#Someone please tell me this is something

[estrellami-1]

Breathe In (All of Me)

Part 1

“Mr. Munson,” call-me-Steve says. “Back straight, please, you are not trying out for Notre Dame.” Warm fingertips press into his lower back. “There, much better. Feel the stretch. Let yourself breathe in the fresh air and breathe out all your insecurities.”

“Wish I was breathin’ in a blunt right about now,” Eddie mutters.

Steve steps away and sits with a sigh. “Alright, sit up.” His voice sounds different now, likes he’s completely done with Eddie’s shit. Join the club, pretty boy. “What exactly are you here for?”

Eddie shrugs, rolls his shoulders. Meets Steve’s eyes in a show of defiance when he says, “It was this or rehab two years ago. Rehab didn’t work.” He leans back on his hands, the perfect picture of calm confidence. “This was the more drastic measure.”

“You’re not here because you want to be.” It’s not a question.

Eddie snorts. “What gave it away?”

“Munson. That name’s familiar to me.”

Eddie tilts his head. “Not to toot my own horn, sweetheart, but I’m kinda a household name. Metal band, called Corroded Coffin. I’m the lead singer and guitarist.”

Steve snaps his fingers and points at Eddie. “That’s it! God, my kids are obsessed with you.”

Eddie raises his brows. “Kids?”

Steve shrugs. “Not actually, but yeah. Babysat them when we were younger. Got into some crazy shit. We stuck by each other. Now they call me mom to annoy me.”

Eddie snickers. “And they’re fans, you say?”

“Oh yeah, Dustin? He’s my original kid, it all started with him, he’s super into that-” he wiggles his fingers, “that dragon game, the one with the dice. You do that one podcast, right? With your bandmates?”

“Holy shit, yeah! That thing almost completely flopped, I’m surprised that’s where you know me from.”

Steve snorts, rolls his eyes. “Dustin’s a meddling little shit. Not to toot my horn, sweetheart, but he’s the reason it didn’t completely flop.”

Eddie just raises a brow. Oh, he’s going to be fun.

Steve sighs again and stands. “I think we’ll be done for today. Let’s meet again next week and try something else. Same time work for you?”

Eddie shrugs. “Hey, you’re the doctor.”

Steve grins. “Then where the hell’s my doctor pay?”

Eddie looks him up and down. “I think it went into your uniform.” He grins and walks out the door before Steve can respond.

Steve stares into the full-length mirror. It’s not that bad… right?

He puts the thought out of his mind and strides out to the receptionist’s desk. “Robin.”

“Yeah, I saw him leave. What’re you thinking?”

Steve looks out the door Eddie’d walked out of a minute prior. “I’m thinking puppies.”

[inkskinned]

we were sitting on the floor and i was cutting out tiny pictures to make a collage for a friend's birthday. you were on your phone and you laughed about something, and i was still in love with you then, so i asked what had you giggling.

"sorry. i was just..." you took a moment and went back to texting. "i was telling someone about how you're afraid of the dark."

i'm afraid of the dark because something bad happened. "oh." i felt a little slinky of shame crawl down my throat.

you glanced up, and maybe it showed on my face, because you rolled your eyes and held the phone to the side casually so i could see the group chat. "what? was it a secret?"

i looked down to the scissors in my hand. "i just..." no, it's not a secret. it just felt like something private, something serious. saying why would you tell someone that just feels like an accusation. it's unfair. i honestly am not even ashamed of it, it's just a fact about my person that i don't usually share.

what a strange experience. is this a human thing or a generational thing? for our grandparents: did they need to worry about how quickly someone can just... share your personal information? again, i didn't even really have a true objection. what could i say? i want any person in my life to feel they can be honest with their friends. it's not like i said don't tell anyone this.

i cut out another letter to complete the rainbow happy birthday, started hunting for the exclamation mark. i heard you sigh dramatically.

"don't make a big deal about this," you said.

this entire conversation was a pattern for us, and this was when we got to my least favorite part of the pattern. i would get my feelings hurt in some oblique not-technically-terrible way, and then it would be making a big deal about something. you'd get frustrated for me for being soft, but i was born soft. you knew i was soft when you pierced me. it's one of the things that made controlling me so easy.

"i'm not," i felt my voice crack. the question came without my wanting. "why are you guys talking about me?" and why are you saying that thing? why not like - i'm telling them how you're generous and kind and pretty.

you let out this low, tragic groan. "oh my god." you tossed the phone away from your body. "there, see? i just won't talk to them if you don't like it."

the rest of the hour went the way it always went, between us: i said i don't actually mind if you talk to your friends but -, you found a way to call my minor expression of discomfort "being dramatic." you got upset that i had been offended. i ended up apologizing, even though i hadn't actually done anything.

afterwards, you picked up the phone again. after texting for a little bit, you snorted. "okay," you said, "but it is kind of funny you're afraid of the dark. i mean, when you think about it."

[ragsy]

big big big fan of found family relationships with shithead sibling dynamics

sure, yeah, they had no one in the world until they found each other, and they will fight tooth and nail for each other's safety, but they will also eat the last of the other's cereal and put the box back in the cabinet or tell the other's significant other every embarrassing story about them or greet each other by means of full body tackle and chokehold

[melpomenelamusa]

Characters whose powers/abilities are related to their voice or that need to be activated through voice or words, and therefore every time the character is captured they must be gagged, my beloveds.

[wandixx]

I've seen a lot of different takes on Fear Toxin/other fear causing stuff (Yellow Lanterns Ring or something)(later just called Fear Toxin cause I'm lazy) but here is another one.

Danny seems like he isn't affected by Fear Toxin because his biggest fear is that his accident changed him so much he is no longer human, he can no longer truly experience human things.

So when he gets lungful of fear Toxin, he feels normal. He was antsy before, because c'mon, it's a rogue attack but it's not worse. Or so he thought. Because the anxiety lingers. Not enough to register as abnormal just this slight hypervigilance that makes you see things about yourself and your surroundings that you'd never realize otherwise. He'd realize he doesn't blink as often. He'd realize that if he doesn't consciously focus, he sometimes seems to not touch the ground. Forgets to breathe. He can't feel his own pulse at time. He'd realize people will miss him when he's walking down the street as if he was invisible (people just don't care about everyone they pass by). When he'd look straight into his reflection, he'd look slightly to the left. Not enough to actually name anything that was wrong but just stretched enough to fall on the wrong side of the uncanny valley. If he just caught his reflection in the peripheral vision, it'd be vaguely shadowy creature with glowing green eyes and white smoke instead of hair. Overall he'd be just wrong enough to be distinctly not human.

For everyone else, he'd be just a dude. Literally couldn't find more normal dude than this dude. Will pass as absolutely normal human unless someone is specifically looking for ecto-ghost stuff. Even most magic users wouldn't clock him at the glance

Tldr: Fear Toxin makes Danny perceive himself as some sort of eldritch horror but not enough to make him believe he'd actually be affected, while from outside perspective he's Just A Dude™

[deadpoets]

— Meggie Royer, from "Psych Ward Lover" (x)

[mirrorball-leclerc]

holy spirit, father[s], son

[old-skyguy]

The silly stupid alien show about ghosts that steal your cock and balls just pulled the most gut wrenching, poignant shit possible and portrayed it so artistically and meaningfully what is even life.

This was MASTERFULLY done. The visual and environmental storytelling, the subtle foreshadowing, and inject those motifs into my fucking BLOOD.

Ho. Ly shit. Good fucking lord.

[breadandlottery]

😡😡😡😇

[cheriecelestial]

Jacob Black’s Self Saving System and His Shenanigans™️

[superherosideblog]

Inspired by @nyukaart 's AU

Teendad!Bruce is a part time pre-med student while also being Batman, working at WE, and taking care of one to four tiny children. Needless to say, he struggles with his classes. Regardless of how smart he is or how little sleep he needs, that's just more than a human being is capable of keeping up with.

The previous semester, he took three classes, including organic chemistry. He passed two of the classes, but a Batman crisis popped up during finals week, and he ended up failing orgo, so he needs to retake it.

Despite failing, he gets into a good study group with some really talented students, including the top student in the class, aspiring botanist Pamela Isley.

He knows that's Poison Ivy. She has no clue that's Batman. The study group is surprisingly cordial.

The kiddos crash the study group sometimes, and everyone has to coo over them before any work can get done.

As Bruce takes responsibility for a growing number of children, the study group slowly devolves from "let's all learn together" to "let's make sure this one overworked dad manages to pass."

They take turns babysitting Bruce's kids, so he can get work done. This includes Ivy, who teaches them about the plants she takes care of. Dick is convinced that this is a Robin-mission to collect intel about Ivy's work, but Bruce really just thinks Poison Ivy is one of the few people who could keep track of all of his gremlins. Plus, connecting with nature is good for the kids. He's pretty certain she won't hurt random kids who haven't done anything wrong even though she has a habit of blowing up factories full of workers. She's not *that* brand of evil.

[just-an-enby-lemon]

"The kid seems scared.

Tip had always been a little nervous. Or at least that was the reality when the two had met.

It was fairly obvious for everyone that met them that the child had not been treated well by their formar guardian and in a way that Elphaba sadly recognized still seemed to afraid of facing the same pain and rejection again.

Still lately the kid seemed more relaxed and open, treating her with the same easiness and earnest they did Jack. More determined to learn than eager to please. Following her around with questions and vibrating with excitement as she turned wooden sticks into dolls and toy swords alike. It made her think of Nessa in a very bittersweet way.

She failed her sister and she would not allow herself to fail another young person she became responsable for.

That's to say Tip's strange turn to the same scared kid she met soon after leaving her behind and being declared and enemy of Oz scared her.

"Miss Elphaba, I have something very serius to tell you."

Maybe they want to leave. They are not in fact different in the same way Elphaba is. Tip is a normal if deeply magical child who just ended up in the care of a horrible woman. Being her aprenticce is actually the only thing turning them into a dangerous and hated figure.

"I understand."

The kid takes a deep breath. Elphaba tries to think on the best words to explain that of course they can leave if they want to and that they can take as many provisions as they need. Tip will never again be a prisioner.

"I don't think I am a boy? Wait no. I know I'm not a boy. Like the idea of it is still a bit scary because it seems like it will be a big deal but I'm fairly sure I'm a girl actually. I just never though about it before but Jack called me she accidentaly and it just makes sense. I am still the same Tip and please let me keep being your aprentice." She says in a single breath.

"What?"

The girl looked scared. "I'm a girl." She says. Than in a smaller voice. "I can try to be a boy if you want?" It does not appear to be something she wants and the fact she still sugests it breaks Elphaba's heart a little.

"Oh! Oh. No, no, that's fine. Do you want to be called something else?"

Her eyes go huge and she stops deep in thought before answring.

"Uh. I guess so, but I'm still thinking on it. I don't mind Tip for now."

"Okay, tell me when it changes?"

"Will do."

"Anything else?"

Tip looks a bit shy for half a second before a excited smile covers her face. "Could you let me borrow a dress?"

Elphaba laughts.

"You are too tiny for my dresses, kid. But I can help you magic one for yourself. "

Her eyes shine. "Cool!"

[...]

"Morrible says you'll marry some prince soon." Dorothy says making a face.

"I don't see why you are soo distraught, my dear, I'm pretty sure she'll find me a great prince." Glinda says with false cheer.

"I doubt it. Princes are all very dull."

"Met many princes did you?" She jokes lightly, trying to find a way to change the subject. She loves the kid dearly and for all it's bleak consequences will always be glad the tornado ended up bringing the girl into her life but she would preffer not to discuss those subjects. Specially not in her own bedroom in a rare moment of relaxation.

"Well no." The girl pouts. "But most boys are dull and I can't imagine liking to marry even the ones that aren't. I guess I just thought you were the same? I'm sorry."

"No need to apologize. And I sure hope marriage is unimaginable for you, you are way to young for it."

The girl smiles a tiny bit before frowning.

"I can imagine myself marrying a girl one day."

"Oh!" Is all Glinda says.

"I told Aunt Em once she told me to never say it again, she told me I was too young. But I'm ten now and I feel the same. " Dorothy rarely talks about home, sometimes Glinda tricks herself into beliving it is because her the kid just loves Oz better, that she forgot all about it, but she knows deep down that Dorothy will always miss Kansas, always miss her uncle and aunt and Toto, she just accepted home as a place she'll never return to. In the good days Glinda knows Dorothy would also miss Oz, would miss her munchkin friends and mostly would miss being Glinda's apprentice. In the better days she thinks about bringing Dorothy's family here. After all Kansas always seems sad and hungry. "Girls don't marry each other in Kansas." She continues. "But I though maybe they did here. "

"I think they do everywhere, Dorothy, is just some people pretend they don't because the different scares them."

"Like the Wizard and the animals?"

Glinda had only recently convinced Dorothy to only speak her very dangerous beliefs on the Wizard in private and even there she sometimes corrected the kid. But right now it felt too much like liying to Elphaba she couldn't do it, not when she knew Dorothy to be right.

"Yeah. Just like that."

And after a second she adds.

"Between us, I would also like to marry a woman".

Dorothy smiles, just a little bit.

[...]

She knows she should not be here.

But it's fun, she likes the dancing and the food and the small chance of going back home with something that can actually help Elphie. Maybe a magical item or even just some usefull information.

Besides the girl she is talking to is very pretty and fun and smart and she is not open about it but she's definitivaly not the biggest fan of the Wizard either. Oh and a great dancer.

"I'm sorry" the girl says "but I think I did not catch your name?"

Now it's the moment to say something clever like 'i never gave it to you' or maybe just invent some fake name. She can't say her name. It's too easy of a conection to make. But she doesn't need to lie. After all it was never really her name. And she has a name now. Has had it for days and just keept it a secret in some weird form of fear. But it felt like time. She would tell it to Elphie and Jack when she went back.

"Ozma. I'm Ozma. What's yours?"

[...]

Dorothy had never had so much fun at a party before. Her new friend was the most beutifull girl she ever met and the funniest and cleverest and it had never felt so easy to talk to someone before. In fact the only thing Ozma didn't appear to be was a good dancer but Glinda had teached Dorothy well and she found herself leading the other girl steps into the best dance she ever had.

She noticed Ozma did not gave any surname but it was not her place to pry. She just hoped to mert the girl again.

"Dorothy." She says and takes the hand. For a second she considers continuing in the way she was instructed to (Dorothy Upland at your pleasure and a kiss to the hand) but while she loves Glinda that's not really her. And she somehow trusts Ozma enough to be honest. "Dorothy Gale." She shakes the hand just like Uncle Henry used to.

[certifiedcoffeeaddict]

do i Look normal about them

for the sake of the joke, we're ignoring the whole okiya subaru | akai shuichi | kudou yusaku | edogawa conan | kudou shinichi ordeal that episode 781 had going on, okay. that's just furuya coming to akai to file another complaint.

og posts are linked below the cut !!

otpbutmakeitspicy with i suffer from 'men are hotter banged up' disease (preach)

whatsappauntie with ever since i was a little girl i think might have been deleted since the link and qrts dont work

H1TWOM4N with punished for my jests (+1 for the image)

fic tagged as "trust me" i say as i drive backwards (fandom: spiderman)

link to drug dealer? no man. hug dealer. come here (via me because i don't know what rb etiquette there is)

clouis-loumentine with what is a rival (again, sorry, via me because the link doesn't work ??)

ft-an with called you bro but im kinda in love with you

teaboot with the found family

theft etc is from a fic i wrote. the title was not chose intentionally and it's not even for dcmk (actually 'i wrote' is a lie. its an abandoned little child, oops)

jessecase with the extreme cold alert with the recommendation to check up on your local elderly fbi agent

oate and the ongoing argument

[k0t3x-n3t]

Guys hear me out...

Polyamorous UzuSaneGiyuu, where the Uzuis are still together(ofc), Giyuu is dating Tengen, Hinatsuru and Sanemi, but Sanemi is only dating Giyuu

[fireladybuckley]

I can’t believe a boyfriend made a silly sex joke to lighten the mood after both partners had a moment of vulnerability. The audacity. The horror. The normalcy! Unbelievable. How dare a conversation about feelings turn to levity. How dare a couple have a light chat about trauma-related things over dinner that doesn’t turn into an incredibly deep heart to heart instead of a joke and moving on. Unbelievable. I’m never watching this show again! 👎🏻

[notbxnny]

sparing a second to praise the brilliant minds behind former-catholic randy. you beautiful, beautiful people it just makes so much sense

like I imagine he was probably devoutly religious beforehand, church twice a week, praying the rosary every night knelt besides his mother, wore a little miraculous medal under his shirts, got all upset when other kids said goddamit etc etc before he gets to second grade and. it’s not like immediate dissolution the second the eraser hits. but he sits in a confession booth and he sniffles and hiccups through the whole story to the little latticework screen, and its probably the last time he lays it all out like that for over a decade. afterwards he steps back into the dim light of the church he had grown up in and felt a gaping absence, no rush of relief, no sudden forgiveness to free him from what he’d done. he’d prayed fervently when he couldn’t sleep night after night, until he ultimately came to realisation it would never provide the deliverance he was searching for. after that he slowly stopped caring, never considered telling his mother about his lack of faith and continued on all the same.

the closest he ever gets to how it felt sitting in that confessional is besides benson in the chrysler, where the heavy incense was cigarette smoke and the wooden pews were made of peeling leather, and randy is left once again begging ineffectually for forgiveness he doesn’t think he’s worthy of.