#i have too much free time

[sunsburns]

tweets with pjo characters (ii.)

content summary: implied luke x reader once again... swearing! percabeth once again! <3 reader goes by she/her prns, reader and clarisse are lowkey a thing on the side LMFAO

part one

[buckyalpine]

Another one. I keep making these little purses but what can I even put in there. Bout time I got back to a wip.

[backfromtwitterforw]

So..... What if...... No but listen to me : q!forever and q!bbh having THE talk. Like

One of the two: "I have something really important to tell you and I don't really know how to say it. It's been going on for a while now, and to be honest i don't know what to do about it. I know it will be a lot to take, so I don't expect an immediate reaction. I'm sorry to put that on you, I sure you already have a lot going on but I need to tell you because... it wouldn't be fair to keep that from you..."

The other: "Funny, now that you say it, I, too, have a very important thing I have to tell you, and, well, I've been avoiding it for to long, I think you have the right to know."

"Want to say it alltogether at the count of three ?"

"Let's do that it might make it easier"

Alltogether : "one, two, three"

One : "I'm dying"

The other : "I love you"

And both going "well, actually, me too"

I could see something like that happening

[idkwhatthistbh]

Wednesday and Enid would be mutually obsessed but in different ways.

Enid shows it in ways that are normally explicit and physical or tangible in some way (1. because that’s just how she is and 2. cause otherwise she’s afraid Wednesday won’t understand)

Always trying to be as close as she can to Wednesday at all times (ofc while respecting her boundaries)

Leaves her sticky notes (bright pink ones) in the most random places with little complements just cause

Would make gum wrapper hearts and writes things in them (Wednesday has kept all of them along with the sticky notes)

Texts Wednesday her every thought through the day just random things (“if a siren eats sushi is it cannibalism?”) because if they can’t be together she needs to have some sort of contact to feel grounded

Noticing when Wednesday doesn’t wanna socialize anymore and making a quick excuse so they can leave as soon as possible

Wednesdays are more a little more subtle but just as thoughtful

Finishing tasks for her because she got distracted half way through

Brings her the most random things simply cause she things Enid would like it (like a raven)

Stabbing Lovingly poking Enid in her side and reminding her to eat at lunch since she talks so much she forgets to

Writing little poems from time to time (they are really gory but cute in a Wednesday way (Enid adores them even if she’s almost fainted a few times))

Is the queen of covering corners so Enid doesn’t hit her head

Flowers!!! Sometimes their only the stems of roses, sometimes their the prettiest colored hydrangeas, sometimes their weeds she found in the woods. she’s just always giving Enid flowers to the point of Enid has always had at least one vase of flowers at all times since they started dating (When the flowers start dying Enid always drys them out and has them all in a box and refuses to get rid of them)

[spellbooking]

insp. by @astrariums sussur posts

[something-universe]

Here’s a Neon Genesis Evangelion x Breaking Bad crossover poster I made for a zine.

I tried to explain my half-baked justifications for why each character is who they are in the piece.

[ghostofcarcosa]

Prompt: When ectoplasm is used to power one of the Fenton’s devices, it can borrow ghost zone physics.

“Wow, so how’s this one supposed to work?” Bruce Wayne picked up the small silver device, examining it. It was about the size of a hockey puck, with a handle welded to the top that looked like it had originally belonged to a dresser. The handle was wrapped in simple black electrical tape with a small button on the side.

“Oh! That table of stuff is not for sale,” the red-head walked briskly over, wringing her hands, “those are just some of my brother’s projects, they’re not related to ghost hunting.”

The convention had, up until that point, been boring. Tim had disappeared about an hour ago, meeting up with a couple of friends who were also attending the Scientific, Paranormal, & Occult, Occupational Convention, or “SPOOC.” An attempt at a play on words, Bruce supposed.

Barbara had alerted him that an up-and-coming company, Axiom Laboratories, had announced some pretty cutting edge tech that could be dangerous if it fell into the wrong hands. Bruce had attended the demo this morning, only to leave unimpressed. Only one of their four inventions had actually worked, and even then barely did what was advertised.

Aside from waiting for Tim to be done hanging out with his friends, Bruce had surprisingly found several start-ups that were developing some promising technology, as far as ghost-hunting equipment could be considered “promising.” The latest booth he was exploring had been pointed out to him as having “some kind of crazy idea they’ve perfected renewable energy,” which while Bruce was wary of most of the people peddling wares here, peaked his interest. So far, however, it had been a disappointment.

The girl held out her hand for the device and Bruce gave it back. “Do you know what it does?”

The girl gave him a guarded look, and he held up his hands and grinned. “Just curious!”

She glanced around the booth, the only other occupants were a couple dressed like they were late for a shift at the nuclear power plant, gas masks and all. The husband, an absolute mountain of a man, seemed to be knitting while his wife flipped through a paranormal magazine. She turned back to Bruce, sticking out her hand.

“Jazz Fenton; my parents own Fentonworks.”

“Nice to meet you Jazz. I’m Bruce Wayne.”

Her eyes widened, and she blinked owlishly at him. “Oh! Like, Bruce Wayne, Bruce Wayne?”

He went for a disarming grin. “The one and only, hopefully?”

She let out a laugh that was probably more nervous than it was meant to be, and glanced over at the couple again. “Just to warn you, if my parents spot you, you’ll be stuck her for the rest of the day while my dad rants about ghosts.”

“Noted. So if that’s not a ghost hunting device, what is it?”

Jazz fidgeted with the silver hockey puck, plucking at the edge with her fingernail. A hatch popped open, revealing a small switch. She flicked it and popped the hatch closed.

“It’s a prototype gravity binder. Uses gravitational force to stick itself to the ground. I think.” She held it out over the floor in front of Bruce, and he took a step back. Jazz carefully checked the ground below before hitting the button and dropping it.

It hit the ground at Bruce’s feet and he looked at her, unimpressed. Jazz grinned. “Pick it up.”

Bruce quirked an eyebrow, but bent down to the small device. An audible humming was coming from it, and it almost felt like it was vibrating slightly as Bruce gripped the handle.

“Be careful not to push the button again. That turns it off,” Jazz said.

Bruce reached down and grabbed the black handle.

It didn’t budge.

Bruce frowned, gripping it with both hands and pulling. It was as if the small device had been bonded to the floor. He looked back up at Jazz, who had a wry grin on her face. 

“Now, hit the button.” 

Bruce did so, and the humming immediately stopped, the device powering down. He hesitantly picked it up from the floor, unable to stop the surprise that bloomed across his face as it now only weighed a few ounces, like before. The floor where it had fallen was undamaged and unmarked.

Bruce handed the device back to Jazz, “Alright, color me impressed. How does it work? I’m pretty sure this thing breaks several laws of physics.” 

Jazz simply shrugged, placing it back on the side table with several other devices that Bruce couldn’t begin to guess the purpose of. “My brother is more into the engineering and sciencey part of the family business. You’ll have to ask him once he gets back. That is, if he didn’t ditch me to explore the city.” The last part was grumbled under her breath.

Bruce looked back at the device. Had Bruce seen some crazy stuff in his time in the Justice League? Absolutely. He had three different friends who used magic on a daily basis. But no other League independent company had anything close to this kind of tech, let alone a family business that specialized in ghost hunting, of all things.

“I think I’d like to meet your brother. I’m going to be honest, this is unbelievably impressive. Has he ever thought about applying for the engineering and development internship at Wayne Enterprises?”

A contemplative look passed over Jazz’s face. “Honestly, Mr. Wayne? My brother Danny is smart, and a talented inventor. But I’m not sure that kind of thing would be his style. I’ve been pushing him to start thinking about college now that he’s graduating soon, but he seems pretty convinced he’s going to be stuck in Amity Park working for my parents for the rest of his life. Not that he doesn’t care about the family business, but...” She trailed off, glancing back over at her parents. Some poor soul had wandered a little too close to the front of the booth, and Bruce could hear the couple yapping non-stop about ghosts. “He does need to spend some time away from it.”

“What are you proposing?”

Jazz drummed her fingers against the table. “I’m in my second year at Gotham U. Danny’s going to be eighteen next year, but refuses to apply to any colleges because of his grades. He... well, let’s just say there were some extenuating circumstances that caused it.” She shook her head, “He’ll probably end up at community college living at home, at least if I can convince him to stay in school. He won’t be able to get into GU with his grades, but if you’re really interested in his work...”

“You think I could get him an acceptance letter?”

“God no!” she blanched, “But I could probably get him to apply with a letter of recommendation from the owner of Wayne Enterprises. He’s smart, and a quick learner for sure, but after... the stuff in high school, he’s convinced himself his life is already over.”

“Hmm,” He’d have to do a little research on the brother, make sure her ‘extenuating circumstances’ checked out, but Bruce started to wonder if this was his lucky day. “I’ll tell you what. I’ll be back at the convention tomorrow, and I’ll drop by the booth around 10am. If your brother can give me a better demo than any other scientist here, I’ll write the letter.” He smiled, handing her one of his business cards, “and I promise that will be a low bar to pass.”

“Thank you, thank you so much Mr. Wayne!” Jazz grinned, taking the card and shaking his hand. “Danny will be here.”

...

“Hey Bruce!” Tim finally caught up with him outside the convention center. “So, what did you think of ‘SPOOC’? Bust any ghosts?”

Bruce smiled at him, shaking his head, “No, but I think I just found an intern for Lucius Fox.”

[kennico]

a lister dedicated post… it was very well needed

[thefairyfellermasterstroke]

I had to make this

[tabbyrat]

Sorry for censoring lol

[spellofroses]

[sookiesookie]

sooooo nobody asked but this is what Tish would look like as a customer in a Papa Louie (Papas Pizzeria, Burgeria, etc.) game😭😭😭

[retrovrt]

they put the rogues into the show guys i swearest dont look it up just believe me !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[trying-my-darndest]

He's broken every human law

[borpgorp]

the third and final entry in the Tally Hall Trilogy

(fun fact: my favorite scene is when Steve and Ross set their differences aside and become brothers and take down the enemy together)