#kill my family

[uhm-okaythen]

Miss Cutter

TW: Vent, SH, toxic family ig. DO NOT INTERACT IF THIS MAKES YOU UNCOMFY

Miss Cutter. That's all I am to her. Not the loving daughter she wanted, but Miss Cutter. Why can't I be something else? Like, Miss National Junior Honor Society. Or Miss Mindset Award. Everything I've ever accomplished, all of my awards have been diminished to nothing with just two words. A nickname. A nickname she- the one who held my hand as I sat crying in hospital clothes- gave me. Maybe she meant it as a joke, but it didn't feel like one. It hurt. A reminder of what happened. As if I needed another one. Like I can't look down at my wrist and see the scars. Like she doesn't ask me if I want to go back every time we pass the ER. Like she doesn't ask me if I want to hurt myself every time I show a negative emotion. Along with the nickname I've been given there are rules I must follow. Miss Cutter is NOT allowed to wear hoodies inside. Miss Cutter can and will have all long sleeves taken away if she is seen with them on inside. Miss Cutter cannot have any attitude. Attitude is, but not limited to, staring, staying silent when asked to answer a question, apparently putting her hands in her pockets, and god forbid speaking her mind. Because speaking her real emotions would villainize the family and they of course can't be to blame for anything. I am sick of being Miss Cutter. I want to be me. Just me, or at least something positive like Miss 4.0 GPA. Is that too much to ask?

[notherpuppet]

I just love the idea of Lucifer having to deal with this fucking guy every time he wants to see Charlie

[chloesimaginationthings]

William Afton is very normal about his wife in FNAF

[msbidisaster]

Anyone else have the random thoughts when they do dishes, and they pick up a sharp knife, and suddenly the thoughts in your head are:

“STAB YOUR FAMILY”

“KILL THEM ALL WHILE THEY SLEEP.”

“RUN AWAY TO MEXICO WHEN ITS DONE”

Or is it just me?

[notmuchtoconceal]

PRINCE DORAN: I always envied Oberyn. He lived. He truly lived. Sailed around the world. Faught men from every country. Lay with the most beautiful women alive.

ELLARIA SAND: And men.

PRINCE DORAN: ... And Men. He experienced everything. While I sat here. In Dorne. Trying my best to keep my people alive and well-fed. But that is life. We each have our roles. Oberyn was born to be an adventurer.

And I was born to rule.

ELLARIA SAND: The Gods are not Fools. You would have been a lousy adventurer. And Oberyn? Pffft. He would have been a terrible ruler.

[to Sand Snake #3]

PRINCE DORAN: Your mother is a brilliant woman, you know that?

[Sand Snake #3 smiles]

MAESTER: Prince Doran?

[bows, hands scroll]

[ladies looking pensive]

[unrolling scroll]

PRINCE DORAN: The princess Marcella...

[stab]

[plummet]

[stab]

[gasp]

[trot]

[shlick]

[stab]

[squirm]

[plop]

ELLARIA SAND: When was the last time you left this palace? You don't know your own people. Their disgust for you. Elia Martell. Raped and murdered. And you did nothing. Oberyn Martell butchered. And you did nothing. You're not a Dornishman. You're not our prince.

PRINCE DORAN: My son... Trystane.

ELLARIA SAND: Your son is weak. Just like you.

And weak men will never rule Dorne again.

[bleeds]

[dies]

...

[painting funerary eyestones for his beloved]

PRINCE TRYSTANE: I told you I'm not hungry.

SAND SNAKE #1: We're not here to feed you.

SAND SNAKE #2: We're here to kill you.

SAND SNAKE #1: You want her to do it?

SAND SNAKE #2: Or me?

PRINCE TRYSTANE: You're family. I don't want to hurt you.

SAND SNAKE: Her. Or me?

[draws sword]

You.

Good.

Smart boy.

[lining up to duel :--

stabbed through the face from behind]

plummets]

SAND SNAKE: You're a greedy bitch, you know that?

[sophsun1]

Addams Family Values (1993) dir. Barry Sonnenfeld

[mmelolabelle]

“Ares…is a moron.”

I honestly don’t think that anyone is more amused by the whole “this douchebag decided to try and fight the child of the sea god on a fucking beach” of it all than Poseidon.

[zira-draws]

haha they have gay dads lol

[tazuransi]

nostalgia

[daisybell-on-a-carousel]

Being someone who read Under The Red Hood and came out with the firm belief that, for Jason, it's not about killing Joker, it's about Jason wanting proof Batman would choose him over the Joker (bc shelia chose the joker). Makes seeing any other media where it's all about just wanting the Joker dead is a teeny bit frustrating. to be honest

Jason could've killed the Joker himself, really, really easily. Jason kidnaps the Joker before the confrontation. I can't open my comic for a reference right now, but it felt like he had the Joker for quite a bit before the confrontation. He had him. He beat him up with a crowbar. He had every single opportunity to kill the Joker himself, but he didn't because that wasn't his goal. Make no mistake, he did plan for the Joker to be dead by the end of it, but do you see what im trying to say here

Edit: If I knew this post was gonna get 1000+ notes I would've tried to word it better or something, this was a rant I made on the way to the grocery store 😭

It's not about making Batman kill either. When Batman says he won't kill, Jason adjusts and goes, 'Let ME kill the Joker or kill me to stop me' instead. The test is all about Batman choosing him. The whole final confrontation is Jason's first death again. The parent, The Joker, and the explosives. It even ends with Jason unable to move as a bomb goes off right next to him again because the parent didn't choose Jason. And instead tried finding an option that'd benefit them and (consequencely) letting the Joker walk, again, lol, lmao <-in agony

[peanutseagle]

what a happy family !

[flwrspxce]

Falling doesn't feel so bad when I know you're falling this way too.

[bluerosefox]

To Protect Them

Another DPxDC idea with twins Danny and Damian.

'He knows.'

That was only message Danny received before he felt like he had dropped in freezing cold Arctic waters naked and felt if he remembered to breathe at this moment he would see his own breath, even though he had an ice core and no longer felt actual cold anymore, and for a moment the world around him faded into nothing.

No sound, no touch, not even smell.

Nothing.

Then like a supernova, everything around him exploded.

Everything was too loud, to strong, his skin felt hot and cold at the same time somehow. The feeling of dread crawled up his body.

He needed to go.

Run.

This message was his only warning. The only thing his birth mother could send him in regards of help. He knows it, he knows she can't do anything else but this. He also knows she wants to do more but in order continue to be the eyes and ears inside of the hellhole he once called home, a place he both hated and feared yet somehow still loved if only for the memories of his mother and brother, she could not do anything more.

"Hey Dann-o! Anything good in the mail today!?" Came the loud voice of Jack Fenton, his adopted dad, from the doorway. The same man who took one look at a muddy, dirty, tense, untrusting, almost fully feral little six year old Danyal al Ghul who held onto his only daughter hand when she dragged him home after finding him behind the Nasty Burger looking for food, and decided point blank that he was now a Fenton. That Danny, Daniel was his son as if he always was.

Danny could feel his lip tremble when he realized if he ran, if he booked it out of Amity now, the people he loved, the people he would happily die for, would be targeted. It wouldn't matter if he faked his death, or just left with no warning and never contacted them ever, ever again.

They would be killed for just knowing him.

For their deaths would be his punishment.

Danny could feel the rest of the mail in his hands, the ones he had went outside to get before breakfast cause his mom asked him to, fall out of them, the only one staying was the message from his birth mother. He took in a shaky uneven breath and turned around.

His face no doubt was pale, paler than it normally was, and his body trembled, and Danny had no doubt that despite all the training he had learned when he was in the League that even if he brought it out and pretended he was fine, his dad would be able to tell something was wrong.

Because his dad's happy cheerful face shifted to a concerned worried frown, a frown Danny hadn't seen in a few years, a frown that was common when Danny would wake in the middle of the night screaming, begging, or cursing in his native language or when he would be spooked enough to reach for a knife. But even with those moments the man never ever found fault in Danny, instead he would lower his voice and speak softly to Danny, waiting until he calmed down before asking if it would be okay to touch or hug him. Then he would sit with Danny for hours, keeping his normally loud and booming voice soft as he talked about random things, like family fudge recipes and how they came to be.

"Danny?" Jack asked softly as he took a small step forward, one of his hands lifted up as if asking permission to reach out.

Danny wanted nothing more than to rush into his dad's arms and hide in his large frame. Hide from the world around him but Danny knows he didn't have time, none of them did.

He took in one more breath and could feel his body stop shaking, his mind no longer chaotic, and his nerves steeling up. For the first time in a long, long time, he wasn't Daniel 'Danny' Fenton anymore.

He was Danyal al Ghul again.

"Dad. Get mom and Jazz into the GAV. Now." Danny ordered, his eyes narrowing as he clutched the message in his hand tight.

His dad knew something big was going down.

And he trusted Danny enough to do so quickly.

Danny closed his eyes as his dad ran into the house, yelling for Maddie and Jazz to get into the GAV. Danny opened them when he could feel the message in his hands slowly being covered in ice and knew his eyes were now glowing green.

He didn't have a lot of time. He needed to get his family, Tucker, and Sam out of Amity.

He needed to get them someplace safe.

He needed backup. More than his family and his friends.

He needed-

Danny nearly jumped when he realized who he can call to help.

In a flash he took his phone out of his pocket and quickly dialed a number he barely liked calling but needed to do so at this moment.

He waited, it felt like ages and it was agonizing, before the person on the other line finally picked up.

"What do you want-" came a somewhat same but rougher sounding of his voice but Danny cut him off.

"Dan, he knows." was the only thing Danny needed to say because he could hear the sharp intake of breath.

"Get them here now." was the order.

"Already on it. Is Ellie and Vlad with you?"

"Yes."

"Good. We'll be there shorty. Keep them safe."

"And then what?" Came the gruff question.

"Then... Then we'll prepare and call in Father and Damian. We need all the help we can get."

".....He won't be happy... About everything. Our... your fake death you know."

".... I know. But hopefully Father and the rest of his batclan will keep him from lashing out too much, especially with civilians and innocent lives on the line."

The two, Danny and Dan fell into a silence for a moment. Danny could hear his dad trying to hurry his mom and Jazz into the GAV despite their questions

".... Explaining all of this is going to be a shit show isn't it." Came Dan's voice after a couple of minutes.

Danny winced because yeah, not only explaining his actual past as Danyal al Ghul to the Fenton's, Tucker, Sam, and to Ellie, and Vlad but also having to explain his new life to his birth father and twin brother, a brother who thought he was dead, was going to be a hell in a handbasket.

"Yeah... it will be." Came his only response as he heard the GAV starting up and the garage door opening. Dan must of heard it over the speaker phone and said "Get Sam and Tucker and get here soon. No stops. We'll fortified Vlads dumb place in the meantime."

Dan didn't wait after that and instead just disconnected the call. Danny removed his phone from his ear and quickly pull up the group chat he had with his friends, sending them a quick message to meet him now. He used the code they had set up incase the Fenton's didn't take to him being Phantom well, he never had to use it since they took the news good, well as good as one could be after finding out their invention had half killed their son and that they had been hunting his ghost side down, but since this was important he needed them to be ready now.

He frowned as the Fenton GAV pulled up towards him and knew that what happens next would be...

Stressful.

[unhappy-sometimes]

Sleeping Beauty

in collaboration with the wonderful, the amazing, the talented @whateversawesome

And a very cute bonus scene written completely by my good friend!

This was a collaboration with whateversawesome as a gift for @buf309 !! We were given the prompt “sleeping beauty” by buf, then we both came up with a story, combined some elements, and created our respective versions!!

Be sure to check out whateversawesome’s fanfic version on her blog! She’s an amazing writer :D

This was also my contribution to @twiyorbase Twilight week for “happy ending!!”

[alabasterpickles]

I have nothing to say for myself except I’m obsessed 🤷🏻‍♀️

I’ve been busy with classes so nothing super pretty just shenanigans

I adore them all

[that-satireguy]

dont mind me just thinking about the fact that some of yall genuinely believe that the only trans people in 3rd world countries are trans women and have never considered the impact of forced pregnancy, child marriage, fgm and honor killings on trans men and when people like me talk about it you do an obligatory reblog then forget 40 seconds later and start talking about how transmasc invisibility is a good thing.