#oh he's doomed

[hedwig221b]

WIP Wednesday

I was tagged by @endwersed 💗 and @dear-massacre 💗 centuries ago but I swear I didn't have any wips at all though now I'm getting back into it

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Derek froze in place.

He felt cold and he felt hot. Breaths just wouldn’t come. He didn’t want to blink.

The omega looked stunning.

Ethereal and deific. How could someone be this beautiful? He looked like sex personified.

His slim toned body moved with natural grace, almost gliding on the floor. His fair skin was kissed with constellations of beauty marks that went down his cheeks and neck. He was dressed simply, yet even the grey sweatshirt hugged his narrow waist in such a sinful way that one couldn’t help but yearn to grab it; his long legs in black jeans would look so wonderful while spread.

His face, however, made all those works of art seem like child��s paintings. Oh, how they failed to capture the beauty. How dare they even attempt?

The omega’s chestnut hair was ruffled, his beautiful dark amber eyes red-rimmed but even more so beautiful. Upon seeing Derek, the omega opened his pretty mouth in a small gasp — and, fuck, his lips.

Fuck.

Fuck.

And then, as if Derek wasn’t stunned enough, a small grin bloomed across the omega’s mouth.

Quick as a fawn, he descended down the stairs and stopped a step or two above Derek, his eyes running all over his face.

“Hi,” he said.

“Hi,” Derek rasped.

For some reason, the omega blushed. He put the rucksack down on the floor, then lifted his right hand and daintily offered it to Derek with an almost shy smile.

No one moved.

“Stiles,” Deaton bit through his teeth.

The omega’s smile dwindled as he looked first at Deaton, then at the woman, and finally stopped his wide-eyed gaze at Derek who stood there like a fucking idiot.

“Isn’t this how they do in movies?” the omega asked, sounding genuinely confused.

“How do you know what they do in movies?” asked Deaton, and when the omega snapped his mouth shut, turned to the woman. “We shall search for the contraband tonight.”

The woman nodded.

With blush spreading down his face, the omega started to withdraw his hand.

It was then that Derek finally got his bearings.

Quickly, he caught the omega’s hand, causing him to jump, and pressed a light kiss to his knuckles.

Oh, what he would give to scent him.

“I don’t mind,” said Derek, then cleared his throat from the deepening lust.

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[humming-fly]

I love how Gerald was trying to keep Shadow from spoiling anything about the future meanwhile literally everything Shadow says and does around Maria is the biggest death flag ever

[prlssprfctn]

Somewhere in the year after Jason becomes a part of Bruce's family, a strange book appears on the desk of Bruce's personal study room. A book about parenting traumatised kids. He opens it, leafs though a little, noticing certain phrases underlined, and closes it back. Alfred probably left it. Just a few days ago, they had a short argument regarding his parenting methods, and he seemingly tried to prove his point by additional literature. Bruce is going to read it later.

...He doesn't have time, actually, and eventually, the book stays forgotten, tucked between many others.

Years pass. Jason dies. And then comes back, complicated and different, frustrating and hard to crack. Thinking about Jason — a habit, always a habit — becomes some kind of roulette: he either remembers something nice, comes up with some courage to talk with his son, at least through comms, at least not directly, or the exact opposite thing happens, sending them both out of balance.

It is the middle of cleaning day, when Alfred suddenly picks up the exact same book about children victims and how to take care of them, and to Bruce's surprise asks where does this book come from.

'What do you mean?' Bruce frowns. 'You gave it to me when I just adopted Jason. Well, not gave, I would say tactically sneaked in, but...'

'I would remember that,' Alfred frowns. He goes through a few pages, and his face softens. 'It wasn't me, master Bruce.'

And suddenly, it clicks.

*Jason* left it. He underlined lines that probably felt relatable to him, that maybe could help them both in their new, hard journey. A shy kid he was, though, very smart, he would never actually speak with Bruce directly — he would try to leave him hints. To open up more in a subtle way.

To—

Oh.

Bruce suddenly can imagine his little son overhearing his late argument with Alfred that day, all these years ago. Mulling over, "this kid is deeply traumatised, master Bruce" and "well, I can't get inside his head, Al" lines. Figuring out how to easen his burden. How to be understood and yet accepted.

And Bruce... unknowingly discarded that.

As usual.

Unknowingly, cluelessly, and yet so simply — he discarded everything that was dear to Jason, everything that meant something for him.

As he grips the book in his hands, caressing the soft cover, he can't help but wonder if any of the information inside, little highlights Jason did, are still working for him. If he still can fix it.

[coddda]

I wish we could have met in some other way.

Lawlight Week Day 2: Soulmates

If you saw me repost and re-edit this several times uh No you didn't </3

Still frames/Individual gifs:

If you know what every frame is from you get a free cookie. by the way

[ccnidar1a]

my guardian angle 💙💙

no joke i cant stop thinking about this skin but um yea anyway

and this thing i guess

[keferon]

Biblically accurate Blurr~

Blurr's Spotlight was actually the very first Transformers comic I ever read. I remember looking at the first pages and being like, holy shit, dude why are you so ugly?? Ahahjcmgmg

[goldcleaver]

"I never thought I would leave him alone on the battlefield twice..."

[crabboytahomaru]

i put my lover gently to sleep

[taitavva]

I am honestly so, so sorry, I didnt intend to break your neck it isnt my fault really, that I did not realise you were so very fragile, it was not even until the juddering grind of tooth on bone that I even knew

you were dead.

[A terrible apology (from a dog to a dead bird) - The Bad Thing by Maisie Cowell]

[skitskatdacat63]

Why is he like this, why is he such a freak, who gave him the right to act like this

[prlssprfctn]

I think we don't talk nearly enough about this part of UTRH. I think we don't give nearly as much thought to this moment as we should. Because this declaration ("I am no one's son") is not dramatics, not another hyperbolised, theatrical line Jason loves to throw at his opponent. This is a desperate acceptance.

Because in a way, before his death, Jason's journey essentially was about finding a family; a parent, who cares, who loves. All he did as a Robin, he did it for love. He took the cape not because he was seeking revenge, not because of the necessity or a sense of rightness — first and foremost, he took the mantle for love. I said that once or twice there, but it is my favourite way to simplify the whole thing: Robin gave Jason magic, and magic in its core (for him) was safety and loving dad.

So, in a way, Jason (as a Greek character, if you squint) had his own journey from the beginning; a one that seemed fulfilled, once Bruce took him in. And then shit hit the fan, and he lost that in a way. That is where he goes in an adventure to find his mother, to become someone's son again. He finds his mother, he finds Sheila — except, everything goes wrong again, and she turns her back on him.

And then the journey ends. And Jason is back after many years.

And that's what he gets out of it. Accepts bitterly.

He is no one's son. And he hadn't been anyone's since Catherine Todd died.

[miyamiwu]

Looks like there is someone who cares about OG Nice. I am so glad 🥹

[nahoba]

so the first fight with the interrogator in the team...

[dryptosaurusghost]

rip to people who just followed me for wof, doom patrol blast

[critterishere]

The pride month mascot vs the most oblivious man alive

[swearingcactus]

henry going from his thousand yard stare to 😊😂🌸 during the KCD1 monastery quest at the chance to talk shit lovingly about hans is really fun