#learn something from this

[your-heart-is-a-treasure]

What drains your spirit drains your body.

What fuels your spirit fuels your body.

[hawkzeyes]

Gonna spam kilowog now tumblr must know

[rkrispyt]

*sigh* I was so excited for Matt and his new movie, aaaaaaand then it hit me days later that he’s filming right now…which means he crossed the picket line, and that realization is making me so so sad...

[britney-rosberg06]

DC I HAVE BEEN IN THE TRENCHES FOR YOUR ASS FOR YEARS AND THIS IS HOW IM TREATED

[wi11owcows]

I will never forgive fujimoto for what he did to yuko

[carcassontheshore]

@tsukimi-shin

[thetextiwriteiwrote]

Have I Learned Anything at All?

I ask this but I genuinely don't know. And I know the lot of you don't have the time to witness me feel my way around to figure out if I have. The spoiler is most certainly that I have, as gauche as it is to admit-- I've run dry on vocabulary, and so the rest has to be poured from the heart.

Have I learned anything? Have I learned anything at all from this experience? We tap our pencils as we would quills against our temples, just trying to glean some kind of wisdom from our time spent observing a text.

We're hungry for it, starving for it, even, some of us. The wisdom on the walls beckons to the point that it causes us to tear open some kind of malicious, own-seeing, third-eye. This third-eye is secretly a malevolent figure by virtue of the fact that it is a variable, entering your lifespan kicking and screaming in the form of some kind of schizophrenic outburst of pure, stark-raving madness.

No dishevelment upon anyone currently-grappling with those tendencies, my first brush with them got me Baker Acted, and I refuse to inherit my father's maddening strife, or my mother's anxious detachment.

I resolve to be another secret third thing altogether, casting my spells quietly for the good of mankind, writing what I can from my ivory tower, that secretly exists as a monument to slovenly-living. I attempt to guide others toward a treasure I feel I cannot possess, success, achievement, love, you name it.

I must rest, now, as I've a doctor's appointment in the morning to see if any of these changes are actually going to stick or not. I suppose it comes down to me.

That's it! That's what I've learned!

It comes down to me, past-present-and-future. That kind of accountability can make people want to start digging up your skeletons, but a sudden uproar of accountability shouldn't be a scary thing, it should be what we're all reaching toward-- a state of being in touch with our feelings, emotions, and nerves, while also being in full control of ourselves... This is homeostasis. This is ideal.

So that's what I've learned from my experience, I suppose. It falls to me in order to maintain my relationships, and ensure that they don't rot. I need to be the one to communicate, yet again, I need to be the one to talk, and to say the right things, again, and again...

That's how I love the world, saying the perfect thing over and over, until I am nothing but a belayed, purple and putrescent husk of what was ultimately, kind-of an asshole.

In any case, let's smile and try to get some well-medicated rest tonight, for the doctors we may need see tomorrow... I'll purge the memories there, the doctor played a fine game triggering me and guiding me toward the right way to heal.

Embrace your triggers.

Use isolated agitation to train your brain.

Thank the good doctor.

And trust the apple.

[shotmrmiller]

ghost getting himself a cute, soft girl he doesn't talk about much but is clearly obsessed with and price just thinks it's nice he's finally settled down, approves of the home he's made for himself, definitely approves of the one he's taken for himself.

soap asks kyle if he's seen you and he says, "yep. lovely bird he's got tucked away in her little dollhouse. makes great food, too." soap swears there's a subtle shift in his tone when he says "lovely", a hint of something deeper that flickers in his eyes for just a moment. soap simply sucks on his teeth, letting it slide. (although he knows that kyle's always been one to appreciate the good things in life.)

interest gnaws at him, a persistent itch he can't scratch. price likes you just fine, as does kyle. well what about him? he decides to bite the bullet and goes to simon with a knot between his brows, the corners of his lips tugged downwards. they've shared clothes, bullets, beds. if the other two got to meet you, why can't he?

"ya can come over for dinner on tonight. she'd 'ave my neck if she didn't formally meet ya anyway."

soap then asks, out of genuine curiosity more than anything else, if simon would have kept you in the dark from him hadn't he brought you up himself.

"ya meet 'er when i want ya to, boy, and not a moment before." the tone he takes is unmistakeable. his words are a command, not a suggestion, and soap instantly knows to not push further.

soap nods. "ah'll be there."

"course ya will. she'd be terribly disappointed otherwise."

yeah, he'd hate to have that.

soap sits in the living room, the soft glow of the lamp casting a warm light over the cozy place. with a full stomach and an unfastened belt, nursing a glass of kentucky. he can't remember the last time he ate that well or that much.

maybe it's the alcohol that loosens his tongue, or the fact that he wishes he also had a sweet little thing to keep at his side just like simon's doing with you now, but the thoughts he's been mulling over all evening since he first saw you tumble out of his mouth.

"while ah can attest to yer taste in sweethearts, can't say much about your alcohol. bourbon, LT?" he says, chest warm.

simon's arm tightens around your hips, fingers splayed possessively over your thigh. he shrugs, completely unbothered by the backhanded compliment. "can't be perfect in everythin', can we, sergeant?"

soap's cheeks burn furiously hot when you come to his defense with a smack of your palm onto simon's chest. "be nice to johnny. he's got a face that make up for some of his other flaws."

the teasing lilt in your voice unashamedly gets his southern blood pumping. he can't help it if certain things stir when someone as pretty as you look at him like that. soap swirls the amber liquid gently in the glass while keeping his limpid eyes on you, not even trying to hide the fact that his gaze hasn't wavered since your cheeky little comment.

you then whisper something in simon's ear, your cupped hand not even half the size of his head and soap has to rearrange himself from the outside when your teeth catch your bottom lip. simon looks up at you then, eyes heavy and half lidded, and a smirk plays at the corners of his mouth.

"'m not sure, love. you'll just 'ave to ask 'im yourself. go on."

you open that sweet mouth of yours, but simon cuts you off with a decisive wave of his hand. "no. you know how to ask for things."

your reaction to that is visceral, and you're on your knees faster than his alcohol-muddled brain can comprehend. don't look down 'er shirt, don't look down 'er shirt, don't-

"johnny, will you touch my pussy?"

he splutters at your question, completely taken aback, but it seems you're not done just yet.

"hands to yourself, sergeant. tha' not all."

you pout at simon, one that earns you a look that promises consequence, but do as he says.

"will you touch my pussy, johnny? pretty please?"

[bluegiragi]

group huddle!

early access + nsfw on patreon monster!AU masterpost

[violent138]

It would be hilarious if Dick (recently dumped) and Jason (perpetually uninterested) were discussing their lack of dating prospects and Tim asks what they're talking about and Dick explains before going, "High five Timmy" and Tim's like "Yeah no thanks, I've got [bitches]." And both Jason and Dick are stunned.

[demigods-posts]

luke fumbling in recruiting percy has to be one of his greatest failures. a beautiful thing the show does regarding luke and percy's relationship is building rapport between them through shared moments like settling into camp, eating meals together, but especially through swordfighting lessons. the swordfighting scene at the beginning of episode 8 not only reveals that percy and luke already share similar beliefs about the fear-based system the gods have cultivated, but it's clear the conversation stays with percy when he fights ares and later calls out zeus on his waning skills as a father and a king. however, luke's plan fell through the moment percy learned that the winged-shoes were meant to drag him to tartarus. not only that, but the shoes nearly killed grover, a friend percy cared for deeply. if nourishing loyalty and trust was the key to ensuring a partnership with percy, then it was luke's faulty planning, arrogance, and impatience that cost him the greatest ally he could ask for.

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Lan Wangji Goes To Lotus Pier AU: Part 1: Dread on Arrival

(Part 2)

[flwrkid14]

Tim Drake Accidentally Takes Over the World (and Didn’t Think to Mention It)

So, Janet somehow spent decades climbing her way into every government worth a damn, ruling the entire world from behind the scenes. And then, because the universe is apparently wild, she left it all to Tim.

Cut to Tim Drake, the brand-new, completely reluctant secret ruler of the entire planet. And he just… never really thought it was worth mentioning?

The Batfam finds out when Bruce stumbles across an encrypted memo traced to a mysterious Gotham office with Tim’s name on it.

Bruce, holding up the memo: “Tim. Want to explain why this document about, oh, international finance reforms is signed with your encryption key?”

Tim, not even looking up from his laptop: “Oh, yeah. That. Janet left me her ‘global influence portfolio’ or whatever. Mostly paperwork.”

The Batfam stares in total shock.

Dick sputters nearly dropping his coffee: "Wait—you’ve been managing world policies?!”

Tim, shrugging, barely paying attention as he emails the president of Germany: “Well, yeah. I figured someone had to keep things running. It's not that big a deal. I mostly just redirect some policies. You know, keep things running smoothly.”

Jason, absolutely cackling: “Are you telling me that little Replacement here is the reason for half the ‘global cooperation’ headlines?”

Tim, scrolling through emails: “They send me reports; I send suggestions. And honestly, they make it way more dramatic than it is. It's not that hard."

Barbara stares at him, half horrified, half impressed. “How did we not notice this?”

Tim blinks. “I mean, it’s not like I was actively hiding it. I assumed you guys knew I was… kind of managing these things?”

Cue utter disbelief.

Stephanie, laughing too hard to breathe: “Tim, do you have world leaders on speed dial?”

Tim, completely unfazed: “Only the important ones. They text, mostly. Oh—by the way, I might’ve influenced a minor arms control thing last week. Don’t worry; it’s all sorted.”

Bruce, looking like he’s two seconds from fainting: “Sorted? Tim, we're talking about you having global authority here. People notice these things."

Tim shrugs again as his phone buzzes with notifications. “Sure, but it’s not like they’re going to do anything too crazy. I just suggest stuff, and they listen. Honestly, it’s like herding really powerful, really overdramatic cats.”

Damian, scandalized: “You mean to tell me, Drake, that you’re manipulating world politics like it’s a game of checkers?”

Tim, still casual: “Manipulating’s a strong word. Like I said, it’s more just nudging things along.” His phone buzzes again. “Oh, hang on. France is panicking about their energy policy again.”

The Batfam tries to process the fact that Tim—Tim, who routinely forgets what day it is—is now, somehow, running the world.

And then his phone buzzes with a message from the UN Security Council.

Tim sighs, glancing down. “Oh, great. Looks like they’re debating nuclear arms again. Be right back.”

Meanwhile, the Batfam is left absolutely speechless, processing the fact that their Tim—scrawny, coffee-fueled Tim—is apparently one of the most powerful people on the planet. And to him its just another tuesday.

[evangelina830]

Habits

//warning for anxiety and a bit of blood (there is comfort)

[lucabyte]

Taking pride in One's own appearance.

[satelliteduster]

oh my god i forgot to post my absolute favorite strip from gay comix (issue #2, 1981)