Am I Courtney? Or is that just a name given to me by a kid in math class
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ZIM being not a total sociopath compilation
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EVER WONDERED WHAT RICHARD HORVITZ AS PILOT ZIM SOUNDED LIKE? WONDER NO MORE! BEHOLD THE ENTIRE LESS THAN A MINUTE OF DUBBED LINES HE DID INTERNALLY TO TEST HIS VOICE FOR ZIM!
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Jason finds out what Bruce really thinks of him when Poison Ivy’s latest batch of pollen compels its victims to blurt out the first thing that comes to mind. No, Dick, not quite truth serum. More like “spewing whatever’s on my mind right now” serum.
Bruce has just finished sharing the fact that he’s never tried Hot Cheetos yet desperately wants to, despite the shit Alfred would give him and the heartburn it would probably cause. He’s clicking and clacking away at the Batcomputer, trying to synthesize an antidote before he admits something more embarrassing than the time he made out with Oliver Queen in a broom closet at boarding school.
That’s when Jason has a bright idea that he’ll regret later.
“What do you really think of me?”
The response is instantaneous, given with no hesitation. “Baby. You’re my baby.”
Jason glares at the older man. He’s found a way around the pollen. Miserable fucking—
“Dick,” Jason snaps. “What do you think of Dick?”
“Acrobat baby.”
“Tim.”
“Sleepy genius baby.”
“Damian.”
“Youngest baby.”
“Duke.”
“Sunshine baby.”
This is getting him nowhere. Time to think outside the box.
“The clone boy,” Jason growls. “Kon or whatever.”
Bruce levels a flat look at his son. “Superman’s baby.”
“The little speedster fucker Tim hangs out with.”
“Fast baby.”
“Me.”
Bruce smiles warmly at him, and Jason curses internally when he sees none of the tells that usually indicate lies. “Bookworm baby.”
Jason curses again. This isn’t going how he thought it would, and now Bruce is looking at him the same way he does when Damian actually acts his age and falls asleep on the couch, face innocent and adorable. Fuck.
“Fuck you, I’m not a baby,” he grumbles. He could kick himself for not thinking of a cutting remark or a venomous barb, but Bruce is just staring like he wants nothing more than to wrap him up in his old Wonder Woman jammies and read him a bedtime story. Is this pollen making the old man sappy? Ugh.
“Move over,” Jason barks. He pushes Bruce out of the stationary chair in front of the Batcomputer. “Might as well help you with the damn antidote.”
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I’m making a self indulgent research type thing. I’m making a slideshow of as many Ancient Civilizations/Groups/Cultures or what ever the heck.
If you see this, comment or reblog or whatever and please tell me your favorite so I don’t forget to put it in. I need my history soup. My sweet history intake.
#history#ancient rome#ancient history#ancient greek#ancient aztec#ancient civilizations#ancient cultures#hyperfixation#my history soup
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#history#ancient history#ancient rome#ancient greece#ancient egypt#ancient civilizations#ancient cultures#ancient china#ancient persia#ancient maya#ancient Aztec
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Batman Appreciation Post #12
Batman’s Baby Fever
Batman Master Collection
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It’s always “evil Superman!!!!” this, or “villain justice league!!!” that.
I want an AU of villain! Bruce who’s absolutely dog-shit at being evil.
Firstly: The worst thing he can think of doing is not donating to animal shelters or charities . immediately feels so guilty he throws up.
Secondly: The second a child cries because of him, he’d freeze up. Stand like a statue, unmoving and petrified. No more evil, but just today.
He ends up helping the city by accident more often than not, and to his immortal disappointment, Gotham loves both the Bat and Bruce Wayne.
“alfred come look at my evil plan”
“Yes, sir, “ Alfred is very indulgent. He does his best to pretend it’s actually good. “ ‘Don’t say please to the barista’. Getting bold, are we?”
EVERYTIME He and Clark meet and Bruce monologues about pulverizing him to dust, Clark (and the League) looks at him like this:
“I can make him worse,” GOOD FOR YOU!!! Clark can make him into his malewife and adopt his 7 evil sidekicks who actually know how to villain. Especially the little one.
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Let me show you one of my favorite images on the internet: nuns performing “exorcism” on a very patient punk dude
Video: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1dbXr3GikQE
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Bruce Wayne fucked his partners through the mattress—and it depended on who and why. If you know he’s Batman, then he’d fuck for stress relief, to uncoil the sickening knot in his belly. However, if you’re unaware of his nighttime activities and believe you’d just lucked up meeting Bruce Wayne, then he’d fuck for ego. He’s got a point to prove: all those years as a recluse hadn’t dulled his ability to grant a lady a good time; that the stories of his youthful adventures are true. (Though his ego bleeds over into Batman as well since he wonders if he’s too old to still be the Dark Knight. If he’s lost his edge).
Bruce’s stamina is insane. He’d have you spread on your belly while he drove his cock into you. One hand enclosed around your throat, the other encircling your waist, and his lips grazing over your ear. Warm gusts of air caressing your cheek with each huff and grunt. The faint scent of his cologne lingering within the atmosphere, though it had been toppled by the aroma of sweat and sex. “Fuck,” he gritted out,” so tight f’me, doll. Only for me. Mine, aren’t you?” There was pride in being the one to undo Bruce Wayne, to make him cuss and grunt like a caveman, to draw out his Gotham accent. He was usually so put-together and driven.
Time warped and melted whenever Bruce had you beneath him. Despite his age, (don’t let him hear that) he could fuck for hours, content to drive his cum back into your hole until he came again. In fact, he enjoyed the slickness. There was something about keeping you beneath him that soothed the territorial monster caged within him like Mr. Hyde. Rarely could you lure the possessive, emerald eyed, envious beast out; Bruce was old and had dealt with his fair share of women seeking an emotional response. But with the perfect concoction of circumstances could you shatter the manacles binding the dominating, jealous, spiteful side of him—and it was wonderful.
Dick Grayson (Dixon’s version) preferred to let his lover work for it. There was a tantalizing element to gazing at his partner while she straddled him, and attempted to sink down into his cock. Dick wasn’t girth-y like Jason or Bruce (nor as unshaven). No, Dick was slim and long—and pretty. Dick was shaven and trimmed, smooth and hairless if he could help it. He never liked to offer up unshaven goods; he thought it was rude.
“God, you. . . you ride like a pro,” he breathed out, nigh gasping as though he’d run a race beside Usain Bolt. A sheen of sweated coated his toned physique, and a scarlet blush left a fiery trail from his cheeks down to his neck. “Don’t stop till I say.” Dick is more selfish in bed than Jason. Unlike Jason, Dick knows he’s cute—pretty, even. He’s confident both in himself and his ability to be selfish and still make you cum. . . hard. He won’t hesitate to assume control if he’s not liking your rhythm, or if he just wants to be a little shit and knock your orgasm off kilter. “Oh, were you going to cum? Sorry. Didn’t notice.”
Speaking of orgasms, Dick cums beautifully, even when he’d rather be described as ‘’manly’’ and handsome. He couldn’t restrain the tremble of his muscular thighs, or quell the furnace roaring inside his belly, or freeze the stars bursting behind the paleness of his eyelids. “I know, pretty baby. I know. Tight, aren’t I? Let it out for me,” you cooed, caressing his sweat-slick, inky black curls. Dick nodded quick and desperately, coal black lashes falling over his oceanic eyes. “Yes. Yes. That’s it. Gonna cum again. Just keep going.” The power he’d stolen returned with a vengeance. He’d gone limp beneath you. Fucked out, his breaths tremulous and stuttered. Naturally, Dick’s palms found purchase upon your breasts, pinching and flicking your nipples before he exerted the last of his strength to lean forward and suckle one into his mouth.
(There’s hints of a mommy kink if you squint hard enough).
Jason Todd loved to see his partner deep-throat his cock. It’s a personal pleasure of his, the one time he allows himself to be selfish during sex. He’s not sure why it’s fascinating to him. Perhaps the sheer primality of watching you struggle to swallow his thickness intrigues him, excites him, causes the hairs on his forearms to stand at attention and the nerves within his body to buzz like a million bees trapped beneath his skin.“That’s right, baby, keep going. Till I see tears,” he murmured, as his large hands slithered up into your nape and tightened in your hair.” Show me how much you love me, baby.”
“What a beauty.” Jason’s chocolate smeared irises tipped backward, his slender hips bucking upward into the warm cavern of your throat, his cock spewing viscous ropes of pearlescent cum. Jason’s frame fell slack against the sofa. Sated. Only you could loosen the tautness in his shoulders like a ball of yarn. Boy, did he adore you.” I hope you can go all night. Cuz I got some steam I been needin’ t’ blow off.”
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I think Wade's aware of what kind of impression he's giving to the kids, so he'd make sure they don't take after him when fighting
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I see a lot of people talk about Wolverine's fighting and movements in the movie but can we appreciate Deadpool here for a moment??? Dude is so fucking cracked all the time
He is so flippy??? Like i honestly don't care that its like fake or a rigged animation or whatever hollywood bs, its genuinely so cool to see deadpool fight. Cuz it might just be my opinion but his fighting style is so unique? In a way?
I think its sort of rare to see male action characters have this much focus on agility over strength. It also fits him as a character so well i could not imagine choreographing his fighting any other way.
It feels very much like how dancing does. I strangely think about the concept of b-boy style being adapted to a fight scene very regularly so seeing a movement like this one was so exciting cuz thats literally something i've imagined for so long its so COOL!!
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DEADPOOL & WOLVERINE dir. Shawn Levy (2024)
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remeber that one AU i made awhile ago where ethan survives re8 and gets taken by the BSAA and leon breaks him out and made nonstop content for before never drawing it again
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