#you’re tripping

[sandeewithtwoe]

Killer would be terrible at court

Color is talking about this comic at the beginning btw

Killer belongs to rahafwabas

Color belongs to SuperYoumna

Transcription:

Color: … and then he asked me to join the Star Sanses out of the blue

Killer: Damn, seriously?

Color: Yeah, I refused the offer though

Killer: Good, or else our friendly meetings would be kinda weiiird

Color: …

Color: Just to be clear, I don’t like you working for Nightmare either

Killer: Sigh, we already talked about this. Boss isn’t all that bad!

Killer: He gives us food to eat, a place to sleep AND he even let’s us watch the TV at night

Color: Yeah, I don’t know if you know this, but that’s like the bare minimum. Like, what do you think will happen if you quit one day?

Killer: What? Why would I do that?

Color: Just answer the question

Killer: I don’t know, he’ll probably kill me

Color: Yeah! See??

Killer: …?

Color: You don’t see anything wrong with that?

Killer: No, not really

[ghost-bxrd]

Prompt:

Jason keeps accidentally drawing parallels between his running away to Ethiopia and getting killed.

He leaves a note saying he‘ll be back soon? Three terrified bats AND a supe crashing through the roof of a 7/11.

Casually mentioning he‘ll be going overseas to check up on a lead? Surprise! Nightwing‘s going the same way! What a coincidence!

Jason pushes someone off the roof? “Don’t worry Jaylad, I know it was an accident!!!!”

The next gig takes place at an abandoned warehouse? “Explosives whomst?? No, Jason, of course I didn’t scout the area beforehand. Don’t be absurd. Your bombs?? Oh, those were yours?”

Look, it’s not that Jason doesn’t appreciate a demonstration of how much they care. But he’s getting seriously fed up with the level of overprotectiveness everyone’s displaying.

Although, in retrospect, he could have handled this whole thing better than having an open spat with Bruce and then disappearing on them for two months straight. Oops.

(In his defense, Kori got them cards for a once-in-life-time-space-opera.)

[l-ii-zz]

Roatrip AU arrives! ✨

[blughxreader]

Mundane platonic yandere batfam HC …

You’re cooking with Dick when you accidentally spill something. When you wipe it up with a rag, it was just water enough to show a clear handprint

Dick is like 🥺🥺🥺 omfg….. so cute let me take a picture

Kind of like how we get gushy when our pets make a paw print <3 they do the exact same level of cooing and awing

[theghooligan]

helaena after that crazy weirwood-dragon-dream she had starring her uncle daemon:

[ceilidho]

having insane brainrot about ex-ghost and you bought something back when you were together that has no refunds like a vacation or a concert where you can’t manage to get anyone to buy your ticket. you think there’s no way he’d come after you blocked him on everything, but your stomach drops when you see his big ass frame across the queue line for the venue or at the same airport gate as you with his boarding pass in hand, staring right back at you…oh i’m freakin it 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

I had this stored in my inbox for ages because I was hoping to be inspired enough to write for it but alas it never happened 😢 but oh Christ ex husband Ghost is just on another level altogether. Ex-husband Price might’ve played the game and let you have your stupid divorce because he knew you’d come back to him eventually, needing him to help you out (or manufacturing situations to have you relying on him for help), but ex-husband Ghost is another beast entirely. Whatever paperwork you send gets binned immediately. He’ll use it for kindling if he has to. And god forbid you sent it by courier.

He’s still showing up at the airport for your vacation even though you called him and begged him to just let you go alone. He hummed on the phone, sounding distracted like usual (he’s not one for phone calls; he might like the sound of your voice, but he doesn’t particularly care for his), so you assumed he’d acquiesce, but then you show up to the airport and he’s got a duffel bag slung over his shoulder and his passport in hand.

[m0n5t3r-3n3rg7]

I was listening to that exact song when I showered today :)

Papa, what’s your opinion on Abba?

I hope this answers your question.

[yjcorefourenjoyer]

Hc that Robin Tim tried to condition Bruce into being better/less aggressive by using positive reinforcement (convincing Alfred to make cookies when Bruce has a good night), negative reinforcement (stops nagging when Bruce goes to sleep early), positive punishment (sleepy time bottle my beloved), and negative punishment (taking away his cases when he’s been up too late).

Like just the thought that Tim looked up ways to get people to do what you want and decided to go with classical conditioning is hilarious to me. He probably looked at the therapy pamphlet for two seconds before throwing it out and decided manipulating Bruce into being healthier was easier and more efficient.

HE ABSOLUTELY WOULD!

passive aggressive/manipulative (for the better) Tim drake my beloved!

Don’t mind him he’s just doing what all Robins do, Training Batman.

But like seriously Tim just wants to help and the only REAL way to help Batman is to beat him at his own game, planing and stubbornness. Same applies when you want to help Tim too, He probably thinks everyone gets help this way or something.

(Tim helps yj98 that way and it seems to work fine…. Tim just doesn’t know that everyone he hangs out with is a little weird)

[ryan-sometimes]

Being a biochemistry student is so funny because I’ll be staring off into space and look deep in thought but really I’m just thinking about CRISPR. The Roman Empire of every biochem student

[gojoest]

when you tell satoru you love him for the first time he needs a bit to digest it bc nobody’s ever told him that before. he’s happy and reacts likewise in the moment but it rly kicks in later, a few days after that he’s like “you actually love me? me?”, at 4am in the morning

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 268

Fright Knight sighs, running a clawed hand through his hair in an attempt to stop the flames from flickering into being. It had been far too long since he had taken a human-ish form. His human-ish form. Ugh. He didn’t exactly care for his human form after so long as a ghost, but needs must he supposed. 

Especially with the whole, we’re going to punch a backdoor into the literal daycare part of the Infinite Realms and be surprised when literal toddlers go exploring. 

Well, at least it got him off of guard duty for a bit, which was relieving. Not that he didn’t love the darkness, but it got boring in the shadow of his sword for literal centuries with nothing else happening. He was a warrior for Realm’s sake! Borderline an Ancient in both power and age! He wasn’t meant to stay so still for so long. 

So while ghostling wrangling wasn’t exactly in his area of expertise, he could definitely gather them back up to the Realms. And deal with the curs who had decided to attack literal babies. 

The Daycare area was already understaffed due to just how large it was, and the one in charge of this section had practically sobbed to the Council (In another world they would have been put on hold for a century in line for their concerns, and then more once a Sarcophagus was opened, but they had told the other ghosts in distress, causing others to let them go up in said line) how they were almost certain they had felt at least one core form Outside the realms thanks to the breach. 

Which had understandably put everyone at an uproar. 

So here he was slipping between shadows to do reconnaissance and take stock of if any Ghostlings had left the city. And gently scruffing those he comes across in exasperation because what are you doing, ghostling? Look at the mess, what would your caretaker say? 

[fuckyeahisawthat]

Paul/Chani battle couple falling in love while fighting side by side in a guerrilla war for national liberation felt like a gift to me personally for many reasons but mostly because comrades-to-lovers is SUCH a specific vibe and putting Paul Atreides into that dynamic is so so so so funny

[try-set-me-on-fire]

Ok well i had the brief thought “what about an ER nurse Eddie au?” and then this popped fully formed into existence so fuck it Friday pt 2.. warnings for smoking and vague references to critically injured kids

“That doesn’t seem very healthy.”

Smoke curls up from the cigarette held loosely in Eddie’s hand. “It’s not, particularly.”

Buck’s hands are in his pockets as he strolls away from the glass doors out into the ambulance bay where Eddie is doing the mature, professional equivalent of playing hide and seek. He comes to a stop barely a foot or two away from where Eddie leans against grimy concrete. “Didn’t know you were a smoker.”

“I’m not,” Eddie sighs, “Particularly.” He looks over Buck’s face as he takes a drag, cataloging bruises and cuts. He hadn’t been the one to look him over before he was discharged, probably because he was out here avoiding having to do so. “Only when it’s- only after the bad shifts.” And only once a month, even if the bad shifts come again and again. He bought this pack in January, it’s stale as shit.

Buck’s eyes follow the smoke as it drifts skyward. “Rough one today?”

Eddie thinks he probably doesn’t have to explain to Buck that it’s sometimes better when a kid is dead on arrival so he doesn’t have to try his best to administer care he knows will be useless. He doesn’t have to explain a day where nothing goes right and he loses more people than he can save and he still has to walk away from someone’s parent or wife or sister, left behind forever in a waiting room on the worst day of their life, and go on to lose the next person too. Doesn’t have to explain why he’s out here, and not in there. “Mm. We’ve got this repeat customer, always hate to have him back.”

Buck’s eyes flick to his face before they settle somewhere around his elbow. “Yeah?”

“Yeah. He seems like a nice guy. I worry about him. He’s here too often.”

Buck doesn’t look up. “What was he in for this time?”

“Minor concussion. Bruising. Lacerations.” Eddie sucks cancer into his lungs. “Heard a house fell on him.” Exhales it into the night.

Buck does look up this time, eyes a darker blue out here in the shadows. “Part of a house. Just a staircase and the- like, the balcony, really.”

“Maybe he should stay away from those.”

“From houses?” Buck asks, half his mouth twitching into a smile.

Eddie rests his head on the wall behind him. “Guess that’s not really practical.”

“No.” Buck is quiet for a moment, one hand slipping out of his pocket and running through his hair. Eddie wonders what he looks like, when he’s not here. He’s more styled, sometimes, when things aren’t very bad. He wonders if he’s usually all gelled up and neat. Eddie kind of likes the loose curls. “I’m sorry.”

“For what?”

“Making your day worse.” Buck looks genuinely apologetic, and Eddie shakes his head.

“The guy made it out okay this time.” Buck is just close enough that Eddie can kick at his boot with his sensible orthopedic sneaker. “You didn’t even need stitches.”

“That’s good.” Eddie’s left foot is pressed along the inside of Buck’s right, and Buck is staring down at them. “His favorite nurse was on break. I would have missed you if someone else had to do them.”

Eddie laughs, just a few bursts of soundless oxygen. “You gotta find new ways to see me before something happens that I can’t fix.”

Buck moves, taking the few steps necessary to lean against the wall beside him. Carefully, he takes the cigarette from Eddie’s hand, holds it between two of his own fingers, and takes a drag. Eddie watches it happen like he’s monitoring somebody’s pulse ox, and when Buck coughs he laughs again, louder this time. “Fuck,” Buck says, laughing too. “Thought that would be cooler than it was.”

“Smoking isn’t cool, firefighter Buckley,” Eddie says, taking the cigarette back and pulling from it again between smiling lips.

“Hm,” Buck says, grinning out into the night. Then he sighs, and rolls his head along the concrete to look at Eddie. “I think there’s nothing you can’t fix.”

They’re very close. “There’s lots I can’t fix.”

Buck shrugs like he disagrees. “I also think I’d like to find other ways to see you.”

Buck’s eyes are even more in shadow at this angle, and they’re the color of the lake back in El Paso that he and a bunch of kids went to after graduation, drunk off beer somebody’s cousin got for them, skinny dipping with breathless terrified delight under bright constellations. “Then ask me.”

Buck inhales as Eddie exhales. “What time’s your shift end?”

“5:30 AM. So, probably 6:15.”

Buck traces the two fingers he’d used to hold the cigarette down Eddie’s arm. “You wanna get breakfast with me?”

“Yes. I would.”

Buck smiles, and Eddie snubs out the cigarette on the wall between them. “I’ll meet you here?”

“Alright.” He takes a step forward, then a step to the right so he’s standing in front of Buck. “Two hours.”

“Uh huh.”

He should really get back inside. They’re understaffed, as always, and there are too many patients, as always, and not enough beds, as always. “See you then.” He doesn’t make any move to leave.

“See you then,” Buck almost whispers. He leans forward, and Eddie still doesn’t move, so he presses a tiny kiss to the corner of his mouth for just a moment. His lips are warm. Eddie hadn’t noticed it was cold outside.

Buck pulls back and leans against the wall again. Eddie smiles, puts a hand in his pocket, and walks back toward the doors.

[mattodore]

matthias if he slayed

[jumjum-crafts]

No, stop, put your clothes on. I’m about to explain to you why among all the teachers the clock and the computer are the most likely to canonically know about each other’s existence and still reference each other in way more ways you could imagine

[michellemisfit]

@gallacrafts Theme 35: Let’s Ride

Ian should really have clocked the teasing smirk on his husband’s face as Mickey pulled up outside Ian’s work, but it’s been a long day and Ian is fucking exhausted, so excuse him if he isn’t at his sharpest. He falls into the passenger seat with a brief ‘hi’ and a heavy sigh, immediately closing his eyes.

All he wants is to sleep through to Monday, but eventually Ian catches on to the excitement radiating off the man in the driver’s seat, drags his eyes open and turns his head, drawing breath to ask Mickey what’s going on. Which is when he sees… it.

“The fuck, Mickey?”

Mickey immediately bursts out laughing. “It’s you, see?”

No. Ian does not see.

“I found it at the gas station, by the check out! The packet said it’s a ginger! … Get it?” Mickey gleefully explains, and Ian? Well. Ian does not have the energy to deal with this right now, so he shakes his head, closes his eyes again, and tries to ignore his husband’s continuous chortle.

He’ll get him back. After he’s had some sleep!

It takes Ian a lot longer than expected and several fruitless online searches - who knew cutsie car air fresheners were that fucking popular?? - but after clicking through seemingly hundreds of different ones - almost giving up and just buying the middle finger one cause… well… Mickey - he finally finds and orders the perfect one!

A grumpy black cat, with scruffy hair, blue eyes, and ridiculously angry eyebrows.

And the crowning glory? The cat is much shorter than the ginger!

“Oh, fuck off!” Mickey grumbles, while Ian beams, attaching the second air freshener to the rear view mirror of their car.

Mickey may bitch about how he’s not “a stupid fucking cat”, and later on that it “doesn’t even make sense. You actually are ginger!”, and even later still “And my eyebrows do not look like that!!”

And yet, Mickey doesn’t take them down.

In fact, Ian often catches Mickey glancing at them - swaying and bouncing against each other as the car rumbles down the road - and sometimes Mickey even cracks a little smile.

But only when he thinks Ian isn’t looking, of course.

The End.

Medium: Felt

(Some in progress pictures behind the cut)