#his worst nightmare

[kathaynesart]

The real reason.

I’ve seen a lot of comments saying that canon future Donnie looks more like he’s wearing waders rather than overalls and if that’s the case then he’s smarter and more prepared than any of us are giving him credit for. King is keepin’ it clean.

[kiingfluffybuns]

"oh, fuck. I think I have a crush."

[kozmicmizuu]

just a lil thing i remembered from the manga

‼️manga spoilers‼️ chapter 152 kny!!

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akaza: what form was that?? did you make it?? tell me ur name!!

giyuu: what?

akaza: tell. me. your. name.

giyuu: aughhhh i don’t want to….

akaza: tf you mean you don’t want to???

giyuu: i dont feel like talking, leave me alone

akaza: WHAT- JUST TELL ME UR NAME??!?!?

giyuu: no

*a few days later, on a random ass mountain*

giyuu: LEAVE ME ALONE

akaza: TELL ME UR NAME SO I CAN REMEMBER YOU

giyuu: PLEASE LEAVE-

akaza: ok ok- so, here’s the deal, you tell me ur name and i’ll leave! how’s that?

giyuu: uh- ok…?

akaza: tell me then!

giyuu: ok… my name it g-

tanjiro: hi giyuu!!

giyuu and akaza: …

tanjiro: YOU-

akaza: THIS FUCKING BRAT AGAIN-

giyuu: i can’t have peace.

[forgedroyalseal]

His Worst Nightmare

Chapter Eight

Will could only describe the energy of the cabin as chaotic, and not in the fun, lovable way that had followed him around since he was a child. The room was filled with his loved ones screaming at each other, everyone blaming someone else for something. None of them even turned to note his arrival to the scene.

“Why are they yelling?” He whispered to Alyss.

She gives him a sympathetic look that he was all too familiar with being on the receiving end of. A look that she, Jenny, and Cassandra had all apparently learned together. A look that said oh, you poor, clueless boy. “They’re just worried about you Will.”

“I wish they wouldn’t.”

“It’s not really a choice any of us made. It’s just something that happens when people meet someone like you.”

“Someone like me?” He cocks his head and raises an eyebrow.

Alyss flushes and shakes her head, “Someone who’s so hopeless, they need a whole army to keep them out of trouble.”

Will rolls his eyes, and they land on the only other quiet figure, hiding in the shadows.

“Cover for me with the others?” He asks.

Alyss’ furrows her eyebrows in confusion but nods nonetheless, just like he knew she would.

Will slips around the crowd, grateful that the source of his unseen movement wasn’t all stored in his right arm. He comes up beside Halt, who he realized had noticed him the moment he stepped out of his room.

Will offers the stoic, unreadable face a soft smile. “Hey Halt, do you wanna take a walk?”

Halt nods, somewhat hesitantly. Will pulls his cloak off its hook by the door and maneuvers it over his shoulders as they step out of the cabin. They bypass the horses, something Tug is clearly concerned about, but he seems to accept Will’s promise of an apple upon their return. Will limps slowly along, his bruised and weak body unused to the activity He was grateful Halt was gracious enough to half his pace without uttering a word.

They walk in silence for a while before Will breaks it. “I’m not angry. Not at you at least. You do know that right?”

“Will,” Halt sighed his name, which wasn’t uncommon, but the lack of exasperation was, “you have every right to hate me.”

Will stopped and frowned. “I don’t.”

“You flinched. When you woke up and saw me, you flinched away. You were afraid of me, I could see it in your eyes.”

“After what happened Halt,” Will let out a short, rueful laugh, “I’m terrified of my own shadow. You can’t take it personally. I mean, it took days for me to be okay with Horace reaching out toward me. I- I’m a wreak Halt. I go from scared to grateful to furious in a matter of minutes. I feel like I’m coming unraveled. I don’t know how to do this. How to exist in this state of… “ Will gestured to his stump, “incompletion.”

Halt’s heart ached for the boy and his hands itched to just hold him and tell him everything would be alright. And a month ago, he would’ve. But now, there was a ravine between them, and Halt wasn’t sure he had enough rope to get across it.

“I’m not angry at you for doing what you had to do. But,” Will sighs, “I am a little angry at you for leaving me when I needed you the most.”

And if that didn’t make Halt melt with shame, then nothing could. He felt smaller and stupider than he ever had. Because when Will laid it out so simply, Halt could see the blinding truth to his words. He had walked away, he abandoned Will during the absolute worst time of his life.

“Will-“

“Don’t apologize Halt. I get it. You were going through your own trauma. And I know that if I had called, you’d have come running.”

Will’s confidence in him was meant to be reassuring, but Halt’s blood chilled at the words. He tried to push it away, but one thought screamed at him over and over again. That if Will had sent for him, he wasn’t certain he’d have come.

They made their way back to the cabin slowly, but instead of turning up the veranda steps, Will passed them and shuffled to the stables.

“Will, come inside. You need rest.” Halt called after him.

Will waves him off as he reaches the horses. “I won’t be long. I just wanna say hi.” Tug nuzzled into Will’s chest as he stroked his gray mane.

“I missed you too bud. I hope Horace hasn’t been feeding you too many apples. Don’t want you to start liking him more than me.”

Tug lifted his head and gently sniffed at the bandages around Will’s shoulder. “Yeah, somethings missing. But it’s ok, I can ride with one hand no sweat.” It was true, Will knew that riding Tug wouldn’t change all that much. After all, every ranger was trained to be able to ride while shooting arrows. But the thought invited a long list of the things he couldn’t do single handedly, using his bow at the very top. The list seemed endless, and panic rose in his chest. Tug seemed to sense his growing distress and rested his head against Will’s, trying to calm his riders mind. His breathing became rapid and he felt his stomach turn with nausea. A warm and firm hand rested on the back of his neck.

“Deep breaths Will. It’s going to be ok. Just take nice deep breaths.” Halt’s voice rolled over him, like waves on the shore. He did his best to follow the instruction. “That’s it, just like that Will. Good job, keep breathing.” With every reassurance, Will felt the knot in his lungs loosen until eventually he was able to catch his breath again.

“Thanks,” He gasped out, “sometimes all of it just, hits me. I could be in the middle of a bath, or taking a sip of coffee, when sudden, it feels like the world has collapsed and I’m spiraling, and I can’t tell the difference between up and down. Horace is usually the one who has to put up with me when I get like this.”

Halt opens his mouth to speak, but a voice from behind him cuts him off. “It’s not “putting up” with you. Don’t say it like it’s not my greatest honor to be the one you trust enough to let yourself break around.”

Will looks up from Tug, “Horace-“

Horace’s gaze swing to Halt. “I think it’s time you and I have a chat.”

Halt nods and steps forward, “Yes, I believe it is.”

[aquatic-hybrid]

*Muffled screams as he gets jumped by multiple Oleanders*

@poisonflowrs

[ciderjacks]

thinking again about how much trust he had to have in Laios to recommend his own daughter in case he dies

[cosmicrhetoric]

can this guy catch a fucking break or what

[ringosmistress]

[poofpoofpurin]

how can you look at me like that

[somegrumpynerd]

Thinking about how Nightmare has 4 mortals and 3 of them are so so bad at taking care of themselves

[rad-batson]

- Bruce Wayne, to his kids as he dresses up for his next “Brucie Wayne” appearance where he plans to make several scenes, sing Britney Spears’ Toxic on the karaoke machine, and spill red wine all over Lex Luthor’s new suit

[megamagimugi]

I Was-a Too Late

CW: blood, implied character death(s)

[insert your favorite Mario game over jingle here]

I have nothing to say for myself.

I'm so sorry.

@wahooitsamee @peaches2217 You guys seemed interested, so... enjoy?

EDIT: I have a Luigi version (well, sort of) now too, called He's-a Gone if anyone's interested!

[grimalkinscribbles]

Falling down the stairs on purpose just to see this man

[forgedroyalseal]

His Worst Nightmare

Chapter 9

Halt stood patiently as Horace silently paced back and forth in front of him. After leaving Will at the cabin, they walked out to a clearing, not a single word muttered between the two. Horace had been trying to gather his thoughts for quite some time, but Halt did not rush him, did not push.

“Ok.” Horace says finally, staring Halt down. “I kind of hate you.”

Halt nodded, “I kind of hate myself too.”

Horace frowns, “That, that doesn’t make me feel better.”

Halt shrugged, “That doesn’t change the fact that that’s how I feel.”

“It’s just,” Horace groaned in frustration, “Will is like my brother. And I am sick and tired of him getting hurt again and again because of the rangers. Because you feel guilty about what happened to his dad. Because you took a shining to him when we were kids. Because he’s desperate to impress you, even if it kills him.”

“Will has impressed me every day since we first met. He could have decide to be a farmer instead of a ranger and I’d still be proud of him.”

“Does he know that?” Horace asks, but they both know the answer.

Halt had the decency to look somewhat regretful. “I should tell him more.”

Horace scoffs, “If you start now he’ll just think it’s out of pity. Or guilt.”

“I want you to know that I really appreciate all that you’ve done for him these past couple weeks.” Halt redirects the conversation, trying to get it back on track. “You’ve succeeded where I’ve failed him. Neither of us will ever forget how you’ve taken care of him. And I can’t imagine how hard it is for you now that we are all here. But everyone in that cabin,” Halt points down the path, “are here to help both of you.”

Horace feels his hackles rise in defense. “I can take care of him.”

“I know, you’ve more than proved that.” Halt placated. “But you deserve help. There’s not a doubt in my mind that if you had to, you and Will could be perfectly fine all on your own. But you aren’t on your own, you don’t need to do it alone.”

Horace sniffs and turns away from Halt. “I don’t know how to be ok with you.”

“You don’t have to be. I don’t expect you to be.” Halt gently turns Horace back to face him and wipes the tears that had fallen onto his cheeks. “I just ask that you let us help. And if the most helpful thing I can do is stay away, I’ll do it. But know that I’ll always be here for both of you.”

Horace sighs. “It’s not fair to Will if I ask you to stay away for my own comfort. He missed you. And after everything, he doesn’t deserve to have any more suffering.” Horace straighten, “So, you’re not going to stay away. You are going to be here. You are going to show up for Will because you need each other. And if it gets to be too much or too hard, and you abandon him again, I’m going to hunt you down and kick your ass.”

Halt bit down a smile and nodded seriously, “I’d expect nothing less.”

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“-And so I was like, I don’t know who you think you are, but my brother is engaged to the crown princess so I’m pretty sure that means I out rank you.”

Horace and Halt catch the tail end of Jenny’s story as they step back into the cabin. The group is sprawled out around the room, with Will tucked between Jenny and Alyss, and Gilan leaning against the couch behind Jenny. George has pulled a chair over to sit in front of Will, and Crowley and Pauline watch the entire interaction from the kitchen table where they are sipping coffee out of steaming mugs. The scene is so warm and domestic, Halt momentarily forget what called them all together.

Horace passes by Halt with a groan. “Jen, how many times do I have to tell you, Cassandra and I aren’t engaged yet, you can’t keep telling people that, at some point, someone is going to believe it.”

“That’s the point! If you’re going to drag your feet about this whole thing, spreading rumors about you might actually be forced into getting a move on!” Jenny protests.

Will grins, “Yeah man, what’s the hold up? You wait any longer, Cass might come to her senses and find someone in her league.”

“Ugh, I forgot how awful you two are when you gang up on me. Alyss, make them stop.” Horace flung himself to the floor to lean against Alyss’ knees. She instantly began scratching his head just as she used to when they were children and he couldn’t sleep.

“Don’t tease him.” She chastised Will and Jenny. “It’s not his fault he’s a bit slow.”

“Hey!”

The wardmates continued their bickering as Halt took a seat beside Pauline.

“How was your walk?” She asked softly.

“Which one?”

“Both.”

Halt let out a heavy breath. “Hard. Those boys, they, they’re struggling. And it’s my fault.”

“Halt,” Crowley said sternly, “you did what you had to do to save Will’s life.”

“That’s not what I mean. They are struggling because I left them. I left Will when he needed me the most. I left Horace to try to figure out how to keep Will alive and sane all by himself. I put my own feeling above their needs.”

Crowley and Pauline glanced at each other, and Halt has known them long enough that he could read the look they shared.

“And you both know I’m right.” He sat back.

“The only reason to look behind is to guide your steps forward. There’s no point in rehashing the past. What are you going to do moving forward? That’s what’s important.” Pauline says.

“To start with, I’m moving back in. Tonight.”

Crowley nods, “I’ll speak with Rodney first thing tomorrow morning. He’s had a knight or two lose an arm. I’ll see if he’s got any suggestions for making Will’s life a little more accessible.”

“And most importantly, you both need to ask Will how he wants to move forward. Find out if he’d like to retire or if you need to start looking into how he can maintain an active role in the Corps.”

Halt and Crowley both frown at Pauline. “How could he still have an active role? Pauline, he can’t-“

Pauline cuts Crowley off, “We don’t know what he can or can’t do right now. Will is extremely clever, if anyone could work out how to live their life in this condition, it’s him.” She looks over at the young man, whose head was now dropped on Alyss’ shoulder, a sleepy smile painted on his face as he watches Jenny hit Gilan over the head with a pillow. His eyes shift to her and he offers a little wave. Her voice softens, “He just needs to be reminded that he still has options, that he can still have a happy future. That his life isn’t over.”

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nightmare

[biillys]

billy hargrove: in every scene — 2.04 chapter four: will the wise