#Brother Why

[makenna-made-this]

Forgot to post these simple little chicken hacky sacks/heat packs i made for my siblings for christmas. 100% cotton and filled with sunflower seeds (the chickens did NOT appreciate me borrowing from their stash but i was out of rice) so they can be heated up for hand warmers or to ease aches and pains

(or for balancing it on your head i guess)

[bilbotargaryen]

I FORGOT THAT UBBE WENT AFTER TORVI literally ONE SECOND AFTER BJÖRN DROPPED HER OMFG

[twcfaces]

he can't kill the literally mass murdering clown for one second but he can punch his son in the head hard enough to kill him.

I know, it was [REDACTED] and all but... dwamn.

[ahopelessprincessreincarnation]

Is it just me, or has other people's Twitter(I am not calling it "X" or whatever the fuck Elongated Msukrat wants it to be named or something no matter what. Lmfaoooo he can suck my fat throbbing and imaginary girl dick)been really...garbage at recommending them tweets and stuff related to what they're actually interested in lately?I know social media algorithms are probably always exploitative and shit because capitalism but maybe I'm just now noticing??I don't know they feel more put of place and negative than usual(To be fair, Twitter is sorta a form of "digital self-harm" or at the very least self-triggering for me but who cares?:P)Its not like I even want to be on the annoying blue bird app anyways but for some reason constantly arguing with people in a morally-righteous way and being upset and scared all the time when I'm on there...it feels really good at the same time??I don't even know anymore sorry if my explanation doesn't make sense, are there any psychological studies on why this happens?(That sounds dumb, sorry for being an idiot but I'm genuinely curious).

[skateisawesome]

i hate myself. there are so many people who tell me to talk to them if i need but i dont know how to

I DONT KNOW HOW TO

[bnha-more-like-bnh-gay]

Izuku: I’m healthy!

Shinsou: what? No??

[peaceupmaytown]

i'm trying so hard not to let the hyperfixation slip to one of my other darling fandoms, but the main content i want to consume is the fanfic i'm drafting

[gxblinize]

tumblr scammers have the audacity to send me sugar daddy allowance messages as if im not nigerian

[mo-mode]

AU where Mr. D claiming to be Percy’s dad accidentally counts as Claiming according to Greek god law or whatever and now all the other gods legitimacy believe Percy is his son, but if Mr. D corrects it, he has to explain to Zeus why he pretended he was Percy’s dad so now he’s like “YEP ol’ Perry Johansson is MY child wowie just look at the little fry, you have your mother’s eyes. Please stop standing next to water or you will blow my cover”

Meanwhile Poseidon is just standing off to the side like “how on earth did I dodge THAT bullet”

[borealiszero]

People should make more doomed by narratives siblings relationship.

Like with lovers you can just sever it and not have it related to you ever again but with siblings how could you?

You grow up with them you raise them or they raised you you both know how unforgiving the world is to both of you? You would die for them but will hate them for doing the same and yet none of you would regret it and both of you know it. They could be the person you loath the most and miss the most cause you still remember how they sneaked a candy into your hands. You can sever the tie but you can never look away at what you've lost, at whom you've lost because fate doesn't allow you to be together, eating dinners in quiet peace, if only there's another life, another time, where i can make you another plate of pancakes i would im sorry im sorry im sorry —

[feedmeluck]

i think i'll always prefer to forget than realize that they hurt me, because if i dont remember, did it really happen at all. the memory is kept alive by me and i'm not saving it, it can die.

[autogynecologist]

Thurston's Orange Peel Theory

[starry-bi-sky]

I am loudly pushing the batdad agenda i am loudly pushing the— DPxDC Prompt

“Woah. You look like shit."

Granted, that’s probably not the first thing Danny should be saying to the guy that just bit the curb, but in his defense; he’s not running on 100% right now either.

The man -- tall, towering, and broader than Danny is tall -- whips around on his heel, black frayed cape flaring out impressively. Danny would've whistled in appreciation, but he takes the time instead to wipe the back of his hand across his mouth, smearing the blood running from his nose across his cheek.

"Sorry." He blinks widely, not even flinching as the man with the horns zeroes in on him. "That was rude of me. I have a really bad brain-to-mouth filter; Sam says its what always gets me into trouble."

And she's not wrong either, per say. His smart mouth is what landed him in this situation -- with blood blossom extract running through his veins and cannibalizing the ectoplasm in his bloodstream. Thanks Vlad.

The man grunts at him; a short, curt "hm" that shouldn't make Danny smile, but he does because he's somewhat delirious and probably concussed. The man keeps some kind of distance, sinking towards the shadows of Gotham's alleyway like he dares to melt right into it.

If it's supposed to scare Danny, it doesn't work. Danny's never been afraid of the dark; he's always been able to hide himself in it. He blinks slowly at the mass of shadows.

"You look hurt." The shadows says, blurring together around the edges. Danny squints, and licks his lips to get the blood dripping down his chin off. Ugh, he hates the taste of blood.

"I am." He says, "My godfather poisoned me. M'dying." The agony of the blood blossom eating him from the inside out looped back around to numbing a while ago, so all he feels is half-awake and dazed.

"Hey," Danny stumbles forward towards the man, a bloodied hand reaching out to him. "You-- you're a hero, right? You're not attacking me; which is more than I can say for most costumed people I've met." Maybe it's a poor bar to judge someone at, but he's already established that Danny's not in his right mind.

The man makes no change in expression, but Danny realizes blearily that it's hard to tell with the shadows on his face. He stays still long enough for Danny to latch onto the cape -- stretchy, but almost soft under his fingers.

He looks up blearily into the whites of the man's eyes. "Can you help me? I don't-- I don't wanna die." Again. He doesn't wanna die again. He blinks slow and lizard-like. "I mean- I'll probably get to see mom and dad again, but I told them I'd at least try and make it to adulthood."

There's a clatter down the street, and Danny's ghost sense chills up his spine and leaves a bitter, ashy taste in his mouth. He immediately knows who it belongs to even before the deceptively gentle; "Daniel?" echoes down the way.

"Daniel? Quit your games, badger, Gotham is dangerous for children."

Danny's mouth pulls back, and blood spills against his tongue. "Please." He rasps, and grabs onto the shadow's cape with both hands. "Please. He's going to kill me. Please--"

"Daniel? Is that you?"

His lips part, dragging in air to plead with the darkness again. He doesn't need to, the whites of his eyes narrow, and the cape whirls around him before Danny can blink. Soon swaddled in shadows, the Night lifts him up, and steals him away.

[daftmooncretin]

iwtv fandom constantly arguing about who the real bad guy is when shit hits the fan like oh its lestats fault or armands or actually louis is the real villain!! IRRELEVANT. disregard. the reason everything always goes to shit in this show is because unfortunately louis and lestat do match eachothers freak and the resonant harmony of their freakiness sends pure unfiltered wavelengths of suffering to every single characters vampire brainstem and ruins their lives. in this business we call it the invisible chord.

[drowning-moonlight]

so we all know those AUs that Oda has drawn for when Sabo doesn't get separated from Ace and Luffy as a kid and they don't think he died? so Ace's tattoo doesn't have the crossed out 'S' in it??

which is very sweet and heart warming and all but...

this implies that Ace still just. gets a tattoo of his own name just because

[bran-writes]

Haven't stopped thinking about this since I saw it