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spideyhexx · 4 months
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billy beating up a man cause he touched you inappropriately and he’s yelling obscenities, knuckles punching so hard into the man’s flesh, it’s crazy how he doesn’t break his own hand. And all you can do is stand, being held back by Jesse as he tries to pull you away from the scene of Billy going absolutely feral with rage. He’d look to you with some amount of guilt at one point, realizing you’ve never seen this side to him, only heard about it through the talk of the infamous “Billy the Kid,” and he’d yell out a “‘m sorry, baby ‘m sorry,” and maybe he was about to back off and run to you, but the man lands a punch right at his jaw and the rage comes back. Then the last glimpse you get of Billy as Jesse tugs you away is his eyes shining in the moonlight and blood dripping from his mouth.
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impala-dreamer · 6 months
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Say a prayer for all of the amazing scenes that never made it into the final draft.
For all the details you worked so hard on that no one even noticed.
For all the love, pain, and energy that you poured into your art that no one ever saw.
For the hours you spent- the sleepless nights, the early mornings, the lunch breaks you gave to your craft.
For the works waiting to be finished, the ones you've abandoned, and the ones you never got to write.
Say a prayer for the artist struggling to create, to give life to something meaningful, to share themselves with the world...
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dervampireprince · 1 year
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sometimes i'm just thinking about quick fucks and sometimes... sometimes my blood just goes hot, and i just want someone's skin against mine, slowly sliding, no words, just nuzzling into their neck, pressing our hands against every inch of each others skin, feeling their cock sliding against me, how warm it is, and then it pushes inside and they sigh and moan and we press our faces together, sloppily kissing, slowly and deeply being fucked, being all encompassed on the intimacy of it
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whumpshaped · 6 months
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ok but when the horrible evil whumper is super obsessed with someone they cant have, and theyre completely blind to the fact that they have a stupid simp for a right hand man. or they know and dont care at all whatsoever. they have someone right there who already does everything for them, who would walk into fire for them, who would roll over and beg on command, and they just dont care. in fact they make said right hand man's whole job about helping them acquire this person whos not even remotely interested in them. and they do it! of course they do. they give it their all because their life is useless if they cant even make whumper happy, their own happiness be damned.
and they eventually succeed. they bring in whumpee, they present them to whumper, and whumper is finally happy– of course they get zero praise or actual acknowledgement because whumper is too focused on their newest toy. but oh no. whumpee is rude. whumpee doesnt want to be whumper's prized possession. whumper is offering everything to them, everything they have ever fucking wanted, and whumpee doesnt care for it.
they know whumper would be furious with them if they ended up beating whumpee to death in a fit of jealous fury, but god, it's never been so difficult not to.
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farel-gowblin2 · 6 months
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A kiss is the beginning of cannibalism
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redrobin-detective · 2 years
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I have read a thousand fluffy, happy Batfam fics and I read one thousand more but when the happy sanitized fanon is put away and I really think of the characters, I can never believe it.
The Bats love each other, I honestly, truly believe each and every one of those weird, repressed assholes would die to save one another. But the day to day is hard. They’re not just a family, they’re coworkers and soldiers and enemies. Bruce doesn’t do normal and shows his love through control, paranoia and shared violence and he taught that to his children. The siblings never feel quite at ease around each other, too many betrayals, cutting words, stinging injuries. In the field, they are a well oiled machine, when they’re at home playing the part of a happy family, they can’t quite relax.
Dick is a demanding perfectionist who sometimes can’t separate himself the job. He’s burned bridges at some point with every family member and though he dearly loves them, sometimes being the happy, welcoming, forgiving big brother all the time to too many siblings is exhausting. It’s hard to keep so many different people happy at once so sometimes he just lets them go.
Jason never fully integrates back into the family. He doesn’t legally reclaim his name and return to his life, just keeps his head down and sticks to his turf in the alley. He’s simmered down a lot since his resurrection and can hold conversations with his so called family but it’s tense and soured by the past. He occasionally still murders and break B’s moral code but B is so tired of the fighting that they’re in a bit of a stalemate over it.
Tim has grown used to feeling like an outsider in the family. He stays out of obligation and because he has no one else left to turn to. Sometimes it feels like he’s just going through the motions of being a brother and son. He dreams about packing up and leaving but knows he never can. Is still bitter at the fallout of previously good relationships (Dick, Steph and B) and in general wary and untrusting of Jay and Dami. He wishes things could go back to how they were.
Cassandra has never truly understood the concept of a happy family. The Bats are comfortably familiar with their frequent brawls and generally being on edge around the other. To her, this is normal. That said, as much as she loves, she keeps her distance because its hard for her to deal with and express that love. She’ll spar and cuddle and smile and then disappear for months making it hard to the others to feel connected to her. She feels most comfortable alone.
Damian’s inferiority and superiority complex are at constant war with each other. He’s learned to see the error of his earlier thinking and realizes that everyone will always see him as an assassin. He hates how much he looks up to his older siblings, their skills and experience how easily they seem to have his father’s love. His pride prevents him from admitting this, opening up to them and instead perpetuates the cycle of insults and fighting.
There is love and connection in the Bat family but also cracks from hundreds of little interactions brought about by stress and pain and misery. When the stars are right and the moon is bright, they can come together and be a family. But it’s never the whole group and never for too long before uncertainty and fear creeps back in. In battle, they are an unstoppable force that works in tandem. Outside of costumes, just themselves, they are broken people awkwardly trying to hold together a facsimile family.
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I want blood to run down my face as tears fall from my eyes and my throat is hoarse from screaming. I want to hurt like I deserve to.
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fagcrisis · 4 months
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im thinking about that quote that went around about hong kong and how love transforms places. there is a city that used to be the place where my great grandfather is buried and the image of it in my mind for very long was a cemetary, a wake and a small, dark apartament that smelled of death. in the past year ive begun to think of it as a train station where someone waits for me by the reindeer statues. there is a city that seemed so far away to me as a child i couldnt even think of what it might be like, vaguely imagining landmarks featured in movies but now its a one bedroom apartament with a bad toilet, a tree where we watched birds and a stadium. im glad i got to know these cities as friends
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eddies-house · 5 months
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so...some past trauma has been reactivated which...fucking sucks. but it also means i might churn out some good writing?
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majoraswrath · 9 months
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foxxology · 9 months
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What would you ask the pair that could show you the way? One tells only lies and the other only truths, they have perfect knowledge, too bad they only say "right", "left", "yes", "no", and every single barbie movie soundtrack.
im not gonna lie i had to read this several times XD
probably just... do people actually like my art? (or are people just being polite) 😅
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theradicalace · 10 days
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thinking about being loved and being known. my coworker brings me strips of scrap paper to tear up because she knows i like the noise it makes. my housemate brought me a side of mozzarella sticks she wasn't going to eat, and made sure to tell me she didn't touch them, because she knows i won't eat them otherwise. life is full of little actions and reassurances like that.
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Jake secretly likes cheesy pop (Taylor swift, dua lipa, Selena Gomez) and Rich secretly likes emo music (fall out boy, my chemical romance, set it off) and they’re both terribly embarrassed by their taste in music so on road trips they pretend to like cool music™ and they’re both miserable the whole time
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The only moment of delusion in my life i am ashamed of is the idea of us
I saw you
We talked
I started seeing you in Rose tinted glasses
The world around you was pink
Forgetting pink is a mixture of red and white
I started falling
You knew, because I told you
You said nothing
You were neutral
While I was bleeding red
I think that's what made it such a vibrant pink
We both knew what we wanted
I wanted you and you wanted nothing to do with me
5 years into it
Now that the moment of realisation has hit
I see what it really was
We interpreted different things when we saw
I saw love, you saw me
I saw happiness, you saw me
I saw you and you saw me
I choose you and you choose someone else
I know it isn't anyone's fault
But now that I know I get the ick
I try hard to not choose it
I still choose to love you
But on some days I hope that in between choosing the ick and the love, I choose the ick
Because I was hurting and you weren't
I know it isn't fair
A lot can change in 5 years and I now hope my feelings will change too
~S.M/ 5 years into it
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its almost midnight-quick post a topless Harry doodle
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i got inspired by a buncha kylo(ren) arts I'm going through on Twitter :p
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spinchs-field · 6 months
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a character who was doomed to die from the start finally reached their end. what greets them is… the author of their story, smiling softly, sadly down at them. they ask the author why. i had to, the author responds. they ask the author if their story would ever end different. no, the author says, this is the only way it could’ve ended. they tell the author they don’t understand. you don’t have to, the author tells them. but i want to, they reply. maybe in some other universe you could have the ending you want, the author says. they don’t respond. but you don’t know what ending you want, the author continues, i know you don’t. of course you would know. i made you for a reason. what reason? to be mourned, the author answers, to be loved. they don’t understand. you don’t have to, the author repeats, you’ve been mourned, you’ve been loved, your story has ended. they ask if it has to. the author just smiles. they don’t understand. the author leaves. their story ends.
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