Marinette The Teenage Witch

what if your family DIED and your brother was NUTS and you need to reclaim the THRONE and you got married to a HORSEMAN and your brother DIED and your husband DIED and your baby DIED and you had THREE DRAGONS and your advisor wants to FUCK YOU and you want to end SLAVERY and you want to be GOOD but people aren’t GOOD and if you look back you are LOST but to go forward you must go BACK and there’s a weird man with blue lips and his dick is COLD and now you’re FIFTEEN

rip dabert you would’ve loved Charli XCX

My 14 year old brother just took a drink of hot chocolate and hissed like he'd knocked back a shot of vodka then set it down and went "ah... that's the good stuff."

I want a fic or something about the Batfamily where Jason and Dick de-aged back to their Robin days by like a wizard or some shit, then Damian and Tim have to look after them... except they mix them up.

There's two little boys with black hair and blue eyes, wearing the same pants-less costume, and both answering to the name of Robin, but one is all wide eyes and wide smile and one has a murderous anger in his gaze and demeanor, so they make assumptions that *obviously* the murder-y one is Jason and the happy little boy is Dick.

Then they get back to the Batcave and Bruce automatically knows which one is which and calls them by the right names. I just think it'd be a total mind-fuck for Tim and especially Damian.

my favorite rarepair type is hot person x hot person, these two would definitely love each other

This Is How You Win the Time War

Tim woke up to find Red Hood standing in his bedroom.

This wasn't much of a surprise. It had been a year since Hood tried to kill Tim, a little less than a year since he and Bruce had the confrontation that left Bruce grim and withdrawn -- well, more grim and withdrawn than usual. In that time, Hood had made a name for himself in the criminal underworld. Tim wasn't sure whether he believed the stories of heads in a duffel bag, but clearly a lot of people did, and Red Hood had to be intimidating enough for that kind of legend to seem plausible.

Logic dictated that it was only a matter of time before he tried to add Tim's head to his collection. They had unfinished business, after all.

Tim had just started to scramble up into a defensive position -- alone in Drake Manor, in his pajamas, no weapon close at hand -- when Hood said, "Identification. Imbroglio. Phasotherapy. Farinaceous."

The word sequence made Tim freeze, awkwardly crouched on the bed in his boxers and t-shirt. He stared at Red Hood, who was not actually wearing his helmet right now. Nor a domino mask. He stood in the doorway to Tim's room and stared back at him.

Finally Tim gathered himself enough to ask, "Metaplasia?"

"Nope," Hood answered. "Or, 'laundulet' or whatever. It's really me."

"And you're in a time loop." Tim eased down into a crouch, not quite ready to relax. "I'm going to assume I taught you those code words -- "

" -- in a previous loop," they said together.

"Yeah," Hood said and then he -- his scarred face broke into a grin and he -- he strode across the room, sending Tim backwards, trying to go up the wall like a spooked cockroach, except Hood caught him and pulled him forward into a. Hug.

"I love you so much," Hood rasped, ignoring Tim's hands around his throat. "You little weirdo, I love you so much. You're the only one who prepared for this."

me: *rolls over and goes back to sleep*

the necromancer who just spent several days constructing and performing a ritual to raise me from the dead:

Meme redraw

I wanna do an office ay were uts naurto but like in the office we get interviews and dumb shenanigans

me holding a gun to a mushroom: tell me the name of god you fungal piece of shit

mushroom: can you feel your heart burning? can you feel the struggle within? the fear within me is beyond anything your soul can make. you cannot kill me in a way that matters

me cocking the gun, tears streaming down my face: I’M NOT FUCKING SCARED OF YOU