#i love this feature dude

[optimisticlucio]

get fuckign BOOPED BITCH

fuck me I have gotten booped

[arinmoss]

he's got half a head

[niceforearmsnicerstaff]

can you tell who my fav is yet

[descendantofthesparrow]

D3 screenshot redraw-the lean™

@bucket-barnes

[sanx049]

The time has come once again

For Sean to be on my page

(Wishing i was as wasted as him btw)

[gen4grl]

halloween in pallet

[digirainebow]

hope your first canon birthday rocked, alex 🎂

[cybertron-smash-or-pass]

You know the thing I like about tfa ratchet is that he actually looks like an old man unlike IDW and tfp ratchet. Yet another reason why Animated is the best continuity

They said "we're going to give ratchet battle damage and a bunch of dents in his face that look like scruff and terrible posture and a big ol tummy and the most tired eyes youve ever seen on a robot and you're going to like it" and by the Allspark they were correct.

[bonchobrick]

(angst alert !! death + slight blood tw !!)

Tim is stuck in a sticky situation and has to call a certain 'spooky' friend for help.

Jason would probably call him a dumbass for trying to do something so stupid. Well, atleast thats what Tim thinks Jason would do, he isn't for sure though, he isn't certain.

Because Jason's laying on the ground with a flat pulse and he wont be giving him any answers anytime soon.

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“Don' look so weird replacement, its just anoth’r day in gotham.” His brother slurs with the slight quirk of his lips

"Jason don't fucking do this to me!" Tim hisses tears cursing his eyes

And Jason, oh that bastard—bleeding out on the pavement and in Tim’s arms sends him his classic beaming Robin Smile. 

"Love ya' little bro take care of yo'rself, kay?" he says eyes fluttering

"Jay," Tim cries, "You dick."

For all the joy and hope and belief his smile conveyed for the first time in a long time—his red blood muddled what should’ve been such a nice sight. Tim held him on the pavement with someone yelling on the comm mic on the floor that he just can’t bother trying to pay attention to. 

The pavement is cold. The air is cold. His brother is cold. It’s all so cold tonight. 

All the younger boy does close his eyes and slowly, In. Out. In. Out.

He lets himself breathe for a minute. Lets the horror wash over him. Lets himself absorb what just happened,

Then he gets back to work. 

Like a switch his brain is back online running at a hundred miles an hour–what is the best scenario, what should I do when my brother's wrist is limp and his eyes are shut, what do I do if he’s dead again, what can i do, how can I Fix. This.

Thoughts cloud his mind, whirring around his head like layers and layers of messy documents has just been dumped on his desk and he’s shuffling through them panicked trying to find the right file because its somewhere here, there is something and he just needs to sort. it. out. And–

Then it all becomes clear. 

His desk is back to clean and stationary. All of the papers are gone back into neat piles in neat manila folders, stored away in tidy filing shelves–

Everything is gone aside from one little yellow sticky note in the center of the desk.

“Well, Jay?” Tim chuckles with a cracked voice, “Second times the charm right?”

In his mind, at the center of it all, on a yellow sticky note lies the words in green ink: ‘Contact The Ghost King.’

Slowly he shifts and with a loud grunt he lifts up Jason, “Up we go!”

“--im? Why do you have Red Hood’s Comm–Tim what happened! Tim!” the comm speaker plays faintly in the background of his head, “Tim! Whatever you’re thinking off doing, don’t!” someone Tim can’t think about hisses

Tim hums absentmindedly towards the mic, almost automatically, “Don’t worry Babs, I’ve got it covered.”

Walking away from the roof he thinks to himself, I wonder where Jason would wanna wake up? Perhaps his apartment? Yea, i think that would go well by him–let’s head to the apartment.  

And just like that Tim leaves a crime scene—shuffling away with a dead body over his shoulder and a plan.

“Jay,” Tim murmurs to the corpse on his shoulder, “You’re really gonna hate this, but i’m doing this for you anyways cause I love you. So dont be too hard on me when you wake up okay asshole?”

Tim stumbles off into the stairwell making his descent and sometime as he walks away Barbara faintly catches him on the comm saying

“-Your gonna love Danny and making your lame 'im a dead guy' jokes with him man .”

[linktube]

damien's three celebrity crushes! x

[imaredshirt]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Gravity Falls Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Fiddleford H. McGucket/Ford Pines, Ford Pines & Stan Pines, Fiddleford H. McGucket & Stan Pines Characters: Ford Pines, Stan Pines, Fiddleford H. McGucket, Bill Cipher Additional Tags: Love Confessions, Alternate Universe - Mystery Trio (Gravity Falls), Fluff, Adventure & Romance, Horror, Supernatural Elements, Jealous Bill Cipher, Evil Bill Cipher Summary:

They were three exhausted adventurers trapped on top of a lumpy boulder in the middle of the wilderness with a hungry monster lurking below, and of course Stan chose that moment to ask, “So, are you two nerds a thing yet or what?”

[charlioak]

do you love me, love me, love me?

[absolutelybifurious]

where there is a flame (someone's bound to get burned)

buck/eddie | 12,967 | explicit | post s7, injured eddie, mutual masturbation, infidelity

It's easy. It's dangerous. Because it takes Buck longer and longer to fall asleep, watching Eddie's eyes drift closed while they talk about the calls Eddie missed or how his interim replacement is old and grouchy or how Eddie wants to send a picture of a puzzle he finished to Chris but thinks it might be overstepping. How excited Eddie is that Chris liked one of his messages. How worried he is that Chris hasn’t mentioned school – that he doesn’t know whether to register him or not. They talk until Eddie gets slower, slower, then falls asleep all pressed against Buck, and every night, Buck feels more of the places they're touching. He feels the places their thighs brush, feels the burned imprint of Eddie's side against his stomach, feels how Eddie's hand sometimes curls around Buck's side – how he buries himself as deep as he can. At first, Buck thinks the erection is just... a coincidence. He'll get past it, but then, it happens again, and again, until Buck has to shift his weight to make sure Eddie doesn't feel it. It's only the fifth night they've spent like this that Buck feels his throat go wet and dry at once. He hates himself for it, for the ache – for the press of his cock against the fabric of his briefs. It's not a conscious choice, not really, when he slips his hand down, savoring how it skims the line of Eddie's spine, how it skims more than Eddie's spine, and then Buck's got a hand on his own dick. What is he doing?

OR

Eddie gets hurt. Buck moves in to help. Things... escalate.

[allthepandasintheworld]

currently on the vander study struggle bus

why are all the pictures i find of him either super low-res or like. just bad. why. help

[beansmakesthings]

I swear Jane is my favourite RTC character but then 80% of the fanart I draw is Mischa

[vaguely-concerned]

few things bring me as much joy as my rook's expressive capacity for sudden withering disdain. (he's looking at illario here, of course lmao.) he's so hey i'm just a little guy...🥺 coded most of the time and then someone says something dumb enough that the mask cracks for a moment and every line of him says 'that is the stupidest fucking thing anyone has ever said to me and I'm aggrieved to even have had to hear it'. rye is mostly very kind but there IS a bastard lurking in his head waiting to be let out as well. not just solas but solas too I suppose. two bastards in rye ingellvar's head they keep each other company and are trying to strangle each other as we speak 😌.

(vs. him looking over at lucanis a moment later during the same line delivery. since lucanis was actively into viago once I cannot imagine that getting to watch rye crack and be kind of mean to people who've earned it when too sorely tried is like. entirely without allure to him fhskjadf. witnessing illario pulling the old ingratiating 'rooook reason with him would you~ I'm the cousin with the charisma stats' routine and This being rook's response probably opened some as of yet ill-understood '...I think I hauve covid' corners of lucanis' soul. tfw your buddy has your back so completely (dawning erotic implications))