#Can't get this out of my head

[nillamoonstar]

[jamtartandsunshine]

It starts small, inconsequential really. But Roy, he knows the signs, this isn't his first rodeo, as Ted would say. That thought makes him curse beneath his breath. Sounds like something fucking Lasso would say. It makes Roy's blood boil a little. He hates that the fucking cowboy coach has gotten into his head. But the point is, Roy notices. It's small but its there. Roy notices the way Jamie tips back the protein shaker, as he stands in the locker room laughing with the boys, but the liquid inside doesn't actually seem to go down. He notices the way Jamie's hands sometimes tremble as he picks up his water bottle in the gym. Having pushed himself harder then any of the rest of them. He notices the way Jamie jots down notes in a little pocket notebook at lunch. Roy doesn't see what's in it, but he'd bet his championship trophy its that stats of whatever Jamie's eating at lunch. Its not new. Everyone has macros to track, protein goals to reach. Carefully controlled carb intakes, but there's a darkness to Jamie's eyes as he scribbles hastily in his little notebook. Roy knows that look, and a part of him wants to look away, pretend he didn't see it, pretend he doesn't know the signs for what they are. He looks around the room, everyone is eating and laughing, they don't see what Roy is seeing. Most of them barely even spare Jamie a glance. Fuck. Fucking fuckity fuck it. It has to be Roy, it can't be anyone fucking else.

[bibibifemme]

thinking of messy makeout with my best friend. my hands on her boobs and hers on my ass. groping pinching smacking each other freely and lovingly. sucking on her tongue to make her drooly feeling her moans in my mouth and having her spit all over my face

[skunkboi04]

DC x RE2

With the scent of brimstone and rot in the air, Red Robin regrets his decision to forgo a full face mask in his latest costume redesign. His rebreather might be enough to make the air completely breathable, but the smells—and, God, the taste—still come through, even up on the rooftops.

“Come in, Red Robin. Requesting situation report.”

“Multiple fires have broken out across the city, and I’m not sure the people wandering the streets are even still… people.” 

“What makes you say that, Red?” 

Adjusting the zoom in his mask lenses, Red Robin focuses on a group of shambling figures in the street. Among them, a few notable features include several missing limbs, yellowed, rotting skin, and torn, bloody clothing. Some were clearly turned more recently, while others seem to have been decaying for a while.

Sighing, Red Robin replies, “Some of these injuries, they just aren’t survivable. I mean, the amount of blood loss alone, and without any signs of medical care…” He shakes his head. “It doesn’t help that they’re aggressive, violent. I’ve seen them tear stray cats to shreds, O. Even if paramedics were brought in, it wouldn’t be safe for them. They’d be completely overwhelmed—”

“Hold that thought, Red, I’m getting severe interference over comms.”

“Hmm, might be the fires.” A non-committal hum comes through the device in Red Robin’s ear. “The fire and smoke is causing some pretty heavy pollution, and on satellite comms, that’s no good.” 

“Affirmative. Didn’t realize it was that bad over there, I’ll send backup when I can. Do you have any other method of communication with you?”

Patting his pockets, the man on the rooftop sighs, “Just my Titans communicator. I can set it to the Watchtower channel, but it doesn’t have a direct line to you or the other Bats.” 

“Alright. Use your communicator to send regular updates. I think Flash is on Watch Duty tonight, so I’ll have him run interference between us. This might become a Justice League-level threat regardless, if things are as bad as you say they are.”

“Possibly, but it seems to be contained to just Raccoon City.” Fiddling with the buttons on his communicator, the man in the mask continues, “I’m doing a check in with the Watchtower now to confirm the link is secure. I’ll be going dark momentarily, hold please.”

“Red Robin, don’t you put me on hold—”

Turning off his comm unit, Red Robin pulls the Titans communicator out and flips the switch on the side, connecting it to the Watchtower server. Heh, haven’t needed to use this channel in a while. Shaking himself out of his thoughts, the vigilante activated the communicator.

“Come in, Watchtower. This is Red Robin, requesting mission overwatch.” 

A hiss of static, then, “Red Robin, this is Watchtower. Please specify, what overwatch do you need?” 

“I need you to run information between Oracle and I, as well as to log regular updates on my end. I’m in a sat-dead zone, so normal long-distance comms aren’t working.” A loud screech rings out, a dead-ringer for the noise the Batmobile makes when Batgirl forgets to brake in time. Someone is driving. Looking closer, Red Robin lets out a curse and pulls out his grapple. 

No, no one is driving, someone is crashing.

[typhoonquixol]

I cannot get this out of my head

So this is from X-factor v4 issue 5 and I can't stop thinking about this kid. This is the only appearence he has as far as i know and his powers are that he gets different abilities based on the music he listens to. Any. Music.

First off how does it differentiate? Like does he get flight from pop, super strength from country, pyrokinesis from heavy metal?

That was my first thought. My second was, poor legion.

Imagine having to suffer through DID on a scale of thousands with each having thei own power and then there's just this kid who can switch the playlist on his phone and get the same result. Like man.

He's also just a great example of the fact that not every powerfull mutant is relevnt to the story or drafted. He just has an insane power and thats it.

Thanks for reading this rant, have a choclate bar.

[ticklingtimetickstotest]

Straight up banger!!

[fairybreadsquire]

Do you remember when we were eleven? Let's go back to that.

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a tribute to the magnificent Running on Air by @tinyhistory

[wellzofyouth]

PICKING LINT OF THE SOFA?????

EVERYONE I KNOW WRONGS ME

LESTAT LESTAT LESTAT LESTAT LESTATLESTATLESTAT

[deathandthesoul]

Harsh, brutal vocals straight from the pits of hell ✅ Dark, otherworldly backing like a nightmare ✅ Fun and energetic killer beat ✅

[bibibifemme]

OMFGGGG there was this guy on the bus that made me 😵‍💫🥵 he was *at least* a head taller than me and HIS VOICE UGHHHHH 🥴🥴🤤 his hair looked so soft and we bumped hands so i KNOW his skin's so fkn soft

and and and !!! he had this amaaaaazing neck tattoo that had me *drooling* thinking of seeing it while he fucking pounds into me AHHHHH FUUUUUCK 🥵🥴🥴🤤

[thesassypadawan]

Hayden with a man bun...enough said. 🫠

[may--all-your--bacon--burn]

"it's freeing isn't it? starting over to forget: the expectation placed upon me, when I invented who I should be"

[izzyspussy]

anyway so, after fang's description of the crew beating ed to death and it not being the cannonball that did it and saying "a lot of crotch stuff" um

two of 'em holding izzy up so he can deliver one singular but heartfelt kick between ed's legs alskfjks

[soulmvtes]

AND YOUVE DONE IT IN 2022 AFTER IVE DONE IT CHELSEA COME ON NOW

[daenysx]

i'm seeing visions am i bad, or mad, or wise? what if- there's something about you that now i can't remember, it's the same damn thing that made my heart surrender