#fine. hands off

[bugmin]

so yesterday i sat my coworker down and i told her "the first thing i need you to know is that i respect you, i think you're awesome at what you do, and i dont have a bad word to say about you. its important to me that our working relationship is good and that we don't have unresolved tension but ive noticed in the last few weeks just that. tension. something has changed between us and i need to know what. i want to right any wrongs that might have happened. did i say something hurtful? did someone say something to you? what changed between us because i know something did." can you fucking believe that her answer was essentially "u run circles around me u do my job for me they kick me out when ur here coz u did everything already" oh okay. well you're welcome. also and maybe tell me to fuck off if its bothering you so badly you want to give me nasty fucking bitter stank face for weeks

[bigcatbulges]

Source - SnaftFC_ (Nude version in link)

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[baby-xemnas]

tbh its great that bepo is a bear because we can get PDA like this

and noone bats an eye

this could never happen with a pair of human characters. let alone pair of male human characters.

[chipper-smol]

spiky girl

[starry-bi-sky]

i need to get this out of my head before i continue clone^2 but danny being the first batkid. Like, standard procedure stuff: his parents and sister die, danny ends up with Vlad Masters. He drags him along to stereotypical galas and stuff; Danny is not having a good time.

He ends up going to one of the Wayne Galas being hosted ever since elusive Bruce Wayne has returned to Gotham. Vlad is crowing about having this opportunity as he's been wanting to sink his claws into the company for a long while now. Danny is too busy grieving to care what he wants.

And like most Galas, once Vlad is done showing him off to the other socialites and the like, he disappears. Off to a dark corner, or to one of the many balconies; doesn't matter. There he runs into said star of the show, Bruce who is still young, has been Batman for at least a year at this point, but still getting used to all these damn people and socializing. He's stepped off to hide for a few minutes before stepping back into the shark tank.

And he runs into a kid with circles under his eyes and a dull gleam in them. Familiar, like looking into a mirror.

Danny tries to excuse himself, he hasn't stopped crying since his parents died and it's been months. He rubs his eyes and stands up, and stumbles over a half-hearted apology to Mister Wayne. Some of Vlad's etiquette lessons kicking in.

Bruce is awkward, but he softens. "That's alright, lad," he says, pulling up some of that Brucie Wayne confidence, "I was just coming out here to get some fresh air."

There's a little pressing; Bruce asks who he's here with, Danny says, voice quiet and grief-stricken, that he's with his godfather Vlad Masters. Bruce asks him if he knows where he is, and Danny tells him he does. Bruce offers to leave, Danny tells him to do whatever he wants.

It ends with Bruce staying, standing off to the side with Danny in silence. Neither of them say a word, and Danny eventually leaves first in that same silence.

Bruce looks into Vlad Masters after everything is over, his interest piqued. He finds news about him taking in Danny Fenton: he looks into Danny Fenton. He finds news articles about his parents' deaths, their occupations, everything he can get his hands on.

At the next gala, he sees Danny again. And he looks the same as ever: quiet like a ghost, just as pale, and full of grief. Bruce sits in silence with him again for nearly ten minutes before he strikes a conversation.

"Do you like to do anything?"

Nothing. Just silence.

Bruce isn't quite sure what to do: comfort is not his forte, and Danny doesn't know him. He's smart enough to know that. So he starts talking about other things; anything he can think of that Brucie Wayne might say, that also wasn't inappropriate for a kid to hear.

Danny says nothing the entire time, and is again the first to leave.

Bruce watches from a distance as he intercts with Vlad Masters; how Vlad Masters interacts with him. He doesn't like what he sees: Vlad Masters keeps a hand on Danny's shoulder like one would hold onto the collar of a dog. He parades him around like a trophy he won.

And there are moments, when someone gets too close or when someone tries to shake Danny's hand, of deep possessiveness that flints over Vlad Masters' eyes. Like a dragon guarding a horde.

He plays the act of doting godfather well: but Bruce knows a liar when he sees one. Like recognizes like.

Danny is dull-eyed and blank faced the entire time; he looks miserable.

So Bruce tries to host more parties; if only so that he can talk to Danny alone. Vlad seems all too happy to attend, toting Danny along like a ribbon, and on the dot every hour, Danny slips away to somewhere to hide. Bruce appears twenty minutes later.

"I was looking into your godfather's company," he says one night, trying to think of more things to say. Some nights all they do is sit in silence. "Some of my shareholders were thinking of partnering up--"

"Don't."

He stops. Danny hardly says a word to him, he doesn't even look at him -- he's sitting on the ground, his head in his knees. Like he's trying to hide from the world. But he's looking, blue eyes piercing up at Bruce.

Bruce tilts his head, practiced puppy-like. "Pardon?"

"Don't." Danny says, strongly. "Don't make any deals with Vlad."

It's the most words Danny's spoken to him, and there's a look in his eyes like a candle finding its spark. Something hard. Bruce presses further, "And why is that?"

The spark flutters, and flushes out. Danny blinks like he's coming out of a trance, and slumps back into himself. "Just don't."

Bruce stares at him, thoughtful, before looking away. "Alright. I won't."

And they fall back into silence.

Danny, when he leaves, turns to look at Bruce, "I mean it." He says; soft like he's telling a secret, "Don't make any deals with him. Don't be alone with him. Don't work with him."

He's scampered away before Bruce can question him further.

(He never planned on working with Vlad Masters and his company; he's done his research. He's seen the misfortune. But nothing ever leads back to him. There's no evidence of anything. But Danny knows something.)

At their next meeting, Danny starts the conversation. It's new, and it's welcomed. He says, cutting through their five minute quiet, that he likes stars. And he doesn't like that he can't see them in Gotham.

Bruce hums in interest, and Danny continues talking. It's as if floodgates had been opened, and as Bruce takes a sip of his wine, it tastes like victory.

("Tucker told me once--") ("Tucker?") ("Oh-- uh, one of my best friends. He's a tech geek. We haven't talked in a while.")

(Danny shut down in his grief -- his friends are worried, but can't reach him. When he goes back to the manor with Vlad, he fishes out his phone and sends them a message.)

(They are ecstatic to hear from him.)

It all culminates until one day, when Danny is leaving to go back inside, that Bruce speaks up. "You know," He says, leaning against the railing. "The manor has many rooms; plenty of space for a guest."

The implication there, hidden between the lines. And Danny is smart, he looks at Bruce with a sharp glean in his eyes, and he nods. "Good to know."

The next time they see each other, Danny has something in his hands. "Can you hold onto something for me?" He asks.

When Bruce agrees, Danny places a pearl into his palm. or, at least, it's something that looks like a pearl. Because it's cold to the touch; sinking into Bruce's white silk gloves with ease and shimmering like an opal. It moves a little as it settles into his hand, and the moves like its full of liquid.

Bruce has never seen anything like it before, but he does know this; it's not human. "What is it?" He asks, and Danny looks uncomfortable.

"I can't tell you that." He says, shifting on his foot like he's scared of someone seeing it. "But please be careful with it. Treat it like it's extremely fragile."

When Bruce gets home, he puts it in an empty ring box and hides the box in the cave. He tries researching into what it is. he can't find anything concrete.

Everything comes to a head one day when Danny appears at the manor's doorstep one evening, soaking wet in the rain, and bleeding from the side.

[junotter]

All the jokes about Ken and horses are good but I just wanna say it's such a good parallel to how actual young men get swept into misogyny and the patriarchy.

Like they're told to believe it means men get to be cool and manly and have this power but with that comes extremely rigid commands of what they can be as a man and a cycle of self hatred for never matching those gender roles perfectly. Patriarchy tells men that if they just do exactly what is expected of them, then they get all the "cool stuff" that comes with. That doesn't work though when there's only a small group that actually gets that power, but men will keep trying to fit into those roles in hopes that they can.

In the end there are no horses or the myth men are told, it's just endless cycles of self hatred and ingroup fighting.

[ineed-to-sleep]

So I've had this wip sitting in my folders for months now and decided to ressurect it to satiate the urge to draw these two again

[royalarchivist]

Mike: [Hugs Richarlyson after thanking him for the surprise birthday party]

Bad: Aww. Hugs are overrated.

Mike: "Hugs are overrated?" No no– [Hits Bad] I like hugs! Why you don't like hugs, Bad?

Bad: No, I love hugs! Just, they're just OVERRATED, Mike! What has a hug ever done for me, eh? Has a hug ever done more than like, a grilled-cheese sandwich?

Mike: No, but sometimes, when you're hugging someone, you can let your emotions out, you know? You feel... how can I explain...

Bad: But why would I do that? Can't I just keep them buried deep within me bottled up so that they explode someday abruptly and violently?

Mike: ...No?

Bad: Oh. Oh, ok. Well, I've got some stuff to work on then.

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Mike: [Hugs Richarlyson after thanking him for the surprise birthday party]

Bad: Aww. Hugs are overrated. [Tsks]

Mike: "Hugs are overrated?" No no– [Hits Bad] I like hugs!

Bad: Nah, hugs are overrated, that's crazy, that's crazy, Mike.

Mike: Give me a hug! Give me a hug.

Bad: Nah, no, I'm good, I'm good. Thank you though.

Mike: No, no no no– give me a hug, give me a hug.

Bad: Alright, just one, for your birthday. [They hug] There you go. Just one, just one.

Mike: Why you don't like hugs, Bad?

Bad: No, I love hugs! Just, they're just OVERRATED, Mike! What has a hug ever done for me, eh? Has a hug ever done more than like, a grilled-cheese sandwich?

Mike: No, but sometimes, when you're hugging someone, you can let your emotions out, you know? You feel... how can I explain...

Bad: But why- why would I do that?

Mike: Oh, why? Because sometimes we all need a hug. Sometimes like, I don't know, sometimes when you have lots of problems on your mind, sometimes you give your loved one a hug and it gives them relief, you know? I think so, at least. *

Bad: But can't I just keep them buried deep within me bottled up so that they explode someday abruptly and violently?

Mike: No? Que iso? [Laughs]

Bad: Oh. Oh, ok. Well, I've got some stuff to work on then. Ok.

Mike: [Laughs]

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* Relied on the QSMP translator a bit for this one, so please feel free to correct me if there's a better way to translate this!

[puppyeared]

doodles of my fav sillies

anton belongs to @poicyss

[xjustakay]

The silence doesn’t last long as James lifts his opposite arm, pointing up toward the sky at a star that Regulus knows better than any others. “There’s you,” James murmurs. There’s a fondness in the lowered volume of his tone, a present tenderness that even though Regulus hasn’t done anything to deserve it right this moment, it’s still there, looking at his star.

screaming and crying over this commission i was lucky to have done by @cuckooboo for chapter 3 of baby, all i wanna do is coast (with you). it turned out perfect and i can't thank her enough for being so wonderful with it<33

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

fantasy laughingstock mawwiage but make it potc3 Flavor-

[loupy-mongoose]

So... the brain rot I mentioned...

I doodled a little comic related to it.

I still don't know that I'll actually make this canon, or at what point I'd slot it into, but... I'm at least having fun with the idea. :3

(Implied vomit ahead)

And then I was given the idea for a follow up.

There is one Pokemon that Jamie will. not. deal. with.

Kleavor is that, cranked up to 11.

[imminent-danger-came]

Like my absolute fear in this scene. I forget how scary it is. I forget

[floydsteeth]

I fucking miss drawing this silly nerd >:3

[psychoticallytrans]

We are in summer in the northern hemisphere, and sunblock is important. However, not everyone can wear sunblock. Reasons people can't wear sunblock include but are not limited to:

allergies

sensory issues

limited mobility

limited spoons

memory issues

Despite this, I've never really seen any posts advertising things you can do other than wearing sunblock to prevent excess UV exposure. A couple that I know of:

Wearing covering, breathable clothing. Woven plant fibers are the best for enabling your sweat to still work as evaporative cooling, in my experience. If you're not sure if your clothing will work, try holding it up to the light. The less light it lets through, the less sunlight it will let through.

Don't forget a hat with a brim! Your facial skin is thin and vulnerable to burning.

There are products available that you can put in the wash to increase the sun protection of your clothing, though I can't personally vouch for them.

Using an umbrella as a sunshade. A classic approach that does work well. This is especially useful when you have one of those front or back baby carriers and the baby can't have sunblock put on them.

I strongly encourage people to add other alternatives to wearing sunblock to this post.

[demigod-of-the-agni]

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