bobcatrobot

24 he/they 🏳️‍🌈 I'm stuck in the walls of my childhood bedroom

[badcatrobot]

The back of my sketchbook is a hellscape of my own design

[laswells-ashtray]

PriceSoap conversation but it's just,

"Can I be frank with you, sunshine?"

"A expected ye tae be John wae me, bit that's awright."

[laswells-ashtray]

"It's fuckin foonerin oot there."

"English?"

"It's chankin, ye prick."

"Still not there."

"It's baltic, ye English bastard."

"Almost."

"It's cauld."

"Better."

"A'll better ye, twistit wee fanny."

[badcatrobot]

It's almost dawn after an OP gone wrong. Soap was leading bravo-team while ghost was on overwatch with alpha-team. Soap failed to clear a room. One single side room in the safehouse and all hell broke loose. Most of bravo-team made it out alive, some scratched up, some in medical awaiting evacs back to base. Soap, stubborn as ever has decided that he deserves the pain. His decided it's punishment for failure, so instead of going to medical like Price ordered he's on the floor in the showers with a cigarette hanging between his lips, his elbows on his knees. He's too far into his own misery to register footsteps approaching, too consumed by the aches from the cuts and bruises covering his body to register ghost's voice, slow and steady, "Johnny, eyes up." When soap doesn't respond, doesn't move, ghost crouches infront of him. Those big, gloved hands settle on soaps shoulders, pressing his thumbs into the stained fabric of soaps favourite shirt. Only then does soap look up, "Si... I didn't hear ye." *Soap mumbles, but he's already moving, spreading his knees so ghost can come closer, his own hands coming up to rest on ghost's waist. He's alive. That's all he needs to remember, he's alive. "Breathe, Johnny. Just breathe." *Ghost says quietly, his voice gravely and heavy, even as he settles in against soap. Pulling the Scot against his chest, neither says anything else. The cigarette falls from soaps lips, the ember dying in a few drops of water.

[epicsause-official]

as a cis guy, when presented with the "99% you get a ton of money, 1% you turn into a girl" it honestly would be dumb to not hit that button until it breaks. like ok now i have 100 bajillion dollars and gender dysphoria. big deal. i have all the money in the world to turn me back into a guy. like with that kind of money i could have obama do me a phalloplasty. he wouldnt be able to do it as he isnt a surgeon but the point still stands

[biggestcommunismbuilder]

Okay but hear me out OP, what if the button does the genie wish thing and it flips your internal experience of gender but doesn't change any of your external sex characteristics? This isn't even a gotcha, I'm just actually curious

[epicsause-official]

well in that case i still end up with the "shitload of money & gender dysphoria" combo but this time obama is doing a vaginoplasty instead

[cameoappearance]

#all roads lead to obama bottom surgery (via epicsause-official)

[paulgadzikowski]

"Then transition."

[eunnieboo]

[nerdybitch]

John's superpower is actually just rage baiting the fuck outta people and it always works

[badcatrobot]

In light of my recent knee injury. Have some call of duty agnst.

Soap who just started using his knee brace. frustrated and sobbing because everytime he stands up it slides down his thigh and ghost who is patiently reading him the instructions and helping him learn to walk with it, to sit and stand up with it. Soap who is absolutely wrecked because he went from perfectly healthy to disabled within minutes and ghost who refuses to leave soaps side while he learns to be a person again.

[tarantulao]

I had no internet during my 12 hour shift so I spent half of my day drawing Sabretooth with big ti- PECS. Tumblr have mercy

So yeah, that's a sketch from my sketchbook I colored in Ibis Paint.

[mavmivva]

"God must have heard me that night"

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[ratk1ngg]

night at the mansion.

[puuuders]

I want to be the raging stage 4 cancer cells inside of his chain smoking bitch ass lungs

[cinisinfernum]

Tumblr culture is wanting to get DMs while being too afraid to dm others

[nicisdoingfine]

Me going to comic con asking everyone in a beige trenchcoat if theyre John Constantine

[badcatrobot]

Everyone I asked was Castiel

[scrambled-eggsed]

Not gonna lie to you. logan suffered more than jesus

[abcdfghjklmpqrobin]

Batman starting to suspect that Captain Marvel is actually a human teen, and using all of his knowledge as a father of seven to prove his theory.

Batman, in a room full of –supposedly– adult Superheroes:... the villains then destroyed the building and took three people hostage, which, if I may add, was just so... Skibidi.

Captain Marvel: *cringes*

Batman, eyes narrowing: ...Fortunately, they weren't standing on business. Superman and I were able to track them back to their hideout and rescue the hostages. No major aura losses. We slayed.

Captain Marvel: *cringes harder*

Batman, with the glint of victory in his eyes:... Guess you could say they couldn't handle our rizz maxxing.

Captain Marvel, covering his face in second hand embarrassment: dude...

*Later, in the cave*

Bruce: I have confirmation on Captain Marvel's identity being a human on the younger side, probably a teen or pre-teen.

Jason: How did you even confirmed that?

Batman: I talked Gen Z to him.

*Both Tim and Damian groaning*

Jason, blinking: You 'talked Gen Z to him'? The fuck does that mean?

Tim: Don't make him demonstrate...

Dick: He uses Gen Z slang. Kids hate it.

Jason: Are you serious? That's it?

Damian: Don't underestimate his tactic, Todd. It's... oddly effective.

Bruce, smiling: What can I say, I'm a sigma, I never take an L.

*everyone having a full-body cringe*

Jason: Holy shit, nevermind, I get it.

Bruce: W plan for real, chat

Jason: Okay, stop.

Bruce: Can't. I'm in my rizzler dad era.

Jason: I will skin myself with Damian's katana.

*Meanwhile*

Green Lantern: So.. Did anyone understand Spooky's report today?

Flash: Not a damn word.

Superman: I would like to clarify. I didn't slay anyone, I was very gentle.

[ifanyoneasksyoudontknowme]

*at the X mansion*

Wade, walks in solemnly: "Hello Hank."

Beast: "....huh?"

Wade: "Hello Colossus."

Colossus: ...?

Wade, breathes deep: "Hello Logan..."

Logan: "Um... what?"

Wade, sighs: "I have been banned from using any and all nicknames."

Logan, smirks: "And when did that miracle happen."

Wade: "After my toddler called my boyfriend 'Baby Boy' this morning...."