#i woke up in a cold sweat with this idea

[thisclownatemybrother]

[reverentwormpriest]

do yall fw my cosplay

[badjohnspeakeasy]

Remember to compliment your bros.

...I've always had a headcanon that Gouketsu's retconned, toothy, savage design was just what he normally looks like if he grins really widely.

[ghost-bxrd]

Hello, yes, how about a camera footage picture of Jason bleeding out in an alley?

On the bottom of the screen you can see one of the other vigilantes hacked into the camera

[athina-blaine]

"yaoi ship wars" this and "don't get into dunmesh for the yaoi do it for the doomed yuri" that when we're all forgetting the true enemy here ... lai/cille ...

[nohrslittleflower]

attention; or lack thereof,

Cute little ball drabble? Wrong. Pipe bomb.

Growing up, Elise had only ever wanted one thing.

She runs through the castle halls, giggling as ever, throwing the door to her mother’s room open eagerly. Her mouth opens, hands lifted to present her mother with her newest creation, but not even air escapes before she’s halted. “Elise, please. My head…” Her mother winces, and her eagerness fades. 

“O-Oh. Sorry, mother…” Her smile falls to an expression of guilt, and her hands lower alongside, gift still clasped tightly within them. Though the momentary glint of the gift from its second in the light doesn’t go unnoticed by her mother, who sits up to mention it. “Is that a necklace?”Elise lights up once more, scrambling over to her mother’s bedside so that her mother can take the carefully crafted necklace from her hands. “Y-Yeah! I made—“ “It’s from King Garon, isn’t it?”

Her mother hums, snatching the necklace from her hands and holding it up to the light as she watches the reflection off of each and every one of the mismatched gems, each chosen without an overall symmetry in mind. Only chosen because the little princess had thought her mother might like them. “Hm. Not the prettiest thing, but it’s that thought that counts. And that means he was thinking of me! Oh, Elise, isn’t it wonderful? He does care!”

She feels like she’s been punched. But at least her mother is in a good mood! That’s what matters! Maybe she’ll feel well enough to listen, just for a minute...! “So… since I delivered it, can you play with me? I thought of this great new game— you wouldn’t even have to get out of bed! We can just—“

“Later, Elise.” But later never comes.

“I don’t feel well today, Elise.” But she says that every day.

She tries to be understanding. She knows her mother is sick, it’s not her fault. So all she can do is try. Try to help. Try to get her mother everything she can think she might need before even the nurses can, hoping only to hear a semblance of ‘good job, Elise’. Try to be a constant source of positivity, to cheer her up, so her mother doesn’t feel any worse.

Try to learn healing magic, in hopes that maybe, just maybe she’ll be good enough one day to heal her mother.

And maybe, just maybe, she’ll tell her she’s proud of her.

She looks down, backing away from her mother’s bedside. It’s stupid to cry over this. It doesn’t matter. She just doesn’t feel good, it’s not her fault. She can try again tomorrow. “…okay…” The door clicks shut.

When the day comes that her mother weakens to the point of no return, when she’s finally allowed close enough for long enough to hold her mother’s hand. Something she’d hoped for for so long, yet now that she has it a choked sob of “Mother….” Is all she can manage. A silent plea of ‘look at me’, of ‘pay attention to me’. A silent cry of ‘love me’. 

Her mother’s voice speaks, quietly and weakly, but Elise hears it as clearly as if it were the loudest scream. “…where’s…” The princess’s head perks up, eyes filled with the light of hope that flickers to life in her heart. ‘My baby’? ‘My daughter’? ‘My princess’? ‘Elise’? “…King Garon…?”

Her mother’s hand falls limp in her grasp. She’s shoved aside by all manner of adults the moment it happens, none taking even a moment to notice the silent tears of the little girl beside them. 

Growing up, all Elise had ever wanted was her mother’s attention.

But she’d never have it.

[sundial-bee-scribbles]

[noccynoo]

banging my head against the wall because I have a fic idea but I have so many half-finished projects with deadlines coming up

[antonblastdeluxe]

Jeez, do I really look like that?

[chokkohasthehellsite]

doctor who au but the doctor can and has been able to break the forth wall since the start and either 1) they ask the audience member for help like some strange sci-fi version of dora the explorer or 2) they have a love-hate passive-aggressive relationship with the viewer

eg. the doctor turns around and is like "can you tell me where the tardis is? 😃" and u end up screaming at them that its riGHT THERE and they just look at u like a goldfish, no thoughts, head empty or

eg. the doctor gets hurt or does something stupid (affectionate) and the viewer laughs so the doc calls them out on it or the doc gets hurt or does smth stupid (derogatory) and the viewer is fucking yelling at their screen for the millionth time, threatening to crawl in there and rip both the doctor's hearts out or smth and the doctor, all sad and bloodied bc idk they just lost another companion or some shit, just like- looks at the viewer. all sad and silent. really makes u shut up and think.

[marquisedegramont]

writing a fic for the exactly uhhhh three (3) iosef enjoyers out there

[kxllerblond]

peter. the horses are here....

[kelean]

"i'm plagued by visions" <- i'm constantly making shit up about my ocs but doing nothing about it

[brain-rot-hour]

ModernAU InuYasha wearing a Big Dog shirt.

You know

These

[kalach-cha]

you ever just. get a whole idea for a book from an extremely vivid nightmare you had during your 2 hour afternoon nap

[danwithouttheplan]

A bumper sticker that says:

Thanks for riding my ass.

I love human interaction.