#he is insufferable actually

[markwateneymemorialcrater]

Please note. The orange one is not included because A. He isn’t a billionaire. And B. Calling him obnoxious is too kind for him.

[altarfates]

do you ever stop talking ? — from gepard to sampo

Ah,  trust  Captain  Gepard  Landau’s  admonishments  to  be  condensed  into  one,  all  encompassing  directive;  cease  all  unlawful  activity.  It  wasn’t  as  if  this  was  an  uncommon  series  of  events,  Sampo  Koski  seeing  to  it  that  business  as  usual  was  auspicious  &  the  ever  diligent  &  obstinate  Captain  putting  in  the  utmost  effort  to  intercept  him.  It  all  falls  well  within  the  realm  of  expected  outcomes  &  thus  his  fluidity  was  hardly  impeded.  The  main  issue  was  ─  people  like  him  were  entirely  uncompromising  !  Even  if  he  offered  an  immaculately  forged  permit  he  suspects  he  would  still  be  wholly  unsatisfied.  Talk  about  a  hard-to-please-return-customer.

In  an  act  of  placating  he  raises  his  hands,  the  vulpine  smile  that  curls  at  his  mouth  feigns  an  apology,  only  beneath  that  blithe  -  cheerful  act  lay  something  impish.  ❝  ━ now,  now  captain,  Sampo  Koski  knows  you’re  working  tirelessly  to  uphold  the  law. ❞  the  verbose,  performative  way  he  operated  to  exploit  ━  no,  make  certain  his  clients  were  satisfied  each  &  every  time  !  had  no  impact  on  that  reticent,  cold  exterior,  all  but  ricocheting  off  &  burying  itself  within  him  alongside  Gepard’s  stern  glare.   ❝  but  Sampo  Koski  is  here  on  business,  approved  business  mind  you. ❞  the  real  answer  was  no,  he  was  never  one  to  allow  the  immensity  of  silence  to  take  root.  ❝  so,  no  need  to  be  so  hostile. ❞   he  hasn’t  relented  in  his  act  of  compliance,  all  the  while  keeping  his  hands  raised  &  his  expression  genial,  as  innocuous  as  any  guy  pinned  beneath  Gepard  Landau’s  glower  could  be  ! 

[flwrkid14]

The Reincarnation of Romance

Tim doesn’t believe in fate. He believes in statistics, in probabilities, in cold, hard logic. He believes in data points and patterns and cause and effect.

Danny doesn’t believe in fate either. He believes in choices, in carving your own path, in standing at the precipice of the unknown and stepping forward anyway.

And yet—

There is something undeniably fated about them.

Something in the way Tim’s fingers trail along Danny’s wrist like he’s tracing the life thread of his own existence. Something in the way Danny says Tim’s name like a whispered prayer, like the world could crumble around them and it wouldn’t matter as long as they were together.

Something ancient, something timeless.

Tim doesn’t believe in past lives. And yet, when he looks at Danny, there is a familiarity that stretches beyond reason, beyond explanation. It’s in the way Danny leans into his touch like he’s done it a thousand times before. It’s in the way Tim worships him so openly, so effortlessly, without hesitation.

Like instinct. Like inevitability.

The family doesn’t know what to do with them.

Tim, whose love is all-consuming, who would burn the world to the ground if it ever so much as thought of harming Danny. Danny, who welcomes Tim’s obsession with the amused indulgence of a man who was clearly adored in another lifetime and carries the memory of it in his bones.

Danny sweeps Tim into his arms at a moment’s notice, presses kisses against his wrist with breathless adoration, waxes poetic about Tim’s brilliance, his beauty, his mind.

Tim, for his part, is indulgent. Amused. He watches Danny with dark, knowing eyes, lips quirked in a smile that betrays nothing but quiet satisfaction. He tilts his chin up just slightly when Danny kisses his hand, his wrist, the inside of his palm. A queen granting favor.

They move through the world as though they exist on some other plane, where every touch is sacred and every look is a vow.

They are impossible to be around.

“Mon amour,” Danny gasps the moment Tim steps into the room, eyes alight with an adoration that borders on worship. He strides forward, hands already reaching for Tim’s waist, his arms, anything he can hold.

Tim hums, tilting his head as Danny presses a kiss to the back of his hand. “Darling,” he murmurs, amusement dancing at the edges of his voice.

Jason groans. Steph makes a gagging noise.

“You were apart for five minutes,” Duke says flatly.

“Five minutes too long,” Danny insists, pressing his forehead dramatically against Tim’s shoulder. “The sun is cold without you, my love.”

Tim lifts a delicate brow, but his fingers still come up to tangle in Danny’s hair, slow and methodical. A caress disguised as nothing at all. “You are insufferable.”

“And yet, you adore me.”

A smile, small and sharp, curls at the edges of Tim’s lips. “A tragic truth.”

Cass watches them with knowing and amused eyes. Duke mutters something about how it’s “so much worse in person.” Damian looks between them with deep suspicion but diligently sketches the scene anyway.

And Bruce? Bruce has seen a lot of things in his life. He’s fought gods, stood against the impossible, watched the world bend and break and come back together again.

But nothing—nothing—could have prepared him for the reincarnation of Odysseus and Penelope manifesting in his own home.

Tim and Danny don’t care.

Tim is obsessed. Tim is devoted. Tim is utterly, ridiculously in love, and he makes sure Danny knows it every waking moment of his existence.

Danny basks in it.

They have done this before, in another life, in another time, and they will do it again in the next.

Because, for Tim and Danny, love is eternal.

[yeyinde]

no honestly the worst part of trying to cannibalise simon would be that i know his freak ass is so into it. you bite him as a joke and he’s grabbing the back of your head and pushing it into his arm harder to make the imprints of your teeth deeper. he goes to work and johnny asks him why the fuck it looks like he was fighting zombies from the last of us and simon’s like i have a pup at home who’s teething. and he’s soooo mean about biting you back, he makes them bruise and then flicks them when they hurt just to be mean :( he matches my freak in my head sorry

don't apologise. this is. everything to me, actually. because a pup at home that's teething???? ahhhh i'm gonna be sick!!!!!! 😭 the way he'd look at you too. when his eyes get all flat and dark, heavy lidded. he's amused, yeah, but you've done something here. woke something up.

his little "bite harder, birdie. lets leave a scar" all low and brassy would send me over the edge. makes a game of it to see how many scars you can leave. and him being aggressive with you too is just perfect. keeps biting the same spot over and over again until you can feel the indents of his teeth long after it's healed over. something to remind you of him, he says, and you give up mentioning normal things, like jewellery or trinkets because you like seeing your teeth marks on the side of his neck a little too much to keep pretending.

but it's all fun and games until he takes your ring finger into maw and bites down right at the last knuckle. it's only when he does the same with his, pushing it into your mouth with a heavy gaze and purring out a deceptively calm, even now bite me birdie, that you realise what it means.

[vaguely-concerned]

the fact that irving canonically survives through the end of asunder to be at wynne's funeral is so fucking funny to me. nothing but love and respect for MY unstoppable cockroach morally grey machiavellian mage dad!!! he's survived in his position through multiple attempted rites of annulment and blood mage plots popping up left right and center around him. the chantry keeps trying to stamp him out but his dodge game is simply out of this world, divine. civil wars, political machinations and minefields, chantry atrocities, this wily old motherfucker is dodging and weaving his way through it all, not-quite-no-hits-taken-running-it-but-honestly-close-enough-under-the-circumstances style. if solas does succeed in tearing down the veil I would fully believe that one of the like three people still alive at the end of it all would be a very weary 90 year old first enchanter irving going 'oh this shit again huh'. the maker has cursed him for his hubris and his paperwork is never finished (affectionate, it's fine he canonically loves paperwork)

[podcast-hemocytoblast]

When you think about it, it was pretty on brand for Elias to start the apocalypse by giving Jon Evil Paperwork.

[pixiecaps]

dream you cannot nitpick the semantics of everything and try to wiggle your way out of genuine criticism of you and your friends when tubbo will just pull up receipts and present everything to you so directly. “i will never know what his intentions were with what he said” you are like the dirt under my shoe.

[mercymaker]

𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐎𝐍 + partner outfit swap 🔮🌩️

[5hrignold]

i meant to put this together days ago but here’s pim gifs from the new episode let’s all pretend it still just came out lalalala

[awhoreintheory]

Spidey in Gotham brainrot is bad rn, and the whole Richard Grayson = Richard Parker thing??? Can't take it. I just can't. Imagine Peter busking in gotham by doing acrobatics or juggling (spider senses come real handy in catching stuff, imagine how damn good at juggling he would be with like a little bit of practice??) bc he's broke as hell and he doesn't have to keep up with his nerd persona at school or anything, so why not? And just Dick?? Seeing this street performer kid??? Who looks just like him????? A tiny lost little Grayson????? I wish I could draw bc I see it so clearly, but sadly I can only do like stick figures.

Bold of you to assume I wouldn't LOVE a stick figure reenactment

But no you get it!!! I'm completely absorbed in the Richard Parker is Dick Grayson brainrot,,, it's so good. I love street performer Peter just as much as him being in the circus!! He would decimate people in break dancing and magic tricks using his stickiness!! Peter could totally wow audiences by juggling stuff like knives too!

I love torturing Dick with parallels just as I do with much Peter. Dick, seeing a homeless, witty orphan moving with the grace of an acrobat and wanting to take him home and feed him,,, only to find out, holy shit, the sassy kid who juggles knives is actually his??? If he wasn't already a mother hen before, paternal instincts have intensified it by 200%.

[demaparbat-hp]

Yoi is a babe 🫶

A diva, is what he is.

[knific]

[eelclaw]

stupid fucking bastard. i am not coping with the leaks

[altcvnningham]

hey guys do you think some of bell’s “favourite” songs are actually just adler’s or

[seiwas]

instagram dump with your selfship! (model/actor!au sel x satoru ver.)

seltoru behind-the-scenes dump — work days and winding down~

liked by sstoru and others

sellybelly last week's shenanigans ✨ 1: shoot day! 📸 2: nails sponsored by mr. gojo satoru 💅 3. loved our outfits for the awards 🥺 (thank you dior! 💫) 4. that feeling when you change into home clothes tho >> 5. maybe he's pretty sometimes 🙄 6. caught him in the act (texting me during a meeting 😭) 7. satoru in hair & makeup (some good sleep he's had there 🤧) 8. our lil treat to end the week 🍓😋 9. phone hijacked by mr. gojo satoru 🧿🧿 👁️👁️

sstoru knew you were obsessed with me 😌

thanks for the tag my love @tteokdoroki this was so so fun 🥺 tagging: anyone else who wants to do this!! it's so pretty and so fun 🥺

[jaybirdsandbabybats]

fun little jayvik tidbits from (pre-retcon) league lore for arcane-onlys!

jayce always viewed viktor with rose-tinted glasses. that isn't an arcane-only change they made.

jayce's account of them working together in their academy days:

vs viktor's account:

even in their divorce era, jayce still saw viktor with emotions that he has long since discarded.

jayce's account from the fight:

vs viktor's account:

and finally, in the aftermath:

jayce's account:

and viktor's:

viktor truly won the idgaf wars when it came to jayce in league canon