#at least it’s good angst

[snottertooder]

Can Jason put Bruce into a jigsaw trap everytime anyone rememberes the events of Batman and Robin (2011) #20

[hypnoticmoth]

Some sketches of Vox’s life after he lost everything, as he tries to get his life back together (and eventually his fellow Vees)

The sorta context is here ~

[kitamars]

remains

[ghosty-scribblings]

Okay I am just gonna throw something out because I got to thinking about and what is this blog for if not to yell into the void?

Danny gets hired as a janitor at the Daily Planet. It's just a job, something to make money and not clash schedules with his Metopolis Community College classes. But while working there he meets this reporter who is definitely also not fully human.

Does danny care? Nah. Not causing problems. None of his business. Not his circus not his monkeys.

But imagine the hijinks.

Clark? Initially confused but also glad at meeting someone so chill? One story about the ecto-weenies later and he has to know more. Let these two goobers bond over "what is my life" and "ya got a little not normal right there." This Danny guy is just a chill civilian friend he doesn't have to hide from.

And Danny? Staying-in-his-lane and sleep-deprived-college-studenting so hard he doesn't even realize his fellow not-baseline-human friend is Superman. Clark is just his friend who is also trying to be Normal.

[jwisun]

bf dreamies misunderstanding and thinking reader cheated on them, is mean to reader. then when they find out the truth they grovel for reader's forgiveness (if its too long for all the members can u make it for either jeno or jisung pls, but doing it for all the members would be appreciated)

angst is my SPECIALTY!! thank u anon

(gn!reader. warning for the obvious, cursing, cheating, angst, all that jazz. sfw!)

mark

renjun

jeno

haechan

jaemin

chenle

jisung

[sygneth]

Something about parallel universes and broken hearts

My main inspiration was "Nobody" by Hozier, though this lovely piece of art finally pushed me to draw it.

[sunnyknight-original]

“Youve all been so strong, Pomni. And If you could get through this, you can do anything!”

IM GONNA WAIL AT A VERY SOCIALLY UNACCEPTABLE VOLUME!!!

I was rewatching episode 3 the other day and thought back to the idea that each episode has little bits of Caine in them and then I-

I might do this with other scenes in other episodes, making silly little pretend parallels

It was sm fun to make because its so hard to imagine canon Pomni being genuinely concerned about what will happen to Caine after they leave. I REALLY WANT HER TO BE, AND I HAVE HOPE THAT THEY’LL CONNECT IN SOME WAY BEFORE THE END!!! But since nothing like that has even been hinted at (yet…) i gotta rely on my own ideas (GROSS!)

Ive also been taking a lot from and generally being obsessed with Wall-E, since omg Caine is so Wall-E (a robot that is stuck doing what its been made for, but has also built a life for itself around that, despite its creators abandoning them long ago) (CAINE LITERALLY MAKES CHILL SPACES FOR HIMSELF SEEN IN THE PILOT, LIKE THIS MAN IS WEIRDLY SENTIENT BUT ALSO NOT AND ITS BOGGLING MY MIND)

So anywho I stole “It only takes a moment” and am planning on doing something with it, but this is the general vibe/idea I played with on Magma with my buddy @starrysquire

only valid reaction to that information

[charly-pompom]

Thinking about you

Reading from ➡️ Left to Right ➡️

This was my gift for @priestessofpie for the Secret Santa Event! More cool events like this you can find here @obeymevents ❤️

[landedinpayne]

in case you are in the mood to feel devastated here’s an alternate way of viewing charles’ response to edwin’s confession:

we know that charles kinda puts edwin on a pedestal- yes they are partners but there is a bit of a hierarchy between them. charles just looks up to and admires edwin in so many ways while constantly looking down on and being really hard on himself. he puts on his big happy persona because he thinks that people wouldn’t like him if they actually got to know him.

so when edwin confesses, it’s like a blow to him. he took his charming persona too far and went and tricked the most important person in the world into thinking he was worthy of love. and it’s worse because he does love edwin in that way, which is exactly why he can’t let him know that. charles still believes that he is like his dad, and he saw exactly what his parents’ relationship did to his mother.

he thinks that loving edwin in the way that he wants to would only cause more pain to this boy who has already been through far more than he deserves. so he blinks back his tears, attempts the same charming smile he’s used all these years, and dishes out the gentlest non-rejection in the history of forever

[tys-kitty]

Reading Lady Midnight thinking Kit is finally a Herondale with emotional intelligence. Then reading about him kissing Livvy while thirsting after Ty in Lord of Shadows. And then reading about him leavimg the country after feeling rejected in QOAAD.

We. Just. Can‘t. Win.

[kerizaret]

I know i like to joke around that haha tsukasa scared of bugs haha funny loser, but please do remember and be mindful of people irl with fears that might seem silly or petty to you, because you never know how it truly makes them feel

[levemetal]

Day 2: Timeloop / Xiao Qi and Jiu Ge

I am cringe and I am not even free

Feel free to reuse this idea but 24 hours are not enough for me to finish an entire comic. I could have taken the simpler prompt but nOOOOOO timeloop is too tempting. Past me why are we like this

[on-the-clear-blue]

Dinner at Jason's pt1

Hail and snow pounded against the windows of the safe house, inside was sparsely decorated, a sofa pointed at the built in fire place, a few fake plants stuffed into the corners and of course, the two bruised and battered Vigilantes sprawled across the twin bed pushed up against the corner of the studio apartment.

They had managed to beat Freeze at the nick of time to save the hostages, but hadn't been able to stop the Rouges plan, and now they are suffering under an Amplified snowstorm.

Jason was laying on his back, staring up at the popcorn ceiling, Damian across his chest and huddled close in the cold of the room, they had had to hunker down in the safe house since the snow was coming down so heavily that neither of them could see a foot ahead of them.

Bruce had put his foot down and told them to wait till the storm rolled over or for the JL go figure out something to help with the ecological disaster.

The bruises and cuts didn't bother Jason one bit...what did was the gnawing hunger in his gut.

Hunger wasn't something he was unfamiliar with, years of poverty and living on the streets meant that such things were like an old friend...bit the kind that sold you out and tossed you aside after.

Damian let out a harsh huff and sat up, glaring at Jason for a moment, "I do not particularly enjoy hearing your body make disgusting rumblings Todd, surely you have something in this wretched place to fill your gullet with?"

Jason glared back, his lips pulling down in a frown, "Don't act all fucking high and mighty shortie, I know you are hungry too."

Damian simply narrowed his eyes at the older vigilante, "The League trained me to withstand such simple base desires." The boy huffed yet again, his stomach making a gurgle a moment later, causing a light blush to come across his features "Tt...though my years with Father have dulled those lessons..."

Rolling his eyes, Jason swung his legs off the bed, stumbling over to the small kitchen attached to the apartment, he kept long term stable food in each of his many safe houses thar dotted the city, and this one was no different.

Mind whirling as to what to make as he stared at the slim pickings, clicking his tongue the man snapped his fingers, "Got it!"

Damian, dressed in one of Jason's T-shirts and a pair of shorts that had to be tied tight at the waist to fit, stood at the other side of the island, his clothing had gotten soaked through by the time they had reached the safe house and sadly Jason only had Jason-Sized clothing at his safe house.

"What infernal beings have placed a foul idea in your mind Todd?" The boy spoke haughtily but seemed intrigued by what the man was doing.

Jason shot Damian a withering glare but sighed a minute later, "Potatoe Tacos. I got all the shit for em and they are vegan or vegetarian or what ever the fuck you chose to go by this week."

Damian sneered at that, but let it slide, eyeing the things that Jason was pulling form bare cabinets "Todd...those things have growths. I...I do not think those are fit for consumption "

"Mehhhh don't worry about that, just means you gotta cut then off and boil em longer." Jason says with a wave of his hand, after rinsing off a cutting board that was very much just a cut thing of plywood and a knife that was clearly meant to cut people rather then veggies, Jason set the bag of growing potatoes down, "First things first, break off the eyes...those are what the stem things are called by the way"

Damian simply raised an eyebrow, "I know." (He did not till just then)

Jason shook his head, chucking the eyes to the side and plopping the now prepped potato on the "cutting" board, taking g the knife, he did a quick dice before scooping the pile up and plopping it the pieces down in a pot of water that was being heated on the rickety old stove.

"These bitches are simple, just carb on carb greasy goodness." Once all the potatoes had been cut, the man dumped them into the now steaming water, "Alfie would say you gotta peel the patats and wait till the water is boiling to put em in, but that's fucking dog shit, just slap those tubers in and wait till it boils, gonna take the fucking same time anyway."

Damian watched with a pained expression, "I was under the assumption that Penmyworth knows what he is doing...and why are you explaining such things to me. I do not see a future where I must cook for myself."

"Ahh yous ain't got the fuckin, 'Robin self reliance' training yet have ya? B and Alfie makes all the poor sucker's go through it, thought it was a yearly thing."

Damian had a slight glare on his face, though Jason knew by now it was simply the boys thinking face, "I...do believe that I have seen the others attempt such an endeavor as cooking for themselves, but Father has been busy since my arrival, Richard has been away with his own city, Drake barely comes out from his room outside of being Red Robin, Brown and Thomas I think were deemed 'Acceptable'? I do not know..."

Jason sighed, leaning on the counter himself, "Honestly, it's kinda fun from what I remember, Dickie always made the fucking wackiest shit...tried putting gummy bears in bread, just turned out to taste like fruitloops..."

Jason had a soft smile on his face, and his eyes got s far away look in them, "B thought it was the best thing since sliced bread and Alfie was tearing at his hair thinking about all the scrubbin he would have to do...'some reason people think Dad doesn't know how to cook, he just gets a little stressed with Alfred breathing down his neck, wants to show off and make em proud and all, so he shoots for super complicated shit and just ends up with burnt shit nine times outta ten..."

Jason's smile grew a bit, his eyes drifting down to the counters, Damian stood stock still, he didn't get the chance often to hear about what his father was like, before Todd's death, he couldn't think of his Father getting nervous, making mistakes just to prove himself to Pennyworth...

"But catch Dad on a day where Alfreds sick or out of town? It's just you and him? Makes the best pancakes, somehows always makes em where they have that brown crispy edges, every single one of em...that and some sunny side up eggs? Heh...he always used to pour syrup all over the plate, not caring if the eggs got drenched... said His Pops always did it...said it made em feel closer to the guy..."

Jason's voice slowly faded, a tired sad look of longing in his eyes before they were clenched shut, the man breathing in a shaking breath, "B-But that was a while ago, don't even know why I fucking remember that shit..."

Jason shook his head, pulling away from the counter, clumsily picking up the knife and cutting board before dropping them in the sink, standing there for a moment longer than he needed, staring at the wite void of the snowstorm outside.

Damian stayed silent, letting the older male go through his feeling for as long as he needed, padding around the counter, the boy looked down into the pot (no he did not stand on his toes...lies and slander)

"...Todd are these done?" Damian says finally, looking over to the man, who jumped a bit as the boy spoke, clearly having been lost in his own head "F-Fucks if I know kid, use the spoon over there and stab em, if it goes through with out resistance it's done."

Nodding even though the man wasn't facing him, Damian picked up the black plastic serving spoon and dipped it into the water, swirling the boiling liquid around for a moment before lifting up a piece of potato, stabbing it with a finger, he hissed for a moment at the hot water touching his skin, but pressed on the white vegetable, watching it crumble under slight pressure.

Sticking the burnt finger tip into his mouth, the boy stepped away, letting the spoon fall into the pot, "Tis done Todd, at least the single piece I tested."

Jason seemed to let out a sigh before turning, facing the younger male, his whole body slouched a bit, "M'kay, just gotta drain em and mash em then"

Taking the pots handles in his bare hands, Jason didn't even notice the heat of them in his strangely numb hands, slowly tipping the pot over the sink, the man hummed as more and more water was poured out, since he didn't have a strainer, he did the best he could before putting the pot back down on the stove.

"Alright...now mashing and seasoning..." muttering more to himself than teaching Damian, the man came over to the small upper cupboard, gazing at its inhabitants blankly for a bit.

Pulling out only three bottles he placed them on the counter, "Salt and pepper cus duh. Butyou only really need salt...and cumin that's like...the main flavor for these." Taking the as for mentioned spices, the man sprinkled a liberal amount of them across the water potatoes.

Damian, once more leaned across the counter raises an eyebrow "Why so much? Alfred would not be so careless with...seasoning."

Jason let out an snort, taking a fork from a near by drawer and attack the potatoes to mash them, "As much as I love the old bastard, he is still painfully British, can't handle more than the bare basics with his 'delicate palette'" the last words were spoken in a posh accent, sounding only a little like the esteemed butler.

Damian Tsked, looking to the side as he muttered "This is why the momos nevered tasted right..."

Jason shot the boy a questioning look before shrugging "Couldn't make spicy food to save his life, makes you wonder how Da-...B got used to spice." Damian graciously ignored the way Jason stopped himself, but pressed onword, "Likely by the League and his time abroad, Father confessed one time that he missed the simple bread and stew at the League Barracks...I did not share his nostalgia."

Jasonnlet out a methless laugh, pulling away frommthe pot finally, "Thank God I don't remember that..." his eyes gained the vacant look once more but Damian wasn't going to let his brother remiss on such times.

"So what next, you said greasy so I assume we fry the potatoes some how?" Damian interrupted the older boys thoughts, watching as Jaosn seemed to come back to himself.

"U-Um...yeah...first erm...gotta heat up the tortillas." Jason said, eyes still a bit glassy as he fumbled with the twist on tie of the plastic bag.

Coming around the counter once more, Damian knocked the man's hands aside, noting how much they were shaking now, "Let me, you do not want to aggravate your injuries further Tham you already have."

They both know the worst that Jason got was a nasty bruise on his shoulder from that last fight, but the older boy nodded simply, letting the younger of the two pull the slightly stale corn tortillas out from the bag.

Jason hovered near by for a moment before getting shooed to the side by Damian, "What next Jason?" The boy spoke quieter than before, his brother was clearly in a delicate state, a Damian from when he first arrived at the Wanyes would have surely seized the moment of weakness and struck, but he was not that person anymore, and his Ahki wasn't some obstacle to over come.

Jason seemed to blink uselessly for a moment, his shaking hands, coming up to rub at his eyes, "Fucking hell...I was doing so good...fuck..." the man muttered to himself, "Fuck...just um...heat them up a bit, pans in the um...Un the oven...should be clean."

Jason leaned against the island heavily, he really had been doing better, but for some reason his mind felt hazy and he couldn't focus, did he get hit in the head? Did he not feel it again?

Sometimes he felt as if his body was still dead, moments came and went when he couldn't feel a damn thing, it was as if his whole body was numb, his nervous system lacking any sensation at all.

His thoughts were pushed away as he heard a snap near by, blinking owlishly, he stared as he saw Damian standing in front of him, hands on his hips and a plate of warmed tortillas on the counter "What next Jason?"

Time had slipped from him...how long was it this time? Blinking quickly, the man cleared his throat, "Um...you just um...gotta fill the tortillas up...y-you do that and I'll...I'll fry them. Don't want yous to burn yourself, Dad would be mad if I did."

Damian wanted to say something, to defend his honor, sure he ahd never fried a single thing a day in his life but damn it if he tired he knew he could get it in a single try.

But he didn't want to fight with his brother, not now, now with the way his brothers eyes had a misty green haze in them, nor with how he seemed to be caught between a day dream and reality.

"Hmph. Fine. Do not burn yourself either." Damian settled on, diging around drawers still he found a normal sized spoon and started to smear the potatoes against the tortillas as he watched Jason fumble with the a pan and with a bottle of oil.

Watching carefully, Damian filled the tacos as Jaosn started to fry them, it really was quite simple Damian decided, he could have done it...bit his brother looked to calm himself as he did the repetitive work.

Once all the tortillas had been filled, Damian stood back as Jason piled the freshly fried food onto a paper plate, sliding it across the counter to him, "Just a little salt and...and we're good...don't got no salsa so ain't authentic...gonna um...take you to Pedro on the corner, h-he makes the best...used to feed me em when I was on the streets, didn't want no nothing in return, no touchin nor asking where my momma was...d-dont think he knows it's the same me though."

Damian cast a side ward glance as Jaosn slurred his words, almost drunkenly picking up a taco and chewing it as he speaks from the corner of his mouth.

Damian did as the older boy did, humming as he chewed, pleasantly surprised that it was not only edible but midly tasty.

He could have done without the potatoes skins, being rough and chewy against the soft fluffiness of the white flesh of the tuber, the spices were simple and basic but held a flavor with the richness if the oil and thr crunch of the fried tortilla.

"S'good with green salsa...fresh kind, super fresh..." Jason said, the man was fading fast, eyes still alight with the pits effects.

Once Jason finished his portion, Damian put the rest in the old fridge, ignoring the old condiments and bottles of liquor inside, before tugging at the larger males arm, pulling him back to the bed in the corner.

Jason laid down with out a fight, throughly caught in a pit induced trip down memories, after the food had been put away, Damian played down next to his brother, ear pressed against the man's chest. Counting the number of beats and how quick it raced.

The apartment was silent now, only occasionally filled with the sounds of Jason's ragged breath.

One things that the League installed in Damian that he had never forgot was the art to sleep anywhere, and so he as was pressed close to his brother, Damian softly whispered, "Baba still does...he pours the syrup all over...though...sometimes he adds only a little and adds more each bite...said You used to do that...he still thinks about you Ahki."

[hoshinasblade]

fiction writer!reader who entered a writing contest and realising that the best thing to write about might be just the most cliche topic: love. the only problem is she has never been in love - and for good reason, she is not planning to. desperate for a romantic experience that she can use as a pattern to use in the novel she is trying to write, she met songwriter!hoshina soshiro who is looking for his own muse. writing about it is one thing, but actually falling in love is another. and just when you thought your story could have a happy ending, hoshina's heartbreak songs started to be all about you.

[numbuh424]

shoutout to whatever L and Light had going on in Time Speaks

[cookiedough77]

i love writing angsty fics because haha words CAN hurt you

but also now i have a big fic planned but its gonna take me forevee to write because i take months even writting a oneshot THIS IS SUPPOSED TO BE MULTIPLE CHAPTERS AUGHHHH SOMEONE SEDATE MEEEEEEEE

do focus pills exist?