#definitely doesn't care..

[kiwioala]

tubbo is being stalked by cucurucho and foolish doesn't even care

[batcavescolony]

Katniss is such an unreliable narrator. She says "Then something unexpected happens. At least, I don't expect it because I don't think of District 12 as a place that cares about me" girl you deliver strawberries to the Mayor, you hunt and trade for the district, when you fell at Prim being chosen someone caught you, when you went to Prim people parted for you, when you volunteered EVERYONE stopped. Idk how to tell you but I think you're a pillar of the community.

[qoldenskies]

i think its so funny when people take the way donnie acts at face value even though its a horrible lie because he's a horrible liar, while understanding leo is bullshitting very well despite him actually being GOOD at bullshitting. many such cases

[ahsoka-in-a-hood]

Occasionally I find it mildly annoying when Palpatine is posited as the one Anakin had always trusted the most, tbh. There's a noticeable shift in how he interacts with Obi Wan and Palpatine in between aotc and rots, and there's an obvious reason why: the events of aotc themselves. He and Obi Wan had plenty of friction, but they were still close, and Anakin did in fact confide in him in his grumpy teenager way. About his feelings for Padme, about his worries for his mother. It's after his trip to Tatooine that he turns to Palpatine instead.

[rocketbirdie]

it looks and sounds just like you, but,

[kit-screams-into-the-future]

was having trans marty thoughts again and i came to a realization about this scene

[puppetmaster13u]

Another de-aged Danny au, but he's with Dan & Ellie & Jazz as well.

Jason has like just arrived back to Gotham, caused chaos in the underbelly due to well, 8 heads in a duffle bag, and is just starting his takeover of Crime Alley. It's going good, great even! And then he busts some sort of gang or smuggling ring run by people in white suits and there's... holy shit why do these four toddlers have Lazarus eyes?!

Is that a lab?! And Lazarus waters?! Jason might be a bit mad but he's not an asshole, he's not going to just leave these kids here to the streets. He can't just take them to the Batclan either, and as much as he begrudgingly trusts Talia, he sure as fuck doesn't trust Ras. Who knows what he'd do to four... what are they, pit-kids?

Now he's juggling his whole revenge-thing, running a criminal empire, taking over Gotham's underbelly, and being a single dad. At least the goonion seems to be down for helping, seeing as he's making Crime Alley safer...? .... Fuck he needs some proper sleep

[momentomori24]

For as much of a raging, misogynistic monster Jimmy is, especially towards Anya-- sexually harassing her, treating her with no respect, constantly belittling her and her work and worth, being generally extremely inconsiderate, ect-- I never really got the impression that he hated her, surprisingly. He absolutely resents her for the pregnancy he forced on her and envisions it as a monster out to hunt him down, sure, but he still included her in this delusional fantasy of a happy birthday celebration. In his mind, she's shown as encouraging and adoring, referring to him as their Captain Jimmy, showering him that recognition and reverence he always wanted. It's interesting, because given how he acts towards her, you'd think she'd be more silent and out of the way-- or better yet, not included at all considering how hard he tried to block her from his mind in comparison to Daisuke, Curly and even Swansea during the guilt sequences. But she is included, and not at all in a negative light.

To me it doesn't really seem he hates Anya personally as much as he hates everything she means for him. For as little respect as he has for her, he seems fine around her in general. He doesn't really seem to mind her when she fawns over him, when she exists in their group as an active member, because I imagine those traits about her wouldn't be present here if he did. He doesn't really mind thinking about Anya, her being on his mind at all-- until he has to confront what he had done to her, the consequences of his actions, the way her pregnancy would negatively affect him and how he should feel guilty and owe her an apology more than everyone else. Then all of sudden she's physically nowhere to be seen, the memory of her banished to the darkest corners of his fractured mind-- suppressed and buried, where he'll never have to think about her again.

In this celebratory delusion, she's allowed to exist. In the guilt sequences, she is not. Her absence has nothing to do with her and everything to do with him.

[superherosideblog]

Inspired by @nyukaart 's AU

Teendad!Bruce is a part time pre-med student while also being Batman, working at WE, and taking care of one to four tiny children. Needless to say, he struggles with his classes. Regardless of how smart he is or how little sleep he needs, that's just more than a human being is capable of keeping up with.

The previous semester, he took three classes, including organic chemistry. He passed two of the classes, but a Batman crisis popped up during finals week, and he ended up failing orgo, so he needs to retake it.

Despite failing, he gets into a good study group with some really talented students, including the top student in the class, aspiring botanist Pamela Isley.

He knows that's Poison Ivy. She has no clue that's Batman. The study group is surprisingly cordial.

The kiddos crash the study group sometimes, and everyone has to coo over them before any work can get done.

As Bruce takes responsibility for a growing number of children, the study group slowly devolves from "let's all learn together" to "let's make sure this one overworked dad manages to pass."

They take turns babysitting Bruce's kids, so he can get work done. This includes Ivy, who teaches them about the plants she takes care of. Dick is convinced that this is a Robin-mission to collect intel about Ivy's work, but Bruce really just thinks Poison Ivy is one of the few people who could keep track of all of his gremlins. Plus, connecting with nature is good for the kids. He's pretty certain she won't hurt random kids who haven't done anything wrong even though she has a habit of blowing up factories full of workers. She's not *that* brand of evil.

[gnomewithalaptop]

Rereading the Our Worlds at War tie-in again and God I miss their friendship every day

[deikshen]

Shen Qingqiu decides that in order to avoid becoming a human stick... He should just become a woman and take a wife plot!! There are HUNDREDS of wife plots in PIDW, and well, Shen Qingqiu can become a woman and fall into one, become Luo Binghe's wife after the regulatory papapa, and be forgotten in the harem. It's not a bad idea.

(Shang Qinghua keeps his comments to himself, extremely amused by Cucumber-bro's mental gymnastics. Heaven save him.)

So, Shen Qingqiu bites the bullet and gets himself a rare flower that transforms his body into a woman body, with tits and... bottoms. He makes it look like an accident, which, combined with the effect of Without-A-Cure, has no immediate solution. Mu Qingfang is jaded but not skeptical, so they just let it be. Shen Qingqiu is still Shen Qingqiu, Peak Lord and resting bitch face™, only now he must wear robes that do not squeeze his grown chest so much and a belt that fits tighter around his waist.

Shen Qingqiu still thinks of himself as a man, the other Peak Lords and disciples still refer to him as Shixiong and Shizun, as the immortal master that he is, and more than that there is not much to say. Shang Qinghua occasionally makes a comment about him having nice tits and earns a couple of fan blows to the head, but it's not really too different from before.

He hasn't decided yet what wife plot he will use. Maybe the flower that sex-pollen-poisons him but makes him irresistible to any demon around him? It would tempt Binghe's demonic side a bit, and secure him the papapa. Or the water from that spring that would make the typical fuck or die plot only solvable with the Heavenly Pillar? Shen Qingqiu believes that he has time to think about it further; after all, there are still years to The Moment, right?

The plague of Jinlan City and Luo Binghe's unexpected and early return throw him into absolute chaos. Fuck! He still has nothing ready! Not even a flower of pollen on him that would make Binghe spare his life!

Well, Shen Qingqiu will have to cope with only the experience of trashy romance novels, improvisation and his arduous desire to survive.

...

When Luo Binghe arrives at his room, demanding answers from the elusive Shizun who hasn't even shown himself to him... Shizun only has inner robes. There's... Blush on his cheeks? Wet lips and bitten? The tunics open at the subtle curve of... Breasts? A tiny waist - even tinier than before, Luo Binghe is confident he can hold his hands around it without any problems - and wide hips where the fabric of his inner tunics almost seems transparent. Luo Binghe falls silent, his brain boiling in five different temperatures.

"Binghe?" asks his Shizun, who somehow seems to have been... cursed with this form? He looks vulnerable, a sweet fawn with huge eyes, a blushed face, and a sweet half-open mouth. "Is it really you?"

His Shizun looks big eyes on the verge of tears. He approaches, not caring about the ill-fitting tunics, not caring that one of his shoulders slides, revealing white skin, a stretch of cleavage. And his Shizun holds his face, hands cold and almost trembling, as if he were seeing a dream come true in front of him.

Luo Binghe... wonders if Shizun ever dreamed of that. If his Shizun ever dreamed of seeing him come back to now react in that way. Because now tears are streaming down Shen Qingqiu's face, and he is holding Binghe's face so lovingly in his hands that Luo Binghe can only melt into his touch.

"Shizun," he says, because it's all he wants to say, it's all he can say. His anger is a chaos that spirals out in all directions, but how can he let it out there? In front of the vulnerable Shizun who cries for him? There must be an explanation, Luo Binghe tells himself. He needs to hear that.

But he also needs Shen Qingqiu not to cry.

"My Binghe" his Shen Qingqiu says, his own heart racing. Luo Binghe lets Shen Qingqiu move him, pulling him, wrapping him in a hug. Luo Binghe must lean down to be hugged tightly by his Shizun, but there... There is a stretch of white throat exposed. There is so much soft skin exposed in every direction. He can see the pronounced curve of his cleavage, but he can feel almost beneath his mouth the throbbing in his throat, the scent of his hair, the perfume of his skin...

And Shen Qingqiu squeezes him tighter, almost making him bend over him, holding him as if he never wants to let go. And Luo Binghe can feel every curve of his body pressed against him, he can lose himself in the scent of his skin, in the strong grip of his arms. His own body is awakening irrationally and embarrassingly, but if Shen Qingqiu notices it, he doesn't say anything...

No, in fact, Shen Qingqiu is getting closer to him?

Is Shizun poisoned? Or something? Some pollen? Some flower? What's going on?

"My sweet disciple," Shen Qingqiu says, and as much as Binghe wants to pull away to see his face, Shen Qingqiu holds him against him. Luo Binghe believes it is because, despite everything, his Shizun's face is still so thin... "This... This Shizun has missed his good boy Binghe so much..."

Luo Binghe feels his own rational brain shutting down. Oh well. He'll figure out what needs to be figured out later. His cock will be taking control of all the blood in his body now.

(When Shen Qingqiu is pushed against a wall and roughly kissed, he restrains himself from pumping a fist in the air in celebration. YEAH!!! HE DID IT!! HE'S GOING TO SURVIVE THAT AND WITHOUT BECOMING A HUMAN STICK!!)

...

(Papapa - about five to six rounds, Shen Qingqiu lost count at some point - later, Shen Qingqiu is not too sure that he will actually survive. His little blackened lotus has a lot to learn. Ah, where did he learn to be so rough? Those kisses seemed more like bites than kisses. Lots of teeth, lots of teeth. And his touch is rough and not gentle at all, and Shen Qingqiu is more in pain from his clumsy fingers than from the Heavenly Pillar. Did the demon jiejie in the Abyss they hadn't taught him anything? At this point in the plot Luo Binghe should know at least something on how to be a good lover!!

Or was Airplane's poor writing now reflecting on the Protagonist!? Oh, Shen Qingqiu hoped not, because otherwise Airplane was going to pay for it with his blood.

Ah well. Once a Shizun, always a Shizun. Shen Qingqiu is going to have to teach his cute Binghe a little about this too. And sleepy after a some orgasms, the truth is that he doesn't object at all.)

[neigepomme]

need to sit on the sink counter and softly grab onto caleb's face to shave his stubble while we are both sleepy because he wakes up at fuckass o'clock but domesticity > sleep.. something something his eyes are still half-closed but he has a dopey smile on his face....

[waywardsunlight]

Hunter and Luz's deaths being reverses of each other is crazy work in so many ways. Hunter is working on his emotional well-being, and beginning to accept himself. He lists the things he wants to do in order to stay focused so he can take himself (and Belos) out. Hunter hasn't been able to fully escape his trauma, in fact it literally overtakes him and he hurts people he loves, and he's holding onto the potential life he won't get due to Belos. Hunter's possession is forced on him, it's out of his control, it's the unfair expectations and history of violence that he could try and recover from but it still a part of him.

Luz has been in the exact opposite mindset. She's been really depressed and doesn't see a future for herself where she doesn't hurt everyone in her life because of her guilt. Luz is planning to sabotage her friendships in order to protect her friends from her perceived "brokeness". But her death is sudden and shocking, her sacrifice isn't made out of guilt but of an inherent impulse to save somebody else. Luz has to choose to come back, and she accepts a "possession", where she's in control. Luz has to accept that she's good, that she is worthy of life because she's here, right now, and she is enough.

They both also deal with the aftermath differently, with Hunter grieving and being angry at himself for what happened (which Luz and their friends perceive as him being angry at them). Hunter wants to get revenge on Belos at first, but then his focus shifts to protecting his friends and fighting for the Isles instead. Luz comes back with a lot of joy and excitement, she's happy to be alive again and its fun and she's more than happy to get revenge. After that fades, Luz is left tired. But they both end the series getting on the same page- they both love their families, and they both choose to live.

[nelkcats]

Family Trip

Danny loved her, like a sister, a daughter or something in between, but Ellie was happy as long as he was there to take care of her. She felt protected but couldn't stay forever.

She had already explored the whole world, and as interesting as the Infinite Realms seemed in reality they didn't interest her that much. Ellie was sure she needed to go further, but she didn't know how to let Danny know. So she simply told him straight out, that the universe they were in was no longer enough for her.

Danny accepted it, and told her that there were many other universes that she could explore, he told her that Clockwork had told him about some of them. Ellie was excited, she could travel more, but for the first time she hesitated, and realized that she didn't want to travel alone.

She asked Danny if he wanted to travel with her and he gave her the flattest look in existence.

"Obviously I'm going to travel with you" he said. And that was that. No discussion, no questions asked.

They both packed a couple of backpacks as if they were going hiking and asked Clockwork. He just tossed them Dan's thermos before offering them a method of travel. Danny frowned but opened the thermos anyway and dragged Dan with them as he yelled about injustices and upset families.

They ended up in Gotham, in front of a man with a helmet and a guy dressed as a stoplight. Danny waved and asked them for a chat (he probably wanted to ask for directions) while Dan sulked in the back. Ellie looked at the architecture curiously.

Unfortunately for Danny, the stoplight guy pulled out a sword and the helmet guy pulled out a gun. They both looked tense as they looked between the three of them. Danny frowned (his green eyes glinting with annoyance) before nodding towards Ellie and Dan and disappearing.

Thus began their vacation in a world where everyone wanted to shoot them; Danny felt at home, Dan wanted to steal an exotic candy called crypto-something and Ellie was happy to explore.

Their family trip had officially begun.

[wasyago]

quick "chip" sketch from ep 109

[tennessoui]

6 from the prompt list please! or 13 if you prefer, thanks :D

6 it is!

[from this list of prompts]

[2. 'have you lost your damn mind?' - 5. 'are you jealous' - 13. 'kiss me.' - 14. 'hey, i'm with you, okay? always.' - 18. 'this is the stupidest plan you've ever had. of course i'm in.' - 19. 'the paint is supposed to go where?' - 22. 'i've seen the way you look at me when you think i don't notice' - 24. 'you're the only one i trust to do this' - 25. 'i can't believe you talked me into this' (LATEST) - 27. 'i'm pregnant' - 28. 'marry me?' - 29. 'i thought you were dead' - 32. 'i think i'm in love with you and i'm terrified' - 37. 'wanna dance?' - 44. 'if you die, i'm gonna kill you' - 41. 'you did all of this for me?' - 46. 'hey, have you seen...? oh']

6. 'is there a reason you're naked in my bed?'

Logically, Anakin knows he should pinch himself. But he also knows that the likelihood of this being a dream is relatively high. And if it is a dream and he does pinch himself hard enough to wake up, then he's going to be incredibly sad.

He doesn't want to be incredibly sad right now, not when he feels so...well. He doesn't know. He isn't sure he has the words. Not sad, at the very least. Breathless, even though that's not an emotion. Disbelieving? Giddy?

He'd consult his master on the matter, because Anakin's master enjoys nothing more than in-depth conversations involving the act of pinpointing and categorizing Anakin's emotions, but his master is currently asleep.

In Anakin's room.

In Anakin's bed.

Anakin retraces his steps and looks down the corridor, back into the shadowy kitchen area. Yes, these are his quarters. He's sure of it. From this vantage point, he can see the multi-fronded plant--normally green but lately a concerning brown shade--that sits by his sofa.

He gives into the urge to pinch himself as he walks back into his room and sees his master once more. Asleep. On Anakin's bed. Underneath Anakin's covers.

He sucks in a breath when all he feels is a burst of pain radiating from the soft skin of his inner elbow.

Obi-Wan is still there, though he's turned his head slightly. The covers have shifted, tugged down by his master's sleeping body.

A bare, pale shoulder and the upper inches of chest are revealed by the movement, and Anakin's mouth goes dry before flooding with saliva.

He approaches the bed cautiously, heart thundering against his ribs like it's the nebulous and evil form of Darth Sidious he's trying to sneak up on and not his very real, very soft and warm looking master.

Please don't take this from me, he thinks, prays, to Obi-Wan and the Force as he carefully, gently, touches Obi-Wan's shoulder to prod him awake.

"Master," he murmurs when his master's eyes open. They look heavy, his eyelids, and his Force signature itself feels groggy as it butts up against the edges of Anakin's.

"'nkin," Obi-Wan greets. Having taken stock of the situation and, apparently, deciding it does not require him to participate, his master shuts his eyes again and rolls over onto his side.

Anakin tries not to see it as the invitation is so clearly looks like.

After all, he has questions. Very relevant questions. Very pressing ones. Because as far as he knows, and as close as they are--and even though Anakin would much prefer them even closer--Obi-Wan has never decided out of the blue to strip his clothes and sleep in Anakin's quarters instead of his own.

Anakin would think he'd remember it if he had. He thinks it'd probably be burnt into his retinas, like this moment will almost certainly be from now until the day he rejoins the Force.

So he has questions. And even if he would love to strip himself of his own clothes and curl up along his master's very inviting and yes, very warm to the touch, back, he thinks he should probably get all his answers first.

And then, Force be good, cuddling can happen later.

"Master," he says, shaking Obi-Wan's shoulder again, harder this time, until Obi-Wan's back falls back against the mattress once more and his eyes are blearily, sleepily, focused once more on Anakin. "What are you doing?"

"Sleeping," Obi-Wan mutters. It has the inflection of one who is extremely sharp and grumpy, but then his master looks frankly too sleep-mussed to pull off the tone. "What d'you need?"

Anakin blinks and then frowns. It's definitely his room. This is definitely his bed. There, on the wall next to the door is an old podracing poster he'd found at a bargain during a jaunt to the Lower Levels. His master would never have something like it.

So it's definitely, absolutely his room.

"Did you touch a holocron or something, Master?" he asks, poking at Obi-Wan's shoulder again when he notices that the other man's eyes have slid shut once more. "Or drink something you're not supposed to? Wait, are you drunk, Obi-Wan?"

"No," Obi-Wan grumbles. "Stop asking questions."

This is, of course, not the first time that Obi-Wan's begged him to do that. So he should know that nothing makes Anakin ask more questions than a verbal kibosh on asking things.

"Right, well, just one more thing though," Anakin whispers. He keeps his voice down out of respect for his sleepy master. His sleepy master who opens one eye to glare at him. "Is there a reason you're naked in my bed?"

He doesn't really mean it as a gotcha moment or anything, but that's the way it sounds when it leaves his mouth. To be fair to him, there's not really a better way to say it, and it's not as if he can really follow the question up with addendums like: but of course you're welcome to stay forever if you want.

Even though, yeah, Obi-Wan is welcome to stay naked in his bed for forever.

Should he want.

"Hot," Obi-Wan mutters, and his eyes close again. Anakin peers closer at his face. He'd been distracted earlier by all the bare skin on display, but now that he's really looking, he can see sweat beading up along Obi-Wan's temple, turning the edges of his hair dark with moisture.

Anakin can feel his eyebrows furrow, and he presses his hand against Obi-Wan's forehead and then cheek. "You're burning up," he says, mostly to himself. "Are you sick, Obi-Wan? Do you feel sick?"

"Yes," Obi-Wan says. "Now hush."

"Force, Obi-Wan! Why didn't you go to the Halls of Healing?" Anakin gripes, hand loosely cupping Obi-Wan's cheek. He's not really--taking his temperature anymore. Instead, he's just sort of stroking the skin just above his beard.

But apparently his master is borderline delusional with fever, so if he asks about the unnecessary face touching after his sickness has passed then Anakin's just going to remind him that apparently, he crawled into his bed and then took off all his clothes because he felt warm.

"We need to get you to a healer," Anakin decides when Obi-Wan does nothing more than push into his hand, like some pathetic and sickly tooka-cat.

Which, honestly, his master is doing a pretty good job pretending to be.

"No," Obi-Wan protests though, removing himself from Anakin's touch. It feels like a punishment, and Anakin has to wonder if his master meant it to. If he understands how bereft it makes Anakin feel, to stand by his own bedside with everything he's ever wanted in tucked in between his sheets, and not be allowed to touch.

He must not, because a moment later, his master adds, fever heavy in his voice, "Knew you'd take care of me."

Anakin swallows around the heart in his throat. "What?"

But Obi-Wan just hums and rolls back onto his side. "Hold me til the fever breaks," he commands, and Anakin doesn't even bother pinching himself before he's climbing into the bed behind his master. He wants too much. He'll take what he can get. Especially when what he can get is his master pushing himself back into the circle of Anakin's arms with a soft sigh.

He'll take whatever parts of his master he's allowed. Germs and all.