Sweet Dreams

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Hood tried to kill Tim, a little less than a year since he and Bruce had the confrontation that left Bruce grim and withdrawn -- well, more grim and withdrawn than usual.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."

had a blast reading time swap (??) fic with these two, recommend!!

redraw of this ooooold piece

Esse blog vai virar uma página de crítica

E voltamos novamente para mais uma crítica de filme.

 eu amo criticar as coisas

Infelizmente, na minha lista um dos tópicos mais criticados sou eu mesma.

Obrigada consciência 

Voltando a mais uma ilustre opinião de quem vos fala, o filme de hoje é:

(rufem os tambores) 

 A Q U A M A N

aplausos por favor

isso mesmo, um dos queridinhos da DC foi alvo da minha infame consciência.

Bem, quando assiti o filme pela primeIra vez eu tinha achado o máximo. A história era legal, transformou o cara que fala com peixes em um herói. Sim, eu sei que ele já era um, mas agora é um super.

A questão não é o enredo, muito menos o elenco, longe disso, todo mundo muito bonito, gostoso e tal. O negócio é...

E F E I T O S   E S P E C I A I S 

Como todo mundo sabe, os efeitos visuais da DC são... bem, da DC. cof cof mediocres cof cof. Não é o slow motion que estraga, não são os efeitos super gráficos que estragam. NÃO. É o mal uso deles.

Pelo amor de Deus,os caras simplesmente sumiram antes de chegarem numa profundidade em que a onda os cobriria,isso sem falar que a mãe dele aparece magicamente com roupas novas, uma coroa e continua com o cabelo horrível.

perfeito

Então, a frase do dia é:

“Se você tem dinheiro, gaste ele com lentes de contato que pareçam reais e não olhos de vidro” Achkar, Emee (2020)

Maravilhoso.

I see your "Hashirama's horrible gambling luck" and I raise you "Madara and Izuna making it worse"

more of my human shadow design ... they're bike racers in this universe

He is mentally ill and I adore him

Studying manga textures + drawing unhinged teens. Blackwhip is surprisingly relaxing to draw?

jjk student sukuna au

just wanted to draw sukuna talking shit about gojo behind his back