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[floralisolation]

i feel so held by the universe

[ibblescribbles]

TRASH 🚮 Speedpaint | Alt under cut:

[fobosfear]

I love featureless men

[youredreamingofroo]

The Sheep in Wolf's Clothing Onia Dhithos - -

"I will pull at my horns and bruise my flesh until I am born anew, my chest is too warm, I spew warm honey where I want muck. tar. I want to bear the teeth that my father and mother bore. These teeth are not sufficient. I want a bite, and I want it to be more than my words. I want to bite. I want to be the Wolf."

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[ Alt. ver. under the cut ] B/As

[denimjacketjesus]

➢ Record Mirror - 1984

[kindahoping4forever]

AshtonIrwin: Breakup. Right now. You should be with me now.

[absolutefilthimsosorry]

Today was so fun! It was great seeing WAD again and seeing what changes Dan had made but what made the day special was meeting people from on here ❤️

@foreverjustanemokidatheart it was so lovely to meet you and spend the day hanging out, especially being in china town for lunar new year!

And @calvinahobbes it was great meeting you and @ahappydnp and @kavat!

[bowlll]

one minute youre drawing a sexy wolfbatgirl at the club and the other youre pushing the limits of paint tool sai2

[callonpeevesie]

Kid Howl and Megan because I love whatever they have going on and I've been thinking about them reading LOTR together

[floralisolation]

they should invent a panacea

[sseniita]

hero; never learned how to drive

“Ever thought about retirement?”

“We don’t get that luxury.”

Hero glanced at the expensive car she was sitting in. Spotless and shiny. She noticed Villain’s silver watch, also seemingly expensive. 

“What luxuries can I have? I’ve never even driven a car.” 

Villain noticed the undertone. 

“I inherited this car from my father. It’s sentimental.”

“You hated your dad.” she sneered. Villain chuckled. 

Hero continued staring out the window. She felt annoyed at the frost growing on the window for a second until she realised she wouldn’t be able to see anything in the pitch black darkness anyway. She imagined the mountains that must’ve been there and flying past them, then she imagined how it must feel to want to fly and not be able to. She smiled. 

“You think…” she hesitated. “if I lost my powers they’d fire me?” 

“Mm. They’d probably keep you. Like a mascot of sorts. Maybe build a statue.” He said, nonchalantly. “Maybe in front of city hall,” he added. Enticingly. 

“I’d like a statue. Maybe in solid gold.” 

“You’d be lucky to get bronze if you lose a leg or something.” 

“What if I died?” 

Villain stood quiet. Hero waited for an answer. The motor was making a funny noise. 

“What do you mean what if?”

“Well. I’d like to retire.” Hero decided. Rather quickly. 

Villain’s mood was something tricky to read. Over the years Hero had become fluent in deciphering it, but she always imagined it wasn’t her becoming fluent- rather it was him speaking her language. Regardless, both options suggested some sort of intimacy Hero and Villain quietly shared and one that Hero held pride in.

“Retire?”

Hero decided she was feeling particularly lucky tonight. “Ya! You could come too! I was thinking we could start with a European museum trip for me. Maybe visit Japan for you. We’ll end up on the beach somewhere in Cuba-”

“Cut that out.” he interrupted. Hero noticed the slight stressful swerve of the car, but kept the lightness to her tone.

 “Don’t like my plan?” 

“I don’t like this game.” 

“What game?” 

“This one. You. Playing with the idea that you and I won't forever be what we are.” 

“And what am I?” 

“A hero.” 

“I hope not at 50.”

“You won’t make it to 50. Maybe at around 38 you’ll have a battle and die bravely and honourably in an impressive way as you save the planet-” 

“-then will I get my statue?” 

They continued quietly down the road. The sound of the car getting increasingly more present, Villain’ knuckles, getting progressively more white on the steering wheel. Finally, once they turned on the main road and the streetlights reappeared, they stopped. Villain got out of the car. He opened the passenger seat and signalled Hero to get out. She did. 

“You know I can fly, right? Deserting me here won’t do any-” Villain offered her the car keys. 

“You drive.” 

Before Hero could argue her body betrayed her and she already had a huge smile plastered on her face and the car keys in her hand. She should have caught onto the driving manual really quick, she was always a quick learner. But she couldn’t help but love the feeling of Villain’s hand on hers as he guided her through the gears five times over. Villain was uncharacteristically patient tonight.  

These were the pair’s favourite type of night. Of course, they’d both enjoyed drunken escapades, scheming all-nighters, and undercover missions, but rare occasions of dreadfully boring mundane activities were the best. It gave Hero a chance to play a normal woman- in this case: a normal woman learning to drive. And it gave the Villain a chance to catch a glimpse of how it could have been if they had met under different circumstances. 

The night ended, as per instructions of the Villain, by crashing the car into a ditch and the long walk back to town, side by side.

[therandomartmaker]

A little angst for the soul using dp x dc because it’s what crack i am on right now

When Danny snaps, Bruce just feels so so tired.

“What do you want from me? What do you want me to say?” Danny yells, frustrated and broken and, worst of all, genuinely confused.

Bruce just wanted to know if Danny knew that his parents weren’t good, and why they weren’t good, and why Danny still protected his parents. A few well-placed questions that were just a little bit to the left, apparently.

What does it say when a child learns far too early that there are ‘right’ opinions and ‘wrong’ opinions?

‘It says that that child has been let down and beaten and broken by the words of adults that should’ve been rolemodels,’ Bruce thinks.

Bruce wonders how many times Danny has been told the his parents are the professionals, that they are the experts about ghosts. How many times he has been told that he is a non-sentient unfeeling entity, and how many times he has been scorned for trying to say otherwise.

“Only what you think, Danny, only what you know,” He answers, gently, softly. “Not what you think I want from you. I want you to trust that I will acknowledge your opinions.”

How many times will Bruce have to hold a broken child before they are ok?

[lonestarss]

first meeting

[jonathanbyersdeservesbetter]

(If this is pinned that means this is in effect)

Can y'all tell that I'm going through the entire jonathan byers tag and reblogging every single post I like lmao, because that's the only way I can get content. God knows there's rarely anything new in the tag with all of 7.8k followers

Currently on April 3, 2023. Every time Tumblr decides to crash on me I have to spend 10 minutes scrolling back down, save me from this hell

[httpiastri]

Alright, so now you've just fully opened the Pandora box in my head... I might just need some more snippets of your Jak Pinterest board if possible. Okayyy thanksss :) -❤️

you ask and you shall receive ���

[clown-cult]

Happy two year anniversary to the first three episodes of Pretty Little Liars: Original Sin!

Please gods let us get a renewal announcement soon…