#call em out

[fcb-mv33]

“I'm not sure people fully appreciate Max just like they didn't with Sebastian. There's this sort of demonization both of them suffered, which I think is very unfair. Maybe that's also a bit of the British media. Sky Sports have a huge influence around the world.”

Translation - fuck sky sports

[damneddunya]

All it takes for evil to prevail is for good men to stand by and do nothing

[eclipsxntice]

THIS. this is what I love to see in the world. I teared up. fucking adore op. People want to be kind to their murderous fictional characters and yes ofc the point is that they're fictional BUT irl a little gentleness, a little kindness, a little more "hey, lemme sit down with you and talk" instead of "your opinions aren't valid you bigot". that's what's gonna bring about change at the grass root level.

Wow. The patience, kindness and calm communication skills. Outstanding.

From raindovemodel

[toxooz]

also been thinking abt pooki with his cunty scarf💅

if my next drawing post isnt the comic update take me out back and shoot me like a sick dog

[mlobsters]

jared padalecki and jensen ackles nj con 2025 - gold panel

team stinky boys ✅ filled with regret

[bacchuschucklefuck]

class swap design masterpost for convenience (from top to bottom: bard!riz, cleric!gorgug, sorcerer!kristen, barbarian!fig, artificer!adaine, and rogue!fabian)

[velvetwyrme]

new oc!!!! my strange creature!! this is Skyskimmer (or just Skim). they're a weird bird-bug-thing.

more on them under the cut because i love them dearly fhskfhdk

Skyskimmer (they/them, loosely Autobot aligned) is independent to a fault, often to the point of isolation. As a sailplane, they can glide for many hours without needing to land for fuel. Skim wants to be liked and valued, which is hard to do when you look and act like a very unsettling bug and are alone for long periods of time.

Their desire for independence is at odds with their inherent reliance on others, as a sailplane, they don't have a way to get off the ground by themselves and thus must rely on being being winched or towed into the air. Alternatively, thrown like a paper airplane. They can hop and glide short distances on their own (like a bird!), but without the requisite height to catch thermals and updrafts, they are they grounded. They do not mind this, as it allows them to spend more time indulging one of their favorite hobbies- observing humans.

Their interest in humans stems from a sort of scientific enthusiasm/"WOW cool bug!!" type of fascination rather than seeing them as people. Because of this, they have a collection of medical journals and texts from around the world, and is skilled field medic... for humans specifically. Skim is absolutely trash at fixing up their fellow bots, do NOT let them try anything, they will weld someones servo to their leg.

Unfortunately their scientific interest in humans means that they have terrible bedside manner and they will explain to you the many ways you can be eviscerated or die horribly, because they think it's REALLY cool.

... Safe to say, they rarely get to use their (human) medical knowledge.

Skim's real, usable(!!) talent lies in observing meteorological phenomena and predicting weather patterns with startling accuracy. Is it an outlier ability? Or just eerily good readings? Skim doesn't know and doesn't care, it's one of the only times they have an excuse to glide without having to ask someone to help them into the sky, so they'll take what they can get.

[starry-bi-sky]

incorrect blood blossom au quotes

-------

Danny, as nightingale: *making horrific noise bombs* Nightingale: if i use this audio of the sun, reverse it, reverse it again, then layer it on top of these reconstructed dinosaur growls, and then drop the pitch, i can almost replicate the noise of a leviathan in the deep end of the zone :) Nightingale: some circles call this "psychological" warfare Nightingale: i call it a highly effective brown note

----------

Once Bruce's gimmick villains start popping up: Danny, gripping Bruce by the shoulders: Buzz. Buzz. listen to me. listen. Bruce: Danny: monologues? fuckin' wORK. you gotta let 'em monologue.

-----------

Bruce: you incited a prison riot? Danny: you assaulted a police officer? Bruce: Danny: Bruce, trying not to smile: Bruce: actually, i assaulted three Danny, failing at trying not to smile: and i incited several

------------

Danny talking about cujo: —he’s a good dog! Bruce: im sensing a ‘but’ here Danny: ....you’re right there is a ‘but’ Bruce: hm. Danny: but, you know how ghosts have powers? Bruce: im assuming the dog has ghost powers. Danny: m. Mhm. he can become the size of a bus Bruce: … a h

---------

Bruce: wait. pause Danny, was about to drop Dad Lore on Bruce: Bruce: is this another horrifying thing from your childhood that im about to hear? Danny: Danny:…yeee..es? Bruce: *wearing the face of a man mentally preparing himself for whatever fucked up shit danny’s about to spit out of his mouth* hn Bruce: carry on

----------

Nightingale: be the karma you wanna see in the world. Nightingale: with a few tranquilizers, a slingshot, and some red paintballs, you too can trick the mob into thinking that they've been shot by Batman's sniper from hell! Nightingale, winking: they're not totally wrong about it either!

------------

Nightingale: I cant kick people in the face anymore thanks to the bone-eating poison Superman: the what- Nightingale: so i do the next best thing, and enact psychological warfare on Bat's enemies instead.

[aftg4rd]

wip 🥴😘

[coppercatz]

2763 SPECIAL SPOILERS AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

DUDE THIS VIDEO WAS MADE IN A LAB TO CATER TO ME SPECIFICALLY DUDE I LOST MY SHIT

I cannot BELIEVE 015 is canon. sunnys gonna have a field day. ALSO SO MUCH 1014 WHAT TJHE FUCK??????this is just the calm before the storm im ONLY gonna be drawing 1014 for the next YEAR after this HOLY FUCK

[sopuu]

oomf in law i need ur thoughts on mcsm but. cats cat world

is this a ploy to get me to draw mcsm warrior cats because i will absolutely fall for it

bonus gay cats <3 jesskas exists in every world bc i said so

[kettlefire]

As Good as Good Gets (DP X DC Snippet)

Richard "Dick" Grayson is the golden child. In the eyes of the public, and in the eyes of the league. Dick is a sweet, caring son, a man who went from being a sidekick to being a hero. The pipeline from Robin to Nightwing had many people applauding his dedication to keeping Gotham safe.

No one knew the full story, not truly. No one but Bruce Wayne himself. And maybe a certain butler. Many don't know that Dick only became Robin to stop him from hunting down and killing the man who killed his parents.

No one really knows about the harsh fights and arguments he has had with Bruce. The times when Dick would find himself cut off from the Wayne name for a week or so. No one knows that the first person Dick warmed up to was Alfred. Having been bribed with cookies.

Things weren't always this good, trusting, happy relationship between Bruce and Dick. It had been a rough ride, a complicated one. But that was okay, because it got better.

Dick stopped being so moody and angsty. He grew up, he learned, and he changed. He became an older brother, found people that needed him. Needed him in a way that the citizens of Gotham didn't need him.

His brothers like to call him annoying. A goody two shoes who Bruce trusted more than everyone else. They couldn't fathom how someone like Dick could be so stupid and bubbly at all times.

All times, except when shit hits the fans. Despite the name calling, despite coining Dick as the stupid Wayne. They all knew better. They knew that when it mattered, Dick Grayson always pulled through. He was a force to be reckoned with when needed.

The whole Wayne family was a force to be reckoned with when called for. It didn't have to be under the guise of costumes and vigilante acts. Whether he was Officer Grayson or Nightwing, Dick was a man with his morals and values.

One night on patrol as Officer Grayson, Dick found someone who needed that force. A force willing to protect and care for the innocent. The hurt. The damaged, yet still good.

It started like any other night. A call of shots fired by an empty warehouse. There was no sighting or knowledge of any rouges being there, so Dick took the call. Told the team he'll contact them if it seems more than just a civilian incident.

The warehouse was dark, reeked of copper and oil. It didn't take long for Dick to find the trail. The liquid he found looked like the person had been dragged before walking. There was a clear struggle, even with the mess and emptiness that was the warehouse.

That wasn't Dick's biggest concern. The concern lay in just how much blood there was. Too much for any normal person to lose and still manage to stumble through the warehouse.

It wasn't just blood. It wasn't that much, but Dick could spot the strangeness in the liquid. The mixed in green that had an eerily similar color and glow as a certain pit.

Without thinking, Dick followed the trail. Barely remembering to make contact with his family. Give them an update on what he found. Words telling him to stay put for backup went in one ear and out the other.

Something in Dick's gut was telling him he couldn't wait. He needed to find the source. Whoever was currently bleeding out in this warehouse. He silenced the comm, moving further through the dimly lit building.

Then Dick found it. Or more so, he found him. It was just a boy. A boy that reminded Dick too much of the youngest Wayne. A boy sat against a wall, looking pale and weak.

Red and green coated the front of the boy's shirt, arms wrapped tightly around his middle. An attempt to stem the bleeding. A puddle had already started to form beneath the boy, and Dick moved without thinking once again.

He quickly found himself kneeling beside the boy, hands carefully reaching out. Before Dick even touched him, the boy flinched. Eyelids suddenly opened, wide and terrified blue eyes landed on Dick's.

In just that one look, Dick knew what he had to do. The haunting, terrified, and pained look in the boy's eyes told Dick everything he needed to know. The boy was in danger. Someone had hurt this kid, and it was clear it wasn't the first time.

The boy struggled weakly against Dick's touch, terrified whimpers, and barely coherent pleas spilled from the kid's lips. It had Dick's heart aching, clear as day the poor kid has been through hell and back.

It took a lot of reassurance, gentle touches, and promises of help before the kid let Dick take a look at the bleeding wound. A promise on Dick's soul had been the final thing that earned him any semblance of trust. A strange promise, but Dick was willing to make it.

That concern turned to pure anger the moment Dick managed to pull the sticky shirt away from the wound. The sight of a Y-incision cut perfectly into the skin, stitches tight on the skin, but blood still leaking heavily from the wound.

It didn't take long for Dick to realize why. Despite the perfect surgical care of the wound, a good couple of stitches had broken. Leaving gaping spots for that red and green liquid to pour out of.

The boy was deathly silent, tears streaking down his cheek as wide blue eyes stayed trained on Dick. In that moment, Dick knew he had to help. Had to get the kid to safety, patch him up, and find out what kind of monster would do this.

It didn't matter if the kid was human or not. It didn't matter if the kid had special abilities or not. No one, absolutely no one, deserved to be vivisected.

The kid was shrouded in mystery, but that mystery only seemed to grow and become clearer when Bruce had entered the scene. The boy had tensed, eyes flashing a bright glowing green.

Lazarus pit green.

It set a pit of dread in Dick's gut. His mind brings forward memories of Jason. Jason, after his revival, after his dip in that cursed pit. The same flash that his brother would get if he got too angry. Too emotional.

As much as Dick wanted to focus on finding who did this, if it had any connection to Ra's al Ghul. He couldn't. Not when the kid tried to get up, to pull away as Bruce and the others made their way closer.

Right now, Dick only cared about making sure the boy was okay. Fixing those stitches, getting him a meal, and a warm bed.

He needed to get this kid someplace where he felt safe and secure. Comfortable and protected. Dick wasn't sure why. Maybe it was the promise he had made, but he wasn't letting anyone get to the kid.

That included his family. As strange as it seemed, Dick put himself between the others and the kid. Shooting them all a glare that they had only ever seen a handful of times.

Dick lifted the poor boy up in his arms, cradling the crying child close as he led the way out of the warehouse. Ignoring the questions or confusion coming from Bruce and the others. As Dick walked, feeling the trembling boy clinging to him, he made a rather obvious realization.

Maybe the eldest son really was more like Bruce than he expected. Just a few short moments the the boy, a boy that Dick didn't know his name, and he was ready to pull out adoption papers. To give the boy a safety he so desperately needs.

Give him the chance that Bruce had given him all those years ago.

[why-the-heck-not]

cat-sitting, very literally (aka the cats & I are sitting on this damn couch the whole weekend through bc I for sure am not going to bother their sleep)

[ninja-knox-ur-sox-off]

Listen i don’t…. I don’t have words I just have vibes to present okay i just have vibes

[yoosung-ah]

Choose your player: aggressive vs. passive-aggressive round 1/?

[le-trash-prince]

I wish people could understand that both Babe and Charlie are two emotionally-stunted people who grew up without love, who both are in their first romantic relationship and have zero idea what the fuck they're doing. They don't have parental models for how to show love, how to foster trust, or how to communicate openly and effectively.

Babe's dad made a mistake and decided the best way to deal with it would be to fake his death and never talk to his son again. Charlie was literally locked in a room for most of his childhood.

Babe triggered Charlie's childhood trauma by joking about moving onto someone else. Charlie triggered Babe's childhood trauma by faking his death.

Their relationship has been volatile from the very beginning. They broke up like three times in the first season ffs. They have both hurt each other, and they are both going to keep hurting each other, because their story is about two deeply imperfect people trying to make it work without any idea of what "making it work" looks like.

I don't know why parts of the audience are so insistent on finding someone to blame, instead of just trying to understand where these characters are coming from. Like I'll be honest with y'all, I'm not a CharlieBabe shipper, I have little emotional investment in them, but I think their story is such a good example of ways that trauma can inform our actions and our words beyond "hyperventilating in the fetal position," and I wish ppl cared more about that than about who deserves to be cancelled.

I've said it once and I'll say it a hundred times, there is more to media criticism than just saying what you dislike, and someone offering an explanation for a character's actions isn't "shutting down criticism," it's just them expecting you to care more about character analysis than making zingy one-liners.