#Assignment for business

[six-of-cringe]

Once when I was in college I needed a picture of my fish for an assignment, but the fish lived at home so I text my brother to send me a picture and he asks "how close of a picture" and I say "pretty close" and he sends me this

[violetwolfraven]

The timeline of the Tinkerbell movies is so fucking funny like Tink was out there getting bullied attempting to fundamentally change what she is and revolutionizing the talent of tinkering all within like. A week tops. of her birth. At the queen’s revue Queen Clarion goes “Tinkerbell sweetheart has no one explained?” (about tinkers not going to the mainland) and it’s like!!! No shit they haven’t explained!!! Homegirl was born yesterday!!!

[glitter-stained]

More of trans allegory Jason and the goons VS the batfam:

Transmasc older goon, trying to connect: Hey out of curiosity boss, when did your egg crack?

Jason, thinking this is a bird pun about how he became Robin: Uh, 12 I guess...

****

Penguin henchman: Wow, you really are okay calling yourselves goons? Isn't that like a little demeaning?

Red Hood Goon: Inclusivity my guy -Henchperson is a mouthful, and that way, we don't have to assume.

Penguin Henchman: Oh my god that's so thoughtful!

*they resume shooting at eachother.*

*****

Batman You're not okay Hood, you need a professional. Please, we can help you!

Jason: There's nothing wrong with me, I won't let you throw me into Arkham!

Goon of the week: Yeah Batfreak, the boss doesn't need help, there's nothing wrong with him! How would you like it if we tried to convert you out of being a furry, huh?!!

Batman: reconsiders life choices.

****

Angry goon: *beats the shit out of Nightwing with a trans pride flag*

Dick, a bisexual cis metrosexual: I'm not sure what is happening but this feels offensive.

****

Batman: Please, I know there's a lot of bad blood, but you're still my child...

Jason: Really? Because I clearly remember you saying you weren't my father and didn't have to deal with my "teenage angst"!

The Goons: You said what?!

Oracle : You said what?!

Dick, standing up and picking up the pride flag: You said what.

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

I feel you should know my wife and I genuinely always call it the Evil Penis Music now and we do so even in the middle of completely serious sentences / plot discussion where we aren't joking. That's just what it's called now.

Evil Penis Music infiltrates another household.

[houseofhyde]

tldr;; bucky has a praise kink <3

thinking about thunderbolts!bucky who’s so calm and collected it’s almost insulting. you’re a mess from the moment he kisses you, body practically melting into his and doing everything but screaming in his face ‘i’m yours, please use me.’ clothes are shed, skin is touched, nerves are brought to life by skimming fingers and an explorative tongue. he’s feeding two vibranium fingers into your cunt while his mouth ghosts over your hips, your thighs, your clit. your hand’s buried in his hair and making a mess of that freshly blown-out dyson airwrap look he’s got going on lately, your mouth is struggling to remember the shape of any word besides his name, and all the while bucky is cool as a goddamn fucking cucumber. smiling when you gasp at the curling of his fingers, cooing when you whine in protest at his mouth moving back to kissing the plush of your thighs, mocking your moans in a tone that’s just the right mixture of cocky and condescending that any irritation it arises within you is promptly replaced with the reminder that the man between your legs is basically the embodiment of a greek god sculpture and you should be so lucky as to be teased by him. until he slips his cock into you and suddenly the whole facade crumbles...

gone is silver-tongued bucky who could probably talk an orgasm out of you, here to stay is the version of bucky who’s so in need of approval it’s practically pathetic. every other word is a question of if you’re okay, if you feel good, if he’s fucking you just how you need him to. and if he’s not rambling in search of reassurance, muscles taut and body sticking to yours in a mouthwatering mixture of sweat and other bodily fluids, he’s a whining, moaning, panting mess. those pretty lips parted by your ear, giving you a front-row seat to the undoing of his sanity as he gives into the pleasure of worshipping you.

god forbid he’s fucking you so good, you can’t even think, nevermind speak. and oh no! bucky barnes’ hunt for approval leaves him empty handed; you’re not answering his questions. so that must mean you’re not okay, he’s not making you feel good, he’s not fucking you how you need him to, so now he’s gotta prove himself even more. twist you around, or fold you up, or spread you out in whatever positions he deems necessary to fully get across the point that not only can he fuck you good, he can fuck you best. better than any of the idiots born in your generation, the ones you’d wasted your time on before he came along, the ones who used to expect you to split the bill for a date in which they’d spent more time talking about themselves during than even bothering to ask you a single thing, all the while he was still gallivanting around the globe as a sleeper agent. none of that really matters anymore though, because out of all the shit life has put him through, at least it’s brought him to this, to you, to your drooly cunt that practically calls out his name each time he thrusts his cock back into it.

and trust that no matter what position you start out in, it’s always bound to end with bucky practically using his entire body as a shield over your own. one moment sergeant barnes is living up to his title and giving it to you good in missionary, the next thing you know he’s draped over you like a weighted blanket and making sure you’re looking at nothing but those piercing blue eyes that let you know where home is. you’re riding him, doing all the work? not for long, bucky can barely last a few minutes with his back on the couch, or the bed, kitchen counter, or stairs (teehee), literally wherever the fuck bucky decides to go feral on you, without he’s sitting up and taking over, fucking up into you because it’s his responsibility to take you to the brink of paradise, how dare you try steal his job? if you’re on your hands and knees, fear not! for soon your cheek will be pressed against the bed, the ground, or whatever surface he’s got you spread out on, and bucky will be pressed right behind you, smothering you as he fills you deeper, and deeper, and deeper, until he’s made sure he’s infected every single one of your thoughts with nothing but him, him, him. because he needs to make sure he’s the only thing you see, and feel, and think of. he needs your world to revolve around him, as much as his revolves around you.

and when it all comes to a crescendo and bucky feels that sweet relief of you coming undone around him, make sure you enjoy the moment of respite with his head buried in your neck and his hand smoothing over your skin, because that super soldier serum will soon come in clutch and bucky will pretend to be cool, calm and collected once again just to keep you up all night with his desperation to be told he’s doing good.

+++ extra hyde. this is longer than i expected (that's what she said.)

[pato-roldnart]

Bueno pues, jayvik and their plant babies ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

[learnelle]

Spending the gloomy grey days correcting my assignments and wandering around the city. I'm so excited for the Christmas holidays, they can't come fast enough!

[shepscapades]

Hermit a Day May: Day 4 — Keralis!

[harrowharkwife]

i'm so used to there just being random unidentified bones laying around everywhere in these damn books that it finally occurred to me, just now, to wonder where the bones on new rho came from. y'know, the bones palamedes always tried to teach nona necromancy on.

they're his.

palamedes, who always loved teaching, living on borrowed time in a body that's not his own. palamedes, mentoring, teaching- parenting, by sixth standards, mind you. and that boy is sixth, through and through.

and the entire point of teaching nona necromancy in the first place was to try and determine if nona is, well, nonagesimus, right? so it has to be bones, it can't not be bones. bones are, like, her whole thing.

but they're not in the nine houses, anymore. things are different, on new rho.

they burn bones here. dig up the cemeteries. a society terrified of zombies will evolve to dispose of its dead differently.

the only bones he has access to now are his own. (camilla wouldn't let anyone take them- skull or hand, doesn't matter. they're still him, and she doesn't let go, remember? it's her one thing.)

palamedes woke up every morning wearing someone else's body to then gently place the shrapnel of his own in the cupped palms of a girl who's the closest thing he'll ever have to a daughter and try to teach her- how did the angel put it, again? normal school, as much as possible, for as long as possible.

(but hey, in a roundabout way, at least it's a chance for him to touch camilla again, right? nevermind that she's not there to feel any of it because he's in the driver's seat, that he can only stay for fifteen minutes at a time. it's atoms that belong to camilla touching atoms that used to belong to him, and that's close enough. he'll take what he can get, these days- if she can be their flesh, he can be the end. so what if holding his own bones is a mindfuck? so what if looking at them makes him nauseous? surely he can suck it up and deal with it for fifteen minutes. it's the least he can do— his poor camilla was the one who had to scrape the bloody pulp of them off the floors of canaan house.)

(speaking of, here's a fun fact: we actually only see nona practicing with the bones one time, on-page. camilla's final line in that scene, before palamedes takes over, is none other than: 'keep going. there are some bones left.' ow!)

remember, too, that the only part of dulcinea, the real dulcinea, that palamedes ever physically touched, was her tooth- the one that ianthe gave him, pulled from the ashes cytherea burnt her down to. he only ever touched dulcie once, and it wasn't until after she was already gone, but that doesn't matter- it still happened, and you can't take loved away.

in this same roundabout, bittersweet, by-proxy sort of way, palamedes has been physically touched by nona, too: the atoms she currently occupies, touching atoms that he used to occupy, and never will again.

the main interaction we've seen between palamedes and his mother took place back on the sixth, with her acting as mentor and him as pupil: the two of them studying a set of hand bones, juno encouraging him every step of the way.

we know that harrowhark's "most vivid memory of her mother was of her hands guiding harrow's over an inexpertly rendered portion of skull, her fingers encircling the fat baby bracelets of harrow's wrists, tightening this cuff to indicate correct technique."

they're still small for a nineteen year old, but the wrists are bigger, in this new set of memories nona's making. and it's not an inexpertly rendered portion of skull anymore- it's a hand, now, albeit one crafted from [a piece of skull reassembled (painstakingly—passionately—laboriously reassembled) from fragments, manually, and not by a bone magician, from the skull of someone who, soon after death or symptomatically during, had exploded.] and the identity and origin of these bones is no mystery at all. they belong to palamedes, and he's consented to their use for this purpose, and that matters.

but the details are just set dressing, really. the foundation of the memory is the same.

palamedes and his mother, juno and her son.

harrow and her mother; pelleamena and her daughter.

nona and her father-mother-teacher; palamedes and his daughter.

[homkamiro]

EVERYONE SHUT THE FUCK UP!!! I need to tell just how running blind fanfiction by @thetriggeredhappy fucked me up

I'm not joking when I say that this is my favourite fic ever made, I literally don't, everything about it is so perfect, so detailed and so emotional,, i cried a lot, i laughed a lot, and I was really amazed by some of the plot twitsts

EVERYONE needs to read it, and if you don't imma bust yo damn kneecaps

[hoaxghost]

We never even talked about this project in depth or had it come up, why did he make us do this

[halfbaked00q]

Im soooo weak to when Bond is like casually being used or exploited at his expense for some ostensible Greater Good except the situation doesn't HAVE to come to that, not really, and he's so inured and even numb to it that he barely pays it any mind; meanwhile, Q absolutely minds and is very indignant on his behalf and works overtime to like either try to avert or forestall the situation before it gets to the point where Bond has to dig his own claws into more of his soft underbelly to offer up on the sacrificial alter of politics of all tawdry things, or to manufacture a way in which he does the needless "needful" so as to spare Bond at least one unnecessary additional wound upon his psyche.

bonus if Bond finds out and maybe after being angry or indignant about it - I don't need you to do my job for me, Q, this is what I'm here to do - and either Q tells him/lets slip or he deduces that like, this isn't Q thinking he can't get the job done, this is Q finding him precious and worthy of protecting, and like. he's just very in awe of that and does in fact feel very safe and cherished within the cradle of his Quartermaster's regard

[hummingjay]

Araposting

[oxelin]

family time on the Carrier

[lyqiche]

steb commission from oomf on insta ^_^

[daily-snufkin]

🌿 DAY 9

Notes app Snufkin because I am busy help