#hold on a minute...

[imaginarydaughterz]

i get so mad when women try to speak on all women's behalf like "men think women want FIT DUDES who act MASCULINE and TOUGH. but we really like DAD BODS and childish SILLINESS" like hold on....

[arkangelo-7]

Bruce, fighting Ra’s al Guhl: I will never let you take my son! Damian is—

Ra’s: Fool! I’m not here for Damian.

Bruce: …

Bruce: …then why are you here?

Ra’s: To recruit my one true successor—Timothy Drake!

Bruce: the fuck

[nipuni]

Overflight 🌃

A speedpaint video of this will be available at my Patreon soon!

[ninja-knox-ur-sox-off]

Okay 3 things

1. I was thinking about an aroace Sonic who says things that can be taken as wildly flirty/romantic but he just means them genuinely. “You have beautiful eyes, I keep getting distracted while looking at them,” not cause he’s interested romantically in them but because eyes can be really cool and pretty man I dunno what to tell you he likes looking at cool things and he thinks his friends are neat. “You’re the most beautiful person here,” because he really thinks that, he loves his friends

2. Sonic randomly dropping heartfelt genuine comments on his friends out of the blue completely blindsiding them and then moves on like nothing happened while they’re left going ?????? Bonus points if he does something immensely stupid or jerkish just before or immediately afterwards and they can’t tell if he was serious or not with the compliment (yes he was)

3. Sonic usually being so allergic to truly vulnerable moments that when he expresses something heartfelt randomly Tails thinks he’s been stabbed or something and does not believe him when he reassures him that he’s fine he’s fine he’s not dying yeesh

[avenoirn]

to hold you is my only wish

[bamsara]

Guys PLEASE look at what my mother made for my birthday today. I love it so much

[melioristicbeast]

they're on a boat

wanted to capture the serenity of being out on the water on a warm afternoon

(they're listening to derek's playlist for once, rec under the cut)

[find this and my other sterek art on Redbubble!]

Had this on repeat while drawing it, thought the melancholic vibes fit ♥

[elminster-big-naturals]

when its 4am and the whole squad is zooted out their gourds trying to read the overhead menu in mcdonalds

[hansoeii]

It's about who.

[team--charlotte]

at any given moment

[im-tired-101]

something something seawatt making himself forever remembered in parkour civilization through false memories to make sure he doesn't end up forgetten like his home level something something seawatt and chain imagery

[bisexualcroissant]

andrew helping neil shower was so tender i’m crying into my fucking fist. andrew wrapping up neil’s wounds so they wouldn’t hurt in the water. andrew helping him take his clothes off to shower because it caused neil too much pain to pull them all the way off. andrew washing neil’s hair. andrew helping him stand up when he was struggling to balance. and then neil crossing his arms behind andrew’s head to keep him closer, tilting andrew’s face up to kiss him. i’m so fucking soft for them oh my god

[blue-saaaaargent]

irving real as fuck for being like the guy i like is married i have no choice but to kill myself

[footlongdingledong]

[alchemistc]

8x15 coda

"I should - maybe I should go," Tommy says, because Eddie has been a silent presence at Evan's side since he pulled up in his Uber and Tommy feels ... superfluous. They've been leaning against various kitchen counters for the better part of an hour now - Evan the only one to break the silence with choked laughter and a "Remember when -?" or "This was before you, Eddie - after you, Tommy, but -."

They've dwindled off into silence now, though. The ache in Tommy's chest is growing, has been since the moment Bobby Nash sealed that door shut behind him before Evan could do anything to stop him. He'd felt a little helpless, in that moment - had seen it with just enough time before Evan to reach for a comm that wasn't there, to try to warn Evan, or ask Bobby what the hell he was doing. Not that it would have mattered, either way.

That's the worst of it. That for Bobby, it had been inevitable. That while Tommy was flipping off the Chief Pilot and stealing another bird, while he and Evan took the military on a wild goose chase, while Athena suited up to save Chimney... Bobby was already dead. How long had he known? Evan's tried to explain it but not enough for Tommy to put it all together.

"No." Tommy's attention snaps to Evan. To the firm set of his jaw and the fire in his eyes. Tommy can feel Eddie's gaze darting between them, but he'd be hard pressed to actually see it, considering Evan's expression has him caught up like a tractor beam. "Crazy concept, here, Tommy, but - but how about you just stay, this time?"

Tommy flinches.

Evan deflates.

Eddie scrambles out of the kitchen, and Tommy can vaguely hear keys rattling in the next room, the door opening. Shutting.

"That's not what I meant."

Tommy bites his lip. Squares his shoulders, and actually physically shakes out his arms so he doesn't fold them over his chest, even though it feels like leaving a target over his heart. "Yes, it is what you meant."

Evan swallows. When he rolls his jaw his nose flares, eyes going watery.

"I want you to stay."

Yeah, that one hits it's mark. Fucking bullseye.

"Evan, I don't - you're going through a hell of a time, right now, and it would -." He clears his throat. Forces himself to hold Evan's gaze. "Grief and loss are a horrible reason to -."

"Oh that's bullshit, Tommy."

He has a particular tone to his voice when he's actually calling someone out in a non-flirty way. Tommy hates it. Feels like he's under a fucking microscope. For all he'd done to hide away the soft underbelly, Evan's had a hand on it for months, now.

Evan takes a single, measured step closer.

Tommy tries to imagine there's super glue on the bottom of his shoes.

"Bobby's dead, and we're just - we're just gonna sit on this until I'm done grieving? That's never gonna happen, Tommy! I will sit in this for the rest of my life. I will feel him like a missing organ. But Bobby - Bobby would want me to live, okay? So this is me, living. Asking you to - to tell me if you wanna try that with me."

He has lungs, he's pretty sure. A working diaphragm. The innate sense to suck in air and blow out CO².

"He liked you, you know?" Evan continues, like he hasn't just hit Tommy with the force of a tank gun. "I never said, because I was stupid, and - and afraid that what I was feeling was gonna be too much for you. He told me you were good people. That you were good for me." Evan swipes angrily at his waterline. "We never even - but he - he knew, okay? He knew that you made me feel - and he knew that we were -."

Tommy hasn't had the heart to tell him that he'd stood in that silent tent and watched Bobby say goodbye. Hasn't had the heart to admit that he couldn't tear his eyes away long enough to turn off that monitor while Bobby made his peace. He doesn't feel like he deserves to know any of it. Even if he'd broken half a dozen laws for them, he's not a part. Never really has been. Never let them pull him in.

"I can - I can do this without you, Tommy."

It sounds like it hurts to say. Hurts to hear it, so that tracks.

"I can hold it together, and I can try my damndest to keep the people Bobby loved above water. I can do that, Tommy, and I can do it alone." A single step closer. A bridge Tommy could step onto, as well, if he were inclined to. "I don't want to. I want - the people I care about with me. I want Maddie and Chim and Eddie and Hen at my back. And I want you right there next to me. Like you were when we met. Like you were that night, when I needed you and you didn't even question it. That's the life I want, Tommy. It's the life I promised Bobby I'd have. What do you want?"

And that's the $64,000 question, isn't it?

Tommy isn't actually sure he's ever had a panic attack, but whatever his body is doing right now is a little concerning. His tongue is dry and yet somehow heavy. His face is hot. His arms feel heavy, solid, an immovable weight against his sides. When he blows out a breath, it comes out in staccato rhythm.

"I want to be the reason you don't have to do this shit alone," he admits, and with that sentiment in mind he doesn't blink away the tears, doesn't shift away. Just holds Evan's gaze and tries to convince his brain it doesn't need to actively think about breathing. The effort it takes to unstick a single heel from the floor is astronomical, but he does that, too, and then the other one. "I do want to stay."

Evan blinks. When Tommy steps closer, his throat works through a painful looking swallow. "We have to talk about our shit," he says. "And you can't just go running off every time -."

"Evan," Tommy interrupts, and watches his eyes flare with annoyance. "That was a really good speech, and I really want to kiss you about it."

It forces a laugh out of him, choked and bleary-eyed. "I'm so snotty," he whines, as Tommy winds a hand around his wrist, tugs him closer. "Eddie might come back."

"That might actually be helpful, for me," Tommy reminds him, just to watch him scowl. "You think a little runny nose is gonna turn me off? You once jacked me off while reciting an article about snail mucus."

"You're the freak in that scenario, Tommy, you came so fast I didn't even get to finish."

"I want to hear a thousand more irrelevant facts while you've got your fingers in my ass, Evan."

"My speech was way less horny," Evan complains, before he leans in to capture Tommy's lip between his teeth.

[charmac]

Some Sunny/Abbott Crossover Promo designs, by Block & Tackle!