#love him still

[allherfaeriesmeetinjuly]

tom riddle the only man ever and he’s a psychotic manipulative cunt

[femurdreemurr]

Yayyyy I LOVE HIM SO MUCH anyway

I decided to make refs like this for others I like too, at least my top few

So I have to do uh Swapfell, OG Papyrus, Underswap, Horrortale, and one more I have to think of for later☠️

So uh 3/8…frick

[velvetjune]

one of my main takeaways from the alan wake games is that alan/alice/barry should exist and they all love each other so much.

[barbossas-wench]

Everyone talks about Josh Groban being hot as Sweeney but can we just talk about Peter Jöback's Sweeney is much sexier

[corcordium1983]

As someone not from Sweden, who is thus completely unaffected by the outcome, tonight’s Melodifestivalen heat and the subsequent outcry is the funniest thing I’ve seen in a long time

[i-merani]

I fear im that girlies

[protect-daniel-james]

Poor blorbo and his itchy skin.

[t00fumaple]

Gaito Kurouzu • Future Card Buddyfight DDD EP3

[ideas-ideasideasideas]

Batman gives each of his Robins a different code to use when they’re in trouble and need immediate extraction. He promises that when they call, he’ll drop everything just to get to them, come hell or high water.

Jason, during his time with the League, shares his code with Damian, to be used “only in the direst of circumstances, when you have exhausted all other options.” He doesn’t know if Bruce will answer, given how fractured their relationship was before he died, but it is better than nothing. Every tool counts when they live such dangerous lives.

Damian uses it exactly once, and Bruce, who still feels the loss of his son like a yawning chasm in his chest, responds to it even though he knows it can’t be Jason because Jason’s dead. What he finds, instead of Jason, is a boy in League garbs, drenched in blood from the tips of his midnight-black hair to his too-small feet, with a face that Bruce sees himself and Talia in, requesting asylum from a grandfather who wishes to possess his body. Bruce doesn’t question how this boy who is so clearly his son knew the code. Talia al Ghul is resourceful and places family above all; the code is not beyond her abilities to discover, and she is not above using Bruce’s desperate love for his dead son to ensure that hers does not meet the same fate.

Bruce takes Damian in, because of course he does, and since Jason is dead he allows Damian to keep using the code. After all, it’s not like Jason is alive to use it, right? If someone uses the code, there’s no one it could be but Damian, right?

The next time the code is used, Bruce traces the location to Gotham even though Damian was supposed to be in Bludhaven visiting Dick. But whatever happened that resulted in Damian being in Gotham can wait, because he has already failed one son and he will not fail another, his son is in trouble and he needs to get to him, he needs to—

What he finds, instead of Damian, is a boy (just eighteen, too young, but also too old, but also he will always be a boy to him) in League garbs, drenched in blood from the tips of his midnight-black hair to his too-large feet (when had he gotten so big), wearing the face of his dead son.

(Who, maybe, just maybe, may no longer be so dead.)

[strangeblueanimal]

Need to fag out but I don’t have a boyfriend so I just sit here and close my eyes

[clownsuu]

God I love the insane amounts of d r i p Stanley just casually wears

[astr0disiac]

"toxic yaoi" this "password" that

THIS being one of stan's lowest moments is the saddest thing i've seen and no one has talked about it what the freak :(

[spaceistheplaceart]

more ford and mabel bonding because i said so :)

bonus ford under the cut:

[nipuni]

the snake of eden 🥰

[noknowshame]

why is religious Christmas imagery all so joyful and pleasant? where is the inherent horror of the birth of Christ? A mother is handed her newborn child, wailing and innocent. Her hands come away sticky. Red. Simply by giving her son life she has already killed him. He is doomed from the beginning. Her love will not save him from suffering. Because the thing cradled in her arms is not a baby, it is a sacrifice: born amongst the other bleating animals whose blood will one day be spilled in the name of what demands it. the night is silent with anticipation. Mary, did you know? That your womb was also a grave?

[eydilily]

this is fine