#[ &. marveliing ]

[ohheyitsgray]

you guys aren’t gonna believe what came in the mail last week

[confusedhummingbird]

"To me, Dick is the one hero who simply decided being a fighter for justice was the right thing to do. The murder of Dick's parents was solved almost immediately so there was never a feeling he needed revenge. Even back when he was created he was someone who made bad jokes and seemed to have fun doing what he did. He wasn't the sole survivor of a doomed planet. He didn't feel responsible for the death of his parents. He wasn't appointed an intergalactic cop. When Batman put his parent's killer behind bars he saw that stopping crime was something worth believing in. Dick is the only one I know who is like that. And he does it without having been given any special powers. To me Dick is the best kind of character there can be; he's dedicated to his cause for all the right reasons. Plus he's human, so Dick has to work hard to be good. Unlike Superman he has no natural powers. Shoot him and he will be hurt. That makes the story more interesting."

-Marv Wolfman

Dick Grayson, Boy Wonder : Scholars and Creators on 75 Years of Robin, Nightwing and Batman.

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Hey.

[lycazart]

what is this, wash and wear???

[chaseisglitched]

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[todayontumblr]

uh oh

[thesulkycroissant]

I've been really enjoying the New Teen Titans series, and one of my favorite things about it is that whenever one of the Titans is mad at Dick, they call him "Batboy".

[panxramic]

People bringing up Chayanne is a glass child like yeah this has been a huge thing and was one of the culminating points of the fight that happened with Chayanne and Tallulah last year. I love this family sm and I love the way q!Phil is portrayed as a flawed parent

I don’t think a lot of people realize that q!Phil is absolutely incapable of reading emotions specifically Chayanne’s. Especially when Chayanne hides them to act tougher and fine. It’s a double edge sword and it’s nothing that can be fixed if it’s not said to his face.

ex: when Chayanne said that he hated fighting q!Phil he IMMEDIATELY broke into “I’m so sorry” and apologized over and over again you can tell he felt HORRIBLE. He cracked the moment Chayanne started opening up about what he really felt.

q!Phil sucks ass at noticing when his kid feels a certain way and it’s something he KNOWS. It’s why they said they would open up to each other more because q!Phil just /cant/ read his kids minds. And Chayanne is trying his best to slowly let out his emotions and that’s GOOD.

It’s FINE. He doesn’t need to bleed right then and there. It will take time for him to process what happened and it will take time for him to open up and q!Phil will be there ready when he can.

And I know it fucking sucks to see it happen but I for one think it needs to happen.

q!Phil and Chayanne’s relationship is very unique and specific. They believe in each others abilities and trust each other to take care of themselves. Chayanne has always seen his dad as untouchable so imagine how he feels knowing that he’s not invincible?

Chayanne is a mirror image of q!Phil both in all the good and the bad. Things aren’t black and white as most people make it out to be and no q!Phil is not a horrible parent, he’s not a bad guy and no Chayanne does not think less of his father.

Having q!Phil in Chayanne’s life has been so important to his development and it’s been good. He just needs the balance that q!Missa brings. Because in all the flaws that q!Missa has q!Phil is there to pick him up and vice versa.

The death family is the most flawed, troubled, loved, imperfectly perfect family and it’s why I love them so deeply. Because through all the pain and flaws they prefer to go through it together. They love one another and support each other unconditionally.

[machneherald]

RABBIT IN A SNOWSTORM Daredevil (2015-2018)

[mightbebobbie]

when the god you're connected with (by accident, thanks dad!) is a feral, cannibalistic mockery of humanity, who then tries to seduce u into eating people and it's kind of nice, isn't it? go on marv, eat your friends :)

[yugsly]

Here's a close up of some of those Smile For Me character cards, too!

[benbamboozled]

Kind of makes me nutso that nobody ever acknowledges Jason Todd’s history of “survived on his own for years on the streets of Gotham as a homeless orphan child” as potentially involving skills that could be useful when it comes to Crime Fighting™️.

[deebrisbyfish]

What's THIS!? An EXTRA strip!? An obviously timely parody of Frank Miller's Sin City? An new artist homage!? A SATURDAY strip!? A COLOR PANEL!? What magical holiday warrants all of this extra goodness and laughs? Why, the end of Daylight Savings Time tomorrow, of course. I REALLY hate waking up in what feels like the middle of the night in order to get ready for work, and the hi-contrast, black-and-white style of Miller's grimdark oeuvre seemed like the perfect match! As for the final panel being in color, no, it's not the start of anything regular. It's just that the visual contrast wasn't as strong with it in my usual black-and-white style!

That all said, I hope you enjoy this special bit of fun!

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I fucking miss him so much.

[lycazart]

Father to Son 🎶

[bimboyaoi]

☆ Lookin' at you got me thinkin' nonsense ☆

☆ Popstar!OFC x Bodyguard! Billy Butcher ☆

This is a continuation of the last little scenario of that last post! Hope you guys enjoy it ;3

18+ MDNI

Billy softly knocked on your door, not wanting to wake anyone in the rooms nearby and have someone find out he's visiting you at such hours of the night.

You eagerly opened the door with a grin, wearing a short baby pink nightgown, the material was almost sheer. Billy tried to no let his gaze wonder to your exposed body, keeping his eyes on your face and your pretty smile.

You take his hand, your hand so much softer and smaller than his, and pull him inside. "I'm so happy you actually came!" You say, trying to keep your voice down as you sit down on the bed as he stands in front of you.

He smiles and places a hand on your cheek, soflty caressing it. "You know I can't resist you, princess." He says and uses his other hand to place a strand of your hair behind your ear. "What's keeping you up, luv?"

You hum as you lean into his touch, cheeks warming up at his attention and words. "I dunno..." You lie, not knowing how to tell him the reason you're actually up this late is because you can't stop your mind from fantasizing about him and his touch in the most inappropriate ways.

He chuckles and raises your head so you'll properly look at him. "Yeah you do." He says with a smirk and moves his thumb to soflty tug on bottom lip. "Why don't you tell your dear old Billy the truth, dear?" He says, but it's more of a demand than a question.

'Your Billy'. Your cheeks flush even harder at that. The thought of him being yours, of you being his, brought fire to your insides. "I... couldn't stop thinking..." You mutter, looking at him with big eyes.

"Yeah? About what, princess?" He says and steps closer to you, making you have to crank your neck even more to look at him and his smirking face, almost as if he already knew.

You gulp and flutter your eyelashes, trying to find the courage to say and he chuckles. Seeing the overly excited and confident girl he knows being turned into putty in his hands.

"You..." Your voice comes out barely above a whisper, embarrassment clouding your senses. You knew he felt the same, you both knew, but there was something so embarrassing of admitting it to him like this.

"Me? Oh I'm flattered, sweetheart." He says in an almost condescending tone. "Just that? You couldn't just be thinking about my existence, I'm sure."

You giggle shyly at that and nod no. "Was thinking about your mouth... and your hands... How they'd feel against me... And your..." You stop, not wanting to say, but he got the message, making him smirk and chuckle again.

"That's why you're up, princess? Had so many naughty thoughts about me, that you got too horny to sleep?" He says and squats down to look you at eye level, like you'd do to a child. "That's why you called me, begging me to come? Hoping I'd touch you in that tiny nightgown of yours?"

Your cheeks heat up even more and you bite your lips as you nod, feeling embarrassed and aroused. He took your hand of your cheek and stood up, looking down at you with an almost evil like smirk.

"But if I remember correctly, my little girl told me over the phone we wouldn't do anything naughty. Remember that, princess?" Your eyes widen at his words and you grip your pants, trying to bring him closer again, to busy trying to get him to fuck you to notice he called you his.

"What? No! Come on, Billy! Please! Just this once! I promise." You whine and try to pull him, but his strong build makes him stay steady in place.

He crosses his arms and chuckles. "I dunno, princess. I don't really think that's true. I think if I fuck you right now, you'll ask- no. Beg for it every night." He eyes your desperate expression and almost caves in, but he knows that he shouldn't, that he can't.

You whine again, pouting your lips softly, trying to think of anything to convince him to help you out.

An idea strikes your mind and you kneel down on the bed, looking at him with a pleading expression. "Just lend me your hand then! You won't have to do anything! I'll move it! It's just so much bigger than mine!" You mewl and bring your hands together as you beg.

His smug expression falls and he raises his brows, looking at you shocked. He suppose it could be breach to what you said. At first he just stared at you, then slowly moved to sit beside you and placed his hand on your lap.

"Just this once. We won't do this again, sweetie. You know very well we can't." You smile wide at his words and immediately shift your position, trying to find the best way to do this.

"Okay." You take a deep breath with a smile. "Sit behind me." You say and part your legs, still kneeling. He crawls behind you and gives you his hand again.

You take his hand and guide it to your core, using your hand to push your soaked underwear to the side. You gently grab one of his fingers and slowly push it inside yourself, moaning softly.

It was so much bigger and thicker than yours, making it so much better. You start to grind your hips on it, wishing he would actually move his hands, but taking what you could get, moaning and panting.

It doesn't take long for you to want more, so you guide another one of his fingers inside, the movement making the palm of his hand bump against your clit and you mewl.

You're too busy fucking yourself on his fingers to notice the turmoil on Billy's face behind you. There's absolutely nothing that he wants more right now than to take control of the situation, to finger you until you're nothing but a squirming mess in his arms. But he keeps to his words, torturing both of you.

You throw you head back as you moan, pressing his hand deeper, reaching a spot you never felt before, bringing tears to your eyes. Your walls start clamping around his fingers and you come, soaking his hand and the bed.

You pant, leaning on his and he presses a kiss to your temple. "There we go, princess." He murmurs against you and takes his fingers off you, making you whimper. "Think you can sleep now, sweetheart?"

You nod slowly, body still in that daze and he chuckles, moving to put you under the covers.

"Sleep tight, love." He mutters and presses a kiss to your forehead. You flutter your eyes closed and smile, but what you don't see is him walking out with the two fingers that were inside you in his mouth.