#some things change

[emilialikescars]

me watching the rudest girl in high school invite me to dinner because "she's in town!!" (she never left) and ask me to "hold on a sec" in the middle of it because she had to chat with her c.ai bot

[christiancageadvocate]

“We doin it?!” - Sami Zayn

Jimmy Uso 🤜🏽🤛🏽 Sami Zayn.

[fisheito]

one thing i like about sorc trials is that berserker yakumo is always stage 5. So i get to beat him up every cycle , guaranteed, and i think that's beautiful

[greytoiletpaper]

Out on Allen Street, it’s 7 in the Morning

Set in the Street Siblings au by @a-sketchy-character | @streetsiblings. And um, so this chapter was actually already done and finished like literally 2 years ago but I completely forgot how to use tumblr and that was really fkn embarassing but hey it's here now XDDD

Drizzle | Deluge | Squall | Susurration | AO3

Chapter 5: Petrichor

And just like that, all the fight leaves him. Oceans lie between the two of them, and a steady downpour seems to make it larger. He can see her, just beyond the horizon. But the water is deep, and the tide strong. But Jason has crossed life and death to be here in this moment.

For the first time in four years, Jason is face to face with his sister again. There isn’t 6 feet worth of dirt choking his view. There isn’t an underground bunker, or an ocean and walls of black text separating them.

Jason’s found her (or she’s found him), and he can only stop and stare.

“Run!” Jason’s voice fills the alley and Cass takes off out its mouth, the sack bouncing over her shoulder. For a moment, her footsteps are the only ones she hears as she escapes and a tiny voice at the back of her mind worries that she made a mistake leaving him alone.

That is, until her brother in all but name catches up to her, his voice like little twinkles as he laughs and looks at her like she’s the only thing he needs.

Her foot makes an aborted movement – a flinch borne out of pure instinct. Her mind is racing a mile a minute and her body barely responds as it wades through an ocean’s swell. The world is spinning, and her eyes open and close at a glacial pace. A thousand voices prick every nook and cranny of her mind. It’s like she’s drowning,

This can’t be real. He can’t be here. He ran away and never came back.

They have to work quickly, unscrewing each bolt from the hubcaps takes work and they’re already running out of time. The tire iron spins round and round as Jason does his work while his sister has her eyes on their surroundings.

Even though this is the routine they’d done hundreds of times before, this time it’s the Batmobile and everyone in Crime Alley knows that Batman almost never comes this way. So making this score is a once in a lifetime opportunity.

“Almost done – we still clear?” Jason asks as the third tire is undone, twitching the iron nervously in his hands.

“No,” Cass says, and he whips his head round to see the imposing figure of the Dark Knight staring the both of them down. He’s instantly baring his teeth and readying the fighting stance Cass had taught him, planting himself between Batman and his sister.

“Fuck off, you big boob,” Jason aims for the crotch.

He isn’t paranoid, or angry, or even vengeful. No, for the first time in years; Jason Todd is well and truly afraid.

Afraid that if he moves, twitches even, then this – this apparition will fade, swept far and away by the billowing sea. This image that looks just like his sister, even as he imagined she would be by now. Longer hair, a tad taller, even sharper features. This person might as well be his sister, but there’s a quality he’s looking for, one that he has to find for it all to be real. Or otherwise just another piece of this night has in store for him.

There are some (all) nights, where she comes home -

For as long as he can remember, Jason has -

He is still – stock still – even as she collides into him, but she doesn’t care.

He’s bigger now and he has a ridiculous-looking skunk streak, but his body language reads Jay and Jay only. There is no mistaking him, no one in the world that can move the same way he does.

For as long as he had been gone her brother, her Jay, her Jason, had been the piece of Cassandra she thought long gone and now he’s here.

So, she ignores the world around them, letting Gotham’s tears run past her smile with her own as Jason finally wraps his arm round her the way that only felt right when Jay did it and never let’s go.

Not even when she feels something prick her neck and her world quickly becomes hazy.

“I’m sorry, Cass,” He murmurs, and the joy from hearing that voice – older for sure, but the feel of his timbre underneath and he still has that lilt the Gotham accent lets through and it’s driving her sensory input to its limits. It’s absolute hell on her body but the fact that pain means it’s real – it means that he’s actually here.

“It’s okay,” She croaks into his chest, arms held steadfast. “I mi-.”

The wind gets knocked clean out of her as an orange blur slams into their side. Slade, back with a vengeance, keeps up his momentum enough as he catches both her and Jason off guard to shove them all out the window into a free fall.

For those crucial seconds, Jason’s too stunned to react. After so long, so very long, he finally had his sister in his arms. His second half, his better half, was right by him and all the hells in his mind had finally dulled to a low murmur. So when Slade defenestrates the two of them he’s still a little slow on the uptake and only jolts back into awareness when his grapple line goes taut from being fired on instinct. He looks down, and Cass is still right there with him, her own grapple out to keep them steady. For the first time in a long time, his breaths are free as they nod and take the plunge to ground level, ready to take on Deathstroke.

He's trained with the man, and it’s on a good day he can make him break a sweat. But Jason’s not alone this time, and not only that but he’s with his sister now. Their melee is brutal in its precision – the siblings weaving in and around each other as they match the mercenary blow for blow. Occasional one oversteps, but the other already compensates the difference as their defence and offense slowly but surely overwhelm Slade.

With a final repelling strike, the assassin disengages, smoke bombs thrown in his wake until no trace of him remains. Jason stares at the now empty space, the adrenaline rushing out of his body as he pants and heaves. The edges of his vision start to blur as his legs threaten to tumble and -.

Cass reaches her arms reach up to catch his stumble, but he’s not just bigger but heavier too and soon his weight topples them both over. From the ground view, she has a perfect view of a snowflake twist and twirl before cleanly settling on her nose. She sneezes at the same time Jason lets out a groan. She pokes his side, just for fun – and he pokes back. It smarts her sides but the sensation of his very real fingers illicit a snort, which turns into a giggle and eventually a full laugh. The best part is that Jason laughs right with her, his hand linked in hers as they watch the snow dappled bats descend upon them.

Cassandra huddles closer to him, keeping the white flakes away from her shivering body. Unexpectedly, Jason doesn’t even mention it, only drawing the tarp he’s found to shelter her better. It leaves his feet exposed, but he does this often and never complains, so she doesn’t either. Silence – the only thing she has had for so long – settles like warm arms over the both of them.

“This sucks,” He says, to nobody, but he doesn’t mean it. Not entirely.

Cassandra nods, but her eyes are entranced, watching Gotham’s tears as they dance round and round to the ground.

Like delicate fairies, they melt on her skin, blooming prints forming from the crimson on her hands. She buries her head in his shoulder, burgundy from being sluiced off his head too. When she breathes, long and deep, he smells like petrichor.

What on Earth-Two??

More smol Gotham babies to feed the soul 🖤

And that's a wrap! I started working on this fic at a very turbulent part of my life and it's still like that. I have a whole bunch of plans that I sporadically work on that I'm still not completely confident in. But! It has been a treat to work on this and I'd like to extend my thanks to you all as well as. :)

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[vox-ler-tek]

Can we have a tickle fight! I know I am gonna win!! *Grinned the random sinner* plus you're probably too ticklish to defeat me!

Wh- HEY! *He stood from his chair, his screen glowing bright blue from the accusation* No way, I'm gonna win! You're on!

[tagosh1]

a yes, hyperfixations, we share any?

based on an old twitter trend, and redesigned this old draw (2022)

[nickywires]

i kind of miss the random text posts on here u know...and felt like i owed some kind of life update at the end of 2024 to any people left on here lol even though to me it feels like nothing ever changes!

i'm 32 now. OLDDDDD

still doing librarian life, i work in an amazing library, great colleagues, it truly is a dream place etc but there is absolutely zero current possibility of promotion and i have massively outgrown my role and need something more senior and more challenging. i feel like an animal gnawing the bars of my enclosure, but i dont want to leave. so thats my probably my Biggest dilemma right now

live in london, everything's expensive and worse than it used to be and ive only lived there for 7 years

people i considered friends have just randomly...stopped acknowledging my existence and i have no idea why...we never fell out...this must be life in your 30s!

still don't own a property (would like to) or have a cat (would like to) and no idea when i will, if ever, which is depressing BUT very grateful for my living situ. no smelly man child in my space!

zero love life as ever, have accepted i'll never have a partner now and am just making sure life is ok regardless but it has been and still is a grieving process really. my dislike for men grows everyday lol

except my kpop men, they keep me going

i spend lots of my online time now on my twitter account for kpop purposes. a whole new world, truly. but i have met some great real life friends through kpop like i'd seriously have like 2 friends in london if not for them

living the carefree single no kids lifestyle is p good to be honest, it allows me to plan my next trips to japan and korea hehe

but overall not sure how i feel about my 30s so far, i feel very melancholy and more aware of mortality and time passing and i am not getting any more attractive and confident like people say you do lol

life is just one big i don't know!

anyway hope you all have a merry new year xoxo

[lou-always-lou]

And pickles out of his mac 😅