#i literally screamed when i read this

[vorbarrsultana]

on today's episode of making the grishaverse make sense: trying to come up with somewhat historically plausible title for nikolai

[blkkizzat]

Y’all someone on AO3 commented “you write like you’ve actually had sex before.”

BITCH IM DED

😭😭

DECEASED WJDHAKKSKAKAKAA

HELLO???

Like why yes I am a whore irl too, tysm for noticing 😩

Whew… that’s def going in the comment hall of fame.

[atlas7seo]

Sometimes I feel like people failed US History and this recent election and talks about tariffs really do prove that. I mean did literally everyone collectively forget about the Smoot-Hawley Tariff Act and those major repercussions? Btw that act happened in 1930. There's a reason President Hoover's name was used to refer to Shanty Towns in the Great Depression. Or the fact that almost all tariff acts within the last 80 or so years have either been expanding negotiation for world trade or deliberately decreasing tariffs. And the one time in 2002 where steel had tariffs placed on it, it was repealed in under a year because the cost greatly outweighed any benefits.

Does anyone remember the last time Trump tried to make tariffs in 2018? How many people credit it to be one of the largest tax increases in US history!?

Are people really that stupid? Like it's literally a REQUIRED part of our general education. Why do you think it is!? So people can actually make smart decisions.

[winn-wynn]

I still wonder how Percy reacted to finding out Scabbers was Peter Pettigrew

[princyvish]

So I read The Sun and the Sea by @stygianheart.

And hooo boy my brain chemistry has been altered

[m333myselfandiii]

Genuinely tweaking tf out because last chapter dropped and I'm so soul-wrenched pulled apart at the seams and unraveling that I don't even have the energy to cry lmaoo. Tbh i never expected to get this attached to a character/s (all of them, really- Shingen, Somi, Shintaro) and it sounds kind of stupid when I write it down here but still.

My heart breaks for all of them; Shingen, who had to live his life burdened by his clan duties. Shintaro, who had to live his life never being the first choice, of always being tethered to the rules. Somi, who, I think (I hope) loved her child, but just a little too late, and for Gun, poor, sweet Gun, who had to see them all die before his eyes.

They weren't good- they were a terrible family by all means (talking about the adults here obv), but somehow I can't bring myself to hate them for it. It's hard to express what I'm really feeling lol but I just hope. I just hope they're all finally at peace, now. Somehow, somewhere.

I hope Shingen and Shintaro get to be the kids that their childhood never allowed them to be, I hope Somi gets to smile more freely, and I hope that Gun can be happy and unburdened by his past. I hope.

[arctic-bookclub]

in my opinion, qphil isolating and exiling himself is only going to make things worse or delay the inevitable: as shown yesterday the enderking wants qphil to isolate, to not tell anyone, and luckily for our evil demigod that is exactly how qphil operates. he holds secrets in hopes of not hurting others, not getting them involved. and we just saw what happens when he has a support network helping him, he broke free from enderking’s grasp even for a moment. but that bit is not the only reason why his isolation is playing straight into enderking’s hands: it’s his insecurities as well. ”i’m a shit dad” ”i need to prove myself worthy of protecting” ”i need to provide better for the family” ”i need to be stronger” - all insecurities that are qphil’s downfall. enderking has already played into his need to provide for the kids as well as the want to be stronger (the buffs in the dungeon), what’s stopping him from digging his claws further to qphil’s core, his insecurities and weaknesses now that he has no one to break him out of his self-deprecating loop? when all he has are his thoughts, the caws of a crow and the voice of him? if no one finds him in exile, i think he will lose himself again, betrayed by his own mind

[dangerliesbeforeyou]

ok ok okokokok ok but the part of the read where reece says 'my devil had been long caged and he came out roaring' is maybe the singular sexiest thing i've ever heard heLP

[saintvainglorious]

Fics I Enjoyed in January - DC Comics Fic Rec List Part 2

I am still neck-deep in DC fandom this month and the fics have been so so good. Unlike last time, I am too tired to write mini summaries/reviews, so I'm going to feature my favorite quote from each fic instead.

My first DC Comics fic rec list is here!

Floor Plans by @oh-mother-of-darkness (Teen & Up, 1k, 2016) “I really didn’t want to die,” he finished. “I was kind of hoping if I laid here long enough, I would remember what that felt like.”

Losing two brothers in six months takes an emotional toll.

almost right by @bitimdrake (Teen & Up, 3k, 2020) He desperately wishes that he didn’t know what Dick’s cheekbone feels like under a gauntleted fist.

Bruce sucks in a breath, hand raising to fix the cowl. Dick flinches back.

but more with love by @danishsweethearts (Teen & Up, 3k, 2022) Dick wakes up one morning, groggy from a dream that he thinks might’ve been about the circus and also about his favourite car and also about how lonely he is, and realizes that he can’t remember what his mother’s voice sounds like anymore.

O Robin, Robin, wherefore art thou Robin?

The Mechanics of a Hug by @sohotthateveryonedied (General Audiences, 4k, 2017) “You know… that crushing sense of depression? Like,” Dick chews his lip. “It’s. A physical weight. Makes it hard to breathe?” “Yeah,” Tim says, soft. He smiles, wryly. “I sort of hoped you didn’t, though.”

“So,” Tim ventures. “It's… what, a cuddle pollen?” Bruce just shrugs. “Something like that.”

No Pain, All Gain by @sohotthateveryonedied (General Audiences, 1k, 2020) Tim’s eyes go even wider. “You stole my organs?” “Technically,” Jason chimes in, “the doctors stole your organs. We just gave them permission.”

Bruce checks Tim’s IV. “Are you in any pain? Do you need more morphine?” Tim’s pupils are so wide that only the faintest ring of blue can be seen. He watches Bruce the way a five-year-old watches cartoons. “I’m all good, B-dog. All Gucci, like we cool teens say." His words are slurred almost beyond recognition, but Tim doesn’t seem to notice or care. "I could fight Superman right now.”

The Wind Sits in the Shoulder of Your Sail by @birdchildsnest (Teen & Up, 7k, 2020) “Oh my god. Bruce. I can’t even tell if you’re serious. When everybody finally eats the rich—they’re going to eat you first.”

At least, back then, Tim had barely been a teenager. He could almost forgive his own volatility. And he’d been smart enough (scared enough?) not to tell Jack that he didn’t need him. What was his excuse now? Bruce was his dad (at least, in the legal sense), but (surprise, surprise) it turned out that Tim wasn’t any better at being a son. Or Tim and Bruce still have some things to sort through after the adoption.

I Left My Conscience On Your Front Doorstep by @dustorange (Teen & Up, 21k, 2022) He doesn’t want to be loved if being loved is like this.

"I think I'm leaving," Dick whispers. "I think I'm not coming back."

bad boys bad boys (whatcha gonna do) ♫ by @drakefeathers (Teen & Up, 20k, 2014) "They live their lives thinking they can charge through the city with the right to hurt and kill and destroy as many lives as they want. And they do it all without a shred of remorse." “But—” Damian begins, brow furrowed in confusion. “Isn’t that like you?”

a Jason and Damian as Batman and Robin AU!! featuring a bunch of graffiti, a rival dynamic duo, and Cat Jason (a cat named Jason).

The Biggest Mistake by @oh-mother-of-darkness (General Audiences, 1k, 2016) “I could ground him anyway, if it would make you feel better.” “He only said it because I called him ‘a garbage can so ineffective it actually became garbage.’”

"You know what really needs to be addressed? Bruce's truly terrible treatment of Damian." -Me, on a daily basis

been a number and a name by @wynterstars (Teen & Up, 35k, 2023) “Turns out if you just say ‘spacetime’ until people’s eyes glaze over they don’t really question anything you say. Also, somehow nobody expects me to be able to actually do enough math to explain it.”

On a field trip, Robin has a close encounter with the newest super in Metropolis, only to discover the hard way that Superboy secretly works for Lex Luthor. They agree to work together on a plan to free Superboy from Luthor’s hold, but Robin isn’t sure how far he can trust him—and his developing feelings only make things more complicated.

clean it like you mean it by @wynterstars (Teen & Up, 70k, 2024) "Wait, ugh, you're not my dead dad, right? If I'm getting a dying vision of my dead dad I want a do-over because he suuuuucked."

When Gotham's crooks have to scrub down their lairs, who do they call? Jason Todd, Gotham's first and only underworld crime scene cleaning specialist. He's spent his life dodging the Bat, but after a chance encounter he saves Robin's life. Tim Drake finds himself drawn to the conflicted rogue, and soon Jason becomes Robin's street informant. But they can only stay on opposite sides of the law for so long before something breaks.

3:16 by @wufflesvetinari (Teen & Up, 70k (WIP), 2023) “Try to decouple one thing from the other. I’m proud of you, but ice cream isn’t my grand statement about whether you’ve been good or bad today. Good things are good. Happiness is precious. Sometimes you just want caramel chocolate chip.”

The knife pushes thin along Dick’s carotid artery, cupping the indent between neck and jawline—forcing him to angle his chin. The metal is warm, pulled with execution speed from under Damian’s pillow. “Okay,” Dick says quietly, tracking the intricacies of his own heartbeat—counting the space between breaths. “Guess I did need a shave.” (With faltering steps, Dick and Damian become Batman and Robin.)

wolf-king of rome by @mysterycitrus (Not Rated, 25k, 2024) “You go after Joker, but you don’t kill him, because it’s not about the Joker dying, it’s about Bruce breaking his code for you. It’s about Bruce loving you enough to change himself for the worse. It’s about your idea of grieving.”

Jason doesn’t fear Dick Grayson. Fear itself has changed shape for him, since his return from the Pit - it tastes of dirt in his mouth, of drowning, of fire and blood and laughter, more than a tangible face. Still, he’d be stupid not to be cautious. Dick liked playing on an uneven field, and would do anything to keep him off balance, so he just had to stay focused. That’s the nature of the armistice, both waiting for the other to make a move. It’s like balancing on the head of a pin.

Declensions by @dustorange (Teen & Up, 13k, 2018) “Do not tell them your name. Do as I did to survive. I lied. I have always lied. Make one up. Do not let them have you. Say your name is…is…is…Richard Grayson. Or something. They are going to steal you; do not give them anything to steal.”

“My father,” Dick says, “worked the rope. It cut him. His hands were never clean.”

Passiontide by @bigdvmnhero (Teen & Up, 5k, 2025) Despite its faults, the day had tried to be good. He felt young, like someone's son.

On the 96th day Bruce didn't call, Dick remembered their old game. Three things he knew: 1) In three months, it would be Dick's death anniversary; 2) Bruce was still missing his check-ins; 3) Here Dick was, persisting. Imagine the things I'd survive, Dick thought distantly, if I loved Bruce less. Or: Agent 37 and his various crises of faith, on Day 277 at Spyral, Day 150, and Day -0.

the time you won your town the race by @silverwhittlingknife (Teen & Up, 4k (WIP), 2022) Tim. Tim is Dick’s. Death sharpens, clarifies these things. Who will receive the body, decide on the funeral, receive condolences, make all the decisions that matter. No one has questioned it, not even Tim’s friends. There’s a terrible clarity about death. If Dick said, let’s burn everything he owned, Alfred would do it.

He doesn’t know exactly what Tim would say. But he knows what Tim would do. Tim dies. Dick doesn’t take death for an answer. A Red Robin 12 AU.

door, opening by @cowboysorceror (Mature, 70k (WIP), 2024) Dick, with the keys to every locked door Jason has ever tried to open, tucked inside the cradle of his skull; all of that, snuffed out like a candle.

It’s barely audible, but he knows what he heard. A short, four-note whistle, chirping down – E, C#, then jumping up to A, F#, a little trill on the finish. He waits a moment, head turned slightly towards the dim shapes of storage containers between him and the ramp, eyes straining against the blackness. Long, stretching seconds. There it is again. His gloved hand, prickling with cold, closes into a fist. It’s a wood thrush. A small North American songbird that doesn’t sing at night, doesn’t live in the city. He knows what it means. It means hold, steady, not yet. It means wait for me, I’m behind you.

[seriousturd]

Mini doodle of a scene that made my heart explode

[143mizi]

Ivan - "I hope you will remember me" (☹️☹️💔)

Till- "ohh you're the one who stole my pencil once I think"

Also can we talk about how the "I hope you'll remember me" text is WAY smaller than everything else like WOW?? way to make me cry

[sukugo]

im obsessed im never gonna shut up about this oh my god im never fuckign recovering oh shit oh fuck gikjsadkashiouepujksajkHOIHJFA

gojo's legs wrapped around sukuna's waist, the way he pulls sukuna closer, the way he clutches at sukuna's hair and buries his face in his neck. THE FACT THAT GOJO'S ALL SLASHED AND BLOODY. im so NOT normal about this oh my god

[purplemoonabove]

Three shots, and we end up in a closet. Of course this would happen.

“Quit shoving!”

“Move then!”

Soon came to a sitting position which could have been better if the walls weren’t so close in, and our sides weren’t so pressed against each other. Only way for any further space is one or both of us laying at our sides, but I rather be facing the door. Pidge had Hunk shoved in here for a reason, and I couldn’t help but get a chuckle out. The irony of it all.

“I can’t believe this—No, actually, I can. Of course my life would be on the line the moment I’m with you. How ironic is that?” I expressed the thought, waving a hand.

Violet eyes glared with a sneer, a total opposite from his princely self that also amused me. “You act as though I’m the one that made it happen.”

“Well, it definitely wasn’t a problem long before I’ve met you, so…”

His eyes rolled, his head knocking at the wall on his side. “You’re ridiculous,” he muttered and my annoyance flared over the humor.

“You were first, you know!”

“What do you mean?!” Keith hissed. I forgot we had to keep quiet. “I’ve never done anything to you do to dislike me. What do you got against me anyway? Considering this grudge has been going on since before the cake incident, it had to be something so big for you to have it going for this long.”

What?

I was the one that went on my side, my eyes widening to show every bit of my disbelief over this guy. “You seriously don’t remember what you did?” I questioned, keeping my voice low this time.

“No, I don’t know!”

“Olympics, 19—"

He blinked, thrown off by the blunt statement but I just kept going. I called him out on the response he gave when we were younger in meeting for the first time. Man, I was so nervous; it wasn’t any day you get your own little (to me) Cuban family involved with political stuff such as having your mother as a mayor, and while the invite with her was a joy, so was the chances of meeting the actual prince himself.

Not your ordinary English prince either, considering the boy was half Korean. And the other half not even human. That came from a race outside from Earth that bore the same kind of monarchy you would have in Europe. Pale skin, violet eyes, black scruffy hair in process of becoming the mullet it was today, he would have been an ordinary child that got to attend the Olympics if not for his bloodline – and the mixed of Galra, the alien blood, and human bodyguards in position.

Their first meeting was simple: I said hi, and Keith… stared, like I was a waste of time. Then turned to his guard, human with a scar across his nose and a white tuff in front of his short black hair, muttering, “I don’t want to be around him.”

The grudge was struck as the realization on Keith’s face. My satisfaction finally came in play when the prince turned away, his annoyance fading.

“I didn’t realize you heard that.”

“Well, I did,” I muttered, looking ahead but not in focus. How could he not remember that? Didn’t he realize how much that hurt so much? ‘Don’t want to be around me’? You barely even knew me outside of politics and the Olympics!

“I could have been nicer.” Glancing back over lead to catching the serenity in his eyes over the disappointment. The prince then took a breath, the only thing I can hear in the room. “I’m sorry,” he continued. “I… I was an asshole then, and frankly… I’ve been an asshole to everyone at the time.

“My dad, my human parent, passed away months before, but everyone else continued parading me for show anyway, regardless of what I felt. I didn’t want to go anywhere, meet new people, be forced to put on a face for the cameras. Just… I just wanted to be alone. And I didn’t say I didn’t want to around you. It was “I didn’t want to be around here”, which is a completely different thing to what you assumed. But still, I’m sorry I made you feel terrible.”

Doesn’t help that I feel like apologizing. I forgot about his dad. The information they sent about his life. His father, Mr. Kogane. Former fireman chief, former King of the Galra colony. Died around both the boys were six from a forest fire, his last act on his famous job in saving various lives of humans and animals only to suffer from the smoke infecting his lungs until his time had to be up without a choice. A good and brave man, the one that was able to convince an alliance between humans and galra publicly before marrying his galra wife, now widower. The first connection of human contact Keith could have outside the galra. The only one before human guards came in that bore a resemblance, making him comfortable in his surroundings.

“I didn’t know,” I had to say, disappointed for not realizing he had it tough before. Hell, I should have remembered but the excitement for the Olympics and being nervous about my own position made it a passing thought until now. “I’m… I’m sorry.”

The silence laid between us, the awkwardness not as bad as we waited. There were no further gunshots—thank God—but no sign of Pidge or Hunk coming in by their footsteps. The top of my hair laid close to the wall behind, resting my skull at the hard texture.

“Alright, what else?”

I blinked. “What do you mean?”

“I mean, what else have I made you mad about? The Olympics can’t be the only reason.”

Suddenly the floor needed a good buffing. Our shoes must have made such scuffs on its surface.

“Oh my god, are you serious?!” Keith blurted, forgetting to be quiet this time. “That was it?! You were mad from over that incident?!”

“Don’t make it seem like a big deal!” I argued.

“How can I not?! You have to be kidding me. You’re seriously telling me that moment alone made you hold such a grudge towards me for years, and I’m supposed to be fine with it?!”

“Well, of course you would make it seem like it’s pointless!” Which it kind of was, but I got too much pride than to say something in agreement with him.

Keith scoffed, his shoulders shaking in growing humor if his grin wasn’t obvious. “You Earthlings are that emotionally attached, huh.”

“Hey, I’m not the only one in here with emotional attachments, Mullet.”

By the confused glare given in return, it took every fiber of my being not to show my amusement. Guess not fond of the new nickname from his “buddy”. “Mullet?”

“Ever heard of a haircut?”

“My hair is fine.”

“Billy Ray Cyrus begs to differ.”

“Who?”

“Wow. And you’re supposed to have be more cultured than me? Please.”

Any continuation from the prince was silenced by the opening door. I’m glad to see Pidge’s glasses being glared by the light as the first thing I see.

“Glad to see you two made yourself comfortable,” she teased. “False alarm. Some idiots brought in fireworks to show their friend. Let’s get going.”

With a relieved smile, the ever loving Hunk got up both on our feet before being surrounded by the guards once more as we left through the building. Outside, Keith got his phone out and I snatched it out his hand.

“What are you doing?”

“Hush.”

Once my contact info was in, I gave it back. He caught on immediately as he should.

“Got to keep it believable, no?”

Keith nodded. “Right.”

It didn’t take long before the two of us went back inside the limo, heading back to the hotel. But inside, now… I feel there’s a little change of understanding between us from the closet.

Just a little.

[astrxxnxmy]

My chaotic thoughts on Bucky in THAT What If episode because I haven't been able to get it out of my mind since I watched it

The scream I let out when Bucky first appeared though 💀

The intense eye contact with Peggy?? The way his gaze was so icy and emotionless while Peggy stared back in shock and sadness and then after, while talking to Howard, her voice shook.

(the drama is juicyy and i am all here for it)

And how he looks down when Hope says "Peter deserves our help as much as anyone." baby :( oh baby no someone give him a hug :(( and the help he clearly needs :(((

"It's just you and me, pal." "There is no me." BUCKY. BUCKY.

"You don't know me." AKSJKSFGHKS (that growl though)

"Steve Rogers did." THE SCREAM I SCRUMPT-- and the way Bucky's eyes widened. He knew, he recognized that name, he remembered, if only a little bit.

"And the man he knew, the friend he loved, would never take that shot." THE FRIEND HE LOVED IM SCREAMING I CANT DO THIS TODAY

PLUS HIS HESITATION JUST AT HEARING STEVE’S NAME GOD

THE WAY HE THEN BROKE FREE FROM THE PROGRAMMING AND WENT ON THE RUN TO REDISCOVER HIMSELF JUST LIKE AFTER CATWS

"The Winter Soldier may be out there, but I'm pretty sure Bucky Barnes is out there with him." 😭❤️

[kyouka-supremacy]

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[peaches2217]

So my hyperfixations become official hyperfixations when I begin hoarding/collecting. Accordingly…

The latest hoard is coming along well. 😅