#HE’S JUST A SEXY BOY

[cvnticy]

fancams until i get my computer back! 💔

[egophiliac]

buckle up lads we're going BACK INTO THE BOOK

[suntails]

toot toot!

[vivitalks]

i'm sure this post has been made before but the "the list of people i trust and things i believe is down to no one and nothing" to "i trust angus mcdonald entirely" journey that taako takes in the span of roughly one in-fiction hour during lunar interlude reunion tour is so important to me. adventuring partners and friends who have saved his bacon more times than he can count? nah fuck em. organization that has protected him and given him a purpose and fresh start? new stone of farspeech who dis. this nerdy ass boy detective? "angus i trust you implicitly and here's the 100% exact truth as we understand it"

[ilovemesomevincentprice]

Vincent Price and Phyllis Kirk -

House of Wax (1953) dir. Andre De Toth

[russell-crowe]

robin williams as john keating in dead poets society (1989)

[necrotic-nephilim]

what's fun about shipping Tim with Dick, Jason, or Damian is he has, at some point, hallucinated all of them to comfort himself. even when he doesn't like them or particularly get along with them, he has to imagine/hallucinate them just so he has the power to go on. Tim's concepts of the Robin mantle and what it should be is so fun, because he respects the others through the Robin mantle. Tim worships Dick because he was the first Robin. he wouldn't be Robin if Jason hadn't died in the mantle. and a lot of his frustration with Damian is he feels Damian isn't honoring the mantle correctly. when you ship Tim with the other Robins you can't divorce their identities as Robin from it because Tim will always see them as a Robin first and that's so fun and fucked up. like.

batman (1940) #456

Tim perceiving Dick as *Robin* cheering him on, not Nightwing, which is the version of Dick that Tim actually knows? that's just. wild of him. he will always view Dick as Robin first, his personal hero but also the original of the legacy. his love for Dick is shaped by that.

and then of course, even when he's hallucinating/imagining Jason cheering him on, it's *still* through the lense of being reminded how Jason failed? subconsciously believing that Jason got himself killed because of his actions, and that being a lesson for Tim to learn from? Jason isn't a person to Tim, he's a moral lesson about how to be Robin. any potential idolization he could have of Jason isn't because he loves Jason, it's because of the lessons Jason's death taught him.

and then, even though him hallucinating TIm is from the New-52, which makes characterization all kinds of questionable, i do think it makes sense for TIm to hallucinate/imagine Damian after Damian's death in an attempt to cope with it.

teen titans (2011) #18

to an extend, he sees Damian's death as in part his own fault. and even hating Damian, Tim needs the comfort from this to cope with Damian being gone. he's angry that Damian even was Robin, and has to learn something from Damian's death and how it impacts the Robin mantle, and teenage heroes as a whole. like, Tim can pretend he hates Damian all he wants, even getting taunted by the image of Damian, but there's still an underlying love to their relationship.

i think that's just the fun of shipping Tim with any of them. you will never divorce Tim's views of them from the Robin mantle and how fucking Unwell he is about anyone else who's been Robin before or after him, to the point he has to hallucinate them comforting him when he's at his lowest. it's always going to be a little unhealthy, a little toxic, and driven by Tim's relationship with being Robin as well. i need more Tim being weird about Robin in these ships.

[benoits-neckerchieves]

what to do first with ur first ever paycheck? impulse buy emo daniel magazine from over 20 years ago of course!

[veritas-scribblings]

illegal - @moonwater-microfic - words: 735 | trying my hand at a different pairing cos @deathnguts's moonwater posts keep appearing on my feed | apologies for the essay in the tags | writing this was more fun than I thought it would be | [warnings: self-loathing, some implied internalised homophobia, if teenage boys were werewolves]

In the days leading up to the full moon, Remus feels it in his bones like a thousand hair-thin needles boring into him. The scent that lingers in the hallways. That has invaded the library and spread through the potions lab and lives in the wood and the stone. The scent that beckons to something dark and perversely primal in Remus.

He feels it penetrating his skin. The itch of it travelling through his gut. And sometimes, shamefully, lower and lower. It grows and grows until he feels full, almost bloated with it.

“You right there, mate?”

Remus cringes and grabs his bag and clutches it to his chest with a grip he’s surprised hasn’t crushed it to dust. James, for all his teenage boy-ness, can be annoyingly perceptive. Sometimes he gives Remus this sad, concerned look that implies he knows Remus has been staring where he should damned well not be staring.

Across the Great Hall at the boy with the head of curly black hair who’s always buried in a book. The one that travels with a damned impenetrable attaché that includes one Bartemius Crouch Junior with the (according to Sirius Black) “perfectly punchable face”.

If Remus has learnt anything about Slytherins, it’s that they’re fiercely territorial (and occasionally violent). And none more so than the attaché Regulus comes with, like Regulus is some sort of diplomat. Or prince, even.

Remus knows territorial. He knows it, because the wolf in him feels it in its soul. For his books. For his clothes. For his dormitory. For his friends.

Remus has learnt to channel this. To, for the most part, redirect those unnatural urges that centre themselves around his friends the closer and closer he gets to the full moon.

But those Slytherins. They wear territorial with pride, and Remus just knows that he will never be able to cross the boundaries they’ve so meticulously carved out alive. Or, at least, in one piece with all of his limbs attached where they should be.

“Thought you were going to meet me at the library?” Lily dumps her bag onto the grass next to where James and Sirius are laid ‘soaking up the sun’, according to Sirius.

“The library?” Sirius scoffs. “The library for what?”

“Not you, Black. Not everything’s about you.” Lily rolls her eyes and kicks Remus in the shin when he doesn’t acknowledge her. “Remus. Our study date?”

“Nonsense. I am the gravitational centre of this Earth, I’ll have you know.” Sirius flashes Lily an easy grin that everyone knows will roll off her like water. “Just ask McGonagall. Everything’s about me.”

“You know she was being sardonic when she said that…”

Remus can smell it again coming from across the lake, stronger and more distinct than any other scent around them: vanilla-ish, cinnamon-y and a touch Earthy, nutty. It shoots straight through him and hits him so hard in his groin that he has to pull his bag into his lap with a flush of shame.

Of course it does.

Of course it does.

And of course Regulus is there again surrounded by his friends (he’s always surrounded by his friends). Remus recognises the smell before he recognises the outline of him and the movements of his body that have a decidedly “child of the House Black” beauty and grace to them.

Only, Remus reminds himself, he would never go there. He would never try; he doesn’t need the humiliation.

And he would never break Sirius’s trust, no matter the dreams that plague him around the full moon. The things he does to himself to stave off the hunger when he wakes with every nerve in his body feral and inflamed. Not only because Sirius is a friend—a friend that Remus never, in his wildest imagination, could have ever possibly thought he’d be able to dream into reality—but also because Sirius has a reckless, terrifying fierceness about him. Sirius Black does not bear darkness or traitors lightly. And he’s made that more than clear to the world.

Remus just doesn’t know what’s worse. That he likes a boy. That the coming of the full moon fills him with filthy, lustful thoughts and urges for said boy. That said boy is Regulus Black.

Or that it’s really just a matter of time before his friends find out that his condition is not just a fun rollick in the forest once a month…

…but is something darker and much, much worse…

…and Remus finds himself alone again.

[egophiliac]

MOMO!!!!!!!!!!

[skunkes]

[itsallaboutbl]

Nani Hirunkit as Shin Naruebet High School Frenemy, ep. 6

+ bonus

[tectoniccyborg]

He had a fun time at the beach the other day!!

[nostradamvs]

I'm sorry but the way there are grown ass adults hating on Ikuto Tsukiyomi, the emo early 2000s angsty catboy who fights in crop tops and acts like a literal cat, is just beyond funny to me.

[red-hibiscus]

Hey Cir. You wanna play flute for *me*?? I own 3!! One of them even has a special black coloring for vibes.

You are free to suddenly show up at my door like you did with Phu.

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