#lmao smh

[l8tof1]

“tomorrow i’m gonna send it into turn 1 again and see how it goes”

[n3rdb0x]

(( my sinday contribution is that gohan coulda dodged this attack at any fuckin time and decided not to

[doctorsiren]

More on that AU where Ford takes Stanley with him to Gravity Falls…I realized they’re kind of like the Winchesters if one of the Winchesters was autistic about cryptids

[eraseur-a]

man but the generational trauma though... like in the epigenetic way. cute to have our heroes have kids but those poor kids... SKDJFS

[feddy-34]

inspired by a metal gear solid post i can no longer find :(

[arcanegifs]

ARCANE LEAGUE OF LEGENDS: 1x02 - "Some Mysteries Are Better Left Unsolved" ↳ "All I see is a boy meddling with things he doesn't understand."

[blaithnne]

Live Mel reaction

[dookiespooky]

More drifting dreams silly stuff (tumblr killed quality pls click images)

Dreamcaptor ford and bill belong to @neonross

[ikkosu]

Omg are you into sentinel x reader? I've been imagining a scenario where reader is one of the cogless bot he decided to kept as a 'trophy wife' (but more like a pet) to boost up public opinion

spoilers!!! (Not direct spoilers, but just tread safely in case.)

Pookie I am into anything involving sentinel, (my favorite being sentinel x my fist and back shots) ANYWAYS THAT IS SUCH A GOOD IDEA have you seen the size difference between normal bots and the miners?????? Its so delicious. Jazz was half of orion's size and he's so small djddjdjjedkekejf can imagine miner reader on sentinel's lap herhgehehehheheh and he's holding their dainty waist.

He definitely doesn't see them as an equal but I think he does kind of see them a little bit higher on the list since theyre his pet, of course. Sentinel would be astounded at how they polish their plating, being ignorant and all.

"You don't wax?"

"No."

"Right, so not even a little?"

".... No?"

"Unbelievable."

Yeah, he's um a little out of touch. So, he takes it upon himself to 'take care of them' and 'fix them' in other words, haha lol I control what you do so it's best you shut up or I'll send you back to the mines. Or, possibly killed becuase have you seen the size of this guy????

He could just grab you by the neck and boom, broken like a twig.

He's enamored by the idea that he's good husband material and would flaunt you at interviews with ridiculous, made up stories about the two of you. About how he loves coming home and seeing his conjux, 'crying' about not seeing them often because he's got 'prime duties' as he puts it. Airachnid palys as his witness by staring off into space becuase it's all bullshit.

I would imagine he'd still allow them to work so that the miners get the idea that even the Prime's conjux is working at the mines!!! So why shouldn't they?

But the moment you come back he's snatching you up and throwing you into that bathtub like Pokemon go.

You're not an idiot. You know what he's doing and playing along is better than rotting in the mines. And, besides you always knew there was something off with the prime. Cue, reader having mini subplot of unfolding his intentions!!!

This kind of scenario goes two ways, it's either sentinel picked up miner reader and put on his facade for as long as possible, being too nice but also passive aggressive and showing his streaks of aggression and ego, or he could just pick them up, already showing his true self, although I would imagine he wouldn't really yk show show his true entire intentions

Itd be funny if he fell, heads over heels first. Not because he likes you or anything, but becuase he's lonely? I mean being a prime is a lonely job and eventually he believes the facade he puts on and has some kind of crises around it which kind of makes him a little more dangerous. Becuase now you're the biggest fattest weakness to his ego and he doesn't like vulnerabilities.

He might just kill you. Its not like you can run, right?

[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.

[leclercmybeloved]

y’all take a wild guess about who half the comments are about 😭

[eemryss]

"It was plain to see that my old pet needed someone. But if it were left up to Roger, we'd be bachelors forever." –Pongo, the matchmaker(?)

[theabigailthorn]

TOMORROW

The House of the Dragon season finale drops tomorrow!

Can't wait for you to meet Sharako: she's such a badass I love her and some of her lines are going to be especially loved by tumblr haha

[harmonysanreads]

Sunday has heard off-handed whispers about the apparent sharpness of his gaze. Clearly, the people that find themselves so fascinated by this prospect have never had the fortune of being vivisected by your eyes.

“Have you heard of the cuttlefish, sunny?”

If a singular tendon of his arms flinched, it surely did not last long enough to be a scene. The emphasized drawl of the nickname halts him mid-task, the skin of a half peeled orange pinched between his thumb and index fingers.

“I have, yes. Why do you ask?” he says simply. You don't even need Halovian telepathy to know what words stay dormant beneath his tongue, what scheme are you weaving this time?

“Ah, it's just that, they seem awfully similar to you.” your palms cushion your cheeks, elbows resting atop the mahogany table.

Sunday's eyelashes flutter at the subtle jab you end your sentence with and you proceed at the cue, “They're extremely skilled at camouflage, capable of blending with their surroundings to fend off predators and disarm preys. Although that is testament to them being an intelligent species, if I may disperse any air of criticism my words could have created.”

The twinkle in your irises eagerly trails after the resumed motions of Sunday's hand, “They look unassuming most of the time, wandering close to the corals and sands in search of sustenance. It's rather mesmerizing, the way they can merge with their environment, I mean.”

A sheer tendril is dissected by his nimble fingers, the carpel detaching next. Sunday raises the slice to your lips, a mistake, a truly composed Sunday would never do so until every carpel was cleanly peeled — the way your lips curve at that blunder temporarily freezes the man's lungs from working.

“That is until, they finally have their preys right before their clutches. The true, hideous sight of their nature resurfaces. That's a fascinating sight too, although transient nonetheless.” you take your time in biting into its flesh, dragging the slice towards your mouth at an agonizing pace. The ghost of your lips brushing against his finger jostles him to consciousness.

The way his gloved fingers shift to ensnare your jaw in the gentlest hold can only be achieved by Sunday, that fact reassures you that you didn't accidentally short-circuit his brain so hard that basic cognition eluded him (though the prospect doesn't sound that unappealing).

“Then, it should be advisable for the prey to either learn swiftness or to not provoke the cuttlefish, if it values its survival.” a wayward drop of orange juice is smeared across your lower lip by the thumb of his hand, “Wouldn't you agree, dearest?”

It's his turn to drawl and relish in your balance tipped askew, golden eyes sparkling further at the petulant crossing of your arms and huffs of obvious irritation at the loss. This is no new scenery for the Oak Family's leader, the constant string of mind games that incipient as a result of your tenacity. Not that he minds, he looks forward to it even.

You get more and more creative with your ploys each time he turns his back. Well, not that it bothers him. There's an impressive list of people who'd love to throw every insult known to mankind at his face just to create a crack in his composure, a simple comparison to some fish is nothing compared to what he's already heard. He's certain it will go away before he knows it.

(The incident replays without pause in a sleepless Sunday's restless mind the same night, your peaceful slumbering form beside his person does nothing but make dread pool in his stomach — he's not that hideous in your eyes... right?)

[hazbingirliexoxo]

*in heaven, with Charlie and Vaggie before the court meeting*

Gen!Z reader: *shouting* AYOO WE FRESH OUT THE 🎶MENTAL HOSPITAL🎶

Charlie:

Vaggie:

Adam: *whispers smugly* Thoughts and prayers bitches😏

[choccy-milky]

painted over this pic of dakota fanning for fun to try and make a realistic ver of clora / how i imagine her👼