#won’t let go

[flurriethefox]

Okay I know it’s super cliche and shit but I love the “this guy bullies this person cuz they love them” trope. Just like, “oh shit this guy is a bitch I don’t wanna fuck with them” while the other is like “did they find that cool? Intimidating? Am I doing this right why am I panicking what do I do” It’s delicious.

Now shove my blorbo in there somewhere and whatever comes out I shall put on my gravestone.

[waywardstation]

The mountain breathes out warm air too

[yomudkipo]

Candy-colored misery

The color of your mind

Orufrey Week Day 2: Song 💛

Lemon Glow is an Orufrey song you guys gotta trust me on this

[turtleblogatlast]

Based on this post of mine, haha.

Leo finds The Last Unicorn. Core memories are made.

[reanimatedguts]

listen, we were all thinking it.

[pitsazawr]

I want to dress like him

[sapphicmuppet]

okay I unironically adore buddy dawn absolutely funny as FUCK for Porter in his crazy roided out giant form screaming THAT IS NOT THE FUCKING NAME and being like OUR SAVIOR BAKARATH I BELIEVE❤️ that made me cackle so fucking hard I kept rewinding it oh my GOD

[sentientsky]

you idiot, we could have been…us.

[ghostbeam]

Mech pilot yuuta and his mech that’s incredibly possessive over him. He takes to you as a handler almost immediately, excited for the help after his last few handlers were scared off. You’re not allowed inside, your constantly dodging malfunctioning limbs and faulty wires, but you’re not one to back down, and gaining her trust is just as important as gaining his.

Rika only realizes how important you are to Yuuta the day after you spend the night with him, and he’s left alone in the morning with an empty bed and a broken heart. You’re his handler. You’re not supposed to leave him. Not ever.

She lures you into her chest one night, faking some sort of lighting malfunction and allowing you inside for the first time. She keeps you inside all night, enduring all your yelling and banging on her insides to be let out, a nice gift for Yuuta.

[little-pondhead]

Your Ancient History, Written In Wax

-

Danny knew he should have put better security around the Sarcophagus of Eternal Sleep. It wasn’t even Vlad who opened it this time! The fruitloop was too busy doing his actual mayor duties because for some godforsaken reason, the man got re-elected.

No, it wasn’t Vlad. And it wasn’t Fright Knight, either. Nor the Observants. Who opened the Sarcophagus, then? Danny didn’t have time to find out as Pariah Dark promptly tore open a hole in reality and started hunting Danny down.

The battle was longer this time. He didn’t have the Ecto-Skeleton, as that was the first thing Pariah had destroyed. The halfa had grown a lot over the past few years, and learned some new tricks, but apparently sleeping in a magic ghost box meant that Pariah had absorbed a lot of power. The bigger ghost acted like a one-man army!

Amity Park was caught in the middle of the battle, but the residents made sure it went no further than that. Vlad and the Fentons made a barrier around the town to keep the destruction from leaking. Sam, Tucker, and Dani did crowd control while Danny faced the king head-on.

Their battle shook the Zone and pulled them wildly between the mortal plane and the afterlife. Sometimes, residents noticed a blow from Pariah transported them to the age of the dinosaurs, and Phantom’s Wail brought them to an unknown future. Then they were in a desert. Then a blazing forest. Then underwater. It went on like that, but no one dared step foot outside of Amity. They couldn’t risk being left behind.

It took ages to beat him, but eventually, Danny stood above the old ghost king, encasing his symbols of power in ice so they couldn’t be used again. He refused to claim the title for himself. Tired as he was, Danny handed the objects off to Clockwork for safe keeping and started repairing the damage Pariah had done to the town. The tear he’d made was too big to fix, for now, so no one bothered. They just welcomed their new ghostly neighbors with open arms and worked together to restore Amity Park.

Finally, the day came to bring down the barrier. People were gathered around the giant device the Fentons had built to sustain it. Danny had brought Clockwork to Amity, to double check that they had returned to the right time and dimension.

Clockwork assured everyone that they were in the right spot, and only a small amount of time had passed, so the Fentons gave the signal to drop the shield.

Very quickly did they discover that something was wrong. The air smelled different. The noise of the nearby city, Elmerton, was louder and more chaotic. Something was there that wasn’t before, and it put everyone on edge.

Clockwork smiled, made a remark about the town fitting in better than before, and disappearing before Danny could catch him.

Frantic, Danny had a few of his ghost buds stay behind to protect the town while he investigated.

He flew far and wide, steadily growing horrified at the changes the world had undergone. Heroes, villains, rampant crime and alien invasions. The Earth was unrecognizable. There were people moving around the stars like it was second nature and others raising dead gods like the apocalypse was coming. Magic and ectoplasm was everywhere, rather than following the ley lines like they were supposed to.

Danny returned to Amity.

The fight with Pariah had taken them through space and time. Somewhere along the way, they had changed the course of history so badly that this now felt like an alien world.

How was he supposed to fix this?

-

In the Watchtower, The Flash was wrapping up monitor duty while Impulse buzzed around him, a little more jittery than usual. The boy was talking a mile a minute, when alarms started blaring an alarming green. Flash had never seen this alarm before, and its crackling whine was grating on his ears.

Flash returned to the monitor, frantically clicking around to find the issue, but nothing was popping up. No major disasters, no invasions, no declarations of war. Nothing! What was causing the alarm?

Impulse swore and zipped to a window, pressing his face against it and staring down at Earth. “Fuck! It’s today isn’t it? I forgot!”

“What’s today?” Flash asked. He shot off a text to Batman, asking if it was an error. The big Bat said it wasn’t, and that he would be there soon.

“The arrival of Amity Park. I learned about this in school; the alarm always gives me headaches.”

Flash turned to his grandson, getting his attention. “Bart,” he stressed. “What are you talking about?”

Impulse barely glanced over his shoulder. Now that Flash was facing him, he could see a strong glow coming from Earth. “The first villain, first anti-villain, and the first hero,” he said anxiously. “They all protect the town of the original metas. They’re all here.”

“Here? Now??”

“Yeah? They weren’t before, but they are now. The first hero said there was time stuff involved, which was what inspired me to start practicing time travel in the first place.”

“I’m not following.”

“It’s okay. We should probably go welcome them before they tear apart Illinois, though. The history I remember says that some of them freaked and destroyed a chunk of the Midwest during a fight with each other.”

“WHAT?”

[small-birdie]

listen. listen. the epithets homer awards melinoë whenever he has the chance……. dreadful?? terrifying??? oh boy.

i know zagreus never got an official designation, but whether he is the god of blood or life, that’s all well and good. meli here on the other hand is about to be the goddess of all sorts of nasty stuff through absolutely no fault of her own. this lot wasn’t her choice; she’s been raised this way.

truly her father’s daughter as much as zagreus is his mother’s son, yknow?

[mondaijo]

vampire!fafa catches himself a lianlian 🦇

full pics on p/atreon

[morganbritton132]

I made this post the other day about Eddie being jealous that Hopper is spending time with Steve and I just love the thought of Eddie looking at Steve with his fucked up face, and his concussions, and his clearly broken ribs open mouth breathing because his nose is broken too, and just being like. Why is no one paying attention to me?

Harrington walks like he’s about to drop fucking dead but how dare the cop that constantly threatens to throw me in jail not threaten to throw me in jail! Harrington’s reacting speed is ten percent slower than he usually does, but Hopper should not care!

He should care about Eddie and his double park job. He should care about the pre-rolled joint he has in his pocket specifically rolled for Hopper to steal.

Because yeah, Eddie cares about his friends and he cares about Wayne, but he’s also an only child. And an outcast. He’s never had to share anything that he didn’t want to…and he doesn’t want to share Hopper.

[zer0point5ive]

“the worst they could do is kill you” actually the worst they could do is crawl closer to you instead of leaving even though they’re currently bleeding out after cutting their own foot off with a hacksaw in order to escape and the door is open for the first time since you both woke up in this room, just to pull you away from beating the now lifeless body of the man who was about to kill them and proceed to cup your face with the sort of tenderness that wasn’t meant for someone like you, wasn’t meant for either of you not here not now, before saying things that you both so desperately want to believe but know deep down are near impossible all while you feel the searing ache of the bullet wound they put there not moments earlier and then, even as they start to make their way towards the door, even as their shirt slips out of your grasp and your scrabbling fingers can no longer reach their wrist and the chain around your ankle starts to feel like your fate, they still turn back to assure you that they wouldn’t lie to you. if you’re adam saw 2004

[canisvesperus]

Fandom mfs when it’s time to use Jewish trauma as a token in discourse about imaginary elves and robots and aliens etc: 😡🤬

Fandom mfs when Jews are targets of antisemitic violence in real life: 🙉🙈

[aimseytv]

morning i woke up with a conjoined ear ache and tonsil pain and then proceeded to accidentally pour boiling hot water on my hands trying to make noodles to regain the last remaining ounces of my sanity