#slightly unhinged

[t0rt1-4ng3l]

ok, you are spamming Gerard Way. Want to infodump about MCR a little?

MCRRRRRRRRR

MY CHEMICAL ROMANCE 2001 NEW JERSEY 9/11 GERARD WAY SAW IT HAPPENED BRAIN HIS SAID ART OR DIE SKYLINES AND TURNSTILES BIRTH OF EVERYTHING BEUTUFUL THAT EXISTS IN THIS WORLD IRVINE WELSH BOOK NAME YES THAT ONE FRANK IERO JOINS PURE FEROCITY LOYALTY TEETH RAY TORO GUITAR HAIR RIFFS DEFYING GRAVITYYYYYY MIKEY WAY SILENT BACKBONE BASS FUCKING HOLDING REALITY TOGETHER BULLETS VAMPIRES BASEMENTS BLOOD LOVE THREE CHEERS MURDER 1000 EVIL MEN FOR LOVE SCREAMING CRYING THROWING UP BLACK PARADE DEATH IS A MARCHING BAND UNIFORMS GRIEF LEGACY TRAUMA QUEEN BOWIE PINK FLOYD ENERGY DANGER DAYS NEON DESERT COMIC BOOK APOCALYPSE KILLJOYS REBELS COLOR AFTER DEATH NOT EMO WHICH MADE THEM MORE EMO SO LIKE BUT EMO BUT ALSO NO ONE ASKED THE BLACK PARADE RETIRED BECAUSE IT WAS KILLING GERARD ACTUALLY KILLING HIM 2013 BREAKUP WORLD FREAKING ENDED 2019 RETURN FROM THE GRAVEEEE GOTH PHOENIX 2022 FOUNDATIONS OF DECAY ROT SURVIVAL AGING REFUSAL TO DIE GERARD WROTE UMBRELLA ACADEMY BECAUSE OF COURSE HE FREAKING DID THIS BAND IS LITERALLY JUST STRIAGHT LORE I HAVE NOT KNOWN PEACE FOR LIKE THREE DAYS I AM NOT NORMAL ABOUT THEM AND I WILL NOT SHUT UP NOWWW

[anything-can-verb]

what if Jason was part demon, and Ra's is like mostly demon cause lazurus pits

what if the all blades worked on demons

what if Jason was a hunter and instead of a sword he just had magic glowy bullets/magazines whatever they're called and Bruce thinks he's killing actual people and he is too, but just mainly demons and he knows Bruce will kick him out if he finds out

the angst would be good

[loveletters2mybeloved]

My sweet, I wanna marry you. I love you so much. I cherish you so much. I want it to be you. I want to spend forever with you. with them. I want us. all of us. but I want to marry you. to be yours the same way she is his.

To spend every night in your bed. To wake up in your arms, on your chest. To touch you as I please. To love you openly in front of your family, instead of quick kisses and short glances. To celebrate us, and our love. To be able to look your mom in the face and tell her I've got you. I'll take care of your heart. To be able to have evenings at your grandparents house cooking fish you've caught, sharing recipes with her.

to be able to meet your niece, take her on adventures and pick bouquets in our garden and braid flowers in her hair.

I love you dearly, I cherish you greatly. I want to be yours, just as much as you are mine. And I want to celebrate us both. I want to make a pact with the Old Ones, to forever protect your happiness, wealth, health and heart. To have the strength to share you, and the kindness to let you go, knowing deep in my bones you'll always come back. To me, to our fur babies, to our home.

[girls-and-guts]

what if i was traumatized outcast girl , addict, with an absent mother and you were a repressed, surly boy with daddy issues and we became the sole providers for a group of girls that tried to eat you once and i cut a ring of your dead dads finger for you, then i asked you to stay, and then your brother got lost and we spent months looking for him in the freezing cold while trying to find food so i made you think he died to save you the pain but then he’s alive but i get picked to be sacrificed by the spirit of the place we are trapped in and you save me even though you’re mad and your brother dies in my place and then you have to eat his heart and we eat him to survive and i become queen of this messed up wild cult and then we promise to live the rest of our lives because that can’t have all been for nothing .

what if.

[wolffellerblog]

Week 18 of Slightly Unhinged Affirmations.

"I am enough. Anyone who disagrees can argue with the void"

[belierdigitalis]

Since piecing together his role in the Absolute's plot, Durge has felt more lost than he can ever recall in his stunted memory. The weight of his existence presses down on him like an iron shackle: not only is he Bhaal’s Chosen—a perfect, purebred instrument of murder—but he’s also the architect of the disaster unraveling around them. He’s caught in a suffocating whirlwind of dread and pride, spiraling into the unknown. What does one do with such truths? Who does one turn to when every shadow seems to hold a reminder of their sins?

Durge knows exactly who he would have turned to—before Orin, that treacherous snake, buried a dagger in his skull. Enver, with his sharp mind, sharper tongue, and that infuriating smile that always promised trouble. The Banite’s absence feels like a void threatening to consume him, even as his presence is everywhere. His face plastered on posters, his name dripping from the lips of the city’s peasants. Hot, supple flesh, seared into Durge’s memory like a brand. Nothing—not even Orin’s childish attempt at fratricide—could erase him.

And now, so close.

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

[dreamersparacosm]

preview for part seven of tpod — dropping tmr! (can we even believe there’s only 3 parts left. im sick.)

“You kick your panties off, flinging them somewhere toward the foot of the bed without a second thought. There’s this self-destructive little ache that lives just beneath your skin, the one that wants to push him until he snaps. That sadistic little part of you that’s already soaking wet from how far you’ve pushed him, and how much further you plan to go.

He asked a question earlier you have to ponder: Is this foreplay? It has to be. Because if it’s not, then what the hell is it? A psychological experiment? An Olympic sport in emotional repression? Some new form of torture designed specifically for overachieving women with control issues and a deeply repressed praise kink?

Either way, it’s working. Your body is humming, your brain has turned into jell-o, and your dignity is already halfway to hell. So yeah. If it’s not foreplay, it’s a very convincing impersonation.

“Hm,” you hum as you settle over his lap again, letting your fingers graze his chest for balance. “One time, this guy had my legs on his shoulders, I nearly had my feet on the wall behind me.””

[sadgirlpsalms]

Me after he consecutively likes not one but two of my selfies and flirty memes