#NOBODY TELLS ME

[evilfloralfoolery]

Daggers and Deception - Part 7

Sooo, even if you haven't read another of the other plotfucker parts, this is the one where everything starts to come to light and shit goes sideways. I didn't even fucking know who or what Indigo was until this part. Also, if you thought he was this even-tempered control freak, BOY HAVE I GOT NEWS FOR YOU lol.

This is the last part of the plotfuckery that I'm going to post. There's plenty more, but I'll summarize that, as there is one very particular snzfucker scene I'm dying to post after this, because fuck it.

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“Let me get this straight.”  Grimm leans back against an aging column of wood, arms folded across his chest.  “You’re a demon hunter.”

Indigo nods.  “Yes.”

“Hunting actual demons.”

“Yes,” Indigo repeats. 

“And the thing in my room was a demon.”

Indigo eyes him like he’s the most exasperating fucker on the planet.  “That is what I said.” 

Yeah, this is too much weird shit for him and that’s saying something.  He’s seen men bleed out in the streets, heard the talk of slowly plotted murder with nothing more than a kitchen knife and some jewelry making wire.  Hell, he’s even come across a naked dude running through traffic while high on who the fuck knows what, yelling about how his bullshit is a message from a god.  But this?  This didn’t just take the cake, it took the whole fucking bakery.

“Oh, come on, Indy.”  Grimm rakes a hand through his hair.  “I knew you weren’t a fucking book editor, but this is some bullshit.” 

“I am, in fact, an editor,” Indigo says in such a matter-of-fact way that Grimm rolls his eyes. 

“What, that your daytime job?”  If Grimm’s sarcasm drips any hotter, it will scald a cast iron pan. 

“In a manner of speaking.”  

And the guy just stands there. Just fucking stands there like this is some normal ass conversation about the weather or some shit.  The thing is, Indigo believes it.  Aside from being one of the most lethal snipers in the business, Grimm had a reputation for being a human lie detector.  Indigo definitely thinks he’s telling the truth.  

Which makes all of this shit weirder.

“Honestly, Grimm.  I do not know why this is so difficult for you to grasp.  It is very much like mercenary work.” 

Grimm laughs, the kind of laugh that says “you’re a fucking crazy bitch” without actually having to say it.  “Look, buddy.  I don’t know what you’re smokin’, but–”

A dagger is at his throat before he can blink, another pressed against his rib cage.  “See here, you positively insufferable bastard.” Blue flames ignite along the knife’s edge, the blade pressed against his throat with an icy sizzle. “I haven’t the time for your tedious interrogation or your indiscriminate buffoonery!”  

Indigo’s eyes aren’t just blue, they’re fucking electric fire, bright as a neon sign, glowing like fucking Christmas lights. 

A fine trickle of sweat ebbs down Grimm’s temple, despite the autumn chill. What in the next level circle of hellscape fuckery–?

Indigo's breath is ragged, a heated snarl of sound, abrasive and primal, with no semblance of the man Grimm has seen for the past three days.

“If proof is what you require, then you shall have it!”  Indigo shoves him aside hard enough to make him stumble and sends the daggers hurtling towards the nearest tree where they split into multiple blades, slicing and dicing the shit out of several branches. They rebound in a flash, streaking back towards him, fanning around Grimm's face like a goddamn firing squad, blades less than an inch from his skin.

Shit, shit, shit–

And then, they vanish. Just blink the fuck right out of existence. Indigo’s silvery hair thrashes in a wild breeze, electric azure fire igniting within his palms, racing up his arms and down his sides, suffusing his entire body in a brilliant flash of blue. 

The man is a wild, feral thing, unhinged and goddamn terrifying, his gaze targeting Grimm as one hand raises, a ball of cobalt flame crackling in his palm.

“Do you still think me a liar, Grimm Amadis?  Do you??”  

Indigo’s voice sounds like a chorus of himself, coming from all directions and nowhere at once.  And before Grimm can so much as blink, the fireball blazes right towards him.  

Grimm can’t move, can’t so much as think.  He does the quite possibly the stupidest thing ever and holds up an arm, as if he’s gonna block the thing like a punch, and to his sheer and utter surprise, it bursts into a spray of sparks, raining shards of ice upon his arm and nothing more. 

And now it’s his turn to be fucking furious.

“What the fuck, Solaris??”  He stalks towards the other man, who leaps from his reach like a goddamn cat. “You gonna kill my ass to make a fucking point?”

“Of course not!”  Indigo shouts in return from . . . atop the goddamn porch railing?  

Okay, whatever. 

“I cannot harm you, you insurmountable prat!”  

“Coulda fooled me, dagger-stroking firefucker!” 

Indigo hops down from the railing like it’s not an 8 foot drop onto uneven ground and lands a short distance from him, the blue flames licking over every inch of his body flickering out of existence. 

“What . . . did you just call me?”

Grimm blinks, stands up a bit straighter, lifts his chin. “You fucking heard me.” 

Indigo tilts his head. Muffles a snort of laughter into his palm.

But Grimm isn’t fucking laughing.  “Something funny, you blazing asshole?”

“Dagger-stroking firefucker,” Indigo repeats in that posh, proper English voice of his.  “That is quite good.” 

He takes a step forward and Grimm takes one back.  “Stay away from me. I mean it.” 

Indigo huffs a sigh as if Grimm is the most exasperating human on Earth.  “Grimm, I cannot harm you.  Even if I wanted to, even if it were my life or yours, I cannot harm you.” 

Grimm folds his arms again. “I don’t know if you missed it, but you threw a goddamn blue fireball at my head, pal.” 

“I did,” Indigo says.  “And you shattered it.”

He had–?? What the fu–

“Your energy, Grimm.  It shielded you.  Because that is what you are.”  Indigo’s gaze is steady, but tumultuous, his voice softening. “It is your Valor. You are the Shield.” 

Grimm holds up his hands. “Whoa, buddy.  I don’t know what the fuck you think is going on here–”

“Do you not feel it?”  Indigo steps closer and this time, Grimm stands his ground. 

“Feel fucking what?”

Indigo holds out a hand and Grimm stares at it like it’s a baby cobra.  “Your hand, if you please.”

Grimm shakes his head. “No fucking way.” 

Indigo’s voice gentles to something meditative, almost hypnotic. “Please. No harm will come to you. I give you my word.” 

Maybe he some kind of stupid fuck, but something about the weighted sincerity of Indigo’s voice lulls him into a false sense of security.  Or maybe that’s just some magical fuckery or whatever.  Nevertheless, Grimm reaches out, pulls back with a curl of fingers, and then forces himself to offer up his hand just the same.

Indigo’s fingers interlock with his own, their palms coming to rest against one another.

Okay, nothing. Just the strangely cool weight of Indigo’s grasp and–

The ink upon his arms itches, feels as if it burns for a split second, and warms to the same electric hue that suffused Indigo’s entire being not five minutes earlier.

“What in the absolute fuck. . .”  

Indigo’s skin is pale and luminous, an unnatural porcelain glow, an unseen force lifting his hair from his shoulder, the soft waves fanning around his face in a silver halo.  It is as if Grimm is seeing him for the first time and yet, already knows him in a way that words can’t possibly articulate. And from the way Indigo is staring back at him, the feeling is entirely mutual.

And as quickly as the touch is given, it is withdrawn.  By Indigo. 

“Damn it to hell!” he swears.  Shouts.  Shakes his hand like that’s gonna get Grimm’s energy off of him or something. “You mind telling me what the fuck that was?”  Grimm, too, rubs his arms, as if brushing something away.  

A flash of blue fire engulfs the other man, who yells something in–the fuck, was that Latin?– at the sky and storms back towards the aging Victorian house, Grimm hot on his heels.

“Oh no you fucking don’t!”  Grimm takes the stairs two at a time, beating Indigo to the top of the porch.  “You don’t get to do all of . . . that . . . and then just fuck off into the night like nothing happened, pal.  No fucking way.”  

A gun he doesn’t remember packing is suddenly in the waistband of his pants and he draws the thing, but doesn’t aim it. “You’re gonna talk.”  He clicks the safety off with an obvious gesture, a simple visual threat.  “Now.” 

Indigo’s stare is more of a dismissive regard than anything else. “Have you had that weapon this entire time?”

“Huh?” Grimm glares at him.  “Obviously or it wouldn’t be in my pants, asshole.” 

“Then you did not have it.” Indigo doesn’t give the Glock a second glance before pushing past him to open the front door. He glances over his shoulder with an exasperated look.  “Are you coming or no?” 

Like he has a fucking choice.

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[luvrhyune]

i have a big fear of being plagiarised, i have an even bigger fear of being plagiarised and not knowing about it😕

[tunakitchen]

40K QBAGINA‼️‼️‼️🔥🔥💯💯💥 MINECRAFT YURI 🔛🔝

clip from @pixiecaps

[satturn]

star by mitski 🌠

[milesofstars]

dick grayson in fanon: sweet silly older brother, pretty but stupid, favourite child, happy robin, basically batman 2.0 but a nice person, his brothers are more skilled and could outpace him but they love him anyways, goody-two-shoes, good relationship with batman, responsible eldest child, mentally stable and supportive

dick grayson in canon:

became robin so he wouldnt commit first degree murder

like all of his appearances young justice season 1 are about how hes a maniac and a genius

leader and strategist of the teen titans

actually Murdered the joker

considered an equal by the worlds most dangerous and deadly mercenary

was literally fired by batman and only really continued working w him because of jason and babs

managed to keep up with angsty new-to-the-job batman

has had so many arguments with bruce its a miracle he hasnt cut him off forever (hes tried though)

can take down the entire teen titans if he wanted despite being the only one of them with no superpowers/abilities

was the definition of angsty teenager

inherits his insane paranoia from bruce

a thread away from breaking the no-kill rule, give him a rest

hes literally feral guys i mean cmon

[ariineii]

I am in no way shape or form normal about scotts new skin, and i needed to get this out of my system before the next session went out. i hope they go bonkers together

[madlori]

My ankle journey

I am sharing this with all you good people on the dash because I am so fucking mad it took so long for me to learn it and if I can spare one (1) person the agony it will be worth it.

So for like...oh, 8 or 9 months, I've been struggling with pain/inflammation/tendinitis in my left Achilles tendon. I don't know what caused it. It just started up (welcome to middle age, this shit happens). It wasn't severe enough to be debilitating, but it was annoying and limiting. It was also intermittent, in that some days it would be very painful and other days hardly at all. The kind of shoe I was wearing affected it a lot.

Now, I have bone spurs on both heels (it's just a thing that happens as you get older sometimes). I'm also aware that heel pain is usually the result of tight calf muscles that pull and irritate the tendon. I tried stretching that calf muscle. You know the stretch, this bitch right here:

I did it all the time. I also iced the ankle after walking for awhile, hoping to avoid inflammation. Results were...unsatisfying.

I went to:

A chiropractor

A podiatrist

A physical therapist

A bodywork coach

They all gave me some variation on the "strengthen your calf muscle, stretch your calf muscle" advice. I continued doing this without results.

I was getting frustrated, and a little afraid that this was just my life now. Finally, I thought...maybe some targeted massage might help. I asked for rec on a local FB site and was pointed to a woman who specializes in therapeutic massage including cupping, etc.

I went to her a week ago.

She spent over half our first session working on my left lower leg. Within about 10 minutes of making my eyes water, she uttered the sentence I did not know I had been waiting to hear:

"Oh, it's your soleus."

Excuse me, what?

"It's your soleus that's the culprit. It's all tied up and stiff." She started digging into it and I felt literal sparks run up my leg as she released adhesions and got the muscle moving a little. When she finally put the leg down, it felt like it was on fire with all the blood rushing into it.

She said, "You'll need to stretch your soleus. It'll clear up, but it'll take a bit of time - tendons take ages to heal."

But I HAVE been stretching.

"No, you haven't. The usual straight-leg calf stretch only stretches the gastrocnemius, that's the big belly muscle in your calf. That's not your problem. That stretch doesn't stretch the soleus. Don't worry, I'll show you how to stretch it."

My mind is spinning.

So here are the muscles in question:

The gastroc (as the pros call it) just attaches down the back but the soleus runs underneath it from the knee around the side to the heel. The lower part above the ankle is where it typically gets tight and forms adhesions.

To stretch it, you do the same calf thing where you put your foot back and press your heel to the ground, but you have to do it with your KNEE BENT:

The bent knee keeps the gastroc from engaging. It's one of those selfish muscles (like traps) - if you give it an inch, it'll just take over and prevent other muscles from working or stretching. There are other ways to stretch the soleus but this is the easiest and you can literally do it anywhere. I've been doing it while standing and waiting for things (the elevator to come, the toast to toast). You just put the heel back and bend the knee. It's kind of like curtseying.

The minute I did this stretch, I could FEEL where it was pulling on my tendon. I knew that THIS had been the problem.

The massage therapist also told me to stop icing my heel. She said icing is for an acute injury, but a more chronic aggravation needs heat, to increase blood flow for healing. She recommended elevation with heat every day (I've been doing it in bed during "phone before bed" time).

I have been doing the soleus stretch at least half a dozen times a day for almost a week, and the ankle is at least 70% better. It is still a little tight and tender, but the improvement is significant. I think a few more weeks will have it feeling normal.

I am...blown away by this. This massage therapist was able to pinpoint an issue in only a few minutes that eluded all the other professionals I saw. I can't wait to go back to her and have her solve all my other problems, tbh.

[teddybeartoji]

you kiss the back of toji's hand one day very casually before intertwining your fingers with his and the man just kind of shuts down . bc what the hell did you just do????? kissed his hand?? you kissed his hand????? that's.. what?????? isn't he supposed to be kissing yours?????? and the fact that you're now just acting like nothing happened has him staring at you with widened eyes and slightly furrowed brows. you turn back to check on him because you realize that he's not following you anymore and just laugh lightheartedly when you see the faint blush on his cheeks and his burning ears. brining his hand to your mouth again, you press another kiss to his knuckles with a teasing smile glued to your lips and that makes him snap out of his daze. he tries to brush you off with a quiet click of his tongue but you know he liked it. you know he loved it.

[skltart]

siri, play animal by aurora

[cozylittleartblog]

Columbo and the Knight (1984)

put me in the universe where Columbo ran through the 1980s and had a crossover episode with Knight Rider. I think they deserved it, and I am not just saying that because they're my two favorite Old Shows. @telebeast wrote a little fanfic blurb about it and I HAD to visualize it into a comic (which is also the longest comic I have finished thus far at five pages...), so writing credit goes to them.

Autism W!

[bdaemonis]

Made this instead of paying attention to class. Cuz I had a vision

Original post under cut

[bruciemilf]

I like the thought of Battinson speaking like a My Chemical Romance song , but also, I think it’d be so unique and so cool and genius and groundbreaking if he spoke like Duchess from Aristocats.

Just him with little Dick? Asking him to PRETTY PLEASE let him kidnap the creepy but cute little kid next door.

“Oh, no, my darling, that’s just awfully rude. You have to ask the little baby first.”

[am-a-disappointment]

BREAKING NEWS interview with the vampire's season 2 episode 'don't be afraid, Start the tape" gets a 49 minute long standing ovation from Me, alone in my room watching it for the 100th time

[diamondvic]

I love Brackenpaw in the graphic novel so much oh my god. He’s so polite and he only speaks in normal (by normal, I mean not-all-caps lettering you’d see in day to day) lettering. It’s probably to contrast him with how excitable and loud Cinderpaw is, but since Every Single Other Character always talks in all caps it just makes him seem like such a polite quiet little guy.. I adore him so much

[thunderglade]

i got csp 🔥

[lutzlig]

188:35 / The 73rd Demon King, VII - "Let's meet again, Yoo Jonghyuk."

canon version under cut

every time bro has an emotional moment with his wall on i see this face in my brain

and everytime we kiss i swear dokja dies🔥👨‍❤️‍💋‍👨