#joseph bruce

[midnightcowg1r1]

left to right: violent j [icp], vanilla ice, and shaggy 2 dope [icp]

1998

[arachnopho8itch]

Mental workouts to swell the muscle that is my brain (intracranial pressure) ((ICP)) (((what did Joseph Bruce mean by this?)))

[bumzbumzbumz]

Joseph Sayers by Bruce Weber for Abercrombie & Fitch. A&F Quarterly 2002

[deakyjoe]

Show me a motherfucker with big brown eyes and I’m automatically whipped

[toomanyacorns]

Mechanic Eddie because @pinkrelish and @newcatmeow inspired me

[sci-fi-gifs]

STAR TREK: STRANGE NEW WORLDS 1.08 'The Elysian Kingdom'

[goodluckbabeheffron]

WEBSTER/LIEBGOTT/SPEIRS & sexy boy by air

[pedroam-bang]

The Dark Knight Rises (2012)

[weirdlookindog]

Virginia Leith, Bruce Brighton, and Jason Evers in The Brain That Wouldn't Die (1962)

[sapphyreblayze]

Justice League of America Class of '91 by Kevin Maguire

[frownyalfred]

I know I’ve had some angsty Lazarus Pit hc’s but imagine this: Clark tossing Bruce in one day and Bruce clawing his way out and spitting out all of his old dental implants and screws because the Pit healed everything, even his teeth

[girl-drink-drunk]

[hainethehero]

Steve Rogers headcanon...

I have a headcanon that because of his traumatic (and very overlooked in the mcu) past with his father, Steve is always wary of older men.

He has to keep reminding himself that he's stronger now. That he could handle anything anyone threw his way. But he can't help the flinching and the accelerated heartbeat whenever Bruce or Thor or even Clint get too close to him. Tony intimidates him - not in any kind of egotistical way - no. But he's older, and he wields a special kind of authority that sometimes makes Steve want to curl up in a ball and hide.

He feels awful about judging his friends like that. But he can't help it.

It's why he forges a close friendship with Natasha so quickly. She's safe. He can trust her. And she doesn't remind him of Joseph Rogers, though she can put the fear of God in anyone at any given time.

And Bucky. Bucky is his safe place. Always. Because Bucky always patched him up and cleaned his wounds after Joseph came home drunk and went on a rampage. Bucky always made him feel protected. To have him in the twenty-first century means everything to Steve.

Bonus: Bruce notices and empathizes with him. He shares his own traumatic past with his own father so that Steve won't feel so alone in his fear and grief.

After that, it's a little easier for Steve to be around the men on the team.

[haveyouseenthismovie-poll]

[fennecfiree]

Ehh phone doodle

[bruciemilf]

Watching the last of us currently and I believe the " Grumpy bastard who's slowly been robbed of hope meets snarky kid who's the incarnation of sunshine" trope fits Clark and Kon so well

Jon too! I mean, just this motherfucker

Meeting a kid who's like him? Immune?

"...I knew Lex was crazy but this," he gestures to the whole of Kon, to the everything around him, " This? Is the worst crime he ever did. "

Kon bites both his cheeks, too slim and too pale and too worn out for a fourteen year old. There's pieces of Clark that scar him. His anger, for one. Only thing keeping them warm anymore, " Are you talking about me or you?"

" I'm not you,"

" That's your issue!"

" Claaaaark?"

" Not now Jonny,"

" Yeah Jon, just let him finish yelling at me about how much of a mistake I am!"

" Mistakes are something unintentional, Conner; You? are a bad decision," and he feels guilty as soon as he says it. He hates it; Hates it that he's meaner, sharper. That Kansas boy with sunshine in his hair wouldn't have talked to anyone like that.

But that Kansas boy died when the world did.

" Clark! It's really important!"

Clark bites his tongue. He already yelled at a goddam teenager, he won't yell at the toddler, too. " What -- What, buddy?"

Jon's tiny finger points to a little town, " There's light in there!" Kon doesn't wait for him, and it's not like Clark expected anything different.

They haven't grown closer since Metropolis, since their feet were scraped by walking endlessly, since they've been saving eachother's lives more often than they should've.

Clark sighs as he watches him go, Jon In his arms and a loaded gun over his shoulder, " No, Jonny, don't touch that. It's bad," He says, gently grabbing the kid when that tiny little hand tries to grab the barrel. He knows Jon'll have to use one soon.

Clark just hopes he won't be around to see it.

Let them meet Jason and Bruce when Kon and Jason literally try to maul eachother,

" Kon!" There's a ball of limbs and reds and dark hair tangled together, feral and angry, mangled like two angry snakes clutching at eachother, " is he bit?!"

" I don't care!"

Crack.

Kon isn't immune to broken noses.

The building they're in is big, like everything else in the city, but slightly more titanic, more towering. Darker and brighter all of the same. The echoing of, " Jason," frames that better, traveling through the hardwood floor and walls.

"... Oh, fuck, we're in Gotham. "

" Whats Gotham?"

Jason, who's beside Bruce, now, -- The Bruce Wayne, thought hardly anyone could tell under those bruises and scars and dark smudges dripping down his diamond jawline, -- snarls,

" How the fuck do you not know what Gotham is, dipshit? What, you've been born yesterday?"

Bruce's hands squeeze at his shoulders, slightly rounder and fuller in frame than Kon's. That was expected. Everyone bleeds in the apocalypse, but no one bleeds the same, " Jason. Language."

" Last year, actually,"

"...Holy fuck," Jason gasps when Jon wiggles around, an action Bruce mimicsm, "Holy shit. That's a baby. I haven't seen a baby in years. Bruce, do you,--"

Bruce is already advancing, taking steps, not brave but not cowardly. He hands Kon a handkerchief for his bleeding nose, but there's no breaks in his and Jon's eye contact.

A stare of wonder. Fright, but wonderful. "... Hi, honey. My name is Bruce. What's your name?"

Jon's been hiding his face in Clark's neck until Bruce talked, just as scared of other human beings as Clark was, but shyness dies quickly with him. " Hi! "

" His name's Jon," Clark says, " he'll be six next week." God. He'll be six. He doesn't know. He has to pretend to know or he'll go crazy. Bruce nods. His hand is held out, " May I?"

He asks Jon if he wants to, and of course he says yes. Who doesn't want to be loved at world's funeral? Jon and Bruce cuddle in the middle of nowhere, and they're left to stare.

" Jason, show Kon the bathroom, please. And you're welcome to a shower if you'd like. But no guns," his tone is final, and Clark doesn't mind munch. He doesn't rely on them for survival.

Kon does find it weird, " Where do you keep yours, then?"

"I don't like guns."

"Then how'd you kill sickos till now?"

" We don't kill them."

" Speak for yourself," Jason mutters, pinching Jon's cheek on his way upstairs, " How slow are you, freak?"

" Not slower than you, creep!"

Clark watches. It's nice. To see him be a kid.

He turns to Bruce, unsure, skeptical, all he ever is these days, " You seriously don't kill them? Not any of them?"

" There's enough death around, Mr. Kent. I refuse to contribute. Besides. Aren't we all dead already?" Clark hums. He doesn't know how to answer that. Watching Bruce kiss Jon's cheeks is easier.

It's human.