#and did end up apologizing for it

[thottybrucewayne]

I think what I want to get into with the "Anyone can do harm." thing that I keep beating yall over the head with is that literally anyone, anyone at all can do harm it's not "in your DNA" to be an abuser or written in the stars that you'll be a predator. Whatever image you have of an abuser in your head, drop it and replace it with your favorite person in the world and you'll probably be closer to the truth than you realize. It's easy to address harm when it's coming from someone you already hate. I see it happen all the time. Someone you couldn't stand for no real reason does something heinous then all of a sudden here comes the avalanche of "I always knew they were a fucked up individual." No, you didn't. There is no possible way you could have known, you just already didn't fuck with them before they started doing something you could use to justify your hatred of them. I'm guilty of it too! I'm petty, mean, vindictive, and yes! I'm way quicker to believe something bad about someone I hate versus someone I love because I'm human. Still, y all gotta learn to move past that initial "Well, they were always nice to me!" gut feeling and understand that nobody truly knows anyone and anyone can be capable of anything. Even victims. Even you.

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Market based mistakes.

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[starry-songs-canvas]

Tackled for a Loop

Sorry for the lack of prompt last week, but let me tell you, getting carpet replaced is a nightmare. Anyways, onto the prompt/blorb!

<><><><><><><><><><><><><><><> Out of all the situations that Danny had imagined reuniting with his brother, he’d desperately hoped this one wasn’t it.

But, unfortunately, both of them must have scrimped out on luck when they were born.

Back to back, standing right next to a balcony over the Lazarus pits, and surrounded by dozens of murder-ninjas as dear ol’ Pah-paw fruit-loop is trying to convince them to come back to the murder-cult that had just kidnapped them.

They needed out, now.

”Cliche as it is, do you trust me Dami?”

He glances slightly and frowns at Danny.

Yeah, yeah, trusting your thought-dead-but-not-really-twin was kind of hard when you didn’t know if cloning was involved.

“Yeah, well, just don’t struggle.”

Danny then quickly football tackles (Thanks, Dash) Damian over the edge of the balcony and straight into the Lazarus pit, leaving only Gob-smacked ninjas behind.

[pineapple-frenzy]

For your post finals art request, how about something from your Zutara scars au? Maybe Zuko gently kissing the scars on Katara's hands, with Katara looking absolutely flustered.

Thanks for your consideration and time.

I love soft scar kisses so much, I hope you don’t mind that I added a touch of angst to this

I saw something recently that was like what if Zuko thinks he’s the one that burned Katara’s hands, and I really like the idea so I wanted to incorporate it into this au. So here’s a little comic about Zuko apologizing for burning Katara’s hands (which he did not) insipired by your request :>>

[moeblob]

North and Simon: (shaking hands on killing Simon potentially)

[fernsproutxx]

”GREGORY. WE MET A YEAR AGO GREGORY.”

[riktorart]

2021 - 2023

[wizardofgoodfortune]

LYTA HALL The Sandman, S01E08: Playing House dedicated to @violetoftheendless

[haveihitanerve]

Only in Gotham does Robin let out a feral scream and try to leapfrog over you when Red Robin says he’s too short.

[cacw]

threw one million thoughts together. but there's always more

[grahamcore]

if you’ve read a metric ton of fanfiction and had your memory of canon retroactively altered you may be entitled to financial compensation

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

One last devastating blow

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[yourfavoritepeanutbutter]

horrible guilty pleasure comfort thing at the moment is reading dsmp fanfics (mainly SBI hurt/comfort) 😔 and it’s just like. UGHHHHH. i miss it so bad. is it bad that i miss like. the dream smp. before everything fell apart and people were shitty. like. i lowkey would kill to experience the joy i did being 13/14 years old in 2020-early 2022 and watching those livestreams. and it’s just like. UGH.

now everyone is weird. the only ones i trust and keep up with anymore are like the ones who were literally teenagers/the age i am now during it (tommy, tubbo, ranboo) and i like keeping up with phil just bc he’s fun and seems polite.

but like. i was never into dream so when stuff came out about him i was like oh yeah fuck him. but nothing will explain the sheer dread when the stuff on wilbur came out. like. i was SOOOO into his music and lovejoy was actually really good imo, as someone who is genuinely into music and not just following along like “oo my favorite youtuber made music” like it was actually GOOD and i showed it to my dad and we tried getting tickets and i was sad i couldn’t and it’s just. what the fuck???

once again. UGH. i miss the vibes. i miss making my dramatic fanart and screaming over the average lore just because it was FUN.

i got close with some of my closest friends and even closer with already close friends by connecting over that little minecraft thing. i have a lmanburg flag folded in my closet and copious drawings of the streamers as their characters. i just miss it.

i feel like i cant find anything with the same vibe either since starting to reread the fanfics. like maybe if i start watching hermit craft? please feel free to leave suggestions!!!!!!!!!

[blmpff]

Playboyy episode 11 sneak peek

05.02.24

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watch all of our afo votes mysteriously disappear once more

[lonelychicago]

the water filled my lungs, I screamed so loud (but no one heard a thing)

buck/eddie | 6b spec fic | angst | 706 words

"Buck!" Eddie shrieks, yelling at the top of his lungs after watching it all unfold in the nightmare-ridden milliseconds. As he watches Buck fall.

The rainstorm is relentless, making the ladder wet and slippery and despite the ambulance lights and the flashlights from below— Eddie can barely see.

But Buck is hanging from the ladder truck.

Almost 100 feet in the air.

With no helmet.

The loud noise of the thunder is deafening, but still, it drifts away to the thundering of Eddie's own heart beating into his chest, roaring in his ears.

"Buck!" He screams but the blonde is unconscious, he thinks. He's hanging by his harness and dangling in the air— his body motionless.

Still—

Eddie sceams for him.

Usually, Eddie can keep his calm. He can force himself to take a step back and keep control in the midst of a crisis— He's a soldier, he's good at warzones.

But something about the clatter of Buck's helmet against the floor, something about the screams of their teammates below, something about the way Buck was basically hanging by a thread in between life and death.

Eddie loses all semblance of control and doesn't even think—

He just acts on impulse as he sprints up the ladder as fast as he can without slipping— his adrenaline pumping through his veins and kicking in full power.

Eddie is surprised by how fast he's climbing the ladder without stumbling but he doesn't stop. He can't stop.

He keeps going until he reaches Buck and grabs the man's harness, trying to pull him up.

The ladder is too slippery, the rain is too strong and Eddie ends up with his ribs digging against the steps and his arm aching from holding Buck's dead weight.

"Buck! Buck! Wake up!" Eddie screams so loud until his throat feels raw and his voice breaks. "Buck!"

Buck is unresponsive, his eyes are closed and he looks— He looks lifeless. Like every one of Eddie's worst nightmares coming to haunt him.

Eddie grunts and groans and his arms are starting to ache, but he won't give up. He won't! Because Buck never gives up, he's always fighting and pushing forward and after all these years, after all they've been through— The least Eddie can do is fight for Buck until he's able to do it himself.

The least Eddie can do, is save him.

After all the times Buck has saved him— in and out of the job.

“Buck! Come on!” Eddie begs, pleads, prays to anyone who's listening. He begs and prays for them to get out of this one alive. He grunts, as his exhausted body tries to pull Buck up. “Please!"

Eddie's entire body is clenching its muscles as he tries to pull Buck up but everytime he tries, the harness slides down more and more until it's almost slipping through his fingers. The gloves are not making anything easier but it's too late for Eddie to get them out.

Eddie is just shaking because of how fucking terrified he might drop Buck— that he might not be able to save the love of his life. That Eddie might not be strong enough this time.. Buck is heavier than he looks, and Eddie just—

His body is already hurting by the way Buck’s weight is anchoring him down so that the metal bars of the ladder dig painfully and uncomfortably against his ribs and chest.

And then—

He loses the battle.

He lets go.

"Evan!" He screams, almost a guttural and inhuman sound— like his very soul is living his body. Like his heart is falling just alongside Buck.

It is, if he's being honest.

He is powerless as he watches with horror and despair as Buck falls from the ladder and into the cold, hard pavement. As blood starts pooling from his head, the sickest shade of red tainting the street and washing away in seconds with the water.

He watches powerless as Hen and Chim make their very hardest to save Buck after Eddie failed.

He failed.

Guilt and a mix of emotions that are too strong and too overwhelming for him to decipher right now pool inside his stomach until he's dizzy and nauseous.

He failed Buck.