#Betrayal league

[hunkydorybaby]

my favorite flavor of sibling is Betrayal

[shythalia]

It's so funny knowing Arcane fans who don't know LoL lore (either cuz they don't want spoilers or just didn't wanna look it up) are upset about Vi joining the enforcers/wardens.

I'm not mad at them for feeling this way, honestly. Because that reaction is pretty much lore-accurate! It IS unfortunate that Vi is joining the cops, the people every Zaunite hates. No one is happy about this. Not Ekko, definitely not Jinx, & especially not Vi. But the video game character is a cop so, this is where they had to take this story to.

[starry-nights12]

John asking what else she's keeping from him and then THIS HAPPENS?!!!

Shayera: Hro and I are promised  to each other. It's like being engaged...

GIRL!!!!

John:

[sagaduwyrm]

You've Got My Heart (I've Got Your Soul)

Finding your soulmate is supposed to be the happiest day of your life, Tim had been told. Everyone who'd ever said that cleary hadn't had their soulmate try to kill them on their first meeting. He's just special like that. The Justice League believing the Fentons and the GIW about ghosts is a nightmare scenario for a number of reasons, not the least of which is that they have Danny. Like hell is Tucker going down without a fight though. A simple rescue mission turns into much more when he finds his soulmates among the people he's supposed to be keeping distracted.

This is already on tumblr here

[shehsart]

Most people don't get dabihawks, it's definitely not the lovey dovey ship it's supposed to be freaking nasty. It's an affair gone horribly wrong, just pure toxic yaoi madness with a tragic end. I think that's unique and that's why I like it.

[msmagicmane]

How did I get into this mess?

I wish things could go back to the way they were. Oh, what we could have been, old friend. But time changes people. Betrayal changes people. I would have never done anything to hurt you, brother. But now- here I am- alone, as a consequence of our taken paths. So alone. No one understands. They think I am a freak, a monster with a devilish face-yet I strive to make a better world for them. If I am so close to what we’ve always wanted, Vander, then why do I feel so hollow?

💧 “Alone” 2022

[thetimelordbatgirl]

I love how each season of Young Justice, the characters just fucking lie to each other somehow, and each season its uncovered, the characters obviously get consequences and bad reactions for their lies...and each season, the characters lie to each other again anyway, not learning at all from the prior season. And by love, I fucking hate this and wonder how the fuck the character's don't have true issues to the max with each other.

[skarlette1]

Therapeutic Massage

Argent had torn a muscle during a Libido League training exercise. Luckily, the team’s new healer, a mutant called Panacea, was on the job. As Panacea’s hands touched Argent’s bare flesh, the heroine could feel the pain fade away. Her injured leg trembled as Panacea’s healing powers prompted the muscle to re-knit itself deep inside. A rush of endorphin accompanied the process. A doctor’s visit…

[cigamfossertsim]

john constantine: ugh, batman. what a pain in the ass

zatanna: you can be a pain in the ass, john

jason blood: *grunt of agreement*

[spearxwind]

i have been made aware of a new league of legends song and it reminded me a lot of ur blog, have u heard of drown with me by falconshield?

AYO FALCONSHIELD BANGER?? I hadn't heard this one before but now I am and damn. That do be the fucking vibe of all time fr Im gonna be obsessed with this song

[martyrbat]

my toxic hockey trait is i love scrolling through opposing teams lb tag whenever we win a game... i wont ever interact or anything but its so >:3c to see people getting mad at my favorite team

[ruminate88]

Turn The Page??

Healing Journal 09/19/24 at 9:14 am

All these TikTok’s keep saying, “You can’t move on and turn the page to the next chapter, If you keep rereading the old chapter!” Sure that pricks my heart makes me feel bad. Makes me feel like I can’t let go of everything that’s happened to me. However, it’s not like I’m purposely wanting to hold onto the past purposely or not wanting to move on. After all, I’ve kept my ex Andrew blocked, and I haven’t tried to contact OR reach out to any of my exes! They’re just always on my mind. I’ll be in the middle of doing something and all the sudden a memory or a flashback will pop up in my mind and I don’t believe that’s holding onto the past, I believe it’s just part of the healing process.

I’m really trying hard not to beat myself up to be more understanding but to also remind myself why I blocked my ex Andrew‘s number and why it’s a bad idea to ever unblock him or reach out to him. Not because I don’t care about him or hate him, it’s about I can’t trust him. Maybe he’s grown since I was last with him but everywhere I read gives little hope… That’s really sad but it’s everywhere that I read and look, there’s little hope and so with that little hope, I tell myself probably not much has changed and rather than to hope for change, I need to just keep working on myself, but just working on myself alone is not enough. I could wash my face and paint my nails and try a new hobby and that’s not going to change anything……

Unless I change my heart and the way that I think towards people and life, nothing will ever change. This “self-care”, “ self discovery”, “healing journey”, it’s more about taking care of my soul and my belief system rather than to work on my appearance. IF you’re feeling the way I do, remember healing takes time and it’s personal for each person. I notice some folks are really healing super fast and I am happy for them! I can’t compare myself to them cuz our experiences are not quite the same. I was being emotionally abused by 3 different men for most of my 20’s. 😭😭😭 There’s a lot that needs fixed in me and I’m not trying to play a “victim”. Forgive me but I like to think of myself of more of a learning experience. I’m learning what a healthy relationship looks like, I’m learning about healing, forgiveness and compassion too. Lessons I wouldn’t have gotten if it wasn’t for the men of my past. Do I love them??? I loved the idea of them. The false faces they wore…. But, I don’t know the real them. Sadly, I’ll never know and that’s probably for the best. I think of Andrew quite literally every day but I know it’s just the trauma bond and wounds he inflicted that keeps me thinking of him. I WILL get over him.

In closing, forgiving yourself is just as important as forgiving the ones who hurt you!!! I’ve found it has to be everyday cuz some days I still wake up sad/hurt and I remind myself I have to continue to forgive and move forward ❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹 Hope this helps someone!

[aprilias]

Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice and your name is Xabi Alonso.

[halflingkima]

taliesin, whispering: he's giving you his phone number, just take it

[shotmrmiller]

simon isn't a man you take home. he's for the literal streets. dresses like he's homeless because all that matters is that his throwing knives and handguns are pristine. the only reason his home is spotless is because he doesn't live in it, it's all for show. his pantry has only salt and mouse traps, his fridge a long expired bottle of ketchup and something that if anyone ate, they'd gain superpowers.

he's got a crazy look in his eye, and who can blame him after all that shit he's been through? gut-wrenching betrayal, unimaginable torture, then buried alive shoulder to shoulder with his ol rotting buddy, ol decaying pal? he joined the military a butcher's apprentice, and now he's an echo of what simon riley used to be, a fading silhouette that wanders the corridors in base. a ghost.

he has to play music whenever he's not at work just to keep the screaming voices in his head at bay, and it has to be loud enough to drown out the incessant high-pitched ringing in his ears. a cacophony of noise that wears his thin string of patience into in-existence.

he's a killer, he's a man who's donned his skull mask for so long that he's forgotten the face underneath.

you don't bring a man like him home. and when you eventually did, even your parents had agreed.

he looks one clown short of a circus.

he hovers over you like a ghost. (ha)

possessive, obsessive, paranoid.

he'll kill you if you try to leave him.

simon heard everything, not like they had tried to keep their voice down. it hadn't really mattered to him, empty words pelting knotted flesh only a sharpened knife could cut through. but you hadn't taken any of it.

his little hero, coming to his defense. it'd been the first time- in a long time- that his icy cold, tiny heart skipped a beat.

simon's always been his own savior. he saved himself from the shit life he had with his family by joining the army. he'd clawed his way out of his own grave, freshly turned soil stuck under his fingernails for weeks. he'd gone after the head of roba, in the name of vengeance. even now, he's a part of the justice league, the task force 141.

unsung heroes.

and here you were, standing in your parent's kitchen, all bared teeth and scalding temper- over him.

simon's so aroused that when he rises from where he's seated, he sways on his feet. there's no stopping him from briskly walking over to you and hoisting you up and over his shoulder, heading for the door.

there's no stopping him from throwing you into the backseat, and climbing in after.

you weakly try to stop him with stammered words, just wanting to know what the fuck he's doing but when simon starts to impatiently undo the button of your jeans, his confined manhood pushing up underneath you, it clicks.

you don't want him to stop when the calloused pad of his thumb rubs your slippery clit with expertise, thick fingers curling inside your swollen cunt.

you definitely don't want him to stop when his cock slides through your slick folds, his hand wrapped around his thick base. his tip pushes inside, mild discomfort already flaring. gravity then does the work, slowly sinking you onto him until his thighs are flush against your arse. the sweet, decadent burn of him splitting you in half sparking your nerve endings alight, from the waist to your knees.

you beg him not to stop when he fucks you in earnest; desire, sticky and wet, dampening the coarse trimmed hair of his cock. the air inside the truck muggy, heavy and thick with sex. he places his hand under your navel, right when he knows he is, and grunts when he gently presses down. the noises coming from you and your sodden pussy are obscene, lewd, downright vulgar and he wonders if you'd let him record it- to replace the banal music he usually listens to.

your breath hitches beautifully, and simon makes sure to watch how you let go of his shoulder to weave that hand downward to take yourself over the edge.

"impatient little pet, can't even wait f'me to get ya there, eh?" the low chuckle he lets out is cut short at the feeling of your slick walls fluttering around him, making him groan. he keeps his sharp gaze on you when your body tenses, back arching as you jerk fast, little circles over your pearl. he plants his feet and begins to thrust upward, your weight nothing to his strength and-

how beautiful you look in the pleasure he brings you.

it's cliche, truly, that he comes when you do, but he couldn't care less in this instance. your cunt squeezes him like a silken fist, a tight vice that milks his cock almost painfully so. his grip around your waist is bruising, but it only adds to the sensation- the delightful bite of pain prolonging your pleasure.

the base of his spine tingles from his climax, and his breathing is ragged. alive. your hands skim the wide breadth of his chest, as if brushing off the dirt he'd once been buried under.

his little hero.

you took him home, so now he takes you to his.

(...don't look in the kitchen, pet.)