#Whu Are They The Way That They Are

[captain-shortyyy]

Hey! so i actually can’t be normal about anything! because of this i spent a good chunk of my night doodling vat7k.

bone apple teeth or whatever they say.

[lemon-russ]

I am once again plauged with Cato Thoughts (tm)

I love sad beard era Cato. Victrix Guard Cato is such a good capstone to his long character arc. I love that he goes from brash reckless ass to learning to take a step back and maturing.

But I just can't write anything fun with sad mature Cato 🫠 That's why when I write him he's pre-warp asshole Cato, much more fun for me to use like a punching bag ✨️

Mature Cato being sent to guard a diplomat? Firstly he's victrix captain so he's like, never supposed to leave Guilliman's side I'm pretty sure, so already hard to put him in Situations (tm), but also he'd be mature about things. Probably avoids his feelings because he's less about getting what he wants all the time. Does not want to dissapoint Guilliman by messing up more. There's a really good story in there that I am too slapstick and silly to write 😔

I can only write heartbreaking tragedy and slapstick romcom, so until i cure my silly little jester disease I can only manage beardless Cato, the asshole who flipped off Aggeman (metaphorically) after getting A Lot of people killed and ran around a ship nude for an hour.

I do have sad cato x OC fics but tbh I don't count my OC fics as more than self indulgence and that one is focused a lot more on my dumpster fire OC, Sad Cato is kinda a foil to her poor choices cause it's fun to uno-reverse Cato into being the one holding the leash ✨️

[mystic-lumber]

TW: minor cut

I have received an owie, can someone lick it better please?🥺

Edit: Tumblr removed the image (it was not that bad) and I’m keeping it up, this is so fucking funny

[devilbombers]

im really finding out just recently i dont know how much i care abt something until i see ppl be completely wrong about it lmao.

That being said im attending one of my friends bday parties this evening and the dress theme is "dark academia"

I actually really love fashion so tiktok fashion styles drive me fucking insane bc its so fucking nothing and i cannot for the life of me wrap my head around why anyone deliberately tries to fit a trendy style. But bc i like my friend I will say nothing and attempt to wear something in this vein despite all of my disgust.

Dark academia has to be somewhere high up in my top flop styles to ever exist. From my research it's literally just ppl roleplaying essentially harry potter or just a loser nerd stereotype? To add insult to injury I REALLY dont know why its called dark academia if most of the colorways people use is brown or beige WHERE DOES THE DARK PART COME FROM??????? im so fucking confused

[r0zzk1ll]

i officially finished the whole tng series yesterdy i am so sad (watched nemesis) (i could've rewritten that entire thing and made daforge officially canon) (b4 could've played a better role instead of whatever the fuck happened)

my live reaction after watching That movie

[robinsnest2111]

suddenly super self conscious and hyper aware of the fact I use The Exact Same Script for Every Single Customer and I fear it's very awkward and stilted and robotic, esp. if it's a larger group of people all ordering separately but going into one movie together oops

like all my coworkers can do lighthearted and off the cuff banter no problem and mix up their scripts to keep it fresh and authentic, but I am just stuck with My One Script and cannot deviate from that lest I mess up the order and get tongue-tied 😭

how do they do it?????

[ge]

OK!!!! i just found out that tang bo heavily modified his martial arts for chung myung so he could protect him better, all while chung myung himself was unaware. peepaw only found out a 100 years later and thought he always realized everything too late... taking into account how in the tang arc chung myung said that he knew tang bo's martial arts as well as he did mount huas... what da hale was up with these boy bestfriends...? were they insane...?

sry for being mentally ill about tangchung in your asks. as u can see its brutal out here

i woke uo earlier, read this ask and then had to go back to sleep bc it was just tew much…

ive CLEARLY never lost as many important people to me like chung myung has ofc so i obviously wouldnt understand the level of grief, survivors guilt, etc etc he would feel having been reborn into a world without them but even with my narrow grasp of the ideation i honestly cannot imagine losing someone so intrinsically intertwined with my existence, someone who has made alterations in their own life just to fit better into mine, someone who despite all my rejection of advances would still chase after me to get to know and befriend me… someone who wants nothing more than to be my one and only

there is just smth about chung myung being unaware of the effect hes had on people and then learning about it in post and realizing/remembering all the things hes lost and will never get back… (SMILES LIKE A CRAZY PERSON)

[wormcanines]

why does it look like theyre gonna kill me

[squeiky]

How was the meal Shadow

[al3xandriaaaa]

What do I do?

[rottenrottweiler]

Insane. Supernatural is unfathomably tragic. But I hardly cry while watching it. Today I was watching Encanto again while babysitting and I was full on crying??? What

[29121996]

losing mu shit in tje smoking area of tuesday bc im drunk n feeling good n emo music was mentioned (specifically sws i cant b chill abt tbat). and the teo of them pausung their conversation yo fucking watch and listen to me feels humiliating.

[senseiwu]

hhhh i think I've shaken a few times tonight/this morning already...

[cinnabeat]

also i really want to know what the color coded discovery notes mean...

[kitchen-spoon]

Thinking about Steve and Eddie when they first get together. Steve worries because they are so different and is afraid Eddie will think he is boring. He throws himself into all of Eddies interests and hobbies and one day it all boils over.

Steve knew he was going to get a migraine that day the minute he woke up. He could feel it in the way his jaw was clenched and his head was already aching. But tonight was important, Eddie had a gig at the hideout and he had to be there. He’d listened to Eddie give passionate grandiose speeches about becoming famous one day and how music was his passion, his life. So Steve popped an ibuprofen drank and extra glass of water and went to work.

Keith wasn’t in so he kept the lights off in the store as long as the sun allowed him, then wore sunglasses as he vacuumed under the flickering florescent lights. By the time he clocked out his head was pounding and he could feel his pulse in his sinuses. But he just took another ibuprofen, kept the sunglasses on and drove to the hideout.

By the time he made it Corroded coffin was 10 minutes away from starting so he had no chance to see Eddie. Instead he tucked himself away in a booth at the back of the bar with a water. He took the few minutes he had to pop in some earplugs and rest his eyes, praying and hoping to all hope he could just make it through Eddie’s set.

When the bands name was called Steve’s eyes popped open. He was greeted with aura’s all around wherever he looked no matter how hard he tried to blink them away. He tried giving his head a shake and immediately regretted it, slumping down in the booth and clutching his hair as he waited for the pain to reverberate its way through his skull.

He just needed to make it through Eddie’s set then he could go home and lay in the dark, sleep it off. He couldn’t disappoint Eddie he had to be there. He clutched the table and he forced himself up and out of the booth, using chairs for balance as he stumbled his way as far into the crowd as he could. Each bump against him sent shocks of pain bouncing through his head but he kept going as far as his feet would take him, finally stopping when he his steps stuttered and he couldn’t catch his breath anymore.

And after all that what did it was the first tap of Eddie’s finger against the mic sending ear splitting feedback through the speakers. Steve crumpled like his strings had been cut, his knees slamming against the sticky bar floor as he went down.

The next thing Steve knows he’s laying on a couch, someones hands are in his hair massaging his scalp and all the lights are off.

“Whu?” He makes to get up but the hands in his fair stop him, along with a familiar voice.

“Lay back down baby.” Eddie spoke softly, and he coaxed Steve into laying back down. “You went down pretty hard and its going to hit you soon”

“M’sorry.” Steve mumbled feeling his face go hot. “Please tell me you at least played?”

“Oh god no, the minute you went down I hopped off that stage and hauled you back here, I could tell what it was from the sunglasses and earplugs.” Eddie kept his voice gentle and his fingers continued to move, migrating down to Steve’s temples.

This was horrible Steve had ruined it all, he could feel the tears begin to sting his eyes. “God I’m so sorry.” Steve sat up, resisting Eddie’s gentle attempts to lay him back down. “I- please.” His voice broke, his hands flew up into his hair right where’s Eddie’s had been but his grip was much less soothing. “Please I swear I didn’t mean to. I can make it through concerts and shows, I don’t even get migraines all that often.” He began to plead, his eyes wild as they leaked tears, straining to make out Eddie’s face in the limited light from a crack in the door. “Just please don’t dump me, I swear this just it was bad timing on my part. Please don’t dump me Eddie.” Steve’s sobbing was adding to his headache but he was too far past it all to care, the sinking feeling of his heart in his stomach was more prevalent anyways.

Even in the limited light of the room Steve could see Eddie’s brows furrowing. He opened his mouth again, ready to beg and plead some more but one of Eddie’s hands coming up and gently cupping his face stopped him in his tracks. His mouth snapping shut when Eddie’s thumb reached up to wipe his tears away.

“Honey you need to slow down, and breathe.” Eddie instructed calmly, his free hand coming up to rest against Steve’s chest. “Nobody is leaving nobody so breathe for me okay?”

Steve followed the movements of Eddie’s shaded body , sinking the flex and release of his ribs and stomach to the outline of Eddie’s.

“I’m sorry.” Steve whispered again once his heart was no longer racing and he could breathe on his own again. He couldn’t meet Eddie’s eyes though, and only did when a warm calloused finger tipped it up.

“You have nothing to apologize for baby, why don’t you tell me why you’re so worried about me dumping you though?” Eddie’s head tilted, his hands roaming up and down Steve’s arms slowly.

“We’re just so different and I’m so scared you’re gonna wake up one day and realize you could be so much happier with someone more like you. So I started getting into all your hobbies to show you I can be interesting too.” Steve felt stupid now that he had to admit it out loud.

“Oh baby, I like that we are so different. You don’t have to be anyone but who you are, because thats the Steve that I like. And for the record I’d never be upset at you missing a show for Migraine by the way.” Eddie ducked his head to the side to catch Steve’s eyes.

“But music is so important to you, it’s your passion!” Steve tried to protest.

But Eddie shook his head, his hands migrating up to cradle Steve’s face. “Yes but, Stevie baby hear me when I say this; I love you, I would never ask you to hurt yourself for me, that’s incredibly selfish thats not what love is.”

“I- really, your sure its okay I won’t always be able to come? Even when you’re rich and famous?” Steve questioned his heart still not believing it.

“Of course honey! If anything all the money I make being rich and famous will be used to spoil you anyway. I’ll get you any and all help for your migraines too. We are a team baby.” Eddie pulled Steve into his chest.

Steve instantly melted into the embrace, clutching at Eddie’s clothes and he rocked the two of them, one hand back in Steve’s hair to try and distract from the migraine.

[anditwasallyela]

You know how Jason is the unemployed friend of DC? Yeah, I love that. Full-heartedly.

But I raise you this: him actually having a job; but they're weird (sometimes illegal), and he only does them for like a week MAX.

One day he's an assassin. Next, he's a resurrectionist (basically body snatchers, who like, dig up old graves to get the bodies to either sell them to science or to bury again, Jason was trying out exposure therapy). And somehow, he becomes a zookeeper (The family only knew once they took Damian to the zoo and got jumpscared. The job only lasted two days before he ditched.)

The sheer length of his job range could take ten laps around the earth, and nobody knows how he's getting them.

Tim (on an undercover mission in a Metropolis library): Hello sir, do you know where the computers a-

Tim:

Jason:

Tim: What the fuck are you doing here.

Jason: I'm a librarian.

Tim: Wha- since when-

Jason: Like... 4 hours ago.

Tim:

This man has way too much free time, he might not need the money, but he needs the entertainment. Like- you're telling me that as a full time vigilante/crime lord, he wouldn't pull shit like this? Uh huh. Sure, bud. But the DC i live in stands for Disregard Canon.

Also, bonus:

Damian: I am severely concerned with the three of you's education.

Bruce (med school dropout):

Dick (college dropout):

Tim (high school dropout):

Tim *points to Jason*: hang on- what about him???

Jason: Whu? Oh, nah, i got my GED and spedran my degree after that whole Crime Lord spat.

Bruce:

Dick (secretly very proud):

Tim:

Damian: See? If a man whose been legally dead for 4 years can do it, then why can't you?