#uhh have a short one

[haveihitanerve]

“I bet you wished I’d never been born at all huh?!?” 

The words were loud and harsh and hurtful. Angry and demanding and cruel. Bruce flinched away from them, from the cruel hatred, the hurt, the anger in his sons eyes. Dick’s eyes blazed with fire, but even he seemed taken aback at the pure vitriol he had just spewed.

“You don’t even love me anymore, do you?” He added bitterly, and Bruce felt something inside him, probably his heart, crumble, as Dick’s shoulders slumped. He had given up. Given up on them, on this, on Bruce. And, well… Bruce couldn’t blame him.

“I-” But their screams had attracted attention. Dick went down. “NIGHTWING!” Bruce’s scream was like a gunshot itself, and the criminal fled, not before a batarang lodged in his back.

“Night, chum, baby please,” Bruce begged, cradling his son to his chest. “Oracle! Alert Agent A and Leslie. Please.” His voice broke and Barbara didn’t even answer, his fingers already clacking away, phone dialing. Bruce scooped his son into his arms, so big and yet it felt like he was only eight again, and jumped to the Batmobile, breaking at least seven laws in his rush to get home.

Dick didn’t wake for two weeks. Bruce never left his side.

When he finally opened his eyes, blinking blearily in the bright lights, he was still there, eyes closed, holding his hand. “Bruce?” Dick rasped slowly, pushing himself upright. Bruce’s eyes flew open and he was immediately pressing his son down again, grabbing a few extra pillows to help him sit upright instead.

Bruce handed him a glass of water, and his son drank it greedily, though his eyes remained on Bruce. “You’ve been… unconscious for two weeks.” Bruce said into the silence, listing the facts, his eyes focused on his feet.

“The goon that got you has been… taken care of. You should be able to move again in a few days, once Leslie looks you over and..” He was rambling. Bruce paused. Took a breath.

“I do love you, by the way.” It was the most pressing thing he needed to address. The thing he needed Dick to know. His son sat up straighter in surprise. “A- as much as I’m capable of loving anyone.” Bruce continued, kneading his hands together. “Which is… never enough.” He finally looked up, quiet. Sad. “I’m sorry.”

Dick reached for his hand, linking their fingers together. “I- I’m sorry too. I shouldn't have… said that. I- I know you love me Bruce.” He smiled, a small smile, a smile Bruce had almost forgotten existed.

His small, but truly happy smile. It had been on his face constantly when he had been younger. When he had been Robin and it had been just the two of them. When Bruce had been a good father.

“I was just…” He sighed in frustration, running a hand through his hair. “Its hard B. It is. This. Us. Its hard. But I- but I want to keep this. Us. I want us Bruce. You struggle with stuff, and so do I. But… I love you. And… and you love me. And well,” He shrugged helplessly.

“What more can you ask for right?”

“A better father.” Bruce murmured quietly. Dick shrugged again.

“I don't get to choose that. Neither do you. And… you’re not perfect Bruce,” He smiled teasingly. “But neither am I. And, well,” He laughed, squeezing Bruce’s hand with his own.

“I never needed a perfect father. I just needed you.” 

[kate-bot]

a few more little pizza animations!!! they're a little rough around the edges but they were a lot of fun to make!!

[flowery-king]

'Cover' / One / two (here) / ???

When he snaps tree roots like a twig

[ash-and-starlight]

thank you @mafaldinablabla for the tag!! the game is to share 9 of my favourite books from the last 12 months, or 9 books on my tbr list for this year.

Here is what i’m looking forward to read this year! (my hunt for beautiful covers never ends. in this house books Shall be judged by their cover)

tagging uhh @erisenyo, @chitsangenthusiast, @ranilla-bean, @poikilotherm, @kyoshialone and whoever else wants to do it u.u

[bonebrokebuddy]

Oh my god they’re finally almost done! The Superboy ones took me somehow nearly 5 hours. Curves are the fucking worst when trying tocut cardboard neatly. My exactoknife is getting dull super fast from this unfortunately so I’ll likely have to go out and get replacements tomorrow.

I think they look super nice and I’m very happy with how they turned out! Just waiting on the glue for the SB logos to dry so I can attach them to the shortbox!

Only 5 more to go!

[soupy-cosmos]

weblena louyd double date in the gay people meeting up for brunch outfits

[ozzyfromthecafeteria]

y’know what. i feel like sharing so have a snippet from a big wip i’m working on currently. this one’s tilted static sroadtrip and i had an idea of the wyatt masons, quitter, and megan getting tossed out of the static into minneapolis and embarking on a roadtrip to seattle:

About 41 minutes out of Minneapolis, Megan turns into Monticello, trying to remember how to get to the Perkins restaurant. Everything’s eerily silent and empty, save for the radio playing Park It and the discussion about lamprey eels between Lev and Trip. Nines promptly searches for images of lamprey eels (fae got some service 20 minutes ago, so even with Minnesota appearing entirely deserted, someone must be around to be maintaining the cell towers) and Midnight shrieks.

“WHAT IS THAT?!” Di twists in her seat, eager to see what Midnight just screamed at. Jasmine flinches, startled awake from her nap.

“EWW!” Di yelps, swatting her arm and missing Nines’ phone. “Their mouths look so weird!”

“What?” Jasmine whispers, craning her head upwards. “What’s going on?”

“Be nice to them!” Trip defensively snaps. WY-8’s antennae flicks up and down, intrigued. “Their mouths are adapted to better help them latch onto their prey! Hey, quit giggling! I said stop!” Trip swipes lightly at Lev, who’s failing to suppress their laughter.

[randomstranger27]

Remember my super cool Mori? My Mori is different from regular Mori. It's like my Mori is in the top percentage of Nagayoshis.

[weirdnerdygoat]

Oh look, a younger ford blushing picture...

I... may or may not be making something...

[br1ghtestlight]

I have been working on this fic as a passion project for like almost a year now so i cant say when or if it'll ever be done but i like thinking about it nonetheless. she sits in my brain & whenever the moment is right i resume working on her for days or weeks or months

[aropride]

nervous laughter

[dollnightfall]

Remember this post?

Redrew it!

[claitea]

i wont do the post game right now bc my mom is a little annoyed i've been on the switch for the whole day. but Man. good stuff i love this game and its dlc so so much

[astrxealis]

okay rambles but i started creatively writing in like ... 5th grade? and. oh god just a little encouragement to anyone looking to get into writing or insecure or whatnot, but HELLS, maybe it's to he expected with my (obviously) very young age and inexperience with writing then, but my writing was really. yeah. Yeah. but then i'm what... a lot older now, obviously, and my writing has gotten leagues better. i'm probably not a good example for this bcs childhood years development stuff are different etc etc BUT practicing writing more and whatnot really does go a long way :]

[starzzify]

[Government Top Secret File]

Viewing this file in any way may result in federal punishment.

Date: May 19th, 2058

Desc of file:

What seems to be a middle school to high school age girls journal, it depicts the possible events of an “undead apocalypse”. The book seems to be worn and dirtied, the pages are yellowed and dirty. There are three total books that were found inside of a bag in the woods, along with a knife, clothes, and an old Iphone, possibly an 11-13.

Journal one:

09/12/2027

“Flu Season” 

The “flu” has been going around my school recently. But I don’t think it’s the flu. So many people are leaving, for so long too. And they don’t seem to be coming back. People are worried about their sick friends staying home and not contacting them the entire time. So far, I'm guessing about 200 people have left. Which is a huge number, this leads me to keep thinking that something is going to happen. I just have this feeling that something big, something tragic, is coming. But I don’t know what it is. But I do know that the sirens in my head are going off. It scares me. I haven’t been able to sleep due to thinking so hard about this big thing. The sickness seems to be highly contagious, anyone who comes into direct contact with someone who’s sick (aka touching them) appears to get sick too. It also doesn’t seem like there’s a way to prevent it. This is why I think it’s not the flu. The flu is preventable, and you don’t get the flu immediately after touching someone with the flu. It isn’t that contagious, but what is that contagious. I’m not sure, but I’m scared. 

[astrumocs]

Here's some of my trolls Pokemon teams, btw, if u even care--