#idk how canonical it is but i dont care

[masterofiodine]

i'm finally listening to tma!

(adding this version too because i cant decide which one looks better hehh)

[separatedleoau]

He doesn't know what everyone's singing

I guess this is propaganda for @tmntaucompetition vote for SLAU and I'll uuuhhhh.... I'll make the matching jerseys canon I guess

[cloudysfluffs]

prismo stop moving, hes trying to make up some constellations!!

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inspired by @tickletails post abt the stars on prismos back and one of the convos we recently bc we are the normalest ever about these two

[sideblogdotjpeg]

have been thinking about professor sol even. professor bufo with no clearly discernable lesson plan. sol bufo ostensibly martial arts professor who spent two weeks running a yoga and meditation program and shows up to the next class with crochet hooks for everyone. professor bufo who is technically supposed to be assigning grades to students but hasnt given anyone less than an A because "i think they worked really hard and they did a great job :)" (referring to the ugliest and most malformed pot holder anyone has laid eyes upon in their life). professor bufo who is on his way to cluelessly kickstart the sexual awakening of about half the cohort of the academys new students. sol bufo adjunct professor who is gone half the year and his first class back is so immediately and easily baited into going into a long tangent about how cool his friends are. sol who is pretty sure hes easily the most useless professor on campus and almost cries when he sees his little desk overflowing with thank you notes at the end of the year. professor bufo absolutely fucking gloriously hot in the tightest little sweater vest because there were faculty complaints when he wore a crop top to class.

[artandbrimstone]

choosing which scars to keep.

close ups under the cut

[batbux]

In the League of Assassins, to return home to find one's personal quarters breached, door ajar, is a violation of the highest order - a threat, a declaration of war all rolled into one.

In Wayne Manor, it was WORSE.

Damian stood in the hallway, backpack clenched in one hand, glaring at his bedroom door with everything he had. In a just world, the door would have the decency to at least burst into flames. Alas, it did not and Damian came no closer to developing x-ray vision in the intervening moments.

He clicked his tongue and stalked forward, determined to spew vitriol of the highest caliber at the interloper.

Grayson and Todd had plans today - it was why Pennyworth had been the one to collect him from school. Brown and Cain were currently staying in the manor, but they usually only appeared around meals like the stray cats Damian fed behind the now defunct grilled cheese restaurant on the corner of Washington and 147th. Thomas and Drake usually returned later in the day - school and work respectively.

In short - Damian's room had either been breached by a stranger which was staggeringly unlikely, or there was a flaw in his information.

Throwing open the door, Damian's eyes met Drake's and every scathing insult died on his lips.

Because the older boy was sitting in Damian's desk chair with a pastel pink box on his lap. The same one that Damian had secreted away last night and hoped to return today with his older "brother" none the wiser.

"So, do you want to talk about this or..." Tim trailed off, seeming oddly relaxed.

"Get out of my room."

"Ok, because this Hello Kitty caboodle was a cherished gift from Stephanie and I was beside myself when I found out it was missing this morning."

Damian could see the bruising now, creeping up the side of Drake's neck where he'd turned to avoid taking a pipe to the throat.

"I decided to work from home," he explained unnecessarily, catching how Damian's eyes lingered on the too dark shadow around his collar. "Why did you take my makeup?"

Damian glared at him, lip curling in disgust.

"Ok," Drake said again. "At least tell me you didn't use my brushes and sponges. I don't want the cross contamination of your face germs."

"How dare you!" Damian hissed, clenching his free hand into a fist as well now. "To imply I'm unclean-"

"Oh my god, shut up. Everyone has weird face germs and whole ecosystems on their skin. People have mites in their eyelashes."

After a quick Google search, Damian determined that to be true and resolved to never think about it again.

"It's not sanitary to share," Drake concluded. Finally, he stood. Hopefully that meant that he was done with this whole mortifying ordeal. "But, Damian..."

"Leave," he ordered. Drake didn't. He just looked at Damian. It was- it was uncomfortable. Rude, even. And it certainly didn't make Damian sweat with the knowledge that a properly motivated Red Robin was nearly as observant as Batman himself.

"I'm going to make you an offer," Tim said, seemingly finding something in Damian's face or body language. "I'll take you out to a proper store for brushes and makeup - they'll be able to help with your shades and stuff better than I can - and as soon as we get home we'll never speak about it again."

Damian's eyes narrowed.

"Why?"

"Arguably so you'll be better able to go undercover - Bruce had me posing as Caroline Hill when I was a little older than you are now. But also, maybe it's a gender thing."

"It's not."

"Okay," Drake agreed easily. "But I'm going out as a woman if we do go - I have a rapport with the workers at the Sephora in Burnley."

Drake had no pride as a man, that much was obvious. Internally, Damian could admit that wasn't... Bad.

"Do you... Prefer to be a woman?" he asked stiffly because he may think Drake was a consummate waste of air, but he wasn't a monster. He would use the right pronouns.

"I don't really care," he said. "I don't feel strongly one way or another."

Leave it to Drake to half ass the entire concept of his own gender.

"If you go as a woman, would I present a hindrance to your cover?" Damian asked before he remembered that leaving for a little makeup outing with Timothy Drake was one of the last things he wanted to do.

"I could swing it," he answered. "But I think you might have fun dressing up. Have you seen my collection of wigs?"

Without knowing how, exactly, Damian found himself sat down at a proper vanity in Drake's private bathroom, hair framing his face in gentle medium brown waves. As Drake struggled with an unopened tube of eyeliner in the background, he looked at himself in the mirror.

A face achingly reminiscent of his mother's peered back at him.

[lemongogo]

why do i love the conflict more than anything else . the misery . the incompatibility that spreads like oil slick . wanting so desperately for resolution that never comes . hmmm

[gjsxj0]

mindless rambling in tags don't mind me

[kaeyapilled]

we need to lean more into the scara is a puppet thing. hes like an android robot. to me. does bro have a cooling system. removing his ram memory

[catboycyrus]

HAVE YOU HEARD THE NEWS ABOUT CYRUS BEING CANONICALLY AUTISTIC

well sure but I figured we all knew that for years due to his nature? One of the most obvious autistic characters ever invented right behind Fegan Floop of Spy Kids fame.

[sonknuxadow]

just got a blazed sonadow post on my dash that was actually such a jumpscare

[seizethedeansofproduction]

I just know that after Annie, Troy, and Abed watched Spiderverse, they all went as spiderman variants for halloween

[shikai-the-storyteller]

PAC GIVING ME HOPE THAT HE MIGHT PARTICIPATE IN THE FINAL QSMP EVENT???? THANKS PAC

[kingcunny]

still think theyre gonna make dyana gaemons mother in hotd. i feel like it would be the smart thing to do since theyve already named & introduced her. and it also brings into the story of ye olde abortives werent always 100% affective putting jaces parentage into further question. which i dont Personally believe criston is jaces father but i think its interesting if maybe rhaenyra/jace/alicent/criston THINK he could be���…..

[bananasfosterparent]

[waterfallofspace]

I have finished The M/entalist, a tv show that ended 10 years ago, a show that I'm sure no one else cares about, but that I am about to make my whole personality for at least 2 weeks as I have hyperfixated on it so hard I can barely breathe

so uhhhhhhhh anyways if anyone knows this show take this as an open invitation, or if not then consider this a formal warning that i may be reblogging things and screaming "P/ATRICK J/ANE" in the tags <3