#i want his hug

[hinamie]

mentor

[mistyeyedbandit]

I should stop. I told everyone that I’ve stopped so maybe it’s time to live that truth.

But I only said that because I’m tired of being counseled, being patronized and chastised like a child. I know what your advice will be, I know how you feel. I know this is not healthy or productive or smart, but I don’t know how to do this and neither do you, really. So stop telling me how you would do it.

Everyone has had feelings before, a crush at least, but me? I’m an infant learning to walk after I’ve already participated in 100 fucking races. I know how to do sex, I know how to fuck someone to make the urge go away, then block them because I want nothing to do with them and they want nothing to do with me. But this? I don’t even know what this is.

He’s not right for me. I’m not right for him. I couldn’t be there for him if I wanted to be. I’m anxious, I have attatchment issues, I’m mean and sarcastic, I go to frat parties every weekend and drink my body weight in pink whitney because I’m a freshman in college and my social life comes second only to school and I don’t think there’s even space for him in that hierarchy. I hate other peoples’ actions being responsible for my emotions more than I hate the British Museum, I’m easily irritable, I forget to take my atidepressants and the mood swings that causes are insane, and I need constant reassurance because I can’t read social cues. On the other hand, he smokes, which is something I hate, he’s bad at texting, and he leaves town almost every weekend for his shows, which is the only time I have free to see him. His priorities are work then work in that order and I could never fit in there, he lives an hour from my college, but without my own car it’s basically long distance for me, and he comes with so much baggage that I would have to have to pay to check it in and then pay extra because it’s so heavy it violates OSHA which is not something I’m sure someone who was put on a 50150 hold less than a year ago can handle because I also have my own.

And yet…

And yet, I can’t release him no matter how hard I try. I feel like I’ve never had fingers before and now that I do I don’t know what to do with them. I finally figured out how wrap them around something to hold on. Now how do i make them unclench? Why can’t i control my own hands?

I should stop. But for the first time I understand what it is to have butterflies chasing their way up my throat and trying to escape in a flurry of “You’re so cute” and “Can we cuddle please,” and “I like you,”. I know what people mean when they say that safety and trust leads to unbearable fondness. I know how to want something in a manner which I have never once wanted anything before. It’s the sweetest feeling I have ever felt, tender and delicate and soft, where I am used to being blunt and heedless in my day to day life. It leaves a cloying film over my teeth and tongue but the most buzzy honeyed sensation in my brain like I’ve just had two cups of hot mulled cider.

And like any positive feedback loop, more leads to more, not less. The more I think about him the warmer I become, the more soft-hearted. And how am I supposed to stop when with every passing second, I become increasingly enamored. When i can’t even stop thinking about him, am I just supposed to stop talking to him?

So I went and lied to everyone I love, because I can’t handle being told to let go again and again when I don’t know how.

[chloesimaginationthings]

FNAF Circus baby or not, she’s still Michael’s little sister,,

[equinoxette]

they should've hugged!!

[ajthecrocodile]

IT’S A RAINBOW OF BILLS! A BILLBOW! RGBILL!!!

The clip of Bill saying YELLOW was all over my FYP and it inspired me…

[sandflakedraws]

hug time 🌺

[batbabydamian]

Jorge Jimenez C2E2 2024 Commission!

[kettlefire]

Not so Different. (DcxDp)

The stunned silence was louder than the rest of the gala had been. Every single pair of eyes were wide with shock, fear, and even concern. The last sound to have left the patrons was scattered gasps at the reveal.

It was meant to be simple. A new up and coming technological company had put all their savings into this. A huge gala to show of the reason the world needed their technology. Needed their help.

No one believed it. Truly, who could have? A large group of men and women dressed purely in white suits, spouting about the threats of ghosts. It was insane and impossible.

Many of the big names that attended today only came for publicity. The notoriety that came with having been there when this company crashed and burned in one night.

It's the only reason Bruce Wayne was even among the crowd. Accompanied by Oliver Queen and his own son, Dick Grayson. As much as Bruce hadn't wanted to be here, he knew his reputation was important to keep up.

That was until two agents stepped out onto a stage they had at the back of the large room. A thick curtain had kept the sight behind it completely hidden from the patrons. Until the moment was right. That was when the thick curtain had suddenly been ripped back, as a third man took a microphone and began to explain.

But his words fell on deaf ears. Especially for the three secret vigilantes in the crowd. Not a single person could tear their gaze away from the cage that now stood in full view.

It wasn't the cage that had everyone enraptured. No, it was the glowing creature curled up in the center of it. No, not a creature. It was a boy. Still baby faced and youthful. Too young to be in a cage.

A high-tech muzzle was securely wrapped tightly against the boy's mouth. His knees pulled tight to his chest, one arm wrapped around them. His other hand pressed tight against the muzzle, seeming to almost be trying to keep it in place.

The boy's toxic green eyes were wide, filled with a clear intensity of pain and terror. There were old tear stains on his cheeks, quickly being replenished with fresh tears. His messy, bright white hair fell into his face. The boy looked both like he wanted to look away, but also like he couldn't. Like he couldn't risk not seeing the threat coming.

It didn't take a genius to see the boy was in pain. Human or not, this went beyond inhumane treat. Making minds racing with thoughts of what else these people had done to the poor boy.

Bruce knew in this moment that this company had just caught the attention of Batman. Based on the look in Oliver's eyes, they also just collected the wrath of the Justice League as well. Bruce hadn't even needed to look at Dick to know he was on the same page.

It went unnoticed by any other patrons. All the focus was glued on the stage, on the lecture and caged boy. No one noticed when Bruce Wayne slipped his phone of his pocket. When he hit a singular speed dial as he turned away from the show. He brought his phone to his ear as he silently signaled his trusted allies to keep an eye on it.

[berrythefish]

I may have started to love this little guy..

I couldn't just not draw him

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Council of lovefools.

[First] Prev <–-> Next

[chaos-bringer-13]

I've seen a lot of people writing Danny as a space ancient and Dan and Dani as ghosts with moon and sun cores, being sort of parts, versions of Danny and therefore weaker. Now, consider: Dan and Dani are both powerful ghosts with really cool cores and stuff but Danny is just some guy™

Dan, who came from an alternate timeline and is kind of from the future but also not, is Clockwork's apprentice and will eventually become an ancient of time. He probably only agreed to have some lessons with Clockwork to understand better what happened to him, but he enjoys his apprenticeship now.

Dani, with her love of travelling, loves seeing all the different places the world offers to her, and that includes space and different planets and maybe even parallel universes, and she accidentally ends up being an apprentice of the space ancient. For now she's probably a baby ancient of freedom or something like that, but she might become an ancient of space in the future.

We can also have something like Dan having a core of destruction or Dani being the Speed Force if you want it to be dcxdp, or any headcanon of yours about their cool powers.

And then there's Danny. And yeah, everyone knows that he's super powerful, but also he's just some guy.

It can go different routes. Does everyone know that Danny is just Danny? Or do they think that with siblings (well, technically a clone and an alternate version, but whatever) so powerful, he must be even stronger? Is Danny actually something terrifyingly eldritch and ancient and strong, almost a god, but he just doesn't know himself? Or is he just really some guy?

Now, because it's obvious that I have a dcxdp brainrot, have a regular "JL summons/meets a powerful ghost" but its Dan and Dani, and they keep mentioning their original/brother who won a fight against them at some point. The JL is very concerned about Dan and Dani's godlike powers, and they can't imagine what Danny is like. And then they meet him (in his human form), and it's just a young adult in casual clothes, very friendly and helpful, with no evident powers. Imagine the confusion. Imagine Dan and Dani, radiating power, in their eldritch ghost forms, admitting that fighting Danny for real is the dumbest thing to do and not even they would succeed... And then there's Danny is jeans and silly t-shirt, waving shyly.

[hinamie]

parenthood was not on my 2024 bingo card but clearly life is full of surprises

[seiwas]

thinking about katsuki finding out about that little crush you had on shouto since seeing close-ups of him during the televised sports festival—you were in high school then, too.

he shouldn’t care about it because it doesn’t matter, it was so long ago and shouto’s always been marketed as the pro-hero pretty boy—consistently top 3 most handsome, the front cover of magazines, all that.

this is to be expected, it’s what everyone’s been tempted to react like.

but since finding out, he’s been stewing in… in whatever this bubbling, throbbing feeling in his head means. he’s snappier than normal, face scrunched up more than usual.

and every time he sees shouto he wants to strangle the hell out of him.

[shamblespirate]

[mmmairon]

I fear my hands may always be stained red

[stefisdoingthings]

don't look (please do)