#it's definitely going on ao3

[laz-kay]

Later:

There was never a straight explanation for this🪐

Happy pride month to them, I guess🏳️‍🌈

[pluto-rainstorm]

Teenage Jee-Yun: Uncle Buck, I need dating advice, how did you ask Uncle Tommy out?

Buck: I didn't, he watched me maim Eddie and then came by my apartment to kiss me a few hours later.

Jee: Wha-

Tommy *sipping tea*: It’s true, his dumbass behaviour captivated me.

Buck: Awwww!

Jee: Yeah, I'm not maiming anyone, you weirdos.

[sabxhere]

Exceedingly silly scenario I decided to draw based on a hc and conversation I had in peanuthead's dm server!!! Look me dead in the eyes and tell me this cat doesn't steal fries from someone while eating, despite not ordering any. LOOK AT HIM.

[audliminal]

It's Just a game, Right? Pt 7

Masterpost

It's just a game, right?

Tim turns his head at the soft their of a grappling hook, and a moment later Steph has joined him on the roof of the building.

"Not much happening tonight, huh?"

"Yeah, I guess," Tim responds as he watches traffic pass on the street below. She is right; the night so far has been unusually calm. It's a distinct contrast to last week- it seemed like every night some big villain was pulling out some ridiculous plan or other, but somehow they had all been stopped without serious harm. Of course, there are still plenty of rogues still scurrying around Gotham but there's no murmurs of anything coming from any of the big hitters for the moment.

"You don't sound very sure about that," Steph says, stepping up beside Tim and elbowing him lightly.

"Yeah," Tim answers. A flashy silver car cuts someone off and the resultant horn echoes harshly.

"Okay, you're being weird. What's up?"

Tim shrugs.

"Guess I'm just used to emergencies," Tim shrugs. He knows Steph wouldn't be weird about him bringing up Bernard, but he really doesn't need any of his fellow bats thinking he's compromised or overstressed. God knows he doesn't need anyone else pestering him about getting enough sleep, like he's staying up on purpose.

"Okay..." Steph trails off. "I mean I guess it has been pretty hectic for a while. Takes a bit of time to come down from all that?"

Tim is saved from having to respond by the sound of Oracle cutting into comms.

"Red Robin, Spoiler, looks like a store robbery in progress and you're the closest. Head for the intersection of 25th and Oak."

"Got it," Tim answers and doesn't wait for Steph's response, already halfway through the motion of taking off for the next building.

Pretty soon they're both dropping in on a pair of goons. One of them is aiming their gun directly at a frazzled-looking employee, who doesn't seem interested in putting up a fight.

Two-on-two makes it an incredibly easy fight though, and it's almost over before it begins, with both of them able to sneak up on the distracted thugs as the cashier hurriedly pulls money out of the cash register. Once they're both in position, it's easy enough to grapple, disarm, and restrain them in a flurry of movement, and the criminals never get a chance to even process the arrival of the bats.

"Not today, I think," Steph says as she handcuffs her guy. "Threatening people with guns is a real dick move, y'know?" Tim gets his guy handcuffed and turns to the startled employee.

"Cops on the way yet?" He gets a frantic nod, and Tim surveys the shop as he waits for the sirens. They'll bounce just before the cops get here, but until then, he wants to look around for any signs of something bigger. The two would-be thieves seem too shocked and terrified at the appearance of bats to be proper goons, but they could still be bait, or a distraction of some kind. And the shop itself could theoretically have been targeted. But by the time the sirens are closing in outside, he's not spotted signs of anything sinister.

"Right, the police are almost here, so we're gonna bounce!" Steph announces as Tim walks back towards her. "Tell your boss I said he should give you hazard pay for the night, 'kay?" and then she bounces out the same way they came in. Tim nods once at the employee and then follows.

He changes directions once he's on the rooftops again, though. His phone had buzzed about six times in a row while they were waiting, and that means it's probably Bernard. And he really doesn't want to explain the arg thing to anyone yet.

Once he's far enough away from anyone, he pulls his phone out, and sure enough, he's got six text messages from Bernard.

Dude

Babe, holy shit

Like seriously

This is fucking crazy

Like I cannot believe they replied to us

Us!!!

Attached to the series of texts is a screenshot, and Tim feels the anxiety coalesce into something abruptly solid in his chest.

At first glance, he can't tell what language it's supposed to be. It looks like it might be Romantic in origin, but a couple spellings look almost Slavic in nature, and there's only two and a half lines, which really isn't much to go off of.

It's certainly an interesting development, to say the least. He should be excited. This is a new clue for the mystery, after all.

No way! Tim sends back.

Yeah! U busy? Comes the immediate response. And like, technically the answer is yes, Tim supposed. But Steph literally just pointed out how calm things are tonight, and he can already tell he won't be able to focus, with this news.

"Um," Tim clicks on his comm. "I think I'm gonna call it for tonight."

"Something wrong?" Bruce asks immediately, all gruff-batman-voice.

"No, just- it's slow tonight, and Bernard wants my help with something so I thought, um. If you want me to finish my patrol, I can." He can't help it. Even now, he always kind of feels like he isn't doing enough to be a good vigilante.

"Nah, kid. I think we'll be fine without you." Hood answers, unsurprisingly.

"You're sure?"

"Yeah go make out with your boyfriend or whatever."

Tim smiles at Hood's usual ribbing. He's almost gotten used to it; mostly he can keep himself from blushing too violently when anyone teases him about Bernard.

"Okay. I'll make sure to get my report submitted by eight, promise." Tim is already en route to the nearest safehouse where he can change out of the suit, when he remembers he hasn't responded to Bernard yet.

Heading home rn. My place or yours? He hits send and then takes off once more. Excited to see his boyfriend, and determined to work through the newest puzzle.

[yourleftpinkytoe-blog]

You know what I’m a slut for?

Reaction fics… MY GOD DO I LOVE ME A GOOD OLE REACTION FIC.

Foxes reacting to Neil’s past? Sign me up! The foxes discovering that Andreil are more than just fuck buddies? Yes please. THE FOXES READING THE FUCKING BOOKS? Omg I actually start internally screaming with joy.

Idk what it is but those types of fics have me in a god damn chokehold.

Edit: I made a post with a couple of my favorite reaction fics

[perchanibly]

Thought this scene was very funny so I made a little sketch of it! Can you tell I got lazy at the end? 😞

fic by @thewitchwholivedao3, go check it out, it’s really really good!

(Quality is nerfed on tumblr so click for it to be better)

[lizziemcglizzy]

Scumplane but as those two monkeys from the Madagascar movie and one of them asks for a kiss or something and the other is just like

“Alright. But you’re just so darn ugly.”

[theforgottengreatpoem]

"Find them Skullcrusher. Find them."

[daryfromthefuture]

i have another wild au concept i need to share: bttf shifted like 40 years forward and marty and doc meet online (maybe during the covid pandemic even?)

doc has some sort of username that's just "science_guy_121" or something and he like. replies to martys instagram story at some point where marty maybe just had to tag random ass accounts for a challenge. marty didn't expect anyone to reply but doc was like "Thank you for tagging me! 😃" and marty knows just from this message that doc is OLD lmao

marty goes "yeah no prob" and doesn't think he'll talk to the guy ever again, but doc just keeps messaging him. they find out they share an interest in music and ramble about bands a lot.

the man does know about internet anonymity and doesn't say his name, but he does say how old he is at some point and marty probably should be concerned about talking to 60 year olds online at like 13/14 years old, but he really isn't since the guy is so friendly. he does ask at some point, and doc is just super confused as to why anyone would even have bad intentions and assures marty he just likes talking to people, and that topic is never brought up again

a year later or so, marty convinces doc to get discord, and that happens at like two in the morning, so doc asks what's keeping the kid awake and marty goes on to tell doc about his family situation. doc is really empathetic and grows to be martys support system, and even as an online friend, he helps marty so much, talking to him at 3 am to calm him after hearing his parents fight all night. doc also helps him with schoolwork via internet, essentially helping marty pass several classes.

in early 2025, doc leaks that he's building something really cool and that he'd love to show marty his new invention, to which marty goes "damn, i wanna come see. may i ask which city u live close to" and doc replies with "Oh, I believe San Francisco seems adjacent enough." marty cannot believe this and texts "NO WAY, SAME HERE".

doc: That's quite the coincidence! Well, I might as well say I live in a small town called Hill Valley.

marty: WHAT

doc: Yeah, I'd assume you've never heard of it. 😂

marty: NO NO

marty: I ACTUALLY

marty: I LITERALLY AM FROM THE SAME TOWN?!?!

and that's how marty finds out he's been talking to the "crazy doc brown" the ENTIRE TIME lol

the two can, without any trouble, meet in person, and the first thing marty does when getting to the garage is apologize profusely for still laughing about the rumors about doc while texting him online about how kind he was at the same time. doc forgives him, and that's how they basically start spending time together in person. marty's screen time goes down significantly, but he's actually so goddamn happy about having a friend like that and will defend doc with his life.

yeah that's kinda it. also a bit of a homage to all the awesome people i have met on the internet. love you guys <3

[antleredreality]

in love with the concept (and act) of staying awake well into the early hours of the morning just to read fanfiction on ao3

[awritingbear]

That scene from GOT where daenerys eats the horse heart but its Hannibal and Will or something

[crazylittlejester]

why’re two of the main characterizations for Wars I see (especially in older fics) either “hyper sexual flamboyant twink with a waist snatched by the gods and zero personality past that” or “strict judgey asshole with abs sculpted by the gods who uses trust issues and trauma to justify cruelty”

why did the completely normal secret third option, in which Wars is characterized as a kind and caring person whose trauma isn’t just completely overlooked and who actually has depth to him and isn’t just his physical appearance, not become a common characterization of him until recently??

[thecorefrisk]

I love those fics where Toothless is actually older than Hiccup and it’s portrayed as this like ‘Oh, look at this gigantic thing and the small child that keeps following him around because the gigantic thing thinks it’s his baby’.

It’s so awesome because it further expands on dragon family dynamics and kinda shows the perspective the dragons had on the time of the Red Death through how the treat the young ones of Berk— specifically Hiccup, someone who literally looked like the human version of a wet cat.

(And not entirely in a pathetic way either because even when wet, cats will hiss at you.)

There’s only one thing I wish there was more of in them. Toothless being like a bat </3. That’s really what they were leaning towards in the first movie and I was so sad when there was none of that in the rest. He lost his batty qualities. Toothless isn’t cat-like. He’s batty. And he would be so much cooler if they had leaned into that instead of making him a giant puppy.

(I wouldn’t have minded the giant puppy qualities if we were sometimes reminded that he’s still a beast throughout it all. Y’know, a show of how he’s not domesticated, he’s just with Hiccup. He’s still a dragon.)

(Idk, it makes people seem dumb for being scared of dragons when they don’t acknowledge that the large, lizard pet currently drooling all over that kid’s pale, pale face is still a dragon and they’re not going to adhere to dog rules or even human rules because they aren’t dogs and they’re aren’t human. They are large, scaly beasts.

The point of How to Train Your Dragon 1 was an acknowledgment that ‘yes, these are large and terrifying creatures’. ‘But they’re also ______’. They acknowledge that Toothless was still a dragon but there was more to him than that.

In the way that a lot of society hates wasps, but they’re still essential to the environment. Or how people are terrified of lions, tigers, and cheetahs but they’re still pretty fucking cool.

Like, yes, they are dangerous but they’re also just beings trying to survive just like you and I. They showed how dragons wouldn’t have a reason to attack the people of Berk if they genuinely hadn’t been given a reason to. That reason being… the Red Death.)

[sapphosscribe]

Chat why did I just spend an hour writing about Fiddleford in college in the 1970’s instead of working on the chapter update that still needs to be finished? 🤦🏼��♀️🤦🏼‍♀️

That southern nerd is INFECTING MY MIND 😩😫

[third-time-charmed]

Dance the Night Away

An HSR smut fic

⚠️Rated E⚠️ ~13.5k words Aventurine/Dr. Ratio | Post-Penacony | Character Study | Top Ratio/Bottom Aventurine | Porn with lots of feelings | Angst and fluff

After Penacony, Aventurine takes on the biggest gamble of his life — his heart, soul, and desires laid out on the table. He only does it because he doesn't expect Ratio to match his wager. But not only does the good doctor match it, he raises the stakes so far beyond what Aventurine could have ever allowed himself to dream of winning.

Preview:

Slowly, he reaches his free hand up, hooking gloved fingers into the chain dangling from the taller man’s neck. Not hard enough to pull, just toying with it, his gaze fixed on it in lieu of meeting those vibrant eyes so closely scrutinizing him.

“What do you want from me, Ratio?” he whispers.

“Nothing short of your honesty,” Ratio replies, equally low and so very soft. “In whatever form that must take. I want for you to be as straightforward with me as you possibly can.”

A wry smile twists its way onto his face, and he feels the mask begin to slip. It doesn’t frighten him as much as he thought it might, though he finds himself squirming uncontrollably under the pressure.

“I’ve been doing a lot of thinking,” he begins after a long moment of silence, plunging ahead before he has a chance to second-guess himself any further. “Had a lot of extra time for it after… you know, while I was in recovery.”

He still can’t quite bring himself to mention the Penacony job more directly. They still haven’t really talked about it at all since coming back to Pier Point. He’s not sure if they ever will. If left up to him, of course, it’s water under the bridge at this point. He’d rather not bring it up.

A soft hum of acknowledgment bolsters his resolve, reassures him his audience is listening. His words are poorly thought out and unrehearsed, but he ignores the flicker of embarrassment as he stumbles through.

“Anyway, without getting too deep into all the unpleasant details, I realized that I… I’m not satisfied. With our current arrangement, I mean. And… being forced to come to terms with the reality of my own mortality like that… gave me the motivation I needed to do something about it.”

The gambler shrugs, one eye peeking up from under his blond fringe to gauge the reaction of his solitary listener. He gives the chain in his hand a soft tug, insistent, pointed, but still not quite the blatant request he yearns to make.

Won’t let himself make.

“Not a bad start,” the scholar says as he hesitates. “Three points.”

“Three points?” Aventurine mutters under his breath. “Goddess, Ratio, you’re such a hardass sometimes.”

Ratio ignores him, though there is a twitch in the corner of his mouth. “And your strutting around and posturing?” he asks instead. “Was that part of your plan to… ‘do something’ then?”

“Give me a break here, doc,” the blond huffs out. “I don’t exactly have a ton of experience in this department. I thought that I could… entice you into making the first move so that I wouldn’t have to, but clearly that was a miscalculation on my part.”

They’re so close together now that it’s near driving him to madness. Aventurine has always been very particular about his personal space, and Ratio has never been so deep into his personal space before, and for such a long time. The warmth of the other radiates along his skin and sets his veins alight. His fingers itch to pull.

He wants… more.

“Today… I don’t know. I guess I got fed up with the more delicate approach and decided to try provoking you instead.” He shrugs again, keeping his voice as level and casual as he can, even though he can feel something deep in his core vibrating, begging to reach out and take. “Thought it might help to heat things up a bit, so to speak.”

“Four points again for honesty,” Ratio says, his tone firm like he’s correcting a student during a lecture. “But minus two points for such a blatantly terrible plan of execution. Your hypothesis hinges entirely on the supposition that I, too, am dissatisfied with our current arrangement.”

“And you’re not.” Aventurine’s head drops in defeat, his gaze fixing on his lap as he fights to hold his composure together. This rejection stings a little less than the previous one, but he’s still taken aback by how disappointed he feels.

This is still no less than he had realistically expected. After all, Ratio isn’t entirely correct. He’s mostly been banking on Ratio being at least moderately easy to seduce, not necessarily harboring his own feelings of dissatisfaction. This whole endeavor was from an entirely selfish standpoint.

There is a subtle softness that seeps into the doctor’s voice, one that Aventurine has only heard very rarely. “How could I possibly find myself dissatisfied,” Ratio says slowly, “when you have never once indicated that you were willing or even at all interested in offering more than you already have? To ask more of a man so intensely guarded with his own intentions and desires… How could I possibly do such a thing, in good conscience? And what’s more, I held no evidence to suggest that any of your flirtations were not simply made in jest.”

A pause, a slow inhale, and something between them shatters.

“No, gambler. I made my peace with you some time ago. I made myself satisfied with what I had.”

Aventurine’s hand falls away from the chain, feeling suddenly heavy. His body flops backward, head landing on the armrest with a dull thud, and an empty, humorless chuckle punching out of his gut. Eyes sliding shut in defeat, he breathes a sigh. And yet, he can’t resist one last desperate grasp as he feels the win slipping out of his hands.

“No chance of changing your mind?”

There is no answer, for such a long period that he becomes curious enough to open his eyes and see what sort of expression the doctor is giving him. He expects something close to pity, or a remorseful frown. But what he sees instead is an intense and focused contemplation. As if the man is actually considering the question seriously. It is unanticipated enough that it nearly makes him startle.

“If you would do so,” Ratio says carefully, “you would need to be forthcoming about what exactly it is that you want from me. Stating simply that you are dissatisfied with our current arrangement is far too vague.”

“I don’t know if I can do that, Ratio,” he responds flatly.

“And why ever not?”

Because I’m a greedy selfish fool and I’m afraid of suffocating you.

Because once I start taking I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to stop.

Because I’m not allowed to want things, because everything I’ve ever desired has been withheld, removed, or destroyed and I’m afraid of you ending up the same.

“Because… I don’t really know what I want. I never really… got that far, it’s too nebulous, just…” He stops, licks his lips again, eyes darting to the side as if to check for his escape route. His hand trembles so hard the shivers wrack his entire frame, but his attention catches on the molten gaze that is trained intently on his face.

It catches on the way that gaze dips toward his mouth almost imperceptibly, on the sparks that flicker in its depths, on the way the taller man is leaning slowly closer, chin tilting ever so slightly.

Straightforward. Honest. Sincere.

“I just… want more,” he finishes breathlessly, the words feeling ominous and unfamiliar as they leave his mouth.

“Then why don’t you take it?”

Because I’m not allowed to.

Because I’m afraid.

Because…

“What if… I take too much?”

Tip your hand. Just a little. Just enough that I know I’m not losing everything I have left if I take this bet.

“Should that be the case,” Ratio whispers in reply, “I shall inform you. But I find it highly unlikely.”

They are so very close now, barely a breath of space between them. So much so that the doctor’s velvety baritone vibrates in his chest, thrumming through every one of his bones. There is an undertone to it that Aventurine hadn’t detected before, something… almost ravenous and hopeful that sends sparks running up his spine.

...all in, then.

Before he can overthink it, he relents to the burning greed that urges him to take. Gently — but not hesitant — he shifts forward, closing the scant distance to press his lips to the ones taunting him. It is a chaste gesture, simple and unhurried. Almost tender, but definitely inviting.

Ratio’s response is immediate, returning the gesture in such a way that their lips slot together seamlessly. The firm brush, full of intent and answering want, pulls a soft, quiet gasp from the blond. He pulls back, almost reluctantly, his head starting to spin as their mouths come apart with a sound so delicate it makes him feel weak.

And then Ratio gives a low, thoughtful hum, as if appraising the action with careful consideration. “Much better,” he says, the murmur of it dancing provocatively against the curve of his lip. “Five points.”

(Keep reading here!!)

[mrs-understoods-blog]

Somewhere in the haze, got a sense

Charles Xavier, The Great War (coming soon to an ao3 near you)