#Black Leather Spiked Jacket

[shinyhotties]

Fitness Model: Елена Лапышева (Elena Lapysheva) 'aka' @alenaplatoon

Image: @romanov, Around april 2017.

[zegalba]

Frankie Morello

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Spider Punk stimboard for anon with themes of anarchy, punk culture and spray painting!

[dio-the-thot-exterminator]

Whole Gang in this Bitch on Bully - Cupcakke Source: Twitter

[greattideflow]

Lil Missy

Ko-Fi / P / Folio / Merch

[3xkj]

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[deathsmark]

mun vs. muse tagged by @oblivisms tagging : you !!

[xeneric-shrooms]

obsessed with your gay punk cockroach fursona. i have to know more about him

BLOCKKSSSS!! We are rotating Gaylord between our brainwaves like a spit roast <33

— He can and will eat garbage; Scraps and leftovers of food, rotting vegetables and meat– he stays away from fruit unless he wants to get drunk. ("what, so when ants or beetles do it it's 'okay' and 'cute', but when I do it it's 'disgusting' and 'gross'?")

— Gaylord longs for a life-long relationship but a lot of the guys he meets aren't looking for that so the best thing he can do is sleep with people. ("I try not to let myself get attached to others. Apparently 'emotional connection' is too much for people.")

— Solence Bumble was his longest romantic partner, who broke up with Gaylord after four years. ("Fucking Sol.. All those late night conversations about engagement and growing old together. WE MOVED IN WITH EACH OTHER! You engraved that damn heart on my pronotum too but you were 'scared of commitment' and 'its not you it's me'. BULLSHIT. You left me for that stupid Hercules beetle..")

— He can fly. ("... Don't ask me to I can't control where I go...")

— Gaylord fucking LOVES succulents. He would love to have a big aloe vera plant if he didn't live in an apartment. ("I like red lions a lot. I always put them in my succulent arrangements. Adds a nice splash of color! Also there's a sedum succulent referred to as fuzzy wuzzys.")

— He can bake bread. It's cathartic for him. ("My least favorite bread to bake is sour dough. I just can't get it to taste right everytime no matter how long or short i let the dough ferment.")

— Works as a bartender at a gaybar. ("It's... Not as fun as people think. Though I do get the authority to not serve complete jackasses and to call security on them, so that's nice.)

— He secretly really likes pop music. ("Don't tell people that, I have a reputation to uphold!... 'Call Me Maybe' by Carly Ray Jepsen is really good...")

— His name provides really good nickname opportunities like 'Gay Cock' and 'Gay Roach' and 'Cock Lord'. People just opt to calling him 'Lord' though. ("That's because they don't know how to have fun. I'd love if people called me Cock Lord!")

— He does not have an air fryer. ("I do not have an air fryer.") ((He really doesn't.))

[solradguy]

I got matte leather finish the other day so I can finally tone down my red leather jacket so it's not glossier than a friggin freshly waxed sports car anymore lol I've been putting off customizing it further until I did something about that gloss. Though, it's been cold/snowy lately and it's warmer than my black jacket despite being very slightly shorter... Dunno when I'll be able to put the finish on it (don't wanna freeze my ass off going outside in my black jacket)

[skin-bible]

[super-novian-stuff]

Punk’alling

[bikerfashionjacket]

Black Punk Genuine Leather Jacket Men With Spikes Decor Biker Studded Leather Jacket For Mens Stylish Spikes Jacket.

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[butcharyastark]

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[kettlefire]

Prepare for the unexpected. (DPxDC)

Everyone knew about the reign of Pariah Dark. Even those who did not dabble in those realms have heard the tale of the tyrant. A power-hungry man who ruled over the dead with an iron fist.

Following the rise of Pariah Dark, his realm had been effectively cut off from communication. Many mystics and magic users knew better than to open the door of nightmares that could arise if Pariah Dark's reach went further than his own realm.

Except, the universe had plans to bring the realm of the dead back into the cards.

A new opponent, one that had all of Earth's heroes scrambling for options. A being with powers of a god over weather, destruction was on the horizon. A world ending threat.

It's the only reason the Justice League was doing this. In a deep bunker, far from close civilization as a precaution, the heroes looked on with grim expressions.

The world was already being threatened. It would be destroyed regardless of what the league did. So it only made sense to make the last ditch effort. To summon someone strong enough to defeat the threat.

No one wanted to do it. No one wanted to be the one to pull the realm of the dead back to the living. The consequences were untold if this succeeded. If Pariah Dark was freed and defeated the threat, whose to say he won't want control?

That was a problem for later. For the aftermath. For now, the league could only watch on with bated breath as Constantine completely the summon ritual.

They watched on as the shadows in the room seemed to darken and grow. As the sigil sputtered to life with a glow that was growing increasingly brighter. A sudden gust of wind rushed through the room, the temperature began to drop with eaching ticking second.

And then it was all gone.

The room stood perfectly still. Just as it had been moments before. Nothing changed. No giant king standing before them, no sign that the ritual worked.

The room stood deadly still for another beat before the murmurs started. The team trying to make sense of the situation, figure out what went wrong.

Constantine swore up and down that this was the correct ritual, taking offense that they would even think the problem was on his end. It only made it better when it finally happened.

A loud sound ripped through the room, pulling everyone's attention back to the summoning circle. Just in time to see a tear appear in the space above the circle.

A thin tear that ran the length of eight feet. The fabric of the dimension seems to curl at the edges, pulling back to reveal a deep glowing swirl of greens. A dark gloved hand reached through, fingers curling around the edge of the tear, stretching it even further.

A portal. The ritual had worked, but there had been a delay. A delay that had every hero nerves on edge. Each team member tensed, weapons at the ready as they watched the being stretch the portal to the right size.

Then, a foot stepped out with a heavy thud. A dark boot that looked otherworldly despite its similarity to mortal clothing. A deep black that seemed never-ending. A second foot quickly followed before a full body emerged from the portal.

Not many people in the room have ever seen Pariah Dark, let alone know what to expect. Based on what Constantine and Zatara had said, this wasn't Pariah Dark.

A man had stepped out of the portal, standing at almost seven feet tall, and built like a brick house. One glance at the glowing white hair, deadly red eyes, and shard teeth was enough to know this being was not to be messed with.

But there was no giant show of armor or royal garbs. There is no large crown at the top of his head or jewelry from the infinite realms laced around his neck.

Instead, the man stood before them in combat boots, worn-in ripped jeans, a graphic t-shirt, and a spiked leather jacket. Despite his almost normal clothing choice, the man's jacket seemed to be a never-ending depth of the dark night sky. If one was to look closely enough, the cosmos could almost be made out in the sea of darkness.

None of that would have prepared them for when the man spoke. His tone sounded more bored than anything as he took a step forward.

"Oh, so now you need the help of the dead." The man had spoken, running a hand through his hair. When Batman took a step forward to speak, the man raised a hand. Immediately commanding silence in the single gesture. "I'm on babysitting duty and have yet to have a cup of coffee. I'll be right back."

Just like that, both the man and portal vanished into thin air. Leaving behind a group of stunned heroes. Not only was the man not Pariah Dark, but he was also supposedly babysitting.

"Did that just-"

The Flash had been the first voice to speak up, his eyes trained on where the man had once stood. Except he had barely made it through the first few words before the man was suddenly back.

The man that now had a child hanging off his shoulders and another teen being held up by his scruff. Unlike the man, these kids looked human.

Too human for Bruce's liking. The dark black hair and bright blue eyes had every heroes eyes flickering to Batman for just the briefest moment.

"This isn't fair! I'm not even the king. Why do I have to be here!" The teenager had been complaining the moment the man had reappeared. Arms crossed tight over his chest and seemingly used to being held dangling. "Besides, who brings kids to a show down! Wait til I tell mom about this."

"Aw, come on, Danny. This is gonna be fun!!" The younger girl seemed in much better spirits than the teen, Danny. She had climbed up the large man, sitting on his shoulders and resting her arms on the mess of glowing hair. "It's like take your kids to work day! Ooo, Dan! Can we fight too!?"

Unlike the two kids, the man looked purely exhausted and annoyed. The man, Dan, dropped Danny like a sack of potatoes as he took a long drink from the travel cup in his hand.

It didn't take a genius to recognize the look of an exhausted parent in Dan's expression. A look many of the league members were well acquainted to. A look that even had Batman grimacing with sympathy.

"Can it, little shits. You two were grounded, remember." Dan had growled at the kids before shifting his focus back on the team of heroes before them. His glowing eyes set in a deadly glare. "Pariah Dark isn't coming, and he never will. He's been dethroned and banished. We're the best you've got."

A summoning that started with a group of on edge and scared heroes looking for the ghost king, ended in a way no one expected.

No one was even sure if it made any sense. They weren't sure if they should feel hopeful or in despair.

Because truly, what was a ghostly man with two seemingly human children against a godlike foe with the control over the weather?

The unspoken question of power and ability seemed to vanish following Dan downing the metal travel cup of coffee, and crushing it in his fist.

He tossed it to the side, straighting up his posture as he looked over the heroes. Dan might not be a hero, but he's been playing family for too long.

An almost feral, bloodhungry grin spread across the man's face, sharp fangs on full display. The look made the man suddenly look even less human. He looked closer to a demon from the pits of hell rather than the exhausted parent he looked just a few seconds ago.

"Point me in the direction of this bastard. It's been too long since I let loose and had some fun."