so punching him like that

I drew the man who punched his way out of prison because he punched his way out of prison.

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“So stop making that face at me…”

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Even after their fight, Yeol still smiled cutely at Taeho (ಥ﹏ಥ)

You wanna know what’s, like, my favorite thing in the world? The idea that in the early months of the Justice League, they all really didn’t like each other or at the very least had a hard time functioning together as a team. Most had their own egos and traumas to deal with not to mention none of them had ever worked on a proper team before. They all agree that Batman is a paranoid grump who will never really be a part of the group.

But that all changes when they find out about Dick. Every version of ‘The Justice League finds out about Dick’ is the best version. Because it’s not just the fact that Dick is smol and cute and does flips and shit. It’s not even about big, scary Batman is the adoptive father of this precious little boy. It’s that Batman, Bruce, saw a child’s world fall apart right in front of his eyes. Because he understands the impact that tragedy can have on a person and he empathized with this boy who now shares the pain he still struggles with. And Bruce knows what goes on Social Services, knows that good kids go in and a lot of times don’t come out. But in a few short hours he formed an undeniable bond with this child and he cannot let the boy go through even more suffering.

So even though Bruce has basically cut himself off from attachments due to his own suffering and even though he has no childcare experience and, with his nightly activities, might be ill-suited, he extends his hand anyway. Because he knows that Gotham will never treat a cheerful circus kid well. And though he has his own problems, he tries his best to do right for Dick because he refuses to let that bright, happy boy end up like him. And so Gotham’s Dark Knight ends up tucking in an 8 year old boy before he heads out to patrol and works on cases in his Batcave while Dick practices on the parallel bars and offers his own insights. It’s an unusual relationship, one often fraught with the emotional shortcomings of both man and boy, but they have undeniably helped heal the other.

Through Dick, the League gets to see Batman for the first time. They see past the brooding frown, the bloodies knuckles and the low growls and they see someone who loves his city, loves all people, so much that his heart bleeds. They see someone who has suffered, who dedicated his entire life to ensuring that maybe, just maybe, he can stop the suffering of a few others. They see a man who has become consumed in his quest, but not enough that he can’t see the anguish of a small boy who has just had his whole world ripped apart and offer a welcoming hand. They see someone worthy of respect not just for his skills and intelligence but for his strength of heart. Only then, can the League begin to bridge their differences and begin to work as a team. Because Batman showed them that even the most unlikely of pairs can find common ground and the anything is possible if you open your heart.  

Very important observations from seeing DEH from the fourth row yesterday
  • It’s not an illusion. Mike Faist really is that tall. And yet his pants are so insanely tight like do they even make jeans that tight for legs that long or did they have to custom-make them? I need to know
  • Half of it was hidden behind the bed, but from what I saw, there is a deck of cards, what appears to be an old blanket, a tackle box, and a safe on Connor’s shelf. There is also a Harley-Davidson sticker on the side of it
  • Evan has a three-ring binder and two massive books on his side-table, like thicker than some dictionaries I own
  • Some of Jared’s shirts include one with pictures of flying pigs that says “don’t stop believing,” another that says “coffee is for quitters,” one with a faded superhero logo (I think it was the Flash?), and one that says “Pokemon made me do it.”
  • Evan has a Dell laptop, Jared, Alana, and Zoe all have Macs
  • Zoe and Connor both wear multiple bracelets
  • Connor looks so completely sad during Waving Through a Window and it hurts
  • The one time the actual Connor smiles is when he’s talking to Evan in the computer lab
  • Idk about Ben, but when Evan is singing about climbing the tree in For Forever, MLB starts crying
  • Imaginary!Connor has this dorky grin almost all the time, but especially during Sincerely, Me
  • Cynthia cries into Connor’s pillow during Requiem
  • There’s a point where imaginary!Connor playfully hits Evan and it was so loud like I can see why the Newsies ended up bruised after fight scenes with Mike he does not hold back
  • After the Sincerely, Me reprise, he looks so bummed out that he doesn’t get to be friends with Jared
  • When Zoe is upset or stressed out, she taps her foot
  • When Heidi is yelling at Evan, he gets tense and teary-eyed, like he’s never heard his mom yell like that and it terrifies him
  • Will. Fucking. Roland. Holy shit, this guy needs more credit. I wouldn’t have even noticed if it didn’t literally happen ten feet in front of me, but during Good For You, when Heidi comes back in and he isn’t at all the focus or even in the light, Jared absolutely breaks down. Like, his body heaving as he desperately holds back tears, teeth clenched, clutching his chest, leaning against the wall on the edge of the stage. And just before he turns back and starts singing again, he pulls himself together and lets out this furious shout and it hurt my soul
  • ALSO MLB SANG ALONG AT THE END OF GOOD FOR YOU LIKE IN THE DC PRODUCTION
  • Okay so I’ve seen this show three times now and idk if Mike was just super into it yesterday or what but holy shit the scene where it’s revealed that Evan attempted suicide was different and even more painful. Like, imaginary!Connor was literally screaming “EVERYONE WILL HATE YOU!” and then when he asked “how’d you break your arm?” he said it like he was taunting Evan with what happened, but then once it was all out in the open, his entire demeanor changed. He started slouching a little, his voice got quieter, higher, and started breaking, and then he fucking cried. Like tears just streaming down his face and falling to the stage and when he sang the reprise of For Forever, he smiled, as if the lie was the one hope he had, the one thing he was clinging to, and it was so good that it took away the pain, but his eyes were still red and glistening in the spotlight and ahh I have never felt so much for a literal figure of someone’s imagination
  • During Words Fail, Zoe is just staring at Evan with wide, tear-filled eyes, Cynthia is outright sobbing and can’t bring herself to look at him, and Larry isn’t crying, but he looks so betrayed, like Evan just punched him in the face
  • Kristolyn Lloyd and Michael Park each put an arm around Mike Faist during curtain call
Kisses {Harry Styles Smut}

PAIRING: Harry/Y/N
RATING: R lol
WORD COUNT: 10k y’all!!!
REQUESTED: nope !

this is my longest one shot, it took up like 20 pages on microsoft word lmfao !! anyways it took me a bit longer than usual bc i went through a slight block (rip) but it is finished and i’m quite proud of it!! feedback is much appreciated, it rly motivates me!! ok that’s it i hope u enjoy :-)

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((Jeremy and Michael are having a duel to see who has the stronger avatar. For the moment it looks like Jeremy has won the upper hand, he has Michael pinned and is about to deal the final blow to win but then Michael’s eyes go half-lidded, a dopey smile comes onto his face and a red flush spreads across his cheeks and he says, dreamily, “I love you”

Jeremy is totally caught off guard, immediately his face goes bright pink and his mouth drops open. Michael takes the opportunity and deftly flips them over before holding his staff to Jeremy’s throat, raising his eyebrows and giving him the smuggest grin.

Ny0, after realizing he’d been tricked, holds his hands up in surrender. Then he glares at Ehm half-heartedly and mumbles, “You cheated”

And then Michael smartly responds with, “All’s fair in love and war, babe”))

anonymous asked:

can you draw vanessa in her dress from The Club?

shes here to look good and kick ass, and she already looks good

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I’ll show my love to the whole of Russia. 

anonymous asked:

re-reading the HP au you did a while back and i just thought of tony's boggart being his father (and then after he met the rest of the avengers changing to them being dead) but like- him getting to know them cos of his boggart and they all decide to look out for him and then after that it becomes them dying..?

It was actually how he met Bruce.

They’d just been two scruffy first years, both of them with too much imagination and too little of a regard for safety precautions in potions class, and so they’d both been dumped into detention together, which had happened to be clearing out the huge store-room just outside the great hall.

They’d looked at one another with raised eyebrows when the teacher gestured for their wands, but ultimately sighed and handed them over. Of course- no magic to get out of punishment, right?

Dammit.

But it had actually been kinda fun. Although they hadn’t met one another previously, it turned out they shared many of the same interests, and were both remarkably clever. 

“I’m surprised you weren’t put in Ravenclaw like me,” Bruce said, a little crease on his forehead as he observed Tony.

“Yeah, well, I basically just wanted to fuck with my dad and get into the house that would piss him off most, so-” Tony broke off with a shrug, smiling across at Bruce, “Hufflepuff it was. I love it there, anyway. I- uh-” I belong. They make me feel like I belong somewhere. “Yeah.”

Bruce just smiled back, a nice soft thing. “Well, good for you, I guess.”

Tony nodded, and pushed back the thought that he probably wouldn’t be allowed back home for the term ending. It wasn’t something he could change now, so there wasn’t much point in dwelling on it.


Bruce stumbled upon it first.


Tony was busy sorting through a load of rusty cauldrons on the other side of the massive room, so when Bruce yelled out in surprise, it took Tony a second to register.

But when he looked up, he was met with a very odd sight indeed.

It was Bruce, and- Bruce? A copy, standing a few feet away from the original, and he–it–looked…angry. Furious, even.

“What the fuck is that?” Tony called out, just as the duplicate screamed in fury and started to kick out blindly at the piles of equipment to the side of him.

Bruce didn’t answer, instead choosing to stumble back in terror. His face was grey and his mouth open like a silent scream, but no sound was actually released as the duplicate followed him, angry snarls and wild fists that lashed out at any available surface.

Tony leaped forward, grabbing Bruce by the arm and yanking him backward. Bruce just followed, completely lifeless, eyes fixed on the other version of him, so full of anger it was… it was terrifying.

“Bruce, Bruce, it’s just a boggart, that’s not real, come on, let’s get out of here,” Tony tugged at his arm, but by that point Bruce had slumped; leaning back against a wall and refusing to budge as his worst fear–himself–  wreaked havoc upon the store-room.

Tony called his name again, ducking as a projectile was flung in their direction, but it didn’t seem like Bruce was intending on moving any time soon. He actually looked like he was going to be sick.

“Jesus Christ,” Tony muttered, turning back to the boggart himself.

Neither of them had wands, so it didn’t look like they were going to be getting rid of it. And until it was gone, Bruce wasn’t going to move. He was obviously struggling with the concept of facing his fears head on.
Luckily, Tony was used to his own.

“Hey!” He called out, waving his hands and catching the boggart’s attention.

Bruce’s boggart stopped briefly, staring at him with feral eyes. Tony glared at it, and then stuck his middle finger up. “Fuck yourself,” he told it.

It did the trick. The boggart glared at him, offended, and then cocked it’s head as it smiled.


And then Bruce was gone.


“Hufflepuff?” Howard Stark hissed, immaculate suit pressed tight against his chest as he stepped forward, drink in hand, “you got yourself put in Hufflepuff? The house for the failures, the pussiess? Fucking disgrace, boy.”

Tony rolled his eyes, ignoring the hammering in his chest as he turned back to the real Bruce, still a little grey-faced as he stared at what was now Howard Stark. “We should probably go tell a teacher there’s a boggart in their store cupboard,” Tony said calmly, keeping Howard in the corner of his vision as he always did.

“You’re the most pathetic, stupid little-”

“Yeah, yeah, heard it all before, now can you shut the fuck up, please?” Tony turned, shooting the boggart- because it was a boggart, that’s all, there was nothing to be afraid of- a disdainful look, “I’m trying to have a conversation.”

Bruce looked up to him, just for a second. “is that your-”

“Yep,” Tony bit, “don’t worry about it, it’s just a-”

Howard- the boggart, whatever- took a step forward, and Tony took one back instinctively, dragging Bruce with him as he went. He couldn’t hold back the little gasp of breath he took in as he locked eyes with it again.

“When I get my hands on you, you’ll know just what I think about Hufflepuffs,” Howard spat, amber liquid sploshing from the glass, and that was the first warning sign for Tony, because Howard never wasted drink unless he was really wasted-

“Tony, come on, come on, let’s- let’s get out of here,” Bruce whispered, and this time it was his shaky fingers tugging on Tony’s sleeve, pulling him away firmly.

Tony followed, swallowing down the irrational fear that consumed him as he kept his eyes on the boggart. “Just keep an eye on him,” Tony said quietly, eyeing up the tumbler, “when he’s pissed, it’s usually the glass that’s first to get thrown.”

Bruce stared at him for a second, before nodding his head and backing them up further. Slowly, they walked out of the room, Howard staring at Tony in disgust the whole time, until eventually they reached the door and stumbled out of it.


Slamming the door with a little more force than was probably necessary, Tony finally took in a proper breath, staring at the now-closed store-room and blinking rapidly. That… that sure was embarrassing.

“Well that was… embarrassing,” Bruce muttered to himself, and Tony looked over, unable to stop the huff of laughter escaping his mouth.

 “Well, I mean it’s definitely a bonding session,” Tony admitted, “nothing cements friendships faster than facing off your worst fears together, huh?”

Bruce smiled, but it was a little strained. “Guess you wanna know what that was about, huh?”

Tony thought back to Bruce’s boggart- to the distorted version of the kind, serene boy he knew- the way his teeth were bared and his fists clenched as he punched whatever he could see.

“No- not if you’re not ready to tell,” Tony answered. “You wanna know mine? Pretty sure that one’s obvious,” he added with a grimace.

Bruce just winced a little. “Not if you’re not ready to tell,” he replied softly, pushing his glasses back up his nose.

Tony just nodded, feeling a little frazzled. “Right. Good. So- we should probably tell the caretaker about the- uh- the boggart,” he said eventually, tugging at his yellow-collared robes , the ones he was and always would be proud of, no matter what anyone said.

“Lead the way,” Bruce replied, gesturing a shaky arm.




Needless to say- they were pretty much joined at the hip after that debacle.

[muffled ‘dream weaver’ playing in the background]

anonymous asked:

omfg give me that Jaspdan content 👀👀👀 my crops need the possible scenarios pls

daniel is kinda ooc but at this point it’s Too Late

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Unknown: WTF how do you deal with her??

RFA: We don’t, she deals with you

do you ever get the urge when you see the string and then his flustered face and then his–