i wasn’t super sold on royalteeth/kingleader/kingmaster until i discovered my partner kins kinger and i kin caine. therefore, i had to draw them being dumb gay old men
"I decided it's my break day today,
Oh coincidentally, I'm gonna sit here, and watch you work."
also it's too cute how Nemo just came run at me whenever i sat on a bench
What if after Sam and tucker die they are liminal enough to not die, but they don't have enough big of an obsession to become full ghost.
Idk abt tucker (which nothing against the dude, but i had the idea Abt Sam and that's all i can think of rn), But!! Sam just sorta floats around dimension trying to find something that could fuel her continuous existence. (Bc idk they wanna stay w Danny, it doesn't really matter).
Well in one dimension, she find this beautiful goth city. It's kinda dark, and it was still in the process of being build, but it just seemed like such a beautiful place! It only needs a little bit of green.....
Long story short, Sam gets attached and now she's the city's spirit.
And you already know the city is Gotham.
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I didn't thought of much but this concept tbh, like maybe danny could visit Sam and this way meet batfam. Or the reason why poison ivy is so op, is bc Sam really likes her style. And there could be some liminal batfam thing, and her liking Jason and bringing him back to life!!
AU where Bruce is dead, Jason is Batman, and Tim becomes his Robin. Joker kidnaps Tim and makes him Joker Junior and after Tim kills Joker, before sumcombing to his injuries of the torture.Jason vows no more partners. No More Robins.
Then gets transported to a Good Dad Fanon Bruce and Batfam universe (where Jason has stayed dead) He’s always avoiding Tim. He’s hanging out with Dick and Damian and Duke and Steph, but when Tim shows up, he clams up.
Tim confronts him, Jason breaks down. Because if he got used to having Tim around, inevitably when he gets back to his home universe, he’s going to feel the loss all over again.
There is no Damian or Duke in his universe to miss. Dick is still swinging on ropes with his parents, and Steph is a normal college girl.
All Jason sees when he looks at this Tim, is what he failed to save.
I had a thought last night, and even though the only canon bat source I've had is WFA, and I've only *just* started getting into fanfic, so characterizations may not be accurate/have been done before, but IDK. I need this to exist out there.
Timothy Drake-Wayne writes fics sometimes.
It started off with the necessity of creating so many fake IDs. One thing led to another and Tim was coming up with backstories for all the Johns, Marys, and Joes that he invented while doing his Gotham digital surveillance. After all, he was trying to make these people's fake IDs look as real as possible, which meant more than just a name on a couple of sheets of paper.
It means creating a fake digital footprint. For each one.
So, on the rare occasions when things are calmer, and he's not immediately needed, he sits on his computer and types out head cannons for each of the OCs he has created. He spends a lot of time doing research on different cultures, neurodivergencies, physical abilities, and backgrounds to try and 1) paint accurate pictures and 2) learn. He hides the world building tidbits in a secret folder that he's taken so many measures to hide from Oracle (she already knows, but she doesn't actively look after finally figuring out what the folder of names, complete with physical descriptions, life stories, and preferences is out of respect for Timothy). (Also, all this writing knowledge actually comes in handy for crime-solving things, but he doesn't fully realize it at the time).
Tim even went as far as to make social media accounts for some of his favorites and posts bits and pieces of the head cannons to make them, again, seem like real people. Just in case. As a precaution. You never know.
Jason finds out somehow, in a freak accident and collision of siblings that so often happens. Tim is sweating bullets, trying to steel himself for the endless teasing. He is fully prepared to delete every single file that's in that folder and deny that it ever exists for all eternity.
Except Jason doesn't. Jason's too much of a literary nerd (granted, he prefers more classic literature than social media fics, but this is another thing he can connect with his little brother on- he's *excited*) to tease Tim about the writing. He kind of persuades Tim to take more time for his hobby because Tim has some markings of talent in his very specific creative niche. Tim may have also convinced Jason to try it exactly once, to create a fake Twitter profile for Mr. Darcy and create shitposts from his point of view. He has a great time with it once, and then he moves on (but sometimes he creates other accounts for other characters that Tim doesn't know about).
They make a pact between the two of them not to tell the others; they'd ask too many questions and make it less fun.
But every once in a while, Tim would walk into Jason's place to crash for a bit, steal all of his Red Bull, update Jason on his writing projects, and get writing advice.
Oh my WORD I'd forgotten I made a meme of that. Long story short, yeah! Pretty much!
There's a cut (but still canonical) scene this is based on early in The Present is a Gift where Ark, sans memories, basically says he's very fond of Twig and he's happy he met her and is able to call her a friend. Twig doesn't straight up tell him she'll slide him a fifty if he never says that again in the original scene, but she gets VERY noticeably uncomfortable and he permanently backs off on the Words of Affirmation front.
After that, he has this lingering fear that she'll react the same way if he were ever to propose a romantic relationship, and so his ex-villain brain constantly comes up with elaborate schemes that minimize emotional risks and have Twig make the first move in response to actions he takes that may or may not be interpreted as platonic or perhaps something more, therefore shifting all risks off of himself in the process.
TL;DR--- Man's scared of rejection and has masterminded a situation in which Twig is the only one to risk direct rejection, therefore guaranteeing success... If she wasn't an idiot and would pick up on his hints.
Do you think Kenny actually likes cartman? I’m not so sure since the reading of his will in s9e4 (https://youtu.be/QGx92r8NLIM)
I feel like nobody likes him but Kyle is the only one who thinks he can possibly get better at all.
I agree on some level with that last statement. Due to Kyle's morals and complicated attachment to Cartman, he would be the only one willing to nurture the potential Cartman has, though I'd say Cartman isn't universally hated as one would assume. I think Kenny and Cartman's friendship deepened off screen since s9. It shows itself strongly in the covid specials and post-covid (not post covid the special, I mean like.. after the actual irl covid and.. ARGH mattrey u make my life so difficult)
Kenny was the one to approach Cartman about the fragility of the broship and inspires Cartman to be the one to make sure the gang stays together. That's a level of openness and vulnerability that frankly, I haven't seen him share with Stan or Kyle. Quite the opposite in fact-- When Kenny finally admits he's immortal, Stan and Kyle dismiss him in their own way. Neither have made the move to sympathize with him since, especially at the level Cartman does in the covid episodes. Now, Cartman's "sympathetic" method of coddling Kenny wasn't the best thing to do I'd say, the show was clear Stan, Kyle and Cartman weren’t handling the broship fallout well, but Cartman definitely proved himself as the “best friend” the show has claimed he’s been in prioritizing Kenny during Covid. We even get a verbal reminder from Cartman and Kyle in Post-Covid that despite it being the literal worst future for everyone, Cartman and Kenny’s friendship thrived. With the opposite lives they lead, it's astounding they remained best friends for forty years.
That level of loyalty is kicking Stan and Kyle in the dirt and laughing rn. Look at Dikinbaus! Cartman and Kenny had a blast “planning the business” (ie living it up as owners and mutually taking advantage of Butters to just pal around) and Cartman once again concedes to Kenny when he lets him work from home. It’s a gag first and foremost, but still, I think it works as part of character analysis lolol. I’m analyzing this a lot from Cartman’s perspective, or at least his actions, but I don’t rlly have much to go by on Kenny’s end and I hope y’all can see why lol. excluding the Mysterion arc and the s22 Halloween episode, he’s a passive character. things rly just are happening to this dude.
Cartman's attachment to Kenny has grown exponentially since the early seasons ("I hate yew guys/ specially kinny/ ah hate em the most/") whereas we've heard directly from Kenny what he thought of Cartman at the time s9 was written but we don't really know what he thinks of Cartman presently. Now, mattrey have written Kenny's quietness and frequent disappearances as part of the charm of his character--the mysteriousness with a pinch of hidden sadness, maybe a dash of loneliness--and not like, a serious writing pitfall of not knowing what to do with one of your main characters, not giving them the chance to let the audience see their motivations. So the uncertainty surrounding Kenny's true opinions, in this case of his friendship with Cartman, isn't by accident. I'd say it's fair to assume Kenny now views Cartman as a best friend, given how much Cartman has done for him.
I’d also say it’s fair to assume the pity for Cartman hasn’t changed.
Mr Mechanic {Toji Fushiguro}
**So this is actually my first written work (not just shitposting anymore), I'm warming up to the idea of sharing some of my fan fiction. This is based off of a chat.ia, authored by @sxgarcore -> He's a mechanic and you need his help. Let me know if you want a Part 2!**
Warnings: just a little nsfw... not that much at all. Like I said, I'm warming up lol.
It had been a blistering, sweltering day. The perfect day for a ride, but the absolute worst day to break down on the side of the road. As you had. In the middle of who knows where, the soft purr of the engine had stuttered twice, only giving you moments to pull off the freeway before your sleek bike died completely. Now, you knew your motorbikes, but you were in no shape or form (or place with the tools necessary) to even think about trying to fix whatever was wrong with your metal baby. So here you are, panting, practically dripping sweat as you finally roll your bike into the mechanic of the nearest town. Thank whichever Gods that there was one.
The day was cooling only just now the sun had begun to set, and your protective biker's jacket had long been stripped off and tied loosely around your waist. Leaving you in a grey, fitted tank top. The way you pant as you roll into the garage looking for help is comical, and it alerts said mechanic who is under a beat up, old dusty truck. He rolls out from under the car, using a rag to wipe grease from his hands.
"Can I help ya sugar?" He asks, and you pause to catch your breath as his eyes run up and down your figure.
"Well?"
You wipe some sweat from your brow and smile as best you can given the circumstance.
"My bike… broke down some miles down the freeway. M'so glad I found you!
His eyebrows jump in slight amusement and he chuckles. "Alright. It happens." He crosses his arms over his wide chest, muscles tensing in a way that finds you suddenly very interested in your nails as you fidget. He walks towards you with concentration and you step back so he can take a look at your bike. You feel awkward standing in silence, it's not even like you can go somewhere, you are stranded in the garage with a ridiculously hot and greased up hunk of muscle. Shit.
"I've been working on her myself… I really should've known better than to take her out for this big a trip… I was hopeful though." You sigh in disappointment, gazing longingly at the machine before you, thinking back to the weekend when you had thought it a good idea to tinker.
He doesn't reply straight away, just assesses the bike with meticulous focus. You wonder how meticulous he is with other things… you wonder if he has a girlfriend. He breaks your train of thought. "Here's the problem," he points to a part with a fracture through the side. "This is gonna need to be replaced… and she ain't cheap. It'll be a couple of hundred bucks." He stands, looking you over with what you think could be the slightest tinge of pity.
You swear slightly under your breath at the price, even though you should know by now having a bike isn't cheap. You try your best to remain polite. "You know, I love my bike… but sometimes I swear to God she does my head in." As you speak, you unwrap your jacket from your waist and chuck it over the seat of your bike, needing to fish around for your wallet that is in there somewhere. As you look for your wallet you don't notice how he smirks as you swear under your breath, or how his gaze dips hesitantly down your back.
"What's your name?" His question feels slightly out of the blue, but you reply nonetheless. It makes you feel slightly giddy that you get to exchange names. You swear again as you dig around for your wallet and Toji's gaze is now directly on your ass as it sticks out slightly. He eyes the curve of your butt under your jeans and feels bold. "Question… you single? Just, curiosity of course." He says as if he's the politest, most gentlemanly guy in the world.
Your eyes snap to his, a nice pink flush on your cheeks which you purposefully choose to ignore. "You coming onto me or something?" You ask a bit incredulous. Lord knows this man is not without ladies… and yet, here he is alone in his garage on a nice evening.
"Yeah, I am." He chuckles, stepping closer. "So, you got a boyfriend?"
You give him a onceover. You wonder how often he plays this little role of his, all hunky and brooding. It gives you an itch of irritation when people play it so cool, so you reply in kind. "Nope." You pop the 'p' after giving him a once over and he grins with teeth at the attitude.
"Well then, you free tonight?" He asks leaning down. You have to look up at him, you quickly realise he's too tall for you to look at all intimidating and as he continues to close the distance between your faces you shuffle and hold up a hand.
"Hold up, big guy. You're gonna need to try a bit harder than that."
An actually laugh escapes him (rude), and he wraps a free strand of hair around his finger as he looks down at you. "Try me, babe." You feel the defiance in you beginning to crumble due to the soft rasp in his voice, his dark eyes and his really, really distracting shoulders and arms. It's all you can do to whisper a reply. "I'll have you know I'm tougher than I look, to handle that is." You don't know if you’re cringing or feeling good about the reply but the amused twinkle in his eye tells you he thinks it's pretty cute.
"I think I can handle it… you." He's back to all smirks as your breath shakes in exhale.
His arms land on your bike behind you, trapping you. You can feel your heart stuttering slightly at his intense gaze. The way he leans into you - nosing just brushing - sends your mind blank, eyes flicking to his lips, the small scar at the corner. His lips barely graze yours as he mutters to you. "I need a yes…" there is a slight twitch of his jaw, and you realise he is waiting- no, holding himself back.
You feel a shiver up your spine as you whisper a reply. "Please."
The words are barely out of your mouth before his lips seal against yours, his large, rough hands cupping your jaw and tilting your face up to meet his at a deeper angle. You feel as though the breath has been stolen from you, and you just know your face his bright pink as your hands curl into his hair. He groans at the touch and his body pushed up against yours. Your lips part slightly as you feel his tight muscles against your soft curves, his hands now leaving your face and running down your sides. His fingers squeezing spots here and there along the way. He pushes a thick thigh between your legs and you have to grip his tank so you don't fall back onto your bike. A small noise escapes you at the friction between your thighs, breath stuttering.
He grins against your mouth, breaking the kiss and moving his lips down your neck in soft, kisses. He seems to realise his height is a problem for this, and in a swift movement he has hooked his hands under your ass and hoisted you up into his arms, making a approving grunt as you automatically hook your legs around his waist. He plants small bites down you neck easily now, panting softly as he sucks and nips at your soft skin. Each shuddering breath you make because of the action strokes his ego and you feel his hard, needy erection pressing firmly against your hips.
Your mind feels slightly static, a bit disconnected from what's happening but also completely aware of every slight touch and move. As if it’s too unbelievable so it is obviously just a really, really realistic wet dream. He's carrying you somewhere, pressing some button that has the garage doors closing with a grating whine of metal scraping against metal. Just as you whisper his name, you're plonked down on a workbench, papers crumpling. You try to ask if they're are important but he huffs. "As if I give a shit about that right now." His hands roam your thighs as he stands back to look at your flushed, slightly dazed expression.
"Look at you… if this is what some making out does, I'm about to wreck you." He grins wickedly, lust so evident in his eyes you feel your pussy throb, clenching around nothing. Yet.
Calling all blue heeler owners (or just dog owners in general)!!!!
How the actual fuck do y’all manage the shedding, bc my guy is the worst shedder I’ve seen and is even worse now that it’s springtime. I woulda never guessed it’d be so bad bc he’s a short haired dog but I was not prepared for the double coat. I’ve gotta say, my parents have a Great Pyrenees and my dog sheds WORSE than him
And I’m trying EVERYTHING! I vacuum almost daily which includes vacuuming the furniture bc it gets stuck so bad. I even bought a mini hand held vacuum for furniture and my car but it doesn’t matter bc 5 seconds later, it’s covered in fur again. I brush him almost daily and every time it’s like shearing a sheep, even after 30 min brushing sessions, it just keeps coming. I have a million lint rollers not just for myself but for the furniture multiple times a day AND I have lint roll him too to get the excess off but it still doesn’t help much. He also has a salmon diet which is supposed to be for a healthy coat in general but I’ve also heard fish oils and fatty acids help shedding too but it’s not 🥲.
So that being said, any advice? Bc fuck, the hair is literally everywhere all the time. And like I said, now that it’s spring and getting hot, chunks fall out
george could have a backbone and acknowledge his actions and apologise and not try to get out of it and then i’d see some redeem-ability for him
i’ll never be able to fully hate them but fandom won’t forgive and i can’t blame them at all. best case scenario they accept the death of “fandom” and continue yt for casual fans
yep my thoughts exactly. i find it very hard to see ANYONE as irredeemable, although i do think people who are abusive don't deserve audiences where they have access to vulnerable fans