#[like...extremely tired]

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

I love you Safety Wizard.

(Inspired by @keroascrazy)

[sillyguy-supreme]

white americans when you tell them that the idea of climate change as an impending disaster is a reductive first world perspective because it’s a tangible reality for many in the global south already:

[bruciemilf]

Need a teen! Bruce au where he’s exactly like Justice League! Batman and Battinson in one. That mf put the fear of every god in Ra’s Al Ghul.

Everytime he’s in a room with someone over 30 “Teenagers” by My Chemical Romance plays in the background.

Despite that, in his own way, he’s as gentle as can be with his league. Give me a young Diana who’s getting spat on and ripped apart by the media in a way not one of her male teammates get.

And she’s Wonder Woman. She shouldn’t be affected by it. And she is, anyway. Bruce relates to that in an uncomfortable degree.

“When I first became Batman, weak men tried standing in my way, too. “

“And what did you do?”

“I stepped over them.”

He has a tiny Robin he occasionally has to keep on a leash.

Give me somewhat teen mom Bruce who struggles to wrangle his unruly six year old who likes flipping from rooftop to rooftop and thinks fighting Bane is a piece of cake.

“If Tati can do it, so can I!”

“Dick,” he paused, before handing him a handfull of candy. “Wonderful emotional manipulation. Good job.”

“:D”

[mythicalcoolkid]

You don't wish your disability was worse or more visible, you wish your disability was taken seriously. Please stop confusing the two, I guarantee you would not get the support you need JUST by being more severe or more visible. Please listen to visibly disabled people when we tell you it isn't better on our side

[flwrkid14]

Letters in Green Ink: Phantom's Footsteps on Gotham's Rooftops

Tim Drake was no stranger to paranoia. It was practically a job requirement in Gotham. But this? This was getting weird.

It started small: the feeling of being watched on rooftops, a shadow a little too close. Harmless, at first. But then the sticky notes began.

Random, anonymous sticky notes. Clues he’d missed. Addresses for gang hideouts. Details on corrupt businessmen.

He found one on his motorcycle seat. Another on the Batcomputer. A bright green note scrawled with:

“Check the docks. Midnight.”

Tim had learned to trust his gut, and his gut was screaming: This is not normal.

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Meanwhile, in another corner of Gotham:

Danny Fenton was hovering invisibly above a warehouse, nervously biting his lip. He was shaking. Not because he was scared of Gotham’s criminals. Nope. The real danger? Red Robin’s eyes.

Danny: internal screaming 'Why did I think this was a good idea?'

Also Danny: hovering invisibly above Tim, whispering to himself: “Okay, Danny. You’re helping. You’re useful. He doesn’t need to know you’re a stalker. A cool stalker. Like a… guardian angel! Yes. Totally fine. Not creepy at all.”

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Tim, mid-stakeout, could feel the eyes. Again. He spun around, batarang ready. Nothing. Just empty shadows. The wind.

He scowled. “Alright, whoever you are. You’re getting annoying.”

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Danny floated a few rooftops away, clutching his chest. “Oh my god, he spoke. And he’s mad. Why is that hot?”

He watched as Red Robin took down three thugs single-handedly. His fighting was brutal, efficient. Danny, invisible and swooning, whispered: “He’s so cool.”

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The next night: a bust gone sideways. Tim found himself cornered by more goons than expected, already calculating the least-bad injury. Then, out of nowhere, a ghostly chill swept through the alley.

Blowtorch thug? Frozen solid.

Gunman? Knocked out cold.

And there, floating in the moonlight, glowing white hair and intense green eyes: Phantom.

Tim’s eyes narrowed. “You. You’re the one who’s been—”

Phantom blinked, stammered, “Uh, gotta go!” and vanished like a startled deer.

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Back in his lair (aka an abandoned Gotham clocktower because aesthetic™️), Danny spiraled. “He saw me. He saw me! Oh god, why did I freeze that guy? Cool guys don’t freeze goons.”

Jazz’s voice in his head: “Danny, you have to stop.”

Danny: “I CAN’T, JAZZ. HE’S TOO PRETTY.”

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Tim was in full detective mode. Batman-level scowling. “Phantom. Ghost powers. Clearly interested in my cases. Why?”

He scanned the city. Ran searches. No results.

But the sticky notes kept coming.

“Check the East End warehouse. 10pm.”

“Watch out for the armored guy. He has backup.”

Tim didn’t know what was more frustrating: the lack of information, or the fact that Phantom was always right.

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Finally, one night, Tim cornered him. Literally. Phantom turned a corner and smacked into Red Robin. Hard.

Tim crossed his arms. “Alright. Talk.”

Danny, blushing so hard his glow flickered. “Uh… hi.”

Tim narrowed his eyes. “Why are you following me?”

Danny, brain short-circuiting: “I LIKE YOUR… uh, CAPE.”

Tim blinked. “My cape.”

Danny nodded furiously. “It’s… cool. Flowy.”

Tim stared. Silence stretched. Then: “You’re helping me.”

Danny swallowed. “Um. Yeah?”

Tim’s voice softened. “Why?”

Danny, panicking, blurted: “Because I like you!”

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Silence.

Tim’s brain: Error 404.

Danny: contemplating phasing into the floor.

Finally, Tim sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “You… are the most chaotic stalker I’ve ever had.”

Danny, grinning nervously: “So, um. Friends?”

Tim raised an eyebrow. “We’ll start with coworkers.”

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Danny, flying away, fist-pumping in the air: “He didn’t say no!”

Tim, watching him go, muttering: “I need coffee. And maybe an exorcist.”

[right-there-ride-on]

Johnny is NOT stupid because he doesn’t know what a dinosaur is. In the 1890s American education wasn’t standardized and dinosaurs and evolution theory wouldn’t have been taught at most schools in the Bible Belt, which Kentucky is a part of. But he IS a dropout / delinquent. I beg of you do not confuse his issues with authority with being less intelligent

[dataframe]

he truly tries zhangmen </3

[ID: Scum Villain sketch, set in The Wick Remains. Liu Qingge shrugs and says "I kill demons... what else do you want." while Yue Qingyuan and Shen Yuan exasperatedly sigh, "Liu-shidi... Please just attend the seasonal meetings." END ID.]

[sangrefae]

see. the thing about gale is that people act like who he is in mockingjay is what he'd always been like, secretly, and by then he just had no reason to hide it. in reality, gale in mockingjay is a completely different person than he was in the first two books because of a culmination of everything he'd experienced until then, topped off by literally the worst thing a human being can experience in the district 12 bombing. like. he just went through an extremely traumatizing experience and saw exactly what the capitol is capable of. saw exactly what they Will do to anyone who steps out of line. Of course he's different, more violent and angry and completely unsympathetic toward the capitol. Trauma changes a person on a fundamental level.

[thekittyokat]

you ever just have a lot, a LOT of feelings all at once about a character and not even remotely enough words or brainpower to FORM the words to describe everything you're feeling. so it feels like you may explode. yeah

[kaiserouo]

anyone wanna talk about how op overguard is?

[oxygen-stealer]

WHATEVER. SLAY THE PRINCESS SCRIDDLER AU

I love this game so much. They're literally them to me.

[flwrkid14]

When Obsession Meets Devotion, Tim and Danny learn to exist only for each other

Tim and Danny have days where they simply can't be apart for longer than 30 minutes, as if the physical distance between them burns. Sometimes, holding each other close isn’t enough—they crave something more visceral, like the overwhelming need to open each other’s ribcages, to crawl inside and be surrounded by the warmth of their partner’s heart—where they can truly find comfort, heart against heart, soul entwined. It's not just about closeness; it's about being inseparable in every possible way.

On certain days, there are times when Danny's Obsession screams at him. If he goes too long without seeing Tim, the need to care for, protect, and keep his beloved safe becomes impossible to ignore. His Obsession surges, pulling him toward Tim, begging to feel his pulse, his breath, to know that Tim is right there with him. It’s not just a want—it’s a primal need to make sure Tim is okay, that he hasn’t slipped through his fingers like everything else in his life. The distance feels unnatural, as if something fundamental is missing, and when he finally finds Tim, the world rights itself again.

For Tim, there are days where he feels a gnawing pit of anxiety in his chest, a voice reminding him of everyone who’s ever left. Those days, he seeks out Danny, fingers trembling until they brush against his skin, a silent question, needing reassurance that Danny isn’t going anywhere. The touch grounds him, reminds him that here, in this moment, Danny is staying. He’s not going to leave, he’s not going to disappear like so many before. On those days, Danny’s presence is more than just comforting; it’s survival.

There are days when words fail them both, and all that’s left is the quiet. In that silence, they hold each other, Tim’s head tucked under Danny’s chin, Danny’s arms wrapped protectively around him, and for a while, they let the world disappear. They don’t need anything else—just the steady thrum of each other’s heartbeat, reminding them they’re not alone. They’re together, and that’s all that matters.

For Danny, his need to care for Tim runs deep, more than just an Obsession—it’s a compulsion. And for Tim, his fear of being left alone draws him ever closer to Danny, making their bond something unbreakable. There are days where they can’t help but exist only for each other, as if the rest of the world fades away, and nothing matters but them.

It’s a reminder that even with the ghosts and the danger and the past trauma, sometimes all they need is each other. And that’s enough.

[ewwww-what]

What a cool dude, I hope he isn’t haunted by memories of his dead friend lol

[itsbebebrainrotting]

Genuinely all i can say about dream at this point is he needs to log the fuck off. Get therapy maybe. Go outside and speak to normal offline human beings.

He especially needs to stop responding cuz hes just piling lies on top of lies that are constantly easily being disproven but because he seems unable to self reflect he cant tell that the situation just isnt salvagable. Everyone but his greatest stans know hes an asshole now. Hes not even just arguing against tommy, jack, tubbo and friends - hes even disagreeing with ludwig too (not to mention the fuckton of other ccs who have spoken up against him including half the dsmp and a bunch of respected og youtubers). This isnt a battle he can win anymore and he never shouldve been winning in the first place

[deoidesign]

Return date for my webcomic, Time and Time Again!

It's been set for a while but sometimes they change the date without warning, so I'll keep you updated if anything changes!

I'm extremely proud of the work I've been doing on it, I can't wait to share everything!

See you then!

[bimoonphases]

@wolfstarmicrofic June 10 - prompt 10: Myth [word count 400]

"Okay, lightening round lads!" Remus smiled.

Three groans answered him from the heap the others formed in front of the fireplace in the long-deserted Common Room.

"Come on, after this we can go to bed, we still have three days to finish studying," Remus said, flipping through the History and Myth of Magical Creatures book he had in his lap. "Alright then: Vampires are afraid of garlic, history or myth?"

"Myth," James sighed. "They don't care about garlic and actually some of them like it so you'd be a gourmet meal instead of saving your ass."

"Are you afraid of garlic, Remus?" Peter yawned. "Because I might just eat a ton to stop this torture."

"The Fae," Remus went on, ignoring Peter. "Once you step into their circle you're bound to their rules."

"History," James and Sirius chorused.

"My great-greatuncle stepped into a Fae Circle," Sirius said. "Unfortunately for the Fae he was a Black so they gave him right back."

"Merpeople," Remus went on. "They love seducing sailors."

"Myth," Peter said. "Half-myth actually, they do lure sailors from the boats but it's to eat them, not to fuck them."

"Well, eating can be a form of-" James started, but Peter's elbow hit him in the stomach.

"Centaurs," Remus rolled his eyes as James elbowed Peter back. "They actually know the future."

"History," Sirius said. "It is believed they have predicted what will happen for centuries, but the little shits won't tell us because they think we can't handle it."

"They're probably right, society barely can handle having people who are half horse around," Remus muttered. "Alright, Werewolves. The approaching of the full moon doesn't affect their human behaviour."

"Myth," his three friends chorused, smiling.

"They get a lot hungrier," Peter said.

"And way more irritable," James added.

"And they fuck way harder."

They all turned to stare at Sirius, Remus feeling his cheeks go up in flame.

"What?" Sirius grinned, winking at him. "It's true."

"And that's our cue to leave!" James exclaimed, hauling Peter up by the shoulder.

"Why did you have to say that?" Remus groaned.

"Because, my dear Moony," Sirius smirked as he crawled closer, "one day we'll forget our Muffliato and our dear friends will rip open our bed curtains because I won't be able to stop screaming."

Remus shook his head as his boyfriend pulled him in a kiss. After all, he was right.