#the emotional damage

[ahbogman]

fates intertwined

[sittinginbushes]

gelphie quotes #15 As she strode through the forecourt of Colwen Grounds, she crossed paths once again with Glinda. But both women averted their eyes and hurried their feet along their opposing ways. For the Witch, the sky was a huge boulder pressing down on her. For Glinda it was much the same. But Glinda wheeled about, and cried out, “Oh Elphie!” The Witch did not turn. They never saw each other again.

[zoe-creates]

More WIP 😇

[wynandcore]

Thinking Able thoughts imagine you’re on your way back to the garage after delivering a package or something and you look at the news and BAM your friend’s dead??? He got killed while you were out??? What the fuck??

[noodlesnatcher]

Day 17: Bad Boys >:)

[crowned-as-king]

hi its your local martin blackwood appreciator here to tell you i just finished mag 170 today :D

if you have questions i will be under the kitchen table curled up in a ball with my endless supply of hot cocoa

[triviareads]

the blond-on-blonde violence in Honey Cut is REAL

[many-gay-magpies]

FUCKKKKKK NOT CLARA’S THEME PLAYING WHEN BILL ASKS THE DOCTOR TO IMAGINE WHAT IT WOULD FEEL LIKE IF SOMEONE DID THIS TO HIM (WIPED HIS MEMORIES). AND THEN THE DOCTOR CHANGES HIS MIND AND LETS BILL GO. GOD FUCK

[itsfairly]

start writing those actor! au people, i don’t think the disney x jjk ships are gonna be enough…

[otomelavenderhaze]

[gay-mooshrooms]

I haven't even seen Good Omens but the sheer amount on my dash is A. making me really want to watch it. And B. making me really NOT want to watch it.

[thewolfisawake]

It was a probably an amazing display going on. The weaves and blows threaded by the trajectory of bullets. Only the swift strike knocking a devastating puncture into a harmless graze. The only sense of having successfully missed harm were the explosions of frost and lightning against the forcefields keeping the audience safe. Or the ricochet of the bullets themselves.

It had to be something since Crowe was taking it seriously. Which he never does unless it was a mission. But while his eyes took in the entire scene, his focus lie on the opponent. And he had to wonder if he'd stepped into a graveyard coming here. As it was the second ghost that wandered onto the scene.

Like the first there was a hold it put onto his heart. It threatened to suffocate his heartbeat as he saw the silver-laced hair that he had once compared to the moonlight. And the intent pink eyes went to pierce his wild beating heart as if to put it out of its misery.

He hadn't been there on that fateful day but his departure had been no less devastating. It was almost like a prelude to tragedy. He recalled the screaming and pleading from downstairs. Most of it from his dad who never raised his voice and was cool as the moonlit waters. The intense grip of his lolo, trying to usher both him and Keahi from the argument leading to being sent to their rooms. The eerie quiet that eventually descended...and the quiet open to his room.

The subdued tone spoken to him that his childish brain hadn't even thought of. What he had heard was of the man 'needing to go.' But that wasn't strange. It wasn't unheard of. So he had asked his usual question 'when are you gonna come back?' And how he wasn't ready for the heartbreak of hearing 'I'm not.' His father wasn't the only one that screamed and pled that night. But it didn't stop the departure. And sure enough, he never saw him again. At least until this moment. Despite the time that had passed and becoming who he was...in a whisper the name rolled off as if he was a child again.

"Uncle Jas..."

[griffin-ktb]

[factual-flittermouse]

Bruce: Dick, what’s this I’m hearing about you trying to send Tim to Arkham?

Dick: For the last time, I NEVER said that!

Tim: As good as!

Bruce: *disappointed dad voice* Really chum, I can’t believe you would tell your brother such a thing.

Dick: I didn’t! I just suggested therapy!

Tim: *scoffs* Yeah, in METROPOLIS.

Bruce: *Gasps*

Jason: *Gasps*

Damian: *Betrayed*

Alfred: *Too proper to gasp so loudly, but almost fumbles his antique feather duster*

Dick: Oh come on, it’s not that bad! It’s close, it’s relatively safe, and their PHDs are less likely to go rogue.

Jason: *Cover’s Damian’s ears as he backs them both out of the room, still loudly gasping in offense like the theater kid he is at heart*

Bruce: I’m not mad, I’m just disappointed.

[lanschpaket]

SHUT THE FUCK UP DDDDDD:

[bookishnewt]

Answering Leo’s question for no reason other than pure amusement; His spirit was breaking apart and yanked into the past/different timeline where the Kraang lost.

Part 7!

…….I’m sorry?

Part 1