#and did it this morning

[longsightmyth]

People are so stupid about snakes. If there's a little black racer chilling outside just leave it alone, you don't have to kill it, it's probably dealing with all your pests for you, jesus christ

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Hey now, Let her cook!

[frownyalfred]

the Batkids grow up and realize that Bruce’s whole “I stay calm so you stay calm while badly injured” shtick was SO close to unraveling at any second and they had no freaking clue. Bruce was putting a field tourniquet on them and smoothing their hair back, talking about stay calm, yeah chum? meanwhile the Batkid in question is like yeah, why am I freaking out? maybe I am taking this too seriously. and Bruce is quietly having a tiny mental breakdown in the front of the Batmobile where they can’t see him trying to remember how to drive because Robin’s bleeding out, Robin’s bleeding out—

[monstermonger]

Study of a cat I once saw in Sopot, Poland.

[andhumanslovedstories]

We talk a lot about how once you’re an adult, you’re like “oh shit but I don’t feel like an adult.” And yeah, for sure. But I do want to mention that there’s also lots of times where I’m doing something very adulty, and I’m like yeah, I feel mature enough for this, I feel equipped to handle this, this is something I wouldnt have wanted to do ten years ago but find satisfying now, I enjoy the responsibility of what I’m doing, and I have expendable cash to spend on causes that matter to me and also novelty rain boots. It’s dope.

[time-woods]

short bill cipher thing

bonus one :

[magdaluxe]

im in a painful poll mood lately sorry

[pigeonstab]

Finally drew the thing I said I would! Inspired by the convo I had with @somegrumpynerd

I also went and made a floor plan for all the guys' rooms.

[hinamie]

alongside someone like you

[hyolks]

give it back

[canterbury-bell]

Fanart for @beanandberry 's This Love Is Ours 💗

[endivinity]

okay here we go!!! first of the season with Sailfin! It's common along the southern coastlines to see deathclaws whose vertebrae have developed into broad fans. These are flush with blood vessels for absorbing the sun's heat.

[that-one-weird-cloud0]

Danny: *just chilling on the couch while being very still™️ at the Wayne Manor*

Clark: *comes to visit*

Clark: hey Bruce?

Bruce: yes?

Clark: why is there a dead child in your living room?

Bruce: what 0-0

Danny: oh shit

Danny: *starts up heartbeat* better?

Clark: *even more freaked out*

[cheesymorgue]

I loev them so much honestly

[danlous]

Eric Bogosian is liking jam rpf tweets on main now oh he's getting braver

[deadsetobsessions]

Writing Prompt… kind of? Definitely write more if you want but this was a cute little “fic starter” that popped into my mind.

——

Danny didn’t know the first thing about art. This is an important fact.

“Sam, why am I even here?”

“Suck it up, Casper.”

“The show or the school?” Danny privately thought Casper the Friendly Ghost was the best thing to have come around. It did wonders for improving relations between Amity and inhabitants of the Zone.

Sam smacked him on the arm. “You know which one. You’re just here to be the normie judge. You don’t need to know anything about art.”

“Everyone here is like an art acolyte or something, Sam! I’m an engineering newb in a room full of people with art PhDs!”

Sam rolled her eyes and checked her manicures. “If you call Fenton Works newb level, then the rest of the world would be Neanderthals. Seriously that’s why you’re here. The art’s gotta appeal to the untrained eyes too. I trust your judgement.”

Danny gave in. “Thanks, Sam. That means a lot.” He followed after Sam but after a moment, he whined, “But couldn’t you have taken Tucker? Dude’s got four untrained eyes!”

“He’s busy with his internship. And you were already in Gotham.”

They reach the exhibition, Sam and Danny being welcomed in. Sam’s parents, while not the richest of the rich, were known art connoisseurs and respected people in the communities that dotted around the world. On top of being the descendants of the man that invented the deli toothpick cellophane twirling device, that is. Sam was standing in their place today- begrudgingly- because they’d promised to pay for an entire month of Gotham architecture tours and a trip to Japan. After all, Sam had much of their knowledge too. If anyone could say anything about the Masons, it was that they were passionate in their chosen field. L

“The contestants are in the room next door. The judge panel is beginning.” The person at the door informed them. He gave them a slip of paper and a pen to mark their choices in each field. Danny breathed a sigh of relief and began wandering around.

After he wandered between the oil paintings- “oo, this one. Reason why… the vibes are nostalgic. I like it.”- and the various depictions of a specific ship, Danny was pulled to a stop by his core reaching out. He looked up and what he saw took his breath away.

It was just a photo.

But it felt like he was there, on that rooftop, crouched among the shadows and watching the early rays of muffled light hit the tops of his city. His core thrummed. It felt like protection. It felt like he was being fulfilled, like Danny was once more becoming Phantom and that he was watching over this city he’s beginning to understand.

Danny, almost fevered, scribbled down the name [A Robin’s Nest- by Tim Drake] as his number one choice to win the contest over all. And, at least, to win the first in the photography division.

——

“Oh, Ancients, are you okay?”

Danny had wandered around in the interim as the votes were tallied. He hadn’t been paying attention when he smacked into a little kid that could have been his little brother.

“Uhm. I’m good.”

Danny helped the kid up. “I’m Danny. I’m sorry I smacked into you. Are you sure you’re not hurt?”

“Yeah. I’m Timothy Drake. I’m good.”

Danny’s smile widened in shock. “Like the photographer? Oh, wow! I really loved that photo! It was amazing! It felt like I was up there with the vigilantes!”

As he spoke, Danny glanced around for the kid’s designated adults. Hm. That’s odd. Everyone and their parental figure was accounted for.

“Oh.” Timothy flushed. “Thanks! I hoped the judges liked it too.”

Danny smiled, a small secretive thing. “Oh, I’m sure they will. Will you tell me more about your photography?”

“Oh, if you want!”

——