#so I’ll forgive him

[sunflour39]

They turned Monty back into a bird. That’s so sad

[panties-on-boys]

the quote “everything i’ve ever let go of has claw marks in it” but it’s richie breaking down outside of neibolt screaming eddie we have to help him he’s still in there eddie eddie eddie

[kindlingkeen]

you know those instances when the pain of losing someone is too much and you consider forgetting them altogether? that, but Bruce chooses NOT to forget. instead, he'd rather remember Jason incorrectly. gaslighting himself is his coping mechanism. it's literally the opposite of honoring the dead

Oh, anon, you are really tugging on my heartstrings with this one. I completely agree. Honestly, to me, Bruce’s response to Jason’s death is unforgivable (not the immediate grief, but the way he rewrote the narrative). He destroyed Jason’s legacy, the piece him that should have lived on forever. Fifteen year old Jason Todd hardly had a chance to make a mark on the world. As Robin, he made a difference, he gave everything he had to making Gotham a better place, to standing up for people who didn’t have anyone else behind them. The public didn’t (couldn’t) know about Robin’s death, so the only keepers’ of that memory, of that legacy, was Jason’s family. And for completely selfish reasons, Bruce didn’t just obliterate it, he tarnished it beyond recognition. And he spread that poison to the next generation. As you said, it’s the opposite of honoring the dead.

To me, the true tragedy of Jason’s story is not that he died, that Batman didn’t save him, that he was a collateral damage in Batman’s crusade, that even after he came back begging for his Dad to choose him he still lost, that ultimately his death meant nothing. It’s that his father, the person that was supposed to love him most in life, made it so his life meant nothing. It’s heartbreaking.

I will never understand how dc decided to go from these two boys who loved each other so much (Batman #383):

To a father, who, almost in the same breath, could say his son was responsible for his own death (Batman Hush):

And then turn around and claim his son knew how much he loved him:

To a father, who claimed his son was nothing more than rage (Batman 614).

and recklessness (Detective Comics 790).

That is tragedy.

[crystallizsch]

IAN WAKE UP

GOOD MORNFIGN??? iT’S 5AM IMSMSJSBIS

JAMILSHWHS HES SJSBWWKE

P .

PARDON MY FRENCH hHU. WHAT THE UFKC

iM SORRYYY????? WHAGT IS WRONF WITH HIM HES DANCING WITH SKEELTONS NOW???

tHis SKELETON. ME. THIS IS ME I’M DEAD DECEASED ROTTING JAW GAPING OPEN EYES HOLLOW IM DEAD GONE IN JAMILs ARMS

AND SEEING THE ROPE IM ASSUMING HE GRABBED A HANGING SKELETON AND DECIDED TO DANCE WITH IT??? GOODBYe. HES SO MESSED UP

ANYWAUS HELP ME HIS SINGULAR (1) FANG AND THE WAY HES LOOKDINHDH I WANT TO BSBSVESIOSXONXNXAKM PINCH HIM

SOMEOWBE COME PICK ME UP OR I FEAR YOU’LL FIND ME ON THE NEWS

[4ddi3addie2005]

Dr. Habit doodles n a demo of my Smilesona!! :-)

[frecklenog]

rewatching destiny is so funny but it also HURTS !!!!!!!!! jay has to hear his dad say he’d kill the destiny gang members, which includes little destiny, and i’m sure that finn would be understanding of jay and ld’s relationship but naturally since they’ve kept it a secret finn doesn’t fucking know and it clearly upsets the poor kid ,,, crying throwing up

[buddiedaydreamer911]

here i am, walking through my department and getting my work done while thinking about the hospital scene they dropped.

then i’m thinking about how i’m working until 10pm so ill be missing the episode live and can only finish it once i finish my shift.

then i’m thinking…… oh no….. am i….. tommy??😳

finishing shift before 🤝 finishing shift before

seeing buck in hospital seeing buck in episode

[skoulsons]

When I got my first job at 16, I was suffering with severe depression and suicidal ideation of all kinds. I was a shell of a person that hated and dreaded every waking moment of my life. Every breath felt like a waste of time

During my days of training, I was blessed with incredible coworkers that brought me out of socially anxious shell and really showed me the fun of working in the industry. One of these people is a family member of mine, though not related by blood

I didn’t know him then. We probably said “hi” to each other once or twice at a family gathering and maybe had one awkward side hug since he joined the family. That was the extent of it

But through work, I attached myself to him. He became my comfort. Who and what I looked forward to every shift. I was a stupid, depressed teen who swore like a sailor, and yet he, in his abounding grace and love, showed me those qualities every shift. There was equal amounts of teaching as there was snark, playful insults, and remarks. He made me laugh enough in one shift that set me for the week

It’s been quite a few years since I was that age, of that mentality, and since we’ve worked together as coworkers. Tonight, he sat beside me at a Christmas Eve party as a tease, and we laughed a lot. We threw toys at each other, shared half a brain cell, and laughed so, so hard at each others antics

He has no idea the extent that 16 y/o me loved and treasured him. He probably still doesn’t, and I don’t know if I’ll ever tell him. But boy is it sweet to hear his laugh and to eat Christmas ham beside him and know that his presence was something that I owe a little bit of my life to

[doll-elvis]

I’m just having one of those days…

(crying over a man I never met because I miss him)

[mammomlette]

thinking about how Belphie’s situation in s1 is so Blackbird (the song) coded

(Because I never stop thinking of lesson 16 and Belphie in season1 I could go on a word rampage about that arc.)

warnings: SPOILERS FOR LESSON 16 OBEY ME lesson 16 is its own warning guys

Notes: I basically just rewrote the s1 Belphie plot line. That’s it. It’s basically the exact same but written narratively lol. Also!! I plan on writing part 3 of the obey me as soulmate tropes (barb and dia are already done) but Solomon’s part is giving me such a creative block for some reason so it’s taking a while! Sorry!

Constructive criticism welcomed :)

“Blackbird singing in the dead of night,”

Shouts for help echoed through the hallways of the House of Lamentation. Why did it seem nobody but you (and the man who tried stopping you from approaching the attic, Lucifer) could hear them?

You snook your way around the house, trying to avoid the stars visible from Lucifer’s doorway and other places you’ve seen him roam at night. Even if he was distracted listening to Levi’s TSL vinyl, you didn’t want to risk it. You were determined to go up to the attic and listen to the voice shouting for you to please help, so you could free whatever may be trapped up there or at least hear it out.

You thought for a moment his calls for help sounded akin to a blackbird singing a morning’s song, though there are no mornings in the eternal darkness of the devildom; only the dead of night forever.

“Take these broken wings and learn to fly,”

You carefully made your way up the stairs, “MC, finally, no one is going to stop you. Now’s your chance to climb the stairs.” How did this voice know your name? More importantly, why are they asking you for help? What got them up there in the first place?

Your internal questions halted when you finally came face to face with the person behind the caged door of the attic. He never said his name, however he did ask you for help, and who were you if not humane? You’re here as a human, after all. He instructed to you to make pacts with the six demon brothers, starting with Beelzebub, in order to gain the power to free him. Your heart hurt for the poor human who claimed to have been locked away for so long they’ve forgotten who they are and how long exactly they’ve been locked away.

Make pacts with my brothers, learn to set me free.

“All your life, you were only waiting for this moment to arrive.”

Belphie has been waiting for so long, months now spent just sitting in the same room, air long turned stale. He could tell you exactly how many boards were on the floor and cobwebs were in the corners of the room. Of course, his brother had to lock him away. Of course, his brother chose Diavolo’s rule over his own little brother.

Finally, after so long, there was finally something. A human no less, who had finally managed to enter the attic. If it had to be a human who would save him, so what?

He had been waiting so long for this moment to arrive. A moment to be free again, and even a moment to seek revenge.

“Blackbird singing in the dead of night,”

All Belphie heard at night now was the voice of this human. It’s strange how much comfort its grown to bring him, given his plan. But the voice of his brothers and his dead twin would be much more comforting to hear, and his sister was a much more comforting presence.

He knows he won’t miss you when you’re gone, or else he just wouldn’t go through with it, he just wouldn’t continue to manipulate you into working to free him just for him to kill you. But he will miss the routine of having a concerned voice chirping at him in the dead of night while everyone else is asleep. He’s sure Beel will suffice.

“Take these sunken eyes and learn to see,”

At last the moment came, you had finally freed him, even if you weren’t there when the cage opened, he knows it was you. Had you finally made a pact with Lucifer? Is that why he’s free? Credit given where credit is due, you were surprisingly competent for a human. It’s a shame the fate that befalls you. The fate Belphie has the power of stopping, but chooses not to.

Your eyes were so tired he noticed in the brighter lighting of purgatory hall. Sunken and tarnished by dark bags. Was this the result of your late night visits to the attic? Had you just been working too hard? Who knows, I’d rather, who cares? Any pity he felt, he swallowed down and it was quickly drowned by his seething and growing hatred for your kind. Maybe in another life, he and Lilith would be sneaking down into the human world to watch you and your kin, but not anymore. You can’t teach him to see humans as more than vermin.

“All your life, you were only waiting for this moment to be free.”

A humans life is always only building up to death. It’s what every human spends their life anticipating, waiting for the sweet relief or curdling torture of death. Would you feel dread in your last moments? Perhaps irony? He never could grow fond enough of you to change his plans, but you did plant an invasive seed of interest in him. He hates how he wants to understand you now more than ever, how does the human mind and spirit face death? Are you different from the countless other humans he’s killed? Are you more accepting?

It’s sad to say that the only regret he has from killing you is not making it last long enough for you to express your final thoughts to him. If only he had dragged your death out longer, given you time and air to carefully pick out your last words, maybe even a last emotion shared just with him. The thought of wanting to be the one to see your dying face, hear your dying thoughts and feel your dying senses feels quite intimate for a murderer and the murdered. Maybe in another life you weren’t unfortunate enough to be born as a human. In another life, he thinks. He dwells on the ‘ifs’ too often.

It’s only natural for humans to die. They wait their entire life for that moment of freedom, really he gifted you by killing you while you were still well loved by those around you, his brothers. Oh, his brothers will be mad… they’ll get over it, in time. They can’t love you enough to stay mad at their sweet little brother, right?

[judebelllngham]

[antaripirate]

holland checking his doorbell camera after telling the small ginger antari that he doesn’t want to be friends for the 392828th time:

[melloeyed]

He definitely whimpers

(Art belongs to David Near)

[soullessjack]

dean and his son who he clearly “hates” and “never cared about.” clearly

[notmerridew]

Drawing One Piece characters in order of appearance (until i give up)

0 - 6

[larphis]

I know the brainrot is strong but I really can’t shake the idea that Ed&Stede are gonna get married - whether it’ll be in this season or the next.

Because… just imagine if they’d keep the wedding toppers that Ed stole.

(I mean Stede would probably cry out of the sheer wave of emotions that would hit him as soon as he’d find out about them… come on, the guy couldn’t even decide on a flag and instead hung all of his crew’s designs up like a dad who pins his kids’ drawings to the fridge)

And eventually there would be a parallel shot of the time Ed stole them from the straights to “current day” where the painted versions are sitting on a brand new wedding cake and as the camera zooms out we see them at an improvised altar on the Revenge, holding hands and smiling like the goofy head-over-heals in love idiots that they are.