#and you can pry this from my cold dead hands

[greghatecrimes]

The entire show is just one thing after another for poor Thirteen and even the showwriters gloss over it. From the end of season four it all goes downhill. Like, can you imagine surviving all of this?? You can pry CPTSD Thirteen from my cold, dead hands.

Amber dies in a freak accident

Thirteen tests positive for Huntington's

Thirteen finds out her CAG score was higher than expected (she has less time than she thought)

She spirals and starts partying, having one night stands, generally being self destructive

House and Thirteen get trapped trapped in an active shooter/hostage situation at the hospital. Thirteen takes medications she doesn't need to take, and nearly dies by injecting herself with meds that would've shut down her kidneys with the shooter practically holding the gun to her head the entire time. At the last second she admits that she doesn't want to die and the shooter drops the gun and takes the medication himself. She ends up on temporary dialysis for a week (which, even temporary, is still a pretty complex medical treatment)

After the hostage situation, she decides that she wants to live and chooses to enter a clinical trial that could potentially delay symptoms or lengthen her life- but a fellow patient in the clinical trial reminds her of her mom. She has flashbacks to being angry at her mother/hating her when she was sick and dying and not herself, and drowns in the guilt she drags around two decades later because "she died with me hating her". Also this is never brought up again and she gets zero closure on this issue

A few weeks later, she finds out that her new boyfriend, who is leading the trial, deliberately swapped her from the placebo to the real drug, and it's caused a tumor to develop in the occipital region of her brain. Then she goes blind from the tumor and has to have emergency surgery to send an insane amount of radiation straight to the brain tumor and nowhere else. By some miracle it works and she regains her vision.

A couple months later, her friend/coworker kills himself, and she and her boyfriend are the ones to find the body. She performs CPR on a dead body and gets his blood all over her hands and face. Her boyfriend isolates himself in the aftermath, leaving her to deal with the guilt and trauma alone until the end of their coworker's funeral

Few weeks after that, her boss has a mental break and ends up inpatient in rehab and a psych ward for several months, so her job's in limbo until they find out if he's going to come back or not

After her boss decides NOT to come back, her boyfriend briefly takes that position, and then... fires her

Messy breakup ensues; she travels to Thailand jobless and has no idea how long she'll be gone or what she'll do when she gets back

After her original boss comes back + convinces her to come back to her job, she ends up in spat with her ex and gets harassed by a patient to the point of being deliberately falsely accused of sexual harassment

Then she ends up leaving said job under the guise of "going to Italy for a promising clinical trial", but she's actually about to go and euthanize her older brother that's dying of the same disease their mom died from. She's been watching him decline this entire time

Kills her own brother because he asked her to promise that she would when the time came

Ends up in jail for six months immediately after losing her brother + while in mourning

Her ex-boss picks her up from jail and pushes/prods her until he figures out she euthanized her brother; then when she confesses her biggest fear to him (being alone when she's sick and dying), he has no emotional response. At first. (He makes up for it later by offering to euthanize her when she's ready)

Gets her job back, but one of her friends from jail shows up on her doorstep for medical care after getting stabbed. She ends up having to tell a coworker the real reason why she initially left after she calls him up for help in the situation

Just when things are getting stable again, her boss runs his car into his ex's living room, goes on the run for months, and ends up in jail. She loses her job.

Things get good again, though. She finds a girlfriend. They decide to travel the world together. Her boss silently gives her permission to leave the medical field guilt-free by firing her. She can rest in the confidence of his promise that he'll be there to euthanize her when it's time. She's happy. She's free.

And then her former boss "dies". She has no idea that he's actually still alive, and believes that she has no one left to kill her and keep her from ending up sick, alone, and suffering as she declines the same way her mom did.

[rewriterory]

Since we didn’t actually see how or when aventurine smashed his cornerstone, I need to let everyone know that in my mind he broke it during a nervous breakdown and then bluffed that he did it on purpose and it was all part of his master genius plan but it absolutely wasn’t, he was actually on his hands and knees beating it into pieces ugly sobbing relishing every jolt of pain that surged through him with each split shard praying that it would finally kill him and then he looked at the pieces and was still very much alive and was like “god damn it”

Especially since opal called him out on it when he gave him the Penacony mission to about how he’s been waiting for his luck to expire so it just made me wonder like, damn he must be doing SOMETHING very consistently if at least like 4 other stonehearts have mentioned his obsession with wanting to die

Maybe that’s what tipped ratio off to write his note, was the broken stone. I'm torn between which is better- ratio intercepting the meltdown, or ratio just casually finding the stone shattered while aventurine is doing his usual fucking " :D " bullshit, I kinda love thinking they're sitting on the train to Penacony and aven is being an annoying snob and they start teasing one another and ratio reaches for aven's bag to bully him for carrying a louis vuitton speedy or something and he peeps it before aven can snatch it back and ratio just goes like "???? Hello ?? WHAT is wrong with you why would you do that ??" And aven is like "ahahaha don't be silly !! It's all a part of my fool proof plan !! These are simply all cheap bits and bobbles, my good doctor !! Pip pip tadoodly doo good heavens look at the time, off to Penacony we go !!" And ratio is like … "yeah okay freak, I gotta write something real quick"

I actually wrote a scene like this for my aventurine character study fic if u wanna see my vision, if this wasnt angsty enough for you, it’s down below

The alcohol didn’t numb it this time. All the noise in his head rang louder —the shame, the guilt, the quiet knowing that he wasn’t just pretending to be someone else anymore—he was someone else. The only positive to never seeing his mama and papa again, was that they'd never have the displeasure of meeting the man their son turned into.

He stumbled to the shelf behind him and grabbed the thing that mocked him the most. The blue green sheen lured him like a siren to the sea, glimmering in the low light. It felt warm in his palm, like a second heart.

“You were supposed to be proof that I’m worth something,” Aventurine muttered, his voice already fraying at the edges. He dug his nails into the cornerstone’s smooth surface. “Now what do I do? Huh?”

Unsurprisingly, the aventurine stone had little to say. He could fill in the blanks, though.

“Liar,” he spat into the silence, tossing it without a second thought. The cornerstone clattered onto his desk. Aventurine flinched the second it smacked the wood, a sharp pang lancing through his chest, crawling down his arms. He pressed a palm over his ribs as if that might smother the ache.

He hated it. Hated how the damn thing snaked into him, how it could blur the line between "aventurine" the stone, and "Aventurine" the man-bearer of the stone until he couldn’t carry the weight any longer.

And yet, in the same breath that he cursed it, he found himself reaching. His fingers hovered over the stone as he was drawn back to it. The ache hadn’t faded. There was a sick sort of justice in it.

Right, he thought. Of course. Remind me that I can’t exist without you. This is all because of you.

Silence crept in unnoticed, curling like smoke into the edges of his mind. Aventurine had been staring at the stone for… minutes? Hours?

His hand shot out before he could ponder the question any longer. The moment his fingers closed around it, he slammed it down once, twice, a sick rhythm that rattled the desk. Its surface cracked, a hairline fracture split across its face, splintering like a web—and something deep in his chest burned. His knees buckled with the pain. Sweat prickled his skin and he heaved, coughing up something thick.

But he kept going.

CRACK.

CRACK.

Every strike sent a jolt through his body—up his arms, rattling in his ribcage, through his spine. It felt like his soul was splintering with every blow. After a few hits, iridescent crumbs chipped off the edge. 

“I didn't want this. I didn't want any of this—this is what you wanted, right?” he shrieked at the stone. “This is your fault!”

CRACK.

“—You made me this—”

CRACK.

“—You turned me into—”

CRACK.

“—a greedy—”

CRACK

“—heartless—”

CRACK.

“—selfish—”

CRACK.

“—stupid—”

CRACK

“—useless—”

CRACK.

“—loser!—”

CRACK

“—It's your fault!—”

CRACK

“—It's your fault!—”

CRACK

“—It's all your fault!—”

It had to be.

He didn’t know if the blood slicking his hand was from his mouth or somewhere deeper, somewhere the stone had wormed into—but it didn’t really matter. If he cracked it open enough, maybe he could find the man he used to be, buried deep inside.

He raised it higher, slamming it down with enough force to blister the wood beneath. A wet, metallic taste flooded his mouth, spattering red across his sleeve when he doubled over. Shards of crystal dust bit into his skin. He couldn’t tell where he ended and the stone began.

“Come on,” he begged through clenched teeth as another chunk snapped off and he cried out in pain, despite the crazed smile on his face. “Show me what's left inside!"

The next strike never landed. A firm hand clamped around his wrist, halting the stone mid-arc.

“That's enough." Ratio’s voice was even, infuriatingly even, as if they weren't surrounded by shattered crystal and blood.

Aventurine snarled, twisting against the grip. “Stop it—let go!” He shoved at him with his free hand, feral, eyes wild. “Where did you even come from?"

"The walls aren’t as thick as you think. I could hear you all the way down the hall."

"Go and see if you can hear me all the way down in hell, and get lost!"

Ratio barely flinched. His other hand came up, steady as iron, locking around Aventurine’s shoulder. “You’ll kill yourself at this rate. Stop.”

“Good!” Aventurine spat, jerking forward, trying to throw him off. His knuckles connected with Ratio’s chest, a few pathetic attempts at a punch landing flat as he screamed, "What do you think this is, genius? Did you need seven PhDs to figure that out?”

"You’re bleeding everywhere. Put the cornerstone down."

"Make me!”

Ratio took a step forward and twisted his arm, his grip tightening just enough to force the stone from Aventurine's hand. It fell, clattering against the ruined desk. Aventurine lunged after it, but Ratio held him, arms closing around him with unshakable restraint.

“Leave it there,” Ratio said, quiet but firm, as if addressing a child mid-tantrum.

“Get off me!” he howled, voice cracking, spit catching in his throat. He shoved at Ratio’s chest, fists sliding uselessly against fabric, slick with blood and sweat. “It’s mine, Diamond gave it to me, I can do whatever I want with it! I can do whatever I want, period! I’m Aventurine of the Ten Stonehearts, I’m an executive director, I’m the man who earned the IPC trillions of credits last year, I could have you blacklisted from the IPC just for pissing me off!”

“No. You’re a crazed gambler who wagers with his own body like it’s pocket change. You’re also my partner, Aventurine, and I know you far too well to be intimidated.”

“Partner? Is that what this is? You just want to keep me chained here so that you look impressive? You’ll get a bump in your salary for keeping me under control, is that it? You’re nothing but a leash around my neck, dragging me back every time I actually get close to escaping?!”

“If this—” he nodded at the shattered cornerstone and the blood spattered floor, “—is your idea of an escape, then yes. I’ll drag you back from it every time.”

"I don't need—anything—from you! I don't care if you're my partner, I don't care who you are! Come on, admit it—you hate me! All I do is piss you off and ruin your work and put us both in danger and take up all your time—I'm horrible, I'm terrible, you should—” His voice cracked into a sob. “You should hate me!" Leave me alone, just get out of here already!"

Ratio absorbed every blow like it was nothing, only tightening his hold, steady as bedrock. His silence was worse than words—an infuriating, unbearable patience, as he looked down at him with those gleaming, golden eyes. Even the touch was infuriating. How somebody could stand being so close to him, Aventurine would never know.

"Go—go away, get out, just—” But his voice crumpled on itself, guttural fury folding into a broken, heaving sob. His body buckled against Ratio’s hold, the fight bleeding out of him all at once. He sagged into the man’s chest, trembling, bloodied hands clutching desperately at Ratio's button up. And just like that, all the sharp edges dissolved into raw grief in Ratio’s arms. The dry cleaning bill for Ratio's shirt would surely be horrific—tears and blood and spit, all smeared together as Aventurine screamed into his chest, clinging to his shoulders for dear life.

Ratio wrapped an arm around his trembling body, grimacing as he caught a glance at the scattered chunks of aventurine littered across the office. "It's alright," he muttered. "You're alright. Take a breath."

"Please don't leave."

Ratio exhaled slowly, one hand still braced at the back of Aventurine’s neck, anchoring him. "I'm right here."

(ty for reading this lil piece, the fic has 4 chapters atm on ao3 if u wanna feel even worse ^_^)

[thetornadodream]

i've been thinking a lot about how everyone at Willow Hill probably DID want Tyler to be a part of the LOIS program, but he was such a massive stubborn pain in the ass that they couldn't even experiment on him like they wanted.

And THAT'S why they were looking for help from Wednesday Addams and from Laurel Gates.

They were hoping he could tame him enough to get him to a vulnerable position where they could do what they wanted with him.

Because they never wanted to help him and they always wanted to exploit him.

And Tyler Galpin? Wasn't having any of that, bless his little tough as nails heart.

[arcanejesus]

No one can ever convince me what Jayce and Viktor had was not love or more than that actually because what they have was EVERYTHING

Down to the smallest details you can tell with how they say each other’s names and how they look at one another

LIKE IT CANT BE MORE CLEAR SHOWN THAN THIS AND THESE ARE ONLY 4 INSTANCES THERE IS A LOT MORE WHERE THAT CAME FROM

[forestclan-clangen]

Can you list the virtues as well? And maybe words that would've worked better than the darkest dungeons ones?

Sure! The list of DD Virtues are:

Stalwart

Vigorous

Focused

Courageous

Powerful

I am quite content with the DD Afflictions/Virtues I picked out simply because they were fun to work around - plus as someone who played the game, the name of the traits are more like a "flavor" of behavior instead of direct behavior. I would probably say Barleywave was being "Avoidant" (dissassociation and saying fuck all for several days is basically your brain trying to yeet anything to do with whatever the fuck is going on, right), Cloudthunder might be more "Stable" or "Rallying" but like. come on I gotta stay on theme.

Out of all of them though, you can pry Hopechase being Stalwart from my cold dead hands. This fuckin cat is basically a paragon archetype. Good luck making them anything but steadfast against a crisis

[thetimetravellercat]

I have a hc that Jack doesn't really use pet names and he keeps calling Robby 'brother' and other neutral things like that because it's a habit he picked up as a sort of safety measure during his time serving under Don't Ask Don't Tell and before, and he hasn't been able to shake it off, it's just too ingrained into him

[mr-e-nigma]

Personally, I like to think The Batman is part of the new DCU. However, it is not concurrent with Superman (2025). It’s a few years in the rearview. Batman’s been Batmanning over in Gotham for a while, and he’s on more solid footing now. He’s got a Robin. Maybe he’s on the second one, even. Bruce is more of a public figure now. The Brucie Wayne persona isn’t all there, but he’s definitely trying to build that reputation.

Sort of in keeping with the “vague memory” of past movies and shows that Superman (2025) has. The Batman (2022) did happen. It was just a while ago. And I think it’d be fun to have robpat back but playing a very different era of Batman/Bruce.

[melomancy]

the ellipsis is the most powerful of all the punctuation…so versatile…i’m pondering…i’m omitting…i’m implying…i’m trailing off…

[winterbunz]

why haven't i seen ANYONE talking about melinoe's adorable little victory jump when she catches a fish. like LOOK AT HER

silliest character of all time,,, all i hear is YIPPIE

[zorangezest]

thanks for listening

[panic-flavored]

Asexuality is funny sometimes

[kpdhincorrectquotes]

Bobby: Hey, Rumi, are you… in love with Mira and Zoey?

Rumi, sweating: N-no, why do you ask?

Bobby: The file you sent me for the album art was just a bunch of hearts with “M+R+Z” written in them

Rumi, sweating more: That— that stands for Music, Rage, and Zest

Bobby:

Rumi:

Bobby: … okay! :)

[cassettemoon]

Deep down, you know that we are the same...

[a-sneaky-bagginses]

Gimli, who went through standard dwarf education: "We'll need to be careful to elevate the head and monitor 'is blood pressure for the next few hours."

Legolas, who grew up in the woods surrounded by other weird ass Mirkwood elves: "...Why don't we just ask the moon to fix him?"

[son-of-avraham]

I think the difference between myself and other religious people is that I don't see saying "oh my g-d" as being disgraceful to His name. I see saying "oh my g-d" like you're trying to get g-d's attention so you can do this:

[purplepri]

Rockstar Eddie having an emergency with one of his stunts for his show, and having to call emergency. Thank God it was just rehearsal, and not the actual performance.

He's even more grateful when Firefighter Steve comes up to get him down, carrying him bride style to safety. Eddie is not one to be in silence for too long, but the sheer beauty of the firefighter face and the smile he sends his way while telling him that his little brother and his friends are big fans make him lose all words.

He signs an autograph on muscle memory, eyes never leaving the swoopy hair and hazel eyes and pretty moles and shy smile. He doesn't even know the name of this demigod sent from Olympus until he has to leave.

"Hey, Steve, come on! We're leaving."

"Coming, Robs!" He smiles again before jogging back to the fire engine and getting a shit eating grin from the lady who called him back.

Eddie only wakes up from his haze when Chrissy shakes him and asks if he's okay.

"I think I've met the love of my life..."