#why am i reading this

[gilliontidestriderfan]

me? crying over a stupid fucking minecraft smp dangonrompa au? thats crazy.

[londondziban]

Crimson Rivers

Just finished chapter 25...so many emotions. so many.

I went into this fic knowing James and Regulus get a happy ending and yet THAT scene had me so convinced the fandom just lied to me. like it was all a collective bit where everyone just convinces people there's no MCD and then BAM. but not thank gods, I was not being punked.

I will never get over that scene. that was devastating. zar you horrifically talented human being. I adore you despite the agony you've put me through. I'll be thinking about that scene for the rest of my life, thanks.

also, character death spoiler warning so now is your chance to turn away and stop reading my post if you haven't read the fic yet......alright? all clear? good. Evan's death fucking devasted me in ways I can't properly articulate. I didn't realize how attached I've become to Evan Rosier since joining this fandom but wow. my heart legit broke. and having to read Regulus' reaction and his experience with the resulting grief is so heart-wrenching. those two deserved to be best friends. I need a happy, fluffy Rosekiller fic immediately with a side of Evan and Reg being besties. I can't handle the heartache </3

anyway, not my most coherent ramble but to be fair to me it is nearing six in the morning and I'm in the trenches (aka finals week(technically my finals extend into next week as well due to one class I have but)). peace and love and all that crap

[necesitotequila]

I’m someone who is almost never overly disturbed by anything I read, no matter how triggering - but Nabokov’s Lolita is entirely something else.

The seemingly countless mentions of HH lusting over Dolores - who is all of twelve years old - made me so uncomfortable at some points that I had to repeatedly put down my book to process just how fucked in the head he is.

I get that this is the point of the book, but I’m so surprised that the reading experience proved to be such a jarring one.

[highasthesea]

reading fan fiction while my parents get divorced is my favourite pass time

[quaerefelis]

,, Even [...] regularly brought him books from the library in town to read and discussed them with him afterwards,

listening to his opinions as if he were a real person."

Hanya Yanagihara, A Little Life

[rat-soup247]

[moonofiron]

Anata Janai to Ikenai Unmei Gobusata Omega Daikiraina Alpha to Ban Temashita, Chapter 5

[cottaegecore]

when you start reading again and it's like oh. oh . the sun actually does still shine.

[ladybracknellssherry]

Why didn't anyone tell me this is a play on a bible quote? First time I regret being raised by atheists.

Can't believe some gay ass show got me reading the bible.

[starry-bi-sky]

I am loudly pushing the batdad agenda i am loudly pushing the— DPxDC Prompt

“Woah. You look like shit."

Granted, that’s probably not the first thing Danny should be saying to the guy that just bit the curb, but in his defense; he’s not running on 100% right now either.

The man -- tall, towering, and broader than Danny is tall -- whips around on his heel, black frayed cape flaring out impressively. Danny would've whistled in appreciation, but he takes the time instead to wipe the back of his hand across his mouth, smearing the blood running from his nose across his cheek.

"Sorry." He blinks widely, not even flinching as the man with the horns zeroes in on him. "That was rude of me. I have a really bad brain-to-mouth filter; Sam says its what always gets me into trouble."

And she's not wrong either, per say. His smart mouth is what landed him in this situation -- with blood blossom extract running through his veins and cannibalizing the ectoplasm in his bloodstream. Thanks Vlad.

The man grunts at him; a short, curt "hm" that shouldn't make Danny smile, but he does because he's somewhat delirious and probably concussed. The man keeps some kind of distance, sinking towards the shadows of Gotham's alleyway like he dares to melt right into it.

If it's supposed to scare Danny, it doesn't work. Danny's never been afraid of the dark; he's always been able to hide himself in it. He blinks slowly at the mass of shadows.

"You look hurt." The shadows says, blurring together around the edges. Danny squints, and licks his lips to get the blood dripping down his chin off. Ugh, he hates the taste of blood.

"I am." He says, "My godfather poisoned me. M'dying." The agony of the blood blossom eating him from the inside out looped back around to numbing a while ago, so all he feels is half-awake and dazed.

"Hey," Danny stumbles forward towards the man, a bloodied hand reaching out to him. "You-- you're a hero, right? You're not attacking me; which is more than I can say for most costumed people I've met." Maybe it's a poor bar to judge someone at, but he's already established that Danny's not in his right mind.

The man makes no change in expression, but Danny realizes blearily that it's hard to tell with the shadows on his face. He stays still long enough for Danny to latch onto the cape -- stretchy, but almost soft under his fingers.

He looks up blearily into the whites of the man's eyes. "Can you help me? I don't-- I don't wanna die." Again. He doesn't wanna die again. He blinks slow and lizard-like. "I mean- I'll probably get to see mom and dad again, but I told them I'd at least try and make it to adulthood."

There's a clatter down the street, and Danny's ghost sense chills up his spine and leaves a bitter, ashy taste in his mouth. He immediately knows who it belongs to even before the deceptively gentle; "Daniel?" echoes down the way.

"Daniel? Quit your games, badger, Gotham is dangerous for children."

Danny's mouth pulls back, and blood spills against his tongue. "Please." He rasps, and grabs onto the shadow's cape with both hands. "Please. He's going to kill me. Please--"

"Daniel? Is that you?"

His lips part, dragging in air to plead with the darkness again. He doesn't need to, the whites of his eyes narrow, and the cape whirls around him before Danny can blink. Soon swaddled in shadows, the Night lifts him up, and steals him away.

[coddda]

I wish we could have met in some other way.

Lawlight Week Day 2: Soulmates

If you saw me repost and re-edit this several times uh No you didn't </3

Still frames/Individual gifs:

If you know what every frame is from you get a free cookie. by the way

[egophiliac]

giving the people what they want (jokes about spreadsheets)

anyway, Twst continues to prove that it is aimed at me specifically by giving us not one, but now TWO extended scenes of characters being incredibly difficult about signing an NDA. you just don't get this anywhere else.

[isjasz]

[Day 246]

More background practice but it got out of hand goshdangit .png

They chilling :D

[midnightcrows]

“Ninth was my name,” said the new arrival. “Ninth was my hearth, and my homeland. Here have I come at your calling. None may return from the River unless he be bidden by blood-rite; tell me, why have I been drawn here?”

Art print store here!

[cocoabell]

A bitter reminder 🥀

[originalartblog]

Apparently much-needed reminder that reposting artists' art (by saving the images or screenshotting them and reuploading them yourself) on other platforms without the artists' expressed permission and without credit is theft and an insult to their passion and craft. You are profiting (in views, in attention, in feedback) from someone else's work and ideas, who do not get that feedback for sharing their creation.

If you are an art reposter, you are a thief and I have no respect for you.