#it's a nine hour drive

[swampthing07]

My mom asked me to fully explain Twenty One Pilots lore on our drive tomorrow!!!!!!

[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.

[foldingfittedsheets]

We’re very seriously in puppy consideration mode. I’m nervous, I’ve had chronic fatigue for a while and a puppy is a lot of work but I’ve also been struggling with motivation to get up and walking and a puppy will definitely provide that. It’s hard to find a balance between good exercise and pushing it but as my doctor said the best exercise is doing something fun and walking a dog is infinitely better than walking alone.

This is kinda the best time too, since I’m still in school but my class load is so light I can actually be home and monitoring the pup way more than if I have to be at work for long hours. I’m mostly worried about potty training, and this would work out well for that.

Also the kind of dog we’re looking at would be able to do helpful tasks without being fully service trained. I loved being in 4H with my dog Sly growing up, doing training and tricks. We could take them around to dog parks and hiking if I improve to that level. It’s exciting but also scary.

[lacnunga]

In the wake of the IA situation, I've seen a lot more posts circulating about using your local library and I just. Sigh

[trillian-n7]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Dragon Age: The Veilguard Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Characters: Solas, Rook Additional Tags: Minor Neve Gallus/Rook, Minor Rook/Varric Tethras, Dreams, Accidental Voyeurism, Ficlet Summary: Solas uses their mind connection to explore Rook’s memories to help mould her to what he requires. However, one night, he finds more than he bargains for.

In the confines of the prison, Solas didn't truly need sleep, yet he often still did out of habit. It served as a valuable time for meditation, relaxation, and mental clarity. However, he discovered a unique advantage in his slumber. The mind link with Rook enabled him to witness her dreams - not dreams in the traditional sense of elves or humans, but the fleeting thoughts that danced through her mind in the twilight between wakefulness and sleep.

Through his explorations of her thoughts he discovered information about Rook that allowed him to guide and shape her for his purposes. He had witnessed glimpses of a young girl as a disappointment to her father. A dwarf, tiny compared to humans, struggling through the unfamiliar city of Minrathous. A woman chained in a galley ship before rescue from the Lords of Fortune.

All fragments of her past and the details that made Rook, well, Rook.

He readied himself for an evening of rest, easing into his meditations as he gradually drifted into sleep.

A bar, at the Hall of Valour. He already was familiar with the Lords of Fortune bar from previous memories. He sat on a stool, shorter than the others, as he drank from a flagon of ale. The room was full of laughter as old friends met new ones, brought together from the common thread of Rook.

Camaraderie. This one was simple to understand. Rook surrounded herself with friends and allies.

The scene shifted and Solas found himself sitting on the lounge in the Lighthouse, a book in hand.  Behind him stood another and he relaxed into their touch as the rhythmic sensation of a brush shifted through his hair, detangling the nots before deft hands quickly braided his long tresses. A dwarf sat next to him, he looked across and saw Lace Harding, and he shifted to lie down with his head in her lap. They shared a laugh as he read a particularly risqué passage from the book.

Friendship. Easy, relaxed friendship built on a year of travel and adventure.

Solas blinked as he shifted again. He was sitting on a desk, the sunlight streaming across his face, wisps floating around his vision as he stared upwards. He looked down at his body and he was clad simply in an unbuttoned shirt that hugged his full breasts. A woman stared at him from between his legs, her dark eyes full of desire. Her fingers thrust into him as her tongue wound a wicked pattern around his clit. The pleasure began to build, pushing his body towards its release as the scene shifted once more.

Desire. A memory or a fantasy? He could not quite tell yet the thought was tinged with… guilt? He recognised the woman, one of Varric’s contacts, but it did not make sense from what he knew of Rook.

Solas fell, landing on a soft bed and its silky sheets caressing his naked body. There was a weight upon him, a strong, muscular body thrusting into him as he arched his body in pleasure. One of his hands was entwined with his lover’s and the other touched his chest, fingers entangled with his lover’s chest hair before lifting to caress his face. He looked up and stared into Varric’s eyes.

Solas startled awake and sat up. He was painfully aware of his own arousal stirred by what he had seen but that was not what troubled him.

Love. And unlike the previous thought, this one was touched with the undeniable clues that it was a genuine memory.

None of his numerous spies, who meticulously tracked Varric’s movements, had ever reported that Rook and Varric were lovers. This changed everything. It would complicate his mission. His entire strategy was based on manipulating her with the memory of an ally, a friend. Reflecting on his own experiences, he knew that love had a way of derailing plans. He was uncertain how Rook would react upon discovering the truth.

He needed to steer Rook towards a distraction. The woman, the detective - he recognized her from his spies’ reports. He could use that to his advantage.

[todayisafridaynight]

new doujin grab a copy when it releases 6/9/69

[manhattan-gamestop]

Broke: Making life decisions based on the person you're dating

Woke: Making life decisions based around your pets

[yllowpages]

i'll truly never stop believing that john dying was the absolute correct and only ending for his story.

like by the end of the fourth movie, he's honestly so far removed from how this all began. it's no longer about daisy or about the memory of helen, really. he isn't fighting for some greater good. and one could say him fighting to return to a peaceful life is a greater good, but not with the way he's fighting for it. he's killed countless people in the span of less than a year, just months. he's gotten people killed and punished for trying to help him, or even when he twisted their arm for their help. and after all of that, there was no walking into the sunset for him. there was no way out and, even if there was, he didn't deserve it. and even if he did ... he wouldn't have been happy. there was nothing left for him to go back to. helen was gone. their home was gone. everything physical from the life he'd built with her was destroyed. but caine had something to go back to.

the happy ending for john is his death. not walking into the sunset, but watching the sunrise, knowing he just might be lucky enough to see her again when he closes his eyes.

and i never want to see him in another movie ever again.

[jwooyoung]

if my job really makes me come in the entire rest of the week even tho there is gonna potentially be a category 3 hurricane hitting us I will genuinely lose my shit

[3leafstem]

Spinning and Throwing Bread for an Hour

That's it. That's the drawing.

Day Eight of 100 Days of Deathduo; one of my earliest memories with Icee on Rat Server

[blujayonthewing]

oh who doesn't love a classic Damned If You Do, Damned If You Don't

[strohller27]

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[cinewhore]

quick everyone form a séance so i don’t get bumped from my flight tomorrow

[july-19th-club]

*claims to be devotee of the wild*

*despises winter, objectively wildest season given that it is the time when the land is largely left to its own devices and none but the most hardcore human people venture past the most heated and domesticated parts of the world)*

[asexual-vampire]

Driving to visit your long distance partner and whenever they tell you to, you have to find a place to stop and edge however many times they demand. Pulling over in dirty truck stops and tiny gas stations just to hide in the bathroom and bring yourself to the edge over and over. If there isn't a stop close enough, you might even be forced to pull over on the side of the road and edge right there in your car, with only tinted glass separating you from the dozens of cars zooming by. By the time you actually get to your partner, you're already a dripping and desperate mess, just how they like you <3

[halfelven]

elanor ‘ellie’ making her way home 🥰