#are you ready kids

[lxmitlxss]

Hughes wasn't sure what to expect when he came to visit Roy that day, but it certainly wasn't this. Within a moment, he's by his side, placing a hand just above his back. Fuck. It'd had happened, hadn't it? He could tell by the tremble of his body, the whispers, the way he held himself. He'd been right, this was worse than the first time - where he'd been by his side during the thick of it all.

He knew he had to brace himself for the worst reaction.

" Roy. " He whispered, firm but gentle. " Roy. Breathe. "

Maes wasn't sure how much help he could be this time, but he had promised him he would be here to help him through this. And that meant dealing with whatever would come of this.

@flamesignite

[venelona]

get ready I am unleashing all christmas

[eggnogisdead]

OOOOOOOOH

WHO LIVES IN A BLACK EGG ABOVE THE CITY?

THE SEALED VESSEL!

PERFECT AND HOLLOW AND AS PURE AS CAN BE!

THE SEALED VESSEL!

IF DREAMING NO MORE BE SOMETHING YOU YEARN

THE SEALED VESSEL!

THEN DESCEND TO THE DARK AND FLOP LIKE A WYRM!

THE SEALED VESSEL

THE SEALED VESSEL

THE SEEEEEEAAAALED

VESSEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEL!

deedlee deet doo deet de dee

[eoongil]

today I'm giving depressed femboy

Which is sad because I am neither fem or a boy.

[inkskinned]

there are a lot of posts out there that are positive and healthy coping mechanisms for handling the holidays. this is not one of them :)

i think there's like. going to be times in your life you will be stuck in a social situation that you cannot escape from gracefully. i do not know why the internet doesn't believe these times exist. it's not always just that your physical safety is at risk - sometimes it's legit like "i just don't currently have the energy or time to put in the effort of responding to this." sometimes it's a coworker you hate so much. sometimes it's just like, fine, you know? like you know you can handle your aunt when she's cheerily horrible, but if you actually set a boundary around her, it's going to be weeks of fallout with your father.

i don't know why people think the answer is always just "cut them out!" or "don't let them get away with that!" because ... the real world is tricky and complicated. i think kind of a lot of us have an internal "radiation poisoning" meter for certain people. like - i'm talking about the ones who are absolutely giving you gradual ick damage. like, you can handle them, but you'll be exhausted.

and yes. you absolutely should listen to your therapist and the good posts about handling others and set good boundaries and take care of yourself. prioritize peace.

HOWEVER :) ...... since im often in a situation with a Gradual Sense of Ick person i cannot just "cut out" of my life (without losing someone else precious to me) - i have sort of developed the most. maladaptive form of mischief possible. because like, if i'm going to have to listen to this shit again, i like to have a little bit of private fun with it.

now! again, i am physically safe, just mentally drained by this man. you should only do this with people you are not in danger with. which leads me to my suggestions for when your Unfortunate Acquaintance shows up and says oh everyone pay attention to me.

my favorite word is "maybe!" said as brightly and happily as possible. whenever the Horrible Person starts in on a topic you do not want to go further with, particularly if they make a claim that you know to be inaccurate, do not respond to it. you and i have both tried to actually argue with this person, and it hasn't gone well, because this person just wants the drama of an argument. however, "maybe!" gives them literally nothing to go on. it is incredibly disarming. they are used to people having some response. they know they can't prove what they're saying, and maybe! treats them like the child they are. it dismisses them in the politest way possible.

i like to say maybe! and then, in their stunned silence, immediately change the subject. this is because i have adhd and i will have something unrelated to talk about, but if you can't think of topics fast enough, i recommend just pointing to something and saying, "isn't that lovely?" because fuck you let's bring in some positivity.

by the way. that second trick - of pointing to something and stating an opinion about it? - that just works on its own, like, 70% of the time. i picked it up from teaching preschoolers. it's an intentional "redirect". it stops children crying and it also stops grown adults from finishing their explanation on why women belong in kitchens. dual wielding!

keep it silly for yourself. i absolutely do not care if people think i'm fucking stupid (it's more fun if they do) and as a result i will purposefully misunderstand things just to see how long it takes them to realize i've completely removed them from the subject at hand. when they say "women aren't funny" i get to be like. "which women." "all women." "all women in america?" "no in the world." "like the mole people? the people in the world?" "what? no. like, alive." "oh are we not counting the mole people?" "what the fuck are you talking about." "you don't believe in the mole people?"

similarly, i play a personal game called "one up me." my Evil Acquaintance literally knows this game exists (my family & friends caught onto it and now also play it) and it always fucking gets him. i don't know why. you have to be willing to be a little free-spirited on this one, though. the trick is that when they make one of those horrible little bigoted or annoying comments they are always making, you need to go one unit weirder. not more intense, mind you - just more weird. "you don't look good in that dress." "yeah, actually, my other dress was covered in squid ink due to a mishap at the soup store." "you shouldn't wear such revealing clothes." "wait, what? oh shit. sorry, your son tears off strips when no one is looking and eats them. i swear it was longer before we left the building."

the point of "one up me" is to completely upend this person's narrative. we both know this person likes setting up situations where you cannot "win" and then they really like telling other people how badly you handled it. in a usual situation, if you respond "please don't say something that rude", you're a bitch. but if you let it happen, you're letting yourself be debased. they are not usually expecting door number three: unflappably odd. because what are they going to say when they're telling everyone how badly you behaved? "she said my son eats her dresses" ".... okay?"

if you can, form an allyship with someone whomst you can tagteam with. where they can pick up on your weird "soup store" story and run with it.

the following phrase is amazing and can be deployed for any situation: "oh, be nice :) it's the holidays!" i do not know why this works as often as it does. i'll say it for the most random shit. i think this is bc most of the time these people know they're being impolite, they just like to fight.

godbless. when in doubt, remember that you could always start stealing their pens.

the whole point of this is - if you can't escape. maybe see how long you can just be. like. a horrible little menace.

[callme-aprilroseisha04]

we love to see it

If the world ends I’ll still have mine

[just-phils-things]

Watch "SpongeBob SquarePants: Battle for Bikini Bottom - Poseidome Colosseum BOSS BATTLE! Neptune's Spatula" on YouTube

Boss Battle @ the poisedome

[nonranghaes]

the last thing you expect to see this late in the evening is chris with a bouquet of flowers in his arms. he's dressed casually, sweats and baseball hat and all, but the bouquet was clearly carefully put together by whatever florist he found. knowing chris, he probably "knows someone" he could convince to put this together for you at the last second. you haven't been dating long (six months in a week and a half), but you know that chris seems to know everyone.

"... what are you doing here?"

"you told me no one's ever bought you flowers before," he says, rocking on his heels. "and... you said you like big gestures, so..." he holds them out toward you, his cheeks and the tips of his ears turning redder by the second. "... i really, really like you. a lot." but you know what he means: i won't say love until you say love, because that's what we talked about. it means the world to you, really.

but the sappy look on his face is enough to make you laugh, so entirely endeared at how bashful this silly, sweet dork is, and you accept the flowers. "why don't you just... come in?" you nod toward your living room. "i don't think you can stay the night this time, but i wouldn't mind some company while i game." your face is growing warmer as you take a tiny step back. "if you want to stay, i mean--"

he does. and he doesn't complain when he ends up sleeping on your couch that night, smiling like an idiot to himself. i love you, too, is what he wants to say when you insist he stays the night anyway, when you kiss him goodnight and tell him you'll make breakfast for both of you in the morning, when you tell him to sleep well.

you don't have to say it until you're ready... but chris knows where you stand. and until you are ready to say those three words to him, he'll keep saying it in gestures that scream it to anyone listening. just so you know where he stands, too.

[risingscorchingsuns]

THE SPONGEBOB FIT IM SCREAMING

We need a Teacher Kyojuro figure I SWEAR WE NEED ONE 😭

He lools so fine on the Spongebob fit for no reason

[dukeofthomas]

Here's my controversial opinion; if you're trying to write Bruce as a non-abusive, good parent, you should also write him respecting his kids' privacy, boundaries, and not stalking&surveying them.

[softestaries]

Sally at the beginning of the episode patiently trying to coax Percy away from the pool edge so she can teach him how to swim VS Poseidon throwing Percy in the deep end and sending his secretary to inform him that he can in fact breathe underwater.

[abbyshands]

✭ ELLIE WILLIAMS WITH A LIP PIERCING RAMBLE !

✭ cw. 18+ smut, dom!ellie x sub!reader, face sitting, use of baby and princess, degrading

read this. links for 🇵🇸. daily click. masterlist.

thinking about ellie going down on you with a lip piercing, a silver ring perched in the middle of her pink, plump lips. the cold metal brushing up against your clit as she slips her tongue inside you. licking her way up your pussy as it brushes against it over and over again, or how much more obvious it is when she’s on her knees for you, the angle pressing the metal into your aching cunt. or the way she holds her hips when you sit on her face, grinding on her tongue, the ring flicking deliciously at your bundle of nerves as she swipes her nose through your folds. the way ellie won’t even realize how much her lip piercing affects you when she gives you head until you once let out a moan so loud, she thought she had already made you cum when you were barely a minute in. she pulled her head away from your cunt from where she had been in between your legs on the bed, looking up at you. “what was that about, baby?” ellie said with a mixture of confusion and arousal, that sweet noise having gone right down to her pussy. you can’t find it in yourself to answer, so ellie takes it upon herself to dip her head back between your legs, slipping her tongue inside you and purposely letting the metal of her ring brush against your clit. “oh, princess. that’s it? shit. you like when i do that, huh? didn’t know my piercing got you so worked up. little slut,” she purred, your whines only encouraging her movements. she was going to abuse the fuck out of this new discovery, that was for damn sure.

✭ tags (my apologies for forgetting i had a tag list btw): @spacewlf @hangeishere @flowersforvi @yondaimekazzy @carolb111 @starlynnr @marsworlddd @amourrs @smvtreader124 @viisgrave @elliesbff @cyberl33ch

[halfagone]

A best-seller 'rags to riches to prison shackles' autobiography written by a woman in her late sixties, who was finally exonerated for the murder of her late, wealthy husband after 20 years in Blackgate prison, is getting a limited-series adaption. One of the most anticipated scenes is a exchange from early on in the book, in which the author describes a private, emotional conversation she shared with a young Bruce Wayne, where she recounts details about the passing of her son.

Countless fans try to theorize who will be casted as a younger Bruce Wayne. Some think it should be Damian Wayne, but many point out that he's too young for the role. Others think it should be Tim Drake, who would be at the right age to play it. However, as CEO, he doesn't exactly have an open schedule, and they haven't heard him disappearing for filming all those months ago. Other people think Bruce Wayne himself should play the role, using deep-fake technology to make him appear younger.

In the end, their questions go unanswered until the first trailer airs online for the limited series. It previews the very first glimpse of a young Bruce Wayne, played by previously unknown 'Danny Fenton', and the internet-

Loses its fucking mind.

(Bruce might just be getting a new son from this after all.)

[yandere-daydreams]

i just know geto is out here coming up with the most elaborate, thoroughly scripted, multi-hour long roleplay scenarios for you and him and gojo and gojo is continuingly fucking it up by just being. a legitimately terrible actor. cannot remember his line cannot put on his costume by himself cannot keep his dick in his pants for longer than thirty minutes even after geto explains why each and every second of his five hour foreplay plan is absolutely essential. their polycule is crumbling at their feet bc gojo doesn't understand why he has to pretend to be a chair instead of just. y'know. having sex or something and geto is sick of him.

[girlsdads]

#ok it’s giving girl dad wearing his daughter’s handmade necklace special for him into work 🥺🥺😩😩

couldn’t stop thinking about this tag of mine, wrote a little smth about it 🥰

The stomping footfalls racing down the hall behind him could only be those of a toddler. Daniel turns and squats just in time for his tiny blonde projectile of a child to come barreling into his chest. The force sends Daniel falling back onto his butt with a surprised oof, his daughter giggling delightedly in his lap.

“Hey, Ellie-bug,” Daniel smiles. “Daddy’s gotta go to work, remember how we talked about it and you promised to be a big girl?” He brushes a strand of hair away from her mouth where it’s gotten stuck in a little smear of jam leftover from her breakfast. Daniel had shown Max how to make it just the way she likes—the pancake batter shaped in the silicone star mold, the silly faces drawn in jelly and jam.

Ellie’s head bobs up and down dutifully, but she makes no move to get up.

Max appears from the kitchen then, looking like a man who’s been fighting a losing battle with the second pancake. There’s a splatter of thick batter on his white t-shirt. He’s holding the spatula like it’s offended him somehow. Daniel looks at him over their daughter’s head, and loves him fiercely.

“She is of course the biggest girl,” Max says. Ellie grins proudly. “Why don’t you give Daddy your present now, then we will finish your pancakes.”

Daniel watches her grey-blue eyes light up like she’s just now remembering why she came running at him in the first place. She reaches a chubby hand into the bib pocket on her overalls, embroidered Enchanté script stretching as she roots around and produces a string of brightly-colored plastic beads. She holds it out to him expectantly.

Daniel takes the strand delicately in hand, wraps it around the backs of his fingers and rotates his wrist to get a good look. It’s a necklace, probably more of a choker given its relatively small circumference, the fat pony beads the only real indication it was made by a child. The powder pink and fuchsia beads are separated by interspersed pearlescent white orbs and clear sparkly stars. Smack in the center is a single number bead, a glittery pink three.

“Jeepers, did you make this for me? It’s beautiful!” Daniel says, and means it. He’s already been wanting to talk to his team about adding a jewelry collection to a future drop, and what better inspiration?

Ellie nods excitedly. “Papa helped me do a…,” she pauses, squints and tilts her little head, searching for the word, “…a pattern!”

“We made it the other day, while you were out with Blake,” Max chimes in. “For good luck.” He sounds almost bashful, like maybe it wasn’t their daughter’s idea in the first place. Daniel’s heart is so swollen it’s threatening to leak out through the gaps in his ribcage.

“How’d I get so lucky, huh?” Daniel muses, softly, mostly to himself. He stretches the elastic over his head, feels the smooth plastic three settle in the hollow of his throat. His pulse thrums evenly against it, grounding.

He flashes his biggest smile at his family. “How do I look?”

“Pretty, Daddy!” Ellie throws herself forward again, wrapping her arms around Daniel’s neck. It leaves him locking eyes with Max, who’s gazing down at the two of them like nothing else in the universe exists. Daniel can never quite get used to that look—still feels butterflies dancing up the back of his throat, his stomach dropped into a glorious freefall.

“Beautiful, Daniel,” Max says, reverent. “Always.”

[strewwwberry]

I need a binggeyuan fic where it's post bingge vs bingmei, and it's the classic bingge goes searching for a sqq of his own finds sy yada yada

BUT

First of all, Time in this world isn't lagged behind or something

And second of all, The ONLY and BIGGEST difference between the sqq sy and china sy is that china sy IS STILL ALIVE

and we know that shen yuan died early 20's I like to headcanon he's around 21-22 when he died, it was like 3 years before immortal alliance conference and I think bingmei spent 3 years in the abyss so sy would be 27-28 and then plant coma happens for 5 years so svsss sy is still in like 27-28 mentally but technically is around 32-33

Soooo

STILL ALIVE SY WOULD BE 33 ISH

NOT OLD AND LIKE PEOPLE CAN OBSESS FOR YEARS BUT IT WOULD BE SO FUNNY IF SY THINKS OF PIDW AS A PHASE

LIKE THAT WOULD BE AMAZING (and honestly pretty in character like obsessing over something until it's squeezed dry and then moving on, sounds pretty sy to me, at least in my headcanons lmao)

oh yeah and the bingge shows up like

"I want you, love me"

And sy, with eyebags, scruffy but in like a "messy bun" way (not bad scruffy like serving cunt scruffy), maybe he has a job coz his parents threatened to cut him off if he continues to just leech off them past 25,

Is just sat there, on his laptop probably reading another webnivel like

"Wtf, why did some xianxia demon style guy show up in my room, you remind me of that guy from a novel phase I had 🤔ᴴᴹᴹᴹ"

Better again if he's like half way there to realizing he's gay, maybe he goes around and if someone asks he's like "pretty sure I'm bisexual? Is that what it's called? Yeah? Yeah okay"

You know, 13 years of obsessing over sexy men on the internet and having a younger sister who's in the know, and the addition of 2 older brothers who his meimei definitely coerced into nagging at sy, will probably get at least a little cog going ykyk

So yeah I need it.

I'mma just a spiral into my corner about this

I can't write so I'm just drawing my shitty little drawings of my little scrubklys