#and to every writer out there

[lilybug-02]

It's the bug gang!

Bug Fact: Caterpillars have 12 eyes! Kinda. They have simple eyes called, stemmata, all along their body. Vision is very blurry.

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Volume 2 Masterpost

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[hurtspideyparker]

tony stark who is openly bisexual but nobody realizes because they think that's just his Personality™

*talks about how hot certain men are* he's so honest

*flirts with men constantly* oh how charming and friendly

*holding hands and cuddling with his boyfriends* what an affectionate guy

*gets photographed kissing/feeling men up at parties* Stark really likes to party hard

*blatantly comments about having sex with men* haha what a jokester

*talks about his broad taste, experience, and openness* such a playboy and womanizer

*goes to queer clubs and events* he's a great ally and networker

and this has been going on since his MIT days.

[jomeimei421]

Felt a bit nostalgic watching RT shut down…Here are the og faves again for old times sake 💙

[kettlefire]

As Good as Good Gets (DP X DC Snippet)

Richard "Dick" Grayson is the golden child. In the eyes of the public, and in the eyes of the league. Dick is a sweet, caring son, a man who went from being a sidekick to being a hero. The pipeline from Robin to Nightwing had many people applauding his dedication to keeping Gotham safe.

No one knew the full story, not truly. No one but Bruce Wayne himself. And maybe a certain butler. Many don't know that Dick only became Robin to stop him from hunting down and killing the man who killed his parents.

No one really knows about the harsh fights and arguments he has had with Bruce. The times when Dick would find himself cut off from the Wayne name for a week or so. No one knows that the first person Dick warmed up to was Alfred. Having been bribed with cookies.

Things weren't always this good, trusting, happy relationship between Bruce and Dick. It had been a rough ride, a complicated one. But that was okay, because it got better.

Dick stopped being so moody and angsty. He grew up, he learned, and he changed. He became an older brother, found people that needed him. Needed him in a way that the citizens of Gotham didn't need him.

His brothers like to call him annoying. A goody two shoes who Bruce trusted more than everyone else. They couldn't fathom how someone like Dick could be so stupid and bubbly at all times.

All times, except when shit hits the fans. Despite the name calling, despite coining Dick as the stupid Wayne. They all knew better. They knew that when it mattered, Dick Grayson always pulled through. He was a force to be reckoned with when needed.

The whole Wayne family was a force to be reckoned with when called for. It didn't have to be under the guise of costumes and vigilante acts. Whether he was Officer Grayson or Nightwing, Dick was a man with his morals and values.

One night on patrol as Officer Grayson, Dick found someone who needed that force. A force willing to protect and care for the innocent. The hurt. The damaged, yet still good.

It started like any other night. A call of shots fired by an empty warehouse. There was no sighting or knowledge of any rouges being there, so Dick took the call. Told the team he'll contact them if it seems more than just a civilian incident.

The warehouse was dark, reeked of copper and oil. It didn't take long for Dick to find the trail. The liquid he found looked like the person had been dragged before walking. There was a clear struggle, even with the mess and emptiness that was the warehouse.

That wasn't Dick's biggest concern. The concern lay in just how much blood there was. Too much for any normal person to lose and still manage to stumble through the warehouse.

It wasn't just blood. It wasn't that much, but Dick could spot the strangeness in the liquid. The mixed in green that had an eerily similar color and glow as a certain pit.

Without thinking, Dick followed the trail. Barely remembering to make contact with his family. Give them an update on what he found. Words telling him to stay put for backup went in one ear and out the other.

Something in Dick's gut was telling him he couldn't wait. He needed to find the source. Whoever was currently bleeding out in this warehouse. He silenced the comm, moving further through the dimly lit building.

Then Dick found it. Or more so, he found him. It was just a boy. A boy that reminded Dick too much of the youngest Wayne. A boy sat against a wall, looking pale and weak.

Red and green coated the front of the boy's shirt, arms wrapped tightly around his middle. An attempt to stem the bleeding. A puddle had already started to form beneath the boy, and Dick moved without thinking once again.

He quickly found himself kneeling beside the boy, hands carefully reaching out. Before Dick even touched him, the boy flinched. Eyelids suddenly opened, wide and terrified blue eyes landed on Dick's.

In just that one look, Dick knew what he had to do. The haunting, terrified, and pained look in the boy's eyes told Dick everything he needed to know. The boy was in danger. Someone had hurt this kid, and it was clear it wasn't the first time.

The boy struggled weakly against Dick's touch, terrified whimpers, and barely coherent pleas spilled from the kid's lips. It had Dick's heart aching, clear as day the poor kid has been through hell and back.

It took a lot of reassurance, gentle touches, and promises of help before the kid let Dick take a look at the bleeding wound. A promise on Dick's soul had been the final thing that earned him any semblance of trust. A strange promise, but Dick was willing to make it.

That concern turned to pure anger the moment Dick managed to pull the sticky shirt away from the wound. The sight of a Y-incision cut perfectly into the skin, stitches tight on the skin, but blood still leaking heavily from the wound.

It didn't take long for Dick to realize why. Despite the perfect surgical care of the wound, a good couple of stitches had broken. Leaving gaping spots for that red and green liquid to pour out of.

The boy was deathly silent, tears streaking down his cheek as wide blue eyes stayed trained on Dick. In that moment, Dick knew he had to help. Had to get the kid to safety, patch him up, and find out what kind of monster would do this.

It didn't matter if the kid was human or not. It didn't matter if the kid had special abilities or not. No one, absolutely no one, deserved to be vivisected.

The kid was shrouded in mystery, but that mystery only seemed to grow and become clearer when Bruce had entered the scene. The boy had tensed, eyes flashing a bright glowing green.

Lazarus pit green.

It set a pit of dread in Dick's gut. His mind brings forward memories of Jason. Jason, after his revival, after his dip in that cursed pit. The same flash that his brother would get if he got too angry. Too emotional.

As much as Dick wanted to focus on finding who did this, if it had any connection to Ra's al Ghul. He couldn't. Not when the kid tried to get up, to pull away as Bruce and the others made their way closer.

Right now, Dick only cared about making sure the boy was okay. Fixing those stitches, getting him a meal, and a warm bed.

He needed to get this kid someplace where he felt safe and secure. Comfortable and protected. Dick wasn't sure why. Maybe it was the promise he had made, but he wasn't letting anyone get to the kid.

That included his family. As strange as it seemed, Dick put himself between the others and the kid. Shooting them all a glare that they had only ever seen a handful of times.

Dick lifted the poor boy up in his arms, cradling the crying child close as he led the way out of the warehouse. Ignoring the questions or confusion coming from Bruce and the others. As Dick walked, feeling the trembling boy clinging to him, he made a rather obvious realization.

Maybe the eldest son really was more like Bruce than he expected. Just a few short moments the the boy, a boy that Dick didn't know his name, and he was ready to pull out adoption papers. To give the boy a safety he so desperately needs.

Give him the chance that Bruce had given him all those years ago.

[poison-into-positivity]

“David Jenkins reposted” what if I played in traffic.

[paracosm-draw]

I love when they fall in love slowly, quietly, as easily as breathing, when they wake up one day and realize "oh, that's it". I love when they fall in love hard and fast and when it drops on them like a bomb and they don't know what to do with it. I love when they fall in love over misunderstandings, when they are angry and ashamed about it. I love when they fall in love when they shouldn't. I love when they fall in love at first sight. I love when they fall in love and confess only when they think they're dying. I love when they fall in love and everyone around them can see it except for them. I love when they fall in love and then fall in love over and over again. I love when they fall in love and then fall out of love and then fall in love again (because the love was always there.) I love when they fall in love and the whole world has to know about it. I love when they fall in love at the wrong time and spend their life missing each other, until they find the right time. I love when they fall in love in every universe, with every version of each other.

I love when they fall in love.

[centaur-dreaming]

All fic writers have that one document in their drafts that would end their entire career, social life, everything if anyone irl were to find it

[krysmcscience]

The Lamb is malicious in a funny way and the Goat is funny in a malicious way. No, I will not elaborate.

Anyway, everyone give thanks to the Lamb for interrupting what was sure to be a very boring and patronizing PSA from their grouchy cat hubby. Truly, they are doing God's work. Granted, the Lamb canonically is God now, so, uh. Mostly they're just doing their own work.

Speaking of their grouchy cat hubby, yes this is absolutely still Narilamb, Narinder is 100% into his goofy-ass spouse always no matter what and we all know it, he just wasn't expecting his brand new adopted kid to share the same single goofy-ass brain cell as the Lamb. :)

[jessmalia]

JO AND MAL AES IN TV AND FILM: 78/? Parks and Recreation | Campaign Ad 4.12

[arelliann]

Pre-season 4 steddie just consumes my whole heart like nothing else because like, what if we fell in love, but not because we were forced together by horrifying forces beyond our control, but instead just because we put in the effort to learn to trust and love and understand one another despite outward appearances and personal biases

[the-one-that-weeps]

Every time someone in this godforsaken fandom says "I think we've talked about misogyny enough" I want to hit them with a hammer. No we haven't.

We haven't even talked about the deep "Ruikasa&Akitoya Vs. literally everyone else" imbalance enough but imagine all of the people that get pressured into writing specifically for male/male ships simply because otherwise they won't get any appreciation.

Yes it's a cowardly thing but when you see Ruikasa having over 4000 fics and Ichisaki having like 5 in total obviously you're going to be discouraged. Obviously you'll be biased into creating Ruikasa instead of other ships.

And as someone who depends on appreciation in particular to do any work at all obviously that's going to have a lasting consequence. Some people spend 4 hours crying in front of a screen just for 3 people to like their work and leave, it's understandable if they lose passion for creating at all, you guys killed them.

It's even in how we handle m/m ships. You go into a fic that's tagged Rui&Tsukasa(platonic), someone in the comments always goes "okay but when do they kiss". You go to an action-packed longfic, someone always ends up going "okay but when do they kiss".

Fuck you guys. Actually. This is a silly piano tiles game about Hatsune Miku, we should be one of the MOST CREATIVE fandoms in history and somehow people still get mad over two boys not kissing immediately after getting introduced. It's so fucking difficult being a content creator in this fandom because you always end up having to take the same route. They meet they tease they kiss. End of story. "Oh you're doing something "lame" instead? -1 kudo. Bring me my yaoi next🖕"

[daisybell-on-a-carousel]

"Jason was the happy robin" this, "jason was the angry robin" that. Let's all be fully honest here Jason was the lonely robin

[cheriekos]

i love you jayvik writers i love you jayvik artists i love you jayvik fandom i love all these silly little fics and silly little comics and all these silly little headcanons you make the world go round

[imsodishy]

God I wish Mickey had been around during the throuple era. Like, "Hi, I'm Kev. And this is my wife Vee. And that's our girlfriend Svetlana. And that's our girlfriend's gay husband, Mickey. And those are our three children."

imagine the four of them working at the alibi during that stint where it was a hipster bar? the debates going on about what the deal with the bartenders' polycule is... and how that one red head fits into it.

[bumblingbabooshka]

Tuvok should have gotten an episode about him and T'Pel's romance. Spock got one about his wedding-turned-divorce with T'Pring and T'Pol got a whole marriage-turned-divorce with Koss, I think Tuvok should have gotten an episode where we see snippets of his life with T'Pel because 1] A Vulcan bonded pair actually working out is something we haven't seen before and I'm interested in the 'business as usual' of alien relationships. It's not something we see often! 2] Tuvok's family is obviously extremely important to him and he says they take up a great deal of his mental real estate and it's CRIMINAL that that isn't the focus of more of his screentime. It'd make that loneliness/loss even more visceral if we were to SEE Tuvok and his family interacting with one another on screen. 3] It'd be so cute and heartbreaking and I want it very badly. They should have anticipated this. They should have known I'd want this from them.

[gothamite-rambler]

Red Robin (calmly untying his bindings): You made a big mistake. I just want you to know that.

Joker (in a mocking tone): That's doubtful, seeing as Batman isn't coming for you, little Robin.

Red Robin (deadpan): Joker, you'll be on the ground with many broken bones before he can step one foot into this building.

Joker (raising his metal bat): If you’re referring to the other rats making it here in time, then I have bad news for you!

Red Robin grabbed the bat before it could make contact, having successfully undone his bindings. He swept his feet underneath the Joker’s legs, sending the clown tripping to the ground. Red Robin picked the bat up and examined it with an indifferent expression.

Red Robin: Tsk, tsk, Joker. Your knot skills have never been the best. Shame, I do wish you’d let me finish talking before I untied myself. But what I was saying is, Batman isn’t who you should fear at the moment. Nightwing, Red Hood, Spoiler, Orphan, and Signal can’t hold me back, and I’ve been dealing with a lot of crap this past year.

With that, Red Robin raised the bat and struck down on Joker's right knee first.

Red Robin: I forgot it was Mom’s birthday because I had to deal with a man who carries a flamethrower and prides himself on being an arsonist. I’ve been putting up with a jerk at work who I can't punch, and lately, I’ve had this weird, tingly pain from when you froze me and tried to auction me off to the highest bidder. But that’s okay; you’re going to be my punching bag for the next twenty minutes.

A malicious smirk spread across Red Robin’s face as he struck Joker in his left knee next. Twenty minutes later, Red Robin left the building, whistling happily and pointing to the entrance for the group to come in and apprehend the Joker.

Signal quickly stepped away, his jaw dropped in shock, as Red Hood’s laughter echoed in the distance.

Signal: What the hell did you do to him?

Red Robin (resting against the building wall): That’s for God and me to know, but pretending he was Kylar from work definitely helped me not hold back.

Signal (impress, but slightly terrified): I forgot how hardcore you are, and I’m sorry for that.

Red Robin: It’s okay. Where’s Batman?

Signal: He got held up. You’re lucky he isn’t here yet.

Red Robin shrugged and closed his eyes as he waited for the others. Nightwing and Red Hood emerged, dragging the Joker out while Orphan approached Red Robin.

Orphan (worried): You intended to… let him live, right?

Red Robin: Oh yes, I want him to live and suffer. Death is too good for him.

Orphan shrugged, nodding in agreement.