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muppenthings · 1 year ago
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Thousands of feet below the surface, a benthic rover discovers something quite large. Everyone is in for a startle.
And that's how they drew him back to the surface. xD
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ghostbsuter · 1 year ago
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This is the fourth time damian brought the college student over.
Damian, despite being 14, has been accepted to a gifted school as he had already been taught in the most subjects one usually learns at a slower pace.
(He still gets a headache over the fact his son won't get a normal childhood.)
Which is how he befriended the 17 year old Daniel, an overworked and sleepdeprived college student, getting dragged along and following with no complaint.
Bruce is, even if he wanted damian to befriend someone more around his own age, very welcoming of the student.
Alfred made sure the boy took enough food with him home, always leaving the mansion at point 4 pm.
It really shouldn't have been surprising when Bruce Wayne, yes, THE Brucie Wayne, summoned him to his office.
Danny entered the room fidgeting, giving a nervous smile to the man behind the desk and questioning what he did wrong to offend the patriarch of the family.
(Lies and slander, we, the readers, are fully aware that Alfred is the patriarch.)
"Uh— hi, Mr. Wayne." He sat when gestured to the chair, shitting bricks with how nervous he's.
The man nods in greeting, smiling. "Hello Danny–"
"Please don't kill me!" The teen in question blurts out, flushing in embarrassment once registered.
Taken aback and startled, Bruce snorts, stifling laughter by putting a hand against his mouth.
Shit.
"I don't know what I did! Very sorry if I offended someone!" He rambles, panicking and waving his hands around.
"Danny—"
"I must have done something! Why else would you call me? Oh god– I'm gonna be murdered by THE Brucie Wayne!"
At this point, the rich guy in front of him is barely restraining himself from laughing, trying his best to stay professional.
"Danny–! I- I won't murder you." He reassured, eyes crinkling from smiling.
"But–" he sniffs, both embarrassed and teary.
"I'm not gonna— danny." Bruce sighs, which sounds a lot like a choke, really. "Look, I just wanted a 1-on-1 talk with you about your friendship with damian and some concerns."
"Oh."
"Yes, oh."
Danny sighs in relief at this. "I can do some good old interrogation–" "it's not an interrogation–" "totally interrogation."
He huffs lightly, getting comfortable in his chair and preparing himself mentally.
"Alright Mr. Wayne! Shoot me!"
(Was that a pun? A joke to murder? Really?)
The man clears his throat, straightens his back and looks serious as he was before the accusations of murder.
"What are your intentions with damian and why become friends in the first place?"
Blinking, the teen brightens. "Oh, that's easy! Damian needs a friend. We just kinda clicked after I scared away a few pesky bullies."
Then he shrugs. "Besides, it's great training."
"Training?" Bruce asks, curious, tone light in the way that shows he's very interested.
"Yes. Despite his badly hidden murderous tendencies, love for knives, and slight lack of slang language and knowledge, he's still a kid." He nods.
"A young teen that goes through teen stuff that I barely remember going through and now get to relearn will be handy once Ellie becomes a teenager herself."
Batman was filing the information away, but Bruce kept going.
"Ellie?" He questions.
"My daughter– has damian not mentioned her? We always leave around 4 to get her from my sister. Sometimes, dami stays over for a few hours!"
Ah. Well. Seems like Alfred will have to make more food for the teen now.
"Would you like to stay for dinner today?" He asks, "Bring your daughter too. We won't mind you joining us." smiling and already planning for the new adjustments to make.
"On another note, what are your and your daughters preferences? Any allergies?"
Danny didn't even agree yet, not that he was gonna— mind you.
"No allergies, soft foods only, easy to eat." He answers, listing the stuff from the top of his head.
In a whirlwind of– of planning dinner?? Danny is out of the door and wide eyed.
"What just happened?"
(On the other side, Bruce face-palms, having forgotten to ask what age Ellie is. Damn in Bruce.)
On the fifth visit, Danny stayed for dinner.
Damian must know the age, for there are bowls with freshly cut fruits, yoghurt, and rice mixed with veggies and chicken.
On that note, where is damian?
Dick meets his eyes, asking the same quetsion with a look.
Just as Bruce was gonna ask, the door opened, and the cutest picture to ever exist was created.
(Dick RIPPED his phone out of his pocket, swiping a picture of the scene as fast as possible.)
Steph can't hold back the coos at the sight of Damian walking with a toddler into the dining room, her tiny feet propped up on his and in hand together.
She's wearing a Robin onesie and he is wearing his (stolen) Nightwing hoodie.
"Sorry, hope we aren't late!" Danny waves with a grin from behind the pair.
"You aren't, just perfect, in fact." Bruce reassures, waving the teens over to the free seats.
Damian leads the two to his seat, making sure they're next to him.
The conversation during dinner is one spoken fondly, Cass likes to make Ellie laugh with silly faces, Duke and Steph "secretly" feed her tiny pieces of strawberry and Dick is in a rather passionate discussion with both Tim and Danny.
Damian, once he makes sure no one is watching him, wipes the mess from Ellies face.
(Bruce was watching, looking away once damians face snapped to him. He wasn't aware his youngest had such a soft spot for toddlers.)
(It takes a while, but Danny and Ellie become family like every other person, while having not slept over yet, Alfred already has prepared a room for the two in the Family wing.)
(It's barely a week after that everyone bought and gifted him onesie's of their hero personas, with the excuse of them being the gotham vigilantes when questioned. After all, the Robin can't be a one man team.)
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The Nightwing and his Robin.
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blakbonnet · 11 months ago
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love that they introduced Ed as this menacing and intriguing looking guy who's smoking his pipe in a dark room and speaking cryptically to his little henchman and truly personifying Blackbeard, and then proceeded to spend the rest of the season telling us that we fell for his act he's actually an adorable man who wants nothing to do with that shit he only did it cause he was bored and it looked cool like 😭
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briz-z · 9 days ago
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Reverse falls
okay, so the brainrot has gotten to me and i literally cannot stop thinking about reverse falls. so here's my take on it. (or at least the pines) (also, im using their actual names)
Stanley:
everything stays the same up until he's kicked out of his house
see, my thought is that along with becoming a master con-man, he also ends up joining a circus
this is the big change
he begins to look for new ways to make the circus more enticing for people, and in doing so makes a crap ton of money
in fact, he makes so much, he is welcomed back into his family
like he becomes rich
but back to the circus business, he hears about gravity falls and all of it's anomalies
he decides to set up shop there, bringing people from all over to see the weirdos and wackos of gravity falls
in gravity falls, he ends up meeting his brother again
their strained relationship doesn't get much better (and i honestly don't expect it to...)
when he meets dipper and mabel for the first time, it is like light has been let back into his life
he really cares for them, but doesn't show it
he is especially close to mabel (like in the show) (they relate to each other)
i think he would be ever so slightly scared of ford and dipper
i think he would still be a very lonely person, but caring nonetheless
stanford:
i think that reverse ford would be a possessive, narcissistic person
filbrick pines put a lot of pressure on ford to be "perfect"
this seriously messed him up
when he lost his potential scholorship, he felt like his whole life was ruined
he decided that he would be better than everyone else
and he succedded in that
he was crazy smart and got the grant to study analmoies like in the show
when he gets to gravity falls, though, that's when it changes
when he finds bill, instead of being mauniplated, he's the one to manipulate bill
he becomes obessed with power and control
when stan comes into town, ford is pissed
but he sees how stan and his circus act could benefit him
so he basically becomes a mastermind in control
the circus brings about new people to perform experiments and what not on
mabel:
unlike the show, i think the kids would have gone to gravity falls since they were kids
this change happens because stan is let back into the family and ford never got sucked into the portal
anyway, mabel and dipper become performers for stan's circus, at least during the summer
they are known as the "physic twins"
mabel seems like a happy go lucky person, like in the show, but in reality she is not
i think that she would be a deeply sad person (if that makes any sense)
see, unlike her brother, she isn't as "special" and because of this often feels worthless
this lets her bond with stan, like, a lot
but anyway, because of her "job" i don't think she would have a lot of time to make friends or have crushes
even when she does have downtime, she has to worry about her image and how people see her
after all, they are the "physic twins"
unlike dipper, i don't she would involve herself in the supernatural much
she really just wants to be a normal kid, but because of her family, she can't
dipper:
i think that reverse dipper would be ford's apperentice
see, since birth dipper (or, i guess, mason) has been a genius
like crazy smart genius
so, when his parents hear about a certain great uncle who can help nurture this intelligence, they send dipper and mabel to gravity falls asap
here, dipper meets his crazy great uncle ford and immeditally loves it
both on stage and doing research, dipper is crazy enthusiastic
he loves what he does, both research and being one half of the "physic twins"
he ends up making his own deal with bill, following in his great uncles footsteps
he spends his free time with ford, learning and gaining knowledge
on stage, he has an uncanny ability to charm people into doing what he wants
he cares for his sister, but rarely has any time for her (i think that if mabel ever tried to leave, dipper would go crazy)
he has very (one-sided) co-dependant relationships with his family (yes, this includes stan)
Okay, that's all for now 😮‍💨 sorry if there are any spelling errors or anything like that. i might make a part 2 with gideon and paz and bill… idk yet.
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seleneprince · 2 months ago
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The delicious, tragic irony of Percy, who looks exactly like Rhea, being both desired and loved by:
Luke Castellan. Kronos' right hand and host, sharing his ideals as well.
Jason Grace. Son of Zeus who's straight up Kronos' carbon copy.
And falling in love for both of them simultaneously.
One way or another, she's doomed to relive the past.
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cacklefrendly · 4 months ago
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@gearbroth hey. HEY....... get Leyendeckered.
(another attack on gearbroth on both Star and Skal bc THEY DREW WOCJAA PERFECTLY AND I CAN'T LET THAT STAND) (inspired by this specific piece, and a Leyendecker painting)
(original* Leyendecker painting under cut bc it's really pretty)
*i can't find a perfect clean version with good color, full detail, and no weird cropping. But this one is close!
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thomas-mvller · 11 days ago
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Michael Olise (16') Jamal Musiala (26') Harry Kane (57') Leroy Sané (65') Kingsley Coman (71') Vfl Bochum | 0 - 5 | FC Bayern München 2024/2025 Bundesliga - matchweek 8
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laundrybiscuits · 2 years ago
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“It’s happening,” crows Dustin. “Eddie, it’s happening, it’s happening, she said yes!”
Eddie blinks up at him from the blankets. “Is…this about your little girlfriend, Henderson?” Is there a school dance coming up or something? Wait, it’s the summer, school’s not happening.
In a just world, Eddie Munson would never have to think about high school again; in a just world, Dustin Henderson would not have woken him up by breaking into his trailer at ass o’clock in the morning.
“No, man, Erica! Erica Sinclair! She’s gonna run a My Little Pony game for us!”
“Okay.” Eddie turns over to bury his face in his pillow. “Lock up when you leave,” he says, muffled.
———
He honest-to-god thinks it’s just a weird dream for the next few days. He’s almost completely forgotten about it when Mike corners him at work.
“You have to make her stop,” Mike says.
“Okay, Wheeler, two things. First: who am I making stop what? Second: I’m not making anyone stop anything. Really not my style, and also, I don’t wanna get involved in whatever this is.”
“You’re already involved! We’re all involved! We’re all, like, liable.”
“Right.” Eddie wipes his hands on a rag and ambles over. “Kid, you have got to start giving me some context here. What are we talking about?”
Mike gives him just the absolute bitchiest eyeroll any human being has ever mustered in the history of the world, and sighs noisily. “Erica wants to run a stupid game, and Dustin keeps encouraging her. Tell Erica and Dustin that we play Dungeons and Dragons with like, cool monsters and shit. Not some stupid game about ponies. It’s not even D&D, it’s a whole new stupid system that she’s making us learn.”
“Oh, shit.” There’s—a few things to unpack in that little speech, but Eddie can’t help the delighted grin spreading over his face. “That’s for real? The pony game? Shit, this is going to be the best thing ever. What system is she planning to run the campaign in?”
“Oh my god,” says Mike, and storms out of the garage.
———
“GURPS: Generic Universal Role-Playing System,” announces Erica, slamming the books down on Steve’s kitchen table. “A flexible, multi-purpose, setting-agnostic system that can accommodate any conceivable type of story or play style. This is the future of role-playing games, not your broke-ass fantasy bullcrap.”
Eddie wonders how complicated it is to file paperwork for adoption.
“Some of us like D&D,” says Will.
“Yeah, we don’t want your stupid generic whatever. We’re not playing,” Mike snaps.
“That’s not what I said.” Will looks annoyed with Mike, which has been happening a lot lately. Eddie’s glad the kid seems to be growing more of a spine; you can’t just let your tragic heterosexual crushes walk all over you, but that’s the kind of lesson every young gay needs to learn the hard way. “I’m fine with trying something new. I’m just saying, the next campaign after this should be D&D.”
“Sure, what-ever, nerds,” drawls Erica. “We’ll see how you feel after you experience the magic of Ponyland.”
Lucas puts his face in his hands when she says the magic of Ponyland and lets out a pitiful groan.
“Whoo!” cheers Dustin. “Let’s get started!”
———
It takes them a solid two hours to make their characters. Even Eddie, who’s been vaguely aware of GURPS since it was released a couple years ago, is struggling a little to adapt. It’s just been a while since he played anything but D&D, but he’s enjoying the change of pace. He likes this kind of challenge; it’s like figuring out how to play a familiar song in an unfamiliar genre.
Erica is not especially patient with them, but she’s clearly done her prep work, so Eddie thinks they all manage to get through the character creation process more or less the way it’s supposed to be done.
Steve gets back from work right when they’re putting the finishing touches on their characters. The way he blinks all sweetly confused makes Eddie think that Dustin was definitely lying about having permission to play here, and also that Dustin probably has a very troubling stash of keys to all their homes squirreled away somewhere.
“If I may, Lady Sinclair, I’d like to humbly suggest a ten-minute break?” Eddie says, before Steve can decide whether or not to be mad about this whole thing.
“Sure, go ahead and rest up while you still can,” says Erica. “Steve, I hope you got good snacks around here.” She makes a beeline for the kitchen, and the boys trip over themselves to follow her.
“I would die for that child,” says Eddie.
Steve laughs, low and a little tired. “Yeah. Um, me too.”
“So, I’m gonna go ahead and guess that Henderson didn’t actually clear this with you?”
“Honestly, I’m not sure.” Steve runs a hand through his hair. “He might’ve said something last week? Sometimes when he’s on a tear, I just kinda let him talk.”
“Y’know, we’re at a pretty good stopping point for today, if you want us to clear out so you can get some rest.” Eddie can see the smudgy shadows under Steve’s eyes from halfway across the room.
“No, it’s fine.” Steve peels off his vest. He’s wearing an entire perfectly normal shirt underneath, so there’s no reason for Eddie to hastily avert his eyes like Steve’s doing a damn striptease. “I might go take a nap, though. Gonna trust you not to let them burn down the place, got it?”
Eddie does a silly little salute. “Aye aye, cap’n. No hint of flame shall breach these walls.”
Steve laughs again, a gravelly chuckle, and musses Eddie’s hair on his way to the stairs.
“Why do you have that dumb look on your face,” says Erica suspiciously, standing in the kitchen doorway and clutching the biggest bowl of ice cream Eddie’s seen in his life.
“What look, there’s no look,” says Eddie. “Let’s play some GURPS.”
Edit: now a complete fic on AO3!
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vizishereig · 3 months ago
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Chreon Week: Proposal (Day 7)
There’s a box under the floorboard.
The floorboard was loose, and Leon couldn’t help his curiosity, pulling it up. The black box hasn’t been there long, it seemed relatively new. It’s small, too.
He picks it up, blinking at it because it looks like-
“Leon? You ready?” Chris calls, entering the room and freezing. His eyes widen as they land on the box, and Leon can’t help but think of a deer in headlights. He looks between Chris and the box a few times, and then it clicks.
The box in his hand is small. Tiny. It’s a jewelry box. A jewelry box that was hidden. From him.
“Is this…?” Leon starts, then stops. Looks at Chris, seeing the shock and now a bit of sheepishness in his brown eyes. They don’t look too upset, more so holding a look of slight embarrassment.
“An engagement ring?” Chris finishes, sounding almost as hesitant as Leon.
Leon nods at the response, wanting to open the box, but fighting the urge to. He holds it out to Chris instead, watching as the other takes it. Chris laughs softly, seemingly to himself.
“You know, I was planning on doing this after we ate at that one diner you like so much, but fuck it,” Chris finally says, and he goes down on one knee and Leon’s brain just… bluescreens.
Chris is there, on his knee, wearing a pair of jeans and an old T-shirt, opening the jewelry box and holding it for Leon to see. There’s a smile on his face, fond and sheepish and hopeful and Leon can barely believe this is happening.
“Leon Kennedy, you have been the best thing to happen to me in my whole life. Would grant me the greatest privilege of being your husband?” Chris asks, looking at Leon like he’s hung the stars in the sky, and really there was only one response to give him.
So, Leon, in his old pjs from staying home all day and doing jack shit, pulls Chris up to kiss him, utterly euphoric as he responds, “Fuck yes, Chris. I- Yes, fuck, of course.”
Chris laughs in response to the kiss, grabbing Leon’s hand with infinite care and slipping the ring on. It’s simple, gold, but Leon couldn’t care less as he presses another kiss to Chris’s mouth.
God, he can’t wait to spend the rest of his life with this man.
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pixelatedraindrops · 5 months ago
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Yuma Month: Day 28: Death
“ B A D E N D”
TW // Blood
TW // Suicide
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sunlitsoil · 5 months ago
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i fear that sebastian x male farmer should be WAYYYY more popular ;(
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kkolg · 8 months ago
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very important poll time guys
R owned by @jamieenthusiast
B owned by me 🤭😝
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bloos-bloo · 4 months ago
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Remember that mushroom goddess I drew a while back? Yeah- this is her. She’s a moth now :D
MAEVE- MY BABY GIRLLL- I’m sorry if this looks so plain :’D I cannot get myself to draw my own shit lmaoo- BUT my bishop of is finally done!
Maeve is kinda from the idea of the mushroom that controls Sozo being a deity. She’s basically the reason why her followers and potential followers have such dark desires and urges. She uses her crown to empathize and use their urges to aid her. A follower wants to be able to forget their past? She gets rid of it and replaces it with something else. Which is how Sozo (at least in my AU) finds the mushroom. Maeve led him to it, promising his pains away with the shrooms.
Now, the mark on her forehead. A heart, all her followers were stamped with her mark once they joined her cult or were helped by her. (It’s an ego thing with her) My version of Sozo has this mark, and that mark isn’t past down genetically. It could only be given by Maeve.
Those who know my sozura fanchild, Aster. She also bears the heart. Unfortunately, I can’t say why cause of spoils for future fics I have planned. But I’ll leave this crappy doodle I did :D
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icewindandboringhorror · 7 months ago
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sometimes looking at like Self Help Strategies lists for the symptoms I'm having is always just like:
thing that I already do
thing I have tried 10 times
thing I already do
thing that I don't have the money to do
thing I already do
thing I've been doing since I was 10yrs old to no avail
thing that is impossible given my situation
thing that doesn't apply to me
thing that I already do
thing I have already tried
hrmm, oh wait, maybe finally- OH, yeah.. okay. thing that I already do but it was just phrased slightly differently
thing I have already done
#I think maybe productivity tips help less if the reason you're unproductive is partially like.. physcial health and other extenral things#out of your control. rather than just like having trouble paying attention or spending too much time on tiktok or whatever#all the strategic to do lists in the world are not going to somehow prevent me from waking up with a debilitating migraine or whatever#or having external stressors or lacking resources and connections or other Productivity Essentials etc.#especially many tips involve stuff like 'cut off from social media' since thats the modern day time waster for so many poeple#and it's like.. lol.. i can hardly even maintain a blog even thuogh i actively WANT TO DO SO. 'shut off your smart phone!' already#done babey i fucking hate smart phones i shall never use an app unless i am forced to. 'delete tiktok' yep. already covered. tiktok and#all of those thinsg are my enemies. 'save money by cancelling some of your services' cool. already ahead of you.#who the fuck is out here paying for like 10 different subscription services. pirated videos uploaded to google drive and youtube to mp3#my beloved. etc. etc. and so on. 'socialize less' .........LOL.. if only you knew.. mr.writer of the article. i can barely muster#talking to friends more than once a month and even less if I'm actively sick (often occurence) etc. etc. ... hewoo#I think maybe instead of generic productivity tips I need more like.. how to refocus and be productive anyway even if you have a headache#or are nauseous or etc. Not that those are always things to ignore. and of course you should let your body rest and etc. But plenty of peop#e have mild physical symptoms and just work through them. Ithink something about the way my body/mind is SOO hyper attuned to all#sensory information just makes it like... constantly 'GRR well I cant focus on WRITING right now because my lef#t ear feels weird and my socks are too itchy and my back has a strange pressure and I'm vaguely warm and my eye feels some ssort of#way it doesnt normally feel and I'm hyperaware of my breathing and also nauseous for no reason' and like half of those things I#think '''normal''' people wouldnt even notice or at least would be able to just live through. but for me it's like.. nealry impossible to i#gnore and soooo distracting always. like 'wahh.. nooo we can't draw or get anything done.. my legs feel slightly heavy or something!!'#like............. ok......... who cares. thats not even a PAIN sensation it's just something weird. but it's just like.. NO. constant#mental alerts about the 'heaviness' of your legs be upon ye. Though Imean like.. yes.. 70% of the time I am in genuine pain#or having some sort of actual ailment with trackable physical symptoms. but sometimes it's just like... we could totally be working right#now and ignoring this silly thing but my brain is fixated on it for no reason uncontrollably. etc. etc. I guess it's the same way that like#most people can go to a grocery store without the whole experience being so overwhelming and so much stuff going on at once#that they have to rest afterwards but like.. in my own HOME doing NOTHING i feel like I should be able to not get overwhelmed lol. ANYWAY#Rolling my bastard little rock up a dumbass hill and so on and so forth
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whenthegoldrays · 7 days ago
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overthinking … nooo ……
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realboutfatalfury · 2 years ago
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Tried my best to hear it, trying to believe in
You and me having one final goodbye, I'll see you waving
Trying to believe it, I think I believe it
That one day we'll meet again
and continue this dreamland In the gleaming dawn
we'll wake up once again
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