#so now i decided to post it too

[hinamie]

03/20

hbd itadori yuuji the mc of all time!!!!!!

[demonicsuffrage]

It's a pretty sweet headcanon that Bruce has photos of his kids that he keeps with him at all times, in his trusty bat-wallet in the trusty bat-utility belt, but the story of how he got those photos is probably even better

Like, baby robin Dick was swinging around one day, and flipped right into Bruce's arms who was anxiously waiting to catch him(new parents smh). Alfred took the picture sneakily, because it's hard getting the hyperactive child acrobat to ever stay still

Jason's photo is the one that they took at the courthouse when Jason was officially adopted. He has a gap tooth and is smiling widely at the camera, adoption certificate proudly displayed in his hands

Tim's photo is one that Bruce found in tim's old camera while going through it, and one rare Tim selfie popped up, bowl cut and all. He's holding up a victory sign while discreetly trying to pose in front of Batman and Robin

Cass' photo is one that Alfred clicked, she's fast asleep next to Bruce on the sofa, tired after patrol, their expressions and postures identical, biological child both in and out of the costume

Duke's photo is one that he had before being adopted into the Waynes, when his parents had taken a photo of him shaking hands with Bruce Wayne, for a fundraiser photo-op that Bruce was doing. Duke looked so excited and happy in it, that Bruce demanded a copy for himself

Damian's photo is the one which him and Bruce took for a 'Bring your kid to work day' very soon after Talia dropped him off at Gotham. His and Bruce's relationship is still a little rocky, but the way Damian was subtly trying his best to copy Bruce's stance in the photo made it's place in Bruce's wallet permanent

[olasketches]

03/20

[arielluva]

goodnight, himemiya

[wasyago]

welp, didn't manage to get everything out before season 10 started, but i gotta post it one way or another so here we go! heard there was a fandom swap game going on, wanted to do a couple promts of my own :D

[snatcher-no-snatching]

silly mock graphic of a michael myers tee I saw in a spencers LOL

i'm early, but happy valentines day!

[willowtreemoth]

Oh yay, another Kirby thing.

I swear, something about Elfilis changes every time I draw them.

Also this would probably look a lot better if I put a tad more effort into it, but unfortunately if I work on this any longer I might just go insane.

[marigraphia]

I've had this pose ref saved for a while and the Superman set photos just gave off the same energy 👉🏻👈🏻

The reference is this photo of Katharine Hepburn as Antiope and Colin Keith-Johnston as Theseus in the 1932 play 'The Warrior's Husband' (and I'd love for people to turn into a draw your otp meme pls pls pls this pose is so good)

And also, of course, the Superman (2025) set photos

[lovetommyactually]

BuckTommy Ι WC: 2.5k Ι cw: gunshot, blood, hostage situation (implied i think)

[below or on ao3]

The chopper finally crested the horizon, its rotors cutting the air like thunder. The unmistakable shape of Tommy’s bird. Buck’s heart kicked so hard it stole his breath.

He stood at the edge of the landing zone, shoes sunk into the dirt, hands clenched into fists.

He’s coming back, for real this time.

They said it was a success. The rescue team Tommy was flying were the first to escape. And the rest—it had been finalized by now—A success.

But Buck couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t cheer. Not yet. Not without seeing him first.

The chopper descended slow, steady.

And Buck waited.

*

[four hours earlier]

By the time the tactical teams arrived, Tommy had been held at gunpoint for hours—forced to fly, move equipment, keep the bird in the air while they unloaded chemicals for god knows what.

He was dehydrated, bruised, but alive.

…And stupid.

Because the first thing he did after they pulled him from the chopper was chug a bottle of water and say, “I know what they’re planning. Let me help stop them. Let me help save my guy.”

Everyone hesitated. But he was former military. He knew how they operated. He’d seen the inside.

And just like that, he was in again.

Buck had gone up, on the helipad where Tommy was waiting alone for the team to gather. It was sunset time, soft light spilling gold across the rooftop. Tommy sat on a crate, elbows on his knees, head down.

Buck sat beside him. “That was clever, what you said.”

Tommy looked over, eyes dull but alert. He managed a half-smile.

“Knew you’d catch it.”

Buck gestured to the side of his own face, mimicking the angle of Tommy’s darkening bruise.

“You okay?”

Tommy laughed. “Yeah. Tried to run once. You know. Wasn't clever.”

He rubbed his jaw, the bruise spreading down his neck.

“I got this… And my probie—he got shot in the foot, Evan... I- need him to be alive.”

Buck swallowed, nodding slowly. “H-He will… they’ll get him home.”

Tommy looked down at his hands, flexed his fingers once, then again.

“I keep thinking…” he said quietly, eyes still on his hands. “If I’d just been smarter. If I’d questioned it harder. I knew it didn’t feel right.”

His jaw clenched.

“I shouldn’t have landed. I shouldn’t have let us walk right into it.”

Buck opened his mouth, but Tommy shook his head before he could speak.

“He trusted me, Evan. First shift out, and I walked him into a trap.”

“You didn’t plan this…”

“It should be me out there with them right now.”

Buck blinked hard. “You’re not invincible, Tommy.”

“I know.”

Tommy’s voice cracked, just for a moment. “But I can handle it—myself, I’ve done this before. He’s hasn’t.”

“Tommy—”

The team started coming up—voices echoing, boots scuffing against the roof.

Tommy moved to stand, but Buck reached out and grabbed his arm before he could climb back into the second chopper, voice low and breaking

“You almost died in there. Can you just—please, can you not be a hero for once? Let them do it?”

“Evan…”

Buck’s grip on Tommy’s arm tightened, not like a firefighter trying to hold someone back, but like a man trying to stop his whole world from walking away.

“I-I saw your name in the system—‘non-responsive pilot.’ I thought… shit, Tommy, I thought you were—” He shook his head, voice cracking. “I thought I’d never get the chance to talk to you again. After w-what I said last time—Tommy, I-I didn’t mean it. I swear, I didn’t. Please just let me explain. Just... s-stay. You can’t just run back in like none of this matters. Like we don’t matter.”

“It matters,” Tommy said quietly. “You matter. We matter. But—”

“Then stay.” Buck’s voice cracked. “Stay and talk to me. Please. You’re not okay—w-we’re not okay. You left and we never—” He bit the inside of his cheek. “We never got to fix it.”

Tommy adjusted his vest, fingers steady but slow. He looked up finally, eyes tired but clear.

“We can—w-we will.” He reached out briefly, brushed the back of Buck’s hand with his knuckles.

Buck’s voice softened, pleading now. “You’re tired, Tommy. Let the team handle it.”

Tommy shook his head.

“It’ll be faster if I go. I’ve been flying around for them for almost thirty hours—I have it mapped. I know the terrain. I know where they might move.”

He hesitated, just a beat.

“I’ll come back, Evan. We’ll talk… After this... I got him into this. I should be the one keeping him safe.” His jaw tightened. “Not sitting here waiting while someone else does it for me.”

And he was gone.

*

[the present]

The chopper touched down.

The team ran forward to meet the medics—laughing, breathless, covered in ash and adrenaline. Tommy’s probie was limping, clearly injured, but alive. He’d be okay.

One of them shouted over the noise, grinning wide— “Kinard’s a damn legend! He flew us through open fire— no one else could’ve done it.”

Another added, breathless and awed—“That’s a damn good soldier! He flew us through hell no one else could’ve pulled that off!”

Buck’s chest swelled with pride. He wanted to kiss Tommy for all this—just as much as he wanted to smack him.

But he didn’t come out yet.

The pilot side was still shut. And Buck was done waiting.

So, He ran… He climbed up, shoes slipping a little against the slick metal. He yanked the door open—

—and the world dropped out from under him.

Tommy was slumped forward in the seat. One hand still rested against the control stick. The other was pressed weakly to his side, red soaking his flight suit through his fingers in thick, pulsing waves.

His head lolled toward Buck at the movement, lips parted, breathing shallow.

“Hey,” Tommy mumbled, voice wet and strained. “Took you long enough,”

“T-Tommy—” Buck’s voice cracked. He unbuckled him fast, hands shaking, then moved Tommy’s trembling hand aside to press his own against the wound.

“Shit—shit, Tommy, that’s a lot of blood.”

Tommy blinked slowly, dazed. “Didn’t… notice at the time.” He had, though. Somewhere between the smoke and fire. He just hadn’t cared.

A pause. A weak breath. “I was still flying… Think adrenaline was doing the flying.”

Buck pulled him out of the cockpit, lowering him to the dirt as gently as he could—but Tommy still tensed with a sharp, guttural groan.

“Ah—fuck—” Tommy hissed, every movement sending pain ripping through his side. His eyes fluttered, breath catching. “God, that hurts, Evan...”

Buck cradled his head with one hand and pressed the other hard into the wound. Blood coated his palm instantly—warm and thick.

Stomach wound. Close to the liver. Too much blood. Too fast.

“Help!” Buck shouted, voice breaking. “Medics! I need medics—now!”

Chaos spun around him—shouting, boots hitting the ground, someone calling for a trauma bag.

Tommy winced, blinking hard. “Is everyone okay?”

Buck’s face twisted. “No, Tommy—everyone is not okay!”

Tommy tried to focus, lashes fluttering. “Who’s hurt?”

“You are, you stubborn idiot.”

“Oh…” Tommy breathed, barely audible. “Anyone ’lse?”

Hen’s voice snapped through the noise, “Buck—move your hand for just a second—Chimney, start a line!”

Then, softer, as she knelt beside them “Hey, Tommy. We got you, okay? Stay with us.”

Her hands moved fast across his vest, lifting it enough to see the soaked undershirt beneath.

“Damn. It got him under the edge,” she muttered. “Vest didn’t catch it.”

Chimney dropped to his knees on the other side, already tearing open gauze and pushing gloves on with shaking hands.

“What the hell happened?”

“He was flying bleeding out, that’s what happened!” Buck yelled, barely keeping it together. “He didn’t tell anyone—he didn’t—”

“’didn’t.. know Ev’n!” Tommy protested

Chimney let out a breath, almost a laugh, even as he started placing the Life Pak. “Always trying to be cool, Tommy.”

“Okay, okay,” Hen said firmly. “We’ve got him. You did good, Buck. Just stay with us.”

But Buck couldn’t stop pressing, couldn’t stop staring at Tommy’s face—already too pale, lips tinged red from what he’d coughed up just moments earlier.

Tommy blinked slowly, smile fading.

His hand lifted, trembling, streaked with blood—and he reached out, brushing Buck’s cheek.

“H-hey… Ev—’s okay…” Tommy slurred, barely audible. “It doesn’t h’rt..”

Buck caught it—his own hand rising to cover Tommy’s, holding it in place against his face, grounding them both.

“Jesus Tommy—we’ve got you. Just—”

“‘s so dark… can’t see y’” His fingertips left a red smear across Buck’s face, like he was trying to memorize him with what little strength he had left.

“S-sorry.”

For the blood. For getting hurt. For a thousand things he never fixed.

Buck shook his head, eyes glassy. “It’s okay. It’s okay, Tommy—you’re okay. Just stay with us. Please.”

Tommy coughed—hard—blood bubbling at the corner of his mouth.

His eyes fluttered. His lips moved again, slower, more effort now.

“Jus’… so y’know… Evan…” A breath. Shaky. Fragile. “Wasn’t… jus’ a code. I did… love you. I love y’. Ne’er… stopped.”

Buck’s breath hitched.

His eyes slammed shut for half a second, like the words physically struck him—and when they opened again, they were full of tears. His grip on Tommy’s hand tightened. He leaned in, forehead almost brushing Tommy’s, as if he could will him to stay.

His lips parted again, weaker this time.

“Didn’t mean to…”

Buck voice barely came out. “I know, Tommy. I know. You didn’t.”

“…M-mess it up…”

“You didn’t mess anything up. J-just stay with me—please.”

Hen’s voice cut in fast—calm, commanding. “Okay, we’ve got to move him—on my count. Chim, grab the board. Buck, I need your help.”

“Yeah—yeah, I’ve got him,” Buck said hoarsely, still gripping Tommy’s hand like a lifeline.

Chimney slid the backboard into place as Buck shifted, crouched low, one arm already under Tommy’s back, the other at his shoulders.

“Tommy, buddy, don’t make this harder than it already is—stay with us, man,” Chim muttered, voice tight. “How many times do I gotta save your life, huh?”

Tommy huffed—a breath, really, more air than sound. Almost a laugh. Then winced sharply, the motion pulling through his whole body.

“One, two, three—” Hen counted.

They lifted together—Buck moving with them, careful, steady, still murmuring under his breath: “I’ve got you. I’ve got you. You’re okay.”

They settled him onto the gurney. Straps fastened. Bag ready.

“Ev… Jus’ a min… gi’ me a… sec…” Tommy said as his eyes began to close.

“Hey—h-hey, no!” Buck’s voice shattered. “Tommy—no, stay awake—stay with me!”

Tommy’s eyes rolled back. A twitch. A sound like a breath that got lost halfway out.

The hand Buck was holding fell limp in his palm.

“Tommy?”

“We lost his pulse—he’s crashing!” Chimney shouted, voice sharp.

Buck froze.

“Tommy—? No. No no no—”

No pulse. No pulse. No pulse—

“Buck—compressions, now! I’ve got the bleed!” Hen snapped, already pressing hard into the wound with both hands. “We’ll deal with the damage later—just get his heart going!”

Buck’s hands moved on instinct before she even finished.

Chest compressions. Breath. More blood.

His voice cracked with every count.

“Please—please don’t do this to me, Tommy—”

His shoulders shook.

“You always do this, Tommy—”

He sobbed.

“You always run—this is how you run this time?! Y-you said we’d talk… you said we’d fix this—”

He broke.

“Come on… stop running, Tommy!”

His voice cracked again.

“Come on, Tommy—come on, baby, come on, come on—”

He pressed harder. Faster. Desperate.

The world spun around him—lights, sirens, shouting—but Buck only saw the man beneath his hands.

And he wasn’t letting him go.

*

It was quiet when Tommy woke up.

Too quiet from what he last remembered.

No shouting. No alarms. No wind against the rotors. No Buck yelling his name like it was the only thing left tethering him to life.

Just the slow, steady beeping of a heart monitor.

He woke up slowly.

Not all at once—just in fragments.

Pain first. Dull and deep, radiating from somewhere in his stomach. Then the weight in his chest. His throat, raw. Something pressed under his nose—oxygen.

His eyelids dragged open.

White ceiling, pale, unfamiliar. Fluorescent hum. Hospital.

For a moment, he panicked.

Shit.

His hand hurt.

Which didn’t make sense. He didn’t remember hurting his hand.

It took a few seconds—long, sluggish seconds—before he realized it wasn’t pain exactly. It was pressure. Something wrapped around it. Warm. Steady. Too tight.

His fingers twitched.

The grip jolted, just slightly—and then Tommy felt it

A breath. Right against his side.

A forehead resting lightly near his hip.

Evan.

Still here. Still holding his hand like it was the only thing keeping him anchored.

Tommy blinked slowly, exhaling a soft, rasping breath.

“’m alive?”

Buck stirred fast. Sat up. Eyes wide.

“Tommy—? Hey. Oh my God—hey—” His voice cracked with every word.

And Tommy—smiling just barely, weak and aching—whispered, “Did I mess up again?”

Buck let out a laugh that sounded half like a sob. “What? no. You scared the hell out of me, but no. You didn’t mess up anything.”

Tommy blinked slowly, groggy. “Y-you were yelling…”

Buck laughed again—shakier this time. “Yeah, well… you coded in my arms—twice, so—y-yeah. I was yelling.”

He swallowed hard.

“A-and then you were in surgery for… six hours? Seven? They wouldn’t tell us anything except ‘we’re doing what we can.’ The whole time, Tommy.” His voice cracked. “The whole time.”

“You should’ve seen you,” Buck added, voice low. “You didn’t move. But I—God, I think I forgot how to breathe until they said you made it through.”

Tommy let out a soft, broken breath. He winced. “M’sorry.”

“Don’t apologize. Just—don’t ever do that again.”

Tommy gave the faintest smile. “Wasn’t... part of the plan.”

Buck huffed, still gripping his hand. “Don’t make plans to be a hero again.”

Tommy’s smile twisted, wry and cracked. “Can’t promise you that.”

“I know…” Buck brought their joined hands to his chest and whispered, “You said we’d talk.”

Tommy nodded, barely. “Then let’s talk.”

Buck smiled—just a little—and looked down, eyes still wet. He nodded once. “I’ll get the nurse first.”

But he didn’t move.

The silence stretched. Still. Safe.

Then Tommy squeezed his hand.

“Evan…”

Buck’s head snapped up. “Uh—s-sorry—”

Tommy shook his head slowly. “No. S’okay…”

He smiled faintly.

“I came back.”

Buck’s tears finally gave up.

“You c-came back…”

His face broke somewhere between a laugh and a sob, and he shook his head, leaning forward until his forehead dropped gently against Tommy’s shoulder.

Tommy winced at the sudden weight—but his hand moved instinctively, threading weakly through Buck’s hair.

“Shhh… s’okay, baby,” he whispered. “I’m here now. I got you.”

[artsyaprilmr]

sorry for posting the same thing again but now it's colored and reblogable (? is this a word?)

[hinamie]

もう一回、もう一回

[expelliarmus]

I don't believe in destiny, but if destiny exists, then it is heading for Donna Noble.

[darkdragon768]

Various doodles of the Dorito Twins.

I just like to play with them like dolls and put them into situations.

[bisexualmcqueen]

so i figured out the funniest possible way to do the 'salqueen babies' trope

he then finds someplace better (cave)

cuddle pile time

she's framing that.

they are a crazy but happy family <3

[candyje11yfish]

slight redesign. love her🩻🩸

[littlestormofmess]

happy birthday serizawa love of my life who is sooo canonically trans he was born on trans visibility day can you believe that

these trinkets our man is sporting double as gifts i headcanon the spirits and such post canon gang would give serizawa AND things i wanna add everytime i draw him (if i remember, fingers crossed)

uhh so yeah i suck at words and i'm so very tired but shout out trans people, we are so cool and awesome 🩵🩷🤍🩷🩵