#he's there in spirit

[kazthisnuts]

grief.

[chamoemileclown]

after its all gone

[epicfirestormer]

This is what he said right

More meme accurate version underneath:

[janecklyn]

Big Brother, won't you play with your little sister?

[cleopatragirlie]

Me when I've never been normal about anything in my life

[antebunny]

jealousy, jealousy

Tim cannot stand the sight of Jason and Damian getting along. They are brothers, so it happens quite often. Damian sniffs and says something pithy, Jason chuckles and pats him like you would an angry little kitten. Damian, feathers ruffled, demands Jason remove his hand from Damian before Damian removes it from his body. Jason scruffs him even harder. Sometimes they slip into Arabic, which always mollifies Damian more than English.

“I don’t get what your problem is,” Steph says. 

She’s sprawled on her new purple English roll arm couch that Tim got her for her birthday. He got her a lot of things, actually, and then they got into a huge fight because Steph felt bought and condescended to and Tim felt hurt because he’d only wanted to do something nice for his best friend. God, you’re just like B, she’d accused, and wasn’t it just terrible that Tim would’ve taken that as a compliment if not for her tone?

In the end, she kept the couch, and Tim sometimes comes over and watches trashy TV with her until the neon horror of real life bleeds into LED pixels and A24 dreamscapes. He’s been doing that more and more ever since Red Hood. Ever since he couldn’t look at Dick Grayson, his so-called big brother, and feel like he’s being squeezed out. Steph hasn’t complained. Yet. 

“So the biggest asshole gets along with the tiniest brat. So what?”

“It would be easier if Damian wasn’t so…” Tim gestures with his bowl of popcorn. “Damian.”

It’s impossible to capture the sheer Damian-ness of Damian in a single a adjective. Tim had been excited to become an older brother. He thought he could do what Dick did for him. Tim failed to realize just how much he was not and could never be Dick Grayson. 

Steph snorts. “Well-said.”

“You say it better than,” Tim retorts. He stuffs a handful of popcorn in his mouth and pretends to pay attention to whatever is on Steph’s TV screen.

“He’s got a need to prove himself wrapped in a superiority complex,” Steph says promptly. 

“Emphasis on the superiority complex,” Tim mutters darkly. 

Really, he’s the last person that should be joking about this, though. Most of Damian’s insults are depressingly familiar to everyone else. He mocks Barbara for being disabled, spews a barrage of nonsensical slut-shaming insults at Steph which he clearly was taught but does not understand, and denigrates Jason for being a street kid before Bruce took him in. None of that is new to them. The unexpected part is that Damian also has a slew of insults for Tim’s parentage and background. Sometimes just his skills and contributions to the Wayne family and Gotham vigilante scene, his value as a person. So while everyone else shrugs their shoulders and ignores Damian’s comments, Tim bristles and bites back the urge to attack Damian back. He has never before experienced this blatant disregard and condescension towards Tim as a person, and he cannot stand it.

But he’s the only one. 

Bruce alone escapes Damian’s attacks and welcomes his new son with open arms. Alfred, Barbara and Dick are too good and too patient to do anything but calmly and lovingly try to teach Damian better. Steph can’t be bothered to care. And Jason, the only one whom Tim thought he could trust to dislike Damian, bonded with the brat while with the League of Assassins, and now takes his big brother duties very seriously.

Tim is alone. He feels like such a petty, immature, insecure crybaby whining about how Jason and Damian get alone, but goddammit he hates feeling alone. 

[heli0phi1ia-0]

dad says hi

(ver without background under the cut)

[adimouze]

every single thing daniel posts now is like a punch to the gut and the face at the same time. even if he's like "hey guys im totally fine!!" im about to be crying. when does it get better. does it get better. it gets better. i have to believe it gets better.

[holly-fixation]

Wait maybe Sephiroth wasn't allowed to be squad leader in FS Episode 2 after his mission literally lead to the entire island being wiped off the face of the Planet

[kakmem]

Dollars Trilogy Fandom Event entry

Day 6 - Bounty

Just a sketch I don't have enough energy to finish this...sorry gang 😔

[bow-of-aros]

Day Twenty-Four: Joke

Summary:

Look, none of this would've happened if Richie had heard Peter walk in! It's not his fault that Richie is so easy to mess with :)

And I'm officially caught back up! This one is for my dear anon on tumblr whose asks I get after every fic has been getting me through tickletober, hope that you enjoy!! <33

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“Hey, Richie!”

Peter threw open the door of his best friends’ house without bothering to knock, they’d been past that point for a long time. He toed off his shoes and received no response, which was pretty typical. Richie could get so absorbed in what he was doing that a nuclear bomb could go off and he wouldn’t even notice.

Just as Peter opened his mouth to shout again, Richie’s uncle stuck his head around the corner and said, “He’s in the basement playing video games. Honestly, I won’t be surprised if he’s completely deaf by the time he’s twenty-five.”

He disappeared back around the corner and Peter tossed him a “Thanks Mr. Matthews!” before hopping down the stairs, ignoring the faint “It’s Paul,” that echoed behind him.

The basement was in a constant state of half-organized chaos. Pillows lay scattered on the floor, an absurd amount of empty cups sat on the table, and a mess of cords and controllers stretched from the television to the couch where Peter could see a tuft of dyed-blue hair sticking out from a pile of blankets.

When he got closer, the reason that Richie hadn’t responded became clearer as Peter glimpsed a pair of headphones covering his ears.

He wasn’t surprised per se, but he’d appreciate if Richie would at least make an attempt to say hi when he showed up.

Sensing an opportunity for some mischief, Peter crept up behind Richie, careful not to make a noise. Although, to be fair, he didn’t need to try very hard. Peter could head the sound effects blaring out of the headphones from where he was standing.

As soon as Peter got close enough, he shot his hands into the mound of blankets and, after quickly finding purchase on Richie’s sides, quickly scribbled up and down them.

The scream that Richie let out was ear piercing. Forget Richie going deaf, Peter was going to loose all hearing as soon as his friend burst his eardrums.

“Everything alright down there?” Mr. Matthe—Paul called down, not sounding particularly concerned but still doing his duty as the adult in the house.

“Everything’s fine! I just scared Richie!” Peter yelled back, watching in amusement as Richie struggled to untangle himself from his cocoon.

“Okay!”

Finally, Richie rolled off the couch and shot to his feet, ripping his headphones off in order to glower at his friend. Not that it was at all effective considering how his ruffled hair and red face took away any threatening power Richie might have held.

“Dude!” He hissed, throwing the nearest pillow at Peter, “What the hell?! You scared the shit out of me!”

Peter, too busy laughing, just let the pillow hit him, “You’re the one who was wearing headphones when you knew that I was coming over! I couldn’t resist the joke.”

“Well your joke wasn’t very funny.”

Richie was doing his best to hide the grin trying to creep across his face, and Peter couldn’t have that so he started poking wherever he could access on Richie’s torso, crowing triumphantly at the giggles that immediately started pouring out of Richie’s mouth.

“No? It wasn’t funny? Then why are you laughing?”

“Oh come ohohohon,” Richie complained, “Dohohohon’t!”

Now, if Peter played his cards right, something very funny was about to happen.

“Don’t what?”

Wait for it…

“Tihihihickle me!”

Hook, line, and sinker.

“Alright, if you insist!” Peter said gleefully, exchanging his pokes for kneading at Richie’s sides in a way that has his knees buckling beneath him. Sine he’s a good friend, Peter guides him over to the couch instead of letting him collapse on the floor.

Richie, meanwhile, was not very impressed with Peter’s trick, “That’s not what I meheheheant! Shihihihit Pete that’s chehehehating!”

His hands pushed weakly at Peter’s without much result. Peter had never been able to tell whether it was because he didn’t want it to end or because laughing sapped all of Richie’s strength out of his bones.

It was probably both.

“It’s not cheating if you fall for it every single time.” Peter switches tactics again, squeezing at Richie’s thighs to hear the snorts he let out as he desperately kicked his legs to no avail. “Honestly, Richie, you really should know better by now.”

It’s true. While Richie hadn’t come from a very affectionate household, he’d been friends with Peter for years. And Peter had been living with Hatchetfield’s most notorious tickle monster, better known as Ted Spankoffski, for the vast majority of his life.

This worked out great for Peter, because it meant that he could take all the dirty tricks that Ted had played on him over the years and use them on Richie.

And they worked like a charm every damn time.

Richie still hasn’t not fallen for the don’t what trick. Peter had learned his lesson pretty quickly with Ted, but that didn’t mean that it wasn’t hilarious.

“Okahahahay! Mercy! Mehehehercy Pete! Plehehehease!”

The other thing about Richie being less used to affection was that he had less stamina that Peter did when it came to these sorts of attacks, and Peter always made sure to let him off easy.

“Alright, alright,” He said, helping Richie up and rubbing a hand over his leg to dissipate the lingering shocks he knew from experience would be there. “Now, why don’t we find a two-player game that I can kick your ass at?”

As Richie leaned against him, grumbling good-naturedly with a smile on his face, Peter thought back to Ted’s ruthless attacks with a shudder. Sure, he didn’t mind them that much, but they were still evil as shit!

Peter grabbed a remote laying beside him and relaxed into the warmth of his best friend. Richie didn’t know how lucky he was to get the nicer Spankoffski.

[nebulousboops]

Oh, Zoey... In a better life, you could've been an Ace Attorney Weirdgirl..... ..

[grilledpook]

just some sawyer family doodles. i have GOT to get new material.

[marzthealien]

Here's an au where Charlie and Basil are cousins!

[sinceyousawvienna]

Do you know what I had to be for you?

[andisupreme]

At the company retreat, one extremely drunk girl asked what my pronouns were. (Eventually, it took her a while to word the question.) After the whole conversation was done, she goes- "YEAHHH GURL, Get on with--with THY bad self! See what I did?? They/them/thy."

I was almost holding back tears from trying not to laugh as I told her yes that's great you nailed it honey. Thank you very much I am feeling the love.

Anyway I've been assigned Thee/Thine at Supportive Drunk Girl