Stick Out Your Chin

violet-catsarelife:

he’s just a lil’ guy, give him what he wants!

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disco-tea:

fluffyspuffy:

aphony-cree:

fluffyspuffy:

aphony-cree:

What if Buffy’s mom hadn’t found out about slaying at the end of season 2 and Buffy had to convince Spike to stay in town and pretend to be in a band with her because that was the cover story they’d told Joyce

And then eventually end up accidentally actually starting a band because it’s easier than maintaining the lie

Joyce says they can use the garage to rehearse and she always makes them snacks. Buffy starts to worry she’ll never get Spike to leave

Buffy insists on calling the band Slayer and Spike keeps failing to convince her that there’s already a band with that name

Low key I feel like Buffy would just see it as a cover and it’s a ‘fake band’ but Spike gets like way into it and it’s a Real Band™️ to him and he’s a little annoyed Buffy doesn’t take it as seriously. He’s always like “you missed practice this Tuesday what the hell’s up with that. We have a gig next week btw”

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lostintheflood:

kyle wearing a different costume in the background of every yj sins of youth panel is like the visual gag of all time

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melonnabar:

B&W minicomic

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penny-anna:

i think it’s easy to fall into the trap of thinking ‘oh well obviously Alfred is the only normal one in the Batfamily’. do not be fooled. Alfred may have a calm & professional exterior but this is a man who’s been going along w Bruce’s buck-wild nonsense for years. this is a man who could leave and have a normal life whenever he wants to. this is a man who has, almost certainly, killed before and will kill again. this is a man who is choosing in the 21st century to work as a butler. this is not a normal man.

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twixnmix:

Keith Haring painting his Carmine Street Pool mural at the Carmine Street Recreation Center in New York City, August 1987.

Photos by Tseng Kwong Chi

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shhhenanigans:

an: I found this little doodle of a story that I was thinking about for a second and then promptly forgot about. Don’t know if I’m going to pick it back up but the basic premise is Roy keeps remembering someone who doesn’t exist anymore. Jason just… let’s it slide until one day Roy shows up and asks him to help find his daughter and suddenly it all makes sense.

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“No fucking way!” Roy surfaces out of the bits of disassembled computer hardware triumphant. “Check it out!”

Somewhere, in another aisle, a muffled conversation moves away from them. Jason keeps his hands in his pockets and his eyes on his friend. Each rack of shelves seems to narrow precariously as they wind their way through the warehouse. Overhead, the lights crackle and buzz, dropping half hearted halogen light into the bins of wires and boards.

“Hrm?”

Roy Harper grins at him, disheveled. His red hair escapes the hair tie and tangles around his temples where he’s shoved it back under the brim of his backward hat. He nods at the right pink case he’s hefted aloft by the handle. The machine looks like a sugar coated candy Roy might have found in the pocket of a coat. He wiggles the gadget at Jason, his forearm rippling with muscle as his bicep pops. “It’s perfect.”

Jason drags his eyes back to the offered perfection of the thing and away from the pale perfection of Roy’s bicep. “What is it?”

“An iMac!”

“A what?”

“iMac?” Roy tilts his head, drooping slightly. The machine bounces off his thigh. The screen is cracked. The glass displays long white lines, reflections of the lights that make the thing look like it squints at him.

“Say it a few more times. Maybe it will make sense then.” Jason’s reflection is muddled, cut in half by the crack and distorted. “I was dead at the time.”

“Oh right. My bad, Jaybird.”

“Why do we need a broken iMac?” Jason keeps still, keeps his hands in his pockets, and keeps himself contained to keep from breaking anything.

“I’m gonna fix it up. She’ll love it.” Roy’s answer is confusing, but he’s turned before Jason can ask, cupping the computer between his palms and staring down at it with a dopey look of delight. “Maybe, I can…”

“Fine. Put it with the rest.” Jason sighs and turns carefully, glancing back toward the front and away from the growing pile of hardware Roy is collecting. The cart is a two basket contraption with massive wheels that attempt to wobble in every direction but forward. “Your hour is almost up.”

Roy whoops and Jason watches the pink bubble of broken plastic join the rest. He tells himself it’s the holidays. He tries to make that the reason he never tells Roy no.

He watches Roy pet the pink plastic and keeps his hands to himself.

kal8elle:

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my favorite criminals, inspired by this post :)

(they’d probably both be Ken in this format but Roy is thinking about all of his family members and friends who are going to make fun of him for this. Just another day for Jason though.)

sp33by:

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