#hes the hardest to find

[riddle-me-ri]

every now and again I look up at my shelf and realize I have three dork squad overlords looking down at me...

they probably need to be dusted rip

and omg I just realized jon looks straight into the camera lmao

[theoldkyokodied]

[Hi Dennis. How was the lion feeding?...?]

This has been something I've been working on for quite a while now, as some people who look at my insta story might know, but I'm finally done!! those text messages from s14ep5 are so unhinged, they haunt me every goddamn day. To drop "i love you so much" just to follow it with what essentially is a "no homo.. for u... even tho u r so hot and i like you so much!". exploading them with my mind into a million pieces, okay?

[moonstone-corvus]

a piece of fanart from me?? how rare and strange!

I'm starting to relisten to the Magnus Archives and was mysteriously compelled into making this

[ar-mage-ddon]

a safe place to rest

( EPHEMERWEEK 3: home )

[flwrkid14]

Buried Beneath The Laughter They Ignored

Tim is totally fine. Ridiculously fine, actually.

It didn’t matter that he woke up feeling this bubbling, manic laughter in his chest, like everything was suddenly so fucking funny. It didn’t matter that he’d woken up from another nightmare last night, crying, calling for his mama—not the mother he lost, but the mother he gained, Harley Quinn. And it didn’t matter that most days, he felt more like Joker Junior than he did Tim Drake.

It didn’t matter that no one else seemed to fucking care.

He shoved down every bit of laughter clawing up his throat, because he knew if he let even one chuckle slip, they’d all give him that look. The one they always did. Disapproval masked as concern. They didn’t like Junior. They didn’t want to believe Junior was still in there, clawing his way up every time Tim breathed.

It didn’t matter that no one ever asked him how he was doing. They didn’t want to talk about it. Because talking about it would make it real, and they preferred pretending it wasn’t. They expected him to be fine, to push it down, to carry on like nothing happened. If he tried to bring it up, they’d say he was being insensitive—insensitive to Jason's trauma. What fucking irony, he thought bitterly. As if it wasn’t insensitive to be stepping all over his by not letting him speak.

It didn’t matter that he caught them glancing at him sometimes, like they were waiting for the other shoe to drop. Waiting for him to snap, waiting for Junior to come out again. But they never asked. No one asked what was going on in his head. No one fucking asked.

It didn’t matter that when he finally snapped, when he finally screamed at them, sick and tired of pretending, they had the nerve to act clueless. As if they didn’t know.

It didn’t matter that Dick, of all people, screamed back. Yelling like he was being unreasonable. Like he was the problem. He screamed at Tim, demanding answers, to ask what the hell he meant by Joker Junior, as if—

As if they didn’t know.

They didn’t fucking know.

This whole time, they hadn’t known.

They didn’t know Tim had been taken. They didn’t know Tim had been missing. They didn’t know Tim had been held prisoner at the hand of the Joker for months, tearing him apart, piece by piece, until Junior was the only thing left of him. They didn’t know he had screamed for them, begged for someone to find him, but no one ever did.

They didn’t know how much he had suffered. Alone. They didn’t know how much he had changed. They didn’t know that every time he woke up now, it felt like he was still Joker Junior, just wearing Tim’s skin.

And they didn’t know how much it hurt—how much it broke him—to realize that they had never known.

Tim wasn’t fucking okay. And it mattered—oh, it mattered—that they didn’t fucking know.

Because if they didn’t know, it meant no one ever bothered to look. It meant no one ever cared enough to notice.

[clancysletter]

"[Migraine] means a lot to me. It's one of the first songs Josh and I ever played together. […] To be able to feel confident enough in a friendship, to show someone a song like this, was one of the many reasons why I knew I just couldn't be in a band with anyone else." — Tyler Joseph (2019)

"Home is a weird concept for me. I feel like I have a house full of stuff, which is completety different. The idea of a home seems kind of foreign [to me] these days. For me, home is pretty much wherever I'm hanging out with Tyler." — Josh Dun (TOBITW)

"My true best friend, he's a perfect person, the yin to my yang when it comes to all things life. I introduce to you my very favorite person in the world: Josh Dun." — Tyler Joseph (2020)

"Nine years ago today, I started playing in a band with Tyler. The portion of the band's agreement that I contributed [with] all those years ago [was] 'If i’m gonna be famous for something, I wanna be famous for loving you.' [It] still holds true today." — Josh Dun (2020)

[bbbbbbbbatman]

I want a Timkon clone baby where tim realises he’s kind of batshit insane right now and not equipped to raise an infant, so he leaves the baby on the manor doorstep and disappears into thin air to do a martial arts eat pray love until he’s sane again because he doesn’t know what therapy is. And now Bruce is not only a first time grandpa but a first time infant caregiver and he’s been thrown into the deep end with an alien baby who instead of pissing on him when he’s being changed can shoot lasers at him, scream so loud it shakes the foundations and launch projectiles at people with TTK. He has to wear a full bomb proof batsuit to change the little guy and has ma Kent on speed dial

Bruce, calling Clark at 2:47 am: Clark, I need your help, it's an emergency

Clark, who has never heard Batman ask for help so directly, knows whatever's going on must be truly dire: What is it? What do you need? I can be there right away

Bruce, desparate: I need your mother's phone number

Clark, not sure what emergency could be solved by his mother in the middle of the night: ...My mother's...phone number?

*loud crash in the background, followed by crying*

Clark: Um...what exactly is going on?

Bruce, using the bat voice: Your. Mother's. Phone number. Now

[littlecrittereli]

I’m gonna need to come up with a name for this AU eventually

But consider: The Creature Power Belt

Aka the precursor to the power suit and original prototype of the vest. It only provides the most prominent creature powers and is wayyy more prone to malfunctions.

Of course Aviva would never give Chris her old unstable technology…. Which is why he took it without asking

[abusivelittlebunny]

so you like strollonso (excellent taste) and carlos having an omega harem (excellent taste as well), do you think nando would ever share lance? Or is the princess off limits to nando only 🤔

There's some strollonso stuff in my wips soon to come teeheehee ~ I think Alonso likes to think he's not territorial, he's had hundreds of bed partners after all before and after agreeing to marry Lawrence's precious little princess with a tidy contract that would essentially grant him anything he wanted if he tied the knot with a pimply lanky 18 year old Lance who was so shy when he first met Alonso, he thought the kid might explode from how hard he was blushing, shaking like a little purse dog and unable to look him in the eyes despite how Papa Stroll joked about how his son has been dreaming about marrying him since he was a little kid and how he was kissing his posters even before he presented as an omega.

"Aw really? Am I your big boy present then?" Alonso joked at Lance who still hasn't spoken a word to him but he looked like he swallowed his own tongue at how his father spilled his secrets about his little crush.

The kid was cute, but he was a kid, clearly. Alonso was used to top models and diva omega drivers beneath him or riding him, not some trembling little virgin. He was fun to break apart and put back together over and over again on their wedding night, don't get him wrong, it's nice to switch it up a little and fuck something so innocent you feel particularly nasty about it, but Alonso knew from the start he married the boy for the benefits first and foremost and he'd keep to his old bachelor ways just the same as before only this time with more job security.

Sure enough he even invited Jenson over to join him on the second week of their honeymoon, and he was a clear fucking vision on the beach, all tanned lean muscles and freckles and golden locks, just the type of bikini model body he had before he started popping out kids for his alpha Mark. Lance was clearly upset seeing Alonso chase after Jenson, who as he states was just a friend (who he fucked multiple times day in day out) but it was at least clear enough for the kid what Alonso looked for in an omega, which was the polar opposite of what Lance was. Grown, coy, sexy, milfy, sun-kissed, and not the nagging type, but the free spirit that understood Alonso's need for freedom.

Lance of course was still too shy to say anything about it to Alonso, he even left with just a sob to spend the night in another room when he walked in on Jenson riding Fernando on their marriage bed.

"Spoiled child. He will suck it up eventually." Jenson chuckled and rolled his hips in that way that made Alonso growl like a tiger in delight and flip them over to really pound his best little bedsport.

Alonso was a flirt with every other omega as well openly, making it apparent to the public too without admitting it that it was more like he got bought as a husband for some rich little teenager rather than wanting something sincere out of it.

Alonso wasn't the type to get jealous; he made others jealous.

So then why did he spill his drink all over himself when he first saw his newly wed little bride getting his tiny waist felt up by some other man at the hotel bar?

Alonso laughed a bit at himself and said it was nothing to Jenson who questioned his shocked reaction.

"He's just a gangly kid, I am simply unable to understand what that man would-," and ah Alonso couldn't finish his thought because his eyes were locked in on where the man was hiking up Lance's dress a little higher on his milky white thigh, copping a feel. The fucking nerve.

Lance was awkward as hell, and Alonso regarded his shy bashful behavior to not wanting the strangers attention and of course, why would he, he just got married to Fernando fucking Alonso a month ago, claim bite still fresh on his throat, wedding ring on his finger, and that other alpha's fucking mouth on his cheek-

Fernando didn't know when he stood up exactly, he didn't even register storming over, he thought he was just imagining it all in his head before Lance was pulling him back with a shocked gasp as Alonso punched the other alpha in the gut. He was a tall motherfucker, he couldn't risk a punch in the jaw until he keeled over, which he conveniently did so Fernando could give him a much deserved uppercut before Jenson helped Lance pull Fernando off of the guy.

Alonso swore a tide in Spanish, but was just as shocked by his rage as Lance or Jenson was. He didn't know why he felt so... protective over Lance. He was just a naive awkward little boy who couldn't look him in the eye but stared at him with stars in his eyes when he thought Alonso wasn't looking, and kept giving him expensive gifts to try to make up for having to marry him. As if he needed to make up for Fernando bagging himself a pretty little virgin 17 years younger and so fucking delicate he couldn't stop crying and shaking on their wedding night but kept begging for him to keep going, apologozing over and over again, saying he's not hurting him, he's just so happy he can't stop the tears from falling and why would Fernando need to be compensated for that or waking up to Lance's beautiful sleeping face nuzzling agsinst his neck, much braver when unconscious, wrapping his long limbs around Fernando's body and holding on so tight, like his alpha was all the protection he needed from this cruel world and fuck.

Ah. He liked the kid.

That was awkward. But not as awkward as it was when Jenson cooed loudly about how he's never seen Alonso soooo wound up by someone else touching his property and then him trying to excuse it to alpha instincts wanting to claim his omega while Lance stared at him in utter loving daze as if that was a brand new thing the universe invented and ah he looked so cute and stupid Alonso needed to take him to the bedroom right fucking now.

Jenson flew back home the same night and Alonso kept himself busy guarding his little wife from any more interfering alphas while still hellbent on keeping his carefree bachelor ways even if the only omega mewling in his bed was his wife.

But those old bachelor ways wouldn't agree with how delighted he was when upon coming back from the honeymoon, Lance threw up all over an important businessman at a charity gala and a doctor minutes later confirmed it was due to their first pregnancy. Old bachelor Alonso would definitely not have scooped up his pale sweaty little wifeboy and kiss him all over his trembling mouth, barely rinsed with some water.

[crossbackpoke-check]

blessed be (lorscher bienensegen) | telling the bees (wiþ ymbe)

"Bees" [remixed, abridged], Claudia Emerson // "Letter to Someone Living Fifty Years from Now" [remixed. abridged], Matthew Olzmann // "Letter to my Great, Great Grandchild" [remixed, abridged], J.P. Grasser | Len Redkole, Nina Weiss, Brian Babineau, Christian Peterson, Mitchell Leff, Dave Isaac, Megan DeRuchie

[cloudinal]

Happy Fret Day (and Happy Easter)!

[nothinggold13]

Standing // Buffy the Vampire Slayer

"I haven't come to take your place, you know, but to put you into it." ~ Peter Pevensie

[tango-but-everywhere]

Lets give Tango some more good things; could we put him and Jim near some cows or at a dude ranch? let them get some non deadly enrichment? - Firebird Anon

PS. Thank u for putting my streamer in situations <333

they’re checking on the cows <3

and no worries! some of these are delightful to make. like this one!

[temeyes]

rafayel sketch for tonight's cool down!

[polysyndetonaddictsupportgroup]

literally no one was doing it like natsuno yuuki. he was genre savvy but he was also fucking gay so he still died. after his death he started dressing like the google search results for gay vampire. his only friends were his homoerotic bestie, an adult medical professional speed running his descent into madness, and two random kids he dug up his stalker’s grave with. he became a vampire and was immediately better at it than all of the other vampires but he thought they were bitches so he didn’t even tell them he turned. his last words was that he was never going to make it out of that town alive but if anyone could have it was him and that’s what makes him so tragic. he died trying to save someone who was never ever going to save him back. he wasn’t afraid to die because he was already dead. he burned the entire town to the ground mourning his own death and he didn’t do it to save a single goddamn person, he did it because they murdered him and he was going to fucking hurt them back for it. I’m obsessed with him

[droumack]

In case anyone missed the Jo interview from last night...