D O W N with the F A L L E N

indie | semi-selective | written by ren

[birdb0yw0nder]

this is not like the jedi mind trick

[blvegraceson]

@crimsvnbolt

[blvegraceson]

▌│█║▌║▌║tentative starter call ║▌║▌║█│▌

[crimsvnbolt]

👍👍👍👍👀👀👀👀❤❤❤❤😍😍😍💯💯💯💯💯🍑🍑🍑🍑🍑

[blvegraceson]

( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

[jayceart]

I miss season one you guys 💛❤️

[absolute-0zero]

Do you think Wally and Dick have any wedding pictures?

They do now!!

Me (an intellectual) : *literally drawing a wedding and a rainbow flag in the same image* Ha… Hah… Gay…

[crimsvnbolt]

@blvegraceson

[xindomitam-archive]

I want to RP real shit in a ship. I want the fights, the tears, the late nights with pillowtalk, the dumb discussion and small intimate moments, the duties and the nights ordering food because they’re too lazy to cook anything. i want disagreements and fooling around, being silly. i want the trips to places, to an amusement park, to a boring art museum one of them wanted to go, to the mall, roadtrips, lazy mornings and early, hurried mornings. little scares, silly texting when they’re apart, whining about things to eachother, night cuddles and nights where they don’t even touch because of a disagreement. I want the cute nights in, and the nights out. I want to see the pairing grow, I want it to take time and be complex, i want it to be factible, and not a fairytale. I want the good and the bad that comes with a relationship.

[i-hate-richpeople-deactivated20]

[blvegraceson]

[truly the boldest move they could make in YJ season four would be to give Dick his fingerstripes]

[akanekari]

FINGERSTRIPES

[absolute-0zero]

Some things just don't change, take out the videogames add some ice cream, it's basically the exact same thing as last time I drew them on that couch,

(I kinda wanna go back and redraw the first one-)

[blvegraceson]

((entire cause of death was season 3. not perfect but God I love it))

[akoichoi]

[theargylegargoyle]

Reblog if you think it’s okay to platonically say “I Love You” to your friends

[blvegraceson]

purrsandwhips·:

     “Agreed.” Brute force wasn’t key in this situation, and although Selina trusted Bruce with her life, Nightwing was better equipped for getting people out quickly and quietly. Not to mention that the location in question fell in his territory anyway. 

     “We should go quickly and cautiously. The last thing we want is to get caught.” Selina stood, dusted off the back of her suit, and straightened her goggles. “It’s on the north end –– do you want to cross the city together or meet over there?”

“Meet me there. I’m going to make a stop to get supplies for the girls. Drop a pin on the location here,” Dick said as he slipped a small device out of his pocket, a thin sort of tablet with a transparent screen that could easily fit in the pouch of her belt. “I’ll be there within the hour. Don’t go in without me.” 

With that, Dick gave her one last nod before standing up off the edge of the roof. He took a running start toward the adjacent side, leaping off without a twitch of hesitation. Only moments later, he was shooting his grappling hook to the next building over, soaring above the city and disappearing into the labyrinth of concrete and light. 

[blvegraceson]

leagueheir·:

robin narrows his eyes slightly , head canting to the side as he listens to him. damian is more than a little irritated , honestly. he’s bordering on infuriated. it’s almost like bruce forgets he’s been going on missions since he was five , that he’s been KILLING since he was three. he doesn’t need the supervision of one of his father’s wards.          “ there are five minutes left on the download time , nightwing. i cannot wrap it up until i have all the intel i need. “          maybe he’s bending the truth slightly. if he pressed a few buttons , he’d have it downloaded immediately. he’s just being petty.

“Well then,” Dick grins as he all-too-nonchallantly leans back against the door. “I guess we’ve got five minutes to kill.” It’s not entirely to get on Damian’s nerves, though he’d be lying if he said that it isn’t a leading factor. As relaxed as he may seem, every sense is alive and calculating, aware of any sign that they may be caught. He positions himself at the door as a first line of defense. The kid can hold his own if they’re ambushed, Dick knows that well at this point, but he needs to be able to get out with the intel should anything go wrong. And, to reiterated, it’s fun to get on Damian’s nerves a bit. “Know any good waiting games? How about twenty questions? You start.” 

[blvegraceson]

▌│█║▌║▌║ @not-batgirl continued from (x) ║▌║▌║█│▌

In all honesty, Dick could have fallen asleep right there, and he was perfectly happy to. It was no secret between him and Barbara, or really anyone that knew him well, just how weak he was for having his head scratched and his hair played with. Wally knew all too well that if Dick got half the chance he’d drop his head in his lap in silent demand for some attention. However, he’d freely admit it - Barbara gave the best head massages, no context. 

Which was why he was all the more disappointed and betrayed when the impromptu massage session came to a prompt end. He dramatically rolled off of Barbara’s lap and onto the floor, laying splayed out on the carpet. “Well damn, no need to get so upset-ero,” he retorted with a grin. 

[not-barbara]

Barbara narrowed her eyes at Dick, not only cause she was upset-ero but also for failing at coming up with another word-ero. “Shut up,” she said smiling, extending her arms to help him up.

“I really need you to go though. Gotta sleep for a few hours, then wake up and get ready for a brunch date. Maybe you and Wally could meet him one day. Any suggestions for drink waker upers?”

[blvegraceson]

“Alright, alright,” Dick laughed, raising his hands up in surrender before sitting up from his place sprawled out on the floor like a Victorian lady having a fainting spell - maybe Barbara should have gotten some smelling salts. “I’ve gotta get back soon, anyway. Promised Wally I’d get the house cleaned up before he got home from Central - and that hasn’t happened. Like, at all,” he shook his head. 

Plucking himself off the floor, Dick began to gather his things - his jacket, his bag, and all of the case files he’d been going over with Babs before they’d dissolved into goofing off. “Anything but Red Bull, at least not first thing in the morning. Last time I tried that after an all nighter, I’m pretty sure I slept walked through the whole day. Just go for coffee. I’d like that though, meeting him. We could do a double date, takes the pressure off a bit.”

[stardustrobin]

i realized that i never posted this here????

ko-fi.com/A0322A5V | commissions open don’t tag as kin don’t repost my artwork or remove my comments