#AHHH !!!!

[cam-the-orange-cat]

THE ART COMING FROM THE ARCANE FANDOM RIGHT NOW IS PHENOMENAL OH MY GOD

only you.

[soapyakships]

How are we feeling about Ena5 rn

[emotionalblues]

THIS LOOK.

[jallisonenthusiast]

HOLYY

[literal-monster21]

i'm going INSANE over this I NEED IT I NEED IT NOW BUT IM BROKE SO I CAMT EVEN SEE IT IM GONNA CRY REAL TEARS I HATE MY STUPID BAKA LIFE WAHHHHHH

Have any HolyGhost shippers seen Will Branner’s audition tape for Max, because they’d get a kick out of it. That boy is beyond WHIPPED for Grace 10x more there. I won’t show due to it being behind a paywall, but it’s the scene where Grace and Max interact for the first time and when Grace off screen does her chanting to cancel the dance, Will as Max literally dramatically grabs the wall behind him and his eyes go wide all dreamy like as if he just saw an angel. It was fr a “get you someone who looks at Grace the way Max looks at her” moment for a second. Also in the tape he says “Chastity, why can’t you take a hint? You’re my girl got it?” all softly, sigh he’s so problematic yet beyond whipped.

Oh and during the “nuns, librarians” line, in the tape he says “stepmom” too so…take that as what you will lol.

[savaralyn2]

[sunsestart]

Doomed siblings

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[mournfulroses]

Velimir Khlebnikov, from The Collected Works of Velimir Khlebnikov; “Lyrics,”

[urbestestwindgod]

now where are they

{open Starter} going home

*Ally was getting anxious she didn't like her stepdad and birth mom. But she needed to go back to tell them that she was safe and not to worry about her but she was still anxious*

What do you do?

(tags @acezinspace @emdabitchass @urbestestwindgod @cloak-of-ares @least-favorite-hades-kid @penelope-is-waiting @odysseus-of-ithaca-is-lost @aura-of-the-winds @lucifermorningstar-official @the-speedster-god @lethia-not-athena @the-god-ofwar @seleneandheliosog @/anyone )

(my master list)

(tell me if you want to be added or remove)

[frownyalfred]

one night in Gotham, there’s some sort of disruption, strange magic, or curse. all of the Batkids go down and come back up with powers that reflect their vigilante personas in some way. Dick can fly, Jason has super strength, Tim can read minds nearby, etc. they freak out, try out the powers a little, and decide to return home early from patrol because Bruce is gonna be pissed, right? he’s going to want to figure this out and study it. Duke is laughing his ass off all the way home (he got called for backup while they were processing) and enjoying a boost to his own powers.

they get home and Bruce isn’t in the Cave. he’s not in the Manor, and Alfred doesn’t know where he went. Duke gets a hit on the distant grounds, out by the lake. It’s Bruce, but not Bruce. whatever strange kickback of magic/power that gave them their new abilities is nothing compared to this.

Gotham has possessed Bruce, in every single way possible. he’s perched on a cliff overlooking Gotham, dressed only in sweatpants, uncaring of the cold. his eyes are sunken pits into Gotham’s foundations. his teeth are the gleam of bone. he is so beautiful and so terrible, all at once.

their new abilities, these powers, are a boon. they’ll take back Gotham from the night, as he foot soldiers. but they will never have Bruce — Bruce — ever again. that is the price.

[forrpercyy]

i had this idea for an AU if Percy went to camp when Poseidon wanted him to (so when he was 8) and drew a bunch of little doodles of it

enjoy :P

[mossytrashcan]

Have you seen my son? Have you seen my beautiful boy?

bonus close up

[d0not-disturb]

They mean- *cries* So much to me

(Click for better quality)

*dies but not in a straight way*

[timethehobo]

That look he gave in one of the new screenshots tho.

[logansdoe]

WHEN WILL IT BE ME

thinking about domestic oldman!logan !!! 

smut, mdni! fem!reader. 

old man logan would murmur something around, “do you like it like this, darlin’?” when he fingers you :( his lips are pressed along your ear, and the scruff of his greying beard feels so ticklish on your skin. you’d whine out in high-pitched noise, hiccups slipping through your lips.

a particular thrust of his fingers makes you gasp and instinctively shut your thighs at the sudden ecstasy.

“shh,” logan coos as he rubs his hoarse thumb along your swollen button, circling it expertly, “open y’r legs again, princess. c’mon.“ 

logan coaxes you with his voice and soft kisses. when you shake your head in reply, too overwhelmed to barely speak, logan doubles his efforts. he has never done this before, he thinks. 

being so soft, so patient, so tolerant.

he will prolong the foreplay even when you're shaking in his hold and begging him to fuck you, to "please, logan. wan’ it—," logan just nuzzles his nose on your tear-stained cheek and curls his fingers in your cunt again, “jus’ a little more, princess. y’can do that f’r your old man, can’t you?”

“fuck, look at her. y’re such a messy girl,” he talks down at your pussy, bringing the same two fingers to rub at your folds. he spread your wetness up and down, and you whimpered with the euphoria it produced. his tone turned to a whisper, “messy little pussy, huh?

“mhm..” you whispered back, brain all cloudy now.

“mhm?” logan adjusted his glasses to look at you, rubbing you gently, “all messy for y'r husband?”

gosh, logan loves to refer to himself like that–purposely intertwining your hands with his to see how the wedding rings complement each other. 

“yeah.”