#hell no

[nerdpoe]

Jack and Maddie Fenton got in trouble with CPS after Danny's accident. The portal was shut down, Vlad was deemed mentally unfit to adopt, and Danny and Jazz were adopted by a kind farming couple in Kansas.

Danny and Jazz kept Danny's powers a secret from the Kents, as the Anti-Ecto Acts were still in effect (they were one of the first laws abolished with the initiation of Meta Rights) and they didn't expect a farmer couple to readily accept a superpowered teen.

Then Clark crashed into their life.

Danny loved being a big brother, and when Clark started showing powers? Danny refused to let him think he was alone.

Clark was taught how to fly from his big brother Danny. Clark was taught strength control and how to control his power from Danny.

Danny ended up being Smallville's local Engineer, giving up going to college so that Clark could go. Farming didn't pay a lot, and they'd only saved up for one kid, really. Danny couldn't get a scholarship, his grades weren't good enough. Jazz did get a scholarship, so he didn't have to worry about her.

So Danny stays on the farm, inventing a million odd little things until the Kent farm is the best defended farm in the world.

And Clark...Clark feels guilty. He feels like he robbed his big brother's chance at higher education.

Then Clark meets Batman.

Batman, who is Bruce Wayne's sugar baby.

Bruce Wayne, who has a lot of grants and scholarships to get people into college.

Batman stops Superman mid-pitch and leaves, only to return with Green Arrow.

"No Supers allowed in Gotham, talk to Green Arrow about grants."

[bellamer]

Hobie getting Miles a bonnet because Miles is just out here sleeping with no protection for his hair.

The first time Hobie sleeps over at Miles', Hobie's putting his hair up in his bonnet and when he looks over at Miles, Miles is just... straight up laying there. No bonnet, no turban, no nothing. And he just stares at Miles.

"...What are you doing ?"

"Where's your bonnet ?"

"My what ?"

"So you just go to sleep with your hair all naked and shit ?"

"Hobie, what are you talking about ?"

"Nothing. Night."

But Hobie doesn't sleep because the fact that Miles is just sleeping soundly with no hair protection and the next morning, he's just staring as Miles struggles to detangle his hair.

So the next week, Hobie drops a present off at Miles' with a note attached to it

"Took me forever to find one that you'd like, but I feel that this one is perfect for you. Wear that shit. I'm serious, Miles. I cant sleep at night knowing that you sleep like that. Hair protection is no joke. - HB"

And Miles takes Hobie's present out of the box, and there's a satin bonnet with sunflowers on it. Miles puts it on and it feels... really comfortable and is amazed when he starts waking up and his hair is less frizzy and that there's way less breakage and that he wakes up with less knots and tangles and doesn't have to spend all morning detangling his hair.

And the next time Hobie comes over, he's so proud to see Miles wearing his bonnet, even in his downtime.

[lovenaiu]

DC version of AO3 is called Tales of Our Own??

WHY DC MAKING ALTERNATIVE VERSION OF AO3

(Far Sector: Green Lantern)

[selleisart]

Daily reminder that CATNAP, who strung up toys after he bisected them ALIVE, even thought Miss Delight, the fucking SCHOOL TEACHER, was too much

And RIGHTFULLY SO

I’d take the starving cat over this bitch ANYDAY

[somerandomdudelmao]

a question for you, Cass, should you feel up to answering. How do you just... Stop at the sketch level before posting your comics?

don't get me wrong, love the look it has, and love the whole damn thing... but I cant seem to post everything until its cleanly lined, coloured, shaded, and properly backgrounded.

So like... HOW? Do you have any secrets or tips on getting past an irrational need of perfectionism?

Uh, I don't think my way is worth repeating to anyone. Basically, I used to be a total perfectionist. Line, coloring, shading, I forced myself to do everything perfectly. And got really mad at myself if I got something crooked or unfinished.

Spoiler - it was crooked and unfinished a lot. Perfection is a bad bar that is kiiiiinda hard to reach haha

I had to go through a huge burnout to realize that art should please specifically me, not the stereotypes I had set in my brain about "quality" art.

Here. One of my old fanarts. Just as an example.

[neorazorhands]

i have been persuaded to draw trains

[myfandomprompts]

Tom Bennett + that look

[euxellis]

i love when batman is drawn like a freak

[imsosocold]

TOH took the statement “ curb stomp fascists to death” literally.

[ikol-art]

Series writers stop taking meaningful things from the comics without giving your characters the same thoughtful storylines

[iliveforaussiegrit]

why are you like this? 😭

[second-hand-heaven]

what am I, an author, supposed to do while ao3 is down? write??????

[thereissomehope]

moonlit

heimdall x reader

........

Night had fallen long ago, and your room is quiet and calm, and so, so dark. You can barely see anything; what little moonlight enters through the windows leaves your view confined to the comfort of the bed. There's very little you can see, but what you can—

He had gone still some time ago, no more movement besides the calm expanding of his chest as slepts, and you watch in quiet awe his moonlit figure.

He has so many freckles.

His back is littered with them, countless spots scattered on his skin like stars in the night sky, and you trace constellations on his shoulder blades with your gaze. There are some birthmarks here and there, and you long to caress the skin, to press your lips against his marks.

You curl into yourself a little, grasping as much warmth as you can. Even with the All-Father’s magic keeping everything warm, you could swear some cold creeps in under the covers, sneaking from outside the walls.

Night chills have their way in, even in Asgard

Even though you feel some chills, the room is warm and cozy, and comfortable enough for him to discard his shirt before coming to bed. His breaths had evened out long ago, and he rests on his side, back facing you, as he always does.

Some would take offense at the position, believing it meant he ignored you, even as he slept. You want to think differently, want to believe it’s because he doesn’t see you as a threat—

Trusted you, even.

“Did you know that you think absurdly loud?” His voice is sudden, abrupt, and you jolt in surprise.  His voice is husky with sleep, and he sounds annoyed because you woke him up— and yet, he does not turn around.

It may be because of the darkness, but you could swear the tips of his ears are flushed.

You cannot help the quirk of your mouth as you curl an arm around his waist. He is cozier than the knitted duvets, warmer than any fireplace, and you leech off his warmth. You snuggle into his back, rubbing your cold nose against his skin and wrapping your cold legs around his own.

He jolts at the contact, curses flowing free from his mouth.

“Norns, woman, did you just crawl out of Hel?” He exclaims, glowering at you over his shoulder, looking seconds away from pushing you away. You do nothing but stare back, wrapping tighter around him, and he sights, muttering under his breath how he does not know what he did to deserve this, how he should push you and your frozen limbs out of the bed at once.

He does not move away, though.  Instead, he grabs the duvet and pulls it a little higher, closer around the both of you.

When you press your cold lips to his freckled back, he doesn’t object.

[ganondoodle]

i didnt even know the game awards are happening (soon?) and i dont care who wins what as long as totk loses tbh

[fistfuloflightning]

I’ve been warned that my 7yo niece is going to interrogate me about LotR and the Silmarillion when I see her on Christmas