#like where tf is it?!

[sabspoetic]

Excuse me?! WHERE TF IS HER HAND?!

[thebrainrotsreal]

Drew this real quick because I fucking love these two so much ???? Especially Bee. I wish they interacted more so badly. PLEASE.

Also learning how to draw these guys.. slowly.

[spaceybot]

Found an angry blink-and-you-miss-it Prowl in TF One

[the-last-butter]

In my head they're accidental coworkers who bet on peculiar things

[a-scary-lack-of-common-sense]

Eldritch/not-entirely-human Grunkle Stan stories have been eating away at my brain, so I have a silly little concept of Mimic!Stan.

He and his Mystery Shack are both mimics that lure tourists in as a literal "tourist trap" to gather and devour them! Since the house is alive, it raises a few (read: several) child safety concerns that lead to a LOT of rules to be created for Dipper and Mabel to follow when they eventually arrive, such as:

Be careful not to get lost in the winding hallways! The Mystery Shack is bigger on the inside, and you don't want to end up in the wrong areas.

Don't go through randomly appearing doors, they may eat you.

If you think you feel the walls around you breathing and the floor beneath you shifting, no, you don't.

If you think the walls feel a bit damp, you're imagining it.

Watch your fingers around windowsills! You wouldn't want to lose any of them.

Don't linger too long under the doorframes; it may start feeling like they are slowly constricting around you.

[ukiyoebirds]

Imagine, if you will, an alternate universe where Optimus Prime’s alt mode is a VW Beetle BUT he still has the semi truck smokestacks!

(Inspired by true events).

[finding-you-in-any-world]

“who would win a hot dog eating contest?”

“is that an innuendo”

“yeah”

“me”

“yeah dan”

was actually entirely too much information, i would watch 100 different cuts of the no but seriously imagine it before before i listened to that again…

[prttart]

thicker than a bowl of oatmeal 🥵

[ljbrary]

no way i just saw someone say that israeli jews “stole” hebrew from yiddish. bestie, im gonna hold your hand when i say this-

[kettlefire]

As Good as Good Gets (DP X DC Snippet)

Richard "Dick" Grayson is the golden child. In the eyes of the public, and in the eyes of the league. Dick is a sweet, caring son, a man who went from being a sidekick to being a hero. The pipeline from Robin to Nightwing had many people applauding his dedication to keeping Gotham safe.

No one knew the full story, not truly. No one but Bruce Wayne himself. And maybe a certain butler. Many don't know that Dick only became Robin to stop him from hunting down and killing the man who killed his parents.

No one really knows about the harsh fights and arguments he has had with Bruce. The times when Dick would find himself cut off from the Wayne name for a week or so. No one knows that the first person Dick warmed up to was Alfred. Having been bribed with cookies.

Things weren't always this good, trusting, happy relationship between Bruce and Dick. It had been a rough ride, a complicated one. But that was okay, because it got better.

Dick stopped being so moody and angsty. He grew up, he learned, and he changed. He became an older brother, found people that needed him. Needed him in a way that the citizens of Gotham didn't need him.

His brothers like to call him annoying. A goody two shoes who Bruce trusted more than everyone else. They couldn't fathom how someone like Dick could be so stupid and bubbly at all times.

All times, except when shit hits the fans. Despite the name calling, despite coining Dick as the stupid Wayne. They all knew better. They knew that when it mattered, Dick Grayson always pulled through. He was a force to be reckoned with when needed.

The whole Wayne family was a force to be reckoned with when called for. It didn't have to be under the guise of costumes and vigilante acts. Whether he was Officer Grayson or Nightwing, Dick was a man with his morals and values.

One night on patrol as Officer Grayson, Dick found someone who needed that force. A force willing to protect and care for the innocent. The hurt. The damaged, yet still good.

It started like any other night. A call of shots fired by an empty warehouse. There was no sighting or knowledge of any rouges being there, so Dick took the call. Told the team he'll contact them if it seems more than just a civilian incident.

The warehouse was dark, reeked of copper and oil. It didn't take long for Dick to find the trail. The liquid he found looked like the person had been dragged before walking. There was a clear struggle, even with the mess and emptiness that was the warehouse.

That wasn't Dick's biggest concern. The concern lay in just how much blood there was. Too much for any normal person to lose and still manage to stumble through the warehouse.

It wasn't just blood. It wasn't that much, but Dick could spot the strangeness in the liquid. The mixed in green that had an eerily similar color and glow as a certain pit.

Without thinking, Dick followed the trail. Barely remembering to make contact with his family. Give them an update on what he found. Words telling him to stay put for backup went in one ear and out the other.

Something in Dick's gut was telling him he couldn't wait. He needed to find the source. Whoever was currently bleeding out in this warehouse. He silenced the comm, moving further through the dimly lit building.

Then Dick found it. Or more so, he found him. It was just a boy. A boy that reminded Dick too much of the youngest Wayne. A boy sat against a wall, looking pale and weak.

Red and green coated the front of the boy's shirt, arms wrapped tightly around his middle. An attempt to stem the bleeding. A puddle had already started to form beneath the boy, and Dick moved without thinking once again.

He quickly found himself kneeling beside the boy, hands carefully reaching out. Before Dick even touched him, the boy flinched. Eyelids suddenly opened, wide and terrified blue eyes landed on Dick's.

In just that one look, Dick knew what he had to do. The haunting, terrified, and pained look in the boy's eyes told Dick everything he needed to know. The boy was in danger. Someone had hurt this kid, and it was clear it wasn't the first time.

The boy struggled weakly against Dick's touch, terrified whimpers, and barely coherent pleas spilled from the kid's lips. It had Dick's heart aching, clear as day the poor kid has been through hell and back.

It took a lot of reassurance, gentle touches, and promises of help before the kid let Dick take a look at the bleeding wound. A promise on Dick's soul had been the final thing that earned him any semblance of trust. A strange promise, but Dick was willing to make it.

That concern turned to pure anger the moment Dick managed to pull the sticky shirt away from the wound. The sight of a Y-incision cut perfectly into the skin, stitches tight on the skin, but blood still leaking heavily from the wound.

It didn't take long for Dick to realize why. Despite the perfect surgical care of the wound, a good couple of stitches had broken. Leaving gaping spots for that red and green liquid to pour out of.

The boy was deathly silent, tears streaking down his cheek as wide blue eyes stayed trained on Dick. In that moment, Dick knew he had to help. Had to get the kid to safety, patch him up, and find out what kind of monster would do this.

It didn't matter if the kid was human or not. It didn't matter if the kid had special abilities or not. No one, absolutely no one, deserved to be vivisected.

The kid was shrouded in mystery, but that mystery only seemed to grow and become clearer when Bruce had entered the scene. The boy had tensed, eyes flashing a bright glowing green.

Lazarus pit green.

It set a pit of dread in Dick's gut. His mind brings forward memories of Jason. Jason, after his revival, after his dip in that cursed pit. The same flash that his brother would get if he got too angry. Too emotional.

As much as Dick wanted to focus on finding who did this, if it had any connection to Ra's al Ghul. He couldn't. Not when the kid tried to get up, to pull away as Bruce and the others made their way closer.

Right now, Dick only cared about making sure the boy was okay. Fixing those stitches, getting him a meal, and a warm bed.

He needed to get this kid someplace where he felt safe and secure. Comfortable and protected. Dick wasn't sure why. Maybe it was the promise he had made, but he wasn't letting anyone get to the kid.

That included his family. As strange as it seemed, Dick put himself between the others and the kid. Shooting them all a glare that they had only ever seen a handful of times.

Dick lifted the poor boy up in his arms, cradling the crying child close as he led the way out of the warehouse. Ignoring the questions or confusion coming from Bruce and the others. As Dick walked, feeling the trembling boy clinging to him, he made a rather obvious realization.

Maybe the eldest son really was more like Bruce than he expected. Just a few short moments the the boy, a boy that Dick didn't know his name, and he was ready to pull out adoption papers. To give the boy a safety he so desperately needs.

Give him the chance that Bruce had given him all those years ago.

[lotus-pear]

so there's this 5'3 mafia executive..........

[royaltea000]

I love Bai Long Ma he truly don’t gaf

[mintypsii]

i love how the girls take one good look at sanji's face smushed into the ground and go "i bet you wanna top zoro" ???????? UNPROMPTED???????? WITHOUT EVER SEEING THEM TOGETHER?????????

anyways they missed each other no i am not taking these screenshots out of context you can LEAVE

[nonranghaes]

your bedroom door creaks open just after midnight, and the weight of donghyuck crashing onto the bed next to you a few minutes later startles you awake. you stare at him in the low light, not fully-aware of what's going on. but he's just looking at you, patiently waiting.

"well?"

you blink. "... hi?" you stifle a yawn as you sit up, turning on your lamp. the red numbers read out that it's literally two--now three--minutes after midnight. you just turn back to your boyfriend. "is something wrong?" you rub at your eyes. donghyuck doesn't just come over without warning.

he pouts at you. "really?" he reaches over, pinching your side a little--just to get you to jolt. "you're so mean. i came here so you'd be the first one, and you don't even remember."

remember...? you just sit there, brain still chugging along until it all finally clicks. "oh!" it earns a eye roll from donghyuck, but you ignore that as you lean in to kiss him. "happy birthday, my sunshine--"

"you'll have to make it up to me," he says. he's grinning, though, as he wraps his arms around you. "or i'm gonna tell everyone that you forgot."

you just roll your eyes, pulling him closer to you as you snuggle in. "mmhm. whatever you want later," you paw through the air before finding your lamp again, clicking it back off. "or your friends are gonna come beat me up."

"right." he grins as he buries his face into your neck, pressing a tiny kiss there before he shifts into a comfortable position. "whatever i want. no matter how expensive."

he's teasing you again, but you just let out a blissful sigh. "goodnight, my beautiful sunshine."

he just wraps his arms around you a little tighter, snuggling in to spend the beginning of his birthday with you. exactly the way he wanted to.

[spellboundcities]

Sorry for the quiet I've been uh. I've. I've been going through a little something

(mirage icon inspired by @/lupinsuniverse's design for a fanfic by @/altraviolet!)

[luxuki-1]

Ok I need you guys to just appreciate Starscream and Megatron's voices in the French Dub- like they're so good!!!!