#idk if there's something else i should tag

[sallykie]

I sincerely can't figure out if the video is implying that the viewer is probably eating foods with the ingredients shown here, and those are allegedly "poisoning" everyone,

OR if it's alleging that the audience is getting "poisoned" by something else, and this substance shown here is supposed to be the "cure"?

fucking crying because i thought this instagram reel was cutting edge comedy gold only to realize it is 100% serious… damn maybe i’m being poisoned

[rosedustdreams]

Heyy!!😊

Can I request something with Walker and reader based off the song Into you by Ariana grande. I love your work 🥰

Into you

The music thumped softly in the background of the late night cast party, but your attention wasn’t on the music or the chatter in the room. It was on him.

Walker stood a few feet away, his back to you as he talked to one of the crew members. The way his head tilted slightly when he laughed and the way he leaned against the counter it all made your heart race.

You weren’t sure when it had started. Maybe it was the long hours on set, where the two of you would share quiet jokes between takes. Or maybe it was the way his teasing smile would soften whenever you caught him staring at you. Either way, he was consuming your thoughts more and more these days.

And tonight? Tonight, you swore there was something in the way he looked at you a flicker of something just waiting for the right moment.

As if sensing your gaze, Walker turned, his eyes locking onto yours. Showing off his playful smirk, as he raised an eyebrow, silently asking What’s on your mind?

You looked away quickly, heat rushing to your cheeks. But out of the corner of your eye, you saw him excuse himself from the conversation and make his way toward you.

Your heart leaped.

“Hey,” he said when he reached you, his voice low enough that only you could hear it over the music. “You’ve been quiet tonight.”

You smiled, trying to play it cool. “Just… enjoying the vibe.”

Walker tilted his head, studying you like he didn’t believe a word of it. “Uh-huh,” he said, leaning in slightly. “So you weren’t staring at me just now?”

Your cheeks burned, and you tried to laugh it off. “What? No, I wasn’t—”

“Sure you weren’t,” he teased, his grin widening.

“Walker,” you groaned, shoving his shoulder lightly. “You’re so full of yourself.”

“Only when I’m right,” he shot back, his voice warm and teasing. Then, after a beat, his expression softened, and he leaned just a little closer. “You know… I don’t mind it.”

“Mind what?” you asked, your voice barely above a whisper now.

He hesitated for a moment, his confidence faltering just enough to let you see the nerves underneath. “When you look at me like that,” he said finally. “Like I’m the only person in the room.”

Your breath caught, and for a moment, all you could do was stare at him. The air between you felt charged, like one spark would set it ablaze.

“I…” You swallowed, trying to find the right words. “Maybe it’s because you kind of are.”

Walker’s eyes widened slightly, and then his grin returned smaller this time, but more genuine. “Yeah?”

“Yeah,” you admitted, your voice soft.

For a moment, neither of you spoke. The party faded into the background as the two of you stood there, the space between you shrinking with every passing second.

“I’m not great at this kind of thing,” Walker said, his voice quiet but steady. “But if you… I mean, if you want…”

You smiled, taking a small step closer. “Walker, just say it.”

“Can I take you out sometime?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

You didn’t hesitate. “I’d like that.”

His grin was blinding, and for a moment, you thought he might say something else. But then someone called his name from across the room, and the moment was broken.

“I should…” he said, gesturing toward the voice.

“Yeah,” you said, biting back a smile.

“But, uh…” He hesitated, his hand brushing yours for just a second. “Don’t go anywhere, okay?”

“Not a chance,” you replied, your smile growing.

As he walked away, you felt your heart race again, this time with the kind of giddy excitement you only ever heard about in songs.

A/N: sorry this is so short I'm working on so many requests at the moment idk how to feel about this.

Tags: @izzystylinson, @sophand4n4, @kaiwrites092, @shellsarepretty, @cheoriemoawa, @prettiesteyess,  @vintagewntr10, @hecallmebigpurrr420, @killualovbot, 

[ao3feed-brucewayne]

Unmasked

by GOTNOHUMANGRACE Dick had always known he was different. It wasn't just because he was raised in a traveling circus, or because he’d lost his parents in a tragedy that should have shattered him. It wasn’t even because he was Robin, the first and brightest of Batman’s protégés. It was because he was an Omega. And not just an Omega— one of the few in the world. Omegas made up less than 0.1% of the population, a genetic anomaly so rare that the greater population would never meet one in their lifetime. They weren’t delicate, not in the traditional sense, but they were valued, and sought after. Coveted. Which meant that in Gotham—where power was currency and possession meant control—he was a target from the moment he was born. Bruce had known. From the second he took Dick in, he’d known, and he’d made sure no one else ever would. Suppressants. Training. Control. Every measure was taken to ensure that the world would never see him as anything but strong. But then, something changed. The suppressants failed. Words: 1222, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: Batman - All Media Types Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: Gen Characters: Dick Grayson, Damian Wayne, Jason Todd, Tim Drake (DCU), Bruce Wayne Relationships: Batfamily Members & Dick Grayson, Dick Grayson & Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson & Jason Todd, Dick Grayson & Damian Wayne, Tim Drake & Dick Grayson Additional Tags: Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Omega Dick Grayson, Alpha Damian Wayne, Alpha Bruce Wayne, Alpha Jason Todd, Alpha Tim Drake (DCU), Dick Grayson Needs a Hug, Protective Batfamily (DCU), Caring Batfamily (DCU), so omegas are like super ultra rare, and dick may be one...., No Incest, ALL BATFAM INTERACTIONS ARE PLATONIC, beware that i have never read a dcu comic...., Emotional Hurt, the batfams kinda lowkey manipulative???, idk this is lowkey ass its been sitting in my notes for like 3 months, Identity Reveal, Short, Hurt Dick Grayson via https://ift.tt/6sEb53O

[aestheticallynotdeerlightful]

I was gonna wait and post these till I had more doodles but I’ll just post them now it’s fine. I’ll just explain stuff in the tags as per usual

Some Raz poses and some Dion and Adam stuff

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(Please do not use or repost my works anywhere without explicit permission from me thank you)

[technically-human]

Hi i'm absolutely in love with the reverse au!!

I want to know, in this verse does edwin still confesses to charles? if so how is it different? i feel if he did he would end it by apologizing, you know, religious guilt and all

There’s a train that goes through Hell.

Its journey starts in Wrath, and it departs already full of souls. It took Charles far too many years to realize that there were separate, more spacious wagons that demons could board. Not that he could understand why anyone, hellborn or not, would want to get into the damned thing. He certainly hadn’t.

Actually, Charles couldn’t recall ever boarding the train. As far as he could tell, he just appeared there one day, and had spent the next tortuous decades trying to get out. It was part of the torture. Getting out was entirely possible. More than that, it was necessary.

The train had no regular schedule that he could discern (not at first, though he had always been good at finding patterns, and was eventually able to crack it) but it would make quite a few stops before finally returning to the Wrath ring. Souls inside the train were already angry and far too close to each other (close, so close not even air could squeeze in) but when they got really violent was when the train made a stop.

Getting out didn’t mean you were free, no matter where you managed it, be it Sloth or Gluttony, Pride or Lust. No, as soon as the train finished its journey, you would appear back inside, in Wrath where you belonged, suffocating once again, getting ready to claw your way out for the millionth time.

Because if you didn’t get out, The Conductor would get you.

If he thought about it calmly, Charles could probably say that he got out of the train more times than not. Still, being caught by The Conductor once was bad enough, as there was no coal in Hell, and something had to serve as combustible. Souls could not burn to death, and the whole journey always felt longer than eternity when he was caught. Once it was over, he would be inside again, and fight with more desperation than before, not caring who stayed inside so long as it wasn’t him.

He couldn’t understand why anyone, hellborn or not, would want to get into the damned thing. He certainly hadn’t. But as the souls pushed and bit and clawed and punched their way out, Edwin boarded the train. And that wasn’t even the most groundbreaking revelation Charles had that day.

ko-fi

[adhdandcomics]

perhaps the most important question i’ve ever asked:

does anyone have tips for people trying to stop being chronically late to everything in the world that aren’t weirdly judgmental and aggressive or flat out lies

[coolunspokenforname]

I didn't get the trans Stan twins headcannon at first - mainly because I couldn't imagine adult Stan and Ford giving themselves almost identical names - but then I remembered how close they were as kids and, honestly, it would be more unbelievable if they didn't give themselves matching names. Who wouldn't want to share a name with their best friend in the world? And Ford keeps the name even after his fallout with Stan??? Crying.

[masterfuldoodler]

ok idea. what if we gave stories a free pass for one or two plot holes. "this story thread had a big hole in it" ok good to know, that must not be the main point of the story since it's got plot holes. they must have put their attention on what they thought was the important part. time to look closer at the other parts

[hawnks]

My neighbor makes tamales. She brings over a bunch of them all at once. I’ve never had a tamale before (I know, I know), so I look a up a tutorial video. I imagine Sara in her downstairs apartment, soaking corn husks, kneading dough. I’m not much of a cook myself, I can’t offer her anything in return. It doesn’t matter. Every once in a while she stops by with another big bag of them, tells me about their fillings, the day she’s had, how her mothers doing.

She doesn’t know that some days I forget to buy groceries, or forget to eat altogether. She doesn’t know that food has always been a sacred, scary thing to me, that every time I open up one of those husk wrappers, steaming and full, it saves me a little.

The woman running the soap stand at the farmers market doesn’t have any customers, so I ask her a million questions about her process. She tells me she learned the old fashioned way, from the farmer down the road. No one would ever talk to her because she was so mean, except the soap maker. So the farmer taught her everything she knew, how to patch a roof, how to raise a goat, how to make soap and stew and blankets. She rubs lotion into my hands. It smells like lavender and warm earth. Yesterday my knuckles were so dry, they cracked.

In the downpour, three different cars pull over, ask me if I need a ride. I’m just a block away, I’ll be fine, I assure them. They still linger before driving off.

At the bus stop, I talk to a woman who tells me her woes. She’s smiling, but near tears. I pull out the tiny, rose quartz heart that’s in my pocket. I carry things like that with me, nicknacks, stickers. Trinkets I can hand out like trick-or-treat candies. She asks me, inevitably, like they all do, “Why do you have this.”

Because my neighbor makes tamales — but I can’t say that. “Just in case,” I tell her.

[bonicedemandarina]

Uhhh here u go vat7k fanart to start the year!!!

Sorry it looks so messy it was supposed to be a lil sketch but it got out of hand very quickly

CLOSE UPS

[honig-dachs]

there it is

[teeth--king]

Sincerely an autistic guy who's already dealing with agoraphobia from multiple other factors.

I've been seeing these notions getting thrown around in volume again due to Dungeon Meshi and it's really getting to me mentally. I'd go one more of an explanation but I have no energy at the moment.

[sheetzking]

oh so THATS how babies are made...

[seaquestions]

blake lets him keep it. this is a dire lapse in judgement on his part but they're just gonna have to live with it. (ids in alts)

[enbyspeedster]

Hal Jordan (2011) Stimboard

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[artfartt]

HAPPY SPOOKY MONTH!!!

Oh yea and a few other stuff I did

Pirate au by @mack-timelines btw

Silver you asked for it-

I really haven’t been drawing much

Uhm…I figured out how to draw in this style