Batman @ Robin:

Petition for Chris Evans to put on the captain America outfit and physically fight Donald trump

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also, please, please, please, rick riordan and mark oshiro, do not play into those ableist tropes you see so common in fanon (and a little canon) solangelo. disabled people have been calling this out for the longest time only to be met with "you're just ruining the fun". don't do that. don't make will a savior character or the answer to all of nico's problems. portray a healthy relationship instead, this has much more of a positive effect on young readers. please. please.

Omg could you write a fic where Alec talks in his sleep?

By the time he opensthe door to the loft, it’s closer to dawn than dusk, and Magnus hasbeen awake for close to forty-eight hours.

The sheer amount ofwork he has isn’t an unexpected thing; regardless of whether or nothe owns the title of high warlock, there are always people who needhim for him, sothe never-endinglist of jobs on his platecomes as no surprise. Still, the exhaustion in his bones is a lot tohandle, and the feeling isonly exacerbated with the knowledge that he’s been parted fromhome, parted fromAlec for so long, withonly the occasional text between jobs to exchangehellos.

Themoment Magnuspasses into the livingroom, he folds,letting himself feel the achethat comes with magic depletion. It’s a hard feeling to describe inwords; it’s like he’s half of himself, like the core of him ismissing, like he’s hungryfor something that food can’t satisfy. Movingwith an indolence he reserves for theloft, Magnustoes his boots off, kickingthem off to the side while he peels his coat off, then unbuttons hisshirt. He drops everything tothe floor with careless abandon, leaving the most obvious trailbehind him, not that it matters if people were following. Ifthey knew him at all, they’d know there’s only one place he couldpossibly be going.

Thebedroom is hazy withdarkness, but Magnus cuts easily through the black, naturally drawnto the body sprawled in bed. He can’t see Alec, but he can feel thewarmth of him as he slips under the sheets, hearthe sound of his snuffles.His arms reach around Alec’swaist, heart already settling in the joy of proximity that he’sbeen recently deprived of.

“Hello,love,” he murmurs gently, nuzzling into the downy skin at the backof Alec’s neck, pressing his lips to the sharp knobs of Alec’sspine. Sleep is pulling at hiseyelids, but Magnuswants to reacquaint himself with Alec first, to remember the cadenceof his breath, the icy chill of his feet, the jut of his hip.

“Mm,”Alec mumbles, still clearly asleep, though hescoots backwards a little into Magnus’ chest.

“Imissed you,” Magnus says, laying onekiss, then another,on Alec’s shoulder, drawinghis thumb over the ridges of Alec’s ribsbefore he eventually shutshis eyes.

God,he’s tired, and the bed is heavenly. It’sbarely been minutes and he’s already mostly asleepwhen he feels Alec’s chest rumbling under his palm, his headshaking a little and his hairtickling Magnus’ nose.

“Loveyou,” Magnus hears, lowand gravelly from Alec’s lips, and his heart skips a beat.

Magnuslifts his head so that his mouth skims Alec’s ear. “Sweetheart?”he prompts with a whisper. “Are you awake?”

Alecis quiet for a moment, snoring twice more, before he repeats, “Loveyou.”

It’snot like Magnus doesn’t know this. God, he knowsthat Alec loves him with a surefooted devotion that’s unlikeanything Magnus has ever experienced. But he’s so tired tonight,and he’s missed Alec so much, that these words that Magnus hasheard countless times from Alec strike with unprecedented swiftness,especially when murmured inunconsciousness.

“Ilove you too, Alexander,”Magnus says under his breath, pulling Alec closer to him, pressinghis hand firmly against the spot above Alec’s heart.“I love you, I love you –”

“Bacon.”

Magnusphysically recoilslike he’s been shot.What?

“Loveyou… bacon,” Alec slurs.

Magnusis so shocked for a solid minute that he doesn’t even react. It’snot until he feels something bubbling in his chest that he starts toregister – is he annoyed, or is he amused? Magnus knows Alec’s got a thing for breakfast foods, but – is Alec serious? Bacon? Now?

Hecan’t believe it. “You asshole,” Magnus says fondly, without heat. Scrunching his nose, hepokes Alec in the side. Not too hard – but still.

It’sharder to fall asleep the second time around; the occasional burst oflaughter is still trying to make its way out from Magnus’ lungs,and the pressure of keeping quiet prevents his mind from findingrest. God, he can’t believe Alec.

By the time his exhaustion catches up to him and drags him under, Magnus is pretty sure the sun is on the edge of rising over Brooklyn. He too tired to be certain, though; the only thing he knows when he finally falls asleep is that he’s got Alec in his arms, and that he’s going to give Alec so much shit for this.

Later.

Battinson meeting Superman, because if anyone needs a sunshine alien it’s him.

—

Bruce, in full Batman mode, tracks Superman down and eventually finds him on a rooftop in Metropolis. He grapples up, perches himself on an A/C unit, and stares.

Clark, new to the Superman thing, just trying to enjoy a burger and fries after helping with a house fire: Um. Hi?

Bruce:

Clark: I’ve noticed you following me? You’re from Gotham. The Batman.

Bruce: *shines a flashlight at Clark’s food*

Clark: Yeah. It’s a cheeseburger and curly fries. Did you want some or…? Do you need help? Seems like you maybe need some help.

Bruce: *shines the light in Clark’s eyes*

Clark: Do you want to, um, talk or something?

Bruce: what are you

Clark: I’m Superman! :)

Bruce: alien?

Clark: How did you—

Bruce: I am a bat.

Clark: O-kay. So do you want to be friends or…?

Bruce:…

Clark: :)

Bruce: *launches himself off the side of the building*

—

Alfred: Good morning Bruce, how was patrol?

Bruce, rewatching the conversation with Clark on his computer: i think i made a friend today Alfred

Okay so I bought a dress today (along with a pair of dark blue velvet pants they are great)

and it looks pretty normal, right?

WRONG

GREETINGS I HAVE COME TO LAY A CURSE UPON YOUR VILLAGE AND KISS ALL YOUR WOMEN

Me after watching part 1 of this Shane Dawson and Jake Paul series:

- + - = +

I will NEVER NOT WONDER HOW THIS:

CAME FROM THIS:

happy bi visibility day please take off your invisibility cloak and blind everyone with your overwhelming bi power!!!

Hot takes that will probably get me called a bigot on this hellhole

Super sons issue #10

this issue was short but it was so cuteee?!?!

i live for bruce/clark’s banters tbh, these 2 dorks

jon is always cute and he looks adorable af

also, damian threatening jon will never not be funny xD

clark knows bruce so well ;P

only my baby jon can make damian soft ;w; im glad he’s finally opening up to jon

im sorry i cant get over the fact that clark’s car look fckin hideous lmaooo  where does he buy this sht someone help him

AND THE SUPERBOY(KON) POSTER IN JON’S BEDROOM I WANT CONNER BACK

damian being a little devil as always :P

ALFRED YOU SAVAGE (why is everybody insulting damian’s height rofl)

i NEED TO SEE THIS HAPPEN

the fortress of attitude…. i APPROVE

poor child doesnt want to go to school, atleast he have jon ;)

i cant tell if bruce is joking, but i would love to see them try :DD

and finally, isnt revenge sweet? youre doing amazing honey