#Torture for the other

[maiuoart]

What would mutt and regale reaction be if they suddenly swap bodies ?

Like Regal in mutts body and vise versa

Oh my god, this got my head SPINNING and I am laughing at the thought of it!! LOL

Mutt would honestly freak out; But it isn't the fact he's got all of Regals responsibilities now, no. Is it because he feels he's shrank? Nah, he's more cuddly now... He's actually chest-size to many females, he loves it and would love to try it out if it wouldn't ruin his brothers reputation. Does question why his brother doesn't use his height to his advantage to be more seductive... But no!! It's the fact he has some secrets and he doesn't want his baby brother to know about just yet...

Regal?... Well, the height would be a bonus... Being tall has its quirks-- But the fact he feels ill without smoking, scents of sweets make him crave the subject at hand, and his lanky body is difficult to control at first? He actually hates it and he tries to find some source of familiarity by trying to get back into his old routines... But when his own body twitches for nothing yet something else entirely, well... He's finding it hard to control and realizes many things his brother is phased through daily.

The drowsiness, the sickness in his chest, his bones shake if he doesn't concentrate to still them... How certain foods will cease all his symptoms for a limited time. Regal never realized how hard his brother works to keep himself going daily. He ends up with new insight for his brother.

If it was for a limited time; Both brothers would end up closer together, finding new respect for the other they always looked down on. Regal always thought his brother was simply lazy; Not suffering silently. Mutt always thought his baby brother was too serious; But after seeing how harsh his own work force is; He sees why Regal has chosen to close up...

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Happy one year anniversary to In Stars and Time!

[khruschevshoe]

There is a conversation to be had about the fact that Taylor Swift's album is being played in its entirety across all of iHeartRadio's 868 stations, pushing out the opportunities other artists might have had to get radioplay. That's the literal definition of a monopoly. No wonder she'll hit the top of the radio play charts with this maneuver, because at least 65 minutes (if not the back side of the album, which would take it to nearly twice that length) across EIGHT HUNDRED AND SIXTY EIGHT STATIONS will be dedicated to her, artificially boosting her radio play and decreasing everyone else's. In this essay I will—

[opens-up-4-nobody]

:-P

[bertoyana]

X-MEN: FIRST CLASS (2011) dir. MATTHEW VAUGHN

+bonus. erik looking up and down at charles and charles looking smug as hell. which could mean nothing.

[kettlefire]

Not so Different. (DcxDp)

The stunned silence was louder than the rest of the gala had been. Every single pair of eyes were wide with shock, fear, and even concern. The last sound to have left the patrons was scattered gasps at the reveal.

It was meant to be simple. A new up and coming technological company had put all their savings into this. A huge gala to show of the reason the world needed their technology. Needed their help.

No one believed it. Truly, who could have? A large group of men and women dressed purely in white suits, spouting about the threats of ghosts. It was insane and impossible.

Many of the big names that attended today only came for publicity. The notoriety that came with having been there when this company crashed and burned in one night.

It's the only reason Bruce Wayne was even among the crowd. Accompanied by Oliver Queen and his own son, Dick Grayson. As much as Bruce hadn't wanted to be here, he knew his reputation was important to keep up.

That was until two agents stepped out onto a stage they had at the back of the large room. A thick curtain had kept the sight behind it completely hidden from the patrons. Until the moment was right. That was when the thick curtain had suddenly been ripped back, as a third man took a microphone and began to explain.

But his words fell on deaf ears. Especially for the three secret vigilantes in the crowd. Not a single person could tear their gaze away from the cage that now stood in full view.

It wasn't the cage that had everyone enraptured. No, it was the glowing creature curled up in the center of it. No, not a creature. It was a boy. Still baby faced and youthful. Too young to be in a cage.

A high-tech muzzle was securely wrapped tightly against the boy's mouth. His knees pulled tight to his chest, one arm wrapped around them. His other hand pressed tight against the muzzle, seeming to almost be trying to keep it in place.

The boy's toxic green eyes were wide, filled with a clear intensity of pain and terror. There were old tear stains on his cheeks, quickly being replenished with fresh tears. His messy, bright white hair fell into his face. The boy looked both like he wanted to look away, but also like he couldn't. Like he couldn't risk not seeing the threat coming.

It didn't take a genius to see the boy was in pain. Human or not, this went beyond inhumane treat. Making minds racing with thoughts of what else these people had done to the poor boy.

Bruce knew in this moment that this company had just caught the attention of Batman. Based on the look in Oliver's eyes, they also just collected the wrath of the Justice League as well. Bruce hadn't even needed to look at Dick to know he was on the same page.

It went unnoticed by any other patrons. All the focus was glued on the stage, on the lecture and caged boy. No one noticed when Bruce Wayne slipped his phone of his pocket. When he hit a singular speed dial as he turned away from the show. He brought his phone to his ear as he silently signaled his trusted allies to keep an eye on it.

[starjunkyard]

Obsessed with the degrees to which james wilson is a messy bitch. Primps and preens himself whenever he realises his boy best friend is stalking / sabotaging / psychological-warfare-ing him. Slept with his terminal patient. Immedicable people pleaser. Chronic adulterer. Three ex wives. PROPOSED TO HIS GIRLFRIEND AT SOMEONE ELSE'S WEDDING? Fuck you doin in the oncology wing my boy. Psychiatric ward is on the left corner

[morverenmaybewrites]

Imagine sliding your fingers underneath Diluc’s glove, the sensation of soft leather and your nails raking against his palm. The frown he’ll give you as he first tries to pull away, then relents, curious about what you wish to do.

Imagine your surprise when you finally manage to peel it off: they are not the hands of a rich businessman. Instead, they are the hands of a swordsman: the skin is rough and dotted with callouses.

When you turn it over, the knuckles are bruised, and when you run your thumb over the broken skin, he inhales sharply.

You apologize, contrite, and ask him if it hurts.

It takes several seconds before he answers, “No.”

It sounds like a lie, and you look at his face to look for any signs of pain. Instead, you find that he is looking at the way you cradle his hand in both yours. He is transfixed, his eyes are like burning coals.

“Where,” you ask. “Did you get these? I don’t remember any fights breaking out in the tavern lately.”

This time, Diluc doesn’t answer.

You can feel it then, it changes the air around you: the suffocating silence of a secret not shared.

Finally, you speak.

“It’s okay,” you say. “You don’t have to tell me.”

And you raise his hand to your lips to plant a kiss. RIght there, over the bruises.

And his expression changes. You’d seen it several times before, on adventurers who stumble into Mondstadt, after months spent in the wilderness: a hunger that borders on starvation.

Finally, Diluc pulls himself from your grasp, and he uses his newfound freedom to hold you to him, the warmth of his body chasing the chill away.

“Thank you,” he says. “Maybe someday soon. I’ll tell you.”

[ourstaturestouchtheskies]

Printer's ornament showing a gated cemetery – unknown artist // the 1 – Taylor Swift // loml – Taylor Swift

[rainscenes]

one thing to remember at all times is that eddie diaz loves a bit of whimsy. he takes sugar and cream in his coffee and he loves gossip and he finds little cactus toys amusing and he enjoys 80s movies and watches telenovelas with his son and he loves to snack whenever possible.

[charlie-rulerofhell]

"I don't know why you're wasting your time, Sir Bernard. Nothing will come of him anyway, and at the first sign of trouble, he'll run away like any other cowardly peasant. After all, he's done it before."

[sugarcubetikki]

why is it that whenever fictional lesbians kiss it’s like “they kissed but at what cost?!?!”

[icantdothistodaybruh]

[avicecaro]

maybe there will be a reveal that like they have something on milchick or that he’s making 17 million dollars a year or something but genuinely i hope he just enjoys this. this is his skill and this is the one (1) job in which he can put it to use. he clocks in every day to middle manage the torment nexus and suffers more than christ but at the end of each day he finds that the torment nexus has a certain je ne sais quoi

[seasononesam]

4x11 // 9x16

Both tires slashed. Demon mitts all over my baby.

[doctorwhommm]

tfw you shoot your boss but he comes back to life so you organise an impromptu mutiny against your him which leads to you accidentally bringing about the literal biblical apocalypse which is only stopped by your immortal boss dying for good this time but psych he actually comes back to life AGAIN and then immediately runs away whilst you’re on a coffee run and you don’t hear from him until a few months later when he’s suddenly a wanted terrorist on the news with his toxic ex and some random junior doctor