#I love it. I need a nap

[mycological-mariner]

Film night last night and I decided to watch Jaws. I haven’t seen it in years but oh boy was it a formative film. Goddamn was that stressful. I’ve always loved sharks and where I used to live had an average of 5 shark attacks a month (only like 1 or 2 deaths a year but still). And this film just reminded me of the fact that “Oh yeah, humans just don’t change when something is so clearly dangerous but fun.” About 45 minutes up the road was this old rickety pier where fishermen would throw chum into the water in hopes of catching I guess sharks and other creatures? Well that pier was a really popular swimming and surfing spot and guess where most of the attacks happened. And these weren’t tourists! Most of the time they were locals! But they still went out swimming in chummy water! Why! If they just drove like a mile down shore they’d be in the clear! That pier wasn’t catering to tourists at all! Anyways, 10/10 to Jaws for realism

[rookanisstuff]

“Rook? Can I bother you-”

“No, go away.”

[pangur-and-grim]

oh, my beloved croissant.....

[greykolla-art]

Charlie: “I’m so glad my most villain-coded friend is at full power again! 🥰💕”

*throws this to you angst goblins like raw steak* ❤️

(No I will not do a part 2!❤️)

[zhelin-thames]

Part 2 Wayne Family Group Chat

Tim: okay everyone just… act normal tonight please PLEASE

Dick: Define “normal”

Jason: What did you do

Cass: 👀 Tim: nothing!! nothing illegal!!! just. just dinner. simple. civilized. family dinner. 🧍‍♂️

Damian: If you’re acting suspicious, I’m bringing a weapon.

Bruce: No weapons at the dinner table.

Damian: Too late.

Alfred: The food will be served at 7:30 sharp. Please refrain from traumatizing each other until dessert.

[7:32 PM – Wayne Manor Dining Room]

Everyone is seated. Food is passed. Tension is suspiciously low. Then…

Dick (whispering to Jason): yo who’s the guy next to Tim? 👀

Jason: Idk but Tim’s looking at him like he hangs the stars

Cass: 👁️👄👁️ they’re holding hands under the table

Bruce (barely hiding surprise): Tim. Who is your… guest?

Tim (sweating bullets): This is Danny! My boyfriend! Of 2 years, 3 months, 3 weeks, and 5 days! …Surprise 😅

Danny: Hey. :) Nice mashed potatoes, by the way.

Cue stunned silence. Until—

Damian (squinting intensely at Danny): “…Out of 8 billion people… you chose HIM? You couldn’t find anyone better—BROTHER?”

Tim (scandalized): “HEY!! Leave him alone! I love him!”

Damian (deadpan): “I was talking to MY brother, Timothy.”

[Entire table goes silent. Fork clatters. Jason chokes. Dick drops his wine. Cass looks delighted.]

Bruce (visibly malfunctioning): You have a brother?

Tim: I’m sorry, WHAT??

Danny (shrugging, sipping water): Yeah. Hi. I’m Danyal al Ghul. Heir to the Demon. Escaped at ten. Been vibing ever since.

Damian: This is an insult. You didn’t even ask for permission to court my brother Drake (oops we r back to last names). My actual brother. Biological. Blood-related.

Jason: Tim’s dating a former assassin prince. Who is B's son, blood son. That’s SO on brand for you.

Dick: This is better than Netflix

Cass: 💚 new brother 💚

Bruce (massaging temples): I need a drink.

Alfred (bringing wine): Already poured, sir. read tags!!

[love4hobi]

HOPE ON THE STAGE in Seoul D1

[monstera-modd]

DCxDP Crossover #2

The Space Worm

After a battle with a particularly tough ghost, Danny seeks refuge among the stars, hoping that his obsession will aid in his healing process. As he floats through the dazzling lights and passes by moons and planets, Danny finally finds the perfect spot! He trills and chirps in delight as he wraps himself around the metal structure, soothing his throbbing core. Closing his eyes, he indulges in the much-needed rest that Jazz always encourages him to take.

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Constantine is going to kill someone (himself preferably).

Bleary-eyed, he reaches for his phone on the nightstand.

"Bat, if the world isn't on fire, I swear I'll curse you ten ways to Sunday!"

The call goes silent—par for the usual with Batman and phone calls.

"There's a massive spectral entity encircling the Watchtower."

John curses the day he ever got involved with their shit in the first place.

"...I'm on my way."

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"This is awesome!"

Batman grunts as Flash smashes his face against the glass in the viewing dock, trying to catch a glimpse of the glowing worm. ("What? It has no legs, Batman—thus, a worm!")

Batman's glare hardens. "Constantine is on his way. Until then, no one makes loud noises that could draw the creature's attention to us."

"Did he say what it could be, perhaps?" Wonder Woman asks. She had been sitting at the end of the table but now stands near Flash, looking out into space.

A ping on one of the screens announces Constantine’s arrival. Superman, pacing silently, flies over and lands just as the doors slide open, revealing Constantine, who looks like he got dragged through Hell and back—twice. He rubs his eyes with the back of his hand, muttering something under his breath that sounds suspiciously like a curse meant to banish hangovers.

“Alright,” he sighs, stepping into the room. “I’m here. Where is the bloody emergency?”

Batman, ever the efficient one, gestures toward the massive viewing window. Constantine follows the motion, and for the first time, his usual deadpan expression falters. His cigarette almost falls from his lips.

"Bloody hell," he mutters.

“Right?!" Flash chimes in. "It’s a worm! A big, glowing, space worm!"

Constantine doesn't respond immediately. Instead, he steps closer to the glass, eyes narrowing. The creature is massive, coiled protectively around part of the Watchtower’s exterior. A strange, rhythmic hum reverberates through the hull, though it’s unclear if it’s coming from the worm or just an auditory illusion from its sheer size.

“Looks spectral,” Constantine finally says, rubbing his chin. “But… it’s not actin’ like a typical ghost. It’s just… resting.”

Wonder Woman folds her arms. “Could it be intelligent?”

“Most ghosts are,” Constantine mutters. “Even the dumb ones.”

Batman’s voice cuts in. “If it’s intelligent, we need to figure out its intentions before taking action.”

Superman frowns, his X-ray vision scanning the creature’s form. “There’s something… odd about it. I don’t sense hostility, but there’s definitely something going on with its heart.”

Constantine stiffens. “Its core?”

Superman nods. “It has a fluctuating energy source. Almost like…” He hesitates, then looks at Constantine. “Almost like a ghost that’s injured.”

That gets everyone’s attention.

"Injured?" Flash repeats. "So, what? This thing came here to take a nap?"

Constantine curses again, louder this time. “You bunch of blokes just let a massive, injured ghost curl up around your base without knowin’ what it is?”

“I tried to scan it,” Batman says, voice tight. “It’s unlike any spectral entity we’ve encountered before.”

Constantine sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Right, fine. Let’s do this the old-fashioned way.”

He raises a hand, fingers curling as he murmurs in Latin. A faint golden light pulses from his fingertips, stretching toward the glass. For a moment, nothing happens. Then—

A tremor shakes the Watchtower.

The worm stirs.

A low, warbling trill reverberates through the station, and suddenly, a pair of massive, glowing green eyes snap open.

Constantine stumbles back. “Ah, shit.”

The entire room tenses. Batman reaches for his belt. Superman prepares to engage.

But before anyone can act—

The worm blinks. Its form ripples, shifting, distorting, and then—

A human shape peels away from the massive ghostly coils, floating weightlessly in the vacuum of space.

A boy.

White hair, black jumpsuit, glowing green eyes filled with exhaustion and confusion. He clutches his chest as if it pains him, his breathing heavy.

Then, through the comms, a weak but familiar voice crackles through the static.

“Uh… hey?” The boy—Danny Phantom—gives a sheepish grin. “So… this isn’t where I parked my spaceship.”

The room is dead silent.

Flash is the first to speak.

“Holy crap. The worm talks.”

Constantine groans. "I hate this job."

-Danny the green worm

[lil-vibes]

narinder pulls shit like this everytime they dare go on a crusade without him

[retquits]

hellooo! i just got back from the hospital a few hours ago & finally got a diagnosis;

fortunately, not cancer!! unfortunately, a different (incurable) disease 🥲

not particularly lethal, thank goodness, but... not particularly easy to live with either. anyhow, thank you very, VERY much to everyone who sent well wishes, i really appreciate it ♡

[itty-bitty-sunshine]

Bored days

[science-hoes]

We all assumed Jack Abbot was some gruff emotionless doctor because we first met him at the end of his shift but he turned about to be a goofy little guy. Imagine if our first impression of Robby was at the end of his shift where he was crying on the roof and just shoved an anti-vax dad into a morgue of Pittfest victims 😭

[yes-no-maybe-soo]

One of the reasons why this new 5 star is so important to me is the fact that here MC is the one pampering and taking care of Sylus. Usually it's the other way around, which befits Sylus and his pleasure dom/provider/caretaker tendencies. But equally, it's been pretty well established that Sylus wants and appreciates being taken care of too. He is touch starved and often pretty needy. Which given his history isn't surprising.

Almost all of his life has been spent being hunted and alone. He has never had a single soul take care of him or dote on him until MC came into his life. Before that, all he had was himself. For literal millenia.

So getting stories like Heatwave and Magnum Opus where he is being pampered and cared for makes my heart swell. He deserves to feel as treasured as he strives to make MC feel. He deserves to sit in a candle scented bathroom, eyes closed and head leaned back, while MC applies facial masks and cucumbers to his face 🩷

[critterbitter]

Sometimes, you realize how long somebody’s been there for you and you want some emotional vulnerability as a treat.

(Bonus)

Link to the rest of their shenanigans!

[plerpleguy]

Was playing cult of the lamb and saw this:

So I had to do the only logical thing:

Draw the eepy boy! (As a cat ofc!)

[makeriia]

HELLO STONERS (haha get it cause Dr.Stone yeah I’ll see myself out)

[chalkrub]

pwyw com from last month ! these are closed now but i will open again at the end of feb maybe