#more lazy content

[hotwaterandmilk]

Tsugumi Usami fashion — Usagi Channel by Sugi Emiko (Vol. 1, Shougakukan, 06/1985)

[valtsv]

are we still doing this because i have a late submission

[lazy-ahh]

YOURS, ALWAYS

pairing jason todd x gender neutral reader

jason todd has always been yours—through scraped knees and robin stunts, through death and what came after. and when he finally says it out loud (awkwardly, over cold takeout, like the emotionally constipated bastard he is), you don’t let him take it back. because some things are just inevitable. like batman’s no-kill rule. like gotham’s shitty weather. and like you loving him, no matter what.

taglist @kasarian , @queermaeda , @yujensstuff , @thebatsgreatestfailure , @roryroro , @cynvia

you and jason have been best friends since forever. since the days of scraped knees and stupid dares—like that one time he showed up at your window in his robin costume, all puffed-up pride and poorly hidden nerves, just because you’d joked that batman’s sidekick couldn’t possibly be someone you know, let alone at your school. "oh yeah?" he’d said, flipping off your roof just to show off, only to eat shit in the bushes. you’d laughed so hard you cried, and he’d scowled, but his cheeks were pink, and you knew—he’d done it just to impress you.

since the nights of whispered secrets under starless skies, when he’d sneak out after patrol, still smelling like gotham’s grime and sweat, and collapse next to you on your bed. "tell me about the stars again," he’d say, even though he’d heard it a million times. you’d grin, bumping his shoulder. "what, robin needs a bedtime story?" but you’d tell him anyway, because the way he listened—like you were the only thing that mattered—made your chest ache.

even when the universe decided to take him away from you—ripped him right out of your hands, left you screaming into the void, left you staring at the empty space where he was supposed to be—you never stopped loving him. you dreamed about him. talked to him like he could hear you. got into stupid fights just to feel something, because nothing hurt as much as missing him.

and when the universe, cruel and kind in equal measure, brought him back—bruised and broken and yours—you loved him harder. held him tighter. memorized every scar, every flinch, every time his voice cracked when he said your name like he couldn’t believe you were real. like he couldn't believe that you waited and still chose him despite him coming back all wrong.

you never dated anyone else. never wanted to. how could you, when your heart had always belonged to him? when every stupid crush felt like a betrayal, when every "you should move on" made you want to punch something? you’d just smirk and say "nah, i’ve got high standards," but the truth was—no one else made you feel like this. like your ribs were too small for your heart. like the world made sense when they laughed.

turns out, he was the same. he didn’t want to fall for anyone else other than you. couldn’t. not when he’d come back 'wrong', all rage and sharp edges, and you were the only one who didn’t flinch. not when he’d catch you looking at him and his breath would hitch, like he was twelve again and trying to impress you with stupid rooftop stunts. not when he’d mutter "you’re such an idiot" after you did something reckless, but his hands would shake as he checked you for injuries.

you were it for him. he was it for you. and neither of you knew how to say it—until you did.

it happened like this: you were on his shitty couch, elbows knocking together over takeout, arguing about something stupid—"no way is superman cooler than batman, jay, that’s just objectively wrong"—when he suddenly went quiet. then, without looking at you, voice rough like he’d been holding it in for years: "i honestly don’t know how to do this with anyone else. i don't think i want to do this with anyone else. just you. always you. it'd just be wrong if it were with anyone else."

silence. your chopsticks froze mid-air.

he immediately backtracked, scowling at the wall like it had offended him. "i mean—fuck, forget it. that was weird." but when he finally risked a glance at you, your face must’ve been something pathetic, because his own expression went soft, stunned. like he hadn’t expected you to care.

so you grinned, kicking his shin under the table. "took you long enough to admit it, jaybird."

the second the nickname left your mouth, his breath stuttered—just a tiny, barely-there hitch, but you noticed. because jason loved when you called him that, loved it so much it pissed him off. he loved whatever pet name or nickname you called him, because it'll always be for him. but he'd pretend, he’d scowl and grumble "don’t fucking call me that," but his ears would go pink, his shoulders loosening like you’d tugged on some hidden string only you knew how to pull.

"you’ve got shit taste in heroes and shit timing," you added, just to watch him roll his eyes. but then, softer—because you could be serious when it mattered, when it was him—you leaned in, your knee pressing against his under the table. "but you’re it for me. always have been. always will be. fuck, i don't even think it's possible for me not to love you."

his breath caught, just for a second—sharp, like you’d sucker-punched him straight through the ribs. then he was laughing, that rough, half-breathless sound he only made when you caught him off guard, shaking his head like you’d just backflipped off a building without a grapple. "you’re such a fucking sap," he muttered, but his voice was too warm, too raw, and his fingers were already twitching toward yours, calloused and hesitant. like even now, after blood and bruises and all the shit the world threw at him, he still expected you to pull away.

so you closed the distance for him, lacing your fingers through his and squeezing tight. "yeah, well, you love it. admit it, jay—i’m the best damn thing that’s ever happened to you. bet you even doodled my name in your stupid robin notebooks back in the day."

he didn’t deny it. just exhaled, slow and shaky, his thumb brushing over your knuckles like he was mapping out every scar, every ridge, like he needed to prove you were real. "guess i do," he muttered, voice rough, like gravel and old wounds. then, quieter, like he was fighting himself: "fuck, of course i do. you’re—shit." his grip tightened, just for a second, like he was afraid you’d vanish. "you were always it for me. even when i was—even when i wasn’t me. especially then." a pause, his jaw working. "didn’t think i’d ever get to have this. have you."

the words hung between you, raw and unguarded, and for once, he didn’t try to claw them back. just let them sit there, trembling in the air like the ghost of a touch. like something holy. the takeout was cold now, the chopsticks abandoned mid-argument, but neither of you cared. all that mattered was the way his knee stayed pressed against yours, firm and grounding, the way his shoulders finally slumped—like he’d been holding up the whole damn sky and only just remembered you were there to help.

and when he finally looked at you—really looked at you, without the sarcasm or the scowl—his eyes were soft, wide open in a way they never were with anyone else. "always you and me, huh?"

you grinned, bumping your shoulder against his hard enough to make him grunt. "duh. who else is gonna put up with your brooding bullshit? face it, jay, you’re stuck with me."

this time, he didn’t even pretend to complain. just leaned in, forehead resting against yours, and let out a breath that sounded an awful lot like home.

so. this little 1.2k words of tooth-rotting fluff happened because my brain said enough. my fyp on tiktok has been nothing but jason todd angst for DAYS. like. bro. i get it. he’s tragic. he’s got layers. but PLEASE. i am BEGGING the algorithm gods to throw me a bone—a thirst trap, a shitpost, literally anything that doesn’t make me want to curl into a ball and sob into my hoodie. (…okay fine, keep feeding me the pain. but balance it out, damn it.) anyway. here’s jason being soft. here’s him happy. here’s him getting the love he deserves because i said so. hope it gives you the same stupid grin it gave me while writing it.

[hhhhunty]

I think this is kinda ridiculous

[yunogf]

J VHS HORROR COLLECTION inspo x x

[blackkatdraws2]

There are more things in the Parable than Stanley knows about. [Blank Scripts AU]

[hue-kangz]

When the Day Comes :: Huening Kai

[vulchak]

Stuck the clips together cause Tumblr seems to allow one video per post, anyway

This is so bad. It's sloppy, it's sluggish. It's obvious the actors are just pausing to wait for the CGI instead of being interrupted by the dragons. It's like it's running in slow mo

The originals, both of these gags are so fast paced and snappy. But here it feels like they did one take, said "eh good enough we'll fix it in post," and then never did

[secrescaryat]

// pentiment spoilers (implied ig but still there)

more of these because i was inspired

[sparkp18]

Congrats on finishing classes!! Hope you get the grades you want/need in them <3 (also I am very intrigued about this magical girl au and waiting patiently for details about it 👀)

I has doodle requests!

Bishoujo Soundwave with one or all of the Bishoujo Trine

Or!

Trine in a cuddle pile (bishoujo or transformer)

Or!

Something from Malicious Compliance :D

HELLOOOOO TRAIN MY BELOVED WELCOME BACK!!! I come bearing gifts!!!!!!

[hotwaterandmilk]

A.RI.SA by Sugi Emiko (Vol. 1, Shougakukan, 04/1996)

[norithelord]

Wip! Syzoth in the morning 🦎

[jewelulu]

“This girl…”

“Who is she?…”

Taglist: @skriblee-ksk @taruruchi @scint1llat3 @thehollowwriter

[torao-chan]

And you're never truly gone As long as a part of you in me lives on - 🎶 Immortal by Reinaeiry

[newvegascowboy]

hello mr Guy

[koiisure]

forgot to post it here but JRWI PD Array if i was the president of JRWI!!!

i neeeeed their content dies of death