#Here ya go op!

[cinnamon-does-wacky-shit]

It has been more years than Bruce could count since that awful day. Hungover like something dreadful and waking up in another house, it was just an average morning for brucie Wayne. He couldn’t shake the feeling that he was forgetting something. Stumbling back to Wayne manor, he got greeted Alfred,

“master Bruce, it appears you have a break in your schedule today”

that was it. No parties, no dates, nothing to distract him from his grief.

“uhh, Alfred, is there anything going on today? Something to do maybe?” “it seems there is a circus in town this will master Bruce”

There it was. his escape for the day, it would be good to do something different for a change.

“well then, I think I will go to that!” Bruce says cheerfully. After getting dressed and washed up, he goes to see what this circus would entail.

the show had been pretty standard so far, clowns, lion tamer, the whole thing. That was, until the flying graysons came on.

they were breathtaking, Bruce had never seen anything like it! The trio was certainly something to remember!

that was, until everything went wrong.

screams were heard all around him, and all Bruce could do was stare at the bodies. Dead on the ground. Just like his parents.

He was pulled out of his trance by a small tug on his suit jacket. It made sense, everyone knew brucie Wayne was one of the most friendly guys in Gotham. But he couldn’t take his eyes off of this miniature version of himself. Black, curly hair messed up and bright blue eyes puffy with tears. Just like him on that dreadful day. He couldn’t leave the boy, he just couldn’t.

Before either of them knew what was going on, Bruce picked up the boy and carried him out, mumbling comforting words to him.

Bruce scurried underneath his new ward as he swung on the chandlers, “Dick! Get down from there!” He called out, getting only giggles as a response. He couldn’t help but smile, his son was still an acrobatic though and through.

you couldn’t imagine the panic that he felt when Dick didn’t come downstairs for breakfast one morning. The terror filled him as he rushed through the manor, calling his sons name, and only pausing for breath. Anger boiled in Bruce when he found a small note, signed by someone named talon. He had only a vague memory of people mentioning the court of owls, but if they took his son, they would find a force to be reckoned with.

After a small search in the basement, he made a mask and armored suit, he couldn’t have his reputation ruined now.

Bruce was so glad he worked out often and knew how to fight, because getting to his son would have been a lot harder without it. He nearly cried when he got reunited with dick, holding him tightly as if he were going to get kidnapped again.

This kind of thing was starting to happen too often. They just saw his son as only a bargaining chip, and he had to don the cape and cowl more and more frequently. One night, when he was patrolling the streets and searching for his ward, he saw a familiar figure in an alleyway. It was wearing the colors of the flying graysons, and the way they flipped and moved was all too familiar.

It couldn’t be

Bruce’s jaw hung agape as he saw this vigilante fighting criminals, and he was surprisingly good at it too. Then, when they took a hit to their face, the voice that cried out in pain was one that Bruce knew all too well. these men, the criminals.

They were hurting his baby boy.

In fit of rage and protectiveness, Bruce made short work of these criminals. Only a few months ago he would be drunk on booze at some party, he nearly didn’t recognize himself. “Dick! Are you hurt? How long have you been doing this? Why have you not told me?” The questions come out all at once,

“Well, I saw some people in trouble and I couldn’t just let them get hurt, so…” The young boy trails off. Bruce couldn’t stay mad at him

“ok, but promise me you won’t do it again, ok dickie-bird?” I don’t want you to get hurt” to which dick nods in response.

of course he went out as Robin again. The little scoundrel snuck out and was once again putting himself in harms way. Bruce panics internally as he fumbled the batsuit on. Over the months he had improved it from the simple mask and makeshift armor that he had originally made, since they all kept getting damaged or destroyed one way or another. He faced his son in his bright green and red suit,

“dick. I know you won’t stop saving people. Please, just let me be with you when you do… I-I couldn’t live with myself if you got hurt, or worse…” Bruce begs dick, who nods in response

“yeah. I could do that” he says with a smile. The duo then starts their patrol together, the first of many.

In some AU out there I like to think there’s a Batman that started out as more “Brucie” the playboy bachelor than self made fighting machine. A Bruce Wayne who was actually more accustomed to throwing epic parties than punching bad guys. A Bruce that tried to drown his grief in every pleasure the world has to offer… until he finds his Robin.

Dick Grayson who comes from the same type of tragedy, only he doesn’t have a billion dollars (or a father figure like Alfred) to fall back on.

This little kid who wants to take on the mob personally - is now targeted by kidnappers who want Bruce’s money - and is suffering from a complete lack of self preservation and the innate compulsion to swing from every chandelier in Bruce’s home.

This kid, who some people in Gotham’s high society look upon with a predatory gaze and whisper things like ‘Talon’ and ‘Court of Owls’ and a dozen other things that Bruce isn’t sure about…. But Dick has nothing and no one and Bruce HAS to step up and be there for him.

So Brucie, with his years of marital arts training (because he still loves his fitness and the ability to defend himself) has to quickly become someone who’s able to protect this kid. Everyone in Gotham thinks Bruce has matured and settled down because he’s a father now - and they aren’t Wrong per se but really - when your kid is that much of a daredevil/trouble magnet, a Bat-themed vigilante gets born out of necessity because Robin was going to go fight the darkness with or without Bruce’s help.

Just imagine a ‘Brucie’ who wants to forget his grief through partying more than punching criminals … and then imagine how that partying DILF becomes BATMAN - born from protective love instead of long held grief.

[braisedhoney]

Draw your favorite ghost! Mine's Ember.

“That would be me. Surprise.”

(ayyy flaming hair favs club :D)

[emil1863]

I'm still not over episode 1015....

ref pic

[bondagebimbo]

just spam posted 18 posts to my free/PPV OF!!! some are freebies and some are PPV. the fun extra spicy goodies are in the PPV posts if ya wanna treat yourself to some porn and me to some monies so I can get the rest of what I need for to finish my face tattoos or maybe even buy some more lingerie and toys to play with on there for you guys!! 👀

fuck machine content will be posted for sale once the lube I ordered comes in, so sub to the free page that way you don’t miss when I drop the videos and are able to purchase them asap!!

anyways!!! feel free to go check it out and sub for free! and maybe treat yaself to some spicy things! I’ll link it here!

[abortedfetusgummy]

SEND ME PHOTOS OF YOUR PET BUGS PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE-

[selfshippinglover]

Bunnybot is ready for the Puzzlevision Tour!! :DD

@4thwallbreakerdraws2

When Bunnybot heard that THE PUZZLEVISION studio was doing a tour he just HAD to go! A longtime fan of the Puzzlevision programs, this is his chance to meet one of his idols, express his excitement and admiration, maybe even get a new job! :D Either way, he's super excited!!

Bonus pic in case you'd prefer to put the logo there but I was debating it being an earring instead :0

Fun ideas for the tour/Bunnybot in RTV!AU

~ Asks Puzzles to sign his Puzzlevision merch

~Yaps a lot about his creations and overall compliments the hell out of him

~Will talk to others like Mod, SMG3, and Lucian

~If he cooould work there he'd aim to become one of Puzzles's personal security guards or just someone that would be allowed to follow him around XDD

~If Puzzles were to compliment him he'd DIE/POS and tell other people about it with the biggest, smugest grin >:33

Also original ref for comparison sake cause I think it looks better personally jgssfh

[battystims]

davekat stimboard~ for anon

♥️ ♠️ ♥️ / [🐦‍⬛] [🖊️] [🦀] / ♥️ ♠️ ♥️

[flaphack]

don’t really post art here but here’s a new painting that i’m really proud of + the reference pic!!

[dkettchen]

Dragon ball wishes granted so far:

a pair of girls' underwear (unused, you could buy it at a store)

bringing a man back from the dead after he was dead for what like a week or two, with no repercussions, no zombification, no nothin, just back to life in perfect health & mind, plus a cool new scar

[laz-262]

after god knows how long i finally pulled myself together to finish the rest of the losers at the market inspired by the same post by @chiniichee

[dasketcherz]

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

This was a pretty neat dub of my lil comic!! I love how the VA for Gregory performed the dialogues, it was really nice!! I'm so glad ya'll like it so much enough to wanna dub it ! Really makes me giddy and happy all around! This was really cool!!

Yall can go check them out, their channel's pretty neat ! :3

[rigels-nigels]

uninstalled tumblr on my phone in an attempt to deal with issues, minutes later forgor all about that and went to click on where the tumblr app usually is

[dirtyreusablehandkerchief]

"ik theyre there but like... how many"

i know there's at least 1 megastar shipper working (or worked? dunno if she's still working for the show...) on earthspark! she goes by lilified on tumblr & she works (worked?) as a storyboarder on that show!

Ik it's a bit early but I can't believe it's been almost one year since this post

Btw yeah its real

[formulation-nation]

I'm so normal about my interests

[lecliss]

I've only ever watched like the first three episodes of one piece but I just watched film red cuz I like the Uta songs and that fucking destroyed me in such a painful way. Holy shit I was bawling, my face is still numb, still covered in tears, I am currently developing a headache from how hard I cried as I type this. I am unwell. I needed zero prior knowledge to be obliterated by that and it really did its fuckin job. Coby's hot by the way.

[oceantornadoo]

when you first start talking to simon riley, you want to check yourself into an insane asylum.

you like to think you’re cool, you’re chill, you’re nonchalant. but he takes eight hours to text back, sending you a “come over.” text at 7pm like he hadn’t just ignored you the whole day. you complain to your friends, of course, which is a terrible move when they tell you to drop him and if he wanted to, he would! and you think he does (want to), he’s just so insanely nonchalant about it. so the next time he comes over, chinese takeout in hand after not texting you back since 8am, you go a little crazy…

you open the door for him, stepping back awkwardly when he tries to peck your forehead. he practically shrugs it off, toeing off his boots before setting the food down on your table. “got tha’ dish ya like.” you nod, forgetting his back is to you. simon unpacks the boxes with precision from the bag, not stopping until it’s all laid out on the table. you’ve been quiet for a while, unusual since you’re the talker of the bunch, and that creeping feeling that’s been sliding up his skin finally sets its hooks in him. he turns around curiously, brows furrowing at the sight of you still standing by the door, biting your lip with a timid look and wet eyes. “love?”

you shake your head with a watery smile. “can we talk?” simon follows you as you walk to your couch, feeling like he’s been dropped into an op with no details. he doesn’t know what’s wrong, just that you’re hurting and he seems to be the cause of it. “i just…don’t get it. how you’re acting so normal.” you’re twisting your hands together. “somethin’ happen, love? got me confused.” you give him that small, weak smile again and it’s like you’ve stabbed him in the heart. “you- you barely talk to me all day and then you just come over here like it’s nothing. it’s just so hot and cold and i’m wrecking myself over it when it’s so clear you don’t care. i’m just so confused, si.”

simon runs through his memories. he texted you good morning, you texted it back, then he went about his duties for the day until he was finally free to ask about dinner. hadn’t even picked up his phone in the meantime, security risks or just plain busyness being the cause. “‘ve been busy, sweetheart. ‘s why i asked t’ come over when i was done.” you shake your head, biting your lip. “it’s the modern day, simon. everyone’s on their phones. i don’t think you’re as into this as me, and that’s fine, but i just want to know!”

now simon’s the one shaking his head, pulling out his phone. he might not be tech savvy but he does know this move from johnny, the fucker constantly complaining about his screen time. he pulls up the screen time tracker and turns it to you. “not everyone.” you’re a bit shocked to be honest. his screen time is ten minutes for the entire day. a few in the morning when he texted you and nothing until nighttime, when he texted you again. you’ve never seen anything like it.

“‘m not a big texter an’ we don’t use personal phones for work, so it’s jus’ a brick i leave at home or lug around. ‘s nothin’ on you. been thinkin’ about you all day, to be honest.” your mouth is open, honestly. any other man would have never shown you their minute-by-minute screen time, would have begged off the “busy” excuse while having been on social media for four hours. simon, by all standards, is genuinely different.

“so, you do like me?” he nods stiffly, gloved hands reaching for you. you slide into his lap easily, tucking your face into his neck to hide your heated cheeks. you’d even shed a few tears over this, how embarrassing. “‘course i like you, sweetheart. an’ im sorry if it didn’t feel like it. let’s have it out, yeah?” you nod into his skin and he takes a deep breath, pulling you closer to his heart.

from that day on, you compromise with phone calls. when he’s got a few minutes and you’ve hit a lull at work, he’ll call you. it’s better than any text in the world - hearing his gruff voice asking questions about your messy coworkers or dinner plans. not so nonchalant as you thought.

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i wish this was from personal experience but unfortunately for me, it’s closer to the men not responding for days but having a screen time of six hours.