#i hurted myself

[lilaclilyroses]

This could be a reverse Robin au but that’s not my intention. I want Steph to be angry and powerful!!! Im thinking that after Black Mask kills Stephanie Brown she is resurrected by her father who stole a vial of liquid from the Lazarus Pit. Instead of this being an act of love, Author Brown uses this to get her to work with him. He says he forgives her for working with Batman, that it’s even a blessing in disguise because she knows inside information. Stephanie pretends to work with her father for a while while she gets stronger and gains allies. She eventually kills Roman Sionis for revenge and takes his place as the Black Mask. She throws her father back in jail with her new found power and names herself as one of the top crime lords in Gotham city. Stephanie is sick of Batman and his rules, and Tim Drake who originally pushed his superior morals on her. The Batfamily for never really believing in her, who never gave her the tools to succeed. Her father who took advantage of her at every turn and made her life a living hell. Her mom who never thought she was worth getting sober for. This whole damn city for never accepting help. Well Stephanie will never let herself be hurt by anyone again, this time she’s made sure of it.

[functionally-medicated]

I hurted myself making this and I EXTRA hurted myself by using How Did It End?

[insonniacaotica]

In my mind, when Jason beat up Tim in Teen Titans Tower he was actually beating up his failed child self in his head.

[someonesaidcake]

Set between Episode 10 and Episode 11 | Read on AO3

Fool's Gold || Her Story

She set the glass down on the countertop and pulled the water jug from the fridge. The condensation slicked her fingers, cold and clammy, but she barely noticed. The chill couldn’t cut through the haze numbing her senses. It was just water. Just a jug. Just her.

She tilted the jug to pour, but the stream missed the glass entirely, splashing onto the countertop and pooling along the edge. A mess. One more thing to clean. She stared at it for a beat too long, her mind sluggish, before moving to find the paper towels. Her steps felt foreign in her own kitchen, her hand hovering over the sink and darting near the toaster before landing on the roll tucked by the microwave.

She yanked a sheet. It tore jaggedly along the wrong edge. Another. And another. By the time she stopped, seven crumpled pieces lay in her hand, each a testament to her restless frustration. With slow, disconnected movements, she dabbed at the mess, her gaze fixed somewhere beyond the countertop.

And then her eyes caught it; the jacket slung over the back of her couch, neatly folded as though mocking her. It sat there, taunting her with the weight of all she hadn’t been. Not enough to make him stay. Not enough to keep him.

Her fist clenched around the damp paper towels, her movements sharp now, scraping at the water as if wiping away the evidence could erase everything. The sudden motion knocked the water jug, sending it crashing to the floor. The sound was startlingly loud, ringing through the silence of her home, but she didn’t flinch.

She crouched, her fingers brushing the jagged shards of glass, before she picked up a piece. The edge bit into her skin, carving a thin line across her fingertip. Blood welled up immediately, a perfect crimson bead rolling along the pad of her finger before spilling over.

She stared at it, her head strangely light, waiting for pain that didn’t come. She pressed the paper towels to the cut, more out of habit than care, but something inside her was shifting. The numbness began to crack, giving way to an ache that wasn’t just sadness, it was anger. Deep and searing.

Before she knew it, the empty glass from the counter was in her hand again. With a sharp breath, she threw it to the floor. It shattered, scattering more shards across the tiles, tiny fragments catching the light and refracting it like jagged stars. She stood in the centre of the wreckage, her boots planted in the middle of the chaos, her chest heaving.

At least now the outside matched the inside.

Read the rest on AO3

[garlic-burger-derger]

WHAT YALL KNOW ABOUT SET IT OFFF!!!

[kitcats-1-braincell]

Sprained my ankle today :(

Anyways have some oc doodles (these are all game characters from a game I wanna work on!! I’m actually figuring out what happens right now!! And I need ref sheets, dialogue, game overview, areas, etc.)

(Tldr: I have a lot of work to do and I’m hurting 😭😭)

[wreckrinho]

Lol i just hurted my lil handy cuz i was dancing by the sound of Take a Slice by Glass Animals fucking blasting in my smart TV. Its hurting nd bleededsgn

I fucked up my hand cuz im dumb enough to just punch the wall while dancingggggg...it was an accidenttttttttttt :(

Idk i just wamt to say it :^ meeejgkvvkslvkv

Edit: i just burned myself with the tea i made...Why universe?

[scribblesandink]

Quotes from Chapter 10 of my WIP. I made myself cry

[kai-beanz]

So, I'm gonna be sad for a moment because yeah.

(long ass rant under cut)

I tore my acl 10 days after my birthday. I was only allowed to be this new age for 10 days. It's really upsetting. Especially because I don't really have anyone to talk to. All of my friends no longer talk to me. But at least I have my boyfriend!(YIPPEE)

But like, my sister doesn't want to spend time with me, my parents are either busy or don't want to spend time with me either.

I don't feel like the age I am. Sometimes I feel like a small child, begging for attention because no one wants to play with me, or other times I feel like an old man who gets ignored by all of his family.

Like even if I had friends, I wouldn't be able to hang out with them.

I heard my parents talking to my sister the other day, and their conversation made me really upset. Here's how it went:

Sister: why do you want to take us (her and her friends) so many places?

Mom: because we want you to be able to spend time with your friends, we want you to have a good summer.

Dad: Yeah, exactly.

They've never done anything like that for me. Like literally never. Not even a "do you wanna hang out with your friends this weekend?"

It's so boring and draining sitting around doing literally nothing all the time. I was really looking forward to this summer, and now I can't do anything.

I'm just, really struggling with a lot of things right now. I've gotten sadder, I guess. I think my mental health is rapidly declining. Plus I'm in constant physical pain. Nothing I do is enjoyable anymore. I don't think I even like baking anymore.

I don't know what to do.

[strox-the-entertainer]

There's a hole in my heart that goes deeper everyday

Nothing can kill me, I'm already dead.

[depressedtrenchcoatbees]

[ciszxa]

tak bardzo chciałabym umrzeć, ale boję się, że inni będą się tym za bardzo przejmować

[functionally-medicated]

Had the idea to use The Prophecy for this show and Ep 12 gave me the rest 😭

[vartouhix]

you ever write something so sad for your muse that you're crying while writing it? yeah.

[inkskinned]

she's singing in another room and my dog is asleep at my feet. my grandma asked me why i haven't found a man yet and i laughed. oh, you know. i like my house clean.

my girlfriend is also my man is also "my partner" if i'm in a professional setting. yesterday we went to a ren faire and a man mimed at me - you're together? and at my delighted nod, his baffled, you're gay? made me laugh. a woman with rainbow hair said i love the two of you together. you're both so beautiful it's absurd.

my dad introduced my partner as my "..... friend. or whatever" the other day. he knows we're dating. in the same way, i was never able to get my sister's husband to stop saying that's gay like it's 2008. he still uses the word fa***t, and my sister's defense of him has always been well, he's just kidding.

my lover and i dance to old music in a tiny kitchen. we judge new music together and take food critique very seriously. we watch love is blind before we fall asleep and agree that if they had a queer season, it would be bloody but also make for excellent tv. of fucking course queer people would know someone for only 2 weeks and agree to get married. what are you saying.

at a bar with friends, a man puts his hand on my wrist. got a boyfriend? and yes, i do have a boyfriend, she's amazing. i am texting her while i wander around a gas station named after geese. i am visiting a swing state for a wedding. in the candy aisle i overhear: she's actually like a lesbian it's disgusting. two teenage girls with packaged sandwiches in their hands, giggling. no literally, like. i'm not, like. okay with her being there while we're all, like, naked and changing.

my girlfriend and i tailgate, drink gin and cider out of cups. from the frat group beside us, a man corrects himself with one of his friends: bro, i mean, nonbinary entity, and it makes everyone around him laugh, myself included. he razzes his friend the same way i would have killed for at 19 years old - like nothing happened, he continues: you apply sunscreen like an alien. he does a little sassy (and fairly accurate) dance interpretation of the motion. his friend is laughing so hard they're crying.

i am lucky, i live in a safe neighborhood in a safe state. my masc passenger princess comes up from DC. i drive her for an hour to where all the leaves are a violent arrangement of color. we walk along the trails, letting autumn into our blood. in this part of the state, there's a lot of pickup trucks and trump signs. when we chastely kiss before getting into the car, i accidentally make eye contact with a woman holding her child's wrist. she looks disgusted. she looks fucking pissed.

two hours later my girl and i are eating dinner on a patio, soaking in the last warmth of new england sun before the chill of winter sets in. we are giggling and trying to talk through plastic vampire teeth. at another table, i see a young woman sit up straighter. i watch her watch us. she blushes and takes her partner's hand from across the table. shy, like the taste of evening has just become something deeper.

it's worth it for this moment, i think. my lover is still humming the same song she's been singing for four days straight and i don't want to kill her for it. her guitar is beside my bed. her toothbrush is in my bathroom. in a few moments i will make us lunch. we are lucky enough to have found each other. it is lucky enough to be in love.

[whatever-local-cryptid]

Thought# 109 of ?

Not sure if my whole body is still supposed to hurt after flailing around 100+ trees. But my whole body still hurts.

And it’s deep muscle and tendon pain, probably from overworking them suddenly. The internet says: Water, Protein, Cherry Juice and Massages should help fix it.

Water and protein, doable we have a tap and Thanksgiving was only a few days ago. Cherry juice, probably in the miscellaneous pantry.

. . .

I hate massages, even doing it myself, so I’ll settle for eventually caving and sitting in a tub of salted water for over an hour. So yeah.

Take breaks when lugging around trees that you’re allergic to, while nearly falling out of the back of a truck that has no lift since you’ve become light headed from shortness of breath and the truck driver checks on you multiple times after you nearly eat the pavement because you almost collapsed like a rag doll.

Moral of the Story: Take breaks, and eat your vegetables. I take no criticism-