#'This man he is busy!'
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poorly-drawn-mdzs · 7 months ago
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Dog Meshi.
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lorenzlund · 7 months ago
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A hotel lobby (late).
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Der erneute automatische 'Held oder grosse Ritter bei den Maennern', hier koennen wir ihn beim 'Geld'-Abheben erstmals vielleicht sogar auch direkt begegnen!
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'Wir konnten sie nun erfolgreich herauslocken aus der Deckung!' (Orig.: entlocken). 'Sie haben sind eingelocht!!' (Orig.: eingeloggt).
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Uschi (und Freunde).
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Schnell wechselnde und austauschbare Helden.
'leck Er Baecker'.
'Heimbs'. im ass, drinnen. Das Ei. Es gehoert dem erneuten Bi-! (Eine doppelte Veranlagung besitzen)
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garbagequeer · 5 months ago
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hilarious man (The National Play “Sorrow” for Six Hours at MoMA PS1)
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fckbatmanhiskidsareminenow · 4 months ago
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part 2 of giving bruce dad core attributes starting with forgetting which child has what dietary requirements.
bruce: here you go damian your lactose free meal
damian: father i’m vegan drake is lactose
bruce: tim is?? aw shit *hurries to find tim*
bruce placing down a piece of paper and a pen: ok everyone write their dietary needs on this please so i can give it to the caterer
dick: how can you not remember 😭
bruce: because there’s so many of you
tim: alfred remembers
bruce: alfred doesn’t count i’m pretty sure he’s not human
bruce: is duke still allergic to honey?
tim with his head in his hands: bee stings he’s allergic to bee stings
dick: damian is vegan
bruce: what? i thought steph was vegan?
dick: no steph is vegetarian damian is vegan
bruce: jesus christ
bruce: oh he can’t have that he’s allergic to peanuts
dick: what no i’m not?
bruce: yes you are
dick: i’ve never been allergic to peanuts where did you even get that-omg bruce jason was allergic to walnuts!
bruce: was???
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faeriekit · 4 months ago
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I think Alfred needs his own prompt 👻(dp x dc)
Alfred had died.
(It was a bit of a waste of time— he'd been scheduled to get the boys to and from their suit fitting at this time. Now here he was; languishing. Murdered. Sulking, even.)
(How frivolous.)
As a busy man with children (an adult child) to care for, a house to maintain, and a budget to supervise, Alfred's main goal was to return to Earth, obviously. If he left Master Bruce in charge of the dusting, the man would absolutely let the unused parts of the house go into disrepair. Too impatient, his ex-ward was.
The only problem was that in this green, nebulous, and gravity-free afterlife, there seemed to be only one way out— navigating through the individual worlds that the denizens of this world have molded around themselves, until he finds a being willing to grant his wish to return.
Alfred sighed, checked for the pistol at his hip and the rifle on his back, and marched straight upwards. Or. Well. Downwards. Actually... Never mind.
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edlucavalden · 3 months ago
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Oh my god.. this post was cooking i had to..
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raviollies · 2 months ago
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Chat I think a ghost is trying to grief my relationship, what do I do
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thegunslingerletmedrop · 7 months ago
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corvidcall · 1 year ago
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"heres how mike schmidt could actually be an afton-"
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"heres how mike schmidt could actually be an emily-"
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saragrosie · 3 months ago
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I have been sketching. So much tma. Here's some expansions on my Jon and Martin designs I've been doing.
Another note I forgor to mention is I love how after hearing Simon go "it's enough to make your hair turn white" about Martin's office in s4 many of us collectively agreed his hair turned white because of his association with the Lonely. The shared consciousness is real and we use it to play hot potato with the communal brain cell dedicated to the sillies.
Closeup of apocalypse boyfriends (also to the person who said they love my s5 Jon's fancy white girl updo: I think about that every day)
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rattlung · 10 days ago
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again idk if this has been said before but i love the lucanis approval when you're going after zara and illario meets you half way. lucanis is trying to get him to fuck off but illario ignores him and addresses rook, flirts w them, tells them that they should let him give them a tour. and when they also tell him to fuck off cause their honey said so, lucanis likes it. he follows up with "this isn't your job, there's no one you can charm into dropping their guard". and idk it kind of reminds me of the comment lucanis makes during the coffee date cutscene where he says smth along the lines of "even before i was captured, most things were determined for me" and adding that w the implication of illario absolutely hating when attention isn't on him paired with his resentment toward lucanis for being their grandmother's favorite AND lucanis telling emmerich that he "doesn't have illario's gift for flirting" like idk i imagine illario poaching any person he sensed lucanis had even a passing interest in just cause he's a spiteful mf
so here "there's no one you can charm" = "this one is mine, they won't fall for it"
i just think the mutual possessiveness is neat :)
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zephyrchama · 5 months ago
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You're watching a random movie with Mammon that turns out to have some horror elements in it. Neither of you knew this beforehand, you only skimmed the movie's description, but Mammon's not going to chicken out now. He needs to look cool in front of you. It's just a stupid movie. It's fine.
A minor jump scare halfway through the film leaves him rattled. He holds on to you tightly, quietly cursing how high quality the special effects are. It's fine, though. Really. It is.
He even offers to hold you if you're scared.
This gives Mammon an excuse to hide behind you. Perhaps this was his original aim. The two of you quickly work out a new seating arrangement on the couch. He moves you in front of him, encouraging you to lean back against him if there's not enough room to sit between his legs. You wonder how much of your head obscures the screen.
Several minutes pass in this state. You are having a very difficult time concentrating on the film. A certain someone has his arms wrapped around your chest like a flotation device.
"Hey, Mammon?" you whisper. "Yeah?" "It's really hard to watch the movie." You feel him shift a little in the seat. He asks, "Wanna turn it off and do somethin' else?" "No, can you just move your arms?"
Mammon grunts and makes no effort to even change position. There's a pause, as if he's thinking about it, before he sighs into your neck.
"No can do," he says. "Dunno what else this movie has in store, and I don't want your fragile little human heart givin' out on me if it gets worse."
Certainly, with the way his hands were gripping at you like a weak stress ball, Mammon could probably feel every pulse of your heartbeat.
"Okay, but this is a human movie. Made by humans. For humans." You really emphasize that last bit. "Yeah, but we borrowed it from Satan. Who knows what kind of sick tastes he has?"
You laugh. The way your upper body briefly swells as you inhale and then shrinks back down as you laugh, and the way he can feel every shake when you exhale, makes Mammon's heart flutter.
"Come on. I can't even snack like this," you plead. There was zero chance Mammon was letting you go after the treat you just gave him. His head is already in the clouds. "How are you gonna watch the movie if you're busy snackin'?" he counters, as if either of you still had any idea what was happening on-screen. "I just want to be able to breathe again. You're so greedy," you tell him. You would slump your shoulders in defeat if that were possible at all with Mammon clinging to your chest from behind. "Damn right I am."
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A phone call between brothers (takes place AFTER this incident and Fiddleford's phone call)
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Sorry if this is OOC!
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weaselmcdiesel · 2 years ago
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WELCOME BACK!!
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baltharino · 7 days ago
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Batman: Under the Red Hood (2010)
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chloesimaginationthings · 8 months ago
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IS THAT WHY HE NEVER TALKS???
THE M IN M.X.E.S STANDS FOR MEWING 😤
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