#uncle bishop

[galactickit]

Bishpup, anyone? I've been sitting on this little fact about Bishop for over a year but I haven't been able to work on the story the way I wanted but man the Sonic 3 trailer really gave me a brainworm. >:3

While yes, Bishop is a good guy, he is not a hero and sometimes his morals and the turtles clash pretty heavily. Feel free to ask anything about this AU I'm dying to talk about it. I have so much planned but man alive am I havin' a time organizing it into something visual.

[bubba-draws]

damn these new followers be causing a ruckus

Some cotl doodles :> was experimenting with a couple of brushes and just decided to goof around, the second one is inspired by this song

[shitsecurityguards]

Would any of the guards be the type to idolize Patrick Bateman, the joker, walter white, etc.?

does vincent idolizing his real life serial killer uncle count

[lucky-bishova-42]

*Bucky and Steve watching Kate while Natasha and Wanda are on a mission*

Steve:

Bucky:

Kate:

Bucky: Um…

Kate:

Bucky: …Do you want a beer?

Steve: SHE’S FIFTEEN!!

Bucky: I DUNNO WHAT DO YOU WANT ME TO DO WITH HER?!?

[habibibites37]

Idek what i did this for but it's funny

[starry-eyed-adam]

a great day to be alive

rating: pg-13 / words: 1896

featuring the incredible @littlemissartemisia’s Claire

content warning: this work contains mention of suicide/attempts, alcohol abuse, and dysphoria

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The splashing of the razor in the tiny bowl is one of the many sounds of the morning. The open window lets in the melody of the chickens’ muted bawks and birds’ songs that float above the dew-weighted air, and reveals that the sun’s reached just high enough above the mountains to spill into the bathroom, rendering the overhead light pretty much useless.

Leo swishes the tiny blades in the ceramic bowl, shaking off the caked-on shaving cream before he leans in towards the mirror again, tilting his head to scrape under his jawline. While his brothers have other indicators of facial hair (Don’s stripes, Raph’s short spikes), Leo doesn’t have any, period. But it makes him feel nice to shave anyway. Makes him feel well-groomed. More masculine, even. Once finished with the patch under his jaw, the slider turns his head. He’ll be the first to admit that he’s admiring himself, obviously. He’s put a lot of work into this pretty face.

Content with his work, Leo dips his hand into the plugged sink and splashes warm water on his clean face, washing away the rest of the cream. The towel beside the sink is tugged off of its metal ring as Leo pats himself dry. Taking another moment to look at his handsome self, Leo grins and whistles through his teeth. So this is what his honeybunny’s so happy to wake up to every morning. He gets it.

The steam from his shower’s still lingering in the room, so the running overhead fan might contribute to it, but Leo’s too busy applying aftershave—another thing he doesn’t need, but has enough money and too much self-respect to get—and humming to himself to hear the footsteps approach the open bathroom door. He’s not even aware she’s standing there until—

“Uncle Leo.”

The slider nearly drops the damn pump bottle he’s so startled. Setting the aftershave a little forcefully on the counter, mostly so he doesn’t allow himself the chance to drop it again, Leo takes a sharp breath as he looks over towards his brother’s eldest. “Hey, Claire. G’morning.”

The white-haired girl is… small, today. She’s sort of curling into herself, holding her arms and keeping her head low, barely even meeting his eyes. She’s leaning against the doorway, not really facing him until he shuts off the fan and turns to her. “Everythin’ okay?”

The teenager just kinda hums and shrugs, but Leo catches the corners of her eyes crinkling, and she sniffs. “Yeah, I mean… I just, uh.”

Her uncle stays where he is, patiently waiting.

Claire sniffs and rubs at her face before finally looking up, her expression taking Leo aback somewhat. Her eyes and nose are reddened with obvious tears, and something like hopelessness dulls her entire face. “When does it get easier?” she whispers, so faint that Leo isn’t sure he quite hears her at first.

“What? When does what get easier, kiddo?” he answers with a voice almost just as quiet, brow furrowed in worry. Claire glances down again—shit, he’s losing her—and shrugs once more, weaker this time.

“I dunno. All of it.” She sniffs. “Being trans, queer. Being hated. Being… alive.”

There’s a long silence between them, and Leo’s heart aches at every word. “…that’s a tough question, Claire.”

She recoils immediately. “I know. I’m sorry. It was dumb. I’ll leave you alo—“

Her uncle’s hand is suddenly firmly in hers, and Leo leans down to meet her eyes, fully sincere. “It ain’t dumb. I still have those questions myself. But, unlike you—“ his own eyes crinkle with a smile. “I have a couple more years experience doin’ all that.”

“I figured you were the person to go to.” Claire gives him a tight smile back. “I mean, we’ve got so much in common. We’re both trans and queer, super depressed, alcoholic—“

“‘Ey. Former alcoholic.” Leo lifts an eyebrow at her as he flashes his 90 day chip, making Claire laugh.

“Alright, former alcoholic. What else…?”

“Both had boyfriends that Donnie hated at first and probably still does a little an’ also tried to kill them?” Her uncle grins at Claire’s surprised expression. “I never did tell ya about Yuichi an’ Donnie’s fights.”

“Oh.” She glances down again, gaze lingering on his chest for a moment. “I was going to say something like we both tried to kill ourselves.”

The room goes quiet, and Leo’s breath stills. He swallows, and sighs. “Yeah. I s’pose we did. I gotta tell ya though, the amnesia does make that a lot easier to handle.” His eyes widen at the gears suddenly turning in her mind. “Quit tryin’ to figure out the easiest way to hit yourself on the head with a twenty-pound rock.”

After a moment, some of the darkness seems to lift from the girl’s expression and she even laughs, before she rubs her eyes and sighs deeply. Leo grins again and squeezes her hand. “Now, tell me who hates ya.”

This time, her laugh is without humor. “I do.” His niece’s eyes don’t meet his for a while, but she seems surprised to see the understanding reflecting in Leo’s gaze. Claire rubs her arm, sighing again. “There’s a few reasons, I’d rather not get into them… I just wanna know what to do about it, I don’t wanna hate myself. It… really sucks.”

Leo shakes his head with a sad smile. “That it does. Unfortunately, kiddo, I think it’s jus’ somethin’ that you grow out of. It ain’t gonna last forever, an’ you just gotta be strong through it. Be around your family, y’know, people that love ya. Remind yourself that you’re loved.” He sighs. “As for the trans thing… it’s… it ain’t easy findin’ people that support ya, truly an’ deeply. I know it’s 2051 an’ everyone’s openminded an’ shit, but that don’t mean it’s any easier internally.” Lightly, he taps his chest. “Havin’ some people around you, though. It does help. An’ you’ve always got your family. You’ll always have your parents, an’ your uncles, an’ all of your siblings an’ cousins. I hope that might count for somethin’.”

Slowly, she nods, though seems unsatisfied. Shifting where he stands, Leo’s voice drops in volume. “The self-hatred that comes from things outta your control… an’ the resultin’ urges, that… that’s different. It’s all self-loathing, but this kind burns so much deeper.” He rubs the back of her hand with his thumb, eyes low. “It seems like the people around you can’t help. Even like you’re hurtin’ them. It’s so, so crushing, that guilt. It festers, an’ spreads to every corner of your mind. I get it, I…” Leo sighs deeply, eyes closed. “I do. But you gotta fight it, even when you feel like you can’t. Especially when you feel like you can’t. There’s always reasons to keep goin’, because you’re not a bad person for what you’ve done, an’ the pain won’t last forever.”

Claire keeps her head hung, and her arms tighten around herself. Nervously, Leo rubs the back of his neck. “I’m sorry, kid. I know it’s probably not what you’re lookin’ for. I’m not an expert or—“

Leo’s stunned into silence by the pair of arms that wrap tightly around him. His niece buries her face in the crook of his neck and holds onto him. “I’m really glad you’re still here, Leo,” she whispers, voice choked with tears. “I know it was hard.”

Leo loves his family to death. He does. But oh, God, he realizes as he slowly hugs back, he doesn’t get told that nearly enough. Leo closes his eyes, gently rubbing her back as a stray tear escapes him. “I am too,” whispers the cowboy, faint. “I’m glad I lasted long enough to meet such an incredibly smart—“ he hugs her tighter, “strong—“ another squeeze, “absolutely beautiful an’ kind an’ loving girl like you. I want you to stick around as long as you possibly can, kiddo.” Firmly, Leo kisses the top of her head, sniffling himself. “I love you.”

She chokes on a laugh through her tears, and clings to him. “Thanks.”

After a long moment, they separate again, and Leo meets her eyes. “You tried talkin’ to your parents about this at all?”

Claire sniffs. “Dad… you know him, he’s not good with talking about this sort of stuff. He just gets upset and he doesn’t know what to say. Mom comforts me, but she doesn’t really get it. Neither of them do. So I don’t see the point in going to them. You’ve lived my life. Or, a lot of it. I’d rather talk to you about all of this.”

“Ah.” Sounds about right for his brother. Leo leans against the wall, exhaling slowly. “Donnie an’ Cat have four kids they gotta worry about, on top of a farm an’ ranch that’s suddenly expanded. Don’t blame ‘em for not bein’ all there right now.”

“I’m not,” Claire jumps in.

“They’re tryin’ really hard to be good parents to all of you. An’ I’m amazed with how well Don’s been doing so far. But he feels disconnected from ya.” Now, Leo never actually heard his brother say this. But he sees it, he can tell, when Scotty jumps into Leo’s arm to hug him when they get home and Donnie’s arms stay empty, or when Claire has an issue with someone at school and brings it up to her mom or to Mikey. The softshell’s need for validation, especially as a parent, is starting to choke him.

His niece is quiet. “He doesn’t understand like you do.”

“He’s your dad, kiddo,” says Leo, soft. “There’s a million things he ain’t gonna understand. But he wants to try. An’ I’d really, really like it if you’d give him that chance.”

The words hang in the air for a moment, and that’s okay. Leo smiles a bit as he watches Claire consider them. “…okay.”

“Okay?”

“Yeah. Okay. I’ll… try to talk to him more.”

“That’s the spirit.” With a grin, Leo nudges her. “An’ try to give him a hug every now an’ then, yeah? Even if he don’t want it. An’ you be kind to your mama, too. Both a’ them work really hard for you.”

“Yeah, yeah, okay, I got it.” Claire rolls her eyes, but she’s smiling. “I’ll do that.”

“Thank you.” Leo hangs up the face towel again and shuts off the overhead light as they both head out of the room. “You have breakfast yet?”

She follows him out. “No.”

“Claire! It’s 8am! If you don’t eat now you ain’t gettin’ a chance until lunch!” Leo grins at her, nudges her again. Claire just hums, shrugs, and her uncle sighs, rifling through his pocket again for the little plastic disc.

“Hey.”

The girl glances up to see the ‘90 Days Sober’ chip hanging off its chain, dangling from Leo’s fist. She smirks at him. “You’re very proud of that thing.”

“Bump my mother-friggin’ fist, you socially inept teenager,” her uncle laughs. “Here’s to gettin’ better.”

Claire hesitates, then lightly taps her fist against Leo’s. “To getting better,” she repeats, faintly. As they head down the stairs, the sounds of clanking silverware and plates and faded conversation grows louder. Leo grins, swings his little chain around as he leads her down.

“Mhm. An’ gettin’ better starts with having a damn meal. C’mon, you like pancakes or waffles?”

[culmaer]

Julius Cæsar was assassinated by the Political Elites and every year when he comes back, tumblr obediently kills him again which is exactly what the Senators wanted. sure he was "dictator" of Rome, but that was a problem for the Elites

however when Jesus of Nazareth was democratically executed — neither sphere of government, neither Herod the tetrarch nor governor Pilate seemed invested, but it was the will of the people — and then he comes back, as "lord" not just of Rome but of the whole world and heaven, tumblr just let's him ? hmmn that's sus ?

[cerberus253]

According to my Cult of the Lamb game (legit the game, I saw them kissing and that message popped up on the side), this ship is now Canon

Tso Lan and Leshy FUCK, guys

[proudsilkies]

Kate Bishop greeting Captain America.

*Kate saluting*: Captain Rogers

Steve: Kate. We’ve talked about this…

Kate: Sorry. Mr. America.

*Steve unimpressed*: …Kate

Kate: Mr. Rogers.

*Steve just stares at Kate*

*Kate singing*: It’s a beautiful day in the neighborhood…

[galactickit]

“Bishop” Parts 1 and 2 

Bishop has interacted with like, one of the turtles for less than one whole minutes and this man is ready to go home and turn in his two weeks notice. 

[shitsecurityguards]

fun fact one of the five children murdered was canonically vincent's own daughter! (at one point at least)

i was actually just talking abt this w someone yesterday but while ive been on the fence about it i think ultimately ill integrate it into my au because i think vincent being an absent father while simultaneously working for his baby mamas father is hilarious. hes doing fucking gymnastics to avoid that kid

[lucky-bishova-42]

What Could Go Wrong?

(oneshot that takes place at some point between chapters 40 and 41)

Ever since Natasha and Wanda went on that mission where Natasha got hurt, Kate had been pretty attached to the both of them. They hoped that they wouldn’t both need to leave for another mission for a while.

However, it seemed as soon as Natasha was fully healed and cleared to work, they were both called on another mission.

And unfortunately Yelena was currently in Russia and Clint couldn’t make it in time.

So Natasha and Wanda asked Steve and Bucky to watch/stay with Kate while they were gone.

“We should only be gone a few days. Four max,” Natasha says as she and Wanda lead Steve and Bucky through the apartment.

It is clear she and Wanda are more than a little nervous to leave Kate. This will be the longest they have been away from her since she was taken by Eleanor.

“Here are Kate’s rules,” Natasha points to the list on the fridge, “she might give you a bit of hard time about sleeping—”

“Mamaaa,” Kate groans out, her face turning red, embarrassed.

“It’s okay Kate!” Steve tries to make her feel better, “I have a similar list for Buck!”

Kate’s face turns redder. She sends an uneasy, embarrassed smile over to Steve before promptly turning her attention back to the TV.

“And lastly, AND MOST IMPORTANTLY,” Wanda points to a phone number at the bottom of Kate’s rule list, “this is the number to our burner phone. Natasha or I will have it on us at all times during the mission. Please don’t hesitate to call it if Kate needs us or gods forbid there is an emergency.”

Steve and Bucky nod.

“Okay, got it,” Steve confirms.

“And,” Natasha says, “I think that is it.”

She looks over at Kate watching TV and a concerned expression takes over her face. Wanda takes her hand and squeezes it lightly.

“She will be okay,” Wanda says comfortingly.

“Yeah,” Bucky agrees, sending them both a confident smile, “You guys will only be gone a few days and she will be with her favorite Uncle Steve and Uncle Bucky. What could go wrong?”

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*3 days later*

“You just had to say ‘what could go wrong?’ didn’t you?” Steve grumbles as he follows Bucky carrying a sniffling Kate to Medbay.

“How was I supposed to know that a simple game of basketball would turn out like this?” Bucky defends himself.

“It’s okay, Uncle Bucky,” Kate says shakily, trying to keep a brave face.

Bucky smiles down at her, “Don’t worry doll, Helen will be able to fix your ankle right up.”

As they walk into Medbay, Bucky gently sets Kate down on a free bed, and Dr. Cho comes right over.

“What happened here?” Helen asks.

“She twisted her ankle pretty good when we were playing some basketball,” Steve supplies.

Dr. Cho gently manipulates Kate’s ankle, Kate letting out a soft whimper at the movement.

“Well, unfortunately I do believe it might be broken,” Dr. Cho says, “Let’s get you to x-ray to make sure.”

The x-ray confirms Kate has a small break in her ankle, so Dr. Cho swiftly wraps it in a cast, and lets them know that Kate should keep weight off of it for at least two weeks.

As they are leaving, Dr. Cho leans over to Steve, “So let Natasha and Wanda know that I would like to see Kate in two weeks to see how it is healing.”

Steve and Bucky immediately freeze. Dr. Cho notices.

“They don’t know yet, do they?” Dr. Cho asks.

The super soldiers shake their heads no. Helen laughs.

“They are gonna kill you,” she says in a sing-song tone.

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Steve and Bucky take Kate back to the apartment where, after all the craziness of the day, Kate pretty much instantly falls asleep on the couch watching TV.

Bucky and Steve find themselves in the kitchen staring at the number on the fridge.

They look at the number then back at each other.

A pregnant pause passed before Bucky exclaims, “NOT IT!”

“You can’t call ‘not it’ on this,” Steve says, annoyed.

“I believe I just did babe,” Bucky replies a little too smugly.

Steve frowns. Bucky leans over and kisses his cheek before smiling and making his way into the living room to watch TV and keep an eye on Kate.

Steve sighs and pulls out his phone, dialing the number.

The phone only rings for a few seconds before Natasha picks up.

“Hello?”

“Hey Nat. It’s Steve.”

“Hi Steve. Is everything okay? Is Kate okay?” Her voice instantly becoming concerned.

“Everything is fine—well not fine—but we are okay… mostly,” Steve fumbles, almost nervous to actually tell Natasha what is going on.

“What do you mean, ‘mostly’? What is going on, Rogers?” Natasha’s tone becomes slightly annoyed at Steve’s vagueness.

“Um, well, you see, we were playing basketball with Kate, and she kinda sorta maybe… brokeherankle,” Steve rushes out.

“She what? Oh my god, is she okay?”

“She is okay. She kept a pretty brave face for the whole thing,” Steve supplies, “she is taking a nap right now.”

He hears Natasha sigh tiredly over the line and relay the information to Wanda.

“We will be home in 6 hours.”

Before he can say anything else, the line goes dead.

Steve sighs and looks up at the ceiling.

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Six hours later, Natasha and Wanda come home to find Kate, sitting in between Steve and Bucky with her ankle propped up on the coffee table, laughing at whatever movie they are watching.

Steve and Bucky turn their heads when they hear the front door close and are met with concerned expressions from Natasha and Wanda.

Natasha and Wanda make their way into the living room.

“Hey malen’kiy yastreb!” Natasha smiles.

Kate turns her head and smiles back, “Mama! Mom! You guys are home early!”

“Of course, milaya,” Wanda comes over and kisses Kate on the temple, “we had to make sure our bug was okay.”

“Oh this?” Kate gestures to her ankle, “I’m fine,” she waves off their concerns with a smile, “Uncle Bucky and Uncle Steve have been taking good care of me.”

Natasha bends down to inspect her ankle a bit before coming over to kiss Kate’s temple as well.

Steve gets up to let Natasha sit next to Kate.

“You sure you’re okay, malyshka?” Natasha asks.

“Yeah,” Kate smiles, “it was a little scary without you and Mom there, but it’s all okay now.”

Natasha smiles at Kate’s bravery and growth, she puts her arms around Kate, “I’m proud of you, baby.”

“Love you Mama,” Kate settles into her embrace.

[asoftenderlove]

Love when my great aunt from New Orleans flies in cuz she always has tea. Last time she was talking about how my grandpa stopped going to church because the bishop(his brother) asked him for his wife's w2s to see how much she would tithe and how before he was a pastor he was a professional scammer

[sephirajo]

Rest in piss Ratsy!

[skys-lullaby]

SAME SAME SAME

[trashy-corvian]

Some nights I still dream about her...

Neverwinter Nights 2 remake...