#CAUGHT! in the ACT!

[everwalldigan]

Bruce: *waking up in a hospital that he drove himself to after having a heart attack and telling absolutely nobody* hey…

The entirety of the batclan looking over him with Dick in the centre, an absolute terrifying grin on his face:

Dick: hello Bruce, nice evening isn’t it? Got something to share with us?

Edit: the fic is now out on ao3! https://archiveofourown.org/works/57780508

[archerdepartures116]

Shitpost idea: what if Liu qingge and shang qinghua swapped bodies

[evebestt]

"It was a raven that bore me news of Laena's death" he knows he fucked up

[elkian]

So I never really questioned Kabru and Mithrun's dynamic given what's coming up, but that episode really emphasized some stuff to me. We know already that long-lived races, particularly elves, have a tendency to dismiss the other groups as being childlike. But the sheer infantilization that everyone, and specifically Kabru, have to deal with in that episode really hammers it home.

When Kabru mentions his adoption, pretty much all of the Canaries start immediately treating him like a toddler. And we know from flashbacks in the manga that he received pretty much the same treatment from his adopter - I wouldn't say he was quite treated like a favored pet, but it's much closer to that than any kind of healthy relationship dynamic.

So when Mithrun stands up, gets in his face, looks him eye-to-eye and says: "You're plotting something. I'm going to find out what.", that? That is the first time in this scene - maybe in his life - that an elf takes Kabru seriously. Mithrun has his own thing going on, but regardless of his reasoning, he addresses Kabru as a person and an adult. As someone with complex motivations who could potentially trip him up. I don't doubt Kabru has in the past used that infantilization to his advantage, but it's blatantly obvious that he doesn't enjoy it. Who would? So Mithrun starting their relationship by treating Kabru as a peer explains a lot about their dynamic down the line, in my opinion.

Kabru doesn't have to prove his humanity, his personhood, his adulthood to this man, one of a group infamous for how they treat younger species. It must feel like one hell of a paradigm shift.

EDIT: I've seen it pointed out on this post and others that Kabru also shows Mithrun understanding and decency and sees him in a way that others haven't been and I think that's a very important parallel and good point.

[zkaus]

Two takes.

That's all they had to get this right

But that's all they needed.

Rolin was right.

There is something really heavy in this scene.

Sam and Jacob have spent three years carrying these characters inside themselves. Hundred of late nights and dawns together (on and off set). Conversations, debates, meals shared, laughter and probably tears too.It's clearly been a journey for them, not just their characters.

But there's something else happening here too.

Eric saw it. He watched these actors go places others won't (or can't). Something challenging and authentic.

Even Eric (a veteran actor of 50+ years) said he's never been on a show like this, never pushed himself so far outside his comfort zone. But for this show, he's happy to do it because he knows he can trust them.

Eric nailed it when he spoke about the importance of trust and engaging with genuine emotions for both Jacob and Sam:

Jacob talks about Sam the same way,

This is why this feels so real.

Because it's true when Sam says:

And Jacob was only half joking when he said:

It's their complete trust in each other. It's their willingness to engage truthfully with painful emotions.

Shared grief and shared sorrow hurts, and Jacob and Sam aren't holding anything back. They feel safe going to places that are deeply painful and hard. Ugly and nasty. Full of regret and remorse. And genuine love.

This is why it feels so truthful in that moment.

This is why they only needed two takes.

.

[divineandmajesticinone]

4 MINUTES (2024) I EP 5 "How about this. How much do you want? Give me a number."

[clairenatural]

okay but you see sam has ALSO fallen for dean's act. sam also believes dean to be the macho, daddy's soldier, beer boobs cars guy he presents himself as. this is why sam makes fun of dean whenever he even lightly steps out of that mold and thinks it's harmless banter instead of attacking an insecurity. it's why he laughs when john talks down to dean in the early seasons and it's why he seems surprised when dean is more comfortable with himself in the later seasons. it's why he just scoffs but doesn't push it when dean puts up a front and refuses to talk about his emotions and just accepts whatever excuse he makes at face value. it's why he offers dean a strip club to make him feel better when cas dies. and this isn't his fault!! dean has spent a very long time perfecting this image in front of everyone and ESPECIALLY to sam because along with it comes safety and security and stability and the only person. who has consistently been able to see through it. is castiel

[wildflowercryptid]

that one part from indigo disk, but make it even MORE dramatic

[hyolks]

references!! subject to change bc character design is my death sentence. also some sillies bc is it really fma if ed doesnt get called short/kid at least once

[valtsv]

How so-called "Died and came back wrong" fans look when real zombie horror comes at them:

if more zombie horror focused more on the "died and came back wrong" aspect and less on jumpscares and guys in halloween makeup screaming and biting people and jerking the camera around i would enjoy them more

[saturdaysky]

a little morning pick-me-up

-

A morning on the way to Baldur's Gate. The party booked themselves into an inn and enjoyed real beds, hot baths, and privacy for the first time since the Nautiloid.

Gale and Mayhew shared a room, of course. They were filled with the relief of surviving the shadows and the glow of finally getting together, so their private room was probably a blessing for the whole party, honestly.

-

This was some ascended anatomy practice! Referenced some great stock from @null-entity.

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

date night! Barnaby planned. well. "planned"

[racke7]

De-aged and injured Danny

Danny is found out by his parents. They don't take it well.

Clockwork is very upset about this, because he'd gambled on almost-certain odds of them being chill about it. So now he has to run damage-control before this very unlikely time-line goes even further off the deep end.

Unfortunately, Danny needs to be in the living world, not the Infinite Realms. Which means that Clockwork needs to put Danny somewhere safe. Somewhere where nobody will find him.

And double-unfortunately, the only place that remotely fits this bill is to contact Lady Gotham.

City-spirits aren't... super-reliable. They're Neverborns who very very rarely consider "humanoid shapes" worth figuring out. So they just kind of... exist. An ectoplasmic presence that's undeniable, but also extremely difficult to have a conversation with.

Thankfully, Lady Gotham is (for all of her... quirks) generally very hero-aligned. Which is why she's the best one to ask for sanctuary for Danny.

Danny who Clockwork de-aged as a way to "limit his injuries" of being vivisected.

Lady Gotham agrees, but she only has one "safe place" to put him. And her Knight is a little bit too paranoid for her to just dump an injured child in his lair, without causing more trouble than it's worth.

But it's hardly a difficult thing, to arrange a few things, and place Danny in a spot where his injuries will cause her Knight to hurry to his aid.

Such as... in a room filled with medical equipment, right next door to where Joker has just lost a fight with Batman.

Things escalate somewhat when Batman finds him and makes some assumptions about what Joker has been up to. Tempers run a bit high, someone loses a few extra teeth, someone else has to physically drag Bruce off Joker's body before he beats him to death, and the Joker considers the whole thing a grand old laugh (he has no idea what's going on, but it sure pissed off Batty, and that's always a treat).

Of course, the Batfam has to actually investigate the scene, evacuate Danny, give Danny medical aid, and then also ask Danny about what happened.

Danny wakes up and is very confused about a lot of things.

He's no longer being vivisected. Great. Love that part.

He's somewhere he doesn't recognize (the Batcave). Could be good, could be bad. At least the bed is pretty nice?

He's very small. This feels like a personal attack. He might not have gotten a good growth-spurt yet, but taking away what he had is cruel and unusual.

And there's a weirdo in an... armored bat-costume? Who isn't setting off his ghost-sense? What the hell kind of "normal" person wears something like that?

Still, Danny does answer the questions that Batman asks him, because... well, there's a green post-it-note in his pocket that says he shouldn't lie.

So Danny tells Batman about his parents cutting him up "for science". And Batman hears that the Joker somehow managed to hire two mad scientists who (upon the tiniest bit of suggestion from the Joker, who'd definitely seen the similarities between Danny and Jason and thought it would be a "funny prank") had leapt at the opportunity to vivisect their own son.

This is definitely worrying, because from the phrasing, they'd been "wanting to do it for a long time". And considering Danny's slow heartbeat and low body-temperature? They'd been wanting to do it because he was a meta.

So, somewhere out there (the Bats had found no trace of the two) were two deranged lunatics who wanted to cut open metas to "see how they worked".

Batman does the very reasonable thing and actually contacts the rest of the Justice League with their descriptions, just in case they'd managed to leave Gotham before the Bats had tracked them down.

[p0ssym1lker]

Tim and Jason about to make brucie wayne look like a genius: this is all for you

Dick, who was caught with starfire and needed someone to take the spotlight: I love you

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Hi! I hope this is okay but I would love to hear more of ur thoughts about the Yunmeng siblings because they are important to me and your tummy hurt comic hasn't left my brain as just,,, such good immediate characterization! ^^ Thanks!

I have too many thoughts on the Yunmeng siblings to fit into a succinct post, but I can offer you a Jiang Yanli addendum to the tummy hurt alignment.

[confessioncassette]

𝐂𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐀𝐜𝐭 - 𝐋𝐞𝐯𝐢 𝐀𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐧

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ✧･ﾟ:

𝟏𝟖+. 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭.

𝐭𝐨𝐝𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐬𝐞𝐠𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 - 𝐋𝐞𝐯𝐢 𝐀𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐧

♡

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 : 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧 𝐞𝐲𝐞 𝐨𝐧 𝐙𝐞𝐤𝐞, 𝐋𝐞𝐯𝐢 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐟𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝

𝐭𝐰 : 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐛𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐯𝐨𝐲𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐦?, 𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐭, 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐣𝐨𝐛

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬 : 𝟐.𝟒𝐤

𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬 : 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 ' 𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐜𝐭 ' 𝐈 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭 - 𝐋𝐞𝐯𝐢 𝐀𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐧. 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲

𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐛𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐛𝐲 𝐚 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐟𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧

𝐂𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐀𝐜𝐭 - 𝐀 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ✧･ﾟ:

The soldiers are boisterous tonight, all thanks to the wine captain cleared. Voices hollering and cups colliding echo through the tall trees, a symphony of triumph. 

Zeke was captured and he was complying. 

It’s a small victory, but to your squad, this meant everything. 

Dangling your leg over the thick tree limb, you peer down at your comrades. Scattered throughout the forest below you, some soldiers sprawl over the grass laughing at the sky, some hang onto one another by a table, some take a chance at luck with gambling. Flushed faces and disheveled hair lit by fire pits - it’s a sight that you can’t help smile at. 

This battle hasn’t been easy, you’ve seen many of your comrades die before your eyes. No amount of alcohol could dissolve the memories burned in your head, so you’re happy to just sit back and watch. It feels like your entire life has been in pure survival mode and it’s not often that you could sit back to enjoy a carefree night with friends. Friends that you’ve fought beside since the very beginning. You don’t mind it though, being stone cold sober helps you remember good times like these. You wished nights like this could last forever. 

You scan your eyes over to your captain, who sits hunched over a tree stump far away from the camaraderie. His eyes stay fixated on Zeke, who lays carelessly in the grass beside a fire, reading a book. 

You could swear Levi hasn’t slept in weeks, the bags under his eyes grow darker by the day. Like you, not once has he indulged in the red wine, or taken more than a minute to pry his eyes off of Zeke’s every move. He must be exhausted. 

And it’s so late. 

But in all honesty, you don’t have much to do out here on this post other than watch Zeke. Weeks have gone by and all you do is stand watch, eat, sleep and make sure you keep note of anything suspicious. Since the scouts eliminated all of the titans on the island, there was no threat there. The first day you fixed up this post, soldiers were weary and strung out over Zeke, but all he has done is the same as you. Eat, sleep, read his book, and maybe spark up conversation with Levi or the squad. 

The mission was simple, and it remains so. Keep Zeke from transforming and keep him far away from Eren. 

After a few weeks, though, the nerves have died down. Maybe you all have gotten complacent. Maybe everyone except for Levi. 

Resting your chin over your hand, you examine him.

His body’s darkened by the night sky and trees looming over the post. He’s so far away that the fires barely reach his figure. Raven hair reflects under the ambiance, and you don’t mistake his steel eyes glued to the blonde. 

His sudden movement made you curious. Dipping his head low to shake his hair through his hands, he sighs before standing. And as quiet as always, he turns to walk the opposite direction of the camp. 

You look around at everyone else, who are all too busy to even notice Levi had stepped away. You decide to give him a few minutes, for he’s probably only going to the bathroom. 

But now, it’s been a while. He’s never left his post on Zeke for more than 5 minutes, and before he even does, he directs someone to take his place.

Curiosity mixed with worry bubbles within your gut. It’s not like there’s titans out there, and even so, he would easily defend himself - better than anyone else here. But what about Eren? Has Levi been caught up in an ambush by the Jaegerists?

Shit.

You’re careful not to succumb to your anxiousness on your descent down the tree before heading in the direction your captain went. 

You attempt to control your breathing as you go further into the forest, away from the warm light of the fires. If you’re met with Levi confronting the Jaegerists, what would you even do? How would your captain want you to help? Everyone back at camp is beyond hammered, who will watch Zeke? You shake your head to clear your thoughts as eyes strain under the half lit moon sheltered by the tall trees as you maneuver your way over sticks and brush.

A small noise stops you in your tracks. 

“Ah, shit, come on…” 

Leaning against a tree, you peer through the darkness.

Levi.

Captain’s familiar gruff voice pierces through the night, along with a huff. 

You’re careful to be quiet, leaning to the side to take a closer look from around the tree. ODM gear catches the little light from the moon. Levi’s standing there, body hunched slightly over himself as he leans against a tree. His dark hair covers his face as he looks down over himself. Is he hurt?

Another huff. 

Levi’s undone belt gently clinks with rhythmic pace. From where you can see, Levi’s cape shakes as well and when his hand catches the light-

Oh.

Levi grunts in frustration, his hand wrapped tightly around his flushed cock as he tugs himself feverishly. 

“Fuck,” he breathes. He lifts his hand to spit into his palm before working himself again. Feeling this new found sense of lubrication, the captain throws his head back and groans. His spit mixed with precum clicks through the night air as you watch the man unravel before you. His hips buck up into his fist, his palm meeting the base of his cock with every thrust. 

You swallow hard, spit filling your own mouth as you watch your captain fuck himself with his hand. 

Alone, away from society itself. Just himself, wrapped up in the darkness as he lets himself go. So this is your captain away in his own world without prying eyes. Completely unraveled and free. 

You wonder how long it’s been for him. 

“Damnit,” he grunts, ripping his hand away from himself. His cock’s hard, standing at attention when he doesnt go back to tend to it. His tip is angrily flushed, pre cum oozes in beads at the head. You rub your thighs together to ease the heat that lay between them as your eyes never leave Levi’s disheveled form. 

Levi breathes your name with a curse. 

Your…name?

Crack.

Fuck.

Steel eyes whip to where you stand behind the tree, and you’re fast to move, putting your back up against it in hopes that he doesn't see you. Shit, fucking twigs everywhere. 

“I see you.” 

You don’t dare move. He could be assessing, so you opt for him to think it was an animal. You’d be dead if he knew it was you. You swallow and control your shaky breaths before twigs crunch under his boots. Levi slowly stalks up to where you hide, every second unbearable as you think of what he would do if you caught him. Your heart thunders through your ears, silently pleading for him to just… forget. 

Silence. 

“Came for a show, did you? Fuckin’ pervert.” Levi’s gruff voice thunders to the side of you. You gasp, squeezing your eyes tight, as if that will keep you hidden.

“I’m not a pervert, I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” You shake your head, babbling apologizes in embarrassment. 

Within a second, rough hands grasp your hair and pull you down to your knees. You curse under your breath, adjusting your body over the ground as grass and twigs prick at your legs through your uniform.

“Why are you creepin’ on me in the middle of the night, huh?” He’s angry. Maybe more embarrassed than anything. 

Keeping your eyes closed, you shake your head furiously, “I saw you leave camp and I- I got worried-” 

“You think I need a bodyguard?” 

“I didn’t know! You were gone for a while, I thought something happened.” 

“You fuckin’ brat.”

Levi angles your face upwards by your hair and you instantly feel his warmth towering over you. Peeling your eyes open, you’re met with Levi’s hard cock inches over your face. Still taught, beaded with precum and a shade of an angry pink.

“I thought- I didn’t mean to-” you babble, eyes widen up towards your captain in shock. You figure this must be embarrassing for both parties, but how can you explain why you stayed? 

“Shut up.” His voice a breathless whisper. Tilting his head, he releases your hair from his grasp to gaze down at you. Moments pass before you even attempt to say anything.

“I,” you whisper, “I can help you…” 

Levi stares before he swallows. The little moonlit that crowns his skull in a soft glow is almost an angelic sight. Steel eyes boring down on you swim with doubt, or is it curiosity? 

“If I can,” you slowly move your hands up his thighs, fingers delicately skimming over the leather belts before stalling over his hips. Your eyes never leave his, silently pleading with permission.

He doesn’t move. 

You take that your permission has been granted. Bringing your face up to meet his cock, you slide your lips along his shaft. Through thick lashes, you observe him as you line your lips to his head. Using his precum, you slick your lips, his sweet taste catches your tongue as you do so. 

Opening your mouth, you take in his head. Slowly, you roll your tongue around his tip, eagerly tasting every single drop of his own spit and cum from earlier. This earns you a shudder from him. Relaxing his jaw, Levi’s mouth slacks open as he’s in complete awe of you. 

You begin to bob your head in a slow pace, taking him fully down his shaft. His cock fills your throat with every push you give, your lips meeting at the base, tickled by his trimmed pubes. You take him with everything you’ve got, your tongue snakes underneath his shaft, and everytime you reach the top, you savor his sweet juices and swallow it fully. 

Levi breathes out your name like a symphony before gently bucking his hips with your movements. You moan around his cock, and those vibrations send him spiraling. 

“More,” is all he huffs before taking your face roughly in both hands, fingers splayed out over your ears and jaw to guide you down over his cock. 

He guides your head harder over himself, fucking each roll of his hips deeper to gag you over his cock. You give a high pitched moan and succumb to your captain fucking your mouth like a rag doll. You’re careful to breathe slowly through your nose, knowing if you didn’t, you’d gag over him. 

“Pathetic. Watching me fuck my fist… I bet you wanted this. I bet your cunt is soaked watching me jack off and moaning your name.”

Spit dribbles down your chin as your skull roughly takes him over him over and over. 

“I bet that made you feel good, knowing that I think of you when I get off. Can’t believe you make me like this.” He grunts. “Does it make you feel good?”

You gag as he slams your head over him again and again.

“I asked you a question.” Levi pulls your lips from his cock with a pop and you whine. Gasping for air you look up at him with tear pricked eyes. 

“Yes. Yes it felt good.” 

He responds by shoving himself back down your throat, and you happily take him. Your hand slithers down between your legs to-

Levi kicks your hand away from yourself with his boot, “None of that.”

Taking your face between his hands again, his fingers toil within your hair, “look at me,” he commands.

Through foggy vision, you obey. And what a sight. Levi’s face is as expressionless as always, but it’s fully flushed, eyes glimmering and coated in complete ecstasy and lust. 

“So good for me.” he mumbles. 

Many months he’s dreamt of this. Your blushed face gagging over his cock, taking you for everything that you are. Deep down, he’s glad you’ve caught him in the act. He was at his wits end, becoming overwhelmed with the desire to have you to himself. He told himself that he wouldn’t give into it, but tonight, he just had to.

He just couldn’t get himself off without feeling your flesh. 

Now he knew. 

Your doe eyes looking up at him, your eager to please. An angel underneath the moonlight. 

All for him. 

“I’m going to cum-” Levi breathes. And I’m going to mark you. Working himself earlier granted a quick release within your soft mouth. If he was ever close to heaven from the sins he’s committed, this would be it. 

Pulling himself from your wet mouth, he takes his hand to his cock to jack off over your face. 

“Stay still.” He commands. 

You sit pretty for him with your face angled up, you swipe your tongue under his shaft as he fucks himself once again. His hand comes behind your skull to push you closer to him, his balls squishing against your cheek. His zipper rubs against your chin, but you don’t care. All you can do is breathe in his warm scent of pine and soap.

He’s wet. Spit and pre-cum dribble down over your face, but your eyes remain on his. His eyebrows furrow, his hips stutter, his face slacks in euphoria. His eyes cloud over in sweet release. 

Letting out a breathless moan, he looks beautiful as he shoots his cum in hot ropes over you. Cum spurting over your hair, your forehead, cheeks and nose. He continues to jack himself off until every last drop of cum coats your face. 

Once he’s finished, he swipes his tips over your lips, to which you lap up with eagerness. And you’re coated, but you could care less. 

You watch Levi clean himself off over you with a handkerchief and you can’t help but think how much that’s a waste. 

Steel eyes find yours as he takes a surprisingly gentle hand to your neck. He takes a moment to examine you, and suddenly you feel small under his heavily lidded gaze. His eyes swim with longing, but you can’t be quite sure. 

“Let’s clean you up.” he murmurs before taking his handkerchief to your face and begins meticulously cleaning himself off of you. 

Once done, he takes your hand to help you up and begins his walk back to camp. Without turning around he gestures for you to follow him. 

“You’re in my tent tonight.”