Red Hood: Okay you little shit. Give me three reasons why I shouldn't fucking shoot you right now?

Danny: I only need one. You would miss.

Red Hood: I would miss. At point blank? You fucking serious?

Danny: Yup, point blank doesn't matter. You would still miss.

Red Hood was very tempted. His gun was loaded with rubber bullets. The worst the kid would get would be a big and ugly bruise right on the forehead. Like the once he gave his brothers when they were especially annoying, mostly Dick thou. That would teach this little shit of an overconfident teenager a lesson.

Danny just got separated from his class during the school trip and wandered into Crime Alley, interrupting a drug deal and getting then discovered by the local Crime Lord after he beat up the bad guys. Really, he had just wanted to buy a shake real quick.

Random Malitae headcannon that came to me...

CW: 18+ suggestive

Had the random thought that Malitae would have a thing for body worship. Both giving and receiving, mostly giving tho...

And probably leaving marks on their partner, decorating their skin with hickies and such

I have an idea for TMA fans.

I used to occasionally read creepypasta out loud to my friends, because they liked horror stories and my reading voice. I don't talk to most of them anymore, but I wish I could do this with them.

Offer to read a scary story to your friend(s), no context, and simply start reading the statements without the pre and post statement part, just as a story. (they don't even have to be in order) and watch how long it takes them to realise they're connected/start connecting dots themselves.

Could be a cool way for you to share a thing you like and a fun game for them.

OH MY GOD. GUYS.

so um. AWIT spoilers if you haven't read the book (please read it)

so um. on the planet camazotz, everyone is controlled by one singular mind. they have succumbed to "the black thing". basically, they all move the same, act the same, etc.

charles wallace, in order to find him and meg's father, let's himself get hypnotized so he can lead them to where he's kept. essentially, he JOINS the group mind. however, he's left behind after they find meg's dad and he has to tesser them away from the danger.

um. hivemind???? self sacrificing kid with powers??? LEAVING SOMEONE BEHIND BECAUSE THEY JOINED THE HIVEMIND AND ARE NOW DANGEROUS???? guys....

trick or treat gayboy. 🤲🤲🤲

TRICK

You get: this fuckin thing

Jk you may also have,,, Her,,,,

Sighs. I ignored this because the allegations weren't true that I'm transphobic, and they're still not. I know this will probably get brushed to the side or ignored but I really don't care. But I DO want to give this statement.

Yes, I accidentally on several occasions used the wrong pronouns for an individual. Was it my intention? No. I've actually been working to use ' They/Them ' for everyone in general because surprise !! as I've stated before my memory is absolute asscheeks and I don't remember everyone's gender or I'm so used to one thing after not being corrected for my mistakes that it tends to unfortunately stick. And because of that, i've mistakenly used ' She/Her ' instead of ' They/Them '.

As for that post that keeps getting shared, what WASN'T shown is that i actively fixed the pronouns and even said ' sorry i had to fix the pronouns '. I've been VERY careful about what i say and fix whatever errors I've made.

Proof one and two that i edited them way back when these posts were made. { I kept out names + certain information for the sake of not wanting to cause more problems }

However, despite that, I do want to at least apologize because I'm sure SOMEONE connected to this person will read this. If you felt as if I purposely got your pronouns wrong, I'm sorry, that was not my intention. I admit I have gotten genders mixed up and you were not the first person i've had to apologize because I've slipped up or gotten confused.

Whether you take this as truth or assume it's not, that's your choice. But I do want to make it clear that no, I did not misgender you on purpose.

Also to others reading this, if you continue to believe I'm transphobic, I won't force you to stick around, I'm just so tired of that accusation being slapped about and nobody taking the time to ask my side of things or actually get details from me.

beth had been writing all morning. viktor was out. he was busier these days, which left her a lot of time alone during the week. she'd promised herself she'd do some things around the house between writing sprints. while she did her little chores, beth would watch something from when she was younger. she'd finished friends and twin peaks already and was onto the next, the x files. something she remembered watching when she was younger, but it felt like watching it for the first time after so long.

she was engrossed in folding laundry, hardly paying any attention to the show at all until the song played. it wasn't until then that she realized what song it was. she'd only ever heard the original, the french version, on x files when she was younger. if she even had, there seemed to be a collection of episodes she couldn't be certain she saw the first time around. but she was familiar with the english rendition, which had a different tempo and mood to it entirely. beyond the sea. la mer.

every muscle in her body froze, liquid nitrogen racing through her blood stream, pulse roaring in her ears as she was thrust into a memory against her will. cold metal and the constant cacophony of machines. a hospital. no, too dark and grimy to be a hospital. her body ached despite knowing she couldn't feel what he was doing, she was there and not there all the same. drugs.

"shh, i'm fixing you now." the voice came from above her, the painfully glowy light behind his head making it impossible to see any features at all. "you're going to be all better. i promise you. go back to sleep, lizbeth."

lizbeth. oh god, how did he know— her mother was the only one to call her that. lizzy, betty and bethyl, those were the nicknames everyone knew, picked a side and rarely jumped to another name. but lizbeth, that was her mother's nickname. that was the little secret held between the two of them, named after her great grandmother, a name that died when her mother did when she was fifiteen.

just as quickly as she'd fallen into the memory, it was yanked away from her, the soft sounds of the song playing somewhere in the room as he hummed along fading into the background despite how quickly she was tossed back into herself. only it was much later. she was curled up, arms wrapped desperately around her knees as she pressed herself further and further into the corner.

her face was wet and hurt from sobbing, that much echoed in her chest as well. cheeks hot as the residual horror and panic washed away from her. she wasn't able to fully realize anything in her body though, because as soon a the initial shock passed, she saw him.

viktor. his hands pressed into her cheeks, fingers tangled in her hair as she spoke to her, she couldn't quite make out what he was saying but she could feel the love, see the worry across his brow. he was here. he was here and she was safe. she hadn't been crying when she snapped out of it, not until she realized he was there.

it was like she was drowning, something pulling her deeper and deeper under the water. the sea. sobs rolled over her, wave after wave as she threw herself into viktor, falling perfectly into his arms.

@saudadexmses

A scared hand reaches out to the rift that has teared through the earth. Purple/pink like energy flows through and winds around the others arm, Almost like a greeting. A soft smile grows on the scared figures face at the friendly greeting. 

“SCAR!”

The figure was pulled away from the rift causing it to flow back into itself. Scar frowns as he gives a small look at his arm. He already missed the warmth of the kind magic. But he was shook out of his thoughts as firm hands grasp his shoulders. 

“WHAT WERE YOU THINKING! THE RIFT COULD BE DANGEROUS! WHAT IF YOU WERE HURT!”

What was he thinking? Scar wasn’t sure himself. Only that something was guiding him here. But it didn’t really feel like danger. His gaze lingered on the rift before being cover by a multicolored covered wing. He moves his gaze to look down at his feathered friend. Their eyes are filled with panic and worry at the lack of noise from the scared elf. “Scar?” 

The elf turns back at the rift and then back at his friends’ worried looked and give the other a small smile. “Sorry G! I give you quite a scare huh? How about some cookies! Free of charge!” 

Grian stares at the elf for a moment before letting out a breath of relief as he releases Scar’s shoulders. As much as Grian wants to interrogate the Elf he was kind of glad the other decided the move away from the subject. Ever since the appearance of the rift and not dying from a fall that should’ve of been his end. Grian kind of wanted to get away from this mysterious magical rift.

“Yeah cookies sound nice right now. Now come on, lets get out of here.” 

Grian opens up and flaps his wings upwards inside his new home. Scar watches the other flies up as he stretches out his butterfly like wings only to stop as the familiar warmth of energy like magic coming up to the side of his face and wrapping around his left arm as the rift seems to start to whisper something to the Elf which causes the other to sharply turn around to the rift with widen eyes. 

“That language? How? Wha-” “SCAR! IF YOU DON’T COME UP I’ll EAT ALL OF YOUR COOKIES!”

Scar’s eyes linger on the rift hoping to get answers, but nothing seems to come. He closes his eyes and breathed in, counting to 6 then breathing out to calm his racing thoughts of the whispered words in a different language he hasn’t heard in many years. He turns away from the rift and spreads his wings and flapped them as he opens his eyes.

“Don’t you dare you pesky bird!”

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[I have no idea what I wanted to get with writing this, but I just let my fingers type away that on the keybored. I hope you enjoyed it] [Sorry if there is any spelling and grammar errors]

Rela sat high up off of the floor, perched on one of the library’s shelves as she read the contents of a datapad. The rest of her class soon entered, as evidenced by the growing noise. At first, the purple Twi’lek wrinkled her nose and turned away, disinterested, but then she heard: “He’s the Hero of Naboo!” Curious, she put the pad away and silently jumped to the floor, creeping closer to see what all the fuss was about. The Padawans and their Master surrounded a young Human boy her age, who she regarded with curiosity.

@skysnipsw

metal sonic but its off the shits because eggman programmed emotions into it in order to be a more meaningful 'servant' thatll do eggmans 'chores' and sort out sonic

which contradicts its previous programming + therefore causes one hell of a malfunction

ahem!

the funniest meltdown ive ever had was in college when i got so overstimulated that i could Not speak, including over text. one of my friends was trying to talk me through it but i was solely using emojis because they were easier than trying to come up with words so he started using primarily emojis as well just to make things feel balanced. this was not the Most effective strategy... until. he tried to ask me "you okay?" but the way he chose to do that was by sending "👉🏼👌🏼❓" and i was so shocked by suddenly being asked if i was dtf that i was like WHAT???? WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY TO ME?????????? and thus was verbal again

you want what

Obsessed with characters who portray themselves as worse than they are. Who are lying to everyone including themselves about it. People generally assume if someone's lying about themselves they're trying to look better but sometimes they're trying to look worse. They attribute agency to where they had none, add intend to accidents, try to convince everyone that this is something they did instead of something that happened to them.

FIVE NIGHTS AT FREDDY'S (2023)

the funniest part of any Robin meeting the JL is that every Robin is so distinctly different from the previous one in terms of personality and vibes that the league literally gets backlash. and like, I don't blame them. not to mention that they are non-meta children that dress as a traffic light and fight crime alongside batman in gotham on a nightly basis. i'd also be a bit concerned. Batman, literally The Night of Gotham personified in the League's eyes, coming into a JL meeting: This is Robin, my crime-fighting partner. 11-year-old Dick Grayson, dressed in the brightest primary colours possible, vaguely hidden murder behind those eyes, never stops moving even for a moment: Hi! Superman: That's a child. That's-- Bats that is a child. You let a child--? Batman, deadpan: You try to stop him. Would you rather he try and murder a grown man with a wire?

Batman: This is Robin. 12-year-old Jason Todd, with the biggest grin on his face, about 3 books in his hand, stars in his eyes and a distinct street-kid drawl: Hey!!! Green Lantern: That's ... that's a different child. What?? Jason: I stole his tires :) Batman: Tried to. Jason, stage whispering to the League: basically did. Green Lantern: that is a different kid, right?? I'm not seeing shit??

Batman: This is Robin. 14-year-old Tim Drake, bo staff clutched in his hand, a wary and tired expression on his face, more on the quiet side, the literal walking definition of don't judge a book by it's cover: hello Flash: Where do you even find these-- Tim: I found myself.

Batman: This is Robin. 17-year-old Stephanie Brown, literally blonde, with a shit-eating grin, eyes full of nothing but mischief and the most explosive personality you've ever seen: hiya!! Superman: I give up. Stephanie: I know, I have that amazing effect on people.

Batman: This is Robin. 13-year-old Damian Wayne, a literal wet cat that will hiss at you, has a sword, the most judgemental stare you'll get from a teenager, ready to jump anyone there: Green Lantern: WHY DOES HE HAVE A SWORD?! Batman: ... he came with the sword.

A h-heartfelt reunion..?

Bonus