#but I had to get it out

[lolotr]

I'm genuinely devastated about DBD being canceled. but more than that, I'm ANGRY.

what's the plan, Netflix? you're mad that new people aren't signing up because you're so ubiquitous that everyone on earth who wants an account already has one, so instead of focusing on retaining your current viewers, you piss them off? snap up cool projects so other networks can't have them and then cancel them after a single season? how is this a good business model in the short OR long term?

I will not be giving them my money or my eyeballs anymore. and maybe they will use that as evidence that they shouldn't make any more queer shows. maybe they will use that as an excuse to cancel them. but if a good show with thousands of dedicated fans doesn't merit a second season, I don't trust them with future projects.

[codenamesazanka]

Spinner hadn't wanted to make it a comic at first. He wasn't going to listen to that kid; wasn't going to listen Shigaraki's killer.

One day, though, Spinner realizes a fact that brings him to his knees, bracing himself against the floor as the Body Bulk quirk threatens to burst out.

He has no picture of Shigaraki. He has no picture of the League. The best anyone could capture were news and security camera footage, aerial shots from helicopters high above the battles - all blurry at zoom-in, grainy and distant and ugly. They were early shots of Shigaraki, one of the hands blocking his face; else they were war shots, the hours before his death.

Only in his head could Spinner see the man he knew - the hand off, unmasked; locks of dirty hair falling onto his face; eyes ring with scars that would make him look eternally tired, if not for how his red eyes shined sharp and alert. Shigaraki had a mole on the left side of his chin. Shigaraki had a smile that took on the world.

There were no pictures in the world of Shigaraki as Spinner knew him.

He would have to make his own.

[ashbeneviento]

Hey so ✨rant time✨ about the village fandom (again, sorry y’all)

This post will contain dark themes so TW:R*pe, Dubious consent, kinks such as somno under the ***

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It’s totally fine to not be into CNC, or related kinks such as somno or DC. It’s totally fine to not want to read about them either! HOWEVER

What is not fine is to pretend that properly tagged fics are out there to get you. You see the tag, you move on. You aren’t exposed to it unless you CLICK. TO. READ. THEM. It’s not fine to proclaim that we are doing a disservice to the characters by writing them in such ways. It’s also not a disservice to actual victims to enjoy, or even write about said themes. Most of the people who write these fics, if not all, are victims themselves. Most of the people who enjoy reading these fics are also victims. I am one of those people! It is not only a healthy outlet for me, it’s also just.. normal? To have these kinks. (Also sometimes the story includes it purely for plot purposes and isn’t always the main theme for the story)

Keep in mind that these are villains who torture and canonically murder innocent people. They are mutants, creatures, monsters..that alone is “taboo” if you find them attractive. They aren’t sunshine and rainbows, y’all. They are going to do dark, villainous things because they are dark and villainous. I enjoy the soft, fluffy and sweet HC’s too. And when I want to read those I purposely search for those tags. You have tools to work around your triggers. Tag blocking, muted words, filtered searches that will take you to your destination. If you happen to see tags that you don’t vibe with, it is your responsibility to scroll. What we aren’t going to do is try and dictate what “safe media” is because that leads down a very slippery slope of censorship.

And I get it! I used to feel the same way. This isn’t me being like “the real world doesn’t have trigger warnings” because it absolutely does. What matters is what you do with them, though. You cannot prepare yourself for them happening out of your control, no…and it sucks when media doesn’t properly inform you of its content, but it’s your responsibility to practice online safety as well. Tags are a great example of putting it into practice.

It’s just kinda off to be surprised that a fandom for a horror game that includes really evil characters.. writes them as evil? We all experience our traumas differently and there’s no right or wrong way unless you are purposefully hurting others. Hopefully this doesn’t come across as mean but I genuinely hope my message gets through.

Thank you and good time zone to you all

[isildursestrid]

Thinking about A Quiet Place: Day One and hurting myself by imagining Eric and Samira as Orpheus and Eurydice respectively, interchangeably.

Eurydice has already been bitten by the snake (Samira’s terminal cancer) Orpheus making his journey to the Underworld (Eric going to get Sam’s medicine), Orpheus trying to bring Eurydice from death to life (Eric getting Patsy’s pizza, them having a drink, Eric’s magic trick) but Orpheus looked back to make sure she was real (Eric looking over his shoulder as he jumped off the pier into the water) but she was already lost.

Eurydice waiting in the Underworld for Orpheus (Eric in the darkness, alone contemplating suicide), Orpheus’s grief sending him to the Underworld (Samira knowing death was on her doorstep but still looking for Patsy’s pizza), Orpheus’s song leading Eurydice out of the Underworld (Sam’s voice under the rain saving Eric/her poetry reminding him of his humanity), Orpheus looking over his shoulder (Sam saving Eric by leading him through the flooded subway tunnel, letting him go even though she wanted him to stay).

They helped each other come to grips with hope and love, and the cost of both; life and death.

[unsalted-thoughts]

KEL OMORI AND DAISUKE MOUTHWASHING WOULD BE ONE OF THE GREATEST FRIENDSHIPS IN HISTORY

[bjs-dumb-hat]

one of my favorite hawkeye things is when he lifts his arm up for whatever reason, and u get a little peek at his muffin top…

[straw-beri-jam]

Drrr-kuramerukagari post ketsu swap au

Basically iseya/eiwajima switching places with izaya/shizuo

I’ve never really posted abt things before and this is the first time I’m attempting to write abt something in such detail, so please bear with me🥲

I want to emphasize that this is all post ketsu but prob before sh and sunset novels bc I’m literally ignoring some characters.

Iseya is shocked to find himself in a wheelchair, looks for the one person he knows and trusts, eiwajima, only to find someone slightly different, in appearance and also behavior. When they meet he looks at him like he’s grown a second head, the wheelchair shocks him too but he also wasn’t expecting izaya to just appear in front of him with no purpose. Iseya just looks at him, comments on the hair that while he does look good blonde he prefers his natural brown.

Shizuo thinks he’s playing games so he shouts and takes a step closer and they’re both shocked to see izayas body tremble. Iseya gets glimpses of the battle in his head, his mind repeating the events over and over again and he understands. They’re not together, they’re hardly even friends. They’re enemies. How he can’t even begin to understand, how he could come to hate this man? He’s so much like eiwajima, just with sharper edges.

He takes a look around people are staring and whispering, some recognize them both and think they’re gonna get into a fight. He doesn’t like hearing them talk, despite his love for people he doesn’t really want to be seen right now, not in front of him like this when everything’s so complicated but also not. He doesn’t really know what to do now. He wanted to confine in the one person he knew he could talk to, but that person doesn’t exist the way he does in his memories.

Shizuo doesn’t understand what’s going through the fleas head but he can see him thinking. He almost looks sad, which is weird because izaya would never show emotion, especially not to him.

Iseya understands their rivalry more or less because despite everything it’s still them, so he tells him that he remembers him differently but he doesnt want to hurt him. He wants to learn more about him. He doesn’t know how long he’ll stay here or even how he came here, but he knew from the start that something was different. And so if he’s gonna have to stay here it’ll be with this alternate version of eiwajima, whatever their past may have been.

Shizuo is dumbfounded but agrees bc this guy, whoever he is, seems much easier to get along w than izaya, or maybe it’s just a side of izaya he never got the chance to see. (Or maybe in the very back of his mind he’s actually still playing games w him)

After talking (he realizes that this being a lie is too much of a stretch even for izaya) he feels sad to find out that they exists somewhere and they’re together, they’re friends they talk and laugh and are happy. Iseya, he calls himself, tells him about eiwajima and how he is, what his life is like and he is so jealous of his alternate self because he really is living the life he’s wanted since he found out he had this cursed strength.

He feels this loss, that he could have had that if he tried hard enough. The voice in his head telling him that eiwajima makes iseya feel good while he put izaya in a wheelchair. Eiwajima has wooed iseya while he scared izaya away. He really wonders if he has anything in common with the guy, but he must because iseya is staring at him like he’s holding the sun.

Iseya kisses him at some point and shizuo finds he doesn’t know what he’ll do when this guy leaves because he’s really enjoying their time together.

Alternatively if it’s eiwajima switching places, he’s rather confused at the hair and doesn’t like hearing people talk abt him while he walks, it seems they have nothing nice to say and they all avoid him like he’d crush them with his glance.

Of course he seeks out iseya only find a wheelchair bound man who feels like iseya but has a very unsettling vibe. He is obviously wounded if the wheelchair wasn’t enough to go by but apart from that the man freezes at his appearance and is trembling.

He immediately realizes that they don’t share the same relationship and past he knows to be true. What’s more they not only don’t get along but things have escalated between them so far that he’s managed to traumatize the man before him.

He doesn’t know what the best course of action here is, he doesn’t want to speak for alternate him because he doesn’t quite understand the extent of their situation, but “iseya” looks at him with such hatred and demands answers that he quite frankly doesn’t have.

He decides to come clean bc he couldn’t pretend to hate him even if he tried. He explains who he is and what he actually wanted by coming here and alternate iseya is so confused. He starts ridiculing him and it does kinda piss him off but when he accidentally punches a hole through the wall in frustration and “iseya” freezes again all his anger goes away.

He tells him that he cares about him. That despite what they’ve been through here he misses iseya and wants to see him. He tells him that they’re alike in some ways and he finds them endearing and wouldn’t trade what he has w iseya for anything. That they’re happy.

Izaya looks so bitter and hates that what this fake Shizu-chan is saying actually makes him want it, he realizes that he might be jealous and gets pisses bc as if he’d be jealous. He tells fake shizu that fake him is prob just lying to him and actually hates him but he’s hiding it to use him for his own advantage, bc that’s what kind of person he is really and if they’re anything alike then that’s what’s gonna happen.

Eiwajima just gives him a sad smile (which pisses izaya off even more). He knows what the words mean, that the world he’s describing, his home, is making the other man emotional. He strongly and confidently says that iseya loves him and he knows it. It’s not possible to fake their kind of love, and he doesn’t mind being used by that man, they love eachother and that’s all that really matters.

Izaya has never hated anyone more than this man before. He’s so much worse than shizu-chan bc he doesn’t get angry, he doesn’t react to anything he just sits there, spouts all this nonsense and looks at him like he’s actually in love w him and he really doesn’t know how to get out of this situation, he doesn’t want to be here but he’s so incredibly curious abt their life. He knows this guy is telling the truth but he refuses to believe it bc it seems so dreamlike and unreal, he can’t fathom being happy as described, much less with this man.

Eiwajima wants to stay with him, despite the fact that he didn’t actually do anything to bring this man such pain he still sees the emotions swimming around in his eyes and he wants to help him. Despite the fact that it’s not his iseya, it’s still this worlds version of him and that’s enough for him to try and fix whatever they have going on, or at least help in some way. He tries to get close, as close as he’s allowed and talks about whatever he remembers from his home, all things almost always leading to iseya of course. He tries various topics hoping the other will come in at some point and they’ll have a normal conversation, as normal as it can get anyways.

Izaya eventually does, they talk like they’re friends. Izaya can’t comprehend what’s happening but he’s trying not to think about, fake Shizu-chan is interesting, he likes hearing about this world of theirs and his life there, he realizes that he’s having a casual conversation and it’s easy too he’s easy to talk to and listen to. He’s enjoying this more than he originally thought he would. He wonders if his Shizu-chan is this nice to be around when he’s not throwing things at him, which he knows is probably true, he just has never been on the receiving end of shizuo’s kindness. However this “eiwajima” he’s very charming, and he can’t seem to look away from those eyes.

Idk where this is going but yeah I just want them to find out abt their alternate lives separately and cry abt how miserable they are. Maybe they would try to find each other and start over (in a sense) after this happens so they can actually make a happy ending for themselves (or a happy new beginning)

them actually swapping places makes it hurt more since they’re inserted into this foreign world. They would both be shocked to find their supposed enemy sleeping next to them and the ppl around them liking them, I don’t think they’d ruin anything, well maybe izaya would try depending on what would happen but I don’t think he’d would want to make these ppl hate alternate him even just to spite him bc they prob wouldn’t, I mean they know what he’s like and they like him so…

shizu would be so shocked to see ppl liking him random ppl not afraid of him but wanting him around, he’d be afraid to talk to them so as not to hurt them. And then as far as their relationship goes they’d be happy but also sad that they can’t have it.

Overall it would mostly be sad (bc as it seems I love angst), heartbreaking really, to see what they could have had but weren’t as lucky as the other two. There’s a lot of reasons as to why the two of them never really got the chance to get along (which I’m not gonna get into now bc that’s a whole other story and lots of ppl have already made theories on it) but I think that seeing versions of themselves happy and well is like a slap in the face bc had their circumstances been different they could have had that, had they tried to do things differently they could have had something similar.

This has been in my head for a while (post ketsu usually is on repeat) and I really had to get it out bc it’s too much, and it turned into a whole ass essay🥲 this is the first time I’m attempting this tho so pls don’t look into it too much, it’s a mess of thoughts that I can’t quite put together. I apologize if there’s any mistakes or holes in it, it’s def ooc so yeah…

Thank u to anyone who decided to read it and made it this far! If theres anything anyone wants to add pls go right ahead I’m starving for these boys. Thanks again for reading! 🥰

[panchulien]

Had to let it out my system. Injured Nikolai. Abrupt ending because I couldn't stand my writing any longer.

Two months. Two months since Price had last heard from Nikolai. Normally it wouldn't be unusual, they've gone longer without seeing or talking to each other. It was expected, they were used to it, given the nature of their respective jobs, both were busy men who had little to no time to themselves let alone each other. But even then, the two would have some idea about what the other was doing, whether they were alive or not.

Price wasn't worried at first. He knew what Nikolai did for a living wasn't very... conventional. Man had his secrets, his own ways of doing things. And it seemed to be going well for him. Price didn't question it. Maybe he simply just went for another job without notifying Price, maybe the mission took longer than usual. A late night phone call to Syd did confirm his suspicions, but wasn't enough to settle down his nerves. Syd had told him that Nikolai did, in fact, leave for a job, but he was solo. John didn't like the sound of that.

"He left me in charge. Muttered something about it being 'personal'. I don't know. I'm sure he can handle himself, Captain." was what Syd had told him.

Price just muttered a 'thank you' and hung up. It was fine. Nikolai dealt with shady business all the time. He was sure Nikolai had his reasons.

And so Price gave him another week. Waited patiently for a word. Just in case he had people after him and had to lay low. Maybe he was hiding in one of his safe houses. Whatever it was, Price was certain Nikolai knew what he was doing. Although the uncomfortable feeling in his gut never quite went away.

"I've been managing the operations just fine, Captain, but I'm starting to worry as well. Do you have any idea where he might have gone?" Syd had told him over the phone one night. Price mindlessly tapped on the desk with his finger, contemplating.

"No signal from any of the Chimera safe houses?"

"None. Have you talked to Laswell?"

"Nah. Haven't yet. She's got bigger things on her plate." John replied, "I got one last idea. If that fails, we ring the alarm bells." A nod from Syd, the end of their phone call.

**

It was John's last resort. It was why John wasn't panicking just yet. The tiny shack somewhere only the two of them knew. Not even Laswell. It was their little secret. Sometimes they'd come here for fishing, a hidden 'safe house' in the woods near a lake, just for the two of them.

Two bloody months. If he's there and alive, I'm gonna kill him myself, John thought to himself.

And he was, he was there. Currently on the floor. Bleeding. John didn't need to know that yet, though.

He drove as fast as he can, feeling uneasy in his stomach. If Nikolai wasn't there, he actually wasn't sure what he'd do. Go after himself? Alert the others? We'll see.

He pulled over near the small shack in the woods, covered by the trees, almost impossible to spot. John felt a familiar warmth at the sight of it. They'd made some good memories there.

Approaching the door, he paused. It was already slightly open. A break in?

A shouted swear from the inside pulled John from his thoughts. He pulled out his gun, carefully approaching the door and letting himself in.

It was cold and wet, things were scattered inside. Someone had been here. John braced himself for whatever as he approached the main room, his finger steady on the trigger.

A broken sob came from inside, along with muttered curses in Russian. John would recognize that voice anywhere.

"Nik?" He lowered his gun as he pushed the door open in a hurry, stopping in his tracks as he took in the sight before him.

There Nikolai sat by the wall, needle and thread in his shaky hands, blood soaking the floor. Blood dripping from a seemingly deep cut on his arm. He looked drained, dark circles under his eyes, tears from wide blown eyes wetting his cheeks, looking up at John.

"John? What are you..." He sounded weak. Pained. John's heart clenched at the sight. What the hell had happened? How long had he been here?

Rushing over to him, John dropped to his knees, hands immediately on the man before him. Checking for any other major injuries. He was confused, he had a thousand questions running through his head. But most important of all, Nikolai was alive. Battered and bruised, but he was alive.

Nikolai's eyes fluttered, like he couldn't believe John was there. "What are you doing here?" He rasped quietly. God, he looked like a mess.

John didn't even know where to start. He raised one hand to hold Nikolai's cheek, tapping on it to get his attention. "Nik. Nikolai. Stay with me. Focus. We're gonna go get some help." He looked down at Nikolai's arm. "Christ, you... You were trying to stitch that on your own?" His voice came sharper than he intended, filled with shock and concern.

Nikolai looked on the brink of passing out, but he still managed to smile slightly. It quickly turned into a pained wince though. "I had it under.. under control, Captain. You shouldn't have come."

Price reached for Nikolai's trembling hands and grabbed the needle. Before they got out of there, it'd probably be wise to close the wound up. It seemed like Nikolai already tried to clean the wound, but the bleeding just wouldn't stop.

"Fuck's sake, Nikolai. We had an agreement." He cursed under his breath as he worked on the wound, the broken whimpers coming from the man below shattering his heart.

"Something happens, you come to me. You don't just go off on your own and handle things. You don't try stitching your own wounds. How many times has it been?" He couldn't help the crack in his voice. "You could've died, Nik."

Nikolai's face scrunched in a wince as Price worked on stitching him up, it was far from good but for the meantime it would do. Nikolai sniffed, "And yet you save me once again" He tried to joke.

It wasn't the first time they'd done this. There had been many instances where they saved each other, but most of them were on ops they did together, life and death situations. This, although rare, was John's least favorite. John knew Nikolai was a closed off person, wasn't fond of relying on others for help, so he would often try solving his own problems in private. He'd go to hell and back for the people he loved, but receiving the same kind of attention seemed strange to him. This wasn't the first time Price had found him lying on the floor, bleeding. Nikolai hated being seen as weak. Hated asking for help. And it'd always come back to bite him in the ass as an emergency situation like this. Leave it to Price to clean the mess. Ironic fucking paradox, isn't it?

"Fucking hell, Nik." He finished closing up the wound and moved his hand to hold Nik's in his own. He was trembling, cold. They were gonna have a long talk about trust and safety when all of this was over, but for now Price focused on the man in front of him. He looked pale and thin, eyes missing that familiar warmth. Price felt a pang of guilt and sadness in his chest. He should've come sooner. He should've checked, thought of something sooner. Price grabbed Nik's face, pressing their foreheads together. "You scared me to death."

Nikolai let out a shuddering breath, fresh tears forming in his eyes. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." came barely audible.

"I'm glad you're alive." Price whispered before pressing a kiss to his head. "Don't ever pull that shit on me again, okay? We're partners. We lean on each other. Don't just go off on your own without a word. Please."

Price pulled Nikolai close, letting his head fall to his chest, holding the sobbing man in his arms.

Hospital visit first, then a long honest conversation is on the way, John thought.

[insextras]

It always annoyed me when people would say jubilee is useless because her power is to "make fireworks". First of all, it's not fireworks. It's plasma that mimics fireworks. Second of all, even if they were actual pyrotechnics did y'all forget that fireworks are literal bombs? That can grievously injure or outright kill you if used incorrectly? The idea that "it's just fireworks" is cool until you're blind, partially deaf and/or covered in 3rd degree burns, then what?

[warmchrysanthemum]

Toxic yuri, or as I like to call it League of Lesbians.

[epickiya722]

Dabi really took 🎶 'Cause you're hot 🔥 then you're cold ❄ 🎶 to heart

[snappedsky]

I’ve been rereading Paranatural and just had an epiphany.

Could Lefty be Davy Jones’ lost hand? He’s got the same spectral energy Davy had in brief flashbacks. And given Lefty’s parental protection of PJ, could PJ be a long dead son of Davy’s? He kind of looks like Cody and the J could stand for Jones.

[miriamforster]

Do you see my vision????

Part 2

[naminethewitch]

I've been listening to this song a few times in a row now and... it so gives Logan and Remus vibes. At least in the worst timeline of where canon is heading. I mean:

Strike first Make it hurt When everyone assumes the worst I never have to say I'm sorry

Spiteful Ruinous I'm all things you feared I was Another villain in your story

You think that I'm a spitfire? You should Afraid you're on my bad side? That's good If I wanted to end you I could I could

I'm sinking down If you only knew how hard it is For me to climb out I'm kicking and screaming But no one can hear me So what happens now? The shadows are creeping in I didn't ask forI didn't ask for this

Logan, ignored so often, decides to change his tactics, Logan is orange theory vibes right there. He's not going to take it anymore and strikes back...

Cold rage Hides the shame Of images I can't escape Scars that live under the surface

It's strange What I became When part of me was ripped away And replaced with something worthless

You think that I'm a spitfire? You should Afraid you're on my bad side? That's good If I wanted to end you I could I could

I'm sinking down If you only knew how hard it is For me to climb out I'm kicking and screaming But no one can hear me So what happens now? The shadows are creeping in I didn't ask for I didn't ask for this

Remus, with the intrusive thoughts that plague Thomas, ripped apart from his twin and deemed the bad version of creativity. He decides to embrace it and loses himself in the morbid ideas.

Take what's left Of my fractured heart Bloodstained 'cause The pieces are so sharp

Take what's left Of my fractured heart Bloodstained 'cause The pieces are so sharp

I'm sinking down If you only knew how hard it is For me to climb out I'm kicking and screaming But no one can hear me So what happens now? The shadows are creeping in I didn't ask for I didn't ask for this

Never forget I didn't ask for this

Both of them, trying to reach Thomas in a desperate plea to be heard.

[katvara]

I stayed up way too late writing this.

Inspired by this tweet:

[beingatoaster]

"there IS rape in this but I felt gross using the archive warning" bud. buddy. pal. that's not how it works. if you don't want to use that warning you use Choose Not To Warn, you don't just add it in additional tags like that. congrats, you just eliminated everyone's ability to easily filter that content out!