#my brotp

[pink-pkmn-trainer]

more caine and zooble friendship shit because i'm obsessed

(a bit of spoilers ahead)

this line from zooble instantly makes me think that they're going to try and "stay on caine's good side" in the future. not necessarily sucking up to him, but they may become less inclined to protest the adventures if they think it'll upset caine. after all, they've seen what happens when caine feels like he's failing at his one job in the circus, and it's not exactly pretty.

and in the new episode, pomni even told them about the adventure caine had designed specifically for them, so they're now also aware of just how horrifying caine's adventures can become if he wants them to, which i can see as an incentive for them to be more careful around caine in the future.

but what about how caine sees zooble?

well, by the end of ep3, we see caine being the one getting therapy from zooble. while it's treated as a comedy bit, and zooble's not doing much, they are sort of listening to him, which is more than the others seem to have done for him so far. how's caine going to interpret that, or any other act of kindness they might or might not show him later on? is he going to believe he and zooble are friends? will zooble protest, or will they play along out of fear of the circus falling apart? if that happens, how will caine react if he finds out that zooble is really just scared of him?

one-sided caine and zooble friendship.....save me one-sided caine and zooble friendship......

[ray-winters]

Here’s the Noel & Mischa slow dance scene from closing night.

This was one of my favorite scenes to do in the show. W/ @keatondj 🎢💙

[shyjusticewarrior]

Selina went all the way to Metropolis specifically to punch Ivy in the face. She's the definition of "I'll get over it, I just gotta be petty first."

Batman: Hush

[nightmarerose1]

🪆Momo and Tokoyami are always going to be my favorite underrated duo, they cape buddies for life🐦‍⬛

Bonus: My top 4 all together 🪆🔥❄️💥🐦‍⬛

🐦‍⬛Tokoyami being the third wheel for Todomomo /Momo being third wheel for Bakutoko🪆

[vino---delectable]

Gus: Can we please just call your father?

Shawn: No, Gus! Why, so he can be all judgmental and condescending like he's the expert and I don’t know how to do anything?

Gus: Shawn, he is your father!

Shawn:

Gus: Of course he's gonna be judgmental and condescending.

[ectonika]

my new brotp 😋

[qw3rti]

some new south park doodles

[rain-day-today]

Someone please ask me about natsu and juvia as a brotp

Or gray and natsu’s whole just THING

Please speak to me about juvia and gajeel as a brotp

Or Wendy and gajeel as siblings

Or just the dragon slayer and there relationship

Or just how gray and gajeel probably remind natsu of zeref subconsciously

Im dying to dump all of my thoughts out

[juztice-posts]

This is my new favorite brotp. I hope we get to see Alexia, Artemis, and Athena fight together in season 3.

[poppitron360]

I’m sorry but their “Reluctant Besties” dynamic is just too cute I had to draw them-

[bisexualicontimdrake]

Me when y’all call Tim and Jason “The Red’s” in your fanfics.

[yellowsugarwords]

"𝙇𝙚𝙩 𝙎𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝘾𝙖𝙧𝙚"

「  CAMPCAMP: David, Max (Dadvid)  」

Summary: When David sees that Max has a black eye, his fatherly protective instincts kick in. (I stg this always happens OOPS but I’ve been re-watching some of camp camp and the new hyper-obsession has DROPPED for today so ima post it lol)

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“Well done, campers!” David’s enthusiastic voice slipped over the fire, capturing the attention of all campers who heard it. Parents' Day had just wrapped, and David was pleasantly surprised by the results. It went about as well as he could’ve hoped, which was still utter chaos, but with less property damage.

“Now, off to bed! After all, we have another fun-filled day planned for tomorrow!”

“Thank God,” Gwen groaned, immediately ready to retreat to her room. David frowned, shoulders sinking. He'd been hoping someone would help him put out the fire and clean up their site. Thankfully, he never got his hopes up about things like that and he was more than well-equipped to take down the campfire site single-handedly.

Max groaned, pulling his hood as far over his head as he could. His ears were ringing and his head ached. His stomach was twisting itself into knots, releasing, and doing it all over again. It was making him want to vomit.

Finally, after taking some alone time in the woods, he sneaked closer to the fire once everyone retired for the night. All that was left was David and Gwen, who was so exhausted she was already halfway inside. If he could just sneak by them and get inside, maybe he could avoid all the questions he knew were incoming.

After all the parents had left for the remainder of the summer, Max hung back, attempting to recuperate himself. After all, his Dad had rocked the shit out of him with that swift hit to the face. That’s what he deserved for not making eye contact and mumbling, he supposed.

Max watched from afar as the fire burned on, waiting until every camper dispersed before he drew closer to the main hub. He needed to figure out a plan to explain the state of his eye. So, he settled on the story that he ran off to be his ‘usual rebellious self during Parents' Day’ and got smacked in the face by a tree branch. He knew, at the very least, Gwen would buy it and the state of his face could be easily dismissed.

Now, if he could just sneak past David and avoid Gwen, he would be home free. All he needed to do was-

“Max?”

Shit.

Max froze mid-step, sensing David’s looming presence to his left. Maybe if he played off how tired he was, David would leave him alone and let him vanish for the night. Then he could at least come up with a plan to fool Mr. Sunshine. Even a pair of sunglasses might work fine enough until it healed or he found a better way to cover it up.

“Sorry, I’m heading to bed.”

“Max, wait-”

Ugh fuck.

“Where have you been? Everyone was supposed to be in bed half an hour ago.”

“I just wanted to get some fresh air.” Max kept his head down, avoiding eye contact as much as possible. “Look, can we talk about this tomorrow? I’m tired.”

David pursed his lips, crossing his arms in doubt. “Is it because today was Parents' Day?” he asked, voice gentle.

“God dammit, David.” Max hated it when David cared. Or when he pretended to care. Whatever it was that David was always doing. “No. I’m fine.”

David frowned. Sure, Max was often hesitant to open up to anyone, especially him, but something seemed especially off tonight. It had to have been due to Parents’ Day. After all, David was aware of the strained relationship Max had with his family. He wouldn’t be shocked if it left unpleasant feelings lingering.

Slowly, David reached forward to set a hand on the child’s shoulder. “Max, you know you can talk to me if you need to.”

As Max went to smack the counsellor's hand away, his nose scrunching in displeasure at any form of physical affection, his hood slipped off the bundle of black curls atop his head. The instant he felt the glow of the campfire reach his face, he knew it was game over. All he could do was freeze, head low, and hope David either wouldn’t see or would simply ignore it.

He didn’t.

The concerned but warm smile on David’s face quickly fell. “Max?” He knelt, wanting to look Max in the eyes, but froze the instant he caught a glimpse of his face. David’s heart dropped into his stomach. “Max, what happened?” He lifted a hand, wanting to brush it against Max's face to get a better look, but decided against it.

Max jerked himself away, tugging his hood up over his head again. “David, just drop it.”

David clenched his fists. He could recognize Max’s self-preserving deflection any day. “Max, who did this to you?” It came out like a command rather than a request. He still ensured his voice was low and gentle, not wanting to push him more than he already was.

Max shrugged, anxiously digging his right heel into the dirt. “Look, it was an accident. He didn’t mean to.”

“Max.”

“He just doesn’t have the same patience with me that you do. He got fuckin' pissed and-” Max abruptly stops, eyes widening at the revelation. Shit. He’d said it. Sure, David could be dense from time to time - specifically when it came to reading the room - but he wasn’t stupid. Max could feel any words he wanted to say get caught in his throat, wedging themselves there.

“Your Dad did this to you, didn’t he?” Again, David said it as a statement rather than a question. He sounded more disappointed this time, more dejected. More lifeless. Max wasn't used to hearing David sound like this.

Max closed his eyes. “David, please.” His voice was quiet and desperate. David had never seen Max act anything like this. He was normally so defiant and headstrong. It was rare to see him so dejected and quiet. David never thought he would ever see Max plead.

David clenched his jaw, fidgeting with the fingers he had balled into fists. He wasn’t one for violence, nor was he the type to want to punch something, but somehow this was an exception. The rage boiling in his chest drove him up the wall.

Max was a child. More importantly, he was their child. His father’s child. How could they take that sacred responsibility, that joy, and tarnish it?

“David?” Max’s voice was hesitant and soft. David had never heard the child speak that way before, almost as though his voice was walking on eggshells.

“Come on, Max,” David said lowly, relaxing his hands and setting one behind one of his shoulders as a guide, “Let me get you some ice.”

David opened the door to the cabin, gingerly guiding the child inside and closing the door behind them. “David, really, I just want to go lie down.” Max protested, but David didn’t listen. Instead, he made his way to a nearby fridge and sink, getting a cloth and wetting it under the sink.

“Ugh, David, you’re-”

“At least let someone care,” David said softly, not taking his attention away from the sink.

The frustration slowly faded from Max’s expression. He was thankful, as scrunching his nose in disdain was causing his eye to ache. “What?”

David turned off the running water and paused. He wrung out the cloth, reached into the freezer, and pulled out a small frozen plastic bag. “At least let someone care about you.” He didn’t look up as he wrapped the ice pack in the cloth. He held it out to the child, waiting for him to accept it. “At least let me show you that I care. Even if you won’t accept it.”

Max stared up at the counsellor, feeling his eyes well up. No. He was not about to cry. He wasn’t feeling that sappy about the event. Maybe it was just because his eye was starting to swell. Yeah, that had to be it. Max reached out, his small hand grasping the ice pack and sliding out of his fingers.

David gave a sad smile, watching as the child slowly held it up to his purple eye. “Thank you,” David said softly.

Max looked down, stuffing his free hand into his hoodie pocket. “I should be saying that to you, you idiot.”

Momentarily, David’s frustration and disappointment subsided. Tomorrow is when he and Gwen could figure out a game plan. Tonight, right now, Max just needed someone to be here, even if the child wouldn’t admit it.

“Now, let me grab the disinfectant.”

“Ugh, David!” ━━━━━━ 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙠𝙨 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜!! ₊˚⊹ 𝐭𝐢𝐩 𝐣𝐚𝐫   ♡   𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦𝐬 𝐢 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫

[ray-winters]

One of my fav bits we did 😂 Mischa sure doesn’t help with the rumors, does he?

[ursa9909]

Rewatching Camp cretaceous again S3 ep 1 where they're going to the top of the mountain for useful fabric, and y'all I hope we get more Sammy and Kenji sharing one brain cell and it's crushing the goofy/easily entertained through horrible actions button (they're swinging the sky gondola pods) in chaos theory.

Let them have fun, and let the other's feel concerned!

[nightmarerose1]

🪆Momo and Tokoyami being my favorite underrated duo Pt 2 🐦‍⬛

[vino---delectable]

Gus: Who ate all the cookies?

Shawn: Ninjas.

Gus: I didn’t see them.

Shawn: No one ever does.