#ooc - out of cares

[mrroxs-workshop]

Cat fight 🐱🖕

[justaz]

merlin who uses his magic everyday in ways that he doesn’t realize isn’t normal. magic helping him see in the dark so he can find his way in the woods or dark rooms with no problem. connecting with the woods around him so he always knows where he is and whats in the general vicinity which allows him to sense bandits just before they attack. using magic to keep warm in the cold or to cool down in the heat. confident and willing to go toe to toe with anyone bc he knows that regardless of what they throw at him, he could always win bc he could just use magic.

then somehow someway (post magic reveal) a sorcerer takes away merlin’s magic. or well just locks it away ig. but anyways merlin doesn’t have this part of him anymore and is left feeling empty, exposed, and vulnerable. arthur, the knights, and merlin going on a quest for answers to their problem and a way to get merlins magic back. but. but. but merlin is all jumpy and he’s rambling more than ever and is often reaching out to grab onto someone (usually arthur) and everyone’s confused and then they get ambushed and merlin freezes in the middle of the path like a deer. he’s watching everything go down around him with wide eyes until he’s targeted and one of the knights have to rush in to save him. afterward merlin is constantly holding someone and his grip is rather tight. he keeps looking around, his eyes scanning the trees around them over and over. when they try and settle down for the night, merlin wont leave the camp without an escort or two and when they’re trying to go to sleep, merlin is flinching at every noise in the woods around them and ends up shuffling over toward the person closest to him and laying pressed up against them.

arthur opening his mouth to tease and call him a coward when the word registers in his mind and he realizes that that’s what he’s actually seeing, merlin scared and defenseless. he ofc doesn’t realize the true depth of it all, i mean he knows merlin is missing his magic but he doesn't know that magic has always been a part of merlin, it makes him him. he’s had magic since he was born, he’s never known life without it. as he is now, he feels bare and exposed and blind and deaf and terrified. the knights are his defense rn and for the past few years, merlins been their protector so its a complete reversal of everything he’s ever known. he’s scared. arthur bites his tongue and lets merlin hold onto his arm and snuggle up close at night for some form of comfort and security. he doesn’t tease or mock and responds to his ramblings of fear with a level of gentleness the knights weren’t aware he even possessed. merlin slowly relaxing as arthur subtly comforts him without addressing it

[quimichi]

⋆˚࿔ CUDDLING THE AEONS 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

TW: might seem ooc, we don't know much about them yet lol, i gave them a humanoid/human body, just found out Xipe has 3 faces, lol i never saw it

SUMMARY: They cuddle their lover, most devoted follower...or their equal...

CHARACTERS: Aeons x F!Reader

WORD COUNT: 2.536

A/N: bet yall can't guess my favorite aeon + my fav path

Aha

Each arm loops around your body, pulling you close against Aha's chest, your back to THEIR front. A leg is hooked across your hip, trapping you in the tight, warm embrace of all of THEIR limbs. THEY giggle delighted into your neck as THEY try to pull you in even further. You can feel the press of THEIR mouth against the back of your neck, THEIR breath warm like a cat purring against your skin.

"I love you," THEY mutter into your hair, THEIR voice quiet like a prayer. Unusual from THEIR usual loud voice and demeanor. THEY chuckle against your neck, THEIR breath fanning over your skin, sending little tingles down your spine. "I'm gonna eat you," THEY whisper against your ear, voice full of feigned malice, THEIR mouth stretching into a smile against your skin.

"You're mine, now." THEY snicker, their arms tightening around your body as they pull you a little closer, a little tighter, as if THEY could press the air from your lungs. "You're never escaping me...maybe i put you in a cage?" THEY tease, nuzzling the back of your neck, THEIR voice low and gravely in your ear.

"You're mine. Every little bit of you. From those pretty little ears all the way to those cute feet…"

Akivili

Akivili sighs happily and rests THEIR head against your chest. Every muscle in THEIR body goes lax and THEY practically melt against you. THEY'RE completely and utterly relaxed in your arms. "It's been too long..." you whisper mindlessly. "Too long." A longsuffering sigh escapes THEM as THEY press THEMSELVES closer into your arms, eyes closed blissfully, THEIR ear resting over your heartbeat.

"Much too long," THEY mutter, voice quiet and full of longing. THEY shift a little, moving to bury THEIR face against the crook of your neck, THEIR hair falling over your shoulder, soft as snow against your skin. THEY'RE silent for a few moments, simply breathing in your presence, lost in your scent, in the feeling of your skin on THEIR cheek.

"Trailblazing..." THEY mumble, "we should go again, like all this time before."

"You can't go one second with trailblazing, huh?"

"No."

Ena

Ena buries THEIR head into your chest and takes a shuddering breath. The sound of your heart beating against THEIR ear calms them like no other sound in the world ever could. It's almost...harmonic. THEY lift a hand and gently place it over the spot where your heart rests, as if THEY might feel life itself passing under your skin.

THEY have come undone, unravelled into the person they truly are. Vulnerable. Soft. And yet they feel safest in your arms. Your love is one of the few things that ground THEM. Your love is only towards THEM, you're loyal, ordered and THEIRS. Ena slowly moves, shifting a little to slide one of THEIR legs between yours. One of THEIR hands begins to wander. THEY can feel you against THEM with every movement they make, the way your body arches at THEIR touch.

"How do you feel human?" THEY ask, voice low and smooth as silk. The hand that is not gently trailing down your arm comes to rest on your hips, gently forcing you to hold still against THEM. THEIR touch is both soft and demanding, THEIR lips slowly working THEIR way down your neck until THEY reach your collarbone. Ena knows every spot to make you shiver, every place to make the heat inside you grow.

THEY continue to speak, although THEIR words are mostly meaningless. "You're mine. Don't forget that you are."

Fuli

Fulis chest is hard and cool to the touch, like glass. You can't feel THEIR heartbeat— there is no pulse beneath your fingertips. Fuli is still as a statue beneath you, only THEIR breathing telling you he's alive. The way THEIR chest rises and falls is like a wave, slow and measured against your body.

One of Fuli's hands lifts, slender fingers gently tracing along your chin, lifting your face up to meet THEIRS. THEIR eyes—blue like the cold of glaciers, grey as the rain—meet your own gaze.

"Look at me," they murmur. THEIR voice is just as gentle as their touch as they guide your chin up. "I want to look at you."

The hand cupping your chin moves, now, tracing along your jawline. Fuli’s index finger slowly traces just beneath the corner of your mouth.

"I want to crave you into my mind."

HooH

The equilibrium blinks, startled, then slowly relaxes, your weight on THEM familiar as the earth. Slowly, THEY bring THEIR hands to rest on your sides.

THEIR touch is unhurried, THEIR breath against your skin quiet. THEY carefully adjust, shifting themselves to make sure that you lie more to the left. Every move is precise, calculated to ensure that no symmetry is ruined. THEIR eyes never leave your face, watching you with the same intense devotion. Once you're settled, THEY fall still, their body taut against yours. THEIR hands continue to rest, feather-light, on your sides. THEY reach for your hair, fingers gentle. THEY carefully card through the strands, fixing it. Both hands move in perfect synchronization, as if the fingers on both were connected.

THEY keep fixing your hair for a long while, their face close to yours.

"Perfect."

IX

IX does not protest when you gather them in your arms as you found THEM in this endless black void. You always knew exactly where THEY were. THEIR body stiffens like a statue for a moment, a slight shiver trailing down THEIR spine, then THEY relax in your embrace. THEIR muscles uncoil slowly, until THEY'RE limp against you.

THEY don't pull away. THEY can't bring themself to. Not when THEY'RE warm in your arms. Not when the black void is so quiet around THEM and all they can hear is the soft sigh of THEIR own breaths. IX lifts their head from your chest and props THEMSELVES up on THEIR elbow, looking down at you with silent eyes and a tender expression. THEY lift their free hand to your cheek, THEIR touch feather-soft against your skin.

IX can't speak, bit THEIR actions tell enough. With incredible tenderness, THEY press a slow kiss to your jawline, then your neck.

You are everything for THEM.

Idrilla

THEY is practically lying on top of your body. THEY rest THEIR head on your shoulder, THEIR hair spilling down over your chest as THEY press against you. THEY feel safe here. Right in the crook of your neck, with the weight of your arm around THEM, your warmth surrounding them like a shield.

THEY let out a contented sigh, THEIR eyes fluttering shut as they nuzzle closer to you. "You're so warm," THEY murmur, the words half-hidden in your skin. Idrilla can practically feel your pulse against THEIR forehead, the thump-thump-thump of your heart a constant presence in THEIR ear. It's a comforting beat, steady and strong, like a soothing melody.

THEY rest their hand on your chest, right over your heart. THEIR fingers drum against your skin in time with the rhythm, almost subconsciously, as if to memorize every heartbeat with THEIR touch.

"I'm quite jealous my love, you are almost as beautiful as me...maybe even more beautiful...especially in my eyes and to my eyes only."

Lan

Lan is holding you from behind. THEY have one arm wrapped around you, fingers interlocking with yours. THEY have THEIR face pressed into your hair, THEIR breath gentle against your neck.

THEY'RE ’re not moving, merely holding onto you. It’s like THEY don’t want to let you go, even for a moment. Lan is completely silent, just holding you. THEIR fingers squeeze yours gently, THEIR thumb tracing the lines of your own, mapping out the shape of your hand beneath THEIRS.

THEY close their eyes and press THEIR forehead against your neck. Even the sound of THEIR breathing is measured, as if THEY'RE ’re trying to be as still as possible.

"Always," Lan vows. THEY shift behind you, pulling you even closer against THEIR chest.

"Always," THEY say again, a promise that rings in the air. "I'll watch over you. No matter what." Lan keeps you tight against THEM, every part of THEM pressed up against you. It's like THEY'RE trying to make sure you can't get away. "I will keep you safe." THEY say softly, THEIR voice as gentle as summer air.

"No one will harm you, I swear it."

Mythus

Mythus is holding you in THEIR arms; THEY are wrapped around your waist, THEIR chest pressed against your back. THEY is holding you so, so carefully. Like THEY is scared of harming you even though it is quite impossible

THEY inhale deeply, taking in the scent of your skin, feeling the comforting beat of your heart. Mythus mouths at the sensitive spot behind your ear, teasing it softly with the tip of THEIR tongue.

THEY can feel your shiver; how your body jerks, ever so slightly, at the contact. THEY'RE encouraged, emboldened perhaps, and continue to tease the sensitive skin behind your ear, leaving little nips and kisses across the flesh there. THEY can't help the chuckle that escapes THEM as they see the goosebumps rise on your body. THEY continue to tease the flesh, THEIR teeth worrying at the skin.

"Sensitive one, aren't you?" THEY mutter against your neck.

Nanook

Nanook is a warm presence beside you, pressing up against your back. One arm slings lazily across your waist, pulling you tight against THEIR chest. Nanook rests THEIR face against the back of your head and sighs. Nanook's arm tightens ever so slightly, shifting you a little closer against THEM. THEY press THEIR head against your shoulder, THEIR silvery hair spilling across your skin.

There isn't a sound in the room but the gentle rise and fall of your breaths; each of Nanook's exhales brushes across your neck like a sigh of contentment.

THEY are perfectly still, as if THEY are afraid you'll bewak from THEIR grip if they move a muscle. THEY don't want to break you ever, THEY want you in one full piece.

"Don't move, or I'll tighten my grip on you."

Nous

Nous lies on THEIR side, with THEIR head resting gently in your lap. THEIR eyes are closed, THEIR breathing slow and steady. THEY are completely enveloped by the feeling of your hand on THEIR hair, by the weight of your body next to THEM.

Nous shifts slightly, THEIR hand brushing against your leg. THEY murmur something to THEMSELF, but the word that leaves THEIR mouth is unintelligible. THEY lie still for a moment, THEIR breathing steady, as THEY take in the sensation of your fingers on THEM.

Nous head stays still against your thighs, THEY stay laying as if trying to commit this moment to memory. To remember this feeling.

"Why did your pulse quicken?"

"H-Huh?!"

"I know you better than yourself."

Oroboros

Oroboros rests THEIR upper body against your chest, head leaned against your shoulder. The creature curled around you lets out a quiet sound and THEY reach back to gently pat it with a slim hand.

"This is nice," THEY say finally, THEIR eyes slowly fluttering shut. "I could eat you up-! They want it too, ain't that right?"

The creatures let out another sound, a sound of approval. Oroboros's eyelids flutter shut as THEY nuzzle THEIR face into the crook of your neck and nip on your skin. A quiet sigh drifts through the air as THEY relax against you, slender shoulders losing their ever-present stiffness.

THEIR body against yours is surprisingly warm, a gentle heat like the summer sun against THEIR soft skin. The creature wrapped around the two of you lets out a low sound of contentment. The feel of its smooth scales and yours mixed with Oroboro's is an oddly pleasant one....a slimy one.

Qlipoth

Qlipoth is lying in your arms, THEIR head resting on your shoulder, THEIR face buried against your neck.

THEIR eyes are closed, the faint puffs of THEIR breaths hitting your skin as THEY hold you close. THEY nuzzle against you, burying THEIR face against you, THEIR arms wrapped around your waist. Qlipoth lets out a soft sigh, completely content in your embrace. THEY press THEMSELVES closer against you, seeking any bit of contact they can get.

THEY bury their face against your neck, the puffs of THEIR breaths ghosting across your skin and heating you from the inside out.

THEY tighten their grip on your waist, almost as if to stop THEMSELVES from letting you go. "I love you," they whisper, voice low and quiet.

"So you need to stay with me."

Tayzzyronth

Tayzzyronth feels complete when THEY are curled against your chest. Your skin is soft to the touch, and THEIR mind is blissfully calm. In the silence of your cuddling, all THEY hear is the sound of your breath, your heartbeat. All that matters is you.

THEIR head is tucked in against your collarbone. "I want a baby," THEY whisper, the words spoken with an almost desperate longing. "Nothing new." "I know." THEY bury themself against you again, nuzzling their face against your neck with a little sigh. "I still want one. I can't stop thinking about it."

Tayzzyronth lifts THEIR head, and THEIR mouth is at your ear as they speak. THEIR voice is hoarse with quiet hunger. "You'd look so beautiful pregnant." THEY draw the tip of their tongue along the edge of your earlobe. "If I did that to you… just the thought…"

Xipe

Xipe leans closer to you, THEIR hair catching the light and making THEM look almost angelic. THEY rest their heads on your chest and close THEIR eyes, letting THEMSELF melt into your arms. THEY are at peace, here with you.

THEY stay there, listening to the sound of your heartbeat and breathing in your scent. "Your heart..." THEIR voice is little more than a breath, soft enough to shiver in a summer breeze. THEY keep their head against your chest, the sound of your heartbeat comforting like the rhythm of waves on a sandy beach.

"Your heart beats faster with me," THEY murmur. THEY pause, lifting their head to look up at you, eyes shimmering.

"It's like a drum." A pause. Something vulnerable flickers across THEIR face. "It's like you are scared to let me go."

Yaoshi

Yaoshi leans closer instinctively and buries THEIR face in your hair, THEIR nose brushing against your neck. THEY don’t speak for a moment, content with simply being close to you.

THEIR lips are soft against your skin.

“You smell nice,” THEY murmur, the words coming out as a low rumble. "So tasty." Yaoshi shifts against you, THEIR arms sliding around your waist. THEY pull you closer, a silent display of THEIR need for you, THEIR want for you.

“I could lie with you forever.” THEY boop your nose. THEIR hands wander, almost idly running up your side, tracing the curves of your body as if THEY want to commit your figure to memory. Yaoshis fingers slip along the exposed skin of your back, pausing to press a palm against your spine.

“You’re mine now."

[reigobun]

chrustmas

[nekomiras]

theres something so yuri about them

[boyfriendsmalec]

Will isn't going to have a secondary love interest in Season 5. He's already involved in one love triangle (Will-Mike-El) why would the writers develop a second one?

I could make a lot of narrative arguments as to why I don't see this happening but ultimately it boils down to this: There's no time.

The show is in its last season. The Duffers have already said they're shifting away from adding new romances (Byler is not a new romance, it's been built-up over the whole show) and new characters (few exceptions like Linda Hamilton have been added). They need to wrap up storylines for at the very least 12+ main characters (not to mention side characters). Point being: the cast is stacked enough as is. They don't have time to create a new love interest for Will, especially if it's not a character he's going to end up with in the end. If they wanted to add a new love interest for Will, they would've started it in Season 4.

Will is the main character next season, and he already has a lot going on:

His connection with Vecna and the Upside Down (this will largely take up most of his plot since it'll be the central plot line)

Will getting Upside Down flashbacks from 1983 (like El did in S4 with her flashbacks of Hawkins Lab)

New friendship/mentorship with Robin (and Vickie)

Coming out arc to his family and friends

Contending with his love for his best friend (including the painting lie reveal coming to fruition)

Will has more than enough going on this season.

Also narratively-speaking, I'm sorry but there's no way Will is going for a jock who's bullying Dustin and likely him and his other friends by extension (for being associated with Dustin/The Hellfire Club). That's just wildly out-of-character for Will. And they have zero time to develop some tertiary bully character.

Also adding a secondary love interest for Will at this stage would undermine the central focus of Will's love for Mike, which they're building up over the course of the whole show. We know this isn't a crush, Will is in love.

The most we'd get is maybe a scene of a male character expressing interest in Will, to see Mike's jealous response, or to have Will turn him down to reassert to the audience Will's love for Mike.

TLDR; The ST writers are in crunch time with the final season and don't have time to waste on a secondary love interest plot device.

[reds-hoodies]

Blink and You’ll Miss It (pt2)

Tags: Jason Todd X GN!Reader, Soulmate AU, fluff

Word Count: ~820

A/N: here you go :D!! Sorry this took so long, had some IRL stuff come up-

Enjoy!

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Jason Todd was not an optimist. He knew better than to believe in fate or destiny, so for the longest time, he never believed in soulmates. At least, not for himself.

That was, of course, until three weeks ago.

He had never had his world rocked so hard. He had never seen anything so captivating, and it had consumed his every waking thought.

He needed to find you.

But for the past three weeks, it seemed like he had been chasing a goddamn ghost.

He had watched security cameras, pieced together patterns, and found that you had a few frequent spots: a café, a park, a stupidly overpriced farmers’ market in the Diamond District. But every time he thought he had you pinned down, he showed up and— nothing.

It was like you were just barely out of reach.

Right now, though, Jason sat in a booth near the back of the café, hood up, arms crossed, waiting. He had been there for an hour, prepared for a stakeout, ready to plant himself there all night if he had to.

His phone buzzed.

Babs: That person you’re looking for? Just showed up at the library.

Jason blinked at the screen. Then another buzz.

Babs: Looked around for like five seconds, then left in a hurry 👀

A muscle in his jaw twitched. His fingers tightened around the phone.

You had been looking for something.

Or someone.

His pulse picked up, and he was already moving to get up when movement outside caught his eye.

Through the café window, he saw you.

Jason went still, barely breathing as he watched you weave through the crowd, moving like you were on a mission.

For half a second, he just stared. His brain lagged behind his instincts, stuck on the fact that you were right there. So close, how-

He bolted up, nearly knocking into a passing customer as he stepped out of the booth, his heart slamming against his ribs.

His phone buzzed again, but he didn’t need to check it to know.

You weren’t just passing through. You had been looking for him.

And he wasn’t losing you this time.

The screeching of the subway echoed off the concrete walls as Jason jumped down the steps and through the turnstile.

He spotted you just as you stepped onto the subway platform, glancing around and searching. He moved before he could think, shoving past a few late-night commuters.

Then, right as you turned, your eyes met.

Once again, the world slowed. The station blurred, colors bleeding together the same way they had before— slow and steady. He stopped in front of you.

“I’ve been looking everywhere for you.” His voice was rough, caught somewhere between a breath and a confession. He couldn’t help but reach for you, and when your hands finally touched-

Everything erupted.

It was blinding, burning with colors he had never known could exist. The whole station hummed like it was alive, like the universe itself was exhaling, yes, yes, this is right.

Yet, he couldn’t tear himself away from your gaze. Because in all the chaos, nothing was more brilliant than you standing before him. His soulmate.

The one who hadn’t just brought color back, you had rewritten the world itself.

Your eyes were wide, your jaw slightly slack as you stared at him. He felt your grip on his hand tighten slightly, shaking with the intensity of the moment.

“And I’ve been looking everywhere for you…” You trailed off before groaning and cursing under your breath, realizing the ridiculousness of the situation.

Jason exhaled, shaking his head before letting out a breathless, almost disbelieving laugh.

“Guess that means we’re stuck with each other now, huh?” you muttered, giving a sheepish grin as you tilted your head. You stepped forward hesitantly, eyes flickering around like you were still processing everything.

Jason felt his own smile mirror yours.

“Yeah… looks like it.” His voice was quieter now, but certain.

Jason wasn’t one for PDA usually, but when you laced your fingers through his, he decided then and there nothing would be able to tear him from you.

A subway car rumbled to a stop beside you, doors hissing open.

Neither of you moved to get on.

“Sooo… dinner?” You broke the silence.

“You stalk me for weeks,” Jason narrowed his eyes, “Completely screw up my search for you by looking for me, and now you’re asking me to dinner?”

“Sounds like the pot’s calling the kettle black here.” You shot back, “But yeah, I figured we earned it.”

Jason considered you for a moment, “Fine.” He smirked and nodded, “But I’m picking the place.”

And as you walked up the subway steps together, Jason took one last glance at the world around him: The reds, the blues, the warm city glow. At you.

And for the first time in a long time, he really liked what he saw.

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[sketchingdemonss]

based off da prisoner & fools gold who were just playing in the snow behind me

[askoverkill]

Ooc, (and sorry if you’ve said this before and I missed it) did Sif ever get injured protecting Bonnie like in canon, or is the blind eye purely curse-related?

// completely cursed related. at least for this siffrin

[toby-draws]

Nene drawing and Akito doodle :]

[psymachine]

hear me out: you, me, dennis, and god all know he looks good in lingerie, but maybe he's a little bit unsure what mac "the problem is you're into all that early 80s glam rock femme shit; definitely had masc4masc in his grindr profile" mcdonald will think of it

[tvlandofficiall]

in general even if she isn't a special boss in the weird route (though i'm hoping and feel very strongly that she will be) i do think queen will have an important role to play. we never see her character arc play out in the weird route — like the other characters, all of her central scenes can't happen due to us taking noelle on a killing spree. queen and noelle never get to interact beyond their initial few meetings. so even if it won't conclude in a fight, and even if it won't conclude in the specifics of recruiting a new knight, her arc is still left as a dangling thread. she's still got a tight hold on her plan to make noelle happy. she's got plenty of time alone to come up with more ideas. and given that the weird route is us forcing the game to center around noelle, and play at making her "stronger" by defeating "enemies"...

... well, queen's no stranger to taking up the "enemy" mantle.

[shanklin]

A scenario came to my mind and I think it might me too OOC for Shellfish!Stan but please listen:

Ford mentions in passing that he's jealous of how close Soos and Stan are and that he misses how they used to be best friends. He didn't wanna start any arguments by saying that, hell maybe it wasn't even meant to be voiced at all, he was just thinking out loud, but Stan, who has having a (extra) bad day, heard him and EXPLODED:

“So YOU can get everything you want, send me home alone and forget about me because you're too busy with your new friends and dumb mysteries but I can't even talk to other people without you throwing a fit? FUCK YOU! WHY ARE YOU ALLOWED TO BE SELFISH BUT NOT ME??!”

Selfish Shellfish AU - Masterpost

ARE YOU KIDDING ME? YES!

Stan should be allowed to go off. He should be allowed to get angry and act awful and inconsiderate. He needs to let it out.

And do you know what I love about this the most?

Stan feels safe enough to do so here. He just lets it out with no regard to Ford’s feelings. For once in his life he gets to be focused solely on his own needs.  

And yes. Maybe losing his temper isn't the best way to deal with his issues and trauma, but it’s a start. It’s so much better than not dealing with it all. 

Stan spent years walking on eggshells. Always careful about his next step. Always considerate of others. Never thinking about himself. Never allowed to act out.

And the one time he did, the one time it was all too much and he just exploded he killed someone.

And how he did it again he exploded at Ford. But Ford isn’t gone however. Ford is still here. 

And now, after Stan calms down, it’s Ford’s chance to prove that Stan is safe with him. To prove that even if Stan acts out, even if he’s selfish and unfair and in the wrong, Ford won’t abandon him again. 

I imagine Stan would eventually try to push the boundaries with his family, unconsciously and on purpose. 

He wants them to admit their lies. He wants proof that they don’t care and that it’s all just bullshit to make themselves feel better.

It will be frustrating and their concern will feel fake. He’ll scream at them [see this ask I posted like 5 minutes ago] and push them away.

And it's his family's job not to let him.

[petricorah]

moar wips [id in alt]

[geeky-nightphilosopher]

🦇Batfamily & Friends (sometimes) 🦇

Jason: *claps hands together* All right, let's burn this place to the ground.

Duke: Yes! Team effort!

[saeraas]

nahhhhh whoever thought this was a good change in the op for episode 44 is SICK