#and he keeps getting the worst

[robinsunrest]

Grover Underwood, you will always be famous 💚

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

News spreads fast.

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[honeybard]

if there's one thing about Lou Wilson it's that he goes above and beyond when given the option to sabotage himself and his party

[starry-bi-sky]

on a completely separate note; shizun luo binghe with a disciple shen yuan who fell into the abyss??? *thinks about LBH canonically stealing SQQ's corpse for 5 years* he'd hallucinate i think. like, like visual and audial hallucinations.

Keeps thinking he's seeing SQQ in the corner of his eyes, or wandering between the trees, amongst a group of disciples. Thinks he hears him calling for him, but its just the wind or another disciple.

Gets Xiu Ya reforged but patently fucking refuses to make a sword mound. Because his disciple Is Not Dead :))) There was No Body. He's Not Dead. And If You keep Insisting That He Is, He's Gonna Skewer You :). He's holding onto Xiu Ya so he can return his most favored disciple's sword when he returns. It's on his hip right next to Zheng Yang where it's supposed to be.

Also this motherfucker?? does not sleep btw. He has the image of SQQ, wide eyed and hysterical and standing at the mouth of the abyss burned into his fucking eyelids. Can't use the dreamscape to escape it either because he keeps trying to save him and either he does and it's an incredibly cruel trick to wake up to, or he doesn't and he gets his heart broken in several different pieces again.

There is no convincing this man that Shen Qingqiu is dead. Absolutely nothing at all. He is buried so deep in denial that moles would be jealous of how deep he is. He keeps making tea for two in the bamboo house only to remember that it's just him. SQQ's fans are hiding everywhere, little reminders of his presence. He goes to wake up SQQ on the mornings he sleeps in-- only to find the room empty.

[demaparbat-hp]

No war au: first time meeting each other at a diplomatic event. zuko, crown prince of the fire nation kisses the hand of katara chief of the southern water tribe.

Beyond diplomacy.

[buckyscap]

this part always gets me giggling kicking my feet twirling my hair. when wade kept asking about logan's suit saying he just wanted to bond, logan said "well then talk about something else"

he's practically showing us he's not against talking to wade at all, unlike how he wants us to believe by being so grumpy and telling him to stfu all the time.... that scene really got me going "aw he wants to bond? 🥺" in the theatre

[cuntyvicodin]

bitches don’t even say “bless you” these days they just stare at you like this

[thebrainrotsreal]

EVIL MARK, EVIL MARK, EVIL MARK!!! I want to be coherent about this season but please picture me foaming at the mouth and running on the walls. S2 being what if Mark's just like his Dad? Insanity. I love this show. Anyways, AU where an Evil!Mark tries to make Our!Mark worse, and Our!Mark tries to make the other better. Something something confronting your idea of the worst version of oneself. Plus, tweaked black and yellow costume because I saw it and immediately went murder hornet lookin' ass and knew I had to draw it. Evil ass Mark. Horrible. I think he should be dragged kicking and screaming into redemption.

[usertoxicyaoi]

"There's no need to ask about this question. I know best whether I like him or not. But, I can't. He's my ge."

THE ON1Y ONE (2024). EPISODE TWELVE.

[f1-stuff]

Mexican GP '24 // Pole Sitter

"Normally, Mexico...because of how slippery it is, you always have the feeling like you never put a lap together. But today, I definitely put two really good laps... Even a good launch is sometimes not enough in Mexico, so- I'm also realistic and knowing that tomorrow anything can happen into Turn 1. At the same time, I have less to lose than everyone around me, and I'm gonna do the best I can to keep that P1 into Turn 1-2-3, and then lead from there."

[froody]

is it sitting on someone’s bookshelf somewhere, that is the real question…

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Good morning, Sleepyhead.

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[farshootergotme]

Been reading one of the Nightwing comics... And hit a part in Dick's narration.

Dick is thinking about how a plan must be precise, and remembering advice from an older performer at his circus.

A performer whose shtick included diving thirty feet or so off a platform into a bucket of water - somehow, that could be pulled off by calculating the just right degree of angle when you hit it.

Dick is thinking about it in connection of the precision needed, and we're thinking, okay, it's a nice circus memory, brings home Dick started learning before joining Bruce... and then he says

"I was there on the day he miscalculated the angle - just by a degree or so. And broke his neck"

Teeny Tiny Dick, less than eight years old, had to watch a friend die a gruesome death on his routine job. Long before his parents died. Long before he was Robin.

Like, no freaking wonder Dick didn't hesitate to go out to fight psychos as Robin - kid was already used to death being part of your job...

Man. I think I need a moment.

Gosh- Dick, darling, you need serious therapy.

[om-rambles]

"You are a gross smelly otaku."

Levi was stunned at your words, he knew he was but- weren't you supposed to comfort him? You were supposed to love him- to see him as anything but that. Was he wrong to hope for a love like those in the mangas he read? Maybe he truly was doomed to be alone, maybe he really was a good-for-nothing shut-in, maybe he didn't deserve you. But he wanted you! He wanted you so badly; you've indulged him before, couldn't you indulge him again?

You sat in front of him on the floor, watching in real time as the words you said sunk in. It's as if time froze, the only indication it hadn't being the soft buzz of the aquarium and quiet music of the paused video game you'd been playing. You knew they weren't the words he wanted to hear, but they were the words he needed to hear. After a minute or two, you slowly took his hand in yours, only then did he meet your eyes once more.

"Levi," you spoke quietly, "I'm not going to lie to you anymore." He felt his heart sink. He didn't want to hear the truth; his eyes watered as he spiraled once again. He didn't care if you didn't love him- why would you? All he wanted was for you to pretend, let him believe you loved him and in return he'd give you the world. "Levi, you are flawed." Your words were muffled under the ones spinning in his head. "But I still love you."

Love was what broke him out of his dismay. He looked at you again, truly looked at you, and he saw nothing in your eyes but complete love and admiration. You spoke up one final time. "Levi, denying your flaws is denying you. You're not perfect- you never will be- and I don't care. I love you, Levi, flaws and all."

[fumifooms]

What if we were both magic prodigies and it otherized us in different ways and we devoted ourselves to protecting a family member who has general other goals & priorities. What if we both did self-sacrifical devotion in opposite ways.

What if we were dark mirrors of each other and where I've grown overcontrolling you've grown complacent. What if, bought as a servant into a pretty loving home, ownership and control is what love looks like to me, and to you neglected and lonely growing up, love is gratefully taking any scraps of it you’re lent.

By belonging to someone, even if she comes back injured or fails at finding Delgal, she feels like she belongs and is cherished, by owning someone he feels safe in them not leaving him.

She’s what’s tethering him do you see… And he’s the only thing giving her direction and purpose in her state. She needs a compass and he needs a support.

They’re both so out of it 😭 It’s the weirdly intense and unearned mutual trust and reliance on each other?? They’re each other’s weird little comfort codependent teddy bear. Or at least they were headed towards that before SHE DIED THEN HE DIED THEN THEY BOTH FORGOT ABOUT EACH OTHER AND NEVER MET EVER AGAIN. Though she’s also the guard attack hound keeping him safe… And vice versa he heals her and can rewrite her very being with just one wave of his hand. They’re both so so mentally and physically vulnerable both but they cling onto each other. They can’t perceive things accurately but despite it all someway somehow they stumble into something closer to resembling companionship just before they both die. Falin is just that kind and Thistle is just that lonely. Overworked. We both haven’t lived for ourselves in a very long time, haven’t we.

They both have a similar devotion to the people they love but again the difference is that Thistle starts overtsepping while Falin is self-effacing. The other difference between them is that people care about Falin <3 People have given up on Thistle long ago, and he has given people reasons to, while people refuse to give up on Falin. Yaad has a mini arc about it dw about it it’s ok he’s not all alone in the end 😭😭 He reached out for Marcille’s hand but they already all wanted to help him, they just had to be given the chance to, Yaad just had to be given the chance to, it’s okay I’m okay

Hey what if we learned to get in touch with our own identity and the world around us and living in the present again through being in the worst codependent situationship ever.

Falin and Thistle sitting in a tree, sucking on flowers together because they’re h-u-n-g-r-y 💕💕💕

I bet he’s only ever thought of flowers as useless ornaments. Weak weeds. But she shows him they’re tasty and useful and good and pretty in their own right too and deserve existing without proving their worth and waaa <33 Thistles…... Did you know thistles taste sweet if you remove the thorns and eat them?

"Even as a chimera, her kind nature remains" you can’t suppress her in the way that matters. You can’t soothe him in the way that matters. It’s doomed. You’re doomed. It’s all doomed. Save me.

[dol-dee]

He's lucky he caught her on an off day

based on this scene that I recently got ingame. I couldn't get Dee's reaction out of my head :D