#will tag tbd

[sjoongki]

ramadan mubarak to all those who are observing. may this holy month soothe all of the aches lingering in your heart, wash away whatever burdens that may be weighing you down, reward you for all of the sacrifices that you have had to make in order to survive, shine light through whatever darkness that has made you doubt your place in this world, and grant you the inner peace, genuine happiness, and relief that you have been praying so patiently for.

[enden-k]

serving dinner

[calocreek]

Ok quick one for the late night people lol. Looking forward to tomorrow 😘

[ladygoatee]

[x]

[mysterycitrus]

also sorry ill shut up about this in a minute but — writing from jason’s perspective about dick (in post-crisis canon) is fun because like…….. dick is a very very intimidating person. often not outwardly! he’s generally pretty easy going, he’s very good at talking to people, putting people at ease, etc

but if we’re talking soft + hard power, dick outstrips jason in about every metric like 10-1. in non violent interactions with dick, jason has everything to lose — he might have to put himself at dick’s mercy to get what he wants. it’s not like an oft discussed point in canon but think about the fire power jason has in gotham vs what dick is packing (haha). literally coughing baby vs hydrogen bomb. one guys desert eagle vs the full concentrated power of the sun

once jason would have been able to rely on dick’s loyalty no matter what, the same way that tim and babs and damian and cass and steph and the titans do. but now he’s lost that privilege. he’s on the other side of the fence, second guessing everything dick does as an act to put him at easy before striking. is dick being genuinely friendly or playing 5D chess? probably both if we’re being honest

[leaving-grapefruitss]

what i think the obey me boys smell like

lucifer: expensive cologne, wine and sleep deprivation

mammon: axe body spray and 4-in-1 (shampoo, body wash, toothpaste and motor oil)

levi: water

satan: old books, old spice

asmo: a bath and body works

beel: a drive thru

belphie: lavender pillow spray, essential oils

diavolo: aftershave, sandalwood

barbatos: chamomile tea, hand sanitiser and ginger

simeon: dove bar soap, that dark blue nivea body cream and fabric softener

solomon: dust

luke: baby powder, johnson’s body wash and granulated sugar

why have i spent time to think of this

[zazikels]

My Sibling in Christ, Sunfyre would set YOU on fire if you told him he deserves a better rider.

[hotshotsxyz]

hi abbie! from the prompt list: buddie, ” i miss you. i miss you so much it hurts." please?

(buddie) (656 words) i have, once again, taken this in what is almost certainly a different direction than intended

“Hey, Shan,” Eddie says softly.

The air is crisp and cold, unseasonably so for early November, but the sun shines bright against a cloudless blue sky. It’s a perfect day to spend outside, and a perfect day to have a conversation he should’ve had years ago.

Eddie brushes a few errant leaves from Shannon’s headstone then sits in the grass beside it.

“It’s been a while since I came here without Christopher. He—he’s so much like you, Shannon, you have no idea. But I…”

Eddie scrubs a hand down his face and sighs.

“I need to talk to you about something else. Tell you some things that I wish I’d figured out a little sooner. Things I wish I could’ve told you face to face.”

Eddie closes his eyes and tips his face toward the sun.

“I still don’t really know how to say any of it out loud, but I’m going to try,” he says.

A soft breeze blows through the cemetery, ghosting across Eddie’s face like a gentle caress. The corners of his lips tick into a small smile.

“I miss you,” he admits. “I miss you so much it hurts. But I… I think you were right.”

This is so much harder than he thought it would be, but every word comes a little easier than the last.

“We were kids when we met. The same age Christopher is now, can you believe that? And we were still kids when we had him. I don’t think either of us really got that at the time.”

Eddie pulls his knees to his chest and rests his folded arms on them.

“Neither of us had the chance to figure out who we would’ve been on our own. These last few months have been the first time I’ve ever even lived alone, you know? And I—I’ve finally realized that I’m not the person I’ve been trying to force myself to be.”

There’s a thread coming loose along one of the seams of Eddie’s jeans. He picks at it until another stitch pops free.

“I’ve been holding onto your ghost almost as long as I knew you, Shan. I think it’s about time I set both of us free.”

Eddie takes a shaky breath.

“I kept you on a pedestal, because if you were the one great love of my life then I wasn’t—”

His eyes begin to sting.

“I loved you so much, but not the way I thought I was supposed to. You were my best friend. Think that might be a thing for me,” he laughs wetly.

“I wish you could’ve met him for real. I think you’d’ve gotten along. And I… I wish we’d gotten the chance to be friends again. You probably would’ve told me to get my head out of my ass way sooner.”

A tear slips down his cheek, followed quickly by another.

“I’m gay,” Eddie says.

It’s the first time he’s ever said it out loud. Something that feels like the weight of the entire world lifts from his chest.

“So you were definitely right about the divorce,” he jokes, and then the joke turns into a laugh, and the laugh turns into a sob.

A gust of wind blows, knocking a few leaves loose from the nearby tree. One of them drifts slowly and softly through the air until it lands gently on his shoulder.

“Thanks, Shan,” Eddie whispers.

He sits with her a while longer, long enough for his tears to dry and his thoughts to quiet.

“I’m going to try,” Eddie says when he stands. “I’m going to try to be happy. I promise.”

He lingers a few moments longer, then heads back to the cemetery’s entrance.

Just beyond the gate, sitting exactly where Eddie left him, is Buck. He looks up from his book as soon as Eddie crosses the threshold.

“Ready?” Buck asks softly.

“Yeah,” Eddie says. “I think I am.”

[ex0rin]

Jack Quaid as Boimler | Strange New Worlds: Those Old Scientists

[orpheuslament]

starting a collection

[enden-k]

glowy eyes bfs

[crystallizsch]

say hello to my obey me mc and mammoron my beloved

[gulava]

They couldn't have taken away your heart. Only because it pines for another.

[geckoodles]

Shitposting about Alex's gecko tail, ft @smilingmxsk!

[mysterycitrus]

violences contre les français