#But He Hates It

[let-the-wind-sing]

i just had the horrible thought of filipino charlie dalton

[aaandbackstabbed]

Goldie: I lost sharpie

Scrooge: how do you lose Louie

Goldie: in my defence he’s very small

Louie in the distance: how dare you.

Goldie: found him

[game-weaver]

Now he's debating on hiding.

[needs-to-stop-looking-at-yigas]

Okay hot question-Sooga is gay. And he really. Really hates women. But if Kohga demanded it, would he flirt with a woman?

he doesn't HATE women, they just. Make him uncomfy. But he has in fact, flirted with women for stealth or recon missions. And he's really, REALLY good at it. Like, you'd think he's slept with LOADS of women from how hard he makes them swoon. But once its all over, he needs a shower. A long, cold shower.

[axl-ul]

These are the designs of Monkey King and what he'd look like if he woke up in alternative 1920s/1930s era of Hong Kong (yes, the future project I plan to dive into soon).

My handwriting is terrible and so here's the transcription of the text:

(visible disgust); -> chewing on a toothpick

(Bajie's talking nonsense again)

-> claims to know the law (lying); -> claims to be a detective/a police officer (double lying)

[lesbxdyke]

I could think of no better way to share the news than this!

So when I was 17, my cat went missing and I'd given up hope of ever seeing him again.

Until on Monday, 27th of May, 2024, my friend sent me a FB post asking 'isn't that your mother?' about the person named on the microchip.

Here he is! 16 years old, and found safe, twelve whole years after he went missing!

Yesterday (Tuesday the 28th of May, 2024) I went to the rescue that had him, and I reclaimed my boy, renaming him Artie! (He'd originally been called 'Cat' because my mother and I couldn't decide on a name)

He's home safe with me now, currently inhabiting my bathroom and purring up a storm every time someone goes in there!

I'll be doing slow introductions between him and my current cat to give them the best possible chance of living in harmony!

Here's some pictures of Artie once we let him out of the carrier:

[itsdabatt]

anyways here’s tim drake dying in a glue trap

[symphonyofsilence]

Let the poor man rest.

[angstflavoured]

i dont think bill would be used to someone actually liking him.... especially as much as ford did like it was embarrassing

[themoonstonechronicler]

"why did the ring mostly affect frodo and not bilbo who had it for a gazillion years" objectively has a textual answer but i think the best answer is that sauron just likes bilbo more than frodo

bilbo: *uses the ring to hide from his relatives*

sauron, remembering almaren: yknow. real.

[juiche]

a moment of peace before the whole world shatters 😇

get your own print here ❤️

[lovelenivy]

mouse bites™

[chloesimaginationthings]

The Afton kids deserved better in FNAF..

[captainkirkk]

Concept: Peter actually got bitten by a totally normal spider. It's just a coincidence that his mutant powers were awakened around the same time

[chiptrillino-art]

(ID in ALT Text) Happy very, very late Mother's Day!

I am not saying that zuko is sokkas substitute for kya. or they look in any way similar! The whole concept here is that something was happening at the moment, be it how they were laying in bed, how the hair pooled over the pillow, or how sokka was able to hold onto it. It just brought sokka back. It triggered a memory, and suddenly he relived a brief memory. Making him suddenly miss his mother again. hope you enjoy!

[lynlee494]

Panic at the Masquerade *Credit to the above prompt and the wonderfully creative commenters*

Jason sips his drink from the corner, cringing as the bubbles tickle his nose. Cheap or expensive, it always tastes like shit. He stares at the bar longingly, but this gala isn’t serving any of the hard stuff. Besides, he doesn’t need to stand out anymore than he already does.

Adjusting the mask, the only reason he can pull this off is because the event is a damn masquerade ball. On fucking Halloween. In Gotham. Though the fact that there are the likes of Lex Luthor here of all fucking people might act as a quiet deterrent – what villain wants to tussle with some super rich asshole from Metropolis who takes on Superman regularly? Though, Jason muses, for some of them it could be seen as a challenge. Especially with Bruce Wayne in attendance, laughing that fake fucking Brucie Wayne laugh that he’d thought was funny as a kid. Now it makes him want to throttle the old man. Everything is fake about that man, all his assurances he’d be there for Jason , would always save Jason , that he loves Jason . Tell that to Joker, still breathing, in Arkham – for now.

Still, Jason knows he stands out. Almost as tall at Bruce Wayne himself, and just as broad, Jason has caught the eyes of several here already. As politely as he could manage, Jason had growled out an excuse to exit any attempts at hitting on him. He is here for a reason, and he needs to be on his toes with Bruce around. Though the waiter with the nice ass and cocky smile had caught his eye when he’d handed Jason his glass of champagne. Maybe if tonight goes well the two can spend some quality time in a storage room.

Jason pauses with the damn champagne halfway to his lips, a reflex to do something with his hands, as the man standing next to Bruce obviously slips something into his drink. Seriously, it’s like he didn’t even try to hide it. Except… Bruce had been looking away. Still, this is fucking Batman, so it’s not like the paranoid bastard won’t… well, shit. As Jason watches, Bruce doesn’t just take a sip, but instead practically guzzles it, apparently so he can accept a few morsels from an appetizer tray as it passes.

Shaking his head, Jason lowers his glass and eyes it suspiciously. If someone slipped something past Batman – no, Bruce Wayne. Likely hoping to make the man even more drunk, make Wayne Industries stock plummet, whatever bullshit chess game the rich play. Then he has to bite back a laugh, 'cause if this is real then Bruce would lose face in a way that he hadn’t planned for. Plus, it means Batman would be out of commission the rest of the night, dozing in the Batcave with a doting Alfie.

This is perfect; it feels like Christmas instead of Halloween. Nightwing is around patrolling, sure, but he’ll be more concerned with their dear old dad than Red Hood making noise across town. The rest can be found at the AO3 link above!! (https://archiveofourown.org/works/58750723) Also, credit to @weirdheadcanons , who made additions to the original prompt in the comments that also shaped the story!

Prompt:

Jason witnesses a gala attendee sneak something into Brucie Wayne‘s drink. And it‘s fine, obviously. Jason is going to have a good fucking laugh and know he can continue his business tonight in peace with Batman out for the count. He could even go abduct the bird or set the manor on fire! He can even- he can…

Watch Brucie get lead out of the room by a stranger.

Fuck.