#they are all very competitive

[silvantransthranduiltrash]

Legolas, Lasgen, Kleoyia, and Lirion once had a competition to see who could wear heals the longest. The conditions were that they always had to wear the heals unless they were going to bed to sleep (they could not take the heels off for fighting, parkour, relaxing, or even s*x) and they would pick each other’s heals.

The competition lasted for over 30 years.

It’s shenanigans like these that keep these siblings from going insane over the many millennia that they live through.

[nerves-nebula]

i love to see people who are like "you can talk about csa but not around minors that's gross!" like idk how to tell you this but. who do you think is getting csa'd. i'll give you a hint: the first letter in csa does not stand for "adult"

[bixels]

Be honest, what are your thoughts on appledash? Do you hate it or its more of not a big deal

Not a big deal to me. I like it, I see all the appeals, I just personally like Rarijack more.

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 293

Jason takes a deep breath. He takes a deep breath, in for ten seconds, out for eight, and just takes a minute before looking again. Nope, there’s still the strange quartet of orbs in the box of what should be stolen weapons (What, the government had enough, honestly) that gave his workers the heebie-jeebies. 

Which is not the vibe he gets from them. In fact, he’s actually kind of concerned with how much he has to beat the Pit back with how quickly it lurches to latch onto the… Well they’re not gems, and he’s a little wary about touching them at first, but the Pit does seem to settle when he does.

Alright, he can deal with this. It’s not like he has several heads in a duffel bag that needs to be delivered or a tiny assassin child back in his safehouse (Seriously Talia, why was he the preferred babysitter?) or an entire gang in Crime Alley to deal with. It’ll be fine. 

…

He would like to curse out his past self, because there’s now four babies in his safehouse that appeared to have fucking hatched from the orbs. Goddamnit. 

[rippledawn]

I think all gay women should be watching climbing, one because it’s super fun to watch but also guys have you seen how buff climbers are??? So many back muscles holy shit 🥵

My favourite climber, Janja Garnbret looks like this like holy shit guys

Not to be a lesbian on main but wow wow wow

[sysig]

Those wacky skeletons ♥ (Patreon)

[meidui]

Steve Rogers in Avengers: Endgame (2019)

[bewareofthenewphannie]

I love how dan helps phil without hesitation and without phil having to ask because it so clearly makes him happy to see phil happy and to see his vision work out and it's so easy and natural...and then he pushes the candyfloss into the glass at the end. everything in perfect balance, as it should be.

[robbyykeene]

Anyway I wish this show was actually bold enough to give Miguel an arc exploring his feelings of entitlement over the captaincy spot. Throughout the show Johnny has repeatedly told Miguel that Robby is a lost cause but hey, It’s okay because he has Miguel now. That Miguel’s his champion, his Number One Boy. So how could Miguel not feel at least somewhat entitled to the captain spot? How could he not feel insecure about his place in Johnny’s life with Robby not just back in the picture, but now literally taking the number one spot? When Johnny has repeatedly put into both kids heads that when it comes to his love and attention its one vs. the other, how could there be no lingering feelings of resentment and jealousy?

[the-broken-pen]

“You’re going to blow out your arms,” the villain observed. They watched as the hero merely grit their teeth, shoving themself through another pull-up. It looked painful, and if the sweat slicking the hero’s brow was any indication, it was.

They waited for the hero to let themself drop from the bar and accept the villain was stronger. But they didn’t.

Three more pull-ups, and the villain stepped in.

“Hero,” they said slowly. “You’re about to tear the ligaments in your arms. You need to stop.”

The hero blew out a shuddering breath. Struggled for purchase, fighting gravity—and let themself drop.

The hero’s hands were bleeding, calluses torn open by the bar. The hero didn’t seem bothered when their own hands shook so much that their blood began to splatter on the gym floor.

For a moment, the villain could only stare at them.

Shit.

They didn’t know how to handle this. They knew the hero was dedicated. They knew the hero was strong, and perpetually trying to be stronger, but they hadn’t thought…

They hadn’t thought the hero would be so willing to tear apart their own body for success.

It was supposed to be fun, the villain thought. They felt a little sick as the hero pressed their palms together to soothe the bleeding, an action that was practiced and familiar. As if they had done this before.

The hero reached for something in their bag, smearing blood on the side, and pulled out a roll of blue electrical tape. The villain didn’t understand why, until the hero tore a strip off and made to wrap their hands with it.

The hero would be the death of them.

They crouched in front of the hero, plucking the electrical tape out of their hands.

“What are you doing with this?”

The hero blinked at the villain like they were the strange one in this situation.

“Wrapping my hands?”

The villain hissed in a breath.

“With electrical tape?”

The hero flushed slightly, looking down at their bloody hands. They looked close to tears.

“It…sticks to skin, really well. And it doesn’t move, either, when you move your hands or wherever else, even if you’re fighting. Plus, blood doesn’t make it come off, at least, not for a while.”

The villain blinked at them.”

“Blood doesn’t make it come off,” the villain repeated, processing. The hero nodded, reaching for the electrical tape. The villain settled it out of reach.

“Not if you wrap it right.”

Dimly, the villain realized that meant the hero had done this enough times to have it down to a science.

“And you couldn’t use a bandaid?” The villain asked incredulously. The hero shrugged a shoulder, then winced at the motion.

Yeah, the hero had absolutely blown out their arms.

“Bandaids move—“

The villain hushed them.

“Be quiet for a second.”

The hero, wisely, went quiet.

The villain rubbed a hand over their face, then studied the hero for a moment. They took one of the hero’s hands into their own, studying the damage.

“Why did you do this to yourself,” the villain murmured.

“What do you mean, why,” the hero snapped. “It’s my job.”

“Your job is to save people,” the villain corrected. “Not destroy yourself.”

“I’m not destroying myself—“

“You are.”

“Shut up—“

“Hero.”

“I need to be better,” the hero snapped. Their voice rang out across the gym, echoing into the rafters, and they both froze. After a moment, the hero spoke again, voice soft. “I need to be better.”

They said it like they needed the villain to understand. The villain wondered who they were really saying it to—the villain, or themself.

“Better than who?”

“Everyone.” It was hushed, like a secret.

The villain watched them, waiting.

The hero took a shaky breath

“My whole thing is being the best. I have always been the best. That’s the only reason I matter. If I’m not strong enough, then I am nothing, so I need. to be. better.”

The hero had started crying, very quietly, like they were afraid to take up too much space.

The villain was not equipped to handle gifted kid burnout.

“There’s more to you than just being a good athlete,” the villain said hesitantly, and the hero shook their head.

“No. There isn’t.”

“Hero.”

“Can you give me back my electrical tape?” They hiccuped to contain a sob.

“No,” the villain said firmly, and then the hero really was sobbing.

“You don’t understand—“

The villain didn’t. Not really. They had never been the kind of talented that the hero was.

They wondered now if maybe that was a blessing.

“I don’t,” the villain agreed. “But I do understand that you’ve saved half the city, and you give everything you have to give, and you always do your best.”

“But I-“

“No.” The villain stopped them. “You are doing your best.” They tipped the hero’s chin up until they met the villain’s eyes. “And it is enough.”

The hero froze, eyes darting over the villain’s face. They wondered if anyone had ever said that to the hero, if whatever mentor they had was giving them anything other than orders to be stronger. Be better. Be more.

The villain had some new targets to take care of, it would seem.

For now, though, they had to take care of hero.

“We’re going to go wrap your hands,” they said softly. “And then we’re going to take care of your arms, and you’re going to take a nap.”

The hero nodded, watching them like they were some kind of good, selfless person.

“And if I ever catch you using electrical tape again, so help me, I will put you six feet under.”

That startled a laugh out of the hero, and they let the villain guide them to their feet.

“Fine.”

The villain turned to them. “Okay?”

Are you going to be alright?

The hero seemed to understand.

“Okay,” the hero agreed.

Yes.

And so, it was.

[sisaloofafump]

The funniest missed chance DC could have taken during the whole Clark Kent Reveals He Is Superman time was him having a very public friendship with Bruce Wayne. Because people already know that Clark Kent and Bruce Wayne are friends, but Superman and Bruce Wayne?? Now that's funny.

Give me Bruce declaring that of course he always knew who Clark/Superman was. Give me a Bruce vs Batman rivalry over the title of Superman's Best Friend. Have that explain why Superman's always rescuing Bruce instead of Batman.

Give me Bruce constantly trying to wear down the Superman persona in public because it's not like that mask is really needed. Give me Bruce pulling stupid dramatic stunts knowing that Superman is going to save him. Give me Bruce doing anything to mess with him, leaving bystanders wondering "what do they see in each other" but the answer can only be that Superman is way more laid back than assumed because Bruce Wayne is increasingly less sincere the moment they're together.

Give me Bruce using Clark to fly him to work (he'll love it so long as he's not Batman at the moment) and when Clark gets too fed up with the ridiculous flying positions Bruce wants, give me Bruce bribing Jon to take him instead.

Give me Bruce immediately cutting the crap out at one glare from Lois Lane.

Give me Lois Lane actively encouraging him behind Clark's back.

Give me a deeply conflicted Clark who's trying not to murder Bruce at every opportunity but also cherishes their time together and recognizes the ease it provides them to exchange information and materials. Give me Clark trying so hard to keep his composure and "pleasure to see you again, Mr. Wayne" his way through situations while Bruce is loudly inviting his whole family over to dinner and gossiping about the latest personal news. Give me Clark reminding himself constantly that this is Batman, and he will do something amazing soon, he just needs patience (and to yell at him a little), but also this isn't Batman right now and he can't get into a fight with a civilian.

Just... give me public Superman and Bruce Wayne interactions.

[fairylando]

i really do admire how lando tries to not give a fuck (that 'whatever' really saddened me so much) but he actually does, and a lot.

guy doesn't even want anything absurd, he just wants the support of his team for the last fucking 4 races but no... let's just get humiliated for one point on international tv💀.

they're really stretching him thin — and i mean it in a emotional and mental wellbeing way. he is obviously inherently selfless and quite literally does not hold self-esteem, but in the last year we've seen him trying to be more sure of himself and trying to be selfish for once. the moment he does that though, he gets accused of being the spawn of satan. and then the team does everything in the world to make it harder for him.

so i really do admire him, because i literally would PERSONALLY leave the sport after this one season.

he's so much stronger than i am.

[outsidersheadcanons]

Pony and Sodapop would have screaming contests when they were kids.

Now that I think abt it they would have everything contests. Who could run faster. Who could finish their meal first. Who could do the most pushups.

Sometimes it would get insanely out of hand (who could stay in the pitch dark bathroom the longest or who could jump over the most steps on a stairway)

[batsplat]

random throwback to fabio's response to casey saying he should've been black flagged for the whole open leathers situation

[qkmlh]

As someone who grew up around Transformers secondhand and knows good nuggets of the various lore and characters by proxy, it’s incredibly funny to me that my top 3 faves are pretty basic but on opposite ends. Bumblebee, Shockwave, & Soundwave. Put them in a situation together and godspeed

[turtleblogatlast]

Sometimes I think about how the turtles are just kids, y’know? Just kids and yet it’s up to them to save people, save New York, save the world.

It’s honestly really sad. They were created to be soldiers and while they chose to protect rather than destroy, they remain soldiers all the same.