#the therapy club

[ciearcab]

saw the bookclub’s reached vol 10 so i’m joining in on the sorrows :,)

[azulhood]

Jazz is an Al Ghul.

She should have know something was up when the seventh ninja cosplayer tried to kill her. But with her life it honestly wasn't even a blip on her rader.

Sure, it was odd.

But not as odd as her parents being ghost hunters.

However ninja wannabes were one thing, guy in furry suit showing up on her doorstep saying "I am your father, Luke." Was another.

Jazz could practically smell the trauma wafting off her so called new family members (half of her believes it's fake, she's been tricked before.)

And is having her siblings not die too much to ask for?

[psychotickid28]

So true 😌☝️

[kateksmallcuteowl]

Evil team bonding

Based on this tweet:

[biddy-biddy-biddy]

whatever

[stealingyourbones]

Submitted Prompts #160

I was listening to that song "Space is Cool" that a fan made with Markiplier videos (what can I say, the music is really good).

And it reminded me of Danny, who's also so very in love with space.

And now I'm getting a clear mental picture of Danny full-on GUSHING about Space, in a sort of Outside POV thing.

Like, a Danny who's going to Uni in somewhere like Gotham or Star City, and got into the Astronomy club. And their "recruitment video" is just the cute freshman who adores space and will take any chance he gets to gush about it.

There's a lot of shots zoomed in on his pupils doing the cat thing of going from slits to big pools of black (like a black hole at the center of a galaxy) and his freckles start glowing in constellation patterns.

They go on an outing to the nearest Observatory, make it a sleepover thing, and sleepy Danny stretches and howls like a star, flops onto the nearest classmate and Club Member, and starts purring whenever they pet him.

He may be a meta, but they'll be damned if anyone blabbers to Batman about it.

Cue one Conner Kent coming to Gotham to tour their University, to pick where he wants to go when it's his turn next year, and find himself sitting next to Danny when he goes off on a rant about some deep space scans that caught images of Krypton before the explosion.

When asked about his opinion on the Supers, Danny, who's gotten so used to casual affections being directed towards him in the form of head scratches and hugs (they make Danny purr and light up in all kinds of patterns, so the club members do it as often as they can), pats him on the head and quietly praises Superboy for all the important work he does, and how his cloned little sister has always seen him as a mark that being a clone means nothing in the grand scheme of things, and it's who you are that counts.

Conner goes back to his parents in happy tears and with an invitation to attend Gotham U if he so chooses.

[transxfiles]

i walk into the across the spider verse spider society lobby right as everyone starts trying to kill some teen. i walk past whatever weird chase scene shit is going on. i walk directly into the free gender clinic and talk to the spider physician about starting hrt.

[georgeharrisonsmiling]

Collage: George Harrison | © John Lennon 1975

[joshuaaaronlevy]

JOSH SHRINE UPDATE!!! (obviously more under cut)

So I haven't been able to add new pictures unfortunately, but hopefully that'll change soon because it's in a new location!!! I've moved the shrine under my bed + added a little josh cutout (right under the spock duck).

HE IS ALSO SHARING A SPACE WITH MY SQUIRTLES! I have four Squirtle plushies and I had nowhere else to put them other than here. I have way too much stuff in my room and I should probably sell 90% of my plushies, but I won't. I also moved a little chair in front of the bottom of my bed (It's a cushion with plushies inside because, again, I have too much stuff), that way I can sit and stare at the shrine. I'm sitting on it while I'm typing, this thing definitely isn't comfortable but it'll do. Also hand reveal.

Anyway, my plan is to have more Josh pictures (enough to fill the original cardboard) and then move to the wall behind the shrine to add even more pictures, eventually filling the whole space behind it. The pictures also may move to the wall beside it that's also under my bed.

Anyway that's all I have to say!! Send me ideas for what else to add I'm sort of clueless here :')

[the-dumpster-fire-of-anxiety]

Idk how to coherently explain it but I will never be normal about younger Brian (fucks me up that i say that like not-younger Brian is still like. 18 at best and his birthday was in july). Brian being called 'young man' and it's got undertones that he doesn't fully get as a little kid. Brian having strength and knowing he has to be so, so careful with it in public because there's nazis everywhere and this is normal to Brockton Bay. Brian instinctively sitting to the back/side of the classroom bc he's already taller than almost everyone even at 12 and he knows to not make waves. Brian sorting all of his issues into boxes that say manhood = strength* (*but don't hurt the wrong people with it, you can't be him even if he's who taught you this the hard way) and being unable to think of women as anything except external, coworker-friend, and little sister. Brian repressing any parts of him that could be weak or flawed or seen as abnormal and only allowing himself partial expression by working out and wearing a leather jacket that he thinks is cool for his villain getup. Brian building this sorta team with a girl that makes him kinda annoyed and a guy who's weird but mostly ok until he starts bonding w/Brian's sister and a girl he can't understand and can't place into the 'woman' category in his brain bc she doesn't conform to the standards he thinks are supposed to be there. He should be watching sportsball and worrying about community college. He should be wearing some random teenage boy bright color tshirt and having fun. He should be getting Lisa's help w/learning how to file taxes and realizing he sorta enjoys the process instead of having to know how to do this since he started villain-henching. He should be getting really excited about living in his own apartment for the first time and having strong preferences on cleaning brands instead of trying to impress a caseworker w/sepia trees.

[luuxxart]

it continues to be sunny in the Takeba family

[starlightwoofwoof]

did some more scene drawings based off of my SM x MLB AU fic- (✨ Kevin edition ✨)

The first one is of when the Sweetener was defeated and Kevin was in the air and the weird cyan magic stuff helped him float down (cause it sounded cool in my head) and the second one is of poor Kevin being sick again :[

[shkika]

The cutest girls of all time!1!!

+EXTRA DOODLES + Bonus color variation plus line-up below ↓↓↓

[deceptive-daydreams]

TW: mentions of bad mental health

im imagining eddie being absolutley taken back when he finds out how people have previously treated you resulting in hesitation when being vulnerable with him.

and he's been through some shit, he's not exactly one to be voluntarily vulnerable either but with the tables turned it's like a moment of oh. like you're hiding from him, muddling your own emotions as a means to keep the peace.

he realizes that coming in strong, asking "what's wrong?" almost too oboxiously like he's previously done, only chases you further into your mind, it only insinuates that there are consquences if you were to answer so rather than being met with honesty, it's always "nothing" followed by forced smiles and sucked back tears that he's regrettably brushed off in those moments, trying to keep you comfortable. but while his intention to ease your chaotic mind by simply moving on had no ill intent, he soon recognizes the harm its caused and the pattern he's assisted in creating.

realizes he takes it far too personal when you shut down on those particularily bad days, thinks it's cause of him, only to contribute to the self destruction taking place in your mind when he continuously begs the questions "what's wrong?" "what do you want me to do?" "what can I do?" "come on, tell me what's wrong". he never understood that he was never the issue but he quickly made himself into one by nearly berating and prodding you with his questions. and then one day he sees it. sees the way your eyes go dull when he asks.

sees the front you put on, "everything's okay" while your lip wobbles. he doesn't take it personal this time, there's nothing distracting him from the obvious signs, the symptoms of broken hearted individual struggling to keep up despite the aches and pains that linger within. its a heartbreak he's so familiar with yet seems to be so blind to in others, thinking he's the only one to experience it, not selfishly but hopefully. so he straightens up and silently tells himself to quit all of his bitching because this is bigger than him, it's not because of him. you need him and he's been too insecure to think that maybe words aren't required, not by you anyway. there is no quick fix, no remedy to just stop the pain like popping an ibprofen or slapping on a bandaid, it just is. raw pain and vulnerability that should be allowed to be felt, not cured.

so this time, he recognizes the wall you put up, just like every other time though it was previously ignored. before he can even say anything, he knows you're anticipating his bombarding questions that have no answer. sees the way you tense up, the slight panic in the way your fingers tremble at the prospect of being figured out. except this time he speaks softly, a shake in his voice because he's terrifed to scare you off once again. says "i love you" then gently wraps you up in his arms, provides a barrier between you and the world you're at war with.

holds you on the kitchen floor, face pressed to his chest with a mixture of tears and snot.

runs his fingers down your spine delicately.

whispers "it's okay" when he knows it is in fact not, only hoping you're able to decipher that he means it's okay that you're not okay, it's okay that it's 1AM and while the world is asleep you're both tangled up on top of crumbs and possible neglected coffee stains

apologizes.

because for all those times you've coaxed him through an unwarranted episode, he's been neglecting you at your worst. not on purpose but it's neglect nontheless. and he knows all about it.

sings under his breath when the sobs have stopped wreaking havoc on your body. quiet hums of a familiar song, you are my sunshine.

tucks you into bed, makes you a late night snack cause he knows your appetite fails you in times like these, kisses your forehead and threads his fingers through your hair.

he's not perfect nor has he ever desired being held to such a high standard. but for you he wants to try.

[solowinx]

my favourite ship in winx club

couple of the century

[fudgelling-away]

Simping for fictional characters is therapeutic.

I have this intense need to protect, nurture, take care of Sans. Provide for him. Make sure he's got plenty of good food, good friends and good/bad laughs (whichever he prefers).

Let him rest, let him heal, let him quit those jobs and take up something he enjoys.

I want to see him freed from suffering.

I want to see him flourish.

I make silly drawings, I make serious drawings, but no drawing can show how important daydreaming is to me in everyday life. I suffocate without it. I need this outlet. It's not all about Sans, it's just that Sans is a perfect outlet, and daydreaming has always got me out of bed every morning.

And I am shameless about it.

It's a tool that gives my life colours. Makes it vibrant. And I think many of you can relate and let me tell you, we are badass. We are fierce. We rule. We experienced a problem, found a solution, and used it. And I think that's freaking cool. I think that rocks. Be proud!!!

I do not want to see a hint of shame in you. You are glorious beings of love and beauty and I love you and I want to see more Sans x reader / self-insert / anomaly art. Give me more!