#you will reach for it again and again

[fragmentdecosmos]

I just had the most vivid dream where Batman found himself inadvertently ensnared by Ivy's pollen. The situation spiraled into a nightmarish ordeal as, in his altered state, he wielded Kryptonite against Superman in order to have his way with him.

Mind you, Sups wasn't affected by the spores. Ivy's plant based attacks are calqued on human biology so he felt none of the sexual urgue and just had to suffer through the pain of being litteraly split in two.

In the aftermath, Clark was left compounded by a profound disconnect to the reality of what happened. He's got this child-like naivety in the matters of intimacy, and doesn't really understand what went down. Not really. His perception of Batman as a paragon of self-discipline deepens his conviction that what happened couldn't be put on the sole back of the pollen. That he must've had a behavior that pushed the shorter man to believe he wanted it, too. Maybe it's something he said. Corruption always begins in the mouth. The tongue. The first poem in the world was "I Too Want To Eat."

The League is in its nascent stages, barely taking form, and he's reluctant to tell anyone. Tormented by his skewed perception that it was an act he performed with Batman rather than an assault on him, he refrains from disclosing what he thinks is his struggle with infidelity in his relationship with Lois, understanding the potential impact on the others' trust in him. He keeps quiet even as the memory sticks to his fingers like melted ice-cream. Beats inside his ribs like a second heart. Rather, he carries it's body from room to room. Heavier than iron it feels. Stains his hands wine-dark.

Meanwhile, Batman has retreated into the shadows, consumed by self-loathing and remorse. The fact that he became, by the single act of not dominating his lust, the antithesis of the very ideals he fights to uphold is a burden that seems all encompassing. He thought he knew hunger before this day. Found this kind of touch unbearable to witness. To want. Desire has always been ugly. Shaped like two hands wrapped around a throat.

Even so, he devoured someone else. Like a rotten dog, like an angel with teeth falling out it's gums. It's in his bones, aching, this fire. The dog that weeps after it kills is no better than the dog that doesn't. His guilt will not purify him.

It's desperate for redemption that he entertains the myriads of possibilities to right the wrongs of that fateful night, even to the point of contemplating altering the fabric of time itself.

As the days stretch into weeks, his absence raises concerns, and it's only out of the need to maintain his cover that he brings himself to the doors of Wayne Enterprises sporadically.

In the interim, Journalist! Lois and Witty! Jimmy embark into a relentless quest both in the shadows of Gotham and the bustling streets of Metropolis, hunting for the truth behind Clark's erratic behavior.

[sleepymarimo]

jokingly telling 𝐓𝐎𝐉𝐈 a few weeks before your due date about how babies sometimes get switched in hospitals and he just shakes his head and says you’re being silly…

…then when megumi is born he refuses to let him out of his sight because he is not going to risk having his son swapped!! his big frame is almost blocking the halls, his nose grazing the glass of the door window while he watches each test..!!

and when the nurse steps out holding baby ‘gumi in a blanket, they’re obviously intimidated, practically squirming under the assassin’s gaze. “uh, i’m guessing you’re dad?”

toji takes megumi from them, holding the newborn like he’s a treasure, which he is. one look at those little green eyes peeking from the blankets and toji knows he’s going to guard this tiny bundle with his life.

he nods. “yeah, i’m dad.”

[saints-who-never-existed]

“In the war film, a soldier can hold his buddy—as long as his buddy is dying on the battlefield. In the western, Butch Cassidy can wash the Sundance Kid’s naked flesh—as long as it is wounded. In the boxing film, a trainer can rub the well-developed torso and sinewy back of his protege—as long as it is bruised. In the crime film, a mob lieutenant can embrace his boss like a lover—as long as he is riddled with bullets. 

Violence makes the homo-eroticism of many “male” genres invisible; it is a structural mechanism of plausible deniability.”

–Tarantino’s Incarnational Theology: Reservoir Dogs, Crucifixions, and Spectacular Violence. Kent L. Brintnall.

[catcze]

No bcs the way Sylus would never ever let you pay for anything…..one time, you try to pay discretely during dinner when you think he’s not looking ( bc you wanna pay for something !! It's not like you're broke, after all, and you don't want it to seem like you're only after him for his black card ) and he just. Snatches the bill away from you !! Before you can even blink !! And when you look at him, his brow is raised and there's a smug, playful smirk on his face— and a silent 'Really, sweetie?' hangs in the air, like he can't believe his eyes. And before you can even protest, he's already handing the bill —with his card in it— back to the waitstaff.

"Better luck next time," Sylus says, shooting you a smirk, knowing full well he's not gonna let you pay next time, either.

[fantasticgothicpeachsludge]

Bernard: i lied. i don’t like sex. put your clothes back on babe and watch my power point presentation about What The Fuck Is Going On Between Batman And Twoface

Tim: …

[gascreates]

a new star

[poirott]

David Suchet on filming the final shot of Agatha Christie's Poirot

The last episode for Agatha Christie's Poirot tv series was shot on location at Greenway, Agatha Christie's house in Devon, on June 28 2013.

David Suchet improvised his last take to give thanks to the amazing crew, by tipping his hat like Poirot would have done. With crew members cheering and crying, David, too, was moved to tears. "This is the end of something that I have lived with half of my life, the culmination of a dream that has lasted years, the pinnacle of what I had worked towards for so long," he writes in his book Poirot and Me.

↳ Documentaries: BEING POIROT (2013) TRAVELS WITH AGATHA CHRISTIE & SIR DAVID SUCHET (2025)

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Maybe we never had a chance.

[First] Prev <–-> Next

[frownyalfred]

“Bruce always falls for Selina’s tricks” wrong, Bruce let her kiss him on a rooftop one time and Selina managed to get her tongue into one of his click-command clips on his back left molar and remotely activated the Batmobile while they were frenching and he NEVER let it happen again (he did, he just never let her stick her tongue into his mouth ever again)

[samgirl98]

The Wireless Customer You Are Calling is Not Available, Please Try Again Later

It's Talia's time to spend with Danny and she might have accidentally kidnapped him.

Danny groaned as he came back to consciousness. Where was he? What had happened? The last thing he remembered was going to sleep in his bed. He had gone to bed early because he was going to spend time with his birth mom, Talia Al Ghul. Danny was about to attack when he heard a familiar voice.

“Good, you’re awake. Now we can spend time together, Habibi.”

“Ugh, Talia, what the hell, did you kidnap me?”

Talia pulled a face when he called her by her name. She’d been trying to get him to call her mother, but he already had a mom.

“It wasn’t kidnapping. It’s my time to spend with you.”

“And you couldn’t have waited for me to wake up, why exactly?”

Talia was…pushy. She wanted Danny to accept her and didn’t take ‘no’ for an answer. Danny could understand her perspective. Here was the son she thought she had lost. Any parent would want to connect with their lost child again, but she seemed to forget that Danny was his own person and already had parents.

“Ugh. Where are we?”

He stared out the plane's window and saw desert and mountain ranges. How long had he been asleep? How hadn’t he woken up when Talia had kidnapped him? He knew he was tired, but still.

“We’re above Afghanistan, close to the Hindu Kush range. It’s time you got to know Nanda Parbat, your birthright, my young prince. You may be a King in the Realm of the Dead, but you’re also royalty in the Land of the Living.”

Danny stared at his phone as Talia spoke, not paying attention to the spiel she was giving. Who cared if he was royalty on Earth? He had enough to deal with being King of the Infinite Realms, dammit! The last thing he wanted was to take on more responsibility.

Crap, there was no signal. He hoped Talia had left a note to his parents, or the Earth would be in danger of the Fentons tearing it apart, looking for him.

He was about to ask her when the question got stuck in his throat. Below him, a vast city carved into the mountain opened up. It was awe-inspiring. He couldn’t help but stare, his mouth wide open.

Beside him, Talia smirked. She would show her son wonders and, hopefully, he would want to spend more time with her because of it.

____

Maddie and Jack Fenton were ready to tear the world apart in their search for their son. They had woken up early to remind their son that Talia was coming to spend time with him.

When they entered his room, though, his bed had been empty.

There had been no signs or struggles, but no note either.

Ever since they discovered that Danny was moonlighting as a superhero, their son would tell them, or at least send them a quick text, so that they wouldn’t worry. There had been nothing.

“Quick, Jack, call him.”

“On it!”

Jack put the phone on speaker, hoping to hear his son’s voice.

“The wireless customer you are calling is not available, please try again later.”

The Fentons stared at each other briefly and then ran toward the emergency ops center. They were going to find their son, no matter what.

____

Bruce didn’t feel a headache blooming. It was out in full force.

He had woken up to incessant phone rings at 6:30 a.m. He had answered to the Fentons asking if he knew where Danny was.

He had not.

“Tt, I don’t know why they're worrying. He’s probably with mother.”

Bruce tried calling Talia again. It went straight to voicemail.

“Exactly! Probably, we can’t know for sure,” Maddie yelled. She was alternating between calling Danny and Talia.

An automated voice answered Maddie again.

“The wireless customer you are calling is not available, please try again later.”

“Okay, time for plan B. It’s time to try a summoning,” Jack said.

____

Danny could admit it, at least to himself, that Nanda Parbat was beautiful.

It was a secret city carved into the Himalayan mountains. The air was fresh, the snow-capped mountains gorgeous, and the people all looked at him with awe. There were treasures everywhere, and the architecture was beautiful.  

It would’ve been perfect if it weren’t for his fruit loop of a grandfather.

Danny ignored the older man clad in green. He started tuning him out when he gave his spiel of ‘protecting the Earth through assassination, blah, blah, blah.’

Sorry, Danny wasn’t into killing; he couldn’t risk turning evil, and if he took one life, what’s stopping him from taking another? He shuddered when he thought of Dan. No, he could never kill.

“Father, I think it’s better that Daniel learned how to rule differently. After all, he is already a King, and he’s like his father in that he doesn’t believe in killing. He should learn how to rule instead of kill.”

Fruit Loop frowned, looking disappointed.

“Fine, I’ll teach you how to rule, grandson, but in the future, you may find yourself in a situation where you will have no choice. I guess you’ll have to learn that yourself.”

Danny cocked his head to side, weighing the older man’s intentions. It would be nice to have some guidance from someone who understood what it felt like to carry the weight of a kingdom on their shoulder, even if they did kill.

After all, Danny had used Vlad to learn from him, too, so why not?

“Fine, but I refuse to kill.”

The man gave a sardonic smile, “You are, after all, your father’s son.”

____

Bruce flinched when Maddie yelled out in frustration. He heard something break.

He couldn’t blame her. They had tried summoning Danny, and that stupid automated voice came through.

“The wireless customer you are calling is not available, please try again later.”

“Mrs. Fenton, I would appreciate it if you could refrain from breaking the glass cases,” Alfred admonished.

Maddie said nothing, but Bruce could feel the glare behind his back. He tried calling Talia again, and once again, the call went to voicemail. Even Damian had tried calling his mother, but she didn’t answer. Bruce didn’t know how long he could keep the Fentons from tearing the world apart looking for Danny.

The automated voice echoed throughout the cave, grinding Bruce’s already frayed nerves.

“The wireless customer you are calling is not available, please try again later.”

____

“Hey, Talia, before I forget to ask again. Did you leave my parents a note?”

Danny felt like his head would explode from all the information Ra’s had given him. He had even started taking notes because, as much as he was a fruit loop, the man had lived for centuries and offered solid advice. Once the man stopped talking about killing, he was decent to be around. He was an environmentalist and, in his misguided way, he wanted to keep the Earth and its creatures safe.

It still didn’t mean Danny was going to follow the man blindly.

“No, after all, they knew that it was my time with you.”

Danny felt a chill go down his spine. Oh no, that wasn’t good. He tried to keep calm.

“Can I borrow a phone that has a signal?”

Talia said nothing but handed him her phone. It had over a hundred missed calls from his parents, Bruce, and Damian.

“Seriously, Talia, you couldn’t have answered the phone? They could be tearing the world apart right now, looking for me!”

Danny called his parents. It didn’t even finish the first ring.

“Talia, have you seen Danny?” came his mom’s frantic voice.

“Mom, it’s me. I’m fine.”

“Danny, oh my sweet boy, are you okay? Are you hurt?”

“I’m fine, mom, I’m with Talia. I’m sorry, I couldn’t get any signal here.”

“Where’s ‘here’?”

“Uh, I’m kinda in another country in the Himalayan mountains.”

“What, why are you there? How dare she? Pass me Talia, now!”

Danny gave the phone to Talia and ignored the yelling in favor of staring out the window. Nanda Parbat was wonderful. He wondered if he could convince Talia to bring his family and friends here. He could already see Jazz devouring the books they had. His mom would love to challenge the fighters, and his dad could learn more about engineering machines. Sam would love the plant and animal conservation, and Tuck could see more technological advancements.

Danny was so lost in thought that he didn’t notice when Talia had stopped talking.

“You have fierce parents. I’m glad you were found by people who cared for you when I couldn’t.”

 Danny stared at Talia.

“Yeah, they would kill or die for me. I’m scared how far I’d go for them, too.”

Talia sighed.

“Family is complicated. It makes us give up our morals as long as it means having them close.”

“This is the first time you’ve acknowledged them as my family.”

She frowned. “I hate that you were raised by someone else, but I can at least give my thanks that you were cared for and loved.”

Danny said nothing, hugged Talia quickly, and gave her a good night.

“I’ll see you tomorrow…mother.”

Danny ignored Talia’s wet eyes as he walked away.

In the Long Now, Clockwork undid the spell so his King couldn’t be summoned. After all, he deserved guidance from his other family, too.

Last in the series, might not be as good as the other two and not as funny, but I think it's hard to make it funny with Talia in it

[ir-dr]

Day 3726 - 3 April 2025

💪 Let Me Carry That For You! 💪

..and some funny fridge magnets lol

🛒A super limited amount is up on my store! 🛒

.//projectTiGER

[squidgirlautism]

controversial take but I truly think that if you are using indigenous status in the i/p debate, you need to be able to look at the officially recognized definition for indigeneity and explain how x fit that

[egophiliac]

Silver is finally here...he just took the title for the most beautiful card in TWST's history...

me five years ago: wow I really hope we get to see dragon Malleus someday! that'll be so nice and wonderful. I bet he's a big silly! :)

twst: :)

GOD. it occurred to me literally three hours before the anniversary stream that they might've been saving the reveal for then to just explode us all at once. this timing was EXTREMELY deliberate. thank you Twst. I can't even focus on all the Blazing Jewel stuff because Silver wielding the physical manifestation of his Complicated Dad Issues is busy eating my entire brain. and -- oh what's that? he duos with Lilia? I'M RUINED THANK YOU ᕕ( ᐕ )ᕗ

this is your warning that I'm going to be the most annoying person on the planet come Monday morning, thank you everybody and goodniiiiiiight

[inkyrainstorms]

There is a light, I feel it in me

but only, it seems, when the dark surrounds me

@aroace-get-out-of-my-face do you understand what this post did to my brain chemistry. Do you. You and anon, do you understand. Fuck, man

full comic under the cut!

[myoonmii]

He watches him like a ghost

[foggysirens]

okay other ships are great but there is truly nothing that can stand against watching a being as old as time with the angelic power of the cosmos reach out and rest a healing hand against the face of the man he loves and breaking through every order and every command that’s been inside him for millennia. like you mean to tell me that there is anything more romantic than that ??? anything more than castiel, a being of unfathomable power, choosing to reach out and use touch and feel dean to heal him over and over again even when we know it’s not necessary ??? i will never get over it and i will never be sane because there is nothing that even comes close to that in other ships im sorry but like the very touch of him corrupts and from that first second he was lost and he fell in love with humanity because he fell in love with dean and with every gentle and healing touch made with a soldiers hands he pours that love into deans skin and hmmnnngnng