#Idk what i wrote

[ghostreblogging]

GODDAMNIT UNHOLY inspiration STRIKES ME AGAAIN

Tim had just met Danny but it was like they were meant for one another . Well they are soulmates, but it was like he knew him for decades much less few months.

Danny was kind and affectionate. Albiet ever fretful and worrywart. He often tried to protect him from the smallest of things. And when he asks he just gets a sad chuckle and Danny says " you may never know"Y̶o̷u̸ ̴m̴a̸y̷ ̴n̵e̵v̶e̴r̵ ̶k̴n̷o̶w̷.̸ ̸W̶h̵a̸t̸ ̶h̸a̸p̵p̷e̶n̷s̸

Tim walks with Danny by his side. Danny is going to meet his family now. He can't help but be nervous. B̵l̷o̶o̵d̸?̴ ̴T̵h̶e̷r̵e̶ ̵s̶h̴o̸u̵l̷d̴n̸'̶t̵ ̸b̸e̷-̵

Danny smiles at him reassuringly, it feels like it happened before.

And everything went well. He dropped off Danny at his apartment. And he went on patrol, everything was good.

I̴̹͛t̷̝̓ ̷͈͐͛ẅ̵͙͙͝a̸̘͎̋š̵̲̟͝ ̵͇͙̀̃ā̶̭̞̉ ̴̡̮̀s̸͇̽ù̸̗̽r̵̼̍p̴̖̜̐̋r̷̫̯͊͗i̶̝̩͋̈s̶̞̾e̴̗̞͗͘ ̸̘̇́ă̸̢̺͐t̷̞̀̈́ͅt̸̞͋̇a̴̜̓͜c̷̹͜͝k̷̪̺̈́ ̸̤̉́b̵̟̎͝y̵͓͛́ ̵͙̽̆Ä̷̠́͐ň̴͚͝ ̸̡̃u̷̻̾̊ň̴̬̦̎k̶̭̄̎ṅ̷̨o̵̘͈͂w̶̖͓͆̽n̵͒̍ͅV̸̜̲̏į̴̝̑͊l̷̥̝͋l̴̰͑a̶̞͂i̸̝̱̅̊ṇ̸͝ NJ.̵̲͗ ̸̯̀N̸̪̦͛̓ȍ̶͔̓b̸͉͎̿̚o̵͔̅d̷̬͚͋̑ỳ̷̡̩̎ ̶̬͙͑e̷̮̤͝x̸͙̉͝p̷͕͇͋ë̸̹c̵̦͛ț̸͠e̵̝̿͘ͅd̴̤̳̾͝ ̷̡͘͝ì̶̗̭̑ţ̶̱͊͠ ̷͇̤̋̔B̶̢̺̏u̸̜͛͛t̵̠̓̑ ̷̧͕͗h̶͚͘ḙ̸̭̉̀ ̶̼̰̃̐s̶̭͐h̴̞̊̉o̸͎̥̿u̶̙̓l̵̦̝̂d̷��̺̳ ̴̠̪̿h̷̘̠͌ą̶̳̃͝v̸͚̑ę̴̋̿ ̸̼͍́̌ś̸̞u̷̪͒̚r̶͙͌v̶̱͉̿i̵͓̓v̶̻̿̕e̵̺͂̚d̶̟̞̒́ ̷̭̰̅̌i̵̡̲̋f̷̦͉̋̐ ̴͒ͅį̴̍t̸̟͋ ̴̞̐w̵̖͙̉̉e̵̡͖͒̆r̴̍ͅe̴̜͚̓́n̸̤̄'̷̫̥́́ṯ̵̋̐ ̶̼́͘f̴̠̈o̴̪͐̋r̷̖̙͋ ̴̙̆̈t̸͇̺̚h̵̫̓e̴̜͉̎ ̴͉̳̑̀c̴͉̈́͋ĺ̵̡͚ö̴̢́̆w̴̧̰̄n̶̺̈́

E̴̠͈̚v̶̟̼͋́e̵̞͛n̴͔͚̉͌ ̷̬̈́i̷̡̥̐̕n̵̼̘̐d̸̢̉i̷̜̳̔̌r̶̡̛͚͝è̵̼̩̈́c̵̩̹͝ť̸͇̕ ̷̖̈́.À̴̳̱͌ ̷͎̓̕s̸̙̫̈́̂e̷̻̫̍̋c̷̛͇̘o̸͙͉̊̐ǹ̷̬d̶̤͖̓̓ ̵̼̓̉k̵̮͒͠ī̷͜͝l̷̺̥̓͑l̷̲̓̾ẻ̶̠͍d̷͉̟̂ ̸̦̓̍b̷̜͎̄ÿ̵̖́̽ ̵̳̀͂t̷̛̲̖ḧ̸̞̕å̶̛̜̪t̶̠̽ ̶̛͕͘c̷̹̯͑͘l̴͓͝ó̵͉̭͌w̶̞̣̐͝n̶̥͍͒ ̸͙̻̇w̷̘̣͑̊o̸̲̲͌u̴͚̔̉l̷͖̟̃ḏ̷͠ ̶̘̀͝t̷̢̙̾̀h̵̙͐e̶̲͐̃ŕ̶̰̼e̴̞̽ ̶͓͒ḃ̸̘̋e̸̥͕͑̇ ̸̬̏́ą̸̛̀ ̵͎͕̌̑t̵̝̉h̴͚̏͂i̸̩̹͠r̶̢̃d̴̤̤̍͝?̶̪͗̚

His body filled with terror. And he was able to dodge the swing. She had eyes Green like the Lazarus. She looked gaunt her face pale and inhuman.

He knew it happened before . He saw this before . But he didn't anticipate the second strike.

He was now trapped under concrete. The new villain had deemed it appropriate for him to die in a burning building.

He choked on his own blood.

And Danny sat by him. Wait Danny? No he shouldn't be here. He should be safe-

Danny picked him up. "W̵͚͚͌e̶̱̯̍ ̴̼̌d̵̢̾̅ḭ̷̎͋ḏ̸̇̑ ̶̠̏t̴͙̗̔h̸̬̘̒͌ȉ̵͓͎̀s̸͓̏ ̴͈̈́̚s̵̠̒̾o̴̡̙̾n̴̬̗͌͆g̸̩̺̋ ̷͇͇̋̀á̴͇̳ṅ̸̬͎̏d̴̮̕ ̶̧̀̇d̵̘̾ǎ̵̯̬n̶͕͈͆c̴̰̆ë̴̩͎́̊ ̴̫͓̚à̵̺̙̏ ̵̛̺̘̌ḩ̴͆̔ụ̴̄n̴̢̖̒̓d̷̡̦̈́̿r̴̻̩͆̀ȇ̷̩̑d̷͙̟̐ ̷̻̃t̴̓͑ͅi̸̬͌̈́m̵̯̔̓ͅē̸͙s̴̤͓̏̀ ̷͙̆a̷̜͒̽r̶͉͈͐̔l̵̗͛ę̶̟̂͝ầ̷̰d̷̛͙ȳ̸̟̰͝ ̷̪͔̓͠ and n̵̖͐o̴̠̅̓t̶̠̂h̶̘̘̓͑ḯ̶̧n̸̖̥̋͠g̴̞̑͊ ̶̗̎w̶̜͓͂͛o̸̯͎̚r̸̼̫̊͌ḱ̶͇͙͝s̶͕͌͝" a tear ran down Danny's cheek.

"H̶̦͑o̷̟̖̊͠w̴͔̩͒ ̷̤͌͜m̷͉͎͐ú̴̞̮c̵̯̊͗h̵͇͂ ̸̡̯̎̅l̷͔͊͐ȯ̸͈͚n̸̰͐g̵̲͙̈̇e̶̯̓r̶̤̭͛̄ ̶̻̀d̴͎̋o̵̧̤͛ ̴͎̽̀y̴͕͓̕o̷͙͊͋ṳ̵͔͑ ̶̡̂p̴͙̃͑l̵̨̍͐a̷̱͛n̴͉̟̒ ̷͕̘͛̾t̴̨͓̿ò̶͙̰ ̵͔̑̿t̶̝̩͐o̷̮̕r̸͎̎̚ṱ̵̌û̷̦̳r̸͖̊ē̵͎̭̂ ̵͖́m̶̢͠é̵͇̓!̷̺̝͋͝"

"E̵v̷e̶r̶y̶t̵h̶i̶n̷g̷ ̸I̷ do y̸o̵u̷ ̶f̷i̵n̶d̶ ̵a̴ ̶w̷a̵y̶ ̴t̵o̶ ̴r̵u̴i̸n̶ ̴a̵n̶d̷ ̵y̷o̵u̵ ̵k̶i̴l̴l̶ ̸h̴i̵m̷ ̷a̶g̸a̸i̶n̷ ̷a̵n̶d̴ ̷a̸g̸a̴i̸n̴" Danny screams. Danny protected him and his family before, many times.

"I̸t̶'̸s̶ ̷b̸e̸c̴a̶u̸s̵e̴ ̵y̴o̶u̶ ̷m̷y̵ ̵h̵i̷g̴h̴n̵e̸s̶s̸ ̵k̶e̴e̸p̷ ̶o̷n̴ ̷i̶n̷s̷i̸s̷t̵i̸n̸g̷ ̵t̴h̶i̵s̷ ̴m̵o̸r̸t̴a̸l̵ ̶b̵e̵ ̵y̸o̸u̸r̸ ̵b̶e̷l̷o̵v̵e̸d̸.̷ ̸I̶ ̸w̸o̸u̶l̶d̵ ̸b̸e̵ ̶g̸l̸a̶d̷ ̵t̸o̴ ̶l̵e̶a̶v̸e̸ ̴t̶h̴e̴m̶ ̴b̵e̸ ̷i̴f̷ ̷y̸o̵u̵ j̷u̴s̴t̵ ̷s̷t̴o̶p̷ ̴. t̷h̷e̵i̴r̶ ̸a̷g̵o̵n̸y̵ ̸i̶s̸ ̵i̶n̷ ̸y̷o̶u̷r̶ ̶h̷a̸n̶d̵s̶"

B̶e̸s̷i̶d̴e̷s̷ ̷y̶o̴u̶ ̴a̸r̶e̷ ̸t̶h̷e̸ ̴o̵n̷e̷ ̸c̷o̶n̷t̶r̶o̷l̷l̵i̶n̵g̴ ̸t̷h̶e̷s̷e̶ ̶t̷i̸m̵e̷ ̵l̸o̴o̶p̸s̷

̷ ̸Shall ̸u̶s̵ ̶d̴o̶ ̵t̸h̷i̶s̸ ̶a̴g̴a̷i̶n̵ ̸f̸r̴o̶m̶ ̸t̷h̷e̸ ̶t̴o̸p̵?̴

"Hey! My name is Danny. Could you point me to a coffee shop?"

[evadneares]

Can't break my heart if I never fall in love with you and become vulnerable and share my dreams and desires and tell you about how I wish someone would hold me so closely that I mistake their heartbeat for mine

[ewwfrutillas]

Lately

Lately I've been quieter than before

or maybe more louder than I ever was

I am not really sure anymore.

I saw a flame inside a heart, whose words spoken into the abyss and created life,

I saw cities build and then burned by its same architect, who left the ruins behind.

And in all the destruction that fire left,

a little piece of love was still there,

lying in a corner where flowers grew,

putting on a bandage on salted wounds.

And there was love in creating cities, the most maginificents castles that a man's eyes could see,

on gethering toghether to form a story on the ocean's shore.

War and famine made that city a legend, but its leader was soon tired.

So why is bad to let it all out in the hands of fire?

or letting it al froze in time?

Maybe the girl who screamed into the darkness, who discovered a long lost city and reubuilt its walls

is getting tired of building castles with stones.

The fire might extinguish with the blow of the wind

but its action might be preserved by a lifetime.

And maybe wind make the flame stronger, fueled by anger and love and hunger.

[twenty-first-century-ki-laila]

Scene 1 : When I drowned

Oh? You are here for her? Those soft lashes and pale skin, that kind voice and jubilant smile. Wouldn't it bright up the world? It certainly didn't mine. Do you see me clawing out my skin? Oh, you don't. Isn't her beauty striking? You probably can't take your eyes off her. She takes all the attention at my own funeral. You stand at my grave, sniffling, wiping away those tears. The one you don't shed for me. It's for her. Isn't it? She has someone else in her arms. Other than you.

Scene 2: decomposition of my body

She broke your heart? Oh, well, sorry about that? I'm not quite sure what you expected. Since you were just one of her many suitors. Oh dear! Do you think I'm pretty, too? Certainly not enough. You came to me only after she rejected you. I know you have your eyes on her. Perhaps I'll comfort you in the meantime. You probably don't see me crying. Don't you? You don't see my misery, though.

Scene 3 : good riddance.

I am dead, and I haunt you. Now you hate me? You have the audacity to hate me? Pretty child, you are scared. Fucking scared that I haunt you? Well, you're pathetic for thinking you deserve better. You cried over your incompetence to attract a go's damn snake just because it was pretty while I was dying. What do you expect? Peace and wisdom? Good luck finding it. You can never wash away your sins though.

-Afreen

[pastelmumu]

okay, I have to request Hear me out on this one Origin!tubbo and Origin!ranboo both want to share Florin! reader also have a good day if you haven't <3

[I was confused for a min]

When you first met Ranboo and Tubbo, you were surprised when tubbob was ranting about how he loves bees; meanwhile, when you go near bees they be stinging you up until there no space left on you to sting.

But at first, Ranboo wasnt sure you can be trusting, like c'mon, one day Tubbo dragged you to Ranboo's house and he just met ya.

Now it's been a few months, both of then are getting close to you; when you are just doing something random, they act as if they've done it before knowing full well they never did it in the first place.

Turbo confessed to you first, "Y/N..do you wanna be my-" "yes" while Ranboo couldnt bring himself to ask you out, so he went to Tubbo and asl for his advice, and Tubbo thought it was best to call him out.

Let's just say, that they both share you now :)

[bitchimasnake-sss]

// something something about religion and blood and gore and acceptance.

trafalgar d. law whose bones ache with the weight of the world. he's not a good man, he never was, he never even claimed he was. after all life's put him through, how can he be kind?

how can he be benevolent and soft and everything pure and holy when every fiber of his being wants him to dig his teeth into something real, something alive and bring it to destruction?

there's blood on his mouth, sinews in the crack of his teeth and he swears he's not a monster but even if he is, then who's to judge him? he's far too gone to care. his touch brings destruction, his thoughts are corrupt and his teeth are still stained red. he really doesn't care. he doesn't. he doesn't.

until it comes to you, because then he does care.

but when you finally find him in his primal state, instead of hatred of contempt, you rake your unbloodied, soft hands through his black tresses. you pull his face up to your and wipe the blood off of his lips with he pad of your thumb. you stain yourself with his sins just to kiss him. and when you kiss him, it's metallic but you kiss him till the taste of it dissolves from his mouth.

you take this godless man into your arms and he surrenders himself to you. he's nothing holy, and you're no saint and yet as you intertwine his bloody hands with yours, he cannot say he doesn't quite have a religion. you are his, after all.

trafalgar d. water law is not benevolent or soft or kind. the only thing he can be is yours, and that's enough for him. it's enough for him.

[ryusxnka]

⸻ Manifests standing a foot or two behind him, and reaches for the nape of his uniform--mischief ambient in the air.

I f you catch him off guard once, shame on him. ------ Catch him so twice, shame on ... his anatomy forthwith dissipates, obliterating his existence, integrating, unifying into a diaphanous abundance, into the atmosphere. - Imperceptible, perchance undetectable through Reiatsu, to the standard optics, but Hogyoku possessed no such sensories, one he'd categorize as inferior visuality. - Which is to say that he's most likely already deduced his new positional locality and internally devised a reaction upholding class.

Within the slim expanse of mere nano-blinks, Hitsugaya re-emerges aloft the abnormal manifestation, a pseudo-man respiring indisputable mischievousness, to tug, a gesture influenced by the nominal urge to taunt, on countless fair-hued strands of their hair. - Once conducted, he physically fades anew; face-to-face is the appropriate approach of confrontation, and thus at the latter's forefront, he now stood, appendages intersected athwart 'gainst his chest. " -------- Your manner of greeting others needs critical work. "

[noelledeltarune]

EVERY SINGLE DAY there are MILLIONS of characters in their late 20s who get falsely accused of being father figures to teenagers when in reality the description of "weird older cousin" or "step-sibling that moved out before you were born" is 1000000x more apt

[chimmypabo]

I would rather write you a thousand letters - all explaining the reasons why i think i don't deserve you - than end it all with a measly "i'm sorry"

[adriles]

when we’re done with our overwhelming grief we’ll eat i guess

[wheatormeat]

If there's anything I've felt about ace attorney since playing through the original trilogy, it's how cheated I've felt about the fandom interpretation of it. Y'all were so caught up with your gay boys and your Miles Edgeworths I didn't realize how much of this game was about WOMEN. THE CORE OF ACE ATTORNEY IS IN ITS FEMALE CHARACTERS. From Mia jumpstarting Phoenix and guiding him throughout the whole trilogy even after her death, her presence being the primary connecter of Phoenix and Maya, Maya and Godot, heck even Dahlia and Iris and the whole lot of them. From Franziska's earnest faith and consolation of Miles Edgeworth, even begrudgingly, pulling him out the trauma of his childhood with the face to face confrontation of a bullet wound in the same spot as the man who killed his father. Lana and Ema dragging Phoenix back into the thing he does best. Lana and Ema who's tragic story lies in a pair of sisters ruined by the heinous law system and their unconditional love for each other. Dahlia and Iris with a different version of sisterly tragedy, struggling through generational trauma in separate settings and support systems. The matter of the Fey tradition looming over the entire narrative and all the legal and social terror that comes with it. CAN WE TALK ABOUT THE ACE ATTORNEY WOMEN.

[evadneares]

"The Price of Salt, Or Carol", Patricia Highsmith

And when I step through the door and see you sitting at the dining table, a rough face pushed into leather hands, grasping at roots of dark brown and gray. Papers scattered across the long dark wood table, red ink circles cover the white expanse of pages and a stack of your business books sit on the floor. I think, quietly and sure of everything, that you hate January more than anything else.

[sosadraws]

"Please, know that if you want to take care of EULR units, you must satisfy their social needs. Keeping a single unit should be considered replika cruelty as they're highly social beings. Do your research.

In that same sense, please for the love of God, DON'T KEEP A MNHR UNIT IF YOU DON'T HAVE AN ENCLOSURE THAT IT'S AT THE VERY LEAST 400 SQUARE FEET WIDE, smaller enclosures doesn't provide the right amount of moving space, can lead to replika degradation and can be such a hazard for everyone around them as well as themselves. At least 60% of the MNHR related accidents happen because the replika has dificulty navigating small/cluttered spaces and ends up accidentally hitting or steping on a gestalt. As cute and calm as they may seem, it's important to be aware of the risks that come with handling them."

Thinking about those joke husbandry posts but like. For Replikas... Like.

If I see one more person posting about their ARAR unit hiding under their bed, or worse, digging a tunnel in the floor I'm going to scream. It's not funny or cute or whatever people online think. ARAR units only do that when they're *extremely* stressed. A well taken care of unit can be as social as any EULR and I'm tired of inexperienced hobbyist thinking just because ARAR units have been in the hobby for the longest that means whatever bullshit they told you when you got her was a substitute for DOING YOUR OWN RESEARCH.

Or maybe like.

The amount of people who get STAR or STCR units just because they're *cool* is giving those units a bad rep. STCR especially require an experienced keeper and extensive training early on otherwise they start to act out. They can be incredibly rewarding Replikas to have IF you take them seriously but 98% of people should not be buying one.

And while I'm here no one should own a FKLR unit. They belong in charge of a well maintained facility with plenty of staff for enrichment. Owning one is like owning a fucking tiger and I've never heard of anyone who has one keeping her for more than a few years before rehoming her or worse abandoning her on Leng.

[sttoru]

satoru hates seeing you cry, yet there’s also something beautiful about it. the fact that you’ve chosen to be vulnerable around him makes him feel protective over you. he wants to hold and cherish you until he can’t anymore.

“it’s fine, baby . . . let it out. ‘m right here,” he coos, wiping your tears away with the pad of his thumb on your right cheek. his lips catch a taste of the salty drops on the opposite side.

you’re gorgeous—always have been and will keep being—but you’re even more so when you’re holding onto him like your life depends on it. satoru’s hand rubs your back up and down, his other massaging your nape.

it may sound bad, but he’s secretly hoping that the moment continues forever. your pretty eyes sparkling with tears are a sight to behold, as well as your pouty lips. he wants to kiss your worries away and show you that he’ll love you no matter what.

“you’re going to be okay, mhm?” satoru mumbles as he places a kiss against your forehead. once he sees you nod and look up at him, a warm smile instantly forms on his glossy lips, “so fuckin’ pretty. keep lookin’ at me like that.”

of course, who or what ever made you cry will be held accountable one way or another, but your boyfriend doesn’t mind comforting you for a bit longer.

just to admire you.

[cy-lindric]

ok ok ok I get it now I get why everyone was telling me to watch this oh my GOD

[lazylittledragon]

ok someone please correct me if i'm wrong but am i weird for thinking those 'audiobooks don't count as reading' posts are ableist as fuck????