#I want to fly away

[xxzoruaxv]

just for once, i want to be truly loved

[frownyalfred]

It actually makes a lot of sense that Bruce was one of the few people left standing in the crowd at Haly’s Circus when Dick’s parents died.

Watching two innocent people plummet to their deaths is gruesome. It’s shocking. It can be horribly traumatic, depending on the blunt force trauma of hitting the ground. They might not have died right away. They might have bled and made awful noises that were heard even above the sounds of the crowd.

But Bruce is Batman. Bruce saw his parents get murdered right in front of him. And he knows the sounds and sights of someone dying. He’s hardened himself to stay calm in a situation like that, both through trauma and practice.

I think the image of a young Dick Grayson making eye contact with the one unshaken person in the crowd is chilling. A man standing resolute when everyone else is screaming, sadness etched across his face. But not panic. Not confusion. Resignation, maybe.

[neocurio]

i WANT TO FLY AWAY…..

[may12324]

✨️Fairy wall charm designs ✨️

These will be double sided and printed in thick 300gsm card, and be 8 inch in height (not including the tassel). Each will either have a matching tassel or hanging beads- depending on availability.

I will have these at conventions this year and also online- later in the year. If folks are interested- let me know 👀

[stupidvillainousposts]

Idea: Dipper and Mabel visit Gravity Falls for the summer following Weirdmageddon and start arguing about something or other, then knock over a weird device by accident that makes Stan, Ford, and McGucket return to their early/mid thirties

Long story short, the Chaos Trio need to make a device to turn themselves back to normal but keep getting distracted by the greatest weapon of all: Love. Basically everybody starts noticing that Stan and Fidds are crushing on each other... Everyone except Stan and Fidds

Ford, accusingly: You're romantically interested in my brother.

Fidds: What?! I- No- What could possibly make you think that?!

Ford, whilst glaring at Fidds: Stanley, how long did you say it takes the earth to revolve around the sun?

Stan: Oh, come on! This, again, Pointdexter??? The answer is obviously 12 hours! Why else would we only get sunlight for half a day every day?

Ford, sarcastically: Yes, obviously.

Fidds: *Smitten but Denying It* Y'know, his logic is fairly sound-

Ford, absolutely pissed: HIS LOGIC ISN'T SOUND AT ALL!

[andypantsx3]

todoroki shouto the only man 2d or otherwise who deserves a blowjob

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

The girls are plottinggggg

[First] Prev <–-> Next

[reineydraws]

i have this fic series i'm still working on where mihawk sort of becomes rayleigh's kid and spends ages 11-17ish on the oro jackson.

shanks and buggy imprint on him (bugs considers him a sort of older brother figure/sparring inspiration and shanks has a crush that eventually turns into full-blown love) and this is how i imagine they're like on the day mihawk sets off on his own haha.

[front-facing-pokemon]

[nonbinarylesbianherb]

Criston to Rhaenyra-

"Leave the throne, come be with me instead"

Rhaenyra thinking like- why would I ever do that?? gross

Also Rhaenyra to Alicent

"I don't care if my father has a son I want him to, I want him to, so you and I can fly away together across the world."

[fatuismooches]

Been thinking about Dottore and the segments being able to be a bit more rougher with fragile reader...

Naturally, due to your illness, your body probably can't handle anything too strenuous or rough treatment, you need to be treated with special care. Which is obviously a tall order, especially for the younger segments. The only time gentle comes into their body is when someone needs to be very carefully dissected. But they also do not want Prime to terminate them for putting a single scratch on you. So they kind of have to grow into the role bit by bit, but it gets easier when you initiate first. They'll just attempt to copy your movements. But an awkwardly placed hand on you somewhere is commonplace in the beginning.

But my point is Reader reaching a point where it's okay to no longer treat them too much like glass. Of course, precautions must still be made, but it's still a wonderful feeling. You can playfully punch a segment and get a little push back. Okay, now that I'm writing this I can't actually think of more examples. Perhaps the segments can also leave you some tasks and duties that they no longer have to watch over you for. Perhaps helping him with his research. Perhaps playfully starting a pillow fight but then getting knocked out cold accidentally by Webttore. I don't know. I think they'd start teasing you a lot more once you've reached this stage.

[da-birb-writes-sometimes]

I'm not sure if your event is open just yet (potential time differences) but may I request Lilia, as the ghost, with the prompt 6.Bump in the night with romantic, fluff and maybe a bit of horror cause we know Lilia likes to scare people please?

I'm so sorry if I didn't do this right 😅

Bump in the Night; Lilia Vanrouge

Content; Gender-neutral reader, implied romantic feelings/pining

Content Warning; Swearing, light fear

Word Count; 700+

A/N; I hope you like what I came up with, Lilia will always be a little imp. And don't worry about formatting, you did everything perfectly!

Please do not put my work into AI. If you would like to see more of my work check out my masterlist!

You were grumbling to yourself as you lit some candles while holding a flashlight under your chin.

The power had gone out due to a blizzard, right when you were in the middle of catching up on your favourite show. But the weather didn’t care about the plotline or the barely warm soup that was now sitting sadly on your stovetop. No show and no dinner, you were shit out of luck tonight by the looks of it.

So instead, you grabbed all the candles you could find, a small horde of blankets, and hunkered down.

You fidgeted around, picking at some loose strings, and tapping to the beat of the battery-operated clock. 

… bored bored bored THIS SUCKS bored bored bored …

You dragged your hands down your face. Why couldn’t the power go out while you were asleep? Why did it have to go out on one of your only quiet nights to yourself? Why couldn’t the power wait until you had your dinner? 

The wind howled outside as if it were mocking you.

The hairs on the back of your neck stood on end, and the candles snuffed out, one by one. Not by a draft, or wind, but as if someone was pinching off the flame. The room was cast into darkness, only the pale blue light from outside lighting everything up in a dim silver cast.

Face the issue at hand that had all levels of nope nope NOPE written all over it? Or, hide under the blankets like you were a kid again?

… you hid under the blankets. You reasoned it wasn’t from fear, but rather to conserve your body heat, since hey, the candles died out due to some unforeseen and totally normal reason.

But then you smelt something burning.

There was no power though, nothing was working so why was something burning?

You shuffled to the kitchen and peered out from your blanket cocoon.

The soup, which was barely lukewarm, was now a charred mess of black sludge.

“The hell,” you hissed, eyeing the baffling liquid. Part of your brain was screaming DANGER DANGER DANGER!!! And the other part? It was mourning the loss of your dinner.

A breathy chuckle was in your ear.

You wanted to move, but you couldn’t. You were frozen in place by some unseen force.

You felt delicate fingers trace the back of your neck before they came to a stop at a pulse point, which was easy enough to find since your pulse was beating like a trapped bird trying to escape a cage.

“You always look the same,” the voice whispered, the chuckle and playfulness long gone.

The voice flitted closer, and you could make out a hazy figure in your peripheral vision, but just barely.

The figure, a petite figure, came to a stop in front of you. The only thing about them that felt physical, that was the most clear, were their magenta almost red eyes. They bore down on you with a weight; of knowing, of countless years, of longing, and a mix of grief and mischievous — an odd combination.

“What do you want,” you asked, fighting your mouth to spit out the words.

The man, you assumed the spectre to be a man at least, gave you a soft smile.

He took your face into his cold hands, or at least tried to, and rubbed circles into the apple of your cheeks. “Many things, dearie,” he sighed softly, “but only if you want them too. I’ll leave if you want me to. I just want to see you happy.”

An odd thing to say when you nearly gave me a stroke. 

Despite that near stroke though, you didn’t sense any malevolence from the ghostly figure who held you softly. And despite his cold touch, he was nothing but warmth, but in the sense of a weak candle.

One must just take care of the flame to see it grow.

Time after time, Lilia would find you, his spirit drawn towards yours.

I love you.

Never really said, but it would end in the same way. Him quietly loving you from the sidelines until he found his opening. An opening into your life, and your heart.

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[arealtrashact]

Atleast we had a Homelander and Sister Sage moment... I'll take any scene with them as a win

It was a treat seeing brain-dead Sage interacting with a completely baffled Homelander. It's . . . very telling to see how much he relies on her to do the thinking for the both of them despite only having known her for what, a month ? He's so ready to (re)assume his role as a trophy wife. Thank goodness Neuman was there to fill in for Sage during the ten seconds he had to think for himself.

Neuman, Sage and Homelander all on the same page strongly reminds me of another ruthless triumvirate

[da3drat]

‘my cousin is off fighting dragons and what do i get? guard duty😒’ your cousin is lying to you. your cousin is also on guard duty and the only dragon fighting hes done is desperately plinking arrows into a dragon while i rip it apart with my teeth. blood and viscera getting everywhere and painting me the color of my fury. hope this helps.

[balleater]

i just want something to come up about the bright queen being older than ludinus in-game. i want them to have that moment of knowing that there was someone who was at least 200 at the Start of the calamity.

[imeriayapping]

The fallen idol