#im sorry im not dead

[taitavva]

WDYM IT ISNT FEBRUARY ANYMORE ???

[syrcinus]

October 31st, 1981.

[hinamie]

to moving forward

[doctorhomo]

“old man writes about gen z on their damn phones” ?????? no?????? old man writes about the dangers of staying in your own bubble and prejudice and privilege to the point where you’d rather die than let a black man save you????? old man writes about useless influencer-types who are so dependent on their bubble that they dont know when they need a piss???????? old man writes about white people desperately trying to make their own aryan society and staying in their racist BUBBLE ????????

[wojtekaneko]

That's how it went

[corkinavoid]

DPxDC Unhinged Feral Boyfriends

The whole Batfam is under the assumption that Damian is the feral child. The assassin, the wild one, the demon brat that bites and stabs. Jason usually takes the second place, what with guns, heads in the duffelbag, and being a crime lord.

But Tim? Come on, even Duke is more feral than him. Tim is a nerd, and he keeps to his own devices most of the time, and, sure, sometimes he is plenty unhinged. But he's okay. Seventh place on the unofficial List of Feral Bats.

He's got a boyfriend lately, have you heard? Tim hadn't brought him to the manor for dinner yet, but each and every Bat and Bird have already seen the guy - in person or through the surveillance cameras or background checks, doesn't matter. Either way, Daniel Fenton is quite literally a ray of sunshine.

They look very cute together.

That is, until one day, they witness Danny and Tim rip Joker's ribcage out of his chest.

Nothing could have prepared them for it. It was just another patrol, just another night of fighting crime, nothing out of the ordinary. Sure, Joker was on the loose, but so far, no one has tracked the Clown down or seen any of his goons.

But then, Red Robin's tracker went offline. The Bats started searching for him immediately - his last recorded location, his trackers, his route, everything. But when they managed to find him...

Well.

They didn't only find him in that warehouse.

They found Joker, choking on the ground and clawing at his own neck, like trying to force some air inside his lungs. Over him, Danny was squatting on the ground, his eyes thoughtful and not worried in the slightest, tapping on his chin. And, just a step behind him, Red Robin is holding a fucking ribcage in his hands, studying it with calm curiosity.

"Should we put it back now?" Tim asks, relaxed and easy, like they are speaking about whether they should or should not get another box of cereal in a store.

Danny shrugs, "I mean, if you want to. It's not like he's gonna die in the next ten or so minutes, you've got time."

And then, as Batman makes the slightest of noises, Danny's head snaps to him, and the boy smiles, cheerful and bright. Like the ray of sunshine he is.

"Hi, Bats!" Then he blinks and looks down to Joker, who is already frothing at the mouth, "Oh, don't worry about him, he won't die. Red's just putting a tracker in his manibrium."

"I figured it'd be easier to find him next time if he can't get the tracker out," Tim nods, unbothered, as he is tinkering with the ribcage in his hands before passing it back to Danny, "Okay, done. Put it back."

Danny takes the ribcage and presses it to Joker's chest. And, before they know it, the bones sink inside the man, like a hand in a bowl of sand.

Danny wipes his hands on his jeans and stands. Tim smiles at the Bats, none of whom know what to say and where to start.

The next day, Joker is back at Arkham with a tracker in his sternum, Danny is invited to dinner in the manor, and Tim takes the first place of the Feral List, with a note 'never leave unattended when Danny is nearby'.

[scargvl]

Brokeback Mountain but it's Charthur

i drew these on an ipad, which is NOT my preferred tool at all, so don't mind it too much.

[daisybell-on-a-carousel]

Being someone who read Under The Red Hood and came out with the firm belief that, for Jason, it's not about killing Joker, it's about Jason wanting proof Batman would choose him over the Joker (bc shelia chose the joker). Makes seeing any other media where it's all about just wanting the Joker dead is a teeny bit frustrating. to be honest

Jason could've killed the Joker himself, really, really easily. Jason kidnaps the Joker before the confrontation. I can't open my comic for a reference right now, but it felt like he had the Joker for quite a bit before the confrontation. He had him. He beat him up with a crowbar. He had every single opportunity to kill the Joker himself, but he didn't because that wasn't his goal. Make no mistake, he did plan for the Joker to be dead by the end of it, but do you see what im trying to say here

Edit: If I knew this post was gonna get 1000+ notes I would've tried to word it better or something, this was a rant I made on the way to the grocery store 😭

It's not about making Batman kill either. When Batman says he won't kill, Jason adjusts and goes, 'Let ME kill the Joker or kill me to stop me' instead. The test is all about Batman choosing him. The whole final confrontation is Jason's first death again. The parent, The Joker, and the explosives. It even ends with Jason unable to move as a bomb goes off right next to him again because the parent didn't choose Jason. And instead tried finding an option that'd benefit them and (consequencely) letting the Joker walk, again, lol, lmao <-in agony

[crawsmost]

hey guys

[itslilacokay]

new group activity: period cramp transferring (based off convo with @cyanvalour)

[aomiiine]

how would colonel!caleb react once you two find out that you're finally pregnant after /so many/ tries 👀

Im gonna lose it, anon istg ur contributing to my domestic caleb agenda.

Once colonel caleb finds out you’re pregnant after so many nights of reckless fucking, unprotected and willing to have you pregnant��he’s so fucking ecstatic. Seeing you approach him and reveal the pregnancy stick, the two lines confirming the presence of life in your belly where his many, many creampies took root, had him looking blank, making you worried he wasn’t as joyful as you thought he would be at the thought.

But before you could open your mouth to ask him a thing, he’s swept you off your feet, strong arms—bionic and muscle—wrapped around your torso beneath your arms, crushed into his body. Caleb’s face nuzzled into the column of your neck, nose and lips burying themselves impossibly close. His breath was heavy, hands clinging onto your shirt before he finally spoke.

“We’ll never be apart from each other ever again, you hear me? You’re attached to me, body and soul—like I am to you,” he whispered hotly, moving his head down the slop of your neck to rest his forehead against your shoulder, staying still in how he had you now to fight against the stinging that had begun to bloom in his eyes, jaw clenched and brows furrowed with effort.

All sentimentality aside, he’d most definitely whisper endless praises by your ear that exact same night while fucking you so lovingly, calling his good girl—his only girl—for how obedient you were when you took his previous loads, thanking you reverently for giving him the best gift he’d ever ask for—the best gift after your reappearance into his life, of course. He’s never more thankful for anything other than you.

[dr-rato]

"I need someone to remember me

I need something bigger than the sky

Hold it in my arms and know its mine

Just how many stars will I need to hang around me

To finally call it heaven?"

[barblaz-arts]

Obsessed with Charlie and Vaggie's harmonies in the More Than Anything Reprise. I just had to sketch that one frame reeeeaaaal quick.

[hinamie]

inflict

[deedala]

[sunsetcurveauto]

and they were codependent coworkers