#he's munchin

[sebastian-ciel-mutual-bullying]

Yall I just found this official art

He looks so stupid.

So stupid and so dumb

Oh my god, his big ol fangs

Oh, he's so goddamn cute

I'm so in love

What are ya doin, buddy? You can't eat human food !! Stupid dummy you look stupid

[delusionsofgrandeur13]

pt. 2

you just saw your ex boyfriend, dick grayson, for the first time since he broke up with you.

you ran into him on the street.

no, like, literally ran into him.

you were walking your mom’s dog for her, a german shepherd she got when you moved out. she’d aptly named him trouble. despite his name, trouble was usually a mellow guy, even if he was huge. walking him was just another thing you were doing to try and ignore the thoughts constantly pounding out a beat in your head.

oh, dick would think this is funny! that’s dick’s favorite color, i should buy it! dick and i should go there on our next date!

and on, and on, and on, and on, and on, and on, and on, and on, and on, and on and-

anyways, you were definitely trying to keep yourself busy.

any time a memory popped up in your brain of him—

laughing at your jokes, holding you close while you fell asleep, kissing your neck while he thrust into you

—you’d empty the dishwasher, paint your nails, (any color but blue) turn on reality tv, read a book, stuff your face, whatever.

anything to stop fucking thinking about him and his stupid blue eyes and his dumb smile.

you’d been been watching the news, sprawled across the couch. just the regular gotham news: don’t use main street, mr. freeze’s ray iced out the pavement. the iceberg lounge had been raided by the police for the third time this month. the justice league defeated yet another extraterrestrial threat to humanity, blah, blah, blah. you weren’t really watching. the news program ended, and the next one started. a gotham gossip show. they were doing a special segment on the wayne family.

of course they fucking were. even your tv was conspiring against you. you had to resist the urge to chuck the remote at it.

you turned it off instead, heading to your room to get ready for a run.

(running for exercise or running from your thoughts?)

your mom had asked you to take trouble right before you’d walked out the door, and so you grabbed him and his leash and headed out. you’d forgotten the bags for his poop, but you didn’t think you would be out that long, so you just kept on going.

you were wearing the leggings dick had bought you, ones he joked should be a specific blue color. you hadn’t understood then, but you more than understood now. it was warmer, and so you just had on an old sports bra on top, and some converse.

you were not the athletic type. that was dick. probably still was. you wouldn’t really know.

you hadn’t talked since it happened, like three or four weeks ago.

time had become a little fuzzy. your mom said you could stay with her as long as you needed, but you were starting to get the itch to move out.

nothing against your mom, it’s just hard to sob really loudly into a pint of ice cream when she’s there.

and she keeps trying to wash the one shirt of dick’s you still have. you know, fully well, how dumb it is, (and a little gross) but you’re still wearing his shirt every night to bed. and maybe it’s all in your head, but it still smells like him. you aren’t ready to wash it. besides, now that you’re sleeping by yourself, you’re pretty sure it’s helping you fall asleep. something that was hard to do the first few nights without your big warm boyfriend next to you in bed.

it probably isn’t good for you, to keep wearing his shirt.

you’d had your hand between your thighs more than once late at night thinking about being enveloped in his scent. your nights were haunted with thoughts of his body over yours, his phantom voice in your ear. calling you angel, asking you if this was heaven, like the last time you’d had sex.

it definitely isn’t good for you.

but neither is life without dick grayson.

you try not to dwell on the fact that dick had given you a sort of non-reason for the breakup. sure, it got lonely sometimes, or you got anxious for your masked boyfriend, so you cried. so what if your patience wore thin after a few too many “i’m sorry, angel, i can’t make it this time”-s.

you were human!

but you’d never, never once complained about his absence or his commitments to his family.

never.

he’d just assumed you were silently suffering and it really irked you if you thought about it for too long. you still weren’t sure if you were mad at him or sad, or whatever. it felt like your brain couldn’t decide on an emotion so you just got twelve at once. but what you did know for sure was that he was 110% worth it to you. you just wish he’d realize that. see that. instead of just the times you were a little emotionally strung out. your ex boyfriend was too willing to sacrifice his own mental health for the sake of yours and you were sick of it. but you didn’t know if you had the courage to say that to him. or even see him, after the way this breakup had hit you.

your friends had managed to get you out of the house, a few times now.

you’d gotten almost too drunk every time, escaping your friends and going outside to get some air. this time, you saw a guy that looked just enough like dick, and it’d all been too much. so you got out of there. you sat yourself down on the curb, looking up at the hazy rooftops. you were always looking up. always.

and since the break up, you’d noticed the vigilantes of your city more often. maybe there was more criminal activity. maybe you were just paying more attention than you used to.

you’d seen spoiler and orphan, pounding the pavement behind you to run after some seedy looking guy holding a briefcase. you think spoiler tried to high five you on the way past, but there was no way. you wrote it off as your memory embellishing things.

you were pretty sure red hood had nodded at you before disappearing down a fire escape on the other side of the building.

your mom had recently gotten a delivery of security cameras for her house. but she hadn’t ordered them. the shipping address had only the address of some warehouse on the dock, the name just, ‘R.R.’ you’d set the cameras up, but you and your mom both were still baffled about it.

and here, sitting on the curb, you were staring at what looked like a dark figure crouched on the rooftop opposite. they’d been there when you’d entered the club, too.

you squinted, trying to make out shoulders and suit colors, when they stood up, and the light bounced off his shiny cowl.

fucking batman?

you shook your head, trying to shake your drunk brain like an etch-a-sketch. there was actually no way.

a smaller figure, one you hadn’t seen behind the shape of batman (!?) pulled a weapon, a gleaming silver sword, and pointed it at you. your head spun. batman (there was no way) shook his head at robin. he sheathed his sword, throwing his hands up in what looked like annoyance. you blinked, and they were gone.

you weren’t really sure if it had happened or not. you’d been trying not to think too hard about the fact that you still hadn’t seen nightwing. you’d really been trying.

so instead, you were walking your mom’s dog.

trouble had, in fact, pooped, and you were frantically looking around for something to pick it up with. gotham was already shitty enough without the addition of, well, literal shit. the streets were busy, but not crowded, and someone down the block whistled for a cab, catching your attention. you turned, and at the same time, trouble jerked your arm, pulling you backwards into someone walking on the sidewalk. the stranger made a choked sound.

“trouble??”

your heart stopped. you held your breath, turning around.

trouble was at attention, looking up at your ex-boyfriend with his head cocked.

dick’s eyes were wide. his hair shorter than you remember. he leaned down to scratch trouble behind the ears, his biceps and shoulder muscles in hard relief. are you dreaming? you didn’t recognize the shirt he had on, but he was wearing your favorite jeans of his, and his matching converse. your mouth felt like a desert.

trouble trails around the two of you, the leash long. he loves your ex-boyfriend, you know he won’t go anywhere.

“did you cut your hair?” you take a step forward. dick does too.

“i-” he clears his throat. “i did. do you like it?” he shifts his eyes, his cheeks bright pink.

you make a show of looking it over. he turns his head so you can see it from all angles. like he always did when he got a haircut.

your chest hurts.

you nod approvingly, flashing him a weak smile.

“it looks really nice. you’re very-” your face heats as you stop yourself. “it looks very handsome.”

that’s an understatement. you would’ve climbed him like a tree the minute he’d come home looking like that. the way his biceps were bulging out of his shirt sleeves could not be good for his circulation. it was great for yours, your heart was beating a mile a minute.

dick smiles down at you, stepping forward again.

“thanks.” he looks down, taking in your outfit. “nice leggings, ang-” he’s cut off when trouble spots a squirrel and darts, barking wildly. the problem is, trouble had been walking his leashed self around you and dick.

you’re now chest to chest with your ex boyfriend in the middle of a sidewalk, tied to him by rope. you vaguely hear trouble whine at the way his collar bit into his neck from the leash pulling taut. you didn’t even have the time to process the fact that he had almost called you angel. which was probably a good thing.

you’re breathing heavily, while dick doesn’t seem to be breathing at all.

he’s put his arms around you on instinct, and you hate the way you feel like you’re home. a shiver runs up your spine at the sudden closeness, and dick peers down at you through half-lids. your mouth dries up again. you suddenly feel indignant.

“you are not allowed to breakup with me and then show up and look at me like that!” you hiss at him.

you would throw up your hands in exasperation if they weren’t basically pinned to dick’s body. a smile breaks across his face, his bright blue eyes telling you everything you need to know. he stares at you, studying you. you wonder if he can feel how hard your heart is beating.

“alfred taught me a new recipe.” he blurts, his hand clutching at your back.

he’s adorable. but you school your face and raise an eyebrow at him.

“..oookay?”

dick blushes, his face sheepish. “i could make it for you, if you wanted.”

“what i want is an apology.” you look him up and down.

your ex boyfriend grimaces, squeezing his eyes shut. “understandable.”

“on your hands and knees. i think this is one of those begging-for-my-forgiveness type situations, don’t you think?”

dick nods, a strand of hair falling across his forehead. his eyes flash.

“you don’t have to worry about getting me on my knees.”

one heartbeat pounds behind your ribs, the other one between your legs. you huff out a weird sort of nervous laugh.

“oh, i’m not joking.” his lips curve up in a smile, one you know very well. he obviously plans to make up on lost time.

you forgot how charming he was. you have to practically force yourself to breathe. you’d do anything to have the real thing over his old t-shirt. you give yourself a mental shake.

he can flirt all he wants, but what about your heart? you look up at him, and his face softens, his pupils huge.

“can you get us untangled?”

dick nods, whistling for trouble. he frees an arm and grabs trouble’s collar, guiding him back around so the leash falls to the sidewalk. you step back, taking a deep breath. you’re cold at the sudden loss of his body heat. it’s a harsh reminder of reality. you grab trouble’s leash, having him sit. you look at your ex boyfriend.

“thanks.” you take another deep breath. “can you promise me something, though?”

he nods, his face serious. “anything. anything at all.”

“promise you won’t break my heart again?” you hold out your pinky finger.

dick coughs, surprised at your words. he looks down, taking a shaky breath. he’s in disbelief, he’s ecstatic, he’s on top of the world, he…has a lot of apologizing to do.

when he looks back up to offer up his own pinky, his eyes are shining. the sight makes your heart melt. you take his finger in yours, beaming up at him.

he gives you a soft smile in return. “i promise.”

you take your hand back, feeling the most hopeful you have in a month.

a breeze picks up, and the whiff you get reminds you of your earlier predicament. you look down. dick looks down too.

shit. literally.

you forgot about the fact that trouble had used the sidewalk as a toilet.

“is that trouble’s?” he asks.

you nod, making a face. “i forgot the poop bags.”

“rookie mistake.” dick shakes his head, smiling. you look him up and down, and then turn, walking back the way you came.

“text me about that recipe!” you lift your hand in a wave.

“but-..uh, the shit?” he calls after you.

“that’s alllll you, baby!” you yell back, practically skipping away. you feel like you’re floating.

[liesmyth]

Fuck every other question about John Gaius, none of that matters. Do you think he actually only ate peanuts discreetly, the once?

John Gaius is a dirty liar who lies. That was just the only time he was caught.

[zetterbabe]

he's back (02.27.24)

[novakiart]

for spideypool props- just like. peter. eating cheetos. why? I don’t know. how does wade fit into that situation? I don’t know. but peter munching on cheetos.

what are you going to do with this I'm so scared

[mister-carnival]

Winning is Sinning ;)

Gonna do the whole lineup, but wanted to share these two first. Had fun doing a personal take on the Sins <3 Behold the beautiful boys

[dollopheadedmerlin]

Leave Us Be

Merlin flees with Freya and begins working with her to try and find a safe way to manage her curse and live a full and happy life. But one crisp dawn, Camelot's hunt for the Bastet ends.

Only Merlin is curled up along side her, a protective arm across her tired body. His eyes stap open as they approach, the promise of fierce resistance glowing defiantly through the morning gloom.

[tealmussel]

L Lawliet || Death Note

Caught this gremlin stealing all my sweets.

[getosugurusbangs]

Hey, how are you now? Are you well?

If yes, then can you come and pick up your girlfriend from the park?

He is eating all the trees :(

yeah, i’m doing good now!

but uh…. i’ll come pick him up momentarily. just make sure he stays there

[gunslinginnhogtyin]

Later, when Butch is alone off in essentially what is the middle of nowhere, that’s when all of that anger from earlier boils to the surface and pours out of him like hot lava. He thought that maybe shooting his guns might make him feel better, some target practice on bottles he can pretend are a certain lunks face—but for once, it does little to comfort him. He chucks his guns at an old pile of liquor bottles with a frustrated shout and then takes to pacing back and forth, boots crunching against the dirt and broken glass beneath his feet as he rants to his horse, Darlene.

She seems content listening as she munches away on some fresh exotic fruit he had snagged from a market somewhere in the city for her. His hands gesture all around as he rants, and as he throws them around, he can feel a spark of something at his fingertips—fire. It’s happening again but nothing had been able to quell his mounting rage, not now since he’s actually able to let it all out without actually taking it out on someone he cares about.

And he’s not just mad about what had happened earlier this morning, he’s mad at everything—his ongoing situation, what he was, himself. He’s ashamed even. He simply regrets making his way into the city that morning with Rachael, he regrets walking into that coffee shop, and he certainly regrets taking offense to that jerks words because NOW he feels as though he’s gone and ruined something important. And maybe he has. There was no way to know for sure without some sort of reassurance and he sure as hell wasn’t going to fishing for any of that.

An exasperated sigh leaves him after a long moment of throwing fire around, kicking bottles, and shattering them against trees in a fit of anger. He can feel his body growing tired with the amount of energy he’s expending so abruptly, but he doesn’t know how to conserve it in this state.

With an agitated growl, the cowboy throws his hat on the ground and stomps on it angrily, hands moving to his hair and yanking roughly at an attempt to still his nerves. Pain usually helped to distract from the pain inside, but this time it’s not very effective. In fact, he immediately feels bad for doing such a thing to an item he holds so dear. He pauses, looking down at his hat, his brows furrowing some. He’s silent for a long moment…before plucking it up off of the ground and brushing it off, another sigh leaving him. Then, he trudges over to his horse and collapses on the ground next to where she lay, leaning against her pitifully and squeezing his eyes shut. He felt utterly out of place in this world, however long he had been here… time had done little to heal any wounds since returning to the mortal realm. Why was he like this? He curls up next to his horse, hugging his hat to his chest. What was the point? Why was he still here? Was he supposed to die in that book? If so, why didn’t he? The negative thoughts don’t stop and they’re worse when his eyes are closed. He’s going to keep to himself for a while.

[spuddragon]

I love these little (actually quite large) bastards

[transsexualraskolnikov]

im going berserk over this official art. i think i’ve stared at it for straight 20 minutes now

[spindle-and-nima]

Can we get a leafy green tier list from spindle and nima please??

Absolutely! they share the same favorites I'll give you the top 5 favorite greens and the 5 that were HARD misses and I'll let spindle rate those bc Nima just eats spindles favs and I don't waste money buying food one rabbit won't eat. Without further ado here's the ranking:

Number 1: Dandelion (5 stars, will binky every time)

Spindle: will jump inside the bowl as I'm setting it down

Nima: binkies the second dandelion is spotted

Number 2: Cilantro

Spindle: very close to dandelion. Boy eats it so fast and he gets an added bonus of smelling like cilantro all day 💀

Nima: mmmmmmm

Number 3: Mint

Spindle: a rare treat so he goes insane and his farts are diabolical

Nima: yumy but no strong opinions

Number 4: Green leaf lettuce

Spindle and Nima: oh boy time to scatter it around everywhere and roll around in it THEN eat it. Delicious

Number 5: Dill

Spindle LOVES it but Nima not sooo much though she will eat it. Spindle ends up smelling like pickled beast which is a minus honestly

Now for the hated greens:

Number 1: collard greens

Spindle literally gets offended he gives me this very specific look that tells me I better count my days. He will flip over the bowl and poop on it. Jail for mother and hell

Number 2: turnip greens

Spindle ate em as a baby but now hates it he will go on a food strike if I serve it

Number 3: rainbow swiss chard

Don't come at me I know it's high in oxalic acid I gave it to him once to see if it could be a rare treat. The colors made him nervous and he went on a food strike

Number 4: Romain lettuce

Seriously is it that different from Green leaf? I know it's sweeter but Last I gave him this he got so mad he pissed in the water bowl too 💀💀💀

Number 5: Endive lettuce

He's not a huge fan when it comes into the green rotation. He reluctantly eats it but you can tell he wishes it was dandelion. At least he eats it tho.

[zetterbabe]

🗣️🗣️🗣️ (02.17.24)

[beatlebug987]

I love that Conan’s “secret” TikTok account is just a snack review now

[saffronscales]

Trans dad goose part 222???????????????????? Thank u for the chance 🙏

take this abomination