#but have it

[radiance1]

Danny: Every invite to this event has been declined.

Vlad: What? Let me see that- [snatches them from Danny]

[Dramatic bg music starts playing]

Vlad: SELINA KYLE SAID NO!?

[Dramatic sound effect plays as Vlad rips open another letter]

Vlad: OLIVER QUEEN SAID NO!?

[Another sound effect, as he rips open the third]

Vlad: Ra's Al Ghul said no? Oh well, it's not that much of a loss, really.

[Vlad carefully opens the last letter, desperately hoping for it to actually be a positive instead of a negative]

Vlad: Oh, my Ancients. ALFRED PENNYSWORTH SAID NO! [Vlad falls to his knees, utterly heartbroken and despairing over the news.]

Danny shrugs: So what? You can always try next time or something.

Vlad: [Rereads the letter]

Vlad: Timothy Drake Wayne also declined your invitation to this event.

Danny: What!? Let me see that.

Danny Oh my god, he did.

Danny collapses onto his knees alongside Vlad, both despairing at their own misfortune.

#dc x dp #dp x dc #dpxdc #dp x dc crossover #dcxdp #dc x dp crossover #Idk what caused this one #But have it

[venusbby]

the reddish pink color on his cheeks makes your heart warm, until he not so gently smother your face with the same colored powder, making you yelp and try to run.

"oh my god. you're absolutely sick for this, rin!"

"don't like the taste of your own medicine, pretty?"

his pink stained hands are quick to grab you by the waist and pull you back, his front flush against you from behind as he leaves a playful kiss on your ear, wiping away some of the red powder on your cheek, which results in making it worse as it spreads more. you whine, thinking about all the time you had spent doing your light makeup today, just for your entire face to be colored so soon before you could even get any good pictures.

"at least you look cute! you made me look like a monster." you glare at him as you crane your neck and look back, your eyes trailing from his teal ones to the red spots on his pale cheeks, your hands coming up to cup his face as you turn around to completely face him.

rin seems more carefree during this than you had ever expected him to be.

he slowly wraps his arms around you, until your noses touch and he can see your eyelashes covered in colored powder. his lips stay pressed in a thin line, yet the amusement in his eyes is enough to make you huff in annoyance.

"you look cute too." he says, earning another enjoyable reaction from you— your hand smacking his chest repeatedly (lightly, he knows you'd never ever hit him for real.) as you groan.

his white clothes are now covered in various colors, mostly red— matching your face.

"you know what," you finally declare after a few more minutes of him teasingly staring at you and ignoring your tantrum about how he's messed up your face too early for today.

"if i'm gonna be red, so are you."

your sentence isn't even finished and he's already furrowing his eyebrows, watching you as you lean in. in that split second his eyes dart from your eyes to your lips, thinking it's a kiss. but it's all a very good act from your side, because what happens next makes him feel a certain way that he can't even bring himself to explain. he feels your arms locking around his neck and smells your familiar perfume even in the fresh air of the garden that everyone is currently coloring up with yellows and reds along with various others.

you laugh into his ear as you quickly rub your cheek against his, most of the red shade transferring from your skin to his— doing the same to his other cheek, your hands buried in his hair as you hold him in place. he doesn't have the time to register it until you finally pull a few inches away and lean in again to peck his lips, your eyes sparkling with the same amusement he felt earlier.

rin is speechless, mouth agape, cheeks now red. they're probably naturally red too, under all that powder. his heart races.

"told you. now you look even cuter. happy holi, rinnie." you say with a sweet voice, before patting his cheek softly, lovingly and turning around to go celebrate this colorful festival with your other friends who have already gotten their hands on water-guns and water balloons. your beautiful laugh, his favourite laugh in the entire world, increases in volume as you try to avoid being the first target.

he stands there for a moment, staring at you as you walk away and start playing with the entire group. he watches you race around the garden, your white kurta slowly getting more and more colorful as you get attacked with colored water. his hands miss holding you already.

so he chases after you, his lips in a very subtle smirk, acting as if he's here to cover you and protect you from the colors, but with a water balloon secretly in his hand as he plans on getting you back.

#idk what this is #but have it #bc im bored and practising writing #😋😋😋🙏🙏🙏 #desi bitches unite again #blue lock #blue lock manga #blue lock x reader #blue lock headcanons #blue lock fluff #itoshi rin x y/n #itoshi rin x you #itoshi rin x reader #rin itoshi #itoshi rin #itoshi rin fluff #itoshi rin imagines #itoshi rin headcanons #desi reader #yjhd inspired bc i just finished the movie #balam pichkari joh tune mujhe maari 🫶

[osamusbigtits]

osamu in a trashy little punk band and suna who's atsumu's best friend. they're both jocks and suna thinks osamu is edgy and annoying. suna finds himself at a punk show where osamu is playing and falls in love.

#break in jjk posting #this is not. a well throught out idea #jdksndk #but have it #bex thoughts #hq #sunaosa

[hrzwrm]

always been handy with the pliers

#hiiiiiii i feel normally about that old man #this is p old and i never finished it #but have it #art #digital art #fanart #the tick #the tick 2016 #the terror #blood #gore

[spinrekiyo]

Bro saved a bug

#i hate this piece #but have it #korekiyo shinguji #tenkiyo #drv3 korekiyo #korekiyo #korekiyo hcs

[littleragondin]

For that blorbo thingy, do your fav at the moment please 🙏

I won't even try to make any excuse for myself at this point, but here have my current unexpected obsession I G U E S S ( 〃▽〃)

#I don't know what the fuck happened to me there #but HAVE IT #(everyone is being so smart about the show and here I am) #(brain going bbbrrrrrrrrr for the goddamn catholic brother) #(I didn't even make the gif for the game I have just been randomly giffing his face that's where we are currently someone help) #Shadow the series #the ragondin answers #gifs

[tactlesstuesdays]

so i wrote smthn (one chapter) ages ago for this fic idea i had with teacher bose and parent mika so in absence of my writing, have this old piece of work that i don't like

Bose had never wanted to be a teacher. Seriously. The profession had never once crossed any corner of his mind. It's just that when he got to University, there had been a teacher training course and he'd thought fuck it. He was informed he had the capability (something he'd never been told before; he was basically putty in the Head of Education's hands then) and he took a course in Education and learnt to teach the youth. Because how hard could it be?

Of course, he knows now how hard it is. He's addicted to coffee, his eyes permanently glazed over until his body is buzzing with the addictive caffeine. Parents never have any spatial awareness because no, he doesn't want to discuss their kid's behaviour at nine in the evening. Plus, Bose has never enjoyed being the centre of attention. He's cried at every single birthday party he's ever had and his parents just kept on inviting more and more and more. It got him the nickname Blubbering Bose; not his finest moment, definitely.

Though it wasn't all bad. At any holiday, he'd trek home with his baskets full to the brim of chocolates, candies, anything festive at all, and a favourite teacher mug. Since he started teaching, he's never had to buy any of his own mugs. Some kids are genuinely surprising, too; it was no surprise to have a few nutcases or bad eggs, but an academically thriving child was a rainbow after a fucking storm. Sure, he only taught second grade, but he knew a brain box when he met one. Like this one kid, 'Theo' was an absolute whizz, destined to be one of the greats and, if given the chance, could teach the class a whole lot better than Bose could. Bose had only known the kid for one semester (his old school offered a lower salary than his current one, so a transfer was inevitable), but he was incredible. Just like she was, presumably, still is. Bose hoped she was doing well.

But all of that couldn't efface the day every teacher dreads. Parent's evening. It'd be alright if the parents didn't consider themselves as entitled snobs just because they didn't choose to teach as a profession. Bose is half way certain that if they could, they'd make him eat his degree and overall regret his entire higher education. He tends to give them the benefit of the doubt.

Too kind for your own good.

Bose pauses. Stuck at this classroom's sink. His mug half haphazardly lowered in the sink, coffee still swimming in it. He loathed the way her voice sounds now. Distorted and ugly. Something that his memory doesn't allow her to be. She could've broken his bones. Over and over. Could've broken every single 206 of them and he'd have still crumpled at her feet and beg forgiveness. She wouldn't allow him, though. Too kind to be wicked. Too ambitious to stay. He rolls his head on his neck, enjoying the low crack that follows. She wasn't wicked. He had to stop portraying her like that.

Bose crashes his cup down with a thud before deserting the sink. His mind still swirling. The room is loud and eerily echoing with the parents muddled in the room and teachers verbally bashing children politely, or atleast as much as they can. Bose forces a tight line on his lips to avoid a harsh bark of laughter. He glances down with shaking hands at the stack of papers. Ranging from actual important information on the children to drawings done secretly in lesson time that they can't scold for because it would hinder creativity. Bose clicks his tongue. The kids couldn't even draw a stickman if they wanted to.

With his brows furrowed, his eyes begin to brush the children's printed names, blurring red lines pierced through all the previous names. A name sits neatly on the page 'Theodore Buckley'. The grin that frames his cheeks in a precise crease is implausible. Theodore is easy to brag about. He doesn't know the parents' names. Theodore doesn't talk much about them. Refusing to if mentioned. And if Bose was to overhear Theo's conversation, only his Mom would receive a pedestal. His father was vacant in everything.

A sharp and unexpected cough pierced the silence that had started to swarm Bose. Bose's heart leapt to choke his throat and his fingers froze. He cautiously raised his head to the source of the sound. His face automatically slack and his eyes bulging out of the sockets.

Shit.

"Mika?"

#danger force #bose o'brien #mika macklin #writing #bomika #i hate this #but have it #just because i feel bad #teacher bose tho #also my hatred for the school system #and parents evening

[sunkiie]

I just think they're neat !

#this . took me longer than it should have #lazy background #my bad #LFMAHBJDFS #I love love love Her #I hate shading fabric though #But have it #red son #Lego monkie kid #red son lego monkie kid #hong hai'er #art #sunkart

[bastardtrait]

☀️ 𝕤𝕚𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕣 𝕤𝕦𝕞𝕞𝕖𝕣 '𝟚𝟚 ☀️

beach babes ~ fruit

“...well, this isn’t the weirdest fruit-related dream I’ve ever had.”

#sims 4 #simblr #simblr summer 22 #raven nova #not sure why this is the first thing i thought of #but have it #shoots #beachbabes2022

[vullcanica]

Unnecessarily ranking my muses' sleeping habits because it's 3 am so evidently mine are shit.

Sally - Sleeps. Light sleeper, fast reflexes, gun under the pillow. Naps at her nightshift job like your dad does at 10 pm in front of the tv - arms crossed, chin on her chest, scowling for some reason.

Vannie - Sleeps. Like a human, actually, just during the day. Why buy an overpriced coffin when you can get a beautiful four poster with thick drapes for the same price and just put it in the basement?? Sorry to other vampires but she's different. Does it look like a sex dungeon, yes, but some ladies are into that.

Silas - Sleeps. Full mountain man style. Log-like, often nude, no covers, face down and at constant risk of suffocation. The feral urge to Burrow TM. Snores like a woodchipper.

The Guide - Sleeps? Doesn't slumber. Her situation is very 'raised by wolves' so she adopted some part of the wraiths' lifestyle after her memory loss. Sort of stands or sits motionless, eyes open. Fully checked out. Has perfected the art of napping during council meetings.

Matthew - Do dreams sleep? No, but human habits are hard to kick. He still curls up in the library and rests his eyes from time to time.

Constance - Doesn't sleep. Though he does occasionally wander into the Tower's depths and re-emerge days later with newfound wisdom from the entity's omniscience. Kind of like a robot vacuum automatically going to its lil stand to charge before scuttling off again. A man has to embark on a road to enlightenment from time to time.

Nikodemus - Does being dead count? Horribly disordered sleeper unbothered with shit like comfortability or safety. It's a cointoss whenever he knocks out randomly - you could be looking at minutes or days. Though these days he's still riding the high from that one 50 year nap he took in the 100s AD. Known to sleepwalk and talk on rare occasion.

Lumen - :)

#i'm not even sure how to tag this #but have it #gen || HEADCANONS

[radiance1]

Call them the triple threat because if they wanted to, they could be a massive threat lmao.

Danny, Vlad, Dan.

Three cats, all held up in different cities.

Danny, Head of one of the many cat Familias in Gotham city.

Vlad, the actual CEO of a massive business corporation that rivals both Wayne Tech and Lexcorp.

Dan, well. Uh. He just wanders around if I'm going to be honest.

ANYWHO.

Alien invasion, go.

The Justice League is dealing with the heart of the issue, and Danny, Vlad, and Dan?

Well, uh.

Dan kinda just goes absolutely ballistic. He doesn't care that he's a cat, he still has basically all of his powers and his durability, so he's just ripping and tearing at everything he can get his paws on.

Danny, currently stationed in Gotham, is fighting with whatever batclan member was left in the city for its defense. Kevin is also there, despite Danny's insistence for him to stay at base, he's immortal so it's fine.

Vlad, the guy using the current CEO as a puppet for his business, is watching from his penthouse everything that's happening. Not really determined to lift a finger so much as to bat away anything that comes to close. But then his puppet is worrying about the people outside, and that worrying is causing him to be anxious and his puppet is annoying when anxious so he guesses he'll go down there and help or whatever.

#dc x dp #dp x dc #dp x dc crossover #dpxdc #dcxdp #dc x dp crossover #Honestly dunno what this one is #But have it

[nurfhurdur]

"Does it ever....I dunno....bother you?"

Lightning wasn't sure how to phrase the question correctly. How to put those kinds of feelings into words.

With his shoulder leaning into the rail of the porch, which he'd replaced several years ago with that composite material they'd created to look like wood, Smokey looked away from the sheets of rain that threatened to flood the driveway. "Does what bother me?"

"Well.....that-....you're all that's left-"

What a stupid question, Lightning thought upon speaking. Of course he would be upset, he was the only one left of a family of five. He had been the only one left for decades, or so he had thought until recently. And then that hadn't lasted very long anyway...

Henry- Smokey, because that's who he was to this kid, eyed him quietly a moment. The Georgia heat was different than out west, despite the rain dropping the temperature. McQueen's hair curled a bit in the humidity and stuck to his forehead and neck. A breeze blew warm mist under the porch, just enough to make everything feel a little sticky and uncomfortable to the Piston driver, but to someone who had lived there their entire life, it was refreshing after a day of earth baking sun.

To see the kid sitting there watching him patiently, blue eyes curious, if somewhat hesitant, in expectation of a reply.

For just a moment it was almost as if-....

What was he supposed to say? He couldn't unload years of heartache and resentment on this kid. Who in the public eye refused to hear anything negative of his late mentor.

He couldn't say that all he had were some black and white photos, hanging in a room that hadn't been used since 1953. Some of them reprinted and gifted to him for Christmas one year from his daughter. The originals so brittle and turned yellow over time they'd been carefully stowed away in a heavy album. Letters tacked to the cork board in his garage, relating pride in the kid that now sat on the porch with him.

Nothing ever put to paper about how their lives had been ripped apart when they were still just kids and too young to face the world alone.

Nothing on paper about Ruth.

Nothing about the fact that Doc- Jesse, was dying.

It didn't matter that those things had been said in private conversations over the phone. Saying it wasn't the same as writing it. At least on paper it was wholy acknowledged. Final.

He'd lashed out at his younger brother, only once, over the situation. That Jesse was still running, unwilling to face the fact that he'd royally screwed things up with the one person left that should have been in that ever shrinking circle of those that matter most.

And he'd carried the weight for years, the weight of getting through both their parents burials, burying Ruth and then assuming Jesse dead two years later.

He hadn't even gotten anything from him.

And maybe that was selfish, to expect something to be willed to him, but he'd given just about everything he had and it hadn't been good enough. Jesse had left and never looked back.

And then when he thought he had him back, Jesse had died and never looked back.

The Hornet sat in Arizona. Maybe it was presumptuous to assume he had any right to it. The kid beside him deserved it too, but even just to drive it....to maybe have a link to a small portion of his life for just a moment...

Not even his brother's degree, that sat behind glass in a racing museum he'd never see. Just around the corner from the car he would never see again, he had no interest in traveling that far.

Hurts he'd kept buried lay right there, waiting to be said, wanting to be said. He pushed the bitter feeling back where it had resided for years. Only one person had ever heard the full pain of his heart.

Well.... unless you counted headstones....

He shifted, pulled off his ball cap and brushed his forearm across his brow before putting it back on and looked back out toward the driveway.

"Yeah. 'Course it does."

#i don't know where this came from #but have it #cars fanfiction #cars fanfic #cars fandom #lightning mcqueen #my writing #henry hudson

[gldenhrs]

*    ◟  open starter    /  paramount studios in los angeles  , 10:34pm .  ​​

                          it was supposed to be   a peaceful evening of shooting for her upcoming movie , but the whole thing quickly turns sour the second the actress spots her  estranged mother  , per usual showing up unannounced .  long have passed the days where mia genuinely believed her mother  cared more  about her well being than the money she was earning ,  where she would make up excuses for her cold behavior ,  her selfishness  , the family’s reckless spending of every dime the young actress earned ....  now , two years after the incident with the  insider magazine  where her family exposed all her secrets  &  tried to paint a picture of her as  the ultimate villain  of the story , she has learned her lesson the hard way .  she knows why catherine is here tonight , undoubtedly to try  &  get herself into her daughter’s good graces because  the money is drying up  .  so after all the pleas  &  the fake tears ,  with mia giving the final no as an answer , the woman goes ballistic as expected .  softness disappears from her tone as she starts shouting , each word like  a lash of beating  that the blonde’s more than used to hear .  they’re causing a scene , undoubtedly .  ❝  who the hell do you think you are , huh ?  how dare you treat me this way ,  you ungrateful little bitch !  have you forgotten who put you here ??  you wouldn’t be here without me , without us you’re nothing !   nothing  ,  you hear me !!  ❝   catherine isn’t backing down despite her daughter’s tears , if anything , it seems to fuel her more as she starts pushing her around , the fact mia’s not fighting back giving her some kind of  twisted pleasure  . 

#hillzhqstart #tw : violence #tw : harsh language #ok so obvi .... THIS IS SO EMO #BUT HAVE IT #figured its time for yall to see the behind the scenes of america's sweetheart *cue sad violion*

[thefvrious]

@prettytm said -> "Care to dance?"

It's one of their friend's weddings and Frank's happy to be seated at the table with Billy, happy to have an open bar, happy to have his mind occupied by something pleasant for once. He's had about fifteen fruity little drinks, but who's counting? And his face hurts from the laughing, the smiling.

The boys look nice in their dress blues, and Frank's gaze keeps wandering over to Billy. He rolls the end of one of those little plastic umbrellas around in his mouth, tries not to stare, but god dammit if this setting doesn't just put him right in his feelings for the pretty bastard.

Could be us, he thinks but doesn't say because, ultimately, what's the point? it's not. It probably never can be. Frank's got to settle for what the fuck ever it is that really exists between the two of them.

Right when Frank thinks Billy can't surprise him any more, the charming, beautiful bastard is looking at him with a glimmer in those black eyes and that fucking smile that makes everyone weak in the knees, asking him if he wants to dance. And Frank Castle is not a dancer, not by any means, but how can he resist?

He's smiling again, nodding, pushing himself up before holding a hand out to Billy. His turn to be surprised, maybe. "C'mon then, gorgeous. Show me if you got any rhythm in that body of yours."

#idk what universe or au or whatever this exists in #but have it #frank castle ~ thread #frank x billy #prettytm

[its-tortle]

hiii luisa! hope you're having a lovely day <3

nadiya my love!! thank you!! our wifi is still down and i'm a bit tired m but i went on a little jog this morning and am planning on finishing my bronte and then i am getting coffee with a friend later and i tried a new outfit combo and i feel so cute so all in all this is a win for the girls :)

#this is such a run un sentence lmao #but have it #ily!!! #mutuals (affectionate) #tortle answers

[cfprinces]

“  you’re  not  as  discrete  as  you  may  think,  ”  he  announces,  voice  echoing  through  the  large  room  as  he  drops  his  pen  against  the  grain  and  leans  back  into  his  chair,  never  looking  into  their  direction.  he’d  been  attempting  to  compose  a  letter  for  what  felt  like  an  eternity  and  had  failed  miserably  every  time.  a  few  sentences  would  be  written  only  to  be  scribbled  out,  paper  wadded  and  tossed  onto  the  ground  next  to  where  he  sat.  nothing  felt  quite  right  so  maybe  no  word  was  better  than  the  wrong  ones. “  curious,  are  you?  ”

#1642hqintro #i actually don't know what this is #but have it #also! #if you have plotting ideas pls feel free to message me<3