#(SO THIS UH...GOT DARK

[swiggity-swexual-i-am-asexual]

We all know the semi-canonical ‘all the Robins know to hide/duck inside of Batman’s cape, even as adults’ thing.

We also know that Danny ‘is LITERALLY a ghost’ Fenton sucks at remembering his own intangibility while ALSO forgetting to look ahead of him.

All I’m saying is, Danny Fenton (or Phantom, if you’d really like) would absolutely SLAM into Batman on accident while running on roof tops and Bruce ‘Brooding Instinct’ Wayne doesn’t even think twice about letting the kid hide and scanning around for danger before there’s a record scratch of ‘wait who tf is this?’ kicks in.

[potato-lord-but-not]

malev sketch dump !!!

[xxplastic-cubexx]

you open my Super Important Documents and its just pictures of charles xavier

[babacontainsmultitudes]

RIP Will Campos the only person who was murdered this episode.

[celestetcetera]

The façade or the shadow self — which is the real you?

Or is there even a real you anymore?

[bandtrees]

they would get divorced in one universe just to find eachother in another one

alternatively titled: sometimes you're the level-headed token flesh-head impulse-control-and-polycule-member of a stubborn, eccentric, and hearty telephone-headed drug addict, and there's cruelty in the world you deem fit to suicidally fight, and that either goes about as well as you'd expect it to, or you learn about love and the value of your life and junk along the way

[mblue-art]

aaaa

[braisedhoney]

Draw your favorite ghost! Mine's Ember.

“That would be me. Surprise.”

(ayyy flaming hair favs club :D)

[katoska]

Theory why Betelgeuse left Lydia's side to "go to the little boys' room" and took over for Richard at his booth for a bit:

Yes, he could have dealt with Jeremy without playing dress-up and taking over Richard's job, and didn't have to enable Richy to get a little more family time in the process. They could have saved Astrid just fine without that, so it seems unnecessary, for him to do that. OOC, even. Except

2) Richard wouldn't owe Betelgeuse a big favor for said taking over of his job and enabling the extra family time with Lydia and Astrid. Also, ofc, for saving his daughter from trading places with Jeremy. Betelgeuse did all that at great cost to himself: A Code 699 violation (see screenshot of transcript from reddit below) gets you extra time working as a civil servant, it gets your topside privileges revoked, and it voids any marriage you entered into, so his contract for payment from/marriage to Lydia was meaningless (well, if it had been a marriage certificate rather than just an agreement to get married in the future. and if he'd actually signed it. and then possibly only if he'd signed it before entering the Netherworld so there'd be a marriage TO void, rather than... not signing it at all... *sigh* he totally burned that half-signed and not-yet-binding contract himself bc he understood she wasn't ready to marry him yet, is what I'm saying, but I digress).

1) Lydia wouldn't have gotten closure for her ex's death without it. Closure which she sorely needed, because the fact that Richard's body was never found plus her seeming inability to see his ghost (Richard: "I know you two can't see me, but I check in on you all the time") add up to her having been in denial of his death. She couldn't see his ghost because she really really did not want to see proof that he was dead. So now she gets to move on from him. Which is very convenient for B. Especially as Richard is unlikely to be able to visit her anytime soon even now that Lydia has accepted his death and should be able to see him again, but I'm getting to that.

Still 2): Anyway, B doesn't do favors. He does business. If people are allowed to take over for others at their jobs in the afterlife, but those jobs are also a form of punishment where you have to "do time" at them for a specific duration, then those work hours are a currency that you can give away or trade. You can, if you find someone who is willing, get someone to do your time for you (hell, you can even get a naive Breather to trade their actual Life for your afterlife existence).

So yeah, I don't think Betelgeuse took over Richard's booth just out of the goodness of his heart. I think they made a deal, one that means that B will be topside again much sooner than the Deetz' will expect so he can get back to trying to seduce Richard's ex (hey, Richard always supported lost causes, so... 😆), while Richard will be stuck at work, unable to visit the Living for a long and unspecified amount of time. Not that his family's gonna notice, bc they never used to see him visit them, anyway.

And yeah, according to someone from reddit who decyphered that page in the Handbook, there's a bit about how the Deceased who violated Code 699 has to cease Trading, if applicable.

But I think that only goes for post-conviction of the crime, not as an automatic consequence of the crime, as B was also still able to visit the Living World to attempt the church wedding. Which, actually, is yet more evidence that this latest marriage attempt was more for the sake of declaring his feelings and testing the waters (and showing off, and getting rid at the competition) than him trying to actually get, and stay, married. Cause the church wedding would have been voided by a conviction, too.

Anyway, that's my theory on B's incredibly considerate, and therefore incredibly suspicious, detour to Richard's booth and letting Richard have his heroic moment.

And tbf, Lydia and Astrid are Richard's family. So it wouldn't even be unreasonable to expect Richard to pay for the legal trouble B got into from saving them. Like, I'm sure he'd have done it anyway, but if B can pass on that buck then ofc he's gonna.

[mezzmerizd]

so funny thing that happened on twitter-

and erm, i got some help and feedback from more knowledgeable people (@leoincaps) soooo-

Young Emo Tango & Scene Skizz respectively :3

[dmitriyuriev]

*Implied noncon, small Miquella. Link leads to full image.

Miquella's charm compels love, not controls actions, so what were to happen if the one charmed has a twisted view of love? Only Mohg acts that possessive, so no, he did not beat the allegations, and I for one, am happy about that.

[beanghostprincess]

Sabo still struggles with memory loss. He had his childhood back, of course, he remembers Ace and Luffy and everything they did together. But he doesn't remember some stuff. Some anecdotes Luffy tells oh so excitedly? He can't recall that those happened. And if he does, it's all blurry and never at all like Luffy says. But he never says anything because that would break his brother's heart, to know his older brother isn't fully back with him, so he nods and smiles and pretends he knows what Luffy is talking about every time.

His room is filled with Post-it notes. Stupid, really. Dumb stuff. But he has all the meetings he needs to remember and the missions he has to do, along with everything he wants to write down at some point properly. The walls are covered in pictures of the people he loves (Luffy, Ace, Koala, Robin... All the others that have ever meant something to him because he refuses to forget somebody again).

He keeps writing dumb stuff down. Anything. He refuses to forget. He denies the possibility of doing it again.

But he forgets. Sabo keeps forgetting important dates. Important parts of his life, like his past with his brothers (he forgets a random adventure they had that he swore he had talked about the day prior) and crucial things he has to do. He has a hard time picturing his memories. Putting them in his brain. Turning them into images. Saying it's frustrating is a huge understatement.

Koala helps him out, of course. She's hard on him so he finishes his paperwork, but she knows it's difficult sometimes. She's his personal calendar and diary. She informs him of what he has to do during the week and always tries to talk and talk about anecdotes that she knows he still remembers but knows he loves to hear again.

His mental health isn't the best either, but he refuses to acknowledge it. There's a revolution at hand, he can't stop working. And fighting. And doing more and more and more. But sometimes it's just too much. Sometimes he goes into depressive episodes he can't control, and the medication is either addicting or the worst thing that has ever happened to him. Sometimes he's a bit too intense. Koala says he needs to calm down, that he has a problem with his fixation on the revolution and his past. Sabo keeps saying that it's fine. But he sometimes forgets or has blurry images of the fights and the people he has killed, filled with energy and excitement and like he has the power of a God. He doesn't like those. Enjoys the moment. Hates to forget it. Hates to know what he did during it too, even if it was for a good cause. Despises the look Koala gives him, also. Makes her promise not to tell Luffy about all of this.

But it's fine, he keeps saying. Sabo will keep trying to never forget anything ever again.

[ntj2pj]

[l0vegl0wsinthedark]

#12 drarry. If it strikes your fancy.

12. Things you said when you thought I was asleep.

~

You're usually really good at telling if I'm really asleep or not.

You say it's because you learnt, at a very young age, how to be quiet; how to walk so the floorboards don't creak, how to lie still after you've been hit so they don't go for seconds, how to pretend you're not chewing a mouthful of leftovers.

You always could see through pretences, because you knew how to use them; what they looked like.

You come home late - it's past 2AM - and instead of heading straight to the shower like you always do, you walk around the bed and stand beside me. I hadn't planned on pretending to be asleep - but there is something off about your presence, immediately.

"Draco." A whisper. You want to be sure.

I inhale, my stomach expanding, my mouth deliberately open a little bit, my eyes lightly shut.

"I'm going to lie to you tomorrow," you say, voice hoarse and thin. I have to remember to inhale...exhale.

"When they come for me tomorrow, I will say I didn't do it," you say. "But I did. I did it, and I will do it again."

A pause, during which I manage to fake a soft snore, my heart doing double-flips.

"You cannot know that I can kill people for you," you breathe. "I will kill them all. But I'm scared you won't still love me if I'm like that. So, tomorrow I'm going to say I didn't do it, and you'll believe me - because you're convinced I'm a hero."

You kneel and I can feel your breath on my face. You smell of blood.

"Anyone who comes for you, baby, I will kill." I can hear your smile. "I just had to tell you that."

You get up and head for the shower.

I don't open my eyes. When you come to bed later, you put your arms around me, and we both fall asleep together.

[telekineticseance]

politely asking for munch remer with like a thigh kink or smth. just all over the readers thighs All the Damn Time :)

HAIL TO THE KING

pairing: doug remer x afab! reader

summary: remer comes home late after a few away games

genre: smut

word count: 1045

cw: cunniligus, fingering, just remer doing remer things, no pronouns but reader has female anatomy

author’s note: KING OF MUNCHVILLE

As much as you loved your boyfriend Doug Remer, his biggest con was his need to be in between your thighs. Whether it be in the morning, at night, before a game, after a game, whenever he had the time he would find his place there.

It was around 3am when you heard the front door open and quietly shut shortly afterwards. You knew Remer would be coming home late from an away game so you just assumed it was him as you turned back over and closed your eyes to go back to sleep. Shortly afterwards you heard the bedroom door creak open and felt the bed sink next to you as Remer started kissing your bare shoulder gently, his nose grazing your skin as he sank lower down.

You let out a soft hum, still not being able to see him in the dark room as you opened your eyes softly, turning over to face him. You caressed his face gently, letting your thumb stroke the stubble on his cheek as you kissed him. He kissed back, grinning in the process. “Hm, I missed you.” He mumbled against your lips, his large hand running down your body. You smiled at the sound of his voice and the feeling of his hands on yours, “It’s only been a week.” It had been a week, almost longer if he had chosen to stay the night in a hotel and head home the next day, but he ditched the team to come home earlier, to come home to you.

“A week is too long for me. You know that.” He whispered, leaning down to kiss on your neck. His hand was now on your thigh, his favorite body part of yours, as he pulled your leg over his waist. You let out another hum, letting your hand run into his hair, feeling his curls tangle around your fingers. His hand moved up your thigh, pulling at your panties to bring them down to your knees. “What do you think you're doing?” You giggled down at him. You felt his hair tickle your chin as he moved his head to look at you, “But babe..” He whined out, his hand stroking your thigh.

You let out a sigh, knowing he’d continue to whine until he got his way. His lips pressed against your jaw, “I’ve really missed you.” He whispered, his hand moving to your core. You let out a gasp as he inserted his middle finger in between your folds, causing him to let out a small chuckle. “I’ll stop if you still wanted me to,” He spoke as he inserted another finger, curling them once they hit a sensitive spot. You rolled your eyes, curling your toes as he continued pumping his fingers.

Remer rolled you over to your back as he pulled up your shirt with his free hand and started kissing down your chest and stomach. He kissed your thighs, pulling out his fingers and you felt him taking his time with your thighs. Kissing, sucking at them, licking the spot before moving in more to your inner thigh and repeating the process. You felt him spread your legs before sliding himself in between them, putting one over each shoulder. The feeling of his hair tickling your thighs made you squirm under his touch slightly, causing his grip on your thighs to get tighter.

His fingers were practically digging into your thighs as he pinned you down, blowing cold air against your clit causing you to thrust your hips up slightly towards his face. “Patience.” He whispered, letting out a chuckle. “Remer come on,” You let out a groan of annoyance, as he brushed his nose against your slit.

He ran his tongue along the edge of your slit, causing you to close your eyes tightly. His thumb rubbed circles as he kept his grip on your thighs, continuing to run his tongue along your slit, you could almost feel his smirk as you let out small whimpers from the feeling of his tongue. He removed one of his hands from your thigh and inserted his fingers once more, as he placed his lips around your aching clit. You let out a moan, throwing your head against the pillow as you gripped the sheets under you. You tightened your thighs around his head, causing him to let out a moan which sent vibrations through your core. You moaned out his name, moving your hands to his hair.

He curled his fingers to hit your g-spot, his tongue flicking at your clit. You could feel his eyes staring at you in the dark, probably trying to imagine your face as much as he could, wishing he had turned on the lights beforehand so he could see it. See the reaction he caused, as he took his place between your thighs. His throne he’d call it as he called himself the king of what he knew best, making you feel like a queen.

His free hand reached up under your baggy tank, gripping your breast as he massaged it between his fingers. You arched back, the grip on his hair tightening as you felt yourself slowly reach your peak. “F-Fuck Remer..” You whimpered out, as he pulled his mouth away from your clit, pumping his fingers faster. He leaned up, pressing his lips to yours before pulling away, “I wanna taste you on my lips.”

He inched back down your body, pulling his fingers out as his hands went back to gripping your thighs, his face burying into your hole. His tongue flicked rapidly, as you started grinding against his lips and nose, releasing your fluids against his face. He let out a groan in response, lapping up your mess like it was a necessity. You breathed heavily, feeling your chest rise and fall as he pulled himself away, lifting himself up to your face again.

“Fuck I missed you,” He whispered, reminding you once more. You let out a small laugh through your heavy breathing, Feeling him curl up next to you, his head resting against your chest, and his arms draped over your waist. You wrapped your arms around him, stroking his hair as you did so. “I really missed you too Remer.”

[dennisboobs]

charlie day & that one pair of black jeans