Techno Screaming At Sam That "you Have The Wrong Hostage, Dream Doesn't Care About Ranboo, I Care -!

it doesn't matter how babygirl ur fav man is, he will ALWAYS be ten times sexier as a woman

Guess who's crying

But a part of Jason felt grateful.

As the searing pain started to flood from his chest to every molecule of his body, as his lungs started to fill with blood, as his senses numbed and his vision started to blur, Jason felt grateful.

That it was him. It was him and not Piper. It was him and not Apollo. It was him and not the demigod child he met just a few moments ago, who would have been far too young to suffer this type of fate. It was him, and by word of prophecy, that meant no one else would have to die tonight.

The cries of his friends sounded distant. He spent his remaining energy whispering his last request to Tempest, to take his friends as far away from here as the storm spirit can. He didn’t have the strength to look up and see if they made it out.

And as he lay on the broken floor of the sinking ship, his own warm blood pooling around him, his thoughts wandered to his other friends.

To Reyna, with whom he had shared many wonderful memories, who had been a faithful soldier, a reliable leader, an even greater friend, and one of the strongest heroes he had ever met. Jason was certain her name would end up in history books and tales of legend. He wondered if he had done enough to help her protect New Rome when they were both praetors.

To Nico, whom he deeply regretted ever doubting, who had shown Jason that people could be brave and true to themselves in more ways than one, who had been a friend that Jason needed just as much as Nico needed him, and it pained Jason to the end of the earth that he didn’t let Nico know when he could.

To Thalia, his sister, his family, whom he wanted to so desperately let know that he didn’t want to leave her a second time, yet knew she would understand his decision, but still wished he could have spent more time exchanging stories with, and that he could have hugged tighter and longer the last time they were together.

To Coach Hedge, that wild, old satyr, always charging ahead even when the enemy was stronger. Jason was heartbroken he couldn’t live long enough to watch Hedge’s son grow, but Jason’s certain he would grow to be as selfless and kind as his mother, and as stubborn and brave just like his father. He couldn’t have asked for a better protector.

To Percy and Annabeth, whose leadership, strength, and courage he had always admired, who as heroes he was honored to have fought alongside, and as friends he was honored to have made, and his friends at Camp Halfblood, who had taught him so much, and had given him a second life.

To Hazel, Dakota, Gwen, and his friends at Camp Jupiter, who made that place home for him. He thought about the little moments they shared: the dinners, the training, the midnight chats in the barracks. He felt more at ease knowing New Rome is in good hands with soldiers like them, and his faith in Frank as a leader had never once wavered. And in the back of his mind, he knew Hazel would be praetor one day, grieving for another moment that he would be unable to stick around to witness. He was immensely proud of his fellow soldiers, whose strength, bravery, and unity were marks of true Romans.

To Piper, the girl he wholeheartedly loved, whom he never regretted giving his heart to, because she was beautiful, because she was reckless, because she wore her heart on her sleeve, because she never turned her back on anyone who needed her, because she took her world into her own hands. He embraced her flaws, he loved her little habits, and he understood her enough to understand she wasn’t telling him everything, which was okay, because he also saw something in her that he once felt himself - the desire to understand your own identity, to feel secure with yourself, to have something to hold onto - and she deserved the chance to find it, even if she didn’t find it with him. He still loved her deeply, even after she left.

And to Leo, that crazy, wonderful, brilliant boy, the hero he was proud to have ever called his best friend. It had taken Jason all his power not to blow up a fuse and cut the power off for an entire city the moment he heard the news about his return. It had taken Jason twice that amount to look for him everywhere he could. He wished so painfully to let Leo know that they never once gave up hope of finding him, that even after his death they still wouldn’t have imagined ever leaving him out. He wished so painfully to feel the warmth that was so uniquely Leo’s once more. He would have given anything to hear him crack one of his ridiculous jokes just one last time. But even more so, Jason wishes Leo can find peace after returning to a world where they can never see each other again. “Sticking around is my specialty,” Leo once told him. And Jason didn’t doubt it one bit.

Sorry I couldn’t do the same, buddy.

He accepted his regrets. He accepted his mistakes. Moreover, he accepted his fate.

He prayed Apollo would be successful with his mission. He prayed Meg could live longer than he did. He sent out a silent apology and farewell to all of his friends, still holding the utmost respect for them until the end.

And slowly, he closed his eyes and emptied his mind, laying himself to his final rest.

The time it took for these thoughts to fly by would not be over a minute. After that, Jason Grace would exhale one last time, with the memories of the people close to his heart keeping him company up to his final moments as he lay alone in a collapsing ship.

Dick Grayson and I are the same people but in different universes.

The only difference between us is that if the Joker killed my brother, I would kill him and then just not allow him to get back up again.

Batman revived him? Guess I just have to kill him again. And again. And again.

Idk about him but I'm built different.

Tommy has a wired interview?

my little boy's all grown up

c!Tommy was never a vengeful character. He didn’t try to kill c!Dream to punish him for the pain he went through. Tommy wanted catharsis for his trauma and then a peaceful life afterwards. Even though he didn’t want to kill anyone (he says so to Tubbo in the finale, while theyre planning to attack Dream,) he thought it was the only choice he had.

Tommy didn’t want to kill. He didn’t want revenge. He only committed to it because he was convinced it was the only solution, the only way to find that catharsis and peace. Tommy’s happy ending was never about murder or revenge, but about healing from his trauma. Understanding Dream gave Tommy the catharsis he wanted. For him, it made it make sense. Does that mean he forgave Dream? Probably not, though it’s hard to know since the nuke came so soon after. But when Dream asked if it was too late, when he expressed for the first time a willingness to change, Tommy realized he didn’t have to kill for the catharsis & peace he wanted.

It’s not an ending that’s for everybody, and that’s okay. You don’t have to like the finale, there’s a million other shows and books you will like. But I loved it. To me, there’s no happy ending more powerful than kindness, empathy, and understanding being more powerful than anything else. Even if the loss of the old server & memories after the nukes and the Incident is tragic, to me that only makes the finale bittersweet. I’ll always enjoy a story about compassion over a story about just revenge, especially when it’s so much more fitting to who Tommy is as a character.

Thinking about starting a bitter feud with @omeletteyyy

ATTENTION ALL HOMOPHOBIC PARENTS

This–

–is not going away.

You can try all you want to get rid of it.

You can try to demand the network takedown shows that allow this.

You can try to ban your children from watching those shows.

You can even try to take the TV away and demand your children read a book.

But here’s what you can’t take away.

You’ve told your kids their entire life that this is wrong, perverted, and disgusting. The worst part being that your kid is even like the characters above.

But for a brief moment, they were told the opposite was true.

They were told that there is nothing wrong with who they are or who they like.

They were told that this one thing about them doesn’t change who they are.

They were told that in this dumpster fire of a planet, that they are not alone.

And at that moment, they are happy and at peace.

And you can’t take that away.

Again, you can try, and for a while, it might seem like you succeeded.

But your child will always come back to that moment.

Hell, your child might even make stories of their own, featuring characters that can give the same feeling they felt all those years ago.

And kids who will see those characters will continue to make more themselves.

To make others feel like they are heard in a way they never did before seeing some goofy cartoon aimed at children.

And that’s why this isn’t going away.

No matter how badly you want it to.

reasons I can't read Butterfly Reign :

Reading BR!Tommy feels way too ooc for me and I feel like I'm dying

I'm a clingy duo, allium duo enjoyer and a Crimeboy main, WATCH ME SUFFER

I've already read the remarried empress so I know the plot, and remarried empress is not my favorite webtoon per se.

Will Byers daydreams about dnd..