#Because maybe

[psychiccarnivore]

BECAUSE MAYBE!!! FT TAV

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[raymoo--hackery]

Drew some OC shit :P

[asavt]

Hey guess who is still thinking about that post-fire au thingy I posted like... not long ago?

I'm having ideas float in my head, also frustration from not knowing how to draw helpy.

[sabotourist]

"How are the blues?"

"A pain in my ass, every single day. No wonder Sarge took that grudge to his grave."

"If anything happens, just call me."

"We have been missing an inept medic around here."

"I know my way around a body, thank you very much!"

Sometimes memories pass down in the form of a rookie medic-in-training and the neurotic leader of a box canyon boot camp.

[xsubwooferz]

Song of the Day #3

Song of the day is NAMx by Renard! ♪♪♪ ヽ(ˇ∀ˇ )ゞ

Tip: do not open tumblr or instagram at an allergy clinic with other people around unless you like to gamble

[frogaroundandfindout]

Lying ass. Did we not see Myand'r’s mother get take by the citadel and tell him to maintain the peace because Tamaran came before all? Was the already existing struggle not the basis for Myand’r’s rule?

[dyrewrites]

Overjoyed to have his ship back, and moving towards civilization, Lucient seemed to forget my mild lapse in judgment with the Captain’s second. Until, of course, we went into our cabin…where the man's body yet laid. The crew had been too frightened to enter the room they watched us drag their superiors into, and not come out with.

And Lucient fell too easily into his teasing tone, “Oh look, treasure, your beau is still here.”

“My love, please,” I was trying for calm, but he lifted the corpse up and spun around the room with it. So calm withered, “Maledizione, Lucient, I was holding him down to kill him, how is that flirting?”

Tossing me a decidedly cruel look, he spoke to the corpse as he swayed back and forth, still dancing, “He doesn't understand, mon ami, but you do. Oh yes, you do. You saw this big, beautiful man approaching, watched as he spread your legs, squeezed up close and slapped those strong hands onto your thighs…and you thought ‘of course I'll lean when he does, what else could he want after such a show,” looking again at me, eyes narrow, lips tight, he stopped his dance, dropped the body and sneered, “but a kiss.’”

[ofknowlcdge]

So if I write another au of Tentoo where the remaining metacrisis just goes into him and whoopsy daisy another time lord with two hearts?

[dottiechan]

I miss you

[swan2swan]

Whoever conceived and animated this moment, I hope they're doing well and thriving. This is S-rank romance stuff here.

[trashy-greyjoy]

really love dynamics that are like 'it honestly doesn't matter if you view them as romantic or platonic, the point is that they love each other. the type of love is inconsequential, all that matters is that it's there'. gotta be one of my favorite genders.

[flame-shadow]

hey did you know??? that if you stop stretching and maintaining mobility in your body then it goes away?? things get tight and you can't move the way that you used to??? and when you decide to try getting a stretch routine going that the first week fucking sucks because you keep going 'damn i used to be able to do this no problem' and then you have to switch gears and be kind to yourself and just focus on getting better from here instead of berating yourself for dropping the good habits in the first place??? and your body never stops aging so you gotta keep taking care of it and sometimes you gotta take care of it extra in certain areas because of things that happened when you were younger and it's boring and sometimes hurts but it's so necessary???

i am yelling this at myself right now i am going through An Experience (trying to get into a routine of body maintenance again for my physical and mental health)

[ideas-ideasideasideas]

Batman gives each of his Robins a different code to use when they’re in trouble and need immediate extraction. He promises that when they call, he’ll drop everything just to get to them, come hell or high water.

Jason, during his time with the League, shares his code with Damian, to be used “only in the direst of circumstances, when you have exhausted all other options.” He doesn’t know if Bruce will answer, given how fractured their relationship was before he died, but it is better than nothing. Every tool counts when they live such dangerous lives.

Damian uses it exactly once, and Bruce, who still feels the loss of his son like a yawning chasm in his chest, responds to it even though he knows it can’t be Jason because Jason’s dead. What he finds, instead of Jason, is a boy in League garbs, drenched in blood from the tips of his midnight-black hair to his too-small feet, with a face that Bruce sees himself and Talia in, requesting asylum from a grandfather who wishes to possess his body. Bruce doesn’t question how this boy who is so clearly his son knew the code. Talia al Ghul is resourceful and places family above all; the code is not beyond her abilities to discover, and she is not above using Bruce’s desperate love for his dead son to ensure that hers does not meet the same fate.

Bruce takes Damian in, because of course he does, and since Jason is dead he allows Damian to keep using the code. After all, it’s not like Jason is alive to use it, right? If someone uses the code, there’s no one it could be but Damian, right?

The next time the code is used, Bruce traces the location to Gotham even though Damian was supposed to be in Bludhaven visiting Dick. But whatever happened that resulted in Damian being in Gotham can wait, because he has already failed one son and he will not fail another, his son is in trouble and he needs to get to him, he needs to—

What he finds, instead of Damian, is a boy (just eighteen, too young, but also too old, but also he will always be a boy to him) in League garbs, drenched in blood from the tips of his midnight-black hair to his too-large feet (when had he gotten so big), wearing the face of his dead son.

(Who, maybe, just maybe, may no longer be so dead.)

[tuttle-did-it]

David Tennant for Prime Minister, please.

edit- Since this is getting so much attention, edited to include descriptions of screenshots.

This woman has lost her fucking mind.

Jo, are you okay?

[marypsue]

One of the worst feelings in the world: when you are just desperate, like claw-your-own-skin-off desperate, to create, but the only thing that even vaguely appeals to you to work on is a nebulous half-feeling that might be dreamily related to some half-formed notion of a concept. I must! Make! No thing! Only make!

[ardri-na-bpiteog]

Also increasingly aware that a LOT of people "manage" getting through the 40+ hour work week by sleeping less than is healthy and relying on stimulants like coffee and energy drinks to keep them going.

For people who are unwilling or unable to do this...work really does just dominate your life. Like we really should not have to rely on unhealthy practices just to have a social life or keep on top of housework or whatever.

I know I post about this a lot but I'm so TIRED all the time and it's just so depressing that this is how we're expected to spend the one life we have.