#so i couldn't post over there

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Burning Rotten Bridges

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[platoapproved]

So? Who broke the ice? insp (x)

[explodingstarlight]

saved leo from the prison dimension just in time for the holidays

[cozylittleartblog]

worst way to start my new year, thanks. i have a lot of things to say about these companies but i'm tired and just keeping it focused to the pin side of things for this one. do not ever buy pins from these companies, literally ALL of them are stolen from small artists like me. if you want to buy enamel pins, check out etsy, and artist's personal websites and shops! (though even Etsy has some bootleg pins that ship straight from china, so tread carefully…)

Every pin I've designed is, thus far, EXCLUSIVE to my etsy. if you find it anywhere else, it's been ripped off! and once these stupid bootlegs pop up, it's basically a never ending game of whack-a-mole trying to get them all taken down...

[you-know-cchio]

my favorite type of scene is when all four of them are onstage but two of them are having a conversation for the audience to hear and the other two are silently stagecrafting whatever they want.

bonus: luke playing two characters at once while the other three play ping pong in the background

[hoofpeet]

Being transmasc is kinda cool but also the horrors

[flwrkid14]

Tim and Duke: Finding Their Place

It’s hard to feel like you belong when you’re always waiting for someone to tell you that you don’t.

Duke Thomas had always been an outsider. Growing up in the streets, never quite fitting in anywhere, always waiting for the other shoe to drop, for someone to see him as a “replacement.” A filler for someone that wasn’t there anymore, or someone that was missing from the picture.

It wasn’t that the batfamily didn’t accept him—hell, they’d welcomed him with open arms. Dick and Barbara made him laugh, and even Damian, with his snarky attitude, had slowly started respecting him. But it still felt like there was something missing. Like he wasn’t really part of the family. Like he was just another vigilante working beside them, trying his best to live up to an impossible standard.

He didn’t know where to fit. Didn’t know if he could fit.

Tim Drake was the last person Duke expected to find himself bonding with.

Tim, the third Robin, the one who had earned the title by proving himself after a tragedy. Tim, who was always a little too serious, a little too reserved, a little too smart for his own good. But somehow, Duke found himself slipping into conversations with Tim, finding small moments of camaraderie between them. They didn’t talk much about their respective pasts—Tim’s was a messy minefield of trauma and loss, Duke’s was a life lived in survival mode, both of them figuring out how to be something more than what Gotham tried to make them.

One night, after a particularly long patrol, the two found themselves sitting in the batcave. Duke was lounging on the edge of a desk, his hoodie pulled tight over his head, the ever-present weight of exhaustion pulling at his shoulders. Tim, as usual, was hunched over a computer, eyes glued to a screen that made him look even younger than he was.

“So,” Duke said, breaking the silence. “Do you ever feel like… I dunno. Like you’re just here to fill in for someone else?”

Tim’s fingers stilled on the keyboard. He didn’t look up. “Yeah.”

Duke blinked. “What?”

Tim finally turned his gaze up from the screen, his eyes tired but sharp. There was something in his expression that caught Duke off guard. A knowing look. “I mean,” Tim continued, voice low, “I’ve spent most of my life being called ‘the replacement.’ It’s not easy, you know? No matter how much you try to prove yourself, it’s always there. The ghost of ‘who you’re supposed to be.’”

Duke’s stomach twisted at the words. “You feel like that too?”

Tim let out a dry chuckle. “Yeah. All the time. Even when I’m with the family. Even when I’m with you guys. There’s always that part of me that wonders if I’m really needed, or if I’m just… filling in a spot.”

There was a silence that hung between them, heavier than the usual quiet that enveloped the Batcave. It was raw. Honest. Two boys who had lived through too much, felt too many expectations, and had spent their lives trying to prove they were worthy of the lives they’d been thrust into.

Duke let out a breath. “That’s crazy, man. You’re Tim Drake. You’re not just some replacement.”

Tim didn’t smile, but there was a shift in his expression, a small, almost imperceptible shift that showed Duke he understood. He wasn’t looking for validation, not really. It was the kind of unspoken recognition that said, I see you, and you see me.

“You don’t feel it though, huh?” Duke asked, a little unsure. “Like you’re just… pretending to be part of this family? Like you’ll never really belong?”

Tim’s eyes softened, and for the first time that night, he looked at Duke—not as the new guy, not as the one still trying to prove himself—but as someone who got it. “Yeah. I feel that. All the time.”

Duke shifted in his seat, looking down at his hands. The weight of those words—Tim’s words—felt different when they came from someone who understood. Someone who knew exactly what it was like to feel like you were never quite enough.

That was the moment things changed. It wasn’t the kind of bonding moment that happened with grand gestures or speeches. It wasn’t about solving everything, or fixing the endless loop of self-doubt that both of them shared. It was just about knowing that they weren’t alone in their feelings. They both carried that weight, that fear of never truly fitting in, of always wondering if they were “the replacement” in a family that had already been through so much.

But for that moment, for just a little while, they didn’t have to explain themselves to anyone else. They didn’t need to pretend. They didn’t need to be anyone other than the two of them.

“You know,” Duke said quietly, breaking the silence again. “I’m glad you’re here.”

Tim gave him a look, a quiet acknowledgment, his eyes flicking back to the screen. “Yeah, i'm glad you're here too.”

They didn’t say much more after that, but it didn’t matter. In the quiet of the cave, with the weight of their shared thoughts hanging between them, Duke knew he wasn’t just another vigilante in Gotham. He was here, with Tim, with the family. And for the first time in a long time, he could almost believe it.

Maybe, just maybe, he could belong.

And Tim? Tim didn’t feel like a replacement anymore, either.

[transsongtaewon]

Of course we know that there aren't many childhood pictures left of Yoohyun. But I think there weren't any in the first place of Yoojin.

Sure, when he was really young there was enough to fill a nice album, a cute baby and later chubby toddler adorning the walls, but they drop off when he is five. Nothing new joins what is there and eventually the pictures are taken down.

There are pictures of Yoohyun, many of them clumsily taken and out of focus, fingers poking in the frame of more than a few. Yoohyun looks happy in all of them, often posing somewhere but sometimes also caught unaware, doing his homework in the kitchen or unpacking a lunch box on a park bench.

How do you think their parents felt the first time they looked back through pictures from their beach vacation only to find Yoohyun, learning how to tie his shoes. Did they delete the pictures? How many times? Did they tire of it eventually? Of erasing their son's milestones, so they gave up and bought a new camera for their next vacation?

Of course it's not like there's no pictures of Yoojin. He's there in class pictures (few) and company get-togethers (many), and for special occasions there's even pictures of him and Yoohyun together, looking proud at Yoohyun's middle school graduation, still having to lean down so they're the same height. There's not many of these pictures - you can only ask a stranger to help take photos for so long - but at least they are some proof Yoojin exists as more than the eye that watches over Yoohyun.

[bunnymadeofstardust]

I draw too much, one day I'll reach the file limit and win tumblr

anyhow, enjoy my little doodles folks!!!

[baking-bugs]

Stop -- Hammer time !

[iamenits]

[wizzardkisser]

seeing divergence through the lens of it being a love story to matt (and exandria itself) really has solidified it for me. the fact that even in a party with two gods, mortality is treated as the most holy of things.

even beyond godhood -- and i truly can't stop thinking about bahamut and the all hammer doing the dirty work, the manual work, the tiring job of walking the world and experiencing the horrors of the calamity first hand in their mortal lives, and then having to carry that knowledge. when bahamut said that the gods knew the fights of the calamity were wrong because they would cause immense pain he meant both the primes and the betrayers. and it's so meaningful that the gods of justice, and righteousness, and creation were the ones who came with the idea of the gate. a last resource to protect that which is most worthy: mortals.

[deerest-deer]

lila + green

[yourcatras]

I was thinking maybe we could go to the cafeteria. Thought you might be hungry.

[ratsketches]

Inextricably bound in every universe 💞🌌✨

(designs by https://x.com/mitcheechee & https://x.com/flawnsfw with some slight tweaks to them)

[overtake]

“a sexual awakening so intense it registered on the richter scale” is the single best and most accurate description I have ever heard.

pov: you're 16 years old and doing the final test for your super license ahead of joining f1 as the youngest ever driver. you expect the doubt and hate, and you know you can prove on track why you deserve to be there once you actually get in a car, but until then, you just have to be the subject of everyone's headlines and criticism for a factor you can't control.

then this guy comes along.

race winner who got himself to a top team and is beating his world champion teammate, a cool older handsome charismatic guy with a giant smile and big brown eyes, beloved and kind while still being fiercely talented, competitive, and hungry? the guy who you met in 2011 and who gave you the time of day before you were old enough to sniff at the f1 grid. he's not even going to be your actual teammate (yet), but he still takes the time to tell you he's looking forward to seeing you on the grid when so much of what you've heard is nonstop criticism.

he tells you good luck for your super license with a big grin meant just for you

and this is how it makes you feel.

this is live footage of daniel ricciardo becoming a permanent fixture in max's spank bank. it's one of those foundational crushes you have at a young age that sticks with you for life and unconsciously affects "your type" forever and never truly goes away.

also, i just think everyone should hear the way max very softly says "he's a really nice guy, yeah" with so much affection packed into every word.

how are you not to psychosexually imprint on him? one look at that video and max was ready to risk it all. he's been metaphorically tucking his hair, kicking his feet, and giggling since day one. he found a guy who he could race hard, who would challenge him on track, but who would still make the miserable pr days better for them, who was always laughing at max's jokes every time he did his little glance over to ensure it landed. max is so fiercely loyal to his people, and daniel has clearly earned that trust.

tldr: max verstappen is number one dirlie and if he were on f1blr, he would be writing long posts with onboards, data, and that ☝️🤓 attitude of his explaining in detail why everyone is wrong about daniel, and i hope it haunts all the max fans who get their rocks off to calling daniel a washed asshole loser that max's porn folder is daniel late braking compilations.