621, Don't think I didn't see you reblog that longing post. The corporations don't care about your yearning.

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Raven, you should listen to selfish hate by jawny again.

saikis the most unreliable narrator ive seen. he’ll spend his whole day makimg sure people arent potentially being wronged, carry an actual plane for his classmates, risk his own life and privacy for some street magician he does not know, generally go to insane lengths to help others when he really has no obligation to, and then the whole time will be like “its not like i want to help, i just don’t like being in debt to people, im a very cold and selfish guy”

fall from grace

The King's last gift

Danny was tired, tired of being responsible for protecting the world. At first it was just Amity but the ghosts began to explore more and the halfa was exhausted. He was the only hero available and it was taking its toll.

He knew he couldn't go on like this, let alone with his coronation around the corner but he didn't know what else to do. He knew he couldn't interfere with the world after the crown was on his head. The world would fear him (maybe even more than now) and protecting them with so much power in hand could do more harm than good, but if he didn't protect them, who would?

His core ached at the thought of all those people begging for a hero who wouldn't come, so Danny took desperate measures, and cheated a little.

He visited Desiree; she watched him with a raised eyebrow, curious. And Danny did what he forbade long ago, he wished. He wished for the future and for humanity itself, he uttered the words he had wanted to say ever since he knew he would not be able to visit earth for a long time.

"I wish for the world to be safe even when I no longer live in it, I wish for there to be someone who can protect it, even if it's just a human."

Desiree blinked in surprise not expecting the King who had "forbidden" her to do such a thing. She smiled and nodded. Her power grew exponentially but neither she nor Danny said anything about it. The halfa would not undo that wish after all.

In New Jersey, Thomas and Martha Wayne were celebrating the birth of their son. Neither of them noticed the spark of magic entering the baby, nor the boy's unusually blue eyes. Bruce Wayne, the Ghost King's latest gift to mankind, had been born.

And years later, when the Justice League was formed and everyone was talking to each other, John Constantine looked at the dark knight curiously, wondering if he was aware that he was death's favorite.

i have so many feelings about this conversation. the grief and guilt for the lives he took. how he’s able to sympathize with the gur and acknowledge what he’s done to them as well as what they did to him.

The day we as a society accept that Dipper Pines is equally if not more selfish than Mabel Pines is the day we’ll know peace.

"Deep inside, Wilson believes that if he cares enough, he'll never have to die."

What the fuck were the House writers on

Thinking so much about clingy, mutually possessive, filthy sex and how much I just need that rn

The kind of sex where you and Bucky just can't feel close enough to each other. You physically can't get any closer than you are, his thick cock buried so deep inside you but you still need more of him. He has nothing left to give you and you're glad because if he was any longer, you wouldn't be able to take the rest.

You're panting against his neck, whining out your frustration each time he slides home into your warm, wet body. His own groans are low, rumbling from his throat and hanging in the humid air of the bedroom you share.

"You know I can't fucking resist you. I can't." Bucky moans, grasping one of your wrists, guiding it between your bodies, encouraging you to play with yourself while he fucks you.

"I can't say no to you. Fuck, I'm yours." You hardly hear what he's saying over the obscene, wet sounds of your body accommodating his.

Your fingertips rub against your slick clit and the sensation is almost too much. "You're mine." You whine against his neck, using your free hand to claw at his back, driving him impossibly closer to you.

There's something reassuring about the feeling of his skin on yours. It's hot and sweaty but it's so comforting being naked with him, enjoying the pleasure of each others' bodies. You don't feel vulnerable communicating your pleasure to him; you feel understood.

"I am." He groans, eyes fluttering shut, lost in the way your body clings to him. "All yours. And you're mine, aren't you? My good girl."

It's a relentless build up, each stroke taking you a little further than the last and at some point, the band just has to snap.

"I am." You whine, barely able to manage any more words than that.

"You feel like Heaven. You were made for me. This warm, tight little pussy fits me perfectly." His body still isn't close enough to you, not that there's any way you could physically feel more of him.

"You take me so well, you know that? You take every drop of cum and you still beg me for more. Fuckin' love it." Just the very mention of Bucky pumping his release into you makes your walls flutter, dreaming of the feeling of his thick load shooting into you.

"I can't last like this." You hear him mutter and you're almost glad because you're not far off either. "Can't last when I can see that pretty face." His eyes meet yours and he pulls you in for a kiss that stifles your moans for a few seconds.

"Bucky, please." You groan when he pulls back, rubbing yourself just a little too quickly now that you've gotten desperate.

"Go on sweetheart, let me feel you cum for me." It only takes a few more strokes for your high to take over, pleasure rippling through you in a way that leaves your legs shaking.

You almost miss the start of Bucky's release, given how distracted you are by your own but the unmistakable throbbing of him inside you tells you he's reached his own peak if his moans didn't give it away.

Just thinking about how 9-1-1 is a network television show and Evan Buckley is a stereotypical hot, macho man. How this show isn't niche or 'gay'. How people from all walks of life watch this show. Millions of people watch this show.

Someone out there watched tonight's episode and realized they've felt that way before. They realized they aren't alone.

Someone out there watched that episode and gained a better understanding of how people can figure out their sexuality later in life.

Someone out there watched tonight and saw that there isn't one way to be queer.

Someone's parents watched that episode tonight and realized that just because their kid isn't stereotypically gay or bi or queer, that doesn't make their sexuality less valid.

Someone watched this episode and realized that just because their friend/sibling/cousin/etc has only dated the opposite gender before, that doesn't mean they can't be bisexual

This episode matters so much. It matters so much.

you never change, do you

Spoilers for gtn and the first bit of htn

this is so fucked up... Like she said “I cannot conceive of a universe without you in it.” but she can't actually die because of her responsibilities. And her guilt. So she did the next best thing and killed herself off without killing herself in the most compartmentalizing harrowhark way so she can call herself dead... Like gideon... Dead and gone like a relief but still continuing on just enough to complete her responsibilities... Even the things she actually wanted to do like be a lyctor, gain knowledge, be alive to see the body come back, she's treating like burdensome things that she doesn't want to stick around to see and do with her own eyes. Like this isn't an act of being reborn and living without the painful truth of what she did, she's literally through this letter treating herself like a puppet, planning to manipulate her future self like she once did gideon, just live by the guidelines and don't ask any questions somehow knowing that even her future self would be so weird and fucked up and self hating that she would go through with it

like there is no hope for this future version of harrowhark. That's not in her plans at all

thinking about how dean making the deal was out of love for sam and of selfishness. he did it for sam as much as for himself. i think they pretty much blatantly said it in the crossroad blues where he and sam were once again paralleled to a married couple (dean chewing out the guy that made the deal to save his dying wife by saying “did you ever think about her in all this?” and “i think you did it for yourself so you wouldn’t have to live without her” and “guess what, she’s gonna have to live without you now”. and then he did the same thing to sam). he wanted his little brother back so bad he didn’t care about the consequences and how it’d affect sam (remember mystery spot and how dean’s death was driving sam insane?), or how sam would feel knowing his resurrection costed such a price. he just did it. because sam was always the centre of his world and he wanted him all to himself and to keep him forever. he couldn’t imagine or even handle living without sam and he didn’t care or didn’t think about sam having to live without him. and i love him for that. yes, it was selfish, but also beautiful and tragic and sexy

The thing is Hal would ruin Rose’s life. He would throw her own psychobabble back in her face and rip apart and dissect every long winded thing she said and it would send her into a mental breakdown. But Hal would be Dave’s best friend and biggest cheerleader. They would write terrible raps together and Hal would justify Dave’s every move and hype him up constantly ESPECIALLY when he was being stupid and lame.