#kindest

[kindest]

[kth1]

Guys. I got recognized by thee @xjoonchildx

Like. Wow. 💆‍♀️ I feel honored to be on Ana’s radar 🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡

[lesbianpepsi]

Gurl, I was cracking with laughter! I could imagine Chad's innocent, confused face as he tried to get a grasp of what just happened.

Also, Mindy was right, her gay eyes did NOT deserve that!

And yes, yesterday evening I might have not done anything else than to read your fics... might do it again today... who knows...

chad would deffo be the type when they got shocked or disgusted just to stay in silence and confused

oml take a break from my ass writing and have a drink mate, but i am really grateful you enjoy my work so much and read it for that long :))

[stillgotscars]

this part of stevie nicks’ interview with rolling stone is taking me out

[itslikeaspaceship]

I. FORGOT. ABOUT. DARYL. HOLDING. JUDITH. WHEN. SHE. WAS. BORN.

he’s so soft and sweet oh my gosh.

“you like that, sweetheart?” losing my mind right now literally screaming out loud. “little ass-kicker.”

MR. BIG GUY IS ACTUALLY MR. SOFT GUY

[starry-bi-sky]

I am loudly pushing the batdad agenda i am loudly pushing the— DPxDC Prompt

“Woah. You look like shit."

Granted, that’s probably not the first thing Danny should be saying to the guy that just bit the curb, but in his defense; he’s not running on 100% right now either.

The man -- tall, towering, and broader than Danny is tall -- whips around on his heel, black frayed cape flaring out impressively. Danny would've whistled in appreciation, but he takes the time instead to wipe the back of his hand across his mouth, smearing the blood running from his nose across his cheek.

"Sorry." He blinks widely, not even flinching as the man with the horns zeroes in on him. "That was rude of me. I have a really bad brain-to-mouth filter; Sam says its what always gets me into trouble."

And she's not wrong either, per say. His smart mouth is what landed him in this situation -- with blood blossom extract running through his veins and cannibalizing the ectoplasm in his bloodstream. Thanks Vlad.

The man grunts at him; a short, curt "hm" that shouldn't make Danny smile, but he does because he's somewhat delirious and probably concussed. The man keeps some kind of distance, sinking towards the shadows of Gotham's alleyway like he dares to melt right into it.

If it's supposed to scare Danny, it doesn't work. Danny's never been afraid of the dark; he's always been able to hide himself in it. He blinks slowly at the mass of shadows.

"You look hurt." The shadows says, blurring together around the edges. Danny squints, and licks his lips to get the blood dripping down his chin off. Ugh, he hates the taste of blood.

"I am." He says, "My godfather poisoned me. M'dying." The agony of the blood blossom eating him from the inside out looped back around to numbing a while ago, so all he feels is half-awake and dazed.

"Hey," Danny stumbles forward towards the man, a bloodied hand reaching out to him. "You-- you're a hero, right? You're not attacking me; which is more than I can say for most costumed people I've met." Maybe it's a poor bar to judge someone at, but he's already established that Danny's not in his right mind.

The man makes no change in expression, but Danny realizes blearily that it's hard to tell with the shadows on his face. He stays still long enough for Danny to latch onto the cape -- stretchy, but almost soft under his fingers.

He looks up blearily into the whites of the man's eyes. "Can you help me? I don't-- I don't wanna die." Again. He doesn't wanna die again. He blinks slow and lizard-like. "I mean- I'll probably get to see mom and dad again, but I told them I'd at least try and make it to adulthood."

There's a clatter down the street, and Danny's ghost sense chills up his spine and leaves a bitter, ashy taste in his mouth. He immediately knows who it belongs to even before the deceptively gentle; "Daniel?" echoes down the way.

"Daniel? Quit your games, badger, Gotham is dangerous for children."

Danny's mouth pulls back, and blood spills against his tongue. "Please." He rasps, and grabs onto the shadow's cape with both hands. "Please. He's going to kill me. Please--"

"Daniel? Is that you?"

His lips part, dragging in air to plead with the darkness again. He doesn't need to, the whites of his eyes narrow, and the cape whirls around him before Danny can blink. Soon swaddled in shadows, the Night lifts him up, and steals him away.

[sharkbeneaththelotus]

There's a reason for this Saddest Fate of Pharmacists:

Bitter taste buds evolved to detect Things That Do Stuff To Bodies.

So that we didn't die from eating too much tannins in mature leaves, or too much atropine in a nightshade berry. Poisons are bitter because our ancestors who had a detector for these poisons didnt Die of Eatting Pretty Berries.

Fast forward into the technological age and we discover hey! Atropine can accelerate a very slow heart rate! And a bunch of people survive digitalis poisoning by taking atropine(belladona extract). The tldr being; any medicine that can effect your bodies mechanisms can effect that mechanism to death, but doctors and pharmacists are very smart and knowledgeable the Correct Amount To Not Die! Love that for us.

But our bodies don't change their opinions on bitter chemicals just because we need medicine, so. We get this whole thing.

(another important thing to remember is that lots of pills look exactly like smarties. They are doped with Extremely Bitter Flavours to make sure little Timmy doesn't eat sixteen paracetamol and need his stomach pumped. U_U)

[infiniteorangethethird]

I don't know where this "if you don't feel love/empathy you're evil" idea comes from like if you can only be decent towards people if you love them/feel empathy towards them then I'm pretty sure I'm not the one mistreating more people of the two of us

[angelicdive14]

Nobody knows your inner battles and the struggles you've been through, yet they're all quick to judge the book by it's cover. Sometimes it's important to speak with the person before you make any assumptions about them. Any rumours with blur the perception you have about someone. And if they not want to know the real you, they never will. It takes efford and time to get to know someone. Sometimes it's important to cut those people off since you don't need people who listen to others about you and do not want to get to know you better. They do not have their personal opinion which will be harful to you.

The truth is that only those you let to be close to you will know the real you and sometimes it's okay. It's okay to let your guard down, esp if you know that this person cares about you.

Always be honest with the ones that care about you and be careful with those who did not earn your trust yet.

Remember, you don't need to explain yourself to anyone. If they decided to think you are a certain type of person without even know you, just let them think that. Don't waste your time and energy to explain that to them, because if they really wanted to know you, they would and they would never judge you by one action of yours.

Someone who cares about you will always ask questions on why certain things made you react a certain way and would ask questions to at least discover what things made you the person you are today and what you've been going through your whole life.

[poetnamedesha]

In retrospect: Laughter

  Some of the kindest people have been through the most excruciating circumstance. Never assume that a grinning face and a hopeful spirit is devoid of personal tragedy. Some people smile in order to move past their pain.  That’s why laughter is the best medicine.  Love always, Esha ❤

[kindest]

[hooned]

enhypen's dancers congratulating them after their 3-day concert 🎉🍾

[mohntilyet]

crows and their warriors

[partfae]

there’s something so special to me about the casual intimacy (both physical and emotional) of the stark family. robb carrying bran to his horse. bran holding robb’s hand to comfort him. jon ruffling arya’s hair and pushing her around and her laughing and pushing him right back. ned hugging sansa and arya in front of the entire king’s court. they’re always thinking about each other and missing each other. the kids cry and fight and play and are kids, and ned and catelyn are kind to one another, and it’s beautiful. it’s so warm, so human, in contrast with the coldness of other familial relationships in the book.

[glacierruler]

My crush is the best cuddler, I swear. Also tried to make me less cold while we were waiting outside by hugging me and rubbing my back.

[sugadolly]

in character vs. out of character (or his default puppy dog eyes)