#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.

[personnotfound]

i hope whoever actually shot that CEO is having a good day.

[girldraki]

[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

[batman-gif]

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

[clownosaurus]

[randmsapphic]

love bullet is probably one of the strongest first volumes of a yuri that I've read in awhile like the way it handles grief, moving on, and missed opportunities in life due someone dying young is genuinely captivating

[iminrage]

the batkids are strong in their own rights. they're used to protecting their friends and loved ones. they are the protective one in their teams.

however, whenever Bruce is around, all of a sudden they became kittens held by the mother. all those protective instincts? gone. they are now with their father and their job is to duck or satay away or run to safety when instructed. jumping in front of harm's way? that's dad's job. them's the rules.

[benzobucky]

Colors of My Chemical Romance' albums

[nicenever]

They Wanted to Fall in Love After All

[yalambda]

Take Me Out x Speeding bullet

Had a hard time choosing which specific lyrics to use because the whole song is just them xd

[waydownn]

Listening to bullets how god intended

[ohhimjustagirl]

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

[fandommothfreak]

I think Duke should be immortal in the "cannot die" sense and Jason should be immortal in the "cannot stay dead" sense and that they should keep this a secret from everyone including each other. And then they should both get caught in a situation that Absolutely Should Kill Them Instantly, miraculously not die, and then be like:

Like Jason shields Duke from some massive explosion or something, and Duke is horrified because he thinks Jason just pointlessly sacrificed himself for someone who would've been fine anyway - only for Jason to very casually come back from the dead, look at a completely unscathed Duke Thomas, and go, "Hey, what the fuck."

And Duke should look at a freshly revived Jason Todd and be like, "Me what the fuck? No you what the fuck."

And they end up both agreeing to not say a word about this to the rest of the Bats. Which poses issues. Because here you have a pair of unhinged vigilante siblings that do not fear death, that additionally now know they don't have to fear each other's deaths either, both unwilling to give anything less than everything they have to do what they think is right (and/or what they really, really want to).

So. Some things that happen in consequence:

Duke throws Jason off a fifty-story building in pursuit of some shoplifting rich asshole that was caught on camera insulting Duke's favorite metal band and being a classist fuck about it. This does, incidentally, re-traumatize Nightwing, who was ten feet away and not prepared to see his little brother yeeted off the side of a building, no grapple in sight - but it also traumatizes the shoplifter when Jason lands right in front of him, grotesquely knits himself back together, and rises from the ground in a distinctly horrifying fashion just to beat the shit out of him. So Duke takes the win.

Jason shoots Duke in the head to get him to stop shining light in his eyes in the middle of a gunfight. He does stop, but only because Batman shows up out of nowhere, and now Duke gets to pretend to be grievously injured while Batman yells at Jason about "self-control" and "maturity" and "putting teammates at risk." Meanwhile Duke is playing up this horrible concussion that he doesn't even have. Jason is seething. (Duke gets checked out at Leslie's. They convince her to lie for them by appealing to her inner petty bitch.)

Jason gets his payback a few months later by poisoning himself at an undercover op and subsequently forcing Duke to drag his dead body around a mob-owned nightclub for like half an hour trying to convince seasoned criminals that this brick shithouse of a man sprawled awkwardly across his back is just... really wasted. Totally not a corpse.

Both Jason and Duke get caught in many, many, many explosions after that initial reveal, and it's always terrifying for the rest of the Bats. It gets to a point where Batman refuses to partner Duke and Jason together for literally anything, because they always act fucking insane. Big metal vehicle moving hundreds of miles an hour towards an unsuspecting civilian? That's okay! Jason will just throw Duke in front if it. Unknown, volatile substance potentially being used by a notorious serial killer to murder his victims? No lab testing required! Duke will just pour a whole pint of the stuff on Jason's bare arm to see how it reacts. Bomb that can't be disarmed? Why wait for backup when these two psychopaths can just grab the thing and jump into the harbor? Like, genuinely. The stress. Bruce is one particularly traumatic incident away from actually considering therapy.