supatea:

For Discowing ♥

Dick and Jason having some tomato, mozzarella, and basil pizza

hehehehehehehehe

kioart:

Jason’s Body Headcanon:

_{(Note this is based on the movie version of Jason’s resurrection.)}

Because my girlfriend and I determined that, Comic book magic aside, there is no way Jason could have been completely intact if he had only been 10 feet from a bomb that destroyed the cement floor of a building, so we decided to figure out what really happened to Jason and created something traumatic and horrifying.

The white marks the mostly intact part of Jason, the pink marks the area where Jason was horribly burned, and the black marks the parts of Jason that were destroyed.

But Bruce doesn’t realize this when he finds Jason, because Jason had curled into himself to protect himself from most of the blast and he had landed in such a way so that his intact side was visible. Bruce doesn’t realize until he goes to pick Jason up as he did in the comics and most of his organs begin spilling out.

The trauma of the event sears itself into Bruce’s mind, the way he has to tenderly wrap up what he can find of Jason in his cape just to carry him onto the jet he called for after his stomach had settled, and the moment remains forever recorded through the lens of his cowl for him to eternally torment himself, to remind himself of what had happened to the Robin, the soldier, the son he’d failed. They carefully wrap Jason up and place him in a coffin with the lid firmly shut.

And it is from this coffin that Jason’s body is more firmly wrapped and taken by Ra’s Al Ghul. The bandages are the only way to keep Jason’s body together when he’s thrown into the Lazarus pit and the only way to keep Jason from escaping the pit, screaming bloody murder, as he experiences the pain of regrowing nearly half of his body and a large portion of his organs, including his heart.

As a result, one half of Jason’s body is 15 years younger than the other—the skin is newer, smoother and more likely to bruise; his heart is younger, stronger; his bones more flexible and his joints more easier to move.

The mark of this regrowth is there in the visible line between the old and the new, one side of his body paler, smoother, softer, less scarred, but more tender than the other, though eventually it goes on to match after many years and many new scars.

However, the trauma never fades, the ear-splitting screams that echo from the price paid for his left side’s youth.

Jason will never forget the memory of the pain and terror of regrowing half of his body, floundering for the surface as he drowned in the eerie green waters of the pit.

Then you notice that Loki is actually crying in the last gif.

koriandr:

“You’re just like the rest.”

 #june and i had a 20 minute talk about why people should feel sorry for loki #it’s not because he’s blameless or has been driven to his evil deeds by the mistreatment of others #it’s because his place in destiny is fixed #his entire job in norse mythology is bringing about ragnorak #every iteration of eternity he is the pre determined villain #that’s pretty tragic

sevenpoints:

duchessofcydonia:

It’s gettin’ dark, too dark for me to see
I feel like I’m knockin’ on heaven’s door.

I’m imagining what this must have been like for Dean when they were kids. Sammy’s just on the verge of being too old for hugs, too angry for gratitude, too unhappy for laughter. Dean could see it coming, and he wanted to do something, one last bright shining thing to hold onto Sam’s childishness, to give them one more perfect memory before Sam won’t let him do things like this anymore.

When dad leaves them for the Fourth of July, it’s like a sign. There are fireworks stands up and down the highway and it’s not hard to sneak out under the pretense of a date to buy an entire crate of rockets. Dad will smack the shit out of him for wasting money like this but he doesn’t care because some things are worth it.

It’s hours until sunset and Dean tries to distract himself with the dinner dishes even though that’s usually Sam’s job. His little brother’s no idiot and spends the entire time questioning Dean, growing more and more annoyed as Dean puts him off, until finally the stars are out and it’s time. Sam’s scowl flips into his huge bucktoothed grin once Dean opens the trunk, and then he’s running around the Impala and jumping into the passenger’s seat, yelling at Dean when he takes too long to settle behind the wheel.

He drives them to the field they’ve been using for target practice and Sam snatches the keys from him as soon as the engine quits so he can pull the crate out of the trunk. Sammy’s impatient but Dean forces himself to go slow, to watch, to commit every second of this night to memory.

Sam starts with sparklers, knowing they’re the preshow and that this whole shindig needs to finish with a bang. Dean expects Sam to dive for the rockets the second the smaller pops fade, which means he almost falls over when Sam hugs him, it’s so unexpected. He thinks and he can’t remember the last time their family hugged at all, then kicks himself and hugs Sam back, palms pressing into the sharpness of his angel bones under his hand-me-down hoodie. He doesn’t know what to do or say when Sam finally pulls back to smile at him, and is grateful when his brother breaks the moment to set off the entire fucking crate at once because he’s a Winchester and fire safety is for civilians.

Sparks light up sky, but Dean can’t take his eyes off the colors playing across Sam’s face. He wants to run under the shower with him but he can’t move; it’s like his entire body has shut down, rooting him where he stands, not wanting to interrupt this moment, not willing blink or even breathe, not when he’s watching Sam.

devilyouknow:

samwinchasster:

#because he’s never actually said greeted her before#because he’s never actually seen her before #because she’s always been just a vague concept of mother to him #something else normal he didn’t have when he was growing up #hi he says #hi

the-days-are:

DC-Past and present by ~feifei4567

disneyprince-loki:

Loki’s face here when Thor says “your imagined slights” absolutely breaks my heart. It says so much. He looks so tough throughout the rest of the movie, but here for the first time his expression shows how hurt he is that even now his brother doesn’t understand all the things he had to go through that drove him to do what he did. Because let’s face it: Thor is such a big innocent puppydog that he sees things the way he wants to and doesn’t realize all the things that Loki had to suffer. He doesn’t realize that Loki was never accepted among his peers, never given the same amount of respect by the Asgardians because he was different, never even given the same amount of love by their father. This scene shows how upset Loki is that even now Thor doesn’t realize why he went to the extremes he did, which obviously can’t be excused, but somehow after everything he did Thor still doesn’t even understand why. It’s like yet another reminder to him of how no one ever bothered to understand how he was feeling, let alone to do something about it. And that one face he makes here says so much.

shoemoney2night:

ijustthoughtidsitherequietly:

jaredsgirl86:

euclase:

urufixx:

Tree by Anthony K. on Flickr.

so this is their grave, right? dean, sam, and castiel were buried here. somewhere on bobby’s property. damn angel made a tree when he died.

There’s an abandoned field round these parts.  Maybe you’ve heard of it?  This drunk used to run a salvage yard outta there, some guy named Singer.  Never met the man myself, but my father says he went crazy after he killed his wife, rambling about ghosts and demons.  I don’t think anyone even cared when he died.  When I was fourteen, me and my friends decided to check the place out.  Folks around here say it’s haunted, but we didn’t buy into all that.  My dad had already been, says there was nothing to see, but we had to check it out.  We didn’t find any ghosts or monsters, or anything else really out of the ordinary.  Mostly, there were just scraps of metal, cars that never got repaired.  We were on our way out when we saw it.  This old, black car was parked in the middle of a field with Kansas plates, and a tree had shot up through the hood.  Now, my dad never said nothing about a tree growin up through no car, and a tree that size don’t just shoot up overnight.  We ran, told everyone, but no one believed us.  Said, that tree had probably been like that for years.  Finally, we talked to some old woman, claimed she used to be the sheriff around these parts.  She told me the day the car came to park there was the day three boys died and saved the world.  She said one of em was an angel and the other two were brothers and they stopped something called a Leviathan from ‘eating the world.’ Her words, not mine.  We thought she was insane, and we didn’t think much on it until a couple a years ago.  Now, my kids had been up there, my grandkids when they got old enough, and it was fine, none of em thinking anything was wrong with the place.  I was walking with my daughter’s baby girl, she couldn’ta been more than five at the time, and we passed the tree.  She tugged at my hand, said, “Gran,” and she’s smiling the biggest smile I ever saw.  I said, “What, baby girl?”  And she asks if I see them.  I shake my head.  She says, “Sam, Dean, and Cas.  They’re sleeping now, Gran.  They were so tired.”  Needless to say, I got us out of there pretty quick, but I’ll never forget what she said.  She draws them sometimes.  One’s really freakin’ tall with too long hair.  The other kinda reminds me of James Dean, and the last one.  She says he’s an angel, and I just wanna know what kinda angel parades around in a dirty trench coat.  She says they were heroes, and I think maybe that old sheriff I met when I was kid wasn’t so crazy after all.

Why the fuck would you post something like that.

“I remember a shadow. Living in the shade of your greatness. I remember you tossing me into an abyss. I who was and should be king! .”

thomashiddlestons:

medusaceratops-lokii:

gl0riouspurpose:

hugginglokilaufeyson:

No matter how much you claimed to love me, you couldn’t have a frostgiant sitting on the throne of Asgard!

So notice that even AFTER their huge fight and even AFTER Loki finds out he’s adopted and he’s actually a different species and Odin basically sucks at parenting… even after all that, when Odin’s down for the count, Loki freaks right out and calls for help.

Because he still wants to be his Father’s son, even if he isn’t biologically.

don’t forget when he kills Laufey, he says “and your death came by the son of Odin.”

He still considered himself Odin’s son at that point.

And even after his fall, he still introduces himself as “Loki of Asgard”. In addition to that, he never says anything like “you’re not my brother”, just “I’m not your brother” as in he never actually disowns any of his family members, just himself.

Just thought I’d throw that out there.

welp, im crying again

fuck