#they're just friends

[skunkox]

Darlin's Jacket Headcanon

Been sitting on this for weeks , so just hear me out rq.

Dalrin's jacket was a gift from Asher. It was a present to cheer them up while they were on punishment when they were young. Possibly a birthday? Grades? Faught a kid? Embarrased their parents in front of the pack? Havent worked out the details.

It's a letterman jacket from a band they were really into. But the issue? It's a gooddam Unisex XXL, and the twerp of a Tank is like, barley 14 with not real muscle mass yet. My Tank at least is 13 when they make the move and join the pack in Dahlia while the main shaw pack kids are 14.

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"Ash. Remind me again why you dragged us to Hot Topic." Milo asked, reluctantly following a brace faced Asher into the cramped, and dim lit store.

"Cause Half-pint, your comrad in short arms has been looking miserable. Or at least, more so than normal." Asher snickered, slowly getting more, and more side tracked as he wandered farther into the store. It wasn't long before David grabbed the boy by his collar and dragged him to the back of the store. Milo flashed him a cocky grin while Asher stumbled behind David.

"We got a problem. You said it was this one, right? It's too big." David released Asher to nealty pick up the jacket. "I mean, I know it's the thought that counts, but it's just not practical, Ash."

Asher was already looking through the piles. Wanting to be 100% sure they weren't missing anything. Starting to feel defeated. There was no way Asher was going to ask the clerk if there would be another shipment. Nor would he be willing to wait for a possible restock. Milo looked at his friend. He could tell those puppy dog eyes were gonna start bulging soon. A huff escaped his lips, and he stood straight with his hands on his hips. Trying to seem cool and a little bit taller.

"It's not like they're done growin'. And a jackets a jacket. If it's coverin', it's good." Milo couldn't stop the noogie barreling his way.

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The handoff was swift. Just as the troublemaker was mounting their skateboard outside their middle school's gate, a familiar truck rolled up. From the truck's bed, Asher gave a quick "Heads up!" Before giving the equivalent of a basketball pass with a heavy black bag. A cackle could be heard, and the truck road off. Leaving them bamboozled.

It wasn't until Tank got home that they viewed the contents of the bag. The biggest, and goofiest smile spread across their face. They couldn't give two fucks about the size. It was from their favorite band. It was a gift. Someone cared enough to gift them something. Anything. But the fact that the few times they did speak, they were actually listened too. It nearly brought the runt to tears. It did. They won't admit it though. That's just embarrassing.

Really embarrassing. They were given a jacket by a boy. An upper classmen boy. A boy who was a part of their pack. Who they'd have to face on a regular basis. They did the jacket at the back of their closet. Still in it bag.

The disappointment in Asher's face really couldn't be hidden. Mostly for the fact that though the week of quick pass bys,they didn't wear the jacket. But he noticed at their next pack meeting, they'd give small waves now. Small smiles were attempted. This continued until Tank would inevitably start sitting near Asher during meetings. Or willingly go on group outing. This snowballed to the occasional video game or movie hangouts.

Still mostly lingering around Ash, or him leaning on them. When he did so, Tank would get flustered. But in true Tank fashion, would give his sides a punch or his legs a kick. Never hard enough to leave heavy bruises. What can I say? They play hard.

As oblivious to this Asher was, it was almost too embarrassing a site for the other second gen pack members. Cristian would poke his fun while Asher was away before Amanda could put him in check. Milo genuinely wanted to see how things would play out. David called them the "Disaster Duo" for a long while.

In true 2008 middle schooler cringe, Tank was convinced that the might have had the tiniest crush on Asher. But they denied it. Denied it so much that the others couldn't be convinced it wasn't true. There were lots of little arguments that summer. But Tank would immediately shut up when ever Asher came around.

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Freshman year was something......

The teasing started to get out of hand. Asher would definitely hear the snickers and teasing. Especially now that it was directed towards him by his classmates. Asher would deny it during classes and lunches that they were just his "Lil Buddy." It's not like he really helped the situation. Hitting a growthspurt over the summer, it was easy to see him from down the hall. He'd wave and call Tank's name out into the crowd. His little buddy was drawing in a sea of students.

He'd elped them get to their classes by becoming a meat shield. Tank was just barely able to keep up. Asher once thought I'd be funny if he could heave them over his shoulder like a cheap, stringed gym bag. Tank was flustered but kicked and punched all the same.

The teasing one again grew when Tank finally decided to wear the damn jacket during school pictures. Not wanting to be remembered in the preppy outfit their parent picked out for then, they stowed the jacket away in their backpack.

The little smile on Asher's face couldn't have been bigger when he saw them in it. He was on his way to take pictures, and Tank was headed back to class. He pulled them off to the side of a couple half functioning vending machines.

"Sooooo? How're liking the jacket? I know it's too big but you said you like listening to the band. That, and I've never not seen it in your discman. I'm sorry I got it so big. It was t-." Asher's lip got stuck on a braces bracket, and he began to fumble his words. Quickly second-guessing if Tank even really liked the damn thing.

Giggling could be heard from a couple kids passing by. A light shove was made by another to Ash. A quick "Dork." was thrown his way. Heat rose in his face. In Tank's too. But out of frustration. Asher didn't do anything wrong. He was just trying to be a good friend.

And it clicked for the freshman. Why overthink and cause trouble for Asher if they could be a friend? That could be comfortable. They wouldn't have to avoid him like an unwanted puppy. He'd been their friend. Or at least trying to be. Shit didn't have to be weird.

"Hell yeah, bro! It really saved my ass today. My parents wanted me to look like some sort of outstanding citizen or some shit. Can't wait till I can bulk up some, though. I'll totally be able to take on David one on one." Tank beamed and jabbedAsher in the arm with quick fist. This was the loudest they had ever been as far as he knew. His goofy ass grin was back on his face. Before Asher could get out a word, Tank ran past him.

"Thanks dude!" They called out from the crowd, not looking back and focusing on making it through the herd of upper classmem.

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The following years, Tank continued being bro-y with Asher. He laid off of a lot of physical contact in turn. But this was comfortable for them. Not real close like he was with the others but it was what Tank wanted. They seemed happier that way.

Tank absolutely wore the jacket every chance they got. Around their waist if need be. Ruined absolutely every single yearbook photo. Every pack meeting. Every fight. Even when they felt there was no one to run to for comfort. That jacket had been through hell and back. However, you can only stich fabric so many times.

It looks ratty, but there is no way they're giving it up any time soon. Even if hugs are always offered or dare I say mandatory.

Tank was now yelling at Asher for kicking their controller from their hands during their match of Mario Kart. Hands were thrown, but carefully so. The group of 8 were hanging out at David and Angel's after all. There was no way either of the two were willing to take beating from David. At the very least, another ban from the house. Laugher roared in the home from all sides. Of course, Sweetheart, being an opertunist, took first place of that round.

David and Sam had been in the kitchen, taking a break from the roundy bunch. He had asked Tank about the jacket on multiple occasions, but never gave a straight answer. He'd at least wanted to get it professionally fixed up. Tank had gotten used to all the stains and tears. Saying it was like "The scar that protected their scars." And was proud of it for always being there.

David was willing once again, shed a little light on the troublemaker. Sam let out a chuckle. The next round was starting, and he wanted to make sure he wouldn't be playing doctor that night. The two men returned. David taking his corner seat next to Angel. Same made his way to the recliner. His Darlin' not missing a beat, taking a seat on the beanbag they claimed earlier in the night between their mate's legs. All the while, raspberries were exchanges between them and Asher from across the room. His own mate laughing at their childsh antics.

This was all the comfort they could ask for.

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Jacket really be a security blanket, tho. Sorry for the shit grammar. Caught some kind of cold, and my vision is absolute shit.

Bromance anyone?

#milo greer #redacted david #redacted sam #redacted tank #redacted darlin #david shaw #shaw pack #redacted milo #sam collins #redacted headcanons #redacted audio #redacted asmr #bromance #they're just friends

[2b--frank]

yesterday's doodles as per my melting brain's request

fsr i often see people hating on eddsworld and its fans. if you're one of those, uhhhh. leave. i like ew :)

also dw i slept after drawing that

#eddsworld #ew edd #ew tord #eddsworld doodles #eddtord / tordedd #ew tordedd #they're literally the best dynamic in the show #is it a bad idea to include shipping tags #knowing this fandom probably #they're just friends #and maybe kissed once

[cinamun]

Previously | Next

Oof, poor Elliot.  He just seems to have the worst luck.  

If you remember, he met this sweet girl Hani (hah-knee) right after he graduated from BFF.  Soon after, he found out she’d be going to boot camp on the orders of her anti-blunt-smoking dad. Now that everyone is 17, there is a lot of exploration going on and plenty of raging hormones.  However, as we’ve seen here, Elliot is hesitant to explore what happens when hormones rage. 

Is Hani on to something? Will they survive this encounter with the Captain? 

As always, stay tuned.

(lot credit <- warning: it uses a ton of content from Journey to Batuu. If you don’t have that pack a ton of stuff goes missing but its still usable!)

#ts4 #indya #black simblr #listen...... I don't know WHAT is going on here #they're just friends #right? #Let's focus on whether they survive or not #boot camp is brutal lmfaoooo #ts4 story #sims 4 story #ch19

[paodocinh]

"I believe Six should be more mindful of the dangers she faces on the shore. I've seen my fair share of greedy and selfish land-dwellers, and she simply isn't prepared to face them! You may call it jealousy, or whatever you want to call, but to me, I'd rather that she doesn't have to carry the burden of being chosen by The Divine Sea. She isn't prepared yet." — Persephone.

"She's a curious one. Amongst all of my sisters, Six surely is the one that's the most inclined to explore. I understand and sympathize with this desire for knowledge, and— and finding more about the world!... but I hope she comes to understand that, for our safety, It's best that she keeps her head underwater... I can only pray that Mother doesn't find out about Low." — Alone.

"Her curiosity will someday be the end of her." — Noone.

@secretpaodoce on twitter.

I have been doing a lot of sketches lately 🤧 i've been very burnt out from things. Moving in with my grandmother, adhd also hitting very hard and not getting anything done, and also physical conditions.

I'm guessing some of you might've heard about the absolute OVEN that Brazil is right now, but if you haven't, put it into perspective that before my arrival, my grandmother was using TWO fans at ONCE. I nearly passed out at school cus of this 😭😭😭

I immediately need to go to a cardiologist fr

#little nightmares #little nightmares fanfic #little nightmares fanart #my art #art #little nightmares art #six fanart #six art #little nightmares six #little nightmares au #au #mermaid au #no alone and low aren't dating #they're just friends #before any of you even start thinking #that they have something else #the pretender #little nightmares pretender #little nightmares noone #noone #little nightmares alone #alone #little nightmares low #ln pretender #ln six #ln alone #ln low #ln noone #sounds of nightmares #sounds of nightmares noone

[emotionalillusions]

Ladies we should be working together not against each other. If you talking to or with a guy and find out you're getting played because is talking to hella girls, has a girl, is married, in a relationship, etc. alert the other(s) too, so you can both take out the trash. Whatever he tells you is probably a lie.

Its way past time we join forces.

#may the (lady) force be with you #I've been on both ends of that type of conversation #its always been respectful #send the proof too #tell her #its not a competition #what would be the prize? #a lyin ass cheatin ass disloyal ass man? #he’s lying #hes married but they like roommates #they're just friends #he's going to leave her #he only stays for the kids #he's planning on breaking up with her #they separated she just don't know it yet lol #his gf/wife is crazy #oooooh that last one #huge red flags #women support women

[thekidsfromyestergay]

Im. Okay. Ok. Okay. This is. Ok. Sure. I'm fine. Okay.

#THEY'RE JUST FRIENDS #GOOFIN AROUND HAVIN FUN #gerard way #frank iero #mcr #my chemical romance

[insertcreativenamehereplease]

Steve and Quin chilling in the woods. Dunno why I made this, I was just struck with inspiration.

#dbd art #steve harrington #quentin smith #tag this as a ship and i will hit you with a stick #they're just friends #besides steve is busy kissing jonathan and nancy

[shishuri]

They fixed the creepy side quest translation

#they're just friends #that quest made me eek #tears of the kingdom #loz totk #totk #botw side quest #botw

[softquietsteadylove]

Hiii loved your Pokémon Thenamesh AU! Would you do a second part with the teddiursa fic? Would love to read will happen the next day :D

"Audino?"

"Just a checkup," Thena answered the Hearing pokemon, holding Teddiursa on the counter of the check in desk. She leaned forward to whisper, pressing his ears down against his head, "he might need a shot or two."

"Aud," she nodded, knowing why Thena had exercised the secrecy she did. "Audino?"

"He doesn't have a pokeball," Thena sighed, ruffling Teddiursa's fur to distract him from why she had pressed his ears closed. "Gil rescued him just yesterday morning."

The nurse pokemon nodded and held her hand(?) out for Thena to allow Teddiursa to be taken to the examination room, behind the swinging doors of the pokemon centre portion of the ranger headquarters.

"Teddi?"

"It's okay," she smiled down at the little bundle in her arms. She set him down on the cart about to be wheeled away. "Audino and Blissey will take wonderful care of you. It'll be over before you know it."

"Teddi?" he asked again, those massive eyes watering.

"It's okay," she repeated, letting her hand drift out of his paw as they started taking him out of the lobby. "I'll be right here waiting."

"Teddiursa!"

Thena tried to stand at the edge of the counter. They couldn't let trainers into the pokemon centre with their pokemon--everyone would do it if that were possible. And he would have to get used to check ups and examinations without her anyway. It was just a routine exam to make sure he was perfectly healthy.

"Teddi!"

Thena wrapped her arms around herself, desperately trying to shut out the little voice shouting 'Mama!' for her again and again. She heard the swinging doors open and rounded the corner, "wait!"

"Audino?" the pink pokemon leaned back to look at her.

"I-I'm sorry," Thena stuttered. She had never done anything like this before. She shuffled forward nervously, "I know the rules--I-I do. But...he's just a baby."

"Teddiursa!" the little cub wailed, holding his paws to his eyes.

"Perhaps I could just," Thena turned back to Audino, tears threatening to spring into her eyes as well, "hold him?--while you're doing your examination?"

"Aud..."

"I know I'm asking a lot of you," Thena leaned down, closer to Audino and close enough for Teddiursa to know she was there. "But please, just let me be with him."

The pokemon looked up at Thena's pleading face and then over to a passing Chansey. "Audino?"

"Chansey!" the other pokemon smiled at them. If Teddiursa was already in tears, perhaps having Thena there would soothe him enough to be examined.

Thena put a hand on his head, looking at Audino again, "please?"

The pokemon's ears fluttered as she considered her options, but - with crossed arms - she nodded. "Audino."

"Thank you--thank you, I really do appreciate your consideration," Thena beamed at her, scooping Teddiursa off the cart and holding him against her chest. She rubbed his back as he cried into her shoulder. "I'm sorry baby, I'm right here."

"Teddi," he acknowledged, as sad and miserable as it sounded.

"Audino," she waved Thena along, without the need for the cart, which Chansey happily took away with it down another hall.

Thena followed, happy to be as co-operative as possible considering the exception they were making for her and her little cub. "I promise I won't tell anyone you let us do this."

Audino smiled at her as it let her into the examination room, "Aud-Audino."

Thena let out a faint laugh as she sat on the examination table with Teddiursa on her lap. Gil really was everyone's favourite ranger, "mine too."

Audino held out her hands(?) for Teddiursa's. He looked up at Thena first, who nodded. "She's going to make sure you're all healthy."

"Teddiur," he mumbled up at her.

"I didn't make you eat that medicine for nothing," she smiled down at the little bear, tapping his nose.

"Audino?" Thena held Teddiursa up under his arms, letting the Hearing pokemon listen with its extraordinary ears. It tapped the screen attached to the bench, indicating Teddiursa's heart rate and blood pressure. "Aud!"

Thena smiled at the good news. She let the little cub pokemon curl up against her stomach again, "see? That wasn't so scary, was it?"

"Teddiursa."

Thena sighed; he had heard her say the word 'shot'. Not that he knew what it was, and she wasn't looking forward to explaining it to him. "Well, sweetie, it's this little...needle. And it hurts just a teeny-tiny bit."

"Teddi?!"

Thena nodded with the utmost reluctance, "yes, like a Beedrill sting--just a little."

Teddiursa took one look at her, taking in a deep breath to fill his tiny lungs.

"It's okay, it's okay," Thena rushed to comfort him, watching those little cheeks of his puff up with air as he prepared another round of tears. "I promise it's just for a second, and you can hold my hand the whole time."

Audino walked over, needle in hand and everything. She gestured to Teddiursa, explaining how it could squeeze Thena's hands with its paws so it could focus on that instead of the prick of the needle.

"See, honey?" Thena said softly, now feeling a little nervous herself. She held Teddiursa tighter against her, "Audino knows what she's doing. And Mama's right here."

"Ted," he grumbled, unfolding his arms only to squeeze her palm between his paws. "Ursa?"

"Here we go," Thena whispered. She watched his head turn away and his eyes squeeze shut. He squeezed her hand between his little paws with all his might, which made her feel a little better as she watched the needle poke into his scruff. "Squeeze, squeeze, squeeze."

"Audino!"

"Teddi?" he opened just one eye, peeking at the nurse and then up at Thena.

"That's it," she smiled down at him. His tears dispersed immediately, beaming up at her. Thena laughed, turning him over in her arm and tickling the fur on his tummy with her other hand, "who's my big brave bear? Is it you?"

"Teddiursa!" the little cub laughed as she tickled him.

"Audino?"

Thena barely noticed the soft knock on the door. She looked up as Audino cracked the door open faintly and then looked back at her. "What is it?"

"Aud?"

"Gil?" Thena blinked and straightened up, although her hand continued to rub under Teddiursa's chin. "He can come in."

With the patients' consent, Audino stepped aside and welcomed him in.

"Hey, you two," Gil smiled as he walked over to them. His hat was already in his hand, and Thena enjoyed the opportunity to see his hair free and uncovered. He sat down on the examination bench next to her. "How'd he do?"

"Terrified," she answered softly and honestly. She pulled Teddiursa up to her shoulder reflexively, "but we got through."

"Aw, I bet he did," Gil said encouragingly, leaning so Teddiursa could meet his eye. "Were you good for Mama?"

"Ursa!"

"Hey, buddy," Gil greeted the little bear, reaching over to liberally ruffle the fur between his ears.

Thena blinked, eyes shifting between the two of them. Gil hadn't reacted to being called 'Papa' at all. Maybe he'd even expected it. But then why did she feel so...weird? It wasn't bad, but it was certainly...different.

"Aud?"

Thena bristled, looking over at the nursing pokemon who had very obviously heard her heart double in speed within her chest (even from the second Gil entered the room, let alone the whole 'Papa' thing). Her cheeks turned a similar shade of pink to the Hearing pokemon herself. "I'm fine."

Gil tilted his head, trying to figure out what Thena and the nurse were talking about, "hm?"

"Nothing!" Thena was quick to deny, tilting her head to keep him from seeing Audino's little smirk. She loosened her arms, letting Teddiursa move to Gil's shoulder in greeting. "He's obviously glad to see you."

"Hey, it's an improvement," he chuckled, happily letting Teddiursa recount to him what a brave bear he'd been during his very scary doctor's appointment. Gil patted his head. "I'm on my break--you two eat yet?"

Thena smiled, rising to stand with him, "I think some food would be good for both of us."

Gil let her take Teddiursa back, cradling him against her with his big head and even bigger ear nestled against her shoulder and under her chin. "Shall we?"

Audino waved to them, letting Thena out with Teddiursa first. She tapped Ranger Gilgamesh on his arm, complimenting him on his lovely family.

"Oh, uh," he smiled down at her, blushing as he slipped his hat back on, "yeah. I'm a lucky guy."

#Thenamesh Pokemon AU #I am so very charmed that people liked this story #because I have loved pokemon since I was a kid #and I am so invested #in this suburban family #literally everyone in the ranger centre #there's Gil's girlfriend #Gil denies it #she's just his best friend #he just goes to see her everyday #sometimes multiple times a day #every time he goes on break or gets off shift #they're just friends #who fall asleep on her couch watching boring pokemon documentaries #and contest reality shows #Thena isn't his girlfriend #she's just Teddiursa's Mama #and sure he calls Gil Papa #that doesn't mean they're basically marrried #but also #one of Gil's colleagues hits on Thena #or mentions that he thinks she's cute #and suddenly and mysteriously he's on Muk wrangling duty #someone says that Thena is the hottest trainer in Victory Road #and Gil assigns them to round up the Garbador in the swamps #Thena here like #isn't it normal for your heart to speed up when you see your favourite person? #that's not romantic...is it? #I could go on

[dreamauri]

The random realizations I get at 4am is like… I can’t even. Like when people were like making edits out of carlando, I thought it was one of those tiktoks where they’re like “omg they’re so cute and funny together as friends!”

But the tiktoks of Carlando I’m seeing now are like, 100% shipping them together as a couple 😭😭 like bro- leave them be

yes sadly (to me it feels like harrasment for some reason) and its not just carlando. its also with max and Daniel, Alonso and Stroll, Carlos and Charles, at some point as well Pierre and Yuki, max and Charles, and a lot of other drivers.

I see comments like 'oh they defiantly f*cked' and other stuff smilar to that, and i cant stress this enough- like yea sure they can be gay- but some of them are taken- and they're friends! (plus dating someone on the grid is like asking to trouble bc its going to complicate a lot of things)

and if i could, i'd honestly put a stop to all this shipping, because it's going way too far. I recently saw a whole ass thread where people changed the context of Alonso and Stroll from having fun together/pranking each other to 'he fucked that old man' LIKE STOP. IT'S JUST FRIENDS HAVING FUN!

ps. thank you m for bringing this up <3 i'd give you a hug and a cookie if i could

#‧˚⊹ 🌿ଓ :: 𝗮𝘂𝗿𝗶 𝗮𝗻𝘀𝘄𝗲𝗿𝘀 ‧₊˚⤾ #formula 1 #formula racing #f1 #formula one #f1 grid #stop shipping the drivers #they're just friends

[iceemoondemon]

DOLL EYE FANART REAL!?!?!??!?!?!??!!??!?!?!?!?!??!?!?!?!?!?! 😱😱😱😱 👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀

This is actually my first time drawing Al and Kao lol (Might do Dr. Mystery but idk Q_Q) Characters belong to Twisted-Doctor

#alfred brown #kao ushi #doll eye #doll eye game #twisted doctor #fan art #not ship art #they're just friends

[batfall-moved]

                           𝚃𝙷𝙴   𝚝𝚠𝚘   𝚘𝚏   𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖   𝚊  𝚋𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚊𝚐𝚎𝚍  𝚖𝚎𝚜𝚜  ,    𝚊𝚝  𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚝   𝚑𝚎   𝚑𝚊𝚍  𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚜   𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑   𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝   𝚖𝚘𝚍𝚒𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜   𝚝𝚘   𝚜𝚞𝚒𝚝   𝚑𝚊𝚍    𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗    𝙴𝙽𝙾𝚄𝙶𝙷.   𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝    𝚑𝚒𝚜   𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚞𝚝𝚎𝚛   𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚖   𝚑𝚊𝚍   𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚒𝚙𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚍   𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝   𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝   𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢   CIRCUMSTANCE   𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝   𝚑𝚎   𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍   𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚋𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚢   WEATHER.   what  he  didn’t  expect   was   the   bomb   that   went   off    in   the   HEART  of   gotham.   it   had   rendered   him   helpless   as    PTSD   was  triggered  ,  and  he   quite   simply   hadn’t   acted   QUICKLY  enough.    he’s   broken  ,   and   he   tries   to   get   the   images    of   broken   limbs   and   screaming   civilians   out   of   head.   TEARS   threaten   as   his  bandaged   body   sits   on  the  edge  of   guest   bedroom  (   frequented  by   juliette  ).    their   souls   a   little   worse   for  the  wear   as    GOTHAM    screams   in   victory.   can    juliette  hear   the   cities   RUMBLINGS   ,  the   way   she   mocks   them   both    ?   STUPID   NAIVE   MORTALS   YOU   THOUGHT   YOU   COULD   OUTWIT  ME?          THE  AUDACITY.   

                          he   worries   that  he’s  going  insane.   his  head  turns  to  look  at   her   frame  , currently   sitting  UPRIGHT  ,  the   evidence  of   the   event  is   written   all   over   her   limbs   as   well.   𝚑𝚎   𝚑𝚊𝚍   𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚍   𝚑𝚎𝚛   𝚝𝚘   𝙷𝙴𝙻𝙿   ,                            𝙵𝚄𝙲𝙺   !    𝚑𝚎   𝚍𝚘𝚎𝚜𝚗’𝚝   𝙻𝙸𝙺𝙴   𝚙𝚞𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐   𝚑𝚎𝚛   𝚒𝚗  𝚍𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛  ,   𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗  𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑   𝚑𝚎  𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠𝚜   𝚜𝚑𝚎  𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍’𝚟𝚎  𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎   𝚛𝚎𝚐𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜.   𝚑𝚎  𝚑𝚊𝚜  𝚝𝚘   𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔   𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚢   ,    those   wounds   that   are  mapped   out   upon   her   body   are   felt   by   his   very   soul.    ‘  i   don’t    know  what  happened  . . .  we   were   there  in   the  thick  of  it   and  ?   something   ,   i   just  -  ’   words   that  are  formulated   are   strung   together  by  GRIEF  ,   and   his   past  that   he  still   hasn’t   HELAED   from.   you   can   see    how   the   trauma   clings   to  his   very   being  ,   shadows   LEAN   from  lamps  as  they  so  DESPERATELY   want   to   shroud   him  from  the   outside   world.  

 [   𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎, 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝, 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚕𝚒𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚗𝚎𝚡𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚎? -   @crssfre​  ]  

                      she   doesn’t   offer   a  response  ,   trauma  understands   trauma.   upon   hearing  those  words   his  head   turns  slightly  ,  and  he  offers   a   NOD.  𝚃𝙰𝙻𝙻   𝚏𝚛𝚊𝚖𝚎   𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚜   𝚊𝚜  𝚑𝚎  𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚜  𝚊𝚗𝚍   𝚜𝚑𝚎  𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚙𝚜   𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗  𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗  𝚝𝚑𝚎  𝚌𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜.   𝙶𝚁𝙴𝚈   𝚂𝚆𝙴𝙰𝚃𝙿𝙰𝙽𝚃𝚂   𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕   𝚘𝚗   𝚊𝚜   𝚑𝚎   𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚗   𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚜  𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛   𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚎𝚝𝚜   𝚊𝚗𝚍   𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢  𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚎   𝚘𝚗𝚎   𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛.   𝙴𝚈𝙴𝚂   𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔  𝚊𝚝  𝚘𝚗𝚎   𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛’𝚜  𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚝   𝚏𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐.   𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢   𝚄𝙽𝙳𝙴𝚁𝚂𝚃𝙰𝙽𝙳  𝚘𝚗𝚎  𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛  𝚒𝚗  𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜   𝚖𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝.   bruce   then   goes  to   reach  out   and  fix   a  bandage  that   is   not  quite   attached   correctly.   THE  PAIN  when  arm  lifts   UNBEARABLE   but   still   he   continues   work.   ‘  want  to  take  turns  ?  ’   of  course   ALLUDING  to   the   naps  that  they   take   ,   he’s   partial  to  sleep   paralysis  ,   and   nightmares.   ‘   maybe   we’ll   get   a  couple   hours  ’  𝚕𝚒𝚙   𝚂𝙻𝙸𝙶𝙷𝚃𝙻𝚈   𝚋𝚕𝚎𝚎𝚍𝚜   𝚊𝚜   𝚑𝚎   𝙼𝙰𝙽𝙰𝙶𝙴𝚂  𝚊   𝚜𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚎   𝚃𝙴𝙰𝚁𝙸𝙽𝙶   𝚊𝚝   𝚊   𝚜𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚎𝚍  𝚜𝚔𝚒𝚗.   𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍  𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚜   𝚑𝚎𝚛   𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚠   𝚊𝚗𝚍  𝚑𝚎  𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚊𝚐𝚎𝚜  𝚝𝚘  𝚏𝚒𝚡  𝚋𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚊𝚐𝚎   ,  𝚊𝚗𝚍   𝚑𝚎   𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚗  𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚏𝚝𝚜  𝚋𝚘𝚍𝚢   𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚏𝚞𝚕𝚕𝚢   𝚝𝚘  𝚕𝚒𝚎  𝚘𝚗   𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔.  𝚑𝚎   𝙾𝙵𝙵𝙴𝚁𝚂   𝚝𝚑𝚎   𝚜𝚙𝚊𝚌𝚎  𝚋𝚎𝚝𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚗   𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍𝚎𝚛   𝚊𝚗𝚍  𝚊𝚛𝚖  𝚏𝚘𝚛  𝚑𝚎𝚛  𝚝𝚘   𝚕𝚒𝚎  𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚝.   ‘  you   first  ’

#crssfre #. V / MAIN #. / INTERACTION #.001 #they're just friends #ifhusifjkdsfds #i also just grey sweatpantsed him #fhdsfjkdsf #also this psd never does his brusies justice fjifds #i have many things to yell about right now

[inkskinned]

at some point it's just like. do they even fucking like the thing they're asking AI to make? "oh we'll just use AI for all the scripts" "we'll just use AI for art" "no worries AI can write this book" "oh, AI could easily design this"

like... it's so clear they've never stood in the middle of an art museum and felt like crying, looking at a piece that somehow cuts into your marrow even though the artist and you are separated by space and time. they've never looked at a poem - once, twice, three times - just because the words feel like a fired gun, something too-close, clanging behind your eyes. they've never gotten to the end of the movie and had to arrive, blinking, back into their body, laughing a little because they were holding their breath without realizing.

"oh AI can mimic style" "AI can mimic emotion" "AI can mimic you and your job is almost gone, kid."

... how do i explain to you - you can make AI that does a perfect job of imitating me. you could disseminate it through the entire world and make so much money, using my works and my ideas and my everything.

and i'd still keep writing.

i don't know there's a word for it. in high school, we become aware that the way we feel about our artform is a cliche - it's like breathing. over and over, artists all feel the same thing. "i write because i need to" and "my music is how i speak" and "i make art because it's either that or i stop existing." it is such a common experience, the violence and immediacy we mean behind it is like breathing to me - comes out like a useless understatement. it's a cliche because we all feel it, not because the experience isn't actually persistent. so many of us have this ... fluttering urgency behind our ribs.

i'm not doing it for the money. for a star on the ground in some city i've never visited. i am doing it because when i was seven i started taking notebooks with me on walks. i am doing it because in second grade i wrote a poem and stood up in front of my whole class to read it out while i shook with nerves. i am doing it because i spent high school scribbling all my feelings down. i am doing it for the 16 year old me and the 18 year old me and the today-me, how we can never put the pen down. you can take me down to a subatomic layer, eviscerate me - and never find the source of it; it is of me. when i was 19 i named this blog inkskinned because i was dramatic and lonely and it felt like the only thing that was actually permanently-true about me was that this is what is inside of me, that the words come up over everything, coat everything, bloom their little twilight arias into every nook and corner and alley

"we're gonna replace you". that is okay. you think that i am writing to fill a space. that someone said JOB OPENING: Writer Needed, and i wrote to answer. you think one raindrop replaces another, and i think they're both just falling. you think art has a place, that is simply arrives on walls when it is needed, that is only ever on demand, perfect, easily requested. you see "audience spending" and "marketability" and "multi-line merch opportunity"

and i see a kid drowning. i am writing to make her a boat. i am writing because what used to be a river raft has long become a fully-rigged ship. i am writing because you can fucking rip this out of my cold dead clammy hands and i will still come back as a ghost and i will still be penning poems about it.

it isn't even love. the word we use the most i think is "passion". devotion, obsession, necessity. my favorite little fact about the magic of artists - "abracadabra" means i create as i speak. we make because it sluices out of us. because we look down and our hands are somehow already busy. because it was the first thing we knew and it is our backbone and heartbreak and everything. because we have given up well-paying jobs and a "real life" and the approval of our parents. we create because - the cliche again. it's like breathing. we create because we must.

you create because you're greedy.

#every time someones like ''AI will replace u" im like. u will have to fucking KILL ME #there is no replacement here bc i am not filling a position. i am just writing #and the writing is what i need to be doing #writeblr #this probably doesn't make sense bc its sooo frustrating i rarely speak it the way i want to #edited for the typo wrote it and then was late to a meeting lol #i love u people who mention my typos genuinely bc i don't always catch them!!!! :) it is doing me a genuine favor!!! #my friend says i should tell you ''thank you beta editors'' but i don't know what that means #i made her promise it isn't a wolf fanfiction thing. so if it IS a wolf thing she is DEAD to me (just kidding i love her) #hey PS PS PS ??? if ur reading this thinking what it's saying is ''i am financially capable of losing this'' ur reading it wrong #i write for free. i always have. i have worked 5-7 jobs at once to make ends meet. #i did not grow up with access or money. i did not grow up with connections or like some kind of excuse #i grew up and worked my fucking ASS OFF. and i STILL!!! wrote!!! on the side!!! because i didn't know how not to!!! #i do not write for money!!!! i write because i fuckken NEED TO #i could be in the fucking desert i could be in the fuckken tundra i could be in total darkness #and i would still be writing pretentious angsty poetry about it #im not in any way saying it's a good thing. i'm not in any way implying that they're NOT tryna kill us #i'm saying. you could take away our jobs and we could go hungry and we could suffer #and from that suffering (if i know us) we'd still fuckin make art. #i would LOVE to be able to make money doing this! i never have been able to. but i don't NEED to. i will find a way to make my life work #even if it means being miserable #but i will not give up this thing. for the whole world.

[birdmenmanga]

I think there's no greater indication that disco elysium is sympathetic towards communism when it literally says "communism is failure" and then the literal gameplay itself rewards trying and failing. The most obvious one being the Shivers check at the FELD mural, which is an Impossible 20 check BUT opens itself up again and again the longer you spend in the world doing things, but even just looking at sheer probabilities, for any given white check, rolling first and THEN putting a point into that skill upon failure is more likely to grant you success than putting a point first and then rolling, but that would require failing first.

Other things too: Precarious world saying you'll 100% fail red checks no matter what (not necessarily a bad thing, btw!! throwing the boule into the sea is a success but like. in some other ways one would want a perfect petanque throw instead. but people wouldn't typically assume that failure is desirable sometimes from the start) persuading you to accept that you'll fail some things that is irrevocable, for a world where everything is just a tiny bit easier.

The faux game over screen when you faint after reading Dora's letter— emulating a sense of failure on the scale of the entire game. When it rolls up most people go "What?? Game over?? No way, what did I do wrong!!" and waking up after that, with no huge or lasting impact on Harry's health or morale really tells the player, "Sometimes things will seem so bad that it all seems like it's coming to an end, but it's not the end, it's really not the end, go drink so water, you can still go on despite this failure"

I'm sure there are other things as well that are eluding me but like. The literal gameplay rewards failing and succeeding far more so than simply succeeding every single time, and I think you get a fuller experience of Elysium that way too

#just thinking thoughts... #disco elysium #idk man when did we get so scared of failing!! #people never want to speak in class because 'what if I'm wrong :(((' #well then you are wrong... that is okay... it's normal to fail... sometimes saying the wrong thing is a great way to jumpstart a topic... #'getting a good grade in X is both normal to want and possible to achieve' #okay sure but have you made peace with the fact that getting a BAD grade in X isn't a bad thing? #a bad grade in being friends... okay... so you didn't check up on someone in 3 months... you failed... that's fine... #you can learn from it!! you can learn how to keep in touch with people. how to take care of them when they're sick. #how to resolve a dispute. how to communicate and compromise. these are all things you are not born with #and will fail first before succeeding at #Like yes I get that in the age of surveillance your failures may be recorded and preserved forever and that's not great #but if we don't normalize failure I really think we'll just suffocate and die

[jamiethebeeart]

Lineart by @ovytia-art which was such a blast to color - I love the entire vibe of all of them hanging out together so much @green-with-envy-phandom-event

#greenwithenvy2024 #danny phantom #i picked it for Dani originally but i really do love seeing all of them interact together it makes me really happy to see #fun fact the flats (including background) took almost 4 hours. + i had to spread that up over a few days due to eye problems slowing me dow #but it was so so worth it. no one else will really understand but working on it gave me the same kind of goofy fun stress free feeling as #when me and my friends hang out at our dennys. i have a newfound fondness for nasty burger. #anyway do NOT look too closely at the car background because i /know/ they're messed up perspective just. hush. #i designed some nasty burger logos for this based on the canon sign! it was very fun!!!! and i reused them for another piece #dp jbee

[chaos-bringer-13]

I've seen a lot of people writing Danny as a space ancient and Dan and Dani as ghosts with moon and sun cores, being sort of parts, versions of Danny and therefore weaker. Now, consider: Dan and Dani are both powerful ghosts with really cool cores and stuff but Danny is just some guy™

Dan, who came from an alternate timeline and is kind of from the future but also not, is Clockwork's apprentice and will eventually become an ancient of time. He probably only agreed to have some lessons with Clockwork to understand better what happened to him, but he enjoys his apprenticeship now.

Dani, with her love of travelling, loves seeing all the different places the world offers to her, and that includes space and different planets and maybe even parallel universes, and she accidentally ends up being an apprentice of the space ancient. For now she's probably a baby ancient of freedom or something like that, but she might become an ancient of space in the future.

We can also have something like Dan having a core of destruction or Dani being the Speed Force if you want it to be dcxdp, or any headcanon of yours about their cool powers.

And then there's Danny. And yeah, everyone knows that he's super powerful, but also he's just some guy.

It can go different routes. Does everyone know that Danny is just Danny? Or do they think that with siblings (well, technically a clone and an alternate version, but whatever) so powerful, he must be even stronger? Is Danny actually something terrifyingly eldritch and ancient and strong, almost a god, but he just doesn't know himself? Or is he just really some guy?

Now, because it's obvious that I have a dcxdp brainrot, have a regular "JL summons/meets a powerful ghost" but its Dan and Dani, and they keep mentioning their original/brother who won a fight against them at some point. The JL is very concerned about Dan and Dani's godlike powers, and they can't imagine what Danny is like. And then they meet him (in his human form), and it's just a young adult in casual clothes, very friendly and helpful, with no evident powers. Imagine the confusion. Imagine Dan and Dani, radiating power, in their eldritch ghost forms, admitting that fighting Danny for real is the dumbest thing to do and not even they would succeed... And then there's Danny is jeans and silly t-shirt, waving shyly.

#DO YOU SEE MY VISION #please #I'm not getting enough sleep #my brain is obsessed with weird stuff #I want Sam who barely looks human because she's one with nature #I want Tucker who looks regal and dangerous in his pharaoh clothes #I want Dan look like he can destruct the Earth with a wave of his hand #I want Dani who is everything there is in the world and you feel it in your bones #I want Jazz who sees your soul and your mind and you know it and there's nowhere to run #I want JL to meet all of them before meeting Danny #I want all of them to admit in their different ways that Danny is the greatest of them #I want JL to be VERY worried about meeting Danny #and then I want Danny to be as normal and friendly as possible #and I want him to treat all those eldritch creatures (his family and friends) as they're regular humans and nothing is weird about them #just hugs and love and praises #because it would cause so much confusion #this is NOT ghost king Danny #unless it is but he doesn't know (and either no one knows or no one told him because it's funnier this way and he's super oblivious) #dpxdc #dcxdp #dp x dc #dc x dp #DPxDC #DCxDP #danny phantom #isn't a crossover if you don't want it to be #could be any crossover if you do want it to be