#rain stops

[dudedidujust]

The daily planet runs a front page article calling superman the light of mankind

Cue the batfam launching a counter campaign in support of Signal,  the real Light of Mankind.

It starts as a joke but quickly derails into an all out war.

[mcmissileproof]

favorite hobby when I'm driving is to catch someone trying to climb up my back bumper while I'm going a completely reasonable speed and just slowly take my foot off the gas. you seem upset, brother. why don't we slow down and enjoy the view awhile

[hansoeii]

stuck in the rain.

[nipuni]

Some autumn outfits I apparently forgot to share 😵‍💫 these are old so I'm at our previous apartment, but I still wear these so it counts! the second one may as well be my uniform honestly 😂

[talkethtothehandeth]

Raise your hand if you have also been personally victimized by the barometric pressure changes 🥲

[sunnslinger]

A super rough headcanon design of Artificer pre & post loss in these trying times.

[slutpoppers]

[luxmoogle]

୧ ‧₊˚ ☆ ℌ𝔞𝔭𝔭𝔶 𝔉𝔯𝔦𝔡𝔞𝔶 𝔱𝔥𝔢 13𝔱𝔥~!! ୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅ ☆

[nukedopus]

I had a vision

[raining-its-pouring]

Solace.

[twolovelyberries]

and now i know how joan of arc felt!

[soupdwelling]

like what does this even mean i’m just imagining it flopping around on the ground like a limp fish

[robboyblunder]

Experimental drawing style with the guitar boys because I can't get enough of them and their antics/aesthetics :)

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[midnightorchids]

Jason is fond of the rain.

He adores the sweet earthy smell and the soft, rhythmic pitter patter against his living room window, but above all, he loves spending time with you during the heavy monsoon season.

You walk out of the neighborhood cafe, hand in hand, into the gloomy streets of Gotham. The skyline is grey and somber. It’s quiet, peaceful, a juxtaposition to the city’s usual loud and robust atmosphere.

You scan Jason’s face and he looks content, despite the heavy drizzle that’s soaking him through his sweater. It’s poetic really, a man scattered with scars, a man who bears a heavy past, finds peace in the rain. How truly melancholic.

Loud thunder rumbles through the sky as if a large battle was being fought in the distance. You clutch on to Jason’s hand a little bit tighter, while your eyes still admire his calm demeanour.

“I think we should kiss right now,” he says, pulling you out of your thoughts.

“You’re so cliche, you know that right,” you say and he sucks his teeth while rolling his eyes.

His eyes look dark, the usual green colour is almost impossible to see. He stops walking and pulls you into him, his fingers tangling themselves into your wet hair. His lips move in close to yours, but they don’t quite touch.

“I know but can you blame me,” he whispers softly. You try to suppress the small grin on your lips.

“Been reading too much Nicholas Sparks lately,” you inquire, looking up at him through your lashes. Jason lets out a small laugh and the sound touches your heart.

He stares at you in admiration. He often finds himself getting lost in your eyes.

The moment is intimate, it brought his troubled mind to ease. Jason takes the opportunity to close the gap and kisses your lips. The rain dances on your skin. There’s a soft breeze and you pull Jason closer.

He tastes like the cigarette he smoked earlier and the strawberry cheesecake you split at the cafe. You want to savour this moment forever.

He smiles against your lips and you pull back only to cover his face in small pecks.

“I…” kiss, “love…” kiss, kiss, “you…” kiss.

Jason adores the rain, the smell, the sounds, but most importantly he loves kissing you in it.

[romancantthinkofausername]

big artificer jump :3

[ayellowapple]

I'm subjecting them to the Irish weather