#he's such a grump

[teafourbirds]

thanks a hell of a lot!

 [I.D. in ALT]

Green Arrow (1988—1998): Vol 2, #21 // Vol 2, #20 // Vol 2, #57

[constellaris]

@draconicfool : quiet staring 'pretty man that could kill me'

And likely will if given even an ounce of a reason to.

" Did no one teach you not to stare ? "

[goshiikkuburcdo]

crewisms perona vc: what am i chopped liver

“I don’t recall being asked if I wished to adopt. Nor did I think you were looking for a parental figure.”

[pinkomcranger]

@hearts-are-connected more AW/KH art!

A hero shot of Alan, Saga and Alex's Kingdom Hearts designs.

[panakina]

Favourite thing in batfam fics is when Jason’s siblings look at him expecting their dork of a brother, grouchy but lovable butt-monkey of many a family in joke, and instead see a cold unflinching face, and for just a second remember this guy once seized Gotham by the throat.

[strawberri-draws]

shuichi posting

[loneliii-aura]

I'm gonna say it! The thing that made me grumpiest about wtnv fandom back in the day was the belief that Cecil buys into the propaganda! He does NOT! This man is looking you dead in the eyes and saying "do not look at the mountains. The government denies ALL EXISTENCE of such mountains. The mountains are not real." You think he gets sent to re-education every six weeks for FUN?! He is a journalist frantically trying to get around censorship! The government would like to strangle him for talking about this! COME ON!

[3dsben]

Oh I'm not polishing this HAVE IT (done in one afternoon)

Warning for coarse language

[dimpus]

came across this ten minute power hour clip and had to set it to this

[batfamfucker]

My absolute favourite Superbat trope is both of them knowing Clark could literally kill Bruce in a heartbeat, but both of them knowing he never would.

Despite the awareness of this power, Bruce trusts Clark.

Bruce gets off on knowing the most powerful being in the world is wrapped around his finger, beck and call. His ever paranoid brain never fully convinced that Clark couldn't just turn. A bad day, a biological beckoning, maybe he's a damn sleeper agent. Or maybe he could just get carried away and grip Bruce during a wave of pleasure he has no control over, and break him.

But all those thoughts are cut short and fears ignored whenever he looks at Clark. His smiling face, his glinting eyes. The fluffiness of his hair. The scrunch of his eyebrows when he's writing, the frustrated click of his tongue when he can’t think of a word.

His genuine clumsiness. Tripping over his own feet. Sat down and managing to miss his mouth, coffee spilling down his shirt. The soft avoidance of curses due to Southern manners, and their Bruce's children being present.

The most gentle of touches when he interacts with the kids, just in case.

Likewise, Clark enjoys knowing the ever paranoid Batman is willing to succumb to him because he trusts him. The man who has a contigency plans for his darn contingency plans.

The man who won't let anyone know when he's injured after a battle because it's a sign of vulnerability he can't allow. Yet his eyes will find Superman's. Only partly because he knows Kal-El would be able to see the extent of his injuries even if Batman tried to convince him they weren't there. Mostly, because the only times he'll cross Batman's boundaries is when it's a matter of care for Bruce's wellbeing. That look that Batman sends him is an admittance of needing help. He'd never say it. The look is enough.

Kal will quite visibly and unashamedly use his powers against Bruce, willing to see what Bruce tries to deter everyone else from. Then, still against Batman's wishes, he'll overpower him. Drag him away from the battle and somewhere he can recover. It's one of the few instances where he'd use his strength as an advantage and Bruce knows that. Bruce trusts him not to do it for any other intention. Bruce makes Clark feel human in a world that likes to remind him that he's not.

Clark would never hurt a damn fly but he could. But Bruce knows him.

[yourplaywright]

hey did someone say they want more babybee? i say as i shove someone out of the way.

i brought more…. so…. take it ig

“You’re going to get me in trouble!” Jazz hisses, picking B up. The bot dangles down like a roudy newbuild, crossed arms and pout included. Well, that makes sense, since nobody knows how old B is, though it can’t be more than 10 cycles with how underdeveloped some parts of his frame were.

“I was trying to help!” B cries, eyeridges furrowing. “How was I supposed to know that would happen?”

Jazz gestures wildly to the light fixture that, suspiciously, was now shattered and scattered on the floor. “The fact it was swinging didn’t clue you in?”

“Everyone deserves a chance!”

“It is— was— a fragging light!”

B’s shoulders slump. “‘m sorry, Jazz.”

“You should be,” he huffs, glaring at the younger bot through his visor. “Honestly, if you got hurt Elita would flip out. You aren’t, right?”

“Nope!” B gives him a thumbs up.

Jazz shakes his head, feelings simmering down. “I’m sorry for yelling, I just got stressed thinking you were hurt. Check in with Ratchet to make sure you didn’t cut yourself on any glass, alright?”

“Alright.”

—

“What do you mean you can’t find him?”

Elita levels him with a look. “You know what I mean. He’s not in Optimus’ office, he’s not trying to bother me, and Cliffjumper and Hotrod have been racing with Mirage all day.”

“Oh,” Jazz says. “Have you checked with Ratchet in the medbay?”

“Why would B be in the medbay?!”

Jazz raises his servos. “Hey, hey, calm down Dad. I told him to check in with Ratchet after he had a little accident, that’s all.”

“An accident?” Elita places her servos on her hips, looking less than convinced.

“He fell,” Jazz says, not technically lying. “He was totally fine, though, just thought he should get looked over.”

Elita’s face softens. He won’t be maimed, then. “Right. Well, you’re coming with me to check when Ratchet last saw him.”

“Sir, yes, sir!”

—

“B hasn’t been in for any checkups,” Ratchet says, scrolling through a datapad. “I think he’s been ignoring the developmental ones, too.”

“Oh,” says Jazz, who’s chance of being murdered have increased fivefold. “You’re sure?”

“Positive.” Ratchet sighs heavily, squinting at whatever he’s reading. “I need to take his inner energon samples to see if he still has that mineral deficency…”

“We’ll leave you to it, doc,” Elita says, smiling.

“Please don’t send Jazz back to me,” the medic deadpans.

Jazz laughs awkwardly and backs away. “I’ll go look over… here.”

Elita glares. “If I find him first, I’m cutting your pay.”

“If I do?”

“Your reward is survival.”

Jazz takes the hint, sprinting down the hallway.

—

B messed up. He messed up and Jazz was mad at him.

He covers his mouth to stifle another sob, curling up more. His frame hurts, glass shoved into delicate joints and under thin plating. His digits ache. It hurts and he deserves it, doesn’t he? He messed up, like he always does.

They’ll realise how useless he is and then they’ll send him back to sublevel 50 because that’s the best place for a useless glitch like him—

Above him, something creaks. He glances up and yelps quietly when he sees Laserbeak staring back at him.

“Wh- How did you get in here?”

Laserbeak chirps, hopping down and landing on his shoulder. He cringes a bit and the cassessete starts rumbling gently. 

“You really shouldn’t be here,” he mumbles, which just makes Laserbeak hunker down more. “Alright, alright.”

He shuffles to place the cassessete in his lap, messing with some of the kibble on his wings. “It’s a long way from the base,” he says. “Are you hungry?”

The cassessete hops around, doing an uncharacteristically obvious basic scan. B blinks, realising his own energon levels are low. “Oh.”

Laserbeak nudges his helm gently, before taking off out an open window he never noticed before.

“That’s one hidey hole compromised,” B says, standing up on shaky legs and sliding out of the storage room.

He presses himself against the wall as a blur of colour rushes by. He recognises the shades of blue, white, and black as belonging to Jazz. 

… he should probably help him.

[tamagoneko]

uh oh❣️

[mel0ns0pe]

i attempted to make this look like a painting, didn't get it quite right, i still like tho

[tomatoart]

beach episode 🦇🪼

[fanfic-gremlin-ft-trauma]

something that a lot of people don’t seem to understand about Zuko is that:

the guy’s a huge fucking dork. he’s such a goof. a silly guy even.

like when I read fics and some of them characterise him as being all ‘oh I’m so shy abt my bf like I’m gonna be all stoic and tsundere blah blah blah.’ are u kidding? did we watch the same show? like if we’re talking abt Canon Content™️ then,,, look at how he was around Mai??? he was so loving and adoring and goofy and smiley???

like listen, if him and Sokka were to actually date, he’d be such a lil goof about him. giggling kicking his feet under the covers blushing even. cuz this dude runs on Self Hatred so he’d b like: ‘pretty boy??? paying attention to m e ???’ n then he’d go and smile to himself and continue to be in post bf brushed my hand afterglow for like the whole day

[bluuscreen]

shows up to good game 7 years late with *remembers i’ve never been to a starbucks* um . some instant coffee i made at home i guess