#no serotonin

[goldensunset]

ugh

[beanutbutterbisquick]

Day ‘I’m crying about GOTG3’ number idk

[light-bender]

Me: I am depressed, I feel weak and tired and nothing brings me joy like it used to.

*someone is getting bullied in front of me or tries to get away with hurting people*

No actually I am a tiger. I am a dragon. I will grow claws just to plunge them into your chest and watch you try to breathe through perforated lungs and fail. You will not escape unscathed, you will be held accountable.

[paradoxolotl]

[catserotonin]

[siren-serotonin]

Anyone who reblogs this post will have their user written on a poster saying "We Stand With Palestine" that I hope to put up somewhere in the village I live in, or the town that the village is next to.

[erebus0dora]

i can't choose one, so let's have both, i guess..?

«I am the Devil's Minion, and he grants my every wish.»

brb here when i get some proper sleep for i still have a wish to rant on Eric Bogosian being actually a scary smart researcher in my bloodstream

[serotonins-stuff]

As a boy Katsuki never understood why men cried whenever they saw their bride for the first time.

When it came to his turn to stand at the altar, suited up and slicked back hair,he finally understood why.

His heart is pounding violently against his ribcage, so loud that he can hear it reverberate through his head. His palms were damp, and his gaze stays fixated on the double doers before him. The doors that will soon open to reaveal tge love of his life.

His foot meets floor repeatedly in a tapping motion, and his hands are rough as he shifts his collar side to side. His body litters with goosebumps and involuntary quivers.

He's suddenly grateful for this being a small wedding with only close family and friends. Hewouldn't want a large crowd witnessing his nerves get the better of him.

Kirishima smiles though the tears flowing down his face. He's honored to be the best man on his best friends big day, because that means he gets to see the tough Katsuki find pure happiness and put his walls down for the one he loves. If it's loveenough to make the great lord explosion murdered god dynamitenervous, then it's love that should be cherished.

Katsukis stomach flutters when the pianist begins to play your song. It's time.

He fiddles with the cuffs of his blazer and submerges the urge to run his hand through his perfectly styled hair.

When he locks eyes with you for the first time that day. It feels as if time itself slowed down. In this moment, every ounce of anxiety he had been carrying fades away. You are radiant under the soft orange glow of the sun, your skin shimmering like a precious diamond. His precious diamond.

His heart dances swiftly in his ribcage, touching every nerve in his body with pure love.

He catches a glimpse of your hands nervously fiddling your dress by your sides and remembers that he isn't alone. You, the love of his life, are sharing the same nervous flutter of butterflies in your stomach.

He begins to see you more clearly as you approach him. The soft glow of your eyes, your perfect lips and curves.

And when he hears his name flow so sweetly from your lips he can't help it. He chokes out a sob, and immediately your hands reach up to gently swipe away his tears.

The audience give a numerous amount of awww's, which cause a smile to tug its way onto his lips.

His glossy eyes stared longingly into yours. "You look beautiful" he whispered.

Saying his vows was the hardest part. He just couldn't stop crying, and the tears wouldn't stop flowing. You there assuring him and giving him gestures of love. When you started to say your own vows, seeing his redened nose and tear stained face cause tears of your own to flow down your face.

With a gentle yet firm grip his palm finds comfort on the curve of your waist. The minute the officient said you may kiss the bride. Your arms evelop his the soft skin of his neck and your heads tilt to the side as if it's instinct.

This kiss hold a firm yet sweet connection, a silent promise that this love would endure for eternity.

He was finally married to you, his angel, the girl of his dreams. He looked forward to calling you his wife, to starting a family-

Hot tears stream uncontrollably down his face, an eruption of raw emotion he can't contain. His heart swells with overwhelming swarm of love, joy, and deep appreciation, a feeling he once never believed possible.

With a shaky breath, he pulls away softly before resting his forehead on yours. "I love you" he choked "so fuckin much"

You huffed at his cuteness "I love you more Katsuki"

He places one more kiss to your lips, and nuzzles your nose with his.

"Impossible"

[clockwayswrites]

“Hello, how are you, I’m horrible. Pleasantries out of the way, I’m calling in one of my favors,” Constantine rattled off as soon as Bruce picked up the phone. His words were a rush and caught on the thicker than normal edges of his accent. “Might be more than one, might be a few. However many it takes, I’m calling them in. I told you that you’d owe me for making me deal with that city of yours. She’s a right bitch when she wants to be.”

“John,” Bruce interrupted.

Constantine took in a heavy breath and then let it out slowly in a sort of bone weary exhale. “Favors, I’m calling them in.”

“I am not helping you hide a body.”

Constantine chucked sourly. “Yeah, well, sorta need the opposite of that, mate.”

“Hn?”

“Yeah. See, I need some new identities, and they need to be identities that no one can come for because I’m not letting anyone harm them. Not anymore,” Constantine said, words thick with a promise of things worse than death for anyone stupid enough to try.

Bruce was not that stupid.

And he understood.

“Come over.”

“I’m bringing them.”

“Hn.”

“They’ve seen weirder shit than you and yours, pretty boy,” Constantine growled. He took another one of those rough breaths. “But I can leave them upstairs. The manor is safe. I just can’t leave them alone.”

Bruce frowned at the admission from Constantine that he found Bruce’s home safe. It was more honest than the man normally was, which was worrying. Either Constantine was that exhausted or whoever he was talking about were that important.

“I’ll let Alfred know we’re having guests.”

“Two plus me,” John said. Relief threaded through his stilted words. “Kids. Teenagers, I guess.”

“Okay.”

“…okay. Right. Thanks. Ta.”

[delhe-dalim]

They're pretty ✨

[canisalbus]

✦ Never let me go ✦

[melimelotus]

smeargle & togetic peanuts edition

[sleepy-bebby]

[ghiertor-the-gigapeen]

Moon spirit sokka is still sokka

At first I wanted to draw him in like gorgeous clothing with extra accessories then I realized he is sokka going on an adventure

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[catserotonin]

[hinamie]

thank u canon plant nerd megumi for my life

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