#okay ROLL CALL

[snooferatu]

been working on this for 746 years (3.5 hours) so here you go

((they’re watching Dirty Dancing))

[violent138]

Duke: "Bad news guys, he managed to give me the slip."

Tim: "How? Okay, who's got eyes on him?"

Damian: "He's just... gone."

Tim: "Hood?"

Jason, eating takeout: "Stop hacking my comms for this, I'm not even there!" *leaves the channel*

Steph: "Negative from me, I've been tailing some whole other guy."

Tim: "Nightwing?"

Dick, in a whole other city, on the computer, barely listening: "I already told Alfred I left the keys in the--"

Tim: "Thanks anyways. Orphan?"

Cass:

Tim: "Well shit. Everyone, we need to find him now."

Kate, spotting Bruce holding someone's black-haired baby at the Gala and immediately taking the baby from him: "No."

Kate, pressing a hand to her earpiece: "I got him just in time. Don't give me those puppy dog eyes Bruce, you can't even keep all your kids' names straight anymore."

Tim: "Phew, crisis averted everyone, good work. But remain vigilant."

Jason: "Tim, I swear to God--"

[daffi-990]

Tease Tidbit Tuesday 🏙️

Tagged by @diazsdimples & @tizniz. Make sure to check out what they shared today! (and maybe send James a virtual hug or a stupid punny joke? He’s been sick for 3 weeks and I’m sure he could use some cheering up 😘)

I have been wanting so desperately to write the past few days but a cold has my sinuses putting so much pressure on my head I feel like it’s going to explode, plus it’s school holidays and it’s been raining so I’ve got two very energetic kids with cabin fever running around causing mayhem 😅.

BUT! I did manage to write a little something for LA Lonely so yay (even though it may not be great, at least it’s words)

Pre snippet here

Buck is woken up by the shrill sound of a phone ringing. The bed jostles, Buck letting out an annoyed grumble as the warm body that is wrapped around him disappears. There is a kiss pressed to his naked shoulder, a whispered apology and then the rustling of the blankets as the person leaves the bed, answering the phone with a quiet hello.

Rolling over to check the time, Buck’s surprised to see that it’s almost 9. Usually his body clock wakes him up at 7am everyday, whether he stayed up late or not, so sleep-ins are a rare thing. He rolls onto his back, groaning as he stretches his arms up above his head. There’s a slight ache in his ass but it’s a reminder of the fantastic sex he had last night and honestly, Buck doesn’t mind the discomfort.

He hears footsteps on the stairs, the wood creaking slightly and then the most attractive man Buck has ever laid eyes on is standing at the foot of his bed wearing nothing but underwear and a soft apologetic smile that has Buck’s tummy swooping.

Eddie.

The man’s name is Eddie, Buck remembers. And remember he should because he was moaning it loud enough last night.

Eddie has a phone pressed between his ear and shoulder as he picks up his jeans and begins to awkwardly shimmy them up his legs. “I told you, I overslept. But I’m getting ready now and can be there in —” he looks down at his wrist and frowns, his eyes sweeping over the discarded clothes on the floor before zeroing in on Buck’s second nightstand where a clunky watch sits. Eddie grabs the watch, quickly checking the time before he begins strapping it on. “I can be there in 20 minutes, 15 if the traffic is good.”

Buck feels a pang in his chest and then instantly chastises himself. This was just another hookup, a one night stand —nothing more than that. He was foolish to think that what he felt last night with Eddie was anything real. It was just the hormones.

Eddie may have stayed, but that was probably because he was hoping to get lucky again this morning. Or like Buck, he slept in and didn’t get a chance to sneak out before Buck woke up.

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[luxsea]

ITS A GREAT DAY TO BE A KARLACH ROMANCER 😳 IM VERY HAPPY W THE NEW PATCH

[tabithatwo]

do you think shauna learned that cells turn over completely in seven years thing in high school biology and latched onto it and had an existential crisis meltdown of nuclear proportions when it was coming up on seven years since she’d consumed jackie because none of the cells in her body were born out of the energy she got from jackie’s flesh anymore?

[niarchery]

Love when actors understand their character😌 Tim Laughlin we love you you little whore

[thecrowsart]

👁️🦎🎯

(crops under cut)

[firefly-fez]

we all love the ‘rex calls ahsoka vod’ika, ahsoka calls rex ori’vod’ headcanon and yes, of course, but consider: ‘rex and ahsoka both insist on calling the other vod’ika’ due to a long-standing argument about which one of them is technically older

[frxxq]

jay ferin

[a-tired-human-draws-junk]

Some dumbass doodles I did while on call w some friends

[astranauticus]

//s4 qna spoilers

"VR-LA thinks he's in a much better place mentally compared to Maxim but there's a very real reason why he's not really interested in pursuing a relationship right now"

[girlghostface]

YEAR 9... COMPLETE!!!

i love him so very dearly he is everything to me FOREVER AND ALWAYS!!!!!

[activatebutterflyshield]

The Muses hit me with some random inspiration today so here’s a proper design sheet for He of the Lingering Smog and the Glittering Lights, aka Hollywood Angel, aka the God of Los Angeles, featuring the script Chahvinik by @thecrazyneographist.

He’s mostly based on the name of his city, the fashion sense of the famous bit of Humanity that calls him home (clothing is half gala dress, half black tie suit), all the ink those writers use up, paparazzi, Hollywood’s history of censorship, the smog that blankets his land, the manipulative nature of the industry, and the horses of the Spanish who took the land for the Angels.

[ssspringroll]

and he only took about 6 hours!

[ascendingtostardust]

Oh

[emmyrosee]

Sakusa Kiyoomi can’t fucking stand you.

He’d rather jam a fist in a blender than have to talk to you. He’d rather drown himself in the gym toilets before sit next to you at a restaurant. He’d rather let himself be thrown in front of a bus than have to spend one more practice with you on the sidelines.

He hates the way you laugh, the way you constantly ask him if he’s doing okay, the way you bring everyone stupid little pastries in the mornings after their warmups because you know they’ll need the calories to go, and they need to not be starving for practice if they missed breakfast.

He hates that you draw little smiles on them. He hates that he can imagine you, swinging your hips as stupid radio music plays- he knows you listen to everything, but Doja Cat? seriously? He hates that he can practically see the way your stupid little tongue pokes out in concentration.

Kiyoomi hates the way you dress. He physically has to look away when you wear those terrible sundresses, he rolls his eyes at the sight of you in shorts, the goofy baseball caps Miya Osamu gave you once upon a time to hide your bed head make him disgusted.

He snarls at your presence, feels dread when you come close to him, glares at you when you laugh about stupid jokes Meian snorts out when you’re not supposed to even be at practice.

But most of all? The most damning bit of hatred?

Sakusa Kiyoomi hates that you’re Miya Atsumu’s.

He hates that at sponsor events or gala’s, you’re left with your arm hooked in the crook of Atsumu’s elbow, smacking his chest and giggling that ridiculous hyena giggle when he whispers something dirty in your ear.

He hates the snapchats he gets every morning of you from the setter, baking pastries while Doja Cat plays in the background, your hips swaying with the music while you draw smiley faces on them.

He hates when you wear shorts, because he’s then forced to bear witness to the obscene bites Atsumu had scattered over your thighs. He hates you in sundresses because he knows, from Atsumu’s gloating in the locker room, that you don’t wear panties under them. He hates that stupid baseball cap from Osamu because he knows that your messy hair is goddamned adorable from the pictures Atsumu has of you on his chest.

He hates the stupid pitiful smile Hinata will send his way, because he hates the fact that Hinata found out about his stupid crush on you, and he hates the fact that he can do shit-all about it.

He hates the way you look at Miya, like he’d sewn the stars in the sky, could heal wounded puppies and cure the ill.

He hates that he will never have you look at him like that.

Sakusa Kiyoomi hates you so goddamned much it makes him cry. It makes him punch Atsumu’s locker where there’s a picture of you two hanging. It makes him drink too much and cry on Hinata’s shoulder. It makes him cruel, and he hates that he has to watch your bottom lip tremble when he’s made an offhand comment towards you that just so happens to strike too close to home, that he’ll inevitably get scolded for- or punched by Atsumu, depending on how cruel.

“What’d she ever do to you, man!” The blonde screams, the blood dribbling down his nose being sprayed out as he yells. He fights against Meian’s grip viciously, while kiyoomi can only bleed from the undoubted black eye he’s going to have. He hates the way all eyes are fixated on him, but it’s the least of his concerns- he needs to strike fear in your heart to make you hate him, too. “She’s been nothin’ but nice, and I swear to god if you talk to her like that again-“

“She needs to stay the hell away from me!” Kiyoomi hisses. “There’s no need for her to be here, she’s just a distraction!”

“You’re the only one who’s distracted, asshole!”

I know, Kiyoomi thinks. He knows, for the love of the gods, he knows he’s the only one distracted, because he’s the only asshole on the team to fall so heavily in love with the one soul he cannot have like the damned idiot he is.

He hates you. He hates you, he hates you, he hates that he loves you, he hates making you feel any less than like the princess you are, he hates the way Komori scolds him for not being open with his feelings. He hates that he’ll never be able to be honest with you. Not while you’re so in love with Atsumu.

In turn, Sakusa Kiyoomi can’t fucking stand you.

It’s the only way to stop fucking loving you.