#i believe I'll survive

[casperghosty]

Thank you so much bestie,

I love you too ❤️

Hope is the last thing ever lost

"Hell of a ride", Fizz // Ted Lasso, 1x10 "The hope that kills you" // "Lonely Bones", dodie // The Sandman, 1x04 "A Hope in Hell" // "Bright Sadness", Sleeping At Last // Doctor Who, 10x10 "The Eaters of Light" // "Ready Now", dodie // Doctor Who, 5x10 "Vincent and The Doctor" // "August", Taylor Swift // reikcchan on tumblr // "Fare Well", Hozier // The Sandman, 1x06 "The Sound of Her Wings" // "Atlas: Five", Sleeping At Last // Supernatural, 10x01 "Black" // "August", Taylor Swift // garcavisconde on tumblr

For @casperghosty , happy birthday bestie!! i love you!!!

[little-pondhead]

Danny moved to Gotham.

Freakshow is touring in Gotham.

Freakshow knows Danny is in Gotham.

Danny knows Freakshow is still after him.

Danny's faith in heroes has been shattered.

Danny turns to the only person powerful enough to run Freakshow out of town, hopefully for good.

Danny turns to the Joker for help.

The Joker is looking for a new punching bag sidekick after Harley Quinn left him.

Danny is just the perfect person to be shaped by the Joker's hands.

Danny becomes the new Joker Junior.

[genericpuff]

lord give me the wisdom to not actually attempt watching all this

[smytherines]

Someone made a "what if they both fell" post the other day, and I can't stop thinking about it but also I don't want to swarm someone's post with my own unhinged ranting. So here's my little idk wish fulfillment fantasy--

Owen falls, and Curt catches him. But he isn't anchored to anything, and the force of the fall drags him along as well. They both fall onto the partially-closed safety barricade

Owen lands in a much worse position, he's bleeding and unconscious and has several severe injuries. Curt somehow lands a little bit better, he has a broken leg and a broken arm, but he's still conscious. He drags himself over to Owen, not sure if he's even still alive, desperately feeling for a pulse and trying to get a response out of him. Owen opens his eyes and reaches out for Curt, and they have a brief moment together. They're facing certain death, and with that knowledge of their impending doom they tell each other the things they always meant to say

Curt holds onto Owen as the lab explodes beneath them, and they both lose consciousness

Curt wakes up in a Russian cell, badly injured and unable to walk but alive. In some distant part of the building he can hear someone screaming in agony, and he knows in his heart that it's Owen. But naturally, their captors aren't going to allow the two spies who just blew up their weapons facility to have any contact with each other. They're too valuable as prisoners

Curt thrashes and threatens, and tries and tries and tries to get to Owen. But he can't. His injuries and the guards on his door won't allow it. But he knows Owen is in that building, somewhere, alive

Eventually, the US makes a trade-- Curt for a Russian spy they've been holding. Curt is heavily sedated because he keeps trying to escape and worsening his injuries. He wakes up in a military hospital, with Cynthia standing over him. He asks about Owen, and she changes the subject. But he keeps asking, keeps telling Cynthia that Owen is alive and they have to get him out of there. Eventually, Cynthia tells him-- in the kindest way she can manage-- that according to MI6 Owen died from his injuries

But Curt refuses to believe it. He knows that Owen is alive, and nobody can convince him otherwise. Cynthia tries to reason with him, tells him they aren't going to put any resources towards rescuing a corpse. So Curt quits. And he heals up enough to be able to walk. And then he sets out on his own mission to find his partner

Curt busts down the door of every Russian facility he can find, but there is no trace of Owen. Barb is trying to help him on the side, not because she believes him but because she cares enough about him to not let him take on a suicide mission on his own. She gently tries to convince him that Owen is gone

And Curt starts to think maybe he really is losing his mind. That maybe Owen died months ago, and he just can't accept it because he feels responsible for it. He convinces Barb to support him in one more mission, one more facility, and if he doesn't find a lead on Owen then he will come home

There's nothing. No sign of him.

Curt starts to break down, smashing up the random Russian office he's in, sobbing on the floor, confronted with the reality that maybe Owen really is dead. That this feeling he's been carrying in his gut ever since he was freed was wrong

And then, at his absolute lowest, when he finally has to accept that the man he loves is gone, he sees a piece of paper in that wrecked office with a familiar name on it-- Carvour, O

And another name he doesn't recognize-- Chimera

[okkennymay]

It's been a very interesting year to say the least- those months still weren't 100% healthy but it was such a difference it was like living a different life, one not filled with constant dread and fear of the next monthly health episode.

It was unreal and I wish I'd made more use of of that time online while I had the chance, instead of being nervous of setting my body off and ruining a good thing going- but having past a new month my body completely imploding (only partially, which still sucks eggs), I can start to pick myself back up and keep going, hopeful once more! (´▽`ʃ♡ƪ)

To all of you who have watched fade in and out of existence since my return online, Thank you for always being so patient 💖 my god was my previous username ghost-chicky ironic as hell, s2g it would be more appropriate these days than anything 0w0"

[fleshwerks]

EDIT I MADE A MISTAKE: For some mysterious, not at all my own fanfiction related reason, I confused Treviso's location for Seleny, which is a river city, while Treviso sits on the delta of a river near the coast. Still. It's one major trade city out of two major trade cities. It's just a trade city. However, this renders the 'save treviso to prevent blight from flowing downstream' point moot.... ooff. Sorry, Treviso, your ace in the hole just went.

EDIT 2 it doesn't even seem to sit on a river. New question:if Treviso has no plumbing, tell me, where does the wastewater go?!!?!? Say it. Say it with words. I'm laughing at myself though, Seleny has absolutely dominated my 'antivan lore' mind lol. But seriously, if Treviso doesn't even sit in a delta... what realpolitik reason in a world-ending threat is there to choose it over Minrathous. It's an isola, even though it sits on the continent. it affects no other cities around it. Boats will have to make a longer trip to Antiva City, but that's it. The blight doesn't spread through waterways, it gets no more washed out to the sea than it would in Minrathous.

I think it should. The problem with 'sustained war' is that you're never at 100%. Minrathous has been under siege for a very long time, it has never really had the time to build up to fight off dragons and gods and Venatori who know the city inside out. Treviso, on the other hand, yeah, has no standing military.

But in the end, like this person said, one of the cities is a capital city, a major hub of commerce, and the other's a riverside town, 2nd largest, sure, but strategically the loss of Treviso is both more inevitable because of its home country's fucked up governing and military system (DAV crows are all rah rah we rule treviso until an actual war comes to its doorstep), and it's just not as strategically important. The only real issue is that the river carries the Blight down its course, and infects other river settlements. That's really the only reason why, when you have two 'maybes', you should choose treviso. otherwise i'd always choose minrathous because it's not just strategically more important, but because you can be almost 99.8% certain of it getting saved, as opposed to reducing the survival of both cities to like 50%. because in the end you're still just rook and two arseholes with some sad, struggling local forces who are barely coordinating anything.

treviso is a victim of its own government, and the MASSIVE hubris and flaws of the Crows who see themselves as an armed force while being completely ineffectual when it comes to repelling actual assault.

minrathous was easy to take because it was 'taken' by its own citizens, with the aid of gods. and that means the entire tevinter is now vulnerable, whereas taking treviso doesn't render all of antiva vulnerable. antiva's seashore capital still stands.

moreover, antiva itself is kind of a loser country. it's half-devastated desert from previous blights, and its economy relies entirely on commerce. it's a nation sized hanseatic league. antiva is a facilitator, a middle man because antiva almost exclusively produces LUXURY GOODS. not (survival) food (only fine, fancy, expensive gourmet shit), not arms, not resource. luxury goods. antiva simply isn't important in a total war. it produces nothing that's conducive towards survival. it has the right to exist, and gods willing, it will be saved, but when gods come knocking and you have choices to make, then with a broken heart and a choice that weighs between 'bad and worse', antiva will be sacrificed. except again, it isn't, it's only one river city. i'd be more worried if antiva city was under siege.

[lovelywingsart]

"It's still you, y'know,"

Because why would you ever want the world when you hold the whole universe in your hands?

-

Some sweet alien cuddles <3

//Played with Sarens prosthetic a bit (and more of his scarring from the ME1 shitfest) and figured out that I need to work with the design more since I looked at the game model and noticed the Reaper tech ACTUALLY goes along his side as well and not just his arm, and also small sketchy color to show the contrast because I wanted to (the thought of him having the black metal prosthetic while being the ghostly albino is very pleasing to me visually also for angst reasons shhhh)- also showing Cams etching on it because they got rid of the Cerberus logo and replaced it with N7 for him uwu

[justaz]

pan merlin and gay arthur no one understands you like i do

[peppermoons]

Nobuhiko Okamoto really out there promoting his BL manga that is basically a bkdk au and you people here are just... NOT TALKING ABOUT IT?????

[somewhereinchaos]

unfortunately for everyone i have created pain...

[i-eat-deodorant]

starting an actual job soon and between the paperwork and stress i've had little to no time to actually do fandom stuff waoops sorry to all those whose asks i haven't answered

maybe i'll come back when things have settled down irl

[bueris]

I need to lock in..... tremendously.....

[koishua]

will be cutting out all processed sugars. thank you and pls wish me luck

[immortalsins]

why is it impossible to do any work despite the certainty that everything will go to shit if i don't

[okkennymay]

It’s almost like a curse at this point and there’s about an 80% chance I’ll be sick tomorrow after posting tonight buT GOSH DARN IT I AIN’T GONNA LET IT STOP ME, NOT ANYMORE, ESPECIALLY NOT WITH SUCH KINDNESS THROWN MY WAY TIME AND TIME AGAIN YAH’LL ARE THE BEST [ chokes back sob ] (❤´艸｀❤) 

To experience such a warmth in my heart is what keeps me coming back time and time again, no matter how my body punishes me for it 💖 I don’t know what I've done to deserve such wonderful people as all of you, but your patience with me as I fight my fate is something that continues to give me strength 💖

[missskzbiased]

A nugget from a WIP that I'm excited to write, cuz I can make everyone suffer and reconnect the way I want to

"Penelope..." Portia pinched her brows, sighing once more, feeling like she had aged ten years in one night, "Don’t play games with me. I’m not daft and neither are you, so take this chance to tell me the truth or I’ll uncover it myself," Her mother's gaze pierced through her soul, and Penelope felt her resolution yielding little by little, "What has happened in here?" She asked one last time, stern enough to earn an honest answer.

"Eloise" Penelope stated simply, resignation sinking upon her as her legs weakened beneath her. She sought her bed, sitting down, eager for some support, "Eloise has happened"

"Elaborate" Her mother ordered, her tone commanding as she closed the distance between them.

"I reaped what I sowed" Penelope managed to articulate through a whisper, her voice trembling with a mix of desperation and sadness, "Eloise saw me in a new light, in a way no one else had ever seen, and she hated it. She hated me. All of me"

And then, the realization came.

Penelope fought to restrain her tears, but it was proven futile as one solitary droplet trickled down her cheek, swiftly followed by another, and another, and another. Soon, an unstoppable stream poured down her face, each tear a testament to her overwhelming emotions. Then, there was no turning back. Her sobs echoed, unrestrained and incessant, a symphony of distress, painting a vivid picture of her rotten insides. Tilting her head back to halt the flow, her throat clenches and strains, instead, suffocating her. The intensity of her feelings gurgled its way down her lungs and knocked the air out. For a fleeting moment, she is convinced that she was dying, that her heart would burst out of her chest or stop altogether, that she would drown with her feet planted on land. Instead, air kept flooding into her lungs, blood kept pumping through her veins, and the crushing sensations kept slaughtering her.

Only when the realization settled in, and she was certain that she would live to see another day, that she curled in on herself, pressing her palms against her eyes, surrendering to her sorrow. Wailing like never before, she let it all out while Portia stood still, shocked into befuddlement. Then, Penelope felt an awkward pat on her back.

For a moment, she wasn't even sure she felt anything. It could have been anything, really, so light was her mother's touch. The moment was fleeting, but it returned a few seconds later. This time, Penelope could distinguish the shape that the brief, firm collision had — a hand. The third time, when the pat was heavier and even more awkward than the first two, she had no doubts ���  Portia was comforting her, or trying to. The fourth time, her hand slid from one shoulder to another, and then her chest was pressed against Penelope’s face, and her mother was embracing her.

A hug.

Her mother was hugging her.