#i... cried while typing this

[jazzzzzzhands]

oh... its officially october i really hadnt noticed... but i have an announcement that ive been dreading to make I say this with a heavy heart... But i wont be doing Inktober this year

I've been doing Inktober for 8 years now And everyyear i pour my heart and soul into doing Inks that seemingly seem to happen by magic and i usually feel such a big inspiration to do my Best Works! and i will admit that i usually prepare for it too But something happened this year and well I havent really been myself this year Art has been hard, doing anything has been hard i am trying! I'm happy to have the asks that i have to inspire me But everytime i've gone to Ink, the drive has.. just not been there i did manage! to do about 4 of them I will post them a bit spaced out through this week But after that.. I think what i will do is that i will reblog my favorite inktobers throughout the year that i have done in honor Another thing im doing is im trying to rekindle my love in different fandoms, because it sort of feels like i've already drawn for everything! i'm watching a lot of shows.. playing games it feels like fandoms are at a standstill right now I'm just waiting for the next big excitement to hit! It definitely feels like a grand Pause Where im revisiting a lot of old shows while im waiting I know not a lot of people will be bothered, Im not a very well known artist. But for anyone who knew me for my inks I do apologize to you and to myself It honestly breaks my own heart that im just... not doing it this year ive always looked so forward to it... But also ive always just tried to do the extraordinary, always one-upping myself! going the distance! Inktober always has been magical for me... I'm not sure if i will be "fixed" by next year or if it will feel ok to return after missing a year but i just dont have it this year the drive, the motivation, the energy, the magic... i have to look inside and find it again

[starry-bi-sky]

I'm in A Mood™ (stressed) so im going back to my roots of melting two character together into one person. So bruce wayne!danny fenton. Danny Fenton who, for eight years, grew up in a beautiful gothic manor with his mom and dad under the name "Bruce Wayne". Playing piano with his mother, running around the manor with his father.

Then when he's eight it's ripped away from him. There's blood on his hands and pearls pooling at his feet, and both his parents are dead in front of him.

And he gets shipped off to distant relatives "the Fentons" shortly after, Alfred close on his heels because someone needs to take care of him, someone that knows him. Bruce goes to the Fentons for the safety of anonymity. Gotham's press wants to sink its teeth into him.

Danny misses his city even if it took everything from him. There are shadows in his eyes and he's pale as a sheet even beside his distant cousins, and they change his name to "Danny Fenton' because nobody should know that their newest child was illustrious orphan Bruce Wayne.

They call him Bruce behind closed doors. Danny prefers it that way, he clings onto the name -- the one his parents gave him -- like a lifeline. He makes friends with Sam and Tucker. Tucker takes one look at the willowy, morbid little boy standing in the corner like a shade, ghosts in his eyes, and drags him out into the sunlight, and takes him over to Sam.

When Danny is twelve, he's still not over it -- and he's a little obsessed with the Fentons' research, with the morbid. He has books upon books on death, murder, detective work. Anything he can get his hands on. And stars. He loves stars.

Alfred owns the apartment next to them and comes over regularly. Danny clings to him.

When Danny is twelve, he's still quiet, meek, a shy little thing prone to being bullied. Freaky little Fenton with the night in his eyes and too-cold skin even before he put one foot in the grave. in a sleepover in his room with Sam and Tucker, he tells them the truth. They're his friends, he trusts them.

"My name is Bruce." he murmurs, voice quiet as the breeze, always quiet. he's staring at his star-covered sheets.

"Like Bruce Wayne?" Tucker asks, a joking tone in his voice.

Danny smiles a little, lamb-like with insecurity. "I am Bruce Wayne." And he takes them down to the lab, disrupting Maddie and Jack, to prove it. Sam tells them of her own wealth then shortly after. They start calling Danny "Bruce" in private too -- its trust. Thats what it is. It's trust.

Sam goes to media functions and comes back with aching feet and complaints on her tongue -- and Danny soaks it up all like a sponge, splayed across a beanbag chair with Tucker in her room. He's not envious of her, he used to go to events with his parents and they kept him safe from the ugly of Gotham's Elite. For the most part. He's had comments made at him, he doesn't miss them.

Alfred returns to the manor semi-regularly, Danny goes with him. he wanders the hallways and helps Alfred clean, the last thing either of them want is for their home to fall into disrepair. He brings Jazz with him next time, then Tucker, then Sam. They all help him clean, and he shows them his room. The one across from his parents', it feels strange.

When Danny dies when he's fourteen, the first adult he tells is Alfred. He and Jazz go over to his house more often than they stay in the Fentonworks building. At least at Alfred's, the food doesn't come to life. Alfred sits at the kitchen table and weeps when Danny tells him, Jazz is upstairs, and its just the two of them.

Danny's ghost form wears pearls around his wrist and the gloves look stained with some kind of black substance. He looks like a child who died in a lab accident, but he also looks like a child who has shadows dripping off his shoulders, curling at his feet, hanging from his eyes.

because amorphous blob batman has my heart always and danny/bruce will not escape it even in death even if that IS the only reason im giving him Mild BatBlob Vibes...so far

when they go to the manor, alfred helps danny make a pile of stones between Martha and Thomas' graves, nobody but the two of them (and sam and tucker) will know what it means. (not even bruce's children later down the line, not for a long, long time)

danny dives into ghost fighting on shaky feet and not half as witty as he once was in one world. he's skittish, skittering between blasts from shadow to shadow and clumsily making his way through each battle. but helping people lights a fire in him. he still has shadows dripping off his feet but there's a purpose in his eyes.

and god help him, he's going to help people.

[nashvillethotchicken]

Lestat being harlequin not lelio. A romantic lover and trickster vs a friendly gay loverboy oh my god I'm sick

[summerroseart]

Hiiiii hi!!! This AU is actually still completely brain rotting me :)

If everyone wants to cry, I've decided that the characterization fits best with the SCU versions of the Sonic characters, so we're traumatizing him by blowing up his dad! (I'm genuinely so sorry)

Bonus father-son bonding! Punch that guy in the face!!

[dailykugisaki]

Day 223 | id in alt

Maki thinking some very unsorcererly things over a piece of damn cheesecake.

(Read from right to left💥)

[ladykyriaa]

Idk about you guys. But mentally. I am still here. That kiss was everything to me and I don't even mean it in a romantic shippy way

I keep thinking about how Alya was literally the first person to probably show any real support for Marinette against Chloe. How without her, she probably wouldn't have become ladybug and have the self confidence that she does now.

Later on she'd also be the first person to KNOW (master fu not included) who ladybug is. And let's not even mention the first person Ladybug trusted and gave a miraculous to.

To see their friendship come in full circle in the special is just. Idk it's so beautiful. I was already sobbing before but when she kissed Marinette, I full on BAWLED my eyes out.

I am so mentally unwell

[cannibaleather]

For the boys who cry. (Me).

I'M A REAL BOY BOY AND I CRY

I LOVE MYSELF AND I WANT TO TRY

(Lyrics from Samaritans by Idles)

Background with no text cuz i'm way proud of it

[jeahreading]

btw yk what I HATE. I hate the fucked up timings of Durga Poojoo this year. Last year I couldn't give the pushapanjoli becuase I was on my periods, I was terribly sad and when I found out it started on saptami at 3 in the night, i literally went out into the dining room and started crying, Giving the pushpanaji is the highlight of a Duga Pujo

Guess what's happening this year, becuase of how fucked up the timings of the durga pujo are, the pandal neared to us, and the only one we can go to for some reason isn't even doing Ashtami pushpanjali. It's straight up going to Navami pushpanjali.

We, meaning me and my mom were supposed to go see Maa today, yeah belive it or not, i haven't seen maa this pujo yet, not even once, I was very excited we were going to go at 4pm, then my mom called me into the room and told me about the pushpanajali thing, I said fine, that's ok but we're still going to see maa ONCE, ONCE pbefore we give the pushpanjali right? And she started shouting at me that I keep suffocating her with the requests and that it was not in her power to take us to the pandal because my dad isn't here.

She has been slacking off and saying no to things an moment pe for the entire time my dad hasn't been here, she keeps saying "w e'll do it when your dad comes back, we'll do that when he's here again" I can understand is certain cases, but every time? And always minutes before we go do that thing, she keeps saying "I can't drive properly, let's not take chances" ?? while she boasted to me about how "I used to drive on uphill mountain roads" EVERY.SINGLE.DAMND.TIME someone questioned her driving skills??

NOT EVEN ONCE ARE WE GOING TO SEE MAA, BEFORE GIVING PUSHPANJALI, OH WHAT PUHSPANJALI, NOTT HE ASHTAMI ONE, BECUASE FOR SOME REASON I JUST CAN'T SEEM TO BE ABLE TO GIVE THE PUSHPANJALI, NOT LAST YEAR AND NOT THIS YEAR. ADN WE AREN'T GOING TO THE MAHASHTAMI PUJO EITHER BECUASE IT'S AT 6 IN THE MORNING AND SHE MADE THE FACE THAT SAYS "I CAN'T BOTHER GETTING UP AT THAT TIME"

I just I CAN'T, she cancelled going to the program, she can't bother to go to the market, she can't take me 5 kms to a pandal, a pandle that is near to a place she has driven to countless times.

I don't even want to go to the pandle this year, it's better my not even going in front of maa when I haven't bothered going to her before going for the pushpanajali.

My mom is all happy and merry, making me clean the house with her, do every thing related to dust even though we both have a severe dust allergy. Beacuase "PUJO CLEANING" , WHAT PUJO?? I HAVEN'T SEEN THE GOD I AM SUPPOSED TO BE DOING THIS FOR? WHAT'S THE POINT

I told my dad to wake up early find a pandal nearby and atleast give th epushpanajali in hope that

1 he's atleast able to give the pushpanjali, even though he won't be able to come ehre in time to do it with us

2 My mom will feel better about the whole, "well if he isn't giving pushpanjali why should I bother"

I don't know I DONT' KNOW, THE ONE GODDAMNG TIME DURING THE WHOLE YEAR WHEN I AM EXCITED AND HAPPY SOMETHING HAS TO HAPPEN TO MAKE IT BAD

Idk maybe I'm overreacting,

[dyiandarko]

the night we met — kyle “gaz” garrick — mlm

cw: mention of blood (light)

i cried while writing this im done for

——————

Corrupted leaders, rising tensions throughout nations, and poorly made decisions.. it all led to this moment. Your entire neighborhood fleeing, emergency alarms going off everywhere, from phones, televisions, even outside. Everybody was running to a hopeful safety.

Your husband, Kyle, had died years ago in battle, leaving you the gorgeous house you guys lived in together for years prior. You were obviously devastated by his death, becoming severely depressed and your life feeling like it was put on a standstill for months, but you were glad he wasn’t around to have to live through the world going to shit.

As you watched out your window, watching the families of the neighborhood you lived in packing up their cars and driving off, you knew it was the end you’ve hoped would be put off for as long as possible. But, you only had one place in mind, and as you walked to your car, you knew exactly where you’d be going.

You had drove until you reached a wooded area near the high school you guys went to, where you guys met at a party that was hosted in the woods, right by a cliff with a gorgeous lake that everybody swam in until sunrise. You got out of your car, looking up at the orange, smokey sky before proceeding into the area.

You walked for quite a while, taking in the familiar area. it was peaceful, until it wasn’t. You heard something soar over your head, above the treetops. Looking up, you caught a glimpse of what looked like a missile flying over you. You stood still for a second before you heard a loud explosion in the distance, flinching slightly at the sound with wide eyes.

You eventually reached the cliff, seeing the view, the lake below and the city in the distance. It reminded you of when you and him jumped off of it into the lake, sitting at the edge and drinking cheap liquors with your friends.. all too familiar.

You stood there for a while in silence, before hearing a familiar voice.

“The view’s beautiful, ain’t it?” said a familiar British accent.

You immediately whipped around, seeing the face of your husband again. You knew you were hallucinating, you saw the blood covering him, seeping out of the bullet holes. No way he could’ve been alive.

“Kyle?” you said, your voice shaky, cracking slightly. “What are you doing here..? What—“ you said, trying to make sense of everything that was happening.

“Shhh.. it’s okay. I knew I’d find you here, it’s the end, y’know? I knew you’d want to be somewhere that reminded you of us.” he said, smiling warmly as he walked up to you, his fingertips brushing against your face. His touch was cold, truly the touch of something otherworldly. He was just a mere ghost in front of you.

You closed your eyes as a tear seeped out of the corner of your left eye, rolling down your cheek.

“Hey, don’t cry, my love. Look on the bright side, we’ll meet again really, really soon. I promise, sweetheart.” he said. That sweet tone of his piercing your heart, crumbling it into pieces when you knew you couldn’t touch him, hug him, kiss him.. he was nothing but a hallucination right now, a spirit.

A second missile flew over your head, a loud roar beaming through the air, piercing your eardrums as it soared over your head in the direction of the city, which was in the distance. You immediately turned around, looking at the city that was now being hit with missiles every other second.

You felt a cold touch on the back of your neck, a shiver going up your spine at the sensation. You looked over at him.

“You’ll always be my boy, okay? I’ve always been watchin’ since I passed, I was always with you. And real soon, I’ll be able to hold you again.” he said looking at you with soft eyes, a smile on his face.

You smiled weakly, tears pouring out of your eyes, “I love you so much, Kyle.. you’ll never understand..” you said, sniffling and looking back at the city. Your eyes went wide at the sight of several bigger, brighter objects hurdling towards the city.

The cold sensation on the back of your neck was then gone. “I love you too, I’ll see you soon.” the familiar voice of your husband had replied. It then felt lonelier around you, causing you to look over.

The spot where he was once next to you was now empty. You immediately looked around, trying to see if you could locate him in the wooded area that started behind you. Suddenly, your attention was diverted to your phone when you got a government-issued alert.

“NUCLEAR MISSILE INBOUND: SEEK SHELTER IMMEDIATELY” read the alert, the emergency alert alarm coming from your phone. You then heard multiple loud explosions, followed by a combination of bright lights and large balls of fire coming from the direction of the city you once knew and loved.

[fatexbound]

I'm so fucking mad I don't think I'll be sleeping tonight.

Because holy FUCK does my dad NOT take no for an answer bo matter what I do. I hate this. I hate my job. I hate the fact that I even studied it for four years. Everyone fucking wants something and it's so overwhelming sometimes, I want to do nothing but lie in bed all day. It's just a trial, it's no big deal. But I've been going out with my parents since Friday and I need a fucking break from that and people.

Oh, new connections. He's tired of me being single. Cool, I am too but forcing it isn't gonna work. God forbid I'm an introvert who's scared of commitments.

[hecksupremechips]

My madoka magica hot take is I like sayaka/kyoko as a ship more than madoka/homura

[fruity-blogs]

Losing Hanji meant...

No more of listening to Hanji's interesting discoveries and ideas.

No more bickering about washing their laundry.

No more of playful trashing on their beloved commander's thick brows together.

No more of the sudden "LEVIIIIIII!" screams out of nowhere.

No more of being the partners in crime on various missions.

No more of staying nights after nights by each other's side in the face of adversity.

No more of a whole soul existing.

[moonilit]

what yall talking about? Kaveh doesn't have a 'sad' backstory he just got some struggles, like that what the average human being go through

[berryshipbasket]

OK LISTEN I know we all like agree that 2016 Power.puff girls was ASS but. hear me out real quickly guys please-

PLEASE HEAR ME OUT I'M A BI MESS WHO NEEDS TO SEE HIS MALE F/O'S WEARING DRESSES AND SEEING THIS ACTUALLY MADE ME SO FLUSTERED IT'S NOT EVEN FUNNY

He rocks that dress actually ggughgh...

[emdotcom]

"I have played x" assumed you have played either The Kaleidoscope or Tattletail until credits roll for any endings.

Tattletail, for the un-initiated, was an indie horror darling that, for maybe a month or so, was big on YouTube in 2016, & then fell to the wayside shortly after. It still got a free DLC (The Kaleidoscope), but the DLC did not recieve the same widespread coverage.

[lifemod17]

Your love for "Wasteland, Baby!" Makes me love you to the nth degree ♡

Hi hello Savvy happy timezones lovely!!!

This was quite the surprise and such a sweet one at that 🥺🥺🥹🥹 it doesn't happen often but when somebody does recognize how much I love Wasteland, Baby! it fills my heart full to the brim. Like I know it's so silly and dumb but I just think it's really beautiful and I hope everyone gets to experience that kind of love in their life, because it's what we all deserve 💛

Please enjoy this picture of a smiley Hozier as he performs my favorite version of the song Wasteland, Baby! (rain over Raleigh intro)