#they are his friends

[shardkn1ght]

Okay! Extremely important question for the Hueso raising Leo AU:

Is Leo the type of kid to beg his parents for a pet? And if so how insistent is he in this endeavor? (Like from asking ever now and again, to bringing up how good of a pet owner he’d be, to full on PowerPoint presentations)

This was actually harder to answer then I thought! But! I think I came to an answer that I like!

Leo doesn’t really have a pet per say, but he looks after and talks to the animals of New York. He looks after them and get upset when they are hurt. ( I think this will be my way for having Leo still be interested in the medical field. He wanted to take care of the hurt animals.)

[redisloser]

I really wanted to draw Stinkfly from different au's and now I have:)

the one saying hi is @bluefire94 omnifamily Stinkfly, the one carrying everyone is my In a Decade au Stinkfly, the one on the left is my "Friends" au Stinkfly, and finally the one on the right is @hincapie319 10 of us Stinkfly. Also omnifamily Stinkfly is saying hi to my Random au Stinkfly because I think they'd be friends:)

[jeff-the-landshark]

Jeff, if you could add any 3 animals to your Petvengers team, who would they be?

mrrrr!!!

[bimbocore]

[stoffbergart]

happy birthday to my best friend grey 🐇🩵🫂🛌

[pomimon]

my viktor arcane appreciation post

[quixoticprince]

Guys I don't think this kindly stranger is all that nice But yeah, if Medic confessed about stealing their souls in the next pages I don't think anyone would really care

Based on this post thread

[irbcallmefynn]

I made a meme cause I was struck with an idea a few days ago

[wishfulsketching]

I bet a lot of people bought Silco drinks at the Last Drop

Sadly, good sales mean that Vander is too busy to give him any attention

[noelledeltarune]

EVERY SINGLE DAY there are MILLIONS of characters in their late 20s who get falsely accused of being father figures to teenagers when in reality the description of "weird older cousin" or "step-sibling that moved out before you were born" is 1000000x more apt

[symphonyofsilence]

Let the poor man rest.

[robdogdraws]

this wouldn't leave my brain

[crumb-crumblet-s-crumbington]

whens megatron coming back

[thestuffedalligator]

So usually when an imaginary friend is a real thing in a story, it’s either a demon or a ghost or some supernatural boogeyman that probably wants to eat the kid they’ve befriended (Mama, a couple of the Paranormal Activity movies), or “imaginary friends” are just treated as a real thing in the setting, and if a child just thinks hard enough they can manifest a friend into existence (Foster’s Home for Imaginary Friends, Happy).

And somewhere in the middle is an area where the imaginary friend in question is real and they are supernatural, but they aren’t malevolent, and they aren’t entirely honest about what they are. Like maybe they’re a fairy or a god or some kind of boggle from mythology, but they just got caught by a six year old and they don’t have time to get into it, so they just go “…Yes. I’m your imaginary friend. We haven’t met. How do you do.” And then they stick around because they do love this kid, and if you’re a boggle from mythology in the modern day good food is really hard to come by.

And at some level. That’s what I think Hobbes is.

[bruciemilf]

Anyway, thinking about how Bruce’s mom tendencies bleed over around the League.

He pulls out a Barbie pink scrunchie from his endless utility belt.

Oliver is very sure he’s seen it in Spoiler’s blonde mane before. He wordlessly secures Diana’s hair in a ponytail before she jumps into battle.

Barry skins his knee while running, which, considering, is pretty severe. Definitely not the kind of wound you can treat with Gray Ghost bandages.

“I’m NEVER taking this off.”

“Okay, gross?”

“Shut up, Hal, you don’t even wash your suit, you just make a new one every time!”

“I’m allergic to laundry detergent, everybody knows that, BARRY.”

Bruce does not tolerate their fighting for more than 15 minutes at a time. “I will count to 3.”

Hal is quite literally flabbergasted when, after a particularly rough mission, Batman walks over to him and gently places a plate of fruits before him.

“Hal,” in that rain soft voice. “Fruit.”

“…Thanks?”

He just walks off. Like it’s nothing.

“…Did he just do something nice for me? Everybody saw that, right? You’re all witnesses. “

Everyone’s equal parts shocked and equal parts losing their shit. Clark’s eyes are just slightly red.

“I need to take a nap.”