#he wakes up at the phone

[localvoidcat]

i’m thinking. maybe thatcher DOES die in his time loop. it’s a way to reset

[quaranmine]

HELLO.

[betrayalandbetrayed]

"You thought I was the Sacrifice!!!"

DCxDP prompt

Danny gets summoned by some two bit cultists. Normally he could ignore such a weak call but he was weakened (captured by parents or the GIW) and used the pull to escape. He gets pulled to the center of the circle, and passes out, turning back to a human form.

Batman finds this unconscious, injured, black haired child in the middle of a summoning circle and whips out adoption papers.

[ween-kitchens]

anyway so this is how i started the day

[bressynonym]

cozy

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

happy mother's day lmfao

bonus (the girls are fightiiing):

[foldingfittedsheets]

FIL loves to call us on this trip. He’ll call about everything. We’ll drop them off to rest at their hotel so we can all chill out for a while and he’ll call. He’ll call multiple times ten minutes apart to ask about the same thing we already clarified yesterday. It is more annoying than I can possibly convey to have to repeat every trip detail five million times because he’s not listening to his wife who remembers the details.

Woke up to a missed call and thought, thank you Do Not Disturb mode. You’re a hero.

[petitesmafia]

Chuuya when he finally has a day off so he decides to take a short nap only to wake up confused as fuck 4 hours later (based on this tweet)

[chilfucked]

[hannahssimblr]

And then I see her every day. We laze on the beach, we swim, we queue for ice creams in the local shop and eat them on the pier. We point at the ships sailing toward France, making up stories about what they are doing, none of which involve carrying cargo, but mystery and scandal and intrigue. She tells me my ideas are stupid, and I agree with her. Most things I say are stupid, but I suspect, somehow, that she likes this part of me. 

In the evenings, we'll play PlayStation games and watch TV with the gang, where, from our spot at the back of the room she will lean into me during the scariest part of the horror flick where the dreaded monster reveals itself, and whisper, “Is that you?”

We will stifle laughter with our sleeves until tears roll down our cheeks, and once the giddiness has subsided, and those who have thrown us filthy looks turn away, I will risk a secret glance. She’ll be wiping her eyes, the room so dark that I can barely see her face, and I’ll know, beyond any doubt, that I would already be kissing her if there was nobody else in the room. 

Late into the night, I will take her home and let my car idle outside her caravan park for an hour, because we keep talking. We can’t stop. There is always more to say about people we’ve known and the things they’ve done to us. Of how it feels to be a particular person, in a particular place at a particular time. The things about our lives that are so different, and the things about the insides of us that are the same. I have never spoken to other people like this.

I am enthralled by the way her stiff awkwardness melts when she lets herself talk, by the movements of her hands in emphasis of her point. When she mentions her mother, she claws a hand over her throat like pulling back a phantom hand, strangling her words, stifling her self expression, and I feel like if I ever drew that motion I would be making art of something so deep, like the core essence of her. It would be more intimate work than if I captured her without any clothes. 

Sometimes she’ll say something offhand that puts so precisely into words, a feeling I’ve suffered, but could never express. I remind myself every time to write these things down, but I never do it. I get home and I forget the words, recalling only the feeling.

I’ll ask questions to keep her talking until it is clear that we’ve sat and talked in my car for longer than what’s acceptable. Then she’ll slip out the passenger door and I’ll watch her go. 

I’ll follow her path all the way through the park until she disappears behind that big mobile home on the corner, and I sit for longer, needing to bathe in the feeling of being around her for a few more minutes. 

I’ll go home and climb into bed. Sometimes Claire stays over, and I have to listen to her having sex with Shane in my sister’s bedroom. At those times, I feel weird and lonely, yearning for something more in my life. I put in my earbuds and block out the thoughts with my iPod until I fall asleep.

And tomorrow, I’ll do it all over again. 

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[hoarding-stories]

As soon as I heard it I couldn't not:

[marvey-sideblog]

[yuwuta]

i loooooove homewrecker megumi so much you have no clue 😵 this is also a pipeline to toxic ex! Megumi >.<

He listens to 'boy is mine' by Ariana Grande n 'kill bill' by SZA and immediately starts thinking of you. Just all that listening/ lecturing from gojo n toji he must've gotten growing up completely wrapped his perception of relationships.

you two were dating in his mind long before he asked you out and date farrrr longer than what you think because he doesn't count (-all-) the times you've broken up

ok so here’s the thing i’m really bad at envision any kind of exes/ex-relationship with 90% of the jjk boys because there’s no… there’s no getting out of that LOL you’re locked in for life with them. most of them would, quite literally, rather die than break up 

the exception to this in my head, personally, is toji. he’s like, the fun ex to have around. you two can joke about how he’s been inside of you, and how you know he drinks tea with his pinky up but also be completely platonic. there’ll always be a funny kind of sexual and romantic history, but if you need a cheeky friend in your life, keeping toji around is the way to go. also if you ever just truly want a one-off hookup, he’s your guy

but megumi and infidelity… goes a bit too hand in hand i fear. especially megumi as your best friend… he couldn’t care if your current boyfriend lives or dies, so there is no moral weight on his shoulder knowing or acting on being in love with you. him being in love with you/dating in his head so true… you are not just single to him if you’re in a relationship with someone else, you are, inevitably, going to choose him and honestly, he’s getting tired of waiting for you to realize that he’s right for you; no matter how good of a match your boyfriend might be for you, the simple truth is megumi is a better match. you can realize that on your own, your boyfriend can realize that for himself, or megumi can step in and help you <3 

[lorelune]

jy falls in love w you in the moment you drunkenly pat his arm and tell him "we gotta get you home babygirl". you have never spoken to him before.

[occasionalincorrectquotes]

Seeing Lu Guang care so much for Xiao Shi... Asking on his behalf for a break from work, not wanting to burden him with the knowledge that he sent Emma to her grave. Giving him time to prepare before diving into a traumatic situation. Telling him to rest after going into Shan Shan's body and drinking a lot. There is so much care and love in his heart.

[icewindandboringhorror]

sneeping with his legs up over his head for some reason... weird boye