#but i might do it anyway

[satsumassoup]

What if I-

[edenfire]

💚🌻 aimai friendship 🌻💚

for those who don't know, yaguchi is my absolute fave!!! he's such a cutie!~☆ he's got that gap moe that I just die for lol🥰💘💘💞💞

(I should draw yaguchi and akechi together sometime haha)

[punkshort]

Did you see the new photos of Pedro backstage at King Lear on broadway? The photographer has been his friend for over 20yrs and said in the early days about 2005/6 he helped out as her assistant, helping schlep backdrops on the subway, holding lights,etc, until one day in the middle of a shoot they got into a huge fight bc she was being too bossy and he stormed out 🤣🤣!! I don’t know why but I would love to get a rise outta him, plus would love to see him mad cos he’s said on a few interviews he has a temper

I did see those pics! And I had no idea he used to work for her but I did see that tidbit about them getting into a fight. I can't imagine him having a temper, he always seems so sweet 🥹

But I feel like there's a fic idea in there somewhere 🤔 Reader hired to help out Joel over the summer with construction, he gets too bossy, they fight, he comes groveling on his hands and knees for forgiveness...

[endofbeginningarchive]

Funniest image on the planet

[hinamie]

10 years later

[niggajotaro]

how it feels to have so many creative ideas and so little motivation to do it

[novelconcepts]

I Saw the TV Glow is such a uniquely, devastatingly queer story. Two queer kids trapped in suburbia. Both of them sensing something isn’t quite right with their lives. Both of them knowing that wrongness could kill them. One of them getting out, trying on new names, new places, new ways of being. Trying to claw her way to fully understanding herself, trying to grasp the true reality of her existence. Succeeding. Going back to help the other, to try so desperately to rescue an old friend, to show the path forward. Being called crazy. Because, to someone who hasn’t gotten out, even trying seems crazy. Feels crazy. Looks, on the surface, like dying.

And to have that other queer kid be so terrified of the internal revolution that is accepting himself that he inadvertently stays buried. Stays in a situation that will suffocate him. Choke the life out of him. Choke the joy out of him. Have him so terrified of possibly being crazy that he, instead, lives with a repression so extreme, it quite literally is killing him. And still, still, he apologizes for it. Apologizes over and over and over, to people who don’t see him. Who never have. Who never will. Because it’s better than being crazy. Because it’s safer than digging his way out. Killing the image everyone sees to rise again as something free and true and authentic. My god. My god, this movie. It shattered me.

[what-am-i-doing-in-this-fandom]

MOREE because I actually can't stop, guys help

Anyways yeah the portal thing still happened in this universe 🙏 now they can live together for 30 years fixing it! Hooray!!

Previous!!

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First!!

[starzknight]

So do i hate this but i feel like if i spend more time on it my head will explode, plus my professor might actually kill me if i don't finish my essay today só yeah here it is i guess

[starry-bi-sky]

I am loudly pushing the batdad agenda i am loudly pushing the— DPxDC Prompt

“Woah. You look like shit."

Granted, that’s probably not the first thing Danny should be saying to the guy that just bit the curb, but in his defense; he’s not running on 100% right now either.

The man -- tall, towering, and broader than Danny is tall -- whips around on his heel, black frayed cape flaring out impressively. Danny would've whistled in appreciation, but he takes the time instead to wipe the back of his hand across his mouth, smearing the blood running from his nose across his cheek.

"Sorry." He blinks widely, not even flinching as the man with the horns zeroes in on him. "That was rude of me. I have a really bad brain-to-mouth filter; Sam says its what always gets me into trouble."

And she's not wrong either, per say. His smart mouth is what landed him in this situation -- with blood blossom extract running through his veins and cannibalizing the ectoplasm in his bloodstream. Thanks Vlad.

The man grunts at him; a short, curt "hm" that shouldn't make Danny smile, but he does because he's somewhat delirious and probably concussed. The man keeps some kind of distance, sinking towards the shadows of Gotham's alleyway like he dares to melt right into it.

If it's supposed to scare Danny, it doesn't work. Danny's never been afraid of the dark; he's always been able to hide himself in it. He blinks slowly at the mass of shadows.

"You look hurt." The shadows says, blurring together around the edges. Danny squints, and licks his lips to get the blood dripping down his chin off. Ugh, he hates the taste of blood.

"I am." He says, "My godfather poisoned me. M'dying." The agony of the blood blossom eating him from the inside out looped back around to numbing a while ago, so all he feels is half-awake and dazed.

"Hey," Danny stumbles forward towards the man, a bloodied hand reaching out to him. "You-- you're a hero, right? You're not attacking me; which is more than I can say for most costumed people I've met." Maybe it's a poor bar to judge someone at, but he's already established that Danny's not in his right mind.

The man makes no change in expression, but Danny realizes blearily that it's hard to tell with the shadows on his face. He stays still long enough for Danny to latch onto the cape -- stretchy, but almost soft under his fingers.

He looks up blearily into the whites of the man's eyes. "Can you help me? I don't-- I don't wanna die." Again. He doesn't wanna die again. He blinks slow and lizard-like. "I mean- I'll probably get to see mom and dad again, but I told them I'd at least try and make it to adulthood."

There's a clatter down the street, and Danny's ghost sense chills up his spine and leaves a bitter, ashy taste in his mouth. He immediately knows who it belongs to even before the deceptively gentle; "Daniel?" echoes down the way.

"Daniel? Quit your games, badger, Gotham is dangerous for children."

Danny's mouth pulls back, and blood spills against his tongue. "Please." He rasps, and grabs onto the shadow's cape with both hands. "Please. He's going to kill me. Please--"

"Daniel? Is that you?"

His lips part, dragging in air to plead with the darkness again. He doesn't need to, the whites of his eyes narrow, and the cape whirls around him before Danny can blink. Soon swaddled in shadows, the Night lifts him up, and steals him away.

[kaahmbem]

legend has it that the young witch circe and the once beautiful nymph scylla shared a complicated past...

[zoroapologist]

Would it be crazy to reread OP once I’m caught up and do a chapter by chapter liveblog? Probably

[potato-lord-but-not]

TRUST CEREMONY

[egophiliac]

bring your son to work day

[legolambi]

say it with me melvik pre series toxic situationship

[hinamie]

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