#let me escape

[mbrainspaz]

Murderbot doodle from my work meeting notes because I’ve been surreptitiously listening to the audiobooks at work all week

#murderbot #currently reading #let me escape #corporate American hellscape #my art #doodle #meeting notes #life of a government drone #it’s like 5 years old give it a break 🫣

[georgeromerosanalcavity]

“Lois, do you ever think we can get back? Like to what once was? Were we even happier once?”

“Peeetah, you know life isn’t that simple. It’s moments of great sadness and great joy, one moment after the other, not consecutive but in random order. It was then, it is now, it will be the way. The only thing we can do is keep looking around every corner, in hopes that it’ll be a warmer sight that greets us.”

Stewie B plot:

#family guy #i keep getting addicted to the YouTube family guy reels #let me escape

[honeydukesheroine]

Last Line

Thanks for the tag @rmwb-fanfics ! I can’t wait to post the next chapter of my WIP! Life just hit me hard the last two weeks, so hopefully will get it edited and posted by this weekend 🥰

“Oh, there you are Harry. I wondered -,” his voice trailed off.

Ginny could feel both sets of their eyes on her back as she returned to the compartment shared with Luna and Neville.

#when real life gets in the way of fanfic #let me escape #hinny #missing moments #harrypotter fanfiction

[citrusillustrations]

i feel like i havent used escapism enough recently, everything going on in my life i should be in a fandom obsessing over characters n shit. I doodled today and it felt great let me get obsessed again so i can avoid the bullshit that is reality

#vent #words #let me escape #pls

[xx-supersayainminecrafter-xx]

I like bideo game

#free me #help #kill me #let me escape #from this prison of flesh

[vudoo-child]

I can feel depression whispering it’s sweet nothings in my ear again

#seriously #rant #wtf #I need to gtfo #let me escape #I want more #but how #i’m so sick of this

[orangemoustache]

a non-subtext hannibal sex scene would be like: *will in therapy with bedelia, slutty outfit on, recounting the event just to torment her* *tasteful artsy shots of hannigram doing it (flesh sliding against flesh, close-ups of trembling eyelashes, drops of sweat rolling down skin)* *metal pipes tumbling down the stairs dot mp3 gets louder* *alternating shots of them in the kitchen and in the bedroom: a knife cutting into meat, a hand brushing a knife scar. swallowing wine, swallowing bodily fluids. etc.* *will narrating over it like: "to know is to consume and to consume is to become... and hannibal knows me, with all the teeth at his disposal..."* *interspersed shots of them procuring the 'food': knife stab parallels the other kind of penetration, a frightened scream is followed by one of rupture* *"we teach each other to hunger and to yearn, and we feed one another over.. and over.. and over"* *cut to bedelia looking like she will bill him six times her usual fee*

#hannibal #nbc hannibal #hannigram #bedelia's notes for this session are: why does will graham see me as competition when i would like nothing more than to escape this circus. #and 2) who let him into the building

[s0fter-sin]

“simon riley’s dead,” ghost chokes out; bitter resentment coating his tongue. “i’m just wearin’ ‘is corpse.”

mactavish doesn’t shy from his venom; sees through his hiss and doesn’t fear his rotten-fanged bite. he reaches out, pressing the flat of his hand to his breast and ghost damns himself for the way his breath catches; for the way his shoulders curl in around it in a silent plea for it to stay.

“that’s no drum in your chest,” he whispers defiantly.

his hand slowly drags over his chest, coming to rest over his sternum and he feels its possession like a brand against his skin.

“it ain’t bellows inflating your lungs,” he dares and he involuntarily inhales; his body longing to rise to his challenge.

mactavish pushes and he rocks back on his heels just to sway in closer; just to beg for the pressure to chase the phantom weight of six feet of dirt from his bones.

“you’re far from rigor mortis, riley,” he promises and there’s air at ghost’s back instead of decaying wood and infested flesh. “i won’t let the earth take you from me yet.”

#guess whos back #back again #buried alive simon rileys back #tell a friend #ghost insisting hes wearing simons skin as a defilement so he doesnt have to admit he doesnt know how to live within it #and mactavish refusing to let him rot in a coffin he already escaped #talk to me ghost #we’re a team. ghost team #coming out of my cage and ive been doing just fine.txt #09 soapghost #09 ghoap #09 soap #captain mactavish #john soap mactavish #soap cod #09 ghost #simon ghost riley #ghost cod #soapghost #ghostsoap #ghoap #cod mw2 #cod

[your-tender-embrace]

In need of very long walk alone, in the middle of no where

#me #let me escape

[chalkrub]

svanhildr my beloved returns

#my art #oc #svanhildr #anthro #furry #goat #illustration #oc tober #(this is day 3......i'm doing it at my own pace. lol) #I gave her some funky white eyeliner as a quick experiment and loved it so now she's got white eyeliner i guess #congrats svanhildr you've been REDESIGNED. in the smallest way possible. and also with more horn texture (that i didn't reference) #i need to reference things more i am stagnating so hard at the moment. whatever #last night me and the girlies made the age-old mistake of putting on mud face masks together and taking a cute polaroid for memories #anyway needless to say the polaroid came out darker expected and now we have a photo of us that could be very badly misinterpreted #and has very very VERY unfortunate connotations that we did not foresee in our shortsighted naivety and did NOT intend #live and learn and never let the photo escape into the outside world I guess!

[oh-biwan]

"You will always be my Master."

#obikin #obi wan kenobi #anakin skywalker #sw art #star wars #oh.art #Anakin is never giving up the claim on his Master. Not even after his knighting. He's not letting /his/ Master escape. Ever. #And Obi-Wan does not fail to nurture the guilt and shame he carries inside of him. It blooms each and every time he yields to his Padawan. #And now to his Knight. Anakin is right‚ nothing changes. #... #alriiight let's see if tumblr still forbids me from the tags

[happyheidi]

go where u breathe free. x

#me. an asthmatic. ‘where is this magical place???’ #cottagecore #maybe a magical inhaler is at the end of the forest #yeah! come on asthma crew! let’s go on a quest! #nature #naturecore #forest #forestcore #escapism #train #train aesthetic #countryside

[comradekatara]

“the desert” is katara’s most quietly admirable episode; she manages to guide and protect the rest of the gaang while they are in precarious states under unimaginable pressure and with very few resources. katara’s tireless endurance this episode culminates in her bravery as she risks her own safety to comfort aang in the avatar state.

for an audience upon first viewing, her ability to thrive under pressure here may seem like a surprising departure from the impulsive, reactive, sensitive girl we’ve been accustomed to over the past 1.5 seasons. but sokka’s admission in “the runaway” reframes katara’s behavior in this episode.

we know that while the rest of her family was a mess, katara stepped up and gave them hope. she refused to sink into her grief—to abandon the site of her trauma like hakoda did, to give up like kanna did, or to repress and depersonalize like sokka did. she may have a temper and she may not always think things through, but she is able to communicate her emotions and refuses to cut herself off from feeling and processing her grief and rage, which is more than can be said for her brother.

and upon learning this piece of her history, you realize that her indefatigable, relentless hope and care that she displays in “the desert” is actually a pattern of behavior for her that is being repeated. when all hope seems lost and everyone in her life has abandoned faith, katara finds purpose and meaning in being the glue that holds everyone together, even when she is as grief-stricken and exhausted as the rest of them.

in moments of abject despair, katara guides her loved ones and herself out of there desert, both literally and metaphorically. and that is why she is the narrator and the catalyst and the hero of this story of a revolution that successfully destabilizes an oppressive paradigm in the eleventh hour, because she represents the power and importance of organized resistance when all hope is lost, of refusing to give into despair, of continuing to believe in love even in the bleakest, most desperate circumstances, and envisioning a brighter future even (especially) when no one else can.

#id in alt text #katara #katara&sokka #aang&katara #kanna&katara #sokka #aang #kanna #analysis #this post was inspired by @oneatlatime's response to the desert #but she can't actually read this post yet bc it contains spoilers! #regardless. katara is so important....... to me.... #the scene where aang goes into the avatar state and katara hugs him is borderline unwatchable to me #because it is so heartbreaking & overwhelming #which is also true of most of the southern raiders lol #just. katara's extraordinary depth of feeling!!!! #she is more than a cartoon character she is my best friend. ok #also. 'but now you're not letting yourself feel anything' and the aang & sokka foilism here!!!!! #how in this episode aang nearly falls into a trap that sokka may never truly escape from!!!! #will have to expand on that later too.... #every time i think to myself 'maybe i should stop writing these stupid little posts about a cartoon that ended in 2008' i find yet another #thread to tug on. and another and another #i may never escape. alas #there are worse fates

[aaron-romave]

My Only Sunshine

It was a quiet night in Gotham, when suddenly the coms crackle to life, with a voice, that seemingly none of the bats recognized. That is all but one. Damians blood ran cold as he heard something that should not be possible. He had never even let himself think about it, because even recalling the mere memory of it would shatter him. 

The other night, dear

As I lay sleeping

I dreamed I held you 

In my arms

Batman's voice was the first to come over the coms “oracle who is this? Where are they?”

“I’m working on it B.” She crackle back in her slightly mechanical disguised voice.

When I awoke, dear

I was mistaken

So I hung my head and I cried

Oracle may not have known where it was coming from, but he did. He knew it as he knew the heart beating in his chest and the air within his lungs. Without thinking he leapt off the building, grappling across the city that his father loved, but he has never thought of as his true home.

You are my sunshine

My only sunshine

You make me happy 

When skies are gray

He was vaguely aware as Batman cried out for him, but that didn’t matter. His blood was rushing too quickly through his ears. Any protest or question simply ignored. He had somewhere he needed to be, and he needed to be there now. 

You'll never know, dear

How much I love you

Please don't take 

My sunshine away

“Oracle location!”

“I’m trying B! But these people are good I can’t work faster than I am!”

Was the last thing that came over the coms before he reached up and muted everyone, everyone but the voice he was focused on. The world had narrowed down to the wind whipping past him, his heartbeat in his ears and the one voice that he had wish to hear again for so long.

I'll always love you and make you happy 

And nothing else could come between

His lungs burned as Wayne industries came in to view. Why? Why of all nights was he on the outskirts of the city?  He needed to move faster, faster, please be fast enough. He begged to himself, to whatever god was out there be fast enough ….and for him to be there for this not to be some sort of cruel trick.

But if you leave me to love another 

I’ll support you as you follow your dreams

It was him. It had to be him. only he knew to sing it that way.  His brother quietly singing and holding him as he silently cried. He was never good enough for grandfather, he will never be good enough to be the heir to be excepted never daring, hopeing to be loved, but it was never like that with his brother. His brother loved him more than anything, and he couldn’t stop anything as grandfather ran his sword through the heart of the one person he truly loved. Through the heart of Damien’s one weakness. 

You are my sunshine

My only sunshine

You make me happy 

When skies are gray

Even at the end, when his brother knew grandfather was coming for him, his too kind brother never forced him. Always giving him a choice and he had failed his brother when he was willing to give up everything for someone as weak and pitiful as him. He wasn’t strong enough to run. He wasn’t strong enough to protect the one person who loved him above all else. 

You'll never know, dear

How much I love you

Please don't take 

My sunshine away

He was so close three minutes out. Almost there the highest spot in the city, the best place to see the stars. 

Northstar, I’m so happy you made it out. I’m sorry I couldn’t be there with you.

My Northstar please stop blaming yourself. This was my choice. It was always my choice and I don’t regret a second of it so neither should you. You are without a second of doubt the best thing to have ever happened to me. 

Damien felt a pit open up in his stomach.  Less than two minutes to Wayne enterprises

You have to let the others in Northstar. Being family to them, loving them it’s not replacing me or dishonoring me. Quite the opposite Northstar it’s keeping me alive; In a different way, but I’m still with you. 

Go on brother adventures with Dick, try things that make you uncomfortable, but know that he will keep you safe. 

Spend time with Babs in the library, read books that let you travel to fantastical worlds that we could never dream of.

Go to Jason for advice. You two are more alike than you even know, lean on each other, use that. 

Try photography with Tim. Take pictures of all those animals that you love.

Less than one minute

Pull pranks with Stephanie. Let yourself be a kid and laugh at stupid and dumb things. 

When things get too much go to Cass for quiet and understanding.

Go to Duke and ask him to take you out shopping at a regular store or to go to the mall to buy a toy for yourself. Enjoy the normal quiet moments.

Go to Bruce for comfort, he is Batman but he is also our dad don’t forget that, let him be a dad.  

The world went blurry. There is no one on the roof. 

Northstar I’m gone. I really am gone. You know how magic is Northstar your big brother had a few tricks up his sleeve, but I’m afraid this used the last of it. In the future in the far, far, far, future when you come join me in the hereafter, I’ll be waiting for you with open arms. I love you, Northstar now let our family love you in my stead. 

As his feet made contact with the roof of Wayne enterprises a small, glowing object made it self known in the center of the roof. It appeared that stars itself littered and sprung from the object, beckoning him forward. 

He was vaguely aware of the rest of the bats and birds joining him on the roof, but that didn’t matter. All that mattered was that his shaking hand was reaching out to grab the old dog stuffed animal as the last glitters of Stardust left the plush.

A drop of water fell down and landed on the left ear of the love worn dog. Reaching up and touching below the domino he realize that he was crying. When did that happen? When was the last time this happened?

As he clutched the dog plush to his chest, a frivolity that would have never been allowed in the league, but still his brother who he loved most in this world snuck it in for him. Hiding it behind a loose stone in the wall. Bringing it out for him to hold as his big brother comforted him and told him stories of a better life that they could have. 

The demons heir, Robin, Damien sobbed, cried for the injustice of the world, for his brother who even waiting for him in the hereafter was still looking out for him. 

His body shook as wave after wave of agony and despair ripped through him. Years of repressed grief tore through his body sharper and with more deadly aim than any blade. The floodgates had been opened. His big brother had given him this one last gift. 

So when Batman, his father, his dad crouched down in front of him concern showing through his usual stoic expression he does not ignore what his brother has given him and leaps forward, clutching onto his dad and weeping for the brother that he lost and the son his dad will never get to know.

( inspired by this)

#dp x dc #dc x dp #demon twins au #Sort of #Big brother Danny #so yay my first fic to ever escape the just an idea phase #And it was because I was in a sad mood #So enjoy me somewhat constructively using my sadness for fics #Use this as a prompt if you want to continue the sadness #dp x dc prompt #Using writing as therapy #damian wayne #danny phantom #Danny al ghul reincarnated as Danny Fenton #The timelines match up because of clockwork #And because I said so #Clockwork let’s Danny send one message to Damien #Youtube

[netegf]

Hey can i make a blurb request for neteyam? maybe forced proximity trope where they get locked in the lab accident and Neteyam gets anxious bc he hates humans and reader smooches him to calm him down even tho they’re just friends (but they secretly love eachother ofc)

breathing exercise

pairing: neteyam x reader

“Neteyam, please stop picking your fingernails.”

Under shoddy lab fluorescents that make your eyes burn, Neteyam shifts in his position on the countertop, crossing his arms with a passive, but lazy, glare.

“You put us in this mess.” He replies pointedly. “You don’t get to tell me how to deal with it.”

That stings. But you wedge your bottom lip between your teeth, deciding maybe, just maybe, it was deserved.

In fairness, you should have left when Neteyam wanted to. But there was something about the way he looked under the blue lights – so pretty. And surrounding. Like his skin had no ending. It was something you wanted to commit to memory, and the extra couple minutes you’d coaxed out of him felt worth it in the moment.

But that quickly changed when the grimace set on Neteyam’s lips.

When Norm said that everything needed to be sterile. That no one could come in or out because of maintenance on the link units. That Neteyam would be trapped here, in a place that made his skin crawl, all evening.

“Teyam…” you trail off, peering up to meet his eyes which now soften at your dejected tone. “It was an accident. I’m sorry.”

At that, the rigidness of his spine seems to crumble.

His hard expression morphs into a pout and he outstretches a shaky hand to squeeze your own in a silent gesture of reconciliation. Still, the tension between his eyebrows remains.

“I told my dad I’d meet him ten minutes ago. He’s going to be pissed.” Sighing, he runs his slender fingers through his braids and attempts to keep his attention away from the bustling laboratory behind him.

The problem is... it’s not working very well. His breathing is uneven. His knee keeps bouncing up and down. His eyes are glued down at his thigh where your hands are joined.

“He will understand.” You reassure, but he doesn’t seem quite convinced, eyes still screwed tightly shut. “Stay calm, Neteyam. We’re gonna get out of here soon."

“I am calm!”

Now, you stare at him pointedly, and Neteyam slumps his shoulders sheepishly, flashing an apologetic smile. “Okay… maybe I’m not.”

Taking in the appearance of the scared and comically large warrior in front of you, a small smirk sparks like a conductor on your lips. You unwind your hand from his and grip the sides of his chin, drawing your warm faces closer together.

“We just need to find you a way to relax.”

“Mhm.” Yellow eyes travel down your face, stopping abruptly at the curve of your lips. “And how’s that?”

When your mouth collides onto his own, moving with fervor and electricity, he assumes the question must have been rhetorical. The burning kisses breathe new life into him – hands shoot up from his lap and find their rightful places, cradling your cheek and stroking your hair.

“How are we feeling?” You ask cheekily after pulling apart, mouth still hovering over his. So close, but not nearly enough.  

“Distressed. Very.” He has a stupid smile, laboured breaths catching hard in his chest. “Probably need more... of that.”

Then his lips are learning the shape of yours – kissing again, and again, and again. Chasing the air that calms him like it comes from within you.

a/n: ty for the request!! still getting my sea legs with them lolol 🥰💞

#neteyam x reader #atwow x reader #neteyam #avatar 2 #u responded so quickly u are a legend 🙏🏼 #ty for letting me escape life for a sec hehe 😇 #i hope this is oky! 😭 #1k

[cemeterything]

my dreams need to stop giving me fucked up ethical dilemmas i'm sorry but i don't think like that. if you put me in a survival situation i will simply do whatever i want.

#🐉 #last nights dream was a massive tidal wave and all the people around me were insisting we had to stay and help #as many people as possible escape. and i was like erm no we dont. and walked off and just told people i met along the way to start running #if they wanted to live or stay and die and let them handle the rest. #and when all my companions called me a horrible person for it i was like well being a good person isnt going to mean anything #if im dead is it. lol. #ill take my tortured conscience over oblivion. see you in the afterlife maybe.