#i deserve to explode this time

[brodudemanbroski]

hey, ever heard of bbc ghosts?

I made an au that is based on the show BBC Ghosts, yes with the foreign kids. Do I have designs for everyone, except for the more background people? Absolutely. Have I written a small fic already? Of course. Have I finished the character sheets? ..Stop asking questions.

If you don’t know what BBC Ghosts is, it’s a sitcom on BBC about a couple inheriting a home. One of them, Alison, has an accident that almost killed her, causing her to now see ghosts. It’s a really funny show and if you haven’t watched it, I highly suggest it!!

Heads up: I do not draw injuries, other than cuts, often. So they might not be the greatest. Plus, they were all drawn at different times.

Damien moves into a new home after being kicked out of the house. The house is small but cozy, plus it’s affordable so he’s not complaining. A week into moving in he injuries himself to almost to the point of death as he has one of his new neighbours over. Surprise surprise, this incident causes him to see ghosts, and lucky him!! He has ghosts in his home. Damien has to figure out how to live his life with dead people watching his every move.

Damien Thorn

(Drawn: June 28th.) Damien’s design. Unlike most of the people in this AU, he is very much alive so his design is simpler. He has a burn mark on his arm, a reference to the original character having fire powers because I love adding small details despite this one being big. There isn’t much to talk about for him, just.. let him rest.

General Gregory

(Drawn: May 2nd.) Gregory’s design. The first one to die in the group. He was giving a speech after him and his soldiers won a battle but fell off his horse.. which then startled it, which caused it to run right over him. He was a british general during the 1780s, his outfit reflects that as it is his uniform. Gregory is still as prideful as he was during the afterlife, he is friends with everyone except for Christophe. The two share a small rivalry, no one knows why or how this happened. His characteristics consist of: bruises, blood dripping, missing/chipped teeth, hoove prints, ripped clothes, and dirt.

Phillip Pirrup

(Drawn: April 26th.) Pip’s design. Phillip was the second one to die in the group. He was in search for a new home and decided America must be perfect after hearing all the wonderful stories. That dream was quickly killed along with him as he was beaten and thrown into a rushing river by locals. He was from the 1800s. He is friends with everyone, he is closest to Gregory as they had been together the longest. Phillip was the first one to ever consider Damien as a friend and not a threat to the quiet home, though he had suggested trying to scare Damien out of the home. He will not go outside or by the river as he is scared of what could happen, he has also a dislike for some of Damien’s neighbours. His characteristics consist of: bruises, blood dripping, water dripping, and ripped clothes.

Lady Estella Havisham

(Drawn: April 28th.) Estella’s design. Estella was third to die in the group. She was walking in the garden of her future husband, only to be killed by him in the back with a shard of broken glass in his arms. They were to be wed the next day. She was from the 1880s. She is tough to befriend, seemingly disliking everyone that she lives with. She has befriended Pocket and.. the man downstairs.. Though, she does not show that friendship between them often. Estella hates the afterlife as she finds it boring and useless, she wishes to get sucked off (passed on, yes, they call it sucked off in the show) but she knows it won’t be happening soon. Estella will not go out into the garden, especially with the statue of her “fiancée” standing proudly in the centre. Her characteristics consist of: bruises, blood spatters, dirt, cuts, ripped clothing, stained clothing, smudged lipstick, and stab wound on back (not visible in image).

Herbert Pocket

(Drawn: May 22nd.) Pocket’s design. Pocket was the fourth to die in the group. He had been walking to work during a stormy day, similar to the rest, only to be struck by lightning as he neared his workplace. He was a newspaper worker, selling and producing from the 1910s. He was very friendly and instantly tried to befriend every new ghost that came, he liked to ramble on about stories he had from his life and things he had seen in the newspapers he had worked on and sold. Pocket tries to make the most out of everything so he finds the afterlife quite calming. His characteristics consist of: burns, smudged ash, and a burnt photo.

“The Mole” (Christophe)

(Drawn: April 29th.) Christophe’s design. Christophe was the fifth to die in the group. Him and his troop had been trying to find a place to relax for the night and also keep watch, Christophe had been leading the troop. He found a spot in a field, this turned out to be hiding land mines across it. Christophe blew up in seconds. He was a solider from the 1940s. Christophe came off as cold and rude but opened up to the rest of the ghosts as the years went on, but his rudeness decided to stick with Gregory. He often pokes fun at Gregory with simple insults and comments. His characteristics consist of: burns, dirt, ash, burnt clothes, slight bone showing, and left leg burnt (not visible in image).

There is a lot more to this AU, which is more simple details for each ghost, the neighbours, the man in the basement, and much more. I’m open to questions, ask away. This AU is still in progress.. kind of? So. Yeah. I’ve had this AU for months and I love it for no reason. I will hopefully finish their character sheets, as there are some details I added to them which I like. Just gotta write!!

Sorry for the long post.

[atdawn]

Something’s been upsetting you, hasn’t it?

MERLIN | 2.09

[idontmindifuforgetme]

I love girls who’re comfortable being feminine in male dominated stem fields. Such is the case for chemistry but it will not stop me from going to lab in a pink fit if that’s what I want

[fleshandwires]

she's so important to me (crying sobbing)

[slozhnos]

i think the most heartbreaking moment in childish things is winn and kara’s conversation at the docks bc like “no, you don’t really need me.” bit hurts me so much every time

[trans-axolotl]

literally cannot even go into the intersex tags these days the transmisogyny has gotten so bad these past few months. and i keep finding intersex bloggers just saying the most cruel fucking things and completely speaking over so many intersex transfems (and also perisex transfems tbh). it makes me incredibly enraged and disappointed with most of the intersex "community" on here to be completely honest.

[automatic-midnight]

I appreciate the dedication the writers of Adolescence of Utena had to still include Juris gay pining no matter what. Like yeah, we’re gonna have this insane story where Utena turns into a car, and we’re going to condense the entire plot of rgu into a borderline completely different story, but we absolutely cannot forget to include Juri and her crush on her friend who hates her. That’s what needs to be in this movie, no question we cannot change this part at all.

[askblueandviolet]

what do u do when u see a catshark riding a dinosaur outside ur porch, which was placed by someone unknown and it was eating ur house when u were asleep

no this absolutely isnt going to happen to you. (it is, dinosaurs are cool :3)

throws a rock with a googly eyes at him

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[hsslilly-blog]

swanson stewart cousins sleeping situation in 2015. los angeles is great for SOME and not for OTHERS i guess!!!!

[chaos-bringer-13]

Jazz's little. Her parents are super cool. They're ghost hunters! It sounds like something from a movie about future and scientists and supernatural beings and cool-looking tech. They have cool-looking tech at home. It's even cooler than tech in the movies.

Jazz also has a little brother. He's stupid but he's hers, and she will protect him from anything. Her brother is very small, he needs someone to protect him and teach him about the world.

She knows about the world. She understands their parents much better than him, and she can tell her brother when they shouldn't be distracted. She knows when they're upset and irritable, and she knows when they're too excited and being near them is dangerous because of all the inventions.

Jazz does a very good job keeping her little brother safe.

---

Jazz goes to school. Her teachers say that she's very smart, the best student in class, and very mature. Her parents are proud of her - when she manages to distract them from ghosts. Her brother is still kinda stupid and doesn't know how to properly fight food, but she's always there to protect him, because that's what older sisters do.

Her classmates seem to think that she's weird though. Some of them say mean things and call her a teacher's pet and a show-off. Jazz isn't sure why they think so because she's always trying to be friendly but maybe she's doing something wrong. She goes to the school library and finds a book about people and their communication.

It's a very interesting book.

---

Jazz is almost a teen. She's gotten better at communicating with people. The school library ran out of psychology books, and Jazz now has to go to the city library but that's fine. Human brain fascinates her.

She's been feeling like something is wrong about her though. She even thought that she was going crazy for a little bit. That probably wasn't true because she didn't match any symptoms but she was still worried.

Someone told her that being so good at lying and faking face expressions is not okay. That's probably not true, Jazz is pretty sure almost everyone can do that. Or maybe she's just being a prodigy again. It's a very good thing to be able to do after all. She can hide her emotions from her family when she's feeling sad. She wouldn't want to worry them, would she?

She'll have to research it.

---

Jazz is a teen. She now knows that her parents aren't actually that good. It's something that was really hard to accept but it did explain everything. Her parents are kinda bad at being parents, and they also don't really listen when she tries to explain it to them.

It's okay. She's almost an adult and Danny has her. She can take care of herself and her brother.

She learns everything she can about being a parent and a therapist and tries to use her knowledge. It's hard, but she's a Fenton, which means that she's very smart and determined. She pushes through, and trains on her classmates and herself.

In the evening she writes about her feelings in a journal. It's very important to be aware of her feelings because that's the first step to dealing with them.

She's experiencing sadness. And anger, actually, even though she doesn't like to admit that.

She writes "this family is a fucking mess" in her journal and then covers the paper with ink until the sentence is absolutely unreadable.

---

Jazz is sixteen, and her stupid parents opened the stupid portal, which means that they're even worse than usual. It's pretty much okay when they're just stuck in their stupid lab, making some stupid weapons. It's not that okay when they're out of the stupid lab, because they get their stupid inventions all over the stupid house, and stupid food comes to life, and she has to protect Danny from both their stupid weapons and stupid hotdogs, and oh god everything is so stupid.

She's experiencing anger.

She's also acting perfectly calm and almost cheerfully.

Jazz hates how perfect her fake smile is in the mirror.

---

Jazz is seventeen. She wants to put her headphones on and listen to some loud music. Jazz can't do that, because she gets anxious if she can't hear what's happening around her. She needs to be fully aware of her surroundings because she needs to be able to protect herself and her brother if weapons against ghosts become weapons against children again.

She thinks that it's not okay.

The house smells of ectoplasm, so she'll be extra careful when opening the fridge.

She thinks that she shouldn't know how ectoplasm smells.

Jazz should probably also warn Danny: her little brother's gotten better at fighting food but doesn't notice the smell of ectoplasm. Funny, considering his ghost sense.

Funny, considering that her brother is a half-ghost.

That her brother died.

That she failed at protecting him after all.

Jazz stops breathing to prevent herself from crying, and doesn't need oxygen for a few minutes too long.

Maybe she failed at protecting herself too.

---

Jazz is turning eighteen next month. Her parents are all of a sudden more attentive and caring, as if that can change their almost-absence during her whole life. She doesn't like their attention because she doesn't know how to deal with it. She doesn't even really think of them as parents anymore.

She thinks of them as a threat.

Once she's eighteen, she's gonna try to move out, and she's going to take Danny with her because it's not safe to leave him here. Maybe after she gets a good job and saves some money, she'll even get into therapy.

Jazz thinks that she needs therapy.

She's been having Bad Thoughts lately, and she doesn't write them down in her journal. Jazz stopped writing anything in there ever since she found out that Danny is a ghost. She just couldn't risk anyone finding that journal.

Jazz isn't sure if she should call those Bad Thoughts intrusive. They scare her, and they're Bad, but it could be just her normal thought process.

It's still definitely not normal.

---

Jazz is eighteen. Her parents are very excited, whispering to each other about how they found a perfect present for her, some surprise that she's gonna love.

She doesn't care.

Her little brother is late from school, and it's weird, because he was also super excited about giving her his present.

She's worried.

Her parents brush off her concern, say that Danny probably just got distracted talking with his friends. They don't listen when she says that Danny wouldn't get distracted like that on her birthday because he's not them, he actually cares about her, he doesn't forget her birthdays, and something has to be wrong for him to be that late.

They don't listen to her at all.

She's angry.

Her parents are excited and talk loudly about how they wanted to find a perfect gift for their favourite daughter, and how they managed to do it because they love her so much. She hates when they're excited. It only leads to problems.

They bring her to the lab because of course they do, why would they make a gift that is normal and isn't kept in the lab, right? They usher her in, so obviously proud of themselves.

She hates them.

And she hates them much, much more the next second, because the gift is her little brother in his ghost form, strapped to a table, unconscious and injured, and the smell of ectoplasm is strong in the lab because of his green blood dripping on the floor.

There's a cold part of her that analyses her feelings and tells her what emotions she's experiencing, and that part is very aware of thick black smoke of wrath twirling and twisting under her skin. It's suffocating, and she stops breathing as it invisibly fills her lungs, scared of letting it out.

There's a perfectly fake part of her that keeps the smile on her face as her parents gush about how hard it was to catch the ecto-scum, and what they can do to it - together with Jazz because they wanted to share this with their amazing daughter.

Jazz is black smoke of rage under perfect glass of calmness when she grabs Fenton anti-creep stick. The smile she learned to fake under any circumstances doesn't falter when Jazz brings the baseball bat down on her father's head. It grows a little bit wider when she hits her mother, because Jazz learned to smile brighter when she's hurt or sad or scared or angry - experiencing any "bad" emotion actually.

Jazz is angry when she grabs her weapon.

Jazz is furious when she kills her parents.

Jazz is worried when she checks her brother's wounds.

Jazz feels nothing when she rigs the portal to blow, walks out of the house and presses the button.

She is her parents' genius daughter after all, and she did listen when they were telling her about their inventions. Maybe it would have taken longer to do, but she had Bad Thoughts, and they probably weren't just intrusive after all, because she did what they told her and made it very easy to make a bomb out of a portal. Just in case. Her parents were a threat, and Jazz was smart enough to prepare to dealing with threats, and she was smart enough to make it look like the threats dealt with themselves.

She really hoped she wouldn't have to use that button though.

---

Jazz is nineteen. Her sort-of-friends at uni offer to go to a restaurant, and she tells them that she doesn't celebrate her birthdays. There's a noise of all of them saying that maybe she should try, noise that she really should have expected, because humans are always so excited about any holidays, it's hard for them to understand that someone might not like them. It's not hard to stop that noise though. They shut up very quickly when Jazz says that she had "a very traumatic event" on her birthday.

Good. She doesn't like loud people.

Jazz goes home to her little brother. He's sad because his parents died in an awful explosion a year ago. He's still trying to smile because it's also her birthday, and Jazz is very happy that he's bad at faking a smile.

It means that he won't end up like her.

Jazz hugs her little brother, and he gives her a little present that she adores, and then they sit in silence and eat some takeout. It's very nice.

She never tells Danny that their parents died before the explosion, and that the explosion wasn't an accident, and that their ghosts did form after that because of all the ecto-contamination they had, but she made sure this wouldn't become a problem. She never tells him what she's done, because that would hurt her little brother, and she would never let anything hurt him.

Jazz will protect her little brother from anything.

[princessdarth-vader]

the fact that riz worked so hard to keep straight A+ grades all year only in the matter of like, a week to complete two nigh impossible tasks to, essentially, ensure all that work didn't matter and ace his grades anyway would legitimately keep me up at night at his age. I hope he gets like, a fucking medal or something. or, yknow, more cash from the school. he deserves it

[intertexts]

thinking abt new haven wards cuddle pile.

[realbigpodcastslut]

Something that's constantly rotating in my brain is John having to experience being killed by Arthur thousands of times, specifically, having his eyes gouged out. It is one of the few things John has to interact with the world, casting him into the dark. It's implied that John does not like the dark (but I can't remember if it's specifically stated). Still, I can't help but wonder if that's due to his time in the Dark World or that experience with Arthur (but I think already possessing a fear and dislike for the dark is more tragic). Jesus fucking Christ. 

Anyway, it sends me into a frenzy every time I think about it for over two seconds. And it's never really discussed. John may not be entirely human but that had to affect him deeply. I don’t think this is a point that’ll be forgotten, but god, I can’t wait for the day.

[spaceratprodigy]

doodled the science club hehe 🥺 they're helping low go through a breakdown or smth

i swear i'll finish this at some point btw

RED OHMYGODDD LOOK AT THEM!!!!!

I wish you could see the smile on my face rn omg I'M GONNA BE STARING AT THIS ALL DAY LOOOOOOONNGGGGG 💕💖😩💖💕

[angelof-thevoid]

Favorite Ship / Supernova

(disclaimer: i hc eris morn with they/them pronouns)

Lately, things have been calm and she got her paperwork for the day done sooner than usual, so with the free time Ikora decided it would be nice to have a spontaneous date. She sends a message to Eris, hoping they aren’t busy at the moment. At least, far as she knew there shouldn’t be anything taking up their time. After a few moments Ikora smiles when her screen lights up with a response.

-

It’s a cool, clear night where you’d swear you could see every star in the galaxy that wasn’t eclipsed by the moonlight. A sight like this wasn’t possible in the last city, and seldom did Ikora get the chance to venture out of it. Duty was a chain and it kept her not too far from the city, but in the rare chances she had the opportunity she wanted to take advantage.

Setting down a blanket on the side of a hill, Ikora places two comfortable, large pillows she had against the incline. Eris patiently stood by, their form illuminated by the light of the moon as they looked up to the sky. She wondered how much hive eyes could pick up on the distant pin-pricks of light, having been told they weren't the same as human ones. If you compared it to human vision, technically you could say they were blind.

Nonetheless, they mentioned their way of “seeing” just works differently now. They still had a sense of their surroundings, even knew the distance between themselves and the moon. An odd thing to be precognitive of but they chalked it up to it being the birthplace of their transformation, when Eris became kin to the very enemy they sought the end of.

How things have changed. Outside of that Eris had a sensitivity to paracausality which gave her a refined sense of other guardians as well as the shape of their light, despite being without. Strange changes, but not without some benefits. Ikora reaches over to gently bump her hand against theirs to catch Eris’ attention without startling them. As if much could startle them anymore.

“Finished?” Eris asks as they turn to look at Ikora who nods, the pair’s hands linking together as they settle onto the cozy patch. They lean back, side by side with hands still intertwined and multiple points of contact between their bodies. Silence hung in the air for a short time as they enjoyed the view, until Ikora broke it with a question. One she had long wondered about since Eris’ ascent from the Hellmouth. 

“Do you miss it?” She softly questions, gently squeezes Eris’ hand with her thumb rubbing against the length of theirs. “Miss what?” They reply after a short second. “The light. What you were, before-” Ikora stops herself choosing not to say the rest. 

A contemplative pause, “It doesn’t matter now, does it? It happened. All I can do is move forward in spite of it.” That solemn answer cuts straight through Ikora’s question with a knife’s edge. She turns her head toward Eris who continues, “Nothing good comes from dwelling on what’s missing.” and then a little quieter. “Do you wish I was unchanged?” 

Ikora frowns and quickly sits up, turning her whole body towards them. “I only wish for you to return from the things you hunt every time, safe and sound.” Eris gazes at her as she leans over to rest a hand against their cheek. “It doesn’t matter, as long as you’re still here.” She gives Eris an affectionate smile.

Eris’ own lips quirk up as they sit up as well, faces hovering inches apart before they make the first move to kiss Ikora. It lasts mere seconds as they slowly break apart but still close enough to feel each other’s breath. “In my darkest, loneliest moments, I miss the presence of your light over mine.” 

To think, after everything that’s happened including losing the light, Eris would rather have Ikora leaves her feeling a certain way. She feels the void open its empty maw in her chest, wanting to devour her heart over the proclamation. “Do you?” Ikora breathes out, letting the void energy trickle through her fingertips against Eris’ cheek.

Eris’ shivers a little from the sensation as they turn their face more into her hand, the ever present dark tears dissipate against Ikora’s radiant light. “I do.” Almost reluctantly, they retreat from the physical contact to look Ikora full on when they ask, “Show me your light.”

It comes out not as a question but like a lover’s request for their partner to share their body. And traveler save her, she finds herself bending easily to it. Usually Ikora wasn’t for unnecessary displays of her light, but she couldn’t resist Eris. So she adjusts into a kneeled position and brings her hands to hover in front of her mid-air.

Fluorescent violet light begins to form in a small, concentrated ball between her hands, steadily growing in size and luminescence. Ikora envisions in her mind pouring the void into a container, particles being shifted in an even circular motion that continues to slowly get bigger. 

It’s the size of a kick ball when she decides to stand up, purple light shining its hue across the two of them. Eris watches the nova bomb increase further and further until Ikora has to lift it over her head and release it up toward the sky, flying up and up to a seemingly impossible height until it explodes like a collapsing star.

Like a firework streaks of void shoot outward from the center and leave glittering trails of void as the bolts try and fail to find a target, thus bursting into smaller showers of purple that sparkle amongst the starry sky. An imprint of the void lingers like the burn of an afterimage from a too bright light.

“Beautiful.” Eris says in appreciation. Ikora sits back down with them as they reach out to grab her hand and trace it, making her shiver in return. She pulls their hand up to her mouth and kisses the knuckles of it, huffing a short laugh. “I’m glad you can still find beauty in the light.”

[palaceoftears]

Minor Ladies Month - Beyhan Sultan × Quote

My mourning is over, sure, time has swept it away. But the heart can't forget some things, the heart can't forget even if you want to. I still do not have a husband, my children still don't have a father. Sometimes, they ask me "Why did our father die? Who killed him?". I become speechless, your majesty, I can not say a word. I can not say that my brother killed him.