#miracles for Breakfast

[yakool-foolio]

Everyone's talking about That Image because of its, well, everything. But let's be real if we get scenes of Eito n Takumi cuddling or kissing or any multitude of soft, gentle gestures of affection I think I will actually melt into the floor as a happy sobbing mess.

[dutchs-paisley-vest]

What do you like about Micah? I like him too and wanted to know your thoughts on him. I don't see too many people who also like his character.

Hi Anon!! I think Micah is so interesting for a lot of reasons. Ultimately, I like the role he plays in the larger narrative and the small details we get throughout the game that allude to a character with more depth that we don't necessarily get to see through the eyes of Arthur. 

Do I think Micah is a good person? No, I do not. Frankly, some of the characters that I find most compelling in this series (and in general) are those I simultaneously view as incredibly reprehensible. I think a lot of my draw to the Red Dead series is because of the unreliable narration from John and Arthur, combined with the phenomenal outpouring of love that these characters have received from the teams that made them come to life. 

Peter Blomquist did such a great job with his acting as Micah that I genuinely experience physical reactions to the emotions his character makes me feel. He and Ben as Dutch? Sickening duo. I absolutely love it. Most of the satisfaction I get as a fan of these games is through the combined canon and fan-based exploration of the more gruelling and upsetting themes that live at their core. It's the futility and hopelessness, the desperation that almost all of these characters experience at one point or another throughout these games, and the human-shaped horrors that exist all around us. That is what compels me. 

I think Micah is a fantastic example of this. I interpret his actions as being driven by anxiety and fear above all else. Micah is afraid and looks out for his skin before anyone else's. It is a means of survival. He is intelligent, quick, and knows what he wants, but the same desperation that led to Dutch's downfall also seals Micah's fate in the end. None of these characters can outrun what is coming for them, no matter how hard they dig their heels in; it's only a matter of how and when. 

As a writer, my favourite things to explore are the consequences of a character's actions on themselves and others, especially the (usually long-term) emotional fallout. While I don't have any WIPs with Micah (yet...), I certainly have a few with Dutch for the same reason, one more lighthearted than the other. I think it's only a matter of time before I write about Micah (probably from Arthur's or perhaps Dutch's point of view) because I love dissecting characters like them from an outsider's perspective, typically a character that knows them like the back of their hand. That character may be a victim of their actions or someone who is an accomplice to them; however, both serve different narrative purposes and can be equally as interesting to write. 

Overall, I am trying to say that I like Micah because he serves as a fun little vessel for the themes and character dynamics I enjoy rotating in my mind. He makes me irrationally angry; he and Dutch occupy the same space in my mind, living in the room where I keep characters that are both my favourites and also the ones I feel the most hatred and vitriol toward. I like understanding justifications for why they do things and the incongruence between their reality and their understanding of reality. No one ever thinks of themselves as the bad guy. And a well-written villain makes me want to know what makes them think they are the hero in their own story, so I think it's only natural for me to want to study him like a bug under a magnifying glass on a hot summer's day. 

[itscontinental]

Q #1934

Love amongst only a few other things, and fewer could they be purely him this you know

no

no, of course...

no, no, I know...

yes, you know love--literally. loving you always.

yes...

Capable of anything, all of this, however he did it, I'll admit-- I believe it unlikely was finished by the final day. which is okay, I think he just needed some rest

[minglana]

i need to delete all my alarms and start over so badly its not even a joke at this point

[sluttyten]

I really thought I avoided getting sick with the bad cold that almost everyone in this city has right now, but I just woke up and my throat is so sore. Which was the first symptom my dad had and the first one that my manager had, which I think means snot to have an absolutely miserable weekend

[roseride01-blog]

Breakfast

“I’d rather eat fireballs than nuts.”

“Goodnight.” 

Though Aang and Katara giggled before she blew out the lantern, Aang couldn’t help but feel a little…guilty. 

They both knew that Sokka had tried really hard to find something, and that he was doing the best he could. Well, actually, not the best. He could have done a lot better, had he gone hunting. No doubt Sokka would have been able to get a few birds, or fish, or, and Katara would laugh at this one, but Aang had this image in his head of Sokka wrestling a platypus bear for the last strip of smoked meat. 

Aang knew that Sokka and Katara gave up a lot for him, their home and their family being the most obvious, but there were smaller things they gave up too, even something as simple as the kind of food they were used to eating. 

Sometimes Aang fell asleep to the sound of Sokka’s complaining about being hungry, which Katara usually scolded him for, so Aang uneasily laughed it off. But he couldn’t ignore the grumbling of Katara’s stomach as they lay in silence to sleep. 

Aang knew they couldn’t live off of nuts and…nuts that looked like rocks that may actually be just rocks. 

An idea dawning on him, Aang smiled wide and made a plan for the next morning. 

Sokka wasn’t too surprised when he woke up and Aang was gone, Katara getting water from the spout outside the barn. Appa dozed in the corner, and Momo chattered up in the rafters. 

Sokka stretched and stood up slowly, annoyed that he was the last one awake. The sun was already high in the sky. 

He wandered out of the barn to greet his sister.

“Morning,” he started, “sleep okay?”

“As good as someone sleeping on a mound of hay can,” she began “then again, we are used to sleeping in the ice and snow.” 

The two of them giggled at the memory, “I gotta say, I think I prefer the hay.”

“That mixed with the sleeping bags,” Sokka agreed, “where’s Aang?” he asked, quickly changing the subject. 

“I don’t know actually. But his glider is still here and he never would have left without Appa, so I assume he’ll be back soon.”

Sokka nodded his agreement, and looked out over the landscape while Katara went back to her bending. It hadn’t been more than 50 seconds before he heard a loud yell coming from Haru’s house, a little down the hill the barn sat on. Both he and Katara whipped their heads up, uneasy and unsure if they should be getting ready for a fight. 

Aang came flying around the side of the house on an air scooter, pig-chicken squawking behind him, chasing the air bender. One particular angry bird was perched on his head, nipping at his ears. He was covered in feathers, and was cradling something in his arms.

Sokka and Katara tried to get out of the way in time, but Aang was riding too fast to get away from the enraged animals. “LOOK-“ he didn’t finished his warning yell before he smashed into the Water Tribe siblings, knocking them both downed the 3 tumbled on the grass. 

Sokka felt something both sticky and slimy on his left hand that he yanked away, looking at it, finding it covered in golden sludge. 

He looked over at Aang, more confused than annoyed or angry, to find him also covered in the substance, along with feathers and flecks of white…rock?

“Aang, what…” Katara began, her eyes widening.

“I wanted to make eggs for breakfast for you guys, but I didn’t anticipate the pig chickens to be so…grumpy!”

[tea-blankets-andstars]

Movies that are are certain colors 

(idk why they just are)

sad things happen, people cry but its ok because the characters have learned to be better

-all the bright places

-the bridge to Terabithia

-Red,white&Royalblue

-midsommar

-Avengers Endgame & Infinaty war

-the edge of seventeen

-the florida project

nobody dies, but of course something sad

-the perks of being a wallflower

-see you on venus

-but im a cheerleader

-love, simon

-cruella

-the odd life of Timothy Green

"if i cannnot climb i will grow" yes this is the best way to discribe this catagory

-Matilda

-The parent trap

-it takes two

"the monsters gone, hes on the run and your daddys here" idk thats the best way to discribe it

-the greatest showman

-the breakfast club

-ladybird

-little women

-tbosas

-summer of '85

-coraline

miricles happen, you just have to know where to look (someone probibly died)

- my sisters keeper

-a walk to remember

- a dogs journey

-hatcha (idk how to spell it)

-the girl who belived in miracles

idk does that make any sense? 

[gluion]

i will never add mitski, phoebe bridgers, matt maltese, or hozier to the song list for my requests… i would rather jump than every try to write such works inspired by their songs bc it would be a disgrace…

[todayisafridaynight]

thinking about masato this fine morning good god hes so

preach it brother 🙌

[aibloomie]

dude I almost got caught LMAOOO I thought my parents were asleep so I left my room to get some snacks (munchies 💀 I was so hungry my stomach was growling and shit) but ig I wasn't discreet enough so my mom came down looking at me all weird and I was so paranoid all I could do was look away and try to act normal

so basically, I'm a dumbass

– 🦈 shark anon

NOOO 😭 you know what maybe she looked at you like that because she had just woken up to check what the noise was, so let's hope that she didn't suspect anything

maybe you can make your own little snack stash in a drawer or something, so you don't have to risk running into your parents or anything </3

[dogglegog]

im only sticking around because of the small possibility she might need me again

[kbjones]

Menno Media Series

The last image from a series for Menno Media. Jesus' disciples ate fish by the Sea of Galilee, after catching a miraculously large haul. #religious #christian #bible #153 #fish #jesus #artsample #illustration #miracle #seaofgalilee #disciples #breakfast

Scenes from the Life of Jesus ChristImage 9 of 9 This is the last image from a short series for Menno Media for their Shine curriculum. This is in the morning by the Sea of Galilee. After Jesus had helped his disciples catch a miraculously large haul of fish (153 of them!) they roasted some and lounged around on the beach eating a breakfast of bread and fish.

[maryse127]

Maybe it's anxiety after all because I am HUNGRY but also so so scared I am gonna (almost) throw up again

[catsharky]

Ember please you're gonna kill him

Rewinding back to the Last Light Inn cause I haven't tormented Rolan enough. Ember's got zero shame and no interest in getting dressed before breakfast (she's worked nights for 2 decades so the fact she's awake before noon is a miracle, honestly)

If Rolan didn't owe her big time she would be getting the dressing down (hah) of her life.

The Rolan Comic Part 1 • Latest part

[certifiedyapperx]

imagine you’re dating ghost and no one knows. the two of you have kept it a secret on your end and his just for your protection— because ghost knows what could happen if someone finds out, how someone might try and target you to get to him, or worse, given his line of work.

but then imagine that he’s on a mission, interrogating some piece of filth ready to decorate the fucking wall with his brain matter when the guy says “you know what, simon, killing me would be the biggest mistake of your life.”

immediately ghost would pause, eyes narrowed, though his hardened demeanour wouldn’t fade much, he’d just blankly stare at the prick like “oh yea? n’ why don’ you tell m’ why.”

the shit-eating grin that would crawl across that fuckers lips would have ghost ready to kill him right then and there, but then he’d say “reach in my pocket. pull out my phone.”

id like to think ghost would have absolutely none of this assholes bullshit, not at all entertained by his theatrics. i’d like to think he’d just press the muzzle of his gun to the fuckers temple within an instant, all teeth barred and ready to get it over with when the guy would add,

“your girlfriend is a fucking beauty, isn’t she?”

everything would pause. ghost, time, the world, air, the universe itself—the life that would drain from ghosts face would almost be enough to make his alias a reality. his heart pounding in his throat, his fingers fucking trembling as he immediately reached into the assholes pocket to find his phone—a picture of a woman tied up (face not in view however) lighting up on the home screen. there’d be no thinking rationally, no thoughts in ghosts head except for making sure you were fucking okay. he’d do whatever he’d have to do, kill the guy, leave him strapped there, whatever—he’d be out of that room in two seconds flat and personally flying the helicopter back to your house calling you nonstop every fucking second until you answered.

“hello? si?”

he’d wait a second before answering. taking everything in. background noises, the inflection of your voice. it sounds calm, maybe too calm? he’s grasping his phone so fucking hard it’s a miracle it hasn’t shattered between his fingers.

“princess,” he breathes, fighting with everything in him to keep his voice steady. “see any birds today?”

though it was a genuine question, it also was an established one. ghost had set up a series of questions for a situation precisely like this. if you said blue jay, it meant you were fine, at home, as usual. if you said crows, it meant you weren’t.

“oh just the usual blue jays, si.” he could almost hear the smile on your lips. “everything okay? i miss you.”

ghost would exhale a shattered breath. “i’m coming home.”

and then he’d show up, not all but a few hours later, hands still trembling slightly, heart rate still struggling to regulate. it was too much, reminding him too much of his past traumas, he knew he needed to find better protection for you, but that was a conversation for another time.

he’d come in the house, barely even taking the time to shut the door behind him, almost frenzied again, relentless, unable to relax until he could finally lay eyes on you. and then, the second he did, he’d just pause and look at you, all messy hair and pyjamas still on, in the kitchen cooking breakfast for you both since you knew he was on his way.

and he wouldn’t say a goddamn word, he’d just come up behind you and wrap his arms around your waist, hugging you so tight you’d hardly be able to breathe, his face buried in your hair and his heart thumping at your back. you’d feel the pain the fear the anxiety radiating off him and you wouldn’t try to say anything because you knew he needed this, you knew he needed to see you, hold you, feel your pulse stable and alive. you knew he just needed a moment to breathe.

and so the two of you would stand there like that for a while, and then he’d take a big inhale and spin you around to face him, pulling up his mask to plant soft kisses on your jaw.

“i love you so fuckin’ much.”

[brawberryz]

Little Demon

Batfam Yan! × Neglected Nezuko! Reader

Note:English is not my first language, sorry if there is any translation error

You were normal

You weren't the monster you've become, before everything you were just an ordinary high school student

Everything had happened so fast that you didn't even have time to process it

A few hours ago everything was normal

You woke up as usual adding yourself to go to class, you greeted alfred while you were having breakfast

Breakfast felt as lonely as always your family was never present not even in things as common as having breakfast together as a family

No one ever had time for you, everyone was so busy with their responsibilities and you understood it, you always understood

They were vigilant and you knew they had a lot of responsibilities on their shoulders but sometimes you would like them to look at you or ask you how your day was

If someone in the family turned to look at you or talk to you it was a miracle, the only person you had by your side was alfred

He was a father figure more than your real father could be

Bruce, as you called him because father was too big a name for someone like him, maybe he wasn't even worthy of being called father

You saw his relationship with the rest of your siblings and how he treated them with so much respect and affection

At some point you felt jealous, why was he so good to them? Why couldn't you feel that affection

Why?

Why!?

Nobody took care of you or protected you, since you were little you understood that if you didn't protect yourself nobody would

Everyone had talents and they were amazing

You were just (name), the shadow of the family because the only thing that was important was having the last name Wayne, but then you were nobody

You were never anybody

You stopped thinking so much and picked up your bag and walked out the door of the mansion giving Alfred a last goodbye

_

Classes went by faster than you would like, school was a safe place for you, there you could be yourself with your friends

To your friends you weren't (name) Wayne, the daughter of a billionaire playboy, you were just a (name) L/N a girl full of energy and eager to help others

You lazily got up from your seat grabbing your bag heading to the classroom door

There was Aoi waiting for you as usual, you were grateful to have such a good friend like her

"You look more tired than usual, is something wrong (name)?"

The black-haired girl asks worriedly, walking with you to the exit. You just nodded, giving her a fake smile.

"Yeah, don't worry, I just didn't sleep well today."

That's a lie. You had slept more than well, but since this morning you had felt that something was wrong, as if something bad was about to happen.

You couldn't shake that feeling off after hours. You decided to ignore it, but that feeling still remained.

Aoi just nodded, unsure of your answer. She had been your friend for years and she knew you too well to know when something was bothering you.

"Hey, today me and shinobu are going to a new cafe that opened. Do you want to go?"

You stayed quiet for a few seconds thinking about the proposal, you liked going out with your friends but this time you felt like you shouldn't go

"I'm sorry aoi but... I'm really busy today I have homework to do"

You politely apologized to her

Aoi raised an eyebrow, there was something she didn't like, she knew something was happening to you but she wasn't going to force you to tell her, she didn't want it to seem like she was someone insistent

She simply gave you a nod and then looked ahead, this was where your paths separated as you lived on totally opposite streets

She gave you a big hug as a farewell and then separated from you with a smile on her face

"See you tomorrow (name), take care!"

She said as she shook her hand and her presence disappeared more and more as she walked away

You let out a tired sigh before turning on your heels and taking the path home

You walked with your head down, your thoughts consumed your head that you didn't even notice the imminent danger that was approaching you

You didn't understand why your family seemed to hate you, you were always obedient, good and polite

You were the best in your class and you had great intelligence but you were still invisible to all of them

Sometimes you just wanted to disappear, being someone else didn't matter you just wanted to leave

But you knew that until you turned 18 it would be impossible to get out of that house

You were so distracted in your thoughts that you didn't even have time to react before something too strong pushed you into a dirty alley

You tried to get up and defend yourself but that strange man grabbed you by the neck cutting off your breathing and not being able to get up

As your vision blurred you could see his red eyes and a cynical smile forming on his lips

The last thing you felt was something embedded in your neck causing you to lose consciousness

Everything was black, you couldn't move or feel anything

So you died?

Is this how it all ended? Dying in a dirty alley full of trash and rats?

Maybe this is what you deserved, you were never anything important just trash

And trash should stay with trash, right?

Alfred ran at full speed through the mansion towards Bruce's office, he couldn't believe that this had happened

He slammed open the door to Bruce's office causing Bruce to stop concentrating on the paperwork to look at his butler

It was too strange for Alfred to enter without knocking, and he was also struck by Alfred's worried and disheveled attitude

Only something too important or serious would have to happen to break Alfred's impeccable personality

"Master Bruce...Miss (name)..."

The old man struggled to find air in his lungs, having run all over the mansion had left him exhausted

"What's wrong with her? Don't tell me she got into trouble-"

Alfred interrupted Bruce in the middle of his sentence to speak again

"No...she...she's dead"

Those words hit Bruce hard

Dead?

Your death couldn't be true, it had to be some kind of joke

"What?"

It was the only thing he could say in shock, he knew that Alfred would never lie to him, much less about a subject as serious as death

But his brain simply couldn't process it

_

The entire batfam was at the police station, the news of your death shook the entire family in a bad way

Now they were here to identify your body, they found it in an alley according to the police record a woman who was passing by found your body covered in blood that was supposed to have been yours

According to the police it was a very crude and bloody crime scene

They couldn't believe that someone would be capable of doing that to a being as innocent as you

The simple fact that someone had done all those things to you made everyone's blood boil with rage

Richard felt terrible, remembering all the times you asked him to spend time together and he simply made the excuse that he was busy or that he didn't have time

He was the worst brother, he was supposed to be the oldest one who should have protected you but all he did was push you away and cause your premature death

Jason could barely handle all the emotions he felt at that moment, he felt rage, sadness and regret

He still remembered the times he had insulted you and told you not to interfere in his life

No matter what he had to do, he was going to avenge his little sister and he was going to make the person who had done that to you suffer

In Tim's head he tried to find some possible suspect for your death, maybe the joker had already killed Jason once, it was just a matter of time before he did it again

He could still remember the times he had ignored you, that moment when you made cupcakes was still in his mind and you had the brightest smile of all

You had prepared them especially for your family but all you received was their rejection telling you that they were busy

Remember the rude way in which I refused your food and asked you to leave, right now, anything to be able to be with you and try your desserts

Damian was burning with fury, who was the bastard who dared to kill his sister!?

He, unlike the rest, didn't want to accept his guilt. He firmly believed that the times he had hit you, humiliated you, and insulted you were for your own good.

You should know well that you were too weak for this world, that he was your protector.

Cass could barely process everything. She had lost another important person to her again, and this time it was her fault again.

She leaned against a corner and let her thoughts consume her. She felt the worst. Maybe if she had paid attention to you, you would be alive now.

Barbara felt the same way as Richard. She still remembered the times you begged for her attention, wanting to spend time with her, but she only pushed you away more and more each day.

Steph could only stare at the floor. It was her fault for ignoring you. She thought that at some point you would adapt to the mansion, but it never happened. All she did was make you feel more like a burden and a nuisance.

But the one who felt the worst was Bruce. He was supposed to be your father, he was supposed to be the first to protect you. But he didn't. All he did was ignore you

He was the worst father ever, now because of him you were dead

They took him to a room to identify your body and left him there alone for a few minutes

Right there he collapsed, his serious and unwavering facade broke

His daughter, his baby is now dead because of him, he would do anything to revive you, he would even use the Lazarus pit even knowing the consequences that caused

But suddenly he felt like something lunged at him

And there was you

Alive

You were alive in some way, but he saw that it wasn't you...

Your eyes had that wild look, your teeth were sharp and long nails that you had never had before

He grabbed a metal pipe he found on the floor and tried to fight you by putting it in your mouth so that you wouldn't bite him or disfigure his face with your claws or teeth

Your strength was superhuman, as if you were no longer the (name) that he knew

Now you had become something wilder

But he felt small tears falling on his face, he was crying

It seemed as if a part of you was trying to control your instincts, he noticed your distressed and scared look

Suddenly Richard entered the room with Jason

They had heard a loud noise coming from the room

The men's faces were surprised when they saw you alive

Or rather, you didn't look human and your skin looked paler

Also, your hair had changed, the tips that were completely black before were now orange

The two quickly came out of their trance and helped Bruce get you off of them, you were still struggling and trying to get out of their grip

Then Damian and Tim appeared through the door when they heard all the commotion

Before either of them could speak, Richard interrupted them

"There's no time for explanations, distract the police now!"

He said trying to keep you from getting out of the grip, Tim and Damian just nodded confused as they went with the others to distract the guards

Meanwhile Jason decided that the best idea was to knock you out so he did, but he earned a scolding from Bruce for hitting you so hard

"Stop complaining so much and be thankful we didn't let her kill you"

He said dryly, he saw how you fell surrendered to his arms, for now they should find a way to get you out of here without anyone noticing

_

The days passed quickly in the mansion, they had you with a kind of muzzle on your mouth to prevent any incident

Although after having "revived" you were only aggressive once, to tell the truth this version of you was much calmer and less energetic than the previous one

After Bruce asked Constantine for help he told him that most likely you had been turned into a demon and that if they wanted you to be human again the person that turned you into a demon was supposed to turn you back into a human

For days the batfam spent their time investigating and trying to find information about the person who did that to you but they found almost nothing

But almost nothing was that bad, it seemed you rejected human flesh and blood and you recovered energy by sleeping, you didn't need to eat or drink water just sleep

Most of the day (not to say all day) you spent somewhere in the mansion sleeping

Everyone fought over who would cuddle with you during your morning nap, they agreed on a deal that every day of the week it would be a family member's turn to sleep with you and take care of you

And after everything worked, most of your memories disappeared so they didn't have to worry about you remembering what horrible siblings they were

They also found out that you can't be in the sun unless you want to disintegrate and die

Tim thought it was a good idea to open the windows so you could see the sun after so long

Tim's expression The horror on his face was great when he saw how your skin began to burn and how you screamed in pain

He quickly closed the windows and approached you to see your condition

Luckily your regenerative abilities were very helpful, but Tim still didn't escape Bruce's scolding and you think Damian almost killed Tim that day

You could say that the days in the mansion were good, of course sometimes you would like to go out and see other places but you knew it would be impossible

The batfam preferred to die rather than let you wander alone through the streets of Gotham again, in their eyes you were still that weak little girl even knowing that you could easily kill them all

For now you should get used to this life until they find a cure

But you shouldn't worry, when you are cured they will never let you go again

Never

I finished this quicker than I thought

I hope you like it because I probably won't upload anything for 3 or 4 days

byeee