#but that wasn't my fault

[selfchiller]

I don't want the big art supply facts post bc it is just too huge but I just want to say that I used acrylic paint as face/body paint once for a HS production and it worked like a dream when I tested it so I left my charts with my classmates and fucked off to Cancun for a week, blissfully unaware that the paints were going to bake onto their faces under the stage lights and cause some fairly major problems with removal.

[chutiyaaa]

Setting my goal to read atleast 15 books this year o7

[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.

[estarion]

my suffering continues ... . . .

wip ; verse posters i've been working on for a century .. . .

[pearapeachfuzz]

I'm not responsible for children on the internet. I'm not responsible for children coming into adult spaces, children finding proship content, children with unsupervised internet access, misinformed children, children who don't yet know what sex is, or any other children.

It is YOUR job as a parent to make sure your kids are safe, NOT MINE. I do what I can, but ultimately it's you who needs to protect your kids.

[jdorian]

CRIMINAL MINDS 2.15 | Revelations

[wickedcriminal]

Last Unicorn quote stuck out to me so I gave it to Spider-Fox

(the only person willing to be your friend and he didn't show up until long after you already lost all trust in other people)

[m3lodyxo]

Imagine if you were there durring the riot and got arrested before you could see Silco again. For years you're in Stillwater, thinking about your friends, not even knowing most of them are dead.

You're finally let out and begin to rebuild your life when you get kidnapped and in some room strapped to a chair.

Then you suddenly hear a voice and just freeze.

You guys are left alone in the room and Silco doesn't even know what to do cause you're just standing there, not saying anything.

---------------------------------------------------

Silco: Stop being so stoic {name}

You, approaching him: ...

Silco: Go on, shout, scream, SAY SOMETHING FOR JANNA'S SAKE

You cup his face and smile with tears in your eyes: You're as beautiful as the day I lost you.

Silco: ....

And he just breaks down in your arms because he thought you were gone forever. No one had told him you were in that damned prison. He would've done something to get you out sooner. He thought you were dead like all the rest. That you left him alone after promising him you'd never leave his side. All these years he believed you betrayed him, just like Vander. Leaving him to fend for himself. And here you are now, looking at him as if he hung the stars.

[lizardcake-was-taken]

them...............................

[lazylittledragon]

y'know what. sometimes there is something wrong with you. and i don't mean in a "you are broken and that makes you unworthy" way, just in the "your brain/body does not work the way it's expected to and that's why things are so hard" way

like as someone who grew up constantly being told there was nothing wrong with me and i just had to try harder to clean/socialise/work, knowing i had ADHD earlier would've saved me a LOT of guilt. knowing i have IBS would've prevented a lot of pain/embarrassment from not being able to manage it yet. i wish someone had told me there was a reason i couldn't do things instead of just telling me i was fine. people reassuring me i didn't have any issues to spare me the shame of being "different" only made me feel worse about not being able to function like everyone else!!!

idk sometimes i just wish i knew there was something different about me sooner bc then i would've had an explanation and a way to get better instead of just a lot of self loathing

[inkskinned]

it mattered because when my brother asked me what if this is the happiest you'll ever be? the best you'll ever get? the thing i felt was fear, not peace. everybody thought you were so perfect for me. even i thought you were "helping me grow". i had to challenge every internal clock. make myself more thoughtful, more kind, more beautiful.

i told my therapist it was good because i like the changes i made and there's something so strong about saying i did that. the problem is that i can like the difference all i want, but i changed for you. something akin to getting your name tattooed, all my progress is stamped with fuck you.

it was the happiest i'd ever been and also the best i'd ever gotten. i would still get in the car and think what the fuck just happened.

[somerandomdudelmao]

I tried to download your wonderful fanfic on X, but the posts began to become inaccessible before my eyes 😭 I found this a couple of months ago and fell in love, it's great work! So sad that I didn't find it earlier

I want to ask if you still have it maybe? An AU in which people hunt hybrids.

I have most of it (thanks to other people who's been downloading it). Trying to figure out where to put it now because I lost my respect for X completely. Bluesky maybe. Ao3? Idk yet

[notyoinara]

day 2 - ALIEN STAGE

[fluffyslug]

Tumblr please don't destroy me yes I did draw MD fanart once. In a moment of weakness.

N was just... it was like someone studied me personally and brewed up a "Ya Boi" potion. Everything other than N was just extra.

[copia]

THIRTY-ONE DAYS OF GHOST ⛧ DAY ONE

first song you heard — Mary On A Cross

September 1969; Papa Nihil and the beginning of the Ghost Project take to the stage at the Whiskey a Go Go club in Los Angeles, under the watchful eye of Sister Imperator. Fifty-three years later, in Tampa, Florida, Papa Emeritus the Fourth performs Mary On A Cross, unaware that he is singing the story of his parents—and that of himself.

[lleclerc]

iceman + his concern for maverick post-hop 31