#did this in like 20 minutes

[kokoasci]

i’m very late to this trend

[twipsai]

they call me the joker the way i beatbox

this guy belongs to @s0ckh3adstudios

[onlypartiallyarts]

he sure is reding that hood

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[that-one-weird-cloud0]

Danny: *just chilling on the couch while being very still™️ at the Wayne Manor*

Clark: *comes to visit*

Clark: hey Bruce?

Bruce: yes?

Clark: why is there a dead child in your living room?

Bruce: what 0-0

Danny: oh shit

Danny: *starts up heartbeat* better?

Clark: *even more freaked out*

[lygma-nygma]

Being a batfam fan is funny because people will make a post like “here’s my headcanon-“ and it’s just something that’s directly canon to the story then post about major canon events and get everything wrong.

[an-internet-introvert]

Countdown to October 19th (19/19)

Happy 15 Years of Dan and Phil 🩵🩵🩵

[dawo4]

The Forbidden Jay minifigure is really funny to me

Here's the leaked minifig btw

[sherrymagic]

Aou Thanaboon and Boom Tharatorn WE ARE | EP. 16 — behind the scenes

+ bonus:

[usertoxicyaoi]

"This story is about the exploits of the solitary lawyer, Shiba Ryoma, in a serious legal drama ... or rather ..."

DOKU KOI: DOKU MO SUGIREBA KOI TO NARU (2024). EPISODE ONE.

[jadecantcreate]

i wanted to write a quick 3-chapter fic for day 4 of loa shiptober (how they met i think) and i (a fool) was like. yeah. i could totally write 3 chapters in a few hours. i was wrong. SO wrong. haven’t even finished kremy’s (the first one).

so instead have a maybe-past-kremy design that im conflicted about compared to his current design, as a peace offering

[idyllcy]

every day is my birthday - tim drake x reader

"Happy birthdayyyyyyyy" You sing, grinning cheek to cheek as Tim glances up from taking his shoes off, your cake on the counter as he exhales.

"I thought you forgot."

"Why, cuz I slept in this morning instead of waking up like I usually do? You had your birthday breakfast in the fridge."

"What kind of madness were you up to last night? I heard the kitchen vent on from when I left for patrol until I came back." He collapses into your arms, mumbling.

"I was cooking." You hum. "Made choco chip cookies."

"For me?"

"Yes, sweetheart. For you." You hum, running your hands through his hair. "Cake's homemade too."

"God, I need to babytrap you."

"WHAT."

"Marriage isn't enough, I need to make sure you never leave me." He mumbles, squeezing you. "Sorry, tired. The meetings today wore me out."

"I figured." You pat his head. "Ready for cake?"

"Please." He grumbles. "By the way, hate your twitter post."

You purse your lips as you laugh, holding the knife in place before you accidentally cut someone while laughing.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah."

[impatientpacifist13]

the first section of this episode had the exact same energy as a group of 4th grade girls playing wolves at recess.

[fearandhatred]

the rapture

it's a holy thing, in theory, a glorious celebration, where those who believe rise to meet the lord in the air. it's a day of joy, in theory, and maybe even of vindication for those who have always believed.

but no one thinks about how it's like to see the dead rise again—bodies clawing their way out of bolted wood and six feet of packed earth, bodies decomposed and maggot-feasted, nails stained with rot and dirt. no one thinks about the violent lurch of their bodies being jolted into the air by the stomach, gravity flinging their heads back down to earth as they struggle in vain to find footing on molecules and gas. no one thinks about those who don't make it.

no one thinks about the screams.

crowley hadn't thought about any of these things. he certainly hadn't thought about the angels that would be called back to heaven along with the believers.

here they stand dead in the middle of absolute ruin, the promise of heaven the only thing left to look forward to on the wasteland of this earth. the sky has opened up like the eye of god, watching over her people for the very first time, and crowley's black wings against the beams of light only remind him that he doesn't belong up there with the rest of them. crowley wraps his arms tight around aziraphale, squeezes his torso like he can maybe keep aziraphale with him through sheer will or, laughably, demonic intervention. like love could ever be enough. like love could stay.

around them, the cacophony of wails and mockingly exaltant trumpets scorch the earth in their intensity, clashing and agonising even—especially—for them, and words make no sound. but they hold on to each other, even as they shrink into themselves against the noise of the undying. i don't want to leave you either, aziraphale doesn't say, but his hands dig into the cotton of crowley's sleeve, and crowley hears the words through his fingertips.

he feels a stronger upward resistance against his embrace now, and he clings tighter, steadfast, even as aziraphale's grip falters. but he knows he can't hold on forever. he knows that nothing ever lasts.

trembling with something unspeakable, he lifts his arms from aziraphale's torso and covers the angel's ears with his hands. he feels more than hearing aziraphale's resulting sob, and he spreads out his wings to wrap them around their bodies. a shield, a comfort, a goodbye.

it's okay, the gesture says in silence. i'll see you in another lifetime.

[tummietown]

(fwoosh)

i appear in a cloud of smoke. hi

[mangosteen]

bro get a grip fr

[cedyat]

Reference and a bonus video under the cut (did you know you can't upload more than 1 video in a post? Cause I didn't 🫠)

Bonus video of me repenting for my sins for forgetting a certain someone...