#this is totally canon I swear

[epersonae]

@emi--rose

wow u guys Dune was gr8

[silkhy-john]

Perdido: so a romantic partner is someone who helps hone your skills in battle?

Malos: sure!

[later]

Perdido: will you be my romantic partner?

Patroka: … what

Perdido: a romantic partner is someone—

Jin: MALOS WHAT DID YOU DO

[kkaimmri]

i feel like we forget most of the time that dick and jason are supposed to be identical to bruce. like i know it’s pre-52 canon stuff and that’s kinda overlooked a lot but it’s lowkey freaky. like none of them are biologically related but they supposedly all look superr similar??

i just imagine gothamites absolutely freaked out by bruce popping out with these kids that look exactly like him and he’s claiming that they’re adopted?? weirddddd stuff guys.

[capesch-arts]

Faroe and Addie if they were cool with each other (sure the doggos can be Jane and Yellow)

Sauce: Way of the House Husband

[sketchytrials]

Silly little doodle of Eve doing normal trial stuff, nothing to see here ☺️

[obsessedoverwater]

Becoming a Knuxadow fan truly feels like I'm eating moldy bread and sometimes I occasionally get a piece that's only stale. If I'm lucky maybe it'll be mildew instead.

[gothamite-rambler]

Stephanie (staring at a picture of Robin Hoodie): I don't think he did it... there's no way this fairly attractive rich man who likes Mcdonald's could have possibly done it.

Bruce glared at Stephanie for a second, but returned to reading reasoning to not respond.

Stephanie: You know what, even if he did do it...

Stephanie circled her hands together, then held out her arms, leaning back slightly.

Stephanie: You know what I mean?

Jason nodded in agreement as Bruce gave him a side glare, shaking his head in disappointment.

Duke: I... Okay, it's not right that the CEO got popped... but you piss someone off enough, like... some people though not all people will take matters into their own hands, but like...

Duke crunched the numbers in his head, then nodded.

Duke: Yeah, I see what you mean, Steph.

Stephanie: And if he's single and ready to mingle—

Bruce tossed a pillow at Stephanie's head, annoyed.

Bruce: I will call your mother and tell her how you're talking! Don't test me!

Bruce left the living room in a huff as Stephanie laughed, amused that she managed to anger the Dark Knight.

Stephanie: Jace, have you brought up he's being a hypocrite?

Jason: Numerous times before this and more after this.

Bruce (hearing them talk about him): THAT IS NOT THE SAME THING!

[batshikns]

RAHHHHHHHHHHH.

[eddith]

LOL This is me with damianfinch on ao3, i love their smutty fics so much and zosan are always so on point, the characterization goes crazy in their fics.

[perpetualexistence]

How Izzy and Noah help Eva deal with her anger

Izzy: She gets Eva a bunch of pencils. Some are colored pencils, some are just regular pencils. She names each and every one of them, and comes up with different backstories for them. Then, she tells Eva that whenever she gets mad, she can murder one of the pencils instead. Just snap it like a twig. They've all committed crimes worthy of the death penalty. Eva can be their executioner!

This actually does help since it allows Eva to be destructive without hurting anyone. Noah points out the backstories are unnecessary, but Izzy still insists on them.

Noah: He coins the phrase "Space or company?". If he sees Eva taking her anger out on something, or if she looks like she's on the edge of getting overwhelmed by rage, he asks whether she wants space or company. If she says space, then he just leaves her be and tells her to text when she's feeling better. If she says company, he'll stick around and listen to her vent about whatever's upsetting her.

If she's nonverbal, or can only scream, he texts Izzy for back up. They'll watch over her while keeping their distance. Noah's goal becomes making sure that nobody else approaches Eva and risks getting hurt when she's unable to control herself. Izzy's goal is to step in if Eva starts hurting herself terribly and stopping her if she is.

AU Masterpost

[dollsome-does-tumblr]

the guide: "because you're all about the conquest, not the victory"

this super cool cannon capital style stock photo, for reference:

the victory:

[dazesanddoodles]

the vibe we bring to the function

[burnthatbridge]

illicit affairs

buddie | E | chapter 1 of 8(ish) | 3k | just a boy helping his boy bestie figure out gay sex, with a side of infidelity This is how it starts: Buck goes on a date with Tommy. How it goes from there, Eddie can't even begin to explain.

Chapter 1: born from just one single glance

It’s in the aftermath, when Bobby and Athena are safe and being checked over and the 118 plus family and friends is piled in the waiting room as usual — they all have their preferred chairs with how often they’re here — that Eddie’s unfocused mild interest in this new guy who his friends trust, turns to sharp notice. 

Eddie has to step away to call Carla, to let her know they got Athena and Bobby, to assure her that he’s fine, Buck’s fine, they’re all fine. And then he spares an extra moment to text Marisol because he knows she’ll see the news soon, if she hasn’t already, and will worry.

After, when he returns to the waiting room, Tommy’s in his seat. Eddie doesn’t really have a specific one he favors so much as he always takes one next to Buck. So, it follows that, Tommy is now sitting beside Buck. 

When Eddie left, Buck’d been pale-faced, and shaky in a way he wasn’t when Bobby was missing and he had a goal to focus on. Eddie hadn’t wanted to leave him, but it was Buck who’d said didn’t he need to call Carla? Let Chris know they’re okay?

Eddie pauses across the room and regards the scene before him. Tommy is leaned in, chatting to Buck, making wide, expressive gestures with his hands as he does. Buck’s still more grey than pink in the cheeks and one hand is clutching the arm of his chair, but he’s stopped picking at the patch of peeling paint he’s about tripled in size over their past handful of waiting room residences and there’s a hint of a smile curling the side of his mouth, which had been a grim line before, waiting for the doctor to report back on Bobby and Athena, waiting to be allowed to see them. 

“He’s in good hands.”

Eddie starts at Hen’s words. She appears from behind him carrying two paper cups of what Eddie understands from experience is the worst coffee known to man. He used to force it down because caffeine is caffeine, but he can’t anymore. It reminds him too much of the three minutes and seventeen seconds that were some of the worst of his life.

read on ao3

[mikakuna]

GENUINELY GRATEFUL OVER YOUR FEELINGS RE: TIM AND JAYTIM

I honestly don't get it Tim is like the mayo on the white bread of Robins

LMFAO that's literally him omg...

somehow he's never wrong and everyone and their moms have to apologize to him for everything. do people seriously think he has no backbone! batfam fandom has this thing about making jason a straight up monster compared to baby tim. i don't care about villainizing other characters for fic whump but my main issue is tim fans acting like tim isn't a literal crime fighting vigilante (just like the other bats...) they genuinely treat him like he's gonna blow away in the wind or have a panic attack if someone is mean to him. i highly doubt the guy who fights supervillains on the daily has ptsd from jason fighting him and/or needs an apology from jason.

the way i wouldn't even have this strong of an opinion on this guy if it weren't for the fact that jason fans are forced to engage with his character because he's in most fanon jason-centric content. LOLL i ended up ranting but yes that ship also does not do it for me at all purely because it's used as a way to make jason grovel at tim's feet and apologize for 'trying to kill him'. LIKE IM SNORING GOODNIGHT!!!

[drpepperdemon]

morning routine: birthday edition (arachengrotto)

i also wrote this oneshot for azul’s birthday bc i wanted to spoil him this year 💜

this oneshot was originally gonna be longer but i rlly wanted to post this on his bday so i cut it short. i’m still pretty satisfied with it tho

morning routine (birthday edition)

fandom: twisted wonderland

pairing: sadie arachned (oc) x azul ashengrotto

genre: fluff

synopsis: how azul is graciously woken up on his birthday with his beloved girlfriend, sadie

word count: 1,020

For many people, waking up to your significant other is often a blissful experience. It’s a soft and delicate vulnerability shared with the person you wish to spend the rest of your life with and create more memories like this. A sentiment that Azul couldn’t agree more with. Nothing melted his heart in the morning more than the sight of Sadie’s peaceful and slumbering face next to his, feeling her pajama-clad figure entangled in his arms, the slow rise and fall of her chest, her heartbeat perfectly in sync with his.

       But when Azul opened his eyes, the right side of his bed was empty, the covers tossed to the side.

       Confusion and disappointment slowly broke through the fog of his exhaustion. He reached out toward the vacated space on his bed. “Sadie?”

       “Boo.”

       Azul yelped and whirled around, nearly jumping out of his own skin. He looked up and was immediately met with Sadie’s mischievous, sharp-toothed grin. “Morning, honey,” she teased. “Happy birthday.”

       “Thank you, darling,” he sighed exasperatedly, rubbing his eyes before letting his hands fall gracefully onto the blanket over his stomach. “What a lovely way to be awoken on my birthday: being jump-scared by my own lover.”

       “Come on, Azul, you know that’s how I show affection.”

       “I know, I know.” He yawned and stretched his arms out before sitting up. “What time is it?”

       “Six-thirty.”

       “Ah, alright.” Thirty minutes before his usual wake-up time for school, but that was fine. At least he didn’t have to worry about sleeping in and being late. Then he suddenly realized something. “How long have you been awake?”

       Sadie glanced off to the side. “A while…”

       Azul raised an eyebrow. “The entire night?”

       “…Maybe.” Her voice was low with guilt.

       He sighed and shook his head, but before he could open his mouth to comment on her sleep schedule (or lack thereof), she quickly elaborated, “Okay, look, today’s your birthday, man. I was just too excited to sleep!”

       “So are you trying to imply that it’s my fault?” he teased.

       “Well, a little bit,” she answered, “but in a good way! I was up all night thinking about how we’re gonna celebrate”—she sat down on the bed in front of him—“throw a birthday party at the Lounge, go to your favorite restaurant off campus, force everyone to be nice to you or else I’ll kill them, buy all the gifts you want from the shopping center, stuff like that.”

       “Aw, that’s sweet of you, darling,” Azul chuckled, leaning forward and taking her hand in his. “Although, I don’t think that third option would be viable considering murder is against the law.”

       “Yeah, I know,” Sadie muttered before a malicious grin crept onto her face, “but giving people nightmares isn’t.”

       He let out a dreamy sigh and brushed her messy bangs aside with his fingers. “Whatever did I do to deserve you?”

       She shrugged. “Well, for starters, you became less of an asshole—”

       “Wow, not even on my own birthday am I spared from your cruel insults,” he lamented dramatically, placing a hand over his heart. “I’m wounded, Sadie.”

       “Damn, that sucks,” she chuckled. “What can I do to fix that?”

       He grinned “I think a kiss will be sufficient.”

       “On the mouth?”

       “Preferably.”

       “I haven’t brushed my teeth yet, though.”

       “Oh,” he realized. “I haven’t brushed mine either…” Embarrassment heated his face and dusted his cheeks a light pink.

       “Wow, and you wanted me to kiss you with your nasty-ass morning breath?”

       “Excuse me! I’ve only been awake for a couple of minutes, I didn’t realize that I’ve yet to brush my teeth!”

       “Well, then we should probably go do that right now,” Sadie concluded, standing up from the bed and holding a hand out toward him. “You don’t want your breath to smell like shit for your birthday, do you?”

       “Certainly not,” Azul agreed. He tossed the covers from his lap and accepted Sadie’s hand as he got out of bed. Then he fixed a playful glare toward her. “But don’t think I’ll forget about that kiss.”

        “You’ll get it once our mouths are minty fresh.”

       “You mean once my mouth is minty fresh. You use customized Dr. Pepper flavored toothpaste.”

       “Shut up, you know what I mean,” she snapped. “You’ll get your kiss after we’ve both brushed our teeth. Deal?”

       He smiled. “Deal.”

       With that, they entered the private bathroom in his room—Housewarden perks—and brushed their teeth at the double sink vanity. Every so often, Azul’s eyes glanced over at Sadie through the mirror, brushing her teeth with the Dr. Pepper flavored toothpaste he mentioned earlier, and a small grin would tug at the corners of his lips. Sometimes he even found her staring right back at him, to which she’d quickly avert her eyes and he’d chuckle with a mouth full of regular toothpaste. Then they rinsed their mouths clean, washed their faces to freshen up further, and dried them off with the fluffy lavender towels that hung on each side of the vanity.

       Azul put his towel aside and immediately turned toward Sadie. He put his hands on his hips and grinned mischievously. “Now, about that kiss?”

       Sadie snickered and shook her head, tossing her towel aside. “You’re so impatient.”

       “What? If I recall correctly, you said that as soon as our mouths are ‘minty fresh,’ then we can kiss.”

       “Yeah, I know what I said.” She rolled her eyes, smiling playfully. “Now come here.”

       Azul didn’t need to be told twice. He leaned forward as Sadie grabbed his face and pulled him down until her lips were on his. He smiled into the kiss as his eyes fluttered close. She continued to hold his face, and even with the various stitches on her skin, her hands felt soft and gentle as she slowly rubbed his cheek with her thumb. He wrapped his arms around her to bring her even closer until their chests were flush against each other. In his ears, he could hear the melody of their heartbeats—thumping perfectly in sync.

       Azul couldn’t think of a better start to his birthday.

AUTHOR’S NOTE

im gonna explode these two /pos

i might post a longer version of this some time in the future (if i can get most of my schoolwork done, at least 💀), but for now, i hope y’all enjoyed this oneshot!

happy birthday, azul 💜💜💜

[andragoras-in-vanity]

im distraught, my rook has elgar'nans vallaslin.....