QUICK. POST THE SILLY.

Jane:*falls through the ceiling*

Cho, not looking up: hey Jane.

Jane, casually sitting up: hey.

Galas were energy drainers, which was a well known, established fact.

Bruce isn't a solid believer that people are born bad; The person in front of him seems adamant to prove him wrong.

"Those are very big words you're throwing around, Mr. Wayne," Bruce is sorely concerned if 'climate change should be acknowledged and regulated' can be considered ' big words', "Care to define them?"

Bruce would, truly, but this jerk already wasted half of his night by being condescending, so why bother?

" I've enjoyed myself, but,--"

" I did too. Truly, its nice to be listened to. You could teach my wife a thing or two...Among other talents. Maybe we can speak more over dinner?"

Discomfort churns and batters Bruce's insides. He's not good with sleazy.

He thankfully learned to camouflage disgust at arrogance and tackiness and nastiness,-- but sleazy? His hands sweat, hungry to hit, punch. His tongue is heavy and bit to blood.

A long shadow covers them both, and everything bad vanishes from Bruce's body in a relieved breath.

" Oh...Thank you for the invitation. But...You'll have to ask my boys."

A gulp from the other.

There's Jason, his Goliath of a son, Bruce's bruised sunshine. On his shoulders, not clothed by a restricting tuxedo like the rest, but by a red hoodie instead, Damian holds a butter knife close.

Tim, arms folded, mimics Bruce's nauseated snarl. Ah. So they heard, then.

Dick, as always, stands at the forefront, both shielding his siblings, and establishing himself as top threat. A pure leader, no doubt behind it.Bruce would lie if he'd say the spark of pride isn't there.

"What time?"

human after all

Sobbing at this

Nick and Ellis Imagine #4

TW: blood, death

“You’re safe.”

Nick caressed Ellis’ cheek with a bloody hand as he held him close to his chest, not wanting to accept the fact that his reason to live was dying in his arms. “Shh, shh. You’re safe, I’m here now,” The older man whispered with a smile of reassurance while Ellis wheezed. His life was slipping out of him, but he held tightly onto Nick like he wasn’t ready to die. “Ni…” He cuts off with a cough, blood leaking from his mouth as he tried to avoid suffocating on it.

“Don’t talk, love. Just go to sleep.” While his voice started to crack, Nick gently rubbed Ellis’ cheek with his thumb — the grip on his jacket becoming weak as he gave his lover’s cheek a desperate kiss before smiling with eyes blurred with tears.

“I love you.”

Nick had spent his final moments listening to Ellis’ hitching breath until he can no longer hear it, and he planned to follow him in the afterlife by simply pulling the trigger.

TikTok said “animate this” so I did.

“Hey!”

“What are you doing up there?”

“I can’t go back to jail!”

Brazilian Luffy and his white light-skinned brother

Med Down!!!

Danny is truly the most protagonist ever. Like he’s angsty, he’s fluffy, he’s overpowered, he’s a mentor to others, he’s just learning, he’s still struggling with high school, he’s the leader to a whole realm, he has a wonderful support system, he’s truly the most alone, he loves his parents, his parents want him dead, he’s the hero, he destroyed everything.

The depth that this fandom gives this character continues to astound me

You are officially part of the crew now, Sanji

This man is the most autistic