The Parallel In The Umbrella Academy Where In ‘I Think We’re Alone Now’ It Says ‘the Beating

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

Someone draw talia wearing this I beg

MILF

man i love friday

Batman unburied is fucking sensational let no one tell you otherwise

sketch batman ninja.

Cassandra Cain

His every interaction with cat woman was him asking “is this how people make friends?” and her answering “I want to peg you”

Never witnessed a more aro ace man than Bruce Wayne in the Batman movie in my life

New fic oop-

If you like the young justice one shots I have on here it’s just more of them but compiled better. Also I’m trying to keep them all in the same continuity so you might get some followups to previous ones.

also not to derail anything but when i saw the cover and the fact that the other guy has pink hair i got reminded of the pink kryptonite that made superman gay and i can't stop thinking about it

Shazam, a supposedly magic immortal being of unknown origin: kinda pops off ngl

Batman, a father of 6: (narrows eyes in suspicion) yes…indeed it does..

“We should all run away together!” Arthur crows with all the confidence of a drunk man convinced that he has just had an excellent idea.

Merlin and Morgana sit up a little straighter, eyes brightening with the enthusiasm of people who are very drunk and convinced that they have just heard an excellent idea. Gwen, certainly not sober but more so than anyone else in the room, rolls her eyes.

“We could hide in the forest!” Morgana grins.

“Or the mountains.” Merlin smiles.

Gwen tries not roll her eyes again. “Or we could just stay here and wait for Arthur to become king and change the world into one that we like better.” The room boos her good naturedly and Gwen tries to mimic a bow without moving from her place on the bed, curled into Morgana’s side.

“That,” Arthur slurs from where he’s stood in the centre of Morgana’s room, “Is a very boring plan.” He stumbles a little and Merlin takes his hand to try and tug him down to where he’s sat on the floor. Arthur frowns, because he is obviously too stubborn to take the very sound advice of sitting down, but deigns to keep Merlin’s hand clasped in his.

Gwen props herself up a little but not enough to leave the warmth of Morgana’s side. “We could run away to Ealdor?” she tries instead of exhibiting common sense.

The room cheers.