#he just is

[mossycobblestonewrites]

DC X DP PROMPT #23

"Stop bleeding on the antique rugs, they are irreplaceable."

Danny was NOT above punting a child. Danny didn't want to be bleeding out on antique rugs. But Danny is also conscious enough to know that this is in no way his fault. It's not his fault he ended up in a cult after getting chased by GiW agents across international borders. Which was bullshit by the way - their justification was already tentative at best, and they had no business operating out of the states (they had no business operating in the states, but I digress.)

In reality, Danny only groaned at the kid.

#dc x dp #dpxdc #danny in the loa #sort of #damian is a little shit #but we love him #he just cares about things #not this random boy getting his blood everywhere #thats rude #idk why danny is in a loa base #he just is

[astaroth1357]

So Solomon's been around for a while, right? What if his vocabulary just slips through random decades with no rhyme or reason and he can't turn it off?

Imagine Solomon responding to something you said, completely straight-faced, with:

"Groovy."

#i dont know if im making him worse or better anymore #he just is #obey me #obey me shall we date #shall-we-date-obey-me #obey me solomon #obey me nightbringer #omn #omnb

[cosmicwhoreo]

I love your Captain Caviar design, him being huge as hell is very satisfying, and I am now disappointed when looking at the in-game model

it fits him so much better <3

#asks #cookie run kingdom #cookie run #crk #captain caviar cookie #He's built like a Deadlifter #i don't make the rules #he just is #top 10 images that will show up in my trial at the pearly gates

[honestlydarkprincess]

whenever you're ready

buck & bobby || rated: g || wc: 792 || read on ao3

Buck had been kind of expecting it when Bobby pulled him aside one day after shift and gently asked to speak with him.

He knew he was acting weird around the station, that he was jittery and flighty but he couldn’t help it. So far he had only told Maddie that he was bisexual and it was sitting on the tip of his tongue anytime he was around the others. He desperately wanted to tell them but he didn’t want to just blurt it out over breakfast, he wanted to tell them all individually. Buck wasn’t exactly sure why he wanted to do it like that, surely ripping off the bandaid and telling everyone at once would be easier but he felt vulnerable sharing this part of him and he wanted to do it how it felt right to him.

He felt anxious as Bobby closed the door behind them, leaving them alone in the captain’s office.

“Talk to me, Buck,” Bobby said gently, gesturing for him to have a seat in one of the chairs in front of his desk. “You’ve been jumpy for a couple days now. Is something going on, kid?”

“I— I haven’t been jumpy,” He tried, swallowing roughly when Bobby just gave him a look.

Bobby surprised him by sitting down on the chair next to him, Buck had been expecting him to sit at his desk. “I know something is going on, Buck. You don’t have to talk about it, I can’t make you, but I just want you to know that I’m here for you, no matter what it is, okay?”

Buck felt his throat go tight as tears burned at his eyes, taking him by surprise. The earnest support in Bobby’s expression made him crumble. “I— I realized something about myself the other day.”

“Okay,” Bobby said, encouraging him to continue with a nod of his head.

“I’m bisexual,” Buck said quickly, getting the words out as fast as possible.

Bobby was quiet for a moment, digesting Buck’s words and making Buck sweat. But then he was cracking a wide smile and saying, “Thank you for telling me, kid. I’m so proud of you.”

Buck felt all the tension melt away. “Yeah?”

“Yeah,” Bobby nodded. He stood up and held out his arms, unsurprised when Buck shot up and collapsed against him. Bobby tucked Buck against his chest and hugged him tightly.

“You’re sure you’re okay with it?” Buck asked. He knew that Bobby had never been anything but accepting with Hen but there was still that kernel of anxiety that sat in his chest, weighing him down.

“Of course, Buck,” Bobby reassured him. “You love who you love and that’s that. I’m glad that you’ve figured this out.”

“Me too,” Buck said, pulling away from the hug. “I feel…free in a way that I’ve never felt before,” He admitted shyly.

“Well, it’s a pretty big thing to discover so that makes sense,” Bobby said, putting his hand on Buck’s shoulder and squeezing. “So that’s why you’ve been so jumpy?”

“Yeah,” Buck looked down at his hands. “I want to tell everyone I’m just…nervous.”

“You know they’ll give you nothing but support, right?”

“I know,” Buck nodded. “I just…it’s hard to find the words, I guess. I’ve told Maddie and now you, I guess I should tell the rest of them, huh?”

“Who you tell, and when, is up to you, son. We’re your family, we’ll be here when you’re ready,” Bobby said quietly.

“Yeah, that’s what Maddie said,” Buck gave him a small smile. “I think I’m almost ready.”

“You don’t have to rush, you can let it happen when it happens,” Bobby advised. “Whatever it is you choose, just make sure it’s what’s best for you.”

Buck swallowed roughly, his throat going tight again as emotion rushed through him. He’d known Bobby would be supportive but he hadn’t expected how it would affect him, to have the man he saw as a father figure accept him with total ease, not even an ounce of hesitation. “Thank you, Bobby,” Buck said sincerely. “You have no idea what this means to me.”

Bobby just hugged him again and Buck let a breath, hugging back just as tightly. When they separated Bobby cleared his throat. “Now, go on. You must have somewhere to be on a Friday night.”

“Actually,” Buck ducked his head. “Our date is tomorrow.”

“Good for you, kid,” Bobby smiled. “You have fun and stay safe.”

“You got it, Cap,” Buck saluted, grinning as he walked to the door and let himself out of the office. He walked out of the station smiling and whistling to himself, feeling so light and carefree.

Two down, a few more to go.

#the coming out series #jess.fics #jess.writes #my writing #my fics #bobby nash #evan buckley #evan buck buckley #bobby is buck's dad #he just is #911 #911 abc #911 on abc #911 fic #911 fandom #911 spec #911 speculation #911 s7 #911 spoilers #911 abc spoilers

[lifblogs]

Kanan is the type of guy who will try and lean against a doorway to flirt with Hera, miss his placing, and slip.

#star wars #rebels #kanera #kanan jarrus #he just is

[eggcats]

seeing the phrase "al your bitches are fighting" when referring to vox and lucifer in a fanfic singlehandedly made me ship radioapple AND radiostatic together at the same time, he's got 2 hands

#hazbin hotel #alastor #vox #lucifer morningstar #radioapple #radiostatic #hazbin alastor #hazbin lucifer #hazbin vox #i very much ship radioapple but i felt like radiostatic was more one sided but now its like #theyre both his bitches and thats so funny #i dont ship lucifer and vox tho #just them both with Alastor and they fight for his attention #its even funnier if alastor doesnt even notice that he's dating them both #he just is #idk how to describe it but i ship them EXACTLY in the 'your bitches are fighting ' way now #just vox and lucifer constantly trying to show each other up for Alastor's attention and him not even noticing #meanwhile everyone else is watching like damn get your bitches in line its causing a ring wide incident- and lucifer is about to involve #the other rings out of spite pls get your bitches in line #and Alastor is just there like i made food for us all and now suddenly everyone is fine again #up until the moment he looks at one of them .1 second longer than the other #and then it restarts

[brekitten]

Bruce doesn't dream.

He never has, really - at least, not that he can remember. He never even had nightmares from the night his parents died. Maybe that's why; maybe he just subconsciously trained himself to not dream after that night, in fear of the nightmares that were sure to come. But the point is that he does not dream.

And yet.

The dream always starts out the same, every night, every time he closes his eyes and slips into the embrace of sleep. He's in a pitch-black room, one so dark that he can't see his hands even when he raises them right in front of his face. He knows, somehow, that he can walk for hours without coming into contact with anything - walls, furniture, anything at all to indicate that he was even in a room. Yet he knows that he is, although he's not sure why, as there really is no reason for him to know that.

The dream changes, after a while of walking. He knows that he won't find anything, no matter how far or how long he walks. This place is empty, desolate even. It fills him with dread every time. The change is never consistent, always bringing him to a different place each night.

(Once, it was a dusty old bedroom, one that made his heart ache, although he didn't know why. He had taken notice of the various space-themed decorations, the model rockets and NASA posters and stars on the ceiling. It was clearly a child's bedroom, but it hadn't been used in a long time. Another time, it was a darkened lab, illuminated only by the strange vials of green liquid lined along the many, many shelves. Bruce had wondered, after he had awoken, if it was Lazarus Water, but that felt wrong. It was something else. Something more. It had made him uneasy, and he got the feeling that something terrible had happened there. He didn't get a chance to investigate the gaping hole in the wall before he had been whisked away to another part of the dream.)

This time, he is in a brightly-lit white lab, and he has to blink stars out of his eyes at the abrupt change in lighting and color. He looks around; it seems like a typical lab, but everything is pure white, except for a green stain on the table. He can feel bile rising in his throat at the sight of the cuffs on the table, and though he still doesn't know what the green substance is, he gets the horrible feeling that it's blood. A lot of it.

He uses what little time he has to investigate the lab. There is an abundance of medical supplies, but many look unused, with the exception of the scalpels. The pit in his stomach continues to grow. Why were there so many? He reaches toward a vial of red liquid, wrong wrong wrong this is wrong, when the dream changes again.

Now he's in what is clearly a cell, except even the cells in Arkham aren't this bare. The only thing it contains is a familiar white-haired teenager, who is chained to the floor with cuffs that glow the same green as the vials of Lazarus Water that he's seen before.

Though Bruce has never learned his name, he has been in every dream, the one constant (besides the empty room, of course) in each one. The kid has never spoken, never done more than watch, but Bruce has always gotten the feeling that he was the reason for these strange dreams.

He knows that he should be more worried. If some kind of meta has managed to get inside his head, there's no telling what could happen. But he can't bring himself to be. Something is wrong, and it's not the teenager.

He can't help but think of his own children.

Something feels . . . off this time. The kid isn't looking up, isn't even moving - he seems limp, almost, as he kneels on the ground, weighed down by the chains keeping him there. Green blood - Bruce knows it's blood now, it has to be - drips from his still figure, pooling on the ground underneath him.

Bruce can't move. He desperately wants to, what could he even do? but it's like he's frozen in place. He can only watch as the teenager slowly, agonizingly, looks up at him, his bright green eyes dull and filled with fear and desperation and hope and -

Bruce wakes.

#dp x dc #dp x dc prompt #bruce wayne #danny fenton #dreams #angst #tw blood #it's technically ectoplasm but better safe than sorry #man it's been a while since i've done a prompt #it's a long one #idk where the inspiration for this even came from #thought it would be neat if danny keeps showing up in bruce's dreams asking for help #it turned into this #also danny got captured by the giw #idk why bruce is getting these dreams #he just is #so the big empty room is supposed to represent danny's thoughts and feelings of hopelessness and empitness #i think #it's supposed to be symbolic #idk if anyone got that but oh well #also that was danny's bedroom and the fenton's lab #which is more obvious than the big empty room lol #why is writing in present tense so hard tho #i guess i'm just used to writing in past tense #oh well #enjoy

[that-really-dungeons-my-dragons]

Gill, when they're trying to figure out which heart is Chip's, "I'm very familiar with this object."

WE KNOW, GILLION.

#jrwi fnc #jrwi riptide #he just wants everyone to know that he is familiar with chip's heart ok #no reason #he just is

[rat-ttinkle-ddinkle]

dailywisdom 4 part 1

#star trek #star trek fanart #bones mccoy #leonard mccoy #hes a squirrel #he just is #dailywisdom #art

[maxsix]

#this destroyed my macbook #worth it #seungcheol #choi seungcheol #s coups #seventeen #svt s coups #maxsixedit #svt #he is just #he just is #you know what i mean

[the-dumbass-demigod]

SOMEONE NEEDS TO GET THIS CHILD AN AWARD, NVM ALL THE AWARDS, THEY ALL GO TO WALKER SCOBELL, HES THE PERFECT GREMLIN CHILD FOR PERCY, HE IS PERCY

#pjo tv show #percy jackson #percy jackon and the olympians #walker scobell #this gremlin child needs an oscar #or something #he is percy jackson #theres not aruging #at all #he just is #DEAL with it

[p-vipers-art]

couldnt wait for the end of the semester

i was going to watercolor it but i went marker crazy

Once again based off @poorly-drawn-mdzs drawing!! Still one of my fav artists

#mdzs #wei wuxian #in the wise words of my roommate: why he blue? #he just is

[shimmyshimster]

please someone out there inform me that you like el bailador from uty as much as i do im so sad he only appears TWO TIMEZ in the WHOLE GAME like my boy deserves so much more i love him and his battle mechanics way too much....

#hes also oddly relatable #dont ask me how #he just is #and i love him for that #el bailador #uty rant #ut yellow #uty el bailador #undertale yellow el bailador #undertale yellow #uty

[cingulata]

This is so funny to me (even though they forgot about Lips)

#lips is the elusive fifth beatle #like not even as a costume #he just is #muppets #the muppets #the electric mayhem #halloween #the beatles

[bucketfullofstrawberries]

Doofenshmirtz is such a valid fucking Narrator design, change my mind.

#tspud #the stanley parable #tspud narrator #stanley parable #tsp #tsp narrator #dr doofenshmirtz #heinz doofenshmirtz #he just IS

[demisexual-eddie-diaz]

I think Ryan Guzman has been watching too much Bridgerton.

#ryan guzman #eddie diaz #9 1 1 abc #evan buckley #eddie and buck #buddie #oliver stark #like what #what was that #he just is #i mean #he sounded like Anthony Bridgerton #literally #anthony bridgerton #i love you to the core #what the fuck #how can I be normal about this #anyways