Imagine loving a guy so much you almost kill yourself to find his baby boy in a tsunami, you claw at the earth when you think you've lost him forever, you crawl under a fire truck to drag his bleeding body to safety with an actual sniper shooting your way, you accept the fact he put you down as his boy's legal guardian in case he dies with barely a protest, you agonise when he quits being your job partner, you take said son to the zoo all the time, you get jealous like a dog pissing on a tree when he has a new friend, you're there when he begs you to fix something you can't fix and you can only hold on to his shoulder to try and shoot the pain, you go to him the second some ugly man dumps you, you throw a hissy fit about him leaving to Texas and sabotage his house showing, and then, you cave. You cave and you give up your housing situation to help him, you move into his house and you let him go. You let him go because you love him that much.
And he looks at you like you set his world on fire and built it back anew, and you hope he looks through the rearview as he drives away, hoping he'll miss you half as much as you'll miss him.
He will. You were struck by the same lightning, you'll forever share a heartbeat.
it's so funny to me how wilson tries again and again to choose his girlfriends over house and EVERY SINGLE TIME he ends up going right back to him. "house can't live without wilson" is true but so is the reverse: they're each the center of the other's universe.
“Average doctor commits 10 crimes a year” factoid actually just a statistical error. Average doctor commits 0 crimes per year. Crimes Gregory, who hates his supervisors and commits 27 crimes each shift, is an outlier adn should not have been counted.
How can you not be in love with this woman?? Katie McGrath is an absolute goddess.
He's such a mood
One of my favourite things about 911 is how they just let Buck always be casually suicidal. Mr. It Would Have Been Better If I Were Shot, I'm going to give someone my oxygen mask, run into a burning building, and put everybody else above myself. And the firehouse just lets that happen.
Give me demon twins with a complicated relationship. no more Damian and Danny who have a semi-healthy relationship.
Give me younger brother Danny who is overshadowed by Damian.
Give me a Danny who doesn't know Bruce Wayne is his father because he could never meet his mother's expectations.
Give me Damian who refuses to tell him because Danny needs to earn it.
Give me a Damian who sees Danny as weak because he's more in tune with his emotions, and who absolutely hates him for it.
Give me a Damian who when tasked by grandfather to prune the weak branches of the bloodline he does so with no hesitation.
Give me a Danny who fucking fears Damian and knows that Damian will kill him on the orders of Ras.
Give me a Danny who doesn't fight back because he knows that he can never beat Damian, who accepts his fate.
Give me a Danny who's happy that it was Damian his older brother who gets to kill him.
Give me a Danny who tells Damian that "it had to be you."
Give me demon twins with a complicated relationship that even after Danny was put in the Lazarus pits and sent to bumbfuck Illinois and Damian was sent to his father. Danny still fears Damian, and Damian while no longer hating Danny for his preserved weakness resents him for not fighting back and just letting him kill him.
Give me a Danny who's relationship with Damian colors, or at least tint the relationship he has with Jazz.
Give me a Danny who does have a personality of his own and just does what is expected from him because he doesn't want the Fentons to throw him away as the Al Ghuls did.
Give me a Damian who realized that Danny was all the goodness in his family, that would have fit in better with father's side of the family better than him because Danny was the better person.
Give me a Damian who ends up idolizing the memory of Danny and who he could have been.
Give me demon twins with a complicated relationship that when they reunite, Danny freaks the fuck out and Damian just freezes.
Give me demon twins with a complicated relationship.
Ridiculous Dead Serious idea:
Danny is in some kinda competition that Damian is also in, and they’ve been sniping at each other back and forth throughout the whole thing.
Until one day Danny goes, “You want me so bad it makes you look stupid!”
And Damian stops. Considers. Interrogates himself and his motivations like a good detective. Has a facial journey as he goes through the five stages of grief.
Danny was expecting a snide comeback and now he is legitimately worried he’s somehow triggered the snooty rich kid. Trying to decide if he wants to apologize or awkwardly make his way out of the room to give him time to recover.
Damian sorta hates himself because… yeah, yeah he does. He is attracted to the bratty little fucker and has been… pulling pigtails? Antagonizing to remain in his thoughts and field of vision, to watch his face get red and his breath quicken, to make him lean aggressively into his space and growl at him???
Damian is horrified. How did he misjudge himself so badly? Is this how mother felt when she discovered that Father was a complete mess and only fell more in love?
“Uh, dude? Are you… okay?” Danny reaches hesitantly towards him but doesn’t quite touch.
“No,” Damian says, schooling his face into a bland mask. “In fact, I may need you to support me.”
Panic flits across his companion’s face. He rushes to his aid, ducking against his side. His arm wraps around Damian’s back and a hand settles on his waist. Too gullible.
Damian mourns his own good sense.
When you step into sunlight, you honor Apollo. When you admire the moon, you honor Artemis. When you admire cloud shapes, you honor Hera. When you smell petrichor, you honor Zeus. When you laugh at a joke, you honor Hermes. When your body twitches to dance at a particularly upbeat music, you honor Dinoysus. When you enjoy the first bite of your breakfast, you honor Demeter. When you choose your peace over any conflict, you honor Athena. When you warm yourself up by sheltering yourself in blanket, you honor Hestia. When you listen to Ocean sounds, you honor Poseidon. When you smell flowers, you honor Persephone. When you admire the coolness of first day of Autumn, you honor Hades. When you wear your favourite jewellery, you honor Hephaestus. When you smile, you honor Aphrodite. When you exercise, you honor Ares. When you light a torch in a dark room, you honor Hekate.
Your body is a shrine to Gods, your being an act of devotion for them. You, by yourself, are enough for them.
Tom Holland Spidey stuff should not be in the Spider-Man - All Media Types section, almost nothing in that version is applicable to other Spideys, you are misusing that tag on ao3 and I’m going to rend your flesh from bone with my teeth