it wasn't as bad as i thought it was gonna be

Hospital Starters
  • [ Requested by Anon about a week ago. Warnings for blood, suicidal thoughts, and medical stuff. Thanks! : ]
  • "Hey, you're awake!"
  • "Where am I?"
  • "You hit your head. There was so much blood that I got scared."
  • "Don't try to get up. You're safe here."
  • "I hate this place..."
  • "How could you do this to yourself?"
  • "The world didn't give me a choice, and now, I'm suffering even more!"
  • "You really came..."
  • "I told you I would be here when you woke up."
  • "How many tests did they do on you?"
  • "If I wasn't drugged up, I could tell you the names of every test they do in this place."
  • "When are they going to let you leave?"
  • "They said that I'll be here for a few days. Maybe a week."
  • "What happened to you? You have so many things sticking out of you."
  • "That's what happens when you're dying."
  • "It's probably time to change those bandages..."
  • "You aren't in pain, are you?"
  • "You were in an accident. You almost didn't make it."
  • "That would explain why I feel terrible."
  • "I thought you were dead..."
  • "I'm not dead, am I?"
  • "I didn't know it was this bad..."
  • "I may not live much longer..."
  • "I'm dying..."
  • "You can't die! There has to be something they can do!"
  • "I'm too far gone for any surgery to fix me."
  • "I want you to know that I'll miss you most."
  • "Don't say that! I don't like it when you talk like this..."
  • "I just want it to happen so I don't have to think about it all the time."
  • "I wanted to say goodbye to you one more time."
  • "If you don't get some sleep, I'm going to hit this button and tell a nurse you're bothering me."
  • "Don't abuse that call button!"
  • "You know that button only works every five seconds, right?"
  • "Maybe if I push it hard enough, more will come out."
  • "I get to come home today."
  • "Did you fill out the release forms yet?"
  • "They hooked me up with a bunch of prescriptions. I'm gonna be high as a kite."
  • me: i have diagnosed myself with several mental illnesses in the past, every single one i've researched for about a year before being diagnosed with the same exact mental illnesses i thought i had. i did extensive research before labeling myself with these illnesses, and even then i never stopped looking into them to double-check that i'm still experiencing the symptoms. self-diagnosing greatly helped me as it gave me a support system and a group of people i was able to relate to and talk to about my feelings. it helped me realize i wasn't alone and it really helped me cope with my problems until i was able to get professional help.
  • Neurotypicals: umm sweaty i think you just have a good 'ol case of psych student syndrome :) you really shouldn't just label yourself with these very Real and Bad problems just because you heard about it once uwu self-diagnosing is Evil it stole my wife and burned down my house you shouldn't do it Ever it'll only hurt you uwuwuwuwu

Maybe dabbling in dark magic wasn’t such a good idea?

There’s a lot of unwelcome thoughts in my head rn

anonymous asked:

a fic prompt - Steve gets introduced to El and internally he's like 'guess ive got 5 kids now' :3

frICK this is cute thank u for this prompt omg

hopefully!!! i did okay!!! ahfsdlfkja

Steve finally properly meets Eleven three days after the fact, on a bright and sunny morning. It’s a busy day in Hawkins - people seem to be getting a head-start on holiday shopping early this year - but beneath all that surface-level hustle and bustle, The Party is busy with their own excitable rush.

(Inwardly, Steve winces every time he subconsciously refers to the group of traumatized humans he’s unwittingly become a part of as The Party. He really, really needs to stop spending so much time with Dustin.)

If their fellow citizens notice the fact that Hopper, Joyce, Nancy, Jonathan, and Steve have been driving back and forth along the same path over and over again all day today, they don’t seem to care. Dustin doesn’t seem all that bothered by it, either; he just chatters away into his walky-talky radio…thing in Steve’s passenger’s seat, pointing out various window fronts to his friends as they drive along ahead of them or behind them, oblivious to Steve’s occasional side-long glances. Every now and then Lucas or Mike will answer, usually in the form of an exasperated groan or else yelling at him to shut up, but Dustin is completely unperturbed.

It’s hard to admit, but Steve almost envies him.

At age 13, Steve was already obsessed with the social hierarchy in place at Hawkins Middle School. He knew Jessica Lang threw all the best parties when her parents were out of town and had already developed an uncanny talent for making the bottle land on her every time he spun it, thus quickly propelling him to the very top by the time they hit high school; all it took was earning his place on the basketball team for King Steve to be born. King Steve never showed that much excitement over any single thing. King Steve was cool at every possible moment, from the way he stood to the way he dressed to the way he styled his hair. King Steve was carefully and meticulously designed and was really a bitch to maintain.

He thinks with a faint smile that he really doesn’t miss that old stodgy monarch as he listens to Dustin fawn over some Star Wars toy on display in a passing window.

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The Lego Movie - Sentence Starters
  • "Cover your butt."
  • "Oh, now there's a prophecy."
  • "All this is true, because it rhymes."
  • "That was a great, inspiring legend...that you made up."
  • "Good morning, apartment!"
  • "Ah here it is, the instructions to fit in, have everyone like you, and always be happy!"
  • "Wear clothes. Whoops, almost forgot that one!"
  • "Honey, where are my pants?"
  • "What was I just thinking? Ah, I don't care."
  • "Take everything weird and blow it up!"
  • "Who wants to eat some delicious chicken wings and get craaazyyyy?!"
  • "...I think I heard a whoosh."
  • "I feel like maybe I should touch that."
  • "So you've never heard of the prophecy?"
  • "I watch a lot of cop shows on TV, isn't there also supposed to be a good cop?!"
  • "That guy's not a criminal mastermind."
  • "We all have something that makes us something, and ____ is...nothing."
  • "Am I gonna die?!"
  • "Yes, we've told him he'll live so he doesn't try to escape, but...we're lying to him."
  • "Come with me if you wanna not die."
  • "What are you, a DJ?"
  • "Darn darn darn, darny, darn!"
  • "Oh my g-o-s-h!"
  • "I'm not sure exactly why you'd bring that up."
  • "I never have any ideas."
  • "Blah blah blah, proper name, place name, backstory stuff."
  • "I think I got it. But just in case... Tell me the whole thing again, I wasn't listening."
  • "How scary can someone's office be?"
  • "This meeting could run a little bit...deadly."
  • "It makes me just want to pick up whoever's standing closest to me and just throw them through this window!"
  • "All I'm asking for is total perfection!"
  • "Howdy guys! Come sit on me!"
  • "I don't think he's ever had an original thought in his life."
  • "Introducing, the double decker couch! So everyone can watch TV together and be buddies!"
  • "That idea is just the worst."
  • "Your mind is so prodigiously empty that there is nothing in it to clear away in the first place."
  • "I'm dark and brooding too! ...Guys, look! A rainbow!"
  • "Any idea is a good idea! Except the not happy ones."
  • "I know what you're thinking: he is the least qualified person in the world to lead us! And you are right!"
  • "You are so disappointing on so many levels."
  • "This is not how Batman dies!"
  • "Somebody get me some markers! Some construction paper! And some glitter glue!"
  • "I'm here to see...your butt."
  • "You're telling me that you have a machine to control the universe and you can't listen to tunes in surround sound?"
  • "I want speakers that you can hug with your arms and your legs."
  • "I didn't draw that, is that me exploding?!"
  • "Must be weird. One minute, you're the most special person in the universe. The next, you're nobody!"
  • "Unfortunately, I'm going to have to leave you here to die."
  • "So I guess running around and screaming is normal."
  • "You don't know me, but I'm on TV, so you can trust me."
  • "What in the world is that? It's adorable."
  • "Do not eat me!"
  • "Why is the dragon on top of the luxury condo development?"
  • "You don't have to be the bad guy."
  • "He's the hero you deserve."
  • "Everything is awesome!"

anonymous asked:

What happens to Marvin after the musical??? This question has plaques my mind for ages and I was wondering your take on it

Okay, well, here’s my personal interpretation. Obviously, since Marvin’s future is not explicitly disclosed in the musical, it all depends on you personally and what you choose to believe. But for me:

I believe Marvin contracted AIDS from Whizzer and died soon after the events portrayed in the musical.

And here’s why I think this: 

1. Charlotte sings “Something Bad is Happening (Reprise)” directly to Marvin (as we see in the proshot, she does this off to the side, in private -  as if what she is telling him is a private matter concerning only him), and it is pointed in the fact that the only real lyrical addition to the reprise is how the disease “spreads from one man to another.“ This is clearly heavily hinting at the fact that, at the very least, she is warning Marvin that he is at high-risk of already being (again, at the very least) HIV positive.

Bonus: In “Unlikely Lovers,” Cordelia says that “We don’t know what time will bring,” to which Whizzer replies “I’ve a clue” and Marvin reaffirms, “I have too/two.” Though the official lyrics state that it is “too” (meaning that Marvin is agreeing that Whizzer’s death is in near future), William Finn also does a lot of double-meanings in his text, so depending on what you interpret, it can also be “two” (as in, Marvin has two clues for the future: Whizzer will die, and Marvin himself will die). It really depends on how you want to interpret that part, so it’s not official “proof” or anything but the first time I heard it, I thought it was “two” and my heart broke. Obviously this is mere speculation on my part and isn’t “proof” and actually contradicts the real lyrics so that’s why I’m crossing it out, but I still feel this information is important to at least be aware of because it had helped form my early opinion of what happened to Marvin post-musical.

2. In “What Would I Do?” Marvin says, “Once i was told that good men get better with age. WE’RE just gonna skip that stage.” This, again, is heavily implying that Whizzer and Marvin are going to not make it to old age. 

3. This is not really “proof” but i feel like - if Marvin did contract the disease - it would add even more importance and emphasis to the lines “I’d do it again. I’d like to believe that I’d do it again and again” because it demonstrates that Marvin is essentially losing his life for loving and being with Whizzer but he still doesn’t regret it. And it just makes that line so much more profound and heart-breaking??

4. (and this is less proof and more me being all editorial and expressing my own views) But I feel like it just - makes more sense, story-wise?? Given that William Finn was emphasizing how the AIDS crisis didn’t “pick and choose” its victims and how utterly unfair and devastating it was to loved ones (it left many friends jaded and many families torn apart). Idk,,, it just makes more sense to me because of the themes established in Falsettos.

So like,,, as you can see, there’s not a lot of “proof” but this is why I believe that Marvin contracted AIDS and subsequently lost his life. It’s very tragic and devastating, and I should emphasize that this isn’t a “proven,” 100% factual account of Marvin’s future because we honestly have no idea since the musical ended right after Whizzer’s death. It’s really all up to your personal interpretation and what you believe better fits the story in your mind. If you believe that he lived a long, happy life, then your interpretation is no less “right” than mine.

niyana-the-ambiguous-mobian  asked:

OHMY GOD!! They literally aired a short promo for the show and they showed tadashi calling hiro “Little brother” and they were showing pictures of him when he was alive and there was just so much scenes of people hugging! Oh my heart... (Bad news is I didn’t get to film it)


This prompt was sent to me sooooo long ago by @legojacques. Thank you for your patience! I hope it was worth the wait!

Note: This is an AU where Bitty and Jack have a heart-to-heart after the events of epikegster, and then the rest of year 2 goes on to happen as it does in canon. Pre-relationship friendship, ftw! Also, ridiculous flight itinerary ftw lol

This was not how Bitty’s winter break was supposed to start. He never should have used that cheap airfare website. At the time he booked it, the Boston to Montréal, Montréal to Atlanta itinerary did not seem so bad. Weird, yes, but not bad.

Getting to travel the first leg of his trip with Jack did not hurt either. Bitty could not help but snicker as Jack struggled to hide his surprise at the cookies stashed in his carry-on. “Yes. I packed an entire batch of cookies for this flight. I know it’s only an hour and fifteen minutes, but… playing hockey burns a lot of calories, so we gotta eat lots of small meals.”

The employee raised an eyebrow. “Is a batch of chocolate chip cookies the best meal choice?”

“They’re not your grandmother’s chocolate chip cookies–” Bitty stopped himself. “Actually, they are my MooMaw’s basic recipe, but with a healthier twist.”


“They have more protein.” Bitty grinned when Jack made a soft “hah” laugh. It was good to see him smile after the events of epikegster. This was shaping up to be a good day.

The day went south just as their flight was arriving up north. The pilot announced over the speaker that a storm was starting up, and that the landing would be rocky. Jack stared out Bitty’s window intently with a soft frown on his face. 

Bitty tried to keep his composure, but the first big jolt of turbulence elicited a quiet yelp from the back of his throat. “Sorry, so embarrassing…” He blushed and shyly looked over at Jack.

Jack was rigid and pressed as far back in his seat as possible, his eyes closed. He was taking slow, deep breaths, but his exhales were a bit shakey.

“Jack? Are you okay?”

“I'm fine,” Jack snapped before he could correct himself. “Sorry, just…”

“It’s okay.”

“Hey… Bittle?” Jack asked with his eyes still closed. 

“Yes, Jack?”

“Could you… No, nevermind. It’s stupid.”

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mrcringe203  asked:

Do you really think Britain wasn't torn up about losing America as a colony in Hetalia? I mean in the show, there is that famous scene of America and Britain in the rain during the American Revolution. Britain had America at Gunpoint but couldn't bring himself to do it, and he breaks down crying. I mean, it's unclear whether America feels bad, but it's kinda clear that Britain is still bitter about it. Not to mention, Britain still dreams about Child America.

thank you for your ask! i’ll try to explain this because i have a lot of thoughts about it. i should make it clear that while i do use canon as a starting point i put no limits on rewriting and reinterpreting it. you’re quite right that canon unambiguously makes it such that the whole affair was sad from england’s point of view but i’ve personally never liked that depiction for several reasons. so…well, i’m gonna criticise canon a lot: 

  • woobification of the British Empire. that flag ain’t called the butcher’s apron for no reason. i don’t like the entire vibe of feeling sorry for an empire losing a grip on a colony, generally. whether it’s america and england, or mexico and spain, and so on.
  • having lived in england for some time, eh. the Stiff Upper Lip is a thing. england, as I see him, doesn’t cry easily. (unless maybe he’s piss drunk). even so? this is england. as i see him, he’s near a thousand years old in 1776. he would have been born in the chaos and violence of medieval europe, of the normans and the anglo-saxons. the numerous other medieval european wars, the english civil war. is losing a colony really the worst thing to ever happen to him? i highly doubt it.
  • in my headcanon, england wouldn’t have cried. he wouldn’t even be on his knees. he’d have fucking shot alfred in the head, even, for daring to be such an ungrateful piece of shit (as he sees it). if he was upset; a lot of it was ruined pride and fury that he pampered and protected america only for the dog to bite the hand that feeds. and worse still! cavorting with his enemies, france and spain. 
  • all of this is because to begin with, i feel like england wouldn’t have been such a warm parent to america but more high-handed and quite authoritarian at times. those kinds of parents that treat their kids as an extension of themselves (remember you belong to me). as i see it, america is kind of a project of his, to prove that he can make an Englishman out of this mixed-raced kid he found in the middle out of nowhere. to me, nations being nations, an empire-colony dynamic is gonna have that unsettling bit. i think he does come to care for america in his own dysfunctional way, but otherwise he wasn’t exactly a good parent.
  • england still being upset about it in the present or dreaming about child america tbh, i feel like it over-exaggerates the importance of america to british national pride and imperial nostalgia. a lot of the empire nostalgia here nowadays is with the more recent colonies that gained independence after 1945. (india, jewel in the crown and all)
  • more importantly: i very much see them as father and son, but making england still hung up about the War makes no sense given that literally…noone here cares today. there are 4th of July parties and restaurant specials. i hate the thought that their relationship is frozen in the past (in addition to the fact that i find it questionable this is something we should pity england for). there was WW1 and WW2. WW2, especially. the american lend lease scheme, the american atlantic convoys that kept england (and his siblings) afloat during the battle of britain, where europe’s fate really hung in the balance…after all this time? is england still going to be upset america ran away from home? 
  • general over-exaggeration of the anglo-american r/ship to the point it obscures other english/european history: imo things more likely to bother england in the present would be the Troubles, that went on right up till the 21st century. or the European Union and all the neighbouring states. we’re also still dealing with all the british empire’s demons in places that were only recently decolonised after 1945, loads of conversations about what it means to be british and english in the present where there are now many british citizens from the commonwealth etc etc. 
  • so: eh. i’m not here for england being hung up over the revolutionary war. as i see it, he and america get on pretty well in the present, they might make snippy comments about The War but…it’s mostly joking and not actually a Seriously Upsetting thing. 

lunamoonstone-demigoddess  asked:

Found out not too long ago that someone who represented themselves as a minor celebrity to me online was in fact not who they claimed to be(someone led about themselves on the internet. Shocking, I know.). It stunk, but at least the worst thing was playing a game with someone that wasn't who they seemed to be, and it got me curious; have you ever known of any times where someone else tried to pretend to be you or otherwise used your celebrity for their own gain?

Yeah, people have pretended to be me for as long as the Internet has existed. A particularly memorable one was when someone pretended to be me on a MUCK, and some dude showed up at a con I was attending because he thought we were gonna put on furry costumes and get freaky together. 

It was a little disturbing, but I genuinely felt bad for the guy. In retrospect, I guess it could have gone a lot worse, and been kind of dangerous for me. 

…okay, now I’m retroactively panicking.


pairing: reader x young derek hale.

summary: in which derek does everything in his capability to protect you from kate.

warnings: violence.

song inspiration: moondust → jaymes young.

HE’S GOT electric blue eyes and a sculpted face. 

Derek Hale would do anything to make sure you were safe, even if it meant sacrificing his own existence.

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i’m afraid the strain has permanently impressed itself upon my shoulder blades, through cracks shaped by patterns repeated in the universe, in dust motes, in suns.

i feel the pinpricks of the stars. i wonder if i always will, or if my senses will eventually give into the anesthetic sort of erosion that seems so intent to pick at my edges. gravity whispers that it wants to dissect me, pull me apart and rearrange the pieces into something a little colder. maybe one day i’ll let it — after all, time is only corrosion to a will like mine.

i am watching, trying to ignore the grayscale peeking at the seams, when a realization strikes me: the day will come when my name will be forgotten and i lost in history and the memories of dead men, and still, the universe will go on — if even the mightiest titans are small in the face of infinity, then what of me, of you? would it be so bad to let go when you don’t even know why you’re holding on, and is it worth holding on when you are questioning the worth of everything you do?

i told someone, once, about the subject of my thoughts — of how i feel like my soul has turned into a freezing, barren wasteland, and of how there seems to be no point in doing whatever it is i do. he told me i was selfish for even thinking that.

i never brought it up again until the day i met the stranger who could fly. he was the first one to come so close in a long, long time. heart in my throat, i asked him: “how do you lift the weight of existence off your shoulders?”

i listened as he spoke and prayed the currents wouldn’t sweep his voice away, and when he finished, i replied, “that’s not easy at all.” he shrugged and said, “what is?” before gliding away. “what of failure? of falling?” i shouted, but the wind ate my words. i never saw him again. i wonder what became of him, that boy of wax and feathers, who gave me a key that i’m not sure even fits — but it’s something.

i don’t think i’ll ever forget his answer. this is what he told me: “you find a purpose and use it to turn the weight into wings. and then, you fly.”

god, if only it were as simple as he made it sound.

OCEAN M., the musings of atlas


This is an Alec Lightwood imagine. I KNOW ALEC IS GAY BUT FOR THIS HE IS STRAIGHT. I have a lot of requests to get to and school is killing me but i’m trying to get to them all. 

Originally posted by itscuteust

As always i was woken up by my alarm clock that goes off at 7 a.m sharp. I opened my eyes to be met by the same sight i was everyday. Nothing was new in the institute. I got up and put on a happy face. I didn’t want Alec or Izzy coming asking me questions.

“Get up we have a mission” i said when i stepped into Izzys room without knocking. I always did this since we had known each other forever it just didn’t seem necessarily to knock. “How are even up right now” she complained and pulled the sheets over her head. “Because your brother might kill me if i wasn't” i laughed. I actually had started to get a crush on the oldest Lightwood. “You have such a crush on him” Izzy mumbled under her breath while getting up and going to her closet “I DON'T” i yelled and threw a pillow after her.

“We need about six people. So Izzy, me, Jace, Clary, Y/N and we’ll take Luke with us too” Alec finish the short meeting he had called. Or so we thought “I’m not done” Alec said making all of us groan and sit back down in our seats “We have to make groups. Izzy i need you to go with Luke. Jace and Clary are together and Y/N you’re with me” He finished gesturing for everybody to leave. A small smile grew on my face knowing i had the entire day to spend with Alec.

“Heres your chance” Izzy whispered when she passed me “SHUT UP ISABELLE” i yelled back. I really didn’t need the entire institute knowing about my crush. Especially when Alec doesn’t know anything. And he definitely doesn’t  feel the same way.

Alec and i were walking down the narrow hallway when a demon attacked out of nowhere. Alec of course had it under control. He hit the demon with enough force to knock it down so that i could cut it. I looked up and saw the look of satisfaction on his face.

“Come on. Run” Alec said after a few seconds of silence where we just stared at each other. I began running after Alec. when we got where we needed to go we stood in silence waiting for Izzy and Luke. “So. i realise we don’t talk a lot… my fault but tell me something about yourself.” I started. I would much rather have a conversation with Alec than just sit in awkward silence.

“Uhm. I don’t know. I one shot my teacher with an arrow” He said randomly. I laughed out loud and turned to him with a shocked expression on my face.


“No” ALec laughed a little at the memory. “Your turn. Tell me something” He commanded.

“Oh… i guess i had kind of a boring life…. Oh one time i kissed a guy and i was supposed to text my friend about how bad the kiss was and i accidentally texted the guy” i sighed. To my surprise it got Alec laughing. After a while i realised why he was laughing so hard.  “And that guy was Jace oh god i totally forgot you already knew that” I laughed at the thought.

“You got Jace crying for three days Y/N” Alec laughed “ He coul-” he was gonna continue but got hit from behind him. I ran over to kill the demon who had attacked him.  

“Alec are you okay.” I yelled dropping to my knees. I tried to look at his stomach where he had been cut but he pushed me away trying to get up himself.

“I’m fine.” He said but before he got up he totally blacked out.

“Hey. you’re home don’t worry. Jace and Luke helped me get you here”  I said. I was sitting next to Alecs bed where he was currently laying shirtless.

“I’m fine really i don’t need anything” He said trying to get up but of course his wound started aching and I pushed him down again. “Y/N i’m fine. I can take care of myself”

“I know you can but you’re not fine. Now let me take care of you” i said. I started looking at his wound but it got too much for him and he grabbed my hand. My eyes shot up to look at him. “Uhm. Sorry, i didn’t mean to hurt you” i said.

“Shut up” he said and lifted his hand to the back of my neck and lifted me. He quickly pushed his lips against mine. “How good was that because if you’re gonna text someone about this i wanna know from now” He said. I laughed and pressed my lips to his again.

Hate You (Wonho)

Originally posted by wonhontology

Chapter 1

Pairing: Wonho x Reader
Genre: Romance, Fluff?, Angst

“Did they really have to invite all of Monsta X?” I sighed as I scanned the crowd. I had watched them all walk in, looking too cool as always. 

“Why don’t you like Wonho? Please remind me.” Soo Jung, leader of the group, asked curiously as if she didn’t know.

“You know exactly why.” I huffed back at her. I really hate that jerk.

I watched her eyes follow his every move. “No, I  don’t. He is a gorgeous man. It’s a mystery why you don’t like him. Everyone likes him.” she swooned. I seem to have forgotten that everyone is blinded by him other than me.

“He's rude Soo Jung. I can’t stand him. He purposely tries to ruin my life. Every time he smirks I want to punch him right in the-” but sadly my rant was cut short, courtesy of the devil himself.

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anonymous asked:

i think the worst part is that people don't realize how terrible the nightwing thing is! hell, someone even said it wasn't as bad as marvel's secret empire! honestly, both storylines are bad for reasons related to nazism but someone really needs to explain why dc's nightwing thing is as bas as secret empire!! can't we leave jewish people/romanis/disabled people alone, guys??

Oh thank god when I saw the anon notif I thought I was gonna have to square up to fight. Bless you.

Here’s three posts that explain the fascist/Nazi sitch as succintly as I know how. For those of you who don’t want to click/can’t bc mobile, here’s another summation:

  • Dick Grayson is just as much of a paragon as Steve Rogers. Twisting a character who is supposed to stand as the canonical best and brightest of the DC Universe is not an effective platform for generating social/political commentary. NOWHERE in Nightwing’s history as a character, or his overarching themes, is there room for a “dark side” as dark as this.


  • IT DOESN’T MATTER THAT THIS IS AN AU. On a corporate scale, this isn’t a small, one-off world; it’s a broad stroke because it generates headlines. Stories like this in our current political climate aren’t just tasteless; they make heroes turning into fascists seem normal. 

  • This is frightening escalation. “Ugh, another Nazi edgelord story” is NOT A REACTION ANYONE SHOULD BE HAVING. Yet here we are! THIS IS NOT RIGHT.

  • Dick Grayson is not as much of a household name as Captain America. I suspect the choice to portray him this way is deliberate. DC gets to avoid the shitstorm that happened to Marvel while achieving the same results: again, making fascism seem blase.

  • Sidenote for if you want to prove them wrong about avoiding that shitstorm.

  • If this was written with good intentions, that doesn’t make it any less dangerous (or appallingly insensitive, see below.) “But they’re saying Dick pulls a Heel Face Turn because his family is threatened!” THAT’S A DISGUSTING WAY TO SHOW FASCISM BEING WRONG, ESPECIALLY IN THIS POLITICAL CLIMATE. Suddenly he cares because he has a personal stake? Not because fascist actions are objectively horrific???? 

  • The most important point of all: DICK GRAYSON IS ROMANI. I don’t feel I should speak much on this issue, considering how well and eloquently @lesbopoisonivy has covered those bases. For those of you who straight-up don’t know why Dick’s ethnicity is relevant to this discussion, I suggest you educate yourselves. (TL;DR: Rromani people were among those specifically targeted by Nazi Germany in WWII.) But, y’know. Surely it’s not about race, right? Give me a fucking break.

So yeah. Let me know if I left anything out. AND FEEL FREE TO REBLOG THIS.


this was supposed to be a funny drabble and somehow turned into sad, unrequited bittyholtz

“I don’t get it,” Holster said, sloshing his beer around. Ransom sighed, but reasoned with himself that the attic floor had seen a lot worse.

“Are we still talking about Jack and Bits?” Ransom asked, standing to grab another Natty from the 24-pack. Lukewarm beer was not the BEST, but the downstairs fridge was full of Lardo’s shit and the kitchen fridge was…off limits as long as they kept wanting pie. (And they sure as fuck did.)

“Yeah,” Holster said, taking another gulp and not even pretending to look at his International Finance notes. “I just don’t get it.”

Ransom managed to absorb a total of three words from his own reading before finding he was too distracted by Holster. “What don’t you get?” He asked. "Jack being g- bi or whatever? It’s a little surprising, yeah, but I mean…all that fanfiction was built on something, y'know?“ 

Holster shook his head, leaning back in his desk chair and contemplating the ceiling. "Nah, man, I mean, I don’t get why Bits would date Jack. Bitty’s, like, the nicest person we know – like, totally a three-way tie between him, Chow, and Mother Teresa-" 

 "We know Mother Teresa?” Ransom chirped. Holster chucked a pencil at him, glaring.

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  • John: Is there something you want to know, Merle?
  • Merle: *pauses* Yeah! There is something I would like to know. Are you my friend?
  • Griffin narrating John: The smile drops from his face, and he stands up and I think he reaches out his hand---with the fire---but he pulls it back down, and-uh-he kinda shakes his head and he says
  • John: What am I doing?
  • Griff: And he looks out the window for, like, a minute without talking... and he turns back to you and says
  • John: To, have friendship, Merle, it requires you to... Love someone and be invested in your shared happiness and these things, Merle, friendship and love and happiness.... They're -they're all so... Small. In the grand scheme of things, Merle, they last a second. And I just don't, *sighs*. What bring you happiness, Merle? I know that the game is over but... Wha-what brings you joy, Merle, please I- give me this freebie- I'm-just tell me.
  • Merle: What brings me joy.... is... Life. I think you've can find joy---anywhere, in life. I think it's a conscience choice. I think you- you choose joy. In life, and no matter how bad things are-no matter how crummy-no matter how dark.... You find joy. I found joy, honest to god, gettin' to know ya! I found joy playing chess with ya! I find joy in whatever I do! I don't always do things right 'nd I don't always do things smart, but whatever I do... I find joy in it, because at the end of the day, thats all ya got! You can always come back to the joy ya had, to the joy ya found, to the joy you gave other people!
  • Griff: Uhm, I think his back is turned to you for most of this as he just kinda looks out the window. He says
  • John: I think there was probably a time where I had joy- where I e-experienced fleeting happiness or anger or fear but god, it's just been so long. Merle, I... I used to spend my days considering the nature of time and existence- maybe that brought me joy, once, but unlike everybody else whoever thought about those questions, whoever pondered the meaning of it all... I, and you may find this hard to believe, but, I solved it, Merle, I saw the fullness of time. I- I pondered eternity and was the first person, and only person, to successfully visualize it's treacherous arch.
  • Griff: He sits back down-uh-across the chess board from you and he says
  • John: You're a man of the cloth, Merle, certainly you've wondered too about what awaits our conscienceness after death or-
  • Griff: and he laughs. He says
  • John: Perhaps for some people who think about it, ther-theres nothing but infinite oblivion that the eternal erasure of your conscienceness or-fo-for some it's eternal life and their god's glorious kingdom or eternal cycling through all the inhabitants of their world. Any of these options, Merle, any of them are just, i-erasure or contentment or revival. Any of those are fine as abstract concepts, but eternally, Merle. Eternally? You can't possibly conceive of the length of eternity, Merle. I have. It's maddening and hopeless, but it's this burden we're all saddeled with from the moment of our creation. it's a finishline that by it's definition will never arrive. It stretches forever and ever- it's too ambivilent to even taunt those trapped behind it. It is the cruel price of existence, Merle, and it is too horrible to bear, once you've seen it. Existence, Merle. LIFE, Merle! It's horrible... to exist. To live is... horrible.
  • Griff: And he, kind of, chuckles and he realizes he got a little carried away there.
  • Merle: I don't think I want to hang out with you anymore, John. I think I'm take off... and you can continue... wallowing in your sadness and your oblivion 'nd seein' nothin' but the negative and I'm gonna go on my way... and I tell you what! If we ever meet each other somewhere in infinity, you can apologize to me and tell me you were wrong.
  • Griff: He chuckles a little bit, and he turns towards you and he says-
  • John: I'm sorry you feel that way. You're the first person who I've, sorta, talked about this to who hasn't listened. There were... everyone listened, Merle. I'm not being hyperbolic. Every person in the world was swayed. I don't know why you're different... but everyone else listened. Everything! Everyone across out whole plane of existence, ou-our shared vexation, with life, covered the world like a blanket, and soon every bird in the sky and every tree and every forest and every blade of grass and grain of sand, shared our fury, and it wasn't long before... It changed us.
  • Griff: And I think as he's talking, Merle, you see this scene outside this constant orange sunset start to turn inky and black, with these colorful ribbons of light you've seen inside the hunger-so many times. And he says-
  • John: We changed our entire plane into something new all together. A single being fueled by discontentment, searching for something bigger than this existence. Regardless of the cost.
  • Griff: He turns towards you and he says-
  • John: You call us the Hunger. That's not entirely inaccurate, cause we are hungry, but it would be more accurate to simply call us dissatisfaction, but soon-
  • Griff: and he holds up his hand, and says-
  • John: You will call us Ascendant.
  • Merle: Well, we'll see. John? Thanks for the chess game and kiss my ass you sanctimonious bastard.
  • Griff: He frowns and says-
  • John: Huh. I feel sad.
  • Griff: And he kills you.

anonymous asked:

Sorry to be rude, but I had to listen to you yapping all week about 'the brokeback mountain' episode and any moron could see it wasn't going to be special at all and it wasn't, so please - can you tune down the conspiracy and admit there's more than a slight chance they'll never make it canon?

Oh hon.

I haven’t even seen the episode yet and I already know they’re acting #married through the whole thing and just as I thought they would. Fair play they’re not fucking about this season!

Perhaps it’s my accurate analysis and speculation that’s been consistently validated that upsets you?

The cast have been making fun jokes about just how married they are, Alex and Misha are tweeting about it, J2 joked about it only last week.

The haters are spitefully blocking and unfollowing so many people and so much Supernatural content they’re gonna end up with literally nothing left. Even Alex’ CAT is a target now (I can’t even) and all the writers are being attacked with hate for consistently writing a story that makes perfect sense, is beautifully crafted and executed but that they JUST DONT WANT.

At what point do they unfollow J2 because they don’t like how THEY keep saying the show isn’t just about the bros anymore? Surely there’s a point where one realises that the glorification of the toxic shit they want is just not the show at all and never WAS. It was always going to be subverted it was framed as bad from the start.

It’s like loving the villain in a movie then sending hate to the writers/cast/crew for making the actual protagonist the hero ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

The show is about so much more than JUST the brothers. It’s about love and morality and found family and so many good things that involve people other than Sam n Dean and Jared n Jensen. That’s HEALTHY.

Jensen literally said this last weekend and Jared said it in an interview released yesterday.

The fact that I’ve not even seen the episode yet and you’re proactively assholing in my inbox about one aspect of the good stuff that you latch onto as being the one thing that’s “ruining the show” without seeing that it’s just a part of the big healthy happy picture is just so sad.