#anywya..............

[ahollowgrave]

-- mistletoe. pt iv. (feat. the darling Rika of @darcar!)

You've unlocked a second, secret version:

[axoqiii]

augh

[pixlokita]

Leave him alone !!!!!

[pocket-dragon]

they call her the yapper

[dragondawdles]

THE brothers

[nothingbizzare]

What is this guy doing

[radiance1]

ANOTHER little tidbit for this stupid lil thing.

The Batfam believe that Damian is a meta of some kind.

Why?

Because of Danny.

Danny acts like the eyes on the back of Damian's head, which Damian is able to just explain away enough that he has great spatial awareness. Cool, yea, they could take that. The fact that the temperature drops whenever Damian is around? Okay, that's somewhat alarming.

How he's able to stay in the air for just a second too long that always him to hit the ground safely? How a few times he looked like he was briefly stopped in said air before being let down?

That's... A bit hard to explain but the Batfam aren't going to pry considering he was new to the family.

How he never seems to need to charge his phone, or any other electronic device? Of course, it could be explained away that he just charges them in his room or out of sight... If his charger didn't look like it wasn't used at all, that is.

Just... Various little things that Damian could explain away, but keep piling up until the entire family comes to the conclusion that Damian was a meta, if the League and Damian himself knew this or not is the question.

Alfred finds out that such is not the case.

Why?

Because Danny, absolute child that he was and still is since his death, very much loves Alfred's cookies (and who doesn't.) and got impatient to get some and couldn't wait for Damian to swipe some more for him (since Alfred forbade Damian from taking anymore before the rest could get any).

Alfred was the only one who entered the kitchen at the time, and it did indeed puzzle him to see cookies disappearing into thin air.

[goatgutzupon]

another stamp set..

[wolfram-but-art]

drew one of the memes in this person's post again

reblogs > likes

[800db-cloud]

PLEASE POST THE ONE MILLION DOODLES YOU ARE SHY TO POST /pos 🙏

sure thang o7 here are some i made that i think are good enough to post. can you tell who my favorite merc to draw is

re: the last comic: i have way too many spy hcs. Way Too Many. anyway here’s (BLU) spy accidentally traumadumping on his teammates. is he Alright.

[giantenemyrobot]

Here

[mohntilyet]

i have to be so real. sometimes you have to outright not give a shit what the author thinks. i’m not saying to disregard how a character is portrayed and give into fanon characterisations but sometimes i will see fans be like “(head writer) omggg do you think this character is a good person?” “how would this character react if xyz happened?” as though that’s not a question you can and have to answer for yourself.! any character can contain multitudes and if you keep limiting your perception of them solely on word of god its not fun for the writer or even yourself anymore. THINK FOR YOURSELF. INVENT NEW WAYS TO FUCK YOUR FAVORITE CHARACTERS OVER

[pentrologram]

john price but he finds out he has a daughter.

some ex, a girlfriend or a wife that gave birth last week. only now mentions it to john, pictures of a beige little baby. a girl. his girl, now. he pays child support and life goes on- he takes a little more leave now, just to spend time with his girl.

until she’s not her girl anymore- until he stops by his ex’s flat and there’s another bloke there, holding his daughter.

shit explodes and when she refuses to tell john who the mystery man is, she lets slip that his girl wasn’t his to begin with. the real father had left, far out of the picture, and john was the most stable person she knew, she had said. but he’s livid. livid enough to start a custody battle over his eight-month old daughter.

and by some stroke of luck, he wins. it feels like all of it was for naught, though, when he realises how fucking expensive it is to raise a kid.

he has to take a desk job at work, but that quickly proves ineffective, because he just can’t get up later in the day and falls asleep at work frequently. his bad knee protests everything he does now that he’s relaxed a little, no longer living adrenaline filled day to day, and before he knows it, he’s at the doctors for joint pain.

*when did a doctor’s appointment get so bloody expensive?*

one thing leads to another and he sells his house, gets fired after an honorable discharge and files for joblessness.

he moves into an apartment complex. it’s dingy and he has to treat the bathroom three times for mold, but he cleans it up nice when his joint don’t hurt and when his girl is asleep.

and then there’s you.

you live in the flat over. unfortunate like him. you say hi to him and smile at the baby when he runs into you when you get home at the wee hours of the night and he’s taking her out for a breath of fresh air after a crying fit.

you tell him to not use milk in her formula. you tell him to use baby powder, because diaper rash is a real thing, contrary to what he thinks.

he’s grateful.

when she starts sleeping through the night, he takes late night smoke breaks, usually around when you get home (a happy accident, he tells himself). one time he offers you a cigarette and you stay out like that for a while in warm summer air. you look tired- are those bags under your eyes or is it makeup?

he doesn’t ask.

it’s been a while since he’s been in the dating scene, but he doesn’t think he’s overthinking things when you give him a platter of freshly made cookies on your day off. he invites you in because he’s nothing if not polite, and you have a mutual rant about the rising price of groceries and rent and how terrible the landlord is while the baby eats carrot mush in her high chair.

and- really, would you blame him if he kisses you on his next cigarette break?

[willyhoos]

you, and what little remains of your brother.

[fynori]

ouuughhh my daughter. falls to knees

[xxplastic-cubexx]

same hat

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