#it'll be fine

[nerdpoe]

"I hired him with a bag of hot cheetos."

"You...hired who?" Joker asked, looking around.

"My bodyguard from my hometown. I hired him." The hostage said, actually sounding bored.

"...There's no one here but you and me, kiddo, and-"

"You and I, actually. His name is Phantom, and he's here right now. Bye."

Then the kid disappeared. Literally. Him, and the bomb he'd been strapped to.

Or; To soothe his parents about his decision to move to Gotham, Danny lied and said he'd bought Phantoms services as a bodyguard with a bag of hot cheetos. Now, whenever he gets into trouble, he just goes invisible and intangible and nopes out.

#dpxdc #dcxdp #dp x dc #dc x dp #phanfic #story prompt #danny disarmed the bomb and left it on top of the police station with the batsignal on it #it'll be fine #besides he has a million better things to do than be a hostage #Tucker's debut on that soap opera is coming up and danny isn't gonna miss it

[canisalbus]

"Whoops, my bad."

#own art #own characters #CanisAlbus #Riario #art #artists on tumblr #dogs #canine #animals #macabre #gore #blood #Riario is undead he's been through worse #it'll be fine #he's a tough cookie

[heademptie]

More Comms!Reader Ghoap thoughts

You are so right.

Okay a bit of retcon.

Soap gets hit on, yada yada, reader is confused, yada yada, eventually they make the open relationship comment.

Ghost, initally caught off guard, doesnt say anything and just glares at reader. And he continues to glare in silence, so reader in their confusion and nervousness starts to ramble an explaination and Ghost just cuts them off.

"Shut up, not another fucking word."

Its not a yell, the order is clear and reader does as they're told, it sounds almost like a threat. Then there's just a tense silence at the table and reader purposefully avoids looking at Ghost. Maybe they even shuffle away from him a bit. Then Soap leaves and reader can't help but look over to Ghost once hes out the door. Except Ghost looks utterly furious, they think his jaw looks tight under the balaclava. Ever the people pleaser, reader tries to apologise to him.

"Listen, Lieutenant, I didn't mean to-"

But violating an order from Ghost isn't the smartest thing to do. Next thing they know, reader is outside, practically being dragged by the scruff of their neck by Ghost back to base. Reader knows, hopes anyways, that Ghost wouldn't actually kill them, but right now they don't like their chances.

They don't make it back to base. He must be too angry, because he pulls reader infront of him and speaks lowly. The way reader has heard in the recordings, the way Ghost speaks during an interrogation, the way he speaks when his team is threatened. And they realise just how scared those who incur his wrath get.

"I told you to keep your mouth shut." "I really didn't-" "You think you're clever?" "I just thought-" "Thought what?"

Reader shuts up then, realises that silence is best here. Ghost continues into them, lashing and snarling and picking out things to say that will hurt. Hes angry, obviously, but as he carries on, reader realsies that its because they hit a nerve. Oh. Oh.

Ghost and Soap weren't together. But Ghost wanted to be.

So they take his wrath, his cutting words and vague threats all with a blank expression. Then Ghost calms down, or atleast he lets go of reader and takes a breather. As reader stands there and rubs the back of their neck, easing the redding skin from his tight grip, they just stare at him.

"What are you staring at?"

Reader has the mind to look around the area, glancing around Ghost to ensure they were alone. Once they're satisfied with the sweep, much to Ghosts exasperation, they lean in slightly and lower their voice.

"You really care about him."

Ghost is ready to kill reader right then, he opens his mouth, but reader beats him to it.

"And just so you know, he cares about you."

Reader walks away then, moving a bit quicker then normal while Ghost stands stock still. Still glaring at them, muscles still coiled to attack, but he lets them go.

Ghost decides that there is more to reader then he originally thought. And that he'll figure it out, to keep his team safe of course. Keep Johnny safe, not that he'd say that. And no other reason, none what so ever.

#ghoap x reader #simon ghost riley #simon riley x reader #john soap mactavish x simon ghost riley #john soap mactavish #john soap mctavish x reader #john soap mactavish x simon ghost riley x reader #call of duty #cod #fanfic #not sure if i love it yet #the concept yes #the execution not so much #we'll work on it #it'll be fine #coms!reader

[eidolons-stuff]

Wednesday: "... because I wouldn't want to lose her like I did with my pet scorpion"

Thing: *shooketh*

Wednesday: "I am aware that this makes me inherently vulnerable. I accept that as a consequence"

Thing: *signs* "So... do you like Enid?"

Wednesday: "Well, I am not familiar with the intricate details of having affection-"

Thing: *interrupts by signing* "DO YOU LIKE ENID OR NOT?"

Wednesday: *ponders for a quick second* "Yes. I do"

Thing: *about to die from excitement*

#she said it! #she said the thing! #she did it #wednesday confessed #but to thing #now she needs to fess up to enid #omg how is that gonna go #enid might have a heart attack #it'll be fine #thing will be there #thing is awesome #btw #wenclair #wenclair cult #wednesday addams #wednesday #enid sinclair #enid #thing #this is so fun to write #so check out the other posts to know #what's happened so far

[kottkrig]

Cletus got dumped for the first time in his life and he's handling it well

#it'll be fine #hes on the brink of burnout on the side but it'll be fiiiiiiine #farabu #character: cletus #kottart

[ao3commentoftheday]

accidentally deleted half the code from a new site skin and didn't notice til I'd already overwritten it 🙃

time to logoff tor the night!

#it'll be fine #but i should NOT try to fix it while annoyed #it's a dark mode blue #that is super minimalist #looks good? i think

[thealexanderfiles]

#aziracrow #good omens #ineffable husbands #aziraphale #aziraphel #crowley #im not shitting you i went through the five stages of grief #then i decided not to tell them #it'll be fine #right?

[hipersensitive-pacifist]

I know I was laughing at the date fiasco before, but this looks genuinely tense…guys, why are we fighting again 🙃

#like eddie looks mad... #it'll be fine #I'm sure #but yikes #911 abc #911 spoilers #evan buck buckely #eddie díaz #buddie

[nayru-s-clay-tablet]

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#ghirahim #uh oh he's unsupervised #and so is Link #it'll be fine #link #zelda #legend of zelda #triforce of power #zelda comic #ganondorf #ganon #legend of zelda comic #triforce of power webcomic #triforce of power fancomic

[long-cold-winterr]

Whoo! Got Alice Cooper tickets

#managed to get the first block but last row #it'll be fine

[hannahssimblr]

Ivy is in her pyjamas by seven that evening but she won’t settle. She keeps insisting that when mom and dad are gone she doesn’t have to follow any rules, including bedtime, and I realise the error of my ways in establishing this dynamic with her. Perhaps being the fun brother has too many downsides. 

“Please, Ivy, just get into bed, what do I have to do?”

“I’m not tired.”

“I don’t care, go anyway.”

“What if there’s something good on telly that I want to watch?” She swipes the remote from the table and switches on some re-run of Gossip Girl, which is absolutely not allowed.

“No, turn it off, that’s not for you.”

“It’s for girls, it says it in the name.”

“They’re not girls, they’re… ladies, and they’re all spoiled. A bit like you, huh?” I snatch the remote out of her little hand and flick it off, so she balls her fists up in frustration and starts pummelling me with them. It is nine o’clock in ten minutes and I haven’t gotten around to cleaning our breakfast, lunch or dinner from the kitchen. Baguette crumbs and puddles of spilled hot chocolate still litter the table and counter upstairs making it look like, well, like a teenage boy is running this operation. 

“Stop,” I cry, “you’re over excited, this is what happens when you get too much sugar, I swear to God…” 

“Give me the remote!”

“No!”

“I want to watch TV!” 

“Go. To. Bed.” I put the remote high up on a shelf where she’ll never reach it, which is a stupid idea, because she shrieks and starts trying to scale the furniture to get closer to it. I swear I can feel the ticking of the clock inside my brain by now, she has to go to bed, I don’t know what else to do. When she gets onto the coffee table she kicks over the glass of orange juice that she asked me for fifteen minutes ago and sends it to the floor with a hollow thunk. I stand and watch as liquid pools over the hardwood flooring and I feel something in me snap. I grab her and yank her down hard. Way too hard. 

“Ow, ow,” she cries, “let go!” and I peel my fingers away to see the red ring I have left around her little wrist. Tears have sprung to her eyes, and in a panic I get down on my knees and hold the sides of her head as she begins to shake with sobs. 

“Ivy, I’m sorry,” I say, “That was too hard, I didn’t mean to hurt you, I really didn’t, I’m sorry…”

“I just wanted to watch the telly,” she whimpers, and fat tears pour down her round cheeks and drip from her chin. I feel ill. This is what happens with me, all the time, I get her hyped up and feed her sweets and then I get angry when she can’t calm down. She’s just a little child and I’m a fucking idiot without a clue about how to be responsible. It’s only been a day since we’ve been left alone and look at us now, the kitchen is destroyed, there’s orange juice seeping into the oak flooring and I’ve made my sister cry. 

“Ivy, please,” I say, “I’m sorry I hurt you, what can I do to make it better?”

“I don’t know.”

“Do you want me to call mom?”

She gasps, “No,” and she’s right, what a stupid idea. 

“Do you…” I look around me in a panic, “Do you want another hot chocolate?”

This brightens her up, “Another one?”

“Yeah.”

“Really?”

“Of course, yeah, sure. If you… If you get into your bed I’ll take it in and you can have it there, what do you think?”

She swipes her hands over damp cheeks, “I’m allowed hot chocolate in my room?”

“Yeah just for tonight, and only if you promise that you won’t spill it or tell anyone else. Okay?”

She nods, and I breathe a sigh of relief. 

She goes to her room while I head up to the kitchen and shove old plates and mugs out of the way to make room for a new one. I give her two scoops of chocolate powder and extra marshmallows as a guilty offering, and as I’m stirring it all together with hot milk a shadow crosses the window.

I curse under my breath. She’s five minutes early, and usually I’d be happy that a girl was so eager to hang out with me, but now is a less than ideal time. I try to get to the door before she does but I don’t make it, and the doorbell rings obnoxiously through the house. 

“Hello,” Clóda says when I open up to her, and her eyes immediately drift to the ridiculous looking hot chocolate in my hands, “Um, is that what you’re drinking?”

“No, um, it’s not, it’s for my sister.”

“She’s still up?”

“She’s going to bed now, I just wanted to bring this to her, and then we’ll be on our own,” She steps inside and I close the door gently behind her. 

“Is that a good idea?” She wonders, “All of that sugar?”

Fucking hell, I don’t know, do I? “It’s fine. You can just come downstairs and sit on the couch, I’ll be a minute,” I see her taking in the mess of the kitchen, and add, “don’t worry about that, it’s just been a busy evening, it’s not like that usually.”

“Okay.”

Ivy is sitting up in bed wearing an anxious expression. “Who was at the door?”

“Jen.”

“Oh,” a pause, “Did she lose her key?”

“Yeah she did, she was out on the beach and it fell out of her pocket.”

“Oh no, I hope she can find it.”

I push her fringe away from her forehead, “yeah, I hope so too. You know how it is with girls' pockets and all, they don’t really fit much in them, do they?”

She smiles, “No, they don’t. So it’s not really Jen’s fault, it’s her jeans.”

“Exactly,” I straighten up, “You okay now?”

“I think so.”

“Okay well, if you need something just shout for me and I’ll hear you. Don’t come out into the living room or anything, I’m going to be, um, watching a really scary movie.”

“Oh okay.”

“Goodnight Ivy.”

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#lucky boy #happy christmas lmao #i'm too sleepy to do anything but go on tumblr rn so here you are #love this chaotic night #nothing can go wrong #right? #feeding your 7 year old sister a pound of sugar and then telling her lies #it'll be fine

[anistarrose]

Image description: the buff handshake meme. one of the arms is labeled “magnus,” the other is labeled “zoox,” and their hands are labeled “getting yeeted out of your body and accidentally replacing it with a way, way weirder body”. End description.

#taz #taz ethersea #taz ethersea spoilers #taz balance #taz balance spoilers #zoox anthellae #magnus burnsides #taz spoilers #it's FINE. i'm FINE #surely between felix and nermal we can find a spare brinearr body #as is custom #it'll be FINE

[pickleking8]

9 - Adoption Isn't All It's Cracked Up To Be - Chapter 9

Words: 1188

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Tw: kidnapping, general creepiness, trauma discussion, injury discussion, death discussion

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The shifting sea of their glances oozed over him, covering him in a substance that he could only wish to be rid of, slimy, sticky, and squirming, finding its way into every orifice, every pore, and burrowing deep inside him, making his skin feel all wrong, like it was too tight and too loose and he was too hot and too cold and his organs rolled in his body and his eyes in his sockets and his nerves curled and twisted and writhed, and it was wrong, so wrong, and then Danny was running, his headache worsening and building into a single point of awful focus all while tears gathered in his eyes. He pivoted fast, pounding feet in rhythm with the pounding of his heart, and he heard the shouts behind him, garbled and unintelligible, and in his mind’s eye he saw the grasping hands, reaching from an impenetrable maw and snatching for his ankles and tearing at his clothing and now, blue-gloved and covered in oozing green, dripping slowly with the consistency of honey. Danny slammed into a wall and quickly recovered, pushing off of it, borrowing momentum, and stuttering to a stop as he came face-to-face with a tall man with dark hair, who grabbed his wrists and smiled. 

Others would describe the smile as easy-going. Friendly, calm, inviting. Danny saw the way it stretched too wide, the way it betrayed a sense of triumph upon his capture that was too leering, too predatory; he saw how the man felt fulfilled with the chase in the way his teeth were too sharp and too hungry. Danny saw all of these things, but he was really looking at the eyes. The eyes that scanned and assessed and were all too alert, and the eyes that didn’t crinkle with that mask of a smile, that only showed a coldness and calculation. And Danny was terrified.

The man didn’t let go when Danny threw his weight against his grasp. He didn’t even falter. They stared at each other for a fraction of a second, Danny’s breaths panting and frantic, the man’s slow and calm. And then the smile widened further, until the man’s face split and Danny was left waiting for more cracks in his porcelain-perfect face to appear. Before they could, though, the man dropped his wrists, and before Danny could react, enveloped him in a crushing hug that made Danny’s skin crawl. Danny flinched as the man laughed, a sound that was distorted and much too loud.

He shoved the man off him, hard, and the man let him (and he was sure that the man was letting him). He fell back against the wall, tears finally spilling down his cheeks, stinging as they fell over cuts and scrapes, and settling in the folds of his shirt. The man finally stepped away, finally stopped being so close that he could feel his breath, hot like fire, on his neck. Danny watched, afraid, breathing erratic and hands shaking, and more and more people filled the hallway, coming from all sides, surrounding him, and his already-meager escape routes dwindled until he was stuck, alone, with that sea of predatory eyes boring into him. 

“Jason? Are you okay?”, the man finally spoke, not in static and whispers, not garbled and distorted, as Danny had expected, but normal. Understandable. Not in the voice of the monster that Danny knew lurked. In his opinion, the normalcy of his voice might have been worse. This meant the monster was good at hiding. Danny stared at him. And then, not knowing what else to do, he spoke.

“Who are you? Who’s Jason?”, he said, and it was fast and panicked and the words sounded as though he had to force them out of a throat clogged with years of decay. The people donned various looks of surprise, eyebrows rose near-imperceptibly, breath was sucked in all too fast, the man who hugged him even jolted, and they all had the audacity to act wounded. 

“You… don’t remember us? We’re your family, come on, Jason,” the man spoke, daring again in an insurmountable arrogance to sound hurt, to sound upset. Danny felt his chest tighten, the panic somehow rising, as did his anger. Fueled by his pain and the man’s words, he managed to spit out in a sputtering flame of fury, 

“What the fuck? No, I’m not. No, you’re not. My name’s not fucking Jason, I’m Danny,” his voice softened, and it took on a pleading tone, one that was laced with desperation, “I don’t know who you are. You’re not my family, I know you’re not my family, just, please. Let me go. I won’t tell, I promise I won’t tell, please just let me go,” 

“Your act will not fool us, Todd,” the smallest one spoke up, with a tone of superiority and confidence, “We have examined your injuries, they are the same as Todd’s when he ‘died’, and you bear his exact resemblance. You cannot possibly think that your subpar acting skills will convince us otherwise,”

Danny felt his heart sink as his skin crawled all the more, and his expression betrayed every emotion. The tears picked up again with renewed intensity, running in ruts down his face and creating shining trails paved with despair, as he looked up and met the hundreds of shifting eyes.

“Please. I promise, okay, I promise, I’m not Jason, I don’t know who that is, please. I want to leave, I want to go home, I just- ... please, let me go home,” he whispered, his voice scratching and filled with choked-down sobs. 

A girl in the back suddenly stepped forward, melting easily from the darkness. She was younger than the first man, it seemed, with eyes that were much too black and sucked in the light around her, leaving her a shadow that was too silent, too empty, too seamless. This monster was good at hiding. Danny eyed her warily.

“He is not lying,” she said, and Danny’s heart swelled, “He truly does not remember,” she finished, and Danny felt his chin hit his chest. The people looked close to doing the same, until a short one with spiky hair snapped up suddenly, too suddenly, with a determination in his eyes that made Danny recoil. 

“It’s okay! This is probably a trauma response or something! I mean, his maybe-death was probably pretty traumatic, so he’s probably blocking that or something. He’ll remember. We just have to give him time, and being around us and all his old stuff will probably help,” the boy almost yelled in triumph. 

The others nodded enthusiastically, and as they accepted the idea, each one gained a manic tint to their eyes and their smiles widened to curl behind their ears and they all seemed to flicker green. They turned, slowly, their feet making no sound despite the heavy shoes many of them wore, and once again all of their shifting eyes, their warped smiles, their too-sharp teeth, and their twisted faces, all focused on Danny, and their jumbled speech flowed once more, horrible words that burrowed: 

“It’ll be okay, Jason,”

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Hey! Hope y'all enjoyed this chapter, I wasn't sure if I was entirely happy with how it turned out; I don't think I got the pacing quite right? And I was trying real hard to lean into the unsettling vibe and I think I leaned too hard. Ah well though, it's late, no time to think through decisions about posting. Or editing. It'll be fine, right? Anyway, thank you for reading! Constructive criticism would be appreciated.

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Taglist: @tkiesai

#dpxdc #dcxdp #crossover #jazz fenton #danny phantom #jason todd #batfam #adoption isn't all it's cracked up to be #I'm like #proud of how much I wrote #but there's *something* off #perhaps the pacing #but im too tired to fix it #I should probably wait and post it tomorrow so I can fix it #but nahhhh #it'll be fine #thanks for reading anyway!

[walkawaytall]

I am legit considering doing a session in a sensory deprivation tank because everything is so noisy right now my brain just feels like it's screaming all the time. I have no idea if it'll actually help, but it feels like it might.

#it me #adhd #honestly everything is just a lot right now #it's fine #it'll be fine #but also my brain is screaming constantly right now

[hollywoodsargeant]

boyish - chapter 11 18.2k words | 135.3k words total | loscar

“But if you never met him, then you wouldn’t know the difference,” Kyle is saying beside him, speaking rationally, clear and decisive. Logan tips his head back until he starts feeling dizzy, and says, “Who’s to say I wouldn’t?”

HEY GUESS WHAT IT'S NOT FOUR IN THE MORNING. BUT I AM IN CLASS. LET'S IGNORE THAT PART.

boyish update!! fucking finally!! i am returning to myself (loscar agenda) in my time of. being really fucking busy and distracted. but we move. we made it. here is a chapter. it's way longer? than i thought it was? like okay. please enjoy <3

+ if anyone would prefer a link to chapter one :)

#stop making tumblr posts in class (no) #i've been proofreading in class all morning rip #the only place i get anything done bc i am too distracted everywhere else #but we are so back. WE ARE #even if i just remembered. ch12 is the scary one #dear god #it'll be fine #loscar #boyish.miamis #f1 fic #f1 fanfic #f1 fic rec #0281

[tezzbot]

I have to stop telling myself "Oh I'll get up at [X time]" bro no you won't

#tezztalks #wasted so much of the daaaayyyyy #but that's okay. #it'll be fine