#need for approval

[zombiesama]

Oh I think I found my fave song from the album!

[why-is-it-always-autumn]

It's good and cool to give your characters a single simple, straightforward, non-urgent, super-achievable goal that shouldn't really cost anything or hurt anyone, make that the driving factor for most of their decisions, and then have the Plot do everything in its power to stop them.

[thoughts-of-a-noodle]

*slows down when I drive so the little speed monitor guy smiles*

[grandwretch]

nah bc I feel like we give Murray way too much credit and underestimate how much Steve hates being told what to do. if Murray tried to sniff out steddie the way he did jancy, Steve's mean girl would jump out immediately.

"you are giving me relationship advice? I'll tell you what, next time I wanna know how to be a bald, alcoholic fuck who can't keep his noses out of children's love lives, I call you. Until then, maybe you should work on the crippling trust issues that stop you from having your own relationships instead of living vicariously through everyone else's."

and Eddie is in the background cheering him on the whole time

[spacedlexi]

started a dnd campaign with some friends!! playing a silly little druid wood elf that seeks guidance from the stars because she’ll live longer than anything else

[nelkcats]

Danny decided to be a janitor at Gotham's private school. Mostly because he wanted to annoy the students by making them think that he was just a poor tired man and later have a dramatic revelation about him being a retired hero (he watched too much Spiderman), well, that and the fact that he needed a job where they didn't ask for a background check.

Of course, Tim immediately realized that something was wrong with the new Janitor but doesn't rat him out because he thinks he's just a meta hiding on Gotham and he can call Clark later. He regrets that decision when the Joker tries to kidnap the school (as normal) and the janitor, panicking, freezes the entire school, including Tim.

In Danny's defense, he hates clowns and will react to any clown around with aggression. Jason approves the weird Janitor.

[emo-batboy]

Okay what is this I keep hearing about Harvery Dent and Bruce Wayne being caught kissing???? Storytime?

Okay so this is probably a much longer winded story than I’m sure you expected but here’s my whole explanation of Harvey/Two-Face in the Battinson universe:

I always like to imagine that there is a distinct difference between Harvey and Two-Face. In this world, Harvey is regarded as an accomplished man suffering from DID who is forced to live in Arkham to keep his second personality, Two-Face, behind bars. Meanwhile, Two-Face is a notorious crime boss and master manipulator. They share the same body, yes, and it almost impossible to tell them apart sometimes, yes, but Bruce is the only person that can reliably tell who is in control.

You see, over the years, Two-Face has become an expert at pretending to be Harvey, so much so that the guards at Arkham just refer to them as Dent now. There have been several incidents where doctors believed Harvey was somehow cured of his DID and they gave him more privileges due to “good behavior,” only for Two-Face to bash a prison guard’s skull in while trying to escape.

But the one person he can’t fool is Bruce, the man who knows Harvey so intimately that he can examine his facial features down to the micro expression.

They thought they would get married one day, Bruce and Harvey. It was sickeningly sweet. They were so madly in love. Then the accident worsened Harvey’s condition. Bruce will never forgive Two-Face for taking his true love away from him.

Bruce visits Arkham once a week to see Harvey. Only the guards know about their past relationship because the two can’t stop giving one another heart eyes while they play chess and tell each other about their day. They’ll talk for hours, and it’s no secret that a pretty, Bambi-eyed, lovestruck Brucie Wayne will pay off any guard to see his “friend” for another fifteen minutes or so.

But sometimes, Bruce walks into the room, sees Dent’s face, and immediately storms out. Because it’s Two-Face. Posing as his former lover, wearing his lips and cheeks and nose, but the eyes are just wrong, all wrong, and he’s giving Bruce a smile that isn’t even close to Harvey’s gorgeous smile. And it’s sick. The guards can’t tell, the other patients prisoners can’t tell, no one else can tell but oh, Bruce can fucking tell.

On other days, Bruce will be talking with Harvey one second, only to stop mid-sentence, scowl at him, and say, “Give him back. I’m not talking to you.”

Two-Face breaks into a grin. “I can never pull one over on you, can I, sweetheart?”

“Shut the fuck up. Where is he?”

“He says he loves you, and you look very nice.”

Bruce has been held back by the guards several times for this very reason. He blames himself that they can’t hold hands during visits anymore. Instead, they talk through that stupid fucking glass, but at least they get a private room. The guards now know that even if pretty Brucie Wayne looks sweet and delicate when talking to Harvey, he can also throw a decent punch.

On good weeks, it’ll be nothing but soft words and smiles.

“I finally bought those chocolates you recommended,” Bruce says.

Harvey smiles. “Did you like them?”

“I did. Thank you.”

On bad weeks, Bruce will leave with hot tears streaming down his face, and the guards will treat Two-Face just a little harsher than necessary as they escort him back to his cell.

Sometimes, it’s a mix of both. Even rarer are the days when Harvey comes back right before Bruce leaves to say goodbye to his angel. Those moments are the most tender because they all know Harvey has trouble taking control back. But he did it for Bruce, just to make him smile again before they parted ways.

One day, however, a guard thinks he can flirt with Bruce. He makes a move when no one’s looking and receives an answer in the form of a black eye. Only a day later, he gets maimed by Dent and lands in the hospital. Bruce learns about it during his next visit.

“Your boyfriend’s other half tried to kill that guard last week,” another guard tells him.

“The one that grabbed my ass?”

“Two-Face put him in a coma.”

Bruce chuckles and picks at a loose thread from his dress shirt. “What you makes you so sure it was Two-Face?”

No guard tries making a move on Arkham’s favorite visitor again. And the star-crossed lovers keep seeing one another and confessing their undying love. Even after they accept their fate. Even when Bruce tells Harvey about Selina and how he’s slowly falling in love with her too. But something is holding him back.

“I don’t want to let you go,” Bruce whispers.

“I don’t either,” Harvey says, tracing his love’s hand through the bulletproof glass, “but I want you to be happy.”

“But I’m happy with you.” Bruce was always a crybaby, but he hates crying in here the most.

“You can be happy with me in here. But I can’t bear to be the reason you’re not happy out there.”

After a bit more convincing, Bruce finally agrees. Before beginning a new relationship, he tells Selina about him and Harvey, tells her that it’s non-negotiable, and she accepts it.

The next time Dent breaks out of Arkham, Selina gets a visitor. “Break his heart, and I’ll drown you in the pier,” he says.

Selina smiles as her hoard of cats purr against the stranger. Maybe they can tell just like Bruce can. Or maybe this is Two-Face doing Harvey a favor. Either way, she doesn’t particularly care.

Selina gives him a once-over and nods. “Likewise.”

Anyway, yes, that is my BruHarvey lore. Hope you enjoyed :)

@bruciemilf this is right up your alley, bestie

[pokeberry5]

redrew this panel bc i love it but i also Hate how they look

[givemewallywestorgivemedeath]

Dick: Are. you. serious?!

Damian: It was the only option!

Dick: THE ONLY- I need a second

Damian: I-

Dick: NO! I. need. a second!

Roy: Great, cause I'm raring to go!

Roy, turning to Emiko: What in the fresh hell were you thinking?!

Emiko: I don't have to explain myself to you

Roy: Acting tough for a girl who knows I have Dinah on speed dial

Emiko: Pull your phone out and you'll have some broken fingers to match your broken phone

Roy: Oh yeah? Well-

Dick: Okay! I'm calm! Let's just apologize to each other and have a calm discussion about-

Damian: I'm not sorry

Dick:

Dick: I am no longer calm. Wally! Sub in!

Wally: What? Oh. Um sure

Wally: Ace! How dare you! I... am very mad. At you.

Ace: Uh, yeah! Yeah! I'm also mad, very mad, and now I'm going to argue! Because you... You don't listen to me!

Wally: And you don't listen to me!! So now I'm goING TO YELL ABOUT IT!

Ace: GREAT! I'M GOING TO YELL BACK!

Wally and Ace: AHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!

Emiko:

Roy: ... what the fuck

Dick: Oh my g- You two know that you don't have to pretend to argue to make us feel better, right?

Wally: We just didn't want to rub it in

[overlycaffeinatedgalaxy]

I’m sorry but the way they made it canon that Derek Hale loved Stiles Stilinski after one of them ghosted the show and the other is killed off in the most heinous way possible is such 2013 Sterek fandom treatment like…

It is truly as though Jeff Davis sat down and told himself, “I’m going to fuck these insolent little shits as hard as possible a decade after my own relevancy and I’m going to pretend like it’s a beautiful metaphor.”

Like my dude, we get it, you have never had an original thought and spite fuels you, but this is just a level of clownery heretofore unseen even for Teen Wolf, and that’s fucking saying something.

[pepperpixel]

Some inside job art! Mostly just trying to figure out how to draw these two

[kylejsugarman]

all of breaking bad was just jesse being like "the next crumb of approval from an abusive father figure will fix me"

[theloveinc]

I wanna read the showing bakugo ur boobies for the first time thing 🥺

this is all i got

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"Show me."

Bakugo glares at you from where he’s sat on the edge of the bed, torso leaned back, eyes that deep red now narrowed into pretty, black slits. You feel naked under his gaze, consumed, and yet the only thing that’s come off so far is the thin, white T-shirt you were wearing during dinner. 

(And his, the scar on the skin above his heart soft and pink.)

You shrug, turning in on yourself as your arms move to shield the skin that’s left barely covered by your bra. He’s never seen your boobs before, not that he hasn’t been interested, just that he’s always respected your hesitance.

It's a new relationship. It's new for you in general. For him, too.

"I will, I will, just... they're a little..." 

You pause, he interrupts. 

“Say it.”

"You know...” you gesture, eyes flitting everywhere but to his face, his spread thighs, and his… crotch, tight with stretched fabric, “…weird."

“Weird? Fuckin’ weird?” Bakugo pulls his lip up, eyebrows shooting to the top of his forehead in (what is so unlike him,) bewilderment. “Baby, my dick’s already hard. Whatever you got is good, I can promise.”

He leans forward, the tent in his pants tilting as he shoves a finger into your waistband and tugs your hips closer to his face. 

“Kat!” you whine, wiggling in his grasp, fighting against a force that cannot be fought against (lest your clothing rip or even worse, you run away and he lets you go). His hands creep up your sides, gentle enough to be stopped but steady in their path now that you’re standing between his legs.

“C’mon,” he rasps, not quite a beg but about as close as you’ll ever get, his bottom lip curled in one of the smallest pouts you’ve ever seen. He stares up at you, his chin brushing against your sternum, as a thumb finds a clasp and starts toying with it. “Lemme see.” 

You purse your lips, a hundred questions left unanswered at the tip of your tongue, about a thousand more insecurities exhaled in your breath... but nod, anyway. Squeezing your eyes shut, you let him undress you (more gentle than he's ever been)... then peak, just once, to find that he is already grinning.

[craqueluring]

understanding through imitation