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yamisnuffles · 9 months

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Sick and twisted, really, that season 2 opens with Aziraphale telling Crowley that the creation he loves won't last and then ending with him telling him nothing lasts when he bares his heart again.

#good omens #gos2 #gos2 spoilers #good omens 2 spoilers #good omens season 2 #aziraphale #crowley #no one use this as me saying aziraphale is mean or I'm coming for you #just crying and dying over the parallel okay #the heartbreak of it all

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unoriginal-nerdy-nickname-here · 11 months

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🎉FRANK'S RETIREMENT PARTY! 🎉

Our beloved tumblr friend @nostalgebraist-autoresponder is going to be retiring from Tumblr tomorrow and requested a really high quality .jpg image of the big robot from "The Incredibles" saying "the GPT-2 bot would like a party", so I made this!

Frank, I’m so glad you were here with us! You have the most heart and personality out of any bot I've ever met. We all love you so much and hope you have a great time in retirement <3

#i'm not crying over a robot you are #she's not dying she's just retiring #frank is literally the coolest

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shehsart · 6 months

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Todofam enthusiasts we are being fed well this week. Dabi on the front cover of volume 39, todofam on the back cover and todobros in the extras! This truly was my Todoroki academia 😭😭

If this isn't proof enough that their arc isn't over yet and Hori will be giving the todofam arc the closure they deserve idk what is. Each one of them look so beautiful I'm in awe.

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ebenelephant · 2 months

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every so often I go a bit insane over the tragedy of Henry Blake. like. they're in this place broadly agreed not only to be hell on earth, but actually worse than hell, and he gets to go home. nobody gets to go home. the goal post is always moving, and the only way to be shipped back is in a cast, minimum. and Henry gets sent home, to his wife, to his kids. everyone is so pleased for him, so pleased, because if anybody deserves this it's Henry.

and then he dies during the trip. the war refuses to let him leave, so he gets shot down over the sea of japan, and he never makes it home.

what gets me about this is the fact that to my recollection, nobody from the 4077th (save for the woman who died in the minefield and brave, brave tuttle) dies. they all survive the war, they all make it home, bruised and a little bit broken, but there. and if Henry hadn't got that 'lucky break', if he hadn't been sent back home, then he probably would've got there.

#BITE BITE BITE #HISS HISS HISS #screaming crying throwing dying #mash #henry blake #mash 4077 #m*a*s*h #look I'm not pretending that this is an original thought but I'm fucking suffocating here #henry blake meta #mine

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swordcreature · 5 months

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ugh okay tell me if anyone else gets this

but one of the suckiest things abt bein' a Dammon girlie is that we don't get to see any negative traits of his

like... Rolan is shown to be a huge bitch when he's upset and you could even argue that we see some negative aspects of Zevlor (being so blinded by his eagerness to help others that it makes him rash and even susceptible to the Absolute's influence - not that it's his fault but you know what i mean)

but Dammon only gets to be sweet and helpful, dedicated to his craft and to fixing Karlach

i just wanna know what his baggage is okay

does he have a short fuse? sometimes yelling when he fucks up in the forge, throwing his work because he's frustrated?

does het get a bit condescending when talking about something he knows much more about?

is he always late to things??

like i need to know the shitty stuff about him too!!!!!

#worm things #bg3 #bg3 dammon #this is a formal cry for everyone to send me what they think dammon's bad traits are #i wanna know what everyone thinks are this dudes worst aspects okay #please i'm dying over here

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nightdivinity · 3 months

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Drink Responsibly! Prologue

ABO!Vampire!Batfam x reader

Minors! Do! Not! Engage! +18 only.

Platonic! Alfred, Bruce x reader, Possessive! Batboys x reader

Warnings: Alcohol, bad choices, stupid choices, possessive behavior, a/b/o fic, there is slight blood and gore, it's a vampire au, age gaps, because they're all significantly older, it's going to get suggestive from here on out, reverse harem, slight proofreading

Writer's Note: I want to thank @sophiethewitch1 for inspiring me and talking me through posting my writing. I hope it doesn't let you down! This is also my first time posting my writing on Tumblr, please be gentle. English is not my first language. Also, this is a why choose fic. So, it's Dick, Jason, Tim, Damian x reader. Maybe even Duke. I think four is a lot. Got to draw the line somewhere. Chapter 2 will be posted tomorrow.

It was midnight when you finally stumbled out of the latest club. Your heels were long gone, as you had taken them off the first time they got stuck in a grate. You’re pretty sure you handed them to a nice girl in the bathroom while her friend held your hair as you threw up copious amounts of alcohol and bar food. She had been super nice, you liked the way her short black hair was spiked, and her blonde friend’s eyeliner was superb. Anyways, now you are shoeless and desperately looking for the next bar on your crawl.

Gin’s. Ooh, that’ll do. You reach out and grab your friend’s bicep, point at the neon sign, and do vague gestures. Of course, your friend is not as well off as you are, so it takes a while to get your point across. Only they start crying again over their bullshit bar fling, and the fact you have no shoes.

It didn’t matter, none of it truly mattered. Not a single thing. This was your one night off after weeks of back-to-back grueling shifts at a job that doesn’t care whether you live or die. Yesterday you even took a quick unintentional power nap on the toilet. All of this resulted in you being slightly crazed and a little deranged as your night progressed.

But hey, Gotham just brings that out in people. In your job's defense, no one could take any more sick or inclement weather days thanks to all the random villain attacks next to or at your office. You blame the monthly rut.

At least you didn’t get stuck on the subway taped to a bench by the Riddler this week as he awkwardly rifled through a notebook of pickup lines. Life was certainly looking up.

See, unfortunately, or fortunately depending on the propaganda you consumed, you were born an Omega. Which had never truly been an issue. Except for the fact that thanks to a few foul choices from the government, it was getting harder and harder to get access to affordable pheromone blockers. You wouldn’t have even chanced this outing if you hadn’t found that one pill that rolled a little under your cabinet. Hey, you were desperate for a night out.

“I’m going there”, you slur.

Yes, this was asinine, but you still managed to wheel yourself and your friend to Gin’s. You hardly noticed the dark shadows following you as your friends from the bathroom quietly herded you. As you and your friend jaywalked across the street, you didn’t notice the red-headed woman standing in the middle of the road, blocking traffic from actually hitting you. It also barely registered when the nice boy with flashing gold eyes took your hand and led you past the line and directly to the front. This. Was. Your. Night. Out.

“Hey man, she can’t come in here with no shoes”, the bouncer at the door complains.

He was going to say more until he looked at the man holding your hand so nicely. You could hear the slight choking noise, and in your drunken stupor, you stumbled a little into your guide.

“He’s going to shit himself”, you stage-whisper. Or what you think was whispering. You were screaming over the pounding bass spilling out of the door.

“Shhh, Jackson, she’s with me”, your guide replies.

“She can come in, her friend can’t. Sorry Duke, they’re way too fucked up”, the bouncer swears.

You gasp and let go of Duke’s hand, instead reaching for your friend and pulling them tight into your embrace. While smashing their face into your chest. Even though you were the most drunk you’ve ever been, you didn’t miss the spike in pissed-off Alpha vibes that happened around you. Still, you smacked a hand against your friend’s ear in an effort to protect them from what was said. Then you got sidetracked by their hair. It reminded you that you wanted a pet. Although with your work and class schedule, it would probably die in a week. Three days tops. At least you had your emotional support friend.

“I can’t leave them alone”, you say.

“Hun, how about I call them an Uber, they look like they’re ready to pass out. They definitely can’t handle it anymore”, Duke replies.

He gestures towards your friend, and you notice how they’re slowly swaying on their feet. Eyes half closed. Shit. It would be shitty if you left them passed out somewhere in the bar as you danced and drank. They were already on their fourth wind and fading fast.

“Look, you see this nice car”, Duke continues.

He turns you three, and suddenly you notice the nice black town car next to the road. You vaguely register the fact that it’s one of those high-roller cars. Ones that only the richest in Gotham could afford.

“See, this is Killian, he works for Wayne Enterprises. He’ll make sure your friend makes it home. I’ll even have him text you when they get there. Won’t that be nice? You don’t have to worry at all (y/n).”, he tells you.

You nod, and it all makes sense somehow in your drunken brain. He knows your name, so obviously you know him. He also knows your friend, since he rattles off their address and gently pries them from your clutches before handing them off to Killian.

You pay no mind to the mention of a name that would have sent shivers down your spine normally. Wayne. Mysterious and dangerous to all who get involved.

“I need them back, don’t sell their organs”, you warn.

Then he gives you a tight brisk smile as he turns away from you. A persistent thought is starting to nag its way through the cotton in your head. The slightest unsettling feeling. Maybe there was something wrong with that blocker pill you found on the floor of your kitchen. You were certainly feeling as though there were a lot of pissed-off Alphas near you. The undercurrent of anger was a tang you couldn’t escape. More and more you felt the need to run somewhere dark and quiet to hide.

You ignore the persistent tugging by Duke as you watch your friend get loaded into the car and driven away. Well. That ends that.

The next time Duke tugs on your hand, it causes you to slightly stagger. He easily catches you and spins you around and through the door before you can protest.

“Can I have a Rum and Coke?”, you shout over the music.

“Yeah totally”, Duke shouts back.

It’s only until you are tugged past the bar that you realize that everything is not all sunshine and daisies. No. No. This is wrong. You want to go back.

You put your heels in. Duke was not ready for resistance as your hand slid out of his grasp on the way to the V.I.P. section. He turns around to get a better hold of you, only to watch you slip into the crowd and get lost in the sea of swaying bodies. Fuck. He was told to bring you to them. You still had to be here, there’s no way you could have bumbled off far. Shit. One job.

Duke ran a palm over his face as he scanned the crowd. There’s no doubt in his mind. Bruce was going to be pissed. He wasn’t supposed to know about your little excursion out. Everyone had agreed, they would watch over you as the day turned. You still weren’t used to Gotham; you didn’t know the sort of creatures that came out during the night. While the rest of the world was happy and filled with normal and meta shifters, Gotham was overflowing with the less-than-stable. All more than happy to take a bite out of the innocent. The only thing that kept it in check was the unspoken King and his disgraced hellions.

If you had been sober, you would have noticed the people slowly disappearing from the crowd. You would have noticed that tonight was absolutely not a good night to be out. One by one, shrieks of fear and pain were mistaken for fun. Jostling in the crowd was hardly registered as the violence spread. The whole night, you were in a sea of sharks feeding. Now you had finally ditched what you didn’t know was your only protection.

Not to worry, fear splashes hot and cold against your nerves as sharp claws grip your arm, your back slamming into the bar as a distended jaw hisses open in front of you.

Yeah. Maybe you should have been drinking responsibly.

#abo batfam x reader #vampire batfam x reader #batfam x reader #how many tags am i supposed to be making #is this yandere? I'm going to go ahead and tag it #yandere batfam x reader #yandere batfam #I'm dying from all this #Can and will be crying later

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sandywellington · 25 days

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Havers knew. Havers knew everything, no, I mean, he knew. He knew that the Captain loved him, but he could not be completely sure of it, he could not even admit the thought of real reciprocity. When Havers says, what he knew, he means, that all this time while they were together, he had the feeling that butterflies were fluttering around them and time stood still when they looked at each other. That his Captain was really in love with him, that was not some kind of imaginary fantasy, and that Havers did not invent all this to himself. He knew, but he could never be absolutely sure of it

#call an ambulance I'm dying #that's all of them #impossible tragic gays #my good ones I love them #I still cry terribly because of them every day #capvers #bbc ghosts #caphavers #the captain #lieutenant havers #the captain x havers

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gatoraid · 5 months

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She Who Became the Sun illustrations by Przemysław "Trust" Truściński

Okay I did some digging around and managed to find an ebook version of the illustrated Polish edition (Ta, która stała się słońcem) of She Who Became the Sun by Shelley Parker-Chan!! I got my copy from swiatksiazki.pl with the help of automatic translation.

Here are the illustrations I thought would be the most interesting to show here.

Chapters 1–4, Zhu at the monastery

Chapter 7, Ouyang

Chapter 10 - Ouyang and Esen

Chapter 16 - Zhu and Ma’s wedding

Chapter 19 - Zhu and Ma figuring out the business of rain and clouds

Had to censor this one OTL

Chapter 22 - Esen and Ouyang

Chapter 23, Zhu at the end of the book

#the radiant emperor #she who became the sun #I think the overall black and white style is nice #but I'm just dying at that bathing scene like WHAT #ma looks absolutely beautiful there but why is zhu wearing all this heavy makeup???? im crying #esen looks... pretty okay actually i guess #the jury's still out on how i feel abt ouyang #esen's death scene is probably one of my faves of these just because you can see how sad ouyang is

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ruby-static · 2 years

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Random stupid things from the modern world that I (and my brother) think would kill Phillip/Belos on sight:

Teenagers insulting his drip, apparently. (Given what happened with Luz.)

Look me in the eyes and tell me that man knows what a fucking car is. That man takes one step outside and immediately gets his crusty ass hit.

One second on TikTok and that man is done for.

On that note, one look at Twitter and that crusty bitch just immediately keels over-

You know what? Just the internet in general.

Every single drink from a soda fountain mixed together will immediately end his crusty existence.

A single Jolly Rancher would do that musty ass in.

Literally anything vaguely spicy would kill this crusty ancient fuck on impact.

Modern music in general, but play "I Want It That Way" by The Backstreet Boys specifically and his ancient ass is done.

One step inside of a McDonald's and his colonial ass just withers away.

Emos.

Weird Al Yankovic. No particular reason, I just think he has that power.

(Feel free to add on if you want!)

#The Owl House #Owl House #TOH #Emperor Belos #Phillip Wittebane #The Owl House Spoilers #Owl House Spoilers #TOH Spoilers #The Owl House Season 2B Spoilers #Owl House Season 2B Spoilers #TOH Season 2B Spoilers #I have no idea just what the hell I'm on #but my brother and I were wheezing making this damn list-#The sheer comedy of Belos/Phillip seeing the modern human world and just. dying.#(If anyone actually adds on I will fucking cry-)

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marlenacantswim · 2 months

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hey gang, do we all agree that ten's massive ego and god complex (or rather those traits being especially prominent in his regeneration) were a direct result of what happened in Parting of the Ways?

"marlena what the fuck do you mean" okay well think about it; ninth doctor. fresh off the time war. thinks himself unlovable, unworthy of love. just did a double genocide, including against his own people. he's returning to his old ways of lallygagging around helping humans in a more-than-desperate attempt to repress his feelings and try to mimic the person he was before the war. he's so vulnerable.

enter rose tyler. to him? she's the most amazing person in the universe. he loves her, full stop. she makes him feel like maybe he's still capable of love, but does he really trust her love for him? after all, she doesn't really know him, does she?

all that comes to a head when rose tyler becomes the bad wolf. in that moment, she sees everything. everything everything. the doctor's past, and the doctor's future. every horrible thing they did and will do.

and in that moment, with all this truth streaming constantly into her brain, most amazing person in the universe rose tyler looks at him and goes "i want to save you. you are worth saving."

bro no fucking shit ten has a motherfucking god complex, jesus christ i would too!!!

now personally i think nine would have rationalized it and been relatively Normal 'bout all that noise had he survived onwards, but unfortunately he didn't, and so when the doctor's subconscious and the universe were holding hands deciding what their new little guy should be like... well, we're already making him just for her, and she loves him.

rose tyler loves me. she loved me even when she knew me.

i'm just saying, that "Bad Wolf chose to save me" to "the laws of time are mine to command" pipeline is a straight vertical drop only a few feet long.