#mari was found dead :D

[sammyluvr]

my boy deserves all of the smooches :(( where do you think are sam's weakspots to be kissed?

OOOO I LOVE THIS QUESTION... sorta wanna answer it when i'm not halfway asleep or completely brain empty but i also want to think about it now because it's cute :((( maybe i will revisit later with a reblog or short headcanons about it <333 all sfw for this post!!

i think simple cheek kisses really make him soft and blushy because there's something very very sweet and almost innocent about them. they can be casual but they can also be verryyyy very caring and soft and intimate. he loves when you linger there for a moment. it makes him want to curl his hands around your hips and tug you into his lap and kiss you for hours, but before he can do it, you're gone already. he especially loves it if you kiss his cheek while you're standing and he's sitting down :,)

maybe i'm projecting but the tip of his nose :(( the first time you do it, he's really not expecting it. it's not a sensation he's used to, and it makes his heart melt and beat a million times a minute at the same time, every time. it makes his brain go quite and still for a moment because he's not expecting it almost ever unless you're slow or obvious about it. he almost just doesn't know what to do with himself when you do it. likes to grab you by the hips and keep you there and just look at you after you do it and it's like oh. hi :)

uhhhh his back dimples.... yeah. uh he almost passed out when you did it in a non-nsfw context. he was just laying on his stomach with no shirt on and you came up to him... he was sleepy and not paying that much attention, he sorta assumed you'd either join him to cuddle or grab something by the bed. what he doesn't expect is your lips on his lower back??? he's so gone he just malfunctions probably. or makes out with you for ten hours idk man

kiss his fingers please :,) just please... anywhere... his hands anywhere it makes him wanna die a little bit in the good way. thinks his hands have done too much wrong to be kissed by you, but you seem to love it so much that he lets you do it and cries a little inside. kisses your hands back a lot

lowkey anywhere on his head. his forehead, his hairline, the top of his head through his pretty hair... he loves it :,)

uhhh literally his lips. just kiss his lips he'll do whatever you want him to probably <33

honorable mentions are literally anywhere on his body because he's obsessed with you and touch starved (thinking precage :D slash the times he's comfy with physical affection afterwards) and so madly in love with you <333333

real honorable mentions are his jaw, anywhere on his neck but definitely his adam's apple, his collarbones, his shoulders anywhere, his back especially his spine <333

[allineedisonedream]

Hi!! I want to say that I absolutely adore your tangled au DC and I'm ready to kiss you for what you created - seriously, you literally connected my current favorite hyperfixation with my childhood favorite hyperfixation. I could not imagine that it would bring me such joy :D And oh, I'd like to share my version of Dick's early biography before Slade took him away and locked him in a high tower.

Dick is still Bruce's adopted son, but he was adopted in infancy. It was exactly the same as in "Maquia: When the Promised Flower Blooms" - the young king Bruce, while hunting, separated from his guards and his entourage, he found a circus caravan destroyed by robbers, all were killed except one woman and her infant son. A young woman, Mary Grayson, was dying from the wounds inflicted on her, lying next to her dead husband, but continued to hug and protect Dick, who was crying in her arms.

The young King tried to save her, but Mary could not be saved, instead he gave her a promise that he would take care of her child and the young woman died with a calm soul and a smile on her face. It was only when her hands began to lose warmth that Bruce took baby Dick and hugged him. Thus, a little prince appeared in the kingdom - Richard John Thomas. And when, some time later, he fell seriously ill, King Bruce was in despair and ordered his subjects to find a moon flower that, according to legends, is a real piece of a star that fell from the sky...

And my idea of Dick's early childhood is inspired by this wonderful piece of your art - tiny, sweet, wonderful Dick and affectionate Alfred and Bruce made my heart sing.

Omg, this is Canon! It’s so good it hurts so much ugh! Thank you for taking the time to write this—I love it!

Sorry for answering so late; I kind of wanted to make some art for this:

Not sure if I missed any tags, but let me know if I did!

[wileys-russo]

could you write something with georgia where she has to have you rubbing her back to fall asleep, and whenever you stops she does a little shimmy to make you start again

ps i can also picture her making one of the girls (keira or leah) scratch her back when they’re away so she can fall asleep 😭

my needy girl II g.stanway

"-you can't be serious. surely you can take a nap without it gee!" leah scoffed in disbelief as the younger blonde beside her frowned, crossing her arms over her chest grumpily.

"i can't leah! i wouldn't be askin if i wasn't dead serious." georgia huffed quietly as her best friend groaned, earning her a harsh shushing from mary who was trying to sleep a couple of rows up from them.

"please leah?" georgia practically begged her best friend, body burning with exhaustion as sleep seemed something she might never obtain, not having slept well the entire time she'd been away with the lionesses.

they'd all travelled to norway for the week for a friendly with the national team, but a flare up of an old hamstring injury for you meant you'd had to stay home.

of course georgia was sad about it both for herself and for you, knowing how much it would hurt for you to have to watch from afar. and with the two of you playing together for club and country it was seldom you were ever away from one another longer than a couple of days.

for most people this would be fine but for you and georgia it was rare you'd find a couple more happily codependant. you lived together, ran errands together, paired up for drills together, trained together, played together, showered together, cooked together, cleaned together and of course slept together.

which was what had lead to georgia coming to leah for help in the first place.

ever since the early stages of your relationship you'd picked up the habit of rubbing georgia's back while the two of you lay together, limbs intertwined and heartbeats thumping in sync. at first the blonde was resistant to it, not used to such casual intimiacy from a partner.

though overtime the tables had flipped completely and she found herself unable to get a goods night sleep without her girlfriends soft touch, hand tucked up her top as her nails would gently graze georgias tanned skin, the calloused palm of her hand rubbing small but loving circles into her back as she dozed off peacefully.

so having been missing that for the last eight nights had made georgia insufferably tired and grumpy, and now on the flight home it was catching up to her fast.

"fine, but only for a few minutes." leah gave in with a grumble as georgia sighed a quiet thank you and turned toward the window of the plane trying to get comfortable.

closing her eyes she felt leahs hands gently start to rub circles on her back, trying desperately to let that soothe the sting of having been away from her lovers touch for so long.

though hard as she tried, it just wasn't the same.

"nevermind, its not workin." georgia huffed, shrugging leahs hand off and sinking down into her chair crossing her arms over her chest. "georgia you are so incredibly-" leah started to tell her off until keiras hand snaked over the top of her chair, smacking her on the shoulder.

"be nice!" the girl mouthed as leah turned around to glare at her, nodding toward georgia who was curled into a ball looking absolutely miserable.

leahs face softened at the sight as keira settled back into her chair, the skippers hand reaching out to gently squeeze the younger girls knee in comfort.

"we're nearly home mate, and you know she'll be there and waiting for you."

~

your head snapped to attention as you heard the jingle of keys, a grin making its way to your face as you heard them drop to the floor and your girlfriend groan, swearing like a sailor at the mistake.

"you kiss your mother with that mouth?" you yanked the door open with a teasing smile, the blondes face lighting up at the sight of you, dropping the keys again as she stumbled through the door.

"babe!" you squealed as she dropped her luggage, swept you off your feet and swiftly picked you up into a bone crushing hug hello.

"george my leg, i had physio today." you warned gently with a soft smile as the blonde carefully placed you back on your feet, closing the door behind her and advancing toward you again.

"god i've missed ya." you swooned at her accent as always, knees wobbly and lips curling into a face splitting grin as her hands gently cupped your face, eyes roaming every little feature of your face oh so lovingly, memorizing it as if she'd been away for a year.

"i missed you more. you played so well baby, my golden goal scorer." you placed a tender kiss to her lips, georgias hands finding your hips and flushing your bodies closer together.

"where do ya think you're goin? you've got a weeks worth of lovin to make up for baby." the girl grinned cheekily, her nose scrunching up adorably as you melted at the sight.

~

"you look shattered love, lets head to bed?" you offered with a concerned frown as georgia went to press play on another episode, not missing the deep seeded bags under your girlfriends eyes and the way her body was clearly struggling to stay awake.

it relieved you that she didn't put up a fight, wordlessly nodding and flicking off the tv as the two of you stood, flittering around the house and switching off the lights before meeting one another in the bedroom.

"nah give us that one." georgia frowned, nodding to the hoodie you already had on your body as you held another out to her to change into. you opened your mouth to protest but the pout which formed on her face had you stripping the material off in an instant, handing it over as she shrugged it on with a content smile.

slipping into one of her old jerseys you kicked off your track pants and followed the blonde into the bathroom, the two of you messing about playing footsies as you brushed one anothers teeth.

"oi!" she gasped in mock offence as you flicked water at her, grinning before the slightly taller girl yanked you into a minty fresh kiss. "dickhead!" you pushed her away with a scoff as she dripped water down your back from freshly washed hands, winking cheekily and pecking your lips a few more times.

grabbing her hand and dragging her back into the bedroom you wasted no time collapsing into the soft mattress as georgia promptly flopped herself right on top of you.

your laughter filled the room as she attacked your face with sloppy kisses, only stopping once you gently pushed her off, leaning over to flick off the lamp on your bedside as she did the same, engulfing your bedroom into darkness.

"assume the position then woman." georgia mumbled tiredly, rolling onto her stomach and fumbling around blindly for you, eventually finding your arm and draping it over her.

knowing exactly what she wanted you chuckled, moving your hand to sneak up her hoodie, rubbing gentle circles on her back as your other hand tangled in her messy blonde locks, scratching at her scalp.

"i love ya." she mumbled sleepily, scooching closer to press a tender kiss to your jaw, nose tucked into your collarbone as you echoed the words back, pressing a kiss into her hair and moving away a few flyaways from her warm forehead.

you smiled in surprise as within seconds it seemed the taller girl had fallen dead asleep, mouth slightly ajar as she exhaled gently, nose twitching as you shook your head.

retracting your hand from inside her hoodie you rolled onto your back, other hand still tangled in your lovers hair as your own eyes fluttered close tiredly.

you'd almost drifted off yourself before you heard georgia whine, the girl wiggling and fumbling around in the dark. grabbing at your top she pulled and tugged until your body rolled onto its side, her fingers finding yours as she moved your hand back under her hoodie.

"more." the blonde demanded sleepily, accent even thicker in her tired state. you smiled feeling her settle instantly as you resumed rubbing her back, breathing evening out as she immediately crashed again.

your lips left a tender kiss on the crown of her head with an amused smile, sighing softly as georgia mumbled something incoherant in her sleep and pressed her face even more into your neck.

"my needy girl."

[two-white-butterflies]

parallel lines | d. targaryen | part eight

Description: An ordinary middle school teacher moves to a desolate town with her fiancee. After suffering episodes of vivid nightmares, she realizes that his uncle looks exactly like the man in her dreams.

Pairings: daemon targaryen/reader, aemond targaryen/reader

Trope: Reincarnation

TW: Murder. Non-Con.

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"If you know it in one glimpse, it's legendary You and I go from one kiss to gettin married." - loml, Taylor Swift.

(TARGARYEN RESIDENCE. 2008)

It was a hail mary from the beginning. Two people who had everything to lose, plotting to have more than they could handle. "She must've known." Alicent breathes, playing with the rosary-styled bracelet on her left wrist. "- I told you not to cheap out on the assassins. We'll get the money back anyways." she scolded.

Her grip on the bracelet tightened. Viserys' took a deep breath.

"I did not hire mediocre mercenaries. It was a recommendation from the goddamn Governor of Texas. If you're searching for good mercenaries, you're not gonna find them because people who kill people for a living don't have a moral compass." he gritted his teeth. His anger doubling at every second he spent in his wife's presence.

"I couldn't care less about their moral compass. You should've hired someone who had a follow through." she hissed, glaring at him. "I'm sorry but I'm not the one who wanted Olivia L/N dead." he groaned, standing up and attempting to exit the door.

She stares at the side, the sight of a crucifix snapping her back into reality. "I don't like the role that you're giving me, Viserys." her voice cracked, her fingers dancing along every bead. Along every Hail Mary. Her breath hitched for a second.

Fearing the person that she's become.

He made her this way. He manipulated her, made her believe that the love that they shared was true. He made her fight for every scrap of his love. He made her a monster. Now, she was finally thirty, fifteen would never cross her mind. "You're the one who wanted to give your children part of Aemma's company. I was following your wishes." he tried to flip the table at her.

Our children. She wanted to correct him.

It might've been her idea, but he didn't give her a choice. Her children would live in poverty without the money that Aemma provided. Alicent didn't have a job. She didn't even finish High School, and it was obvious that Viserys wasn't going to be around for long.

"Don't worry about Olivia. She doesn't have the guts to sue us. I hope that you learn to be content with what you've been provided. Not everything has to be handed on a silver spoon." Viserys remarked.

Aemond breathes. "They're fighting again." he spoke through the landline. Fighting was a normal occurrence in the Targaryen Household, it was always about the inheritance.

"Mom ought to accept that the old man isn't gonna leave us a single dime." Aegon chuckled. His older brother long accepted the fact that Viserys hated all his children from his second-marriage.

"- Rhaenyra has always been the golden child. I don't know why we bother." he added with an eye-roll.

Aemond pressed his lips closer to the microphone. "Dad hired someone to kill Aunt Olivia." he dropped the bomb, and the other line answered with silence. "- Mom figured that if Aunt Olivia died, then all the shares would go to Dad, and there'll be enough for us." he whispered, careful not to be heard.

"He'd rather have someone murdered than give us a tiny piece of Rhaenyra's billion dollar inheritance? I study in New York. I should kill Aunt Olive, make Mom proud for once." his lips pressed into a thin line, seriously considering that random thought.

The younger brother responds with a chuckle.

"You won't do that Aegon. You're not actually a murderer." he laughed, thinking that it was his older brother's way of making a joke. Aegon licks his lips. Right, not a murderer.

OLIVIA L/N FOUND DEAD IN AN NYC APARTMENT WITH NO CURRENT SUSPECTS, POLICE SOURCES SAY.

NEW YORK -- Police sources are revealing more details about a murder in Manhattan. They say that the New York City Police Department is currently conducting investigations about possible motives for the crime.

It happened in Upper Manhattan, sources say that the first person that found the body was Ms. Olivia L/N's daughter, then a neighbor that chooses to remain anonymous.

Olivia L/N is the co-founder of Dragonpine Brewery, which has now expanded into different industries including real estate, technology, and pharmaceuticals. She currently owns 49% of Dragonpine Brewery, but all shares are expected to return to Viserys Targaryen, who too, owns 49% of the company.

The medical examiner ruled her death a homicide due to the blunt force trauma to the head, and stab wounds on her stomach.

Anyone with any information is asked to call the NYPD's Crime Stoppers hotline at 1-***-***-TIPS. ALL CALLS ARE KEPT CONFIDENTIAL.

(PRESENT)

Daemon couldn't stop pacing and forth. Luckily, the bullet didn't hit anything important. You could still use your ankle normally in the future, but it would take time to heal.

"It's a medical miracle. It's the first time I've seen it happen." he remarks, trying to calm himself down.

The entire thing was difficult to process. He found it hard to believe that Aemond suddenly lost all semblance of normalcy and broke. "The gun wasn't registered. He could face charges, unless Alicent drives by with her golden chariot and bribes the judge again." he rolled his eyes, unwilling to let his nephew live scot-free.

"I told her about Aemond's past, the case with the girl and Nick. She could've confronted him about it, brought memories that he couldn't handle. He could've been guilty." Rhaenyra suggested, shaking her head. "Where is he?" Daemon's eyes narrowed.

He peeked through the halls, searching for his nephew's familiar silver-gold locks. "Down at the police station. Jace tells me that Aemond's shaken. Unable to form any statement." she adds with a deep breath. Aware that the story was reaching its climax.

"Alicent won't let him speak anyways. Where's Helaena?" he paused, reminded of his youngest niece. "She's babysitting the kids. Daemon, role-calling everyone won't be enough to distract you from Y/N. She's a wall away, I can hear her heart monitor from here." she pointed out.

Clearly as nervous as he was.

"I can't believe this is happening. I can't believe that we're given a second chance at everything, but we're still making the same mistakes." he sat down on the bench beside her.

He wanted to be a better person. Make his life worthwhile, but with the people around him repeating the same mistakes over and over. "I feel like I'm trapped inside a paradox. We'll die, then we'll get reborn and repeat everything again. It's like that show we watched. Are we in the Bad Place?" his eyebrows merged together.

"I don't know, Daemon. It feels like hell, but then I see my sons and I wouldn't trade this life for anything else." she had a bitter smile on her face. A nurse steps out of your room.

Daemon rises to his feet.

"Is she awake?" he inquired.

"No. I don't think that I'm at liberty to say this but - being unconscious for this long isn't normal. They'll do some tests, but I'm sure she'll be fine." the nurse felt inclined to speak out, seeing Daemon's worried face.

"Are you her boyfriend?" the nurse asked.

Rhaenyra's face softened. "It's complicated." she bit her lower lip.

(HARRENHAL.)

TW: NON CON SCENE (WILL STATE WHEN IT'S OVER SO YOU CAN SCROLL DOWN TO IT)

You breathe in the smell of smoke. Harrenhal was a curse.

"You will die here." you whispered, the prophetic visions finally finding solace inside of you, like they've found solace in Alys.

"You dampen the mood." Aemond pours himself a goblet of wine. "- it will not stop me from having my way." he reminded.

"I know." you whispered.

"We won't be needing this," he stated, cutting swiftly through your gown. He was staring at your body with the intensity of a thousand stars - you could've sworn that it was love - but it was not. "Why are you doing this?" you whisper, covering your breasts.

He does not acknowledge the use of your tongue. He ignores you. He presses a kiss to your jaw, inhaling the scent of your jasmine perfume. A prisoner has never lived more lavishly than you. "Riñītsos," he answered, hands trailing down to pull yours away.

"You sleep beside my sister knowing such stain is upon your honor." you gritted your teeth.

"Stomach up." he commanded - eyes twinkling with lust. "Legs open," he added - seeing you in the vulnerable position.

You couldn't remember anything that happened afterwards.

(NON-CON SCENE OVER)

"I care not about what he's done to your husband. I care more about what you had to go through." Alys looked at you in a crestfallen way. She vowed to protect you, but her visions clouded her judgement. Made her believe that Aemond was their savior.

"It'll be the same tomorrow, Alys, unless you can remedy this curse then rid yourself. Leave my presence." you pleaded, unable to stare into her eyes. The same eyes that you looked at in the mirror. "You may think me cold, that all I've ever grown to love is him. I thought that I could control him, but he is like the wind." she shook her head.

"You cannot catch the wind, sister." your breath quivered.

"What I've done is payment for my sins," she started.

You snap out of the trance. Eyes finally meeting hers.

"What did you do?" you asked.

"I killed him." Alys admitted, only then did you realize the streak of blood of her cheek. "I'm sorry." she apologized, falling to the floor.

"I forgive you." you bite the insides of your cheeks.

You've watched your sister hold the enemy softer than she's ever held you. You watch her let peace slip through her fingers. You watch her betray you and you forgive her, because this is the role she must play. You cannot resent the dancer for the actions of the song.

"There will be a boat going to an island near the Ghiscari Empire. I hope that you find peace there." she handed you three dragons. "What about you?" you tilted her head, feeling the tears trickle down your cheeks. "I must stay." she reminded.

It was the last winter that you'd spend with this body. You lived sixty more years without your husband. Now, you were old and frail - there were lines on the sides of your eyes. Wrinkles that weren't there when your husband was still alive.

"Have some tea." Serenei's daughter beckoned.

You complied.

Feeling every bit of your consciousness slip away.

You had a vision the night before, that this would be your last life. You already broke the karmic chains and learnt all your lessons. There was no need to restart the pain and suffering.

But you sharply argued with the gods.

Told them that you had to be reborn. You needed to see Daemon. You needed a life where you could be with him longer, and happier.

The gods granted you that gift.

And thus, here you are again.

Your throat felt dry; like you haven't drank water in a thousand years. You hear the machine beeping beside you. A feeling of someone's hand on top of yours.

You opened your eyes.

"Daemon," you whispered.

"I remember."

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You've watched your sister hold the enemy softer than she's ever held you. You watch her let peace slip through her fingers. You watch her betray you and you forgive her, because this is the role she must play. You cannot resent the dancer for the actions of the song.

WAS COPIED FROM @faiIwife on twitter. IT MADE MY LIFE IM SORRY.

[ktamina]

SID for Metal Hammer, 1999

¡¡¡FULL interview here!!!

SID WILSON

Age: 22.

Marital status: I have a girlfriend.

Nickname?: Filth, or the epitome of...

Born and bred?: Born in Des Moines although my whole family is from England.

Instrument played?: Turntables.

Band previous to Slipknot?: I have a DJ crew called Soundproof Coalition, who are based out of Des Moines.

First record bought?: The first one I owned was the Miami Vice soundtrack which my parents bought for me.

First band seen live?: I was really young and my parents took me to see Sheena Easton.

Describe yourself in three words: Organic brain syndrome.

What does your mask represent?: To me it's like I'm killing myself on stage. I am constantly at war as the gas mask reminds people at war, so it's like I am constantly dying up there.

Was the visual image your idea?: Yeah, it kinda fell in my lap. I got into the band and was looking for a mask and the gas mask kinda found me. Since then I have been pretty interested in them and If I ever see one I buy it. Right now I have seven or eight of them.

Special Ingredient you bring to the band?: Youth, as I am the youngest member of the band which keeps it fresh.

What is your greatest fear?: Dying young. It is something I think about, as you can die from all kinds of things- I could break my neck at a show, catch a disease or the government could assassinate me.

What is your idea of hell?: I don't believe in it. If there is a hell, planet earth is it.

First job: Working at raves.

Have you ever experimented with auto eroticism?: Yeah, I guess I have. I've wore choke collars, as in the rave scene there have been a lot of experiences which have been pretty crazy.

Tell me your favorite sexual fantasy introducing Salvador Dalí (the late great surrealist painter), an orange, and a bicycle?: I would ride the bicycle for three hours to be completely exhausted, then me and my girlfriend would enter the painting with the melted clocks in it (The Persistence of Memory) and then at the point of orgasm melt like the clocks and eat the oranges for a reward.

Do you enjoy a good wank?: Yeah, every day. When we went on The Howard Stern Show I wanted in show him my cock and I was trying to keep it a decent hanging size, so I was jerking off, and by the time we were on it only lasted a minute so I didn't even get the chance to show it. I think he was actually quite scared of it.

Do you often wank in public?: It depends. When I go into my personality of number 0 the number takes over and I never know what he is going to do, but myself, not really.

What would be the concept for a Slipknot porno movie?: I probably wouldn't do much talking as when I am in my alter ego of 0 I don't talk much. There would be a lot of drooling, slobbering and grunting. There would be no need for dialect, just get down to it.

Hobbies outside the band?: I like to snowboard and sculpt with clay. I am also into cooking. My mom has been teaching me since I was three. My speciality is french crepes.

Fave horror movie?: Evil Dead 2 and Army Of Darkness.

Fave author?: Edgar Allen Poe is the only literature have ever finished reading.

Band you'd like to tour with?: It wouldn't go in with the genre of Skipknot, but me personally, it would be The Beastie Boys. At the point when I got into DJing, break dancing and hip hop The Beastie Boys were a big part of that. I have always listened to them.

Who do you think is the most heavy metal band of all time?: Slipknot.

Worst way to die?: Without my family. By myself.

If your house was burning down. What is the one thing you would run in and save?: If all my family was out, I would have to go and get the hair wrap my girlfriend gave me before we started dating. It is made out of her hair.

If you were the president of the USA for a day and could achieve one thing only. What would it be?: I would make it a free country and expose the government for what it is.

What is your dog called?: Mary Jane Wilson. She's part whippet and part dingo.

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[citrinae]

avoid the crowds.

law x reader

summary; you're an aspiring biologist, hard-working on your phd. when you're coupled with your colleague law to enrich your research, you're mortified to discover that other's personal projects may be a little more ambitious than you’d anticipate. 

contents; gravedigging, only a pinch of gore, explicit at times, toxic attachments, love/hate, smoking, references to mary shelley because i’m a nerd & law is pathetic, college/academia!AU, gn!reader, wc: 2k. this is actually my very first time writing for this freak, intensely praying that i did him justice. check here for more spooktober shenanigans.

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Dirt on your shoes, on your jeans, under your nails. Pushing a lit cigarette between your lips, you realise your hands are slightly trembling. It’s slowly that you take the smoke in, a burning sensation into your lungs making you forget about the cold creeping up your cheeks, your ankles and into your bones, and you keep it there for a moment. Your eyes wander to the number of gravestones carrying the memory of someone’s friend, partner, or sibling, all cared for and regretfully gone. There’s a rustle coming from your right, boot sliding on the ground before his knee bumps into yours. With his hat he brushes the dirt off his lap. 

“This shit is bad for your health,” Law says, with a hint of superiority that has you pursing your lips around the cigarette. 

“These guys haven’t seen a pub in decades,” you manage to keep your cool. “Thought they wouldn’t mind if I brought them a piece of memory.”

He doesn’t play along. “They are dead. I doubt they care about much of anything.”

“How do you expect your students to like you if you can’t even take a joke?” you say through an exhale. 

“Honestly?” Law props his weight on the shovel he’s dug into the ground, legs spread. “The very few students I’ve had so far were actually funny.”

“Fuck you,” you huff. “Honestly.”

“Kindly reminding you that we’re in a cemetery,” he drones. “I'd restrain my libido for when we get back.”

You give him a look, still not believing he said that. His fingers—long, nimble, tattooed at the knuckles—rest atop his knees as he absently watches ahead. He’s slack in track pants and sweater, not that tonight makes him any different from the way you’ve always known him—cold, laid back. The sky is dark, only a few hours away from dawn. At your feet lingers a plastic bag he’s filled with everything needed for his fun little science project. 

Or rather, your fun little science project, now that you found out about it and agreed to let him do his magic before your eyes. The only condition was that you do it quietly—so far, you’re being terrible at it, and still he keeps you by like some sort of low-cost apprentice. Looking at the spots where dirt has been immaculately removed and battered back into place, your stomach threatens to turn. 

How have you ended up like this?

(There was someone in your research group; a guy called Trafalgar D. Water Law. A brilliant fellow, a committed academic. A little bit of an asshole, if you were to be completely honest. Law rarely ever spoke to the rest of you, let alone spend time with the group. Frequented the lab when you were about to call it a day and left early in the morning, just before you'd put on your whitecoats, fluorescent light droning overhead and steam hovering from coffee mugs. The nights were when he liked to work the most, doing whatever the fuck he was up to. Your PhD coordinator said something about reinventing surgery; but not even they were able to run into further detail. You were all too buried in your own projects to pry.

Water gathered at the tip of your nose and dripped onto your shoe. Your clothes were soaked and plastered to your skin; you hadn’t expected to rain that night. 

“Jesus fuck,” you managed under your breath. There was a dense, awful smell lingering in the air, the door to the research room locked with no spare key to use. “Law, are you in there?” 

Movement on the other side, pretending you didn’t exist. Your hair curled at your nape, wet and cold, and a feverish sensation began to climb up your temples. 

You tried again. “I left my journal in here, and, uhm,” scratching your head, “see I really needed to look up some notes tonight. May I come in and fetch it so I can leave you be?”

Still no answer; you were starting to get angry. 

You also needed a towel. 

“Listen up you freak,” through gritted teeth. “I don’t give two shits about what you’re doing or how many dicks you had to suck to be allowed to act like you own this fucking place. My day was bad enough to only care about my stupid little notes I left in that stupid little room, so please, for the love of god, open the door or else I’ll break a window or something and tab the damage on your weird ass name.”

“Who’s breaking what?” It was coming from behind; you turned, and stopped. Wiping his hands with a white washcloth, there stood Law, hoodie sleeves rolled to elbows, dark hair dishevelled, bags under his eyes. He looked like he hadn’t slept in weeks. 

The sounds you were hearing from inside the workroom didn’t cease. You felt heavy with the onset of a headache. 

“But if you’re here,” you said, incredulous. “Then who’s—” a second of thought. “What’s—”

Folding his arms, fabric thrown over his shoulder, “Yeah?”

The words felt weird leaving you, “What do you keep in there?”

“Nothing to be concerned about,” Law said, plainly. He seemed to know better than coming up with an excuse. There were steps that you heard, after all, nothing a branch against a window or a vending machine could replace. 

“You were saying you needed something?” he added, searching his pockets. “Let me get that for you, stay right there.”

But you didn’t stay put. You couldn’t. Shortly after watching him turn the key into the lock, careful not to reveal much of what awaited him inside, impulse had you setting your foot in the door. An elbow pressed on steel, a tattoo beat into floor tiles. And you could hardly hear the disturbed hiss leaving him now that you were facing a true miracle of modern medicine.)

They say the secrets of Heaven and Earth ought to stay in the palms of the one behind their making, for the man was made a crafty artist, but, alas, uncompleted. Understanding is a bottomless pit, only for the divine to fill and look after. But why are they to be frowned upon, half-made creatures, clinging to the knowledge that would make them whole?

(A strange friendship took shape that night. You agreed to keep the secret and Law allowed you to keep him company during the nights, borrowing notes, studying equipment. Little of this brought anything new to your own research, and yet, being in Law’s presence felt like a giant leap in your career. You wouldn’t be made to admit it, but you admired him, and at the same time he seemed almost content with the ease at which you were navigating the dense volume of research. As far as work was concerned, you were making a surprisingly good team—that you could both agree on despite your infuriating personalities. 

Some uneventful nights you would fiddle with his earrings as he measured the diameter of a human limb. Some other nights, his hand would flatten across your back as he showed you how man-made particles quivered and dispersed under the microscope. Your eyes ached from lack of sleep but your curiosity was a persistent fiend, always hungry for more, begging to be kept entertained. Slowly you found yourself disconnected from everything happening around you other than your undergraduate classes and lab work. Everything in your world revolved around science, and consequently, around Law. 

But spending so much time around each other would soon get the best—or worst—of you both, on a night just as rainy as the one you started working together. There was an hour left until the sky would start bleeding into a deep gradient of blues, two before the building would be animated with swarms of steps and voices. Tables had been diligently swept with no trace of your nightly work, equipment dismantled and notebooks locked away—just like Law instructed you to. Your steps echoed down the hallways of the facility, dark and empty, comfortable silence lingering between your forms as you were heading out. Exhaustion crept into your body to the point walking felt like floating. To your left, Law’s breathing seemed heavier than usual. You found yourself cagily tracing the contours of his hair, his ear, his neck and shoulder, stopping at his hand that he kept buried into a pocket. 

A beat later, too soon to tell how it happened, you were pressed against a wall, Law’s stare taking from confused to determined as he tried to keep up with his own actions. 

There was a pause. 

“You don’t have the guts,” you provoked, adrenaline pushing your mouth into a smirk. 

Law clicked his tongue. Then he kissed you, deeply, viciously, and you returned it without much thought. White hat collapsed on the floor as your fingers struggled to make their way through his hair, digging themselves into his scalp, touching and searing everything they found in their reach. Standing so close to him you were surprised to catch a faint trace of cologne lingering under all the metal and soap and formalin he worked with. Your head spun. His hand was cold as it touched you under your sweater; with his other he had to cover your mouth to keep a sound from coming out.

It didn’t stop you. He urged you somewhere more secluded.)

You flick the ashes off your cigarette. “Hey,” you say, trying to figure out the inscription chiselled on a gravestone. “Is it fair? To disturb these people’s peace like that?”

Law breathes out, heavily, a little shaken himself. He thinks about it for a moment. Then, massaging a temple, he says, “I think it’s a little too late to ask yourself this.” He’s right. 

“Maybe.” It’s faint, distracted. 

Some would say you’re giving them a second chance; you know that’s not the case here. None of you wants nothing out of this but the Promethean high of discovery. Performing miracles with a scalpel and needle, building an universe of your own. 

Wind blows in your direction, sharp like a slap in the face, and your body starts coiling within itself as it does. 

(Your research sessions carried on like this. Passing thread through layers of dead skin, sinking your teeth into Law’s skin moments later. Papers and pens and scissors scattered on the floor. Bodies feverish and drenched in sweat. Taking his chin between thumb and forefinger, you relished the faces he made after claiming that you inspire him. With his cock deep inside you, Law admitted he was glad to have found a use for that foul mouth of yours. When you use it to say his name, he added on, his voice grave and possessive, beard tickling your earshell, it makes him believe your voice was sewed for him.)

“Time to go,” Law says, already back on his feet.  

You insist that he carries the bag. And so he does, hoisting it around his shoulder without much care for its contents. You stub out your cigarette under your foot, and your eyes roll heavenwards when he demands that you pick the thing up. 

“I was meaning to,” you sneer, bending down. “Who do you take me for?”

“Do you really want me to answer that?” Law hands you the shovel. 

“For the record,” dusting off your jeans, “When faculty reviews are up, I’m ruining your ass.”

Law’s smirk is offensive. “Double-check your spelling before sending anything in.”

No one says a word on the way back to the facility. With weight propped on your shoulders and stars hiding one by one behind the horizon, the moment feels almost serene, and you dismiss the impulse to close your eyes because you know you will be falling asleep as soon as you do. For now, you end up settling with this space between dream and reality, hoping that maybe, somewhere, awaits the truth you’ve been working so hard to earn. 

[m3-kk]

TCF NOVEL SPOILERS- My TCF notes

Hmmm it’s been a minute since I posted any of my TCF notes about the chapters.. so here ya go! THIS US PART 2 SHAWTYS!!

Ch. 1- YESSS CHAPTER 1!! Not the Kings Palace going kaboom 😶 Cale needs to rest!!! Slacker chan!!!

Ch. 5- AHHHHHHHHHH LEE SOO HYUKKKKKKKK LETSS GOOOOO! BLACK HAWKK OOO

Ch. 6- His name is now Sui Khan 😮

Ch. 7- 🍪 Cookiess! So we have to travel different dimensions now? Cale needs a break 😭😭

Ch. 8- World with the white mages = Xiaolen Planet

Ch.9- YAY DIVINE ITEM MIRROR LAPTOP THINGY! We are definitely going to like the other worlds people evil smirk 😏

Ch. 10- HAH CALE HUNG UP ON DUKE FREDO LOL! Sooo Cale is a god. 😀

Ch. 12- Dead mana is purer AND Cale’s power is more efficient here? Interesting..

Ch. 13- Hey we have a spare world tree!

Ch. 15- Mary is registering as a candidate to be a necromancer empress GO MARY!

Ch. 16- AW HER FAKE NAME IS “Heni Wishrop” HENI STANDS FOR HENITUSE!

Everyone thinks our Mary is powerful hehe!

Ch. 21- Working with Zero & the 4th Prince for the Harmony test :D

Ch. 22- OOooo Black Rain 🌧️

Ch. 24- Now we actually need to kill those hunters. How dare they lay a finger on our family. Let’s flip them over immediately.

Ch. 25- Yay! Hong & On <3 Let’s go to the infected area! 2nd Princess?

Ch. 26- the 2nd imperial princess has been converted to Caleism hah m! Tree-bush monster ye fire, destruction, protection!

Ch. 27- Are you human? HAHAH CALEE

Ch. 28- That Marquis guy is smart. Cale really is acting like a purifier so funny!

Ch. 31- Blood Message! How scary!

Ch. 34- Attacking the bad guys >:]

Ch. 36- BURNNNNNNN 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥

Ch. 37- 50% power to get 2,500% as a result! SO EFFICIENTTTT WEEEEEE

Ch. 38- THE HUNTER WHO HUNTS HUNTERS! GO CALE SO POWERFUL HA!

Ch. 39- Cale.. not everyone is a super powerful ultimate other worldly being like you! I feel bad for Goldie Gramps 😭

Ch. 40- In Prison with the fam 😜

Ch. 41- We are going to loot!! Goldie Gramps is angry and that dragon is timid but crazy. I love our family! CHAOS LOVE

Ch. 42- DESTROY THE ESTATE MWAHAH

Ch. 43- So sad that we couldn’t loot 😭🥲

Ch. 44- Ooo Opening the safe 💰

Ch. 54- ooo revealing us to the empire?

Ch. 58- Choking? Reminds me of Adin

Ch. 63- HAH I KNEW IT THE FAKE WT IS STAYING YOOO

Ch. 64- INFOOO! Not the Patriarch blowing up that’s crazy! We could’ve gotten so much more info! But oh well! Five Colors ooo!

Ch. 65- HAHAH THE GOD OF DEATH IN THE GROUP CHAT HAHAH I LOVE HIMM HEHHEHE (I love this chapter)

Ch. 66- AWWW Chatting with fire of Purification in puppy form!

Ch. 67- This is so cute I’m glad we get a lil’ rest just chatting with the nice puppy ❤️ I love!!!

Ch. 69- Almost the end of this arc!

Ch. 71- HOME WITH THE MONEYYYYY

Ch. 73- Ron, Beacrox! I missed uuuu!

Ch. 75- Aw the Henituse Fam! Billos!

Ch. 76- You get a mine, you get a mine. EVERYONE GETSA MINE!!

Ch. 78- YOU HAVE BEEN PROMOTED YOU ARE NOW ONE OF MY ELITE EMPLOYEES!

Ch. 79- @CP we have a mommy on our side? Mummy’s boy emperor as well???

Ch. 81- CENTRAL PLAINS?! The sworn brother goodbye was cute.

Ch. 83- We meet CP’s clone?? Cutie??

Ch. 85- The disrespect! They can’t pronounce our Cale Henituse’s name!

Ch. 86- NEW NAMES LETSGOOO

Ch. 90- YOO we got a golden plaque!

Ch. 91- Cale ignores Toonka but not Roan!

Ch. 93- We found the living jiangshi!

Ch. 94- enlightenment is crazy****

Ch. 97- Talking with the Sword Sainttt

Ch. 100- Purification! Chapter 100!

Ch. 101- One word, blood. SHITTTTT NOO

Ch. 102- AWKWARD! Yay Choi Jung SOO

Ch. 106- LET HIM EATTTT

Ch. 108- So many ally’s yay !!!!

Ch. 112- We. Are. Going. To. EATT! (a elixir)

Ch. 113- 70% shield 53% water

Ch. 116- The Alliance leader is being bitchy SHOW EM’ WHOSE BOSS! (Roan misses Alberu)

Ch. 118- Don’t hurt our Cale! Please!

Ch. 119- Aw I love when Choi Han & Beacrox talk together about family

Ch. 121- Ah the god ole trash bastard days

Ch. 123- Green Forest Bastards try and mess with us?! Angry Cale! >:(

Ch. 124- OO Cale is the BOSS MAN

Ch. 127- 68% then 72% of fire!!

Ch. 128- Pfft Caleism has a poem now lol.

Ch. 129- HUHH Big complicated lore??

Ch. 131- WOAHH The Heavenly Demon is a smart cookie fr fr wow intelligent!

Ch. 135- The Left Guard is so cute awe

Ch. 136- Oh no the Heavenly Demon ain’t doing so good :[

Ch. 137- Helping out the HD again. Spy?

Ch. 139- Aw Choi Family spars. I love it

Ch. 141- HD is being healed yay

Ch. 142- I was so concerned about Cale the whole time! Bloody Battle

Ch. 146- (I hope everyone at home is ok)

Ch. 151- TALKING WITH ALBERU YAYAYAY

Ch. 152- Pinnacle Demon is poison crazy

Ch. 153- We going to destroy things now?

Ch. 154- YAY DESTRUCTION DESTROY

Ch. 155- FINALLY FLIP THINGS OVER KYA

Ch. 157- OO WATER AP FOUND SOMETHIN

Ch. 158- OMG DRAGON LORE?? YAHOO

Ch. 159- “Raon’s lackey” I got the chills!

Ch. 160- OOOooo I’m hooked! Dragons<3

Ch. 162- Oh DAMN! We got a mf jackpot! Water is 300 percent stronger than the OG. No blood shed! Dragons are great!

Ch. 163- HAHA LOOTING ANCIENT STUFF

Ch. 165- Scale+Crown+Crown=Red Crown

Ch. 169- Shit is going down! TSUNAMI!

Ch. 171- How dare she think to threaten us, she shall die by Choi Hans sword.

Ch. 176- Old man Baek describes Cale’s world and “reads” him

Ch. 183- I love that we can run wild!! 😜

Ch. 185- THE PRIESTESS the youngest daughter of Orsena!

Ch. 186- The Dominantung Aura

Ch. 187- Our little Han got stronger (I’m so fucking proud of him 🥲)

Ch. 188- We killed her.. Last words?

Ch. 189- The Formation Collapsed!

Ch. 190- Raon’s MC moment. (Cute bond)

Ch. 191- Using water AP to Max! Or not?

Ch. 192- the Punto Banhui and Tears💧

Ch. 195- You got games on your phone?

Ch. 196- Everyone wants Cale to be a god

Ch. 199- WE LEFT!!! NOW WE ARE HOMEE

Ch. 200- Awww so cute at Alberu’s casa

Ch. 201- That actually so funny 🤣

Ch. 202- Zoom Call with Ahn Roh Man talking about gamess. Similarities?

Ch. 206- Aw it been a bit since we chilled

Ch. 209- Speech ruined! (So every time Cale has to do a speech it’s interrupted)

[goquokka00]

Stray Kids on Weed

The Changbin Strain In which the love of their life smokes the mary jane, and they give it a shot for the first time...

Bangchan | Minho | Changbin | Hyunjin Jisung | Felix | Seungmin | Jeongin

A Few Notes: This is purely just supposed to be funny and a joke. I've also never been high and while I am friends with those who have either tried weed or do weed on the regular, I only know so much. So please just bear with me and have a good laugh, okay? Okay. Love you guys ❤️❤️❤️

Alright, Seo Changbin. Don't ask me why or how, but I'm a firm believer that Changbin gets his first experience of weed from a bong. A pink bong, mind you. He saw it on your shelf at home, and was curious about how it worked and had always wanted to give being high a go.

And so, he gave the bong a go. He found it tricky to use, and got frustrated a few times, but once you had taught him the ways and gave him tips and tricks on how to actually use the bong correctly, Changbin easily got the smoke through and successfully did it.

But oh, the high Changbin had...

He's dead silent for most of the time. Like, he was staring at the wall, serious as can be. This man literally rivals the statue of liberty when he gets high. Hell, he won't even talk most of the time, he only responds if it's absolutely necessary.

Another big reason for that is because while he's stoic and quiet on the outside, this man's brain is running in a huge hamster wheel on the inside. He's thinking so much, processing so much information, it's insane.

He gets song ideas, thinks about things he hadn't thought about in forever, he's trying to figure out what the actual feeling of being high is supposed to be. You can practically see the gears turning in his head whenever you look at him, and you can hear the screams of all of the mini-hims just trying to figure out how to think straight without overthinking.

And they're failing hard.

Now, the worst thing you could do while he's high? Touching. No, nope, do NOT touch. No touchy this man, okay? It's going to distract him from the civil war happening inside of his head, and then it's all just going to go down south, and nothing's going to end up processing right, and I mean, how DARE you even think about doing that to him, you horrible human being?

He loves you though.

So...would Changbin give pot another go? No. Nope, absolutely not. Being high that one time just really hurt his head, and he doesn't have it in him to give it a second shot. But will he judge you for using it? No. You're his precious little bean, and you could never do any wrong in his eyes.

Besides, you're just adorable when you're high.

Hey! Firstly, thank you so much for reading this post, and I really hope you enjoyed! If you did, please like, reblog, or comment so I can see how I'm doing with writing and getting feedback! I hope you have a lovely day! Sleep well, stay in good health, and eat something if you haven't! ❤️❤️❤️

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[goodoldfashionedengineer]

I like analysing shit.

I like Red Hood: Lost Days

So I am going to analyse some of it.

To start with, lets look at the titles of the issues.

#1: The First Step

#2: Baptism

#3: School

#4: Higher Learning

#5: After School Activities

#6: Benediction and Commencement

What immediately strikes me is how all of these are relevant to the issue AND as a whole. They are describing a life fresh from birth to how that life progresses until graduation. Extremely important when considering that this is basically Jason's second life. He died and now he is "reborn" after being put into the Lazarus pit.

The First Step: The fact that the title name was on the page in which Jason was pushed into the Pit lets me believe that this IS the first step, as Red Hood: Lost Days explains the time between him being found by Talia to him becoming Red Hood. This is the first step in him becoming the Red Hood.

Baptism: Not exactly clear as to what "Baptism" is referring to here. I have multiple ideas. First, there is the possibility that it is a continuation of the last issue, as that issue ended with Jason being pushed into the pit and in religious baptisms, water is usually connected to it as the person being baptized is getting water poured onto their head. But it could also mean a non-religious baptism as in he is starting a new role. He finally gets to train with a clear mind and can properly start his journey.

Issue #3-#5 are relatively similar, all him explaining his training and stopping the evil schemes his teachers are involved with.

Benediction and Commencement: Commencement, he has completed his training or "graduated" if you take the school aspect into account from issue 3 to 5. Benediction, he gets his blessings from Talia to finally confront Bruce after stalling him so long. Commencement, "the beginning of something new". The issue ends with him picking up the Red Hood helmet, before that, he met up with Hush. The beginning of the Red Hood.

Next I want to focus a bit on religious imagery. I am not a big fan of it in general, but considering that words like "Baptism" and "Benediction" are in the titles, it is note-worthy. If it is something you're uncomfortable with, feel free to skip this section

I have seen people make the point that this cover:

Has similarities to pictures of Mary holding a dead Jesus.

And now that I think about it more, I can see why and they are pretty good stand-ins.

Jason came back from the dead, like Jesus.

Talia found Jason after he came back. She considers it a miracle. Like fate WANTS Jason to live. He wandered into her life. She isn't so much as interfering with fate, as stepping out of its way.

And then you have this page:

Jason as he has his arms spread wide, legs forming almost a straight line. Similar to Jesus on the cross.

The Lazarus pit isn't green. It's orange and yellow. It shines so bright. Ra's says it burns in his heart. He tells Talia it could turn Jason mad in a few months, years or decades. That she has unleashed a curse. A pestilence. Pestilence being one of the for Horsemen of the Apocalypse. And so, the Lazarus Pit becomes a symbol for Hell.

The fact that Jason and Talia are more distorted versions of the religious figures they could represent becomes more prominent as the story goes on. In the bible, Jesus goes back to Heaven to rejoin with his Father. In this story, Talia is told and knows that she should return Jason to Bruce. But she doesn't. Because Jason will see it as betrayal and he wouldn't forgive her for that.

My last and favourite point is how RH: LD is the perfect set up to Under the Red Hood.

Jason explains how it isn't about the Joker. Or Bruce. Or him. It's about the three of them.

Bruce was supposed to protect him.

Joker killed him.

Bruce didn't avenge him.

He tried to kill both of them only to NOT do it and walk away.

Jason died away from Gotham in Ethiopia, but not before being beaten with a crowbar, the building he was in having exploded and then asphyxiating due to the smoke.

Jason almost killed the Joker by setting him on fire. (Explosion)

He initially wanted to do it in another location. (Ethiopia)

He wanted to do it slowly. (Crowbar)

Jason says when the pain would hit the Joker, he would scream. Until it hit his throat. His lungs. (Asphyxiating)

He is reliving his own death. He wants his murderer to go through the agony he did. An eye for an eye one could say.

"Reliving his own death" is an objective statement here, as Jason sees the Joker swinging a crowbar that is dripping with his own blood while at the same time also standing right above the Joker, who is drenched in gasoline.

Now I want you to compare these two scenes. This is when he was about to kill the Joker:

The panels switch between Jason and the firelighter, present Joker and past Joker. The firelighter, the device that would end the Joker's life, comes more and more into the focus. Until he disengages it on the last panel.

Now to the second scene, when Jason planted a bomb under the Batmobile and was about to detonate it.

The panels switch between Batman and Jason. Jason is hovering over the detonater. Until he pulls away.

When Jason explained to Talia why he walked away from the Joker, he said that it wasn't enough. It was only ever about the three of them, not just Joker. His plan doesn't include murdering Batman anymore.

But the reason Jason gave Talia why he didn't kill Bruce? "I couldn't let him get off so easy. He'd never know what happened. He'd never know knwo why. He'd never know it was me." One could wonder if we are supposed to see this as a parallel as well. If we should apply this reasoning of why he didn't kill Bruce to why he didn't kill Joker.

The Joker would never know why Jason killed him. He doesn't even know that it IS Jason who is about to murder him.

And while is plan doesn't include killing Bruce anymore. Nobody said anything about the Joker.

As I said, perfect setup to Under the Red Hood.

[14dyh]

14dyh's Hange masterlist :D

headcanons:

Science and Insanity: Mad Scientist Hange as your lover...

Nerdy Love: Hange with a nerdy lover headcanons! (Science Edition)

list of my saved youtube videos that Hange would watch

one-shots:

Re-Animator: Y/N fell in love with a mad scientist who aims to reanimate the dead and repurpose their bodies.

Manic: Two scientists found company with each other through their same twisted minds.

Forgotten: Being the Commander's wife comes with a price.

Confession: You and your best friend, Hange, went to the cinema together to watch a Spider-Man movie. Is there a love confession waiting after? [request]

Sickness: Hange takes care of Y/N during a terrible cold.

Meet Me at St. Mary's: Y/N shared a special moment with Hange at the bridge over St. Mary's. [request]

A Shared Yearning: Hange found Y/N after being lost during the expedition, leading them to share their feelings. [request]

This February: Y/N was finding a way to reconcile with her best friend Hange after they began to become distant. [request]

Promise: Hange made a promise to Y/N before going into an expedition. [request]

Look My Way: The 14th of February is a day of love for many, but maybe not for you.

Tainted: You will do anything for Hange, however foolish and twisted may it be. [request]

Beyond Death: Hange would do anything to restore your life after being killed by a titan.

Get Over Her: You helped Hange get over their rejection. [request]

Nebula: Hange recognizes their inner conflict about falling in love with you. (Part 2 of Get Over Her) [request]

Our Side: You're willing to endure anything for Hange, even death. [request]

Replacement: Hange seems to love it when you style your hair a certain way. [request]

short imagines:

capture

in a week

[personwholikespmtok]

intro post i guess

ok so im Ezra! (fun fact: the Ezra means help, helpful, and helper, which is cool!) hi. if you're seeing this, cool.

i am trans!!! :) so i am a male, and go by he/they pronouns yayay

Omg i have my own tags now

#i ramble

Or

#rambles

Is rambling

#i vent

Is vents

#i answer random asks

Is me answering an ask.

#art stuff i guess

is art

Ok think thats all my tags for now lol.

My sibling has a Tumblr now?!?! Whaaaaat?! Anyways go follow them

@imsooooooootired

guys donate and share to this person if you can:

i am a panromantic cupiosexual (found out what it means and it suits me alot better than other labels lol)

i like i like dsaf, fnaf, dead plate, elevator hitch, cold front, bonnie's bakery, ddlc, a date with death, sweet no death, cemetery mary, don't toy with me, berrywitched!, elevator hitch, its not me its my basement, butterfly soup, Yuki's Palpitating, Passionate, Phenomenal, and quite frankly Proficient quest for a (hot) girlfriend!!!/ 4p, do NOT take this cat home, semiaquatic circus, ghost and pals, im in love with the villainess, qualia automata, to hell and back, vocaloid, little misfortune, fundamental paper education, helluva boss, hazbin hotel and WAY more lmao. (so much fandoms i know)

(userbox above [the tired one] made by @adhdoofenshmirtz btw, all of these userboxes aren't mine!)

i have anxiety (social anxiety too) and autism. i sometimes don't get jokes oop.

dni (do not interact) if you are:

one of the basic dni stuff

anti furries/therians

a gacha hater (cuz gacha isn't that bad, there's just the few people who ruin it)

anti shifters

ok byyyyyeeee

have a good day/night/afternoon/morning/whatever-time-it-is-there-where-you-live

:D

[itspkuwu]

EEnE headcanons

Double D is only nice to Kevin sometimes because he doesn’t want him to beat up Eddy. Besides for that one time when Double D thought Eddy deserved it for making him think he had an illness. And because he knows that even Double D can get aggravated with Eddy, Kevin tries to encourage him to pick on the con man with friendly interactions. So it’s kinda sorta like gaslighting. But Double D still doesn’t trust him because he knows this. He cares about Eddy too much. Not to mention that pretty much everyone in the cul de sac is nice to Double D because Double D is nice to them. What goes around comes around. Sarah is a huge example of this, she literally has a crush on him.

Plus I feel like Double D did somewhat feel bad for Eddy getting a beating afterwards.

Stuffed Pig’s Head is only a meal Rolf’s people eats when a swine has been put down from old age. They say the inner strength and soul of the dead pig will give those who consume it power to continue on. So it’s considered a tribute to the cycle of life. (And it would explain why Rolf hasn’t eaten Wilfred lol)

Marie does May’s nails.

There’s a big red and purple scar under Double D’s hat. When he was extremely little, probably just a few weeks before reaching 2, his curiosity found him in the middle of a dodgeball game with much older kids who teased him for being bad at the game. Later on, Double D built a machine that would launch dodgeballs like rapid fire. He met those same kids and again and used his invention in the next game. Something went wrong, and he, along with the other kids there were sent to the hospital, leaving him with the scar. His parents were utterly ashamed of his actions. The young genius they were raising had turned out to be a monster. Thus, they thought it was better to move to Peach Creek to try and leave this tragic event in their lives behind. Poor Double D is constantly reminded of the guilt whenever his hat is removed. And his parents, now distant and somewhat afraid of their son, community with him through sticky notes.

And yes, his mother stopped rubbing his feet with oil after the incident.

Ed is neurodivergent autistic.

So is Jonny

Rolf’s mother use to comfort him a lot when he was little, hence why he tends to shout “MAMA!” whenever he’s afraid or in pain.

Jimmy is a demi boy

Kevin and Nazz were considered a thing, but “broke up” cause it just wasn’t working out. Later, Nazz realized she was more in to girls and Kevin thought he’d just be better off single. Plus he was in love with his bike anyway

Blue is a natural hair color

Kevin was Rolf’s first friend he made in the cul-de-sac and was the one who taught The Son of a Shepard (TM) how to play sports.

Nazz is a hippie

Sarah was taught to hate Ed by their parents

Wilfred, Victor, etc are Rolf’s emotional support animals for his ptsd towards the wolf incident he experienced as a kid.

In the actual incident, the “wolf man” tore the baby sheep’s head off with his teeth. Leaving poor Rolf traumatized.

And that’s also why Rolf keeps all the sheep in his “lair”, he wants to protect them.

There’s a program in Peach Creek where the elementary schoolers are allowed to visit the jr high, hence why Jimmy and Sarah are there sometimes despite their young ages.

Speaking of ages

Ed, Edd, n Eddy: 12-13 

Sarah: 7-8 

Jimmy: 6-7 

Jonny 2x4: 11-12 

Nazz: 13-14

Kevin: 13-14 

Rolf: 14-15

May: 11-12

Marie: 12-13

Lee: 13-14

Eddy’s Brother: 23

Plank: Immortal God

Yes, Plank is alive. Magic powers.

that’s all I have for now. Thanks for reading :)

go hug a chicken

[coochiequeens]

Another reason not to have sons.

Left Side: Andre Eugene [L] and his mother Donna Hyman [R]. Right Side: A photo of Gigi the poodle on Hyman's Facebook.

By Reduxx Team January 27, 2024

A trans-identified male is in custody following the horrific stabbing death of both his mother and her beloved dog. Andre Eugene, who reportedly identifies as a “woman,” is facing charges of murder in the second degree and aggravated cruelty to animals.

Eugene’s mother, Donna Marie Hyman, was found dead in her Brooklyn apartment on January 19 after police were called by Hyman’s sister. The woman says she had received a call from Hyman, but when she answered could only hear blood-curdling screams.

Content warning: descriptions of how he killed his mother and her mini poodle

Hyman was found “lying lifeless on the floor” and had been stabbed over 50 times in the head and chest. The corpse of Hyman’s mini poodle, Gigi, was found outside of the building, having apparently been stabbed and thrown from the 11th floor.

According to court records, police officers found Eugene “naked and covered in blood” in the building’s lobby. Despite the obvious indications of foul play, Eugene reportedly attempted to claim that Hyman had died by suicide and that Gigi had fallen from the balcony by accident.

Eugene was later treated for stab wounds that were suspected to be self-inflicted, as well as a dog bite.

Eugene worked as a paraprofessional with kindergarten-aged students at the Henry D. Woodworth School in Brooklyn. At the time of this writing, his name still appears on the staff roster for the school.

From the staff list at Henry D. Woodworth.

Following Eugene’s arrest, there were some discrepancies in the way in which the crime was reported. While most media outlets correctly referred to Eugene as Hyman’s son, information was later released by police which indicated that Eugene identified as a transgender “woman.”

While it is unclear when Eugene began to transition, multiple early photos of him and his mother posted to her Facebook show him with a masculine appearance. Comments under photos featuring Eugene all suggest he was well-liked by friends and family.

Eugene with family members. Source: Donna Hyman / FACEBOOK.

Though Eugene’s gender identity is not mentioned anywhere on Hyman’s Facebook where she often shared photos of her family and friends, two photos of Gigi, her poodle, were posted that suggest Hyman was in favor of LGBT causes. In one, Gigi is seen with a Gay Pride Month banner. In another, the dog is centered in an Human Rights Campaign photo frame that says “Fighting For Transgender Justice.”

Eugene is currently being held at the Eric M. Tyler Center on Rikers Island, a facility that houses male adults and adolescents. His intake information lists his sex as “male.”

There have been multiple incidents involving trans-identified males murdering their parent or parents in recent years.

In December of 2022, Nikki Secondino, a trans-identified male Instagram influencer, fatally stabbed his father and severely injured his sister while on a violent rampage over a laptop. Secondino gave a chilling confession to police after being arrested, revealing that he had first bludgeoned his father’s head with a hammer and then stabbed him with a knife. He then stabbed his sister when she attempted to intervene.

Months later, a trans-identified male in Virginia Beach was arrested and charged with the murder of his father. As previously reported by Reduxx, Michael Aaron Horwitz, 34, stabbed Dr. Abbey Horwitz to death at his home for reasons which are still unclear. Horwitz is being held at the Virginia Beach Jail awaiting trial.

here's an article written just over a year ago

"The Femicide Census, co-founded by Clarrie O’Callaghan and Karen Ingala Smith, records the death of every woman killed by a man in England and Wales. The number of women killed by sons has shown a steady and alarming rise since 2016, after decades of remaining stable. The number of grandmothers killed by grandsons has also risen. While younger women are more at risk of being killed by a partner or ex-partner, it is women in their 60s and older who are risk from their older sons and grandsons."

[aspen-if]

Aspen

Demo: TBA

Warnings: Violence, depictions of injuries and illness, optional sexual content. Bodily mutation, horror elements.

Removing original text. I am actually taking it seriously now.

You are a demon. Or at least that is what everyone calls you. Truthfully, you don't even know what you are. When you first awoke, your entire body was covered in ash and soot. Burnt bodies were scattered around you. Like memories, frozen in time. Everyone blamed you for the destruction of the town.

More towns burned down. The people, not knowing any better, blamed it on a single person. Yet, you did not burn down those towns. Confusion littered your brain as everyone turned against you. Hunters were sent out. All with a single goal. Capture the monster that did this. Dead or alive.

You were living in the woods, close to a nearby town. A group of hunters had recently moved into the local inn. They had found you, yet they did not realize it. Having been left no choice, you joined them on their search for the demon.

Plot

The people of The Juris Kingdom have all grown used to the idea of monsters. Sure, not many have seen one, but the rumors are enough. With a new plague spreading through the land, towns being burned by a mysterious entity, the people have grown to resent the King. For all they have gone through, the King has done nothing. Always sitting on his throne, getting fat off bread and mead.

Townspeople have started rioting, but with the increase of monsters, most are too afraid to step outside their house. It is not uncommon to find a decayed body in an abandoned house, the, long dead, person being too afraid to buy supplies. Eventually starving.

With the increase in monsters, there was an increase in humans learning to bend elements to their will, crafting armor and swords that would glow in the night. Humans started evolving with the new threat.

With our MC having sleepovers with their new best friends, a new demon has risen, seeming intent on finishing the task our dear MC refused to complete.

Features

Create your own, unique character, with a variety of customization options available. Want to look like a one legged pirate? Done! Want a fancy pirate hat? Done! Choose your gender (cis, trans, nonbinary or just be an entity!), appearance and set an individual personality for strangers and friends!

Start a romance with a cast of four characters; The group leader, the arrogant hot-head, the healer or the hunter. Or, if you're feeling particularly indecisive, romance all of 'em! With all of that said, there does seem to be a very persistent stranger who keeps showing up. How strange.

Will you hide your identity from the group? Of course! Otherwise you'd be dead, and this beautiful story wouldn't be written!

Tell spooky fairytales around a campfire at night. I mean, they are just fairytales after all.

Will you end up helping your new found group, or join the stranger who seems to know a suspicious amount about you?

Crack taken seriously.

Characters

Note: The characters do have full personalities and backstories, I have just yet to write it down!

Yuri | Gender Selectable | The Leader

Keywords: Aloof, serious, but seemingly obsessive? You will understand soon, very soon.

"Detailed" Information

Rain | Non-binary | The Hot-head

Keywords: Arrogant, cocky, hates you.

"Even more detailed" Information

Mari | Female | The Healer

Keywords: Kind, respectful, hurt her friends and she will murder you :D

The links are the same, just click on the ones above.

Kasai | Male | The Hunter

Keywords: Aloof, slightly concerned about your mental state

... fine, here is a fully extensive profile look at him.

??? | Gender Selectable | The Stranger

Oh wow, so mysterious. Giving them a profile would obviously spoil it, right?

[takeyourdailydoseofcyanide]

Secret

(I was bored, so I wrote this.)

Summary: This is set when Stein was 14 and Spirit was 16/a short while after they had first partnered up. Stein was supposed to come hang out with the rest of the group, but when he fails to show up, Spirit gets worried. When he returns to their shared dorm, he ends up being a bit horrified.

He had been hanging out with the usual group: Marie, Azusa, Kami, Sid, Joe, and Naigus.

But he was also supposed to be hanging out with Stein. For some unknown reason, he did not show up.

Spirit observed the beauty of the sunset, and the humor in the sun, of which was struggling to remain awake. But the beauty of his walk and the world around him could not distract him from the odd and curious feeling twisting in his stomach. What was his meister up to anyway? Why did he ditch the group?

They had all questioned this, as they had all been expecting his intimidating presence. They simply laughed it off, cracking jokes about what he could possibly be up to. But not even that could get rid of the odd feeling he had.

He was admittedly a little worried.

He could be a bit self-isolating, sure. But even he didn’t typically ditch the group. It was something for him to do. It gave him a group to observe. He was fine with it. Even he had fun.

Spirit began to fidget with his shirt and with his own fingers.

His thoughts circled and persisted like a little hamster on a wheel.

—————————

Spirit had finally made it to the door to his dorm. He placed his fidgety hand upon the doorknob, turning it suspiciously slow. Once the door had opened and he had stepped in, he made the observation that there was absolutely no sign of Stein whatsoever. He walked over to the door to Stein’s room. That’s when he heard something.

He heard the cracking of Stein’s chair, paired with a creepy, gooey sound. That is when he turned the knob, and opened the door.

Spirit’s eyes widened like shining, horrified saucers.

Stein had their neighbor’s cat laid out on a towel on his desk. He was slowly pulling out its intestines, similarly to how a magician would pull lines upon lines of colorful ribbons out of a hat.

There was a small smirk on Stein’s face, of which had almost immediately faded upon Spirit’s entrance.

He had medical trays laying out, some holding organs he had taken out, and one holding medical supplies.

Stein adorned bloody sanitary gloves and a surgical mask.

“What the hell are you doing?!” Spirit exclaimed in shock.

“You know I love biology,” Stein answered, chillingly calm, pulling down his mask in orderly to properly respond.

He wasn’t wrong. Spirit knew he enjoyed the sciences, and Spirit knew he enjoyed dissecting living organisms. But that didn’t mean it didn’t creep him out! And did it have to be the neighbor’s cat?!

“Did it have to be the neighbor’s fucking cat?!”

“Well… I wouldn’t have. But I haven’t been able to get my hands on any other animal.”

“So? What the hell happens when someone finds out?!”

“No one will if you keep your voice down, Spirit.”

“God. Are you fucking crazy?!”

Stein simply gave his usual thousand yard stare in response. Spirit wondered whether or not he was currently dissecting his soul.

“And you should really stop picking up random dead animals. You could end up diseased!”

“Firstly, I am aware that I could contract various different diseases. That’s why I am wearing gloves and a mask. Secondly, it’s not like I found Sally on the road or the ground, bloodied and dead. I killed her myself.”

Spirit eyes widened impossibly more.

“D…dude..” Spirit stuttered out, gulping lightly.

“You can’t…just…”

Spirit heavily sighed, putting his head in his hands for a brief moment.

“Just.. no. You can’t do that-“

“Why can’t I?” Stein interrupted.

“What happens if someone finds out?” Spirit chokes out worriedly.

Truly, at this point, sure, he was still creeped out, but he was sort of worried about Stein’s mental state. He didn’t know what to do. Part of him was sort of angry at Stein. He ditched them all for this? But another part of him wanted to help Stein, to comfort him in some way, even though he knew Stein was having the time of his life. Seriously, what the fuck is wrong with this guy? Why’d he have to be partnered up with him?

“Why didn’t you lock your door? Don’t you usually?” Spirit asked.

“I wanted to see your facial expression,” Stein replied, that malicious, sadistic smirk - of which was his trademark - returning.

“What’s wrong with you?”

“That’s the question of the year, isn’t it?”

Stein rested his head on his hand, his elbow resting on the small open space on his desk, the smirk still present.

“You’re such a jerk,” Spirit stated, slightly repulsed. He had such mixed feelings on his meister at the moment, it physically hurt.

Stein chuckled with amusement at Spirit’s statement.

“You’ve tried to hard to include me and welcome me. Are you going to give up on me now? Deem me ‘too far gone’?”

Despite the teasing smirk, that almost made Spirit feel sad and pity Stein. Clearly many had simply left him because they couldn’t fix him. And always being something to fix had to have taken a toll on him, even if only a little bit.

The fact that Stein just automatically assumed that hurt his heart a little.

It was that that made him want to comfort him.

And it was everything else that made him want to strangle him.

Stein was a chore sometimes. And it could be a chore to try and help him, and to attempt to understand him in any way possible. If it was even possible.

And clearly he knew it.

“No. I’m not giving up on you or anything. Just… stop. Get help or something… shit.. I don’t know..”

The way in which Spirit said that wiped the smirk off of Stein’s face. It wasn’t with the tone he usually heard, the tone of repulsion, indignante, contempt..

It sounded like genuine concern.

This left Stein entirely confused. It wasn’t even concern for the cat or what Stein is up to or anything, just concern for Stein. How odd!

Spirit noticed this shift in attitude. He no longer looked at him directly in the eyes, instead opting for looking up and down, and all around, clearly contemplating something. And when he did look him in the eyes, he looked as though he was a deer in the headlights.

Spirit hesitantly walked over and patted Stein on the shoulder. Stein looked up at him like a confused, scolded child, his eyebrows lightly furrowing.

He even tested his boundaries like a child.

Spirit walked towards the doorway with the look of a concerned parent. He held the knob, preparing to take his leave. Before he did, however, he turned back to say, “Finish up and clean up, Stein. I’ll keep your secret. Don’t kill someone’s pet again. If you do, next time, I will report you. I don’t want to have to do that.”

And he shut the door.

He shut it quietly.

He did not slam it.

He did not kick Stein out.

Nothing.

Stein felt like a young, small child.

Dissection would fix that.

Though he was plagued with thoughts the entire time. Stein was wondering why he couldn’t feel any guilt over this. He felt nothing except curiosity.

Well. Curiosity and like he was just put in time out.

It almost reminded him of something, something he couldn’t quite put his finger on. Being scolded.

Sometimes Marie’s affection made him feel awfully childish as well.

She seemed to feel so terrible for him.

Stein typically disliked pity, loathed it even. It repulsed him. But for some reason, when Spirit and Marie would give him their little looks, as opposed to repulsion, he just felt like a scolded child. A scolded, insolent child who had no understanding of humanity whatsoever.

It made him want to sit in a corner and never be seen. He did not want to speak to anyone. For what would be the point when there would always exist a barrier between himself and others? When they’d never be able to truly understand him? He only wanted to contemplate the reason as to why. Or reasons, rather.

He continued with his dissection, simultaneously lost in thought.

He’s become terribly addicted to this.

He cannot help it.

He himself may as well be a vice now.

And at the young age of 14.

[gummyobunni]

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OH GOD THERES MORE. Im just gonna keep making these. Cuz im brain dead. And it help. JCJFJSKSKD

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