#him: don’t judge

[ghost-proofbaby]

a man said the most eddie-coded thing about me that i genuinely cannot stop thinking about it days later but he doesn’t know that i know he said what he did

[noodles-and-tea]

Ok but does adult Dick still get star eyes when he sees Superman, as his hero or does he keep his fangirling low key now that he works along side him, as Nightwing?

(I love your art OP thank you for sharing your art with us!)

He keeps it professional on the field but the second superman is out of sight he reverts to fangirling.

[rowvel]

doodles of an au where shockwave doesn’t get lobotomized bc canon is but a fleeting memory

[bamboo-bees]

yes, i love my boys

[dinkeydina]

the Book of Bill got me acting up ngl

[justirina]

MORE HUMAN WALLY~

Colored version ⬇️

Yes

I drew him in THAT pose >:)

aaaand a lil extra, since you seem to like him a lot

[splatoonpolls]

⚠️DO NOT DRAW GIJINKA BIG MAN AS A WHITE TWINK⚠️

THE COMMITTEE OF PEOPLE WHO LOVE FAT MEN OF COLOR WILL VISIT YOUR HOUSE WITH THEIR HOT AIR BALLOONS AND THEN LOOK AT YOU IN SHAME BEFORE USING THEIR DEWHITETWINK BEAM ON YOUR ART

[hot-patootiee]

Omg so sad

Excerpts from the autobiography of one Robin Buckley.

Do you know that moment in movies where time slows down and the two main characters fall in love? That’s what it felt like with Steve, even if it wasn’t romantic, we belong to each other. We are soulmates.

I wish I had noticed his eagerness to jump in front of the bullet to save me sooner. I spend my nights imagining what I could have said to stop him. But, deep down, I know I could never craft the right words, in any language, to convince him.

That Ancient Greek myth that people were severed at birth, left to wander the lands looking for their other half. I found mine in Steve, together we were a whole person. And for a few years, we were each other’s everything. But my other half was severed too soon and now I have to wander this plane, waiting for the day I die to reunite with him.

Somehow I feel worse than a widow, because there is no paper to show how we were bound to each other. No marriage certificate. It’s almost like we never belonged to each other.

We still do belong to each other, some days I feel half dead and I know that it’s Steve pulling on my soul. We weren’t supposed to exist without one another, so maybe I’m doomed to a half life because of it.

I eat a bacon, egg, and cheese sandwich on a sesame bagel every day and remember what he looked like. He ate it every morning I saw him in high school and I curse the missed time from not knowing him sooner.

I keep accidentally ordering his coffee for him. They slowly collect in my fridge all week, until I go to his grave to pour them out.

I still do my makeup the same way. So that even as I age, he’ll still be able to recognize me when I meet him again.

[persimmonbread]

i struggled so much with drawing arthur normally that i completely caved and went in the opposite direction. bam. buck pajamas.

[dreamingofep]

Do you ever just think about his hands….

… Because I definitely don’t 🫣🫠

[bltchkawa]

Still burnt out 😔💔💔💔💔

[artchvies]

carcar overstimulation please 🙏

wips

just a nasty one shot where carlos makes oscar cum at least five times

sorry to the masses but the only snippet i’ll have is the aftercare bc for some reason i started writing it from the end

Oscar is completely gone.

Carlos can see it in the way he lies there—wrecked, hazy, his lashes damp, lips parted, barely breathing properly.

His body is slack, heavy in the sheets, twitching every so often, little aftershocks rolling through him.

His poor, oversensitive cock gives a little twitch too, and Carlos can’t help but smirk.

Oscar is so quiet.

No biting little remarks, no complaints, no brusque, post-sex grumbling. Just deep, heavy-lidded blinks, the kind that barely stay open, body loose and pliant in the sheets.

Carlos smirks, brushing a hand down his chest, over his stomach, tracing the mess of cum and lube between his thighs.

Oscar flinches, a tiny whimper spilling from his lips, legs twitching like he wants to close them, but he’s too tired to move.

Carlos hums, amused, pressing kisses into the dip of Oscar’s collarbone. “Too much?”

Oscar makes a soft, strangled sound, blinking slowly.

Carlos slides his hand up, pressing at Oscar’s spent, sticky cock, feeling the way he shudders.

A little pinch to his thigh, then his hip, then the soft, over-sensitive head of his cock.

Oscar jerks, a tear slipping free, and he turns his face away into the pillow.

Carlos grins, shifting to kiss at his cheek, licking away the wetness.

“You’re so sensitive,” he murmurs, pinching again, watching Oscar tremble. “So cute like this, all soft for me.”

Oscar gasps, breath catching hard. It’s all too much.

His lip wobbles.

Carlos’s heart clenches.

“Hey,” he soothes, tilting Oscar’s chin up. “No tears, baby.”

Oscar sniffles, blinking rapidly, whole body too raw, too overwhelmed.

“You’re fine,” he soothes, shushing him, pulling him close, kissing at his hair, his cheeks, his swollen lips.

Oscar melts, a tiny relieved noise leaving him, pressing closer.

Carlos scoops him up, carrying him to the bathroom, getting him under the warm water, supporting his boneless weight.

Oscar lets him, eyes half-closed, sighing into every gentle touch.

Carlos kisses at his temple, at the corner of his mouth, whispering, “So good for me, cariño. Perfect.”

Oscar shivers, twitching his fingers, like he wants to hold on but doesn’t know how.

Carlos guides his hands to his own shoulders. “Just hold onto me, baby.”

Oscar does, clinging onto Carlos’s arms as Carlos washes him.

Once they’re clean, Carlos lifts him again, gets him bundled up in bed, tucking the blankets tight, wrapping him up warm.

Oscar shivers, eyes fluttering, barely able to stay awake, but his soft, round bum shifts under the covers, inviting, so Carlos cups it, kneads the plushness and pat it softly.

Oscar sighs, his lips parting around a tiny, pleased sound, fully relaxed now, safe in Carlos’s arms.

Carlos grins, pressing a last kiss to his ear.

“Sleep, baby,” he murmurs, holding him close, feeling the weight of Oscar finally falling into deep sleep.

[zorosdimples]

being childhood friends with yuuji…

your parents are close and you’re both the same age, so you grow up attached at the hip. you do everything together: learn how to tie your shoes, ride the school bus, take swimming lessons, attend birthday parties.

it isn’t until high school that you start drifting apart. yuuji is gifted at sports and you’re neck deep in college prep; you care for one another still, but you don’t have time to hang out. you’re both too busy and usually forego any get-togethers that your parents have.

the last time you see yuuji for many years is before you go to college. you attend separate schools: he gets a sports scholarship, you get an academic scholarship. you both have fond memories of one another, but things aren’t how they used to be.

it isn’t until after you graduate college and start the soul-sucking corporate grind that you see your childhood best friend again. you’re visiting your parents one weekend and a surprise guest shows up: yuuji.

the boy you once knew is now a man. he grew into his too-large feet, it seems: he’s tall and broad and undeniably strong. his skin looks sunkissed—did he always have those freckles across the bridge of his nose? and his eyes are rich and smooth, an overflowing spoonful of honey.

the smile that graces his lips is devastating when his gaze meets yours. you swear the butterflies in your stomach will lift you off of the floor. you wonder what you look like from his perspective. is he disappointed?

the hug that yuuji gives you is imbued with the love he has felt for as long as he can remember; it’s the love that scared him as a boy, the love he tried to shake in college, the love that he’s now determined to hold onto—if you’ll have him.

[darkacademiacryptid]

Somethin somethin or whatever

[scribbledcosmos]

Being a proxy system is fun because if I don’t call my headmates to front sometimes I won’t hear from anyone for a week and sometimes eldritch deity fictive number 27 decides 10:00 pm on a school night when I’m trying to do homework is a perfectly reasonable time to chat

[moonlit-angel-serenity]

Ok so I know he did this cause he gets benefits out of it but still he gets my respect for it even if it was a load of bs (which says a lot)

Basically Crowley said malleus is coming back to nrc (yay)

And Leona starts bitching (boo) they all start questioning why because he was just marked a natural threat

And Crowley said

“Yes in the two and a half years he’s been here. he’s caused some problems”

“But you all are in no position to judge him for that, now are you?”

HA SUCK IT!!!!!

I SAW THIS HAPPENING FROM A MILE AWAY !!!!