#flung

[afrozenbee]

I just realized

that I have never had the chance to bring up that my dad, once he’s dead wants to have his body to be flung. Found then cremated.

[wtf-tfw]

I expect the royalty payments for my multi-thousand note tumblr post to be kicking in any day now. *checks watch* *checks watch* *checks stove* *chex cereal* *checks stove* *checks stove* *czech republic* *checks watch*

[beebfreeb]

To all my long-term followers: You have to look through all of my art and deduct exactly what's wrong with me. I know you can do it by now.

[dcxdpdabbles]

Danny: Who are you? Tim: Classified Danny: Alright, It's nice to meet you Classified. What's your business in Amity Park? Tim: That's not my name. Danny: But you just told me it was. Tim: Who would be named Classified? Danny: I know a guy named Box Ghost and another called Young Blood. All ghosts have weird names. Tim: Do I look like a ghost? Danny: A little. My ghost sense went off, but you're not glowing, floating, or doing anything that seems ghostly. That's why I asked why you're here. Tim: I don't know why I'm here. I think I was in a fight, and I got hit by something, but it's all a blur, really. I don't know who I was before either; I just remember that I couldn't tell anyone my name or see my unmasked face. Danny: Hmm, well, since you're not causing trouble, you can haunt this warehouse if you want. We can figure out how you died, and I don't know, help you move on. Tim: Alright. Are you someone who moves ghosts to the other side? Danny: No, I'm more of a bridge between realms. If ghosts cause problems for humans, I straighten them out, and vice versa. Tim: That's hot. Danny: Thanks. I- EXCUSE ME? Tim: I said that was hot. Danny blushing: Well-er- um thanks. Lets get you settled okay?

[dovewingkinnie]

caine hug except it looks like he's about to try and strangle pomni at first

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

‘Poseidon left a party in Ethiopia because the sea vibes went rancid after Odysseus set sail’ feels like a bit I would make up, but no. That actually happened.

[demigods-posts]

headcanon that percy and annabeth routinely swap weapons in battle. it's not a concious feat. it's just that they consider themselves a single unit when fighting for their lives. so their partner's weapon is also their weapon.

[moose-baby]

sometimes I picture myself being flung into a cloudy blue sky

[doctorwhommm]

tfw you shoot your boss but he comes back to life so you organise an impromptu mutiny against your him which leads to you accidentally bringing about the literal biblical apocalypse which is only stopped by your immortal boss dying for good this time but psych he actually comes back to life AGAIN and then immediately runs away whilst you’re on a coffee run and you don’t hear from him until a few months later when he’s suddenly a wanted terrorist on the news with his toxic ex and some random junior doctor

[yrsonpurpose]

Shut up and kiss me.

[twistcmyk]

[mckinlily]

You’re a Gotham teenager playing FMK on your neighbor’s stoop as you do.

“Hmmmm… and marry Red Hood.”

“Red Hood?” says one of your friends. “Doesn’t he kill people?!”

You consider.

“That’s not a deal breaker for me.”

And then, from somewhere above, a distinctive mechanical voice:

“IT FUCKING SHOULD BE!”

You look up. Red Hood is dangling a spitting and hissy Robin over the edge with one hand and gesturing helplessly at you with the other. You stare at him. He stares at you. You don’t know how his face emotes “baffled but concerned for you horror” seeing as it’s covered completely by an expressionless helmet, but it does.

Robin chomps down on Red Hoods fingers.

“FUCKING FUCK!” Red Hood drops Robin over the edge. “DID YOU BITE ME?!”

Robin lands one roof over like a feral cat. He stands up with just as much offended dignity. “I was trained to make use of every tactical advantage,” he states.

Then he waves something small and indistinct from your distance. “Unlike you.” And swings off the roof.

Red Hood roars and chases after him.

There is a moment of distinctly Gotham silence.

“You made the right choice.”

You jump a foot and find Red Robin perched on the railing like some kind of overgrown parrot.

“Hood’s the only one of us who can cook,” explains Red Robin. 

He gives you a single nod—and disappears.

…

Just another day in Gotham.

[firstfullmoon]

Hala Alyan, “September, a week in”

[noodles-and-tea]

the IT gang? they are tooo silly to leave un-drawn in this moment right now

I guess you’re right about that

[unexpectedbrickattack]

🔪

[unfinishedslurs]

stobin vegas wedding (steddie)

“I didn’t cheat on you,” is the first thing he says when Eddie picks up the phone. 

Eddie pauses. “O…kay? That’s a weird thing to say to someone you didn’t cheat on.”

“I promise we did not sleep together.”

“Steve, you’re starting to worry me a little here. What did you do?”

He rubs the bridge of his nose. “I…may have drunk married a lesbian in Vegas.”

There’s a long silence. Steve’s palms start to sweat, sure he’s about to be broken up with. Then—

“Are you laughing?”

The lesbian’s name is Robin. 

“Can I meet her?” Eddie asks. “I want to meet her. Give her the phone. She’s the Jolene to my Dolly, I have to talk to her.”

“She didn’t take your man,” Steve protested. “There is no man-stealing going on here. She’s just…a woman I married.”

“Wow,” Robin says, watching him with raised eyebrows. “Glad to know my role in your life has been reduced to wife. And so soon after we met?”

“Shut up, Jolene,” he hisses. 

“Stephen! Don’t talk to your wife like that!” Eddie scolds. “C’mon, put her on.”

He sighs and gives Robin the phone.