#seeing grey

[hinamie]

oversaturate

[so-i-did-this-thing]

The Sam Reich fans are finding that one selfie again, saying we look alike and have the same style, and I'm begging folks to understand that man didn't invent having a beard and wearing glasses + suits.

Gonna be a grump and blame athleisure in part for completely obliterating men's day-to-day fashion to where a sportscoat and vest are conflated for a suit, and all suits in the last 300 years have been compressed into a singular style.

Sorry, guys, I don't watch his stuff. Our styles are about 80-90 years apart. He dresses very corporate entertainer. I dress vintage country gentlemen. The vibes are nowhere near the same, I don't know how else I can tell you.

[greykolla-art]

⚠️Please don’t touch the sexy deer, it’s not flirting with you. ⚠️

I’ve got a thing for Vox being a fuckboi who keeps thinking their tension is gonna lead to hate sex. 😂

[watchingwisteria]

listen there really was just something about how in the book, snow’s 3-page descent from hesitant lover boy to deluded mfer happens entirely in his mind. lucy gray gives him no indication whatsoever that she suspects him, that she’s going to leave or betray him. he’s just sitting quietly in the cabin waiting for her to return when that seed of calculated suspicion, which he has needed to survive the capitol, takes a hold of him and chokes the life out of any goodness left inside him. it really drives home your terror as a reader that “oh my god did he kill her? did she escape? what happened to her? why would he even think that?” in a way that when the movie had to adjust for visualization it lost some of that holy shit this guy has lost it emphasis.

[swiftracer13]

Depressions

You know what is really shitty? Depressions! I don't know, but maybe some of you already guessed it, I have depressions. I have them since almost 20 years now. And it seems like many people doesn't really know what depressions are or what it feels like to have them, and they don't really understand people with depressions.

The short explanation of it is, that you aren't able to really feel positive feelings. It's like something you know that you should be happy about, like in my case, seeing my rabbits do funny stuff or just running like crazy through our backyard garden, or your favorite sports team winning even though they are the big underdog, or having fun with someone you like or is your friend. You know that you should feel happy about it, but you aren't, because somehow you can't. But you don't know why you can't feel happy about it. The worst thing is when your own family, or often also other people then tell you that you should just enjoy the little things or enjoy something. And you then tell them that you try to, but you can't. But then people doesn't understand you and make you feel like you're thinking wrong. That makes you even unhappier and gets you deeper into the depression. Because depressions also make you feel nagative things even more intense than it seems to be normal. For example, just a simple conversation that isn't going like you wished it would be going, can bring you down. Or just when something isn't quite going as planned.

But depressions aren't the same every day. Sometimes there are days or whole phases where they aren't that bad, then you can have a bit of fun and don't feel completely down and unmotivated to do anything. But there are also days or phases when those depressions are extremely bad and you could cry the entire day and are unable to do anything that you don't really want to do, and even the thing syou want to do are feeling difficult to do, and you don't do them sometimes. And you can't control it, it just happens and most of the times, you don't even know why. You don't know if there was something triggering it or not. But also sometimes you know that you smelled, tasted, felt or saw something that triggered the depression, but in those cases it's often better the next day or so. The worst thing is when your family asks you why you are feeling bad, and you tell them that you don't know, because you really don't know it. And when they then ask again, why you are feeling bad, you have to know it. Because, no matter how often they ask, I rally don't know it, and it doesn't change, it only makes it worse if you ask 10 times, instead it would maybe be better to try to cheer me up with some funny stuff or talking about things that interest me.

The completely worst thing is, that people always tell you that you aren't doing enough for almost anything. But why don't they understand that you are completely on or over your limit and it isn't possible for you to do more? That makes you feel even more like a useless bag of trash.

Another thing about depressions is, that you really (and that's not just a picture, it's really like that) see colors not as bright as they were before you had depressions, everything seems to have a slight grey filter over it. And also you are extremely stressed all the time. In my case it is that bad, that even trying to relax is stressing me. And that high stress level is also meaning that I have less motivation to do anything, because I'm simply not able to do anything too exhausting, especially mentally exhausting. Which makes people call me lazy, which brings you down again and make you feel worse, because you don't want to be lazy, but you just can't do more or better. Also the high stress level is sometimes making me say things that I don't want to say, because they may seem rude, and as soon as I said those things to someone, I feel worse again and could start crying, because I hate myself for saying that. Most of the times, I go away and hide myself in my room then and sometimes cry there. People then think I'm upset, but no I'm not, I'm just disappointed from myself and that I hurt someone and I hate myself for who I am in that moment.

And that's bringing me to the next point. I often really hate myself, I sometimes have the feeling, that the happy little boy that I was many years ago, is still there deep inside me, and that he is who I really am, but some day, someone who looks and sounds like me, but isn't me has captured him and locked him away in a cage. That's how I feel, and I can't free that little happy boy again. Sure I know that there isn't another person, I'm not schizophrenic, but that is how it feels for me, with the boy locked away by another me.

And all of that, plus that you seem completely emotionless and bored to everyone, makes it hard to find any friends, so you also feel really alone. Especially if you have anxiety and feel anxious about strangers (like I have). So I'm always glad if I at least find someone to write with over the internet, usually those people are other Swifties. (Thanks @taylorswift because without you, I wouldn't have found at least those two to three people to write. And sorry for tagging you, I always think I'm stupid to tag you, when I do.) But in the next moment, I feel sad, because I know that we won't ever see us and could really experience something together, like real friends.

And another point why I'm thankful to @taylorswift is that her music is the only thing that at least helps a tiny little bit to feel better, when my depressions are really bad. I also don't know why, but it's really only her music, that's also the reason why I'm her fan. And it's also the reason, why I really like some songs that aren't very popular among Swifties, like Me!, Shake It Off, or Stay, Stay, Stay, because those songs are sounding happy, or cheer me up with their positive sounding upbeat style, or because they are funny in general. Also it is the reason why I don't like the very popular Folklore and Evermore that much, because many songs on those albums are making me even more depressive and sometimes making me feel really bad, so I can't listen to them in bad phases.

Also something bad about depressions is, that you remember all those bad things that happened to you, but almost no good things. And even if you remember good things, they are just neutral for you. But you can't do anything about it. The weird thing is, that in july, when I got the two VIP tickets for the Eras Tour, I had a feeling that I wasn't feeling in almost 20 years, I was happy, so happy that I had tears in my eyes, and I don't know how that could happen, because I thought I'm unable to feel that way since almost 20 years, the bad thing is, that just two minutes later, we noticed that we bought the tickets, accidentially, with the wrong account and they have a name on it, so the feeling was gone forever, because there was another problem to solve. But somehow it showed me, that I still can feel happy, I just have to find out how, and I hope the Eras tour will make me happy. The only problem is, that I doubt that I will be able to go there, because of my other big health problems (the physical ones, that I described in my pinned post). It would break my heart if I won't be able to go there, because it is my dream to see Taylor live, at least one time, and I saved money since 2017 for the VIP tickets.

Another thing about depressions is, that you feel completely useless some days, or even most of the times, like you do everything wrong and can't do anything useful. And if you would ask me, what I am good at, I couldn't tell you anything, except for maybe Simracing, but that's nothing important or useful, so it doesn't count. Sure I like to make photos, but first, I'm just only a bit better than very other person, and second, my camera is 20 years old and a new one is too expensive for me.

So you see, it is a doom loop. I hope I wrote everything I wanted to write. And maybe it helps someone or helps people understand others, who have depressions, better. If you have questions about it, feel free to ask, I try to answer your questions, if they are meant seriously and also not rude.

[wolfythewitch]

Tweaking his design a little bit maybe

[newquestion]

And by that logic, Wild, Burned Grey and HEA could also speak cat.

What about the Harsh princesses? Well...

They're sukeban

Stranger can go anywhere tbh, she's Stranger

tbh idk with Nightmare, Wraith and PATD

[dcangel]

!!pjo spoilers!!

percy jackson IS morally grey, but only when it come to annabeth’s safety

[mud-muffin]

This is totally how it all happened 💗

[dcxdpdabbles]

DCxDP idea: To Be Human Again

Danny had not been human for a long time. His home dimension had long since fallen. He lost his friends and family to old age, watched their descendants rise and fall in the same way, and witnessed his Earth come to an end.

When the cosmos erupted and took the solar system he knew and loved, Danny was oddly at peace with the end. He was no longer a Halfa but a full Spirit of the Stars. Solar flares ran through his veins rather than blood, stardust decorated his skin in gently kissed freckles, and his eyes held the swirling clouds of the cosmos.

Danny had not become a ghost. He had transformed into an Ancient, commanding the prophecies, fates, and endless opportunities that all living beings could experience in their lifetimes.

He flouted through his domain, witnessing battles between Lords of Choas and Order. Planets gain life and break apart. Endless time stretching from the graveities he weaves to flouting stones.

As time passes, his name begins to fade into legends and myths, and even the ghosts that once battled with him forget their time together. They, too, can age at a much slower rate, but change comes for them. He is present for Box Lunch's birth, but when he leaves to create light in the darkness, he misses her growing up. When he returns, Box Lunch does not know him, trembling in place as she bows low like her parents.

He stares at her, wondering what he found wrong with her, until he realizes she is a young adult. Were it not for his once evil timeline, he wouldn't have known her child form. He had missed it.

His gaze falls onto the much older pair of ghosts who call him by his new title. Neither Box Ghost nor Lunch Lady show any signs of remembering his name. They greet him with his title, and act as if though that is his identifier.

How many eons had it been since he last heard someone call him Phantom? Or even Danny?

"Lord Star Weaver?" Box Lunch stammers when the giant being only continues to stare. "Is something the matter?"

"Hmm," he considers her question, wondering if his realizations upset him. It's not that he was lonely or that he missed the sound of his name. But he has spent eons in a haze focusing on his work, and now it's almost as if he was waking from a dream.

Dreams....what did those feel like again?

"Tell me, Box Lunch, are there any portals to any living Earths?" His voice booms over the Realms, echoing as if they were a part of him. Maybe they were.

Danny had not sat on his throne since his elder sister breathed her last, but he still remembered the way the Infinite Realms changed on his whims. It's where he learned to weave stars. The young woman's ghost looked startled before she gestured vaguely to a path behind her.

"Yes, sir. I regularly use the anchored portal to visit the local Earth. It's where my father was born before his death."

Danny looks down at Box Ghost before leaning toward Box Lunch's height. She is no bigger than his pupils, and she seems frozen in terror as his eyes glow with hunger. "Show me," he says.

Her parents make strangling noises, but they wouldn't dare speak against the King and Ancient of creation. They send their daughter worried tight smiles but encourage her to lead the Star Waver to the portal.

She flights for a solid hour, his large form sending every ghost into hiding as he passes. Despite not having a living heart, he knows that it beats a mile a minute within her chest as her glow flickers in uncertainty.

They arrive at the portal, a swirling green pool resting in the open mouth of a mechanical jester. Danny thinks it looks like the building of an amusement park. He remember going to one once with Sam. This had been the Funhouse, filled to the brim with trick mirrors.

The memory causes him to smile.

Lunch Box nervously moves her hands one after another, bowing at the waist and stepping to the side so Danny can consider the portal. He is much larger than the building and doubts his foot would fit inside the portal.

He should change his form.

"Here it is, Lord Star Weaver, the portal to the human-AGHHHH!" Box Lunch's words fade into a scream as two bright rings of light form around the Ancient. Fearing she had offended the being and he was planning on retaliating, she flings herself to the ground before the portal, begging for her existence.

"I will do anything!" She cries, head pressing against the glowing green stone underneath her. "Mercy, please, Lord Star Weaver."

"Anything? Then you shall be my guide in the new Earth, " a human voice says. Shocked, she raises her head only to see that the Ancient has vanished and that a human teenager with soft fluffy hair, big baby blue eyes, and the most innocent demeanor is staring back at her.

Were it not for the soul she could feel carefully folded up inside him, she would have thought him a human who stumbled through the portal.

"My....Lord?" she dares to ask, and she's rewarded with a soft smile. Honestly, the human body the Star Weaver has chosen is an odd one. It looks like a strong gust of wind could knock him over.

"Yes. Where does this portal lead?"

"Gotham," She shutters out, "The city within the United States of Earth. This portal is in te middle of a human outlaw named Joker, but humans there aren't able to see us very well so he never bothers me."

"Gotham" Danny rolls the name on his human tongue, tasting it as the sound vibrates through his bones and his heart. It's been so long since he last felt this alive, and if that was what the name could do, who knows what the city could bring him. "What a wonderful place to get lost in, don't you agree, big sister?"

"Um...I beg your pardon?" Lunch Box blinks, but he shifts her fate with a snap of his fingers. Since she had never been alive, having been a Realms born, Danny has control of her guiding star. He moved it for one that belonged to a version of herself born in the human world.

Lunch Box's body shifts into flesh and blood. Her draw drops as she stares at her human hands. Danny grins. "I'm Danny Fenotn, moving to Gotham with my older sister. Adopted, of course. Who might you be?"

She looks at him with horror and heartbreak, but what leaves her mouth is only three words: "I'm Della Fenton."

"Della." He repeats the name, nodding his head and smiling. "It's lovely."

"It was my mother's Earth name before her death, " she says in a daze, and Danny smiles, striding into the portal without a second glance.

"Come on, Della, I want to see our new home."

He steps into the portal, while she can only look out over the Realms that no longer whisper and speak to her. How could it? She was no longer a ghost. She silently apologizes to her parents, who would likely be waiting at their haunt for her, and turns away from the only home she's ever known.

She can not afford to anger the Star Weaver. If he can breathe life into her with a mere snap of her fingers, she fears what he can do to take it away.

On the other side of the portal Della finds that her King has been caught by humans, who have tied him up to a chair and a snickering clown waved a knife in his face.

His gentle smile did not leave his face even as the Joker sliced two thin lines on his cheek.

"Della" Danny calls never taking his eyes off the clown. "Is this the outlaw you spoke of?"

Human goons swarm her. She is shocked to find that they can touch her as she is thrown on the ground, only to remember she is now human. The dull ache in her chin is her new reality.

"Yes. That's the Joker," She says after getting her wits about her. One of the goons presses the heel of his foot on top of her head, slamming her back to the ground and breaking her nose. A scatter of snickers echoes through the room as Joker loudly cackles.

"That's right, little boy. I'm the Joker, and this is my Fun House. What were you two doing sneaking about here uninvited?"

There are teeth in the Star Weaver's answer, and she shivers in place, wondering how she will survive him. "Oh, I just felt like star gazing. Say, did you know your guiding star is becoming dim?"

[chloesimaginationthings]

that old mannnnn damn you draw henry so well

Shout out to Henry Emily, I love drawing him old and depressed

[hinamie]

I'll give them shelter like you've done for me

[babyjapril]

#he was so hot, steam looked cool

[captainamateur-artistt]

“I heard you're back together and if that's true

You'll just have to taste me when he's kissin' you

If you want forever, and I bet you do

Just know you'll taste me too.” 🤭🤭

[tiffanyachings]

Matching T-Shirts for You and Your Weirdly Codependent Cousin

based on this excellent post by @casgirl

[kensatou]

sid the elder statesman.... (© candice ward)

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