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[sunnyisinsane]

This is what i get for having cute headcannons

[moss--wyrm]

finally updating and saying goodbye to skeleton tumblr app icon 🫡

[agroupofcrows]

april 17: i guess this cdrama everyone says is decent can play in the background at 2x speed while im folding the laundry

may 10: (slowly crawling down the emergency stairs of the hospital, trailing blood) Big Patriarchy doesn’t want you to know about The Veil………..

[tsaap]

Not me comparing our charts and basically having the app say we’re soulmates 💀

[calware]

Have I fulfilled the mission objectives properly? Yes, Hal. You've done very well.

[beebfreeb]

I don't think Senshi would play Cooking Mama. He would think it's a great game for the kids to have but it wouldn't appeal to him like the real thing. He wouldn't play any actual cooking sims, either. He would play Tetris and Candy Crush.

[sleepwalkersqueen]

NEW FEAR OF YOU CONTENT AHH

Not even written by me! @dahvampire wrote an entire fanfiction for Fear of you, check it out!! <3

Pretty much this dynamic:

[saintbleeding]

[ID: two drawings of a roughly-toddler aged Jon Sims and his mother. Both look like heavily weathered polaroids. Both Jon and his mother have medium-brown skin, dark, curly hair, and brown eyes. In the first picture, Jon is in overalls and a jumper, sitting on his mother’s lap and staring offscreen, chewing on the tip of his index finger, as she gazes lovingly down at him. She wears glasses and a blue blouse under a brown waistcoat. The photo is captioned “Jonathan & Ameerah, Oct ‘89”. In the second photo, Jon is wearing a red onesie and his mother’s glasses, grinning cheekily up at her as she laughs, one of her hands clutching both of his. The caption says “thief! Scoundrel!! Fiend!!!” End ID.]

it’s been two years one month two weeks and three days and jon jarchivist is still my sweet precious angel what else is new

[ghostsfruit]

I have brain worms so I just gotta share this.

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- Its late at night and Clark and Bruce are falling asleep together in the same bed -

Clark: Someone's really clingy tonight, you alright bats?

Bruce [nervously]: Oh, yeah everything's perfect! I just love to hold you.

- Earlier the morning before -

Bruce wakes up at 2 am, and sleepilly calls for Clark, before realizing he's completely alone in bed. He jumps up and makes his way out of the opened door, and continues calling for Clark.

Before he looks up and sees his boyfriend lazily floating about with his head slung back and his pillow barely holding onto his hand.

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- Bruce now uses himself as an anchor so this doesn't happen again, Clark doesn't mind one bit -

[samwontshare]

Everyone says Korrasami came out of nowhere as if Asami didn’t immediately flirt with Korra by taking her out on a racetrack to show off her driving skills.

[itisilithi]

??? lol get eeby deebied, idiots

[biggestqiblifan]

tw: mentions of self harm

*The anniversary of the Battle of Manhattan was round the corner.*

*Will woke screaming and sobbing every night* *He would go out for a walk, avoiding everyone. The memories and burdens made him work non-stop at the infirmary. HE had to be better. HE couldn't dare to fall behind. To let others down. To be useless. HE couldn't let others die. Him. It was all on him. Everyone counted on him. Him.*

*On and on it went in a cycle. Till a camper came in with head trauma. Will broke*

*Will handed the case off to Kayla, making up some excuse before dashing off and locking himself in a pitch-black room* *The sounds of the war, of the infirmary clashed in his head. All of them screaming for attention, to be heard. A replica of what he had heard that day. Images, red, white, grey, flashed in an unbreakable series. It wouldn't stop. Will began hyperventilating. His chest ached. he couldn't breathe. Couldn't see. Couldn't hear. Every shook, every part of him trembled. His cheeks and clothes were soaked with his tears. His throat was raw, and aching, mouth dry and sour. Lips struggling to keep his screams, sobs and pleas silent.*

*Will felt trapped. In his own skin. He'd already made it red from clutching on it too tightly. Now he desperately scratched at his skin, trying to escape. The scrape bleed. * *On instinct, without hesitation, its a practiced movement from the number of times he's done it. Will reaches for the scalpel in his shirt. * *He cuts. For the first time in a while, Will is able to take a full breath. His chest unclenches a bit with every cut. With every stream of blood that ran across and down his body. More scars for the collection. *

*Will feels some tension his body by way of the numerous deep cuts. It was an escape. *

*The voices quietened. Quietened. Never silent. After all, the screams never leave.*

[reserved-system]

hi. i saw u reblogged the hermit fanon swap thingy… butterfly joe hills >:)

JOE OF THE HILLS FROM NASHVILLE TENNESSEE EDIT: You can request more like this over at @pocketofpossums that's our art blog!!

[thatswhatsushesaid]

[lil-raven666]

⛓️ 𝕷𝖎𝖑 🌹 𝕽𝖆𝖛𝖊𝖓 ⛓️