#this show will destroy me

[heretherebedork]

The hurt on Army's face when Joe points out they're not dating and he doesn't have to explain anything to him when Army is trying so hard to be serious with him and to talk to him and to be openly communicative and to make this serious but Joe is, I'm starting to strongly suspect, asexual and has never had a relationship last after that and has just given up on it. But Army is trying so hard and Joe is so unsure and I just want them to talk.

[poetry-protest-pornography]

Okay. More NLMG thoughts.l, because even though it's been hours, I can't stop thinking about it. This time, regarding the ep 11 preview.

Spoilers for that, if you haven't seen it yet, ig.

So, the biggest thing in the preview is Kit kidnapping Palm and threatening his dad in order to get him to kill Tanya and Nueng. They also show Palm looking very sneaky and shady and menacingly skulking about in the near dark.

Here is the thing though: Palm is not menacing. He isn't calculating, or cruel, or duplicitous. That boy is so genuine and ultimately kind, that there is no way he could carry out a murder, and certainly not of someone he loves or someone whose death would hurt someone he loves.

And honestly, there is no way that he would prioritize his dad over Nueng's life and happiness. As much as he loves his dad, and is still reeling from losing his mom, he has said over and over that Nueng is his life, that he can't and won't be without him. Losing Nueng would destroy Palm. (Palm has also repeatedly prioritized Nueng's needs and wants over his own, he left his dad behind to save Nueng, not knowing if his dad would live, he paused his mourning over his mom to protect Nueng. This boy is not a killer.)

Secondly, he has shown over and over that he trusts Nuengdiao. He trusts him to keep his word, and to be competent and capable, and to do right (when no one else has given Nueng that trust, which means so much to Nueng and to their relationship, but that's a whole other ramble). And Nueng has promised to help Palm's dad, and to keep Palm safe, and to deal with the threat against them.

Palm trusts Nuengdiao.

And C, the ominous foreshadowing has in no way indicated that this is their tragedy. Their unhappiness would/will be being separated, not having to face Palm being a murderer and getting caught and breaking their trust and thereby their relationship.

If they don't get a happy ending (and I am still hoping against hope that they will, that "think again" tweet be damned) this is not what prevents it.

Also, Chopper, my sweet baby Chopper, has wholeheartedly recommited himself to protecting Nueng (and Ben), and I believe he will have a chance to prove himself-- and hopefully repair his relationship with Nueng and Ben, and get his own happy ending.

[lily-s-world]

When Rick said that we were going to have a Sally x Poseidon flashback, my mind thought about a nice day on the beach when they were getting to know each other. But no, oh no, that would have been too nice for Rick “I destroy lives” Riordan.

Instead, we got this heartbreaking moment of Sally desperately calling on Poseidon, because she is lost, she thinks she is doing everything wrong and that the only option is taking Percy to a place she doesn’t want him to go. And Poseidon shows up like 0.5 seconds after that calling, because ruling the sea can wait if Sally is crying, and he lets her talk and take out her frustration on him; because deep down he knows that is his fault. It is in his world that Percy is in danger, it is because he is his son that he will not have an easy life. Then Poseidon looks at this small child after Sally ask him if he want to talk to him, but he knows he can’t, no matter how much he wants too; because if Percy is already attracting monsters the presence of a god will only make it worse.

In that scene, they are just two parents trying to decide the best outcome for their kid in an incredibly unfair situation.

[sketchy-tour]

Blame eechytooru for Beta Wally taking up so much free real estate in my mind. And blame work for as to why I am posting...MORE sketches. But! These were some Wally practice cause I'm never happy with how I draw him but also just...ya know. *Gestures to the art

Anyway. Beta Wally am I right? Yea??? Yea....

....Yea

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Don't Wormy About Me.

[First] Prev <–-> Next

[then-be-a-warrior]

Mk made two sacrifices.

A sacrifice that ended his life

A sacrifice to get it back

Look at his reaction when he thought everything was over:

He was relieved. He had the confirmation that his friends were safe and he would've been happy here...and yet he ultimately declined it for the sake of everyone else.

He gave up a blissful afterlife for a chaos-filled life.

He's LITERALLY hardwired to be a sacrifice. He can't help it. He doesn't even THINK about what HE wants anymore.

I kinda want Mk to bring this up when he goes apeshit. Like a "you have no idea what I gave up for you guys" kinda thing.

And yes I'm in the process of making couple edits based around this...

[piowasthere]

can they please stop giving artistic ideas when i absolutely do not have the time to do them, but i will anyway at the cost of my sleep?

anyway Goth Earth

legit in love w/ this design i just came up w/ it on the spot but i vibe w/ it sm lol

wanted to play w/ sum color pallets as well cuz i adore muted colors like that i think it came out pretty neat

[thenoman-sland]

Shiv, Connor, Roman, Kendall and Logan Roy.

[wandixx]

Danny, the Young Justice member snippet nr 2

these snippets aren't connected in anyway but just some little scenes I came up with, everyone is welcome to build up on them if they want to

Trigger warning: death mentioned, self-harm mentioned, idk, Danny gets flashback to portal incident

unrelated snippet nr 1, unrelated snippet nr 3 (?)

Out, out, out.

He tripped over his own legs and almost fell and it didn’t matter because he needed to get out. 

Away, away, away. 

He wasn’t sure if he ran or flew or dragged himself on the rough floor but he had to get away. His back hit a wall and he couldn’t get past it, intangibility just out of his grasp.

He logically knew that Zeta Tube wasn't the same as the portal but it was similar. So deadly similar.

He wasn’t sure when his own, corps-like, trembling with rigor mortis cold hands started rubbing his arms. He also wasn’t sure whether it was to comfort himself in this lonely self-hug or to try to rub hard enough that the hazmat and skin underneath would be torn, allowing him to see his own, red blood running in his veins. It was still red, right? It was still red, right? Of course it was still running, why wouldn’t it?

His knees gave up. He fell to the ground with quiet reverbatting thump, his eyes fixated on danger at the other side of the large room. He had to get further away but he couldn’t.

Because he was dying again.

Eyes full of tears and terror were jumping around, unable to see the room around him. Why couldn’t he see anything? Why were there only splashes of various colors, all contrasting with a light gray background. Were these people? Colors were moving, that seemed likely. Ghosts?! He had to get ready if these were ghosts he needed to fight them. People could be in danger and he couldn’t even stand without support. He started it, he had to take care of it, no matter how he felt right now.

His normally overly, unnaturally sensitive ears were filled with constant electric buzz from still active Zeta Tubes.

He was quite sure someone was yelling something but no matter what, Danny couldn’t understand what was being said. He tried looking around again but his teary eyes still failed him. There were no red stains though. Not in the right shade at least. No one was bleeding. It was okay for now.

Was it really? He hadn’t bled when he was dying had his accident though. It was all inside him, the crushing hollowness inside him and infinite outside pressure making his body implode. Ectoplasm bubbling in his mouth, throat, stomach and fingers, silencing his scream of agony and destroying his muscles. His limbs were limp and tense, twitching like a broken light bulb, out of his control but not out of his senses. It was so cold that it bit his bones and so hot that his skin was melting. There were screams so loud that it could shatter glass, as if every inhabitant of the Ghost Zone wanted to be heard and absolute suffocating silence. He was alone like nobody ever was and stuck in a stifling crowd that could stomp him to death any second. It was all contrasting, impossible but happening, existing together. He lived died it.

It was impossible, just like him.

There were others, they could help while Danny got himself together.

They couldn’t help if it was a ghost. He had to calm down and get ready to fight.

He couldn’t.

It was all happening again.

He was dying again.

It hurt to even think about.

Would it at least kill him for good?

Air he hadn’t needed before, not since his first death he always needed, like all functioning, alive human beings, got stuck in his lungs. He was gasping for it, choking on it. There was something stuck in his throat. SOme part of his brain that wasn’t screaming in agony and panic and loneliness had considered tearing his neck open just to get whatever was stuck swallowing but it didn’t help. 

He rubbed his arms harder. His eyes were locked on a blurred, still active portal. One of the color blobs moved, growing larger but he couldn’t think about what it meant. His arms hurt. It was good. Pain was grounding. In a gray room with few portals. Not the basement. Ghosts still could be there but it wasn't a basement. He still needed to get ready to fight

If he could feel pain, it meant he was alive, right? Ghosts never showed that they felt pain right? His parents always said they couldn’t.

He knew it was a lie but he felt like it was his last hope.

He realized that growing group of colors actually looked like a person but he had no way to tell whether they were alive or not. His ghost sense was quiet but he didn’t trust himself to not miss it. His throat was still shut tightly. His body kept twitching like a glitching character. No matter what, he couldn’t fight right then. He had to get himself together.

He scratched his arms almost violently.

Warm, soft, gentle hands pried his palms away from his arms. It wasn't a ghost. Ghosts weren't this gentle, this calmingly warm. Someone, someone who was alive, was crouching in front of him, face at the same level as his, hiding portals from his sight. Danny nearly sunk into their gentle touch.

“-om." their voice also was so gentle, filled with concern but firm enough to get to him over the buzz of portals. He tried to concentrate on this voice. He didn't want to hear portals.

"-ntom." It sounded like they were calling someone. He had to focus more to understand. Gentle grip on his wrists got more firm. There he was. He wouldn't feel it if he was dying again.

"Phantom." They called quietly, like little windbells Sam gave him as a birthday present. It was his name, they were asking him something he couldn't understand, something he couldn't do.

"I'm sorry."

He wasn't sure if any sound came out of his mouth.

Grip on his hands loosened a little, not enough for him to do anything about it, but enough to return to the pure feeling of safety and reassurance it gave him before.

“It's okay Phantom." they murmured. Danny nearly cried at their kindness and calmness. Air slowly started to fill his lungs again. It truly was okay, he wasn't dying again."Can you focus on five things you can see for me?"

He could do it. It wasn't much to repay the gentle person kneeling in front of him.

He blinked tears away and started the list in his head.

Black Canary in front of him.

Superboy in the middle of the room. He looked like he didn't know what to do.

Kid Flash next to him, ready to come to where Danny was shaking on the floor.

Robin and Artemis both made sure that Kid stayed where he was.

Miss Martian for sure feeling his panic and having trouble coping with this. He should calm down as soon as he can, he didn't want to cause any of his teammates too much stress.

Danny nodded, looking once again at the only adult hero in the room.

Molecules in his body were rearranging again. It all hurt.

"Thank you Phantom. Can you focus on four things you can hear?"

Five racing heartbeats.

One heartbeat that sounded more like buzz because of its speed. KF's heart was always weird.

Tapping of someone's feet.

Zeta Tubes.

He had been in the portal again, it had turned on with him inside again. He was dying again.

Next cautious nod.

"Alright. Now three things you can touch." Black Canary still sounded so calm, so sure she had it all under control. So contrary to her panicked heart. Danny wanted to believe her voice.

Canary's hands still on his wrists. In fact she was touching him more than he was her, but it still counted. There was some physics rule about it.

Cold stone he was sitting on. Weird, he was sure this cave was heated.

Hard wall pressing on his spine.

"Excellent. Two things you can smell?"

Jazz had done same exercise with him before.

Cookies made by Megan before she went on a mission.

Ectoplasm. Somewhere there was ectoplasm that wasn't inside him. He couldn't smell his own ecto. But there was no ghost in the cave. His sense was silent. It was there somehow else. It was concerning but not enough to make him panic again. They could handle it.

His lungs were still aching but air started filling them nearly as much as it did normally. His limbs stopped shaking so much too. He knew he wasn't dying this time. He was calming down.

"You're doing great Phantom. Now think, what's one thing you can taste?"

Aftertaste of ectoplasm he spat between the rough fight and the moment when Kid Flash rushed him to the nearest Zeta Tube, talking about medical attention. Danny tried to tell him, he didn't need that but he was inside before his explanation left his mouth.

"Do you feel better now?"

"Yeah," It was all he was able to say at the moment. He truly felt better but that didn't mean good. It was only a little less bad than shitty, one step from fully dead.

I considered writing continuation with Danny explaining a bit what happened and how he even ended up in Zeta Tube but a) lost spark to rewrite it b) hated what already had But if you want, I can probably rub my remaining two braincels together and continue. Or someone else can. Do it if you want to. Do it. Do it

[robo-nonagon]

what does the mouse eat? ⭐️ cheese!

[meagancandraw]

You ever think about how neither of them got to say goodbye?

[hallucxnating]

alone together

[vulpixhoney]

thinking about the parallels between Percy and Luke. thinking about their relationships with their parents, with their mothers, with how their fathers left their mothers. thinking about how everything Percy does is because of and for his mother. thinking about how Luke sees himself in Percy. thinking about how Luke never got to have the type of relationship with his mom that Percy has with his bc of the gods. thinking about how Luke visited his mom one last time before getting possessed by Kronos

[medusas-graveyard]

Au where Danny, whose timeline is an alternate version of Dan's timeline. Instead of Vlad, he's taken in by...Bruce Wayne? What the fuck do you mean his uncle is fucking Bruce Wayne???)??????

While Danny is having the existential crisis of his life, Clockwork is giving very specific instructions to Danny's rogues to make sure the boy doesn't sway to the same person Dan was. Of course, he should've known better.

Unsurprisingly, threatening Batman was a bad idea; since now the Justice League is in high alert ever since they found out this entity named 'Phantom' is supposedly the difference between the end of the world and peace.

[sunfortune]

penelope featherington would’ve slayed so hard as a character if she went for the men of the ton as an anonymous gossip sheet. LIKE full anonymity and that kind of influence as a woman..just to regurgitate what the average member of the ton is already itching to say about young girls who can’t defend themself? like all the mystery and allure of the column just to humiliate and ruin WOMEN using the established rules of the PATRIARCHY?? WHATS even the point then?! countess boochie flagrant ass character

[madbard]

Thinking about how nobody noticed Ford had been replaced. Sure, Stan’s a talented con-man, and sure, he would have been careful to keep them away.

But no one in town realized he wasn’t the scientist, because Ford never went into the town. His best friend chose to forget he had ever existed. His family didn’t realize he’d swapped places with his brother, which means they were either already distant before the portal incident, or they just. Looked “Ford” directly in the eye. And did not recognize him.

The child raised to believe he was only valuable because his intellect could produce money for his family, grew to be a man so singlemindedly focused on his research that he ended up completely alone.

A man who vanished into thin air, with only his estranged brother to grieve him.