#immediately Flat

[carlsdraws]

ekko i’m so sorry your character was only allowed to be about a girl….. when you were like the character with the most Plot Stakes of all of them…… jinx i’m so sorry you had to KILL YOURSELF TO GET OUT OF YOUR SISTERS WAY?????????

[chalkrub]

this too is yuri (the relationship between me and two of my own characters i love too much)

[occasionalsnippets]

As for you filling in as Red Robin later on, it might be better to discuss it chronologically with Batman getting lost in the timestream and the no good very bad follow up conversation about who should wear the cowl that somehow ends up with you filling in as Nightwing.

Hi, love the FD au!! there was something you mentioned in one of the other asks about FD!MC filling in as Nightwing after the battle for the cowl and it’s been rotating in my brain like a microwave lmao

the entire lead up into the red robin series is such a mess, and i know FD!MC ended up helping Steph during her robin run so that probably turned out better than in the comics, but so many things happened and lots of people tim cared about died so i can imagine that she had her hands full…. poor mc

A/n: asdlakjsh a more humourous take on the follow up on Bruce getting lost in the time stream. Battle for the cowl is messy and Does Not Happen like it did here I guess.

Taglist: @dragondevinity, @lonely-star2044, @sheep-from-rad, @ilxandra, @thethingwiththefeathers, @star-wars-lycanwing-bat, @sackofsadstuff, @zonked-times, @paastaboi, @venfia, @fantasy-angelo, @linaisadream, @shirp-collector-of-fixations, @roseapov, @alittletiredcry

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So, Bruce is gone.

Exploded, vanished, died, and whatever during the battle with Darksied. Everyone is, for a lack of better words, bouncing off the walls but not quite falling apart at the seams yet. You're pretty sure Bruce is alive (something something timestream?????) and Tim is digging through something for a theory so you're calling a capital E, Emergency meeting.

The topic: Who is going to be the next Batman.

Right off the bat, Tim, Damian and Steph are automatically disqualified on accounts of being too young.

"Cass?"

"No. Would be The Bat, not Batman."

Fair enough.

“Jason?”

He scoffs. “Fuck no.”

“If he became Batman, he’d be an evil gun Batman who kills people,” Tim chimes in.

So that leaves Dick to inherit the world’s worst legacy.

You look at him.

He looks at you.

Everyone else’s eyes flick between the two of you.

“What are you looking at me for?” You raise an eyebrow.

“Well, I just thought that, you know, you might… want…”

“No.”

Why was he looking at you anyways? You’re absolutely the wrong build to pretend to be Batman.

“If Richard is to become Batman-” Damian’s face twists a little. “Then, what is to become of Nightwing?”

There's a mischievous twinkle in Steph's eyes. "Well if we want the net number of vigilantes to be the same-"

--

"This is an awful idea," you say for the record as you cross your arms, dressed in Nightwing's suit.

"It's this or you become Batman." Dick, in the Batman suit, pats your shoulders and pulls the cowl over his head.

Your hand twitches.

Fuck Darksied and Bruce and the timestream. You are so not getting paid enough for this.

[wow-sofa-art]

Btw this is what happens every time Harry changes his outfit in-game if you even care....

(reference under read more)

[shinoot]

The family keeps getting bigger

[kindaasrikal]

Do you think Cole used to help Nya with feeling comfortable in her own skin again and feeling flesh and bones, as well as acting alive again, whilst also helping her keep her form and be more conscious and sure of it after merging with the sea, simply because he gets it?

Ghost Cole you will not be forgotten.

[nex-has-gender-envy]

Oh no, Venom haven't understood the point of movie. . .

It's fine guys, Eddie will explain it to him later

Got inspired after seein ACTUAL og text to this panel and Venom deadass saying "mojo dojo casa house"

[pjs-everyday]

anything to piss off endeavor, tbh 😘🔥

[jadewritesficshere]

Winter slumber

Steve Harrington x reader

Contents: just fluff, mentions of wintertime (I totally didn't start to write this in November shhh)

Steve shivered as he tried to open the front door, arms full of groceries. The snow covering the ground had fallen overnight and showed no sign of stopping. The store was full of people stocking up last minute, including himself.

Thankfully, Steve is prepared most of the time, and there were canned goods aplenty. But he almost had to take down an old lady for a loaf of bread.

"Honey, I'm home," Steve calls as he stomps his feet, letting the snow fall off in clusters on the rug. Steve frowns when there is no response, calling out,"I said 'Honey, I'm home'?"

Steve taps his feet a couple of more times, before giving up. He'll wipe the floor with a towel, he's gonna leave tracks in either way. He's more concerned with setting the groceries down before the bags rip or his arms do.

You aren't in the kitchen when he deposits the groceries on the table. You don't come into the kitchen when he is putting everything away. You don't greet him at all as he takes his shoes off and wipes the floor of any stray snow and wet footprints.

Steve peeks into the living room and frowns, his brow becoming furrowed. You aren't sitting under the crocheted blanket Mrs. Henderson gave him. Which is where he had left you. Steve puts his hands on his hips and looks around.

There is no sign of life in the living room at all. For a split second, the terrible thought he has entered the Twilight Zone and doesn't live with his partner occurs. He scowls and bats the thought away, he should never have let you and Eddie have a marathon of that show.

Steve can't help the frown spreading across his face. He had wanted to see you smiling at him. Maybe have you jump up and give him a kiss. Warm him up a bit from the chill outside.

Steve shakes his head, groaning as his hair falls in his eyes. Stupid snow melting and getting his hair wet. His hair falling makes him realize his clothes are wet and he is cold.

Steve shrugs his winter coat off, hanging it on the hook. It falls off, the heft of the winter coat too much to stay on a small iron piece. Steve tilts his head back in frustration exhaling slowly. He unties his boots, grumbling lightly to himself as he tosses them on the towel to dry and picks up his coat.

Steve cautiously puts the coat back on the hook, hands hovering to make sure it doesn't fall. When it stays put, he sighs in relief. He takes two steps towards the stairs when he hears the coat hit the ground. He sighs again. It'll be there when he gets back, after he puts on some dry clothes.

Steve pads up the stairs, frustration simmering under his skin. Stupid coat. Stupid snow. He throws the door open to the bedroom an-

Oh.

You're like a vision. A soft respite from a long days work. You're simply sitting in bed, covers pulled up around you, thumbing through a magazine.

Your smile is dazzling as you beam at him. Steve can feel his heart stutter before beating faster. He wants you to always look at him like that. Full of love and adoration and joy at being with the person you love.

"Hey! When did you get back?" You ask, starting to pull the covers back. "No, stay warm," Steve walks quickly to your side of the bed. He kisses your forehead, smiles at you, then kisses you on the lips.

You grin up at him, hand running up and down his arm," Hi." Steve cups your cheek with a hand," What are you doing in bed, hm?" "Got cold and tired. Perfect solution, blankets and a nap."

Steve nods a few times before stretching his arms above his head. He doesn't miss your eyes darting to the stretch of stomach that becomes visible as his hem lifts up. "That sounds good." He says, going to the dresser to get out of his cold jeans.

Steve shoves his jeans down, scoffing and rolling his eyes with a smile at the whistle you let out at the sight of his boxer brief clad ass. He quickly puts on his plaid pajama pants you bought (you have a matching pair that he hopes you are currently wearing). It is cold in the house, he realizes as he heads back to the bed. He wonders how much the electric bill will go up if he increases the heat. He hates to think you were sitting cold without him to warm you up.

Steve slides under the blankets. He barely has laid down before you're curling into him. Steve can't help the smile spreading across his face as he lifts his arm and wraps it around you. Your head rests against his chest, one of your hands coming to rest against his stomach under his shirt.

Steve sighs contentedly as he closes his eyes. He can feel the tension in his shoulders start to release as he relaxes into the bed. "I love you," Steve whispers into the stillness. "I love you more," You whisper back. "That's impossible-" "You're impossible!" You poke his side lightly before mumbling," I love you," again.

Steve smiles as he starts to fall asleep. Lying here with you? He wants that peace for the rest of his life. Wants to find a way to carve out his chest and hide you inside it forever. But for now, he'll take this moment with you.

[ahappydnp]

hi! can you explain what was the deal with the last London apartment? I’m still confused, did they show bits of both of them at the time and acted like it was one or did they fully show one and hide the other? also did phannies suspect anything?

they were just generally weird about it from the get go in the very first liveshow in the new place they did that thing where they start awkwardly over explaining a lie (x) and called it a "duplex" that had a lot of rooms except they kept showing more rooms with vastly different flooring and layouts

and yes people started suspecting pretty quickly asdfsggkj especially after they had shown 2 kitchen, 2 living rooms, etc so it was like...very very obvious asfsdfskj

[wyvernity]

sss day my favorite national holiday WOOOOHHHH

bonus

[thiagodasilva]

my god the Pitt finale…an ensemble full of up and coming/lesser known actors getting the material and the space to PERFORM in a story like this is just so fun to watch.

loving every character and performance in this show is just so easy when they do it like that.

[pearl-crystals]

So there is a Siffrin and a Loop. They take a snooze. How they snooze? Like this~ :>

This is a sketch I did after reading a fic by @mintbearjr and its such a nice read. Give it a gander and enjoy this sketch!!!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/57686125

[ariadne-mouse]

In all this C3 discourse about what the main themes are I have seen viewpoints all over the board. I have also noticed some posts/tags/replies are particularly fired up saying that those who disagree with them are ignoring or putting down the perspectives of people of color. I have also watched some of these same users dunk on posts that are written by people of color, some of whom are sharing their family's irl experience under imperialism/colonialism, or why they either don't think that theme fits in C3 in the ways proposed by fandom or that it would have poor implications if it did, or even just saying that it's way more complicated than how the theme is being presented in these arguments - and then lump them into the complaint of "people ignoring perspectives of POC". Like, yes, it is absolutely a fandom issue that perspectives of people of color get ignored, shut down, or undervalued. But these perspectives are not a monolith and to pretend that they are - or that they must clearly be aligned with a specific view - is reductive and presumptuous, and indeed contributes to that very fandom issue. So in the fervor to decry those ignoring perspectives of POC, perhaps pause to consider - regardless of your own identity but especially if you are white - whether you might be doing that yourself in the exact same breath.

[mitochondria-larson]

Shoutout to this sketch I drew of Hakoda teaching tiny Sokka to use the boomerang bc I love it

[mischievousspooks]