This frame from the Clone Wars episode “Senate Murders” is gold.
“We heard you talking shit.”
I've seen this face directed at many a deserving target.

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This frame from the Clone Wars episode “Senate Murders” is gold.
“We heard you talking shit.”
I've seen this face directed at many a deserving target.
When you’re sleep-deprived, running on 3% and ask the demon in the corner for emotional validation
this too shall pass but the fuck was that for
keep thinking about how I wrote in my dissertation about how every time a new form of public/social space emerges it's immediately popular with kids and teenagers who see it as a chance at freedom and then adults colonise it and kick them out. this happened with malls in the 80s and diners in the 50s and pool halls in the 20s. my dad was doing research on this trend in like 1975. and I was like "yeah so this is going to happen to the internet" and then five years later every government suddenly decided to ban kids from everywhere online. I hate being right especially when I don't even get paid for it
remember to bury the dead with a phone, everyone. these days the ferry terminal at the river styx wants you to download a fucking app
I have no explanation for this other than it's what pops into my head whenever I hear this on the radio
I wanna get tossed in some salt and oil and roast away ...
Some of my favorite quotes from Artemis ii so far:
"Copy. Moon joy."
"I have two Microsoft Outlooks, and neither one of those are working."
"Houston, if you could give me about 20 new superlatives in the mission summary for tomorrow that will help out my vocabulary a little bit, that would be great. Thank you."
“If you’ve ever seen the top of the spotlight of the top of the Luxor at night in Vegas, this looks like what it wants to be when it grows up.”
"To all of you down there on Earth... we love you, from the moon."
"We just went sci fi."
"It is so great to see Earth again. To Asia, Africa, and Oceania: we are looking back at you. We hear you can look up and see the moon right now. We see you too."
"We will always choose Earth. We will always choose each other."
“It’s a bright spot on the moon, and we would like to call it Carroll.”
People always wonder why we need to risk sending humans out to do this when we can just send a robot. I think this is a good explanation.
my pretty, pretty girl
smut | praise | watching thru the mirror | “use your words”
when he wants to be, jason todd can be filthy.
you’re laying on your stomach, drooling all over the pillow case while he punctuates every single thrust with a moan. his hips moves slow and precise against yours because he’s memorized how it makes you whine and clench. gasping his name while he grinds his thrusts in its deep, deep rigour. you moan something incoherent when he circles his hips and he drops his weight over you to whisper in your ear.
“what was that baby?” every word delicate and breathy against the shell of your ear.
blissed out on him, all you can manage is a elongated mmmhf into the pillow before jason pulls you up by your shoulders. he keeps your weight on his while he remains sheathed inside.
“you gotta use your words pretty girl,” nibbling at your ear to watch you squirm, “say that again.”
Jason Todd loves when you yap while he works
It's truly incomprehensible how one could have so much thought. Jason cant even wrap his head around how your sentences flow, they just do. One moment you're rambling about some new movie poster you saw while crossing the street, the next you're on about how every man who listens to Mazzy Star is evil. Seriously, how is one able to hold themselves through a jumble so fluently?
You had decided to stop by his place after your day out, wanting to continue talking about whatever you and your friends had been gossiping about earlier. He happily listened, per usual. Any excuse to listen to your voice was enough for him, no matter the topic...
"Honestly, I feel horrible for her. Like, I understand what she did was weird, but it's obvious the poor girl is going through something..." you've probably gone through the same topic three times already, restating the whole story every time a new detail pops in your head. Jason hums in return, and it isn't until then do you spare him a glance. He'd been messing with the rear fender of his motorcycle, unable to spare you a glance.
Your voice dims, eventually reaching a silence.
It takes a few moments until Jason glances over, brows furrowed.
"What happened after? Did anyone report the incident?"
You looked back for a second before deciding to respond,
"sorry, didn't know you were fixing your bike. I don't wanna keep distracting you."
His furrow only deepened, if that were even possible. "Y're not."
"No need to comfort me" you simply shrug, "I've been trying to work on this habit"
Pft. As if your voluble behavior could ever be considered something negative. Hell, he would go through the Herculean tasks if it meant your voice was the reward.
"I would've told you if it bothered me."
"Huh, thats convincing" you teased.
He sighed, "Of course I care. The way you speak to me eases my restlessness. It's a reminder of your devotion."
You gawk at him, jaw slightly ajar.
"Wow, wasn't expecting such a poetic inference from Jason Todd."
His back is turned now, the tip of his ears pink, "just keep talking. You never finished your story"
You smile at his silly endeavors, relieved at his response, before continuing.
No matter the situation, your boyfriend would rather experience it with your voice occupying the area — regardless of how many times you've repeated the story.
*Damian in the kitchen looking distraughtly at his plate.*
Tim : *Passing by and seeing this* ... Eurghh.
Tim sat down in front of him : Hey, Damian ? Are you okay ?
Damian : No!
Tim alarmed : Why?! What's going on?
Damian : Well...
Jon : Hi Dami! What are you doing?
Damian : Hello Jon. I'm making a sandwich, do you want one ?
Jon : No, thanks you! But could I watch you doing it ?
Damian suspicious : ...Why?
Jon with a huge smile : So next time when I make you one, it'll be just the way you like it !
Damian :
Tim : IN BROAD DAYLIGHT?!
Damian : IN BROAD DAYLIGHT!
Steph: I comm'd for everyone, where are the rest of you guys?
Duke: Tim and Damian are benched for a week.
Cass: Why?
Dick: Not exactly.
Jason: Tim and Dames were on a mission with Jon and Conner and apparently Tim was checking out-
Dick: Tim got distracted-
Jason: Yeah, yeah, and so Tim was checking out Kon and Damian snapped and called Tim 'a useless bisexual'.
Steph: Accurate
Duke: Bruce overheard on comms and benched Damian.
Cass: But why Tim?
Jason: Tim said and I quote "takes one to know one".
Dick: They had a tussle. Clark is mad because Jon had to overhear some "salty language" and Kon told Tim to beat Damian's ass. They're both grounded too and it's an entire thing.
“Love, Time stops, doesn’t it? Are we not testaments to this? Two old, misplaced souls, Asleep for seventy years? So close your eyes, love. Maybe seconds can be minutes and minutes can be hours and hours can be unending eternities Where I don’t have to open my eyes To a reality without you. So, let’s sleep. Let the world go to hell. For we deserve a soft epilogue, my love. We are good people, and we’ve suffered enough.”
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does anyone wanna hold hands until we feel a little braver
the reblog map is all of us holding hands btw
We are each other's night sky. No one is alone here.
night sky continues to get brighter. theres always people here for you
Made a painting of all of us “Holding Hands” <3
here at the sandwich shop, we’ve started to notice some people who are new to sandwiches aren’t used to meat and cheese between two slices of bread. they find this practice strange and confusing. that’s why we’ve decided to cut the bread out all together. from now on, we’ll just serve slices of meat and cheese on a plate.
we know that many of our loyal sandwich shop customers have been coming here for years to buy our delicious sandwiches. but some people don’t “get” sandwiches, and we need to try and appeal to them with an easier-to-understand meal format. we will no longer be serving sandwiches. all of our food will just be cold cuts on a paper plate. we love our customers and appreciate your understanding <3
Yes we know Craig's Cold Cuts down the street does cold cuts better than we do and has millions of customers. That's why we need to switch to cold cuts, to get their customers. We hope that our long-time sandwich loving customer base will be patient in this transition to cold cuts and welcome the certain influx of Craig's Cold Cut customers who will surely come here to enjoy our worse cold cuts with you, our sandwich-deprived customer base, whom we value so much.
I love how this goes around again every time the tumblr staff does something fucking stupid.
violence and death and dying and blood and guts and gore and violence and viscera and fuck you fuck you fuck you fuck you fuck you fuck you
The courage to slay a god.
anyone wants to talk about emma basically single-handedly keeping dana from imploding by running around solving anything that could become her last straw without dana even clocking that that's what emma's doing?
Timkon sickfic with Jason as protective elder brother XDXD
It’s called “middle children must unionize” by Poteto