#cam where u at

[aavoiding-you]

CCCCCLAAAAARION

REEEEDESIIIIGN.

[joshuamj]

Been enjoying EoW so far!!

Redraw of this:

[petite-phthora]

Can I kiss you?

[DP x DC fic]

[Love at first... murder? - part 1]

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“—so sorry! I swear I didn’t mean to kill him! It was an accident! He just jumped me out of nowhere and I have had bad experiences with clowns in the past so when I saw it was a clown trying to kidnap me I kinda just panicked and punched him! I swear, dude, I didn’t mean to hit him so hard—“

Jason, much too calmly, likely in some form of shock, rises from the crouched-down position he had been in to check the clown corpse’s pulse.

He had seen the poor, still rambling, twink getting grabbed from a distance and was about to step in as Red Hood, not even having been aware it was the Joker who —shouldn’t he have been in Arkham? There has been no announcement of him breaking out yet— had grabbed the guy until he had run close enough to the scene.

Which was after the guy had already been startled so badly by the Joker trying to kidnap him that he sucker punched the Joker into the wall of the alley so hard the clown died.

Said twink then realized what he had done and that he had a witness, that witness being Red Hood himself, and had started his frenzied speech on how it was an accident and to please don’t take him to jail he’s only just started his scholarship at Gotham U. and he can’t have murder on his track record yet.

Breathless, Jason looks at the nervous twink in front of him, who's still trying to plead his case, and who just obliterated the Joker with a punch.

Before his brain can catch up to his mouth, he’s already cutting the distressed monologuing off.

“Can I kiss you?” He blurts out.

Danny, taken off guard, breaks out of his panicked—oh, Ancients, I just killed someone— stupor and lets out a startled laugh.

“Take me out to dinner first” came the automatic joking reply, Danny still largely in shock of what he did.

Jason, either not picking up on the joking tone or ignoring it, nods seriously, already trying to come up with the best place for a dinner date with the cute twink to thank him for his service to the city.

Danny, who has calmed down slightly by now, glances between the red-helmed vigilante and the clown corpse. His gaze lands on Red Hood and he hesitantly speaks up again.

“So, uh, what happens now? Do I need to go to the station to make a statement orrrr?” He pauses awkwardly.

Jason, who’s still trying to figure out whether the Bat Burger would be a good place for a first date or not, doesn’t reply.

“I’ve got school in the morning and I only have like,” he pauses to check his phone for the time, “3 more hours before I have to be up for my first lesson. Soooo, I’m just gonna go. That cool?”

Again, he waits for a reply. But it doesn’t come.

“Right. Cool cool. Uh, see you later? Mr. Red Hood dude sir?” Danny gives a clumsy and awkward salute before turning tail and speed-walking away.

It’s not until 30 minutes later, once Jason has finally decided on the perfect place to take the guy to dinner to, that he realizes the twink is gone.

Fuck, he forgot to ask for the guy’s name.

…

And number.

[cam-stopped-eating-candles]

It’s literally their song

[puckspoetry]

I really hate what Cameron did in this scene but I can’t lie, his eyelashes were eating 😍

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did u know. that you can easily find the motivation to make funny casualty as text posts. simply by procrastinating on finishing the casualty fic u are trying to write? come back tomorrow for more fun facts wirh toby.

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[thewingedwolf]

cam mj and angela NEED leah & quinn in this house to take at least one (1) shot at the triplets if they want both a path to f2 and any sort of win equity (well angela is toast but whatever), not getting kimo out maybe benefits chelsie a little but everyone is clearly refusing to think about what happens when they’re on the block or in f2 with one of t’kimobina bc what happens is THEY LOSE

[crossbackpoke-check]

Dysprosium, Mary Soon Lee

dysprosium, AN 66, is a silvery-white rare earth metal. its name is derived from the greek dysprositos, meaning “hard to get at”, owing to the difficulty in separating and isolating this rare earth element. dysprosium is used to measure neutron flux, to fuel reactors, and to activate phosphors. terfenol-d is a magnetorestrictive alloy, meaning that it changes shape when a magnetic field is applied, and is used to manufacture underwater acoustic systems.

jason “robo” robertson, dallas stars #21 for @simmyfrobby’s nhl periodic table poems <3

[solar-halos]

hey everyone it’s me again. i know i’ve deleted + reuplaoded this same pic like a billion times but since im trying my hand at (hunger games!!) pixel grid crochet again i figured that i should upload this as a progress marker, so i present to you: my (semi-failed) mockingjay tote bag (ft my ugly floor pls don’t judge xoxo!)

[kaisollisto]

camlil silence (i trace the silence with my lips for any part of you)

Lilith presses into her back pushing her cheek into the training mat. She can feel the frustration rolling off of Lilith in waves but it doesn't deter her. Lilith's mad, she's always mad but this feels like desperation. Camila can taste the dew in the air, she doesn't need to turn around to know, she can feel the animosity.

Lilith has something to get off her chest but something won't let her. Camila can feel a shift, a knot in Lilith's chest has tightened and she finds her opening. She slips out from underneath her using her small frame to her advantage.

Lilith's grip had faltered and Camila knows it, she slams her digging her limbs between the shoulder blades of her broad back. Camila's not strong, at least not strong enough as Lilith but she knows what feels tender, what bruises easily, what hurts.

(Lilith brushes her fingers gently down her arms, it raises goosebumps on her skin but Camila has to focus. Lilith is prattling on about wrists and their field of mobility and Camila misses her. She doesn't think about what Lilith did today and why her shoulders are tense. She doesn't think about the furrow in her brow or the paleness of her skin. She doesn't think about much other than the light filtering through the room. It softens the angular cheekbones in her face, it whispers a memory of a smile Lilith had given her wholeheartedly another time.

It's always disarmed Camila how soft Lilith smiles. Her teeth poke out from her lips symmetrically and Cam needs to know if there's any more facets to her smile. A crooked grin? A chewed lip? The questions hold a home inside of her clawing and shaking her to her core.

Camila knows how Lilith gets her scars, each one has their tells. There's a constriction in her throat every time she looks too hard. Some of them scar so bad Camila doesn't have to guess what happened. She watches the way Lilith carries herself after long missions. A jaw twisted too tight, scabs in her hands, a twitch in her eyebrow, she knows her. (But she still can't figure out how to lift the corner of Lilith's mouth with a quip).

It speaks volumes, her smiles, her scars, her mannerisms, layers of who she used to be, who she could be and Camila knows how to process information. She just doesn't know what to do with it, it sits in cabinets, in hard drives, in the absence of Lilith. She needs to break it all down, she needs to do something with it, she's just not sure what.

Lilith is complex, she's always contradicting herself in the face of emotions. That's what Camila likes about her, she's unpredictable especially when she smiles. She doesn't see it often but once or twice she catches something predatory.

She wants to see more of it, hints of it, the absence of it, a shy lip, a bold snarl, a swallowed smile, she's selfish and she wants more.

Lilith had swatted her across her forehead when she had finally noticed she wasn't paying attention. It had devolved into a harmless argument and had startled Camila, in her yearning she had missed Lilith once again.)

Even now Camila's mind drifts which leaves her flipped on her back. Lilith's forearm pins her chest against the mat and Lilith's eyes are cold. She flickers back and forth between frustration and fear. Camila recognizes the turmoil, a heavy burden that has been hefted on Lilith from birth.

Lilith doesn't want to talk about it and Camila knows it but her lips tingle, she itches to reach past her, down deep into her and touch her. Grab her hand and tell her she will be okay. To shield her, to hold her like others have done before

(and Camila has never been good at letting things go.)

But she can't, the words get lodged in her throat and she fears. She is no stranger to doubt, she knows doubt, (in dark nights, in hushed prayer sessions, in broken bones and swollen lips). Camila isn't strong enough but it's so much easier to be strong when it's her.

She grabs Lilith, (she can feel herself lingering on the jut of her forearm, the muscles are tight and she can't let herself get lost in familiarity,) the material of her shirt feels soft. Her hands screw up against the material bunching them up, Lilith's going to grumble at her for the wrinkles, and yanks her down.

Lilith can sense her predictability and jerks her head to the side narrowly avoiding a head on collision. Camila feels her hiss tickle her ear but she pays it no mind as her hand falls on the left side of her face and plants a soft kiss on her cheekbone. The skin bends to her touch and her cheekbone has never felt softer.

She doesn't dare to go further but she longs for it, she can feel an inky memory ghosting her skin but her treacherous thumb anchors her to the present as it lingers on the fold of the corner of her mouth. She doesn't press down just skims lightly. She can feel the soft hairs of her face and it's different yet the same as always. It's still Lilith but if she lingers she can feel scarred tissue.

Camila's huffing, the only sound between them and if she were braver she would give Lilith another kiss, a kiss dappled underneath her lashes. (The softest part of Camila reaching for the softest part of Lilith.) Her hand twitches on instinct to press up and kiss her again but she holds still. She can feel Lilith's gaze boring into her but she's not ready for what answer lies in her face. She skirts around the slopes of her face, taking in the contours of her skin. They're unfit for a warrior, a fighter like Lilith, Lilith whom's only mistake was being born to a lineage.

(And Camila can understand Lilith's anger, can feel a familiarity with it. They shouldn't be here, fighting, hurting, and dying.)

She is pinned at the mercy of Lilith but that's just who Camila is. She's drawn to the hunt, the danger and she wants to be devoured by her. But most importantly she wants her, she wants Lilith so deeply that any part of her fills some depraved part of her.

And Lilith answers, she presses their lips together in a hunger Camila has missed. She lurks at the edges of her lips teasing her, taunting her. Her teeth scrape against every corner of her lips and she gets lost in it. It douses her on fire, scratching angry Lilith biting into her face, searching for the same depraved thing inside of her.

It's hot and messy and Lilith is whimpering into her mouth, a pathetic sad noise that breaks Camila's heart. It keens between them and Camila does her best to hold it with her lips. She presses harder into Lilith swallowing everything she has to give and it's enough. Her hands wander hurriedly on her, in places she couldn't touch before: the underside of her ribs, the fat of her stomach, the dips in between her shoulder blades.

She debates pulling back to hug her, hold her, to kiss her, to burrow into her, there's too much to do and so little time. She feels Lilith push away from her, her fingers fold delicately over the shape of her mouth. They trace her lips as Lilith heaves inches away from her face and Camila has to swallow the urge to taste them. She's content to feel as the fingers flex and move across her face.

She presses her fingers against Lilith's cheek and she knows that something's changed for them, for the better.

[chaikachi]

since you're caught up on the Locked Tomb, I thought I'd send some asks your way because I'm kind of curious:

1) I've gathered Cam and Pal are your favorite characters, but do you any particular favourite moments/quotes of them? Or just why you love them as characters in general?

2) any plot twists you didn't see coming but liked?

3) any dark horse characters that grew on you over the series or that you'd want to see more of?

EEEE I SURE DID!! Okay, warning for anyone that is not caught up with it or plans to read it, that there are going to be spoilers below. You have been warned!!

Yes, they are my favourites.😔 Friends specifically told me to read the books because they are "very much my flavour" and they were right. Which is very rude of them, tbqh :/// As for the why, it's a lot of things, I think. From a character design perspective, I've always been a sucker for scholarly types like Pal, and you can never go wrong with short hair and double swords like Cam. I like that they have a decent amount of contrast and are quite different from each other in some ways while also being soooo alike in others. From a thematic perspective, all the bits and parallels around devotion, identity, and responsibility. How just by knowing someone, we add 'indelibly to their weight'. How this is explored both as a positive and negative thing. How just by knowing someone else - dare I say, to tame or be tamed by another 👀- can change us irreversibly. How burdening those we care about is something we have to come to terms with, and that being burdened can in and of itself be an act of care. How these themes are exacerbated and mixed with plurality and merging. The ever important question of 'where do you end and i begin'? For moments and quotes, a lot of my favourite things about them are just how they interact with one another (or with other characters). The sort of relationship where words often aren't necessary. How so much of their connection is conveyed in actions. "Tell Cam... never mind, she knows what to do." and the "what to do" is her collecting the fragments of his skull off the floor?? that she glues back together with her own hands?? then travelled millions or billions of light years to meet with the one person that can pull his soul back into it??? Her carrying him, despite the risk and harm it poses to herself, because he doesn't have a vessel anymore??? Pal asking Nona to "give this to Cam" and it's a kiss to the back of her hand???? Sick!! Twisted!! I demand financial compensation for damages!!!! Cam had every right to go sit in the bathtub about that!!! What the hell man!!! But I would be remiss not to mention the conversations they have across the voice recorder when they can't speak face to face, the co-fronting/synergy thing that happens when the protect Nona at the beach, and of course: "Life is too short and love is too long."

I'll admit I was spoiled a bit to some things going in so that skews this answer a bit. There were certainly some things I predicted incorrectly but then was like "OF COURSE THAT'S HOW IT HAPPENED, HOW COULD I HAVE ASSUMED DIFFERENTLY". I was not expecting that many people to die in the first book tbh. What happened to the Fourth and Fifth houses hit particularly hard. Was not expecting Gideon to find a decapitated head in Harrow's closet. I think the most surprises I had were in the second book though. Kept asking myself what the heck was going on. The narrator reveal was such an unexpected and pleasant surprise. Like, I kind of figured that was the case but I wasn't expecting that to be how we found out. Camilla showing up somehow out of nowhere?? The full extent of Harrow and Gideon's origins had me at a loss for words. Also the epilogue leading into Nona had me soooooo confused.

Yes. I absolutely adored Augustine. Big fan of his whole vibe; i miss him. Also really liked Magnus, Abigail, and Ortus in the second book. Especially them stepping up and being the Responsible Adults™ Harrow never really had, but always deserved. Also Polyamory Win with both whatever Pyrrha and Dulcie had respectively going on with Cam and Pal aha. Very big fan of Dulcinea in general. From her appearance in htn to popping up in The Unwanted Guest. I don't know how we could see more of her, but I would not be complaining if we did. Muir is really good at characterization tho, i don't know that there have really been any characters I've actively disliked. 🤔

Thank you for asking! I'd love to know some of your fave characters/plot twists too if you feel like sharing!! no pressure tho uwu

[woodsborostabathon]

lowkey convinced that the ppl who bitch and moan abt scream 4’s ‘vaseline filter’ gotta be editing the damn screencaps they post to illustrate how bad it supposedly looks bc i have watched this movie a million diff times on a million diff platforms and it dont never look like someone smeared oil and then ran the photoshop smudge tool over it 1000x 😭

[icyfox17]

magic sandduo au where wilbur gets kicked out of his school for trying to learn necromancy and phil, the local cryptid, big tower dweller that everyone spreads terrifying rumours about, sends him a postcard the day after. all it says is “heya mate, want some lessons?”

YOU CANT KEEP DOING THIS

[dizzybizz]

More cat pictures please 🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼

omg yes ofc!!!! i love them all so muchxhdhsgsgsidkfk

i do already have a few posted under #mylittleguys

^ here are some really old, really blurry pictures that i excavated!!

i've made it a goal to take more pet pics this year <333

[maliro-t]

some game design thinky thoughts.

[ankhisms]

wrote a lot in my silly little diary im trying to just keep in the habit of writing in it every day and maybe itll help in the long run. realizing ive been veering into my old unhealthy coping mechanism of self isolating and idk why but its a hard one to break im just aaaaughghhhghhhhhghh ok ok. have to just try my best