#OH HE MAD

[xenneez]

[abby-ob]

A lovely wip (stylisation practice)

[irradiblebullshark]

Flashbang :] *Uses my flash beacon on you*

The bull shark winced, turning it's body away for a moment as if to try and escape the flash before it's eyes melted into a bright red color. It's pull had gotten stronger than before, and the door to the room suddenly locked shut as the speaker turned on. impromptu gauntlet, huh? the voice in the speaker was suddenly strained as he practically shrieked into it. " I'M GOING TO FUCKING KILL YOU "

[jojoisnomo]

BREAKING NEWS: TOWNSVILLE MAN ARRESTED FOR YELLING AT DUCKS CROSSING THE ROAD

this just in

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎"I turned an entire city block into mercury, directly poisoning hundreds and indirectly poisoning thousands more as it all melted into the sewers, and the headline is about the fucking DUCKS that I cursed out because they got in the way of my escape? WHO THE FUCK IS IN CHARGE DOWN THERE?!?! That's it. Looks like I need to go talk some sense into yet another news producer."

[pama-saga]

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[somewherebetweenrage]

@survivorofhellskitchen​ continued from here

   An exasperated sigh, movements tinged with anger as the mutant shifts his weight on his feet. His body brackets the journalist, one arm either side of her and their faces close, shielding her from view, protecting her – with her back against cold brick, she has no option but to meet his gaze.

   “Do you have a fucking death wish?!” Words are hissed out through clenched teeth, fury radiating from his entire frame. “Sitting there and doing nothing is exactly what you should have done! You and your fucking pistol are not invincible!”

   Ten minutes from now the building will be a slaughterhouse worthy of the Punisher himself – having discovered the mutant children they came to rescue dead in their beds (or worse), Erik and Selene’s only remaining objective is to avenge them. Except now he’s going to have to babysit.

[eggsistential-breakdown]

Okay, but hear me out -- what if his parents weren't usually red and blue?

[inkskinned]

okay is she being actually immature or is it just a woman over 30 expressing a human experience you find to be immature.

like yeah. at certain ages... let shit go. im not defending the real immature shit. im not defending the karen you're picturing. i worked in retail i hate those people too. (once somebody got mad at me because she didn't like how our winter window decor was a snowman smoking a pipe. i wish i was joking).

but men at 57 will write books about how 17 year old girls are soooo sexy. they will invent worlds where women have to be naked for "armor reasons." they will write songs that treat women as objects. people rush to defend them. meanwhile a woman at 35 will be like "heartbreak is hard, actually" or "i feel betrayed by a friend" or "i am struggling with something emotionally." immediately people will say stuff like this woman is 35 by the way. by the way this woman is SO OLD to be experiencing this. BY THE WAY.

im 31, almost 32. the other day a poet was blasted online because at her "big age", she had written a poem about feeling unloved. top comment was "this woman is 29 by the way." this woman is too old to still be useful, by the way. she has to behave better . maybe if she was a good wife and mother she could stop existing loudly, and the story could continue on without her. this woman has served her purpose, by the way. she's so cringe, by the way. at 29 - so old! - she still hasn't figured out that her existence should be one of shame.

[wormspoodle]

teach me your ways potion master

[thesundowncrew]

“Nightshade?”

The moment Nettie's voice sounded from the stairway, everyone fell into stunned silence. Luckily Bran's quick-thinking saved them from having to come up with any more excuses about Samhain's sudden disappearance and then reappearance and bought them time to gather their thoughts and come up with some kind of game-plan.

"This journal's for Ms. Haven, or uuh, Mr. Arthur if she's not inclined. It's regardin' the river nearby an' how it can help Bran's condition. Ah've detailed everything ah know," Samhain instructed Nightshade, even down to the improvised retrieval spell he thought would help ensure no one could touch Bran's food without permission. "This one's about the case," he added, pulling out his personal research log with all his notes regarding the entity named Feldmire, including the details he learned about the contract from Bran the night before. "For your eyes only," he stressed, to which Nightshade gave a curt nod.

"T'be honest, ah still don't know much about the creature. Ah wanna take this chance to speak with it, get to know its motivations.." the ghoul's words trailed off but Nightshade could almost tell what he was thinking. "Ah'll try not to be long but if ah need you, ah'll call."

"Sammy, wait-" Nightshade reached out for him just as he was about to leave. She opened her mouth to say something but closed it. With a sigh, she resigned to just wishing him "Be careful."

"I will," Samhain nodded, smiling back confidently at his friend and apprentice. Suddenly the ghoul's body became nothing but formless shadow, swirling and twisting, till it dissipated into the cracks of the ceiling. The last thing Nightshade saw of his human form were his green eyes, gleaming devilishly and that smug, knowing grin on his face.

Nightshade was worried, but not for Samhain this time.

After cleaning up and closing the bedroom door behind her, Nightshade rejoined everyone downstairs. "Oh heyya sweetpea! Aaaaw is that for me?" she beamed upon seeing Nettie, Samhain's backpack now over her shoulders and the two journals tucked in her arms.

—

It seemed that as soon as it had the slightest thought of hiding itself, the attic was enveloped in shadow. Having now familiarized himself with the entity's peculiar energy, Samhain could pinpoint exactly where it had tucked itself away. Skeletal hands manifesting from the floorboards suddenly snatching it up and gripping tightly, like when one wrangled a slippery creature with no intention of letting it go anytime soon. Slowly but surely Samhain emerged from the shadows, green flames flickering wildly at the corners of his eyes as he stared the creature down.

"An' where do you think you're going?" the ghoul hissed, with a dormant anger that was finally coalescing and bubbling up to the surface.

He’d wanted to take on Feld alone… he’d wanted to test his limits. And he truly had left the emergency line to Nettie — a child who still had no idea Samhain had stayed and had only called Nightshade because she was thrilled to chat with a kitty. Bran stared at Samhain, baffled. Words failed him entirely this time.

He barely processed Samhain giving Nightshade the cat carving; only her excited squeal pulled him from his daze. At Samhain’s next words, Bran’s face paled even further. Confronting Feld was a bad idea for so many reasons. He’d just opened his mouth to tell him this when someone called from downstairs.

“Nightshade?” Nettie’s breathless voice, both eager and puzzled. The child herself appeared on the stairs a second later. Her cheeks were flushed, curly hair damp and even more tangled than usual. Samhain’s rumpled flower crown still sat atop her head. She held another flower crown in her hands, with pink blossoms the same shades as Nightshade’s outfit.

Spots of mud stained her dress. Maude would fuss about that, Bran thought distantly, only to realize with a jolt of fear that Nettie had set foot upon the top of the stairs. She grinned at him with the delight that meant she was about to sprint toward him. Bran knew she’d burst into tears if she saw Samhain now.

Bran gave Samhain one last worried glance before he turned from the doorway and caught Nettie midway down the hall, stopping her before she reached the room. “She’s just finishing up now,” he reassured her quickly, remembering the child told him Nightshade came to search Samhain’s room. He managed a weak smile. “C’mon, she’ll be down in a moment.”

Nettie hummed and looked past him longingly, as though considering whether to dodge him and find Nightshade right away. Bran held his breath and let out a relieved sigh when she beamed at him. “Okay!”

As Bran held her hand and led her back down the stairs, she showed him Nightshade’s flower crown and described its creation with bubbly joy (Gruff had helped a lot, apparently). Bran nodded along, offering questions and compliments to keep her distracted.

In the attic, the cold presence decided to wriggle itself behind some old furniture and boxes. Wisest to hide for now, the creature mused from its dusty refuge, assuming Samhain would leave the inn soon. It liked the attic too much to abandon it right away.

[edlucavalden]

Oh my god.. this post was cooking i had to..

[somewhereincairparavel]

i will never understand how people have the heart to hate Jason even after they found out that his Ambrosia tastes like fucking sawdust. Ambrosia being tasty is like one single happy thing a demigod can have despite their tragic lives, because it reminds them of the home they once had, but lost. And Jason doesn't even have that, he doesn't even have a home to lose in the first place.

[devflamme]

begging you people to just be normal about today's episode. "oh we did not get an agathario kiss" "i dont care about billy" "worst episode ever"... but we did get a gay kiss in a MARVEL show on fucking DISNEY PLUS. isnt that something to be happy about? that we're getting more queer rep in marvel? or are people just watching the show for agatha and rio? fuck the lore then? fuck the storytelling? fuck everything? oh please

[lil-vibes]

Day 5: Peer into the darkness

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(prompt list here! ) + bonus bc i cant help myself 😔

[saytrrose]

[rcjoice]

"Is this a bad time?"

"my kids are sleeping, sam." why the fuck was he coming around this late at night, anyway? didn't he get the memo that ashton was mad at him? how could he not be after the fucking stunt he pulled. "besides, i don't talk to dead guys." and with that he goes to slam the door in sam's face, a fitting end to this conversation, he thinks.