#screaming that he should have left

[syb-rooks]

I want to lock penny and frankie into a room and shake them until they fucking talk about their feelings

[givemeuniversalcrossovers]

OKAY RANDOM CUTE BOWUIGI THOUGHT

I've seen lots of art of bowser giving Luigi pirahna plant bouquets very dangerous very spicy there bowser considering how nippy those pirahna can be

BUT WHAT IF

Bowser gives Luigi a bouquet/flower plant pot and the pirahnas spring to life absolutely just covering Luigi in kisses just mwamwamwamwamwa because Bowser specially raised/grew/trained them to be non hostile and affectionate which leads to overly affectionate kissy plants and Bowser going "HEY" cause that's HIM boyfriend!! Too many kisses!! Tone it down! You were meant to only make one kissy sound each! Getting very upset with his trained plants because urg too affectionate go away I wanna smooch Luigi now.

So now Luigi owns this affectionate pirhanna plant which is essentially just puppy hardwiring in plant body, they wiggle their leaves vigorously and waggle their whole stems when they see him coming like excitable puppies ready to play and the worst they'll ever so is chew on his fingers sometimes and aw his plant.

[thatgirlonstage]

sometimes a show throws a scenario at you that you could see coming a hundred miles off but that in no way is gonna prevent you from going absolutely feral over it. Anyway I binged all of Link Click in like three days and I'm going to start chewing furniture about the end of S2

[andtheylive]

maureen prescott, they could never make me hate u

[mist-the-wannabe-linguist]

Random AU concept idea but listen

Henry is not found dead but is in a coma

consider:

parallels to Henry taking care of ill Victor at Ingolstadt

Victor's pride utterly curbstomped because while he has discovered the secret of life and death and can build an entire human from scratch and then give him life, he can do absolutely nothing to bring Henry back from the limbo between life and death except wait, hope and pray

and that powerlessness is absolutely agonizing

[polyamoryprincess]

I’m watching the good doctor and I’m like “hell yeah Bates Motel man, bad that he’s not autistic but good acting and stupid weird doctor show shit,” and then they’ll say something about autism and I’m like “oh no you talked to the wrongggg people.”

[acourtofquestions]

There was only darkness, and pain.

He roared against it, distantly aware of the bit in his mouth, the rawness of his throat.

Burned alive burned alive burned alive

The void showed him fire. A woman with golden-brown hair and matching skin screaming in agony toward the heavens.

It showed him a broken body on a bloody bed.

A head rolling across a marble floor.

You did this you did this you did this

It showed a woman with eyes of blue flame and hair of pure gold poised above him, dagger raised and angling to plunge into his heart.

He wished. He sometimes wished that she hadn't been stopped.

The scar on his face--from the nails she'd gouged into it when she first struck him ... It was that hateful wish he thought of when he looked in the mirror. The body on the bed and that cold room and that scream.

The collar on a tan throat and a smile that did not belong to a beloved face. The heart he'd offered and had been left to drop on the wooden planks of the river docks. An assassin who had sailed away and a queen who had returned. A row of fine men hanging from the castle gates.

All held within that slim scar. What he could not forgive or forget.

The void showed it to him, again and again.

It lashed his body with red-hot, pronged whips.

And showed him those things, over and over.

It showed him his mother. And his brother. And his father.

Everything he had left. What he'd failed. What he'd hated and what he'd become.

The lines between the last two had blurred.

And he had tried. He had tried these weeks, these months.

The void did not want to hear of that.

Black fire raced down his blood, his veins, trying to drown out those thoughts.

The burning rose left on a nightstand. The final embrace of his king. He had tried. Tried to hope, and yet--

Women little more than children hauling him off a horse. Poking and prodding at him.

Pain struck, low and deep in his spine, and he couldn't breathe around it, couldn't out-scream it- White light flared. A flutter. Far in the distance.

Not the gold or red or blue of flame. But white like sunlight, clear and clean.

A flicker through the dark, arcing like lightning riding through the night ...

And then the pain converged again.

His father's eyes--his father's raging eyes when he announced he was leaving to join the guard.

The fists. His mother's pleading. The anguish on her face the last time he'd seen her, as he'd ridden away from Anielle. The last time he’d seen his city, his home. His brother, small and cowering in their father's long shadow.

A brother he had traded for another. A brother he had left behind.

The darkness squeezed, crushing his bones to dust.

It would kill him.

It would kill him, this pain, this ... this endless, churning pit of nothing.

Perhaps it would be a mercy. He wasn't entirely certain his presence-- his presence beyond made any sort of difference. Not enough to warrant trying. Coming back at all.

The darkness liked that. Seemed to thrive on that.

Even as it tightened the vise around his bones.

Even as it boiled the blood in his veins and he bellowed and bellowed-- White light slammed into him. Blinding him.

Filling that void.

The darkness shrieked, surging back, then rising like a tidal wave around him--

Only to bounce off a shell of that white light, wrapped around him, a rock against which the blackness broke. A light in the abyss.

It was warm, and quiet, and kind. It did not balk at the dark. As if it had dwelled in such darkness for a long, long time--and understood how it worked. Chaol opened his eyes. Yrene's hand had slipped from his spine.

[ectonurites]

almost 4am can't stop thinking about the meaning of the idiom 'to have blood on [someone's] hands'—to be responsible for a person's death—combined with the fact that Zach is the one we are specifically shown with Daryl's actual blood on his hands (once for real and once in a dream)... Not Josh who had been holding the sword Daryl fell onto, but Zach who took the sword out.

[scarecrowdrugs]

Me: I need to be very careful with Scream Queen's costume design because I need it to be very clear that she's working on a tight budget and is very inexperienced compared to other vigilantes in Gotham. It needs to actually be practical as well as intimidating.

Also Me: I should put claws on her gloves because it looks dope as fuck and it'd be really cool for climbing on buildings and shit. No, I absolutely won't think about the logistics about where she managed to afford a strong enough material to let her actually climb walls.

[tardis--dreams]

I actually realized i hate work. Won't be putting any effort into this anymore ♡

[claitea]

local 20 year old almost gets teary eyed over a mario game

[jvzebel-x]

🦋

[ironhusband]

Thinking about Erik snapping at Charles with “well maybe you should have fought harder for them” and the pain in his eyes when Charles told him they didn’t want the same things.

[heart-bones]

I have been here one full day and I am already ready to go back to my apartment why am I like this 🙃

also please lord tell me what have I eaten that has completely ruined my stomach, I feel like I've been nauseous since I got here 😫

[squirmydonnie]

Vent: TW: ( disordered eating in tags.) (probably)

i wish I would have stayed up stairs and had eaten the cake my Grandma made for me.

It's what I wanted all day.

Now I can't.

[steelycunt]

aus where r/s have a kid are a little strange to me sorry. because well s okay i sort of get it but r? what about that man makes you think he would a) want a child b) be a good father to one. be real