#anyway. gonna go cry. thank you.

[copperphysics106]

oh my god man

Warm Healer | Everything Everything // The Terror

We got ourselves another Jane Doe.

[lilislegacy]

everybody knows that on the 13th of July Annabeth Chase is never around she vanishes to gods know where. This has confused Percy for years why would annabeth leave the day after her birthday ? When frederick and ms chase learn of this they flinch Percy forces them to tell what they know and they admit that it's the day Annabeth ran away... Sally slapped them after that and no matter how hard her loved ones tried Annabeth never stayed during that day.

who knows what i’m gonna say?

[haveihitanerve]

Read a fic then suddenly thought-

Do Bruce's kids know he was engaged to Selina and that she stood him up? If not, I'm curious what their reaction would be to the info

WAIT HE WAS ENGAGED TO SELINA AND SHE STOOD HIM UP?!?!?!?

lemme look smth up- OH MY GODS... ok- ok-... ok i think i got this... im gonna cry:

It happened on a Saturday. Because of course it did. The one day where she had no obligations, no excuse to run and flee, and the day that she and Dick met every week to catch up.

"You really drink this stuff?" Dick wrinkled his nose at the smoothie in front of him, pushing it away. Selina laughed, pulling bowls from her cabinet.

"You're really insulting my drinking choices when you live with Bruce Wayne and Tim Drake?" She countered, raising an eyebrow as she ladled soup into their bowls. Dick snorted, accepting his bowl with a nod of thanks.

"Fair, i guess. But I can hate on all of your drink choices. I'm equal in my distribution of judgement." Selina chuckled, blowing gently on her spoon before taking a gentle sip.

"I appreciate it." Dick's shoulders shook with silent laughter as he lifted his spoon in acknowledgement, taking a sip as well.

"Of course. Ah- shoot!" Selina raised an eyebrow as the first Robin cursed, hissing in pain as the hot soup splattered onto his shirt. He sighed in frustration, grabbing a napkin.

Selina swatted his hand away, rolling her eyes. "Go- there are towels in my side table, go to the bathroom." Dick nodded his grim agreement, standing from the table and heading into her bedroom for the towels. Selina shook her head, returning to her meal and finishing it up before standing to clean up.

"Uh?? Lina?" Dick's voice echoed from the bedroom.

"Yeah?" Selina called back, cleaning out her bowl in the sink. Dick walked into the kitchen, a frown on his face.

"What's this?" Selina turned, wiping her hands on a dish towel, and froze.

"Wher- where'd you get that?" She asked quietly, hands grabbing the counter behind her to keep her upright. Dick raised an eyebrow.

"It was in your drawer. Sorry, I didn't mean to pry, but I couldn't find the towels." Selina shook her head.

"Right. Yes. Of course." She turned away, back towards the dishes.

"Tabby?" Dick asked, taking a step closer, the stupid box in his hand. "What is it? You don't usually keep your steals in your drawers, and this is something expensive." Selina breathed slowly, bracing herself.

"No," She agreed finally. "I don't keep steals in my drawers. And yes, it is expensive. I would hope it would be," She smiled softly, turning to face him at last. "Because your father bought it for me."

Dick's eyes grew wide as he looked at the box. "B bought this for you?" Selina tilted her head in a nod. Dick's eyes narrowed. "But... its a ring-" He froze, eyes darting to her. "You're not married." It was a statement. Selina's head jerked in a no. "Then what-"

"We were supposed to be. Going to be." Selina cut him off before his detective skills could go haywire and she'd lose him. "He uh, he asked me. And I said yes. And we were going to be." She leaned against the cabinets, avoiding Dick's blue eyes. The same eyes as his father, though adopted. "But um.." Her finger traced circles on the counter, eyes distant. "We weren't... as alone, as we would have liked. And... someone.. close to me.. She talked me out of it. And I-" Her voice caught but she forced herself to look at him, to say it. "I left him there. Alone."

Dick's silence was damming. "You left him at the altar?" Every word was precise, hard, cold. Selina forced herself to nod.

"Well, technically we didn't have an altar- it was a roof-"

"You left my father, alone, at the altar-" He threw his hands up in frustration. "Chimney- whatever! And- and and, kept his ring???" Selina swallowed.

"He told me to keep it. A reminder. Maybe a promise. Dickie-" She reached for him, begging him to understand.

"No. No." He shook his head, backing away from her. "No no no.. I- I need to think. Alone. And- and maybe talk to Bruce-"

"Please don't." She grabbed his sleeve, holding on despite the vicious look he sent her. "Please. Your father... I don't want him to have to... to be reminded. Please. You can yell at me all you want- but- but leave him out of it. It's my fault." Dick's eyes melted slightly, but he still moved out of reach again, his sleeve slipping through her fingers.

"I know its not his fault." Dick's laugh was entirely devoid of humor. "For once, its not his fault. No, that lies solely on you." His eyes were so hard and cold and blue it hurt.

"Kitten- Dick I'm sorry," Selina begged, wiping her nose with the back of her hand. "If I could I'd go back in time and erase it all from ever going wrong... but I can't. We agreed... we agreed to give each other a break, some time, and I'll give him that," She looked at him, anguished. "I'll give him whatever he wants I will, I swear. But... but I'm no longer a part of that."

Dick stared at her as though she had grown two heads, and maybe she had because he set down the ring box, and took a seat. "Selina, we're going to sit here, and you're going to explain exactly what happened, and after that you're going to explain exactly how it is that you believe he doesn't want you anymore, because I can guarantee-" He laughed, and this time there was something there. "That he still does."

Selina slid into the seat opposite him, hands unconsciously seeking out the box, and the ring inside. She opened it slowly, and Dick watched as she pulled out the ring, twirling the gorgeous thing across her fingers. She slipped it onto her middle finger, and Dick, mercifully, didn't comment, just watched her expectantly. Selina took a deep breath, and began talking.

[girlwiththegreenhat]

hey when they wrote "knight behind bars" and they wrote kitt helping a couple get together and they gave him the line "Some day, it will be my turn" [to find love]. did they know what they were doing. did they know that in some 40 years some gay autistic robot-obsessed little freak on tumblr would not stop thinking about it for weeks and write literal dozens of paragraphs screaming about it on discord. did they know they were going to ruin Me, Specifically, with this concept that feels like the culmination of everything kitt has gone through through the show and such a fascinating thing to think about in regards to michael and kitt's relationship,

one of the themes of knight rider is kitt developing as a Person, developing a line between the Knight Industries Two-Thousand, and Kitt. discovering humanity, his own emotions, the joys of the seemingly and logically pointless, and often through the lens of his own driver, his partner, his friend, Michael - his primary guide through all these experiences, his reference for those human things he doesn't understand. and as much as he initially claims to not be capable of experiencing emotions, of understanding feelings, he learns to. he experiences a wide range of emotions through the show even while claiming he doesn't, he even learns fear and insecurity. perhaps it's only natural a robot would learn to love, or at the very least be terribly curious about it and wonder if such a thing could ever exist for Him

the majority of people are not exactly kind to kitt. they talk about him like he's not there, they talk about him like he's a machine, a novelty, some people are even scared of or disturbed by him when all he's trying to do is make polite conversation and company. he's always Othered - there's no other cars like him (at least not anymore), but there's no other person like him either, he doesn't truly belong among humans or vehicles. some of the technicians at FLAG don't even seem to fully respect him as a person, at least they don't based on my vague recollection of how they talk about him in Junkyard Dog. when Michael asks him after KARR is destroyed if it feels good to be one of a kind again, he doesn't say yes or no - he only says it's a "familiar feeling." it may be familiar, but it's surely also isolating, and i think that's something he'd realize as he slowly picks up this curiosity about love. where could he even find it when so few people see him as an equal person to begin with?

and then there's michael. oh my god, and then there's michael. no matter what flavor you choose to read it in, the whole show is about their relationship, they're a duo, a set Not to be separated, they're Partners. they work together, they worry about and look after each other (forever insane about when kitt was a melted shell, Michael stuck around the garage for hours, waiting for any news like a worried spouse, constantly checking on him every opportunity he got... encouraging him to recover, and even helping paint back on his protective coating... kitt always looks after michael, but for once, it's michael's turn to look after Him), in a way they were Made for each other - Kitt more literally, being programmed for Michael and holding his namesake, but Michael was also made in a sense for the pilot program, hand picked and given a second life to work for the foundation and with this strange supercar. and even if they had a rocky start, michael comes to view kitt as a person - car, TV set, or computer core, Kitt is his partner, his buddy. he helps him find himself, guides him and teaches him about these things that make us human, and in a way, kitt becomes human - but his entire experience is still through the perspective of an AI in a car, it's still very unique and isolating, and I think he sort of grows into his own limitations, he's finally brushing against the walls that define him.

he learns of love, and then he learns to dream Of love. these things he sees in the movies, that michael tells him about, that he so often sees michael Partaking in that he gets so oddly jealous of, doesn't it all seem so wonderful? he's very curious. but who could ever love steel and circuitry, who could ever see him as an equal let alone a partner in a romantic sense? who would ever love a car and all the limitations That comes with? it's a problem for a hypothetical hopeful Some Day, in the meantime stuck between two worlds where he doesn't perfectly belong to either, where no car Can love him and no human seemingly Would love him...

and michael loves him anyway. before either of them really realize or talk about it, in spite of everything, in any form, regardless of the fact it wouldn't be a typical relationship by absolutely any means, michael loves him anyway. kitt is as much a person to him as bonnie or devon or RC, and that person is someone he loves and cares for deeply. the feeling is mutual, kitt's world revolves around michael, he's one of the most important people in kitt's life, and he'd do anything to protect him.

and it is michael that will finally teach him to love, and what it means to feel loved in turn, to be loved as the person he undoubtedly is.

[the-alan-price-combo]

60 years ago - on November 16th, 1964, the Animals recorded "Don't Let Me Be Misunderstood"!! 🐾✨️

[todayisafridaynight]

i cant capture it in a single picture but the pain and agony i felt watching this shit in front of my very eyes. this was evil <- needs every frame of it in a museum

[hannahmanderr]

I love some melodramatics, so:

Kiss 50 & Pitch Pearl

~ 50. kisses with their last dying breath (it's an AU, that's all you need to know afdhskjsfad. hopefully it's melodramatic enough) ------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Time was not on Danny’s side.

Maybe if this were a fairytale, the damning tolls of a clock striking midnight would be echoing throughout the castle. Maybe he’d be swooping into the throne room with a steed of white and a blade sharp as his wit and the looks of the valiant hero come to save the day. Maybe it would be the time for some sort of latent prowess to show, or some unyielding bravery to kick in, or something, anything, to help him pull through.

But this was no fairytale. There was no clock chiming away the seconds, only the painful thudding of his heart reminding him of the ever-nearing deadline. He did not swoop into the throne room like a hero, rather he staggered in, barely able to hold himself up. There was no miracle, eleventh-hour asset making itself known, only the gaping wound in his side reminding him that there was more than one deadline rapidly approaching.

He needed to hurry.

Gasping against the pain wracking his body, he dragged himself across the throne room and up to the dais. Stairs proved themselves to be difficult, and shame burned away at him when he had to drop and finish the last few steps on all fours, using the sword he carried as a means to pull himself forward.

But determination burned brighter than shame.

At the top of the dais, he finally managed to pull his head up to look, and he couldn’t contain another gasp at the sight before him.

The throne itself was beautiful. Carved with obsidian and set with hundreds of thousands of twinkling diamonds, a high back towering towards the vaulted ceiling, lined with a plush green velvet that looked more expensive than anything he’d ever seen. Every bit fitting a powerful king.

Its occupant, however, stood in stark contrast to the image of a powerful king. Danny recognized the face well - it had imprinted after his own, after all - but where once there had been vigor and vivaciousness in its expression, there was now only the gaunt outline of sallow cheeks and a paleness matched only in death. The body sat limp and lifeless, bound in thick, glowing chains. A crown blacker than the throne rested on the head, and a large ring wrapped around a finger on the left hand. Both were ablaze with acidic green flames.

The sight made Danny’s stomach churn. “Phantom…” he whispered hoarsely, feeling more helpless than he had when the breach of the castle had begun.

But he couldn’t allow himself to be helpless. Not now.

He stumbled over to the throne and fell onto his knees at Phantom’s feet. The sword clattered onto the ground. Carefully, he pried a hand away from the wound in his side and rested it on Phantom’s knee, leaving a handprint of sticky blood.

“Please, Phantom, please, you have to wake up.” Begging would be pointless, he knew, but the words escaped his mouth before he could stop them. Tears began to fall down his cheeks as he stared at Phantom’s closed eyelids, willing them to open.

They didn’t.

Danny let out a cry, a mixture of pain, grief, and fear. He grabbed his fallen sword and, with a desperate, clumsy swing, drove the blade into the side of the throne, where Phantom’s chains wrapped. Metal grated against metal, and the sword rebounded violently. Danny nearly lost his grip on it. 

The chains remained uncut and unmarked.

It’s pointless, child, a deep voice rumbled. It reverberated in his chest and echoed around the room. Those bonds will never be severed, not with a silly human weapon.

Despite the swell of fear and adrenaline the voice brought, Danny pulled a face. Blowing bangs out of his eyes, ignoring the agonizing sting in his side as he raised his arm, he swung again, only for the same result. “Quiet,” he panted. “You won’t win this. I won’t let you.”

The voice laughed, and a chill ran down Danny’s spine. You only fool yourself, it taunted. He is nearly drained now. Perhaps you will discover how to free him, but you will be too late. 

The throne flickered, and Danny pulled away in horror. 

A sarcophagus began to flicker in its place.

“No!” The strangled cry tore across his vocal cords. He swung his sword a third time, dissolving the sarcophagus away. The throne reappeared with Phantom, looking worse than he had just a moment ago. 

Danny choked back a sob. Phantom’s name fell from his lips like a prayer, and he crawled up and into the throne, bracing his knees on either side of Phantom and resting on his lap. Unable to restrain his tears, becoming dizzy from the loss of blood, he took Phantom’s face in his hands. “Please…” he begged. “Please tell me how to free you. I’ll do anything, anything you ask, just please, wake up…”

How does it go again? The voice sounded more amused than anything. An eye for an eye? I suppose the same principle applies here. Power for power. A life for a life. You should rejoice, child. His worthless existence will be the key to my own. It is only a matter of time now.

Danny ignored the voice. His thumb stroked Phantom’s bony cheek, and tears dripped onto the chains binding him, sizzling as they hit the metal. “You can’t leave me,” he whispered. “Not yet. Please…”

He pulled Phantom’s head to his face and pressed a kiss to his forehead before burying himself in soft white hair. Another sob wracked his body, followed closely by a fresh wave of pain. 

Time was most certainly not on his side.

As the voice cackled around him again, as he cried into Phantom’s hair, he mourned. Mourned for the life tied to the throne, mourned for the Realms about to be sealed to a fate worse than death, mourned for everything to be lost in this moment.

And selfishly, he mourned for the life he would never have with the one he held in his arms.

The voice’s words echoed in his ears.

A life for a life…

A pang gripped his heart, and whether it was from his death approaching all too quickly or the grief of knowing what he had to do, he would never know.

The strength it took to pull himself away from Phantom’s head exceeded the strength he thought he had remaining, but somehow, he still managed to do so. He gazed longingly into the face he’d come to love, and if he concentrated, he could see past the lifelessness and picture Phantom smiling and laughing once more.

The thought was comforting.

But time was running out. 

Darkness began to creep into his vision. Danny brought his mouth in towards Phantom’s and paused. Their lips barely touched. 

A life for a life…

“My life is yours,” Danny whispered against Phantom’s mouth. “Forever and always.”

He closed his eyes and sealed them together. Their lips. Their bodies. Their beings. 

Darkness overcame him.

The last thing he saw as he succumbed to the darkness was a pair of brilliant green eyes flickering open. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ ~ Send me a ship and a number from this ask game and I'll write a drabble or draw a sketch!

[widevibratobitch]

something about being told im 'the leading person at this whole academy when it comes to interpretation and stage intelligence' by the husband of the woman im trying (not really. but i mean. who knows) to seduce... ok boy you got me. lets make it a polycule.

[honkshoo-zzz]

@quazies AAHUAUAUAUUASYGDHAGGAHDHSJDFJSKXJSKRJENEFJKSXJJEKSKDBRJRODSKBDSKDLDMS

TY QUAZIES FOR THIS BLESSING UPON MY HOME I LOVE HIM SO MUCH HE WILL BE TREASURED FOREVER

[storyofundertalelover]

“kill them with kindness” wrong. bonetrousle 🦴🦴🦴🦴🦴🦴🦴🦴🦴🦴🦴🦴🦴🦴🦴🦴🦴🦴🦴🦴🦴🦴🦴🦴🦴🦴🦴🦴🦴🦴🦴🦴🦴🦴🦴🦴🦴🦴🦴🦴🦴🦴🦴🦴🦴🦴🦴🦴🦴🦴🦴🦴🦴🦴🦴🦴🦴🦴🦴🦴🦴🦴🦴🦴🦴🦴🦴🦴🦴🦴🦴🦴

[skitskatdacat63]

@lesharl-eclair here is the vettonso timeline I mentioned at some point!! I was gonna make a more refined version but ah, the original is fine so I'm posting it for you <3

Its written so its as if their careers began at the same time. There's obviously some parts where they deviate from each other(I blame Fernando), but they're pretty similar, no??

Here's some notes I have:

They both started at technically the same team(if you ignore that Seb raced one race for Sauber): Minardi/STR. And they spent 3 seasons either racing for that team or testing(Fernando for Renault, Seb for BMW teams), before being promoted to the team where they won their respective WDCS.

They both spent six seasons with their WDC team. And both won their WDCs using Renault engines. Both were pretty much the golden boys of their teams, beloved by their team principal and team in general. Unfortunately both aren't consecutive because Fernando tried out McLaren lol.

They spent a similar amount of years at Ferrari(five and six respectively.) Neither could win a WDC with Ferrai(😔) And both joined Ferrari in a very similar way. When Fernando joined, he ousted Kimi and it was very uncertain where Kimi was going. I think the commentators in 2009 predicted McLaren? (But he ended up taking a sabbatical obv.) But pretty messy, right? The literal same exact thing happened with Fernando and Seb in 2014-2015. They finally announced at the end of the season, even though it was pretty obvious, that Seb would be replacing Fernando. And where did Fernando go? McLaren! The history book on the shelf is always repeating itself. I guess I find it funny that Fernando replaced his former rival under somewhat messy circumstances, only for his other rival to do the exact same thing to him years later.

Okay McHonda and Alpine blah blah blah. Anyways they're probably going to have both end up competing their careers after two years with Aston Martin. This honestly is my favorite parallel. Because it's very sweet to me that Seb replaced Fernando, in an aforementioned messy way, only for Fernando to take Seb's seat in a very peaceful, almost "passing the torch" type exchange 🥰

[lucabyte]

your art is amazing!! so happy you got into isat because i discovered your cool oc art!!

hope you have a wonderful day :D

hfbbhhhhhbuhhhhuhuhhbbbbb . cries and gives you a little kiss on the head. thamk youuuuuu

if you wanna see the secret art (silly doodles i dont post on tumblr n stuff) i upload literally all of my oc stuff no matter how unpolished on toyhouse.... it also has profiles for (most) of my guys if you wanna know what's up with them :'3

and thanks to isat finally making me have that lightbulb moment on how to thumbnail and format comics i'm super jazzed to get back to an oc zine of mine i was working on.... ill be able to do the comics better now yaay

[meatriarch]

yknow im probably going to sound a bit overdramatic for a moment with this sorry but,

ive said like two lore streams ago or w/e that im not going to let myself get as heated as i did at the start with how gun's been handling ( read : forgetting she exists ) maria all this time bc at this point i consider my portrayal of her an oc, as i essentially feel across the board with my other texas muses frankly but like.

i do think, while i was obviously thrilled to no end that they announced maria & she was playable etc, i do think the execution of her in-game really sincerely disappointed and pissed me off so badly. like yes end of the day shes a bunch of pixels etc etc whatever sure but its like. genuine frustration at how absolutely sidelined she has been since day one. and i know theres plenty of valid arguments for other characters receiving similar treatment ( ie. sonny ) in a variety of ways, and i do get the angle of maria initially serving as a haunting of the narrative, haunting her friends and sister and being more of that sort of invisible presence rather than physically there in the moment like they all are - but its severely disappointing to see just how little they give a shit about her, both in lore & in gameplay etc.

model-wise? shes completely fine i adore how she looks and everything shes beautiful shes adorable shes exactly as babygirl as i hoped and imagined her to be & look. but shes otherwise both so underwhelming and so borderline useless ( being generous ) and her ability is just the most uncreative pointless thing i feel they could have thought to give her. like. theres so many pieces i can rip apart for just that alone but i dont wanna yap for an eternity lmao

i just wish they gave an ounce of a shit about her. and like sure yes they could easily alter things or add on things on for her in the future etc. sure, yeah, fine and all but its just... i dont think im going to forget how sloppily put together they made her. or how they've consistently forgotten & disrespected her all these months. and with them branching away from her & the friendgroups' story into other victims' as time passes, their already sheer-ass attention spans are only going to grow thinner across the rosters and i guess in my eyes theyre just never going to make up for any of how they treated her character. and like yes thats fine bc i & others will do her infinitely better justice than they ever will but its still just like... its still disappointing.

like so much went wrong with that release day that i think i was just trying to cling onto the excitement of her just being playable but everything else, certain other complaints etc i wont get into, made me think that disappointment in how she was executed was an exaggeration on my part bc im too attached to her lmao and so i kinda just internalized the disappointment i think but it really is just like man. i feel like ive lowkey been in mourning of her since she was released. no faith at all that they are ever going to give her an ounce of dignity outside of how her model looks.

and again. i know i and the fandom do her infinitely more justice than they ever will at this point and that fact alone does make up for this all, i just wish she was remotely fun to play as and didnt feel like such a slapped together, zero-thought, near copy-paste non-asset in-game. i play her bc i love her but she also just makes me fucking sad LMAO

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[fandom-blackhole]

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[jamiesfootball]

I have loved all the comments I’ve gotten on my post season three fic (like you don’t even know how much I have reread all of those bad boys they give me oxygen), but by far one of the most gratifying ones I’ve gotten has been:

“you made that last episode seem so much more reasonable”

THAT WAS THE GOAL

[the--highlanders]

do you guys KNOW how frustrated this thing makes me. like it's literally from the regiment that jamie would most likely have been in AND the story lines up so well with the plot of the highlanders and I'm just. constantly itching to retcon the episode a little bit in my head and make this the standard

but no!! the serial kind of depends on the standard being prince charles' rather than nust a regimental standard!!!! and it kills me every single day