#couldnt have handled it worse

[wolkoshka]

annie january was kidnapped, locked up, and her identity quite literally stolen for ten days, yeah, we got her part, the writing was very sympathetic with that, but what i don't for the life of me get is hughie's.

in a very short span of time, he lost his dad - went through a whole traumatic thing with him before that - got sexually harassed and had people rub one off on him in the sex dungeon (and even that was downplayed and written for shits and giggles) and now, after he's realized that whoever he was sleeping with wasn't annie, which, by the way, he DID NOT CONSENT TO and WOULD NEVER CONSENT TO, and in that got raped, his part is disregarded and once again downplayed so annie could let her anger out on another victim. wow. way to go writers.

before anyone goes around saying omg but he enjoyed it it's not rape, he thought he was sleeping WITH ANNIE the whole time. now i bet your ass if the roles were reversed and if it was annie being tricked by a male shifter pretending to be hughie, y'all would've torched down the boys headquarters by now so don't give me that "it's not the same" BS. it is. rape is rape.

justice for hughie.

[starry-bi-sky]

my body's aching like a knock-down drag-out

and my poor heart is an open wound A Childhood Friends Au snippet that very briefly delves into Danny's life post-accident. CW: Mild Mentions of Blood, Violence, VERY mild gore ig. Danny briefly recalls getting impaled during a fight.

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What they don't tell you about being dead is that it hurts. That it can hurt. That it can hurt more than when you were alive. That when you die, the emotions you die with stick with you like a leech that just won't let go. That emotions are ugly little thorns that stick their barbs into you and grow beneath your skin; or, at least, whatever’s left of it. 

Danny is familiar with anger. It kept him warm in Gotham, when his parents weren't home from work and he and Jason were crowding Crime Alley with their presence. It kept him warm in Amity, when the fresh sting of moving was still needling into his heart and he wanted nothing more than to rip and tear into the closest person next to him.

He's familiar with violence. With fights. With death. He's seen people die in Crime Alley probably every day. From overdose, from gunshots, from stab wounds; anything that can kill, rest assured he's seen it. He's familiar with getting his own knuckles rough and bloody when other kids turn and bare their teeth at him and Jason; they're all just starving dogs stuck in a fighting pit, primed and ready to rip out each other's throats. 

Black eyes, stomped hands, bloody noses. You name it; he’s had it. Gotham is paved with the blood of her children, and Danny likes to imagine that when he was born, the doctors handed his mother a file and told her; “Take it. He’s going to need it for his teeth.” 

Danny’s mom (and dad, for that matter) was too busy trying to keep him and Jazz fed, so Danny stole the file from her drawer with Jazz’s help, and did it himself.  

He’s familiar with anger, he thought he was getting better at it these days. It doesn’t come to him as easily as it did before. Of course, that was before Jason died. 

Danny is less familiar with grief. Caring kills and Gotham kills the caring, so Danny cares very little about other people. Or he tries to. But grief hurts. His grief hurts. It hurts too much. It hurts like a bug trying to crawl out of his chest; like a rat chewing a hole through his heart. Some days he wants to dig his hands into his hair and split himself down the middle. Some days he just wants to scream. 

He’s dead. He’s dead. He’s dead. 

He wants the whole city to hear him wailing, some days. It sticks itself in the back of his throat like bile, and Danny is one wrong retch away from letting it loose. It sticks in his lungs like all the tar he’s smoked in since he was nine. It pushes and aches at his temples, in his head, like his brain is trying to swell out of his skull. His thoughts becoming so loud they threaten to commandeer his tongue.  

He has no mouth, but he must scream. 

Something they don’t tell you about being dead is that it hurts. That it hurts more than when you were alive. Something they don’t tell you about being dead is that it’s violent. That it’s bloody. Or as bloody as it can be when everyone has no blood. 

Another thing they don’t tell you about being dead, is that it’s a lot like Gotham that way.

With no threat of death, Danny’s enemies forget death itself. Blood comes easy, like water, and teeth are encouraged. Bring your own fangs to the fight. Dying is something you can just walk off. 

Danny’s been dead for three months. He can’t say he’s been walking it off easy. He’s perfected the art of turning his nails into claws since his heart was still beating, but he can’t say he’s perfected fighting other ghosts. 

Scrappy is just not enough. 

He feels like he’s back in Gotham again. Back in her death-shroud alleyways, fighting someone bigger than him. But there’s no Jason to watch his back, and Danny has to get himself out of there alone. Or he might just not get up at all. 

Black eyes, busted lips. It’s familiar to him like an old scent, Danny isn’t quite sure that he’s missed it. It’s more familiar than his fights with Dash. 

But there’s no one else who can do it but him. Not Sam, not Tucker. He can’t lose them too. He can’t. He can’t. He can’t. His heart can’t take another break, he already feels like he’s going insane. 

With no threat of death, Danny’s enemies fight like death themself. He learns why when Technus puts a street sign through his stomach one day. It pins him to the asphalt like a moth pinned by its wings. 

Danny claws at the metal like how an animal caught in a trap chews off its leg, and every move is blinding pain. He thinks he was howling, but it’s hard to tell. He couldn’t recognize the sound of his voice. 

He bleeds green. It mixes in black with the pitch blackhole in his heart, which throbs and twists and cries in time with his reckless panic. The finger-choking terror of dying again strangles out the air he doesn’t need. His blood evaporates, only to reabsorb into him. It just bleeds out again, cycling like a snake eating its own tail. 

Danny breaks his nails clawing at the metal, and eventually gets it in his mind to pull it out. So he does, and the end drips ectoplasm green as he gets to his feet. In red-vision, Danny sends the sign back with snarling, vicious fervor. The pain is irrelevant in his rage.

Only after the fight does the hole the pole left start to close. Danny doesn’t shift human until it’s gone. Unlike other injuries, a scar stays behind. Ugly; mottled, it aches for a week with every twist and stretch his body makes. He hates it. 

Being dead is agony. 

Every part of him is in pain. Every step, every word he speaks, everything he does, it is prerequisite with pain. The body is temporary, but the soul is forever, and death has carved into it with its freezing green hands and left him with never-ending heartache. It has torn from him and stolen what of him it could, and in return it’s left him with sorrow. 

His pain is his grief, and he’s sobbed in the safety of his room more times than he can count. It’s still as fresh as the day he heard the news of Jason’s death. He knows, instinctively, that it will stay fresh forever. 

In his room, Danny shoves his hands over his mouth and shrieks in whatever, muffled way he can into his pillow. It’s not enough. It’s never enough. He needs to be louder. He needs to be heard. He refuses to be. 

Being dead hurts. 

[moeblob]

Rey, who is in my very biased opinion, one of the funniest "girls" I have because she's just a guy, truly. Like Rey is just short for Reynold because he was recruited by a a goddess to help the hero she selected and the hero is conveniently Reynold's younger brother. So he agrees to help under the condition that the goddess gives him a female body for the other world. She's like "really odd flex but whatever" and gives him a female form and he's like "you know. I can't really blame anyone but myself for not specifying 'please don't turn me into a Lisa Frank personification'."

[hellwurld]

anons crazy 4 this one im not sorry. like truly calling it a ZERO out of TEN arc. u must be crazy im not sorry

[lesbian-cowpoke]

Why in the world would they put the choice to either remove a being that gained sentience's sentience (essentially killing it) or force that being into forgetting its whole life and suffering possibly till the end of time into a game rated like 12+

I'm sobbing what the fuck.

[jentlemahae]

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[ghostcrows]

if vikki or even xandra had been the ones in milos position I think they would have literally been vigilante killed already by now or stuck in mens prisons the way griffin is in a womens prison like milo had to become part of a violent crime to attract kiwifarms hounds to his scent but all vikki had to do was be in the public eye whilst a trans woman

I do think that is an interesting way of showing how like, a trans man would have a much less severe punishment over a trans woman in the same position, on top of being white, although he also was cis presenting at the time so that's another factor, like I can't say for sure what the public perception would have been had he been out at the time, I think it'd have been harsher but still not as harsh as if he was a trans girl and not white

And it's hard to talk about it in terms of "privilege" because of the connotations of the word even though that's also basic shit like it doesn't mean "you have it good" it means "you could have had it much worse which is saying a lot because this is already some rock bottom shit"

Like if you tried to tell him this he'd probably balk pretty hard at the concept but then it's also the way people say it like they're always saying shit to him that isn't untrue but is the least kind way you could have put it. And then it's like well do you owe that kindness to someone who's not seeing how the way his cards were dealt were actually like, some of the more favorable ways the cards can be dealt in this situation. I kind of think you do just on the principle of dealing with a heavily traumatized person but you can't blame people for being frustrated and impatient with that either

[hecksupremechips]

Actually cry so goddamn hard when I think about Shinjiro Aragaki healing and being loved and having to learn to be okay with himself and being taken care of

[fallowtail]

i try not to let it get to me but the knowledge i am always going to be The Stupid One in every situation i’m in just…really, really sucks. sigh. oh well. i stay silly :3c

[beeapocalypse]

dont say this enough but i truly appreciate all of you. thank you for every moment shared

[get-more-bald]

when you're an inherently bad person🤪

[wabblebees]

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[kitwilsonsass]

I went from handling the bullshit well to being a stressed anxious mess.

[perenlop]

love how indigo and unova both end with ash going “wow, what a fantastic experience” with a full theme song drop as they reminisce on their adventure over the battlefield in the sunset like those weren’t the worst written leagues in the series

[orcelito]

Today was kind of singularly awful in some really trying ways.

I had a solid screw knocked loose by the end of it I swear

[barneysbigstompers]

its embarrassing how when i cant properly express my emotions and i get overwhelmed i start crying :sob: