#i cant even begin to explain

[hecateisalesbian]

[keirawantstocry]

sorry but I fucking swear I'm just gonna kms. ljle I can't fucking do thi s

[unholyxvoid]

that endless unconditional devotion

[todo-morira]

"He had a racist mod!"

You're so right! That is a valid complaint! As an indigenous man, that would hurt too if i watched his content. Tell me, why didn't I hear about Dream giving George a Trump flag for Christmas from you? Wasn't that one of the largest dt events since it was the first holiday spent as a group? Just curious.

[kirk]

funniest shit happened to atlas and i in fob fortnite concert tonight btw

[vociferans]

song rec for today is a dream

[schumigrace]

gonna go to big tesco on the way home and buy myself so much chocolate it's unreal

[djarinsyndulla]

i think eternal sunshine of the spotless mind is my favorite movie ever

[starry-bi-sky]

I am loudly pushing the batdad agenda i am loudly pushing the— DPxDC Prompt

“Woah. You look like shit."

Granted, that’s probably not the first thing Danny should be saying to the guy that just bit the curb, but in his defense; he’s not running on 100% right now either.

The man -- tall, towering, and broader than Danny is tall -- whips around on his heel, black frayed cape flaring out impressively. Danny would've whistled in appreciation, but he takes the time instead to wipe the back of his hand across his mouth, smearing the blood running from his nose across his cheek.

"Sorry." He blinks widely, not even flinching as the man with the horns zeroes in on him. "That was rude of me. I have a really bad brain-to-mouth filter; Sam says its what always gets me into trouble."

And she's not wrong either, per say. His smart mouth is what landed him in this situation -- with blood blossom extract running through his veins and cannibalizing the ectoplasm in his bloodstream. Thanks Vlad.

The man grunts at him; a short, curt "hm" that shouldn't make Danny smile, but he does because he's somewhat delirious and probably concussed. The man keeps some kind of distance, sinking towards the shadows of Gotham's alleyway like he dares to melt right into it.

If it's supposed to scare Danny, it doesn't work. Danny's never been afraid of the dark; he's always been able to hide himself in it. He blinks slowly at the mass of shadows.

"You look hurt." The shadows says, blurring together around the edges. Danny squints, and licks his lips to get the blood dripping down his chin off. Ugh, he hates the taste of blood.

"I am." He says, "My godfather poisoned me. M'dying." The agony of the blood blossom eating him from the inside out looped back around to numbing a while ago, so all he feels is half-awake and dazed.

"Hey," Danny stumbles forward towards the man, a bloodied hand reaching out to him. "You-- you're a hero, right? You're not attacking me; which is more than I can say for most costumed people I've met." Maybe it's a poor bar to judge someone at, but he's already established that Danny's not in his right mind.

The man makes no change in expression, but Danny realizes blearily that it's hard to tell with the shadows on his face. He stays still long enough for Danny to latch onto the cape -- stretchy, but almost soft under his fingers.

He looks up blearily into the whites of the man's eyes. "Can you help me? I don't-- I don't wanna die." Again. He doesn't wanna die again. He blinks slow and lizard-like. "I mean- I'll probably get to see mom and dad again, but I told them I'd at least try and make it to adulthood."

There's a clatter down the street, and Danny's ghost sense chills up his spine and leaves a bitter, ashy taste in his mouth. He immediately knows who it belongs to even before the deceptively gentle; "Daniel?" echoes down the way.

"Daniel? Quit your games, badger, Gotham is dangerous for children."

Danny's mouth pulls back, and blood spills against his tongue. "Please." He rasps, and grabs onto the shadow's cape with both hands. "Please. He's going to kill me. Please--"

"Daniel? Is that you?"

His lips part, dragging in air to plead with the darkness again. He doesn't need to, the whites of his eyes narrow, and the cape whirls around him before Danny can blink. Soon swaddled in shadows, the Night lifts him up, and steals him away.

[samepicoftoji]

[obsob]

the accolade ( the...the cat-olade...)

[geek-tabulous]

THIS FIC!!!! ISTG ITS SO FUCKING GOOD. ITS LIKE 49 CHAPTERS. IT REIGNITING MY OBSESSION WITH DDEATHNOTE AND LAWLIGHT AGAIN

hello i recently read time speaks by aSmallMoon333 on ao3 (@asmallmoon333 on tumblr too) and i fell in love with the story... this is not my usual style but i decided to make a small fanart of it 🤍

(close-ups of each life under the cut)

they're in order from life 1 through life 10 (with the exception of life 7).

[xxplastic-cubexx]

If you were to like redesign Magneto's classic outfit in a way that both suits the character and your own tastes, how would you redesign it?

uhhhh errrmmmmm i dont know i really couldnt improve upon perfection but i have still tried for you my friend !!!

[zzoupz]

man what the fuck

[felassan]

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[ghostlylicious]

so i drew them dawgs for the 1st time (checks nails casually like i totally wasn't about to throw hands when i was trying to figure out how to draw them)