#i've been so busy im SO sorry

[stariiberry]

aqua time!!!!!!

[kuradex]

day 260 Swampert

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[fishfission-dc]

Batfamily Powerpoint Night! (Part 8: Duke)

<<Part 7: Damian    |    Part 9: Barbara >>

[Masterlist]

Duke: My turn!

Bruce: Finally I can count on something normal.

Bruce: [migraine noises]

Dick: I feel like this information and Damian is a bad combination.

Damian: Grayson, I am offended you assume I need lessons from Duke on how to lead troops

Tim: You should bring the beard back Bruce.

Steph: Yeah your amnesia era was kind of a slay

Barbara: My dad’s Batman era was not a slay

Jason: Well maybe slay in a different sense-

Duke: That’s all behind us we’re moving on!

Bruce: I don’t think-

Jason: Bruce sit down and don’t pretend like this isn’t exactly what you did to form your child gang

Bruce: I don’t-

Steph: Look into our eyes, Bruce, and tell us, your crimefighting children, that you did not start a child gang

Bruce: Hn.

Tim: That’s what I thought.

Steph, Barbara, Cass: [hysterical laughter]

[talking over each other]

Dick: That is not what I looked like!

Jason: I looked so much cooler as Robin than that!

Tim: I looked cooler because I had pants, I can’t speak for you two.

Damian: My costume has been improved vastly since that iteration.

Steph: Alright, traffic cones.

Duke: Okay really not the point

Barbara: Seems like this step should’ve come before the outfits?

Duke: It was my first time starting a gang let me live

Jason: Shouldn’t “training” have been part of-

Duke: This is not open for criticism thank you

Steph: Yeah only Bruce can critique Duke’s child-gang leader skills as a fellow child-gang leader

Bruce: [noises of general regret]

Bruce: Why does something absurd always happen with you guys when I’m gone

Tim: Maybe because nobody in this house knows how to cope with loss or something I don’t know

Dick: Also it gets so much worse Bruce

Dick: I mean that wasn’t exactly your fault

Jason: Cop Batman didn’t seem to agree

Barbara: [sighs]

[talking over each other]

Jason: Woah woah woah

Tim: Hired??? You did not hire-

Damian: I did not say that?

Jason: Also I don’t remember being asked nicely I remember saving your a-

Dick: ‘Specialist’ sounds pretty cool and professional thank you Duke :)

Steph: Is that Damian in a Court of O-

Damian: The situation was resolved I am fine now

Tim: “Beat up some bird guys”

Jason: I mean besides the imprisonment and attack on a school and Dick leaving us in the dust for a hot second there that’s basically what happened

Dick: I did not-

Bruce: Excuse me?

Duke: Don’t worry about it :)

Tim: That’s n-

Cass: [signing] The Court of Owls is still-

Damian: That is libel

Steph: What a cute picture

Jason: Weren’t there casualti-

Duke: I have no idea what you’re talking about everything was fine in the end and everything is good!

Bruce: I am... so worried about all of you

Barbara: Well anyway let’s keep that streak going, it’s my turn. >:)

<<Part 7: Damian    |    Part 9: Barbara >>

[Masterlist]

[tatakaeeren]

*Mind empty* I can only think of this 💖

[haxxydraws]

🩸🩸🩸

[serendippertyy]

A raripie for the soul please <3

gf inspired cupcakes 😋💙

[bloodydeanwinchester]

random shots of dean’s tongue - 13/ ∞

13x08 || the scorpion and the frog

[mwagneto]

gomens fandom having a normal one (take under the cut)

[lskamil27]

January / December Progress Wrap-up on [ Patreon] !!

[prtector]

it's   been   some   time   !   so   hello   !!   i   come   with   art   to   share   ,   as   apologies   for   my   inactivity   &   overall   my   busy   self   for   the   last   several   days   !

[dreadfutures]

amenities my area has:

a free shuttle across the city in many directions to many businesses and transit centers and it operates every ten minutes

free hiv and sti testing advertisements

programs to connect people with noloxone (narcan) and be prepared to use it

needle exchanges

an artist live/work space

TWO big art compounds with workshops, hang out spaces, galleries, and equipment and supplies and maker spaces accessible to the public. like you can learn all sorts of art stuff like printmaking sculpture etc but you can learn metallurgy and glassblowing and other stuff too!!

movies in the park

summer concerts in the park

most places are dog friendly

land acknowledgements and ways to support and respect local tribes

community gardens and encouraging roof space utilization and drainage projects

pollinator gardens at roadsides

native plants in medians

bike lanes everywhere with physical dividers from the road (with plants, a lot)

murals by local artists EVERYWHERE

[mooodyblue]

so sorry for disappearing :( i miss yall lots. i open tumblr every day and think ill finally reply to people and reply to asks but then i just don't do it. i feel bad that i always have to come here and apologize (even though i know i shouldn't have to or feel the need to) and i always feel like im being down 24/7 /:

truthfully i stepped away because my depression has been at it's worst and everything is beginning to feel like a chore and i don't want to bring that energy here at all :(

i miss you guys and i'm going to try and get my shit together soon and reply to everyone. hope everyone is well ❤️

[bewilderedbuck]

do i have to say anything else!!!

[m4ruk4ts]

i'm quite late but i still wanted to post this so: here's argentina (angie) and maría remedios del valle (the capitana/mother of the homeland).

i wanted to make these drawings as a sort-of tribute for the 8th of november (aka. the afro-argentines and afro-culture's day, which is in conmemoration to her) because, despite being one of the most forgotten figures in our history, maría remedios was important, more than people realize. and since this is about my hetalia oc (oops-) here's how i vision her influence on argentina, not only as a country but as a woman:

angie saw her as a role figure, almost like a mother in a way, she was the closest thing she would get as a maternal figure. during her independence, angie kept maría remedios close, as they helped eachother and made their way through the war, she tought her how to fight, heal the wounded soldiers and many things.

however, after it was over, they took different paths, angie had other wars to fight and she didn't know anything else about maría remedios until it was too late. it didn't help that all this happened when angie was still very young, as she was growing up, she began to forget. it was only in recent years that maria remedios was beggining to be recognized for who she was, after being forgotten for centuries. argentina forgot about her, just like we argentines did, her people.

i am very aware of what happened to maría remedios and her story, how argentines forgot her and discredited her achievements and efforts (such ignorance being rooted in racism and misoginy). she is just as important as san martín, manuel belgrano and many argentine figures, we must not leave her in oblivion again.

[mister-eames]

Love the idea of a and E somehow getting roped into Cat-sitting at the same time but definitely let’s make this pre-relationship and it’s definitely when they won’t even admit that they’re friends and instead insist they barely tolerate One another. However the day eames catches Arthur slow blinking at the cat is the day he decides he must marry this man.

They'd managed to avoid bloodshed, so far.

Well, that's not entirely true. On the first day Eames did get in the way of an errant string toy and the jarringly sharp claws of Brumehilda the Bengal, but it was an accident. He's learned since then.

But between Eames and Arthur, things have been, dare he say, civil. Friendly, almost. Arthur even laughed at Eames, once. It may have been when Brume scratched his hand but Eames would like to think that's a step up from Arthur looking at him and sighing, or outright ignoring him, per his usual disposition.

They've shared living spaces before, on jobs. Sure they were out of each others hair then more often than not. But this time was different.

While there was no lost love, this time Eames got to see Arthur in his down time. Arthur in his down time wore plaid pyjamas with horrendously scuffed hems and worn fabric at the derriere. Arthur in his down time wore sweatpants and crew socks during the day and smoked in the mornings, half-asleep as he leaned against the open windowsill, eyes drooping closed before snapping back awake, a once fresh cigarette now sagging from the weight of unflicked ash, burned unobserved in his drowsiness.

Arthur in his down time, could be a downright slob.

Suffice to say this cat-sitting favour rubbed some of the gleam off of Arthur's shine. No longer was he the pristine point man he purported to be. Eames knew better now. Arthur burned toast and ate it over the sink. Arthur sometimes belched. He was painfully, charmingly, human.

And all of these moments of Arthur being just a man, Eames could deal with. After all, Arthur got his own, too. Over the course of the last few days Eames had noticed changes in Arthur around him. No longer was he subject to withering glares and cold indifference. The wide berth Arthur had always given him had narrowed down, his gargantuan personal bubble had been punctured. They said goodnight to each other when one was going to bed. They watched TV together on the couch. Sometimes Eames even would say 'oh I like this show', and Arthur would reply 'me too' and then they'd sit and watch re-runs of Bewitched for hours and eat toasties and chip butty's.

Then came Arthur with the cats.

Prior this job, Eames had always envisioned Arthur to be like one of them. You know, feline-like. Snooty. Territorial. Picky. Prone to assholery.

But Arthur, it turns out-- Arthur was a goddamn pushover. More than once Eames caught him sneaking treats to Remy the Ragdoll or indulge in belly-rubs, baby talk included, with Sven the Sphynx.

Brume had been the hardest to woo, for both of them. She was immune to any sort of bribery or physical affection, remaining deeply distrustful and would hiss and howl and hide whenever she caught sight of either of them.

Which leads Eames now, to this very moment.

Arthur, sat on the couch in his plaid pyjamas, a glass of red wine held in one hand as he holds himself very, very still.

Eames would think nothing of it, coming back from a trip to the bathroom, noticing Arthur still as a statue in the technicolour glow of the television light, were it not for the fact that Arthur was not looking at the screen at all.

"Alright, Arthur?"

"Shh."

When Eames rounds the couch he notices two things: one, One, Brumehilda sitting directly at Arthur's feet, staring at him, her tail whipping back and forth rapidly like a windshield wiper. Two, Arthur is blinking at her, slowly.

"What are you doing?" Eames whispers, resuming his seat on the couch.

Arthur holds up a finger towards him and continues to blink down at the cat.

Brumehilda continues to stare back at him, judgementally it would seem, by wide yawn she gives. But she hasn't scurried into hiding under the couch yet, which is something.

"Arthur."

"It's how cats show affection," Arthur whispers back, still in their stand-off. "I'm gaining her trust."

"You look like you're having a stroke," Eames says, grinning when Arthur wordlessly trades which finger he's holding up at Eames.

He watches them. Arthur blinking slowly trying to convey affection and fondness to cat, like it matters to him. Eames has seen Arthur shoot projections in the head and break the wrist of a handsy-extractor and break down dream architecture with the quirk of his brow and now with crumbs on his shirt in the morning but he's never seen Arthur quite like this.

After a moment, Brumehilda blinks back.

Arthur breaks out into a dimpled-grin, taking a victorious sip of his wine, looking pleased as punch at his own actions. The cat leans forward to accept touch but Eames barely notices, too busy trying to battle with the parts of his chest that are taking giant leaps in an attempt to escape his body. Towards Arthur.

Distracted, Eames picks up his beer from the coffee table and sips it, watching the nightly news roll in on the ancient TV. He looks back again and presses a thumb down to his sternum, hard.

---

Brumehilda allows Arthur to give her head scratches and the occasional butt-pat after that. Two days later their duties are up.

---

Eight months later.

---

They're three days into this job. It's the first since his cat-sitting escapade with Arthur and while they are not as frosty as they once were, Eames might even say they now engage in regular, harmless banter, Arthur has been sending him weird looks lately.

"Have you got something in your eye?" Arthur asks one day when Eames is giving details to the team on his proposed forge.

"Pardon?"

"Do you need glasses?"

Eames pauses. He glances around the room for a possible explanation The chemist and extractor keep their eyes trained dutifully down to their notes, refusing to meet his gaze.

"Do I what?"

"I don't mean -- you're squinting a lot."

Squinting? Is this man for real?

"Right. Is there anything else you'd like to nitpick about my face, Arthur? Or may I continue with the brief?"

"I'm just saying. Go to an optometrist for fucks' sake."

Optometrist, Eames thinks derisively, getting back to his presentation. It's just allergies, that's all. Just something in his system.