#Richard Short

[puddltabbi]

Okay fine, I can’t keep MeowNyation Racers hidden forever.

I designed these like a month or two ago as a joke but I kind of….like this au a lot -to the point where I’ve even made my own altered cat version plot… (and versions of my own ocs as cats…)

Bonus Chief doodles (guys did…did you know chief is my favourite character… betcha didn’t…) the traditional one isn’t finished properly yet :P

Anyway one of the main reasons he’s a fluffy white cat is in homage to a cat I used to know who was incredibly fluffy but disliked any physical touch. They would go crazy if you even attempted to pet them. (Sort of like that scene with Tag trying to give Chief a hug..?)

to make things worse I even doodled my own mnr ocs as cats…this is how far I got…

I’m not 100% on Mother and Tag, I maaaay redesign them ever so slightly…

[hopelessvalentines]

i have loved you. i have had to deal with that

[batfamhastwitter]

Part 24! Oh no guys, Gotham's sweethearts are officially broken up, what will Gothamites gossip about now???

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[squash1]

borrowed. phrases. need i say more????

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[keys-hellscape-1020]

dick grayson and you on a mission but him and the reader are trapped in a very narrow room so they have to navigate the place with their bodies pressed against each other (established relationship)

A/N: Mmmmm this is a scrumptious idea nonny, hope you don’t mind but I made it fairly short.

Dick Grayson x gn!Reader

Content warnings: VERY brief mention of alcohol, grinding in a perilous situation, let me know if I missed anything

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The mission had gone to shit embarrassingly quickly.

It was supposed to be simple. Dick was going to go to the Iceberg Lounge for a fun night of drinking with his longtime partner, you. That was your cover anyway. In actuality you two would sneak away from the crowds at the first chance and sleuth around for anything that might prove solid evidence for the case you were trying to build against The Penguin.

Simple right? Well it was, truly, until you had suddenly discovered that you’d been leaked faulty intel. Now you were stuck in The Penguin’s office, and instead of it being deserted there was the sound of the villain himself right outside the large wooden doors, causing a solid pit of anxiety to form inside your stomach.

Thankfully, Dick isn’t paralyzed by fear. He grips your elbow tightly, pulling you after him as he pulls the doors to an old wardrobe open. He all but picks you up in his haste to get you in the wardrobe, a quiet “Shit!” hissing out from inbetween his teeth as he carefully moves in and closes the doors behind himself, just in time for The Penguin to come barging in, loud yells accompanied by a chorus of a vase smashing.

As your adrenaline wanes and you relax just enough to take in your surroundings you notice your position. There’s just enough light to make out Dick’s silhouette, he’s hunched over you in the tight space, one arm supporting his weight above your head, the other wrapped around your waist protectively as he furrows his eyebrows at the shabby wooden doors in concentration, like that would protect the two of you any better.

His face is, at most, two inches from yours and you can feel his breath ghost over your lips at every shaky sigh he slowly exhales. Your hands are on his pecs, your fingers gently trailing up and down the soft fabric of his shirt as you admire his physique. You’re so enchanted by him it’s not until he carefully shifts his weight that you even notice he’s slotted one of his legs between yours.

You barely manage to suppress a soft gasp as he suddenly presses his leg to the one place you know he shouldn’t be touching right now, and yet all the same you don’t ask him to stop as you softly rock your hips against his thigh. You’re so caught up in your moment of pleasure that you don’t suppress a gasp when Dick tightly grips your hips.

“I think it’s safe to go now.” He mummers right up against your ear, the skin of his lip grazing your flesh causing a shiver to run up your spine. “Unless you don’t want to.” As he trails off he catches the lobe of your ear between his teeth and pulls gently, ripping a soft, breathy moan out of you. You grip his shoulders tightly as you attempt to center yourself.

“W-We should go.” You eventually stutter out, reaching for the door. Just before you’re able to push it open however Dick grabs you hand and places a sultry kiss against it, giving you a wink that leaves you weak in the knees as he hopes out of the wardrobe with a swagger that you want to slap out of him. He stands to the doors of the office with a smirk and a teasing “You coming?”

Oh you’re definitely coming.

[hollygl125]

William Petersen in TO LIVE AND DIE IN L.A. (1985), dir. William Friedkin SHORT SHORTS

[mildlyinconsiderateghost]

drew some visions in my head while relistening to the silt verses

[dc-and-damirae]

tim: What’s it like being tall?

dick: Is it nice?

duke: Can you reach comfortably for the cupboards?

jason, glancing at damian: We live in constant fear of the short ones who, in my experience, will climb four chairs, two boxes, a small coffee table, and six oddly placed stools to get what they want.

[365filmsbyauroranocte]

The Ratcatcher (Wes Anderson, 2023)

[danopdf]

RICHARD WINTERS?????

[wisteriagoesvroom]

lando: issey miyake pleats. university of cvntology. captain of the team of servington. head bitch in charge of yassification applications.

oscar: whatever-the-hell-i-want-itis

[therandomartmaker]

[Image ID: An artwork featuring Danny Phantom, full green excluding his hair and white accents, transparent, sitting on a pile of rubble head tilted slightly upwards with his eyes closed. His hair is wispy, he’s got pointed ears and he’s much more identifiable as a ghost. The rubble includes the F of the Fenton Works sign, a satellite dish of some kind, pipes and concrete. The rubble, and Danny, is surrounded by yellow-black striped caution tape. Above Danny’s head is a conversation, in white, “It’s been ten years,” has been written, and in green, “It’s only been 10 years,” is written. /End ID]

Day 31: “It had been a decade since anyone last lived at Fenton Works. Or so people thought.”

tbh this took like. Less than half an hour to make haha. I may have forgotten to do this yesterday lmaooo. To make up for it, here’s a continuation of this prompt by @cryinginthevoid that i filled, wherein Danny has been stuck haunting the rubble of a ruined Fenton Works after his permanent death, only to later be approached by a very much alive Damian, who is the first person to See Danny in over 10 years. So yep, bonus challenge post 2 under the read more :D

Damian had visited. He’d promised and he’d followed through on it, Danny sitting still and watching as Damian approached, day after day, even after Danny had no more words to say, no more information to give. To quote, he was “a tolerable friend despite your intolerance for proper respect.” Danny had no idea if that was a good or bad thing, if he were to be honest.

But still! It’d been 10 years since he’d to spoken to someone, something other than the air. Damian said his brothers wouldn’t follow him, despite saying he’d bring them to meet Danny during one their tentative hangouts, and Danny supposed that was a good thing. He didn’t want Damian to sound crazy or look crazy for talking to thin air, especially not by his family.

Though, what was interesting was the weird amount of black-haired blue-eyed outsiders hanging around town. The FentonWorks rubble had a pretty good view of most of town, despite it’s slow erosion into dust, so Danny was able to see the several strangers in town whenever he went looking.

Damian said his family was looking into ectoplasm due to it’s relation with the dead, and trying to find if anyone around town knew how to access their information databases. They needed to know if there was a way to relieve “Jason’s” burden of the “Lazarus Rage,” and prepare in the case someone else in the family acquires it. And that ‘Lazarus Pits’ are classified information, but who did Danny have to share it to, no one could talk to him except Damian, anyway.

And truthfully, those Lazarus Pits Damian mentioned sounded like pools of ectoplasm that Maddie and Jack would’ve killed for. Danny could only suggest looking into ‘ecto-acne’ treatments, as from one of the stories of Vlad Masters Danny’d heard, it sounded like the short-term effects of ectoplasm exposure.

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Damian didn’t know why he was sharing so much confidential with Daniel, but he didn’t seem to mind, and didn’t seem to talk to anyone else. He figured it’d be fine. Daniel needed to know as much context as possible in order to help Damian.

Daniel was strange, he spoke in large amounts, but quieted as though he doesn’t expect someone would respond to him. He rarely moved, and there was something unnatural about him. Perhaps the lack of a rise and fall of his chest, or the way his eyes shined.

Damian couldn’t help but make comparisons to the dead he’d seen. Lightless glossy eyes, pale skin, sallow flesh. Daniel was built like a dying or dead person.

Damian… worried. He’d grown close to the other boy, Daniel’s snark to Damian’s sharp tongue and his acceptance of Damian’s veganism, multiple other factors about Damian never drove Daniel away from him. It was nice, being accepted by someone outside of his family. Daniel’s health was concerning, malnutritioned and Daniel’s reaction time was slow. Multiple things were off-kilter about him, and Damian wanted to know why. So he could help.

Because Danny was his friend.

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Dick observed Damian. He’d taken to pacing the length of the hotel room, and he seemed worried about his new friend (!!! Dami has a friend!!!! And he’s worried about him!!!), muttering about bringing food to the next time he visited. Dick kinda felt bad about what he was about to tell Dami.

“Richard, why are you looking at me?” Dami asked, stopping his pacing to look up at Dick, a soft half-hearted glare on his face.

“Uh well, Tim…” (fuck! He wasn’t supposed to mention Tim!)

“What did Drake do?”

“Tim told me to tell you that we’d gotten enough information and that we were leaving in two days, just in case something new crops up!” Dick rushed, knowing that Dami would loathe the information, but despise Dick more for not telling him.

Dami needed to say goodbye to his new friend, after all, but from what Dick could tell, they couldn’t even have long-distance communication, because “Daniel Who Liked Being Called Danny” didn’t even have a phone!

Dami’s click of his tongue was expected, and his expression had worsened too. Dick had messed up, but he didn’t think there was anyway to break it gently that Damian would have to leave his newfound friend.

The boy stormed off, leaving the room with a door slam. Dick felt bad, man. Well… Dick did have a spare phone he was free to gibe to someone… Perhaps Danny would like it?

[palehottubchild]

what i like about the secret history is you can tell exactly who 'got' the book and who didnt by the reviews. and im not trying to be snobby or something here if yhe book's not your cup of tea thats totally fine more power to you!! its just funny that the reviews are always either 5 star, greatest read ever, this book caused me physical reactions and i havent slept in 3 days. OR its a 1 star, the book started off great but fell off after the first part, too long and rambly, the focus is on the wrong things too much on the characters not enough on the actual plot. and like, thats kind of what i love about it? the fact that if you read the book like Richard is characterised, if you read the book for the romanticised life of secluded classics students, for the dark academia of it all, then its going to be a shitty read for you! what i personally like about it is that every single character is messed up, every single character is a 'bad person' in a way and the way the idealised romanticised aesthetics are built up meticulously during the first part only to then be brought crashing down in the worst way possible is part of what, to me, makes it such a good book.

And dont get me wrong, i came for the dark academia as well. I bought it because of moodboards and edits and a glowing review about 'this amazing dark academia book' from one of my best friends. I came for all that, but i stayed because of the clearly distorted reality. The fact that you can see more and more clearly in the second part that the entire reality we think we are in is made up imagined and idealised by richards obsession with the aesthetics and i love that its so clearly reflected in the reviews because like. Yes thats The Point!

[loveelizabeths]

- 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚣𝚊𝚋𝚎𝚝𝚑 𝚜.

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[lovely-abeille]

come close, sappho // all too well: the short film // margaret atwood // all too well: the short film // madeleine l'engle // kurt cobain // all too well: the short film // house on fire, beau taplin // all too well: the short film // crush, richard siken // haunt you, haley joelle // all too well: the short film // all too well (10 minute version), taylor swift

[secret-history-hyperfixation]

I wonder how much Henry’s height would change the vibe of the book, like what if he were 5’7”.