#teach on the second

[figbian]

the children just set off a stink bomb ON THE BUS

[symphonyofsilence]

Let the poor man rest.

[charlietheepicwriter7]

De-Aged Danny, gesturing to a dazed Bruce inside Wayne Manor: And this is Bruce! Otherwise known as the Himbo! Reporters: Hmm, yes, interesting... Bruce: What the- Danny: I'm not sure what that word means. I heard it from Dick, but no one will give me my answer, not even Jason, who is easily bribed. Bruce: Why are there reporters in my house!? Danny, innocent and childlike: They asked to come inside, Bruce! They seemed like really nice people, so I thought it'd be polite to give them a tour. Bruce, filled with infinite patience: I really wish you had asked me before you did that, chum. Danny: But why? We don't have anything to hide... do we, Bruce?

Or, in order to rise to the Ghost Throne, Danny has to complete a series of trials to prove he is capable of ruling (or any other reason, Danny just needs to do trials to prove himself).

The last trial, issued by Clockwork, is thus: discover the Wayne Family secret in two weeks without the use of any of his powers.

He has one shapeshift to pick a form that could endere him to the Waynes, but only one before he starts and he has to get close to the family by his own wits. Danny, after studying the family and reading of one sentence summary of each Wayne, picks the body of a six-year-old little boy that looked like a child Jason Todd.

Bruce: That child is up to something. Dick, third favorite: I don't know, Bruce; he acts like a normal kid. Jason, #1 favorite: I doubt the old man's ever met a normal kid. Tim, least favorite: Bruce is right, but can you please not talk like the villains from Chicken Run.

[beaulesbian]

KINGDOM COME: DELIVERANCE II - Henry & Bartosch at the Trosky feast 💖⚔️

"Come on, then, we also have to get at least some sleep before we move out."

[morganbritton132]

Eddie has the band over and they’re jamming together on a live-stream when Steve gets off work and interrupts them. He’s all smiles when he’s like, “Hey, guess what. One of my students called me the D-word today.”

Eddie; One of your students called you a dumbass and you’re happy about it?

Steve: No

Jeff: Then why are you smiling?

Steve: They didn’t-

Gareth: Did they call you a douchebag?

Grant: Dipshit?

Steve: Dad! One of my students called me dad today.

The band:

The band: Oh

Eddie: That’s great! How many times is that now?

Steve: Thirteen!

[dclovesdanny]

2/3

Dcxdp trope twist

So, maybe taking Pariah’s crown was a bad idea, but he had meant it as a “rubbing salt in the wound” thing, not a “I want your power” thing. Now, he had been having trouble with his abilities being too strong and unpredictable along with new ones developing.

Luckily, his parents thought he was a meta. Unluckily, they were sending him to his great aunt and great uncle’s farm to learn how to control it. Apparently their son had had similar issues?

All Danny could hope was that he didn’t accidentally destroy the Kent’s farm.

[bisexualchaosdemon]

Sometimes, I think about the fact that Wymack is Kevin's dad, and I want to weep. He dedicated his entire life to helping others who had grown up like he had, only to find out that his own son had grown up a caged and abused wreck? That's a level of pain that I can't even fathom.

[aerequets]

growing up reading + watching stories I would always wonder why villains would draw out the moment where they thought they had the hero beat. I would always wonder why they'd waste time gloating and monologuing and torturing or whatever when they should just kill them and be done with it!!

but I understand now.

there has been a fly inside our house for the past few hours that won't leave no matter how many doors we open. Now I am about to go to bed and it is in my room. the tiny room I share with my sister. I know that stupid fly is watching me with it's stupid bulbous eyes as I swat blindly like the big slow dumb human I am. I know it's smug. I know it's purposefully ignoring the door that I've opened 7 times now. I know.

I know if I ever caught this fly it would not be a quick death. quick death would be a mercy bestowed by desperation. if I got my hands on this fly it would be slow . I would tape it to the wall and put my earbuds playing flowers by miley cyrus next to it on full blast on loop. I would feed it raisins and boiled eggs. I would put it on a string so the next time it flies I can yank it back and it can be reminded of when it flew around me, taunting, not taking heed of the opportunities it had to just leave me alone. because it was never about killing the fly until it decided to torment me. I was fine having it in the house. like whatever. but to insist on encroaching specifically upon the 100 sq ft space that has no place for 2 and a fly. You are out of line. I will be the villain this time. I understand now

[moon-n-night]

Joxter teaching Snufkin how to talk to animals with his beatboxing skills.

Father and Son bonding that I wish they have.

[spacedace]

I've seen the concept of Jason being adopted by various people other than Bruce while he was still a little tire stealing Crime Ally kid a few times, but I've yet to see anyone put forth the idea of Duke and his family taking him in.

Like, depending on the continuity Jason and Duke are only like 4 or 5 years apart in age, and we know for a fact that Duke was a terrifyingly brilliant kid already shaping up to be able to take down the Riddler in a battle of wits at the age of 9. Now throw in protective older brother Jason into that mix who didn't think twice about trying to steal the tires off the Batmobile and then try and hit Batman with a damn tire iron when he was caught.

Just imagine how terrifying it would be with the two of them growing up constantly feeding each other's unhinged Fight God and the Devil in a Waffle House Parking Lot at 3am and Win energy. Imagine the chaos they would cause. The terror they would strike into the hearts of their enemies- all before Duke ever even gor his powers.

They would be unstoppable. Just a pair of two of the smartest motherfuckers you've ever met who know they're smarter than you, and the only thing sharper than their minds are their vicious verbal take downs.

Also I just have the imagine in my head of Doug Thomas, half asleep early one Saturday morning stumbling into the kitchen after following the smell of breakfast to see his 8 year old son happily stuffing the most delicious looking pancakes imaginable into his mouth. Blinking in confusion as he realizes it's not his beloved wife cooking but some scrawny kid in worn out clothes, covered in engine grease and bruises manning the stove like a seasoned line cook - complete with the most foul mouthed swearing even Doug, a construction worker, has ever heard in his life and a cigarette tucked behind the kids ear.

And Doug has a moment where he's just staring, full on Who's Goddamn White Baby is That? when Duke pipes up to explain:

"This is Jason! I caught him trying to steal your catalytic converter this morning. His mom's dead and his dad is a deadbeat so he's gonna stay with us now!"

And oh. Well. Shit. He knows that look in his son's eye. Knows he's already lost the fight before it evan began. It looks like it's theirs. It's their god damn white baby now.

He's gonna have to call Elaine.

(Elaine, for her part, goes through the full range of human emotions when she gets home to realize that the boy Duke has decided they're adopting is the Todd boy Elaine has been trying to track down for months now.

She's Jason's social worker, not that she's been able to really do her job and help him when he's managed to stay under the radar of every single vaguely responsible adult in a ten mile radius. The one time he had been picked up by one of the few decent cops in the city and Elaine thought she was going to be able to finally finally help him, Jason had managed to climb out of a window of the precinct bathroom and disappear into the night.

He'd managed to steal the hubcaps of six different patrol vehicles while he was at it. Just to rub it in that there was nothing they could do to stop him.

Point was, the kid has been her damn white whale for almost a year. And now she walks into her home after a maddening unhelpful phone call with Doug about needing paperwork to adopt a child only to find the boy she'd spent so long looking for teaching Duke how to take apart and reassemble their toaster in the living room.

She isn't sure if she wants to laugh or cry.

She is sure that there's no way she's going to be able to convince Duke that they can't just adopt his new friend, not when she can tell that both boys have already gotten attached to each other in the scarce few hours they've known one other. Or when her husband is just sitting there eating delicious pancakes with such resignation in his eyes.)

[kiivg]

.please please please please please pl.

[fullscoreshenanigans]

Posuka Demizu's 2025 birthday art for Ray Complementary 2023 art

[bonanza-tact]

Plz draw more Naruto with Kohari (their dynamic>>>) big brother Naruto sounds so cute!

He is so happy to be a big brother!

Needs to learn how to change diapers tho

[saetiate]

The man standing behind the island of the most stunning, grandest kitchen you have ever seen tells you he is your husband. He tells you he is Itoshi Sae, that he plays football for a living.

You don't recall him at all.

You think you must've gotten lucky, sitting in a beautiful house with a beautiful man who seems as steady as can be, despite the circumstances. He slides food from the pan and onto a plate with an easy grace.

Sae sighs as the plate lands a little too loudly, the clang of ceramic to counter echoing through the walls.

You flinch.

His eyes widen just slightly at that, something like dread settling inside of him. But the pause he makes in the silence must've been too loud, too clear. Because then you're scrambling.

"I'm sorry," you tell him quickly. The plate scrapes against the counter as you pull it towards yourself, the clang of cutlery bites like winter snow. He shakes his head at you, to gesture to you that there's nothing to be sorry for in the way you used to know he did, but you keep your eyes downcast as you chew.

His hand moves instinctively, hovering just over your head —

And then you see him in the corner of your eye visibly catching himself, dropping it back down to his side.

~

Sae remembers the parts of you coated in fear near the beginning of your relationship. The loud noises you turned against, the hesitance you held before touching your hand to his.

He remembers the way he coaxed you into his arms and onto his lap, took your hand in his and stood with you in the sun until the lightness leaked into you and you smiled at him, so bright he couldn't help but return something soft right back to you.

But even at your most scared, you've never been scared of him.

The way you flinched at him replays in his mind. How frightening it must've been, for a man you don't know to tell you he is your husband, to put food in front of you and expect you to eat it, take all of this in without mercy.

He should've known better. Should've done better. Should've —

"I love you."

That shocks him more than the scalding hot water that pours over his hands and the dishes, his head snapping towards yours, meeting your sheepish gaze.

"I know I don't remember you. But when I look at you, I feel — I feel like I love you. I feel warm and- and I feel it everywhere."

Your eyes dart this way and that even as you step closer to him, the rushing water forgotten. The hot water means nothing when can feel your body heat so close to his, your cheek just centimeters from leaning against his shoulder.

"Even though I don't know you, I feel like I know. I feel like I know that I love you."

Your voice is almost a whisper now, and it's like the friction slide of tectonic plates inside of him — your meekness compared to the way you used to jump and wrap your arms around him, the way you used to take up all his space and time.

The tap turns off. He breathes in deep, like a boat lulling before a wave crash.

"I love you."

Something about the way he says it, even with the way he looks at you, makes it seem like the words are foreign in his mouth. Rolls against his tongue like a candy you're trying to figure out the flavor of.

"When we first met, even though I didn't know you before…"

He's not looking at you anymore. He's looking at the tap, he's drying his hands, hoping he can wipe away the heaviness of how he feels with the water.

"I felt like I had always loved you."

Like an anchor to the seabed, it strikes anyways.

You take his hands in yours, your fingers brushing against his heated palms, turning him towards you with an easiness only you are capable of bringing out of him.

"Okay," you lace your fingers with his, heart tumbling into a gentle smile, carrying the softness of hope along with it. "Let's start there."

[shotavampire]

The innocent/naive shota and the perverted shota should kiss

[landedinpayne]

edwin payne is strong for many reasons, but to me the thing that makes him the strongest is surviving(ish) an eternity-long codependent homoerotic situationship.

like if i confessed my love for you and you told me that i was the most important person in the world to you and the only one you'd go to hell for and that we had forever to figure the rest out and then directly after that you flirtatiously leaned down inches from my ear and joked about how convincing your smile is i think i would need to be put on a watchlist