#the boy is deadly

[risestarkiss]

Rise Ramblings #325

So, we also know that this boy is bad at basketball.

Like, really bad.

Yeah, th-that was just terrible.

But, it made me think.

How is this ninja scientist so bad at this game? It’s just hand-eye coordination, after all.

I mean...

His shots aren't terrible, but they just bounce right off the hoop/backboard. It's almost as if he's aiming at a target-

So, wait. What’s the difference between basketball and pizza darts?

...the arc. Arcing the ball requires a light hand. In other words, it requires restraint.

I believe, that Donatello has great aim, but is terrible at restraint because, when he tries to toss something, it misses the mark.

But, when he throws something...

it’s deadly.

[illbegottenfaith]

theodore nott + mattheo riddle incorrect quotes insp

[homefryboy]

Today I feel…

[charlietheepicwriter7]

Danny ends up a doctor like his parents, just not the type of doctor they were expecting.

Danny becomes an archeologist.

He couldn't help it! Most of his friends were dead people, some from as far back as ancient Mesopotamia! He automatically knew every dead language by virtue of being a ghost! The way his friends talked, he wanted to know more about their lives. So he goes looking and makes a name for himself.

He becomes a well known archeologist. As a grad student, he works for the Drakes, even babysitting their son, Tim. He goes to Janet's, and later Jack's, funeral, offering to take Tim in, which the boy is grateful for but declines in favor of a bio-uncle. Eventually, Danny discovers the remains of an ancient cult in the Middle East.

Ra's learns that the remains of the original League of Shadows has been uncovered by a group of archeologists. Originally visiting the dig site to ensure the group doesn't discover any traces of the modern-day League, he finds himself intrigued by the young Dr. Fenton leading the dig. He's smart and bright and the first person in 400 years that can speak Ra's birth language. He becomes fond of the good doctor, even more so when he discovers that Danny's a conservationist and is skilled with a Xiphos (all Pandora's doing). How strange that their spars often end up with them retreating to Danny's tent to be alone...

And then Danny invites Tim Drake to visit, worried about the boy being a teen CEO with no breaks. Tim agrees.

[geckoodles]

Doodle prompt part 1/2: Draal enjoying himself a good TV wrestling match.

[girllblogging777]

°•*⁀➷ 𝑐𝑟𝑖𝑠𝑝 𝑎𝑢𝑡𝑢𝑚𝑛 𝑚𝑎𝑡𝑐ℎ // my 1k celebration

╰┈➤ mattheo riddle

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

♡ the definition of “i can fix him”

♡ you two were paired up against your will for a potions project, and he acted all annoyed and nonchalant at first

♡ but after spending time with you outside of classes, he understood you weren’t like anyone else he’d ever met

♡ you always validated his feelings, never said anything bad about him or his reputation. you just treated him like a normal person

♡ and he enjoyed it. he enjoyed the way you’d tease him about messing up the potion, or how you’d actually listen to his silly suggestions of adding random ingredients in it

♡ and within a couple of months, mattheo riddle was down bad for you

♡ so, when winter came around, he found himself taking part in all sorts of activities he never thought he’d do

♡ ice skating ? building snowmen ? watching those hallmark movies you love so much ? you name it, he’ll follow you. after all, he wouldn’t wanna lose the best thing he’s ever had

♡ on your newly established weekly dates in hogsmeade, he’d make fun of you for ordering matcha instead of hot chocolate “seriously, love ? it tastes like grass !”

♡ and even though he always makes fun of you and your completely random interests, he always listens and remembers about them

♡ which is why, on christmas day, you’d wake up to find a basket filled with everything you’ve ever mentioned to him

♡ a trinket of that cute animal you told him was your favorite, the new book of a series you read, all sorts of beauty products that were your favourite scent, that piece of jewellery you had eyed the previous week at the store

♡ you ask, he delivers.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

a/n : sorry for not making this too personalised, but i got wayyy too much requests and there’s no way i could think of 40+ scenarios… i did try to make it accurate to what i got, so i hope you’ll like it !

[annemarieyeretzian]

trinket’s face at percy and vex holding hands is fucking killing me

[meliodasmeatpie]

melizabeth stuffs i did

[nottriddlethis]

um

hello

HAVE YOU SEEN THIS YET

[junewild]

Watching Sam & Brennan talk about the beauty of frivolity, of adults playing silly games just as seriously as they fight to survive, and... yeah. There are some things that keep us alive, and there are some things that make life worth living, and I think games are one of those things that fall into both categories. Games make our lives better and they make us better at being alive. I think that's pretty cool.

[stqrgirlie0]

‘It’s okay to love them both, I did I do’~ Katherine Pierce Me🙋🏻‍♀️

#i NEED them both🙇‍♀️🧎‍♀️

[terrytheboxwithlimbs]

i love monty's teenage angst. he makes sarcastic snipes at esther and wears band t shirts. his eye roll game is impeccable. i bet he paints his nails black and reads sad poetry.

he also says wheee! out loud when he swings. these two facts can and do coexist.

[illbegottenfaith]

theodore nott + mattheo riddle incorrect quotes pt. 2 insp

[strawsojuberry]

[ivyllamauwu]

I had to I’m sorry 😭 I was so conflicted on what text to use but alas I settled on that one.

[sthilarions]

X-Men-inspired AU where the boys are still ghosts, but they were killed (in part) for being mutants

(hate crimes are most likely to occur at the intersection of multiple oppressive axes, of course)

Edwin was killed before the Atomic Age when mutants were not yet publicly known, but his peers certainly knew he was strange, uncanny, too graceful and too flexible, too sensitive, hilariously easy to make jump with loud noises, and they knew when his ears started to grow points and his eyes turned smoldering red that it would be even more hilarious to push all their jokes about him being a demon-freak a little further.

The first time he teleported was out of the hands of the boys holding him down, but it was too late; Sa’al already owned his soul and it delayed his death by barely moments.

His body in Hell has the pointed ears and red eyes, but his ghost form, under his control, does not.

Edwin did not tell Charles that he had been killed for his sexuality, in another universe; in this universe, he tells him about neither that nor his mutation, lets Charles believe the quirks he can’t fully hide (the sensitivity to sound, the slightly-too-much-grace, the flexibility at his wrists) are just Edwin being Edwin. He doesn’t have the words for it, at first, anyway, knows only that he started becoming demonic even before going to Hell.

Charles does know the words. All of the words - mutie, genejoke, genefreak. Has heard them over and over, since he first gave his mum a delicate pink mushroom that he grew from his hand, and his dad saw and asked and Charles didn’t know yet not to tell. He learned.

He learned, very well, but when his mates started kicking that kid, and he started punching them off, the clearing filled with what he later learned was Amanita virosa, the Destroying Angel, and it was a little too late to keep his mouth shut, then.

After he figured out what the Destroying Angel had been, there was a pit in his stomach that never quite left at the fear that some idiot St. Hils kid had tried one at some point in the years after he left and before he went back and burned them all up. Just half of an Amanita virosa cap is plenty to kill.

Edwin was the first person he told mostly of his own will, because he was pretty sure Edwin wasn’t real anyway, and also Edwin had probably seen the amanita and definitely saw the mold that crept up the attic walls as Charles died.

Controlling fungi doesn’t come in as handy as you might think, as a ghost detective, especially since it doesn’t seem to work on magical mushrooms. (He apologized to Edwin for not being able to stop Teeth Face over and over. The one fucking time his mutation could have actually been a good fucking thing, and he was useless.)

Crystal initially assumed Edwin was being a dick to her because he was old and being bigoted about her psychic mutation. Edwin pointed out, to little effect, that bigotry about psychic mutations hadn’t even been invented yet when he died.

The Cat King forced the truth out of his mouth with a golden spell, and then looked at Edwin’s crimson eyes with his own yellow ones and called them beautiful, and it hit something, in Edwin, that he didn’t know how to process.

When Edwin was taken to Hell for the second time, his pointed ears and red eyes came back, again, as his control over his form was ripped away, and he still doesn’t understand how Charles knew it was him and not a demon badly imitating him. But Charles assumes he must have been somehow warped temporarily by Hell, and leads him out with scarcely a word about it. Edwin could have never said anything, and the silence would have been unbroken, both agreeing never to mention it again just as they haven’t for the last 34 years, but -

But Edwin confesses his love on the steps of Hell wearing his own skin for the first time in decades. And Charles’s fingertips brush against the sensitive points of his ears, and Charles looks into the ember-red of his eyes as though they don’t burn. And he finds that somehow, as much as he has always hated it, as much as he has always associated it with death and hatred and pain and Hell and damnation, he can’t bring himself to shrug his natural form off when he gets back to Earth.

Crystal’s eyes bug out, but she doesn’t say anything until after it’s all over, when she punches him quietly in the arm and mutters that he could have just said he wasn’t being a bigot. (He did, he points out, to little effect.)

Niko loves his ears and his eyes and the grace and flexibility with which he moves, when he lets himself, for the little time she gets to do so.

And after Esther…

Edwin holds his hands out to Charles and says “There’s something I’ve been practicing. Do you trust me?” And Charles, as he’d known he would, takes his hands and says “Always.” And Edwin tells him to close his eyes, and then pulls him in closer, wraps his arms around him, and pulls again, and Charles opens his eyes to their office, a continent away from where they had been moments before.

“Well,” Charles says with a grin that shines like the sun, with lips the delicate pink of Marasmius haematocephalus, the pink bonnet mushroom, the resurrection fungus. “That’ll save a lot of money on mirrors.”