#you CANT KEEP DOING THIS TO ME

[tavs-brainworm]

The NERVE of Ascended Astarion to put Tav on their knees, grab them by the throat, kiss them silly and shove them back like a rag doll — only to top it off with that earnest, sputtering,

Mm 🙈 hah 👉👈 I do rather like that, you know… 😳☺️

[msenglishgent]

BASHIR OH MY GOD

[cadoodledoodleydoo]

Both haunted & holy. @amevello-blue and @alicat54c are back at it again feeding me with even more found family turtles™️. If you haven't checked out Pawn's Gambit yet on AO3 you're sorely missing out. Please enjoy this slinky little baby. Bardi my love. What a perfect big brother 💕

[threestripeslider]

to everyone making me emotional about a middle-aged turtle man: from the bottom of my heart, fuck you (affectionate, reverent)

[spheredotorb]

took this clip thinking "he was giving so sad abandoned kitty and now he's shooting laser beams and giggling about it!!" but when i went to trim it and listened with headphones i heard his adorable little noise (again) and died right on the spot

[butterscotch-goat]

tumblr's hate mail is insane/j

[shionxion]

Finally! My copy of FFXIV: Growing Light OST is here! (I don't know why the bonus sleeve didn't come with a protective plastic like the others did. I'll just put it in a ziplock bag, I guess.)

Wait a minute!

Flow?! Amanda Achen?!

Oh noooooooo! 😭🤧

[boneshine]

Me microanalyzing every single word they use in Season 5 to prevent myself from getting hurt again

[blue-cookie-for-percy]

[ghostforwhat]

halfway through your leather jacket fic and honestly if anything makes me want to write again it's you

AAAHHH IF U WRITE CONTENT BC OF A PWP IM GONNA DIE

[theblehthatbloos]

GOD FUCKING DAMNIT

please reblog for sample size uwu

[anonyippee]

well, i have another surprise.

*from nowhere brought a giant merc plushie and put plushie next to you*

here you go. :D

YOU ARE EVIL ANON /J

[sex-typo]

the sexual tension between me & the door handle that keeps getting caught on my sleeve & pulling my sweater off

[you-just-got-wormed]

This is the last straw neil

Hello Mr Gaiman. I’m not sure that you’ll answer this question but it least I can say that I’ve tried.

So I’ve been rewatching season 2 today and I noticed that there was no holy water during the battle in the bookshop. Aziraphale can’t make any water holy? Or is he too good to use it against demons?

Why would he have holy water in his bookshop? It could hurt Crowley.

[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.