#returning from the dead to post this

[lazarushound]

have not been able to get this out of my head for days

[zacharie070]

Recently finished TMA and I can’t get Micheal Hands out of my head

[pomeg-glitch]

office pride? in the gay people podcast?? impossible

[fanofspooky]

Scream King - Vincent Price

[flammablefaerie]

Bros playing the guitar

[ew-selfish-art]

DP x DC AU: Danny desperately wants to find the explosion guy. Tim is really good at covering his tracks... he didn't account for ghosts.

The explosions make it onto TV as purported terror activity and most people haven't heard of that part of the world much less ever given a second thought to care about it. The only real reason it gets reported on has something to do with the Justice League and... Danny knows too much.

He's been in training for Clockwork's court (which he's suspicious of- feels like kingly duty bullshit- but Danny is playing along out of curiosity for now) and he's learned a lot about how the living and non-living worlds collide. That means learning about CW's usual suspects- one of which just happened to have a ton of bases around the area Danny was seeing on the news.

It didn't take long for Danny to try to piece together that whoever blew up Nanda Parbat was trying to fuck with the League of Shadows, and was doing it successfully. Less green portals in the world the better, same goes for assassins. But it gets Danny thinking... Maybe he can employ similar tactics on the GIW Bases that keep spawning on the edges of Amity Park. It would at least set them back while he and his friends navigated the help line desk to request Justice League intervention. None of them can leave Amity Park, so outreach is going to have to be creative.

So Danny figures he'll just find the guy. Call up some ghosts who were there, or er, came from there and get a profile and track him down. But the ghosts keep saying it was The Detective. Annoying!

Danny goes full conspiracy theory, gets Tucker and Sam involved, and begrudgingly asks Wes Weston his thoughts.

He hadn't expected Wes to garble out a thirty minute presentation (that had 100 more slides left to go before he cut it off) about how Batman totally trained with a cult and so did his kids. Danny kind of rolled his eyes but... hey, new avenue of searching in the Infinite Realms at least.

The ghosts confirm that Bombs is for sure not Batman's MO- But maybe his second kid would know? The second kid was already brought back to life though, so no way to easily reach him... Danny starts to realize that this might be the work of a Robin now. Wasn't the red one known for solving cold cases? (Sam provides this information- its a social faux pas to not know hero gossip at Gotham Galas- everything she's learned is against her will).

It all comes to a head when Danny goes about the hard task of opening a portal for the guy to come through at just the right time, explain the infinite realms so he doesn't panic and then describe what the fuck was going on with the GIW. It takes months, just over a full year, of random (educated guesses) portal generating- Finally, Red Robin drops into the land of the dead.

"So, you're the guy I've got to talk to about explosions right?" Danny enthusiastically asks.

Tim thinks he's died and landed in the after life following 56 hours of being awake and plummeting off the side of a building into a Lazarus pool. Nothing makes sense about the kid in front of him.

"Yeah, I got a guy for munitions." Tim answers cooly.

"How do you feel about secretly sanctioned government operations that violate protected rights?"

"Gotta get rid of 'em some how. Need me to point you in the right direction?" This might as well be happening.

[s0fter-sin]

ghost stares at the ceiling, chest heaving in a harsh pant; sweat ice on his clammy flesh and soaked into the sheet he restlessly kicks away.

ears still ringing, his fingertips blindly drift down to trail along his vivisection scar. he half-expects blood to smear in their wake. his own line of solomon, who ordered him split in twain; half of him given to a grieving mother and half left with the grieving to be.

just for both his broken halves to be rejected.

what did it make him that his mother grieved him more than she loved him? that she begged to be relieved of him more adamantly than she begged to receive him? why did his worth spill out with his drawn blood? why was his pain lesser than hers?

his hand flexes, digging into the raised scar like it’ll part beneath his fingertips to plunge into his mangled insides. no one knows the cruelty of reforming the halved; his name, his being, not nearly as important as his body when he was stripped from himself. no one knows the pain of healing and understanding losing pieces of yourself means losing your value along with them.

how many more pieces did he have to lose before he was halved once more? before his very presence incurred grief so strong it was better to be rid of him than cradle his bloodied remains?

did the infant fight himself? did he age always at odds with himself; his halves never truly whole? he hopes he wasn’t, that he was spared the loss of self; the fear that one may be welcomed over the other.

who will he lose when the inevitable comes? when he’s ripped apart again? simon? or ghost? is it better to be cursed with choice just like his mother or live with an aftermath chosen for him? does it matter if in the end, he convinces himself there was nothing of him left to lose?

his head lolls to the side and the wild buck of his chest slows. he watches johnny beside him, his face lax with the rare peace of sleep; his cheek squished against the pillow, his lips pursed as long breaths escape him.

johnny. soap. never torn asunder but two all the same.

he carefully reaches out and ghosts his fingers along the jagged scar on his chin. even in sleep, he presses into his bloodied touch. he’s never fled his half-flesh, never shies away from his gore as it spills unbidden from his cleaved torso. he holds on where his mother let him go; cups his stomach to hold his insides in place and never minds the blood that drips through his fingers.

simon will never let him become his own solomon and cannibalise himself. he will never let him question which half of him has more value; which pieces he can afford to lose before he’s cast aside.

ghost’s soap. simon’s johnny. his.

whole, in any incarnation.

[gingermintpepper]

So, about Hyacinthus and Apollo -

[thenightblogcometh]

Reservoir Dogs 25th Anniversary Screening (x) (x)

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[amy-rose-warrior]

How awesome would it be if Shadow killed Tom I'm so serious. What better way to establish Shadow as the threat and put Shadow and Sonic on equal footing both at once. Sonic isn't a stranger to loss, Longclaw's death is the first thing we see in the movie one, but that happened years ago. Not to mention all of these "you've found your family" lines in the trailers does seem to lean more towards the idea that Sonic has moved on from Longclaw's death, plus he already had his "we're the same" moment with Knuckles last movie. Maria's death feels a lot more recent for Shadow, and wouldn't it just hit a lot harder for both Sonic and the audience for that loss to parallel Shadow's to be a character we've been getting to know for two movies, who has been a huge part in Sonic's development, especially as the first person he got close to after Longclaw's death?

Sonic in the movies is so distinctly different from his game counterpart, as well. Game Sonic has been pushed to his limits time and time again and his ideals have never wavered. Movie Sonic is relatively new to the whole hero gig. Obviously Sonic wants to stop Shadow and save the world, Sonic loved Green Hills even before Tom shot him with a tranquilizer. How far exactly does stopping Shadow go, though, for an unexperienced Sonic grappling with that kind of loss with the rest of his family on the line? When does it stop being about protecting the people he loves and about hurting the people who hurt him? Is this Sonic, in his darkest moment, any better than Shadow?

If the theory about Tom's father or grandfather once being in GUN is true, that opens an entirely new can of worms for Shadow. This is his revenge at the tamest level. Shadow did to Sonic what GUN did to him. Amy isn't here to knock some sense into him, so something has got to get through his skull that maybe mass murder is wrong. It would be interesting to see Shadow parse through something like that, at least.

[adharastarlight]

sirius: quick! you're losing blood! whats your type?

remus: A positive???

sirius: no not blood type, i know that moron, whats your type

remus: YOU KNOW MY BLOOD TYPE!?!

[smeagles]

now turn away

[dragonita-arts]

I don't know how to sew or make plushies, but I wanted to draw this idea for what my ideal Death's Head Hawkmoth plush would look like if it existed. (Squeaker like its irl counterpart included)

[fanofspooky]

Horror movies of the 1980s

[pumpkinrootbeer]

just so you know I'll never recover from the ending of magi like yeah in general it left me devistated but Jafar's final appearance being him back in the sindria robes still with this just steadfast never ending belief in a man who he devoted his life to and who then in return betrayed him on such a fundamental level. like im gutted.

[ectolights]

Most embarrassing thing I've ever done at work

So I work at a museum. My main job is to walk around the various floors and be available for guests to ask questions. I was super tired today and the museum wasn't busy, so I was having a hard time staying awake. So much so that I literally started sleepwalking around the floor... and then I walked smack dab into the metal railing around one of the exhibits. Whacked myself right in the gut. Bent over double like a cartoon character. Bruised my torso and my ego. I'm just thankful it happened in one of the few spots that's off camera and that there weren't any witnesses