#Thomas actually used to hate

[sodor-spirit]

⚡️⚡️ Full battle armour/War veteran Thomas ⚡️⚡️

Once the WWI styled trench coat comes on, start running because he’ll no longer hold back.

[castorfell]

Duncan and Sir Handel shouldve had an episode together me thinks

[fossilizedhysterics]

sanders sides beach episode when

[iamweak]

bruce is the type of person to not really use pet names for his partners but save them and exclusively only use them for his kids

[call-me-oracle]

barbara gordon in batman #149

bonus:

[junespriince]

Flowers floating in the dark void au

Dick, at his desk overwhelmed:

Wally, walking in: ah, found him Jay, thanks for the help.

Jason (Thanos): yeah, yeah, happy to help, just get him out of there.

Wally, smile: of course. *Shuts the door, walks over to Dick leaning on the desk* hey my love, it's spring time, ya know.

Dick, still doing paperwork, not listening: I'll get to it later, put it in the pile Jay.

Wally, sighs and grabs Dick's face: I don't like being ignored, my love.

Dick, blushing again (and he'll do it again!!): o-oh, sweetheart, I didn't know you were coming to visit, it's spring isn't it?

Wally, smiles again: yes, that's why I came down here. Now put this paperwork up and be with me instead.

Dick: I would, but I can't go on a date right now, I have to get these all sorted out and —

Wally, let's go of his face: I don't need you for a date, I need you to be my little bee and pollinate me, honey.

Dick, confused:

Dick, still confused:

Dick, got it: OH! I uh... *Throws paper work to the floor not caring and got up* of course, why didn't you lead with that.

Wally: thought I was being obvious.

Next meeting with the gods, minus Wally working hard that day

Dick, looking at the floor, very disheveled, bite marks and hickeys on show: I uh, I didn't get to finish my work.

Bruce, glaring at him, thinking some human has distracted him: I can see.

Jason, trying hard not to laugh:

Tim (Ares), looking away because he can't hide his grin:

Damian (Hermes), sighs in disappointment:

Steph (Artemis): oh we're so gonna have to meet this, wildflower, of yours.

Duke (Ouranos): damn,,, and I thought Hal (Dionysus) was bad.

Hal: rude!

Cass (psyche): well, at least you're not stressed anymore.

Kori (Aphrodite), smirking: I'll say.

Dick, blushing even harder: sh-shut up....

Iris (Demeter), glaring: so that's where he went.

Bruce, confused: you know which human did this to him?

Iris: he's not human.

Bruce: oh.

Bruce: OH! Iris, please, don't kill my son we don't have a replacement for his work, and I love my kid.

Dick, glares at Bruce: why my work at front? Why is it important, dad?

Iris, glaring at Bruce: yeah, Bruce, why ain't your love for your child not first?

Bruce, scared: I-I... I'm keeping my mouth shut.

Dick and Iris: good.

[catenary-chad]

I cheer on the coaches roasting Rusty because I’ve always clocked him as a Thomas ripoff and fucking hate Thomas as a character so it’s like “YES PLEASE BULLY RECOLORED TRAIN SCRAPPY DOO! HARDER! KILL HIM EVEN!”. God that series made me so sick of small steam engines and there’s only MORE when you look at other talking train media. Bashing on them is like bashing Disney princesses, they’re such a cliche it feels SO good to smack them down a peg (yet so few actually do it). My interpretations of the show are basically train Shrek lol

(that and I just think of what a nuisance a twee steam shunter would be on an actual mainline. Like a horse and buggy or slooooow tractor blocking a highway.)

[cerenemuxse]

Damn, Thomas, who let you have two pretty partners?

[deviousdiesel]

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[jaylovesfish]

Playin genshin again (cringe) and just ruined my guaranteed kazuha by doing a random pull on yoimias banner... I'm fucking killing myself

[fazcinatingblog]

I think I had a dream that Mason Cox had a girlfriend and I don't know why my subconscious would send me something like that and

[toxtricityamped]

mutuals posting abt tpn again is reminding me of how I was like FUCKED UP obsessed with it in like 2018/19 when I was just starting middle school and I would buy every new volume each month or two when it came out and would force my best friend to listen to me give a summary of the entire series during pe class. the good old days

[vincent-frankenstein]

who was that. that was not Janus who was that

[boogiewoogieweeb]

#it always strikes me how naturally jopson takes to command #being promoted from steward to 5th in command of the whole freaking thing might make someone a bit wary #to give orders and take control of a whole situation like that #but my man has no problem figuring out what needs doing and keeps a cool head! #i want to put him in a terrarium and tap on the glass - @marshmallow--galaxies

THE TERROR ▸ 1.08 terror camp clear

[amplexadversary]

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[kitasuno]

dating the love and deepspace boys | domestic moments

featuring: rafayel, xavier, and zayne x gn!reader

(´• ω •`) ♡ modern au! can you guys tell raf is my favorite..?

rafayel

a year younger than you. lies to everyone (including you) that he’s actually two years your senior. you only found out he was younger than you when you met his parents, who have his birth certificate framed. 

hates cats. despises them. they fill him with rage (fear). says he’s allergic (he’s lying).

“oh shit raf, this sucks! i guess you can’t move in with me.. i have cats”

“...you have cats?”

“yeah. 3.”

“i’m not allergic. i can move in tonight.”

chronically online. minoring in marine biology and majoring in annoying you. texts you over 200 times a day and if you don’t respond, he’s faking a horrible chronic illness. again. it’s amnesia on wednesdays, appendicitis on thursdays, chronic migraines on fridays… etc..

he has 2 followers on his private twitter. you and thomas. 

over 700k followers on instagram for some reason? he sells paintings on depop (he says it's depop but you’re convinced he sells them for heinous prices on the black market) 

cooks on occasion? has an apron that says kiss me im irish (he's not irish?) made you a tuna cupcake once?? 

pescatarian. not in the vegan/vegetarian way where he refuses to eat red meat but because he’s absolutely feral over fish. (is this cannibalism? he says its not)

lives in a 2 bedroom apartment with you but doesn’t use his bedroom. says your bed is comfier. turned his bedroom into a painting studio (IT’S for the black market you say!!) and sleeps with you. 

“raf,” you sigh. “don’t you have.. homework or something?” 

he sits between your legs, back against your chest as he scrolls through his phone. 

“yeah,” he says. you flick the back of his head because you know he’s smirking. “it’s called assignment: you. due in two minutes.” 

with his free hand, he reaches back mindlessly to grab yours. you sigh, fingers intertwining with his, a reflex as he leans his head back. his eyes meet yours and you can’t help but laugh. 

“well?” you ask, brushing his hair out of his eyes as he squeezes your hand. “what are the assignment details?” 

he chews on the bottom of his lip as he thinks, humming while his eyes wander across your face. he swings your interlocked hands in circles. it’s raining outside, the heater is on, and rafayel is warm like hot chocolate. 

“what?” he says, his cheeks a tinge pink. “you’re looking at me like that again.” a pause. he turns, his head now buried in your chest.

“just studying my homework.” you say, hands instinctively wrapping around his back. the laundry machine is running in the background, rain is falling against the window, and you faintly hear your rice cooker dinging in the kitchen. home, you think, is with rafayel.

“i can hear your heartbeat.” he says, voice muffled. “it’s super fast. you like me or something?” 

“i really like you.” you say, without skipping a beat. rafayel groans into your chest, sighing in discontent. 

“no fair. i’m supposed to be the flirter.” 

you press a kiss onto the top of his head and you feel his body melt into yours. the two of you fall into a warm silence, his breath steady as he traces paintings into your neck. 

“raf?” you mumble, eyes drooping. he hums in response. “did you pass your assignment?” 

he smiles. “with flying colors.” 

xavier

chronic napper. (yapper?) 

has 100 late assignments. failing all of his classes yet got into the top university in your country because he got a perfect score on his entrance exams. you thought he was a nepo baby (turns out he’s just.. smart?)

his procrastination rubs off on you… he is the WORST distraction and he knows it. so smug about it and uses it to his own advantage. will perch on top of you when you’re studying and kiss down your neck until you go to sleep with him. 

lives in the apartment on top of yours but is at your house most days, if not all. you ask him to move in.

“am i not already.. living with you?” 

“don’t you still have your apartment, though?”

“yeah..?”

 is that good for the economy?? is it financially smart? not at all, but he’s too lazy to move out and put his apartment up for lease. 

xavier sleeps with his legs entangled with yours and his arms wrapped tightly around your chest. the air conditioning hums in the background as you scroll mindlessly on your phone, dimming the brightness as you hear xavier stir. 

“sorry xav, did i wake you up?” you ask. he doesn’t respond, blinking the sleep out of his eyes as he glares at your phone. 

“xavier?” you question, swallowing a laugh at his ruffled hair and disheveled clothes. 

“phone down.” he says, voice raspy with sleep and an octave lower than usual. you raise an eyebrow at him. 

“can i get a pretty please in this economy?” 

xavier’s eyes narrow as he snatches your phone away, snoozing the device and placing it on the nightstand next to you. his lips ghost your neck, pressing kisses against your skin as he mumbles incoherently in the dark of your bedroom. 

“xavier-” you breathe, giggling at the sensation. “that tickles!” 

he nips at your neck. 

“bedtime. now.” 

zayne

3 years older than you 

he literally has his whole life together at 27 which scares you so much

“my credit card is your credit card” typa boyfriend

cooks. cleans. has a 9-5. you’re interning at the hospital that he works at (he’s head doctor!!)

you’re just a sweet little intern and zayne is the big bad monster!! everyone at work thinks he hates you because he’s extra strict on you. doesn’t give you any special treatment, ‘ignores’ you most days (but also slips meals into your locker and hands you heat packs on cold days in the hospital)

no one knows he’s dating you until one day someone sees you leaving in zaynes car. 

“oh, you carpool with doctor zayne?”

“huh? no, we live together.”

“you WHAT???”

he’s a virgo……. erm……

the two of you get ready together in the morning. his guard is down when he’s sleepy and he’ll cling to you as he brushes his teeth and does his hair.

you wake up to the cold night breeze, blinking the sleep out of your eyes and shivering as you scan your surroundings. you yelp as you meet the attentive gaze of your boyfriend. 

“huh? whuh? huh?” you splutter, squirming as zayne holds you tighter. he’s carrying you bridal style in his arms, his jacket around your shoulders as the two of you walk to his car. you see the bright lights of akso hospital fading away behind the two of you. 

“it’s two am,” he says calmly, placing you down gently as he opens your car door for you. “you waited for my shift to end. again.” 

you smile bashfully, rubbing the back of your head. “well, i didn’t wanna just leave you!” 

zayne clicks his tongue against the roof of his mouth, eyebrows furrowed but gaze warm. he guides you into your seat, clicking your seatbelt in place. 

“you can nap on the way home,” he says, closing the door and sliding into his side of the car. 

the heater’s on already- courtesy of his super expensive electric car. he fastens his own seatbelt and hands you a hot tea and bread from the hospital vending machine. 

“drink up. doctor’s orders.” 

you grin before he leans over to press a kiss on your lips. 

“thank you for waiting for me.”