#BUT AT LEAST HE APOLOGIZES

[obsessedwithstarwars]

Jazz takes care of a de-aged Danny, and they lay low in Gotham. But just because Danny’s body is younger doesn’t mean his powers have lessened. In fact, they’ve only grown harder to control. Having the energy of a child makes containing his powers harder (just like when he first got them) until they realize that Danny’s powers are much easier to control when he can get rid of some of his excess energy. Jazz hears about a free gym open to all that is also meta-proof (more durable) from a wonderful woman at the library. (Lookin at you Babs)

The gym has a gigantic kids play area, along with classes for all ages and a training area complete with an American Gladiator style obstacle course for adults. Jazz will use the obstacle course sometimes when her boss has fully ticked her off. Stephanie and Cass volunteer there whenever they can. Jason always sends the alley kids there too because it’s close by and a safe place. Dick leads a class there whenever he can.

Dick actually holds the record for the obstacle course. Until Jazz gives it a go after a particularly trying day. She doesn’t realize there’s a record. She never would have used the course if she’d known. Training with Pandora and Fright Knight gave her plenty of advantages with how she can use her liminality and she definitely doesn’t need to stand out.

But again, she doesn’t know there’s a record. Or that someone saw her going repeatedly through the course (Stephanie) and decided to time her on her next go. (She doesn’t film without permission because she’s respectful of boundaries like that) She does post Jazz’s time in the Batfam group chat to take Dick down a couple notches though.

Or someone else (not Batfam, just a random citizen) takes a video of her doing the course and posts it on the internet and now they (Jazz and Danny) have to stay one step ahead of Vlad, the Batfam, their parents, and avoid the GIW. How hard can it be?

[mylonelydreaming]

I'm convinced some people did not bother to read the botw diaries at all with what they think about Zelda and her relationship to Link so here:

Zelda's Diary:

Urbosa's Diary:

Later, after the champion inauguration (I am running out of image allowance here):

Daruk's Diary:

Mipha's diary, at risk of starting controversy:

[sculkshrieking]

redrew my favorite Saw IV scene

[achaotichuman]

I still have no idea how people can stan Rhysand and think Feysand is the best romance ever, and totally healthy when he LEGIT MADE HER CRY SO HE COULD FORCE HIS PLAN FOR NESTA ONTO HER

FEYRE HAS BEEN GROOMED PEOPLE, IT IS SO FUCKING OBVIOUS

THIS IS NOT BADASS YAAS QUEEN HIGH LADY, THIS IS A 20 YEAR OLD WHO WAS TAKEN ADVANTAGE OF BY AN OLD MAN WHO SAW HER TRAUMATISED, SAED HER, AND FORCED HER INTO A BARGAIN, KEPT HER LOCKED IN A CITY WITH NO CONNECTION TO THE OUTSIDE WORLD, WITH ONLY HIS FRIENDS FOR MONTHS, AND FEED HER LIES AND PUT HER IN HIGHLY DANGEROUS SITUATIONS TO 'PROVE HERSELF' THEN RECREATING THE SCENE WHERE SHE WAS SAED BY HIM IN FRONT OF THOUSANDS OF PEOPLE. BEFORE 'MAKING UP FOR IT' BY SLAPPING A FAKE TITLE ON HER FOREHEAD AND SAYING 'ALL HAIL MY HIGH LADY'

RHYSAND GROOMED HER, HOW DOES NO ONE SEE THIS????

ACOSF just made me hate Rhys more.

It was so manipulative. As Feyres crying into her eggs he pulls out this plan he had been waiting to share for a long, long time, that he had consulted with Amren on for legalities.

And then has it presented to her by the 2 people she does not currently get along with, Amren and himself.

Lmao Rhys just pisses me off.

[earthtooz]

dr. ratio yearning for gn!reader is so enthralling to me | or, in which dr. ratio carves a statue of you because the feelings he harbours might eat him alive.

the repetitive click of chisel hitting stone reverberates around the confines of dr. ratio's office.

it sounds like the dextrous hands of a professional sculptor are at work, diligently carving their next masterpiece. his love and passion for sculpting has been something he's bred and perfected now, every hit on the slab precise and purposeful. he has mastered the dimensions of the human body, creating pieces with astounding similarity to their living counterpiece, as if he had taken the muse themself and covered them in plaster, never to move again.

sat on a small box and hunched over, faint drops of sweat creep down his skin from his hard work as he carves something resembling a face. 

your face. 

is it strange? perhaps, but what is he to do when you've infected his mind like a parasite? what is he to do when you've then clung to his heart and devoured it too before sitting in the crevices of his ribs, refusing to leave? 

these reverent thoughts of his, how else is he to cope with the overwhelming feeling of you other than by honouring it? 

finally, when the curvature of your neck is complete, creating a complete bust from the slope of the forehead to the lines of your jaw, he sighs. admires his hard work for a moment before the onslaught of moral questions begins- if you had seen this, how would you react? what would you say? would you be disturbed by the devotion he has kept so secretly to himself, locked under heavy chains and kept under wraps for the sake of saving face?

it's too much, too loud, his mind hasn't been this hectic since the time he was writing fifteen articles for academic journals at the same time. the only thing he knows is that he wants you, so much so that it drove him to the point of carving a statue for you from his precious, very expensive materials.

with another heavy breath through his nose, ratio hesitates as a hand comes up to cup 'your' jaw, the feeling almost like a cooling balm against his flustered skin. 'you're' unmoving underneath his touch, 'you're' hardly even in 'your' true self, and you still have him weak in the knees, touch faltering as he detaches himself from 'you'. 

he dares not lean in close, for how grave of a stain that would be on your name.

a heavy, shaky breath shudders through him as he looks into your closed eyes and neutral face. tomorrow, he’ll face you- the real, living version that he yearns to cherish and hold, unlike the mere replica before him now, and you will be none the wiser of this little project of his. tomorrow, he will ask you about the progress of your research, and you’ll answer with a passionate ramble, and he will be none the wiser, too blissfully immersed in your presence and liveliness to listen. 

tomorrow, and every day after that, he will continue to be a fool at your feet, and you will be none the wiser of the hold you have over this genius scholar.

© EARTHTOOZ 2024, do not steal, translate, repost my fics and do not recommend my fics onto any other site.

[idliketobeatree]

thought about charles and edwin doing their own version of the "I was wrong" apology dance from good omens. 16 dead 134 injured

[sallymew4]

just look how much BRIGHTER Mob’s demeanor is once he has Ritsu safe with him. that is the biggest grin ive ever seen on that boy’s face he loves his little brother so damn much it’s incomprehensible

[cecoeur]

How do you sleep at night? No one to hide behind Betrayed every alibi you had You had every chance to make amends instead you got drunk on bitterness And you still claim that you're innocent, it's sad

[sandeewithtwoe]

Cross and Delta meet again!

Cross and XChara belong to Jakei95

Delta belongs to Animated Zorox

Epic belongs to Yugogeer012

Transcription:

Delta: Epic! Nice seeing you here!

Epic: Oh, hey bruh. I don’t think I’ve introduced you to Cross before…

Epic: We actually met a loooooong time ago but he kept getting overwritten lol

Cross: Dude, you know that’s not my fault

Delta: Wait a sec… YOURE THE GUY THAT TRIED TO KILL ME THAT ONE TIME!!

Cross: … I am? Sorry about that

Delta: Ahh, but the past is the past! We’re all friends here, right?

Cross: Uh, sure…

Delta: If you hurt Epic in any way whatsoever, I will beat the shit out of you

Delta: Aight, I’ll be on my way now. See ya!

Epic: See ya!

Cross: …

XChara: We can beat him in a fight

Cross: We’re not fighting Epic’s friend again

Epic: Pfft, bruh what??

Cross: Nothing

[mobius-m-mobius]

You wanna hear a good story? Listen to this one.

Mobius + comfort

[killjoy-prince]

House M.D. but it's when a character says the name of the episode

[kinos-fortress-2]

i am aware that this looks nothing like them and i made them ugly af i just dont care anymore. and yes this is still tf2

[minalots]

🐺🐺🐺🐈‍⬛

First drawing is just me seeing how I would draw all the WWs (excuse the fact I used trimax ww’s assigned pen for the rest of them) (tbh I think it helps seeing the differences but next time I’ll draw em with their assigned brushes)

Second drawing is a redraw from WW’s expression sheet

[turtleblogatlast]

Something I’ve been thinking about lately is that small moment in “Air Turtle” where immediately after the Daves lose yet another game, Leo says how sorry he is and how he’s doing his best as the mascot. This moment is so short but it’s honestly jam-packed with a whole heap of characterization.

His need to apologize for things clearly not his fault - especially when it feels like he messes up the job he was given despite doing the best he can (the phrase “it’s not about you” takes a new meaning when this is one of the lessons to be learned from that - that he is not always solely responsible for things going wrong), his need to save face and make a connection with an older adult man in his life (something he consistently does throughout the series - he’s got a few daddy issues, always collecting potential father figures, it’s no wonder he jumps at the bit to keep rapport), and the way he sounds and looks and the words he chooses really pushes how he is just a kid (“Mr. the Dunk, I’m so sorry”).

Like I know it’s a one off moment that doesn’t truly mean much, but when put against the rest of the series it works really well with the rest of Leo’s established character and helps in solidifying later concepts as well.

[shirecorn]

Gay horse man looks like a princess

Gay horse man learns to respect trans butch lesbians and various other people who won't date him

[justaz]

merlin being so overwhelmed by everything he’s been put under, crumbling under the weight of destiny and being pulled in so many different directions he’s being torn apart, going to the one person who can offer him the most comfort out of everyone, his best friend, his other half. arthur who doesn’t realize whats happening until he turns and sees merlin’s desolate expression and tear filled eyes. merlin going “i know you are king (or prince) and you refuse to call me your friend, but you are mine and i really, really need my friend right now.” and before arthur can manage a word, merlin is stumbling forward into arthur’s arms and pulling him into a desperate hug, muffling his sobs as best he can but arthur can still feel the tears soaking his shoulder. arthur not asking any questions and just wrapping his arms around merlin while he breaks down.