#and himself

[escapismisaddicting]

Damian Wayne’s favourite movie is Lilo and Stitch. I feel very, very strongly about this. A story about an alien who is originally created to be a weapon and reek havoc but eventually has a change of heart because he finds a family who accepts him as he is? Yeah no Dick watched this movie with him and Damian straight sobbed.

#batman #batfamily #dc #batfam #damian wayne #dick grayson #it also helps that stitch is adorable #he buys a stitch costume for titus #and himself #headcanon #heartcanon #it’s canon in my heart #disney

[zikinikki]

CALE HENITUSE!!!! would say this!!!↓

#lout of the count’s family #trash of the count's family #totcf #quotes #tcf #cale henituse #lcf #tcf cale #Cale to his kids #and Mary #does Mary count as Cale's kid? #eh #i guess #he'd also say it to Alberu #and anyone in his family tbh #and himself #and we stan him for that!

[money-and-dandellions]

so um a headcanon of Lester singing ballads and ballad-like songs (like, eight minutes long) at camp half-blood campfire or while he and Meg were driving through the States.

#lester papadopoulos #toa #meg mccaffrey #and he will forget some words abd just come up with new rhymes #and make up ballads just to spend time at the campfire telling about “quests” #and it is going to be catchy #OR he will come up with ballads about his own life #or heroes's lifes #meg will sometimes sing along with him #quietly #and the songs/ballads are going to stuck in her head #for a loong time #sunflower siblings #he will also sing to keep himself awake while driving the car #i doubt that he was getting much sleep then #and to keep meg entertained at some point #or to calm her down #and to reassure #and himself #music helps to heal

[leconcombrerit]

As promised, a sketch of punk Remus sexily being a criminal on a wrecked car (that's a wrecked car you'll have to take my word for it), providing his own dramatic lighting with a bit of dynamite.

#remus sanders #sanders sides #I had fun with this #I even think it looks good enough #he's a hazard to society #and himself #and everyone really he's just a hazard #generally speaking

[honey-fia]

Woah. So Neil canonically got waterboarded. That's fucked up. Do yall think he gets nightmares about that particular incident? Cause the incident really stuck with Jean and Neil experienced it. What if one night he gets a reminder of the torture?

What if he dreams about riko laying a cloth over his face, tying his hands to the headboard, ordering him not to move or he'll pay for it in an even worse way. He commands Jean to hold down his legs for him, threatening to hurt HIM if he does.

And then he feels water.

He's drowning. Water's flooding his nose, his mouth, his eyes as he struggles to keep them shut. He's drowning. He can't breathe. Water's up his nostrils now. Jean finding it hard to hold him down due to Neil's constant struggling and getting death glares from Riko himself.

He's drowning. He can't breathe. Neil is going to die.

Nathaniel is going to die.

"NEIL."

That's all it takes for him to realize it was all just a dream. But was it?

"Neil, are you awake?", Andrew's voice is barely a whisper, against the wind jostling from the windows.

"Yeah.", it takes him a while to realize what he was doing. He releases his hand from his throat and sets them on his knees.

"Choking yourself to death seems the most impractical way to die, in my opinion."

Silence.

"Wanna talk?"

#aftg #the sunshine court #neil josten #andrew minyard #andreil #neil is really gonna be the death of me #and himself #aftg hc #story prompts

[bewareofchris]

#go2 #good omens #i mean if we have to live with it #we have to live with it #look at that face #he's scared because he doesn't know how to want the thing #he wants Crowley #but he's scared because all his life he's been told he can't #i get that #look at that agony on his face #look at him realizing he could have it #that he could have it right now #and that he's just not ready #he's not prepared #he's always one step behind #trying so hard to be braver than his fears #trying to be all the things he thinks he's meant to be #and himself #and finding there's no middle ground #its all or nothing #either he's fully with crowley or he's not #and he can't be #sorry friends #crowley will always be moving too fast for him #until he stops standing still

[avidenthusiastoftomfoolery]

Fellas is it gay to be slowly rotting away in the basement of your enemy/friend/?????’s Pharmacy ™️ because he hit you with a potion that will utterly consume you until there’s nothing left but a shell of what you once were?

@enderwoah <3

#now you all get to enjoy it #avid the beloved #he’s gonna be the death of me #and himself #lol

[sagau-my-beloved]

Personally, I feel like instead of Venti getting locked up by the government for being supernatural, he'd more likely just be interrogated for being a terrorist with unknown technology.

I mean, if Venti is running around the US accidentally/purposely defacing/destroying national monuments, the government would definitely take that as terrorism.

I see your point, that probably would qualify as terroristic activity hmm

Well, point still stands, as long as he doesn't get caught then—

But if you think they're just gonna overlook the supernatural aspects then idk what to tell you, there's no way the government would pass up an opportunity to get themselves an upper hand

On the bright side, this could very well lead to Venti turning the tables and starting yet another revolution, as that's definitely something he'd do, after 'infiltrating' the super secret testing lab

American Revolution 2.0 ft. a chaotic fictional bard and a very tired reader

This does make me just picture sagau reader going like

Creator: "Hey, I'm bored, go start a revolution or something."

Venti: ":D!"

#genshin impact #sagau #genshin venti #venti x reader #genshin x reader #brainrot #he'd take any opportunity to start a revolution i just know it #a menace to society #and himself

[quecksilvereyes]

songbird.

Sir Robert Gadlen is a brute and a cheat, and you have, in common tongue and common mouth, always been too beautiful by half to be his son. His hands are calloused where they hold you, and his hair is ever coarse. There is laughter in his throat most days, too loud and too sharp to be anything but a dog's bark, and his table is never clean.

Fine damask, finer silk, golden thread and silvered claws, a dog is still a dog no matter how you dress it. The teeth will not be filed, not by sugar nor decadene or courtly love. The muscle will not melt, not in heat nor years or little boys with scraped knees and hands made of cashmere. The claws do not dull, and the fur, groomed on iron-soaked fields and steel shavings, does not change its colour.

It is still brown, shorter by the throat than is fashionable, longer by the hind limbs than is decent, a coat made for scrapping. A dog, says the girl with the dark eyes and the pearl-stitched cap who once made of her palms an offering for your mouth to drink from. A mutt, says the steward, when your mother has retired and your father has taken the bow from the wall, hands twitching.

Mouth laughing.

Too much money, says one of the kitchen girls, red-aproned; red-mouthed, not enough sense. Her eyes are bright things, and her freckles stretch from the bloom of her forehead to the spread of her shoulders. Red-dotted, red-chested.

Your teeth are dull. Your hair is fine and soft with oils, the roof of your mouth is glutted on sugar. In the turning of your hands lies a childhood cushioned with care, and in the curling of your mouth lies a bird's song. In the flush of your skin lies your mother's legacy - a splotched blush, a spread of moles.

Little bird, says your father, his mouth pressed to the crown of your head. Little bird, flap your wings. His beard is wiry - sharp - and his voice is rough. His hands, callouses and all, are soft, soft things. Close your eyes. Laugh with him.

-

Lady Eleanor Gadlen is a marvel and a beauty, and you have, in truth and sleepless nights, always been too hot-headed to be her son. The parlour is never locked, no guest is turned away. There is ever ale in the pantry and soup on the stoves, and when asked for hospitality, the lady laughs and offers. She is, by grace of her husband, gold-capped and finely embroidered, cherished and warmed by the hearth lit in the dog's maw. She is, in spite of her husband, a noble thing, swan-delicate and fair as the first spring day of a cold year.

In the evenings, she curls into the roughness of Sir Gadlen like a homecoming, and drinks from his mouth his ever-present laughter. Hob, she says. Dearling. Into the undoing of her cap and the spill of the fine hair you both share, she does not flinch from claws or rough palms.

When she has warmed herself by the fire until the heat drips from her fingertips, she runs them through your curls. You rest your head against her chest, the beat of her steadfast heart. One-and-two.

Too good for him, says the girl, and the pearls drop from her cap into your parched mouth. When she smiles, they dissolve on your lips. A shame, says the steward into the frantic rush of the working kitchen, when your mother has donned her good riding boots in pursuit of your restless, chainless father.

She could have had her pick, says the courtier whose name is the same as the five men who have come to lament before him. Well-bred, and comely as she is, she might have had something pedigreed, instead. Your knuckles are wet and swollen by morning, and the courtier's throat is thick with bites only dull teeth can press into pompous skin.

The Lady Eleanor's smile is dimpled at the edges, and her hands are fine-boned and soft in the way of a woman who has never known labour. When she takes her dog to church, she talks with the parish after the service has ended, swaying skirts and sunlit eyes. Gifts smiles as easy as bread. Sir Gadlen lets her.

Lets her write and hunt and pick. Lets her collar and leash him. Laughing mouth, crow's feet around his eyes.

Your chest is bruised. Your lip is split. Your dull teeth have long since learned how to mine for copper in the depths of gossipping mouths. Your nails are short and bend where they grow, but your fingers are strong and your tongue is vicious.

Little songbird, says your mother, red-chested and crowing, will you sing a song of loving?

-

Come on. Open your beak and sweetly sing. With your ribs in bloom and your mother's soft hands wrapped around a dagger's end, with your father's brutishness in a sick boy's throat:

The wooden planks underneath you have had their fill of your blood. Soon, they will swell beyond a nail's grasp and leave stumbling blocks in their wake. The boy between your teeth makes a sound as a wounded, rabid thing does when it is trapped - thin wire and white-foamed mouth.

Let me go, he says. Let me up.

His hands are soft where they touch yours, trembling knuckles and sharp, sick steel. Your palms are all torn by now and every breath is a rattle. Drag him down, little songbird, and drink the foam from his lips. His mouth is a flood of ale and bile. His skin is cracked with salt.

Is this not a homecoming?

#the sandman #hob gadling #eleanor gadling #eleanor gadlen #robyn gadling #robyn gadlen #the sandman fanfic #the sandman fanfiction #the sandman 2022 #hello welcome to larissa rambles while sick and feverish #robyn reflects on his parents #and himself #in which eleanor took one look at hob and said i want this one please #and hob proceeded to buy her the moon and stars #parent child relationship #death tw #canonical character death #fun fact young robins dont have red chests #so uhhhhhh heres how robyn got his red chest

[shinebrightlikeanarwhal]

Steve is literally the supportive mom friend.

When the others were hellbent on playing DnD, he took his date to watch the game Lucas was playing in.

When Dustin was pretty much abandoned by the others, Steve was excited to pop out give their handshake and sit with Dustin at his job!

He practically coparents with Eddie.

He literally would rather risk jail time than put the kids in dangerous situations. (I.e. Billy looking for max and Max risking herself) However he is soft like pillow and gives in.

Jealous that they had another cool older figure. Meanwhile he is pretty much stagnant at both his life and his love life. Feeling inadequate until he meets the guy and their booth dummies with hearts of gold. Although Eddie knows all the nuances the kids enjoy and Steve’s the out of touch mom who just smiles and nods.

Basically I’m in love with team mom Steve doing his best to keep those brats alive.

#stranger things 4 #stranger things season four #stranger things #steve harrington #steve is the best babysitter #steve is already a mom of like seven kids #he also has to keep his buddy safe #and his ex #and the cool dad the boys picked up #and the kids #and himself #maybe the town as well #give Steve a raise #if he dies I’m suing

[theofficialuriel]

the trauma that the 73rd demon realm would’ve given KimCom is spoken about a lot, but I haven’t seen anyone get into the specifics of it. let’s put the focus on yoo joonghyuk and the kids.

as said in the notes of the last reblog, i feel like the real (as he believed) death of kim dokja happening in his arms would’ve deeply affected yjh’s psyche. imagine you find someone who so perfectly contrasts you and then having to kill him. he would’ve thought he lost the man forever. and the fact that the man was in his arms as he turned to dust? it would’ve ruined him because why does everything he touch become ashes and dust? and this is third round yoo jonghyuk. he just got betrayed to hell by anna croft. it’s lucky he didn’t remember, otherwise he would’ve never spoken to dokja again. the contrast between a cradle and a stab to the chest is so intriguing and so depressing. like the symbolism??? the opening to a character psyche????? this is why I like that one fanart (I can’t find it anymore someone help)

Ok I went I on a bit of a tangent so I’ll keep the children short. Of course, killing their father figure was deeply traumatizing. No child should ever have to go through that. And the fact that he encouraged it? I could go so deep into the psychological effects that death still has on the kids afterward. But the thing that’s so jarring to me is the fact that he tells them to “treat this as a game.” Correct me if I’m wrong, but that was the first time he ever “played a game” with them. That action is a moment of bonding between a father and a child. Dokja tried to shed some light into the horrible scenario they found themselves in, but his attempt ended up making everything so much darker. To take such an innocent phrase and distort it until it’s unrecognizable in the garden of death, blood, and mourning…

#i feel like it also shows the #low regard in which he treats his life #life is a game to him #literally #the entire first volume was dokja separating himself from the narrative #enough so that he cannot #connect with real people in any amount #he’s disconnected from his companions #and himself #similar to a gamer playing something like… #actually #I’m not sure if he’d be playing a multiplayer game #or something like gotham knights #where the characters really are not real #I’d say he feels like he’s playing a single player game #with realistic AI #but the game is actually multiplayer #and everyone knows but him #this could apply to Yoo Jonghyuk prior to meeting Kim Dokja too #kim dokja #omniscient reader's viewpoint #orv #omniscient reader #orv analysis #shin yoosung #lee gilyoung #omniscient reader spoilers #jongdok

[queercontrarian]

have u considered SHORT HAIR ERIS

i have considered aND REJECTED IT

but because it is your birthday i shall give you a fUn little headcanon for short hair eris: okay. you can have short hair eris. but do you know why it's short? because it used to be long when he was a boy, so what happened?

beron, obviously. cut it all off to humiliate him because eris was very attached to and proud of his hair. and ever since then he's kept it short to not tempt his father into doing it again.

so you can have this. at this point in canon it's short. but once beron dies you best believe he's growing it out again.

#there are only three people he allows to cut his hair #his mother #azriel #and himself #except azriel never does it because he's scared of fucking it up

[glsneeg-enthusiast]

whoopsie thought about henrik fucking killing randy

#and himself #to prove a point #like a normal person

[dreamerslovechaos]

thinking about my boy (aziraphale) hours

#i am SO VINDICATED that my aziraphale interpretations are all canon from what little leaks ive seen #BUT ON THE OTHER HAND MY AZIRAPHALE INTERPRETATION IS HEAVILY BASED ON MY OWN EXPERIENCES WITH RELIGIOUS TRAUMA #AND ARE EXTREMELY FUCKING TRAGIC #aziraphale cannot love crowley #because the act of loving him reveals some uncomfortable truths about the way he looks at the systemic dichotomy of heaven and hell #and himself #crowley loves aziraphale so much #and that scares aziraphale #aaaaAAAAAAAAA #im so screaming tonight i havent even watched the series i just know what Goes Down #good omens #good omens season 2 #gos2 spoilers

[sadaveniren]

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#here’s my rocking chair granny take #maybe he’s playing along cause it’s ending #maybe he’s playing along cause he feels more comfortable with his team #and himself #all I know is the peace ring is back #and HL enjoyed themselves in Italy #also - and this is always key - the bitch was never fucking pregnant #✌🏻 #like he can say whatever he wants #that child did not come from him and Briana lol

[rooolt]

Oh you’re a detective? what are you detecting, other men?

#This is about my friends dnd character who’s homophobic but only to men #And himself #bc he is bi #He just doesn’t really know #Loves lesbians though bc he has like seven sisters