Tumgik
#the most unhinged
neoyi · 9 months
Text
Tumblr media Tumblr media
Happy Public Domain Day!
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
⭐Prince Marine: The Dandy Robot / Art Commission / Ko-Fi / Itch.io / Bluesky⭐
36K notes · View notes
cam-the-orange-cat · 4 months
Text
Tumblr media
Tumblr, what the hell does this even mean????
0 notes
spacedace · 10 months
Text
You ever think Dick overhears someone say Jason was the most violent Robin and just gets so mad about it?
And it's not even about like, defending Jason's honor or anything. It's purely because he's just so incredibly insulted that people somehow forgot how much of an unhinged ball of rage he was as a child.
Like I'm imagining him storming into the cave and yanking on his now way too small Robin costume and muttering angrily about I'll show you the angriest Robin
Barbara is facepalming about all the nonsense that's about to pop off that inevitably she's gonna have to clean up. Bruce just starts sweating profusely and desperately trying to talk Dick down because he suddenly remembers that time Dick kicked a criminal so hard they ended up in a coma for a week and smiled so brightly while doing it that the other goons there at the time just chose to jump off a three story building into the suspect sludge that filled Gotham harbor rather than face the unhinged ten year old on bright colors and pixie boots.
Duke: But wasn't Dick the nice one?
Tim, who idolized Dick Grayson's Robin like his own chaotic god: Don't ever insult my favorite Robin that way again. Here are my top thirty photos of him reigning deranged chaotic violence upon his enemies. I'd show you more but this album just has the photos from the first month I started following him and Batman around.
Jason: The hundreds of dead assassins and all the shit I've heard about you and Young Justice suddenly make a lot more sense
8K notes · View notes
drulalovescas · 4 months
Text
Purgatory arc is truly insane because what do you mean Dean Winchester was running around the monster land looking for Cas??? And he stayed a year in Purgatory just for him????? Even though the way out was right there??????? Even though his brother was back home????? But he refused to leave without his angel???? And he prayed to him???? every night??????
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
3K notes · View notes
pucksandpower · 6 months
Text
“Happy birthday to Alexander Albon. And his present? Logan Sargeant’s car.”
Source: formulalynne on X
3K notes · View notes
nosieposie · 8 months
Text
Tumblr media
baby u r my ANGELLLLLLL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
3K notes · View notes
turnipoddity · 11 months
Text
Tumblr media
well… i did it
5K notes · View notes
augustus816 · 3 months
Text
logan sergeant is american so like… i kinda expected him to be a little strange and like he is, but only in the normal frat boy way…
BUT GOOD GOD no one prepared me for alex albon???? WHAT IS THIS MAN ON ???
every time i see a team torque clip its progressively more out of context and progressively more corcerning… like mr sargeant do u need to go into witness protection??
1K notes · View notes
lilislegacy · 4 months
Text
Tumblr media
“honey” is such an ‘old married couple’ nickname. i usually hate pet names, especially for percy and annabeth, but i’m not gonna lie guys…. i kinda love the thought of them sometimes referring to each other as honey?? like, i can just hear it. “honey you know i respect and value your opinions so so much, but can you shut up for like 2 minutes?” “honey you know i love you and your great plans, but can you not get us fucking killed?” “hey honey can you use your sword to cut the tag off my dress?” “wise girl, honey, why is nico asleep in our guest room… again?” peak romance? i think yes. also annabeth is from the south, so it actually makes so much sense.
it’s so unexpected, but also so fitting?? idk for some reason i love it. just me? send help
2K notes · View notes
patolemus · 5 months
Text
I've been thinking the past few days about how, after the scene in s2 where these huge chains fall from Stiles' locker, everyone in school thinks he's either in a gang or into some very deep BSDM, and there's like this tally that goes around where people annotate things they've heard him say and debate over why it points to one or the other.
I mean, someone will hear him say human sacrifices and they'll immediately go 'alright so this guy is roleplaying some very hardcore stuff', but then someone else will hear him say something like we gotta find the bodies and then it's like... maybe not roleplaying?
Werewolf? Depending on the context, it's a code word or the name of a rival gang (his gang??), or like some weird kink no one's sure they want to know much about.
Also, Derek Hale is definitely involved somehow, but this doesn't help clarify whether Stiles is in a gang or if he and Derek are just into some very kinky shit. There's a tally on that, too.
1K notes · View notes
kaizsche · 28 days
Text
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
"tyler, how'd you come to do this work?" / "well, when you love something, you'll spend your whole life trying to understand it." TWISTERS (2024)
769 notes · View notes
nataliescatorccio · 2 months
Text
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
HOUSE OF THE DRAGON 2x03 | 2x08
549 notes · View notes
hinamie · 5 months
Text
Tumblr media
there's no furbish word for dilf :( sad :(
1K notes · View notes
Text
"aftg is unrealistic!!!"
it's a sports anime in the shape of a book. have some genre awareness.
2K notes · View notes
blue-jos10 · 2 months
Text
‘wow dr minyard how are you so calm and patient even with the insane ones?’
‘i’ve had practice.’
765 notes · View notes
sanguineterrain · 3 months
Text
tw kidnapped reader, reader is forced to be jason's companion/spouse. arranged marriage elements, i guess. knight au
jason todd is a soldier first. he's never been anything but.
he's the kingdom's best. the king is quite proud of his best soldier. his violent mercenary who's as loyal as they come. he's fantastic.
but he's been at war too long. the king knows this, and understands he must do something to help his best soldier adjust to life back home if he wants him to continue to fight. jason's a prized racehorse, but he gets skittish, moody. the nightmares don't help. what do you do to help a racehorse? you get it a goat to calm it down. so, the king gets his soldier a "goat" to soothe him: you.
you're perfect! you're perfect because you're just a commoner, in no way a threat to anyone, and completely ordinary. no one will miss you. but. but. jason met you once in town and lingers outside the bookshop you work at every time he comes home from battle. he never goes in. suddenly, you're no longer ordinary.
so months after jason's return, you're summoned by his majesty. you are the best match for his best soldier, he says, and that's that. they leave you in jason's cottage that's miles from the kingdom. you're given a tea that knocks you out cold, but that's just a precaution! there's no need to be afraid. the accompanying maid even pretties you up a bit, not that you need it.
and jason comes home to you, the lovely bookshop worker he's watched for forever. he promised himself he would be good; he wouldn't approach you and scare you with his awful scars or his growly voice. he knows soldiers are rough. he swore he'd only watch you for your safety, because you're so damn nice, too nice for this kingdom, and he doesn't want a flower like you to be crushed.
and what a flower you are, laying in his bed, beautiful and unmarred and sweet. you're in delicate nightwear, with a ribbon around your neck, like you're a present to unwrap. jason immediately feels sick. he can't do this. he can't keep you, be responsible for you. why would his king do this to you? to him?
he hovers over you for what feels like ages, watching your chest go up and down as you sleep. he's still in his armor, dirty from training. he should go bathe. he should sharpen his weapons. above all, he should not touch you.
and then you awaken. you take a deep breath and your eyes crack open. jason stumbles backward and nearly knocks over the nightstand. you watch him, confused and somewhat wary.
this hulking soldier almost falls over apologizing, cheeks flaming red. he hightails it out of his own room, and you don't see him for the rest of the night.
you fall asleep in his bed. in the morning, there's still no trace of him, save for a plate of crumbly bread and cheese and a mug of tea on the table nearby.
you wonder if you're a gift or a curse.
524 notes · View notes