#sack jason

[aesthetictanuki]

I saw @dukesnukes ranking his favorite Jasons due to an ask and I gotta hop on that too (☆ω☆) (also follow his profile if you haven't, amazing art!)

I had to really think about this, because don't get me wrong, all Jasons are amazing in their own way! But if I'm choosing favorite ones:

5. That's more of a honorable mention, but I think it still should be highlighted- Vincente DiSanti and his stunt double Bryan Forrest as Jason in Never Hike Alone:

They did an amazing job with the overall movie, absolutely recommend it and their portrayal of Jason is just (´♡‿♡`) (fun fact: DiSanti walked around in silence with the mask on during shooting/off-screen to get used to being a silent character).

4. Jason from part VI:

The mask, the outfit, those gloves- it has always felt to me like Jason was being taken more seriously as a slasher to wear at least some sort of protecting clothing instead of just a jacket and all. Also it just looks cool, c'mon.

3. Freddy vs Jason:

Chef's kiss, beauty and grace, talented, beautiful, scrumptious; they said "we wanted to make it more detailed and realistic" - and they fucking meant it! (⁄ ⁄•⁄ω⁄•⁄ ⁄)

2. Remake Jason:

I know people have criticism about this movie- I do too; but you know they ate. They absolutely slayed with this one, they killed it more than Jason killed those campers. Big boy, unit, the most georgous hunk of a man- we all trully got fed in 2009.

And lastly: 1. Burlap sack Jason. Fucking all of them.

The OG one:

"The Cabin He Calls Home" one:

"His Name Was Jason" one:

The mentioned already remake one:

I love this design so, so much, my potato sack boi (´꒳`)♡ It feels so much more organic too- I can totally see him either finding it in the woods or stealing it from someone's house/store; it's very easy to make, and even easier to replace in case the previous one is destroyed or misplaced. I obviously love the iconic hockey mask- but this sack trully feels like something a man living alone in the woods would wear, logically.

It will always have a special place in my heart that jumps out pretty much every time I see people portraying him with it (((o(*°▽°*)o)))

[dukesnukes]

FOR GRANTED.

[ahfrickenfrick]

steph: i taught cass piglatin!

cass: ityay isyay eryvay unfay

steph: she actually hasn’t stopped in four days

jason: that’s kind of impressive

cass: ankthay ouyay , iyay allshay atchway overyay ouryay eshflay acksay ilewhay ouyay eepslay

jason: … i don’t like the tone you said that in, wtf did she say

steph: you probably don’t want to know

[bonebrokebuddy]

If you’ve stuck around dc x dp content for longer than three seconds, you’ve probably also seen the concept that Lazarus Pits are pits of contaminated ectoplasm.

The main explanation I’ve seen for this is that the Lazarus Pits were cut off from the ghost zone and it stagnates without a link to fresh ectoplasm.

But consider, ectoplasm is an inherently perfect sterile environment. There are no germs or bacteria as it’s an naturally dead substance.

The issue comes in when living beings absolutely covered in germs, sweat, and blood keep jumping in. In a lab setting if you want to not mess up samples that are highly sensitive to contamination, you can’t even move your bare arm over an open sample once or the few dead skin cells that fell off your arm in that instant will contaminate the whole thing and you have to restart.

Well, for the Lazarus Pits, it’s being actively further contaminated every time someone even leans over the Pits! It’s been septic ever since Ra’s al Ghul took his first bath and with each use it gets more and more contaminated to the point where it’s actively a septic environment.

No shit it makes people go mad when they take a dip, the ectoplasm is actively trying to fight back and decontaminate itself from living material but there’s too many living cells in the way to do so so they get fucked over in the process. Might be a fun explanation for ecto-acne! The ectoplasm is violently trying to expel itself from the cells by forcing it towards the surface of the skin!

The Lazarus Pits are the ecto-equivalent of a septic tank. An inherently sterile substance constantly having to come into contact with living cells. No shit the results of being dunked into it doesn’t go well for living beings. And the best part, every the Lazarus Pits gets used, the contamination gets worse.

[xx0yeet-everything0xx]

im sorry but jason and reyna are literally percy and annabeth but so much more hardcore

[doomh3ad]

ok but which slasher is winning the ultimate pathetic loserman award.

[oifaaa]

Oh boy you must love cal kestis then

You better believe I love cal kestis boy is literally the perfect game character to play he can not only jump but he can learn to double jump which is the perfect amount of jump for any game every game character should be able to jump like cal if it makes sense or not

[oceanstide]

absolutely amusing of the first two former Robins to have their own respective badass redhead powerful women who towers over them and are perfectly capable of throwing them around and carry them by the scruff like a kitten

[megaerakles]

I keep playing with a Batfam/the odyssey fusion where Bruce is Odysseus and instead of getting fucked over by the gods for ten years he takes like six months to get home and finds a new kid practically every time he stops his boat

[aesthetictanuki]

I had decided to rewatch Friday the 13th part II from 1981 a few days ago, taking some screenshots later on of my favorite scenes to draw, and I just-

😭😭😭😭 LEAVE MY BOY ALONE

[surrender-souls]

for a great horror design just put a sack with eyeholes on some guy i’ll eat it up every time

[jo-does-things]

I haven't watched Titans and I will Not be watching Titans but I am still laughing about the one clip I saw where Nightwing was fighting someone I assume was Red Hood (couldn't tell it was dark) in an alley and Dick went to flip Jason over his back but the shot cut away

and I just had this immediate image in my mind of Dick scooping Red Hood Jason into a Fireman carry and just walking away with him as Jason hangs there being too confused to fight back.

[umbramons2]

"Ki Ki Ki... Ma Ma Ma" - 2019

[gay-dorito-dust]

Just Jason being the human version of a house cat.

Someone on here said that Jason is just a massive lap cat and I can’t help but agree because just imagine it; an absolute beast of a man finding solace in resting specifically on your plush lap, his strong, warm arms caging your waist as his face is burrowed pleasantly into your stomach in content, groans in displeasure whenever he feels you move even the slightest of inches.

How dare you move when Jason was just getting comfortable, apologise now for your transgressions.

Jason’s warmth would be advantageous to you during the colder months but an absolute nightmare during the summer, more so if you’re the type to get warm really easily and it ends up irritating you. But this is neither here nor there.

‘Jaybirdie?’ You ran your hand through his hair, scratching his scalp now and then.

Jason groans, showing that he was listening.

‘I’ve got to get going soon or else they’ll call and ask why I’m late.’ You tell him as you felt his arms tighten and you smile. ‘And I can’t exactly say that my 6’2 boyfriend is sprawled across my lap like a stubborn house cat that is refusing me to leave. Now can I?’ You finished, moving your hand away from his hair and focusing on rubbing his upper back, wishing you could see his muscles beneath the black t-shirt. You could only being to imagine the way his beautiful muscles would contract and relax from your touch as though they were like the waves you’d see at the beach, webbing and flowing; it was borderline enticing.

‘Then don’t go then. Simple as.’ His muffled voice said against your stomach.

‘I can’t, I promise to help out at work because someone called in sick…again.’ You muttered out the last part. You didn’t know why your co-worker wasn’t sacked for having so much time off but you knew you weren’t the only one that didn’t like them, and from what you’ve been told by older co-workers, this wasn’t the first time they’ve done this and even then you were surprised that they still even had a job to come back to. So because of them, you and your fellow co-workers were being worked to the bone to cover their hours on top of your own.

‘Again?’ Jason asked, lifting his head up from your lap, having been kept up to date on the goings on in your workplace. ‘How haven’t they gotten pulled in for that shit?’

You shrugged your shoulders, genuinely as baffled as he was about the whole thing. ‘Honestly have got the slightest clue Jay, but It’s all the more reason for me to go.’

Jason groans as he reluctantly lets you go but now you were the one upset at the sudden loss of his warmth and that must’ve been apparent on your face as Jason smirked mischievously as he reassumed his position on your lap, his strong arms went back to holding your waist tightly and his face burrows back into your stomach as he sighs in content once more.

‘See, now you don’t wanna go now because your Jaybirdie won’t be there to keep you warm.’ He teased as you tugged at his hair, causing him to groan.

‘That’s not-‘

‘Oh don’t play the coy card with me sweetheart, we’ve already been through that stage in our relationship.’ Jason cuts you off. ‘because if you wanted to leave that badly you wouldn’t be rubbing my back or running your hand through my hair like you are right now.’ Jason then looks up at you with a raised brow as if challenging you in daring to say otherwise when you both knew the truth.

‘It’s just- we don’t typically get enough time together.’ You began. ‘Crime in Gotham has been on an increase as of late, which is taking much of your time, and work has been asking everyone to pitch in and help cover until our co-worker decided to comes back at their own accord.’ You paused to stroke Jason’s cheek, internally melting when you felt him press his face further into your hand, gingerly kissing your palm. ‘It just doesn’t give us enough time for moments like these, the moments we crave most.’

‘The moments where we’re just together.’ Jason finishes for you and you muttered a small ‘yeah.’

A silence befalls you both as you tried to engrain this moment into your memory because neither of you knew when the next time you got to peacefully exist in tandem, whether that be doing your own thing or doing something together, just as long as you were with each other for longer then a fleeting five minutes.

‘So do you still want to go to work?’ Jason asked. ‘Or do you want to be selfish for once?’

You gave it some thought and soon after began to reach for your phone and punch in the work number as Jason squeezed a thigh in his large hand. ‘Selfish it is.’ He murmured with a smile as he gotten himself comfortable before feeling you run your fingers through his hair once more.

[incorrectbatfam]

The Batfam as getting called to the principal office?

[in the hallway]

Bruce: Explain. Now.

Duke: Well, it all started when I kinda-sorta-not-accidentally started a food fight by using a hamburger as a hackey sack.

Damian: And he roped me into it by insulting my honor.

Steph: He just called you short. Get over it, pipsqueak.

Bruce: Why are you here?

Steph: Duke called for backup after Damian made a napkin sword, so I brought it.

Cass: I'm backup.

Tim: And the car you stole to get here was mine.

Bruce: Okay, what about you, Dick?

Dick: The school got your voicemail so they called me, but then I needed to use the bathroom and flooded it. It was an accident!

Bruce: And Jason?

Jason: Missing assignments.

The principal: Mr. Wayne?

Bruce: That's me.

The principal: These are all your children?

Bruce: Apparently.

The principal: I see. Please step into my office.

[later that afternoon]

The principal: Welcome to detention. All of you will do as you're told and there will be no talking.n

The principal: Mr. Thomas, you must compose a three-page essay on why you should not play with your food.

The principal: Mr. Wayne junior, you must come up with ten appropriate responses to teasing that don't involve physical escalation.

The principal: Miss Brown, you must give a speech on why stealing cars is wrong.

The principal: Miss Cain, you must stand in the corner until I tell you to come out.

The principal: Mr. Drake, you must read and sign the contracts that you were hiding in your car to avoid.

The principal: Mr. Grayson, you must help the janitor scrub the bathrooms.

The principal: Mr. Todd, you must write a book report on To Kill A Mockingbird, build an electrical circuit, debate a current event, and complete pages one through thirty of your algebra workbook.

The principal: And Mr. Wayne senior, you must come up to the chalkboard and write a hundred lines saying you are a grown man and will not pretend to be Batman.

[undreaming-fanfiction]

Imagine pretty boy Steve trapped in a mirror for his vanity.

Except he grows as a person so much that his sole purpose becomes boosting self-esteem of everyone looking into the mirror (unless they're being an asshole in which case, bye any semblance of personal worth).

"Looking great, Dustin, go and get them! Oh wait, move your tie slightly to the left, that's it, good job buddy, go go go!"

"Seriously Robin, there's no way your lady isn't all over you the moment you step in that restaurant. Did you wear smudge-proof lipstick? Time to test it."

"No, Nance, it's not weird to ask your ex-boyfriend if you look presentable, I mean, who else is better qualified? Good choice of dress for the interview, you're going to ace it."

"El, it doesn't matter how long your hair is. Yeah, it was so pretty, but it will grow back. But you know what else? You have gorgeous eyes, a wonderful smile and the way you say "mouth-breather" is everything. As long as you have that smile you'll be the prettiest girl around, so don't you dare worry about it."

"Mike, stop looking like someone stepped in your birthday cake, you're a handsome young man and Will is going to love the new haircut. If I'm wrong, feel free to come back and spread mustard all over my frame, but I've yet to be wrong. Yeah, you're a bit of an asshole too, now go and get your boy!"

"Joyce, you're as beautiful as always, but from what I know about Hopper, he'd think you're the most beautiful person alive if you were wearing a potato sack. But this dress is perfect and you look so happy. I wish you all the best on your date!"

"Yeah Jason, looks aren't the issue here...nothing I can do to help you all the ugly stuff on the inside buddy. Sure, smash the mirror if you want - good luck by the way, it's fucking cursed for a reason - but that won't make the truth hurt less, huh?"

And then Eddie accidentally steps in front of him and Steve has never seen anyone so unaware of his own beauty. And Eddie seems to be the only one apart from Robin who realizes how lonely he sometimes gets so he often takes Steve with him no matter where he goes (the big van is handy) and Steve makes sure to shower him with compliments, gradually finding exactly the right doses and right words to make Eddie understand how special he is, how radiant his smile looks, how he's so animated when he talks about things he loves-

And on the day when Eddie looks into the mirror and finally sees himself just as Steve sees him, the mirror cracks and Steve falls out, disoriented and kind of terrified, what the fuck what the fuck what the fuck-?!

But Eddie just smiles at him and hugs him, the first human touch in such a long time it makes Steve tear up. "Finally!" exclaims Eddie and pulls him even closer. "No shame at all Stevie, but that frame was fucking heavy!"