#it also wasnt bad

[suddenlymicah]

bitches experiencing second hand embarrassment after a single fic in their five hour smut reading session, and theyre NOT EVEN at the sex part of the fic yet

[catmask]

does anyone have like an anti aesthetic. like something you look at and can recognize as a complete fashion/interior design/artistic movement and understand it but it makes you shudder seeing it. i am not talking like “its morally bad” “its poorly structured” like just sheerly devoid of joy for you actually invites a repulse response.

[lotus-pear]

charm stat at debonair ‼️‼️

[reds-skull]

Both me and price looking at that pic of them sleeping: do it for them...

(This was supposed to be like. 2 panels rip)

[lucabyte]

Different standards

[glassgob]

happy fourth

[Image ID: Digital line art illustration of Echo and Tech from Star Wars: The Batch Batch. They are sitting side by side; Echo is in a relaxed position while he casually watches Tech fiddle with his datapad. End ID.]

[astranauticus]

Director of the False Last Act

[kingtheghast]

In anticipation for Hermitcraft s10 I have shrunken docm77 to the size of a single pea

[courfee]

James giving reg a piggy back ride when he gets tired of walking :-(

i am with you, anon.

[tea-cat-arts]

I simply think this fandom doesn't give Wei Wuxian enough credit for the various ways in which he saved Lan Wangji

[lickthehilt]

inspired by @merakiui 's yandere rollo post

[starry-bi-sky]

What would a mother not do for her child What lengths would a mother not go There's a bond that exists between mother and child With no end to how strong it can grow It's a promise for life between mother and child It begins from the moment of birth.

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She is six years old, and standing on the porch at her Auntie Alicia’s cabin. She is six years old, and holding an old rifle in her hands, standing at the railing and pointing the nozzle at a large target a couple feet away. There’s a pair of old ear muffs covering her ears. Behind her is her daddy and her sister, and Auntie Alicia. She can’t see them. 

Danielle Martha Fenton is six years old, and her momma has her arms wrapped warmly around her, keeping the gun steady for her. It’s heavy and the butt digs into her shoulder uncomfortably, and she feels nothing but determined. And nervous. 

Her momma was teaching her and Jazzy how to shoot, and they’re down in Arkansas to visit Auntie Alicia for her second “Divorce-iversary” as Auntie calls it. She keeps a hunting rifle in her gun safe for the rabbits that like to nibble on her garden. She mostly grows rhubarb, which goes untouched. But her carrots and greens and other veggies like to be tempting snacks for the game. 

Regardless, she is six years old and learning how to shoot. Her momma and her daddy (mostly her daddy) have been banned from every shooting range outside of Amity Park in a hundred mile radius. So Auntie is the best place to learn, or so momma says. 

Danny thinks it's just an excuse to see her sister, not that she's complaining. She loves visiting Auntie.  

She’s already seen Jazzy do this, her momma told her before the muffs went on to shoot when ready. No use trying to fire when you’re not; you can’t afford to miss when shooting ghosts. 

Danny breathes out steady, just like momma taught her, and quells her trembling little fingers. She focuses down the barrel, and pulls the trigger. 

Immediately, the recoil throws her off, the side of the gun that her cheek was resting on knocks against her skin, harsh enough to bruise if it weren’t for her momma’s steady hands holding onto her. The bang of the gun startles her more than she thought it would, and her heart leaps up and runs a jackrabbit through her chest. 

The gun is carefully slipped out of her hands, and Danny lets it go easily, her cheek smarting in pain and her eyes wide and following up to momma. Momma turns the safety on, and with a gentle hand, pushes against her chest. Danny takes a few steps back, and slips the ear muffs off her head. 

Mommy is smiling big at her, something that Danny can’t help but replicate on her own face as her heart swells. “Did I get it, momma?” She asks, watching as she passes the gun off to Auntie Alicia, who steps over to take it.

“I’m going to go see, sweetie, but I think you did.” Momma coos, before planting both her hands on the porch railing and, in a single leap, vaults over the side and onto the grass. She’s dressed all comfortable for the summer heat, with her hair all tied back and in shorts and a tank top and nice boots. Danny’s ribs swell hopefully, and she stands on her tiptoes to watch her walk over.

“I’ll be hard-pressed to believe if you didn’t, Martha Mae,” Auntie tells her, grinning like a cat, “that was a damn good shot.” 

‘Martha Mae Knight’ was Danny’s granny’s name. Auntie Alicia calls her that because of her middle name — and because, by her words, she has her momma’s weird-shaped eyebrows and piercing blue eyes. The kind that could scare a hawk into singing like a robin. It was Danny’s favorite nickname ever.

Daddy laughs brightly, the sound painful on her ears but twice as nice, and despite the distance, Momma whirls her head around to shoot Auntie a glare; “Language, Alicia. Not around my girls.” She warns. Her accent always comes through when they’re around Auntie. It’s Danny’s favorite thing to listen to. 

“Do you think so, auntie?” Danny says, bright-eyed and ever-optimistic. Auntie Alicia nods fiercely as Momma finally reaches the target and searches for the bullet hole. Daddy then comes up behind her, still laughing, and claps a hand onto her shoulder so hard that it makes her knees hurt.

“Of course she did!” Dad boasts, as bright as the sun and twice as warm. He shakes Danny affectionately, wobbling her on her feet and pulling her straight into his side. She goes so willingly with a burble of giggles. “She’s got the eyes of a Fenton! And our family are darn good shots.”

Auntie eyes him up and down, her smile immediately fading off into a pressed line. “I’m sure you mean she’s got the eyes of a Knight. You couldn’t hit the broad side of a barn at twenty paces, Jack Fenton.” 

Jazzy holds back giggles from where she’s standing by the door, her ear muffs in hand, and Danny watches her Daddy’s dark eyes immediately narrow. Just like Auntie’s, his smile tapers off into a frown. 

Before he can say anything, there’s a cheer from the yard, and they all turn to Momma clapping her hands in delight. 

Danny immediately pricks her ears up, and would’ve darn near rushed over to the railing if it weren’t for her Daddy’s hand on her shoulder. She yells instead, excitement thrumming like a hummingbird against her ribs, “Did I hit it, momma?!” 

Momma beams at her with all the pride in the world, “You sure did, Danny!” And she turns to press her finger against the target, right on the inside red ring of the battered old bag. “Right here, sweet girl!” 

There are cheers from all around, and Danny’s heart bursts inside her lungs with shiny, sunshine glee. She puffs her chest out big, and smiles so wide it hurts the cheek where the gun smacked her. Her Daddy shakes again, squeezing her tight against his side in a hug that Danny happily reciprocates. 

“What’d I tell you, Martha Mae?” Auntie tells with a big wink and a wide grin, the gun still gripped tight in her hands as Momma makes her way back over. “You got a Knight’s eye.” 

When Momma makes it back over the railing, she hugs Danny tight and praises her shot. Danny looks her in the eyes and chases the feeling, and asks to shoot again.

[brucewaynehater101]

Tim Never Joins the Bats AU (Bad Parents Jack and Janet Drake):

Tim Drake's parents are always "traveling" and "never home." Yet, they always travel to places without cameras or any way to verify this information. They haven't been back to Gotham in years.

They send emails to the company and run things remotely. In fact, despite a temporary decrease in profits four years ago, Drake Industries is excelling. Timothy Drake started interning over the summers when he turned fourteen.

Now, at eighteen, Tim is practically running all in-person demands for the company. He's basically the CEO without the title (not that anyone would tell the Drakes or Board that. Some board members weren't happy with Tim's involvement until a few months ago).

If someone asks, Tim will let a melancholic smile appear on his face as he remarks how he misses his parents. He'll detail the fun adventures they are having, the trips Tim takes to go see them, and how proud they've claimed to be of him. Anyone who bothers to question Tim doesn't doubt that the Drakes are a happy if distant family.

Of course, that's the lie Tim weaves. He wonders, now that he's eighteen, when he can transfer the shares and title of CEO to his name. Should he wait a few more years?

It's exhausting, though, painting the fantasy of doting and slightly neglectful parents. Never has Jack or Janet been described as caring. After all, his last memories of them include the smells of rot and metal.

His decision was hasty, but somehow, in the same city of the "World's Greatest Detective," Tim's fabricated story has stood trial. The disappearance and murders of Jack and Janet Drake were never discovered.

[mistykaru]

inner thoughts :>

[weirdw00d]

❗📰WANTED📰❗

A criminal by the name of Slim Woody has been breaking and entering homes to raid the fridges of unsuspecting home owners! Formerly so skinny that they escaped their jail cell by squeezing through the bars, they've since packed on hundreds of pounds of weight in attempt to evade the law by becoming unrecognizable. They've even resorted to eating butter to maximize their gains! This footage was obtained by one of their victims and has been released to the general public to help law enforcement find them. They are WANTED dead or alive stuffed or empty!

(New silly roleplay clip live everywhere, check my pinned to find it!)