#i live in redacted

[smute]

it only took two trips to like... four (?) different stores and then two more online orders but now i finally have everything i need for pad thai. ill (try to) make it either tonight or tomorrow

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Behold, a Bunny!

(for @alliechickfic on twitter)

[deezbignutz]

i don't remember when I said this or if someone else already said this but I feel like I need to say it again

Gavin, who changes his appearance to look older as Freelancer ages to make them feel like they aren't the only one in the relationship that's changing over time.

Gavin, who sits next to Freelancer in the hospital they've been staying at the past few weeks and holding onto their frail and weak body as they give him one last smile before passing away in his arms.

Gavin, who sobs painfully and mutters "I love you"s into his dead lover's temple before cloaking both of them to have a few more moments alone with Freelancer.

😋

hope you enjoyed

[maxpaulll]

David is little spoon whether he likes it or not (he moved in his sleep and Angel was determined to stay attached)

[twinkthrasher]

fuck Babe and Asher's canonical meeting they met on myspace way back when they were in highschool as cringe scenemo idiots... yeah.... totally....

[penumbra-mayhem]

Do You Want to Leave? - Darlin’/Sam fic

“If there was any color left in Darlin’s face, it dissipated at the soft question. They’d fucked up. This was it. Time to go. Grab the bag and run. Run. Run. Run. Run. Ru—”

(I hc that Tank has a stutter; there's more on that here if you'd like. This takes place a couple months after Darlin’ moves into Sam’s place.)

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Sam hadn’t meant to find it. He wasn’t snooping, he’d just been cleaning. Between him and Darlin’, they didn’t own that much stuff, so stumbling across a black backpack shoved to the back of their closet peaked his curiosity.

He pulled it out, scanning over its nondescript exterior before unzipping the largest pocket. His brow furrowed. Clothes. Money. A knife.

A quiet, sharp inhale—Sam’s head shot up at the noise. Darlin’ stood frozen in the doorway, eyes fixed on the open bag in Sam’s hands.

“Darlin’,” Sam spoke, his voice low and laced with hesitation, “What’s this?”

They didn’t say anything. They couldn’t. Sam waited for a reply. When it appeared he wasn’t going to get one, he asked again,

“What is this?”

Darlin’s hands began to tingle. The doorway began to shrink around them. What could they say, besides the truth? Anything but the truth.

Sam looked back down at the bag. Clothes. Money. A knife. He didn’t want to ask. He already knew the answer.

“Is this a go-bag?”

If there was any color left in Darlin’s face, it dissipated at the soft question. They’d fucked up. This was it. Time to go. Grab the bag and run. Run. Run. Run. Run. Ru—

“—are you leavin’ me?”

Darlin’ finally resurfaced from the whirlpool of their thoughts. Sam’s countenance toed the line between despair and disbelief. He began to tremble. The distance between them was unfathomable, the bedroom stretching before their eyes.

“N-n-no,” Darlin’ replied, before weakly adding, “n-n-n-not unless y-y-y-you w-w-want me t-to.”

Sam shook his head, “What do you mean? Why would you think I’d want you to leave?”

Run. Run. Run. Run. Run. Run. R—

“—baby,” Sam pleaded, trying to pull Darlin’ out of the spiral he could see them sinking into, “talk to me…please.”

Darlin’ knew they couldn’t avoid this. Couldn’t avoid him, with his damned loving gaze and soft downturned lips. Yet they tried all the same, shaking their head and biting the inside of their cheek to keep from talking.

Sam set the bag down on their bed and slowly moved towards Darlin’. They resisted the instinct to flinch as he raised his hand towards their face. He wasn’t Quinn. He wouldn’t hurt them. Right? Run. Run. Run. Run.

His fingers brushed softly against their cheek—a motion like he was brushing away a tear. Were they crying? They were, fuck. They felt his other hand grasp one of theirs as he spoke again, “Darlin’, please. What’s goin’ on?”

They stared at his chest, unable to meet his gaze as they finally whispered, “It’s j-j-just in c-c-case.”

“In case what, love? In case…in case I hurt you?”

Darlin’ felt sick at the question. They gripped Sam’s hand tighter as they met his teary gaze and tried to quell his fear, “N-no! N-n-no, I kn-kn-know you’d n-n-never….you’re n-n-not….”

Not Quinn.

“It’s j-j-just….in case y-you w-w-w-want me t-t-to leave. In c-c-c-case I-I f-f-fuck this up.”

Sam’s jaw set. Something flashed in his eyes before he let go of Darlin’s hand and turned around, heading towards their bed. Darlin’ watched as he grabbed something from the bag. Clothes.

“W-w-what’re y-you d-d-doing?”

Sam didn’t reply as he opened their shared dresser, placing each article of clothing inside. He walked back to the bag. Money.

He grabbed Darlin’s wallet on their bedside table, stuffing the money inside before returning to the bag.

“Sam!” Darlin’ exclaimed, taking a step into their bedroom, “Wh-what are y-you d-doing?”

Sam turned to face them, his gaze firm, his voice resolute.

“This is your house. Your home. You’re not leavin' unless you want to leave. Do you want to leave?”

Stunned by the blunt question, Darlin’ didn’t respond. The silence carved anguish into Sam’s face, causing panic to rise again within Darlin’. Run. Run. Run.

After a moment, they whispered, “N-n-no.”

The answer covered the floor between them like a varnish and slowly dried as they stared at each other. Sam reached back into the bag, murmuring, “C’mere.”

Darlin’ hesitated, then closed the distance. Sam held out his hand. The knife.

“Go on,” he urged quietly.

Darlin’ took the knife from Sam’s shaking hand. They placed it in the drawer of their bedside table before glancing at him and whispering, “I’m s-sorry.”

Sam shook his head slightly. His fingers trailed up Darlin’s arms and caressed their cheeks.

“Oh sweet thing…” He placed a gentle kiss on their forehead. “It’s ok…” A kiss on their nose. “I understand….” A kiss on their lips.

“You want to leave?”

“N-no. N-n-never.”

[lale-txt]

so was no one going to tell me that the newest haikyuu-bu chapter is 15 pages of omi putting on tempered glass in his underwear

[running-tweezers]

Damien with the Road Trip Google Doc

[s0lairee]

my 2025 redacted bingo card just says "vincent/lovely proposal" 24 times

[andy-clutterbuck]

1x04 - What We | The Ones Who Live

[redacted-vibes]

Okay so,, 🤌 Concept.........

Shaw pack meeting.

Everyone hushed,

listening to David

He's giving run down of whats been going on, what their plans are this week/month etc etc. Angel slowly creaks into the back of the room, no one really turns around but Angel is carrying a box of.. Something.

They make their way to their seat, fairly close to the front, near David but not directly in the spot light/podium watever tf he is. Everyone is still listening and concentrating on David with due diligence... But...

You can hear a smol constant kerfuffle coming from Angel and this box.

Slowly people begin to look over, check they're ok yknow surely something is happening.

Turns out Angel found a litter of kitten outside the Shaw Security office and didnt have the heart to just leave them there in the cold. So they boxed em up and brought them inside to distribute to pack members AFTER the meeting. At least they planned to. They did NOT think through the fact that all of these lil shits would be climbing out and wreaking havoc in a very quite meeting room, lead by the Very Serious David.

The meeting lasted as long as it could with this distraction (a whole 5mins). David ended it early because thats as long as he could hold to the packs attention thanks to his mate. OK THE END 😘

[notgreengardens]

forget tiktok, instagram or candy crush, there is nothing that makes you as addicted to your phone as looking for an apartment in a city with a notoriously bad housing market

[thesolaireslawyer]

I redrew an old William piece for my birthday. And I'm happy to share it all with you.

And a wonderful friend of mine gave me an awesome William idea, so be on the lookout for that too 👁

List of taggyness - @dawnofiight @achios @vind3miat0r @paythesmith @puffin-smoke @sunsickcrab ( IM SO SORRY YOU ASKED TO BE ADDED TO THIS A WHILE AGO 😭🙏 )

The jury is still out on the hair haha

[gbirrd]

4/9 - Tim Drake tarot card designs for Complete Candor by @vexfulfolly as part of the @batfam-big-bang

Read the fic here!

Other cards:

1-Babs 2-Cass 3-Bruce 4-Tim 5-Damian 6-Jason 7-Duke 8-Steph 9-Dick

Image IDs

Image 1:

A design of "The Hierophant" tarot card. It has the texture of recycled paper and reads "THE HIEROPHANT". A symbol of a spider-web is visible behind the numeral "V".

A young Tim Drake stands facing forward, holding a camera in front of him, and his right hand raised as though taking a pledge. He has large pupil-less white eyes and there is a ring of glowing blue city buildings behind his head. There is a spider-web pattern in the background behind it, and one of the lens cap of his camera. In front of Tim facing him are Dick and Jason, both in their Robin uniforms.

Image 2:

A design of "The Hierophant" tarot card. It has the texture of recycled paper and reads "THE HIEROPHANT" upside-down. An symbol of an eye is visible behind the numeral "V".

Tim Drake stands facing forward in his Red Robin uniform. He holds his bo staff in his left hand and has pupil-less white eyes. Vague silhouettes of Dick and Damian as Batman and Robin are visible on a dark red background. A red eye behind Tim's head casts a dim red glow. The inside of his cape is covered in red eyes. The entire card is upside-down.

[moregraceful]

can we PLEASEEEEE talk about nico sturm's white boy swag PLEASE. like what was that. why were the sharks so intensely hiding his white boy swag. "oh we got him for his face offs" WHAT ABOUT HIS WHITE BOY SWAG. imagine if the sharks had not made a holiday music video we would not have never known about nico sturm's insane white boy swag. ik you all are consumed with thing1 and thing2 and also thing3 and thing4 but what was going on with nico sturm in that video, we need to discuss. why was he the only one giving it's big and i know what to do with it energy. ON THE SHARKS?? HELLO

ALSO. cody ceci can't rap nor should he ever again get his ass off the mic but he DID sound like an npr show host. he has the smooth tenor of a man telling me on all songs considered that this all-female octogenarian shoegaze quartet is going to be playing at hardly strictly bluegrass this year. or like a guy who was an overnight host for a classical music station. he's telling me he's got gershwin to accompany me through the cold winter night. he's signing off with an instrumental version of "st. james infirmary" at 6am. he calls his listeners his "lovers" and gets away with it bc the only people who listen to overnight classic music stations are lonely old men and particularly unwell college students. ohhhh cody ceci you're wasted as a dman you should be romancing old men

[arrowfleur]

[Sam healing Darlin]

Sam: how’s your head?

Darlin’: well I haven’t had any complaints yet