#kicks walls

[from-the-stars]

i want the peppino plush so bad like please let me have him

[phantomrose96]

“The story tells you what happens” acceptable, expected, standard fare.

“They story never tells you what happens but the implications are there” losing my mind, chewing the drywall, punching patrons on the bus, throwing myself in the river

[hamable]

Love the Bad Kids immediately shutting down Porter’s attempt to proselytize; like absolutely not, you can’t defend this. You’re a bad teacher. Yeah, we spent the summer hunting the Night Yorb on behalf of the school, because the Night Yorb was our fucking fault in the first place. Elmville didn’t refuse to sign Gorgug’s MCAT, you did, Porter. You’re a freak. You’re 45 and you’re juicing and the teenage archdevil who clocked your bad vibes freshman year day one already swooped the godly domain you’re vying for out from under you and put it on standby like last week. Get fucked old man.

[clouvu]

Cooking up an older Clervie outfit design so I don't have to keep drawing her looking like her child self but Long

[beebfreeb]

If I saw a nutcracker nobody could stop me

[wolvesandshine]

I know everyone portrays Regulus as the one with exquisite and expensive taste but listen James was the only child of one of Englands richest and oldest wizarding family. He casually wears a rolex watch without thinking twice and is the type to drop hundreds of dollars on a gift. And the thing he goes about it completely unaware of how absurdly expensive all his things are

[dcxdpdabbles]

Clark: So um....what's new with you?

Kon: Nothing.

Clark: Nothing at all?

Kon: Well, on Monday, I kissed Tim. That was cool.

Clark, sitting up: You're dating now? That's amazing!

Kon: I said kissed.

Clark: Oh

Kon: But you are right, he's my boyfriend.

Clark: Oh :D

Kon: Yeah, it was really lovely, but then his older brother showed up and threatened me, which was totally unfair.

Clark: Which brother?

Kon: Danny

Clark: Bruce got another one?

Kon shaking his hand in a so-and-so way: He was Tim's brother before the whole Bat thing but he lives with them now.

Clark: The Drakes had more then one child?

Kon: Yeah they gave him up for adoption. Apparently Danny called the dead to him??? I think his whole Phantom life was like fated at birth

Clark: Phantom? The ghost anti-hero?

Kon: Yeah you know him?

Clark: He kicked though a wall!

Kon:....was it a soft wall?

Clark: Surprisingly no, it wasn't!

[queerdraws]

projecting on luffy again. get bited.

[liesmultixxx]

“Why did you leave me?”

can you hear me crying?

the way annabeth thought percy had abandoned her like everyone else

… girl he fell into tartarus for you, he would never leave you

NEVER

rick was evil for that

[archiepelago]

alternate surface au inspired by a few ive seen around on tumblr :3

[jangmi-latte]

BANGS HEAD ON WALL

making out with malleus or just being so affectionate with the fae on that damn tower when malleus KNOWS that rollo's just behind that glass window. watching and scowling as your lips pressed against the fae's jaw with your cheeks burning and eyes half-lidded. how rollo thought you were once pure and innocent from these vile creatures yet here you are completely drunk by mere words and touches alone.

malleus glancing over his shoulder as he caresses your waist and that ghost of a smirk stretching on his lips as he could practically sense the anger from the person behind the glass pane. the handkerchief crumping under rollo's grip, trying to stop himself from punching and breaking the glass. he doesn't know if he's angry at you or malleus. he's not going to lose his only.... well

we can find another way to word his sweet maria.

[rad-roche]

my favourite recurring bit in the series is when characters try to do that thing where they punch or knock out the snooping detective but get so mad that they forget nick is mostly metal and they're doing the equivalent of punching rebar. like when allen lee tries to punch him out because he's an ass and breaks his fingers so badly that they never heal right. i think it happens to nick so often that he doesn't even really get into fights, partly because he tries to avoid violence when he can but also because he knows if he stands there and looks smug enough the problem will very rapidly solve itself

this specific look has broken at least fourteen fingers

[p1nkshield]

Saw a post about the juxtaposition between “disaster boy™️” Richard Grayson and “just a little guy™️” Jason Todd while in “I’m a new mom and I don’t know what I’m doing™️” Brucie’s care and had to add to the conversation

The Richard parenting experience

Bruce: What a nice quiet evening.

Somewhere in the manor: *boom* *crash* *the distinct sound of something very expensive breaking*

Bruce, running full tilt to the source of the noise thinking the manner has been compromised: Is everything okay?!? What’s going-

Robin!Dick, on the floor next to a broken chandelier, a smashed heirloom and a shattered wardrobe: uhhh…Oops?

The Jason parenting experience

Bruce: what a nice quiet evening… too quiet.

Bruce sprints to where his son was last: Jason?

Robin!jason: yes?

Bruce: *oh he’s still there!* what are you doing?

Robin!jason: …reading

Bruce: …oh

Robin!jason: that’s allowed right?

Bruce: yes that’s fine.

[s0fter-sin]

the 141 recovering brainwashed!soap but he’s just a shell of his former self; never speaking, never moving without orders. he never even blinks; just stares straight ahead with his unnatural green eyes.

empty.

but ghost can't accept that.

price and gaz can't stand watching ghost torture himself day after day; visiting soap in his cell for hours at a time, trying anything he can think of to bring back his sergeant.

he shows him pictures of the 141 but soap thinks he's being given targets and moves to eliminate them before ghost stops him. he brings him his journal, tries to trigger his innermost thoughts and feelings he never shared with any of them, but after he reads it, soap summarises it like he's giving a mission briefing. impersonal.

cold.

it's late when ghost finally calls it; low and defeated after another long day of being stared at with eyes that don't see him. he isn't thinking when he pulls his mask off and harshly scrubs over his face, grinding his palm into his eye.

"don't worry, johnny; we're still fixin' each other's problems," he promises, little more than a whisper as he tries to summon the energy to leave johnny behind. again.

he pushes himself to his feet, his hand on the door handle when-

"what's my problem?"

ghost freezes, something like grief - something achingly closer to hope - chilling him. he slowly turns and though soap is still starring ahead, there's a faint light in his altered green eyes.

"the mask," he forces out. "take it off."

he knows there's no way to remove the mask - the muzzle - from his sergeant's face. it's too high-tech, even for them; the biometric scanner too advanced for any bypass they know of.

it's just another way he's failed him; bringing him home still bound in their enemy's chains.

soap- jolts; a sharp, almost painful looking flinch jerking his body.

"show my face?" and his voice has changed; no longer the monotone delivery that's haunted ghost's every waking moment.

it's smaller. uncertain. recollection of a memory half-destroyed.

"yes, johnny," he breathes.

soap moves unprompted for the first time since they found him; running his finger along the edge of the muzzle where his skin bulges from the pressure, half-visible scars hidden beneath the harsh metal.

"ugly," he murmurs.

ghost immediately shakes his head, almost stumbling back to the table; haphazardly throwing his mask on it. "quite the opposite," he insists.

it doesn't matter if he has no lower jaw left at all; johnny could never be ugly in his eyes.

agonisingly slowly, soap's eyes shift to the mask. he takes in the balaclava and hard shell skull like for all the times he's looked at it since his rescue, he never truly saw it. his lids fall in less of a blink and more stage curtains closing; slow, heavy, requiring effort and no small amount of strength to open once more

"good... to see you again..." he trails off, his hand shifting up to the top of his shaved head; nails digging unforgivingly into his scalp

"simon," ghost finishes for him; that horrid grieving hope tearing at his heart

soap's fingers flex and a drop of blood trails down his forehead, over the ridge of his nose to catch on the muzzle. "s-simon..."

his nails dig deeper, the drop falling to the table just to be followed by more and ghost aches to stop him but he's terrified to interrupt him. terrified to lose him now when he's so close to something.

soap's bloodied nails scratch down the crown of his head, following the line of his stolen mohawk until they come to rest on the back of the muzzle and ghost's heart drops.

they can’t get it off.

they can't get it off and he doesn't know how to explain that to soap; doesn't know if he can stomach watching soap pull at the monstrosity holding him captive, the inevitable bloodbath as the edges cut into his skin.

"show my face," soap repeats.

"johnny..." ghost begins weakly, reaching out to him but he doesn't know how, doesn't know if he even should-

the muzzle clatters onto the table.

the biometrics they couldn't bypass, the fingerprint they needed that they were so sure belonged to makarov.

it belonged to soap.

how cruel to torture him with freedom he didn't understand he could take; didn't even understand he could want.

just the kind of sick game makarov loves.

ghost doesn't know what's louder; his heart pounding in his ears or the long, uninhibited breath soap takes.

his eyes fall shut as he leans his head back with it, the blood still dripping down his face as he straightens through his exhale. his lower jaw is a mess of scars where he fought against the previous iterations of the muzzle, the corners of his lips cut through and cracked.

but the green in his eyes is duller; that light sparking brighter as blue struggles to break through the glow.

ghost's never seen anything so beautiful.

"good to see you again, johnny."

[unknownbard]

Honestly, Supercorp not happening annoys me a tiny bit less than Agent Reign (Alex x Sam) never being a thing. At least, Alex was established as someone who dated women in canon, yeah?

The writers really went all in, having Alex go through a heart-wrenching breakup because Maggie didn’t want kids. Then, during that time, they introduced a SINGLE MOTHER AND HER CHILD!!!!!

Alex and Sam, and by prox the actresses, have immediate chemistry.

Aaaaaaand it never happens.

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

There is a platonic explanation for all this. Right?

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