#cuz their dorks

[terrasolstice]

Ok what if

Duke takes danny to a wayne gala as his date so he doesn't go to crazy. Danny agrees, but only if he and duke wore dresses.

Anyways i thunk a thought and blacked out,

Woke up to this

*click for better quality*

[vanmarkus]

9-1-1 • S8E01 ↳ “Buzzkill”

[2aceofspades]

..part who knows of this spontaneous comic

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[sheikfangirl]

Zelink Week Day 4 - Enchantment

@zelinkcommunity

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Zelda II: A game about focus, commitment, sheer will... and love!

[glittter-skeleton]

I love how into that nerd she is

[woohoorin]

he's concerned

[empty-dream]

“You’re not hollow.”

[st-hedge]

It wasn’t on my 2024 bingo card that I’d draw V again. Anyway I’ll go ahead ramble in the tags

[dukeyeatsdeodorant]

Roman, in Virgil’s bed: Morning… how’d ya sleep last night? Virgil, knocking Roman off: WHAT THE HELL?! Roman: Ow— Virgil: What were you doing in my bed? You were supposed to sleep on the air mattress on the floor! Roman: I had a nightmare. Virgil: You had a nightmare? What are you, five years old? Roman: Listen, I needed to feel comfortable and I was getting this perverse power dynamic vibe from me sleeping on the floor and you sleeping up there- Virgil, in a royal accent: Why yes, how high and mighty I am up on my twin XL! Roman: That is not what I meant— Virgil: Silence in the presence of your king, who sleeps a lofty twelve and a half inches above the ground! Roman: Listen, I’m not ashamed. I slept comfortably when I got up on your bed and I’m sure you did too. Virgil: Yeah, okay- Roman: You know what? I wanna know. How’d you sleep last night? Virgil: …That was the best I’ve slept in a while. Roman, gasping: The king slept comfortably with a peasant in his bed! Virgil: I did not consent to this- Roman, dramatically: But my liege, our love is forbidden! Virgil, on the phone: Hi, is this the front desk? Yeah, there’s a bed bug in my room and he’s six-foot-one, he’s got red hair. Roman: Ask them if they have one of those “Do Not Disturb” signs. I’ll put it on the door next time we… do it. Virgil: Okay, I'ma go shower and wash all of the you off of me. Roman: Oh, maybe together we could— Virgil: NO. Roman: Just to save water— Virgil: No! You don’t even pay for the water! Roman: …Good point.

[frogkicks]

you're not gonna believe me, but i am an extremely sentimental shipper

ok btw unrelated,,, baby spoon just borned 🥺🥹😭

[butmakeitgayblog]

How will Clarke learn that Medi finds her (body) extremely attractive?

Well this story is only told through Lexa's POV so from her perspective, she does not know when Clarke figured out just how attracted to her she was. I mean eventually Lexa herself pushes through her own charade of grumpiness and becomes much more sweet and affectionate, but that is after a rather... upsetting split between them shall we say. So in her mind, Clarke wasn't entirely aware of her attraction and affection until she made it blatantly obvious, because, ya know, she's just so good at hiding her thirst and burying her feelings (you can read that as sarcasm)

But in reality, Clarke figured it out the night they sit beside the fire and get drunk together. This moment in particular (sneak peek)

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The frayed ends of her shift grow hazy in the flicker and dance of fire light. She traces her fingers along its edging made silken and tattered with time. She considers her words a moment, but only a moment, before they bubble up and out of her mouth in a slurred offering. 

"Would you like to touch my face?"

Clarke half chokes on a sip of wine. "Excuse me?"

"My face." Lexa scooches along the circle to close the distance. "So that you will know my face."

The orange and blue cast of light across Clarke's face makes her answering smile look like something holy; as though their humble feast of laughter and fermented wine were a part of some complex ritual to honor the gods. 

"That's not actually how that works," Clarke says in a good natured chuckle.

The revelation makes Lexa frown. "I thought that was how those without sight familiarized themselves with others."

That god-like smile slopes all the more lazily as Clarke hands the bottle back. "A silly myth. I doubt I'd know one face from any other by feel. Kiss, perhaps, but just feeling, I suppose not."

Lexa feels her cheeks flush. "... Oh."

"I'm not entirely sure where that idea started,” Clarke muses, before letting out a wine-sharpened snort. "Probably some blind person wanting to cop a feel all over people."

The snap of the fire feels deafening in Lexa's humiliation because of course it had been a ridiculous thought and of course she'd just had to say it. 

"I could still try though."

Lexa's head snaps around at the tiny offering. "What?"

"I could still try." 

"You said it was stupid."

"Not in so many words. But even still, so what?"

"So then… let's not?"

"No, no." Clarke shrugs and tosses the braided crown of grass into the fire. She carefully shifts herself to face Lexa and brushes her hands clean. "Come here."

Lexa catches the searching hand from the air and drags it back down. "No. Stop."

"Why? It was your idea."

"That was before you said it'd be foolish." 

"So then be foolish with me."

The universe is surely too big in that moment with how tiny Lexa's heart feels knocking against her chest. 

Clarke's hand comes up from her lap and Lexa takes it without thought. She feels the calloused patches that litter the palm leans and presses the soft pads of her fingers the apple of her cheek. 

"You're warm," Clarke says with a thoughtful hum. As though a note of surprise colors her words. But she only presses in with more assuredness. Cups her hand to the raging blush of Lexa's cheek more fully. 

The touch sends Lexa's stomach into a funny sort of flop as she swallows down the sudden urge to defend such a normal thing as her body temperature, right along with the urge to yank back. Because those fingers caress up to her temple and that thumb sweep gently along to the curve of her brow. Fingers tickle along the swell of her cheekbone and tap lightly at the fold of her nose. She watches with baited breath as Clarke seems to swallow against some unknown emotion herself as she traces the bridge of Lexa's nose down to the cupid bow of her mouth.

Lexa can't help the way her jaw goes slack, mouth opening enough just enough to suck in some much needed air as Clarke's touch stutters and stalls over the chapped fullness of her lips and lingers there. 

Oceans were forged and mountain ranges dug up by the gods with less effort than it takes for Lexa to ignore the urge to plump her lips against the pads of Clarke's fingers. Her heartbeat is so loud in her ears it blots out the entire world around them, drowning out the tranquil rush of waves and the fire beside them and smothering the far off hoot of an owl. All there is that moment is blue, made brighter in the cast of flame and starlight. It's all that Lexa can do to keep from shaking as she stares into eyes that can never see her back and still fall into them deeper. 

A second hand joins the exploration and, suddenly, Lexa is surrounded so entirely by Clarke it's overwhelming. 

And yet she can't make herself move. 

Instead Lexa holds so still her spine feels it might snap from the wiry tension as fingers regroup their forces at the tip of her chin, dividing and conquering the sloped cliffs of her face to then trace the ridge that line her jaw. 

Clarke's eyes crinkle at the edges when her fingertips drift over the lobes of Lexa's ears as a smile blossoms across her lips and, oh, that's quite lovely too. 

"Tiny."

Lexa tries to speak and has to clear her throat when nothing comes out. "I'm sorry?" 

If Clarke notices the breathy strain of her voice, she doesn't comment.

"Your ears," she says with a lazy smirk instead, as her fingers trace the feature in question. "They're small."

"They're not."

"Compared to the rest of you I mean."

Fingertips loop back up to the top and brush along the crest. Lexa watches at the slant of her smile melts into something more calm. More delicately serious.

“Oh..." Clarke breathes as she drags her fingers over and over them again. "They're... They're warmer now too…”

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That moment right there. That was when Clarke realized little miss grumpy pants truly wasn't as disinterested as she'd tried very hard to seem. It reads as a nothing moment from Lexa's perspective, because in Lexa's mind it'll truly be a nothing moment beyond just mildly embarrassing. But know in your heart, Clarke had the game figured out from that moment on. She knew. And keep that thought in mind for the um... for the more challenging things that lay ahead. Ok? Ok, good 😀

[dork-a-doodle]

I realized I haven’t drawn Sans since middle school, so I decided to do some expression practice

[queko]

😊 -> 😒

[dontlookatmytmntcollection]

Donnie is more outgoing than we give him credit.

I'm so soft for any and all shy, socially awkward Donatello headcanons.

But to me, Bayverse Donnie doesn't seem like the type to be shy? Awkward, yes, but he's like, second to Mikey when being outgoing.

Like how he talked when he hacked April's computer. Or when both Mikey and Donnie were excited to talk about the Lair while April was blindfolded.

Donnie is the one who has April's phone # and is the one she goes to if she needs stuff.

Donnie annoys Raph for fun, leads chants, throws baseballs around, does whatever the fuck that head whip was when Mikey introduced him, lmfao.

And he's just as athletic! He plays sports, and he kicks ass all the time in the movies. But he's definitely written as a complete dork about it, lol

Idk like a lot of stuff.

He's definitely awkward, but he's so fucking sweet and expressive and April and Donnie definitely had crime buddy energy going on in the second movie.

[igneous-crocnroll]

Ky I am SO sorry it was for the meme

[izzy-b-hands]