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New character obsession just dropped

I love him very much

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I think more people need to play around with Damian's speech. Don't get me wrong, I love the antiquated Victorian child style of speech, but also he's a teenager that swears plenty in the comics. We really need more scenes like:

Damian: Father, I regret to inform you that I have been assigned in-school suspension for the next three days.

Bruce: What, why?!

Damian: My classmate Kevin was disparaging a female classmate for turning him down, so I called him 'a rizz-less, basic-ass neckbeard bitch' and said I was going to fuck his mom and give her a son she'd actually love.

Bruce: *is completely speechless*

Damian: That is all I needed to tell you. If you will excuse me, I have homework to complete before dinner and patrol.

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dadchuck is everything to me

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a pronouns.page site but like, for your kins

a kinlist page, if you please

where you can add a kin, lil photos, the series/movie/book they came from, and a lil description of who they are and why you kin them

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average mcdonalds in the cursed realm

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Out of Touch

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collateral damage

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I binged rise of the pink ladies on my flight back from Spain, and as soon as I got back home to my tablet, I knew I had to make some fanart

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I sometimes feel like a grandpa in this fandom and I hope I’m not the only one-

Like I was 10 when ninjago came out back in 2011-

I feel o l d whenever they say “oh it’s 11 years old now <3”

LIKE?? I SWEAR LEGACY IF THE GREEN NINJA CAME OUT A YEAR AGO 💀

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Some concept stuff for a ninjago au idea I had, mostly about morro.

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A BRIEF EXPLANATION OF ALL THE BUTTONS ON TUMBLR MOBILE FOR MY TWITTER REFUGES :)

i know a lot of fellow former twitter users are a bit confused by this app, so here’s some hopefully helpful tips!

this is what you should see at the bottom of the screen when making a new post

the first button (Aa) lets you change the size of your font into a bigger heading or subheading, or even make your text a cursive or times new roman type font

it also lets you make these bulleted lists! to use it, just tap multiple times until you get the setting you want

tap this button to add links, then just type the site name in the box and hit return. for example: http://heresalink.com

these are where you can add gifs, pictures, and music! for pictures, just tap the icon and select what you want, then you can press and drag to move it around or drag to the trashcan to delete

gifs are very similar to twitter - type in what you want and scroll through the options

GIF by taylorsnationblog

music is also similar. type the song you want and tap on it. podcasts also work!

this button is for polls! tap and add your silly little answers. the duration can be a day or a week

this button lets you make a “cut” in your posts which is basically a “read more” button. got a long post you don’t want cluttering up everyone’s dashes? click here!

lastly, this button lets you set content warnings! specifically this is for “mature content”, but when you click mature you can specify whether its due to drugs/alcohol, violence, or sexual content

this can be helpful to clue people in to potential triggers but PLEASE ALWAYS TAG YOUR SPECIFIC TRIGGERS ANYWAYS.

Other Helpful Tips

“highlight” your text by pressing and selecting like normal to unlock a bunch of cool formatting options including bold, strikethrough, and colors

hitting the three dots next to the post button lets you access a bunch of post settings like queuing posts, scheduling posts, saving drafts, making posts private (PLEASE NOTE: you cannot unprivate posts after, but you can share the link), and choosing who can reblog & who can pay to promote your content

CONGRATS you’re now ready to make better posts like a tumblr pro

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Spider Punk x Latina Spiderwoman y/n

CHAPTER 1: HOME AWAY FROM HOME

warning: slight, not too heavy spoiler for across the spiderverse; not super lovey dovey, just to youngsters in love hanging out with eachother, mostly platonic; lots of talk about food and cooking, just in case your hungry; cliff hanger, kind of, since it was already getting pretty long

a/n: This is my first time writing fanfic, I usually just write short stories. But, I thought this might be a good way to practice with the perk of being to write a bunch of self-insert stuff for myself and others to enjoy. Also, there's a lot of food in this cause I was kinda hungry when I wrote this.

You sat at the edge of your stripped, boho-esque hammock in running shorts and a form-fitting, white wifebeater with your heels off the ground. Your hair was a bit of a mess since you've just woken from a quick nap after work. You sat still, staring at the wall, contemplating what you should do for dinner.

"Maybe takeout... Chinese could be good, maybe some chicken and broccoli. Ugh, It's cheap, but I don't feel like picking anything up. And delivery is expensive... I should probably cook something. I could go for some arroz con salchichas."

Just thinking of all the food you could eat made you drool. You licked your lips as you drifted into lala land. Honestly, you might have never snapped out of it if you never got a knock on your street facing window. It sounded rhythmic, as if the person knocking was doing it to the beat of song. You quickly turn to the direction of the noise, startled out of your little food world, and see a familiar face in the window. It was Spiderman, but not the one from your universe.

You would know that, the reason being that you were the one and only Spiderman, or more correctly, Spiderperson in your world. You get up slowly, letting out a large sigh and stretching out your back.

"Ay, coño, I really need to get back into working out..."

The knocking becomes more frequent and eratic, as he grew more impatient. You could here his muffled yelling through the glass.

"Oi, hurry up slowcoach, I ain't got all day."

"Jeez dude, I'm going, I'm going!"

You jog across your apartment and reach the window after a few seconds. He was squating down on the fire escape, and you could clearly see his disgruntled face, even with his mask on. You snap the hooks on top of the window and raise it before pushing out the window screen onto his lap.

"Took you long enough mate."

"Well, I wasn't expecting a suprise visit from you, Brown. What're you doin' here?"

"Saw you weren't at 2099 today, thought I'd check up on ya, love."

Hobie's expression quickly changed from an annoyed pout to a cheeky smile as he spoke.

"Well, are you comin' in or not? I'm kinda busy right now." You turn and step to the side of the window leaning on the wall.

Bee starts climbing through, pushing off the top panel with his right hand and stepping in with his left foot. "I don't know, from the looks of it, you didn't seem too busy to me. Unless you consider daydreamin' important." His lanky body struggles to get through your window, and you offer him a hand and pull him through. He lands on his knees and quickly gets up while dusting off his pants.

"Sooo, why are you here again?" You ask, leaning back against the wall, with a quizzical expression.

"Like I said, I noticed your absence during our missions and at HQ today, so I thought I'd swing by and check on you."

You turn your head, looking at your small kitchen, set up right next to the doorway of your apartment. "Had to cover for my coworker at PathMart. She caught the flu or somethin'." You take a quick second to calculate what to say next.

"Hey Hobie."

"Yeah, l/n?"

You stand back up and look at him again. "Since you're here, I was about to make dinner. You wanna to stay and eat?"

"That sounds quite lovely actually, yes." He bounces over to you and throws his arm around your shoulder, taking off his mask with his other hand. "I heard Gwen and Pav say you're somewhat of a cook, but with your track record, I'd have to see it to adam and eve it."

"Please, I've spent years cooking for my little sisters and brothers, and they all loved my food. Plus, you're british, you shouldn't be that hard to impress." A wide smirk grows on to your face as you cross your arms and fix your posture.

He removes his hand from your shoulder and sets it on his hip. "Hey, what's that supposed to mean?"

"Don't think about it too much, make yourself at home, love." You put emphasis on that last word, mocking his heavy cockney accent.

You walk towards the kitchen and start grabbing all your tools and ingredients. A cutting board from behind the faucet, a chef's knife from the sink, some cans of sausage hidden in the cabinet above, a bag of rice tucked between a short wall and the fridge, and some spices from the drawer.

Spiderpunk gravitates toward the hammock you were laying on earlier and bends down to rummage through the mess underneath.

"Sweet, I didn't know you had a casette player. Where do you keep your tapes, babes?"

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Sorry about the abrupt ending, I like to write these in one go, and I'm doing this at 2 a.m., and I'm wiped. Hope you enjoyed the read!

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