#definitely

[rumble-bee-art]

A regional manager of Scoops Ahoy took one look at newly hired Steve (fresh highlights in his hair, lipgloss on) and said: do you want to participate in Scoops Ahoy yearly charity calendar? (said calendar did not exist until a second ago)(it will be wildly successful and reprinted for many years)

Sometime later one Eddie Munson finds the calendar at some underground queer bookshop in Indianapolis and almost dies from lust-induced nose bleed

[syupon]

rest in fucking pieces babs

[karasucatt]

Black Doom homophobic canon

[vatilu]

another study of another Roberto Ferri painting, of course I had to paint Hannibal too

Happy valentines to all freaks & those punished by love 🫀🦌

[im-totally-not-an-alien-2]

Danny held back his laughter as he sprinted away. The note he left in the batmobile is going to rile up Gothams furries if what his boyfriend said was right.

All he wrote was, "I'm dating your clone, and there's nothing you can do about it." No signature, no fingerprints, heck, he didn't even reveal who's clone it was. Now he and his boyfriend are going to follow along with invisibility and popcorn to watch their heads explode.

[critinikaqwq]

Uhhhh yeah, Gumirin!! (what I'm doing??)

[starr-jazz]

fiiiiiine i’m back but

jason x reader who also died and came back so they understand each other on such a deep level that no one else can ever come close.

any moment that either one is spiralling about something related to being dead, the other one jumps in immediately with like-

“i…my body is disgusting. i’ve literally been a corpse.” “so have i. do you think my body’s disgusting?” “no. that’s different.” “how?” “…”

same with scars. maybe reader will joke about them having matching autopsy scars, they’ll trace each other’s, heal together. they lay chest to chest a lot, listening intently to each other’s beating hearts, intangible proof that they’re both there and alive.

it also puts both of them in comfort knowing they don’t have to hide themselves from their partner, anything one’s been through, they know the other understands and sympathises. it speeds up the healing of wounds, not constantly needing to rationalise and justify everything they do, silent agreements regarding a lot of things because they just know.

they’re re-learning the world together, plagued by the time they lost being 6 feet under, new books, new music, new cafés and new bookstores. they also introduce each other to old favourites, bits and pieces of their old life.

they laugh together, they cry together, they have late night heart to hearts and they have each other