#returning to wow

[prlssprfctn]

Jason Todd arrives to the Gotham after being brought back alive for the first time, and while building up his career as Red Hood, visits Harvey Dent in the Arkham. They talk in a surprising peace, discuss this and this, and Jason even shares some of his insane ass lore, because, honestly, who is going to believe Harvey Dent?

And no one doesn't.

But there is a problem. The next time Bruce Wayne visits Harvey, Harvey randomly drops a bomb on him by saying that he is so, so glad that their Jaylad is back, and he grew up so much, looks so much like Bruce now! He even tries to assure him that, you see, yeah, Jason was dead, but he crawled out of his grave, and then, the Lazarus Pit fixed him!

Bruce thinks Harvey finally had reached the end of his line. Like, low-key, the last stage of insanity.

Harvey: God, he is still so well-mannered. I feel so pleased that he came to visit old me first, though. I always thought I was his favourite over you.

Bruce, laughing awkwardly, while asking the medics to add some new medicine to Harvey: Ahaha, yeah, that sounds like our Jaylad.

Harvey: Super happy for him, seriously. I mean, look at him, getting himself a new career as a Red Hood. That's our son. Feel a little bit bitter that he is into Al Ghuls family now, but that's fine.

Bruce, frowning, because Harvey isn't supposed to know about Al Ghuls and their connection to Lazarus Pit or about Red Hood: Uh, had J-Jason said something else to you?

Harvey: Oh, damn, we spoke for the whole night. He was pissed at you, though. Like, for the Tim guy, whoever he is.

Bruce, turning to the doctors: ...Maybe, uh, give me the same pills you gave him. I feel like I need it, too.

[missnormajeanes]

rare photos of Marilyn Monroe filming River of No Return

1954

[thefawnfallacy]

Yuri on Ice was such a life changing anime, especially to have experienced in real time waiting for those episodes to drop every week. It was an open acknowledgment and love letter to queerness, to valuing and creating art, to loving yourself and loving those around you and it’s no surprise that it had such a large impact on those who watched it. Not to mention how stunning it was to be presented with an open letter to queer love during a time where same sex marriage and gender equality was still a very hot and controversial topic. It’s, in its own way, nestled itself into history.

It may not be in the way we all expected or hoped, but see you next level.

[sandals-art]

murderbotmurderbotmurderbot(and amena)

[cobaltfluff]

goro picks up a clingy nyakiren

[alicentsgf]

is it controversial to clarify that when i call jackieshauna "innately tragic" i don't mean that they never could have found happiness together under any circumstances. what i actually mean is that they could have, but those circumstances were never going to realistically exist. they were never going to accept themselves, never going to understand each other, and even if they could, the world around them would have ripped them apart anyway.

[guadalajarawontdonow]

"now... go, my son. leave me."

[ghostbny]

Metal nitk

[straykidsftw]

Daddy Daycare | dad!bang chan

genre: fluff

summary: chan looking after his kids for the first time as 4

ages: joey = 8 / leo & dan = 6 / jemima = 2 months

warnings: none (purposeful use of lower case cause i cant be bothered with capitalisation anymore)

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“are you sure you’re going to be okay?” you asked, cupping chan’s face in your hand, his sleepy eyes blinking back at you; the time on the clock too early for him to properly register the words you were saying.

you were leaving for a weekend away with the other skz wives, all flying over to jeju island, as paid for by your husbands. and that meant leaving early to make it to the airport (so you could make the most of your time).

chan swatted your hand away, making a ‘pshh’ noise, “it’s fine, y/n. i’ve been a dad for 6 years, i think i know what it takes.”

“yes but you’ve never looked after four kids, chan. i’m telling you, it’s a level up,” you pleaded with him.

chan rubbed his eyes before getting out of bed, placing his hands on your shoulders and walking you to the door of your shared bedroom. “y/n, please. i know what i’m signing up for, i know our kids. now go, have fun, and stop worrying.”

you smiled, turning round and hooking your arms around his neck, chan’s hands holding onto your waist firmly as you pressed a kiss to his lips.

“okay, go,” he mumbled into the kiss, “you’re gonna be late.”

“okay,” you smiled, getting your bag and beginning to walk down the stairs, waving to chan as you went, “bye kids!”

the kids, who chan hadn’t known were awake, all responded with choruses of goodbyes from their respective rooms, chan’s eyes widening at all four of his kids being awake at 5:30.

“oh god,” he grumbled, hearing jemima’s cries start up as the front door slammed behind you.

he walked into the nursery, now forever jemima’s room, to see his little girl stood up in her crib, gripping at the bars and bouncing up and down slightly, laughing happily now that she’d gained someone’s attention.

“hello princess!” chan cooed, running over and pulling her out of the crib, cradling her in his arms, pressing kisses all over her face, “oh my little girl, how did you sleep? hmm?! hmm?!”

jemima’s screaming laughter bounced off the walls, chan chuckling alongside her as he got her out of her pyjamas and put her on the potty. potty training was almost done, but jemima still had to be put on the toilet routinely, in case she forgot to ask.

“good morning dad!” joey yelled, chan barely seeing a flash as he ran out of his room and down the stairs.

“woah! woah! woah!” chan called after him, trying to keep an eye on jemima at the same time. he could hear banging and crashing happening downstairs, wincing every time another loud noise echoed.

“i done daddy!” jemima smiled up at him, chan grinning and bringing her off the potty, cleaning her up and putting her in a fresh set of clothes, before carrying her downstairs. “i don’t need carry, daddy! i walk!”

“okay, okay,” chan laughed, placing her on the ground, jemima immediately starting to run to her older brother, who was still zipping around the kitchen. “woah, woah. joey, bud, please. what’s happening?”

“i’m making something!” joey exclaimed, gathering bits from all over the kitchen up into his arms before beginning to make his way back upstairs, chan catching him before he could.

“hey, hey. i could really do with your help today, buddy. do you think you could continue this project at the dinner table? then we can both keep an eye on your sister as i make breakfast, hmm?”

joey smiled with the big brother responsibilities, nodding firmly, “i just– i– i need a few bits from upstairs, okay?! i’m coming back!”

“okay,” chan laughed, peering into the living room to find jemima perched happily on the sofa, her mop of curls a mess atop her head. “mima, do you want some milk?”

jemima looked at him and nodded with sharp motions of her head. chan smiled, nodding back before heading to the kitchen to prepare some formula in a bottle. as he stood against the counter, stirring the bottle sleepily, he suddenly felt a rush of air as someone ran past him again.

“joey!” chan stopped, looking at his twins running round the back garden. “huh, not joey.”

“i’m here dad!” joey exclaimed, his grin displaying a couple of lost teeth, as he sat at the dining table and continued his arts and crafts project.

“yo! leo! dan! come here,” chan called, standing at the back door, “what’s happening here?”

“we’re pirates, dad!” leo yelled, shoving his pretend sword up at his dad, “argh!”

chan played along, pretending to be afraid as he backed off, going back to jemima’s formula. the little girl in question now stood by the dining table, watching her brother in curiosity.

“do you want to sit in your high chair, mima?” chan asked, beckoning the little girl over as he put her milk on the tray. he lifted her up with a fun noise, sitting her in there as she happily drank her milk and watched her brother. “what do you guys want for breakfast this morning?”

chan was mindlessly asking as he looked through the fridge at all the banchan and regular ingredients stacked up. he gasped, “wow, mum left us some beef from last night! and some kimchi jeon, do you guys want that with some banchan?”

joey nodded, jemima staring at her dad with an amused look. chan pulled a face so she started giggling, her feet swinging back and forth.

“joey what this?” she asked, her attention going back to her older brother.

“its for mummy,” he smiled, whispering the words as he glanced to his dad, chan too pre-occupied with cooking to hear him, “she’s away for two days so i’m making her a sign for when she gets back.”

“mummy gone?!” jemima exclaimed dramatically.

“hmm?” chan called, absentmindedly, “yeah mummy’s away for the weekend, mima. but we’re gonna have fun, aren’t we?! yay!”

“what are we doing today, dad?” joey asked, his colouring pencils scribbling against the page.

“um, i thought we could meet up jiyoung and haein today,” chan said, “me and your uncles have a little bit to do but we don’t have to go to the stud—”

“oh please can we go to the studio?!” joey begged, looking up at his dad with a pleading look in his eye.

chan laughed, shocked, “yeah, of course we can, bud! wasn’t expecting you to want to, but of course!”

“just more to do there, you know,” joey shrugged.

chan nodded, “yeah, i’m sorry you don’t have any cousins your age, joe.”

“it’s okay,” he hummed, “it’ll be fun when we’re older.”

chan smiled at his son’s maturity, plating up the food, “yeah, it will. and at least you know they all look up to you, right?”

joey smiled bashfully, not looking up from his work. chan placed a plate down in front of him, as well as two more for the twins, placing a plate of extra banchan in the middle of the table. he pulled up a chair beside jemima, starting on his own food while keeping an eye on the littlest member of the family.

“twins! food’s on the table!”

the boys, still in pirate mode, ran into the kitchen, crashing into the table as they started eating.

“thank you for the food,” joey said, before tucking in, the rest of his siblings following, despite the food already bulging in their cheeks.

“you’re welcome, babies,” chan cooed, playing with dan’s hair gently, “see? we don’t need mummy, daddy’s got everything covered.”

[viveela]

Looks like Charlie's spending Father's Day with two dads this time around

[dreamyblanket]

Sorry guys, wafer on the brain, it's terminal u.u

Anyway, I'll elaborate on this in the tags bc omg I'm going to yap your metaphorical ear off.

[letthesunshinein]

there’s something so beautiful about the way ley lines and cabeswater are used to talk about trauma and healing??

so much of the dream thieves is about ronan coming to terms with his existence as the greywaren and his sexuality and it manifests as night horrors until he comes to terms with himself, and then he finally has control (over his dreams) and knows what he wants (adam)

and when adam has a total breakdown/dissociative episode and finally goes to fox way to work with persephone the first thing he encounters is his memories of abuse, of feeling alone, of pain. and it’s only after he moves through it that he can start to heal, that cabeswater can start to heal

and both of them still have to deal with their anger and trauma throughout the rest of the series but dream thieves really just cracks these two boys open so that new things can grow

[soveryanon]

What about eating your own beanie, Mr Clown.

EAT YOUR OWN BEANIE

[bitingdrivers]

got possessed by the idea of Max with kitty ears yesterday and couldn't do anything but write it - maxiel, 900 words.

Daniel steps out of the elevator and puts his phone away. Max messaged him earlier that he's already home after their training session with Rupert so Daniel doesn't bother looking for the keys as he makes it to their apartment.

He pushes the door open and calls out, “Max, I'm home!”

A quiet “hello” reaches Daniel's ears while he takes off his shoes in the hall.

It's only a little past lunchtime, but he's already tired – he had a shoot for the new collection for Enchante, and for some reason the team decided it would be a good idea to schedule it at 8 in the morning.

The shoot was fun, and they even had lunch after it was finished, but Daniel still feels worn out; all he wants to do is to fall face first to the couch and sleep till dinner. As he walks to their living room, he tries to come up with ways to lure Max into taking a nap with him.

“Maxy, how was your day? Did Rupert tire you out enough to take a nap with me?” he asks, walking into the room.

Daniel takes a second to send his usual thanks to Monaco for its hot weather because it allows him to see this – Max, sprawled out on the couch, in the tiniest shorts he has (or Daniel has, judging by the way they cling to him), pale legs and soft thighs on full display while he scrolls on his phone and pays absolutely no attention to the show that's playing on TV.

Max hums. “I think I can allow a nap,” he says, while Daniel admires a strip of his pale tummy that is not covered by his white t-shirt.

A joke Daniel has on his tongue, as well as any other thoughts in his head, melt away when he finally looks at Max’s face. 

Because Max has ears. Fluffy pointy ears that match his hair color and flick to the side when the TV makes a particularly loud sound.

“Daniel, are you okay?” Max finally looks up from his phone and stares at Daniel with furrowed brows. His ears point forward, ready to listen. 

That seems to bring his brain back online because his head immediately floods with about a hundred questions starting from “are those cat ears on your head?” and ending with “what the fuck?”

However all of them prove useless anyway, because what leaves Daniel's mouth is a garbled sound while he, quite rudely, points his finger at Max’s head.

“Oh, this?” Max says, bringing up his hand and touching the ears.

“Rupert and I ran into some fans earlier and one of them cursed me, I think,” he shrugs, still rubbing his tight ear.

“Cursed?” Daniel finally manages to produce a real human word out of his mouth. He even regains some control over his body to sit down on the couch next to Max.

“Yeah, I called the team doctor after, and he said it's some stupid curse,” Max explains, a pissed off expression on his face. His ears flatten backwards. 

His annoyance calms Daniel down a bit. If this was serious, Max wouldn't be fucking around on his phone, slightly pissed; he would be properly angry. Daniel supposes, it could've been worse – a pair of cat ears is annoying, but not deadly…he hopes. 

“Is it…forever?” he asks, trying not to hope the answer would be ”yes”.

“Of course not, Daniel,” Max glares at him, “It’s stupid, it will be gone in 48 hours.”

Daniel breaths out in relief. Not because it's not forever, but because 48 hours is plenty of time to take as many pictures and videos of Max with cat ears as his phone can fit.

Daniel nods. “Can I…” he swallows, “Can I touch?” he asks, unable to stop his hand from reaching out. 

Max silently lowers his head.

The ears are as soft as his hair. Daniel takes pride in that, because it was him who convinced Max to abandon the 3 in 1 monstrosity he was using before.

Daniel pets Max's head as he would pet Jimmy or Sassy and is amazed to discover that Max’s ears move just the same. It's like they are not the result of a curse, but something Max was born with. Daniel thinks it suits him – he noticed long ago that his boyfriend acts very similarly to his pets (excluding love for fish and the ability to lick his own balls).

Daniel snorts at the image his mind conjures, and that seems to end the state of shock he's been in for the last 10 minutes, because he immediately feels exhausted.

“Well, if you are not in any danger right now,” he stifles a yawn, “Still up for that nap?” he asks, lowering his hand from Max’s head and trying for his most charming smile. 

“My ears are that boring?” Max smirks but does nothing to stop Daniel from laying on the couch and tugging him on top.

“No, your ears are very cool, Max,” Daniel smiles and brings his hand back to Max’s hair. 

They lay like that for a while, and Daniel almost falls asleep when a rumbling sound jolts him awake.

“Max, are you…purring?” he gasps, incredulous. 

“Shut up,” Max grumbles, rubbing his face on Daniel's shirt.

Daniel chuckles and scratches him behind the ear.

“Hey, what else are you hiding?” he asks, a cheeky smile on his lips. “Do I need to check for a tail?”

“You can check after the nap,” Max slurs, purring louder.

“Alright,” Daniel chuckles, tucking his other hand into Max's shorts. “After the nap.”

[chisharette]

How are we feeling in this chili's tonight, osomatsu fans

[filbuddy3]