Never Witnessed A More Aro Ace Man Than Bruce Wayne In The Batman Movie In My Life

A murder mystery where there wasn’t actually a murder. The detective is just crazy and is harassing people.

catra and bakugou are the same character in different fonts in this ted talk-

long time nuclear waste warnings + angels

choke

“im gonna draw someone other than jason!” so that was a fucking lie

your art is so beautiful i’m gonna cry just looking at it i stg

Yeah, yeah, you can have one too @the-thunderhead067

DC Super-Heroes by Vincenzo Riccardi.

“Hobie did more for Miles after knowing him for ten minutes than Gwen did” my brother in christ one of these characters was presented as having very little fondness, one might even say some derision, for spider society while for the other it was their entire support system they are not the same

Oscar Pine is a good kid.

He has the best grades in his class, he helps out on the farm, he even listens to all of his aunt’s lectures about distant lands and monster slayers (although the last one isn’t hard). Oscar Pine is a good kid who wants to do great things in the future and, despite the fact that he comes from a tiny village in the middle of nowhere, he has just enough drive and intelligence and eagerness that he might even accomplish them.

Oscar Pine is a good kid with his whole life ahead of him. So when a voice in his head asks to merge their souls together, Oscar’s answer is a fairly emphatic ‘No’.

“Oh,” say Ospin and Osma and a thousand other lives. “Well that’s new.”

The gods did give humanity choice after all, and they’re hardly going to take it away now.

Morgana and Merlin are in a cave together and they’re not fighting.

Neither of them are quite sure why. They’re definitely supposed to be fighting, but maybe that’s a reason in and of its self. Both of them have always been terrible at doing what they’re supposed to.

“We used to be friends.” Merlin says.

“You used to have a crush on me.” she snorts.

“Well you had a crush on me too.”

“I did not!” Morgana snaps. She manages to inject just enough offence into her voice that Merlin smiles at her a little like he used to before she learned how to hate.

“Well you would have if you’d known me.”

And, well, Morgana can’t say that he’s wrong exactly.

They keep not fighting. Morgana wonders if flirting is another word for truce.

I tried to make the ‘oh no they can be birds how terrible’ thing make more sense and here it is:

At first it’s wonderful.

Everything’s just as it was before. Tai still flirts with Raven, Qrow still spends too much time on his scythe, Summer still rolls her eyes at them constantly, even if she’s smiling. The only thing that changes is that Raven and Qrow spend their nights spying on their enemies instead of sleeping with their team. Sometimes they change forms during the day and sky-dance for a while, cackling at their freedom with croaking voices.

Sometimes Ozpin will give Raven and Qrow these looks, like he’s already mourning them.

They don’t pay the looks any heed, their second mistake. Their first was taking his poisoned gift in the first place.

Things start to change when the pain begins. It’s a twinge at first, something both of them barely notice, but it gets worse with every transformation. After a few months it makes Qrow throw up for the first time. It’s flecked with blood and specks of something black that leaves an awful taste in the back of his throat.

“Gross.” Raven says in her human form next to him before walking away. She doesn’t tease him about it so Qrow is fairly nice to her when she throws up the next time they need to transform.

Ozpin doesn’t stop giving them those looks. All sad and regretful and grieving.

Tai and Summer start to notice that something’s going on pretty soon after that. They already knew about the extra missions, of course, but Qrow and Raven figured that their new power could be a Branwen Tribe secret. It should have been an easy secret to keep, but then Raven starts to distance herself and Qrow starts to snap and both of them hurt all the time and nothing’s ever easy any more.

“We’re worried about you guys.” Tai says, voice full of concern. Summer nods in agreement, far too earnest, and both Raven and Qrow feel it tear at them a little.

Neither of them have an answer and so they’re forced to find ways to cope. Raven starts talking to their family a little too much, visiting home a little too often. Qrow starts to drink.

It only works for a while.

“Humans are not quite whole,” Ozpin says when Qrow goes to him, begging for answers. “Maybe all it took was a brush with magic for your soul to remember its missing piece.”

The conversation makes Qrow feel worse so he drinks enough that he’s forgotten it by morning. He never fully remembers it, even if his soul always does.