#and he's fed up with it

[itsdefinitely]

May I smooch the Wiggly. Don't care if I die. Il die happy

playing a dangerous game, there

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Soup solves everything.

[misery-has-no-company-now]

Massachusetts: Back in my day-

Maine: Shut the fuck up, it hasn't been your "day" for over three centuries now. You're practically ancient history at this point. They've found fossils younger than you. Sit down.

Louisiana: [avoids responsibility (sips daiquiri)]

[frownyalfred]

thinking about a Damian who was raised his entire life hearing how much he looks like his Father, how he's the blood son, how he's better than any other child Bruce Wayne has taken in, starting to buy into it like a kid does, only to hit puberty and turn out looking like 80% Talia.

[feralplantwife]

I wonder how off-putting it was when Wei Wuxian came back and he was in that social limbo where some people knew he was Wei Wuxian but most people thought he was still Mo Xuanyu.

Imagine some weird twink gets banished and then shows up to a party one day with completely different mannerisms hanging off the arms of the weird grump nobody really likes but everybody respects as an authority.

His grin is familiar, but doesn't fit that face quite right.

He's definitely still a little freak, but he seems to have the best handle of what's going on.

He walks like a man who has killed with his own bare hands, but surely a harmless, weak man like Mo Xuanyu hasn't killed anything more dangerous than a mosquito.

But it puts a weird anxiety in your stomach, the knowledge that something is not quite right but you have no idea what it could possibly be.

And then it turns out that like a cockroach, the Jianghu's least favorite person is back from the dead.

[dead-girl-tells-stories]

DC x DP Idea

After several years, Danny and Damian meet each other again at a gala. But there was no heartfelt reunion since the moment they led eyes on each other it was all-out war. Damian takes out a sword from somewhere and Danny just starts throwing hands.

The fighting is intense, and blood is being spilled (what are those glowing green specks?). They are screaming at each other in Arabic as it's easier to slip back to your mother tongue when in rage right? This makes the fight more personal.

Most people don't understand what they're saying but those who do look at the boys then Bruce. Bruce then back to the boys again. Like B, we know you're stupid but you fucked this person twice.... did you NOT see the red flags the SECOND TIME!?!?

The fight ends with Damian on the ground with the sword grazing his neck. He looks up to Danyal with the fear of god in his eyes, knowing that with one swift movement, he'll be dead on the dance floor. But Danny's eyes were cold and tired, they were dead. No spark, no sense of life in those chilling blue depths.

Calmly, Danny spoke to Damian. His voice was crystal clear, cool like a mountain stream.

"Just because you jumped into the fire behind me doesn't mean you felt the pain I did.  Your hand was held above the flames while I was being burnt in the fucking fire."

Damian begins to cry because he knows that Danny is right. No matter what he went through, it would never compare to what happened to his big brother. Even more so, when he feels long lanky arms wrap around him, a cool hand rubbing his back soothingly, and whispers of sweet nothingness entering his ears.

He cries because no matter what he does he will never be like his big brother.

[aliengoose]

i desperately need my moots who aren’t doctor who fans to see this PLEASE

edit: this is NOT EDITED. it may seem like a stupid fan edit but i don’t know shit about video editing. this is 100% real

[shepscapades]

Not quite

[beidak-art]

Koschpostinggggggg

[sheerakk]

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Laios's three Boy Best Friends. And yes, they hate him.

[arkarti]

Mark's adventures in the backrooms a summary

Bonus:

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[tetras-stuff]

me: are you sick of me talking about solas?

my partner: solas this, solas that. if he's so great why can't he grow hair?

me: because he's old. ancient elves can't grow hair.

my partner: who told you that? solas? i bet he did. I bet he said "ooh look at me it's because I'm so ancient and wise" and then in veilguard there will be ancient elves with luscious long hair and it will be a really awkward conversation. what then, huh?

[drizzledrawings]

They are his dads ok

[al-luviec]

Shout out to whatever this was.

[all-made-of-stardust]

I want to imagine that after all of this happened, and suddenly all Sending and Scrying and other divination magic isn't working, - somewhere out there in Exandria, Percival de Rolo just rolled up his sleeves and began to invent the fucking telephone.