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[fezwearingjellybananas]

Mini Moodboard Challenge

Throw together four pictures that best encapsulate the vibes of your fave/most recent fic/idea/brain worm

Tagged by @goldheartedchaoticdisaster, thank you! This was a fun one, I haven't made a moodboard for a bit, I should do that again

Here is one for the last Flash & Hawkgirl which has been giving me a little trouble because it is the last and last ones of things always give me trouble, but I know the plot, I just need to work out how to get from where I am to where I need to be next. And I had an idea for playing around with the formatting a little as part of it, not sure if that will make it in or not, but in an ideal world it's being published next month (alongside a Speedster Siblings fic I have yet to actually sit and write, but a certain newspaper article is relevant to both so if I can get both done for then that would make me very happy. Though I have also been writing a little more of the Flashvibe Ghost AU so it's not impossible I'm going to get sucked into writing that instead. We'll see)

Tagging @agentmarymargaretskitz and @shrinkthisviolet and anyone else who would like to!

[mywaywardcupcake]

Just a ray of sunshine!

[docnefarious]

HC TIME !! (thalassophobia, ie. fear of deep water incoming)

I can get into this way more later, but my nef muse totally has thalassophobia:

ie.)

and now prepare for the total crack post that inspired this—

—okay but 👁️👁️... could you imagine if it was suuuuuuper deep 👀;;... the creatures that could be down there... ANYWAYS this is an HC post i guess, of a fear my muse has, that he's never told anyone! fear of deeep water... bc who knows what's down there, and he can't swim that well LOL

[outtoshatter]

just felt like sharing a tiny bit today and by tiny i mean this big chonk of a snippet from Kingdoms Fall:

He waited until the doors shut, then hurried to meet Healer Scott.

As usual, he was already smiling when he saw him. Then he noticed the blood. “Oh! What's happened here?”

“Just some Searching,” Stiles said, holding his hand out. “You look...well.” His voice was painfully stiff. “Have you been promoted?”

Scott smiled again as he got to work cleaning the blood from Stiles's fingers. All of his supplies were kept in two ever-present waist pouches, full of bandages and ointments and all sorts of mysterious Healer's tools. A small, sharp pair of scissors and a pill-shaped vial hung from a chain on his vest. “Yes, I'm a full Healer now. You'll probably see me around more often.” He swiped some flowery green cream over both the fresh cut and the old one. “Especially if you keep having accidents.”

Stiles frowned at him. “It wasn't an accident.”

Scott lifted his gaze. “Right. Of course.” He snipped some linen bandaging from the roll in his pouch to wrap around Stiles's fingers.

He watched him work from the corner of his eye, keeping his head turned.

“Keep them clean and dry,” he instructed. “And here, you can have this. It's good for healing.” He held out a squat vial of the ointment he applied to the cuts and held Stiles's gaze. “It's good to have on hand for cuts and scrapes if I'm not around.” His tone was casual and friendly, but his gaze was intent, significant.

Stiles closed his uninjured hand around the vial. “Thank you, Healer,” he said coolly. “Although I very much doubt I will have need to treat myself.”

Scott's face fell for a split second before he pulled up another smile. “Of course.”

“Healer McCall,” a woman called from around the corner. “You are needed in the stables.”

Scott bowed stiffly and hurried away.

Stiles tucked the vial in his pocket, watching him leave. He'd never known what to make of Scott or his mother, Healer Melissa.

Scott was his age, and he'd been helping in the infirmary when Stiles arrived; he'd always been kind and friendly—too friendly. He'd often try to engage Stiles while he was otherwise preoccupied mourning his father, plotting wild vengeance against the king, or otherwise despairing.

Stiles couldn't trust him. He couldn't risk trusting anyone other than Lydia, really, because she was in the same position he was. Those he'd trusted already were by necessity and he waited every day for a betrayal.

tagging @nerdy-stilinski​ @rosieposiepuddingnpie​ @missanniewhimsy​ @satashiiwrites​ @spaceprincessem​ @quietborderline​ @raisesomehale​ @cephalog0d​ @tkwritesdumbassassins​ for participating or just looking, I hope you all have a great day <3

[jenova-disaster]

Trying to draw one of my favs/current obsession. I haven't even really started and I'm already crying.

The longer I look at this, the less I understand it

[shivasdarknight]

I'm editing more of that drg70 fic and I forgot this exchange even happened, so I just really have the need to share it

With her energy back somewhat and ability to walk returned, Surkukteni was anxious.  She wanted to move, she wanted to do something — she had energy that needed to be burnt off in spite of the numbness that still lingered, for she felt she might explode if she didn’t.  She was of one mind as she approached Estinien at camp one antsy evening, hoping her luck would win out: “Let’s spar,” she said, shoving him lightly in the shoulder to get his attention. She really should’ve known at that point not to test her luck with him.  Estinien blinked, staring up at her before his mild surprise turned to a frown.  “No,” was all he said before turning back to the gauntlet held in un-gauntleted hands. “Why not?”  Her arms crossed over her chest (Like a petulant child.), looking down at him as he refused to look up at her. His thumb tapped against the metal like the question irked him far more than he was outwardly letting on.  “If you really want to lose that badly and potentially set us further back because you reopened the wound, then by all means: let’s.”  He cast a sidelong glance up at her, gauntlet carefully set in his lap.  But quickly it turned into a deeply disappointed look as he looked up at her properly.  “Oh for gods’ sake, I was being facetious.” “And I’m being serious!  Let’s fight!” But Estinien didn’t budge.

[stealthrockdamage]

need to post my favourite tweet in the entire world

[crabussy]

IM GOING TO PUNCH A HOLE IN SOMEONES CAR

[canisalbus]

✦ Freshly ordained ✦

[justletmeon12]

I did the thing: https://archiveofourown.org/works/54525019/chapters/138144694

EDIT: I said I'd tag @cookieoppressor and @convolutedblasphemy. My apologies.

Someone pointed out that the Hazbin cast rebuilt Alastor's radio tower BEFORE knowing for sure that he survived (which, really sweet!) and just -

Knowing that it was probably mostly Charlie's idea because Lucifer would NEVER, do you think she put up banners and streamers and a welcome sign in the tower too.

Do you think Alastor "I'm no altruist" Radio Demon walks into his brandnew (perfect) radio tower and there's ballons and streamers and a banner "Welcome back, glad you're not dead" banner waiting for him and he's just like "ah, fuck"

[pangur-and-grim]

Pangur is smart enough that she hisses when I say "Belphie", just on the off chance he's in the room

[coddda]

I wish we could have met in some other way.

Lawlight Week Day 2: Soulmates

If you saw me repost and re-edit this several times uh No you didn't </3

Still frames/Individual gifs:

If you know what every frame is from you get a free cookie. by the way

[garpen]

12 yrs old Jason having just been dropped off at Wayne Manor: Do you just take in every orphan you meet off the street?

Bruce: No, you're the first kid I picked up off the street. I picked up my last one at the circus.

Jason: Is that a joke? I can’t tell if that’s a joke.

Bruce: My son's name is Richard, but he insists on going by Dick.

Jason: And he’s…from the circus?

[commaclear]

I made something

need more c!crimeboys horror content please give me beautiful crimeboys horror content

[blogfullofemos]

Me with Break The Ice Pt2, adding to the Caught Up series, and Thanks for the Wait Pt2.... 2 of them are halfway written, 1 is still dangling for more inspiration.

[juney-blues]

when you're part of a group with structural power over another goup, you really do gotta just learn to say "i am not exempt from 'fuck 'em' when relevant" whenever someone expresses frustration with you or people like you.