#and i asked him permission to do this

[l0rd-0f-c0ws]

I frequently feel completely isolated no matter how much I talk to people. So that's fun

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Bonus 13: Beware the Grapes of Wrath.

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[anjasitdown]

Yoshida looks so good

Happy new year to tatsuki fujimoto and to tatsuki fujimoto only thank you for bringing yoshida back

[touchlikethesun]

shen qingqiu is a very tactile person imo, he likes playing with binghe and finding excuses to touch him but in like a weird way bc he’s shen qingqiu and he’s just a bit to the left yk. like the headpats we know, he is obsessed with bingbing’s curls (cf. the little braid also same shizun), but he’d also do things like grab binghe’s hand and manually move his fingers like testing the joints, he’d squish binghe’s face - not hard, not to hurt - but just to see the way it moves, deforming with his manipulations and bouncing back into place. they’re laying cuddled up and shen qingqiu is pressing a finger to seemingly random spots on binghe’s body and muttering under his breath, and it’s not until shen qingqiu makes them change positions that binghe realises he’s counting all his moles and freckles. there’s also the lap sitting and generally wanting to be close, to touch, but this specific kind of methodical almost experimental touching is v much shen qingqiu to me

[rowrowronnie]

anyone remember that pyro is a robot headcanon? yeah um erm i also remembered that and also sorta maybe mightve gotten carried away a little bit.. tee hee..

[little-pondhead]

Some fic because I love your au, Fenton is gender brainrot, and little baby dan cracks me up. Full disclosure, my only familiarity with DC is DP crossover fanfic, and a Batman movie I fell asleep during. (If I had a better grasp on the characters I would totally write more :(( i love interactions) also sorry for the weird spacing. Idk why tumblr did that

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There was an empty cardboard box on the table of the Justice League’s main conference room. Taped on the top flap, next to a doodle of Fenton’s logo, was a jump drive.

Heaving a sigh, Batman plugged it in and pulled up his screen on the projector. The drive, which was named “little baby dan’s evil playtime”, contained two files; WATCH_ME_FIRST.mp4 and its-a-secreeeet.pdf. He clicked on the video file, and immediately the projector filled with a blurry close-up of Fenton’s goggles.

After a moment of fiddling with the camera, Fenton stepped back, giving a cheery wave. His lab coat and goggles were a pastel pink, which was new. “Heeeeya, Bats! Whoever else is there! If you’re watching this, you probably weren’t there when I dropped the box off, aaand it’s probably empty.”

He clapped his hands together gleefully. “And Connie, if you’re there, this is payback for cussing around my daughter.” Batman was instantly relieved that Constantine wasn’t on base. Hopefully the situation wouldn’t require Constantine’s expertise. (Or any of the Justice League Dark. Fenton seemed determined to drive them all to an early grave with his casual refusal to acknowledge the supernatural air around him.)

“Now, as you’re all heroes, I’m sure you’re all familiar with the whole,” Fenton paused for a moment, as if searching for the proper words. “”You ate a burger on a Tuesday or something equally inane, and it kickstarted a series of events that led to you going insane and evil and murdering 95% of the Earth’s population and now you must fight your evil alternate self, because your time-controlling cryptid Peepaw said so,” shtick, so I’ll skip the backstory. Say hi to Dan!” Fenton grabbed the camera, and Batman quickly jotted down several notes about the concerning number of things the boy had just said.

The camera swiveled around to show Nightingale, holding a strange beast in a manner that reminded Batman of an “elongated cat meme” Nightwing had shown him when he was still a Robin. The creature bared a maw full of razor sharp fangs at the camera. Nightingale adjusted her grip to hold the creature’s paw and make it wave, which evoked a deep growl.

“Haha, he’d kill me if I did that. Dan likes Nightingale much more than he likes me.”

“Because the worst she has ever done is attempt to shoot me.”

The camera had moved, so Batman couldn’t visually confirm that the deep voice had come from the creature, but the voice didn’t match any of Fenton’s previously revealed companions. “Yeah yeah, her aim sucked back then.” Fenton gave the camera a toothy grin that was only slightly less unnerving than the creature’s. “Dan’s not technically me, he’s much more like Dani, actually, but the world would probably end again if we left him with his other... What did you call him?” Fenton glanced offscreen.

“Bane of my accursed existence.”

Fenton chucked. “The other half responsible for his existence.” Batman added more notes to his file. “So, yeah, Clocky left him with us for a bit to help along his rehab. But a certain psychologist-in-training I know says that repressing rage isn’t healthy, and even without a lot of his powers, he can wipe out most of a city in- what, an hour? We tested it. It was around an hour.”

Everyone present shared a look of deep concern. As if able to see their reaction, Fenton quickly held up his hands in surrender. “Don’t worry! Clocky reset it. Approximately zero people have died from Dan in this timeline.”

“Yet.” Came a furious rumble from off-screen.

“Yes, you’re very scary.” They heard Nightingale coo.

Fenton laughed. “Yeah, we need him- and all of you, -out of our hair for a bit while we concoct more evil plans, and you’re all the least likely to die to him, so you get to babysit! Thanks!”

He reached to shut off the camera before pausing and turning away. “Foley! Which of the furries is the one who really likes animals?”

“Man, do you realize how that sounds out of context?” Foley laughed. “I think Tim said it’s the little one. Damian?”

Fenton nodded and turned back to the camera. “Don’t let Damian try to adopt Dan. Or anyone. Dan will bite their hands off. I mean it!” To emphasize his point, he removed one of his hands.

Batman sighed and added “ability to remove limbs” to a list of Fenton’s powers.

“I’ll include a list of “tasks”” Fenton’s disembodied hand made finger quotes, “we gave Dan to keep him occupied. There’s some at the bottom for you guys. They’re mostly just blatant abuse of his powers for the sake of fun and science. I’d appreciate it if you’d let him mark things off the list and add notes on how it goes. Or you can do it. Or I can steal your cameras. Your choice.”

He thought for a second. “I think you’re supposed to leave, like, pizza money or something, but I don’t think you can get pizza delivered to space. Anyway, thanks for letting me blab your ears off while Dan’s probably committing war crimes for twelve minutes. For your sake, I hope he inherited my interest in space. Good luck! Thanks for babysitting!”

Waving with his still detached hand, Fenton ended the video. Batman closed it and opened the PDF as the few other members present murmured amongst themselves. Most of the pages were filled with a curling script Batman didn’t recognize. The fourth page had a huge, bolded header, reading JP TASKS.

The door opened and shut in half a second as the Flash burst in. “Superman!” The speedster wailed. “I can’t get this thing off of me!”

The Flash waved his arm around, sending small droplets of blood flying as he tried to dislodge the creature sinking his teeth into the speedster’s arm. Batman raised an eyebrow beneath his cowl as Superman quickly lent his super strength in attempt to pry the creature’s jaw open. Dan didn’t budge.

Well, he could certainly see the family resemblance been Fenton, Dani, and Dan. Shaking his head, he turned back to the list.

Task 1: Find Dan. He’s probably attacking someone.

He highlighted the text and crossed it out. This was going to be a long shift.

[Anon, this is me crying over the wonderful gift you have given me. You bastard.]

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"Do you think Fenton's regeneration powers extend to his..." Green Lantern frowned, trying to remember the word the kid had used but coming up blank. "I dunno. But do you think if we cut off little Dan here, he'll heal back up with no problem?" He gestured helplessly to the scene in front of him. Flash was still screeching about the beast on his arm, and now Superman and Wonder Woman were trying to pry him off. Batman was standing to the side, silently bemoaning the lack of quiet. He just wanted one peaceful shift. Just one. Please.

"I'd like to see you try, hero. And I'm not little." Dan spoke, startling all of them. His grip on Flash's arm tightened, making the speedster squeal before releasing the man and spitting out a mouthful of his blood. Batman noticed that his mouth didn't move despite the clearly spoken words. In fact, when Dan closed his mouth, it was like he didn't have one at all.

"So you do speak!" Superman marveled.

"Of course I do. I am not unintelligent, unlike you lot."

Despite his pain, Flash still made sounds of protest that everyone promptly ignored.

Superman flushed. "I just wasn't sure. It was hard to tell in the video."

"Ah, yes. The video that the Fenton menace sent you. Was there a note for me in the flash drive?"

"Uh, no." In one of his less finer moments, Green Lantern stuttered over his words and moved in front of Batman, obviously lying. Dan merely growled and flew through both men, heading straight for the giant monitor. Batman barely suppressed a shiver. Density shifting? Might as well add it to the list. He could see Martian Manhunter, who was in the back of the room, tilt his head at the display.

Dan ignored the room as he used his entire body to manipulate the computer mouse and scrolled back up to the top of the page. Staring intently at the scribbles no one could make out, the heroes could do nothing but shoot each other nervous and confused glances. More than a few of them jumped when Dan chuckled deeply. Honestly, his tiny body was at complete odds with his baritone voice.

"Maybe rehab will be fun if he's letting me do this." Dan sneered, flashing their reflections a sharp fang. No one wanted to ask what exactly he was in rehab for. The little beast turned his gaze to Batman. "You are the one called Batman, who rules the cursed city, correct?" The dark hero nodded, not trusting himself to say anything. "Excellent. You will be my chaperone for now, just as Fenton decreed it. Good luck, mortal man. Pray, I do not destroy your home a second time."

Without any time to unpack that conversation, Dan promptly disappeared from view. Some blinking text caught his attention, and Batman scrolled back down to the English text, glancing at the next few items on the list.

Task 2: Do not let Dan read his portion of this letter until you have a way to track him. There is no containing him.

Task 3: Keep him with a chaperone at all times. (If you can)

Task 4: Do not let Dan back into Gotham unless you're fine with a sudden decrease in the clown population.

Task 5: Take him for a walk in Death Valley. He likes hunting lizards.

Task 6: Make sure he goes down for his 2pm nap every day.

Task 7: He'll ask for it, but do not give him any burgers for mealtime. It upsets his stomach.

Task 8: Dan gets ONE(1) sweet after dinner before brushing his teeth. Those green pop rocks Batman always carries will do fine; he likes those. :)

A sudden alarm blared from his wristwatch, making Batman tear his eyes away from the screen, indicating an emergency at Arkham. This time, Batman actually sighed out loud. There was more to the list, but right now, he really needed to find their new charge before he killed the Joker, from the sound of it.

[tommarvoloriddlesdiary]

Harry Potter is something of an impossibility and an inevitability all at once.

Tom has only started to understand and come to terms with this recently. In the darker hours of his harsher nights, when anger and rage come like maelstrom waves, the comforting weight of Harry’s hand on his shoulder guides and steadies him, mooring him ashore. He may rock, nearly tip, but Harry is always there noose-tight.

Hush, he says. Sit with me.

Tom does. His reeling no match to Harry’s.

A hollow longing is replaced and forgotten in his presence, and Tom thinks - I could love him.

[worstloki]

Series of street videos but it's Peter Parker trying to introduce different spices to Asgard

[mayaskribbles]

Hey! I saw you drew him before for a commission, but I would love to see your take on Yumihiko Ichiyanagi as a sketch for fun rather then a requirement!

say hello to my son stupid poopy head . he is 2 days old and he like to eat sand.

[moonshynecybin]

just remembered vale being like. i don’t know what they let marc race post-surgery. sick and evil and twisted

need him to start secretly paying off motogp doctors to prevent marc from racing which HE says is 'eliminating the competition' but really its just like. making them do their jobs and keep that lunatic off a bike when his bones are broken

[firstroseofspring]

b’elanna vs her mother at similar ages, plus some sketches!

[kelin-is-writing]

Girl, you're an immature aspiring writer (key word: aspiring) who is shitting on Horikoshi's work even though your entire fucking blog is literally dedicated to Hori's work. How pathetic and hypocritical must you be. There is a reason why people rather talk to you anonymously rather than directly because frankly you're an embarrassment and a loser. Your misandry needs to be dealt with. Stop blaming all real life men for you unhappiness with the MHA ending. That the fault of one man, not billions of other men. Just because you're pissed and throwing tantrums doesn't mean you have to blame all men. That's extremely childish though not surprising since you're blog itself looks childish. Why are you even watching MHA, its clearly not for misandrists like you. In case you forgot MHA is a Shonen manga/anime so you're clearly not wanted. You're not the type of audience that Hori wants in the first place. You rather talk about useless characters like Rei Todoroki or squeal about a man's attractiveness rather than the watch and assess the actual fights/battles. Seriously. Stop watching MHA and go watch sailor moon or some shojo shit.

Yo I know, I’m childish and immature that reeeeeeally sucks man. Doesn’t change the fact that you still are a misogynist, abuser and rapist defender, childish, immature, rude, mannerless, ignorant and a gaslighter who came on their own in my childish blog, to ask for my childish opinion though. You did, and are still doing all this on your own accord, so guess who’s the real hypocrite here honey 🤭

[supjello]

You know that "I had to unfollow NASA 'cause it made me too craaaaazzzyyyy" reaction image? that's me with gumworth. I think about them for more than two seconds and start getting all flustered

[stiffyck]

Just remembered the time when a random dude tried to kiss me.

I sold him a ticket. He was being all flirty and I was not interested. I was doing my job, he was on our train without a ticket and he was a dickhead. I was very clear with the fact that I was not interested in him.

I sell him his low-cost ticket and send him on his way to the back of the train where people with a low-cost ticket are supposed to be.

Two stations later when he's getting off he comes up to me while I'm standing outside of the train, waiting and looking if anyone needs any help, and he walks up to me, doesn't say a thing and puts his finger under my chin and TRIES TO LEAN IN FOR A KISS.

I move away. obviously. Very visibly angry.

He tries to go for it AGAIN and this time I step away and he finally leaves.

If he tried it again I would have slapped him.

This is such a random thing but it still baffles me that this man I have never seen before, tried to KISS ME. TWICE. WHILE I WAS DOING MY JOB.

[sparklecryptid]

In the Maglor-has-a-son 'verse, combined with both the cousins and the two OC daughters of Maglor 'verses you've come up with - well. It occurs to me that if you toss Celebrimbor in there, you have seven grandchildren of Feanor. (Seven grandchildren. Seven sons. The years roll and the wheel turns, and stories loves a pattern.)

Caladion does not expect to have more siblings. He does not expect for Ruiniel to toss him over her shoulder in front of all the other smiths and carrying out of the designated smithing area to plop him in front of two women and the rest of his cousins and he most certainly does not expect for one of the women in front of him to be silent.

The Song does not join in harmony. It slides off of the dark, curly haired woman in front of Caladion like water falling from a seals back.

It’s annoying. The Song shouldn’t act like that. Everything is a Song. Everything sings.

This woman doesn’t. It puzzles him. It puzzles the ghosts on either side of him. Caladion remains silent and listens.

The table is silent as Caladion and the two women seize each other up.

Caladion makes the first move. A single note breaks through the air and coaxes Song from the woman. She does not speak. The Music does not come from her lips but from her soul as it stumbles and falters and reaches a harmony with the Song around her.

“Oh,” Anordil says and that’s her name, that’s his sister, “What - Why is everything so loud?” She turns toward the silver haired woman with scars on her lips as if to ask for help. “Is it always like this?”

“Most of the time,” the silver haired woman agrees, “You get used to it.”

Anordil groans.

Saeleth can’t help but laugh.

“Aw shit,” she cackles and Huan boofs disapprovingly, “Caladion, what did you do!” Saeleth pauses for a moment and studies Anordil. “Wait I know you.”

“No you don’t,” Anordil’s response is immediate, “You know nothing.”

“You’re the one that brought that stupid mortals keep down around him!”

Calemir and Ruiniel share a look.

Celebrimbor turns his head to the sky and despairs.

Caladion sips his wine with his forge gloves still on.

The other woman - Caladion’s sister the Song swirls around her like a sheathed weapon - shakes her head.

“Was that the time you almost got married?”

“He tried to marry me,” Anordil corrects, “I said no.”

“Rather adamantly it seems,” Ruiniel crosses her arms across her chest as she speaks. She looks mildly impressed. No small feat considering who and what Ruiniel is.

“Linavron brought an entire city to ruin! I think I can get away with destroying a keep or two!”

The table turns their gaze toward Caladion’s other sister.

Linavron sips her wine delicately.

“It was a city of slavers and other such things,” Linavron says with no ounce of regret in her voice, “They deserved it.”

Ruiniel blinks as if several dots connected.

“That city in south-east - Mor - the rebellion that was sparked - that was you?”

Linavron looks Ruiniel in the eyes.

“It was needed.”

Ruiniel tosses her head back and laughs.

Linavron turns her attention to Celebrimbor who doesn’t look uncomfortable but wary.

“I won’t turn your city upside down,” Linarvon says. She pauses a moment before adding. “Unless you need me to.”

“Thanks for the offer,” Celebrimbor says dryly and he reminds Caladion of Curufin in that moment, “I’ll think about it.”

Calemir shakes his head.

“I’m too old for this.”

The table pauses and everyone’s attention shifts to the two women who joined them.

“Who has seniority?” Calemir asks innocently.

Neither of them are expecting Anordil and Linavron to share a look.

Linavron shrugs.

“I remember the Sun rising for the first time,” she offers, “I suppose that makes me the oldest after Lord Celebrimbor.”

“Just Celebrimbor,” the man in question corrects, “We’re family.”

[aleespace-art]

LOOK WHAT MY 15 Y.O BROTHER DREW ON MY IPAD HOLY MOLY—

IN FUCKING IPAD NOTES