#he can't handle the emotions

[theyaremycrocsyoudonut]

Look at him.

LOOK at him.

LOOK AT HOW JEALOUS THE LITTLE ANKLE BITER IS. HE HAS GONE FERAL WITH PURE ENVY.

He can't stand the thought of Ian being with another dude, much less an old, rich one. So he just goes and jealously stares at them kdhfhskdhgdhs. And you know he was looking for an excuse to punch Ned. Had Ned not called Mickey Ian's boyfriend, he still would have gotten a nasty beatdown, just for some other completely bullshit excuse. I think about this a lot. It's like Svetlana said in the later seasons. "I don't say things, I do things.". And that very accurately describes s3 Mickey. He loves Ian but he can't tell him that. Because he hasn't accepted himself, because he's embarrassed, because of Terry and all that. But he can give a beatdown to guys Ian dates. He can kiss him secretly when they are robbing Ned's ex-wife. He can start making out with him right before his wedding as a last hurrah to save their relationship. He just can't talk it out.

[papayafiles]

post brazil:

one week later:

no i'm fine. no i'm fine. no i'm literally FINE.

[officialbruciewayne]

The thing that was the most expensive in Bruce's life, that had cost him the most dearly was control. He needed it. Needed it worse than breathing- each exhale cutting sharper - needed it like it could pull apart the strands of a life. It was the cost of staring at Joe Chill's dead body. It was the cost of disappearing from Gotham overnight. It was the cost he had impressed most on his children.

What we feel in here- Bruce's heart was a bat trapped in a cage, shrieking and flashing wings, fast-paced -he touched a hand over his chest. What we feel in here, we don't take out into Gotham. We don't give it to other people. We don't hurt. If we hurt, we don't, we don't.

Selina was leaving. He'd asked her to go. He'd told her he didn't love her. Couldn't love her. Not the way she wanted. Not the way he wanted.

Another failed relationship, Bruce concluded. Something the children would come to their own conclusion when they saw that he'd left her crying alone in the drawing room. But for now, he'd shelter them as best he could from Bruce's latest pearl in a necklace of mistakes.

He wasn't exactly the picture of mental health; and deep pain came out heavy, blunted and wishing it had a gun to shoot out Joseph Chill's brains. That was the monster not allowed in Gotham. And it was not allowed in the Cave, and certainly not around his children.

Breathing too fast, shoulders rising and falling, Bruce locked himself in his room. And then because that would never keep them out, shouldered his wardrobe- a heavy, old, expensive thing -until it was in front of the door. He couldn't put the security shields down on the windows without signalling the cave, but he could lock and secure them with one of Tim's expanding bo staffs.

That might keep the kids from worrying.

Or at least from getting in.

Long enough for Bruce to suddenly, control ripping out between his teeth with a roar of grief, lunge for the nearest object- a mirror over the desk. He picked it up, ribs singing with sore pain, and threw it across his room.

Alone.

Alone. Alley.

There was no method to it. Nothing meticulous. Just taking apart the room piece by piece, snarling and sobbing and keening.

Alone. Blood. He'd done everything- done anything- except be honest. Admit to being broken- wood splinters jammed in the heel of his hand, and he snarled aloud. Taking only a moment to bite them out with his teeth, before resuming the brutish, unexamined punching of his own things.

Wanted to exhaust himself. Wanted to curl up in the wreckage, panting and coated in sweat, no longer needing control. Remembering how even just a week ago, he had been so frantically desperate not to be alone, he had offered his body up like an apology.

How saying the words had been beyond apology: what was he thinking. He didn't need authenticity, didn't need to be a person, didn't need to be- words like aromantic, words like asexual, words like I can't love anything, I can't have what my parents had, is this how I was made or what I was made?

Exhaustion didn't come, only destruction. Only Bruce Wayne throwing a violent tantrum after a break-up he should have seen coming. Only trying to break anything but someone else. Knuckles bleeding, but numb as a boy in blood, Bruce just- he gave up. Dropped down onto the floor of his room. Knelt in the wake of his own faults and dropped his head into his hands.

G-d he hated himself.

[mellowthorn]

Do you all ever think about how Fitz must have felt immediately after the Fool's Fate breakup? Like, before he begins properly courting Molly and using that as an escape, back when he still lives in Buckkeep? He largely speeds through this era in his narration, but how was it actually like for him, living through it day by day?

Waking up in the bed of Chade's workroom, expecting to feel the Fool's back against his, but then realizing that no one's there. Listening to nobles and servants gossip about Lord Golden and when asked, having to come up with some sort of an explanation, all the while trying not to show just how much even the mention of him hurts.

Walking past the door to Lord Golden's chambers and resisting the urge to try to pull it open, just in case the Fool might still be there (even if he knows that it would be impossible). Reciting the poem the Fool left him over and over in his mind, searching for any clue that might hint to his return, yet finding nothing. Drinking apricot brandy alone.

For the first time since he was a boy, having to live without either his Wit-bond to Nighteyes, or his Skill-link to the Fool. All by himself, entirely disconnected from the two beings who made him whole.

[kanhotep]

Alastor would love to have a computer because while he still thinky vinyl is the superior medium for music he can't deny that it's more effective to have a digital music library.

He could also built a computer easily, the hardware is no problem for him.

Unfortunately he stopped keeping up with programming in the 60ies, there was just so much going on. And now he can't get any software that is not in some way connected to Vox he doesn't want to admit it, because he's the radio demon, this frivolous digital technology is beneath him, but there is a little part of him that is pissed about it.

Definitely pissed.

And in no way whatsoever melancholic, reminiscing of a past when he and Vox would build them together, Alastor working on the hardware and Vox doing the software.

A past where such actions were meant to be a pleasant hobby, a nice way to pass the time and not a commitment to an unreliable lifestyle that chained itself to whatever new trend arose.

No, he could never miss this old flight of fancy. But he can admit, that he misses the old Vox. His old chum used to be a nice company rather than a persistent annoyance.

[willowser-but-nsfw]

they're trying to strap me down to a table and wheel me away for being insane but i get my hands free and grab you by the shoulders and shake you and say BAKUGOU GETS HORNY ABOUT THE SIMPLEST THINGS DO YOU GET IT !!!!!! DO YOU GET IT !!!!!! YOU KISS HIS CHEEKS AND LAUGH AT HIS BAD JOKES AND TELL HIM HE'S YOUR BEST FRIEND AND HE GETS SO EMBARRASSINGLY TURNED ON AND HE DOESN’T KNOW WHY DO YOU GET IT !!!!!!!!

[somegrumpynerd]

Rough doodles of the gang having to deal with Killer's stage 3 when Nightmare isn't around

I might finish these but right now it's late so here's the sketchy versions anyway

[allastoredeer]

Holaaa I am back with a new appleradio fic recommendations for the day. 🍎🦌

The Devil's Trip to the Big Apple by Otoshigo

This one It’s basically Lucifer suffering from Amnesia, deluding himself to be a detective and goes to play in the human world, making Charlie Upset and Consequently cause problems for Alastor as well, who has to go and fetch him back lol

To think that a CSI-esque plot would actually work with these two characters? Amazing. The scene where they guessed criminals was so great, and the way Al literally just showed up at Lucifer’s office, didn’t want to use the chair, and was like, I’m your new partner, poor lost little lamb, suck it up, made me Cackled. Also the way Alastor’s doesn’t even think Lucy might be interested in him and is absolutely buffled when the devil kisses him poor Dear eheh

There is also an Helluva Boss crossover, with Moxie asking an autograph from Al, amusing the sinner enough to not kill the HH squad on the sight…Absolutely recommend 😆

One of my favorite Hazbin tropes is Alastor being baffled that someone would like him in that way.

Character: I love you, Alastor ♥‿♥

Alastor: .....

Alastor:

He'd 100% beat someone over the head with a newspaper.

But oooooh! Amnesia fic AND Lucifer & Alastor being detectives! This looks tasty! And I love Moxie asking for Al's autograph T.T that's so cute! It has been added to the list!

[bitchy-peachy]

I really wish that antis stopped using real life sa victims in their shit especially since they tell real life sa victims that we deserved our assaults cos we all handle our trauma differently.

[cwcthzl]

this is how i imagine richie's inner dialogue when he talks to the person he likes after he realizes he likes them

[petit-papillion]

Charles on the podium for his first win | Belgian Grand Prix | 1 September 2019

📸 Dan Istitene/ Peter Fox

[nonoqy]

i feel like i didn't really say anything publicly which makes me sound maybe too harsh at times but this is where i'm at. sorry i was too lazy to retype all of this so i'm just sharing screenies of my thoughts !

[thebirdandhersong]

alas babes I literally cannot defend this man's name anymore except in the name of ignorance which. you can only claim ignorance for so long

[introspectivememories]

shanks' need/desire to protect his friends and family from anything and everything vs buggy's gigantic inferiority complex that makes him take any act of protection/love as someone looking down on him, FIGHT

[bonerot19]

I was wondering, what makes Steph and Jason’s characters different to you?

ooooooh okay I'm gonna be speaking generally here bc most of my Jason and Steph brain is taken up by my au which is obviously not canon-based

I'll start with their similarities, and then get into how I think they diverge

the most obvious similarities are their upbringings/childhoods. both with moms who are addicts, and dads in the criminal world (now, Jason's mom obviously dies and Steph's doesn't. and Steph's dad was a villain and Jason's dad was a 'goon' so there are different degrees to this)

they both grew up in poverty, were both Robin, both died (or, 'died') brutally at the hands of a villain. I think they're both underestimated and mistreated by the other bats

these similarities, though, make for very different characters. I think Steph can be seen as a impulsive, brash, eager to prove herself. she cares deeply and fundamentally wants to do good

Jason, on the other hand is angry, meticulous, pessimistic (but also, so so so secretly hopeful. like, he wouldn't keep coming back to Bruce is he didn't have some hope. he wouldn't do the whole utrh final confrontation if part of him wasn't at least a little bit hopeful it might actually go his way)

I think Steph looks at a fucked up world and thinks she can fix it (restorative justice), even if no one else thinks she can. and she's going to try and do it her way.

Jason looks at a fucked up world and thinks he can control it (preventative measures). like, I think part of his personal philosophy is well, someone has to do it I guess it'll be me since no one else is willing to do what needs to be done.

also Steph is, like, nice. and Jason is, in general, an asshole (affectionate)

[patroclusdefencesquad]

just realised that in less than a week i might have to watch joey batey have sex on screen i'm gonna go scream i can't watch that sorry witcher netflix this is where i draw the line