#struggling with school and

[toonwreck]

[on-the-clear-blue]

Danny knew that this job was too good to be either true or not illegal.

But fucking hell does it pay well.

So he was only a little ashamed with himself as he stands between Batman and one Mr. Freeze.

He knew why he was hired, the look Victor gave him when they did the first interview was enough for Danny to know that the mad scientist knew a little too much about his powers.

He had wanted to just say fuck it and dip, but then Victor told Danny about Nora...and we'll if that didn't get him on the man's side then the fat wad of cash was the real closer.

(He was a poor law school student with more debt than even Sam's credit card was allowed to clear, how can he say no to 1k an hour?)

One thing lead to another, and it seemed that Danny was a willing accomplice to Freezes plan

Which might now include tearing a hole in dimensions to get to the Far Frozen because a certain yeti doctor knows a fuck ton about the disease that Nora is suffering from.

Now if only Batman would stay down long enough for Danny to explain all of this...

[build-a-bruce]

There is something so satisfying about when yall write Clark the reporter interviewing ‘Brucie’ Wayne, and how Bruce is expecting the routine nosy questions journalists always ask. But here comes Clark, handsome, in this fucking Banana Republic suit asking zero questions for the gossip rags. No, he wants to know about those random company projects that have produced no tangible results, yet the money spent on them is actually to-the-dollar amount provided to the school system in Gotham, donated “anonymously”. And are these “anonymous” donations one-offs, or will the school system regularly receive resources to continue supporting the students and faculty?? If so, will there be any “anonymous” donations to the city to improve infrastructure in the school zones as well, so that students and faculty can have safer commutes???

And Bruce has got to figure out WHO the fuck he’s gonna be in the next 3 seconds to determine HOW he’s going to answer because this is a good question but who the hell is this guy and how did he figure this out? He put those donations under the most ridiculous project names he could think of that were still somewhat believable, and made sure those donations were not tied to him in any way. So WHO is going to answer? Brucie, or Bruce? Because it can’t be Batman, that’s not allowed. He came to this event for the optics and now he’s getting figuratively backed into a corner by a sexy man in tweed.

[bold-embrace]

Tethered at the wrist (by @nebrasska-alasska on ao3) fanart now in color…everyone needs to read this fic now it has changed my life

[morganbritton132]

Part 2 of this:

Once it becomes increasingly clear to Eddie that Steve is probably not staying with them, Wayne starves off a fit by asking, “Hey, Ed. Why don’t we go see if your caterpillars have cocooned yet?”

The impending tantrum deflates with his little shoulders, “Fine.”

Wayne leads the barefoot boy out into the dewy morning, giving Hopper a brief reprieve to figure this whole thing out.

Wayne lights a cigarette, leans back against the side of the house, and watches as Eddie kicks at the grass, “Ya done?”

“It’s not fair,” He grouses out, kicking again.

“You said your word is everything, Uncle Wayne,” Eddie accuses. “You said no take backs an’ you’re taking back! You’re takin’ back an’ you’re givin’ away, and - and you’re going back on your word!”

Eddie stomps his foot, hands working everywhere as he sputters, “You - you’re a-a-a hippo-crite!”

Wayne stubs out his cigarette, lights another one to give Eddie a second to collect hisself before he drawls out, “I think you were fixin’ to mislead me when you ask me that question last night.”

“No, I wasn’t.”

“I think that’s why you had that crawler with ya,” Wayne continues. “You wanted me to think you were askin’ if you could keep that caterpillar, not your buddy in the tent. That’s mighty deceptive, Ed. Almost lying.”

Eddie responds like he’s been shocked, “Nun-uh! I don’t lie, Uncle Wayne.”

Wayne raises an eyebrow at him and Eddie explodes in all his tiny dramatics, “You were gonna say no!”

“It’s not fair,” He laments. “I found him all by myself and I’ll take care of him! I promise. You ain’t got to do nothing.”

“Ed, that boy ain’t an uncollared dog you found,” Wayne replies. “He’s got a family.”

“Then where are they?”

Good question, Wayne thinks privately but doesn’t vocalize that. Instead he asks, “Wouldn’t you be sad if I kept you forever and you couldn’t see your daddy?”

“No.”

Well…

“I think Steve might think different,” Wayne concludes, snubbing out this cigarette too. “Why don’t we see if him and Hopper want to set up a play date sometime.”

“Wayne, I can’t date people. I’ll get cooties.”

“Oh, of course. A hangout then.”

Eddie sighs, turning around to look at their caterpillars, “No butterflies yet.”

[xoxo-3333]

I hate it so much , makes me feel so disgusting

[sofiaruelle]

The other day i found my lil baby drawings. So 21 years later, heres a redraw.

I tried my best to maintain the buff arms and the skiny chopsticks for legs. Lmao

[qqueenofhades]

There is no pain like the pain of an academic proofreader who wants you to remove the Oxford comma, while you (like any sensible academic and/or human) are like NO. KEEP THE OXFORD COMMA. GRRRR.

[neigepomme]

˙ ✩°˖ ✈️☃️ triple silly / caleb x reader x zayne

synopsis; three high school friends eating apple flavored popsicles on the way home. surely, nothing too funny about that.. unless?

🍎 pomme's notes - an elaboration on this post from earlier! wrote this as a platonic fic, but interpret however you'd like!

⋆ 900 words / fluff / fem reader / 2nd person

it was stupidly hot today.

walking back home from school with zayne and caleb, you could feel yourself slowly melt under the warm weather — and judging from the sweat on zayne's forehead and caleb's flushed cheeks, you weren't the only one who thought so. panting, you stop in your tracks and call out to the two boys.

"i can't do this anymore. let's get popsicles from the convenience store."

the store was on your way home, and you could all get some (much needed) refreshments while replenishing your strength under the A/C. so with a nod, the three of you went to grab popsicles.

"pips come on, you know the apple one is my favorite — that was the last one! are you gonna let me suffer in this weather with no apple flavored ice cream?"

"that's too bad caleb, because last i checked, you also ate strawberry flavored stuff! my strawberry ice cream sandwich was gone when i got home yesterday and it sure as hell wasn't grandma!"

zayne smiled in amusement, wiping his face with a cloth as the two of you bickered. being a few grades ahead, he'd always have some trouble fitting in with his peers, and he didn't have many friends in his class. it was a stroke of luck when caleb saw him reading an anatomy book and asked about it — instead of the usual nerd comments zayne heard often, he was met with a curious purple gaze full of interest.

he found out that caleb was aiming to be a pilot and the two of them ended up hanging out often, studying and catching up together. eventually, he got to know who you were too ("you have to meet pipsqueak. she's really nice and kind but don't tell her i said that! that's totally against bro code and she'll annoy me forever."), and fast enough, the three of you were inseparable.

"zayne, tell him off! he's being insufferable!!"

your voice dragged him away from his thoughts, and he shook his head with a smile on his face, all while talking to the cashier.

"three apple flavored ice pops, please."

when the clerk handed him his change and the ice creams, zayne headed towards you and caleb. somehow, still bickering — but this time, the topic shifted from stolen ice cream sandwiches to stolen chips bag. it was the usual, and zayne wouldn't trade away the comfort he found in how casually you two treated him for anything in the world.

"zayne, she stole my chips last week! isn't it just cosmic justice if i steal her ice cream sandwich back?? come on, back me up here — wait, three apple popsicles? my man."

wrapping an arm around zayne's shoulders, caleb beamed. he opened his mouth expectantly when zayne handed him a frozen treat, and with a chuckle, zayne placed it up to the brunette's lips. you stomped your foot jokingly, a pout on your lips before you spoke.

"how come zayne feeds you but never me? life is so unfair."

"heh, that's bro code, pips. that and zayne can't even see you from all the way down there.. maybe if you grow a bit more, he'll consider it."

watching you glare at caleb with a soft chuckle, zayne hands you a popsicle and nods towards the door, encouraging you all to finally get back on the way home.

and it was just another summer afternoon, zayne observing silently as caleb picked at your height, and you tried to kick him in the shin. well, that was until you succeeded in your attempt, and caleb tripped forward, making his popsicle float with his evol, while he fell in a ridiculous pushup position. snickering at him, you don't notice zayne placing a hand over his mouth and trying his best to hold back laughter, not until you turn towards the older male.

"he's so lame — zayne? wait. are you laughing??"

somehow, your question was the thing that pushed zayne to the edge as he erupted in boyish laughter — a sound neither you nor caleb had heard before, a sound neither of you managed to pull out of him. caleb's ears reddened, though not without a smile growing on his face and a fake exasperated voice.

"come on, it was not that funny."

you quickly pushed caleb back down, trying to make zayne laugh more. yelping as he falls down again, the sound makes you laugh, thus making zayne laugh even harder — clutching his stomach at how silly the situation unfolding was.

caleb, embarrassed but in awe at how his usually serious friend was laughing, also started laughing, and you all made quick eye contact between yourselves. that didn't do much to re-establish a serious atmosphere, only encouraging the laughter to grow louder — until all that was heard was "it hurts, my stomach hurts, i can't breathe" from all three of you.

wiping a stray tear from your eye, you think to yourself that maybe you ought to trip caleb more often if that was the outcome.

🍎 pomme's final notes - please infold give us zaynecaleb as besties im begging i want to see them being bros together i want my bromance NOWWW

[redvh205]

So, I live in a country where English isn't the first language, and there's this kid I'm tutoring and he asked me how he can best learn the language, and so I told him that it works best by reading books and watching TV in English, and he asked me whether that was what I did, and then I had to come up with an answer that didn't let on that I learned English solely by spending my entire summer doing nothing but read gay porn about Iron man

[not-the-living-ghost]

One thing that i really appreciate about dead boy detectives is that they never treat platonic relationships as if they are less important than romantic ones. charles’ “rejection” on the staircase is never truly treated as a rejection, because he loves edwin back in all the ways that matter. in the grand scheme of things, it doesn't really matter if they are dating or not because charles and edwin will always be charles and edwin no matter what

[asmodeusamaryllis]

Happy Birthday Shichiro Balam💚 [7/6]

[littleprincehyun]

🥀

[tamaytsuki]

@the-fandom-phantom ‘s 300 followers dtiys hell yeah congratulations 🎉

-> Phoebe's Art!

(There’s a piece of my soul in this image)

[lucky-fy]

For the Laicion nation (aka, me and three other people)

I had this illustration commissioned (a big thank you to @lunehowls) for my werewolf AU Laicion fic (still a WIP).

The general pitch is as follows :

AU in which Laios never got to meet his sister again, putting his life on a whole other path, a more desperate one. A military deserter with barely a coin to his name, Laios hitches a ride on a boat to one of the elven continents, where he learns about magical tattoos that binds one’s soul to a wolf’s, effectively making them artificial werewolves. Illegal magic be damned, this feels like the answer to… everything.

In the process, he learns about the existence of an illegal fighting ring in one of the elven cities, where beastmen gladiators gather. Freshly tattooed and without anywhere else to go to, Laios decides to head there, where he meets Lycion, an elf and artificial werewolf gladiator. If they first bond over a simple shared meal, by spending time together (sharing the same room in the barracks, maybe the same bed? gasp) they find that they have a lot in common, notably a shared distaste for the body they were born in, a dysphoria partially remedied by becoming a werewolf.

They bond :)

NB: I commissioned another piece, go take a look :D

[im04]

I still don't know how to use Tumblr but I wanna dump these here before I can't :P Just a bunch of OCxCanon and the mushroom boi, just, yea

It's been about two weeks and Imma say I didn't realize I was this down bad for a walking fungus /pos

I dont know what else to say I just wanna share 'em and try to make some friends here cus I dont have friends in this fandom *sobs*

oh and here's a rough animatic I made, it's a mess, gets worse the longer you watch cus I stay up too late to make this with a clear mind lol

may contain ooc and some of my weird hc idk