#✿ over beers

[catgrandpa]

No more Tim flinching away from him and Jason brooding about Tim being scared of him. It should be like this:

Jason: has a flash of panic/rage after seeing Tim do something particularly triggering in the Robin suit and lashes out a little

Tim: flinches back hard and falls into a defensive stance

Jason:

Tim:

Jason: lmao dude did u think I was gonna kill u or smth? weak shit

Tim: kinda, but at least I can drive down the road without being triggered by a stop light. embarrassing.

[drewcent]

Oops I always forget how bloated my belly gets when I chug coke on top of a pizza stuffing.. someone come rub all the burps out 😮‍💨

More on of 🫃🏻

[cj-the-random-artist]

Let us dance into the night as the fire rages on....

Gonna add a greyscale version, the sketch this was based on under the cut, but all I really have to say about this is that this is the first time in a long time. Maybe even years. That I've sketched up a simple doodle and had it grab me by the soul and rip and illustration out of me. This is also the first illustration in a long time where I enjoyed the whole process. I also tried different techniques and stuff here and I'm in love with how this turned out actually

But yeah greyscale version and sketch this was based on under the cut

I was gonna add some rambles down here about the way I think about Narinder and the Lamb's dynamic and the stuff going on in the background and other things but after spending like an hour and a half writing and rewriting this caption. Uh. Nevermind lol

Enjoy the chaos that is this drawing and, if you're reading this, may something good happen for you today

[imperfectcourt]

Today I'm gonna spend my free moments thinking of Allison going pro and also creating her own fashion label and flicking her pony tail over her shoulder when people ask her how she does it all very "what, like it's hard?" But Then she also goes over to the other foxes houses whenever she's in the area and she eats an entire pizza on her own and splits a pack of beer with them and falls dead asleep on the couch in the ugliest way possible bc yea that's a lot of work and there's no place to unwind like home (with a fox)

[mooneln0ne]

luffy posting

[satsuha]

🎉 happy anniversary 🐙Ⅱ!! 🍻

can't believe it's been a year already!! i love this game to bits

[comfymoth]

silly guys stumbling home after a concert ^-^ i just really wanted to draw them in going out clothes

[circusclowne]

clash to be queer

[chteretree]

WIP!

Let’s see where this goes >:)

[runraerun]

The softest Harringrove brain worm that’s ever invaded my head where Billy is the sole guardian of his little step-sister Max. (very little, like 6 years old little. And Billy is 25ish, so it’s a big enough age gap where everyone naturally assumes he’s just a single dad.) And Steve is the host of a dorky yet successful kids tv show called Mr H’s Treehouse (think Mr. Rogers) that Max is OBSESSED with.

She makes Billy watch it with her every single evening, like clockwork. Now, Billy would never admit this, not even with a fucking gun to his head—but he kind of starts to look forward to watching it with her. But it isn’t his fault! The host is, pardon his French, fucking hot as shit.

So every night he gets home from work, drops whatever take-out garbage he got for them onto their TV dinner trays, and parks himself in front of the idiot box while Mr. H from Mr. H’s Treehouse comes on and teaches him and Max about the power of friendship and sharing and eating vegetables or whatever the hell else he’s on about that week. It’s stupid, but it kind of becomes cathartic. Like Billy can just shut his brain off and stuff his face and watch the bright colors and listen to the gentle music and let the stresses of his life fade away—at least for that half-hour anyway. The fact that Mr. H has an ass Billy could bounce a quarter off of… well, it doesn’t hurt.

But what happens when there’s a meet and greet/Story-Time being hosted at Max’s elementary school? Well, Billy’s not a complete douchebag, so of course he has to take her! It has nothing to do with the fact that he also maybe wants to meet this tv host who’s all soft sweaters and pretty brown eyes that Billy’s maybe been fantasizing about for the past year and a half. That’s not it! He’s here for his nerdy little twerp step-sister, nothing more.

(Spoiler, it’s something more.)

[welcometogrouchland]

It's mostly the fault of poor editorial practices that B&R is so heavily misaligned continuity-wise w/ the main batman book. But walk with me for a minute:

You are Damian Wayne. You are 14 years old and have had one of the worst years of your life last year. Which is saying a lot.

Your brother, one of the people you were closest to, got shot in the head and forgot who you were. Your best friend went to space for a week and came back 3/4 years older than you, taking away your previously established dynamic and leaving you to have to bond all over again w/ a new one. You may or may not have gone wayyy too far with your new superhero team, who now all hate you, because you fucked up big time*

And worst of all, when you do try to do the right thing, you end up forced to watch Alfred, a father figure to you, the only one at your birthday that year, the person who has been so patient, loving and trusting with you, even when you probably didnt deserve it...die. you watch him die, and feel it's all your fault.

And your dad never corrects you on that last point. So you run away.

First to your mom who can tell something's up with you, she knows you don't give up that easy, you decide not to stay with her because you remembered how actually, neither of your parents are good at communicating with you despite their best efforts, so now you're 14 and flying solo.

And you do fly solo. For a while. Make new friends, new enemies. You think you're better off for it. You've got your best friend and your brother back. They're not around as much. It's fine.

And eventually your dad tells you that it's not your fault that Alfred died. Bit late but it's appreciated. Really. There's a bit of a hiccup where you get possessed by a demon and wage war against your father but after that, all in all, you two are...together again.

You start to think maybe you want to give him another chance, for the two of you to be father and son.

And in a change of pace, it works out! It's going good, mostly. He insists you go to highschool, you resist, feel like he wants you to be something that you're not (wants you to be normal), but eventually you acquiesce for your own reasons. He cheers you on at soccer and nosies around at your fundraising events with the other parents and gives you a stern talking to about your choice of girlfriend. Because he cares.

Except all the while this is going on, your dad is currently having his brain slowly taken over by an evil version of himself that he created and every time you look away he's slowly tearing your family apart (your brothers are just barely keeping it together. The ones who didn't get lobotmized that is Jesus Christ). You keep taking his side in these conflicts, for whatever reason. Maybe because he promised it would be different this time, and it isn't** and you're going to stick with him until he keeps his word for once.

But at the end of the day?

It's like your brother says. You're not the one who saves him. Broadly speaking, you've made things worse and needed others to come save you. And what else is Robin really for? You thought it was about redemption and teamwork but guess you're wrong. It's about saving your self destructive, apparently two-faced and erratic father. And you can't even do that right.

* TT (2016) by Adam Glass is a racist ooc mess, but unfortunately it's still canon so I'm referencing here, though like a lot of works authors clearly wish weren't canon but are, it's been subsequently glossed over. Win? Maybe? Or not?

** again Zdarky's characterization of Damian is so outdated as to be ooc, and considering the way he constantly and explicitly uses it to illustrate Tim's strengths as robin, I'd argue there's. Also implications there. But the batshit insanity of the main batbook compared to B&R rn is crucial for this post, so I'm attempting to justify it. This time..

[thebramblewood]

HZID Nation! As much as my need for instant gratification tempts me every day, I've been holding back on resuming the story because I'm trying to build a little queue. This will hopefully give me room to work at a slower pace without having to take breaks every time. I'm currently in the midst of a somewhat elaborate sequence, but I'm hopeful I can finish it in the next couple weeks. Whether or not I do, I've decided the story will resume Monday, February 3, probably only once a week unless my queue starts to get crazy. I've done so many cool things I want to show you, but for now here's just a small taste of what's coming up. ❤️

[sunflowerdigs]

If we don't get a flashback to some horny nonsense that occured at Chim's bachelor party as part of either Buck or Eddie's feelings realization then what even is the point? It doesn't even have to be a kiss, just...Buck and Eddie drunkenly holding each other a little too close, touching too much, falling into each other one time too many, catching each others' eyes and not looking away as they sway closer and closer. In vino veritas, you know? No way Buck ripped Eddie's shirt off in public and nothing happened. Like, come on!

[bellysfromthefarside]

6 of 7 - Burger King Remake - “My….belly ….is…. so…. bowed…. out!”

At this rate of stuffing, it didn’t take long for all of the burgers to disappear. Mr. Cleberg placed his hand on the mountain of belly before him and said, “Now, that’s a good job of eatin’. I knew I’d be able to get rid of all of the burgers!” Mr. Cleberg turned away from Travis and picked up the now empty tray. He then left the end of the trailer and went back to the preparation area to clean off the tray and put it away. Tommy looked at the hugely bloated young man lying still on the makeshift bed. Travis’ face was bright red and he was moaning after the vigorous belly stuffing he had just endured. The burger swollen gut was obscenely rounded and bulged in every direction. “You look like a pregnant horse,” Tommy suggested as he began to gently pat the top of Travis’ belly, “I ain’t never seen a dude’s belly stick up so far!” “My….gut’s…. gonna….explode!” Travis struggled to say and then put his hands on the sides of his ridiculously protruding belly balloon, “My….belly ….is…. so…. bowed…. out!” “Man, you’re gut’s so much bigger than a beach ball. And your skin is all stretched out and shit…I don’t think anything could be more stuffed than your gut is now!” “The….pressure….is…. so…much…I…can…barely… breath,” Travis noted and started gently rubbing his huge stomach with both hands. Cleberg walked into the back of the trailer. “OK, boys, its time to go. We’re ready to let the inspectors check out the place.” Travis tried to lift his much heavier body off the makeshift bed, and was not able to do so. Tommy and Cleberg had to help the burger blimp up and into a standing position. For several seconds, Travis stood in the middle of the room, slowly rocking back and forth as he tried to establish balance. “Dude, you’re so front heavy,” Tommy said, watching Travis try to steady himself, “Its a wonder you don’t fall forward!” “Okay guys, here’s the plan. I’m going outside now and meet the inspectors. You two come out a minute or so after I do,” Mr. Cleberg described, then continued, “Then we’ll let them come inside here and look around. They won’t find any burgers in here.” Cleberg laughed and patted the huge burger storage facility that Travis had become as he walked away. Tommy carefully studied the incredibly gorged young man, still trying to steady himself. Travis had to lean way back to support the huge gut he was now sporting. His muscular upper body still looked like it belonged to a competitive athlete, but the amazingly rounded belly seemed more appropriate on a overfed hippo. “So, how does it feel,” Tommy asked, placing his hand on the ballooned gut, “You’re fuckin’ gigantic!” “I…feel…like…like…the Goodyear blimp has been inflated inside my stomach,” Travis looked down at the enormous round protrusion, “The pressure is fuckin’ unbelievable!’ Tommy realized it had been a couple of minutes since Cleberg left. “We’d better head out,” he suggested, “Are you gonna make it?” Travis put both hands on the side of his over-inflated belly and began to slowly steer it towards the door. “Yeah, I think I’ll make it okay.” Tommy was the first out the door and down the short set of metal stairs. He took a few steps over to where Cleberg was standing and turned back to check on the progress of Travis. An amazing site greeted Tommy as he looked back. Travis was trying to act casual as he strode down the stairs, arching his back to support the incredible weight of his belly. He had put on his ball cap and a pair of sunglasses, trying to look cool while still displaying the larger-than-keg sized belly that proceeded him. His boots were loud on the metal steps, then on the concrete as he slowed strutted/waddled over to where Tommy was standing. Before Travis could say anything, two middle aged men in dark suits and sunglasses seemed to appear from nowhere. They spoke briefly with Cleberg then went into the trailer. Each one gave Travis a second look as they went past.

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Travis final belly shots, as he staggers out the Burger van, coming soon!!

See you rounder! Tom

[projectjasper]

phum is clearly really lonely and has abandonment issues because of his parents, so in his head this is a very "ah yes, this is how it always ends anyway" pattern right now. when you feel like you're never anyone's first choice and like everyone always eventually leaves you, any even potential sign of that on the horizon is an equally sad and welcome sight, because it confirms all the things that you believe yourself to be: unwanted and impossible to love.

[broareweabouttoviberightnow]

mood board of decor I firmly believe exists in the Curtis home