#i have a little fun at the beginning

[dronebiscuitbat]

(Part 39) Touched and Bunker Bucks

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

A fierce duel commences!

[espurr-roba]

"They said I couldn't play baseball..."

Original audio from: My Chance - Game Changer's Mountport

[skitskatdacat63]

2009 Abu Dhabi Grand Prix - Sebastian Vettel(ft. Mark Webber & Jenson Button)

[turtleblogatlast]

Something I’ve been thinking about lately is that small moment in “Air Turtle” where immediately after the Daves lose yet another game, Leo says how sorry he is and how he’s doing his best as the mascot. This moment is so short but it’s honestly jam-packed with a whole heap of characterization.

His need to apologize for things clearly not his fault - especially when it feels like he messes up the job he was given despite doing the best he can (the phrase “it’s not about you” takes a new meaning when this is one of the lessons to be learned from that - that he is not always solely responsible for things going wrong), his need to save face and make a connection with an older adult man in his life (something he consistently does throughout the series - he’s got a few daddy issues, always collecting potential father figures, it’s no wonder he jumps at the bit to keep rapport), and the way he sounds and looks and the words he chooses really pushes how he is just a kid (“Mr. the Dunk, I’m so sorry”).

Like I know it’s a one off moment that doesn’t truly mean much, but when put against the rest of the series it works really well with the rest of Leo’s established character and helps in solidifying later concepts as well.

[myokk]

Her kisses were all-consuming and he felt his heart surrendering to her with every gentle nip, losing himself in the feeling of her. Her soft body pressing tightly against him, her breathy moans, the soft hair at the nape of her neck, her taste.

When Eloise finally pulled away from him, breathing heavily as their foreheads pressed together and their eyes locked, Sebastian was dazed and content and...happy. Merlin, he was so happy. Her cheeks were bright pink, and her lips were swollen and red and smiling up at him. His breath caught in his throat - he didn't think he had ever seen anything so beautiful as Eloise in that moment. Sebastian knew that he was grinning like a fool but he didn't care.

Happiness was bubbling up in his body and he was leaning down to kiss her again because it would never be enough and -

She started coughing.

Eloise abruptly pulled away from him, covering her mouth with her sleeve as she doubled over. A terrible, horrible, familiar wracking cough that Sebastian never thought he would hear again.

When she pulled her sleeve away from her mouth, there were little flecks of blood.

They both looked at each other in horror.

"Eloise..." he started, his voice cracking. The balloon of happiness that had filled him burst and he felt himself crashing back to the grim reality that had been his life for too long. Arms hanging limply at his sides. When his voice came out again, it was a whisper. He could barely choke the words out.

"...what did you do?"

their first kiss😇😇😇

[somegrumpynerd]

Truce au part 6 - Time to tell the teams

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[necrotic-nephilim]

I am always thinking TimJay thoughts related to the fact that they have matching scars from getting their throats slit, and not only that, but Jason slit Tim's throat first in an attempt to threaten Bruce, where Tim was nothing more than a pawn for Jason to use to emotionally manipulate Bruce.

batman (1940) #618

And then, just a little while later when Jason is trying to confront Bruce and do his whole dramatic moment with Joker in UTRH, and Bruce slits Jason's throat to stop Jason from killing the Joker.

batman (1940) #650

It makes me so Unwell. They have literal matching scars. When do you think Jason realizes it? When do you think, while running his fingers over the scar he has to always remind himself that Bruce was willing to jeopardize Jason's own life just to save the Joker, Jason realized it was the same scar *he* gave Tim? And does it click for him too, that he and Tim are a lot alike? Being used as pawns in Bruce's game? And for the first time he maybe understands Tim Drake, just another kid trying to get Bruce's attention and approval? And Jason did to Tim exactly what Bruce did to Jason? And that's part of what spurns on Jason's obsession with Tim, trying to "save" Tim from Bruce's ideology?

When they finally get together does it make Jason even more possessive? He put that mark on Tim and now he has his own to match. It's the closest to being understood and loved he's ever felt when Tim runs his fingers over Jason's scar at the same time Jason touches Tim's. Mirrors of each other, in a fun, fucked up little way.

[baeglbites]

Yup yup I also watched and read kn8 too

[batrachised]

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[ohitslen]

College (uni??) AU catering to my own interests as it should always be hehe :)

[dronebiscuitbat]

Oil is Thicker Then Blood (Part 39)

The whole first half of this chapter is just one very thinly veiled dirty joke… I'm not sorry.

“Uhhh, what's this for again?” N asked, slightly confused and nervous as he stood board straight, tail as still as possible as Uzi hovered near it with a measuring tape.

“Dad wants to baby proof your tail and needs the exact measurements. Tera's been swinging her arms around, I don't want her to accidentally sting herself.”

He thought for a moment, the dreaded image hanging in his head a moment before he looked over at the crib where Tera had finally settled into her nap.

“Yeah… that's a good idea, guess being smart runs in the family.”

She hummed at the complement, smiling although at this point she was getting accustomed to his honeyed words, she looked back up at him, a small laugh laced in her voice that for some reason sent a wonton shudder up his spine.

“Hoping our kids pick it up?” She teased, causing the brightest of blushes to grace N's face, and his tail to misbehave, wagging away from her.

“Uziiii” He whined, not quite used to her flirting back. Thier nervous, tentative “getting together” jitters had ended, leaving much more room for flirtatious teasing, something told him Uzi would be making him blush more often…

“I'm teasing, keep still.” She giggled, waiting until his tail stilled by itself before trying to measure it without touching it.

It was… a little more difficult then she imagined, he was being as still as possible for her, but his tail still moved slightly, waving from side to side, or twitching, making it impossible to measure.

“N, I think I'm going to have to touch your tail. It's not being still enough for me to get any good measurements.”

He gulped, he had been a little wary of this being the case, he wasn't scared, at least not of her, but it wasn't something he was sure he would be able to handle, still though… having a large syringe full of acid attached to his tail was unsafe around a toddler, and Uzi would never hurt him… willingly.

“I'll be as quick as possible, tell me if it's painful, okay?”

“I trust you.” The words sounded far more confident then he actually was, so confident in fact, that Uzi just nodded, smiling breifly at him, and didn't question his resolve.

Her hand connected with the bottom of the vial, and a shaky gasp immediately erupted out of N's mouth, and he made every effort to not immediately yank his tail away, despite the electricity arching through his tail directly into his core.

“It's okay, I'm not gonna hurt you.” She comforted, watching as the rest of his body stiffened and curled into itself, hands gripping gently onto his own coat.

She took note of the vial, the liquid inside warm in her palm, despite her curiosity, she did her best not to linger, she gripped it gently to keep it steady, causing another noise to come up out of N's throat that they both vehemently ignored.

N gripped onto his own coat even tighter, he couldn't help but compare this to all the times J had given rough treatment to his tail, even if it felt nothing like it.

Her hold was firm, probably so the tip of his tail wouldn't move out of her grasp, but still loose enough he didn't feel trapped, like he still had the choice to move away if he needed to, he slowly relaxed, this was fine.

His tail wasn't being abused until it was oversenstive to hell and back, it was just being held, gently, carefully, by someone who's intentions were only ever good, who didn't want to hurt him, or punish him, or to feel like they had power over him (though she did, she just had to ask). Just… someone who loved him.

At that, the exact sensation of her fingers carefully on his vial came through the previous radio-static of nervousness and muscle- memorized fear, her fingers were colder then the tip of his tail, a shudder went through him, feeling the shocking temperature difference.

“Almost done, you're doing great.” She called out to him, the praise momentarily sending a haze through his systems that was so violently different then what he was used to that his visor displayed the words [Good Boy?] With a little heart at the bottom of the question mark.

Then he blushed, quickly shaking the words away. Very glad that Uzi was down near his tail and nowhere near being able to see the embarrassing words that had displayed so shamelessly.

He wasn't a dog! The heck was wrong with him?

Uzi moved on to the needle, squeezing the canister of his tail just a little bit more firmly in order to get the perfect measurement, her tongue held at the corner of her mouth as she logged each precise measurement into a file she'd made labeled (N's Stinger Thing <3)

A very quiet whimper left him as he felt the pressure on the needle, forcing out several drops of nanite acid that thankfully harmlessly dripped onto the old wooden floor, although Uzi did notice and tried her best to hurry.

“Sorry…” She said as she gritted her teeth, man that didn't look comfortable at all…

He didn't reply, deciding keeping his mouth shut was the least embarrassing option he had, holycrapholycrapholycrap.

Then, she was done, her hands quickly moving away from his tail, this too, was a strange sensation, the absence of touch being now more uncomfortable than the presence of it.

He didn’t think too hard about what that implied.

“Done! It didn't hurt did it?” She immediately asked, pulling on him to face her, although she was met with him biting his own lip and the worst blush she'd ever seen on his face.

“N?”

“N-no! You didn't-” his tail suddenly jerked upwards, as if it had just realized it was free, and he made a grumbling noise before he continued “-hurt me, promise, I'm fine!”

“Are you sure? You don't have to hide it if I did.” Oh Biscuits, she sounded so ernest, and it was something he would normally appreciate, but not in precisely this moment, where he was trying to keep from embarrassing himself.

“I'm sure, biscuit.”

“Mmm.” She grumbled, pouting at the cutesy pet name but blushing lightly, she was used to most of his honeyed words… just not the pet names.

She quickly sent the measurements over to her dad, before sighing, looking over at her daughter, still asleep.

She is safe, you are doing well.

Ah yes, the strangly maternal voice in her head was back giving her unneeded and slightly worrying reassurances. It would be better if that voice would give her better advice, like why the heck her daughter was teething.

Isn't this a good thing? The kit will need to hunt for herself eventually.

She almost growled at that thought, No. No Tera would never have to hunt, not like N, and not like her, as long as she was around she would only know oil as the coolant she needed occasionally, not the blood of other people, not connected to violence.

The voice did not have a reply.

Her attention turned back to N, who had seemingly recovered from… whatever had been causing that weird look on his face and was also looking over at the crib.

Your mate is troubled.

My fucking what now?!

“Hey, how did your dad get so much furniture and decoration for his place?” He asked suddenly, bringing her attention away from her own headspace, she snapped to attention, although she needed a moment to register what he said.

“He bought it.” She replied simply

“Right, with money.” N responded, looking slightly more panicked then he was a moment ago.

“Y-yeah?” She was now confused, what was he getting at?

“Uzi, neither of us have jobs… did we need to pay rent? Or- for all those trips to the nursery”

“Oh N, chill.” She laughed a little, clutching one of his hands to get him out of his spiral. “We don't have to pay for basic housing or medical stuff, all that comes just from living in the bunker, it's just furniture, clothes, like… nonessential stuff.”

“Ooooh… yeah okay.” He visibly relaxed a little bit, but it was clear he had something else on his mind as well.

“Our dead masters enslaved us in the name of capitalism, why would we continue it?”

He thought for moment before shrugging, then scratched the back of his neck awkwardly.

“I guess I just feel bad, taking advantage of everything without giving back… we've been living here for over a month now, just feels… wrong?”

“I mean, you could get a job? But the only thing you'll be earning are… ugh merit tokens.” She groaned, of all the things the colony perpetrated from thier human controlled days, that had been the most demeaning.

Not just because she was near the bottom of that leaderboard, no, not at all.

“Merit tokens?”

“The colonies way of keeping track of who's done more for it, like building doors for example, or volunteering in the nursery.”

“And you buy stuff with that?”

“Yup, but it's not anything physical, you just exchange them digitally. I don't know what the big deal is though, if you want something we could always go scavenge for it.” She tried to drag him away from his previous line of thinking, she liked him here, hanging out every day, without ever worrying about when or if, he'd be back.

“How? Tera throws a tantrum if one of us isn't around. Plus I wanna help people! They gave me an apartment!” Ugh, she hated his correct logic, but an income of tokens would afford them access to the colonies part stockplie…

“My dad gave you an apartment.” She corrected, still not liking where this was going.

“Same thing!”

She thought for a moment, while a part of her heart ached at the thought of him bring gone for a portion of every day, he kinda had a point, they couldn't scavenge anymore, that was a two person job with Doll still at large and… whatever weirdness that was happening in their room, but she still needed things for her gun, material to tinker with, stuff they could only get if they had money.

She sighed.

“Do you… wanna go ask him for a job?”

“Yes!”

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[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

MDZS x Warrior Cats AU (part 1): That boy can meow!

Names and a huge inspiration credits to @clintbeefwoods!

(part 2)

[welcometogrouchland]

I miss them so bad (Dick and Damian)

[suffarustuffaru]

hi i made a tier list of how homophobic rezero characters are

hello in the spirit of valentine's day and the very welcoming community here on rezero tumblr i decided to make this with the help of my lovely mutuals.

[elizabethzoopzoop986]

I miss Mei so much you don’t understand :( bring her back AidaIro. Also Yako and Hakubo

I hate how the school mysteries (other than Hanako, Mitsuba and Akane) get there one arc where you really get to know them and care about them and then they just go away forever. GIVE THEM BACK PLS AIDAIRO LET THEM OUT OF THE CLOSET THEYVE DONE NOTHING WRONG