#i miiiight.......

[milolovesbmc]

What if I started drawing Spanish literature/art historical figures ship art. What then.......

[fawfulydoo]

im sorry i had a vision

[wooldawn]

[spigo-art]

Time Bastard(s)

The Time Bastard, Bastard of Time and Space, and Bastard Box all in one place~

Ever since I watched npmd Hatchetfield has taken over my life. And Ted's probably my favourite character. He's an asshole and a stupid idiot, I like that in a man.

[heybatterbats]

Any piece of media that doesn’t give Batman a Robin has misunderstood the character to a shocking degree. And not because Robin keeps Batman from going too dark or anything like that, but because Batman is fundamentally about parenthood. It started with an orphan, with the loss of parents. It’s always always always been about that.

I think at some level, Batman is trying to protect Gotham City in the same way a parent protects their child, and Robin is the physical embodiment of that. Batman is the kind of parent that says I will defend you, I will save you from danger, I will hurt whatever hurts you. Batman isn’t about a fear of bats. Batman is about the loss of parents. Bruce lost his parents to a violent criminal, so he will protect his city from criminals of the same nature, and when he sees a little boy with no one, he will step into the gap because he can’t bear not to. He knows that pain, and he will be damned if he lets this child feel it too.

Batman is a guardian and a father and a scared little boy all wrapped up in a black cape and a growl, and by his side there is another scared little boy who isn’t so scared with the Bat next to him, and together they’re going to make all of Gotham a little less scared too. That’s the core of Batman- he was an orphan once, and he will not let his city be left alone in the dark. And sometimes that’s planting a fist in the face of a mugger, and sometimes it’s holding the hand of a little boy in traffic light colors, but either way it’s Batman saying don’t be scared, I will protect you, I’m here.

Batman is a father. And I wish more media understood that.

[petricorah]

just two bros practicing kissing 💪💪 [id in alt]

[mochiiniko]

gotta love doomed straights

[iceman-soup]

masc!reader × divorced!price

Knowing John Price from outside of the military - fuckin hell, knowing him from a toddlers' group of all places. You had both joined at roughly the same time, and being the only dads there rather than mums, you quickly stuck by each other, becoming fast friends since the first session.

Turns out, he'd had a shitty divorce a few years ago, and, well - his sweet baby girl got caught up in all the middle of it. She was a tiny baby at the time, but the legal stuff regarding her in the divorce was messy and Price barely managed to see her at all; and then her mother had been arrested for something or other (he didn't like to talk about it) and he had gained full custody, and arrangements were made for her to stay with his family whilst he was on deployment.

Your story was entirely different. The kid was technically your sister's - but she had died shortly after childbirth, and with no partner and an awful relationship with your parents, the two of you had agreed beforehand that if anything happened, you would become the baby's legal carer. But you'd called the boy yours after only a few months, and that's all you ever introduced him as now. Your son.

The toddler group wasn't great for either you nor Price, to be honest. The kids loved the playtime, which was good - but the parent "teachings" that the leader held were mostly encouraging weird outdated shit that wasn't worth listening to, let alone enforcing. Not to mention the constant repetition of how a single parent is a "bad" parent, which you scoffed at every time. Good thing about it was how you and John could sit at one of your houses after and shit talk it over a coffee.

Was he hot? Sure. Yes. Absolutely. It was the very first thing you noticed about him. But more than that you were genuinely grateful to have a friend; another single dad to lean on, to finally start talking about your sister's death and all the guilt you felt with your son. Someone who would actually get it.

Price started to come around to yours almost every day, even when the toddlers' group was only once a week. He insisted it was nicer than his flat, and the kids had more space to play anyway. You never minded. He took you over to his parents' house, introducing you to them. They were quick to befriend you and your child, mentioning how you should visit John's daughter there when he's on deployment.

Deployment. Forgot about that.

You laugh and nod, thanking them before you leave. You take your son to a play park and sit on a bench, watching him and just thinking. It doesn't take long til you realise you're thinking less about your friend being all captain-y and more about his smile you've come to adore being wiped from his face. About him coming home and there being more scars on his hands and arms than before. 'Cause you fucking counted. Realising he might not come home at all.

You go to his flat the next day, awkward small talk as the kids go off to play. He can tell something's up. He asks if it was his parents. Fucking apologises as if he did something wrong. You sit him down on the sofa, and rest your head on his shoulder.

"Dunno what to do," you start, eyes flickering shut when he combs a comforting hand through your hair. "You're such a great man, John. Dunno what I'd do if you went."

He looks at you for a moment; you can feel his gaze. Tilts your chin up with a calloused finger and brushes his lips against yours. It takes a second or two to process what's happening - and then you're kissing him again, his jacket balled up in your fists as you hold him closer, suddenly realise this is what it was all along. The hot, slightly traumatised dad had tripped you up and you fell fuckin hard.

All too quickly and you're lowering him down against the sofa, and his hands are on your back, and your tongue is prodding impatiently at his lip. Then he opens his mouth and you almost seem to melt into it, a soft groan in his throat, and you're lying on top of him, and his legs are around your waist-

"I'm not complaining," you hum between kisses, "but how is making out gonna help?"

He breaks apart. Looks at you with a sort of dog-like curiosity, mulling over the question for a second. Then his hands snake up to rest in your hair, and he smiles his signature smile. "Don't know. Just thought I wanted to kiss you. Won't fix me goin' on deployment, but-" he glances away, a flush creeping up his neck, "thought... thought you might be somethin' to come back to, y'know?"

You chuckle quietly, pressing your lips to his blush. "You askin' me out, John?" He kisses you tenderly, shuffling to sit up a little, pulling you onto his lap facing him.

"If you'll take me."

And you don't even have to think about it. "'Course I will."

[headslikekites]

⭒☆ DOA Territory ☆⭒

(individual gifs below the cut (〜￣▽￣)〜)

[kittynugg]

stan and ford highschool thoughts

-Stan always tried to convince Ford to do absurd shit because nobody would suspect him what with him being a teacher's pet. His magnum opus was trying (and failing) to convince Ford to shit in the urinal. Ford still thinks about this and wonders how Stan even came up with it.

-I personally headcanon Ford to be aroace but obviously he'd have no idea about that in highschool of the 1970s. He asked three girls out in his life and failed miserably every. Single. Time. One that keeps him up at night is when he asked someone to homecoming and she just said "why?" He promptly had a small meltdown and walked away. (very inspired by the Illymations video about dating with autism)

-Stan had an actual friend group, they'd hang out on the weekends when Ford was busy studying and even include him most of the time. Ford didn't actually like being included that much.

-Ford had a summer job in junior year, he worked at a café and vowed to never work customer service again afterward.

-Stan probably liked men or something. Just a thought. He thinks everyone does in highschool and called it the "boykisser phase" until he mentioned it to someone and the other person was like what the fuck.

-Ford started a homework racket with the help of Stan, he'd get paid to do other people's homework and split it 50/50 with Stan for coming up with the idea. (Ford fucking loved doing homework and Stan is a natural born conman so it worked out well.)

-Stan could do a backflip, the kind you do off a wall, and became the coolest motherfucker in the school for approximately four minutes because of it.

-In the yearbook's superlatives section, Ford got "Future President" and Stan got "Least Likely to Live Until 25". Stan is more proud of his than Ford's.

-Ford nearly killed Stan trying to cook for him when he got sick. This is a canon event for both of them and Stan is a pretty good cook now when he actually feels like trying. (I.e.. when someone's sick.)

-They had real plans to run away and join the circus if sailing didn't work out. Stan is pretty good at juggling.

-Ford said goodnight to Stan's empty bunk every night for a month after he was kicked out

[cornetespoir]

I think I'm gonna redo these eventually, but I kind of like where they're going so far?

[notthesoup]

PAIRING stoner!vi x fem!reader

TYPE headcanons

GENRE fluff, angst (minor hurt/comfort)

SYNOPSIS what she’s like when she’s high

NOTES was debating if this should be headcanons or a oneshot, ended up with this. not beta read!

© notthesoup - all rights reserved. even when credited, these works are prohibited to be reposted, translated or modified

She doesn’t mind the smell of cigars (it reminds her of Vander), but she prefers smoking cannabis. She doesn’t care too much about the specifics either (wouldn’t gaf about the strain type or the terpene profile), weed is weed and she’s smoking that shit fr 🙏

She typically only smokes socially, preferring to share a light high among friends.

She’s normally a brash, “act first think later” sort of person, but when she’s high she’s a tad more patient with things. This doesn’t account to much though, because even if she allows herself a few moments to think something through, she’ll still impulsively do it. “It’s a problem for future me,” she reasons. Unfortunately, the future is near, and she wakes up the next day with small random bruises she doesn’t remember getting.

When Vi is high she’s a lot goofier and carefree. Depending on how many hits she’s taken of the blunt, she’ll have trouble focussing her eyes during conversation. Because of this, she’ll squint at you when you’re talking, trying but failing to hold eye contact. She’ll be eagerly listening, then get distracted by the way your face is moving, and start giggling. You ask her what’s wrong, if there’s something on your face, and a memory of Mylo or Claggor hits her; she starts laughing her ass off. You let her indulge herself, content to sit and watch as she tries to explain, stuttering out sentences between wheezing. When that doesn’t work she tried collecting herself. After a minute or so her breathing evens out again, your expression still a blurry smile, and she says softly, “they would’ve liked you.” You know better than to ask in that moment, so with a chuckle, you nudge her shoulder with yours and nod.

Philosophers have nothinggg on Vi when she’s high. Sure, at the beginning of the smoke session she’s a chatterbox, but as the night progresses the conversation becomes more pensive (and slightly cynical). There can be a real sense of calm hopelessness, like standing in the eye of a hurricane and watching the storm swirl around you. Then the conversation would grow quiet for a minute, the two of you overlooking the buildings on the horizon.

Throughout the night, Vi will get sentimental like that sometimes. You find yourself wanting to comfort her during those times, but know she just needs someone to listen to her.

After realizing that neither of you had talked for what seems like an hour, she’d do something akin to what Vander would do, slapping her hands on her thighs and saying “what would you say about going for some drinks, eh?”

She’s more often than not lighthearted and boisterous though, the sadder moments few and far between. She likes making outlandish claims to get the conversation started, and waves her hands a lot in emphasis.

In moments of silence when she’s stuck on what to say, she always brings it back to zucchini and how she thinks they’re evil. Don’t worry, you don’t even have to ask, she’s already launching into her reasoning.

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[brynnterpretations]

Jason Bateman in Carry-On (2024).

[amywritesthings]

...sooooo do you guys want a silver underground friday on january 31? 😏

[lightbulb-warning]

I survived Danganronpa and all I got was this hoodie...

he got one (1): hoodie and one (1): unimaginable amount of survivior's guilt.

[wolfythewitch]

Hi!! I need more interviews for my thesis on religious trauma, though this time I need respondents who are cishet HAHA just to diversify the sample pool. Please reply or dm me if you're interested :0