#i would but my brain is out of space

[thefriendlyneighborhoodqueer]

sometimes i think about how funny it would be if bruce had a slight english accent as a result of alfred being the only adult in his life for most of his formative years. that or he just says british slang instead of english.

this either drives his children insane, or they think it’s the most hilarious thing ever.

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Bruce: Can you pass the chips?

Dick: Sure, B. *passes over the potato chips*

Bruce: No, the chips.

Dick: ???? … yeah? here?

Bruce: NO! THE CHIPS! *gesturing wildly for the french fries*

Damian: Father, are you having a stroke?

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Batman: Alright, this mission is very important. It is imperative that everything goes to schedule. (shh-edule)

*red robin and red hood snicker*

Batman: *glare* As I was saying, it all must go to shh-edule…

RR & RH : *uproariously laughter *

Batman: *harsher glare* Is something funny?

RR: Oh nothing, B, don’t worry.

RH: Absolutely nothing wrong, “left-tenant”

RR & RH: *dying of laughter *

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Bruce: *reaching the end of a long rant about responsibility and making sure you are keeping yourself and others safe* And what do you have to say for yourself??

Duke: … You sound like Alfred…

Bruce: *horrified look over coming him* … what

Cass: *furious nodding*

*Some time later, after B has been fished out of Gotham Harbor, which he jumped into after declaring that he “couldn’t turn into his father”*

Alfred: *reaching the end of a long rant about responsibility and making sure you are keeping yourself and others safe* And what do you have to say for yourself??

Bruce: *white as a sheet* … Sorry Alfie…

*Steph is heard furiously cackling in the background*

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anyways i just thought this was fun

[skunkes]

micro comic with no real point or punchline i just have conversations i wanna draw out sometimes

[gomzdrawfr]

Do you think Price and Nik would fall low enough to make out on the floor of a random toilet

[infamously-winking]

hot take on billford is that the secret third thing is obsession with being seen by someone for the first time in each of their lives

[petitepatateuwu]

It's way too hot and I am way too tired to do any more efforts, so excuse the critical lack of quality here.

If you didn't know, Cole is my favourite Power Ranger :D

And while I was binge watching Ninjago I had the pleasant surprise to see him physically and mentally traumatized in season 5 😈

And since I'm a huge sucker for angst, my brain immediately thought of developing that idea in order to hurt my beautiful baby boy some more. That and also the fact that my brain immediately looks for logic in the laws of cartoon physics (I really shouldn't do that...)

So I bring you the "Cole is a Ghost Kind-of-Saga". I still have a few more ideas to exploit, notably adressing the ways the other ninjas will help him cope with his new condition :3

And maaaaybeeeee a small comic too 😇

Anyways, I will let my brain rest a bit for now and sleep.

[bitchfitch]

I had a shrink appointment today and while I could not see it I knew my doc was going through the five stages of grief while I explained my fool proof strategy for doing my t shots despite a crippling fear of needles: By abusing my vastly more crippling fear of being an inconvenience.

My mother and I play phasmophobia together every week. she usually has a pretty limited time to do this bc she's like. a doctor and a college professor whos always busy. So I asked her to just. hold me to doing them. We don't start playing until the shot is done. so my needle fear doesn't matter because now it's Wasting™ her time and I have to do it quick. Using one neurosis to defeat another.

It's a horrible coping mechanism because it's feeding the inconvenience fear, but it is definitionally a coping mechanism.

[alien-mil]

I feel like I have a very specific taste when it comes to fictional men

EXAMPLES

Percy Jackson: no explanation needed

Smiling Finn: childhood crush

Eli: also a childhood crush

Max: another childhood crush

There’s probably more I can did up like the classic Hiccup Haddock and Jack Frost but I wanted to get into specifics!

Extra note to add: also had a crush on the characters they were/are shipped with so the bi panic goes my way as well

I have added more

Specifically Spetacular Spider man - because he was lowkey pathetic and awkward which I loved!

And the girls that were his love interest were hot

And now we get into MHA

The only one that wasn’t Bakugou that I actually liked was

Tokoyami - yes he’s a bird but I don’t know all I know is that he’s attractive

[chickpea0]

There's 2 categories of regression headcanons

You fully believe this character is or could be a regressor/cg/flip/something. There's bits in canon that you can point to and say that's why and there's reasons why they would specificially regress or be a caregiver! A headcanon or heartcanon.

For sillies. Feasibly, you could write ANY character to be part of the community! You don't actually think it would fit but you're either imagining it because you're fond of the character and there's just something about it or you're going through all the characters in your head an applying babification to them. I call these "regressorland headcanons" where you prioritise the regression over being true to canon.

Both are great Both are entertaining! But gosh it can be hard to get yourself to answer "do I actually think this would fit or am I just doing this for the sake of it/doing what i think could possibly apply"

[buqbite]

it's kinda fascinating to me how welt has been "at the end of his life" for like. several decades by now. he goes on and on about how old and weary he is and how "his job is done" and his story is over but- oh wait i just realized i can phrase this in a very funny way- he's kind of sorta immortal now because he got the herrscher core back, so he's really just stuck in the epilogue for all eternity

[mrpenguinpants]

Hypothetical question but are we still into windbreaker (nii satoru)? Y'all cool if I put my hyper fixation on center stage?

[salidadelmarisol]

[kelpermoosee]

Knocking them over and watching them scramble to get up with those big ass heads

[koqen]

KEI: a winning hand’s only good if you keep your cards hidden.

[thedreadvampy]

I have some very genuine concerns about my mental health the last year or two. I think I took a few fairly normal knocks (work stress, breakups etc) but because the state of Being A Person Who Wants Things And Expects To Feel Good was so new to me I feel like I've responded by. retreating back towards old patterns. but it feels so much worse to do that because like when I was younger I didn't know other things were possible and now I DO.

(and I know this is an extremely normal response for someone with CPTSD and knowing that just makes me so much more annoyed and frustrated about it frankly)

like until I was in my mid 20s I didn't really worry about what I wanted, only about what I could survive with. I didn't expect to be treated like a person who mattered and I didn't treat myself like a person who mattered intrinsically as much as I did someone who had to keep the machinery of life running. I didn't particularly worry about how I felt, only about what I did to manage it.

then I had a bunch of therapy and I got out of my post-uni state of hand-to-mouth poverty and living off friends. and I stopped getting repeatedly sexually assaulted, and I started to build some stability and confidence, and I made friends who weren't exclusively People It Was My Job To Keep Alive, and I started to build a sense of my own identity and worth separate from what I needed to serve other people or control how I was perceived. I even started to want things, or at least to admit the possibility that I might want things for myself beyond 'that seems tolerable'. I've been working hard on moving away from being grateful that people are there at all, and starting to ask myself what I need from them beyond tolerance.

but then like there were a bunch of knockbacks. big and small ones. and I'm finding myself in a really really really familiar emotional place and it's not because people are asking me to go there. but I'm numb when people give me mutually upsetting news because there isn't room for both of us to be upset. I'm struggling to think of myself as a person who could be legitimately likeable or attractive on my own merits if I'm not doing things for them. I'm wracked with guilt all the time for not knowing exactly what's happening in people's lives and for not being constantly available. I feel loud and like I'm occupying too much space. I feel like, at the same time, I'm being hysterically overreactive and worryingly underreactive to the same thing. I can't stop stepping outside myself to assess if I'm behaving Normally. I'm so tired all the time and I'm sleeping convulsively. People are asking me what's wrong and I feel so lonely because I can't explain what's happening or understand what causes it or identify what might help so I just can't say anything.

and this is all pretty upsetting in itself but it's also really fucking frightening. it all has the flavour of feelings I thought I'd got away from. and I'm really really really scared by that. It makes me feel like it's never going to go away.

It feels like I live in a house with rotten floors. and I've been climbing up out of the dark but sometimes the floor just gives way and I go slamming back down through to the basement and break a bunch of bones on the way down.

and I think there's a huge part of me that just wants to hunker down in the basement and stop trying to be a person and go back to being a thing. cause then I don't have to worry about falling. I'm on bedrock.

I grew up in the basement. it sucked but it was life. but the higher up I climb the further I have to fall down cause I have actual shit to lose now. cause upstairs I matter and I have Expectations and Wants and Relationships and in the basement I just have cold dark.

It is really really annoying though that knowing that that's what's happening, and knowing that I don't actually want that (and that I was so miserable in the basement that I genuinely think the only reason I got past 20 was that I didn't have enough sense of my own feelings mattering to justify offing myself) doesn't actually stop me feeling this way. I can't argue myself out of trying to shut down.

Brains are stupid. They're stupid and annoying and I wish to register a complaint.

[lesbworth]

selected moments (mostly gay or countess almaviva or both) from barrie kosky's 2023 production of le nozze di figaro at the wiener staatsoper

[shadyvoidhologram]

I was laying in bed overthinking, as you do, and started to go on a depressive doom spiral. And then, to distract myself I started thinking about the things I like.

[Spoilers and some gross details incoming, you know what Mouthwashing is about]

So, eventually I started thinking about Curly being in a similar headspace as I was, laying down, incapable of doing anything, constantly in pain and hearing time and time again how quickly things are going to shit and that it's all your fault.

Him replaying his mistakes over and over on his head, imagining the many ways things could've gone a different way if only he had done something instead of ignoring the issues to "keep the peace".

Remembering every interaction that led to the accident, Anya's confession, his friends poorly disguised resentment, him ignoring and filtering details of his crew's mental state, her taking the gun, the notice, Jimmy.

Him being a coward and disguising his hate of confrontation with the guise of being a good friend.

And then comming back to reality, to is burning flesh. To the blood, shit and bile staining the bandages, robe and bed, to watching and hearing his friends suffer and die, unable to do anything.

When the kid dies, in the midst of all the emotional chaos, he feels some sick sense of relief knowing that probably Swansea will deal with both of them quickly and it'll be over at last.

Then Jimmy finds the gun.

And he can't help but laugh. He remembers the conversation they had and he cackles bitterly because not even in death can her wishes be respected. She trusted him and he failed her even after she was gone.

Soon enough it's just the two of them left.

Through muffled ears he hears Jimmy rambling, talking to himself, asking questions and answering right after, he sees him moving the bodies around. When Jimmy carries him from the infirmary to the common room table he's still as stone, not a sound leaves his mouth, he doesn't look at the bodies thrown on the chairs around the table, he doesn't even breathe.

But all of Jimmy's attention, hatred, idolatry, and envy are on him only. Eyes glossy, cut pieces of a one sided conversation and a tentative smile on his lips when he reaches for the slightly dented knife.

He screams until his lungs close and his throat burns. When he's fed parts of himself he cries and throws up until he is forced to swallow and keep it down.

He's dehidrated, half delirious from the blood loss and emotionally checked out when Jimmy picks him up and tells him they can still fix this, he knows what to do. That he's going home.

Sure, he thinks, he wants to go home.

When he's placed on the cryopod he just stares at Jimmy talk to himself at him some more, about being heroes and everything being all right now. Then he steps out of sight.

It's on the silence after the loud bang when his brain starts working again, he's completely and utterly alone on a crashed ship of a company that's closing it's doors, with a now depleted shipment that wasn't even important enough to guarantee a search party, and no way of fending for himself in the case of 20 years passing and no one coming, even less if the power gave out before that.

As the cryopod finally starts to cool, the few tears he has left fall from his remaining eye.

He hopes he doesn't wake up to see what happens next.

..ok see y'all when I wake up-