#and of course it’s drugged.

[eye-of-yelough]

i am on a ROLL with the posting today

Evil Gort moment. thinking about him deciding Tae’s safeword and. of course. making it a word he would never want to say. “Compromise”, he’d call it. and he would immediately stop if he did safeword because just hearing that break in Aeryn’s resolve would fucking elate him. and he’d be oh so sickeningly sweet after. all gentle praise and fake apologies 🥰

​If there is one aspect of Gortash’s uhh. whole deal with Aeryn that I had to pick as my favourite it’s his sickening sweetness. Like honey and lemon when you have a cold but you got the ratios wrong and it’s disgusting. but you drink it all down anyway for momentary relief….

[thankstothe]

The most suspicious man alive offers you a cup of coffee, do you accept?

[kizzer55555]

Welcome to the Restraint! (Restaurant)

Imagine Danny runs to Gotham and starts squatting in an abandoned old building in Crime Alley. Slowly putting some ecto into the place to claim it as his haunt (while recovering from the sudden loss of his old one). And he does the normal stuff to survive. Finds some odd jobs, often as a messenger, and is just surviving. Another thing he does is make his own food. It’s cheaper than takeout and he’s gotten pretty good at cooking (out of necessity instead of eating sentient hotdogs). Then he ends up accidentally taking in some street kids. Or more like they follow him home. He can’t just turn them away so he makes a meal for them and lets them stay the night then sends them on their way. And then it happens again. And again. And ok, so maybe he saved a girl from getting molested. And that older guy from getting his only good blanket stolen. And sure, maybe letting that poor pizza delivery guy rant was unnecessary but he looked like he was having a bad day ok? Pretty sure that kid with the scar is a meta too but…he needed a place to stay a few nights alright? It’s not like any of them stay permanently. Danny’s started picking up a few more odd jobs to pay for all the extra food he’s had to buy. Always keeping his place stocked. At least he doesn’t have to pay for water and a fridge, he just makes some ice (or melts it). Sure the water is cold, but it’s probbaly the cleanest water in Gotham. And then some of the people start paying. Like…actually paying in exchange for food. Not sure if it’s because of guilt or pity but Danny won’t look a gift horse in the mouth. And with all the money, he hasn’t had to take as many dangerous jobs. Soon, his little abandoned apartment became what’s essentially the closest thing to a legitimate restaurant in Crime Alley.

It didn’t look normal. The chairs and tables were more like old couches and stools pulled up to coffee tables and cabinets turned on their side. Although with the bulling becoming more like Danny’s haunt, the walls naturally started repairing themselves so at least it didn’t look like it was gonna collapse anymore. And ok…so Danny might have rescued a few feral kids who…weirdly have gold eyes. And possibly stopped a meta trafficking ring on accident. And look, these people didn’t have anywhere to go! And the apartment did have empty rooms. It was already known as a place someone could crash for the night (last winter the entire place was cramped with people. Danny had to break up multiple fights but they usually calmed down when he got there.)

One benefit from controlling a haunt is controlling the temperature inside so it was one of the only buildings with ‘heat’. But back to his…strays. So yeah…most didn’t seem like they could rejoin society…so he let them stay. And…they kind of became employees? Impromptu bodyguards? (Some of the golden eyed people almost felt like he was rangling feral ghosts again.) they came in all ages. A few kids, lots of teens, and a few adults. Same with the metas he rescued. They mostly helped deliver food to costumers. They even got a phone line working and could take orders. (Although the new…employees…also got more protective whenever a fight broke out.) With all the extra money he’s been getting he was even able to afford some medical supplies. A lot of his customers(?) came in injured and he tried his best to patch them up but now he could do more than tie some ripped clothing around the wound and use ice to numb it. He’s got bandages. And pain killers. Plus other medical stuff. He can even give someone stickers now! All that experience as an injured vigilante was paying off. Even Villains and goons start attending this place. The place was unofficially designated as one of the Alley’s ‘safe zones’ where no fighting takes place inside (the body guards make sure of it.) the metas and Talons are getting an identity for themselves, the street kids even get a job and a hideout, random people can go there for help or to pass messages, this place provides food, shelter, and medical care. No one wants it going down.

So yeah, welcome to the restaurant!

(I’m debating whether I want this to be the weirdest restaurant/safe place/truce area in the alley, or whether I want Danny to accidentally become a crime lord. Possibly both.)

Also, this place is called the Restraint because I keep misspelling Restaurant and I think Danny would do the same so the name stuck. (Or one of the kids spelled it when making a sign or passing around messages to spread the word of this safe place.)

So anyways, to add some angst, after Danny adopts a bunch of crime alley kids/villains they find out about Danny’s powers and that he’s a ghost, only they don’t know about Halfas so they think Danny is fully dead and this super kind guy who has been the only person to ever treat them like people…died. He died likely a long time ago and there’s nothing any of them can do to change that.

(And if the GIW dare to come into the alley, they better be prepared for the entire place to turn on them.)

[goodoldfashionedengineer]

Teacher: Sorry for being late, in exchange, we'll end the lesson earlier

Jason Todd, aka 'Robin': (⁠●_⁠●⁠)

(internally: *appalled* how can the lesson be shortened when we already began later, the math doesn't add up)

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Jason Todd, aka 'Red Hood', being particularly mad at the Batfam over something: Sorry for being late for the mission. In exchange, I'll end my part of it earlier

[cruelplatonic]

my personal headcanon is the vees were unremarkable nobodies when they were alive. i just love it as a thematic throughline for them. they love to let the public of hell speculate on them being famed and acclaimed since before death, but the the truth is they were a d-list failed influencer that got by on cheap controversey and scamming, a broke junkie who burned every shaky bridge he ever had, and a worn-out broadcast production assistant with more rejected auditions and tossed out script pitches than he could count. nobody missed them when they were gone, nobody cared who they were until they were dead.

[wri0thesley]

something i have been thinking about today is a yandere and their reaction to their darling’s medications. of course, there are yans who would never dream of getting in the way of this; who are insistent on your med routine, who will jump through hoops to get them and loom over you whilst you take them and double check how you’re feeling every day as if this isn’t something you’ve been able to do for yourself for years. the suffocaters and the coddlers and the soggily obsessed ones.

and there are yans who think they know better. perhaps they’re in medicine by trade; perhaps they’re germophobes or control freaks. they put you on their own regiment of pills and vitamins. they hold your mouth open with latex-gloves hands and force you to swallow, pinch at your tongue to check you’re not hiding them. perhaps they have experimental medical treatment they’ll try themselves for your ailments—

then there are yans who will withdraw medicine as punishment. who see your painkillers and pocket them because if you hurt too much to move, you hurt too much to fight back or try to escape. they might be kind about it - might put your head on their lap and coo apologies and tell you if you’d just been good . . . or they might be stern and unforgiving about it; might tell you it’s all your own fault, and you have to earn the privilege. these yans watch you spiral and beg and work out withdrawal pains or other side effects of going cold turkey and they bite back the smile knowing that you will be well-behaved from now on.

and then . . . finally, there are the ones who simply watch. perhaps they’re interested in the you without your meds; perhaps they’re obsessed and curious, watching you and probing you with questions, tilting their head innocently to one side because it’s just a couple of silly little pills, right? oh, do tell them more about the hallucinations you’re having from sleep deprivation without your sleeping tablets! they just think you’re so cute when you’re babbling and incoherent. it’s just so much fun to watch you break down and beg. maybe they let you have your meds when their curiousity is sated.

maybe they don’t.

[heph]

Call me crazy for reading so much into a show like House MD but I think the main theme of House is that despite doing everything perfectly and being a good person, shit happens.

Sickness and pain will be inflicted on you and your loved ones and there's nothing you can do about it, but to persevere, to fight for your life, to keep living despite it all - to love is a part of the human condition; our capability of love is what makes life worth living, despite all the pain that you will inevitably experience.

This show exemplifies the pain of living and the needs and desires of human beings to keep going despite it all

And idk... There's something beautiful about how a show with so many stupid whimsical dumb scenes can impart something so profound in my stupid little brain

[milfmacbeth]

i love the house md episode where he's injecting himself with the experimental muscle-growth drug because you think he's doing heroin and then you find out he's doing something much worse. like i know that by season 7 you've accepted that this show and everyone in it is batshit insane and you're used to it, but "it would be better if he really was doing heroin" is a level of unhinged that's genuinely impressive to reach

[marc--chilton]

i dont care what anyone says, house saying he loves wilson after wilson ups his pain meds was for real to me. it just slipped out and house's unserious nature is the only thing that let him get away with it

[tricoufamily]

how many times can i remake these sims

[dickganseysbitch]

if i was neil at the banquet and jean asked "what was your name again? alex? stefan? chris?" id straight up say "actually is nathaniel" just to fuck with them it would first show im not afraid of them and it takes away the edge that they felt like 'haha we discovered who you are stop hiding' like 'bitch i aint hiding' and even if the foxes were like 'wtf' id just be like '??? what did you think neil stands for its obviously a nickname' because at this point why even try to hide it riko already knows and it would ruin his mood if neil didnt give a fuck also just saying his first name is nathaniel doesnt necessarily expose that he is the butchers son to anyone else

[morallygreyintrovert]

Been having a hard time lately and I’ve had no inspiration to write but a few days ago I’ve started writing a post despair one shot where the empty returns Cas after only four hours because he’s so annoying and the last line of my fic has me kicking my legs and squealing like a teenage girl.

[thankstothe]

witnesses house and wilson for a sec

“hey whats going on here?”

[welcome-to-the-end-of-eras]

I know we make jokes about Jeremy and his caffeine intake, but it’s very common for recovering addicts to use stimulants like caffeine to help curb their cravings and I think we should talk about it

[whatiswhump]

Test subject gets injected with something new everyday.

It hurts each time, it hurts A LOT actually, but they’ve realized they can take the momentary pain. They get held down, they jerk involuntarily, hopefully they don’t scream and it’s over in seconds.

… the problem is what comes afterward…

Each vial of anguish has its own set of side effects that the scientists catalogue to the minutest detail.

The burning hives breaking out, their throat closing without warning, red and dark marks icily tracing their veins, world shifting vertigo, amnesia, temporary paralyzation.. each day is a surprise and Whumpee still doesn’t know what these tests are meant to achieve.

All they know is when the side effects come, and they always do, the pens scratch into notepads and their begging behind the glass does nothing to alleviate the horror.

[alexbkrieger13]

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