#with a bullet

[bitterkarmaa]

Eclipse paces the expanse of his room, walking the same path, over the same floorboards, with the same troubled expression on his face. His eyes flick to the clock again.

It’s two hours after closing. Why isn’t KC here by now?

In an attempt to dispel his anxiety, he settles down at his desk, his hand coming up to roll one of his screwdrivers over the slick metal surface.

His leg twinges. Subtly, an unnoticeable movement to the eyes of a human, but all too familiar for someone such as Eclipse. His systems nag him about his battery once more, but he forces the panic they bring back down. He has to. He can’t rest yet.

A clatter outside the room brings Eclipse back to the present, eyes darting up and over to the door with a brutal intensity that chips away at his patience like a woodpecker on bark. Despite his inner working begging for him to stay put, Eclipse rises to his feet and walks, somewhat stiffly, over to the door. His hand comes out, grasping the metal knob between silently shaking fingers.

He never had claws like KC did. Eclipse thought they would be handy for his projects, but would otherwise prove themselves dangerous for the children.

He turns the knob, opens the door, and peeks outside.

A scattered group of intruders rustle about the theater outside, poking stray security bots with bayonets of loaded guns. When the door creaks open, they all pause, giving Eclipse enough time to swivel around and close the door once again, backing away with wide eyes and shrunken rays.

Entry not authorized. Intruders on the premises.

Words appear in his sightline, and he angrily swipes them away with rapidly flailing hands and quiet, subdued movements. Silently cursing the latency of the security systems, he backs further into his room, glancing nervously out to the stage that stands like a podium high above the padded floors below.

Suddenly he wishes that the ball bit they’ve been adding recently was finished and deep enough to hide a nine foot tall jester.

Would calling the authorities to yell at them speed up the sirens he hears across town?

Probably not.

Lost in his thoughts as he is, he seems to miss the large hand that clamps down on the stage he was previously considering throwing himself off of.

“Eclipse!” A harsh, hushed tone calls out to the frantic daycare attendant, startling him enough to make him jump and duck away to shield his head like a child having just punched their older sibling.

“Eclipse, bud- it’s me. It’s KC. Now get your ass over here!”

Eclipse unravels himself at once, scrambling over to his father as quickly as he can. Throwing aside the pride and dignity he tries vainly to cultivate in his free time, he throws himself into KC’s arms as soon as they are opened for him.

“Who are those people? Why do they have guns?!” Eclipse hisses, burying his face timidly into his father’s shoulder.

“….remember that lesson I gave you on burglars?”

“Oh my God those are burger hairs??” With a gasp, Eclipse lets out a very stupid sounding exclamation that manages to get a snort of amusement from KC.

“….um….no. Burglars, bud.”

“Oh.”

KC glances over to the door as the lock is rattled, muffled voices sounding from the other side that make a chill run through Eclipse’s body. He hides himself in his father’s protective hold.

“You said they usually want money, right?” Eclipse whispers.

“Aren’t you supposed to be a genius or something?”

“With technology! Not idiotic human tendencies!”

KC hums in response, clearly giving a sort of mockery that it cannot currently display through words. The lock rattles again, clicking noises giving Eclipse the sudden urge to run.

Then, quite abruptly, the lock turns. The door opens, creaking openly in a slow fashion that reminds Eclipse of the horror movies his father sometimes lets him watch. He can feel KC stiffen, its hold tightening.

“How many of these things are there?”

A voice amongst the shadows, smoother than the gruff, gravelly voices he remembers from the screen.

“Too many. Should we fix that?”

Did they not realize that both Eclipse and his father could hear them?

Oh, KC is going to kick their asses. It’ll probably toss them off the stage like the toys the children discard once they get bored. It’ll be that easy. Really quick, too. Then both father and son can finally get their well needed rest and prepare a critically worded demand for staff to make extra sure that security is tight all throughout the building. So many people are slacking these days!

It’s pretty disappointing, honestly.

So disappointing that Eclipse doesn’t realize when KC has set him down. So disappointing that the only thing that brings him back is the loud, sharp, metallic BANG that rings throughout his head in the most agonizing manner possible.

Then the pain moves.

His side.

Oil leaks through his clothes, soaking his attire in an inky darkness that almost seems cruel in contrast to his glittering, flashy orange uniform.

His vision blurs. He hears KC shout something, sounding furious and frantic all at once.

He’s never felt pain to this extent before. When the kids bite or kick, it can startle him and sometimes make him ache throughout the day- but this? What is this?

Sickening.

Why would a human do this? What did he do to deserve it? Did he do something wrong?

No. He’s a good Daycare Attendant.

He is. He’s good. He does what he’s told, and he does it well. He always has.

KC’s arms wrap around him once more, pulling him back with hushed words and soft reassurances, all while splattered with blood that drips down his face like tears.

Eclipse lowers his hand, gently touching the hole, letting the oil soak into his palm before he pulls his hand back to gaze at the substance that freely flows off his fingers.

He turns his head, slowly. The doorway is crowded with bodies. Bodies that still twitch and writhe, struggling to drag themselves out, fighting for an escape they will not achieve.

Something…changes. People would describe it as seeing red.

But as Eclipse pushes his father away, grabbing the closest weapon he can reach…

He sees no red. He sees quite clearly, actually.

The clearest he has ever seen.

And the gunman?

Rabid eyes are the last thing they see before everything goes black one final time.

[charlesoberonn]

It's gonna be such a funny mess when Donald Trump dies of a stroke on April 1st, 2024.

Naturally everybody will think it's fake because of the date only to lose their minds (both positively and negatively based on their opinion of trump) when realizing it's real

There will be massive celebrations in the streets and on social media and lots of predictable "don't speak ill of the dead" discourse about those celebrations

Weird evangelicals will pull some weird number trick talking about how Jesus was conceived on April 1st and that makes Trump a sort of messiah and people will make fun of that

The Republicans (after they're done with the faux-sadness and faux-outrage) will stomp over each other to be his successor but none of them will succeed. They'll tear each other apart and have no single nominee for the November elections.

There will be discourse about if Biden and the living former presidents should go to his funeral (they won't, he was a traitor insurrectionist)

The Ukraine-Russia War immediately goes in favor of Ukraine as morale in the Kremlin is reduced. China similarly backs off from its threats on Taiwan.

Ten thousand new memes are made, some sticking around for years to come.

Not a month later a bunch of unofficial biographies of Trump hit the bookshelves, many with new details about just how awful he was.

[girldraki]

[lygma-nygma]

I miss the pre-New 52 Tim and Jason dynamic so much. It was basically Jason beating the fuck out of Tim well being all "nothing personal kid I just hate everything about you, your existence and the fact you're breathing right now" and Tim spitting up blood going "what if your mother was a whore, kill yourself" and Jason just deciding right then and there that this kid is his favourite person. Then it just turned into a Tom and Jerry hunt across the city where Jason keeps hitting Tim with the "join me, be my robin" and Tim kicks him in the balls.

[pas-si-fleur]

one of my favourite new upcoming GL manga rn, love bullet, about girls who get reincarnated as cupids except they've modernized and now they use guns instead of bows.... silly sounding premise but the visual direction is extremely striking and its been super emotionally impactful to me so far at just 7 chapters out. check out the fan translation on mangadex/dynastyscans and if you like it please buy a copy of it for 5 dollars (guide on how to buy it below) cause the sales are struggling and if it gets cancelled ill die badly,,, thank you

[camilleflyingrotten]

The mysterious Golden Bullet

Or a take on Aziraphale and Crowley’s Wild West Era

And to this day…

[batman-gif]

I had a vision. They're sister albums to me

[07milkman]

fatherly support. he's trying. they both are.

(based off that one tumblr post i cant find, if you could link it to me that would be great)

[ohhimjustagirl]

"vampires will never hurt you" what if I ask them nicely

[shimamitsu]

it was announced recently that the yuri manga sukeban to tenkousei has been cancelled due to low sales, which personally made me upset bc it was genuinely a really good work. today inee, the author of love bullet, has said she's struggling with the sales of vol 1, so fans have made a guide to purchase it. i'm sharing this bc i read the first volume of love bullet and i loved it, it has so much potential and it's so sad that it might get cancelled. any amount of visibility for the manga will help! guys. it has cupid girls with guns. and gay people. come on

[yellodisney]

[suedeuxnim]

Love that Tim Drake is the kind of person who's entire life is on fire and he's like yes. A list will fix this. And then generates the most depressing list the world has ever scene while like, 90's skateboarding shredder music plays in his brain because he's soooo nailed it and this is totally gonna fix his life this time.

[magnificentmicrowave]

guys stop making fun of her it was her first assassination attempt

[andyoullhearitagain]

I'm fine.

[eternalslover]

Bullet train incorrect quotes:

Tangerine: Do you want to play 20 Questions?

Y/n: Sure!

Y/n: Whats your favorite color?

Tangerine, laser fucking focused: Triangle. Do you love me?

[batcavescolony]

Red Hood: Kill the joker!

Batman: I can't kill the joker

Jim Gordon:(who only heard Batman say kill the joker) *busting in* NO! WE'VE BEEN OVER THIS. Batman doesn't kill, I fired bullets at you last time to get you to stop. You did this for me Im doing this for you! Back away from the clown and-

Red Hood: ???

Batman: it's not for lack of trying

Red Hood:...