#violent reminder

[schizochasm]

It's not a diet. It's st4rv4t1on.

It's not a lifestyle. It's a dissorder.

It's not an aesthetic. It's a slow death.

[ryoalouette]

DP x DC

Of which Poison Ivy is the first one out of the Gotham Rogues who met the Fenton family and promptly adopts them all.

What? They might be human...ish mad inventors and whatnot, but they use those trash electronics that other people have thrown away illegally that's lying around the area. They actually recycle and their inventions are wonderful to her plants!

And if anything happens to these humans, she'll kill every human but herself! Or whatever the saying goes.

This goes double to her fellow Rogues.

Squint eyes.

You're not going to abduct Danny aren't you, Scarecrow? Bane, no kidnapping my new brother Jack. Harley, you can borrow Jazz but no adopting her. She's mine. Yes Selina, we can have girl's night out with Maddie-

Bats??? Hissssssss. No, go away. Danny might be a Wayne-classic-lookalike but no kidnapping him for Brucie. Shoo.

[speench]

nsbu fans listen to me, listen, most of the cast hasn't had an Ify moment yet where they talk directly to their ?? alter egos?? and before we see dynamics unfold with other characters I need everyone to consider: Liv and Kingskin as unwilling father and his newfound ride or die child trope that is all

[theeroins]

the way inho broke character to giggle a little when gihun mentioned how they had to sacrifice some of the players for the greater good.. he was witnessing the "morally superior" man who dedicated his life to make himself a hero, bend and give in to the dangerous circumstances of the game to the point he was willing to let innocent people die. oh i know it got his pussy wet

[sweeneydino]

WOH!Raph sheet

Why tf was he so hard to do like jesus-

[mons7errr]

paraphiles are cool and awesome and thinking we need to be in wards is ableist and just stupid

[hussyknee]

[joleneghoul]

Time will change you, We all outgrow our roots.

SURPRISE I've been thinking about Rip again, jk that's not surprising. anyways text is Rips inner thoughts from Time Masters #8. sort of.

[dreamtydraw]

idk if you still accept last legacy, but perhaps Stella and Felix 👉👈

grieving...

[canisalbus]

grrr

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[marclef]

some more of the bestest babysitter, protector (and collector) of all of the teeny babies possible! ✨

[despoticmouse]

has SM taught the child how to draw? i think they would bond or possible communicate with drawing

SM often likes to draw out survival lessons for the slup to learn from; the strength and weaknesses of enemies, how to foster relationships, how to look out for danger, etc.

This particular lesson session isn't the first, but it IS the first time the slup has taken to mimicking SM's artistic capabilities to convey something they've been wanting to share for a while.

They didn't expect SM to be so emotionally devestated /positive by what they drew, but they're very happy that they feel similar. Despite the horrifying expression that came of it.

[samdeancrimespree]

samdean having the same blood type is so important to me like icb we never saw them giving each other blood transfusions.

it would’ve been john’s idea at first… sam gets a serious injury on one of his first hunts and he’s losing blood but they’re in the woods and john— calm, ignoring the obvious horror and self-blame on dean’s face— orders dean to the car, go get the first aid kit. dean’s out of breath when he gets back, silently taking over putting pressure on sam’s wound, entire focus on keeping him awake, you’re okay sammy, just look at me. he barely takes notice of john until he’s pulling dean’s left hand off sam, pushing up his sleeve. dean doesn’t even glance at him until he feels something stick in his forearm. that’s when he looks, seeing plastic tubing and needles. he makes brief eye contact with his father, understanding despite never going to a doctor before, and turns back to sam. sam barely reacts to the needle in his arm, just a weak flutter of eyelids, and dean sits there in shock until john smacks him on the side of the head, ordering him to stand up. dean obeys, already a good soldier at 17. he stands over sam like a guardian angel, watching his blood travel down the tube into sam’s veins as john sews the hole in his abdomen shut.

john knows from looking at him that he must be lightheaded, but dean still insists on helping sammy back to the car, sticking close to him like he’ll die if he lets go.

both boys in the backseat, pale from blood loss, but alive. sam’s head is on dean’s shoulder, and deans arm is around him, blood-stained fingers dragging up and down his arm slowly, soothing.

john doesn’t even argue about them sharing a bed that night; he’s too tired. dean refuses to leave sam’s side for a moment, washing the blood and grime off sam’s face, hands and stomach without doing the same for himself. they fall asleep with sam’s face almost against dean’s chest and dean’s arms tight around him, feeling him breathing.

once they know they can, they do it a lot. dean offering when it’s really not necessary, and sam letting him, both pretending they don’t just enjoy sharing everything about themselves.

and Maybe when they get a drop of blood on their hands they just lick it off instead of dirtying their clothes and Maybe that’s where sam got his taste for blood from but who am i to say

[if-you-heart]

heart will forever be an absolute tweaker to me. this guy didn’t gradually become like this he was always on something man

[dykedvonte]

My only defense of conceptual follower Benny is that he was a warrior nomad and a raider, that still has it in him if we take the All Roads comic into consideration, and how he is not like a real dainty soft hand city slicker, cause it’s mostly an act.

So in scenarios where he is forced to travel with the Courier I 100% think he’d be like “What do ya mean you can’t scale a mountain, pussycat? Watch how the pros do it.” And then you see him scuttle up a cliff face scarily fast only to have to save him when he bumps into a Cazador nest.

[m3ntal-hiatus]

gojo has one printed photo of geto, just one.

not two, because where’s the incentive to take care of them both? if the other is tarnished, he has a backup. there’s nothing that could make him cherish two or three, and love them equally.

no, he has one.

sure, he could have more. it wouldn’t be the same.

just. one.

sometimes it’s framed, sitting pretty on his desk or bedside table. sometimes it’s tucked carefully into his wallet.

sometimes, arguably most of the time, it’s in his hands.

it’s an ugly photo of him, really. he wasn’t ready for it and didn’t even know there was a camera pointed at him. candid — his head thrown back in a genuine hearty laugh, teeth and all.

gojo had managed to bug (beg) shoko enough to let him rifle through her old flip phone since he, of course, hadn’t bothered to take any photos of his own other than the odd selfie or two. he eventually scrolled far enough in shoko’s gallery that he found it, the date reading back to their earliest days at Jujutsu Tech. he almost hated himself for smiling with the photo.

he never gave shoko her phone back and she hadn’t asked for it. he had that photo printed, but only once.

he had to prove to himself that he could keep one good thing in his life.