#superidiot

[fs3mmedia]

The Trump Bible. You can't make this shit up unless you're him! King James WHO?

[gonkaccino]

don’t cry because it’s over. cry because it’s been 4 months since the mid-season break and we still don’t have any proof that the last few episodes will air this year, if they even get aired

[trazzywazzypatty]

in a city with a hero and an uncreative villain:

villain: AHAHAHAHA!! i've caught you now, superidiot!! prepare to taste my wrath!

hero: never fear! superidiot is here to save the–

(the villain whacks the hero on the head with a stick)

hero: OW DUDE WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT FOR?? AREN'T YOU SUPPOSED TO HAVE EVIL POWERS OR SOMETHING??

villain: ...i'm on a budget.

[suekreandtheidiots]

Have a few more noseless doodles from earlier this Summer, starting with this wee compilation:

Ali and Mick, being Ali and Mick.

2. A now thirteen-year-old Maisie (Ali is wailing somewhere in the back) trying to get into make up.

3. Kip. My life is Kip now. I dunno why that is, maybe that's my lost mom-gene kicking in late. 🤣 (Oh yeah, and his dad is a steamin' hot superidiot, kinda forgot about that for a second.)

Mick and Dex! 😍🥰 (And totally not me imagining Mick going for walks with Dex and getting all the lewks from the laydeez. 🤣)

Silly reunion stuff... it'll really kinda go like this, tho. 🤣

As I said above - my life is now The Foster Boys. 🤣 Kip turned 17 on August 19th and Fozzy took him on a trip to NYC.

There will be more Foster Boys stuff in the future, I'm afraid. You know me and my tendency to fall for side characters and giving them spotlight. 😅😂

[constanteyeburn]

Superbat (platonic or romantic) wip..it’s lego batman💕

“..Should I wear this batsuit,” Bruce paused to shake the suit in his left hand, “or this batsuit,” He picked up a suit nearly identical to the one in his left hand, the only noticeable difference was the blueish tint of the black areas of the suit. 

Bruce was suiting up to attend a gala hosted by Oliver Queen, as a tribute, a thank you, to the heros in their world. Bruce scowled in his head, he should’ve been the one to host it. He was better than Green Arrow anyway. He did cooler backflips. He was richer. And super macho.

Clark stood completely still in confusion, putting his supervision to good use, examining the different fabrics. 

“Um..the- the black one?” He guessed, confusion clear in his tone, hoping his answer was the one Bruce was looking for.

Bruce fixed him with a blank stare. He sighed before speaking, as if he were talking to a toddler, “They’re both black, Superidiot.”

Clark bit back a smile at the insult and responded, “Well..I guess the one in your left hand?”

Bruce stood pondering for a moment, before tossing the one in his left hand into the air. He chucked off his civilian clothes and got dressed in the blue-toned Batman suit.

“Your fashion sense is..interesting, no offense man, but I don’t think I want to wear a suit if you prefer it.”

“Ouch. I’m hurt Bruce.”

“The media will hurt me if I appear in that absurdly blue suit.”

“You can hardly tell the suit is blue!”

“Says the person with supervision.” 

___

Batman and Superman appeared at the gala separately, but in similar ways.

Superman flew down from the sky, with a smile bright enough to blind the sun he was floating in front of.

“Hello Star City citizens. Superman has arrived,” he announced as he touched the ground. The sound of hundreds of cameras entered his ears and he grinned ever more. The sound of the questions of the many reporters there were enough to overwhelm even those without super hearing. He smiled and promised the press he would answer their questions later and floated above their heads into the entrance of the gala.

Batman arrived not long after. Speeding into the city in his Batmobile, with flames spouting from the back. He drifted into the driveway and did a few donuts before hopping out of his car in a series of flips and other tricks. He quickly told his ‘puter to drive itself back home before the press got any ideas.

He relished in the feeling of being praised by the hundreds of people there.

“Batman! Batman! Is it true that you’re only a human in a league of metas?” A reporter shouted.

Batman squinted at him, responding, “uhhh..yeah, it’s pretty cool. I mean I’m pretty cool being so macho that I can go head to head with these superheros don’t you think?” He shot them a cocky wink and a lopsided grin.

“Batman! Is it true that you and Bruce Wayne are roommates?”

Oh..yeah. That part, uhh. He paused for a long moment before shouting, “HEY! Who wants some batman merch?!! The Newest “Who’s The Bat Man” cds are out!!” He pulled out a tshirt gun from nowhere and spun in circles distributing them to the crowd. He repeated his crazy process with all the different types of merch he had.

He laughed boisterously and shouted, “Would Bruce Wayne do that,” and then he stopped, and more quietly, to himself, “oh yeah, he totally would.”

The reporters now dropped out in Batman merch boxed him in even more, their questions getting even louder. He looked left and right before finally looking up.

He shot his grappling hook up towards the roof of the building and shouted, “Thanks for your questions guys! I’ve gotta attend that gala now!”

With a woosh he was pulled up towards the roof. He looked behind him to smile and wave at the press..and smacked against the building. Suddenly it became silent and the only sound heard was the noise he made when he slid off the roof and landed on the steps by the entrance. He popped up, brushing himself off.

With an, “I’m alright guys!” he rushed off into the building ready to party with the other league members..who hopefully would actually talk to him this time.

[harleyincrisis]

Part 8: Godzilla

||ʀᴀᴅɪᴏᴀᴄᴛɪᴠᴇ, ɪ ᴍᴏᴠᴇ ʟɪᴋᴇ ɢᴏᴅᴢɪʟʟᴀ

ɪ ᴋᴇᴇᴘ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ꜰʀᴀɴᴛɪᴄ, ɪ ᴋᴇᴇᴘ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ᴏꜰꜰ ᴋɪʟᴛᴇʀ||

[{I sat there staring as Superman talked, my eyes wide as he spoke of letting me free to hunt 𝐻𝐼𝑀 down. Was this a joke? My walk into death, the ultimate punchline of the Justice League’s plans. I pinched the inside of my left palm, pinching at the skin between my thumb and index finger with the thumb of my right hand. I had to be dreaming. This couldn’t be real. Am I even safe to let outside of these walls? “ℍ𝕒𝕣𝕝𝕖𝕪?” I snapped out of my spiraling thoughts and looked at the three in front of me. “𝕎𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕕𝕠 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕜? ℂ𝕒𝕟 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕕𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕖𝕥𝕦𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕠 𝔾𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕞 𝕥𝕠 𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕡 𝕦𝕤 𝕥𝕣𝕒𝕔𝕜 𝕕𝕠𝕨𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕁𝕠𝕜𝕖𝕣?” I hesitated, my lips parting to speak a couple times but no words left them. I took a breath and collected my thoughts for a moment.}]

𝐼– 𝓌𝒶𝒾𝓉 𝒹𝑜 𝐼 𝒽𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝒶 𝒸𝒽𝑜𝒾𝒸𝑒? 𝐼 𝒸𝒶𝓃 𝒻𝒾𝓃𝒹 𝒽𝒾𝓂, 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉’𝓈 𝓃𝑜𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒾𝓈𝓈𝓊𝑒. 𝐼–𝐼 𝒹𝑜𝓃’𝓉 𝓀𝓃𝑜𝓌 𝒾𝒻 𝐼 𝒸𝒶𝓃 𝒸𝑜𝓃𝓉𝓇𝑜𝓁 𝓂𝓎𝓈𝑒𝓁𝒻. 𝒲𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝒾𝒻… 𝒲𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝒾𝒻 𝐼’𝓂 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒹𝒶𝓃𝑔𝑒𝓇𝑜𝓊𝓈 𝑜𝓃𝑒?

[{Tears pricked at the corners of my eyes as my throat tightened. I quickly moved a hand to wipe them free before they streaked my cheeks and cleared my throat with a small cough. The three heroes laughed as if they had just heard the funniest joke they’ve ever heard. “𝕀 𝕕𝕠𝕟’𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕜 𝕨𝕖’𝕝𝕝 𝕟𝕖𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕠 𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕣𝕪 𝕒𝕓𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥.” Superidiot’s words sparked a rage within me. Did he really think I wasn’t dangerous? Wow, I guess they really did see me as nothing more than a bumbling sidekick. I was nothing more than entertainment. I stood from my chair, offended at the thought.}]

𝐹𝒾𝓃𝑒. 𝒲𝒽𝑒𝓃 𝒸𝒶𝓃 𝐼 𝓁𝑒𝒶𝓋𝑒?

[{The three quieted for a moment and looked between each other. “𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕔𝕒𝕟 𝕝𝕖𝕒𝕧𝕖 𝕨𝕙𝕖𝕟𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝕪𝕠𝕦’𝕣𝕖 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕪.” I nodded and walked out of the room. My arms crossed over my chest as I walked, hugging myself as I pressed the tips of my fingers into my biceps. Who the fuck do they think they are? They’re no better than the villains they fight. Arrogant and conceited. I’ll show them. I would become 𝙏𝙃𝙀 problem. Fuck being a hero anymore. Fuck changing my ways. Harleen Quinzel died in a pit of acid, leaving behind the quiet life, and the non-threatening push over she was. One thing Joker was right about; no one gives a fuck about a sidekick. I would no longer be 𝐀𝐍𝐘𝐎𝐍𝐄’𝐒 sidekick. I would no longer be the joke. I reached my room and ripped through the clothes of my closet, moving the racks aside as I searched for the case that held my old outfit. I pulled each piece out and ripped the fabric to restitch and rebuild a new look. Red’s and Black’s pulled together. Once everything was patched and tied as I liked, I pulled them on. I debated on returning my eye mask to my face, but did it matter? I tossed it aside, leaving it to remain in the past. I pulled on my boots, clicking them to the tile floor, ensuring that they still made that sweet but terrifying “𝘤𝘭𝘶𝘯𝘬-𝘤𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘬” against the floor. I walked out of my room and down the long stretch of hall. Batgirl waited at the heavy doors, her jaw ajar as her eyes roamed over me. Perfect. Shock and Awe just what I needed to see. I reached a hand out and raised it to bring her lips back together. I lowered my palm and gestured for her to give me something. Batgirl shook out her thoughts and refocused now on my outstretched hand.}]

𝐼 𝒸𝒶𝓃’𝓉 𝒿𝓊𝓈𝓉 𝒷𝑒 𝓌𝒶𝓁𝓀𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒢𝑜𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓂 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽𝑜𝓊𝓉 𝒶 𝓌𝑒𝒶𝓅𝑜𝓃, 𝒹𝑜 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒽𝑜𝓌 𝓭𝓪𝓷𝓰𝓮𝓻𝓸𝓾𝓼 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓌𝑜𝓊𝓁𝒹 𝒷𝑒 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝓁𝒾𝓁 𝑜𝓁' 𝓂𝑒?

[{I gave a snorted laugh at my own words. I am the 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫. Batgirl was one of the many that didn’t believe that. Yet. She would. In time. Batgirl nodded as the thought seemed to pop in her mind. “𝚁𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝, 𝙳𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝙷𝚊𝚖𝚖𝚎𝚛” I shook my head, the hammer was a favorite but i needed something I could use in quick swipes.}] 

𝒩𝑜, 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒷𝒶𝓉….𝒷𝒶𝓈𝑒𝒷𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝒷𝒶𝓉.. 𝒩𝑜𝓉 𝓣𝓗𝓔 𝒷𝒶𝓉.. 𝒯𝒽𝒶𝓉’𝒹 𝒷𝑒 𝓌𝑒𝒾𝓇𝒹.

[{I waited as she stepped aside to another room. I raised up on my toes and leaned to try and see the code she was typing in. Her body blocked too much of the keypad for me to see more than the 2 that she pressed. I lowered my heels to the floor just to raise on my toes again, hiding the attempt to see the code when she had turned to look back at me as well as giving my calves a nice little stretch. After a few moments she returned with my scribbled and messy painted baseball bat and handed it to me. My fingers wrapped slowly over the grip tape as I took it from her. My eyes roamed over the body of the bat, blood splattered, paint splattered, staining the wood beneath. I gave it a twirl and grinned. I had missed it. “𝙰𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚢?” Batgirl asked as she pulled out an ear piece and reached to place it in my ear. I flinched and jumped back, unsure of what she was doing. “𝙸𝚝’𝚜 𝚜𝚘 𝚠𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚖𝚞𝚗𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚒𝚏 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚊𝚍 𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚜".}]

𝑀𝒽𝓂.. 𝓈𝓊𝓇𝑒... 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒿𝓊𝓈𝓉 𝓌𝒶𝓃𝓉 𝓉𝑜 𝒽𝑒𝒶𝓇 𝓂𝑒 𝓅𝑒𝑒..

[{I plucked the earpiece from her and placed it in my ear myself. Batgirl tapped hers and spoke into it, “𝚃𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐” I pressed a finger to mine and heard the line clear before I gave a “𝐿𝑜𝓊𝒹 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒞𝓁𝑒𝒶𝓇” in return. I turned to wait for the doors to finally part open for me. My first spot to check would be 𝐀𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐌𝐢𝐥𝐞. Even if that bastard wasn’t hiding out there, 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙤𝙣𝙚 would be. I felt something snap against my wrist and felt it squeeze as it locked in place. I raised my eyes to look from the shiny bracelet to Batgirl.}]

𝒯𝒽𝒶𝓉’𝓈 𝓈𝓌𝑒𝑒𝓉 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒶𝓁𝓁, 𝒷𝓊𝓉 𝐼 𝓊𝒽.. 𝐼 𝒹𝑜𝓃’𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝓀 𝓌𝑒 𝓌𝑜𝓊𝓁𝒹 𝓌𝑜𝓇𝓀 𝑜𝓊𝓉 𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓎 𝓌𝑒𝓁𝓁. 𝒴𝑜𝓊 𝓀𝓃𝑜𝓌 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒷𝑒𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒶 𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑜 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓂𝑒 𝒷𝑒𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓃𝑜𝓉 𝒶 𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑜.. 𝐼𝓉 𝒾𝓈 𝒶 𝒸𝓊𝓉𝑒 𝑔𝑒𝓈𝓉𝓊𝓇𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝑜𝓊𝑔𝒽.. [{I tried to tug the bracelet off, but it only tightened more, causing me a wince. “𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚝’𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝...𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝.." Batgirl gave a heavy sigh, clearly annoyed with me already. “𝙸𝚝’𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚞𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚢𝚘𝚞. 𝙸𝚗 𝚌𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚌𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚞𝚙 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚙𝚞𝚕𝚕 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚘𝚞𝚝.” OH, 𝙣𝙤𝙬 they care? All it took was Joker nearly sending me off a roof for them to care? The door popped free with a loud squeak and squeal as they slid open, breaking me from my string of thoughts. I stepped through them and was met with the batmobile running. I sighed, and let out a long breath filled with annoyance. “𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐞, 𝐥𝐞𝐭'𝐬 𝐠𝐨.” Batman spoke as he moved to the running car. I shook my head.}]

𝒴𝑜𝓊 𝓀𝓃𝑜𝓌 𝓌𝒽𝒶𝓉’𝓈 𝓂𝑜𝓇𝑒 𝑒𝓂𝒷𝒶𝓇𝓇𝒶𝓈𝓈𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓃 𝒶 𝓅𝒶𝓇𝑒𝓃𝓉 𝒹𝓇𝒾𝓋𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓉𝑜 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝒻𝒾𝓇𝓈𝓉 𝓅𝒶𝓇𝓉𝓎, 𝓉𝑒𝓁𝓁𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓃𝑜𝓉 𝓉𝑜 𝒹𝑜 “𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓭𝓻𝓾𝓰𝓼”? 𝐵𝑒𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒹𝓇𝑜𝓅𝓅𝑒𝒹 𝑜𝒻𝒻 𝒷𝓎 𝓨𝓞𝓤. 𝒩𝑜 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓃𝓀𝓈. 𝐼'𝒹 𝓇𝒶𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝓌𝒶𝓁𝓀.

[{Batman shook his head as he attempted to reach for me. I took off in a run ahead of him and jumped in the black car, quickly mashing buttons to close the doors and lock myself in. I clicked more buttons on the control panel and grinned when the steering wheel popped free. My foot pressed down on the accelerator and I sped off down the driveway. Halfway to the main road I pulled off to do a few donuts in the field just for the hell of it. Batbrains would get it back but it would be beat to hell when I’m done with it. When Batman was spotted in the cameras, I took off down the road, with a  loud roar, flames catching as the grass burned behind me. The ear piece buzzed, “𝐃𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮’𝐫𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠?” I smirked as I pulled the turbo lever forward as I responded.}]

𝐻𝑜𝓂𝑒.

[prettytm]

🙌 matt

Grab Billy By the Throat - Accepting - @rejectory

"Promise, devil."

He lulls quietly, head tilted to the side in an appearance of bored and disinterest. There's only one reason the devil's slipped out of Hell's Kitchen to find him of all people.. He's unsure where he should be annoyed or amused. He's leaning more towards finding the humor in the run in but in all honesty.. He wasn't Frank's errand boy, he wasn't his keeper and even now branded Jigsaw.. He wasn't about to sell him out to anyone. Especially not a quarter and dime superidiot.

"I don't know where he's at."

[frankcf8800]

#superidiot https://www.instagram.com/p/CQYR441B2dSTMisQTzUgoavEc072MlyzGGec2I0/?utm_medium=tumblr

[halfholytrinity]

rewatching season 3 of CWSG during the current pause and phew the TEnSIoN between Supergirl and Lena after the whole Sam/Reign-in-the-lab reveal... damn. 

“You have secrets. I can get on board with that”

like jeeeeeez Kara so many missed opportunities to reveal yourself smh you know Lena Luthor of all people CAN keep a secret ugh these idiotas is2g 

I used to be neutral on how long it took Kara to reveal but nah hon you strung her along far too long :// 

[superidiotics]

well then, Bacon Ice Cream + Nana

okay so like most of my headcanons for superidiots are pretty coherent (elska sunk the titanic and such not withstanding)

I think the only thing that really fits this ask is like... well. Nana and Jamie both know morse code. And are totally willing to communicate with it to confuse their friends. So Cecil walks into the living room, hears aggressive tapping, and just walks right back out.

[tonkystronky]

im here im queer ive got some WHOLESOME CONTENT.

This is for the @goodthingshappenbingo square “waking up together” and its sOFT and also for a very special person uwu @la-na-da

The first time they woke up next to each other, it had been four months since they started dating, eleven weeks since their first kiss, and 12 hours since their first ‘I love you’s, but before everything else.

They didn’t know about each other's powers or anything that was to come. They weren’t planning their future wedding or considering whether or not they wanted kids. They hadn’t stopped worrying that they were too affectionate in public, but they knew they loved one another, and that was enough for now.

Jules woke up first, not realizing where he was and bolting up, waking Cecil—who groaned and rolled over, burying his face in a pillow—in the process. He looked down at his boyfriend, who was now trying to fall back asleep, and let out a deep breath as he leaned down to press a kiss to the back of his head.

“Babe,” He whispered, smiling as Cecil just grumbled, “Wake up.” “Too early.”

Snorting, he flipped Cecil over, making him gasp as Jules held his wrists down. Jules very much didn’t expect the sudden shock to his hands and bolted backward with an “Ow! ” before rubbing his hands on the sheets.

Cecil stared at him with wide eyes, frozen for a moment before he rushed to apologize, tripping over his words. He went silent as Jules began to laugh and slowly, a hesitant smile broke out across his face.

"Static electricity, right? It's annoying as hell," Jules said as his laughter came to an end, a grin remaining on his face. But before Cecil could reply, he continued, "But I'd live through any amount of it for you."

Cecil made a choked noise, looking down at the bed in an attempt to hide the flush he was sure was spreading across his face.

A finger gently lifted his head until he was facing Jules, who leaned in to press a quick kiss to his lips. He pulled back, just enough to whisper a quiet 'I love you' against Cecil's lips.

And even though it was before so much, they already both knew there was no place they'd rather be.

[superidiots-superfan]

whatever you do dont imagine child cassian trying to make friends but getting brushed off because "hes a monster" dont do it dont imaGINE IT-

I did.

I imagined it-

How dare you do this to me? YoU MONSTER

[ask-the-superidiots]

The ask box is now open! Send in your asks for these magnificent dorks

[artie-emis]

What are your top five fandoms you are a part of

That really depends on what I'm focusing on at the moment!

But right now I'd say is:

-My Babysitter's A Vampire

-Ben 10

-The Powerpuff Girls

-Marvel (specifically IronDad

-and maybe Detroit: Become Human

[facepalming-since-chernobyl]

A serious talk.

If shit went to actual HELL, aka William was murdered because he was involved with the superfriends, and Esme was kidnapped, while all of the superidiots were undercovers, then what could have happened right after Kara so happily revealed her identity to the entire universe?

Hmmmm, oh right

But sure, the show ended right after she became Kardashian, so for sure they all got their HEA, riiiiight?

I seriously HATE when shows treat me like an idiot.

[frankcf8800]

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