Scott, I don’t think I can get out of here. I can’t move. Where are you? I don’t know. I don’t know, It’s too dark. I can’t see much and something’s wrong with my leg. It’s stuck on something. And it’s.. I think it’s bleeding.
I’ll make them love me.
– anne carson: red doc>
[id: three pictures of song lan. the first and last ones are close-ups in color, focussing on the eye area, with black backgrounds. the middle one is cropped portrait-style in black and white, with a much lighter background. one, song lan, human, with his eyes closed. two, song lan looking straight ahead, his eyes and most of his nose hidden under a smear of red paint. it’s overlaid with text that says: “to live past the end of your myth is a perilous thing.” three, song lan, now a fierce corpse, with his eyes opened. /end id]
anonymous requested: favourite episode(s) in season two
↳ The Commons, Part 1 || The Commons, Part 2
@agentharrisonofshield : “You’re an idiot” (since I have Loki tending to Vivian in my inbox)
“ Watch it, Harrison, ” he snarls, full of vitriol but only half-heartedly threatening. His anger — the venom that comes with pain and injury — is not for Vivian, after all, but for those who had put the bullets in him that his friend his currently excavating. She just happens to be taking the brunt of it, for lack of a more appropriate target.
Which is why he’s been mostly keeping his mouth shut up to this point, for fear that he will say something too caustic for her to forgive. The few words he’s spoken have been clipped and brief, and with each one his anger and discomfort have grown until he is practically shaking with it. His jaw is clenched so tight his teeth are fit to shatter, and he’s dug his nails so deep into his palms that they’ve become smeared with blood.
“ Chastise me later. When I can think straight. ”
You did this
obligatory 160 art from a Bit ago, kept forgetting to post it -o-
It was supposed to be an easy job. He’d been told it would be simple to get in, find the documents in the top drawer of the desk in the study, and get back out to where Hayate waited. Considering the Hikigawa family was supposed to be away on holiday, the last thing Daisuke expected, creeping through the darkened house, was to see flickering light coming from the partly open door to the study.
@bakedcookies ( ‘ what the fuck happened to you ?? ‘ )
𝐇𝐄'𝐃 𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐈𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐈𝐌. he’d known that charlie would react in such a way ; if only because he too would do the same if the tables were turned , but he’d not done a very good job. maybe charlie knew him more than he realised. he’s sitting beneath the bleachers , paper towel that was once doused in water now held in his hand , colored deep with his own blood.
“ i fell in gym class. “ he says , avoiding charlie’s gaze and bringing that towel back up to his lip , dabbing at the would there. he knows charlie’s not going to buy it but maybe he would at least take the hint and not push it. who was he kidding ?? this was charlie st. george. a sigh passes his lips and finally he glances over. “ your football friends and i don’t see eye to eye. “ it’s nothing new , he’s never been one of the popular kids , but having a mouth on him as well as being smart would often get him into trouble.
he takes a few seconds to pause , shoulder shrugging before he throws the towel away and offers charlie a smile. “ it’s fine. you don’t have to worry , it’s not the first time i’ve gotten into a fight with a jock ; it probably wont be my last. “
@jacee ( ‘ just let me help you ‘ )
𝐀𝐒 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐏𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃 in his leg he finds himself swatting at jace’s hands whenever they reach to help , it’s instinct and fear all wound up into one. he’s already in pain , he doesn’t need somebody coming in and making him feel more of it. “ i’m fine ! , it’ll heal ! “ both know that’s not true if the bleeding isn’t stopped and stiles can see that jace is growing impatient.
a few more attempts are made on jace’s behalf before he’s standing , as if he’s giving up ; which prompts stiles to stare up at him , desperate. “ wait , where are you going ?? you can’t just leave me here ! “ he stares down at his leg , now numb from any pain and he can see the discolouration , any more and he’s either going to die or he’s going to need it amputated ; at least , that’s what his brain tells him.
“ okay fine ! - - - fine , just . . . just be careful , alright. “
no thoughts, head moon
i see lan fan and i just [screams]
STEVE ROGERS + Mortality