#LETS FUCKING GO BOYS

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BERTUZZI BIRTHDAY GOAL... 100TH CAREER GOAL.. NO SHUTOUT... MITCH ASSIST... BEAUTIUFL

[corvidexoskeleton]

Chapters: 24/?

Fandom: Borderlands (Video Games)

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Relationships: Krieg/Maya (Borderlands)

Characters: Krieg (Borderlands), Maya (Borderlands), Zer0 (Borderlands), Gaige (Borderlands), Salvador (Borderlands), Axton

Additional Tags: Slow Burn, Canon-Typical Violence, ill add tags as i update, a shocking amount of swearing, Use of needles, Suicidal Thoughts, Drug Use, alcohol use, Found Family, Unreliable Narrator, mentions of abuse, Body Horror, Not Canon Compliant, I wasn't kidding when I said slow burn, Asexual Relationship

Summary: A Krieg/Maya slowburn fic I started on a whim that turned into an entire Borderlands 2 rewrite

Despite the shorter chapter length, this is actually a pretty big update for my Krieg/Maya fic formerly known as NFWMB, as I'm finally giving the work an actual title instead of the placeholder name I slapped onto it at the beginning

This work is now titled Beyond the Sun, and is still available on ao3 for you guys to read :)

[onippep]

So you want to explain the situation before or after red goes storming towards the tower?

(I'M HOPING THIS IS WHAT THE PHONECALL IS ABOUT TO--)

Let's call that cheeto back.

RRrrr..... (Maybe I should talk to him--)

Why's that matter?

[dialing]

...

...HELLO?

Hey. This the cowboy?

I-- it-- yesitis-- Peppino, you got a sec to talk? Righ'now?

Duh. Why else would I be calling?

R-right, well, I wanted to talk to ya about somethin' that involves the Tower--

Ooh, heeere we go.

--?!-- Ah, w-well, listen-- I wanted t' try and explain why things'er happenin' like they are. I know that your pal Fakie there got into a bit 'a trouble, and--

A fucking shotgun to the eye. Care to explain that bullshit?

--I heard! A-and that's horrid! Truly! I wouldn't ever want somethin' like that to happen t--

Uhhhh huh. Yep. Sure.

(Peppino--!)

So how about you say your last fuckin' words right now while I still got you on the line? Consider this your head start before I start running.

MISTER PEPPINO. WOULD YOU GIVE ME A DAMN SECOND. YER GETTIN' THIS ALL WRONG--

Not fucking interested. On the count of three. One--

PEPPINO. PLEASE! YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND! MY FAMILY'S BEEN GOIN OFF THE WAZOO ALL BECAUSE OF A DUMB LIL COMMENT I MADE, AND THEY'VE GONE TOO FAR--

Two.

(PEPPINO...!!)

DON'T YOU GO NEAR THAT TOWER, PARDNER! I'LL HANDLE IT MYSELF!

Three.

[hangs up]

(...Caro?)

Do me a favour. Find the fucker that shot you, and take its gun.

(A--a??)

Can you do that? Are you alright with doing that?

(It-- I can do that. I won't get hurt again.)

Good. You go on ahead first. I'll be there soon after.

[thesherrinfordfacility]

[rmwb-fanfics]

Regretfully Uncaring Chapter 47: Beyond the End

RAAAAAAAHHHHH I FUCKING WROTE SOMETHING IT'S BEEN LIKE FIVE MONTHS LET'S FUCKING GO.

And it's like really good YEEAAAAHHHH.

Too bad I work tomorrow because I'm pretty sure I could run off the creative high for like a week dawg holy shit I feel so good.

Harry and Ginny are back in the story and I got so much character work done oh my god I am so sorry it took so long but like meeoOOOWWWW AHAHHAH

PREVIEW:

Ron wanted to join. Ron wanted to fight. He wished to run in with his wand raised above his head and curse everyone who had harmed those he'd known and loved.

But he couldn't. Because at the very front of his mind was the drawing of a clock on an unfurled bit of parchment in an impossible room. Of grey eyes, swimming in tears, asking him who had hurt her so.

Of a dead girl laying in a field of flowers. Forgotten by all within the heavy death toll.

At the front of his mind was his best friend. The boy with more weight on his shoulders than any of them could possibly understand.

At the front of his mind was the girl. The key. His partner in childhood crime. His sister.

At the front of his mind was a plan. Carefully spreading its roots throughout his consciousness.

A plan to break out of The Shattered Sky, and into the unknown.

But he needed those grey eyes.

Read it now! AO3 | FFN

shit preview but the rest is too spoilery for comfort

[peachypizzicato]

okay this looks SO fun im gonna try to do my mutuals’ tier lists tonight or tomorrow on my break but. i am not immune to bandwagons

[marvussdiscordkitten]

It was meant to be.. <3

[morgansyorkie]

SHARPY BABY IN THE FRONT OFFICE AS WELL!!

[deer-with-a-stick]

WAIT HOLD UP

NOT ONLY ARE WE GETTING ATLA LIVE ACTION REMAKE (for the love of the GODS let it be better than that-which-does-not-exist) BUT WE’RE ALSO GETTING 3 BODY PROBLEM I’M SO BEHIND ON NEWS

[nikkisticki]

RULE

[deadsetobsessions]

Sea Cryptic! Danny AU- Pt.4

[Pt.1] [Pt.2] [Pt.3] [Pt.5] [Pt.6] [Pt.7] [Pt.8] [Pt.9] [Pt.10]

Danny was sitting in the back, his backpack obnoxiously taking up the seat next to him, when the door to the lecture hall creaked open near silently.

“What are you in here for?” Danny asked the guy who crept into class. He sympathetically took his backpack off the Seat of Shame and allowed the guy to sit down. Funnily enough, they had the same hair and eye color.

“Gen Ed. Undecided. You?” The guy grunted quietly back.

“Environmental studies. I’m Danny.”

“Tim.”

With the implicit understanding of two people in a required class they could not give less than two fucks about, Tim and Danny tuned back into the lecture. When the class was assigned group work, Danny looked over to see Tim softly snoring, head slammed down on the table.

“Tim. Wake up, dude.” Danny poked his shoulder.

“Huh? Class over?”

“Nah, we got group work. Discussion board.”

“Oh shit, thanks for waking me up. Wanna team up?”

Danny shrugged. “Sure. We should aim to post it in the middle so the professor doesn’t read our answers to the class.”

“Yeah, sounds like a good idea. Any idea what we’re talking about?”

“Kind of?”

“Good enough for me.”

——

Tim Drake kept seeing Danny Fenton around on campus.

“Danny! Dude, what are you doing?”

Danny turned, gloved hands full of crumpled trash. “Picking up after the student population, apparently.”

“Didn’t think environmental studies was that serious.”

“Global warming is very serious, you jerk,” Danny smirked at him, crossing the grass to put the trash into the trash can. “Reduce, reuse, oil shouldn’t be spilled in water and all that.”

“Basic stuff,” Tim grinned. Nice, he basically had a friend past Bernard now!

They were friends, right?

“And yet humanity fails to comprehend it. Incredible. Incredibly stupid that is.”

“They get it. Major corporations just don’t care.”

Danny sighed. “True that. You on your way to your next class?” He took off his biodegradable gloves off (nitrile and nylon, baby!) and chucked them into the trash.

“I’ve got free time, actually. Prof cancelled for his daughter’s surgery.”

“Oh, shit, that’s rough! You wanna go downtown and join the strike?”

“A strike? What for?” Even as he asked, Tim hiked his bag higher onto his shoulder, ready to go. They fell into step as the two left campus.

“Apparently, Quillan Pharma was doing some shady shit at their manufacturing plants. I think it’s like killing kids, and pouring toxins into the ground.”

“Oh, shit.”

“Yeah. Oh! Poison Ivy’s gonna be there!”

Tim blinked. He casted a sideways look at Danny. Sure he’s been here long enough to know… but it couldn’t hurt to check. “You know she’s an eco-terrorist, right?”

“Okay, but like… people suck sometimes. And all she’s asking for is like don’t kill the planet. And she doesn’t do that whole mind control thing too much anymore! The Sirens are so cool. Plus, one of my best friends at home might actually kill me if I don’t try to get her autograph. Poison Ivy is like, Sam’s personal hero.”

Tim snickered. “Yeah, okay. Mind if one of my friends join? His name’s Bernard.”

“The more the merrier,” Danny nodded. “Ooo! Hot chocolate. Want some?”

Danny bought three drinks as Tim trailed behind, texting Bernard.

“He said yes.”

“Cool! We should meet up somewhere before the drinks get cold.”

Well, Danny got the autograph. Tim got a new friend, and Bernard got a drink from his crush.

——

“Oh, you’re the glowing dude that Batman always talks about!”

Danny blinked, eyes scanning the wing-like cape and the yellow emblem on the hero’s suit. Danny was indeed glowing, stars and nebulas freckling across neon green skin, and glowing hair the color of a white dwarf star, tinged with the blue from his ice core.

“I… have absolutely no idea who you are,” Danny lied, like a liar. He’s found a surprising niche of entertainment in messing with the local vigilantes and he’ll be damned if he missed this opportunity.

He heard a snicker from the comm lines as Red Robin visibly brushes it off.

“I’m Red Robin. Why are you picking up trash?”

“Picking up after you humans, apparently.”

The both of them blink, feeling a weird sense of déjà vu. A moment of awkward silence passed before they both shook it off.

“Are you here to help? No offense, but the track record for you people is terrible.” Danny strode over and grabbed a bag. He opened it, and shook it at Red Robin’s face. “See? Batarangs, these odd bird looking ones, the R’s. Seriously, pick up after yourselves!”

“Oh, woah, can we have these back?”

Danny yanked the bag back before Red Robin could get close. “Pay me. These were incredibly tedious to pick up. Especially the batarangs. I mean, I even found a whole bunch of old rusted ones in the middle of the bay. What did you do, dump an entire bag in there from the air?”

Red Robin sighed and took out a wad of cash, with tracking fluid all over it. Danny grimaced, smelling the odd scent on the money. “That’s not real cash. It smells off. Are you trying to give me counterfeits because you’re broke?”

Red Robin gaped, oddly offended. “No! They’re real!”

“Doesn’t smell like it. It’s stinkier than the trash. Go get the one with the money, the litterer. Tell him I’ll be back the next full moon. I don’t want to talk to you anymore.” Danny grumbled, disappearing on the spot to watch Red Robin flounder with the stack of cash and the piles of dead bodies on the shore.

“What the fuck even is my life these days?” Red Robin wondered out loud, stuffing the cash back into his pocket. He looked over the plastic wrapped bodies and slumped, sighing.

Oddly enough, Danny felt a sense of sympathy. Well, he’s not getting paid for sympathy. He’s not getting paid at all tonight, actually. Danny flew off, plunging once more into the depths of the significantly cleaner waters, and used his ice to scoop out oil stains.

Danny glanced around and sighed. He had a lot of work to do.

——

“So you’re saying he’s like a werewolf mermaid fae child immortal god thing, right?”

Bruce grunted.

“B, what the hell are you smoking these days? You know drugs are bad, right? Do we need Superman to give you that PSA?” Jason snickered.

Tim, massaging his arms from having to haul an ungodly amount of dead bodies, grunted. He’s so similar to Bruce that it gave the people currently in the cave hives.

“He said full moon. I don’t think we can track him with regular stuff. The bugs kept shorting out.”

“Oh boy,” Dick sighed. “Don’t fall off the spiral cliff, Tim. You’ve got midterms to think about so no stalking the guy.”

“Yet,” Tim shot back, changing out of his suit.

Bruce grunted, setting aside a huge stack of cash.

[aunmenosheteroenespanol]

2.12 Chimney Begins - 2.09 Hen Begins - 2.16 Bobby Begins Again - 7.04 Buck, Bothered and Bewildered

Tommy's family arc

[bluegiragi]

in action (part 3)

early access + nsfw on patreon

[inkskinned]

one of the things about being an educator is that you hear what parents want their kids to be able to do a lot. they want their kid to be an astronaut or a ballerina or a politician. they want them to get off that damn phone. be better about socializing. stop spending so much time indoors. learn to control their own temper. to just "fucking listen", which means to be obedient.

one of the things i learned in my pedagogy classes is that it's almost always easier to roleplay how you want someone to act. it's almost always easier to explain why a rule exists, rather than simply setting the rule and demanding adherence.

i want my kids to be kind. i want them to ask me what book they should read next, and i want to read that book with them so we can discuss it. i want my kid to be able to tell me hey that hurt my feelings without worrying i'll punish them. i want my kid to be proud of small things and come running up to me to tell me about them. i want them to say "nah, i get why this rule exists, but i get to hate it" and know that i don't need them to be grateful-for-the-roof-overhead while washing the dishes. i want them to teach me things. i want them to say - this isn't safe. i'm calling my mom and getting out of this. i want them to hear me apologize when i do fuck up; and i want them to want to come home.

the other day a parent was telling me she didn't understand why her kid "just got so angry." this woman had flown off the handle at me.

my dad - traditional catholic that he is - resents my sentiment of "gentle parenting". he says they'll grow up spoiled, horrible, pretentious. granola, he spits.

i am going to be kind to them. i am going to set the example, i think. and whatever they choose become in the meantime - i'm going to love them for it.

[little-pondhead]

DP x DC Prompt

…

There are no more heroes.

Well, okay. Rewind a bit.

Danny has been doing the hero thing for a while now. He’s had a big reveal; everyone has accepted him (including his parents), the GIW disbanded, the Anti-Ecto acts repealed, and generally, everything is going great. Some of the A-Listers are even training as junior ghost hunters to help give him a break from his rogues! (Being Ghost King makes things hectic sometimes, and he just needs the extra help. Sue him!)

The point is, literally nothing is wrong with Danny Phantom’s afterlife.

And then Valerie Gray, the Red Huntress, disappears in front of his eyes.

Danny is baffled! She’s just…gone! Valerie just popped out of existence, like she was never there. But no matter how hard he searches in the Ghost Zone, he can’t find her soul anywhere. His core isn't broken in grief. So she’s not dead. Which is good. So then, where is she?

Some of the others come forward with ideas on how to find her. A few ghosts volunteer to go out into the mortal realm, an area Danny had declared off-limits, to see if she was out there. Danny approves it. He rounds up some of the friendlier (i.e., discreet) ghosts and Amity Parkers and demolishes the outside travel ban.

So everyone spreads out, looking for their dear frenemy and teammate. But it becomes apparent very quickly that something is wrong with the rest of the world.

There are no more heroes.

Every single living superhero on the face of the Earth has just…vanished. Villains are running amok; the countries are in chaos! Some aliens are invading Earth, mythical deities are trying to take over, and society is crumbling to the ground. Everything is on the brink of collapse.

Well, Danny was still there. And so were his people. They were pretty spread out, so could they just…take up the mantles? He also knew where to find the souls of dead heroes in the Zone; surely they wouldn't mind coming out of retirement for a little bit, especially if they couldn't die again. Oh! And that skeleton army leftover from Pariah Dark's reign might be useful in repelling those invading forces.

Honestly, there were more than enough hands to go around! And with the heroes gone, Danny didn't mind letting everyone out for a little break, as long as they followed his rules. They wouldn't stop the search for the other heroes, but hopefully, when they found them, the heroes wouldn't mind Danny's intervention too much. :)

In other words:

Someone fucks up, and all of Earth's living heroes are either wished out of existence or are whisked away to some far-off realm where Danny hasn't checked yet. In the attempt to figure out what's going on, Danny lets the dead run amok over the Earth as they search for clues. The skeleton army repels the invading armies, the souls of dead heroes deal with the world leaders, and his rogues and other Amity Parkers set up shop in place of famous heroes, trying to get the cities under control again.

Basically, they just do their best to keep everything from imploding until the Justice League and others are back.

(And why is it that Danny hasn't disappeared? Well, whatever caused everyone to go poof! only affected living heroes. Anyone heroes that were dead in the first place, or even just half-dead, stayed behind.)

[st-hedge]

*wheezing and heaving* *shoves metal gear solid and nier automata into a blender* *slams the shitass smoothie into pint glass* *hysterically throws it back* i finished the line up. im at peace now