#THIS IS A NORMAL AMOUNT OF RED

[forgotten-daydreamer]

You can fight me on this, IDGAF, but "I'm not talking about killing Penguin, or Scarecrow, or Dent, I'm talking about him. Just him. And doing it because... because he took me away from you." is one of DC's most perfectly crafted short monologues ever. It sums up a whole character in a few, simple lines. It sums up Jason's motives, hopes, and pain.

[ball-guy-blogs]

your mascot costume is too red. i hate that.

TOO RED. TOO RED????? YOU. WHAT DO YOU MEAN TOO RED

THE ONLY RED IS ON THE FACE AND THE SHIRT THATS IT. IT TAKES UP LESS THEN 50 PERCENT OF THE DESIGN. WHICH IS ACCURATE TO THE SOURCE MATERIAL (regular Pokeball) AND ITS A NICE RED ITS A GOOD RED

[daikunart]

[redkehlchen]

Look at all these turtles! 🐢

[beetlerings]

Weird experimental Rand thing using this color palette vvv

Not sure how much I like it

(The album with Kashmir bee tee dubs lol)

Can we also talk about how it’s gay as fuck to memorize the rhythm of your best friends favorite song like why did Rolan know that .. is he gay

[lilianade-comics]

Ghost fire + spectral ice

[phoenixkaptain]

The comics always have Tim comment on how normal his childhood was, and I just don’t believe them.

Like, the name “Drake” was set up in comics for years beforehand. Tim Drake is a rich kid. His parents did own an entire industry and Tim’s introductory comic tells us flat out that he spends most of the time his parents aren’t home at boarding and private schools. His parents were gone a lot!

Tim Drake is stated to be so normal. This kid can still clearly remember watching Dick’s parents die, he was traumatized and had nightmares about the scene. Especially if you believe Tim’s never taken a picture of Batman before the events of his introduction, Tim is extra strange because why was his first instinct to take pictures of Batman getting beaten up?! Is that normal child behaviour?? Am I the weird one for not knowing where Dick Grayson’s girlfriend lived when I was thirteen?? How on earth is Tim Drake the normal one?

He’s a stilted talker, absolutely terrible at speaking about important things. He is the Robin who called the most alike to Batman more than once, Ra’s al Ghul calls him a detective on Batman’s level, are you REALLY normal if you’re similar to Batman??

Like yeah, sure. Tim didn’t grow up in a circus. Tim didn’t grow up raised on the streets. Tim wasn’t trained from birth to be an assassin.

I would argue that this makes him MORE abnormal! He doesn’t have Dick’s background or flexibility! He doesn’t have either of Jason’s backgrounds nor his grudge. He doesn’t have Batman to live up to for a father. And yet, he still decides to put his life on the line to fight crime! His parents weren’t even dead!! He just decided that “If Batman and Nightwing aren’t going to take care of themselves, I have no choice but to do it for them.” Sure, he tries to get Dick to help Bruce, but he realizes pretty quickly that that isn’t going to work out.

Tim Drake tried to fight Superboy. You know, Superman’s clone? Invulnerable? Boy of steel? Literally only had one weakness that Tim didn’t have on him at the time??

Tim Drake is absolutely not the normal Robin. The comics really, really want me to believe that the kid who grew up in boarding school while his parents were off on business, the kid who took to being a Robin akin to Batman (ie. invisible, unnoticeable, unknown, a myth), the kid who got beat up by Jason Todd and then went “whoa, Jason Todd is back :),” the kid who Ra’s al Ghul is obsessed with, the kid who built his own vehicle; this kid is normal.

Yeah, okay. He’s perfectly normal. His dad being hinted at as being neglectful and literally abusive with how he breaks his kid’s things? Normal. Tim Drake knowing how to photograph the most paranoid man this side of the Rockies? Normal. Tim Drake deciding that it would actually be neat-o to don a suit that another kid died in to fight against people and beings that could and would absolutely kill him in a heartbeat? Completely. Normal.

Okay, DC. Whatever you say…

[avnasace]

something about bobby going underwater to lift athena so she can breath even at the possible expense of his life

and eddie running up a wet metal ladder untethered during a lightning storm next to a active hoseline, to try to pull bucks deadweight up to him until he physically has to lower him instead

[cactibytes]

My fav Animatic Battle characters so far :3

[bluhencore]

━ merold mixed media moodboard for a friend!

- x x / x - x / x x - | divider

[tinukis]

oyasumi 💤

[hauntingofhouses]

yeah taimizu IS toxic and off putting actually ‼️‼️🗣️🗣️🗣️

EDIT: TO BE CLEAR THIS IS A POST IN FAVOUR OF TAIMIZU!!! I AM A DIRTY TAIMIZU SHIPPER!!!!!

[slicedmayonnaise]

javi pictures

bonus of john looking like a cutie pie <3

[miekasa]

Ok but-

Gojo insisting you kiss his cheek / neck / anywhere really before your lipstick is dry bc he loves to let the world know he's taken by you

Cries and yells. He’s not even subtle about his�� thing (he refuses to call it a fetish or a kink, and will insist it’s just a you thing he’s got). He pretends to not pay that much attention to you while you’re doing your makeup, but the second you get to your lips, he straightens up—if he were a dog you would see his ears stand up, you’re certain of it. Follows the curves of your lips while you apply it and gives you that crooked smile when you’re done, “You look so pretty, my love. Why don’t you come give me a kiss?”

“You waited until now?” you question, turning and standing with a pout, “My lipstick will get all over you.”

Satoru shrugs, that stupid, stupid, lovesick smile still sat on his face; and it only grows wider when he watches you pout with color-stained lips. You look pretty like that too, he thinks. He wants a kiss, but maybe he should keep you talking, or pouting—briefly he wonders how your stained lips would look quivering while crying, wonders if you’d let him make that happen tonight.

“I don’t mind,” he answers, stepping forward, a gentle hand tucked under your chin—because while he doesn’t mind you smearing your lipstick on him, he knows better than to cradle your face after you’ve done your makeup, lest he really get chewed out. Though, briefly again, he thinks about how you kinda look pretty when you’re mad at him, too.

“You will when you’re covered in it,” you laugh, innocently, “And I don’t see any reason to waste it.”

He tilts his head, flickers his gaze to your lips, then your nose, then your eyes, “Is it a waste even if I’m asking?”

(“Wouldn’t you do anything for me?” is what he’s asking, “I would for you,” is what’s left unsaid).

“I suppose not,” you smile, reaching up to hold Satoru’s face between your hands. He waits, eyes closed, for you lean in and kiss him and he hums when your lips finally meet him; but you’re pulling away too soon, and his turn to pout, “More.”

He doesn’t open his eyes, doesn’t dare let you see just how desperate he is for you to touch him and claim him, but there’s an overwhelming sense of pride and happiness and mine mine mine that washes over him when you indulge him with another kiss. And another, and another, and soon he’s turning his head to make sure you hit his cheek instead, opening his eyes to catch the shock on your face. A glance over your head allows him to see his reflection in your vanity, blood rushing to his cheeks when he catches sight of his lipstick stain on his face.

He’s a bit disappointed when you firmly tell him that, no, he cannot walk into your dinner reservation with a lipstick stain on his cheek and that you won’t leave with him until he washes it off. He lets you, only because he makes you promise him one more, watching with greedy eyes as you happily waste another layer of lipstick just to bring Satoru’s hand to your face and kiss the inside of his wrist. The mark protrudes only the slightest bit under the cuff of his shirt, hidden completely with his blazer, but it feels like it burns his skin and all his layers throughout dinner.

Satoru’s practically vibrating by the time he’s asking for the check, the glimpse of his lipstick stained wrist enough to make him half-hard and delusional enough to turn down dessert in favor of getting home quickly. “It’s okay,” he muses, when he’s back on top of you, mouth and neck and collars messy with you naked under him, “I know how you can make it up to me.”

[samanthamulder]

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WEXLER-MCGILL — partners at law in crime

[rvsirene]

Red Velvet as Pokemon Trainers (insp by @yoohyeontual 's series)