#i don’t know what i’m doing

[inaala-nailo]

The batcave is silent, other than the sound of Tim’s panicked breathing. He sees something move out of the corner of his eye, and flinches - his eyes shooting out lasers again, only for Clark to block them with his hand. Saving Dick who’d stepped toward the pair, his eyes glinting with suspicion.

Clark, meanwhile, is staring down at Tim with a look of hope, warring with doubt and lingering hate. He still remembers when he discovered Connor, and if this is another clone situation-!

But it’s not. It can’t be. Because this is Tim! Tim, who went searching the world for Bruce (Bruce. Bruce is alive, oh my God-). Clark kept an ear out for Tim the whole time, but the kid never called, and now he’s here and he’s scared, and he feels like Family-

“Tim.”

The boy flinches again, taking a shaky step back. Keeping his eyes on Clark even as Dick steps forward again. Not wanting to hurt anybody.

“Tim, what-? What’s going on? You know Batman doesn’t allow Meta’s in Gotham, did you lie-?”

Clark realizes a second too late what the frightened boy is going to do, and when he blinks, Timothy is gone. Using his newfound powers to escape (why was Dick talking like that? Dick, the first robin, who loved Jason and loves Damian as his own Robin. Why is he treating Tim like an enemy-?)

Clark grits his teeth, and turns to face Bruce. Bruce who’s alive, and well, and he should be happy to see him. But Timothy-

“Go after him.” Bruce stares Clark in the eyes as he speaks. All the authority he carries as Batman, as a member of the justice league, holding up his posture. But his eyes hold only the pleading worry of a parent who knows he made a mistake. “Please.” His eyes dart to Dick, and he frowns. “I’ll handle things here.”

Clark nods, before leaving the batcave. If it were anyone else, any other super being, Clark might not have been able to find them so quickly. But now that he’s felt his powers, now that he’s felt that connection that just screams family-…

He finds Tim on the roof of Arkham, crying his eyes out while holding his head in his hands. Clark touches down on the roof, and Tim flinches hard. (Oof. Yeah, getting used to all the senses isn’t going to be fun…)

Clark floats over, so as not to hurt the poor boy’s hearing again. And he says nothing, waiting for Tim to be ready. Just floating there, protecting, making sure Tim knows that he’s there for him.

“…Dick doesn’t understand.” When Tim finally spoke, his voice was scratchy with tears. “He thought I was crazy, going to find Batman. Said I needed to get help…then we started arguing a lot. ‘S part of why I left.”

Clark looked down at the asylum, then back up to Tim. “Is that why we’re here?” The boy still flinched when he whispered, but not as hard as before. Good, he was adapting.

Tim shook his head. “No. The bats won’t all come out to Arkham unless there’s a breakout.” He snorted. “They don’t want to panic anyone. No…I came here so I could think in peace.”

The boy kicked his feet on the ledge of the building, sniffling once before wiping his nose. “I’m terrified of hurting them. Of killing them like I did with those assassins-“

And Clark gets it. He does, he really does - he’s killed on accident before. Hell, he’s killed on purpose - not that he ever wants to think about that. But he will never forget the time he accidentally crushed Ma Kent’s hand when he got too excited.

“You might.” He whispers, moving closer and placing a hesitant hand on Tim’s back. Sighing in relief when the boy doesn’t flinch. “Growing up, I hurt my ma a few times on accident. But…she’s my ma. She’s my family, just like you’re theirs.”

He smiled at Timothy as he raised his head to look at Clark, eyes red rimmed and puffy. “What Bruce said - and yes, I was listening - he didn’t mean it the way you think. Bruce doesn’t…he doesn’t do emotions. He cares. And if you hurt him, on accident or on purpose, he won’t hold it against you.”

“Because he’s your dad.”

Clark really should have expected the waterworks after that. Bruce was never known to show people he cared - why should Clark have thought he’d call Tim his son? But he was. Tim was Bruce’s son. And if Bruce and the bat clan didn’t want to admit it?

…well, there will always be space in the Kent family for another Kryptonian.

Clark is not the only kryptonian survivor.

Tim drake unknown to him was not only adopted but an alien as well.

But unlike Clark his powers didn’t kick in, most likely due to lack of sunlight or something.

That was all about to change, while looking for proof of Bruce being lost in time.

His powers activate whether due to having more heighten emotions or being out in the sun more.

They kick in as he was about to be stabbed in the spleen by league of spiders members.

But that’s not why they activated not to save his own skin.

He was watching his temporarily team mates being slaughtered, and that’s when red comes from his eyes and before he knew it, he was surrounded by bodies. By bodies he killed by lived he had taken.

He doesn’t have time to process this, he’s gotta save Bruce he will deal with this later.

And he doesn’t deal with that later even after saving Bruce, however the build up emotions the trauma and no one even discussing anything, the standard bat way, it all comes to light.

It starts with Bruce beginning to learn what Tim did to get him back.

Bruce being a concerned parent who can’t articulate shit properly, so when he states something in concern it comes across as the opposite more criticising.

“If I knew you were gonna join the league and become a criminal Tim I wouldn’t have left information behind for you to follow.”

Tim eyes widen, he felt anger he lost so much did so much just to get him back to only be told that.

He felt a familiar warmth come to his eyes, the same feeling he had right before he killed members of the league of spiders.

“No.”

He covers his eyes.

He doesn’t want to hurt them he doesn’t.

But Damien never misses an opportunity to attack.

“Pathetic your crying already and fathers has barely done anything, disgraceful.”

Cass is the only one who notices Tim shift in behaviour, he feels more dangerous then he should.

She’s about to make a comment when, suddenly red light comes from his hands through the small gaps, shooting out. Destroying one of the glass cases.

Everyone in the cave eyes widen, Bruce immediately gets up from the batcomputer chair, worried.

“Tim you need to calm down-“

He doesn’t get to say much more when Tim tries to shout to tell them to go away, when ice fog just comes out from his mouth.

Bruce eyebrows knitt together along with Damien, they’ve both seemed to realise something before everyone else.

“What’s happening to me?!”

Fear in his voice, Tim was panicking losing even more control then he had already, that’s when Bruce makes a split second decision and shouts.

“Clark!”

Just in time to, as red escapes Tim’a hand again about to hit Bruce but instead hits Clark’s chest.

Tim removes his hands, he knows he can’t hurt Clark. Clark will protect them from him. But as Tim stares up at Clark with fear, relief, regret and guilt.

He notices Clark stares back down at Tim with shock and hope.

And that’s my small shitty Drabble. (Grammar will be terrible lol.)

[ohmygoshsnakes]

Batfam as things my friends and I have said with little to no context:

Tim: I think that might be domestic terrorism

Damian: I think your haircut is domestic terrorism

Tim, running off of hopes and prayers and an unholy amount of caffeine, trying to remember the word for ransom: Y’know, it’s a hostage bill

Jason, to Dick: I was being stupid. Now you’ve made me look dumb

Steph, to Tim: your geckos have nowhere near the power of my army of asexual salamanders

Dick: Hey, it’s ok to be angry

Damian: Oh you shouldn’t have told me that, I’m going to be a little anger demon now

[cursedcatastor]

*Lulu smacks Allie's head*

(The gay cats are fightinggg!)

*Allie swipes back at Lulu*

[chilmazmorras]

Chilchuck’s desire

[positivelypresent]

It’s okay not to know what you’re doing all the time!

[hqbits]

this is how that one btaa episode went right

[mrsdotkennedy]

♡*:.mr crawling headcanons .:*♡

hi so i’ve never written these before but they seemed fun and i thought i’d give it a shot! gender neutral reader <3

i feel like he’d chase his shadow and (or) be afraid of it. the first time the two of you go grocery shopping in the human world, he’d be unused to the sun but fascinated by it, staring directly at it. then he’d glance around and notice that whenever he moves, his shadow also moves. at first he’d test it out, moving left, then right, watching it move with him. he might paw at it, and then turn in circles, like a puppy chasing its tail. eventually he’d be frustrated with the shadow’s relentless tactics, and slightly afraid that it wouldn’t go away. what scared him even further was the fact that a shadow was following you too! that’s where he draws the line. if it had just been him plagued with the shadows he could let it go, but there’s no way he could let these things hurt you. he’d clutch onto you in warning, trying to indicate the shadow in a fearful tone. you’d be confused until you realize he was warning you of your own shadow, and then you laugh loudly. he pouts, but feels ease at your lightheartedness. you try to explain it to him in broken words: “not hurt, not real, from light” as you point at the sun. he doesn’t fully understand you (still struggling through the language barrier), but if you say it’s okay then it’s okay!

when you take videos of him, at first he doesn’t understand the concept. he’s a little wary, and unsure of how you managed to capture moments of him inside that little gadget, but he pieced together in his mind that it was some sort of magic mirror, and eventually he became obsessed with photography. he loves to take photos and videos of you doing literally anything: washing the dishes, lying around, cooking, trying on new outfits, anything at all. his favorite thing to do is take selfies of the two of you though <3

how he texts you! you had gotten into the keyboards setting and managed to put in his language system (or at least however much you knew of it) into an extra phone you bought for him, but he preferred to try and use your language instead. he texts you constantly while you’re at work/school, but he never touches his phone when you’re home. his texts are always filled with emojis, and loads of hearts. his love of selfies always comes through as he snaps selfies every couple hours, showing him cleaning, organizing, trying to cook a meal, etc. he’s definitely an insanely speedy typer (big ahh hands and long fingers), though it’s definitely awkward at first and he has loads of typos

guys idk what this is tbh i just wish i had unconditional love from this fine fellow anyways yeah ty for reading hehe bye!

p.s. should i have put more details or is vague better?

[that-nerd-who-writes-fanfiction]

The exact moment that Merlin tells Arthur he’s going to be a good king for the first time, Arthur looks like this.

That boy never had a word of praise growing up, he’s way too surprised by someone believing in him even after he “failed”/got injured.

Also, just that face on his face whenever he’s looking at Merlin.

It’s usually only there in softer moments in season 1. Like in episode two where Arthur believed Merlin about the snake shield, or in episode four where Merlin drank poison and Arthur defied his father and risked his life to save him, even against Gaius’ advice, Merlin’s uncle, because of how dangerous it was. Or the Lancelot episode. Or the Ealdor episode. Or the unicorn episode. You get the idea.

There’s a lot of these moments, but this one is kinda where I pinpoint Arthur realising how much Merlin means to him.

Also because in season 2, Arthur goes back to picking on Merlin and trying to keep him at arms length. I think he got scared of his feelings towards Merlin - whatever you want to say they are, romantic, platonic, or otherwise - and tried to distance them. Cedric showing up was just convenient with the timing before the whole Sigan thing. It gave Arthur a chance to panic, push Merlin away, and then reaffirm his fears until later on in season 2.

This scene is also the reason why Merlin not joining Cedric/Sigan with the whole “It doesn’t matter how Arthur treats me, he’s a good man” thing makes sense. This is the last time they interact in season 1 and it wraps up everything they’ve been through up until this point really well.

I can go more into how and why the timeline of season 1 and 2 are really important to how the show was going to progress if people want that. The character development in BBC Merlin is brilliant. It’s not as good as atla but not even its own live action could compete so that’s fine. Honestly, I think Merlin is as heartbreaking as it is because it’s more believable than a happy ever after, because of how things were set up in the first two seasons.

Anyway, I just feel like I’m rambling though so I’ll leave this here before the coherency leaves entirely.

[rumine-bella]

Will You Remember?

inspired by the song: Will You Remember? by The Cranberries

Childhood memories, mentions of reader being female and in a dress, childhood crushes but they’re stupidly oblivious.

TW: MENTIONS OF KINICH’S CHILDHOOD (i.e. alcohol abuse, child abuse, child abandonment & death)

Im writing this at like 02:00 so please spare me ☹️ I also don’t know where the hell this even goes i was kinda just writing to write so uhm..!

<3 Seeing you, again. For the first time in what he can only assume must have been years. Of course he still remembers you. But why..?

First Meeting

The two of you had first met as children. Kinich had a regrettably bad childhood.

The constant beatings, berating, arguing, was something he had grown all too accustomed to.

Still, he was only human. A child at that. There were times where after his mother had left, and his father was gone, that he’d go out into the forest to gain a sense of self.

The forest, an acting fortress for him, a solitude from the outside world.

When he caught the glimpse of someone in his space, he was immediately on the ready, hyper aware.

Hiding and peeking around trees, only to see a sniffling girl, adorned in a dress. Her hair had looked rather messy, and there were small scrapes littered around her knees and elbows.

She had obviously fell, probably got lost too.

After finding that the person who had invaded his space was indeed no threat, he approached her. Although, not having much ‘people skills,’ he came off rather harsh.

“Who are you.”

This only made the young girl distress even farther, a sigh escaping him.

How was he supposed to even approach this?? Was everyone this much of a crybaby?

Young Kinich, trying his hardest to soften the tone of his voice and seem more approachable, copying the demeanor of his mother whenever she used care for him.

“..Are you okay..?”

That definitely seemed to go better, in his opinion, as the girl didn’t immediately start sobbing more, but rather managed to choke out the words..

“I want to go home.”

..Great. That gave him so much information.

He, and all his little child wisdom, replied,

“Oh. Where?”

Kinich had just asked a simple question, but to you, it was so complicated.

You didn’t know where you were, who this strange boy was?

All you knew was that: you were hurting, you wanted to go home because you missed your parents.

Seeing that his question didn’t get him very far, he wordlessly left to go back to his house, planning on grabbing bandaids for you.

He came back, half surprised to see you in the same spot you were; not even moved an inch. This time however, you weren’t crying as much, all that were heard were now small sniffles as you rubbed your eyes.

He wrapped his hand over yours and dragged you over to a tree nearby that you could sit under.

Once he has you sat down, he pulled out the small bandaids from his pocket and fumbled to open them, putting them on the small cuts you had.

Little you had no idea what to think. First this boy seemed harsh, or rather intimidating? but now here he was knelt on the ground next to you patching you up.

As he did so, all you could do was look at him.

“Will you remember me?” You asked rather abruptly.

It caught him very off guard, it was a rather random question. He gave no reply.

Once he had finished he once again, wordlessly walked away, but this time farther into the forest. He stopped at a couple steps before looking back at you.

You perked up at the fact that he stopped this time. Taking advantage of the boy who provided help was still within eye shot, you chased after him.

He’d continue to walk, but whenever you’d fall a little too far behind, he’d stop, and wait. Then he’d continue on again.

Eventually this had led you back to the entrance of the village you lived in. You started to sprint towards it, thinking that you had made it back by pure luck.

Second Meeting

The second time you had met as kids, was when Kinich had to go to the market. His father was now dead, and he now had to find his way around life, as if he wasn’t beforehand.

His father’s absence of gambling had definitely made it easier to manage mora.

But just because he now had mora, he was still bargaining ever stall he could.

“Now i’m sure that we could get a fair price on this..”

Kinich suggested to the stall owner, but just then out of the corner of his eye, he spotted a familiar figure..

He couldn’t quite place from where though.. Her hair was the first thing he had noticed.

‘it’s styled nicely’ he thought.

As you turned and he was able to see your face, he then remembered where you had looked so familiar from.

You were that girl he had helped a couple years back… but why does he remember you so specifically.?

You held flowers in your hands that day, a bouquet of peonies.

You walked up to the stall he was at to briefly talk with the owner, who was more than glad to help you rather than Kinich.

He would often steal small glances in your way as you stood next to him reciting your order to the owner, who obliged.

As the owner grabbed the requested items you had caught one of his looks he thought was sly, and waved to him.

He managed a small wave back, but that was about it. He didn’t know how he was supposed to interact with you. It’s not like he knew you all well.

But something about your bright smile made his stomach feel weird. He wasn’t too sure what it was, but it was very unpleasant.

As you took your things from the owner and paid, you spared him another wave.

From then on,

he would always see you around the area, whether you be completing commissions for the adventurers guild, grabbing supplies, or simply wandering around.

It seemed as if you were now everywhere.

Everywhere he’d look, you were there.

He tried not to dwell on it, but his eyes would always linger on you. He told himself it’s because he wanted to “keep the people safe.”

At some point he’d sub-consciously look for you, brushing it off once again as ‘keeping people safe.’ He was oblivious to the meaning of the feeling he’d get in his stomach anytime you’d smile or wave at him.

‘Is this what people meant by butterflies in your stomach?’ He pondered.

At one point or another, you both had run into one another while doing a commission.

He had been looking for a missing Saurian. Presumably the one you were currently knelt down by that was injured.

“Oh! ….Kinich? That’s your name.. right?” You asked nervously, you had heard of him from other villagers, it also helps that you’ve seen him around a lot.

“Yes. That’s me.” He replied with his usual monotone voice. It made it hard for you to get a read on what he wanted.

“Is there something that brings you over here..?” You questioned as you grab bandage wrap from your satchel.

You wanted to hurry and attend to the Saurian’s wounds before they got infected.

“I’m looking for a missing Saurian. I believe that is the one i’m looking for.” He nods his head at the Saurian you had currently been taking care of.

“Well, unless you’re looking for a Mrs. June’s missing Saurian, then you have the wrong one.”

“…that’s exactly who i’m looking for.”

There was a short moment of silence.

“…you’ve got to be joking.” You deadpanned.

Turns out the woman recruited more than one person for the commission..

You sigh as you pick the baby Saurian up, stand up and walk over to Kinich.

“Hold your arms out.”

He hesitates, before slowly holding his arms out.

As he does you hand him the baby Saurian.

“Get the poor thing back to Mrs. Jones, she’s probably worried sick.” You softly smiled at the baby.

“You should come with so you can collect part of the pay.” Kinich inquired, seeing as you had done part of the work, it was only fair you had also gained some reward for it.

You waved your hand as you walked opposite direction of the village.

“Take my part of the payment as an exchange for when you helped me back then, or something else to that fancy.”

Ah. You still do remember that. He wasn’t the only one. He remembers that event pretty well too.

You pause for a bit, not turning around to awkwardly face him.

“if you even remember that..”

Of course he does.

He remembers your messed up hair.

He remembers your beautiful, but dirtied, and tattered dress.

He remembers how scared you looked.

“I do.”

Just as you.

You had remembered his beautiful eyes.

You had remembered his blunt, but comforting words.

You had remember how he had patched you up.

“I always remembered you.”

[beemakescreations]

Bill Puppet in Progress!

New project time because I just can’t stop thinking about Gravity Falls. Here’s a progress photo and a sketch plan

He’s going to be pretty simple and be able to move his eye and a few limbs. I have some clay coming in tomorrow for detail work and his eye so stick around to see him done!

[amarithefool]

Yes I got lazy to fix the clothing on Amari for the first drawing I knooooooow and I’m sorryyyyyyyyy

Amari(Tav) (also my oc) will never admit he struggles due to his short height, and will most likely attempt to do things on his own. Sadly there are times where he must accept defeat, and ask for help.

Amari enjoys the downtime in camp, he gets to draw and read or simply explore their new camp, when he draws, he often finds inspiration around him, each page having at least a drawing of each adventure, fight or person. He has drawn everything in his journal throughout his journey.

Still, he has one special journal that he keeps close, drawing the people in his party, along with notes to remember things they like and this like!

[kairithemang0]

Never forget the Black Friday from hell, that happened 5 years ago

Those who died will be missed

A moment of silence for those who died in the Hatchetfield Mall Fire

[2bluetwo85]

Things that happened today:

Marc Marquez went from 14th to 3rd

Oscar Piastri was nearly passed by Carlos Sainz about 50 million times and almost got into a collision with him. Again.

Magnussen hitting Perez, retiring him, Perez, and his teammate Hulkenberg from the race. At this point, he’s trying to get a race ban so that Ollie can have another go at points (question: what team will he be representing in the standings?)

Ocon trying to overtake his own teammate, and getting collided with. His team boss? principal? (I still don’t know what’s going on with Alpine, someone tell me who it was) going on French TV and saying that there’ll be consequences. Or something like that. And getting a 5-place grid penalty for Canada

Rest of Monaco was pretty calm, but CHARLES LECLERC FINALLY FUCKING WON MONACO

That last fucking lap of Indy500. Pato was just so close

[nicoo-o-o]

The look deer give you when you’re about to hit them with a truck

[bubblingdrfizz]

taco from inanimate insanity but instead of snapping at the end of season one she actually kept up her persona so she could live in hotel oj. it's alright at first, but she's so fed up with acting dumb that it's really hard for her to stay in character and it starts to stress her out. one day taco gets sick or smth. she sneezes and lets out the most british "BLOODY HELL." ever. it's so weirdly out of character but in character at the same time that it's not even questioned beyond a simple "what" so taco was just able to live the rest of her life in hotel oj with her actual personality without needing to explain anything

[wickedisback]

Idk I ended up accidentally taking this screenshot from the Elphaba’s Promise deleted scene and attempted really hard to do a deep fake almost kiss

It is VERY bad but it’s 2am and I did my best

(Anyone who is a better photo editor please make a better one I beg of you)