#HOW ABOUT THAT ???

[mwagneto]

it's all be gay do crime and eat the rich until the rich actually get eaten and then suddenly it's nooo don't be cruel human life is precious 🥺🥺 these are people who have never been in touch with human life and thus i am unable to view them as anything but a fascinating story and a major L in return. stupid games stupid prizes and so on

[melissa7102004]

Courting

[front-facing-pokemon]

[varpusvaras]

No, I am serious, actually. If I write an AU where other characters are fine with Jason, that's wrong, but how much would you guys bet that if I wrote an au where Jason is living a regular life and doing what is considered good vigilantisim, and where other characters continue to treat Jason like shit and treat him like he can never be trusted, there's no forgiving him, and no matter how much good he is doing, no one is ever obligated to treat him according to those actions, I would be called out for character bashing, even though that's how you all say others should treat him no matter what. I would take that bet.

[divingsave]

- ocean vuong

x | x | x | x

plus, enjoy this very haunted photo of connor from that same day:

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[luluxa]

I... well 🫠

(I did not tag him btw. he searches for this stuff)

[jay-quinox]

I drew Lucifer pole dancing and now it's your problem. I don't make the rules! 😇

(part of a Radioapple comic WIP I'm working on 😁)

[cry-ptidd]

Integra come get your dog, she's doing things

[thesulkycroissant]

I really wanted to like Heroes in Crisis. I did not. But one of the things that I intermittently think about and get angry about all over again is the idea that Dick, Jason, Tim, Damian, and Steph all came to Sanctuary and the thing they wanted to talk about was their existence in comparison to each other. This is such a wild, outrageous waste of every single one of these characters and undermines their individual trauma in a bafflingly way. Like. Take your own project seriously, please.

[morganski-19]

The One With the Morning After

continuation of this post

Eddie wakes up with Steve’s half on top of him. The realization of what happened last night hitting him all at once. Fear setting into his face as Steve starts to stir. Nestling his face into Eddie’s neck. Eddie looks at Steve, not knowing what to do. Where this is going to go from here.

He’s not stupid. He knows that this isn’t something he can give up that easy. Knowing that Steve thinks of him the same way. Enough to abandon their friends and go hook up in a storage closet. But would it be enough to have something more. To finally cross that line.

Was Eddie ready for that? For the possibility of getting hurt again? He’s not sure.

Steve’s eyes finally blink open. Body stiffening when he realizes where he is, before relaxing into Eddie again. “Hey,” he mutters, voice full of sleep.

“Hey.”

“How’d you sleep?”

It’s the best sleep Eddie’s had in a while. He forgot how nice it was to fall asleep next to somebody. To wake up tangled together full of warmth and affection.

“Pretty good, you?” His heart is beating so fast he’s afraid Steve might feel it.

Steve props himself up on his arm, looking down at Eddie. “Good.”

He kisses Eddie in a way he can’t help but sink into. “So you don’t regret it?”

“No, I don’t. Do you?” Steve looks nervous, like he’s ready to get rejected.

Thing is, he sort of is. Eddie isn’t ready to give him the relationship Steve wants or deserves. But he didn’t regret it. Not one bit. Steve’s too important to regret it.

“It’s not that I don’t regret it,” Eddie starts. Getting cut off when Steve huffs and rolls onto his back.

“Just that you can’t do anything serious. It was a one time thing, I get it.”

“Well,” Eddie holds out. “I didn’t say that.”

Steve turns his head. “What?”

“Something casual, you know.” Eddie sits up and turns to face Steve, able to express with his arms. “We see each other, but casually. Nothing serious, no labels. No strings attached. Just like we were doing before, but with other benefits.”

“Benefits?” Steve asks arrogantly, propping himself up on his elbows. “So formal.”

Eddie rolls his eyes. “A million people use that term. What would you rather me use? Hooking up? Doing the deed? Tumble in the hay?”

Steve hooks a finger on Eddie’s shirt, pulling him into another kiss. “You are such a smart ass.”

“And you are very enticing.”

“Enticing, wow. Pulling out the whole dictionary for me, Munson?”

“Shut up.”

Eddie leans in to kiss him again before Steve pulls away when his phone dings. Typing something out before putting space between him and Eddie.

“Robin’s going to be having an extended breakfast with her new friend. You know what that means?”

“We can revisit what happened in that storage closet but in much more comfortable circumstances.” Eddie leans towards Steve, getting in his space again.

Steve rolls his eyes, pushing Eddie away. “No, we have to comfort Nancy. Who’s probably more hungover than she should be and in mourning of a relationship that should have started five years ago.”

“Shit, you’re right. You think she’s up?”

“Don’t know, let’s go find out.”

They get out of bed, Eddie going to knock on Nancy’s door. A small reply letting him know that it’s ok to come in. He waves Steve to follow him.

Nancy’s laying in her bed, scrolling old pictures on her phone. Eventually landing on a picture of Nancy and Robin right after they graduated college. Looking happy and close. Like someone could mistake them for a couple, which a few did. Nancy always swooping in first to correct them. Missing the discouraged look Robin gave every time.

“Am I a complete idiot,” she whispers when they enter, awkwardly standing in front of her.

“No,” Eddie assures. Crouching down to look at her. “And this is coming from a certified idiot.”

Nancy huffs. “You are a certified idiot.”

“Not certified but also an idiot,” Steve adds. “I don’t think you’re one. I think you’re just a person who’s afraid to get hurt again.”

“That’s not why I’m an idiot.” Nancy flips her phone around, showing them the picture. “This Nancy was too stupid to see that Robin liked her back. This Nancy was too stupid to do anything about it. What would be happening today if this Nancy did something.”

Steve takes the phone out of her hand. “And this Nancy didn’t even know she liked girls yet. Or that she liked Robin. You can’t be upset at yourself for not realizing that about yourself.”

“But I am though.” Nancy sits up. “It was so obvious, and I would have been so much happier knowing that. I would be so much happier knowing that somewhere along the line, it was me sharing a bed with Robin right now. Not some random girl she picked up at my award ceremony after party.”

“What happened to that girl who said she’d rather be friends with her forever than lose her to some shitty breakup?” Eddie asks, bumping her arm in a failed attempt to cheer her up.

“Yeah well, past me is a whole load of bullshit.” She drops her hands into her knees and picks at her nail polish. Starting to chip it. “I don’t even care at this point that we might have not made it. I just want her to know that I loved her too.”

Steve stands up. “Alright, time for breakfast, come on.”

“No, I think I’m going to more moping if that’s ok.” Nancy falls back into her pillow, trying to grab her phone again.

Eddie swipes it off the table. “Nope.”

“Come on,” Steve grabs both her wrists and pulls her into a sitting position. “You’ll never feel better if you leave this bed. I’m here, so Eddie won’t burn down the kitchen. And I think there might still be some of those brownies I made in my apartment. If Robin hasn’t figured out where I hid them.”

“Ok.” Nancy gets out of bed. She grabs some comfy clothes and heads to the bathroom to shower.

Steve starts to look around the cabinets for some ingredients. Frying up some bacon and eggs. Eddie helps make the toast with the promise to not burn them. Eye rolling at the assumption but turning the setting way too high and burning the first piece anyway.

Nancy comes out when everything’s done. Sitting at the table in silence while they eat. Steve slips out of the apartment when he’s done to go find those brownies.

“Oh,” he says when Robin and her friend are eating at the kitchen counter. “Thought you guys were having an extended breakfast.”

“I turned out to be way too hungry for that, so we’re eating instead. What are you looking for?”

“Brownies I made last week.”

Robin makes an apologetic face. “I ate the last one yesterday.”

“You bitch.”

She throws her hands up in defense. “Hey, they were very good. And your hiding places are shit.”

“They were very good,” the woman next to her says. Making an equally apologetic face.

“Oh, sorry. I’m Steve, Robin’s roommate.”

“Pheobe.” She reaches out her hand to shake his. “Nice to meet you.”

“You too. I’ll just go grab a change of clothes and leave you guys alone.”

Steve returns to Nancy’s apartment empty handed. Looking apologetic for multiple reasons. “I’ll make new ones.”

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[scorpionstar2021]

Drake: You killed my father.

Doflamingo: And I suppose you’ve come for revenge.

Drake: Nah, I’m fine with him dying, actually.

Doflamingo: Oh.

Drake: You also killed my adoptive brother.

Doflamingo: So you have come for revenge!

Drake: Nah, I never met him. Pretty sure I was a replacement adoption.

Doflamingo: Oh. So…do we have any reason to fight?

Drake: …

Doflamingo: ….

Drake: … I’m actually a Marine?

Doflamingo: Son of a bit—

[wrathofrats]

Seeing blind (you’re too good to be all mine)

Chapter 2, read under the cut or on ao3

(Part 1) (special thanks as always to my cowriter, @divine-misfortune)

2.9k, teen audiences, no warnings apply

Rain wants to apologize, Swiss wants to kiss him, the barn has other plans in store.

Rain avoids Swiss like the plague for a couple days. He can barely leave the house because at least then he can be certain he won’t have to see him. His room is stuffy and confining but at least he can read and try and forget the way Swiss held him or how big his hands were or-

This is bad for him. It’s distracting him, he can’t think of anything else even if he desperately wants to. The characters in his stories suddenly turn into him and Swiss, daily chores come with an image of Swiss standing next to him. He feels like he suddenly developed an illness or something with how bad this dumb crush is.

Rain shoves his meatballs around at dinner. The patterns in his spaghetti and his dumb daydreams much more interesting than whatever his father was rambling about.

“I’m thinking about firing a couple of the hands, works getting slower and I need some fresh workers who haven’t learned how to slack off all the time”

Rains ears perk up. He can’t, he can’t just fire them now after he has to pine 24/7 over one of them. Or maybe it’s for the best, maybe it’ll make him think better. Whatever it is has him speaking before he realizes what he’s saying.

“I think they’re doing fine, it’s cold outside cut them a break. That one worker … Sam? He’s been doing well”

His dad gives a confused chuckle, “Swiss? And how would you know how they’re doing”

“Well I’ve been-“

“Have you been hanging around the hands again? You know what i told you rain. I don’t like you being around them, they’re not good for you.”

Rain shrinks a bit in his seat. He stares down at his dinner because he knows he shouldn’t be. He’s a good son, doesn’t often break the rules and even if this one is stupid there’s a part of him that still feels ashamed.

“I’m not, I’ve been reading outside. The weather’s nice and it gets stuffy, I’ve just been watching in between pages, you deserve to know how your employees act when you’re not around” he scrambles. Rain looks up with a hopeful glint in his eyes that his dad will believe him. His dad looks like he barely buys it, but he sighs. It’s been dropped for the time being at least.

The rest of the meal is pretty quiet besides small talk from his parents about the bruising of some of the plants or whatever they liked to discuss. Rain shoved a couple more bites of spaghetti into his mouth before throw his dish in the sink and heading upstairs for bed.

The window of his loft always had the best light as the sun went down. Not too bright to blind him but just enough that he could sit and read comfortably. It has a great view of the barn and field, nice entertainment whenever he wanted to see what everyone else was up to.

Rain watched the sun fall behind the trees. The barn light was still on. The doors swung open as Swiss popped out to grab another bag sitting outside of it, dragging it inside. He didn’t usually stay this late, almost everyone goes home before sundown.

His heart beats in his chest. He could go down there, he could see him again. Last time they talked he left pretty rudely and honestly rain feels bad about the situation. Swiss deserves an explanation if nothing else.

The blood in his head rushes by his eyes as he closes his book and hops up to put his shoes on. His dad is still awake, theres no doubt about that. And after their conversation at dinner if he found rain sneaking out? He would probably never be allowed to leave the house again.

Rain creeps down the stairs quietly as he can. His father is still watching tv, evident from the changing lights in the living room, and he prays the extra noise will drown him out. Rain doesn’t break rules often, he’s a good kid but something about this boy has him acting unwise. Swiss is alluring, as nice as can be but cocky and too flirtatious for rain to be able to act normally.

As he sneaks through the door and the cool air hits him he realizes he has no real excuse to be out there. Does he just unabashed go up to Swiss and make it obvious he was watching? Or does he try his little act that he has something else to do and Swiss being there was purely a coincidence. Swiss never believes him anyways.

Rain keeps looking back at the house as he walks, scared that his dad really did hear him and is going to bust through their front door to scold him and drag him inside. He looks at the windows, the car, any place his dad could go and see him sneaking out.

Swiss appears in front of him before he can stop himself.

He runs straight into him before he can even finish his worrying. Face first and nearly sends him onto his ass before Swiss is instinctively grabbing his waist trying to keep him upright.

“What are you doing out rainy?” Swiss chuckles, making sure he can stand on two feet before letting go.

Swiss didn’t budge when rain ran into him, sturdy and commanding and fucking grabbed rain by the waist so he wouldn’t fall over. Rain flounders, barely registers that Swiss was even talking.

“I’m sorry, what?”

“Just asking what you’re doing out, don’t you have a curfew after dinner tadpole?”

Rain just looks at him as his cheeks heat up. He doesn’t have a good excuse ready.

"Oh just...taking a walk, it gets stuffy in the house ykno-" and it's so obvious it's a lie, it's almost endearing. Rain stumbles back, trying to get more breathing room. The nickname flusters him and the way Swiss has his arms crossed in front of him so he can see how big his arms are even through his sweatshirt.

That stupid smirk doesn’t leave his face either. Swiss is sure he knows why rain is out this late, and honestly this little display is cute. He decides to play dumb, just for fun.

“Oh well if that’s all then I’ll just get back to-“

“No- wait-“

Swiss tips his head to the side and rain is looking back over his shoulder again nervously. They’re just standing out in the open and they really shouldn’t be, but nervous looks adorable on him.

"Thought your daddy didn't want you hanging around with all of us rough folk."

"Maybe he doesn't - I'm an adult though, I can do what I like." Rain crosses his arms in front of him. He sneers at the ground. Part of him is embarrassed because he is an adult, he doesn’t need to be coddled and the fact that everyone else knows what kind of stupid rules he follows makes it that much worse. The other part of him is just angry. Rebellious. He wonders if he would be taking this many risks if he has free reign of his life, or if Swiss is truly just that appealing.

"Oh? You can, can you? So what is it you like then?"

The answer is obvious and Rain could just die, one more look over his shoulder and he's grabbing Swiss by the wrist and pulling him into the barn where at least they won't be seen. The guilt starts to come back. Quick thoughts about wanting to kiss Swiss again melt into a shameful pit because he truly hasn’t explained himself yet.

“Fuck- Swiss I’m sorry about the other night. I never apologized for what happened” rain started. He played with his fingers as Swiss opened the doors to let them inside. “What I did was rude and you didn’t deserve for me to freak out and leave you like that”

Fuck, now he’s babbling. He wants to make it look like he only pulled Swiss in there to apologize and for nothing else after shoving him into the shadows.

“I almost thought you didn’t like it” Swiss admits, just a little bit of his own bashfulness showing through. Rain stumbles a bit at the insinuation that he did enjoy it.

“I didn’t- I mean-“ rain stutters over an excuse for himself. Obviously he enjoyed it, but he can’t seem like he’s that easy. But on the other hand it would be cruel to make Swiss think he really actually didn’t.

“Well if that’s the case then what did you pull me in here for”

“I wanted to apologize asshole” there’s a petulance to his voice that Swiss can’t help but encourage. Continue to poke and prod at his strings until he tells the truth.

“I still have stuff to get done rainy, can’t believe you’re trying to be a bad influence and keep me from my work”

“I’m not”

“Oh what would your dad think, tsk”

It's dark aside from that little bit of the orange light of evening filtering through the slats in the door and the light hits just right in Swiss' eyes, they look like amber and honey and rains heart is pounding - trying to keep his cool, Swiss gets him so tongue tied it’s hard to even keep a conversation.

"He's not going to think anything about it, he doesn't need to know I'm here." Rain takes another look at the crack in the barn door, stepping backwards more into the shadows.

"Ohh we're rebelling are we? Next thing I know you'll be asking for a cigarette and sneaking wine coolers-"

"I'm not a child."

And maybe he imagines it

But he swears Swiss gives him a slow once over. His eyes glancing down and coming straight back up with a cocky smile.

“Yeah but you’re a priss, just the farm princess aren’t you”

And the nickname shouldn’t get to him because it doesn’t mean anything but rain visibly blushes and tightens up when he says it

“I am not, I can be just like the rest of you”

“Prove it then”

Rain gets a little too antsy, a little too irritated, just grabs him by the collar and smashes their lips together

He can feel Swiss grinning, knowing full well he won, and Rain is annoyed but he doesn't care, the only thing in his brain is need him need him need him and it's embarrassing how bad it is. He tries to remember how Swiss did it the first time, not entirely sure what he's doing still, and Swiss could leave him to fumble but he can't pass up the opportunity to take over.

Something about guiding sweet and naive rain is honestly too tempting for him. He lets him awkwardly try and figure it out before correcting him, giving a small there you go, between kisses and Swiss swears he hears a high pitched sound in the back of rains throat.

“Princess likes a little praise?” Swiss chuckles when rain stops to breathe. His pupils are blown wide and he’s still clutching his shirt so he can get too far away from him. He’s adorable, and Swiss can’t tell if he wants to eat him up or absolutely tear him apart.

Swiss. An see whatever gears rain has left in his head turning, trying to decide if he wants to protest against the princess thing or not. Rain gives a quick look or irritation before he fully processes the comment, and just stumbles because how exactly is he supposed to respond to that?

“Tell me what you want rainy and I’ll give it to you”

Rain doesn’t know the answer. It’s an instinctual question and rain can’t help but stare at him wide eyed while Swiss just gives a small chuckle. It almost feels wrong, he’s rushing it and he doesn’t want to scare rain off now that he finally has him.

“That’s ok,” Swiss smiles

“No, come here I want to try this again” rain tugs Swiss’ arm and climbs up the ladder. He thinks he’s got it now, that he can actually kiss Swiss without seeming like a complete idiot. They crawl back into the loft and rain makes Swiss sit exactly where he found him the first time, and it’s so horribly endearing.

“Well?” Swiss asks once rain just looks at him, “what are you waiting for?”

Rain hesitates for a second, swallowing thickly before putting his hand on Swiss’ cheek and moving his face closer to his. There’s an initial pause when Swiss is close enough to feel his breath on his lips, like rain has to think about what to do before he tenderly kisses him. It’s slow, soft at first before rain gains any more confidence in his actions.

There’s no more thought in the process. Simply autopilot as rain can’t think of anything besides how good he tastes and how nice he feels against him. Swiss still tastes like apples, fresh from the orchard and honestly he should tell him to stop stealing the produce but god if it makes him taste like this when they kiss rain doesn’t think he could ever tell him no.

Swiss backs them up to the pile of hay that had been matted down from endless people laying on it. A decent space, better than the old wood floor. Rain lays down easily, still connected to Swiss.

He’s dizzy, the kisses are slow and deep and god it feels like they’ve been doing this for hours but rain simply can’t think straight in a situation like this.

Swiss pulls away from him for a minute just to admire him. Even in the dark his lips are kiss swollen and the prettiest shade of red he’s even seen, accompanied by a blush that says he’s still embarrassed and new to this and god Swiss could stay in this position forever.

“Wait- Swiss what time is it?” Rain sits up after a second, realizing that the sun was already all the way down now.

“Um, probably about 10? Why what’s wrong rainy” Swiss moved to stand up, offering a hand to rain to pull him up beside him. He looked worried, like he was about to panic.

“Shit my dads asleep, I can't go back in now” he says. He starts to pace a little, trying to think of options. His dad always goes to bed at 9 because he had to be ready by 6, and this has never been a problem because rains never snuck out before. It’s too quiet, his dad is a light sleeper and that old door creaks like no one’s business.

“Could you sleep here tonight? Sneak back in once he’s already out in the field?” Swiss asked

“I mean, I could. Probably my only option” rain sighs loudly and plops down back into the hay. It’s a lot less comfortable the second time around, every little piece poking his skin and reminding him that he will have to stay here tonight. His light sweater doesn’t do much to keep him warm either, it’s particularly cold even for this part of the season.

“Hold on, there’s a couple extra blankets that the horses use in the winter, just washed them too” Swiss scrambled down the ladder while rain just sat in his corner. Maybe the night would go fast, he would fall asleep quickly and tomorrow he could lay in his bed as much as he wants to.

Swiss threw a heap of blankets back up into the loft, climbing up beside them.

“Got extra for pillows too, hay in your hair isn’t comfortable, ask me how I know”

Rain smiles, grabbing the pile and picking one out to shove under his head, and another to put over himself. It wasn’t the best makeshift bed but it would do for the couple hours at least.

“Thank you Swiss, you’re too nice. I’ll see you tomorrow”

“What? No silly I’m not leaving you all alone” Swiss says like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. He places himself right next to rain with the other blankets, covering up and laying down.

“Swiss no, you work tomorrow you don’t have to do this”

“I’m a gentleman after all. Besides there’s all sorta things that go bump in the night like coyotes and what have you, It'd be cruel to leave you all on your lonesome” a part of Swiss feels bad. He’s the one that kept rain out so late. Maybe he is a bad influence on him for keeping him so long.

Swiss pulls rain close to him with his hands clasped in his because they feel so cold Swiss wonders if it’s painful. Besides, Swiss runs hot anyways. He warms him up right in his side with rain using Swiss’ arm more as a pillow than the blanket, nuzzled into his neck with soft exhales against his collar bone.

Rain drifts off soon enough, barely even concerned with the predicament anymore. But Swiss? Swiss can’t sleep a wink. It’s his turn to be plagued by a pretty boy and god he’s got it bad. All he can do is watch him and not move a muscle in fear of disturbing his beauty sleep. Though Swiss is positive he would be beautiful even without it.

Swiss doesn’t want to admit to himself the swell of pride that comes with how fast rain falls asleep in his arms. He leans down to give him a small kiss against his forehead carefully, whispering a soft goodnight before getting content with the fact that he’s not sleeping at all, head dancing with only thoughts of rain.

[heartz4shauna]

‘cannibalism as a metaphor for..’ how about i shoot you with a gun

[drag0nflyandbear]

[zarvasace]

new au idea??? 👀 anything to share?

Remember this minific? What if I expanded it out into something super angsty and traumatizing?

(not sure I like this structure currently but preview under cut! cws for some very very mild body horror ft. Hyrule)

It isn't quite morning yet (Hyrule knows because nobody has come to shove Legend and Time away and grab him) when something changes. The pain in Hyrule’s back, now concentrated into two main areas on his shoulder blades, compounds until Hyrule is sure he's losing his skin there, but then…  It feels like something heavy drops out of his back on the right, something wet. The pain over there drops immediately, enough to shock Hyrule from his doze against the side of the wall. He twists, his nails digging into his shoulders while his arms cross in an attempt to not reach back.  There's something dark green sitting on the tile there. It looks like a wet piece of organza, crumpled and sad.  Now that Hyrule's paying more attention, he thinks that he can feel something sliding out of his skin on the other side, inch by inch. The pain is worse there, but he twists again, helping it along. His involuntary whimpers make Legend look up from his spot on the floor, and also alert Time from where he sits on the toilet seat.  “What the…” Legend mutters blearily. A squeak, and the slow drip of the showerhead ceases.  Hyrule grits his teeth and bends over and back and over again. It hurts. The thing keeps pushing out of his skin, slimy and weird and alien.  Time yawns. “What's going on?” The thing on the left finally emerges, and the relief is immediate. Hyrule's muscles relax when the itching finally dies down. He lets go of his shoulders, leaving impressed crescents from his nails.  An unfamiliar sensation sends a shiver up his spine, and he turns to see Legend’s fingers brush one of the crumpled things.  “I can feel that,” Hyrule whispers.  “I don't think I'm surprised.” After getting a nod in permission, Legend picks up one edge of the thing and lifts. It looks like a semi-transparent green curtain, or a leaf, or— “Hyrule,” Legend says, evidently keeping his voice as calm as he can, “I think you have wings.”