#tw for implied child abuse

[biblicallyaccuratestiles]

STILES: "Hey-yy, Scott! Scotty-boy, Scott-ster, Scott-a-roni—"

ISAAC: "Please make him stop."

SCOTT: "We both know I can't do that."

STILES: "First of all, rude. Second, I need your help. Like, right now."

SCOTT: "What?? Is everything okay?! Where—"

STILES: "I'm getting there, dude, just hold on! So, Derek gave me this thing—"

ISAAC: "Was it mono? He seems like a carrier."

STILES: (glares at Isaac) "I think I liked you better when you were too scared to sass me."

(Isaac throws his head back and cackles, while Scott shoots Stiles a horrified look)

STILES: "Anyways, he gave me this leather hangy-thing that's supposed to glow when I'm in the presence of the ghost we're hunting—"

ISAAC: "Hold on, the what?"

STILES: "I know, right? It looks like a car air-freshener but there's this weird sigil—"

SCOTT: "Wait, wait, can we go back to the ghost hunting thing real quick?"

STILES: "Me and Der are hunting a ghost, what's not clicking here?"

SCOTT: " ... we'll just circle back to it later."

[cryptic-underground]

Please, Not Him

Watched the mirror scene one night and got possessed to draw this. Hehe, enjoy! :))

[cosmic-dust-poltergeist]

Pt3 of the Danny is the 99th attempted clone Tim made of Kon. Kon learns about Danny.

Relevant info: Kon was dead closer to a year and a half in this au, and this happens a few months after his revival.

[Pt2: here] [Pt4: here]

So Tim has admittedly been putting off meeting up with the Titans. Everyone has settled back into the new normal. Too much has happened for it to look anything like before, but the other 3 Titans have been hanging out semi-regularly, and Tim turns down their invites 3 of 4 times. He knows it's starting to hurt their feelings, and he hates that.

But... he's scared to admit he's a father now. A father to a clone of one of them. He's not sure how to bring it up. Cassie never asked if he was successful, probably just assumed he failed because there isn't a third Superboy flying around. Jokes on her. Danny isn't going to be a Superboy. He's not allowed to even think about being a hero or vigilante until he's 14 at the earliest, and Tim is going to help him find his own name if he chooses that path. He won't be a Robin or Superboy. He won't live in the shadow of those legacies if Tim can help it.

None of that is relevant for the here and now, though. Tim got Jason to babysit Danny and finally agreed to a hang out with the Titans. He asked Danny for his opinion first before making his decision and got the go ahead. So, Tim is finally going to come clean.

Tim barely makes it into the tower when he's tackled by his friends.

"Tim! You're here!" Bart cheers.

"Yeah, it's good to see you guys too. Sorry I haven't been very present." Tim fidgets. "I've been busy... I also haven't been honest..."

"Tim?" Cassie sounds concerned. And Tim just can't. He extracts himself from the puppy pile. He can't make himself give eye contact. He's sure his guilt and shame are written all over his body language.

"Tim, you can tell us anything." Kon sounds super genuine. Tim takes a deep grounding breath.

"Okay, let's do this like a bandaid." Tim finally looks at them, focusing mostly on Kon. "I have a son. He's technically Kon's, too."

He gets the dubious pleasure of watching his three idiots look at his abdomen, as if he gave birth.

"Why-? Kon, we never fucked!? What the fuck guys??" He sputters, waving his hands in front of him.

"Then how-" Cassie realizes. "Oh!"

"Oh?? What do you mean??" Bart is looking between them and vibrating in confusion. Kon is just looking like a confused and concerned puppy.

"Okay, so, I may have had a breakdown with everyone dying or going missing." Tim grimaces. "And while I was fully aware that even if I succeeded, it wouldn't be Kon, I still tried to clone him. And, um, I did manage to succeed in the end."

"Fuck, Tim.." Kon starts.

"Look, I was in a really fucking dark place and needed even just a piece of good I lost." Tim hugs himself, self loathing burning him from the inside out. "Everyone was turning their back on me, I just needed something, anything, to keep going."

"Fuck, I should have helped..." Cassie bites her lip, chewing on her guilty conscious.

"It's fine. No one was listening. Don't beat yourself up over it. You were in a bad spot, too." Tim gives a humorless laugh. "Danny was my 99th attempt. And my last attempt, if I'm honest. I could feel myself breaking more with each failure. On a fucking whim, I decided to make the 99th attempt a baby instead of trying for a teenager, and it worked. I fucked up a bit, I forgot to adjust the knowledge download to that of a 1 year old, but he was alive. He's the best thing to ever happen to me. I was scared to tell you. I'm sorry-"

"Tim.." Kon cuts him off, and Tim snaps his mouth shut. "I.. I'm honestly not sure how to feel about you cloning me, but I'd like to meet him. What's his name?"

Tim rapidly blinks back tears. "Aedan Drake, he prefers being called Danny. I.. I didn't add Kent because I don't trust Clark with him or give him an El name, I wanted him to understand kryptonian language and culture first. I... I also wanted Danny to be old enough to make the decision over his name himself. I don't want him to be treated like you were. The house of El were so awful to you."

"I understand, Tim." Kon steps towards Tim, "Can.. Can I hug you?"

Tim nods and is swept into a tight hug. He feels something give emotionally, and he sobs into his shoulder. "I fucking love him so much."

"Tell me about him." Kon says softly. He can feel Bart and Cassie hoving, unsure what to do, but unwilling to leave.

"He's physically around 3 now. He loves ghosts and space and named the wolf plushy I bought him on his first day alive Wulf." There's some chuckles over that. "He's sassy and petty, but insanely sweet and tries to help out with any and all tasks. I see so much of both of us in him. Nature vs Nurture is a messy bitch. You remember what I said my start as Robin was like?"

"How you had to babysit a grown ass man and force him into better habits?" Cassie snarks.

"Karma's a funny bitch. Danny started doing the same shit to me as soon as he figured out how to walk." Tim giggles. "Anytime we weren't in danger, he'd force me to take care of injuries and to eat and sleep. And I'd do it because what kind of monster denies a baby trying to be helpful... plus he gets really stressed and depressed if he can't help."

Tim grips the back of Kon's shirt. "I don't understand how he developed my people pleaser tendencies so early on. We were stuck on LoA bases when he first started doing everything in his power to help me. I was purposely being a little shit to our "hosts" at the time. So it wasn't a surprise that he developed a Robin's need to troll, but he only saw me be nice to him."

"The LoA??" Kon asks in alarm.

"It was a rough year..." Tim scowls. "And if I see Ra's again, I'm gutting him. B's rules be damned."

"What happened?" Cassie asks, suddenly a lot closer.

"He's a creep, a pedo, and a child abuser." Kon rubs Tim's suddenly very stiff back and shoulders. "I could handle him being creepy towards me. While gross and awful to have a disgusting 300 or something year old man trying to wife me-"

"Excuse me???"

"He WHAT?"

"-I'm more pissed I couldn't protect Danny. I don't know what that piece of shit did when I couldn't take Danny with me, but Danny is linked to the pit now. He luckily doesn't have pit rage like Jason, but he can calm Jason's pit and apparently glows according to Duke." Tim sobs. "I should have killed the man when I had a chance. I don't know what he did to Danny!"

"It's not your fault, Tim." Kon hugs Tim tightly, it's almost painful. "You were in a tough spot and doing your best to keep you both alive."

"Just focus on healing and moving on." Bart says while running a hand through Tim's hair. Cassie rubs both Tim and Kon's backs as Tim gets himself under control.

"Can.. can I meet him?" Kon whispers.

"I'd love for you to meet him." Tim sniffles. "He was nervous you'd hate him for existing. I apparently passed on my stupid anxiety. I couldn't quite get him to believe me when I told him he wouldn't be who you'd be mad at if you got mad. He wants to meet you, but I accidentally made the most jaded baby in the world."

"A Super raised by a Bat is going to be terrifying." Bart giggles. "We'll have to make sure he doesn't become a supervillain."

"Meh. He's too cute. If he goes evil, all he has to do is pout and he'll instantly win." Tim jokes, wiggling out of the hug. "Want to see pictures?"

There's a very strong positive response. The next 3 hours finds Tim showing off pictures and explaining the stories behind them, his team melting at how cute his son is. Tim feels the lightest he's felt in a while. He does have to promise Bart and Cassie to bring Danny over once Kon and Danny meet one on one first.

What Tim doesn't know is Kon is absolutely obsessed with and slightly horny over this parental side of Tim. He's fully daydreaming of the 3 of them living together and being disgustingly domestic the whole time Tim is showing off Danny. Cassie can tell what Kon is thinking about and is amused.

Once Tim leaves, the Titans go to the training room and fuck up some bots because of the rage they feel on Tim and Danny's behalf. They all agree to be as petty as possible to any LoA members they come across and to murder Ra's the moment there's an opportunity to do so without the JL knowing. Tim isn't the only unhinged one on this team. That's why they work so well together.

[dcxdpdabbles]

I've seen a lot of Danny being Ellie's dad but where is the Pariah Dark adopts this sassy ghost child that beat him in a duel and is now prince because why not adopt the overpowered child. Which leads to the JL fighting Danny for whatever reason and when he calls for help he calls his new dad and oh shit is that the Ghost King

Danny was with Sam and Tucker in the Ghost Zone when three seven-man squads of ghost knights found him. They had found an empty island near the portal that they had made into a makeshift training ground so he could safely practice his powers.

The most recent fights had shown him that he was only winning because of his quick thinking and adaptability that tricked his enemies, but he needed to get better if he ever wanted to prevent an incident like the ones at Axion labs from ever happening again.

He couldn't afford to create another arch-nemesis. Plus his good luck and clever mind could only get him so far if his body couldn't keep up.

He was in the middle of shooting the rays from the various drones Tucker set up when the knights landed on his island. Their metal clacking with each step they took, marching away from their skeleton winged horses.

At once, Danny flew between the ground, feeling more than seeing his friends scrambling for their weapons as he raised his fists.

"Who are you?" He demanded, watching the other squads surround them. Tucker and Sam spun around, each pressing up against his back in a makeshift triangle.

The hum of their ghost guns echoed through the air as the knights continued their marching until they had formed a circle around the three.

I don't like this. Danny thought felt his own ecto-ray heating up in his palms. They look oddly familiar. Where have I seen those armors?

The knights all, simultaneously, dropped to one knee, surprising the three teenagers. They bowed their heads, and even the winged horses followed suit,

"Prince Phantom." The one right in front of Danny said, "We have come as your formal escort to your Father's keep. He demands your presence."

"My Dad?" Danny repeats, voiced, laced with doubt. , "My Dad sent ghosts to escort me home? Do I look stupid to you?"

"It is not your sire, Jack Fenton, I speak of," The Knight explains, voice still respectful even when staring at the ground. Danny can't see his eyes or any of the other knights, as they are hidden in the shadows of their helmets. "I speak of the Ghost King, Pariah Dark, who has chosen you are his Heir. You are summoned to complete the adoption process."

"Yeah, that's going to be a no from me." Danny deadpans, even if his insides have turned to ice. Pariah Dark was resealed, Danny personally made sure of that, so why was this guy speaking as if he was back?

"Apologies, my Prince, but you do not have a choice," declares the other, and almost as if that was a cue of some kind, the other knights rise from their knees. They descend on the trio faster than Danny was expecting.

He ducks and waves as three different fists fly to his face, reaching down to aim an uppercut at the one on his right. It lands with a clack and a sting in his knuckles as the helmets odd shape as some protection to the chin

Shaking out his hand, Danny is not prepared for the kick to his side that sends him flying.

He lands in a heap but is quick to get back to his feet as rope is lassoed around one of his wrists. He gapes at it as another knight, quickly throws on to his other arms and suddenly he's being tugged in two different directions.

Summoning his ice, Danny has it travel down the ropes towards the knights, who drop it just as the ice would have encased their hands. Freed, Danny, leaps back as a flying kick paces mere inches from his face and has to quickly raise his hands to block an ecto-ray to the chest.

"Do not harm the Prince!" The leader barks "Capture the humans, he will go willingly if we have hostages!"

Danny swings his head towards Sam and Tucker, who have been forced up against a wall, shooting desperately at the advancing knights. Their shots are being knocked away by flowing swords, and it was obvious their movements were slowing down.

Despite the many fights they have helped in a fight, neither Sam or Tucker could outlast a ghost. Their stamina was superior, and sadly, it seemed these particular ghosts also had training under their belts.

"No!" Danny moved to help but just as he turned his eyes away from the Knight Leader, a bubble of ectoplasm exploded in his face.

"I told you not to harm the Prince!" Someone roars over the sound of ringing in his ears. Hands fell on all his limbs holding him down, even if he weakly tried to shake them off. Everything is spinning, though, and his vision is blurring in and out of focus. He sees Sam fall to the ground with Tucker screaming something he can't make out before Danny is left up and dragged away.

There is a weight around his wrists and ankles, indicating he's been tied up, but Danny can barely keep his head from bobbing to the side. He had no energy to attempt to break his bonds.

He knew no more as he was thrown into a carriage, the block dots in his vision taking over completely.

Three years later, Danny is overlooking the development of a ghost colony in a far-off corner of King Pariah's empire. This colony was made entirely of former slaves whom Danny fought his adoptive father tooth and nail to free.

Pariah moods were odd. He controlled everything Danny did, but he also wanted Danny to take his own stances on how the empire should be run. The Ghost King's control had expanded to nearly all corners of the Ghost Zone, breaking and tearing apart any resistance they found.

War had broken out as ghosts from various tribes and kingdoms fought desperately to keep their freedom. Pariah saw no challenge in their attempts, crushing anyone that stood in his way.

His aim was to once again rule all over the dead, and later, once every ghost bowed to his whim, invade the living world again but this time there would be no Halfa child to stop him.

Said Halfa that was now heir of the tyrant. Everyone knew about the kidnapped Prince, as his tale was told in resistance meetings both in pity and in rage.

Prince Phantom's iconic white hair and green eyes were just as widely known as his golden collar was. It was created by King Pariah, to keep the prince in the area by an invisible fence he set up. Should Prince Phantom attempt to fly or walk out of those areas, the collar would turn into flaming chains, yanking the prince back. It wouldn't burn him, thankfully, but it would drag him roughly.

It didn't help that the collar stopped Prince Phantom from accessing his powers. It was almost like he was a full human, except he was trapped in his ghost form and in the Ghost Zone, which meant his options were far more limited than normal.

He was more of a royal hostage than an actual heir.

Even out here, while overlooking reports and listening to testimonies, Prince Phantom could not leave the tower of the newest colony. At all times there was two guards that followed him and limited his movements too.

Despite his position, the Prince did everything he could to protect the people, tales of him jumping to a servant's defense against his father, advocating for the abolishment of slavery, and even offering to serve any punishment for any ghost child. The people loved their prince, and all wanted to one day see him free as well.

Rumors had it that the leaders of the main resistance were two humans who were desperately trying to free Prince Phantom, but since everyone in the rebellion's army's identity remained secret, no one knew how true those rumors were.

Danny unrolls a scroll, sighing at the numbers. "If nothing is done about the harvest, the people will starve come winter. We need to start rationing. Take whatever you need from my own supplies before we start applying it to the people."

"My Prince, we couldn't possibly ask that of you. Already, you granted us freedom and a home. ," Started the mayor of the colony, only to stop at the sight of a large magical circle forming around the prince. Danny's eyes widened as well, feeling his collar start to glow as whatever it is attempt to yank him away.

He feels it start to crack as the magic overpowers the collar's settings. Hope flares in his heart as his guards leap to their feet. Before they can so much as come near him, the mayor throws himself at them with a roar. "Run, my Prince! I shall buy you time!"

Danny is swallowed by light before he can respond, the collar left behind to clatter against the floor. He is flung through a portal made of multiple colors, so bright and blinding he has to close his eyes and hold his hands in front of his face. He lands with a startled yelp, but his hands fling to his neck.

When all he feels is flesh, tears burn his eyes sight as he sobs. He's free. He's finally free.

"Well, this isn't what I was expecting when I offered a piece of my soul" An accented voice hums, drawing attention to a group of oddly dressed strangers. A man in a trench coat lights a cigar, the glow casting his face in a dim light as he stares down at Danny with a detached appraisal glint in his eyes. "Tell me, why did my spell bring me a child when I asked for a champion to overthrow the Ghost King?"

Danny's ice core starts to slowly freeze the room over, his breath visible as his eyes harden. "It brought me here because I am going to kill my father."

"Prince Phantom" Trench coat man identifies with some relief. "A pleasure to finally meet you. This is the Justice League and they like to lend a hand in your parricide."

[toringo]

I feel the need to say: this is an au, I am not justifying any of Jimmy's actions. Just because someone had it bad in the past doesn't mean they can take it out on others. Violence brings violence, etc. I am just exploring a character I find interesting. He's still an abusive, awful man that should be held accountable for everything he's done. It's for the Childhood friends au.

[windybluebelles]

A lot of the justice league canonically have children who they raised more or less since birth,

(there’s a few time travel/rapid aging/losing them for a few years issues, but ignoring those)

,It’s not entirely out there to think that one of them would bring their kid to the watch tower.

I want there to be a fic where someone brings their kid, and have that kid meet Captain Marvel. There’s no doubt on this persons mind that Cap will adore the kid, he’s great at interacting with children, and their right! He’s great with the baby, answering their questions, picking them up, giving them hugs and high fives, all the cool shit!

He’s this 9 foot tall god speaking to a 3 foot tall toddler and answering all their questions with the seriousness of an actual interview, it’s going wonderfully!

When the kid toddles off to go interview another one of the supers, Billy turns with this big grin on his face and asks the parent,

“So how old did you say they were? 2?”

And the parents like,

“No? They turn 5 in a couple months,”

And Captain’s smile just, drops.

His face pales, he looks back at the child who is chatting with one of the more human members and doesn’t even reach their waist. That’s what a four year old looks like, laughing at everything, chubby cheeks, small curls, and teeny tiny body.

That’s how big four year olds are.

That’s how big Billy was.

That’s what Billy looked like after his parents had died and he was sent to live with his uncle.

That was what Billy looked like right before he became homeless

Oh God-

That’s the day when he found that he could technically throw up while powered up.

[thistlequest]

My 2023 adaptation of a scene from the fourth Earthsea book, Tehanu, now with alt text!

[swarmishstrangers]

What doesn't kill you.

(Quote by @/holyaches on Twitter that this mini comic is based off of cause it read SO Sabretooth to me).

[sugarpasteltmnt]

"Acolyte" Michelangelo has joined the group chat

THANK U AGAIN TO @anixolt for accepting this commission request!!! Looks like 'Dino'-tello has unexpected company 👀

Hailing from his own alternate reality, "Acolyte" Mikey & his brothers had a very different childhood than the mad Dogs we all know and love. Set in a feudal Japan-esque world, Mikey and his brothers were raised under the Ninja Tribunal in a remote temple as future protectors of humanity...

However, fate was unkind to the lackadaisical Michelangelo who doubted the legend of the foretold 'Krang Invasion'-- let alone it happening much sooner than anticipated.

[link to twitter thread]

More lore below! (but heed the content warnings!!)

CW: implied family death, implied child abuse

Inspired by the 2003 "Acolyte" Arc, Mikey and his brothers were given to the Ninja Tribunal as children to raise as warriors on account of being gifted with mystic abilities; something very rare and unheard of in their universe.

Mikey was the most mystically inclined of his brothers. Because of this, he doesn't take training very seriously. He's also the oldest brother in his universe, but takes that role very, very seriously.

Splinter was their "father"... however, he was the one who gave them to the Ninja Tribunal. And they weren't exactly 'lenient' with children. Not when their purpose was to become warriors to defend the world. Because of this, Mikey hates Splinter. With every fiber in his body.

But despite their upbringing, Mikey was fun and kind.

But homie cannot cook to save his life

However, due to events during the invasion... Mikey is the last man standing. On the whole planet.

And he Snaps

With elevated powers and grief, Mikey traverses the heavens to hunt Krang and their settlements.

He uses dried Krang blood as his mask, having lost his in battle (and Krang blood dries orange when oxidized)

He dots his yellow spots with a drop of Krang blood to mirror Krang eyes. Using mystic abilities, the faux eyes can move and "look" around too. Terrifying.

However, due to classic Hamato shenanigans— 'Acolyte' Mikey may find himself drawn to a very, very different place than a Krang settlement 👀👀👀

[beijodefrade]

Caryn goes to the kitchen to make coffee. In the way, Filbrick passes by her, stomping towards the pawn shop. His face is impasse as always, but his anger is evident on his loud steps.

Ahead, she sees Stanley. He looks awful. There's blood on his mouth from a split lip, blood on his nose that's looking slightly crooked, and his left eye is turning purple.

"Stanley! What happened to you?”

He gives his mother a small smile. It's hesitant, as if he's ashamed.

"Pissed off the wrong person at boxing practice. You know how I am.”

"Oh, sweetie, what did you do?”

He laughs it off. It's a rough sound, and her worry grows at the insincerity of it.

"Believe me, Ma, you don't wanna know.”

She disagrees, but doesn't push the subject. Instead, she frets.

"Let me fix you up.”

She takes him to the bathroom, where they keep the first aid kit. They'll need to buy a new one soon, it's contents almost all used up. Always on Stanley. He gets hurt a lot, ever since he was a little kid.

He has a a knack for getting into trouble. Sometimes he can't help himself, and takes things that don't belong to him. Most of the time, it's because he got into a fight.

He has a short temper (it runs in the family).

Caryn sees a small gash on her son's cheek. It makes her think whoever punched him was wearing a ring.

But at boxing, they wear gloves.

Maybe it was after practice.

As she looks at the gash, her hands starts to shake. When she cleans it, she knows it stings. Stanley doesn't flinch from the pain.

There isn't much she can do for the bruises, other than icing them. Taking a closer look at his nose, it might be broken.

Someone broke her little boy's nose. The tremor in her hands gets worse, because as she's looking at his face, there is no anger. He simply looks sad.

"We might have to go to the hospital... I think your nose is broken, dear.”

Instinctually to hearing an idea he doesn't like, Stanley wrinkles his nose. Then he forgets himself and hisses at the pain.

She hears the sound in her heart, and pets his hair. The affection, somehow, makes it easier for him to breathe. He hadn't noticed the strain of his lungs.

Suddenly, he feels small.

"Ma, do you..." he swallows, eyes glued to the floor. "You'll always love me, right?”

Caryn gasps.

"Of course!”

"Promise? Even if I never stop screwing things up?”

She uses her other hand to lift his head, her fingers under his chin. She needs him to see her face.

"Oh, pumpkin, nothing could ever make me stop loving you. I promise that'll never change.”

In this moment, he believes her. He smiles. She thinks about a hand and a ring.

Caryn sighs, feeling a little scared.

"Your Pa looked quite angry when I saw him... Right before I found you." she moves her hand from his chin, and puts it on the side of his face. The one without the gash. "I know he's harsh on you.”

He leans into her hand, comforted in her warmth. Even so, his eyes fill with tears. So do hers. Shiny eyes meet shiny eyes.

"C'mon, Ma..." his voice trembles a little, and they both pretend they don't notice. "You know Pa wouldn't go this far.”

A few tears escape her. His tears stay trapped. She nods, and kisses his forehead.

Caryn can't stop shaking for the rest of the day. She avoids looking at her husband's hands.

Stanley starts to get used to a heavy feeling inside his chest.

[bidisasterevankinard]

5. Feeling their pulse

Maybe feeling for their pulse bucktommy emergency mayhaps?

you wish is my command <333 this turned out to be a lot like Tommy character study : (tw implied child abuse, violence, mentions of blood)

Tommy was and is and, perhaps, will always be afraid. He has long ago made peace with it. Life was always scary. In a house with a man who was the monster from the worst child’s nightmares. Tommy never was afraid of Boogeyman. Why should he be afraid of some myth when the real danger is his dad, smelling like his whiskey? 

Then puberty hit him like a monster truck. He was afraid to look around and not be hot and bothered by boobs of cheerleaders like every boy, but had a boner in the changing room staring at the perky ass of their captain in the basketball team. He saw what happened to boys who did it. He didn’t want one hand broken by his teammates and the other one at home by his dad. He kept his frightening and alarming hopes to kiss the boy sweet and kind in the box, looking like a coffin, praying for it to die. 

He wanted to learn to be brave and normal. The army seemed like a chance. But sickening, hand shaking fear to look too much, too hard, too interesting at any of his army mates gave him panic attacks. He always kept himself in check. Never stared for more than a second. Knew how to make a snarky, stupid comment to make everyone laugh and make fun of that man with him. He could convince everyone he was like them, trying with all his might to keep the mask he kept with shaking pale hands near his face, begging no one to try and look inside.

The scary, bloody, desert days with soundtracks from bullets and moans from death shifted to moans from death and blood with the taste of fire. Tommy was scared to find the man like his father in any of his new teammates. He found him in the picture of his new captain. He wasn’t even surprised of new fearful days of one day being seen coming to him. It was his life. He would never be not afraid to be seen. 

Then something shifted. Howie came and looked a little bit deeper than others. Hen came and made him think he might try and be more of himself. Let himself look. Then he left and he let himself love men how he always wanted.Passionately, openly, with all of his dick and hole, but never with his whole heart. That was still scary. 

Boyfriends came and left, came and left, and he never was afraid to leave when time came. They never terrified him because he never wanted much from them. Good time when they both are happy with it.

Then the sunshine came to his life in the form of long legs, a pretty face with a kilowatt smile and beautiful birthmark like a kiss from Tommy’s lips from another timeline in love. Like the mark from that another reincarnation of Tommy, who kissed that man so that Tommy can easily identify him. Tommy looked at those blue eyes and thought “Hey, here you are. I’ve been waiting for you all my life.” 

And that was the most terrifying, blood freezing, hand shaking, panic inducing though he ever had. He was afraid to lose himself in Evan Buckey. He still hoped he could just take a little piece of him and run from it the same man he was before. He was a fool. 

Evan is not just a man. He’s part of him. His heart that makes his blood keep him alive. His lungs that give all his body air to breath. His whole life that just needs him to be brave enough to take.

He ran from it. Anytime it became too scary to stay he ran, trying to find the reasons it was good for them to stop this time. Admittedly, blaming Evan from all of it, even when he knew Evan was not to blame during their break up.

Evan is Tommy’s worst nightmare in the form of a dream man. Evan is the terrifyingly happy future that needs Tommy work and risk to keep it.

Evan is the person who needs Tommy to be brave. And Tommy can’t.

He is always scared like a little thing that needs to hide in its shell.

The shell he hoped to hide when he heard that Evan Buckley is buried under debris of a collapsed building. Alone. Not answering. Not knowing he changed Tommy’s whole life with just his smile. Possibly dying thinking Tommy never loved him.

And this is the most dreadful, ghastful thought. That Evan doesn’t know. That he might leave Tommy forever and he won’t know.

Tommy wipes the tear that runs down his face, trying to clean it from the dirt. Tommy wants to stay dirty. He might be buried here with the love of his life soon. He might jump in Evan’s coffin to be with the man forever if he would have to. What is the reason to clean himself?

“I see him,” Ravi’s hectic voice comes to him and Tommy doesn’t dare to breathe running to the man he wants to hide inside his body and never let him out.

Tommy’s the first to reach Evan, trying hard to wipe the blood from his beautiful, basically black from all the dust from crushing buildings and pale under it, face. Still the most beautiful.

Using his teeths, Tommy takes off the glove, carefully, but surely checking the pulse, begging for it to be there. To still exist. Just like Evan should exist.

A second of nothing and then, “he has a pulse, not as strong as wished, but strong enough,” Tommy says mostly to himself. Trying hard to believe his man is still here.

“That’s good baby,” Tommy kisses Evan’s birthmark, “let’s keep that pulse strong for me, ok?”

Tommy will always be afraid. But maybe Evan worth to try and be afraid not alone and trust that you have safe hands to come to.

[curtis-brothers-hug]

The tragedy - or more accurately, the socioeconomic and class injustice - of the Curtis’ situation is that Darry is an unfit guardian, but there are no better options.

Ideally, Soda and Ponyboy would be better off in the custody of a loving, financially stable, adult family. But there would be basically a one in a million chance of that happening. Abuse is rampant in the foster care system even now, let alone in the 1960s.

I imagine they would know kids from the east side who are in the system or who have been. Maybe even Dally was at one point. I imagine that while Darry is desperately trying to decide what to do after his parents’ death that he would think of those kids, or hear from them. He would be talking to some other greasers about his dilemma in the wake of his parents’ death - that maybe giving up custody would be the best thing for his brothers, that they should have a chance to be adopted by people who are much more equipped to care for them - and someone who’s been in the system would tell Darry in no uncertain terms that it would NOT be best. Maybe they would tell stories, maybe they would refuse to elaborate. Maybe they’d show him their scars, maybe they’d leave Darry to figure out on his own what they won’t talk about that didn’t leave scars.

Darry knows he’s probably not the best choice to take care of Soda and Ponyboy, but he also knows that a good choice doesn’t realistically exist. The choices for his baby brothers are either an unfit guardian who loves them, or an unfit guardian who doesn’t.

[a-j-s-the-only]

Would you rather be alone in the woods with a man or a bear?

“a bear would stop at death”

“we aren’t choosing the bear because we’d think we’d survive.”

“I’d rather feed a bear and it’s cubs than feed a man’s sick fantasies”

“people would believe me when I told them I was attacked by a bear”

“people would stop the bear”

“if I survived a bear attack, people would call me a warrior, not a whore.”

“a bear wouldn’t come into my room again.”

“A bear would do it out of survival, not enjoyment.”

“I wouldn’t have to see the bear at family reunions”

“a bear wouldn’t rape you.”

“if it was a bear, who’s going to ask me what I was wearing?”

“bears live in the woods, not in your house.”

“I wouldn’t be told to forgive the bear.”

“a bear can kill her or leave her alone, and a man has that and a million other opportunities.”

-a collection of women, and men

[michellemouse]

Brat being an amazing aunt /sarcasm

@lune-redd

[forsaken-headcanons]

Chance, after awhile, got bored with JUST gambling. He needed more to keep himself occupied, he needed more of a rush, he needed things to stay interesting.

So, he continues to gamble with his life in every round, while also going out of his way to shoot the killer whenever he can. Not to help anyone, but simply because of the rush of adrenaline it gives him.

This whole thing of ACTIVELY seeking to shoot the killer extends to C00lkidd. He doesn't care if it's a literal embodiment of nothing but hatred, or just some kid that's in no better circumstance than them, he wants to shoot it. Anything for that adrenaline, anything to feel alive in this never ending loop of the same thing over and over, day in and day out.

007n7 does NOT like this. He can tolerate the other sentinels, given that Guest is aware that C00lkidd is 7n7's son and literally just a kid, and he really only fights C00lkidd off if truly needed. Shedletsky only does anything to protect himself and the others, and though he isn't as hesitant as Guest, he at least doesn't actively seek to hurt C00lkidd. (Two Time doesn't count, that thing is just a glorified little mosquito survivalist /silly but he isn't particularly a fan of them either.)

Normally, 007n7 will try to help in whatever ways he can, be it fetching Medkits or trying to serve as a distraction with his clones or even just himself, if the clones don't work. This does not apply to Chance. He sees Chance as a heartless monster that takes joy in hurting a child who knows no better and is a victim to the same thing that they are victims of, not to mention the fact that the child in question is literally 007n7's kid. If anything, he probably leads the killers to Chance. If he likes shooting them so much, surely he won't mind them being led right to him.

It's escalated into a fight before, and the wrath of an angry parent is NOT to be underestimated. Guest had to drag 007n7 away, once things got physical and he started taking everything he had been bottling up out, including completely unrelated problems, on Chance. Chance wasn't very lucky that day, got stuck being short and couldn't fight back lmaooooo. (The thing of Chance changing height depending on his luck is the funniest thing to me)

whatever. go, my 10,000 7n7 headcanons /silly

- anklebiter anon

that is reasonable gonna be so fr. pats 007n7. we understand you dude. curse of weakness LLLLLLLLX be upon chance (he takes a gazillion points of dmg when 7n7 so much as glares at him)

anywaOW HEY OUR ANKLES /silly

[girlyteengirl16]

yes ofc i’m normal and can be trust around sharp objects