#she ate this one

[fell-contract]

"The narrative quality of life, my ability to see my life as a story — for whatever reason, this was always something that I really wanted to have — would just sometimes disappear. I’ve also had episodes of depression in my life, and those things are connected. For me, a lot of depression is just not being able to see any kind of a story that you’re in."

-Elif Batuman

[mabbbish]

wonderful day to remember ninjago has a canon highschool au

[marinecanary]

Whoever said Kipperlilly was Brennan's self-insert, here you go 👑

[splankie]

is blowing up a volcano after ur first kiss couple goals

[nerd4music]

THE WALKING DEAD: THE ONES WHO LIVE

[cemeterything]

"Can you guess what it stood for, Mum? [...] It stood for valuable."

[justanotherignot]

[spacedace]

Bruce is grateful for the fact that Damian has made friends, he is.

He's happy that his son has met children his own age at school and befriended them. That he is growing from that prickly, unhappy, scarred child he'd first been when he'd come to live with Bruce. That his friends are even normal kids - baring Jon, who is still normal enough despite being the son of Superman and occasionally a super hero himself - with no links to anything strange or dangerous or illegal.

"Oh, sup B."

He just wished that his son's friends were also just a little less...feral.

"Hello Elle."

Elle Nightingale gave him a little wave with the lemon she was holding - or as best as she could considering the space she was working with - and smiled cheekily at him. Bruce felt a headache budding behind his eyes.

"I thought Alfred banned you from the kitchen?" She shifted a bit, nudging a bottle of milk - farm fresh, courtesy of the Kents, passed along via Jon as thanks for looking after him for the weekend. Bruce wished he'd had the foresight to expect that Jonathan Kent staying over for the weekend would mean that Elle, her cousin Billy and their friend BL - the children refused to say the girl’s real name, likely to spite Damian, and thr initials had been a compromise to calling her Box Lunch - would take it as them being permitted to stay over for so long as well. Damian had just given Bruce a an unimpressed look when he'd expressed his surprise at the sudden influx of twelve year olds in his home. As if Bruce was disappointing him at being so foolish as to think his entire pack of hellhounds wouldn't be invading enmass.

"Just getting a snack." He assured her, not wanting her to being the wrath of Alfred down upon his head. The hellions liked doing that, for some reason. "I don't suppose you could tell me what exactly you're doing in my fridge." Bruce tried, looking at the girl curled up in what should have been a deeply uncomfortable position between a few shelves of the large appliance.

Elle grinned. Her canines looked a little too sharp in the odd light of the fridge. Bruce really had to stop thinking of his sons friends as demonic hellions, he was starting to impose impossible features on them when he was sleep deprived.

"We're playing hide and seek." She made direct, unblinking eye contact with him as she brought the whole lemon to her mouth and took a bite out of it like it was an apple. "It’s Day's turn to seek." She added, lemon juice dripping down her chin as she swallowed her bite, rind and all.

Well at least she was getting enough vitimin C.

"Right." He nodded, deciding that it wasn't cowardice that led him not wanting to get involved. No, it was just...good parenting. Letting the kids be kids. It was a sleepover, and Damian was actually playing a game! That was something to be encouraged! Bruce wasn't fleeing from this particular group of children's brand of chaos at all. "...could you hand me one of the fruit cups Alfred made earlier?"

Elle obliged on the condition Bruce didn't tell Damian about her hiding spot and returned to happily eating her...whole lemon...as he shut the fridge door on her.

As he returned to his office he glanced out one of the manor's large windows long enough to see Billy stick his head out from the top of the twelve foot tall topiaries out on the front lawn, checking to see if Damian was about. Bruce shook his head, kids and their ability to climb impossible structures never ceased to amaze him. Billy should be careful not to keep trying to peak for Damian though, he was going to end up getting found that way.

[morganbritton132]

Eddie, in the middle of a Q&A on a live-stream: This person asked what’s the worst thing Steve’s ever done. You wanna take this one, Robin?

Robin: One time he ate a toasted turkey sandwich IN MY BED!! Have you ever seen him eat?! Crumbs everywhere!

Robin: If he wasn’t my soulmate, I would’ve ended it right there

Eddie: Your friendship?

Robin: His life.

[alien-bluez]

Dungeons and Daddies is a podcast about four teens trying to save the world from an eldritch god that their grandparents released all those years ago.

Happy S2 finale day! Collab by me and @pittermogged

Textless version under the cut

[captaincrowe]

you know what? i fucking love how thirteen's fandom legacy is solidifying into "absolutely fucking feral, a complete gremlin, does not know what it means to pass as human and has no interest in finding out." it's what she deserves ❤️

[liam-summers]

4.03 The Harsh Light of Day ⥋ 1.03 In the Dark

[stealingpotatoes]

Why I feel like Cal would make the best cookies for the younglinglings and padawans? (Thats canon for sure)

maybe you're right, maybe greez finally forced that boy into the kitchen and after like 20 years Cal can make good food that isn't a store-bought turbo dog

[yrsonpurpose]

lust. for power.

[sidsinning]

[julsera]

The queen. My goal is to draw more waterdeep stuff, sketching more moments from our game.

Honestly Waterdeep feels like home now