#i literally started these this afternoon

[phntmgifs]

𝑵𝑰𝑪𝑯𝑶𝑳𝑨𝑺 𝑮𝑨𝑳𝑰𝑻𝒁𝑰𝑵𝑬  𝐺𝐼𝐹 𝑃𝐴𝐶𝐾    —     clicking the  source link  will take you to a total of  #277  medium gifs of  nicholas galitzine in purple hearts.  all gifs were made from scratch, so please do not claim them as your own or repost anywhere. if you’d like to edit them in any way, please ask for permission first. special thanks to @madelyncilne for making the scene pack for these gifs. likes  &  reblogs are much appreciated if you use these!

[robotpussy]

i always knew he was going to be the sexiest doctor (who) ever but WOAH.......

[icewindandboringhorror]

Little bright colored outfit with a fun vest ~

(shoes from ebay like 10 years ago. everything else is thrifted)

[alexandriaellisart]

So now i have migraines apparently 😭

[nvathuw]

Kiss art

redrew that one post from @s0va-idalin

[randompajamaalt]

oh my god i just finished high noon over camelot and.. i am feeling things

i cant even

i cant even process all that

holy shit yall

johnny sims does NOT like happy endings

[simonghostrileys]

turned out the guy I thought was my """"soulmate"""" was manipulating me into making me think I had feelings for him so I stopped talking to him bc i realized his manipulation and now he's spreading rumors about me saying I was practically offering myself to him for sex when I never did that 🙃

[apopcornkernel]

batman: track and field au

author's note: i just miss track and field varsity even though i wasnt even that good... and ive been thinking about batman track and field au for FOREVER. so today i wrote a bit 📝

things u need to know: bruce is not batman. he's a coach at a school where the rest of the justice league teaches. yes, they're still the justice league. and yes, his robins still end up as vigilantes. jason is 15 in this; the joker hasn't gotten to him yet. also i added some characters ahead of the timeline bc i love them :/

Jason stumbles over from the finish line, grinning and sweat-drenched. And then his face screws up in sudden distress, and he promptly wobbles and collapses onto the hot stadium mat.

A half-formed sound of alarm—

Bruce leaps over the bleacher railing and sprints.

A poor, well-meaning race official gets there first, but Bruce shoulders him roughly aside and crouches by Jason. Jason has turned on his side, holding his right knee tight to his chest and making little pained gasps.

It tears at his heart. “Jason,” Bruce says.

Jason’s eyes are screwed shut, and he says nothing, but one of his hands reach blindly in Bruce’s direction and Bruce grasps it tightly.

“You were terrific, chum.” He squeezes, and feels the tremor that goes through his son. “Stretch your leg out for me.”

Jason shakes his head. “Hurts—”

��I know. I know. Please, Jay.”

It’s slow, and excruciating, but between the two of them they manage to get Jason sitting up, his leg extended straight against the ground. One hand of Bruce’s presses down firmly on the knee, and the other pushes his foot to flex, the metal spikes of Jason’s shoes digging hard into the callused flesh of Bruce’s palm. Jason leans back on his hands, spread flat against the ground, head tilted up to open, cloudless sky, exhaling drawn-out, shaky breaths.

The speakers blare out the next events—second call for Male C’s 400-meter hurdles, and third call for Female B’s high jump. The left side of the crowd begins clapping on beat for their star javelin thrower as she rocks back on her feet, once, twice, and begins bounding forward. Bruce makes a displeased noise. He hopes his throwers remember to pay attention.

A mosquito buzzes by Bruce’s ear and he shakes his head sharply to drive it away. The sweat has been beading at his hairline all throughout, and now it rolls torturously slow down his face. As his hands are otherwise occupied, he makes no move to wipe it, and does his best to ignore the unpleasant sensation.

At last, Jason’s breathing evens out. He tugs his leg gingerly away from Bruce’s hold, cheeks flushed with exertion and, doubtless, embarrassment. “Thanks.”

Bruce sits back on his haunches and wipes the sweat off his face. “Ready to stand?”

Jason raises a hand, wincing as he tests the muscles of his leg. “One sec.”

Bruce nods shortly. Jason safe, his attention wanders over to the bleachers. Tim, thank God, is dragging Damian away from the high railing. Dick and Cass are eating lunch with much avidity—Dick’s best event, high jump, had just ended before Jason’s, and Cass seems to have just returned from shot put. Duke and Stephanie are nowhere in sight, and for a moment Bruce is alarmed, but then he spots them at the stage and relaxes. Duke must have won his high jump—he stands on the highest podium, and even from here Bruce can tell he’s grinning—and Stephanie is clicking away on the school camera next to the official photographer.

As he watches Stephanie turn the camera backward and attempt to take a selfie with Duke, there’s a tap on his thigh. Bruce extends his hand without looking and grasps the hand that interlocks with his, pulling Jason up with ease.

Bruce glances at Jason, and notes how he squints against the glaring afternoon. “Remember to reapply your sunscreen when you get back.”

Jason rolls his eyes. “Not everyone is ghost-white like you.”

“You do not have to be ghost-white to get skin cancer.”

Jason grumbles, but when Bruce raises an imperious eyebrow at him, he raises his hands in surrender. “Fine. Whatever you say, boss.”

“Good. And, Jay...” Bruce reaches out, tentative, and puts a hand on his shoulder. “I meant it. You did terrific.”

Jason beams, bright enough to outshine the day, and something in Bruce’s chest uncurls into warmth.

[abrushwithdeath]

((I'm gonna try to be around a little bit today, so let me know if you want me to send memes your way!!!

This goes for people I'm already writing with AND anyone I haven't had a chance to write with yet, by the way <3))

[nyxypoo]

start evil laughing to break the silence

[herefortheships]

As an anxious overthinker, one of the worst things that can happen to me is having an afternoon appointment. By the time of the appointment, I've already had the entire freaking day to overthink absolutely everything. From how I'm going to act once I'm there, to what's going to happen, what conversations I might have, how long the whole thing is going to take, maybe it wasn't a good idea after all, "this bad gut feeling means I'm not supposed to go there!", etc. I overthink absolutely everything.

[dkettchen]

I've learnt how to input in python I will be unstoppable now

[backfliips]

I need to move out by the end of this year. My mom's boyfriend's family keeps showing up and I'm so scared of them that even being in the same room as them for 2 seconds makes my heart start racing and I start having to focus on my breathing bc otherwise I'll have an honest to God panic attack. I just hide in my room when I'm home and I skip meals because I'm too afraid to go into the kitchen when more than one of them is here. I've been going to bed hungry because I don't want to see them.

[icewindandboringhorror]

Some (late) holiday photos of the boye~!

[mics59]

If Scotty McNeil has a million fans, then I am one of them.

If Scotty McNeil has ten fans, then I am one of them.

If Scotty McNeil has only one fan then that is me.

If Scotty McNeil has no fans, then that means I am no longer on earth.

[schizowitchic]

one fucking day without seeing people making fun of people who can't make phone calls easily/can't order food in restaurants/struggle to ask for help from a customer service worker/etc. due to anxiety. please im literally begging at this point 🙏