#I just ran with vibes

[necrotic-nephilim]

JayTim

“So, like… Do you want to fuck me up or do you want to fuck me?”

“Can’t it be both?”

you're SO real for this. this is absolutely them. have like. a VERY short ficlet, this is only 1.3k but i loved the thought so. enjoy anyway <3

Tim still hadn't figured Jason Todd out.

For every time he thought he understood Jason, the rug was yanked out from under Tim's feet by Jason upping the ante. One day he was fighting Tim for no reason at all, the next he was crashing Tim's patrol just to talk. Which was Jason's way of saying he would beg for Tim's attention until they inevitably came to blows again.

And this time, as Jason pinned Tim against a rough brick wall and held him a solid foot above the ground to force Tim to look Jason in the eyes, Tim had no idea which end of the spectrum he was going to get.

"So like..." Tim groaned, trying to breathe in. He was pretty sure the slam against the wall was enough to bruise his ribs. His face was already bloody from the previous fight Jason crashed and he had to blink to keep blood out of his eyes. Maybe it was the blood loss, maybe it was his ever-thinning patience running out, but Tim had the brazen idea to say the question that always sat in the back of his head. "Do you want to fuck me up or do you want to fuck me?"

The question was a joke. Mostly, at least. Something to throw Jason off his balance and it worked wonders. Jason wasn't wearing his helmet, giving Tim the glorious view of Jason's expression shifting as he leaned back, eyes going wide and jaw falling slack. The feral smirk Jason always wore around Tim was gone, replaced by surprised, parted lips.

Tim waffled back and forth on if he actually believed Jason wanted to fuck him. It'd been a crude joke from Stephanie the first time when Tim ranted to her about yet another run-in with Jason. He hadn't taken it seriously at the time.

But the longer the question sat in Tim's psyche, the more he really wondered.

It was the closest he had to a reasonable explanation for any of this. Though, expecting reasonable explanations for anything Jason did might've been Tim's first mistake.

Jason managed to regain his composure by sucking in a breath through his teeth. His eyes narrowed and he leaned in as close as he could get to Tim's face without them physically touching. Just when Tim was completely positive Jason was going to rip Tim's jugular out with his teeth for the implication, Jason smirked again.

"Can't it be both?" He whispered, voice dropping an octave.

Tim swallowed.

Great corner he'd backed himself into with that one.

What response was he expecting out of Jason for either answer?

"I don't think that's how love stories work," Tim found his voice, even if it barely sounded like his own, breaking on a few words. "Courting comes with roses, I think. Not punches."

That answer just seemed to stroke the fire in Jason's eyes. His smirk grew into a deadly grin. "Didn't know you were a romantic. Do you want roses, Drake?" Jason tilted his head, then shrugged. "I can do roses. Can't promise I'll pull the punches, though. Call it a compromise."

Did Tim want roses?

Or, better question: did he want Jason?

That was something Tim had been dancing around since he seriously considered the possibility of Jason wanting him. Tim shut it down every time he thought about it. He didn't like where his mind wandered.

The mental images he dreamed up would probably make Bruce go into early retirement.

But Tim's heart was beating too fast, now. And his answers were too slow. His only protection was that Jason couldn't see Tim's eyes under his mask. He couldn't see how Tim's gaze kept drifting down ti Jason's lips.

"More of an orchids guy," Tim artfully dodged the real question.

Or maybe, he answered it in his own indirect way.

"Orchids, then." Jason nodded in a way that made Tim wonder if he'd accidentally just shook hands with the devil. "They'll be red just for you, Red Robin." He put force into the way he said Tim's name, looking him up and down. "You look cute in my suit, by the way. But I think you'd get your point across better if you just wrote 'property of Red Hood' on your forehead."

"That is not why I'm Red Robin and you know it-"

Jason cut Tim off by abruptly dropping him, then punching Tim hard in the gut. Tim groaned and doubled over, accidentally resting his head on Jason's shoulder. Before Tim could pull away from the compromising position, Jason grabbed Tim's shoulder and held him there, going in for another punch, this time to Tim's ribs.

It knocked the wind out of Tim's lungs. He gritted his teeth and ignored the groan that broke free from his throat.

"Told you I was keeping the punches," Jason said with utter nonchalance. "If you ask me, fucking you up and fucking you can be the same thing. You're just not thinking big enough."

Tim bit back a swear. "Think I'm a masochist or something?"

Jason dared to laugh. "I know it." He grabbed Tim's jaw with the same hand that was just punching Tim and tilted it up. He leaned down and for a second Tim froze. Instead of a proper kiss though, Jason just brushed his lips against Tim's cheek.

Tim tried to ignore the feeling in his chest that was disturbingly close to disappointment.

"See you around, Red," Jason hummed. Then he let TIm go. "Here's a gift for the road." A short shive was slammed into Tim's hip. Dangerously close to Tim's crotch. As close as Jason could've gotten without cutting Tim's dick off, even.

Tim swore. He grabbed the hilt of the blade and pulled it out. The wound was so shallow he wasn't even sure if it would need stitches. His suit was thick enough to have protected him from the brunt of it. Blood was still trickling out of the wound and sharp pain danced through his veins, reminding him exactly what he'd gotten himself into.

When he looked up, Jason was gone.

The feeling in his chest was definitely disappointment. Tim sighed and slipped Jason's shiv into his belt. He could think about this later.

When Tim got home hours later, he was sore and tired. He went through the motions of stripping his armor, showering, and tending his wounds so robotically that he barely noticed his surroundings. Tim was seconds from faceplanting his bed before he froze.

In the center of Tim's ivory sheets, right on display, was a bundle of red orchids.

Or more appropriately, once-white orchids that were now dripping with crimson shades that had already stained Tim's bedding beyond repair.

When Tim carefully picked the orchids up, they were still with a liquid he knew far too well.

Blood.

A note was tied to the flowers and Tim stared at the sloppy scroll.

hard to find orchids this time of year so I had to improvise. can't say i'm not courting you now. and don't worry, it's not mine. -J

The blood not being Jason's just made Tim more worried about whose it was. Someone who was probably long dead now.

Tim's stomach should've churned over that. He should throw the orchids away. He should get a sample of the blood for a DNA test.

Instead of any of those things, Tim found himself smiling. He carefully carried the orchids over to his kitchen. To preserve them, he put the flowers in his freezer while he thought about how he would handle Jason's inevitable next confrontation. Somehow, Tim found himself humming a love song he didn't know the lyrics to.

If TIm had gotten himself into this game, he wasn't going to let Jason be the only one playing it.

He had punches to throw too.

[dasnercaret]

siffrin moment

[bbromeus]

ISAT version of this post which turned into a meme

also I am still not done with the game so please be careful in the tags <3 (just started ACT 3)

[culmaer]

* ipa enjoyers let's pretend every /e/ above includes [e], [ɛ] and everything in between

Reblog in honour of the 5 year anniversary

[tokyo-daaaamn-ji-gang]

what do they do if someone taps their shoulder to tell them theirs a bug crawling on them

It doesn't go too well for most of them...

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

This is the start of something new

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[sillyfudgemonkeys]

Interviewer: Avatar Aang, why did you run away from home? Aang: I was told I was the Avatar at like 12, and the pressure got to me so I childishly ran away. :( Ironically that ended up being the right choice, but that's a diff story. Interviewer: Fascinating. Did you take anyone with you? Aang: Of course! My best buddy, ol' pal Appa! :D Appa: Moo Interviewer: Avatar Korra, why did you run away from home? Korra: Well the first time- I don't want to talk about the second time- it was because those jerks wouldn't let me BE THE AVATAR! So I ran away to do my duties! Interviewer: Fascinating. Did you take anyone with you? Korra: Of course! Only the best girl ever, Naga! Naga: Woof

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[mossyspot]

beloved moot and oomf @puddii-ng came up with a hajikasa candyland au and i liked it alot so i drew them some outfits inspired by some decora bangs she designed :3 im invested in them

[alasforher]

“Alex,” she says. “He likes you. He’s freaking out. You’re gonna have to decide how you feel about him and do something about it. He’s not in a position to do anything else.”

but this is me swallowing my pride standing in front of you, saying sorry for that night, and i go back to december

‘But he thinks of Henry, and, oh. // He thinks about Henry, and something twists in his chest, like a stretch he’s been avoiding for too long.’

[theirlcronagorgon]

alright who wanna judge me for my anime bingo card

[pasta-pardner]

spotify | john marston's revenge quest, set to music from 1960s spaghetti westerns.

Fun detail: the opening cutscene for Red Dead Revolver (2004) features an instrumental version of "His Name Is King". The lyrical version is oddly fitting for John, given that it's a song about seeking vengeance for a dead brother.

[hows-my-handwriting]

more hobie jumpscare

(whumptober day 3 but its the aftermath) i just like his squishy hair.

im gonna seriously try to commit to whumptober cuz wow the amount of angst i can cram into this motherfucker is incredible

the issue is actually drawing it cuz i suck at drawing

bonus beans. @capitalblue threw beans at me.

[marshmallowgoop]

I combined footage from my Detektiv Conan Blu-ray with audio from my Case Closed FUNimation DVD and made an HD English dub clip compilation for Episodes 57-58, "The Holmes Freak Murder Case."

[roxiusagi]

this was supposed to be a quick haha doodle and yet it turned into a whole two day activity (sigh) so on main blog it goes

(this is obviously a reference to that classic mushroom tumblr textpost but i dont have the original so i cant link it sorry but you know the one hsakdj)

anyway this is a scene of Kim Gongja from SSS-Class Suicide Hunter (SSS급 자살헌터) and his epic speedrun strats. fun fact this is actually my first manhwa that i decided to check out because Mayhem rly likes to read them mahwas and i finally caved in to all the coaxing hskfhk.

but hey this one is super fun actually so if an incredible amount of dying and rewinding time as a solution to minor problems doesnt bother you then hey you can give it a try aha jk unless

separatedly under cut

[musette22]

Gave my bedroom wall a little floral makeover the other day and every time I see it, it makes me so happy 🥹💫🌻

[polysaur]