#me. i’ll do it. let me fix it

[jasonsthighholsters]

praying for the day DC realizes the way to navigate the clusterfuck they’ve caused with jason todd’s moral code is to have him start facing (and killing) magical threats. red hood is not red hood if he doesn’t kill. jason todd can’t keep coming back to gotham and hanging out with the batfamily (and making DC money by attracting the new burst of fans from WFA and Arkham Knight) if he does kill. the obvious solution is to throw him (permanently) into the magical world, where the ethics of killing otherworldly threats is, at least to the narrative, less cut-and-dry, and more removed from batman’s sphere of control.

and then they can bring back the goddamn all-blades!! and i would do unholy things for a Red Hood and Constantine comic, and i know many of my mutuals agree. hell, DC can even bring back his friendship with eddie bloomberg (because the other obvious way to fix The Jason Todd Problem is to expand his lore from when he was Robin, to expand his characterization and further entrench him in the wider superhero world) and they can team up against some evil monster demon or something. if DC was really brave they’d explore the concept of immortality with him..

of course, all of these things require a good jason writer… of which remains to be seen

[minty364]

DPXDC Prompt#128 Part 4

Danny could tell Jason was getting upset over the things he was telling him. He wanted to open up and tell him more about the past but it was painful. Eventually Danny might tell him the full story about how he died but for now focusing on what they needed to do from now would take priority. 

Jason took a moment to calm himself down before speaking and Danny was a little afraid of breaking the silence, “alright, here’s what we’re going to do.” Danny stayed silent waiting for Jason to continue, “I don’t like that belt, we’re getting rid of it, and then, I’m taking you somewhere safe.” 

Danny felt a little confused; it felt like Jason really cared about him even if they just met. The belt only shocked ghosts so he figured his soulmate would have little problems taking the belt off of him so he nodded his head. He was tired and even if he didn’t 100% trust Jason yet, if they were truly soulmates, Jason wouldn’t let anything bad happen to him. 

Jason reached out and gently touched the belt. It gave him a little shock and he tossed it away as soon as it was off Danny, who felt his strength finally returning. He took a few deep calming breaths, it's been quite a while since he was able to just exist without something terrible happening. He had forgotten what it felt like to have full access to his powers and ectoplasm again that the feeling felt amazing no matter what pain he was in. He could finally tap into his powers such as accelerated healing, which was already working on the damage on his chest. He was trapped within that facility for only a few months but the damage was already done. Being forced under the knife for days at a time where they treated him more like a dead body than a person had really done a number on his psyche. 

“Damn, I hated that fucking belt… Thank you” Danny finally said, Jason was silent the whole time just watching his hand where the belt had slightly shocked him. 

Jason took a few moments to process everything that happened and then sighed, “Why’d it shock me? You said it was set to shock you right?”

Danny glanced away and took a moment to think of what exactly to say next, “I’m not 100% sure actually. The belt shouldn’t shock a normal person.”

“The fuck are you then?” Jason’s sudden harsh words shocked Danny and he knew he let something slip, “... I accidentally touched it when I was you. That wasn’t a light shock like I just got.” Jason was still looking at his hands but when he looked up to see how terrified Danny was his face softened a little.

Jason took a shaky breath before speaking again, “You’ve been through enough, I… know I can be… intense, I’m just trying to figure out what the fuck is going on.” When Danny stayed silent he continued, “You mentioned ghosts earlier.” Jason paused again waiting for Danny to respond. 

Danny wanted too but he felt himself a little too scared to respond. Jason’s raised tone reminded him too much of how the GIW agents would berate him over everything. 

Jason sighed deeply and leaned back on the sofa, “alright, I won’t pry, but I think I know why it shocked me… I’m just trying to figure out why it shocks you so badly.” 

Danny could tell Jason was just worried about him so even though he didn’t want too he spoke up a little, “I know the reason it shocks me…” Danny said slowly and softly, “and I want to tell you, but I’m honestly a little scared. I haven’t had to tell someone this before and it honestly isn’t a pretty story.” Danny’s words were genuine, he really didn’t know how to even begin to explain to someone. It felt like something he shouldn’t say, not that he didn’t want too but if felt wrong down to his core. 

Jason nodded his head, “I get it, I’ll be honest, my backstory ain’t too pretty itself.” 

Honestly Danny didn’t know how he felt about that, knowing he wasn’t alone in hardships was both alarming and comforting. 

Jason nodded again, “Alright, I get it’s a touchy subject, you can talk about it when you’re ready.” 

———

Jason was a little peeved but he got it, he doubted if he could keep his cool when talking about his own death and revival. He was wondering if maybe being thrown into the pits might have something to do with how he got shocked by that damn belt. Danny didn’t seem to want to talk about that and Jason wanted to know but he also didn’t want to pressure him into talking about something he didn’t want to. He was a little pissed at himself for how he scared his soulmate.

Jason was also pissed this was how they met, he wanted to be the one to pull that trigger and even though he thought it was kind of hot that his soulmate finished the job, he was also jealous he didn’t get to pull the trigger himself. Danny said he had a fear of clowns and he was determined to keep him safe.

Jason was a little bit of a romantic and he wished he had a proper meeting like most soulmates got but instead he got whatever the fuck bullshit life Danny had. 

Jason took a deep breath after realizing his thoughts were spiraling out of control. He still had to figure out what exactly was after his soulmate, romance could come after he knew how to keep him safe.

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[vigilskeep]

if you took a bad enough hit while dao rock armour was active, could you have scars from blunt force trauma that spiderweb like cracks in stone

[wishingly-mesh]

how we feeling today reiko Rain community

me personally I think about these dialogues every day.

[fanofcarson]

Fucked up how an adult can make a simple benign poor choice of words one time and give a child a complex forever

[applestorms]

much love to the (multiple) mutuals i’ve seen agony posting on this fine new year’s day my heart is with you all in spirit 🎉🎉 the pain is incredible but this too will change

[kweenkatsuki-main]

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[iinryer]

i need to be sedated i think

[grilledcheeseandgravityfalls]

yes, what noah schnapp is doing is fucked up, and yes, zionism is awful, but i think that perhaps sending a 19 year old death threats on twitter is not, in fact, a great way to convince him to change and grow as a person. additionally i think we should all remember that growing up as a jewish child in the hollywood zionist hell machine might, just possibly, have caused him to fall victim to pro-zionist propaganda, and screaming for his blood will not change this, nor will it actually help palestine. by all means, boycott stranger things 5, and demand accountability for noah’s actions, but also maybe call your reps and log off twitter for five minutes. fucking hell, yall

[castielsupernatural]

does my title look this fucking ugly for everyone in mobile or is it just me

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

ari what do you think of jin itadori (also i would like to bubble🫧 anon if that's available please)(you could just call me bubbles)

MOTHER .

(hi my lovely little anon, the bubbles emoji is taken by an ask i haven’t answered quite yet, but feel free to pick another one!! 🥹 so nice to meet you <33)

it’s funny you say this actually because i’ve been thinking of him recently... especially after the whole lore reveal. the fact that jin was literally devoured in the womb so his sibling could survive + willingly let himself be manipulated by kenjaku despite knowing it wasn’t kaori….. well. it’s tasty, right? and it makes me a little insane because if sukuna embodies strenght, isn’t it only natural that jin would embody weakness? the weakness of love? inherent submission to those more powerful than him?

anyway what i’m trying to say is kenny topped. thank you for listening 🫶

[i-am-a-fan]

when i submit maintenance to you, i promise im not doing it because i think you’re soooo pretty when you look at my pipe system.

[karlyboyyy]

Movie night! - A Buddy Daddies Fanfic

(Sorry, I’m not familiar with the proper tagging system for fics, but this contains a heavy make out sesh, so take what you will from that 🤷🏻)

The living room is awash in the soft glow of the tv screen as the credits of the movie they had just watched begin to roll. Miri is asleep in her beanbag chair, limbs sprawled in what looks like an extremely uncomfortable position (does she care? Absolutely not). Kazuki leans back in his seat and rests his left arm on the back of the couch. He peeks over at Rei, who is sitting to his left with a small gap between them. Rei is sitting cross-legged and tightly hugging a large plushie (it’s supposed to be a black cat, but it looks more like a giant egg with cat ears). His chin is resting on the top of the toy, between its pointy ears. “We bought that for Miri, but he loves that thing,” Kazuki thought to himself.

It’s dark in the room, so Kazuki couldn’t quite make out the expression on Rei’s face at first. But after a few minutes of staring, he noticed there was a glint of light reflecting under Rei’s eye. A teasing grin spread across Kazuki’s face as he whispers, “Reiii~ are you crying? It was just a kid’s movie, ya know.”

“…I’m not crying,” Rei whispers back.

“Oh come on~ it’s okay! Let your emotions out!” Kazuki leans in closer to Rei.

“Shut up, I said I’m not crying.” Rei turns his head away and makes a not-so-subtle sniffle noise.

“Heyyy don’t be shy! Come here, I’ll comfort you!” Kazuki scoots closer and pinches the sides of Rei’s abdomen.

“H-hey! What are you doing?! Quit that!” Rei whips around and uses the stuffed animal to push Kazuki away. His whisper wasn’t really a whisper anymore.

“You better be quiet or you’ll wake Miri!” Kazuki continues to pinch and tickle random spots on Rei’s stomach and sides as Rei squirms in place.

“It’s your fault if she wakes up!” Rei continues to struggle, pushing the plush toy into Kazuki’s face. It doesn’t work. Kazuki is relentless.

“Kazukiii, plea- hnngGH ah!”

Kazuki immediately stops in his tracks. Rei’s squirming also stops.

“What… was that?!” Kazuki thought to himself.

Rei’s expression turns icy as he tilts his head upward to face Kazuki. His eyes were shooting daggers, but his cheeks were flushed beet red. “…You heard nothing.”

Kazuki about lost his mind right then and there. He had definitely heard something escape from Rei’s lips moments ago. And the look on Rei’s face in this moment lit a fire inside Kazuki.

Kazuki grabs the stuffed toy from Rei’s hands and tosses it behind him. In the same motion, he leans in toward Rei even more, pushing him backward onto the couch cushion.

Kazuki hovers on top of Rei, his right knee nestled in between Rei’s legs, pressed against his groin. Kazuki’s hands are pressed into the couch cushion on each side of Rei’s head as he holds himself in position.

Rei shifts his bewildered gaze up toward Kazuki. He notices the raw desperation in the eyes that stare back at him. Rei suddenly realizes that he’s waiting for Kazuki to make his next move, but it doesn’t come.

“Ah… he’s waiting for me to say this is ok…” Rei contemplated for just a brief moment before finally reaching his hand up to Kazuki’s face. He let his fingers gently graze against Kazuki’s cheek, feeling the slight stubble of facial hair that would be shaved off in the morning. Kazuki’s gaze softens, and he tilts his head into Rei’s touch.

Rei slides his hand behind Kazuki’s ear and firmly grasps the back of his neck, pulling him closer as he lifts himself up to meet Kazuki’s face half way. Rei presses his lips gently against Kazuki’s.

“I guess it makes sense that he’s my first kiss. I hope it feels ok for him…”

In that moment, Kazuki presses his body even closer to Rei and returns the kiss with a sort of gentle forcefulness. He continues to hold himself up with his left arm, but uses his right hand to reach down toward Rei’s hip. He grips tightly, and Rei lets out a soft whimper.

Rei weaves his fingers into Kazuki’s hair and tugs. He feels Kazuki’s tongue slip into his mouth, and can’t help but notice the slight taste of popcorn and cola from earlier. Even still, his face and ears are on fire from the rush of blood, and he wants more. He reaches his other hand up to Kazuki’s back and pulls him as close as they can comfortably get.

Rei only just now notices the placement of Kazuki’s knee, because he realizes that his lower half has started to rhythmically grind against it. Kazuki notices this too, and begins to move his body in a similar motion.

Kazuki lifts his head slightly and gazes upon the sight underneath him. Rei is bleary-eyed and is quietly panting, attempting to catch his breath in this brief moment. Kazuki leans forward yet again, only this time he plants light kisses on Rei’s jawline. As Kazuki works his way down toward Rei’s neck, a thought crosses his mind, “I wanna devour him.”

“Kazuki papa… what’re you doing to Rei papa?”

Both Kazuki and Rei jolt, whipping their heads to cast a glance at the small child who had been sleeping in her beanbag chair a mere six feet away.

“Kazuki papa… don’t fight with Rei papa. He di’n’t mean to burn down the kitchen…” *snoooore*

“…”

“She’s… talking in her sleep?!”

“Hey, what the hell is she dreaming about??”

Kazuki turns his head to face Rei once again. The two of them are still in a very… compromising position. To Kazuki’s surprise, Rei lets out a deep, hushed chuckle. Kazuki then bursts into laughter as well, but quickly buries his face in the crook of Rei’s neck to muffle the sound.

“Huu… That was a close one”

Kazuki’s head pops back up. “I know, right?! We’re such terrible papas! What were we thinking??”

Rei suddenly felt a twinge in his chest. “…Yeah. You’re right, it was a mistake.”

“What? No, I just meant that we need to be more careful next time and make sure Miri isn’t in the same room.”

“…Next time?” Rei’s face and ears are now a bright shade of pink.

Kazuki chuckles, and uses his free hand to cup Rei’s cheek. “There will be a next time, yeah?”

Rei nods.

“Heheh thought so!” Kazuki plants several tiny kisses all over Rei’s face, which causes Rei to squirm around. Eventually Kazuki stops and pulls Rei to an upright position with him. “Alright, let’s get the kid to bed.”

“Okay”

“Where’re you sleeping? Bathtub or my bed?”

“….Bathtub.”

“What?! What’s wrong with sleeping next to me??”

“Kidding,” Rei says, with an awkward smile.

“Oh you’re a jerk, you know that? Well now I don’t wanna share my bed with you!”

“Wait, why?”

And the bickering continues…

[pilonciillo]

on another note

[the-casbah-way]

my colleague will walk in after his lunch break with his sunglasses on cradling fifty cups of organic homemade soup and smiling like he’s just won the lottery purely because it’s friday or it happens to be sunny outside and he’ll be like “HOW’S IT GOING MATE 😁✌️” and i’ll be hunched over my stupid stinky little desk clutching at the wood as the urge to chain smoke the entire packet of cigarette’s that’s burning a hole in my desk drawer consumes me and be like “haha not bad yeah” but really i want to say it’s so fucking over michael it’s the end is this really all there is is this just it forever don’t you get bored of the same soup every single day i bet you don’t even check the menu to see what kind it is before you order it anymore because your sad sack brain is stuck on corporate autopilot and forcing you to power through the day on nothing but empty small talk and cheap tasteless soup and a million water cooler conversations or client calls that no one really needed you to handle and if you stop long enough to let yourself think or breathe you might actually start feeling something and as soon as that happens it really will be over michael so let’s just talk about the weather or something and pretend that this office isn’t a total dreamless cesspit just because we can see the sunshine from the windows

[ultimateaclrecovery]

So I am talking to the boy again tomorrow because I’ve realized I didn’t really give him a chance to address any thing and make changes. And there’s a part of me that wants to see if that would actually make things better especially combine with therapy. And then there’s a part that wonders if it would make a difference and even if it did make a difference if it’s what I would want.

And then all my 11:11 wishes this week have been for a sign from the universe as to whether I stay broken up or get back together

And then Monday one of my friends suggested, unprompted meeting the pony as a girls day activity and my second responded very enthusiastically and we set the date to the first mutually available one (albeit in 30 days) compared to the boy who can’t be bothered to go when repeatedly and at times when he has already said he has no other plans.

I saw a new therapist on Wednesday and she was very validating (which like yes to a large extent her explicit job) about how she would be annoyed by some of the things he does/says and more to the point sort of how he expresses them. Like going “why are you cutting the onion that way? Don’t you know it so much easier to this way?” It’s like he’s not trying to mean but it can off so mean when it sounds like he can’t fathom ever doing anything suboptimally

And then today I had to have a conversation with my manager about the fact that I’ve searched for signs of emotional abuse on my work computer. Which while horrible in it of itself also sent me on a bit of tailspin as to how bad is it really to have searched about it. On the one hand the overwhelming response was no he doesn’t do any emotional abusive things, does not meet the signs and in many cases the explicit opposite. But also is the fact the I looked it up answer enough in and of itself?

I don’t know. I know I can be happy enough by myself. But I want more. And maybe I’ll find more with someone else but it really did feel like we fit in a lot of ways.