#and i get nothing in return

[yet-another-autism-blog]

Been talking with my therapist and slowly coming to terms with the fact that it might actually be impossible for me to form a close relationship with another person

[hayden-christensen]

HAYDEN CHRISTENSEN AND ARIANA GREENBLATT Behind the scenes of 'Ahsoka - Part Five: Shadow Warrior' (2023) Path of the Apprentice featurette

[prlssprfctn]

No matter if you choose to consider that Jason had the worst time ever in the League of Assassins or that, quite opposite, it was more or less okay, I think we all should unite and agree that Jason would be Ra's bane of existence. This boy is a brat. A certificated one, even. He is not an easy boy to handle, never and ever.

Ra's, after locking Jason up away from the society for a few days: Now. Do you realise what I am trying to say to you? You should focus on your studies. On your trainings. Forget about easy, normal life, about teenage shenanigans. Find peace. Throw unnecessary thoughts away.

Jason, yawning: Yeah, okay. Sure.

Ra's waking up in the 5am because someone is blasting NSYNC's Bye Bye Bye on the whole castle: Talia. What is this?

Talia, shrugging: Jason found old music speakers. He says he is... focusing like this. Just like you advised him to.

Ra's with his eye twitching: Is. he. Now.

Ra's: (accidentally trips on his cloak)

One of the Assassins, in their local comms: Chat, clip that

Ra's, frowning: What is that? What had you said? What is this nonsense?

Assasin: Uh, general had taught us—

Ra's: STOP LISTENING TO HIM, FOR GOD'S SAKE

Ra's: Talia, we need to send the boy to All-Caste. I think he needs some time away. From us. From me. Specifically.

(A certain amount time later)

Ra's, sighing in relief: Finally, peace—

Jason, spawning behind his back: Hi.

Ra's, groaning: YOU WEREN'T SUPPOSED TO SURVIVE THE CLEANSING CEREMONY, OH MY GOD

Jason: Wanna check All Blade? It is kinda cool.

Ra's, pausing: ...Yeah.

Ra's farewelling Jason, who returns to Gotham: I have nothing to wish upon you. Be as annoying to Batman as you were to me.

Jason, smirking: Aw-w, I barely unleashed my annoyingness with you, Ra's. Bruce is going to suffer more.

Ra's: ...Good.

Ra's, closing the door behind him: Barricade the castle. Set bombs. I DON'T WANT TO SEE HIM HERE EVER AGAIN!!!

Also Ra's a half of a year later, watching footage of Jason terrorising everyone's life in Gotham, with tears in his eyes: That's my grandson. I am so proud of him.

Talia, raising her eyebrows: You tried to drown him in the Lazarus Pit. Twice.

Ra's: Shhh.

Talia: Then I'll invite him on holidays this year.

Ra's: NO.

[hotcinnamonsunset]

🎣lure me in, baby!

[letsplaythermalnuclearwar]

Homer!Odysseus and Epic!Odysseus would try to kill each other if they ever met

[dukeofthomas]

I find the fact that the confrontation at the end of UTRH is often summarized as Jason asking Bruce to kill the Joker for him fascinating.

Because that's not what happened.

Jason holds a gun up to Joker's head, gives Bruce another, and tells him that if Bruce doesn't do something (shoot Jason), he will kill Joker.

Jason doesn't give the gun to Bruce so that he would shoot Joker. He isn't expecting Bruce to pull the trigger on the clown. He's asking Bruce to do nothing. To be inactive. Because that will still be a choice, and despite having done nothing, everybody clearly agrees that Bruce would still, at least in part, be responsible for Joker's death.

...And to me, this moment is a kind of- microcosm, of the rest of Jason's point. Because after being captured and carted off to Arkham, the villain will escape again, and will kill more people. The only way to truly prevent that from happening would be to kill them; Bruce refuses to do so, and I respect his right to choose such a thing for himself, but it is still a choice, and if we agree that Bruce's inaction during the confrontation would leave him at least partly responsible for the Joker's death, then we must also agree that his inaction in permanently preventing the Rogues from killing more people means he is also, partly, responsible for all of those deaths.

[srapsodia]

*arrives at the party a decade late* wow have you guys heard of this manga called haikyuu!! ? it's really good y'all should read it!

[handweavers]

ive said this before but it's hard being an lgbt malaysian and listening to western lgbt people freak out over things that have been our reality the entire time. i've had to come to terms with the fact that i'll likely never be able to legally transition in malaysia, will never be able to change my name or gender on documents and it will probably remain illegal for me to use public bathrooms, seek medical care, exist in public, do literally anything as a trans person there for the rest of my life. i am not happy about this and i am luckier than most having the ability to medically transition in canada but i'm always hyperaware that this can be taken away from me at any moment (and is likely to in the near future with the slow death of liberalism in canada as well), that whenever i return i'm at risk of imprisonment if i'm caught by the wrong person, and i know the reality of what life is like for people back home who do not have the privileges i do. but the thing is that even in malaysia trans people use the bathroom and exist in public and have jobs and fall in love and see the doctor and it is possible to carve out a life that is not wholly built upon despair. it's really really fucking hard and scary but we do it anyway because we have to. so it's just really hard to stomach white people in like california freaking out like it's impossible to live in these circumstances or no one else could possibly understand, sorry

[copypastus]

Last one of my Tamlin + Archerons series I didn't get to finish for @tamlinweek

I tried to think of a situation where they'd be civil with each other post acowar, but my heart kept pushing me towards cold passive-agression.

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

+3 friendship with Jin Ling: He actively tries to dissuade you from further embroiling yourself in the homosexual allegations.

[First] Prev <–-> Next

[casualavocados]

How's that possible? Since when did you start eating spicy food? I told you I'd do it for real next time. ...Don't touch me, or—I'll kill you!

KISEKI: DEAR TO ME Ep. 12

[ilynpilled]

jaime turning women down constantly more bc he is very monogamous and in love with someone else right now for the first time and is also kinda scared of actually having sex with someone other than cersei is sm better to me than “i respect the kg vows of chastity so intensely rn actually because i changed into a good and serious person” or whatever lol

[ceruark]

it's better to burn than to be replaced (pt. 1/2)

synopsis: yandere! alexis ness x reader who is kinda into it (just him… for now) words: 930 cw: general yandere themes - stalking, obsessive behavior. implied nsfw, but no smut. MDNI. notes: implied one-sided kainess. a/n: happy birthday to my babygirl

alexis ness, who finds you after kaiser transfers to re al.

at the time, you’d both told yourselves it would be a one-time fling; just a way for you to destress after exams or work or whatever is plaguing you lately, and just something to distract him from the hollowness in his chest, the aching pain from losing the person he’d held at the center of his universe for countless years. all things considered, it’s a good deal for both of you— he’s always eager to please, and you have a tendency to be more than just a bit affectionate during sex (even if it is only supposed to be just one night), and so you both leave that hotel room the next morning feeling satisfied.

it’s… nice, he thinks, to have been able to fall asleep and cuddle with someone after being intimate with them. to wake up and feel someone holding him back, to be met with a smiling face (even if you are just being polite and trying not to make things awkward). it’s nice to share a meal with someone, to have someone compliment him on his feats in his career, and even go as far as to ask about his life outside of football. (even if it's all just in the name of small talk— you’re not actually into him, it’s just a one-time thing, he knows. he knows.)

it’s so nice that, against your previously agreed upon terms and his better judgment, he asks to see you again. and again. and one more time after that— this is the last time, he swears. he always swears it is— but every time you hold him tenderly, kiss him gently, make sure he’s also being satisfied and not just using him for your own pleasure, he feels his resolve rapidly unravel between your fingertips, burning hot where they trail along his skin.

and yet, you agree. time and again, you agree to meet up with alexis, until it becomes part of your weekly routine to spend friday nights in bed with him and saturday mornings working through the long list of breakfast spots around munich you’ve been meaning to try for months now. at some point, he stops asking if he can see you again, and instead moves on to asking if it’s going to be at your place or his.

at some point, when he wasn’t paying attention, that feverish feeling settled beneath his skin again. it’s something he hasn’t felt in months— something kaiser had taken with him when he left. gone is the dull ache within his chest, now replaced by the desperate need to know where you are, what you’re up to, who you’re thinking about. (him, right? are you thinking about him at least half as much as he’s thinking about you?)

it’s decidedly worse this time, worse than whatever infatuation he had with kaiser that said man was exploiting every step of the way. it’s worse because you actually accept his admiration and affection— and what’s more, you return it tenfold, reciprocate his love and make him feel lighter than he’s ever felt in his life. you’re finally giving it to him, this thing that he’s craved for so long, and that’s probably why he clings to you so tightly, his embrace always a little too tight, somewhere near suffocating.

but you’re not stupid. no, you noticed early on in your arrangement that personal belongings of yours started to vanish soon after the first few times you allowed alexis to spend the night at your place. you know the weight of his gaze on your shoulders all too well, for it’s there any time he’s not maintaining the rigorous routine of a professional football player, at times you know he shouldn’t be anywhere near you. you’ve poked at his phone while he was in the bathroom, and you’ve seen the thousands of photos of you stored in a locked folder on his phone, with your birthday as the passcode.

but you can’t help the flattery you feel from it, the thrill you get from knowing his obsession with you knows no bounds. you’re definitely messed up in your own right for being so into it, for not minding the twisted attention he gives you, but you think it’s fine. it’ll be alright, because you genuinely do love and care for him, and you’re not planning on getting rid of him anytime soon.

it’s bliss, and after five months, as you lay in his arms on yet another saturday morning, you sleepily ask him if he wants to make this thing between you two official. five months soon turn into nine, then into a year, and before he knows it, your three year anniversary is on the horizon. thankfully, it’s about two weeks after the season ends, so he’s guaranteed the time off. he’s planned a nice trip to italy for the two of you, and he thinks the ring box tucked away in his desk drawer will make a nice end to it.

he’s been on cloud nine with you the past few years, experiencing life in a way he never has before. if it wasn’t normal for him now, he would think it all too good to be true— sometimes, he still worries it is, but then he returns to your shared apartment and gets to melt in your waiting arms after practice, and he knows he’s being anxious over nothing. this perfect, precious thing he’s found is real and it’s his, and nothing could possibly ruin it.

…right?

[rata-novus]

feels like everyone on reddit is clowning on cobel for laying on her mother's death bed, breathing through her breathing tube and sobbing like i'm sorry but regressing when visiting the place your loved one died (likely for the first time since their death!) when you couldnt be there, as a child no less, breathing their last air, feeling the constriction of the tube as they did in their last moments. i'm sorry but the bitches who get it get it that shit was devastating

[candyheartedchy]

It’s been 4 days since I drew any of my self ships.

[gingermintpepper]

There are many things people expect from one called 'God of Blood'. Always, the first thought is the blood of war, the blood of violence, the blood of the weak shed for the goals of the strong. Ares doesn't think of the blood of battle at all. When he thinks of blood, he envisions the many tied knots of blood bonds and bonds forged in the blood of battle. Blood sons and blood daughters, blood brothers and battle sisters, blood oaths and blood vengeance - he watches over them all and keeps close each one of these bonds.

One cannot begrudge his displeasure then when he realises he cannot tell Leto's offspring apart just by looking at them.

It was easier when it was just Artemis. Dark hair curled about her shoulders, a fierce mien whenever Father summons her to the mountain, a scattering of bones and blood shed whenever she was disturbed; the eldest child of Leto was a wild thing, sharp toothed with sharper claws always at the ready. There's whispers of her being a twin, of her other half being made to crawl on their belly as penance for their sin of god-slaying but Ares pays it little mind. What twins look alike among their number? Even dog litters are born distinct with all their unique markings inlaid in their fur. Artemis' twin too would be much more than their sister's mirror image.

Pouring over his list now, he wishes anything about Phoebus Apollo was that simple.

Mirror image did not begin to describe it. The twins were the same height, the same build, had the same colour and texture hair, ate the same raw food and drank the same amount of nectar. There was no difference in how they dressed, no difference in the company they kept, no variance in the weapons they used. There are some days Ares still cannot believe Phoebus will grow into a man and not some nymph with the way his ears have that slender point. He watches them now, sitting together beneath a shady palm and stringing their bows in an uncanny unison and curses because he still cannot tell them apart. What use is his skill in knowing blood when they both have the same damn blood running through their veins? What bond is there to sense when they are tied so tightly together, Ares can scarcely tell brother from sister?

He sighs. Unadorned and completely alone, the only way to know who is who is to speak to them. He'll have to find more ways to tell them apart from a distance. Surely they cannot stay this similar all the rest of their immortal lives.