#that one might just be me

[empyrean11]

if you gave him the outfit, he could pass for Christoper Reeve's Superman? My goodness, his jawline. it should be illegal.

[stil-lindigo]

lead balloon (the tumblr post that saved me)

if this comic resonated with you, it would mean the world to me if you donated to this palestinian family's escape fund.

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no creative notes because this isn't that kind of comic.

I know I don’t owe any of you anything but I still felt compelled to write about my long term absence. And I feel far enough away from the dangerous spot I was in to be able to make this comic. I have a therapist now, and she agreed that making this could be a very cathartic gesture, and the start of properly leaving these thoughts behind me. I am still, at seemingly random times, blindsided by fleeting desires to kill myself. They’re always passing urges, but it’s disarming, and uncomfortable. I worry sometimes that my brain’s spent so long thinking only about suicide that it’s forgotten how to think about anything else. Like, now that I've opened that door for myself, I'll never be able to fully shut it again. But I’m trying my best to encourage my mind in other directions. We'll see how that goes.

I am still donating all proceeds from my store to Palestinian causes. So far, I've donated over $15K, not including donations coming from my own pocket or the fundraising streams which jointly raised around $10K. In the time since I made my initial post about where this money would be going, the focus has shifted from aid organisations to directly donating to escape funds.

If you'd like to do the same, you can look at Operation Olive Branch, which hosts hundreds of Palestinian escape funds or donate to Safebow, which has helped facilitate the safe crossing and securing of important medical procedures for over 150 at-risk palestinians since the beginning of the genocide.

[hinamie]

10 years later

[avenoire]

personal headcanons :D

[mochasucculent]

Was looking at refs and since Viktor has two different leg braces I was wondering, do we think he wears them simultaneously?? The refs don't perfectly line up perspective-wise so it's hard to tell but parts of the one he wears during the Hexcore scenes look like they could maybe line up with the brace that he wears over his clothes, but also some parts really don't and look like they'd be super uncomfy. Also HOW does he take these on and off. Experts weigh in

[july-19th-club]

seriously have been thinking about this all night long. call me autistic but the fact that 90% of workplaces the point is not to get your work done and then be done doing it but to instead perform an elaborate social dance in which you find something to do even when you're done doing everything you need to do in order to show your fellow workers that you, too, are Working . because you are at Work . disgusting why cant we all agree that if there is no work immediately to be done. we just dont do anything

[pachix]

https://www.geoguessr.com/vgp/3007

[starry-bi-sky]

I am loudly pushing the batdad agenda i am loudly pushing the— DPxDC Prompt

“Woah. You look like shit."

Granted, that’s probably not the first thing Danny should be saying to the guy that just bit the curb, but in his defense; he’s not running on 100% right now either.

The man -- tall, towering, and broader than Danny is tall -- whips around on his heel, black frayed cape flaring out impressively. Danny would've whistled in appreciation, but he takes the time instead to wipe the back of his hand across his mouth, smearing the blood running from his nose across his cheek.

"Sorry." He blinks widely, not even flinching as the man with the horns zeroes in on him. "That was rude of me. I have a really bad brain-to-mouth filter; Sam says its what always gets me into trouble."

And she's not wrong either, per say. His smart mouth is what landed him in this situation -- with blood blossom extract running through his veins and cannibalizing the ectoplasm in his bloodstream. Thanks Vlad.

The man grunts at him; a short, curt "hm" that shouldn't make Danny smile, but he does because he's somewhat delirious and probably concussed. The man keeps some kind of distance, sinking towards the shadows of Gotham's alleyway like he dares to melt right into it.

If it's supposed to scare Danny, it doesn't work. Danny's never been afraid of the dark; he's always been able to hide himself in it. He blinks slowly at the mass of shadows.

"You look hurt." The shadows says, blurring together around the edges. Danny squints, and licks his lips to get the blood dripping down his chin off. Ugh, he hates the taste of blood.

"I am." He says, "My godfather poisoned me. M'dying." The agony of the blood blossom eating him from the inside out looped back around to numbing a while ago, so all he feels is half-awake and dazed.

"Hey," Danny stumbles forward towards the man, a bloodied hand reaching out to him. "You-- you're a hero, right? You're not attacking me; which is more than I can say for most costumed people I've met." Maybe it's a poor bar to judge someone at, but he's already established that Danny's not in his right mind.

The man makes no change in expression, but Danny realizes blearily that it's hard to tell with the shadows on his face. He stays still long enough for Danny to latch onto the cape -- stretchy, but almost soft under his fingers.

He looks up blearily into the whites of the man's eyes. "Can you help me? I don't-- I don't wanna die." Again. He doesn't wanna die again. He blinks slow and lizard-like. "I mean- I'll probably get to see mom and dad again, but I told them I'd at least try and make it to adulthood."

There's a clatter down the street, and Danny's ghost sense chills up his spine and leaves a bitter, ashy taste in his mouth. He immediately knows who it belongs to even before the deceptively gentle; "Daniel?" echoes down the way.

"Daniel? Quit your games, badger, Gotham is dangerous for children."

Danny's mouth pulls back, and blood spills against his tongue. "Please." He rasps, and grabs onto the shadow's cape with both hands. "Please. He's going to kill me. Please--"

"Daniel? Is that you?"

His lips part, dragging in air to plead with the darkness again. He doesn't need to, the whites of his eyes narrow, and the cape whirls around him before Danny can blink. Soon swaddled in shadows, the Night lifts him up, and steals him away.

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

PD-MDZS: The Hallmark Episode.

[gerrykeay]

im not putting this post into words. beams into your mind The Parallels

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[egophiliac]

should've just let Vil be the one to fly, it would've gone SO much easier. 😔

also HEY how are everyone else's pulls going, because I have had the most RIDICULOUS luck, seriously, halloween magic is 100% real

[cherryfennec]

Summer Times

Hi! I'm finally back from my two week abroad trip!

[theellipelli]

arent you gonna wake up sometime soon ?

[hinamie]

I don't want to regret the way I lived

[kenyummy]

you think your boyfriend has, at the very least, some form of an attachment issue.

sitting across from him at a small, cute diner as the waitress brings out your food—you both respectively take your platters and eat, making menial small talk with him as you do so.

he hums and nods along to your words, but seems rather twitchy, and glances around the room so much that you can't help but notice his strange behaviour—but even if just to save him the embarrassment, you don't say anything.

"you know—you're really far away."

he finally says, and refuses to meet your eyes by fiddling with the food on his plate.

"we're literally in the same booth," you laugh—mostly at his tone and how he tried to play it off as a "passing comment".

he eyes the space around you on the leather seat. "the table is pretty long. i can't even reach you."

as it to make a point, he tries to reach over and grab your hand, where he falls short a few inches. again, you laugh.

"you'll live."

you begin once more to talk on about anything and everything you could think of. also again, he barely responds verbally, seeming distracted by something else.

soon enough, you both finish your food and order your own small desserts. his eyes never meet the ones of the waitress—you're glad you're a good enough actor to pretend you don't notice his longing gaze on you.

as soon as the waitress leaves, he speaks once more—this time daring to look at you, "you're pretty far away."

"you already said this."

"yeah, but you're still far away."

you roll your eyes but still smile, "come on, it's just one last meal."

he doesn't respond after that. you could've sworn you saw a pout on his face.

in a few moments—he stands up suddenly, so fast that the table is rattled and you have to hold onto your dessert so it doesn't tumble off. you're about to ask what he's thinking—when you see he has his own food in his hands and he moves to your side of the table.

he takes a seat next to you, squishing right beside your body so there's barely any space between either of you.

you're about to tease him—when he takes a bite of your food and then presses a kiss to your cheek, with a cheeky smile.

"just wanted some of your food."

ISAGI , REO , aiku , bachira , chigiri , karasu , SUGAWARA , KUROO , ATSUMU , osamu , oikawa , tendou , KAMINARI , sero , MAMMON , SOLOMON , leviathan , diavolo

[writeouswriter]

People sorting ao3 solely by stats and only clicking on fics with a certain amount of kudos or comments, you will not survive the winter, nor the summer, nor at all, *brings out knife,* run