#it's an excuse to hang out

[anidiothuman]

Apparently this is a concept art for dragons rising (according to the Ninjago wiki)

[smallerdelusions]

what if... they got to play as monsters...

[biggest-gaudiest-patronuses]

demanding a series in the same vein (heh, vein) as Dexter/Hannibal wherein a prolific serial killer plays cat & mouse with the police--except the serial killer in question is a preteen schoolgirl. this would make for compelling television due to the fact that middle school frequently causes girls to become deranged, and more media should reflect this

[trashpandacraft]

i couldn't figure out why the tension on the rigid heddle was so bad, nor why it seemed worse every time i pick it up.

i think i've cracked the case.

anyhow, my next big-loom project was going to be tea towels, but now i think it's going to be a cat hammock.

[0booboozefool0]

[mamawasatesttube]

superboy (2011) #3

do u ever think about how ridiculously cute this is. he just shows up!! kon calls and hes like. ding! here i am. hes perfect. the only thing about this i would change is that bart shouldve slammed directly into him with a huge dust cloud looney-tunes style (and when the dust cloud cleared they shouldve been hugging). you know. unstoppable force meets immovable object or whatever

[fanaticalthings]

You know how siblings will pay each other to get the other to do something for them?

I bet the batkids do that with each other all the time, except the offers they make are absolute ass, yet the other sibling always accepts regardless of what they get in return.

But if BRUCE offers them something (usually money) to do something for him they always berate him for being cheap like "Oh, so you're a BILLIONAIRE and won't even pay your own children a living wage for us to complete this one simple task? For SHAME!"

Tim: I'll give you my left over fruit roll up if you write my 2000 word English paper for me.

Jason: Deal.

[Bruce seeing this exchange]

Bruce: I'll give you 100 doll-

Jason: Don't be stingy.

[phantom-0-writer]

Nightwing's car guy

Dick was doing well to establish himself in Bludhaven. He had an apartment, it was shitty but it was his. He had a day job as police officer, half the people there were in the cartels Nightwing was trying to crack down on, and the other half were in the cartels Nightwing was still trying to trace. He had his suit, still bat-grade, blue instead of the red, yellow, and green Jason got to wear now.

He did't have a cave. Or maybe it should be a nest because the whole bird thing. Burrow? What was the thing owls lived in called? The point is he made due without it. He had his apartment, and he had his supplies stashed away. It wasn't as much as in the Cave, but he didn't have Cave-funding. He could make due.

He didn't have an Oracle in his ear. But that came with the added bonus of not having a Bat either. He could do his own research, find his own information. And it wasn't like he and Babs were totally cut off. It was just only a little weird, because she was technically his ex. Sure she would be in his corner, but she was still his ex. He needed to save some face. Especially since he knew that Bruce and Babs liked to... talk. He could make due.

The only thing Dick was maybe, sorta, just maybe having a little trouble was with his bike. Well it wasn't his bike, it was Nightwing's. Which was precisely the trouble. He'd found a place to stash it, but Dick had never been a car guy... or in this case a bike guy. He would chase his rouges, speeding through the streets, and sure the bike was made for the tight corners and quick turns and the high speeds, and sure it could take a hit or two. But what about three or four? Or five?

Point was Dick needed a car- a bike guy. One that was cheap (he was only a cop), and knew how to not ask questions and keep his mouth shut (again- Nightwing's bike). All that on top of knowing enough on how to fix his bike. (it wasn't exactly the type you could find in store).

But the solution seemed to find him. Which Dick was aware was not generally how it worked, but he would count his blessings. He had been out on patrol, the type that had involved his bike and high speeds. Unfortunately it did not involve the perp in handcuffs and on his way to jail. Dick had been on his tail, could've had him too, if the bike hadn't started sputtering. Dick had done as much as he could for it, but she really needed a pair of eyes that actually knew what they were looking at.

Mumbling curses to himself, Nightwing had been ready to head off to at least catch a dust trail of what operation he'd find himself in next. He could feel the eyes watching him. His hair stood in edge, and when Nightwing turned to look around he couldn't see anyone. Maybe he was being haunted. Trying to arrange his bearings, Nightwing turned back around to get on his bike. When there was suddenly a mop of choppy black hair couched down next to it.

Nightwing blinked at him. How had he managed to get there? "Uh, something you need, man?" Nightwing asked the boy, totally not freaked out.

The boy- teen, he was only a year or two younger than Dick- looked up, large blue eyes staring. As if it was odd for Nightwing to have addressed him. It took him a moment longer to realize that the bike was, in fact, Nightwing's. "You need to change your [important engine part]." He pointed lamely, standing up to his height of only a hair shorter than Dick.

"How do you know that?" Nightwing asked before he could think of the danger the unknown person might pose.

"That's why it was making that sound. It'll put too much pressure on the engine so it won't be able to go as fast it would be otherwise. Which, I take it, would cause you problems." he tipped his head in the direction the rouge had run off in.

Nightwing considered it for just a moment, not wanting the perfect opportunity to get away from him. "Do you know how to fix it?"

The guy looked almost offended, "Yeah."

"I'll pay you." Nightwing jumped at the opportunity, "If you fix it."

Any normal person would've said no to a guy dressed in bullet-proof spandex with a blue bird on his chest and a weird mask. "Sure." He shrugged easily, a glimmer of excitement in his eyes as he eyed the vehicle. After a moment, "Name's Danny, by the way. You'd probably need to know that." Danny eyes his suit, "Who are you, like, blue-jay?"

"Nightwing." He corrected easily, his name hadn't made the streets yet.

"The Robin reject?" Was Danny immediate response, eyebrow arched up in amusement.

"The what?"

Danny grimaced, the laugh never leaving his face, "Ooh, sorry. Touchy subject?"

"I am not a Robin reject." Dick couldn't tell this civilian that he was Robin. Had been.

Nightwing's bike ran better than it had since he had moved to Bludhaven after Danny had gotten his hands on it. And Danny's payment of ("i don't trust ur money, just buy me food") lunch had been a steal in return. Maybe next time they should go somewhere a little nicer.

Because the bike was doing so well, after Danny fixed it.

Not for any other reason.

[lungbotomy]

quickie of a back to the future au(?)

Rick does time travel instead and helps his grandkids with their history homework

[d-1hater]

real difference between monster high and ever after high is the headmasters

Headless Headmistress Bloodgood has done nothing wrong ever in her life and is the ghouls biggest supporter. source: every g1 movie and just in general monster high content

Grimm’s bitchass is out here gaslight gatekeep girlbossing (read: gaslight gatekeep threatening) a bunch of teenagers daily for funsies. source: all of eah, hard side eyeing chapter 1 of the netflix specials

[kirby-the-gorb]

[casualavocados]

#he doesn't want to fight with you ai di, he wants to Kiss🙄💘🥺

Nat Chen as CHEN YI KISEKI: DEAR TO ME (2023)

[mistergreatbones]

damian: jon and i are not going to hang out, we are simply allowing titus and krypto the oppertunity to have a playdate

bruce who said the same thing but with clark and ace: tell krypto i say hi

[echosong971]

Makeover

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this is ship art, please don't tag them as siblings <3

[demonslayedher]

Maybe Himejima's actual objective in proposing Hashira training was not that he thought the training itself would be effective, but he wanted a socially acceptable way to get Kamado Tanjirou hanging out around the rest of the Corp so he could spread the mark like butter.

[whatsfourteenupto]

Fourteen is taking ballroom dancing lessons