#BROTHERS UNITE

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 261

“So is no one going to talk about the eldritch space child or…” 

“I mean, do you want to get between a child and Batman? I think the only one who could even get close right now is Superman…” 

“No you’re right, I think- oh my god the eldritch space child is playing with batman’s bat-ears and he’s not doing anything about it what the fuck I thought only Robins could get away with that-” 

[nat-20s]

OUGH does UNIT have a Men In Black type section where they sort out aliens getting to live lives on Earth?? Because if so Donna should work that section because a: Donna would be a fucking AMAZING alien social worker she's always been so so good at Seeing people and b: Catherine Tate look hot in suit

[euthyami]

brothers. always the same with them.

[tommymaddox]

Tommy doesn't counter, he doesn't want to jinx it. Even if its a joke he feels its testing fate to say otherwise, that Jace might have faced countless battles (literally and figuratively) but Merrock would be where he comes to an end. "Oh yeah, I forgot about you and Brooksie." Years long passed, details that felt unnecessary lost. "Deacon is still a kid if that helps." As much as Tommy belittles the mans behaviours he'd almost forgotten how much younger Deacon was compared. "I'm trying the whole controlling my own life tactic right now, but maybe one day I'll let her go crazy with power." The question has him rubbing sweaty hands onto his jeans. "Just friends." Recently confusing friends but that was all Tommy could let it be.

Tommy would say he is the closest to carefree as he was going to get - mainly because his day wasn't structured by a standard job like most others have. He tended to work things out as they came, but his environment was well designed around him to provide that space to do so. To be truly carefree felt unobtainable, like something they talk about in fairytales because it could never truly exist in reality. "We didn't exactly have a carefree childhood either, or carefree parents for that matter." Maybe if they'd grown up in different environments they'd have a chance at it. "You know, if you arrived sooner you would have loved life. Volunteer week is still a thing," he shares. "Had us all planting trees together. You've probably seen them all around."

"Yeah?" Family vacation. That was something Tommy hadn't been on for years, perhaps since he was married. Obviously he'd travelled on his own since but not in a family environment, something he realises now he had been missing. "I'd like that." Whether it was to know why Jace stayed or simply be alongside Jace and Cordelia, hopefully little Rosalyn too. "Mmm." Their parents certainly didn't advertise the tie break. Tommy guesses by that point he wasn't his parents favourite either, but the idea of any of the kids cutting ties was not yet something he had considered. "It was more than enough," he says it because he knows his father never would have, and sometimes you need to hear things even when you know they are true already. "Sometimes I want to be a fly on the wall after a day of people asking about their kids. They don't know a single thing about us, and if they did they heard it from someone else. Amazes me given how much they cared about image and how easily it would crumble if even one of us said something."

Tommy looks down as he smiles, listening to the story of the photograph. He wonders when it was taken, how little they were in it. Once upon a time they'd been attached to one another, playing in mud and racing home to get the last popsicle in the fridge. "Guess we were with you all along." The thought healed something inside of him. "This is the same girl whose probably been planning her wedding day since she could walk. Your khakis will be burned before you're allowed to wear them." He laughs along with his brother, trying to imagine how Jace could get away with such casualwear. "Good, good, though you could also direct Cordelia towards anyone in power - she's scary when she's angry."

It's not easy baring your weak spots in front of people. At the beginning of this Tommy had been ready to puff up his chest, to be seen as something unbroken and unburdened. He didn't want to look weak or show the way he'd let his life go since their last encourager. It was an ego thing, one he had let slip away as they'd spoken, pulling layers back with honesty and a bond that came long before they were the men they are today. He appreciated the comforting hand on his shoulder, the fact that Jace was so ready to reach out to him after so much time had past. It makes his hands itch to pull Jace in for a hug, but their positioning is odd and he worries that's too much. "Thanks man, it's taken a lot of work to get where I am. Not at the finish line yet but I think I'm functioning a lot better now."

"It's great in the warmer months, not so much in winter." Tommy could typically kept his in storage during the colder months, preferring the heating in his car along with the extra wheels against icy roads. "Keep it up and I might just have to burry you in these woods," he jokes, nodding to the dog by his feet "Rue can start the digging."

That stole a grin from Jace as he felt Tommy shove against his shoulder, unable to help it. Somehow, it felt right, like two teenagers fighting over a football in the yard, or arguing about who should have to clean up the dishes next. Or two brothers who were sitting on a log in the forest after twenty years, trying to piece things back together in their lives. "Please, I'm immortal," he rolled his eyes, an overdone gesture, and a lie that he knew he didn't believe in. Not for someone who had been to war, come face to face with wild animals, hurled himself into burning buildings, but to use it to tease his brother? That, he could do. "Kellan," he shook his head, "Deacon was just a kid when I left. Kellan and I went head to head in soccer and that kid ran circles around me, so I hated him," he laughed at the thought now, knowing that twenty years later, it seemed like such a silly reason to dislike someone. "Might wanna give it a go," he laughed. "She could end up getting you right on the track you need to be on. Is there anything like… there there, or just friends?"

There was so much that Jason had learned, whether it be from the army, college, his time in the parks, his time training to become a firefighter, training to become a ranger, it felt like it never ended. But he had thrived on it. He had loved the idea of learning something new, becoming someone else, picking up skills that he never thought he would have been able to hone in on. Carefree, though, wasn't him. "I kind of wish I could be," he shook his head, "like the kind of person that just goes through life without a plan. Even living in a camper in a state park, I still feel like I was pretty regimented to my schedule, do all my jobs by the book, you know? They drilled that into me pretty good," and it wasn't an easy habit to shake. "Community and just making the world a better place, I guess. Or trying to."

Looking over at his brother, he offered him a small smile as he told him that he didn't have to be alone, no matter what happened, nodding his head. "I'm not going anywhere," at least it wasn't in his plans. A part of Jason had always knew that he would come home, settle down again, find himself living in the pine trees, but he just hadn't known when. Then the moment came that he was gassing up the Jeep to head home, and he knew with certainty that he wouldn't be going back to Wyoming. At least not permanently. "But I'd love to take you and Cordelia there sometime," he offered, tilting his head a bit. "Little family vacation sometime. I think if you saw it, you'd understand why I stayed," if he stood in the middle of a field and listened to nothing and everything at the same time, or gazed down into a crystal clear stream. His thoughts were pulled away from nature and possible family bonding trips to their parents, letting out a laugh, "no." It seemed like the simplest answer, but he realized that Tommy probably didn't know that he hadn't talked to their parents in years, didn't really have all that much to do with them. "I cut ties after dad made no secret of the fact that he was disappointed in me for not reenlisting. Like six years of my life fighting a war I didn't ask for wasn't enough." After that, he hadn't cared all that much to stay in touch with his parents, to keep them in the loop on his life. "So for what it's worth, I didn't get a newsletter, either."

Jason snorted a soft laugh as Tommy acknowledges that he wasn't made for war, shaking his head. "I don't think most people are," and the silent, unspoken part. 'I don't think that I was, either.' But he had done it, and he had come out the other side with his life and more life experience than he had ever bargained for, and he supposed there was something to be proud of tangled up in all of that. "Thank you," he responded finally, when Tommy relented that he was glad that he had gotten what he had needed, what he had wanted in his life in that moment. "But for what it's worth, it's not like I didn't miss you guys. You and Delia," his expression softened, shrugging both shoulders. He hadn't just moved away and forgotten them, acted like they didn't exist. "I kept a little picture of you guys with me, of the three of us playing in the creek. I still have it, actually, once I got out I framed it and I keep it in the camper." It was nice to have the one reminder of home that hadn't driven him up the wall, made him never want to go bac. He was reminded of the things that he missed, and let out a breathy laugh when Tommy mentioned attending a wedding, "think I'm going to have to wear a suit? Or does Delia still love me enough she'll let me get away with like, khakis?" but he laughed as he said it, knowing it was doomed. "Don't worry. There's what, two law firms in town? I'll get you out of trouble."

Nodding his head solemnly at his brother's apology, he knew that it meant a lot, that it was the kind of thing that people didn't often talk about, because they didn't understand. And he didn't want anyone to understand -- because it was exactly the kind of thing that he didn't want anyone to have to go through. As his brother began to talk about being an alcoholic, struggling with the breakdowns and the fact that he had to pick himself back up afterwards, he knew that it was a battle he couldn't understand. But he had a lot of friends who had. "A lot of guys in the service go down that road after… everything. I went to a few groups for a while, and a lot of people there dealt with it, and I know that it's a tough road," he lifted his hand, hesitating before gently placing it on his brother's shoulder and squeezing, "but I also know that you're one tough son of a bitch, and if someone can get through all of that and come out the other side, it'll be you." Whether that meant meetings, cutting back, rehab, whatever it was that he felt he needed. "I'm glad that you're talking to someone, sometimes that's the biggest thing you can do."

Letting out a soft laugh when Tommy mentioned hooking him up with Josh, he nodded. "We'll see how adventurous I'm feeling. There'd be worse ways to get around town than a bike, though," even though his Jeep was nice and sturdy, got the job done. Especially hauling his camper. He had wanted to come home and make some changes, after all. But he couldn't go too far down the beaten path of thinking about revving any engines and hitting the road. "You have to get a little bit older first," he reminded him, bumping his shoulder into his brother's. "Not quite fifty, though -- I don't want to risk you shoving me off this log."

[chocotorta-lover]

💤Shh, they're sleeping💤

💚The brothers are resting❤

[abs0luteanarchy]

some whiteboard Ultrakill doodles

extras under cut

[art-from-within]

Alright -- it's perfectly fine if you can't.

... Morgott hugging Mohg. 😔

There's... Two ideas. The first being tears of sorrow.

Morgott's just fought Radahn... And Miquella... And Mohg's body has been restored. However abscent of soul.

Morgott can only hold his brother, cradling his head in his arms as he weeps.

... Tears of joy...

At some point, Mohg's discarded soul caught onto Morgott as he traversed the Land of Shadow. And, reunited once more, Mohg's soul is able to find it's way back.

And Morgott can only weep; not in sorrow, but in joy.

... Perhaps... Mohg is holding Morgott's hand.

Either or... Leaning toward joy. For obvious reasons. 😔

And like I said: It is entirely up to you!

“Brother…?”

“Brother.”

[introspectivememories]

nah cause like you dont get it!!!! the sully kids and spider are a unit!!! they're puzzle pieces that fit together perfectly. the very definition of "the gang is what i trust"!!! they're together their whole lives and then spider gets taken and all of a sudden the puzzle is in disarray. kiri's so spacey cause she doesn't have spider to bring her back down to pandora. lo'ak's acting out cause he doesn't have his usual partner-in-crime/fellow outcast to make light mischief with. neteyam is like two seconds away from a heart attack/stroke the whole movie because the other kid he used to parent his siblings with for the past like decade is gone!!! and spider on the other hand? is completely alone. at least the other four have each other. all spider has is his alien racist, genocidal, imperialist dad dragging him on the world's worst war crime road trip. there's no kiri to get him out of his head. there's no lo'ak to to be outcasts with. there's no neteyam to have a quiet reassurance that they're in this together with. there's just him and his stupid, fucking mind. and then they blend his brain at bridgehead and it's over for him.

[destielmemenews]

“Jimmy passed away peacefully on the night of September 1st surrounded by his family, friends, music and dogs,” a statement on his website and social medias said.

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[batfam-belfry]

these poor traumatized boys

[d4rk-x-w0lf-17]

Danny after finding out that Timmy and Jimmy are dating: ......You could do better.

Timmy: Probably n--

Danny: I was talking to Jimmy.

Timmy:

[misteria247]

Okay but like Timmy clinging to his friends whenever he's uneasy, Danny being one of his major go tos. Like-

The first time Timmy does it is when he's still 10 and Danny's 14. Things aren't looking great, Cosmo and Wanda are out of commission from using all their magic to protect the two boys. Danny's lost in his head. Trying not to crack under pressure because the adults can't take the lead at the moment. And as his thoughts are going a mile a minute he suddenly feels it.

A tiny, trembling hand gripping the sleeve of his ghost suit.

Danny's glowing green eyes snap downwards to see who's grabbing him only to see the top of a pink hat and fluffy brown hair. Timmy hasn't looked up at Danny, his blue eyes flickering around for a possible threat. A gleam of unease shining in them. His hand is clinging so tightly to Danny's sleeve it's almost like it's attached. His frame which is usually so full of confidence and mischief and bravery is now small like. And it's this sight that makes it really obvious to Danny Fenton that Timmy Turner, the boy with the childlike wonder and care free spirit, is in reality a child.

And it hits him hard, the reality of this 10 year old fighting in battles like this. Timmy's not supposed to be apart of something like this. To fight in a fight that could end up killing him. He's a kid, who's still afraid of stuff like the boogeyman and who believes in Santa Clause and the Easter Bunny and all that shit. And yet here he was, next to Danny in a fight to save their worlds, giving it his all like a grown adult and fooling everyone with how well he does it. But now with his fairies down and his back against the wall his act has begun to crack and like any child whose becoming overwhelmed he unintentionally latched onto Danny.

It's this fact and the sight of it that puts Danny back into action. That clears his thoughts and makes him focus more on the situation rather than the other factors. He doesn't mention Timmy's tight grip, instead using his other hand to grip Timmy's shoulder and give it a firm but gentle squeeze. An effort to help ground the boy. He keeps his voice low when he talks to Timmy. Asking him questions about the place their in which is apart of Timmy's dimension. All the while keeping that reassuring grip on his tiny shoulder. Before Danny knows it, Timmy's grip slowly loosens, not completely letting go but giving him enough wiggle room to get the blood flowing back into his arm. Once Timmy's back with him, it's glaringly obvious that the boy's embarrassed. His stance tense as he waits for the teen to make a sarcastic comment or nasty jab at him.

But to Timmy's surprise, Danny doesn't say anything. The ghost acts completely naturally, pretending that the moment of Timmy giving into the feelings he's felt beneath the usual front had never happened. He doesn't mention that Timmy's hand is still holding his suit sleeve, nor does he mention how close Timmy's gotten to him. Instead opting to make a plan for attack, including Timmy in them to help him focus. Once things are settled and the teams reunited and everything's saved, Danny thinks that's the last of it.

But he's wrong.

For the next several years, in moments where things are bleak and terrifying or when emotions are strung high or rubbed raw, Danny finds himself becoming the anchor for Timmy. It's almost as if that one moment had been a silent okay for Timmy to rely on him. To let the ghost see past the first barrier that the magic user keeps up. And every time Danny never says a thing, never grows annoyed with Timmy's touches or closeness in those moments. Having learned from watching the youngest member interact with his parents that him doing this was a natural thing when he was overwhelmed by everything. Even as Timmy, now 16 and Danny a grown adult in his 20s, Danny just doesn't have the heart or will or want to stop Timmy from seeking him out for comfort.

Perhaps it's a bit selfish, but Danny likes being a safe space for Timmy to go to. He likes that Timmy's comfortable enough to trust Danny, the boy who's half alive and half dead. Likes that instead of unease or fear or mistrust that there's someone out there who doesn't feel that around him. So he never probes, afraid of shattering this trust between them. So when Timmy one day tells him-

"You know.....out of everyone here, you're the I feel the most secure and safe around. I mean I love the others and trust them with my life and my parents are one of the best things in my life. But......with you it's different. It's like.....you get me in a way that no one else can."

And Danny he's just........stunned when he hears this and he completely understands exactly where Timmy's coming from. He completely gets what the buck tooth teenager is trying to express. Because Danny feels the exact same way. In a single moment, they'd become the other's safe space. The sibling that the other didn't even realize they needed till a small 10 year old boy gripped a 14 year old boy's sleeve all those years ago. And Danny he just gives Timmy this knowing stare, before playfully messing up the boy's hair. Making him squawk in displeasure and swat at the older man and as they settle into their normal quips and sarcastic remarks towards one another, there's an air of contentment and peace between them. Both of them reassured that they'd always have each other.

[wiltkingart]

hi young trans guy here-- just wanted to say that your art has immeasurably changed the way that i look at myself and my gender, for the better. like man if only kiddie me knew that men with boobs were the future my dysphoria would have been so much less its actually funny sometimes. but seriously, i love your art so much thank you for putting yourself out there and keep killing it!!! (also please don't feel pressured to answer this publicly if you don't want to, i just wanted to thank you haha)

brother if i had art like this when i was a baby trans it mightve saved me a lot of grief too. when i was a teenager all i had were like 3 transmasc youtubers and the narratives were always about binders and binding or top surgery and it was a rough time! nowadays there are trans men on instagram sharing photos with their hairy boobs and i myself havent worn a binder in, i dunno, 6? 7 years?

men with boobs are the future. we're also the present, and we're not going anywhere. im happy to play my small part in this shift, and that young trans people like you, and older ones who didnt have it before, can have this now. it fills me with peace

[schistcity]

To all the ladies out there please remember when you vote you are not just voting in the memory of all the women before you you're also doing it for Second Lieutenant Cecil Gedge of the Royal Fusiliers who passionately defended us against his entire debate club at Eton in 1884

[reality-detective]

If true? It's Pretty badass don’t you think? 🤔

[whimsyrefrain]

happy amagi bros saturday