#I never heard of such a thing

[pinyatapix]

most funniest sudden deviation from a youtuber’s typical video lineup i’ve seen in recent memory

like bro imagine being SO pissed at the direction a show had taken that you have to momentarily quit spongeposting in order to talk about it for two whole hours. king shit

[insanetwocubes]

Kinda lyke.... thinking about this whole thing.

Cuz we have this plan, right. But I feel like something is missing. Like something isn't moving right.

So between the system, right, there's this sort of agreement, right.

about lyke... with the people, y'know? Lyke Emillie is out here being lyke "let's be friends." And I'm lyke you gotta be fucking kidding me. After all that we went through, you wanna be friends with them. Ey is lyke "Well, it's wrong to not" Angel, my dearest, it is anything but wrong. See I just don't get them y'know. They're horrible for one. And it really should stop there. So anything short of lyke killing them honestly is too good imo.

But Emillie and Flare they're lyke fucking brainwashed. I don't know where they got this freaking idea that it's bad to lyke actually react to people mistreating you?

And granted okay, it's not all of them. But it's lyke 95% to be fair???? So lyke uh. I mean how much are you really gonna lose?

It's actually... I prefer it that way y'know because there's no will-they-won't-they y'know? If they just all die. In this ideal scenario.

Idk. I'm lyke fine you can be friends but be careful but there are some people (again 95%) that I wouldn't let my kid near? And lyke Idk what you want from me? Lyke I'm not being a "bad person" or whatever. They literally hurt us.

They literally hurt us.

They hurt us.

Lyke what's so hard to understand.

Safe place/shmafe place. Lyke really.

Idk is it bad to lyke not want to be around people who are horrible? Fuck me sideways if it is.

I mean lyke. Level with me here. There are studies where they lyke mistreat us. Because they get the wrong vibe. For no reason. And then they justify it to themselves. Lyke it's just lyke that. So why am I even allowing this shit?

Lyke studies, Flare, I'm not kidding. This isn't lyke "oh Four's perception" lyke I'm serious. This is science.

So. I don't know. "be friends with them" give me a break.

Then again, there is Emillie's point...

Can't pull yourself up by your bootstraps, you gotta get the dirty fucking NT's on your side.

I dunno, man. I mean I'll fucking do it but just not Emillie. But Emillie wants to do it, that's the thing. And I'm trying to be like "don't get too close" But ey will. I know it. We keep getting hurt.

I dunno.

I keep thinking back to that time at college where we had our biggest like bout of depression till that day. And it was lyke....a literally danger to our life. And no one ever did anything about it. Lyke not with lyke. Empathy. No one reached out. Everyone gave you those lyke half baked ideas. Guess what needs to happen to be able to take a summer semester?

Idk. It's all just shit. Everything leading up to it, too. Lyke I wouldn't trust any of them with a kid. Why should I trust them with my kid. Or even Flare?

They don't even know how to help. Fuck, they don't even know what the problem is.

Idk man.

Pfff I keep thinking about Marc Spector who's always lyke "I work alone" and he's there with lyke 8 different people fucking helping him.

Do you think he looks at Frenchie lyke "My time is running out with him."

But it's not lyke he's scared they will hurt him. Or maybe he is and he just won't admit it. I'll admit I'm scared. I'm fucking scared. More than that. I'm hurt and I just want it to stop. But they just won't. Cuz they're like that. But we need them. Is this how Moon Knight works? Nah, he actually cares about the people around him.

They /are/ like that, though. Lyke there is no way around this. So why won't Emillie believe me?

Aughhhhhhh

Why is everyone always lyke "no Four you can't do that, they're not like that"

You in pain right now?

Yeah. I am.

Flashbacking?

Kinda. Maybe. I dunno. Trying to figure it out.

We'll figure it out :)

You're so gay.

Stop being depresso-espresso. That's my job.

You're gay.

I know you're hurt.

Yeah? Why doesn't anyone else.... know.

*shrug* But I know.

Do you think I'm lyke....I dunno.

What?

Wrong?

"Wrong"? No. But you can tell something is off.

That's what I'm trying to figure out.

Mm.

Hm?

You're right, something is off. I'm putting myself in this victimized position. I don't have to stay here. I can do something about it.

See? You got something eventually. Just had to calm down a bit.

...okay.

~Four

[beebfreeb]

[ekkoh]

i really love it when people here are “not normal” about the things they love. yes!! break down the scene that you’ve been obsessing over for weeks! create incredibly intricate theories based on a few throwaway lines! explain why you love this character so much—458 reasons and counting, and with visual aids! i love to see people putting their heart and soul into not being normal!!!

[bioethicists]

every time a new SA allegation of a favored celeb arises, i'm reminded of the absolutely soul-crushing experience of the depp/heard trial in which i learned that dozens of ppl i loved + respected + trusted were also willing to engage in the basest form of misogyny if the woman Seemed Crazy Enough. there was a horrifying 2ish weeks on this website + much longer irl where i genuinely felt unsafe voicing my discomfort as i relived something eerily reminiscent of the aftermath of my own assaults playing out on screen, commented on by true crime youtubers like it was a red sox game.

it happens time + time again with every new allegation + it's truly the most agonizing + exhausting part of being a survivor. i am begging you all to consider that survivors are watching you engage with this stuff like theater + it erodes our trust in all of you + compounds our grief.

[s-ccaam-era-crepe]

feel free to put location/area in the tags

[harmonysanreads]

Silly things Phainon does when he's bored/wants your attention.

Places one pancake under your chin, another on top of your head and declares that he's going to “eat this stack of honeycakes in one bite”.

Plops down beside you belly up and keeps on dramatically sighing.

Calls out your name, when you acknowledge him, he goes quiet, when you return to whatever you were doing he calls out your name again with more urgency ; repeat until you stomp towards him.

Picks you up, shakes you like a salt shaker, sets you down somewhere with a cushion, goes away like nothing happened.

Makes you wear all the antique jewelry in his collection and eventually, makes a barricade around you with everything else he owns, too. Then says, “This is the culmination of my whole life's finances and yet, you remain the most invaluable.”

Pokes you.

Plays with your hair. He thinks he can pull off that one over-complicated hairstyle he saw online.

Tells you jokes and puns.

Pretends to be your shadow and follows you around everywhere wordlessly. Whoever laughs first loses.

Rage-baits you with atrocious outfit suggestions so that you'll start debating with him.

Tells you that he knows a magic trick and detaches his ahoge (it was a fake one).

Calls you (you're literally just a wall apart) but, he's stealthily taken your phone with him. When you're close enough in search of it, he pounces.

Starts mentioning random facts about things.

Starts gossiping about the Council of Elders and that one annoying classmate he had.

Asks you questions like, “How do you think the fishes at Styxia taste?”

Tickles you.

Doodles his neck tattoo, little stars, leaves and flowers on your palm.

Talks about all the adventures he wants to do with you in the future.

Gently headbutts your arm, thigh and cheek to suggest that he demands pets.

Aggressively rubs his face on you when you still don't get/ignore the hint.

Can and will bite you.

Pretends to get hurt so that you'll pay attention to him.

Wrestles titankin, stacks them on top of each other and proudly shows off his ‘hunt’ to you. Please praise him.

[technically-human]

Red string of fate

Be strong, Niko

[herd-reject-arts]

So I'm leaving work and something darts in front of me, maybe 10ft away, too fast for me to see what it is. Peek around the tree blocking my path and I see this

Just like... a whole ass hawk. Dude's gotta be about 1.5ft tall. Massive fucking bird. And it's just staring me straight in my soul like this, even as I try to move ahead. It didn't budge. And there's only this path back to my car unless I want to walk on a busy highway. So I have the option of Death By Raptor or Death By Truck.

So I walk in the poison ivy filled patch off the sidewalk. Guy still isn't moving. Still staring me directly in the eyes. And I do this thing when animals are behaving strangely where I'll talk to them, so I'm just like, "Hey, man. I don't know you. You don't know me. This feels really threatening. I'm just trying to get to my car, dude. Can I get some space please? You're a big fucking bird. I see those claws. You could kill me right now, but I'd appreciate if you didn't, ok?"

It didn't move until I was about 2ft away. Again: I'm as far from it as I can be without walking into the street. It clearly wasn't going to budge. I walk past, thing flies up (silent, btw. Scary) and lands on a brick wall a little further ahead

Anyway. Weird guy. Nearly shit my pants when I noticed a bird big enough to carry off a fully grown cat was just... there, staring me in the face, unwilling to move away from me, a human, something it should see as a threat. I watched behind me the whole rest of the way to my car, just in case this bird decided to help me shed this mortal coil. 10/10 experience. Super cool guy.

[ilovecatfr]

I'm in full support for those people who script in unreal beauty because I'm them

[inkskinned]

i'm still trying to piece together the truth of it. when you left, you said: feel free to spin this narrative however you want. i have no idea if you were being cruel or if you just genuinely don't remember what you've done to me.

it's hard because i'd done so much of the work for you. i had seen the parts that flaked off, the rust underneath. i started separating you into two people - the one i loved, and the one who hurt me. i had this fantasy version of you - my partner - and then i had this stranger, a third person who would show up randomly to shatter me. i am deliriously glad i'm no longer with "the stranger". i miss the gentle (unreal?) "other" you terribly.

at first, i was so strict about my boundaries. i remember telling you to get the fuck out of my house if you were going to talk to me like that. by the end: i would justify your behavior for you, accepting even your mistreatment as "my fault" in the grand scheme. i look back on the person i was before you - smart, independent, confident - and i feel a strange sense of detachment. i don't even recognize me.

even in one of our last conversations, you said: if you want a partner that always talks warmly to you, find someone else. there was a time that a comment like that would have made me leave. and instead, somehow, i just placidly accepted that kind of thing. you were literally telling me that i wasn't allowed to have a reaction to your cruelty - and i just took it, because you'd so fully turned things around on me.

when people are faced with irrationality, a rational brain tries to make sense of it. this is the trap. they're lovely in the morning, gentle and blue-eyed and sweet. like nothing even happened, they breeze around the house and kiss you on the mouth. but at night; who is that? they snap almost randomly; flying into an impotent rage about just-about-anything. it just doesn't make sense. so the problem must be me, and my brain, and how i think.

the traumatized brain just wants peace. so maybe i'm misremembering. maybe you were just having a bad day. maybe it's actually me.

you eventually would fully turn on me and start implying that i am the bad actor in our relationship. that's what happens, right? that's literally in the playbook. you went to therapy for all of a month, told her a half-truth, co-opted therapyspeak. you figured out how to reframe your actions as "seeking peace." any time i stood my ground, i was "gaslighting." when i asked you to be more gentle, you said i was "tone policing." you said, randomly, i had emotionally manipulated you - i still have no idea what that's even specifically referring to. maybe my consistent requests for calmness and empathy?

and while i literally know better, and i'm sitting here, trained by you, thinking: wait, fuck. was i actually the person you made me out to be?

and the thing that scares me is that i literally do not know if you ever actually saw what you were doing to me. when you'd tell me how you remember arguments, you'd always summarize them in a way where you come off as gentle and easy: "i was trying to set an important boundary." what had actually happened was 15 minutes of you shouting at me i know you did something shady, just admit it already. eventually you'd say my reaction to your shouting (when i finally reacted, which usually happened around hour three) was inevitably "disappointing" and "another way i'm silencing your feelings."

how many times did i ask you - beg you - to just take accountability? looking back, i don't think i ever heard you say: you're right. the way i talked to you was wrong of me.

i am trying to tie together the two people into a full version of you in my head. yes, you made my coffee and made me laugh and spent hours on the phone with me. and yes - you would scream at me until i had to run away and hide behind something.

i wish i did have a narrative i could pull out and shape to my whim. i wish i did have some semblance of reality. instead i just stand here, strange and vibrating, wondering: what the fuck just happened?

[pikaisragingmad]

[danielsarmand]

you think it's over????? daniel's vampire eyes are normally blue but they turn orange when he talks about his maker armand AND YOU THINK IT'S OVER????????????? we have never been so back. keep your chin up princess

[starry-bi-sky]

Blood Blossom Au: Baby's First Commissioner Meeting :)

TL:DR This Post: Danny (orphan) gets poisoned with blood blossom extract by Vlad. He runs away from him and ends up under the care of one Pre-Robin Battinson Batman! Starry is loudly pushing her batdad agenda.

(Also known as "Late At Night, When The Nightingale Sings" on my ao3!)

This was a fun rough idea I've been sitting on for weeks, thinking about how Commissioner Gordon and Nightingale's first meeting might go.

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Commissioner Gordon likes to think that he's adjusting to the new normal of Gotham very well, -- the new normal being grown men running around dressed like bats, in military-grade strength body armor, committing acts of vigilantism, -- and slowly, little by little, he was no longer being surprised when this new normal pops up out of the shadows like the world's most terrifying daisy. His shaving lifespan thanks him for it.

....

The kid is a surprise though.

Granted, he seemed to be a surprise to the Bat too.

There's been a string of murders lately, -- which, in Gotham, is kind of like saying there's been another storm during monsoon season. And there's just been another; in some dilapidated building down in south Gotham, with the broken, boarded-up windows and mildew-crawling walls to match. The victim is a man in his thirties, multiple gunshot wounds to the chest, left in the center of the room for the blood to pool out around him.

The place is already secured when he arrives, the building swarmed with officers and the forensic detectives. The Bat emerges shortly after he does -- or, he might've been here the whole time, hiding someplace dark and shadowy. For his own sanity, Gordon doesn't think about it too hard.

The kid is a surprise, and he appears like a bolt of lightning.

He shows up in the middle of a conversation Gordon is having with the Bat.

A whistle, sharp and loud, slicing through the air, meant for open air rather than a confined space. Gordon's ears pierce and protest the sound, and the solemn, murmured chatter floating through the room abruptly cuts off like the swing of a gavel. As he turns towards the sound -- as they all do -- he swears, up and down, that he sees Batman's shoulders jump, just slightly.

At the source, perched on the window, is a boy. A boy in a gray-blue scarf and an oversized black hoodie, one that hangs off his frame and has ace bandages wrapped around the wrists in some attempt to cinch the sleeves. The hood is up, big like the rest of it, and threatens to swallow the upper half of the boy's face whole in the fabric. What upper half Gordon can see, is smeared with some kind of opaque, black face paint. He's holding onto the side of the frame with one hand, on his hip is a grappling hook. A familiar grappling hook.

Gordon has multiple questions, and his officers tense up.

Martinez puffs up, brows furrowing as his face shapes into a frown. Shoulders rolling back. "You can't be here, kid--"

The reaction is immediate, like a spark to gunpowder, the boy yanks his fingers from his mouth and his mouth twists into a scowl. Head snapping over to Officer Martinez, his hood manages to stay on but Gordon swears that as he bares his teeth, the glint makes them look sharper than they should be. His voice is rasp and quiet and harsh; snappish in its hissing; "Put a fuckin sock in it, Martinez. I'm not stayin."

Martinez reels back, and the boy immediately veers his attention off him. Like a switch, his demeanor drops. Despite half his face being covered, his mouth twists into a cringing, apologetic smile. Slanted and off-beat, embarrassed. It'd be disarming if this wasn't Gotham, and if he didn't just hiss at Martinez like he was about to bite his head off.

"Sorry." He whispers, voice deceptively polite and softer now. Gordon has to strain his ears to hear him. "I was looking for him."

He points his finger towards-- Gordon? No, Gordon follows the direction, and finds himself looking at -- the Bat.

The Bat, who always looks stiff as a pole, now looks even stiffer. Somehow. Well, the explains the grappling hook attached to the boy's waist.

"What are you doing here?" The Bat says, gruff and unable to completely smother the stumble of surprise in his tone.

The boy still holds a sheepish smile, and slips off the window ledge. His feet hit the creaky boards with a near-silent thud, the Batman finds his feet and rapidly begins crossing the room.

Gordon notes the slight tremble in the boy's legs as he straightens. He adjusts his scarf, which droops close to his knees now that he's standing, and slings a backpack -- how long has had that? -- off his shoulders. When the Bat reaches his side, he does as he always does, and looms over the boy like a spectre. A threatening mass of shadows cloaked in all-consuming black. Standing next to him, the boy looks teeny in comparison.

The Bat is a man who terrifies even the most hardened criminals, Gordon has seen grown men shiver in fear at the mention of his name. And yet when the boy looks up at him, he doesn't even flinch.

Instead, his sheepish smile melts away like ice under the sun, holding only traces of his previous embarrassment. It remains as a shadow on his face, a small upturn at the corners of his mouth. The boy pushes his hood back just enough to reveal glinting, ice-flint eyes surrounded in tar-black face paint. He holds the backpack up with one arm. "You forgot this."

[bunnieswithknives]

The soul of Wicked is randomly inventing extremely elaborate relationships between characters who barely interact at all in canon. Also Fiyero is here.

[voidedtea]

[ID in alt]

my pieces for @strawberrij's thespius fashion zine!! quite the endeavour and adventure that turned out pretty neat i think :]

special thanks go to @ratchetclankarecute for posing/cloth references + the bulk of the image descriptions! that first image would Not have happened without them <3