#he tripped

[crystallizsch]

random conversations in the classroom ~

[beauregard-sinclair-ask]

Ayoooo! Welcome back!

*steals your hat and bolts*

Motherfucker-

[chaoticlad]

I felt like it 😔

[verylateagain]

Drew this when backdraft dropped

[noahmcart]

Corazon is number 1 on my list of top 10 op characters that are most likely to get stuck in a glue trap. Please help him, he tripped.

[veszelboy]

my baby…. Febby fabear….

[lillyarttoheart]

Mess detectives my beloved

[duckysprouts]

brain chemistry changed from no longer you and monster btw

[nothing-impt]

Hermes with his great-grandchildren

[pangur-and-grim]

she's so curious and gentle

[tsotc]

fucking obsessed with the uni town i live in

[bruciemilf]

Alfred honestly can’t say shit about Bruce bringing in strays, because what if the Waynes got him the same way?

I genuinely can’t recall HOW Alfred, British special forces extraordinaire, ended up working for Gotham’s (scary) sweethearts.

In my mind, he came to them bleeding.

There’s a tang of bitterness pooling in his gut. Soldiers don’t have friends. They have guns. And he’s all out.

Just when Alfred thought all is in peril, a tiny little hand gently covers a nasty bullet hole on his abdomen.

The first thing Alfred thinks about is: ‘Jesus, this kid has scary eyes.’

“Hi, Alfred.”

“…How do you—“

“Bruce! Jesus FUCKING Christ, I swear, I’m not paying for your ransom next time you run o—…What the fuck is that?”

If there’s one thing about Thomas that Alfred will never forget is his voice; The bass , so chasmic and powerful it could shake the whole world, and the burning care in his eyes despite his vulgarity.

Bruce, — who’s the tiniest bundle of a boy Alfred witnessed, is yanked up by his father’s strong hands, squeezed to his chest carefully. “Hurt,” he says. There’s a tiny, red handprint on Thomas’ shirt.

“Yeah, I didn’t notice,” Thomas mumbling, looking around.

Maybe local gangs? The bullet point is too precise, too calculated. “Who the hell are you?”

Alfred, with his raspy breath, says, “I’m the terribly rude bloke dying on your doorstep, I’m afraid. Alfred Pennyworth. At your service.”

For a guy who’s about to bleed his last, he sounds awfully sarcastic.

“Yeah, wise guy, no one’s dying on my kid’s birthday. Bruce, tell Dotty to prep up the basement. And tell your mama to get my Budlight out of the cooler. Jesus Christ.”

Alfred ends up hoisted on this man’s back. Thomas asks if he has anyone he wants to call? Anyone that’ll come pick him up? Anyone to bury him, if it comes to it.

Alfred whispers he does not.

Thomas sighs. “Well. Kid‘a been asking for a playmate.”

[localsleepwalker]

No one:

Me:

*throws my oc down the stairs for comedic effect*

Oh no, he tripped

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

you’re kidding me, right?? 😭

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BEHOLD THE LATEST TWST MERCH… a toy truck?????? They made merch of the isekai truck?!?!?!!!!/j 💀

IS IT JUST ME OR???? It looks like the dorm leaders and Grim are tacked up missing people posters… or wanted posters…

[curioscurio]

I'm rewatching Steven Universe and I will never forgive Fandom for what it did to her

[dartbread]

Art block so bad I drew my fave falling down stairs.