wall of gross

Random headcanon

For Harley, the one positive thing about being sick is getting extra attention from Joker. This includes:

• more cuddles/kisses

• being persuaded with candy to take the gross cough medicine she doesn’t like

• getting to sleep whenever she wants

• and being delivered large bowls of ice cream at 3am.

the jojo parts i haven't read yet
  • stone ocean: lesbians try to stop gay priest, Dio's back in action, ??? some universe shit goes down
  • steel ball run: cowboy race???? dinosaurs???? gyro zeppeli pizza mozzarella????? jonathan joestar is now a paraplegic? and a blonde?????
  • jojolion: what the fuck is going on, fusion, eyes?? on the walls? gross???, heterosexuality? in MY jojo? more likely than u think, four balls?? some guy has a shitty cut


Truth is within ourselves; it takes no rise From outward things, whate'er you may believe. There is an inmost centre in us all, Where truth abides in fulness; and around, Wall upon wall, the gross flesh hems it in, This perfect, clear perception - which is truth. A baffling and perverting carnal mesh Binds it, and makes all error: and to KNOW Rather consists in opening out a way Whence the imprisoned splendour may escape, Than in effecting entry for a light Supposed to be without.
—  Robert Browning-from ‘Paracelsus’
Unsuspected Hero

Summary: Halloween | I’m like 85% sure my neighbour is a werewolf

Word Count: 1606

Member: Jimin


It was the last time you would put up with scratching at your wall, accompanied with gross moaning. Your neighbour having sex was no problem to you, you knew he was attractive and it was none of your business whether or not he was sexually active or not, but at least once a month he would have incredibly loud sex and keep you awake for most of the night. It wasn’t okay and it wasn’t fair. So, when you woke up the next morning, you quickly got ready before marching towards his door.

You lifted your hand and knocked, trying to stay polite. You knew that you would be fueled with anger and adrenaline until he opened the door and you would meekly whisper out an apology and some excuse before escaping. But you’d lost too many sleepless nights and you weren’t going to let it continue. The door opened and without even looking up at him, you started off.

“Excuse me, hi,” you started, eyes trained on the floor. “I’m your neighbour to your left and okay so we’re kind of in an apartment and what you get up to during the night is absolutely none of my business but you tend to be very loud some times and I’m not sure what it is but could you please keep it down?”

You felt your cheeks slowly get redder as the silence dragged on and you eventually lifted your head up to look at what was taking him so long to reply. When your eyes met his face, you let out a loud gasp and your hands flew to cover your mouth. What you had expected was messy hair and a tired look, but accompanying that were soft bruises covering his hands, arms, and face, as well as small scratches scattered everywhere. He was leaning heavily on the door frame and was blinking hard to keep his eyes open. “I’m so sorry,” he whispered. “I didn’t know I was so loud.”

“Are- Are you okay?” you whispered back, your hand automatically going to reach out and touch his face but pausing and falling back, awkwardly. You couldn’t just touch a stranger.

He managed a meek smile in your direction. “I’m alright,” he chuckled quietly. “Wild night.”

“I can tell,” you sighed. “Do you need any help?” He began to protest softly, but you cut him off right away. “You can barely hold yourself up right now and you’re covered and bruises and scratches. You must be extremely sore.”

“Just a little bit,” he said quietly, fidgeting with his top. “But it’s alright, I don’t want to be any kind of bother to you.”

“Oh, don’t worry,” you soothed. “I had no plans for today. Here, leave your door unlocked and go sit down. I’ll run back to my place and make some soup and come back over with it, okay?”

You left before he could protest, so he just hummed, a rough sound with how his throat was, and shut his door, moving back into the living area. When you got back to your apartment, your thoughts ran wild. This was not what you had been expecting to do with your day, but you had also assumed that your neighbour was just having very loud sex. Now, however, you weren’t so sure. He seemingly had just woken up and there was no one else in his apartment from what you could see. Plus, the bruises and scratches on his body weren’t really those you’d find from any form of intercourse.

The more you thought about it, the weirder things seemed to get. Once a month he would scratch and moan and at first you had assumed it was dirty but now… You weren’t so sure. If this was how he ended up after one of those nights, it seemed to be slightly different. You grabbed your phone and went to check when the full moon was, but as you pulled up Google you paused and scoffed at yourself.

“Werewolves aren’t real, Y/N,” you whispered to yourself. 

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*annoyed person voice* Is there anyone from this show you don’t want to cosplay
*Me voice* No
I kinda wanna cosplay Lorna so I tried out a makeup test to see how it might turn out… Also bonus Modern design by mmabelpines

Edit: They/them pronouns, please!