#NEEDED to describe

[kiragecko]

[A greyscale comic with two panels with spot colour.

Tim is sleeping on a couch in Titans Tower while Cassie searches under the cushions of a different couch.

She asks, "Hey Kon, have you seen my house keys?"

Kon, wearing a shirt with the S-logo and additional letters to spell, 'shit', points at Tim and responds, "Did you check under Tim?"

Bart speeds in, "She can't check under Tim."

"What?"

Cassie looks concerned, "If I wake him up his bat-reflexes will kick in and he'll punch me in the face or something."

Kon look unimpressed, "So? You're invulnerable."

Bart's expression is serious, "Cassie's face is, but Tim's hand isn't."

Cassie agrees, "For the sake of Tim's hand we can't wake him up."

Kon pivots to, "So have Bart do it."

"What?"

"If he punches you his hand will be fine."

"Yeah but then I'll be punched in the face!"

"You heal fast!"

"It still hurts!"

"You could dodge - "

Cassie interrupts.

"No, Kon. Only you can do this."

"You know that I'm invulnerable too right?"

"But Kon. You have - " we cut to a closeup of her mouth, words the only colour on the page, " - Tactile Telekinesis."

Realization dawns. "Yes." Kon says.

Bart zooms out of the room. "I do." Kon says.

Kon flexes his fingers to limber them up. Bart zooms back, face mask and scrubs on in preparation for the delicate operation.

"Beginning operation ... be careful Superboy."

Kon approaches Tim, "Okay, I'm going to lift this bird boy like an angel from on high."

Cassie cheers him on, "Like you're Catwoman and he's the precious jewels and waking him up will trip the alarm."

Bart pulls down his mask, "Like you're hand is the peta-watt lazer to the Tim-couch atom you're splitting."

Kon, continues, "Like flipping a pancake but instead of flipping it just gently lowering the pancake back onto the skillet because its a little undercooked."

He stares dramatically down at Tim, "Don't worry, half-baked pancake man. Your hand shall not break on this day."

The background is now dramatically coloured, as are the words, "TTK Babey!!!"

Tim is now above Kon's head, still peacefully slumbering. Bart has ran out of his scrubs, and both he and Cassie stare up at Tim with stars in their eyes.

After a beat, Cassie looks down and picks up her keys, "Oh hey found em."

Kon says, "Oh sweet."

Bart lifts an old cheese puff to his mouth, "Cool and a cheeto."

End ID.]

ttk babey

[dirtytransmasc]

the men and boys are innocent too.

we cry "the innocent women and children" to appeal to the masses, to try and force their sympathy, but the men and boys are innocent too.

I have seen sons crying out for their mothers, their fathers, their siblings. I have seen them break down at the loss of their families. I have seen them cling to their dead and grieve.

I have seen fathers cradle their dead children, seen them kiss their faces and hold their little hands. I have seen them faint with grief when asked to identify the dead. I have seen them carry their sons and daughters. I have seen them fasting to provide what little they can for their families.

I have seen men and boys digging through the rubble with just their bare hands, I have seen them comforting strangers, playing with children, rocking them, hushing them, even if the face of such imminent danger. I have seen them cry, seen them grieve, seen them break down into each other's arms, seen them be selfless, beyond selfless, becoming something I don't have a word for.

I have seen the men who are doctors refuse to leave their patients, even when they have no medicine or supplies to give them, even when they're threatened with bombings. I have seen fathers who have lost all their children pick orphans up into their arms and proclaim them their child so they are not alone. I have seen men and boys digging pets out of the rubble.

the men are innocent too. the men and boys are being hurt and killed too. the men and boys are grieving too. the men and boys are scared too. the men and boys are fighting to save their people too. the men and boys deserve to be fought for too.

[preciouslittle-bhaalbabe]

I need more of Astarion being an absolute undead fucking weirdo. No more suave charming elf man NO this man forgets to breathe for prolonged periods of time and randomly gasps or croaks because he can't speak without air in his lungs. He lurks in dark corners with weird reflective eyes and doesn't move until you notice him. He's SUPER into the scent of his lover and buries his face in their neck or chest while taking in a BIG snorf. He gets very affectionate when he notices his partner is on their period or is bleeding from other causes. He doesn't make noise when approaching someone and often scares the shit out of them because he just silently shows up behind them. He's addicted to the warmth of his partner and rubs his body against them like a cat. He makes animalistic grunts and moans while he feeds. He forgets to blink and just stares at people with wide eyes while they talk. He stares at his lovers pulse point instead of looking in their eyes. He growls when displeased. Sometimes he smiles just a tad too wide. He watches his lover sleep and waits for them to wake up for them to find him just staring them down, unblinking. He's a fucking freak and I love him to bits I need more weirdo Astarion.

[allynabean]

group selfie 📸!! im obsessed with the final girls or the four ggggs or whatever they’re calling themselves <3

(plus their weird creaky neighbor. bigb my beloved)

[uncanny-tranny]

[goldenjuniper]

they’re gaming (zagreus is losing)

[danikatze]

[ID in alt text]

I listened to the new ep twice today

[raticalshoez]

Was thinking of my post about dream teams and got really invested in whatever Unrequited Hate has going on

[dragonform]

you get the drift

[sualne]

mithrun sketch to celebrate

[idkwhatimdoingbutslay]

I am NOT constantly rewatching the sex scene (to think that Vi has gone YEARS without intimacy. She just keeps going in and in and in and taking and taking and taking in this scene because of how much she NEEDS it. And she DESERVES it!!! Vi leads and Caitlyn lets her, laying all the cards on the table and letting Vi just have whatever the hell she wants. Cait goes in for another kiss, but Vi wants to explore her neck. Cait wants to take a second to acknowledge her misdeed, Vi needs to keep kissing her. Cait wants to take care of Vi, Vi just wants to take. Vi is a lover at heart and life HATES that about her but Cait accentuates that in her!!!!!!)

okay maybe just once or twice

[weirdplutoprince]

bunny comic

[bookalicent]

yeah so this was insane

[c-kiddo]

i know you guys have no idea what this even is but i would like to show everyone these drawings by the scavengers reign animation supervisor francisco m. magalhaes . lmao

(link)

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

(Accidentally mis-clicked enter on my last ask. Here's the full "ask")

What he says...

VS What I read...

("us" as in him and WWX, not the spider just to be clear)

They should make an adaptation called 'The Unfiltered', where Lan Wangji says exactly what's on his mind.

[inkskinned]

today i love the red metal crane in her long neck arching her body over the boston skyline, which means i am okay for a moment. when i am unwell, everything is a little ugly. i always tell myself look for the beauty but when it is bad, i will look at birds and sunsets and little ducklings and feel absolutely nothing.

when my brother got his puppy, i was in a deep depression. what kind of monster isn't affected by a puppy. i was gentle and kind to her - i just didn't have an emotional reaction. she's five now and i feel like i spend all of our interactions apologizing to her - i don't know why. i just didn't feel anything. how embarrassing. i feel like if i admit that, i'll seem cruel and jaded. it comes in waves. like, two months ago when i went out into the world - it was like that. life behind a pane of stormglass. a firework could go off over your head - nothing. like dead skin, no reaction. not to ice cream or rainbows or baby chickens. life foggy and uninteresting.

i love goslings again. i love their little webbed feet splayed over grass. i love good food and live music and long walks. i like puppies. i feel like some kind of my soul has been starved - i keep staring at everything with wide eyes, trying to burrow the sensation into my stomach. it's real. beauty is real. when it's bad again, remember this. i stop and smell the flowers, feeling cliche in the moment. i like the white-to-red ombre of my neighbor's roses. i like colorcoding and yoga and cold drinks. i try to pass my hands over every moment, feeling like i'm squeezing joy out of every instant. remember this. for the love of god, it's real - just remember this.