#this is the worst version of that

[gintrinsic-writing]

Staying in a family member’s guest room…

Directly across from the bed, there’s an open closet doorway, an open bathroom doorway, and a massive, decorative mirror propped up between the two doorways. Directly to the left is an equally massive tv facing the bed which also reflects the room. White walls. No fan, soundless.

I’m gonna be sleep paralysis’d to death.

[ratgrinders]

God something kills me about imagining the High Five Heroes as they were described at 14 years old, being led out into the forest by Porter, an adult they supposedly trusted. Fledgling adventurers jumping at the chance for special treatment by a teacher, to get a leg up on the competition.

Kipperlilly with her pigtails. Ruben with his braces, sandals and puka shell. Tiny Oisin, not having hit his growth spurt yet, with Mary Ann even tinier. Lucy Frostblade, described as a "kind soul".

All them walking to this clearing every day to watch their instructor slaughter monsters and ask them to give the killing blow. In Ruben's dream, he was terrified walking to this clearing!

All of these kids who had their shitty, petty grievances manipulated by the adults in power over them to serve a cause of rage and conquest with no concern for their wellbeing. A cause they were asked to die for.

[betaphannie]

Imagine you go to Dan and Phil's meet and greet as an american and you try to tell them how much they mean to you and changed your life and all they do is repeat back what you say in a terrible american accent

[dunmeshistash]

I was reading - or rather watching - the book dedicated to Daydream Hour released this year, and I came across some pages dedicated to the various characters who give each other Christmas presents. I found it very funny from what little I understood with Google Lens, and was wondering if there was an unofficial English translation. Thanks in advance if you can find it. P.S Pages from 130 to 135 in case you don't understand which ones I mean.

Oh boy, I do have a translation but I think this version is so confusing, it's from when it was in ryoko kui's blog i think

Too much information for me LOL

Here's the untranslated daydream hour version

Yes that's where the Floke family christmas pic comes from.

[starjunkyard]

Obsessed with the degrees to which james wilson is a messy bitch. Primps and preens himself whenever he realises his boy best friend is stalking / sabotaging / psychological-warfare-ing him. Slept with his terminal patient. Immedicable people pleaser. Chronic adulterer. Three ex wives. PROPOSED TO HIS GIRLFRIEND AT SOMEONE ELSE'S WEDDING? Fuck you doin in the oncology wing my boy. Psychiatric ward is on the left corner

[macaronimars]

last night some ppl in the kinley discord were talking about how tommy would probably find taking intentionally bad pictures of buck really funny and then. this happened. i just think buck's love language is going my boyfriend is a god and tommy's love language is going you're an absolute mess but i love you anyway

[emotional-support-demon-crowley]

Sometimes I remember that, in the book, Crowley absolutely almost DIED at Warlock's birthday party.

Well... was almost inconveniently discorported anyway.

That's some wild shit.

Look at that angel coming in clutch and saving the demon this time around.

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

In the shape of you, something new.

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[philtstone]

psych high school au where shawn claims he had a psychic vision to get out of detention once and three years later this bites him in the ass big time when his way-out-of-his-league mildly-insane straight-a's cheerleader crush juliet ohara corners him at lunch one day and begs him to please please please tell her if the boy she likes likes her back. shawn, in the depths of despair, stalling wildly, claims that he cant get a read on the situation unless he knows more about The Guy. juliet starts listing characteristics. vague at first but getting progressively more specific. 30 minutes in & juliets laser beaming her eyes at his forehead like she wants them to mind meld so they can both be put out of her misery and shawn still has not. figured out that its him. in fact hes becoming increasingly convinced (cemented by juliet under great duress offering the initials of The Guys first and last name with one eye twitching) that shes in love w scott seaver, that one goody-two-shoes senior on the football team. this goes on for all of lunch and third period spare. gus wants to die. juliet wants to kill shawn and then herself, in that order.

[lazycranberrydoodles]

everybody go home. this is my magnum opus

[nonasbirthday]

i still can't believe there are folks who say "well GTN is annoying but you just have to get through it and then the other books aren't like that so you'll be fine."

personally i have been chasing the high of GTN ever since i first closed the book

[otto-doctavius]

“hey are you ok?” NO im thinking about how soft Logan was by the end of the film

[lifeintheeleventhdimension]

Again more art of my AU where the now named 'Expression of Limits' has to try and help Siffrin out of the loops she failed to escape.

Siffrin wasn't terribly optimistic of this plan working, but really hadn't expected attempted (or at least threatened) murder to be the results of getting Limits and Odile to 'chat'.

For the record, the bulk of the chat between Limits and Odile can be summed up as:

Limits: '(after several long seconds glaring at Odile)....No.'

Siffrin: 'Please, just have one normal conversation with her? Maybe it will help you!

Limits: I would rather kill then talk to her - hm. maybe i should, considering it wouldn't stick and i would feel much better for having done it at least once?

Odile: '...i LITERALLY just said good day!?!'

Limits: 'i'd want to do it even if you said NOTHING.'

Siffrin: 'OKAY CHATTIES OVER NOW'

(Siffrin has never regretted more that there is nothing to drink in this town but juice, and for this loop Odile joins him in this regret.)

[uc1wa]

*heavy sigh* possessive frat boy Dick Grayson getting increasingly more deranged about how he lays his claim on you as the semester wears on, finals week breaking point where he loses it on you like you're a stress ball, etc.

even though he'd never cave and make you his gf, nope no sir

tags: fem reader, toxic relationship, yanderish, misogyny, mentions of rough sex, penetrative sex, choking, manipulation, fucked up frat boy dick

dick fucked a different girl every weekend, y'know, before his drunk self stumbled to your door. but who cares about the smell of perfume that's clung to his half-buttoned top? the top that has buttons in places they aren't supposed to be. who cares? because he's still going to come home to you, and you'll be his last fuck of every weekend.

but you? the first load he spilled on your stomach should've said enough, no? dick doesn't just fuck everybody, at least that's what he thinks. you're his and his only.

the first time he smelt another guy's cologne on you, saw a shirt that was surely not yours, a product of your own one-night stand, dick grayson lost his shit. fucked you like you were a sleeve for his cock rather than a person.

"then... are we dating?" the condescending laugh that left dick's lips was your answer. dating? the word made him gag, why would he lock himself down when he was at his prime? are you stupid? do you know who he is?

no, you weren't dating. you were fucking, but you obviously had a problem understanding your place, didn't you?

it started with hickies. an embarrassing amount that no number of necklaces or turtleneck tops could cover in their entirety. hickies that started at your jaw, dark splotches moving down your body. did you want to wear a crop top? dick's taking note to leave one on either side of your hips. where there's skin, there are remnants of the man to whom you belonged.

it wasn't hard to stake his claim on you, but he also knew you were hot. do you think dick grayson, the commodity that he was, would fuck somebody ugly? he's not that low. he has priorities for himself.

hickies weren't enough, though. did you think you were slick when he saw a video of you at another frat house, one outside of his own, grinding on a man who was plenty of social levels below dick? you thought he wouldn't find out that you're even more of a slut than he thought?

rather than a hand wrapped around your throat, he used manipulation to his advantage. with a sickeningly sweet voice, he bought you a necklace with his initials since you needed a tag like a puppy; now you know not to run away, right?

"marking your territory, huh?" his brother, wally laughs when he sees you sporting the chain with a prideful chest, gold falling between your tits. don't look too hard, that's dick's property now!

"had to," dick replies, unfazed. "nothing too serious, though." he reminds his brother from his seat in their shared house. but it's still not enough.

he wants you all to himself and it eats away at him. hickies continuing, sucking your face in public, it's not enough because you're still giving guys attention. 'just friends' his ass.

that's why, overtop of the gold chain, his hand covers your throat and pushes down hard. between hickey-covered thighs, his cock is stuffing you full with painfully slow movements.

"i gotta remind you?" he asks, long past acknowledging the fact that you can't speak from the force his hand holds around your windpipe. "whose cunt is this?" a strangled whine, and dick squeezes harder, a satisfied smile pulling his lips when he finally feels your pussy squeeze around his length.

he doesn't care about words; he cares about your cunt being carved into the shape of his cock. he cares about sculpting you like clay 'till any guy you wanna talk to can only smell dick on you. can only smell the expensive cologne he wears, can only smell the scent of his musk. 'till you're limping to all your finals, and there's not a second thought from your classmates who put you in that state; the infamous "DG" that's still hanging between your tits, that's who!

[saturdaysky]

a little divine appreciation

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God Gale is endgame for Mayhew, and Mayhew couldn't be more pleased 😌

their mutual wizard disease brought them to some pretty low lows, but hey, ignore the tragedy, they're gods now! first order of business is a little worshiping at the altar 😏

Here's the sketch, which I also like:

Got majorly inspired by these lovely photos, one of which I used as a pose reference.

[thebrainrotsreal]

EVIL MARK, EVIL MARK, EVIL MARK!!! I want to be coherent about this season but please picture me foaming at the mouth and running on the walls. S2 being what if Mark's just like his Dad? Insanity. I love this show. Anyways, AU where an Evil!Mark tries to make Our!Mark worse, and Our!Mark tries to make the other better. Something something confronting your idea of the worst version of oneself. Plus, tweaked black and yellow costume because I saw it and immediately went murder hornet lookin' ass and knew I had to draw it. Evil ass Mark. Horrible. I think he should be dragged kicking and screaming into redemption.