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me holding a gun to a mushroom: tell me the name of god you fungal piece of shit

mushroom: can you feel your heart burning? can you feel the struggle within? the fear within me is beyond anything your soul can make. you cannot kill me in a way that matters

me cocking the gun, tears streaming down my face: I’M NOT FUCKING SCARED OF YOU

This, added it to so many stories and it's perfect

"Soulmate AU!" okay, but instead of romance it's for family and when you're born you'll either be your parents soul child or they'll be horrified to find the universe deems them not the child's parent or the child's siblings not their siblings. So. Soul Family AU.

"One Bed Trope!" Okay but instead of 💥✨💥✨💥 and all that mess, they're siblings who've never gotten along and it's cold and they're just trying to get home/ they're running away because e they both found it mutually beneficial to run away together even though they despise one another and they end up cuddling and crying because they're so tired and they've been through so much, together but also absent in one another's lives.

"F*do or die" Cuddle or die, same as the top, but you need to be held like-- bone crushing, hold me or the world is gonna fall apart and end and I'll tear apart at the seams-- held.

"Enemies to lovers" Enemies to brothers, must I say more?

Look, I can do this all day, I love taking romance tropes and turning them into family angst and hurt/ comfort.

i think it should be illegal to not have paper menus. and it should be illegal to only accept digital payments and not accept cash

generally making anything accessible only with a phone sould be illegal. like genuinely regulated by the govt and forbidden. IMO

Since we all agree that people of the Alley of Crime adore Red Hood and believe in him, I think it is time to imagine Jason in a scene similar to the one from OG Spiderman, where his identity is accidentally outted in front of crowd of people, and they all are just choose to protect him and help him out.

So maybe Gotham is facing especially nasty trouble, and vigilantes are on the receiving end this time. So maybe Jason is thrown at the dirty Alley in his part of town, wounded, with helmet flying off, and there is just a crowd of people staring as bleeds out, astonished. And Jason thinks, oh, that's the end — he can go and shoot himself, honestly, because he just failed the man rule every vigilante have: never show your face, never reveal your identity.

But people are... helping him? His eyes are half-open, breath laboured and pained, but all he hears is gentle murmuring:

'God, he is just a kid...'

'He must be younger than my son.'

'Poor child...'

He feels soft elderly hand against his cheek as someone from the crowd, an ex nurse, comes closer to bandage his injuries, while a kid, barely with the size of his helmet, brings it back, sticking out their tongue as they try to place it back on his head, to hide his face.

'It is okay,' the old woman reassures him. 'You are safe with us, son. We hadn't seen anything.'

Jason's eyes sting, because, oh.

It is his people. He loves them. He will die for them.

And they love him just as much.

He still waits for someone to out him, though. But the week ends, the villain is out of the picture, and no one says a thing. The only proof that it ever happened is civilians, who keep waving at Jason — not Red Hood, just Jason — when their paths cross somewhere in the shops or streets.

And that's how he knows that it is them; it is them, and they keep him safe as much as he keeps safe them.

I mean canonically he did

reblog this if your icon could kill a man

feeling called out today

credit: _ADWills

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