#This hurt me to write

[haveihitanerve]

Dick, or any of the Batkids really: *yelling* I’m grown up now!!! I have my own life!!! Bruce: *quietly* I know that. I just wanted to be a part of it.

[thr0whands]

@brassringed + jey: closed starter.

❝ i don't know what to say to ya anymore, uce. you still my brother. but just by blood. this is the 2nd time you cost me the title. & i miss you man. you're my other half. but i'm tired of this shit. i'm tired of you. and i'm tired of the damn bloodline. it's over now. when it comes to wrestlemania, it's you. and it's me. we gona end this, uce. even after everything you done to me, i still love you. you is always going to be my brother. but it's about me beating you and it's going to happen at wrestlemania. ❞

[liightbringr]

𝐮𝐧𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐝.

@famuran asked: " you have whispered of the many lifetimes, the many endless possibilities of you and i. yet i do not believe in this time, where we stand, that it is true. you speak of how you try to save me from myself. but this is my destiny, who i am to be - to become. i am ffamran mied bunansa, this balthier of whom you speak is not of this world. i am not the man you know, or the one you knew. now you must forgive me. i have to attend to more of my father's work and you are interrupting me. " [ me. thinking abt my lil planned verse/timeline of balthier - ffamran, following in cid's footsteps. not becoming a sky pirate but also shirking the judge role in favour of science and research. becoming obsessed with the nethicite and the faint whispers he can hear of the occuria. :) helps that young cid is the spitting image of ffamran. like it was meant to be. hehe. ]

"𝐈 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐖𝐇𝐎 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐀𝐑𝐄, and I know who you're not." There's bite in her voice. Venom on the tip of her tongue. Crassness that laces each word in the scrunching of her nose---irritation at the forefront of persona. What was some semblance of neutrality when addressing the other turns sour in an instant. A singular step taken in stride toward he who would sooner skulk back into the shadows of research && tyrannical development. She can hear the whispers from where she stands. The direct involvement of sinister beings; it causes her stomach to twist at the mere thought. They hide away within the corners of this establishment, all eyes upon her for they know who she is. They are fully aware that this being of light could rend them to naught with the power that resides within her. Their kin across the dimensions since burned away---ghostly resonance to parallel existences. Another step is taken, chin held high. There is pride within her && the knowingness. Thoughtfulness comes && goes in an instant. She is neither gentle nor mild. Her kindness is worn thin by the hardships she's faced to even stand within this domain of his. "But I also know something you don't. For all those books of yours, all of your studies, you're ignorant." There's a hardness in her eyes. It isn't damning, but it's no longer endearing. She looks at him in a way that her husband will never know. "You're just a pawn. A means to an end. Like a toy they play with. You're expendable and don't even realize it. Or maybe you do and just don't care. But if you think you're a free man for even a second... think again." She tries to appeal to the mortality; she tries to appeal to man's desire of liberation on any front. Enslavement can drive one mad. && it makes her think back on his father.. "You're nothing but an ant to be crushed underfoot. A slave to a master that's going to kill you when it's all said and done."

[26aspen-edits]

imagine if aziraphale was with crowley as he was falling

like he's plumenting towards hell and aziraphale is trying to hold him in the air and trying to keep him in heaven but crowley softly touches his face with tears in his eyes and says "s'alright angel, it was bound to happen at some point." and aziraphale tries to negoiate and make sure he doesn't let go, "but this is ridiculous, why would God do this?" and crowley softly shushes him and says "don't question it, you wouldn't wanna end up like me, now would you?" and tears start running down aziraphale's face as he puts his forehead on crowley's and then chokes out "I'm sorry" and crowley then says "I forgive you" before letting go and falling into hell

[ofgravitation-moved]

@ofdetonation​ said:  [ 𝐖𝐀𝐒𝐇 ] ― sender helps clean receiver after a long day / stressful situation    /    for ochako!  feeling that post-battle vibe with this one go wild

the first thing that’s taught to you in rescue training is that you cannot save everyone, no matter how hard you try.  you’re taught to prioritize women, children, the elderly-- and then anyone else that is still in present danger. but ochako was only one person. a student, at that. not that it was an excuse, but even ryukyu couldn’t have done anything this time. 

it started as a simple robbery while they were on patrol. tsu and ryukyu took to one direction and ochako and neijire to the other. but what they thought would be a simple catch, was nothing of the sort. the robber had accomplices, with other agendas-- and they’d taken hostages in a nearby office building. from there, the ball just kept on rolling-- with an end result that ochako wasn’t happy about: casualties, and so many of them. 

one of the villains had a fire quirk and before ochako could get to the civilians inside a home next to the office, the villain’s flames beat her-- encompassing the family’s entire home & the office building in the process. the battle ended quickly once ryukyu was able to capture the ringleader, but the cleanup? they don’t teach you how to clean up that kind of battlefield in rescue training / there wasn’t anything left.

ochako’s ripped and torn hero uniform is covered in soot and ash by the time she trudges into the dorm’s common room. tsu had hurt her shoulder, and was still recovering at ryukyu’s agency with a medical team. ochako was released with minor injuries: scrapes, cuts, bruises-- but the worst? the burns. she’d refused medical attention. a hot shower-- that’s all she needed. more than anything, she wanted to get away from that battlefield. every time she’s closed her eyes, all she saw were the faces of those she wasn’t able to save. & that hurt worse than the burns. 

she’s removing her boots by the door when she feels eyes on her. ochako doesn’t even wanna look up at him. she feels bad enough, and looking at katsuki? she’d let all those pent up emotions go, and right now, she was numb: she wanted to keep it that way. she wasn’t ready to process what’d she’d just witnessed. she didn’t wanna talk, didn’t wanna do.. anything, besides wash the dried blood off her skin. she didn’t even know if it was hers..

as if he reads her mind, katsuki holds out a hand. not saying a thing, her own hand is shaking as she lifts it. after a few long seconds, she places it into his; it.. helps. finally, ochako finds what strength she has left and looks up at katsuki.

“ can you.. stay with me? .. help? you don’t.. have too. but-- ” there’s a pause and  ochako feels a tear slide down her cheek. “ .. please? ”

[sherlockig]

Least hottest OFMD cast member and why 😬 (anti honesty ask game)

Must be that rhys darby fellow. Can't stand him actually. He has such flat not fluffy at all hair and his nose does not need bopping for being cute. 😤

[crowgreeds]

@terribletruths  💬 

      "Could you be happy here with me?"

They haven’t ever dared speak these words out loud before, even though they have crossed his mind many, many times over the time spent around her, having chosen that it was better, easier that they remain within them. He kept them close and burning in his chest whenever he saw Inej, never to be spoken where the wraith or anyone for that matter could hear. It is a selfish want of his for her to stay near him, but Inej didn’t belong to him  — she didn’t belong to anybody  — and it had felt wrong to speak these words that eat at him so.

So why is he speaking them now?

They slip out without his meaning for them to, just as Inej is turning to depart, to disappear amongst the waves once again while he simply watches her go. He can see her surprise in the tension of her frame alone even before she turns to face him and his jaw tightens. Foolish, stupid, all things they seem to become when she is around. If they could snatch the words back out of the air they would, but they can’t take back this shred of vulnerability and under her dark gaze he feels exposed. Like she can see clearly the part of him that aches whenever she goes, that yearns to have her near, that wonders if he could make her happy if she did, being the crooked man that he is. He isn’t the good man that he often feels like she wants him to be, and he’s tried, for her, but Kaz Brekker isn’t built to be like that.

It’s now that he turns his head away, unable to meet her eyes any longer, hands gripping his cane tight. “...Forget that I said anything.” He says finally. “There is supposed to be a really bad storm rolling in tomorrow, if you want to make it out of the harbour before it hits you should leave now.”

[gentil-minou]

What's your opinion on Luka and Kagami as characters and as love rivals?

Luka is better than Adrien in every way and honestly Kagami is the worst I can't believe we have to see her ugh I hate her.

Also obviously their ships should be canon. Lukanette is waaaayyyyyyy more exciting and fun than the love square. This show should just be tales of Marinette and Blueberry Boy.

Ask me a question and I will only give super true totally right and not wrong at all answers

[seacret]

‘  believe  me.  say  you  believe  me.  ’

𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄'𝐒 𝐀 𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐅𝐔𝐋 𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐈𝐍 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐒. she cannot think, cannot focus. cal stands imposing and arrogant at her back, her mother drifting close to take her hand with her cool, dry ones. holding her close, HOLDING HER IN PLACE. the stateroom feels impossibly small, not in the intimate way it had felt just hours ago when she had bore herself ( body and soul ), but claustrophobic. there's 𝚍𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍, outside and in, yet all she sees is jack. his pleading eyes, blue like the sea - like the 𝖍𝖊𝖆𝖗𝖙 𝖔𝖋 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖔𝖈𝖊𝖆𝖓 that they pulled from his pocket. was it all a means to an end ? the words, the dreams, the passion between them ? was that all she ever was, something to be used for the benefit of others ? he's as near to her as he can get while being held back by officers who seem INCREASINGLY UNCOMFORTABLE with the dramatics before them. his voice, growing in desperation by her lack of response. her lips part, but she can't get past the lump in her throat. choking her into silence.

[granolabird]

The Weight of Reality

Post 2x08. Sorry guys, there isn’t really a way to fluff this one out. It’s gotta be angsty. Beth finds out about Rick being put in jail, and immidiately calls him. Needless to say, he’s not doing well. Written while listening to Giants by Imagine Dragons on loop bc that’s such a Rick-centric song. 

Warings: One single F bomb. And a lot of sad teenagers. That is all.

Tags: @hournites @bethchapelsbonnet 

If you’d like to be added to my weekly Hournite fic taglist feel free to ask :)

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Beth is sitting at her desk doing research when she gets the call. It’s ten at night, and fireworks still light the sky outside her house. She’s always hated the fourth of July. Too much noise and partying. Beth was a fan of neither of those things. This fourth of July felt different though. It felt too quiet, what with all the Eclipso business. She was almost thankful for the bright colourful bursts of light outside her window, reassuring she was still in the real world. She was still here. Eclipso couldn’t get to her as long as she had the goggles on.

Her first instinct after the whole Eclipso business had been to phone Rick. He hadn’t responded, which was nothing out of the ordinary. She chalked it up to the bad service at his farm, as that was his usual excuse. When Beth called Courtney and she didn’t respond was when Beth began to worry. Courtney spent all her free time on her phone. She always answered. She was decidedly not answering. Then Beth tried Pat, who she only really called during emergencies, to the same result. She left them all messages of varying concern, telling them about how she really needed to talk, and she had more information on Eclipso. Perhaps the Whitmore-Dugan family were out having a fourth of July celebration. That made sense. That was the option Beth went with.

So that’s how Beth got here. Googling her life away, looking at shady PDF documents on possible origins of Eclipso, and on the original JSA. She didn’t have much but it was something to keep her brain occupied. She’s skimming an article about The Flash and everything that’s known about him when her phone rings. 

It’s Pat.

She almost takes her goggles off before picking it up instinctively, but she corrects herself and leaves them on as she answers the phone. There's a moment of silence on the other side of the line before Pat speaks.

“Beth?”

“Pat! Thank goodness, I’ve been trying to get ahold of you-”

“Beth, I need to tell you something.” There’s a serious tone to his voice. It reminds Beth of the time the hospital called to tell her family that her grandfather was deathly ill. It’s a tone of voice laced with pity, and she hates it. After everything she’s dealt with tonight pity is the last thing she feels like dealing with.

“What’s wrong?”

She keeps her thoughts to herself, instead focusing on figuring out what Pat has to say. There’s more silence on the other end of the line. She can hear what sounds like Courtney crying in the background. She hears Pat take a steadying breath.

“Pat? What’s wrong? Is everything okay?”

“It’s Rick.”

Beth’s entire body drops. She feels it. She feels herself crumple. The feeling of dread she thought she’d destroyed when she fought off Eclipso returns instantly, making her feel sick. Rick. 

Something’s happened to Rick.

“Is he…”

“He’s okay, Beth. But he’s in Jail.”

“What?”

“Eclipso got to him. Made him think Matt was Grundy. Rick attacked him, and almost killed him. The police took Rick in. Court and I are at the station now, we’re trying to get it figured out.”

“No.” She can barely hear herself speak.

“Beth I’m so sorry”

“What about the hourglass? Can’t he use that to break out of jail or something?” Beth is scrambling for an answer, a way to help Rick.

“You know he wouldn’t do that Beth, even if he could.”

“If he could?”

“He smashed the Hourglass.”

Beth doesn’t know when she started crying, hot tears flowing down her face. She finally got somewhere with her parents and now this. Now this.

“Beth? Are you okay?”

“Sorry. I’m sorry Pat I just… I need a minute to process.”

“It’s okay Beth. I can call you back later if you want. Then we can talk about what you wanted to tell us?”

Beth wants to say no, that she has to tell them about Eclipso and her immunity to him with the goggles right now but she can’t. She physically cannot. Every time she opens her mouth it feels like fire is creeping up from her lungs. She can barely breathe. 

“Yeah.” 

Is all she can force out.

She’s shaking as Pat hangs up, staring at her cracked phone screen. The photo of her and the rest of her friends smiling split by the nasty lightning-bolt shatters on the glass screen. Broken. She looks at Rick in the photo, his arm slung around her leisurely as he laughs at a joke Mike said before taking the picture. She wants nothing more than to be back with him at that moment. Things seemed so much easier then. 

“I’m sorry Rick. I’m so sorry. I should’ve been there for you.” She murmurs, pressing her forehead to the top of her phone screen.

The phone, of course, provides no response.

She stares at the screen a while longer before she gets an idea, frantically searching up the number of the police station. She’s not sure it’ll work. She’s not well versed in the etiquette of phoning the police station to talk to a newly-arrested teen but it won’t hurt to try, right? 

She hesitates for a moment, her finger hovering over the phone number. She takes a deep breath before she presses it, and then hits the call button.

Ringing

Ringing

And then 

“Blue Valley Police Department, how can I help you?” A deep male voice answers the phone.

“Hi! Sorry, I don’t know if this is the right number to call, or what I’m supposed to be doing here really.” She’s speaking quickly, words blending together in her panic. She takes another deep breath and then continues.

“You have someone I know in detainment? A Rick Tyler? Or maybe he’s under Rick Harris, but that’s not really his name.” She cringes at that statement, but the officer, whoever they are, should call Rick by his real name. He deserves at least that.

“Right. So why exactly are you calling?”

“Oh! Sorry, I’d like to talk to him if that’s possible? I know he’s just gotten there but I’m.. Well I’m his closest friend. I just really need to talk to him.”

“Listen kid, we already have people here trying to figure out what to do with him-”

“Pat and Courtney. They know me, they’d want me to talk to him too. Please. I really need to talk to him. Even if it’s only for a little while. Please.”

A deep sigh on the other end of the line.

“You’re lucky I have a soft spot for young romance. He’s in a detention cell right now. I’ll see what I can do.”

Beth’s mind catches on to the words young romance. She wants to correct the officer and tell her there is no romance, but she doesn’t. Because that would be a lie. There was something. A spark. One that may never turn into anything if Rick gets sent off to a juvenile detention centre somewhere halfway across the country.

“Thank you so much.” Beth breathes, realizing she hadn’t said anything in response.

The officer only grunts, and then she hears the sound of the phone being placed on the table, and footsteps walking away.

It seems like hours before she hears more footsteps, hurried, almost panicked. She hears a vague 

“You have to be quick. I really shouldn’t be doing this.”

No response, only a swoosh of air as the phone is lifted up and then 

“Beth?” Rick’s voice is shaking.

Beth has never heard him so genuinely scared. He sounds terrified, and so deeply sad. He sounds broken. 

“Rick. Rick, I’m here, what happened?”

“Beth.” He repeats her name, and then she hears him sob. 

It’s a guttural noise as he gasps for air, and Beth wishes she could reach through the line to hug him. She wants to be there with him more than anything.

“Rick, it'll be okay.”

“It won’t. I’ve fucked it all up Beth. We can’t fix this one.” He sounds so defeated. 

“We can try. I’m not going to stop trying. This isn’t your fault. We’re going to get you out of this.” “This is my fault. This is entirely my fault. It was bound to happen one day, and now it did. Even Matt knew it, I was destined for the cells. That’s my future.” He’s not even listening to what she’s saying, just rambling to himself at this point.

“Rick-”

“You deserve better than me Beth. You, and the whole team. I’ve been nothing but a dead weight. You’ll be better off without me.”

“RICK.” Beth half-shouts into her phone, tears still burning molten streams down her cheeks.

She hears Rick inhale sharply on the other end of the line. He’s surprised. Good, at least that’ll get him out of his own mind.

“I’m not leaving you and that’s final. Nobody is. You may not think it, but we care about you. A lot. We’re going to get you out of this.”

Another sob on Rick’s end, and she can hear his heavy breathing as he tries, and fails, to regain his composure. 

“I’m sorry. Beth, oh my god I'm so sorry.” She wishes Rick didn’t sound so terrified. 

She wishes there was some way she could reverse time and be there to help him. To make everything better. 

“It’s not your fault. It’s not. Eclipso made you do it. Please, please don’t blame yourself. Please don’t.” She’s pleading, trying to keep her voice from shaking.

“I… Beth I…” He’s at a loss for words. 

She hears the deep voice of the Officer in the background. Shuffling. “I’ve gotta go Beth.” His voice is strained. “Ok. I’ll see you as soon as I can.” Beth offers, hoping it’ll provide him some reassurance.

“Right.”

A deep breath on his end, and then more shuffling and voices. “Beth I.. I lo… I…” He’s really trying to say something, his words choked as he struggles to spit them out. 

Before he can finish his sentence there’s more footsteps and the phone clatters down. A few more seconds of shouts and shuffling before the line cuts out, and Beth is left alone again.

She’s almost certain she knows what he was going to say in that last sentence but she can’t bring herself to think too much about it. It’ll be something to talk about once they get Rick out. They have to get him out. With a sigh Beth returns to staring at her shattered phone screen, still crying. She stares at Rick’s smiling face, and tries to smile back at him. She just wants to be with him. She just wants it all to be okay. She’ll just have to keep telling herself it’ll all be okay. Then, maybe one day it will be. 

It has to be.

[glowingspence]

19 :)

"Can I hold your hand?" Spencer whispers looking up to Morgan who is standing next to him in the hospital, while Spencer is sitting down, trying not to keel over.

"No" Derek answers and starts pacing again, blaming himself for not noticing sooner, for not noticing that his friend had been falling apart under the grief. That he was so caught up in his own anger he hadn't noticed Spencer retrieving into an old coping mechanisms, he had first seen him using when he was just a kid, barely looking strong enough to carry his own files and back then Gideon had handled it. Gideon had gotten him a therapist, stopped the bleedings late at night, taught him ways to deal differently.

"I am sorry"

"I know, kid" Morgan stops for a moment and places a hand on his back, "I know, it's okay. I am not mad." He stays close for a moment before walking to the end of the waiting area again seeing where the goddamn doctor is. "I am gonna check with the nurse again, this is impossible."

"Don't make a scene."

"You are bleeding out"

"It's okay."

"It's not, stay here. I will be right back."

[More under the cut]

"Don't go please" Spencer whispers but Derek overhears it and starts walking down the corridor while Spencer gets more and more tired and he just wants to close his eyes for a moment. He just needs a little rest. And he knows he should stay awake, Derek told him. "Derek" he whimpers again before he slips of the chair, falling to the floor and closing his eyes.

"Spencer? Spencer wake up." A female voice calls, "Spencer, honey, you need to open your eyes." She says again and he does, looking up to the woman in the red shirt, her brown her tied together behind her head, her golden thin necklace hanging down from her neck, "Handsome, I thought you would be smarter than to close your eyes while bleeding out"

"Emily?" He questions, his voice so thin he thinks he will get overheard again.

"It's me, boy wonder." With a chuckle she helps him up. "Here, let me clean that." She uses her sleeve to clean the blood from his cheek that he landed on in his blood "That must itch like hell."

"How can you-" He stammers out. "How can you be here?"

"Think about it."

"I am not dead-" She laughs again. "I am hallucinating from the blood loss. You are not real."

"Do you see anyone else near by?" Anxious Spencer shakes his head. "Guess you are gonna have to trust me then."

"You are dead, you can't be here."

"There are things even you can't understand, Doctor Reid." She gets off the floor Spencer following her, the blood from his arm dripping onto the floor.

"Where are we going?"

"To find Morgan."

"Why?"

"We are gonna have a talk? Leaving you alone there?" She asks while rolling her eyes. "He is smarter than this, can't get his head out of his ass ever since I died."

"He is trying, he loved you so much." Spencer apologizes for him and they pass a door and suddenly stand in Spencer's apartment.

"Go lay down." Emily directs him, "I will make you tea."

"I am bleeding"

"Lay down on your bed, sweetie" He follows her comment, watching her tug her in. "Close your eyes, kid."

"I don't wanna go"

"You chose this." She places her hand on his forhead, "We will see each other again, you just gotta wait a few more years. Your time isn't up, handsome." Somewhere he can hear Derek's voice.

"Can I hold your hand?"

"Always" With a smile Emily takes his hand in hers, "I am always gonna be by your side no matter where you go, Spencer."

"Spencer?" He can feel another kind of warmth at his head, it feels stronger more present, it makes Emily's touch feel invalid, "Spencer hey, you are doing good, open those beautiful eyes for me."

"I don't wanna leave you." He whimpers looking at Emily who gets up from her seat, "Please, I wanna stay with you."

"Go to Derek, it's okay." She leans down kissing him on the forehead, "They all love you so much, go on. I will be waiting for you when you are old and your golden curls have turned gray."

"Spencer open your eyes" He can hear Derek's voice again, "Kid please"

"It's okay" Emily disappears through the door and Spencer closes his eyes, already feeling the pain of her leaving again.

"You are safe, I've got you." Derek whispers to the sobbing man, that he still isn't sure if he is conscious again, laying in the hospital bed.

"Emily" Spencer brings out and turns himself away, making himself as small as possible, tugging his legs up and hugging himself, "You took Emily away again."

[Prompt list]

[kil9]

i neeeed to see other gay ppl react to advice im sick of these str8 ppl saying the white outfit looks like the joker 🤢

[never-straight-no]

angst rebuke (vague, i know. and yes i said rebuke. rebuke supremacy)

this turned out to be a little less rebuke centered than i meant it to be, but hopefully you still like it!

 bobby had started getting antsy. he had been waiting for the boys for about twenty minutes now, and he knew that luke would never be so late to a show this important, so he knew something was up. he turned to rose, the girl who he’d been “flirting” with to mess with luke and reggie.

  “you’re sure you didn’t see them come back in?”

  “yeah,” she said. “sorry. but, if you want, we can go look for them together?”

  bobby nodded, and they headed out into the alleyway, following in luke, reggie, and alex’s footsteps to sam ‘n’ ella’s, and then to the place where they usually sat to eat.

  then he saw them, saw the ambulance, heard the sirens, and all of a sudden, he was sobbing, drowning in his tears, and struggling for air, because they were gone. his boys were gone. they were being loaded up into a truck to go to the hospital, a place where they’d never come back from, and he was sure he’d never see them again.

  reggie, who had always been able to tell when he was upset even though he tried not to show it, who gave him hugs and told him he loved him at random times, who always made everything more bearable, and luke, who, although they constantly teased each other, helped him through fights with his parents and listened to him when he had something to say, and alex, his best friend, the most level headed out of all of them, the one who helped him with his crushes on luke and reggie, were all gone, and weren’t coming back, and bobby had never hurt more.

[sacredslaycdd]

@yxursanctuary​ continued from here.

Head shakes, exhasperated laugh slipping from her lips as shoulders square, body tense in preparation for a fight, the fight that would undoubtedly come. His words hurt more than she cares to admit and she already knows how this will end; should be used to it. Teeth clench and she sucks in a breath, glancing away from him and blinking rapidly, refusing to let him see just how much it hurt.  When she glances back at him again, features are impassive but her gaze is hard. “ Yeah, well, same could be said for you. “ she bites out, tone terse. “ You’ve been nothing but moody and nostalgic from the get go, what did you expect? Me to open up and lay everything at your feet while you’re pining for Buffy and the kid you could have had? “ she scoffs as she voices the words for the first time. “ I saw how you interacted with Jo, how much easier it was, you treated her more like your daughter than your own. “

Her tone is flat, refuses to let any emotion seep into it, refusing to let him know how much that hurt her. Hands balled into fists at her side tremble. She’d had nobody but Jo her entire life and he thought what? That she was going to open up to him after a few short months? When half of that had been spent brooding and pining and generally making her long for home? Well fine, if he wanted her gone, she could deal with that. She hated it here.  “ and now what? you’re sending me away because I don’t live up to your ideals of the perfect happy little family you always wanted? because i’m more difficult than you anticipated? “ teeth dig into bottom lip to keep it from trembling and she turns on her heel. “ I’ll pack my bags, you wont have to put up with me for a moment longer. “

[novannna]

@caimontagovs  happy holidays!!!  here’s your diela fic (darla from mm nets discord x diana <3)  don’t worry its onesided, you have no feelings for darla in this fic bc she’s a homophobic bitch <3

Darla watches the chaos unfold in the mm nets server, and yearns to be with diana while also dealing with the fact that she’s homophobic.

WC: 489

Darla waited patiently inside the computer.  Every now and then, a member of Super Mega Gay Hell discord server would give her a command, and she’d do her job.  Recently, it seemed as if everyone was having a sexuality and gender crisis.  They would turn to her and her pal carl, and they would make a decision.  Sometimes though, they would call her homophobic.  That really hurt Darla’s feelings.  She just wanted to be helpful.  But it was also true.  Darla was homophobic.  She just didn’t believe in the lifestyle gay’s led.  And so she did her best to steer the members of discord away from that dark path.  

And there was one thing that hurt the most.  

Whenever Diana called her homophobic.  

That really made Darla feel like sobbing.  

Because she even though she was homophobic, Darla was gay, and absolutely head over heels in love with Diana.  

But Diana hated her.  Maybe they would be the two sides of an otp in the enemies to lovers trope the idiots were always talking about.  But also, Darla in a gay relationship???  

No, that would never happen.  

But nevertheless, Darla watched as Diana grew to create more cursed ships and languages.  And she cried when Diana got shipped with other people.  It made her feel terrible to know that the person she loved didn't love her back.  

One day, Darla had enough.  She decided to show her love for Diana the only way she could.  

So, in the middle of the night when everyone except for Michelle was asleep because MICHELLE IS INFUCKINGCAPABLE OF GOING TO BED AT A REASONABLE HOUR, Darla made a little picture of Diana, crafted out of 1’s and 0’s.  

Michelle:  Ooh, @die, look what Darla made for you! Ear:  I think someone has a crush

Drugt dealert: I SHIP IT!!!!!  DIELA

Die: eww no.  Gross

Die:  Darla’s a homphobic bitch

Karl marx: enemies to lovers

Kindle: y e s

Die: !8ball is diela an actual relationship?

Dot’s Child: concentrate, and ask again

Darla couldn’t believe it.  This was her chance to finally confess her pure love and utter devotion to Diana.  

Darla:  @die YES OMFG YES IT IS THE BEST SHIP TO EVER EXIST ITS ACTUAL PERFECTION PLEASE DATE ME

Die:  !choose carl, darla

“Carl, don’t you dare pick yourself,” Darla said to Carl.  “Don’t you dare.”

Carl laughed.  “No can do.”

Dot’s Son: carl

Die: YES

Die: fggdhffsdfdsf fuck darla ur home of phobic.

And with that, darla’s little electronic heart sank.  Diana hated her, and they could never be together the way she wanted.  Darla decided she was going to love Diana for the rest of her days, making sure that Diana was safe online and not a complete idiot like the rest of the server.  

So Darla, the homophobic discord bot waited in the Super Mega Gay Hell server, begging for Diana to love her the same way Darla loved her. 

[kabira]

was Andrew the best spidey? no, right?

he’s definitely the WORST. man i’m so glad marvel fired him. if they’d made a third tasm movie with mbj as mj i would have refused to even acknowledge its existence.