#hurtle

[this-simplefeeling]

something something ten was rarely wearing less than three layers representing his being very closed off and scared of vulnerability, while fourteen sheds his coat early on and has rolled up sleeves most of the time to parallel his being far more comfortable with his emotions and the vulnerability that comes with it or something idk

[tenmastrousers]

meet downhill longboarder wwx

[bluegiragi]

holding back (part 2)

early access + nsfw on patreon

[umes]

Towards a bright and uncertain future

[gummi-ships]

Kingdom Hearts - Neoshadow

[podcastwizard]

anyone else with me on this temperate wednesday evening

[raineyraven]

"ohh m/f pairings aren't as compelling as gay pairings" listen to Fair by the amazing devil and say that again i dare you

[p1nkshield]

I can’t remember who said it first but Jason would just throw his older brother randomly from time to time.

Dick: *peacefully enjoying a snack*

Jason who is just cheesing so menacingly: Hey big brother!

Dick: Hi :) 👋 … wait… wait a minute Jaylad, Jace PLEASE

Jason: yeet time :)

Dick: at least let me finish my croissaAAaaaa

Alfred: please refrain from throwing your siblings in the house. Or else.

Jason, very quickly: imsorryalfred

[justwannabecat]

Danny knew that he couldn’t let himself lose control.

Ever since Vlad had gone too far, and he had lost his family, he had to remind himself that things were going to be better, to have some hope for the future.

It didn’t seem to matter when he was filled with such all-consuming rage though.

Still, he found a couple of magic rings. He hates wearing them, they hurt so much, but he needs the power boost they give him.

He will not fail again.

(Or; Danny is both so angry, yet has such hope for his future that both a Red and a Blue Lantern Ring choose him at the same time.)

[caffienatedtree]

“Have you ever thought of,” Clark cocks his head and tries to find the right words, “well, after?”

“After what?” Bruce responds, ten pages deep into the thick stack of files he somehow acquired on the new alien species that just showed up.

“After Batman.”

Bruce answers immediately, “no.”

“Because I was thinking you know,” Bruce snorts but Clark just keeps going as if he didn’t hear, “maybe we could find a nice house, a dog, and-“

“The good old American dream? That’s unexpectedly cliche of you Boy Scout,” Bruce’s lips twitch up just the slightest bit. Nobody else would’ve seen it, but Clark did. Because Clark has super vision, super everything really, but he also spends way too much of his time staring at that stupidly handsome face.

“But doesn’t it sound nice? Someone else will keep the peace and we could just relax for once,” he lets out a wistful sigh. Clark envies his Ma and Pa, most Sundays if he has time to spare he’ll fly back over to Kansas for lunch or brunch with his parents and enjoy a break from the city. He loves metropolis, he truly does, yet he sometimes feels like he’s swimming through mud. Just barely trudging through life. His days are a cycle of writing articles, fighting crimes, getting an hour or two of sleep, and back at it again. Rarely does he get to sit down and talk to Bruce like this without being interrupted by some crisis or another.

“Keep reading,” comes Bruce’s sharp rebuke.

“Yeah, yeah, just think about it though.”

- - -

​Clark doesnt think about this conversation again until a week later when he finds a key on his coffee table. He checks the doors, the windows, the security camera, and doesn’t find anything, but he knows it’s Bruce’s doing somehow. Under the key is a the address to a house in Smallville, Kansas, and a short note scrawled onto paper. “It sounds nice.”

[postcardsfromheapside]

listen there's no need for this

[zombiestarillustration]

Heteromorph Ammonite shells always look like wizard hats to me, and so here are a few varieties depicted as anthropomorphic wizards. Once I have a reliable printing set up I hope to compile these, along with seven other wizard designs, into a zine.

[yourhighness6]

I cannot believe Bow still feels guilty about an event that happened accidentally a whole two seasons ago. Honey she threw you off a fucking cliff it is not your fault

[violent138]

Something ridiculously endearing to me about the idea that the same way Martha Kent sewed Superman's costume for her son, mothers, and grandmothers all over the place probably also sew or knit little versions of that costume for their kids.

[little-bumblebeeee]

Quick Steddie blurb ♡

Years after Vecna, when scars have healed and people have moved far and wide, Steve goes and visits Eddie. It's not the first time, not even close. Between acting like Dustin was their child and passing him off to each other like two divorced parents on each other's weekends and just wanting to talk again, they've actually gotten close. Eddie is the second person Steve calls when something happens, sometimes the first - only because he and Robin are roommates in their small apartment together, if they weren't Eddie would still be the second.

Steve's just cooking for his best guy friend that he may or may not be in love with, right? Nothing strange that Eddie is hiding, right? Wrong. Out of nowhere, Steve hears a meow and something - he assumes a cat - comes hurtling full force at his head, knocking him back slightly and digging its tiny claws into his forehead. "Shit- Eddie what the fuck!?" Steve shouts, flailing like a maniac to get the small cat off his head. "Ozzy, no! Bad!" Eddie says, picking up the cat by under its front two arms.

"Did you just throw a cat at my head!?" Steve says, wiping the tiny droplet of blood off of his forehead that bloomed there. Steve glares at the tiny culprit who Eddie is...cuddling. And cooing to.

"Tha's a bad boyy. You hurt the Stevie" Eddie whispers in between kisses to the Ozzy's soft forehead. "No, I didn't throw my cat at you. He just likes to climb and you're very climbable. He probably just jumped off the fridge" Eddie says, barely even looking up to see Steve's bewilderment. Steve shakes his head and returns to the food before it burns. "I'm in love with that." Steve whispers under his breath with a huff. Though he's sure he only thinks it, Eddie's head perks up.

"Aw, see Ozzy, he loves you even when you gave him a fourth concussion!" Eddie says, smiling widely. Steve, who had frozen up the second Eddie spoke, unclenches every muscle. "Yeah. Yep. Mhm." He says quickly. A little too quickly. But Eddie doesn't say anything more.

Eddie finally sets the poor Ozzy free and slinks up behind Steve, giving him a quick peck on the cheek as if they do this every day. "I know you meant me, sunshine" Eddie teases before snatching up some of the food and bolting, leaving Steve absolutely dumbfounded.

[twelvemartha]

Sorry.