#its the morphine

[gaywineauntsstuff]

I love the idea of Dick being all the Batkid's favourite sibling but in violently different fonts.

Jason: Dick and Jay canonically have a pretty solid relationship but i'm partial to the Jason was around for Dick's rebellion stage and so Dick doesn't think he has to worry about the pedestal thing bc Jason has absolutely seen him violently hungover before he was legally allowed to drink font of this

So by the time Jason comes back and is no longer trying to murder Tim (except psychologically) Dick decides... Well he's evil sometimes but also I can finally tell someone all the Titans drama. So him and Jason meet up like once month if they're in the same city and get progressively drunker while shit talking their teams and Bruce.

Also I hate the Dick and Robin!Jason didn't get along. They absolutely did, Dick was like 0.5 seconds away from taking Jason to live with the titans permanently.

Tim: 'Oh Jason is Tims Robin, Oh Dick betrayed Tims trust.' in the name of the orange dude y'all elected twice W R O N G. Tim Drake used to watch VHS tapes of the flying Graysons routine. He wasn't even a batman Stan first. That came after he saw Robin do a quadruple summersault. Tim is a Dick Grayson fanboy first Person second. Like Tim canonically saw Jason die and went lmao skill issue, imagine not being like Dick Grayson i'm better. When Dick first started training him, he'd consistently excuse himself go to the other room, hyperventilate over Dick Grayson teaching him how to train surf. Dick is not just his idol he's also a pretty substantial part of Tim's support system. He calls Dick when he's going through something or is stuck on a case. And he knows that Dick will always have his back. They have like the unrealistic adorable sibling relationships from Tv that don't exist irl. Tim also does that awkward shuffle thing after fights bc they're still siblings and Dick just pretends the fight didn't happen until Tims calm again

Damian: You have to understand Damian thought he'd have to basically do the league all over again. He lands with Bruce and those ideas are soundly rejected and he now has no trust or respect and he has to adjust. And Bruce is doing his holier than thou, you should know better 10yro who literally was brainwashed as a child act, like Tim didn't have to pull him away from straight up becoming a villain and Dick didn't have to put him in his place with his fists a couple times a year (we love Bruce really). Then Bruce gets Time-streamed, Tim runs away and now the circus freak is BATMAN. Except the circus freak is also a sadistic bastard to criminals, despite being made out of marshmallows to you. Dick hangs people upside down off high buildings for information and cackles as Nightwing. He also listens to Damians worries and helps him deconstruct his bias view of the world. Dick canonically set the standard for child heroes and is among one of the most beloved and trusted heroes despite being marshmallowy and refusing to murder people. Dick is kinda like Damians stand in non pretentious moral compass until he learns his own one later on. Hence why Damian adores Dick Grayson more than anyone really.

in summary support my agenda that Dick and Jason are gossipy drinking buddies, Tim absolutely had a Dick Grayson Shrine as a child and Damian calls Dick to double check that he still cannot kill Timothy (its now entirely a joke.... mostly)

[turrondeluxe]

IDW MIGHTY MORPHIN POWER RANGERS/ TEENAGE MUTANT NINJA TURTLES: HUMAN DESIGNS OF THE BROTHERS

[callistodabear]

Morpherine Week - Day 8 // Free Day

Morpherine week was probably the most fun thing I've ever done on the internet. Can't wait for next year!

[neonleon69]

WE GOT OFFICIAL HUMAN TMNT DESIGNS

[mappingthesky]

just talk (and i’ll stare at your mouth)

super fluffy mini blurb inspired by that dragcon moment

It shouldn’t be as endearing as it is.

Jane is several minutes too deep into defending herself and has the whole room in uproar. She’s sitting up straight with one long leg crossed over the other, relatively composed except for the bobbing of her head as she speaks and the mindless point of her finger as she directs her words around the room. Her hair is dark and tied up into one of those messy buns that Nymphia loves so much on her, long tendrils framing her face as she delivers another verbal lashing. Nymphia can’t look away from her, but, then again, no one can. Their friends are hanging on to her each and every word; their laughter echoes around the room, amplified with every add-on. Jane rolls her eyes, and Q is actually red in the face, and Morphine is about to fall out of her fucking chair, and Nymphia is stupidly, deliriously happy.

There was a time when this wasn’t so easy. When Nymphia would watch Jane rile up a room, watch her jaw clench and her temple pulse, and think that she needed to do something about it. A time when she was ready to throw herself between Jane and whatever unfortunate soul had found themselves so thoroughly embroiled in a feud with her, ready to jump to Jane’s defense no matter how undeserving. A time when Nymphia thought Jane needed saving. A time when Nymphia thought she had to prove it - that she’s on Jane’s side, wholly and completely, no matter how wrong she is.

Now, Nymphia watches from where she’s curled up against the armrest of the couch, Jane’s profile silhouetted against the soft glow of the living room light, and can’t help but beam, because loving Jane is so easy. With every stupid word that flies unfiltered from Jane’s lips, Nymphia laughs this hopelessly enamored, completely contented laugh - a hum against the roof of her mouth, high and happy. She looks over at Jane, her face actually hurting from smiling so big, and thinks I could do this forever, just sit and listen to you talk, no matter what you’re saying.

At some point mid-ramble Jane looks over for support, her hand absent-mindedly flying to squeeze Nymphia’s knee. It’s a reminder - for herself, or maybe for Nymphia, or maybe for the both of them - that they’re still in this together, and when her gaze lands on Nymphia, when she catches a glimpse of her looking back with this pure and unbridled adoration, Jane’s head darts back in a double take. All at once, her face splits into this glorious smile.

“What?” Jane questions with a playful tilt to her head, and her voice is softer, gentler somehow, so immediately removed from the rest of the world. Her eyes are widened and interested and still impossibly soft, because it’s Nymphia she’s looking at, and all at once they’re in their own private universe.

“Nothing,” Nymphia smiles, shakes her head, because she doesn’t want to interrupt this - Jane being Jane. “Go on.”

“No, what were you gonna say?” Jane says with a nod, makes space for Nymphia to speak into, even if it's just for her to hear. Her grin is stupid and boxy and Nymphia’s absolute favorite - Jane’s mouth held slightly open, tongue just behind her teeth, like she’s going to eat whatever Nymphia says next.

“You’re insane,” Nymphia says through giggles, because it’s all so unexpectedly sweet, and all her adoration bubbles up and out of her in beautiful, twinkling, head-tilted-back laughter, and Jane is completely entranced by all of it.

“Are you just now realizing this?” Jane says and flashes that smile, that completely fucked up smile where her canines glitter at the corner of her mouth, that shit-eating grin that Nymphia can’t get enough of. “Aw, babe.”

“You’re completely crazy,” Nymphia beams, smitten and sunshiney. “There’s no hope for you.”

“You love it,” Jane’s eyes flare and her grin widens somehow, and Nymphia can hardly stand to look at her when she’s staring back at her with this sort of intensity, when her eyes are lingering on Nymphia’s mouth and she just knows she’s thinking about kissing her.

“I love it,” Nymphia says with a bit of snarl, too excited about Jane to be anything resembling sane or subtle. “I love you.”

Jane’s eyes gleam with an obsessive sort of disbelief, one incisor sunk hungrily in her bottom lip. “You’re perfect,” she says. “I fucking love you. Come here.”

Nymphia is laughing, and Jane’s leaning in to positively devour her whole, and then, from somewhere behind them: “Get a fucking room!”

Jane draws back just enough to call over her shoulder, “See, Q, this is why no one likes you!” and elicits immediate uproar. The whole room dissolves into hollers and laughs and sputtering comebacks, and it’s the perfect distraction, giving them just a few more seconds to themselves.

“God, she’s so fucking annoying,” Jane rolls her eyes as she gravitates back to Nymphia, but her annoyance doesn’t reach her lips. She’s still smiling, still basking in their bubble, looking down at Nymphia as she dissolves into giggles once again and looks so enamored, so proud, because this is what she does it for - not to start fights, not to make a statement, but to keep Nymphia laughing at her.

“You’re so right,” Nymphia looks up at Jane, eyes fluttering. “Should we kill her?”

“Yes. You’re so hot when you’re murderous. Kiss me.”

And then Jane’s there, cupping Nymphia’s face with both hands, pressing her lips to hers in this head-spinning, all-consuming sort of kiss, does it again and again until they’re breathless and well-reminded that none of this matters - not the banter, not who started the fight or who is going to finish it, not Q’s voice already rising in the background, calling Jane’s name over and over again. All that matters is this - Jane drawing back from the kiss, eyes sparkling with deviousness and devotion, looking into Nymphia and saying so freely:

“Love you.”

“Love you too,” Nymphia smiles, tilting her head towards their company. “Go!”

“So,” Jane starts up again, leans in to kiss Nymphia one last time, pulls back to address the room with an undeterrable smile on her face. “No, yeah, as I was saying…”

Nymphia falls back against the arm of the couch, her cheeks flushed and her heart full. As she watches Jane now, Nymphia knows better. She knows that Jane doesn’t need saving, that neither of them do, because they’ve already been saved. They’ve already found each other. And when all of this is over, when they send their friends home and lock the door behind them, they'll give in to the sort of softness that only they know. That Jane will wrap herself around Nymphia, nuzzle into her chest and mumble some version of was that too much? And Nymphia will reassure her, even though she doesn’t have to, because she knows she’s already proven it - that she’s on Jane’s side when she’s right, but especially when she’s wrong. That Jane can stand her own, but she’ll never be standing alone. That they have each other, heart and soul, and that means it's all going to end up alright.

[icarusredwings]

I need the council's opinion

So in my fic everyone has someone except for Kurt and Moprh.

Should I just shove them together, or should I give kurt his wife (Amanda Sefton, Daytripper) back and hand Morph over to a milfy school nurse OC?

This is Ciara Garcia. She has Waardenburg syndrome, which causes deafness, loss of pigmentation in hair skin and eyes, and arm growth adnormalities (she has pretty large hands, better to hold them with)

She's a divorced single mom and mostly is in the lab with Hank since she does infact have a degree. Not in science, though seeing as she originally came for the literature teacher, but they were in dire need of a nurse, so they took one look at her power and begged her to do that instead.

Her hero name is Fawn and obviously as the nurse, she can take her own energy and stored fat in order to heal others. Yes she has a tail. Yes she's fed up with wade always coming in her office just to annoy her. Her daughter is a jack rabbit and her ex husband wants nothing to do with Cherri Harper (her daughter). So I guess my question is- Would Morph be a good choice for her?

Not that it matters, but I can see a cute scene of Kev confessing and her turning around like "Oh hi, Kev. Sorry, sugah, I didn't have'm turned up. What was that?" And then morph getting embaressed and running away. I can see her coming to their shows too (they're the drama director and often does plays with the kids) she would bring roses for them too to throw at them. She definitely isnt one to hide whats hers.

She's about, 5'8 but her antlers make her look 6'0. And morphs around 5'9 in x men 97.

Her weight fluxates on the daily due to her powers. She's insecure about her spots, antlers, and ears and has already slapped Wade for touching her tail. She is good friends with Storm, Hank, and is the "distant cousin" of storms husband Forge. (At least that's what he claims, seeing as she's native american, Cherokee, and Cheyenne.)

You can see more here:

ASK WHAT EVER YOU WANT!! Let me yap with you PLEASE

[quiptart]

So Uhhhh ... Donnie

im so normal (says it repeatably)

[predoom]

pete and ryan in morphine generation, 2006-07

pete and ryan in marni, 2024

[disruptxrr]

i feel like boy harsher is extremely underrated and i really really fucking love their music so if you are reading this you need to go listen to them

[chillvibesandgoodenergy]

Mighty morphin power rangers

[pepperangers]

au where levi weston and kira ford collab on a song but they have to hide their ranger identities from eachother throughout the whole thing because they both believe the other to be a Normal Civilian With No Powers so they just come up with increasingly elaborate excuses for why they need to leave all the time

[iowafashionweekbegins]

the way people talk about alzheimers and dementia on here as if it's some magical angsty whump trope is disgusting. unless you have watched it murder some of your closest loved ones and ravage your entire family then you have no right to be romanticizing it like that. you all make me SICK. I HATE YOU! I HATE ALZHEIMERS! IT IS TAKING MY GREAT AUNT JAN AWAY FROM ME, IT IS MURDERING HER, AND I JUST HAVE TO SIT BACK AND WATCH FANDOM BLOGGERS POST ABOUT HOW IT'S SO ANGSTY FOR THEIR STUPID SHIP TROPES. KEEP YOUR FILTH OUT OF THE TAGS THAT ARE SUPPOSED TO BE FOR AWARENESS. i pray you never have to suffer through the slow death of your family and friends. you are lucky to have the privilege to be talking about it like it's just a plot device. i wish i could be as naive as you are. i wish my family was still whole. i wish i could have aunt jan back. i wish i could take her place. it's just not fair. it has never, ever, EVER been fair.

[majachee]

STILL WORKING ON REQUESTS but also now I wanna redesign my noah redesign 😈😈😈

[higgs-the-god]

wanted to do the hev suits like this started out to be but! well! gordo lineup

[billycorn]

Petition to make Oran berries in fics/comics less effective. Allow your OCs to go loopy on Pokemon morphine and enjoy the ensuing chaos.

[levinbolts]

local gay broods over his high school sweetheart (he's the one that broke it off)