#they are always getting throttled..

[knockoutssparebuffer]

Honestly, I wish more people talked about the Throttlebots. They are so very underrated and have hardly ever shown up since their debut in g1, and when they do, it's either comics or games, and it's typically only Goldbug. At least we got Chase in rescue bots ig. Though, that's really just the two of them share a name and G1 Chase and RB Chase are nothing alike..

[monakisu]

L is less of a blanket and more of an iron maiden. squeezing light half to death is the only way his insomnia-challenged ass can fall asleep

gift 1/3 for my DN secret santa @llawlieta ! for ur prompt of light and L sleeping and being vulnerable and fluffy with each other… thank u so much to the @dnsecretsanta mod for their hard work in setting up this whole lovely shebang!! HAPPY HOLIDAYS ∩(´∀`∩)🧡🌀💤

[creaturefeaster]

Heyyy does Taylor get freaky in a spicy way with Zack? Or does he get more freaky in the weird way???

i am begging you, whoever is sending these asks, for some actual descriptive terminology. what is "spicy freaky" meant to imply? what is the "weird" way to be freaky?" how am i meant to know what you think is weird? it's entirely subjective.

[jtownraindancer]

didn't think it was possible, but finally found a Peter Krause character I absolutely cannot stand

get this bitch some therapy

[moonsglare]

stars align ep. that's it that's the tweet

[thebirbguardian]

@crimsonmischief

I did it with pencil is it okay

I have 0 faith in my pencil work.

I am covered in graphite.

[amplexadversary]

I usually find epistolary works really frustrating to read for a variety of reasons, but I have finally signed up for Dracula Daily in hopes that the pseudo-roleplay element makes the format less irritating to me.

[logicheartsoul]

Literally very tired of 1) being without a car in a place which practically requires a car to get anywhere or anything done and 2) people NOT responding when I need to in order to coordinate things. So fucking tired

[loverboyfae]

nooooo overachiever who only values your intelligence don't fall into believing standardized, nonsensical and often white supremacist standards to give or take away your self esteem noooooo

[nerdie-faerie]

Having a 9am class and an 8 hour shift the same day I have an assignment due so I haven't slept, is a recipe for disaster. Fingers crossed I don't bodily attack a customer 🤞

[dans-exposed-ankle]

when i said i wanted to relate to a ts song i did NOT mean the prophecy wtf

[obstinaterixatrix]

Ticket fees are absolutely atrocious bullshit BUT I got the tx for sister’s birthday show :)

[coldpintglass]

You will survive! You will be able to do it! You will be able to smash it! 💪 🔨

I WILL SURVIVE!!!! I WILL FINISH THE PHD VERY SOON!!! I CAN WRITE!!!! I CAN ANALYSE!!!!! THE BEST PHD IS A FINISHED PHD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[heartepub]

hello i just read something in the orange and i had to come talk to you about it - the form is BEAUTIFUL and i was in tears from start to finish. you write so beautifully viv it was a pleasure to read this (and if u see me lurking in your masterlist dont mind me hehe)

taraaaa 😭 pls know your tags brightened my day so much ,, thank YOU for reading!!!! it was an honor on my part that you found value in it :"))))

[purposefully-lost]

The real question is how cruel do I let these teenagers get with Chris

[saltymarshmall0w]

beatdown buddies

(You always read fics where the pit is instantly calmed by Danny’s presence, but what if it didn’t?)

Now, you have to understand, that Jason was long past attacking strangers in a blind fury. The Bats? Sure, all the time--- but he was working on that.

This particular scrawny, possibly-homeless stranger hadn’t done anything more than simply exist in Jason’s proximity. If it was any other Crime Alley resident, Jason would be much more likely feel a surge of protectiveness.

This guy though– he was different.

Locking toxic-green eyes to toxic-green eyes made the pit in his skin violently react. Before he knew it, he was hitting the guy with everything he had, and the guy was hitting back.

The groceries Jason had left his apartment to get spilled all over the ground as the two rolled.

Pulled hair, split knuckles, and bruised bodies, the guy’s fist hit Jason’s jaw for the umpteenth time, cracking his head back and making him look at the gloomy sky.

They only used their fists. Jason could feel the familiar ghost of weapons hidden under the other guy’s hoodie, but neither pulled their hidden weapons.

Despite it all, Jason and the guy shared blood-tinged smiles. Blood boiled under his skin in an exciting trill. He was angry, and it was fantastic.

He’s pretty sure he just made a new best friend.

Someone hit Jason’s back with what could distinctly be identified as a broom. He vaguely heard the sound of yelling around him, but Jason’s only focus was getting his next hit in.

Eventually, they were stopped by a familiar shade of blue and black. Strong arms pulled him off the stranger and pinned his arms down, locking their arms over his chest to prevent Jason from getting free.

“You need to calm down!” Dickwing’s voice lectured in his ear. “You’re going to kill him!”

Surprisingly, Jason settled in Dick’s hold, fight and anger drained out of him in the space of a breath. The fire under his skin didn’t keep flaming and flaming and building it just– stopped.

“Oh, Please.” The stranger was grinning widely, despite the model of developing bruises and cuts across his face. A burly man who Jason vaguely recognized worked at the store they were standing right in front of was both holding up and holding back the guy. “We were just saying ‘Hi’.”

The guy made eye contact with Jason. Blue, no hints of green anywhere. The guy winked. “Danny.”

Frankly, Jason couldn’t quite explain his actions. He felt stupidly chastized by Nightwing’s patented older brother stare of disappointment. Apparently, the guy couldn’t explain his actions either, as he disappeared the instant no one’s eyes were on him.

-

Jason arrived an hour early to Wayne Sunday family dinner. He missed cooking alongside Alfred, and offered his help.

He let Dick wrap an arm around his shoulder for a few seconds as a welcome. He didn’t seethe at Bruce simply being there. He chose to sit between Tim and the Demon brat when it looked like new fratricide plans were being drawn up by the younger.

The pit didn’t scream under his skin to hurt. Little things didn’t set him off, making him have to leave early. He wasn’t tempted to throttle anyone for existing around him.

The pit was just… quiet. Peaceful even. Well, as peaceful as it could get in the Wayne household.

It was a massive improvement compared to six months ago— hell, compared to last month.

He shrugged off inquiries about his black eye, citing it would heal quickly anyway.

-

Jason should have known he wasn’t safe.

Sure, he was on a roof one could only grapple to, across the city from crime alley, and dressed up as Red Hood.

However, Danny always reappeared periodically like a well-timed extremely therapeutic punching bag.

One moment, Jason was looking down over the streets of Gotham the next, he was being flying-kicked by a lithe frame. Something instantly recognized Danny so, rather the putting a bullet in him, Jason picked himself back up into a crouch and lunged at Danny.

“Hood? Hood what’s going on?” Someone called in his ear�� Oh, right he had connected comms with his family that night.

Danny stopped suddenly, straddling Jason’s stomach, one hand fisting his collar, the other posed to strike. He blinked. glowing green eyes turned blue. “You’re not like, busy doing vigilante stuff, are you?” He asked.

Every bruise and cut from their last fight was gone, his baby face appeared as though it had never been punched in his life, making him look all the more punchable.

“Nope.” Jason answered, driving an elbow into the kid’s stomach and in the same motion ripped the comm out of his ear to toss it to the side.

Minutes later Danny was pulled off him, and the fire under his skin died down.

He blinked back into his surroundings to find himself on a rooftop with half of Gotham’s vigilantes standing in a circle around him, an unease that he could only read because he was so familiar with them written in all of their body languages. Batman held Danny slightly behind himself, keeping a firm grasp on the guy so he couldn’t escape.

“You claimed the rage was getting better.” Bruce stated in the way that meant he was supposed to answer his unasked questions..

Jason waited for rage and indignance to rise up in him, but rather he just considered that Bruce saw glowing green eyes and a brutal beat down and made a logical leap.

“It has!” Jason argued anyway. He sniffed and ran a hand under his slightly bleeding nose. It didn’t sting enough to be broken. “I haven’t lost my cool in months.”

“That’s what he has me for!” Danny chimed happily. His nose was broken, but Danny didn’t seem to mind the twin streaks of blood running down his face. “We’re friends with Benefits. It’s always healthy to have a little dead-guy on dead-guy action. You guys should really fight with him more often, his ectoplasm is rank.”