#quite a skip ahead

[clockwayswrites]

Danny spread his bangs apart as he peered into the mirror, checking on how bad his roots were doing. It really didn’t matter if they looked bad, he just didn’t want anyone thinking too much about how he actually had black hair. The cherry red locks slipped out of his shaking fingers.

His roots were white.

That wasn’t—

Danny scrambled to part his hair on the other side where he had thought the white patch was. Maybe he just forgot which side it was on. It’s not like he’d seen is natural hair in a long time. Maybe he just…

The wall tiles were cold against his back as he slammed into them and slid to the floor. It was white too. There was more white. Had he not… wasn’t he… clearly he wasn’t using his powers enough. That’s what it was, right? It wasn’t that, this wasn’t inevitable, he just hadn’t been using his powers enough. Being in the shelter, staying in once place, it just had made him too cautious. If he just used them more he could halt this. He could stop the change. He could stop…

Stop what?

Dying?

Is this what it all was?

Was he just dying slowly, one day at a time?

Had this been inevitable since he stepped inside the portal?

Someone was pounding on the door.

“Kid— if you’re doing drugs in there!”

“No, my bag just fell,” Danny said. Or he guessed he said. It felt like a stranger saying the words.

He had to move on.

This shelter had been good— better, at least. They hadn’t asked his age. But if he wasn’t using his powers enough maybe he had to go back onto the streets. Maybe he had to leave.

Danny shoved his toiletries back into his backpack and unlocked the door. He kept his head ducked and mumbled a sorry as he tried to slip past the employee. A hand shot out and grabbed his arm.

“Kid—”

“I wasn’t doing drugs,” Danny snapped, yanking his arm away. He held it close to his body, rubbing it. The guy hadn’t hurt him, but it had felt— it had been too much. “My bag just fell, guess I didn’t get it on the hook.”

“Your hands are shaking.”

Danny shrugged and stuffed his hands into the pockets of his jacket. It was a good jacket, warm. He had got it at a shelter in the last city. It was the only good thing from that place. “Didn’t eat lunch.”

The employee sighed, slumping a little. “Go see the kitchen. Aida is in, she’ll give you a snack.”

Mumbling a thanks, Danny backed up a few feet before the turned around and headed to the kitchen. A snack would be good. It might be a long time since he got any good food, he’ll to use his money for a bus out of here tomorrow.

(edit: made an update thread)

[martianbugsbunny]

I've just done the "it gets better" routine for an IRL who started watching MASH partly as my fault, I'm really part of mashblr now

[midnight-els]

A week ago I was entirely ambivalent about Dracula Daily and now I'm staring out of my window like a lovelorn victorian woman who's husband drowned at sea just because no new email today :(((((

[sporco-filth]

Superhero to superslob: part the second

You could pretty easily skip part one and just start with this one.

Synopsis: After a villain fires a mysterious raybeam at him, a superhero begins to lose his strength. But the change is slow, so the villain decides to work on a way to speed things up a bit.

Justin Steele (aka Cascade Fall's beloved superhero Jupiter) was lying on the couch, watching TV. This was not normal. Why have I been so… he tried to think of the word as he turned into a more comfortable position. Tired? Is this what tiredness feels like? Justin, being gifted with super endurance but also thanks to his meticulously healthy lifestyle, had never really been tired before. Sure, he'd been exhausted after an intense work-out or fighting a tough supervillain or rampaging monster, but never lethargic, never woken up lacking any desire to so much as get dressed let alone go out for his morning session at the gym. Hence why he was stuck on the couch, watching daytime television. I need to get up, he thought. I think if I just get some fresh air I'll feel better. With Herculean effort, Jupiter pushed himself up from the couch and shook his head clear. With determination, he put his runners on and strode out the door. He had heard of Superheroes who'd gotten slack over time, fallen prey to vices or become jaded, ending up forgotten or, worse, pitied by those they had sworn to protect. That won't be Jupiter, he thought. I'm not going to let myself fall so easily!

Corruptor was pacing in his lair. On a screen in front of him was footage of inside Jupiter's empty apartment. "The ray's clearly had an effect," he said to his lackey Glob. "I think we need to strike!" "No, no," Glob shook her head. "I keep telling you: we need to be patient! The longer you wait, the greater the effect and the easier it'll be to win." Corruptor scowled. "But how long will that be?" Glob sighed. "I don't know…" She thought for a minute and then slammed her fist into her palm, eyes bright with inspiration. "I've got it!" She rushed out of the room and into her lab, leaving a baffled Corruptor. "What? What have you got?" Corruptor vainly called out. "You have to stop running out of the room before explaining things!" Glob poked her head around the door. "I've got an idea for something that should speed up the process! I just need to run a few tests. Can you go grab me a couple of rats?" Corruptor frowned to himself as Glob shut the door again. "Why do I always get rat collection duty… I thought we agreed on a roster…"

A few days later, Justin was about to do some dusting (he'd put it off all week and had finally worked up the motivation to start), when the doorbell rang. Not expecting guests, he looked at the security camera to see a man with a large beard, sunglasses and a cap. In his hands was what looked like a pizza box. Justin opened the door. "I'm sorry, but there must be a mistake, I didn't order a pizza." "Are you sure?" the man asked. There was something familiar about the voice, but Justin's mind was a bit groggy and in his befuddlement over the pizza he let it slide. "I'm sure. I don't order take out." "Well, the address on the order form is yours." Justin looked at it. Even his name was correct. "Is this some kind of prank?" he wondered aloud. "Well, I don't want this pizza to go to waste," the guy said. "You can have it on the house as an apology for the annoyance." "Oh, no, please," Justin shook his head. "I really shouldn't." "Aw, come on," the guy smiled. "If you're on a diet, I'm sure one pizza won't hurt." The scent of the fresh pizza hit Justin's nostrils. As if his body was acting against his will, he stepped aside and let the pizza guy in. "O-OK…" Sitting down on the couch, Justin watched as the deliveryman opened the box. Before him was a pizza oozing with cheese, laden with meat and sauce. He sucked up a bit of saliva that had begun to form in his mouth. "I… uh…" "Here, try it," the deliveryman said, a hint of something darker laced his voice, but by now Jupiter was too focused on the disc of cheesy goodness to pay attention. The deliveryman pulled up a slice, its oil glistened in the light and long strands of melted cheese dangled from it. Jupiter opened his mouth, allowing the piece to be lowered into his waiting maw, and took a bite. He moaned in pleasure. "There, it's good, isn't it?" the pizza guy smiled. Jupiter didn't even acknowledge him, reaching for a second slice in such a hurry a few globules of sauce and grease dripped down onto his pristine white shirt. With a grin, the deliveryman made his exit, leaving Jupiter to enjoy himself. Outside the apartment, he pulled off his beard. "Ugh, that thing itches," Corruptor growled. "This plan better work." As he returned to his vehicle (the unoriginally-named Corruptormobile), his mobile communication device (what non-supervillains might refer to as a 'phone') rang. "So, did the plan work?" "Well, he ate the pizza, so the ultratempting smell thingy part worked. I don't know about the real part of the plan." In the lab, Glob peered into a glass enclosure wherein sat a number of fat rats. "The chemical had 100% effectiveness on the rats, so I'm pretty sure it'll reduce the metabolism of a human." "I know, but he's a superhuman." Glob flicked through her notes. "There's incredibly limited research on superhumans, and every case is unique, but I've seen reports where they've had even stronger reactions to things than a normal person, so maybe we'll be even luckier and he'll be fatter and lazier quicker than expected." Corruptor got into the seat of the Corruptormobile and turned it on. "You better hope you're right. I'll be back soon, over and out." He hung up and zoomed off down the streets.

[shalom-iamcominghome]

[blue-dream-rhapsody]

Oh my god Phoenix Wright. Fuck, I’ve missed screaming your name.

(In aggravation. Because when I press statements hoping you ask an obvious question that’ll bridge to a piece of evidence, you ask some irrelevant bullshit instead. I want to strangle you.)

[thebadasshistorian]

I didn’t take any time off work (apart from one day to attend the funeral), and idk. I wish I could. I don’t make enough money to cut back, and honestly, sometimes it’s nice to have a distraction. But writing is so difficult rn. Today I edited ten pages and then fell asleep. Then fell down a YouTube hole. I don’t have any thoughts worth having. Every night I binge comedy videos to numb my brain, otherwise I’d never fall asleep. I want to rip out my heart and give it away.

[strohller27]

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[hellooo-one-and-all]

episode one in five minutes except I'm still in the middle of part one of last season's finale, and even if I wasn't, it would still be past midnight and time to sleep. pain and suffering etc.

[fingertipsmp3]

I have an absolute perfect storm of a shift coming up in April and I can’t decide whether I should cancel it

[badlandsdeluxeedition]

hey besties guess who used her schoolwork to go out of fencing despite that not being one of the underlying reasons on why i physically emotionally and mentally cannot bring myself to go there no matter how much i try

[4giorno]

hoyo really turning me into the joker

[magistralucis]

@absolut--kurant!

[redjaybird]

[*now reads things* well i can see why a lot of those just wont work fksjdfksdj]

[leonisloresmith]

@thenecropolix I’ll be tackling your questions in two parts because I have some long answers.

My earlier doodle with Sasha and Milla didn’t have a particular context but there’s two points of contention with their relationship that develops after they (yes both of them) find out he’s not human.

The first is that Sasha is near physically defenseless when he’s not in human form. His star body is a collection of hot gases and a soul. Anything he physically interacts with is due to either his magic or his psychic abilities. It worries Milla a lot, especially since time is taking those abilities away from him.

The second is (sorry for this bummer) the unspoken fact that Sasha is going to outlive Milla, by a lot. Sasha’s a newborn by star standards. He won’t even hit star adulthood for thousands of years yet. He doesn’t exactly want to do it without her. Unfortunately, even if she could be there, a star’s life is lonely. Kinda hard to hangout when your body burns up anything that gets close.

Now’s the fun part: how do stars work?!

The first notable thing about stars in this au is that they’re living creatures. Their general lifecycle is almost identical to real life but spun a bit.

Newborn/infant stars start in their birth nebulas. At this phase they’re like Sasha is now: some hot gases and a soul. They haven’t developed a gravitational field yet, which is the key defense mechanism of adult stars. Instead they’re able to move at relatively incredible speeds and have access to a large reservoir of magic to interact with things around them.

Many infant stars will just stay in their cosmic nurseries before heading for empty deep space in search of a good place to develop their gravitational fields, but some very adventurous ones will head for an adult star’s solar system. They’ll seek out planets either interesting or populated with life to spend their infancy around before heading to deep space.

A star’s gravitational field is the defensive tradeoff a star gets in exchange for their magic. Their magical prowess diminishes as they age, restricting their movement and ability to interact with things.

I keep mentioning defensive mechanisms, what’s with that? Well, stars as a species only have one predator: …I just call them star eaters. Simply, they’re a much much smaller and faster species that live up to their name. Adult stars use their gravitational fields to throw star eaters off their “scent” and to collect assorted debris like a shield.

So here’s another question: how’d Sasha end up on Earth without knowing he’s a star? He’s a very common case of human genes beating up everything else in the genetic lottery. He had a star relative very very far down his mostly human family tree somewhere and the stars aligned (hehe) just right for the star “genes” to win the metaphorical boxing match this time. The exact specifics I can get into later, but many of the characters who aren’t human were born with the residual magic that makes them appear as such. That kind of magic tends to stick until near adulthood for many, longer for other cases.

[chiaki-c]

Woody harrelson and matthew mccounaughey being irl besties (possibly half brothers??) is once again proof that if you have a boy best friend the best thing you can do about it is channel all of that into gay on screen chemistry