#POP HOUSE

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Tracklist:

Opening Credits • Supermario Brothers Theme • Radio Compact Disco 1 • Supermarioland • Radio Compact Disco 2 • Go, Mario, Go! • King Of The Koopas ~ Supermario Brothers 3 • Radio Compact Disco 3 • Mario & Yoshi • Invincible Mario • Supermarioworld • Radio Compact Disco 4 • Save Me (With Your Charm) [Princess Theme] • Radio Compact Disco 5 • Supermariokart • Supermario USA • Radio Compact Disco 6 • Six Golden Coins • Radio Compact Disco 7 • Mario Theme [Reprise]

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[splendid-shirts]

Deep stuff for dancing.

My deep stuff for CITY LAKEwww.instagram.com/citylakelivewww.linktr.ee/citylake Next: www.t.me/vierrk CITY LAKE // 4RK // TECHNO LEIPZIG

[piedpip3rrr]

What is this? A crossover episode???

[lyaiozpress]

Sun-El Musician is more than a producer or DJ, he is a sonic storyteller, a modern-day griot channeling the past into the pulse of the present. Renowned for his transcendental blend of Afro-house, electronic textures, and soulful melodies, the South African artist has carved a signature sound rooted in emotion, spirituality, and cultural memory.

His music is expansive yet intimate. A delicate balance between ancestral rhythm and futuristic synthesis. With every track, Sun-El crafts a journey: deep, atmospheric soundscapes layered with warm pads, percussive heartbeats, and voices that carry both vulnerability and power. He doesn't just create beats; he creates feeling. Each song a meditation, each performance a shared ritual.

Collaborating with some of South Africa’s most compelling vocalists, including Simmy, Ami Faku, and Msaki, Sun-El’s productions become sonic sanctuaries where voice and rhythm intertwine. His work offers both reflection and release, drawing global audiences into a uniquely African experience that feels timeless and borderless.

Whether behind the decks or in the studio, Sun-El Musician stands as a quiet force, some would say an architect of sound who invites the world to pause, breathe, and dance to something deeper.

He sounds amazing right? I hope you enjoy.

[neenarchive]

hate when streaming services are like.... you can now pay cinema prices to watch new releases at home! not to show my age but if i am watching it on my tv set then it's free??? you think you're an equal to big picturehouse? with no big screen? no big pop corn? you want to charge cinema price to show me a movey in my own house? Honour demands i kill you btw

[fandomorientation]

chase is so interestingly fucked up. he fatshamed a 10 year old girl, he kissed a 9 year old terminally ill girl bc he felt bad, he tried to dom a patient into taking his pills, he killed a dictator, and then went to a priest for absolution. what a guy.

[gifs-of-puppets]

Bear in the Big Blue House (1997-2006)

[dazeddoodles]

Disney Parental Figures in their youth

[brucedefender4eva]

“Ugh.” Damian groaned under his breath as he picked up his now-empty bucket of magenta paint. He was going to use it for a mural at the local animal shelter where he volunteered; however, thanks to a freak earthquake, it had been banged open and unfortunately drenched half of his carpet in the bright color.

Now, Damian’s gotten the hang of how this family works. He knows for certain that he’s not gonna get in trouble for this, especially since it was completely out of his control. That didn't mean it would get rid of the small pit he was feeling at the bottom of his stomach.

“Ask for… help.” Damian shuddered, setting down the empty bucket and walking out of his room.

Walking down the hallways of Wayne Manor had become a new kind of hazard. With this family, there was always a chance someone would come jumping out from around the corner to prank you, but it wasn’t like that at all.

Glass littered the usually immaculate floors. Vases, flowers, water, broken portraits, and a few crystals from the chandeliers above littered the ground as Damian carefully made his way to his father’s study. The earthquake had even temporarily knocked out all power in the majority of Gotham, so it was twice as hard to maneuver through the halls.

Damian froze in front of one of the many doors that they had. He had no idea what this room was… or if it was even there the day before.

But someone was in there; he could feel their presence.

Damian swung the door open, refusing to ever feel fear in the place that he had long since called home.

There was Father.

Just…

Standing there?

And he was facing the wall for some reason.

He hadn’t even reacted when Damian opened the door, nor did he react to the dim lights of the various candles illuminating the hallway that trickled in.

“Father? What are you doing here?” Damian asked, lifting his foot to take a step into the room before hesitating. Something was wrong.

Deeply.

Bruce still hadn’t turned around, nor had he said anything. He was still staring at the wall, his body language not changing in the slightest, as if he hadn’t heard his youngest son speak.

“… Baba…?” The silence was suffocating. Damian felt as though the walls in this strange bare room were closing in on him.

“Dames?” Damian jumped, barely holding back a yelp of surprise as his name was called.

Tim looked concerned, not used to his younger brother being so skittish. Damian, without a thought in his mind, ran into Tim’s arms, tucking his face away from the uncanny sight of his father’s broad back.

“What the-“ Tim, of course, wrapped his arms around Damian’s back, patting him gently. “Seriously, what’s going on? Dad?” Tim squinted as he looked into the dark room, tilting his head to the side. “Did… did you change your clothes?”

“I need to show you something.” Bruce’s deep voice suddenly echoed through the room, causing both boys to flinch harshly. Damian’s fingers dug into the back of Tim’s arms while Tim tightened his hold. “Come here.”

Every fiber in their being screamed out DANGER.

“Dick! Jason!” Tim screamed, wanting to wildly look around the hallways for his older brothers, but for some reason, he felt as though he shouldn’t take his eyes off of Bruce, whatever that was.

“Yo, Tim Tam, you can’t just go around yelling like that. Some people are trying to destress from having the ground literally shake out from under them.” Jason grumbled, poking his head around the corner with Dick not far behind.

Dick slung an arm around Jason’s shoulder and ignored the petulant look on his brother’s face. “You’re just embarrassed cause everyone saw you fall on your ass,” Dick smirked before it slid off his face, immediately on guard by the terrified expressions on his siblings faces.

“S-something wrong with Baba!” Damian choked out. Jason immediately moved in front of his two brothers, pushing Damian and Tim behind his larger stature and glaring at Bruce.

“Hey, old man. You’re scaring your kids out here. Why don’t you come out of that creepy as fuck room and explain yourself?” Jason barked, the hairs on his forearms standing up the moment his eyes landed on Bruce, that man, that thing.

“Bruce…?” Dick stepped forward, shivering at the weirdly frigid air inside of the room. “D-Dad?”

Follow me, follow me.

The boys groaned loudly, clutching their heads as a voice echoed painfully throughout their skulls. And it got louder.

Follow me, follow me.

I have something to show you.

“Ugh… Dad…” Dick groaned quietly before a familiar and comforting large hand covered his eyes. Dick felt his body relax involuntarily, subconsciously relaxing he was now safe.

“Close your eyes, boys.” Bruce gently murmured, pushing all of his sons behind him. “Nothing to be afraid of. Let me take care of this.”

A minute later, or maybe 30, Bruce let out a soft grunt, and they all opened their eyes.

“I’m sorry about that, boys,” Bruce said, the sleeves of his turtle neck rolled up on his forearms. “The basement door must have gotten loose due to the earthquake. I would have warned you if I knew.”

The room was now completely empty, void of any entity that had plagued it before. Tim couldn’t help the shudder that moved through his body as Bruce closed and locked the door, as if it still posed a danger to them all.

“We have a basement?” Jason questioned, leaning his head against Bruce’s shoulder and letting his Dad ground him.

Tim handed Damian over to Bruce, unable to stop the grin from forming on his face as Damian was picked up and hid his face in the crook of Bruce’s neck. Even Damian could be cute sometimes.

“Why would… that come out of our basement?” Dick questioned, hugging Tim close to his side as he asked Bruce. “Why is our basement locked up in the first place?”

“I think the most important question here is, why did that thing look like you, Dad?” Tim asked, exhaustion seeping into his bones, even if it was only the middle of the day.

“It’s what they do. It’s a mimic. Again, don’t worry too much about it, I’ll have to call Zatanna and get it taken care of again.” Bruce ran his fingers through Damian’s hair and sighed. “For future reference, no matter what anyone says, don’t go down to the basement.”

The boys all nodded, still uneasy and unsure of why what happened happened.

“How about a nice afternoon nap?” Bruce asked Damian, giving him a squeeze. Damian nodded into his Dad’s shoulder, hands clutching Bruce’s shoulders.

“I’ll go to! To, uh, keep the little brat safe!” Tim stuttered, his face burning in embarrassment at Dick’s cheesy grin. “Shut the fuck up-“

“You’re so cute! You’re worried about Damian!” Dick cooed before letting out a playfully whine as Tim struggled out of his grip and clung onto Bruce, glaring at his older brother. “Or maybe you’re just scared and wanna be with Dad?”

“Die!” Tim hissed.

“Boys.”

“Whatever. Now that whatever the fuck this was is over, I’m out.” Jason said, turning on his heel to walk down the hallway.

“As fucking if.” Dick scoffed, grabbing Jason’s collar and dragging him along as they all made their way to Bruce’s room for a group nap session.

“Cass is gonna be so fucking pissed that she missed this.”

“Text her before she kills us all. Steph and Duke too, let’s get all our bases covered.”

[haveyoulistenedtothisalbum-poll]

Tracklist:

I RAVE U (Original) • ROCK U • Just The Two Of Us • HOUSE NATION • Bangalicious • Believe In LOVE • NEWエキセントリックガール • Golden Luv • V.I.P.P. (Very Important Party People) • 1 More Night • 悪い子みつけた • I RAVE U ft. DJ OZMA

Spotify ♪ YouTube

[bruciemilf]

We all know how flustered Battinson would be as a first time dad, but can you imagine him when half the rogue roster AND JL members come to them after Jason gets adopted?

Naturally, they assume he’s Bruce’s biological kid. And chaoes quickly comes knocking.

Harvey is VERY ready to be a dad. Too ready. “Don’t even worry about it, even if we’ve had our problem, OBVIOUSLY I’m the father, and I’ll be there every step of the way.”

“What.”

“There’s no need to hide the truth, Bruce, I’m not mad. I’ll be the best dad I can be. I won’t even let Two Face show him how to shoot a gun.”

“I already know how to do that :D”

“WHAT?”

“What did I tell ya?” The seamless switch is blink-and you miss it, but not for Bruce’s sharp eyes. TF just grins, switchblade sharp, ruffling at Jason’s hair, “That IS my boy.”

Clark sheepishly approaching Bruce one day, sitting down at the JL cafeteria table. His handsome face fashioned a bare earnestness which only confuses Bruce MORE.

“Hey. So, we should probably talk about Jason, right?”

“What.”

“I’m really sorry if I did something that made you feel like you couldn’t tell me. But I’m ready to step up. So when should I move in?”

“We haven’t slept together, Clark.”

“Bruce, I think I’d know my kid when I saw him.”

Hal can’t take this anymore. “HE’S A MAN?” He pauses, “Also, why am I not questioned? I could be the baby daddy! I could SO be the baby daddy!”

“Go away, Hal.”

“Yeah ok.”

[piedpip3rrr]

[WIP] 2019 core

[golden-berry]

[bobauthorman]

Every good series has...

...An awkward protagonist...

...A goofy goober...

...A wily elder...

...And whatever this is supposed to be.

[cillivnz]

RING-POP

PAIRING. sam monroe x f!reader

SYNOPSIS. sam makes you try a different version of your favorite candy; bigger and bitter.

WARNINGS. NSFW themes (18+), pet-names, cursing, dirty-talk & too many puns (i swear this punk cannot shut up), name-calling (brat, dumb girl), brat-taming, degradation, slight dacryphilia, perv!sam, clueless!reader, oral sex (m! receiving), face-fucking, bondage, slight slapping (with a belt, with his cock), hair-pulling, sexualising food?

SMACK, SLURP, POP. the sounds filled sam’s humid room. his brow furrowed further, a look of disdain washing over his pale features at the noise. the videogame in front of him needed all his heed, but it seemed like his brat, bambi, demanded some of that attention, too.

“stop that,” he groaned, frustrated. the sound of his thumbs assaulting the buttons on his controller should’ve been all that was heard, had you not been deep-throating the candy sam made the mistake of getting you. “what— i’m just having my candy,” you whined before continuing, “—and besides, if you have a problem, why don’t you let me sit away from you—” he was quick to shut down that idea, gripping the flesh of your thighs. maybe sam was in the wrong for getting you the cherry ring-pop, your favourite, and maybe it wasn’t the best idea to have you perched on his lap, sitting comfortably (cluelessly) on his aching boner, but in his defence, he just wanted to feast his eyes on the sight of your plump lips wrapped around the toy candy, sucking and slurping, just as you are now like the good girl you are, but once he switched his playstation on, the competitive side came out.

you shift to your comfort in his lap, feeling the tent in his pants poke directly into your mound. you had an arm crossed over sam’s neck, bringing the ring-clad finger to your mouth and sucking. at the taste of the sweet cherry juices dripping into your mouth, you groan in sam’s ear.

the sounds traveled straight to his cock, his mind tuning out his reality— the game at hand— just to focus at your skilful tongue, stained red by the candy. “if you don’t quit it—” he sighed, his voice strained. the next thing you know, his character is being obliterated by the enemy. you stifled a giggle, your plan worked.

sam had left you so, so worked up. choosing to take out his frustration with his family on some stupid toy, rather than your willing pussy. ever since that day at the playground, you couldn’t go a day without sam pounding into your drooling cunt. even if it was always him starting it, he got you to finish, and you were forever grateful for it. but today? when you dolled up in all black— tank top and skirt— with red lingerie, he decided to pick up that gaming console and not let go.

“alright, bambi, i’ve had it with you,” he gets up abruptly, causing you to hit the ground and land on your knees. you gasped, offended.

his hands, full of real, crude metal were quick to move, undoing his belt, unlike your delicate hand that was motionless with the toy ring perched on it. the leather of his studded belt flicked across your cheek, causing you to look up at sam through wet lashes. he only smirked at the sight. your eyes flicked to the bulge revealed in his boxers, and now your mouth watered for a taste that wasn’t cherry ring-pop.

“‘like to suck your candy, huh, brat?” he squeezed your cheeks together. “since you’ve been practising in my goddamn ears all day,” he continued, pulling out his cock, “let’s see how good you’ve gotten.” his cock was slapped against the same spot at the belt. you only stared at him through your long lashes, unwilling to satiate when you’re unsatisfied yourself. “come on, bambi, open up,” he squeezed your cheeks again, causing your mouth to gape open. “i can’t guarantee it tastes like cherries, but you’re open to trying sweet-n-salty, aren’tcha?” he giggled, amused at his own snarky comments.

the fat tip of his cock pressed into your plump, gape lips, and instinctively, your tongue stuck out to lick it. “there we go,” sam sighed, ready to return to cloud 9.

you sheepishly swirled your tongue around the bulbous tip of his cock, relishing in the taste of his precum oozing into your tastebuds. oh, yeah, you’ve found yourself a new favourite flavour.

“hands up for me, bambi,” he sighed, breathless already. you oblige, eyes widening when his belt snaked over your wrists, tying them in an unholy matrimony. your hands rested in your lap, preventing you from pleasuring yourself like you intended to. “now, open wide f’me.” you’re obedient, eager to please, for you know if sam’s satisfied he would overlook the ‘punishment’ and stick his cock into you. your pussy flutters at the thought of being full again.

as your throat relaxed around him, you started taking more and more of his length, looking up at him through your lashes to seek his validation, and the mere sight was rewarding. his brows furrowed, a pink flush crept into his pale skin, while his lips were plump and agape, marks of his teeth etched into the skin. “your mouth was made to suck cock, y’know that— my cock. you’re only gonna squeeze my cock with that fuckin’ throat, y’hear?” he nods, authoritative yet cooing, “is my girl understanding me?” so you bobble your head along with length. “fuck yeah, brat. going dumb on my cock,” he moans, and you were eager to illicit more of those sounds.

you relax your jaw, inhale deeply, and let him take charge. when sam realises this, the little devil smirks, running his fingers through your scalp to tug at your hair.

his cock pistons in and out of your throat, your eyes watering and your breath haggard. your pussy clenched around nothing but the flooded dampness of your cotton panties.

“oh, fuck, fuck, fuck, fu—” incoherent grunts and groans filled the room along with the delirious smell of your arousals. “fuuuuck, bambi,” sam’s thrusts got sloppier.

“you know,” he spoke, breathless yet mischievously, “this candy comes with a creamy centre,” he chuckled, grunting as he came undone in your mouth. “sweet n’ salty, yeah?” he stroked his cock, relishing in the sight of his heavy load dripping down your plump lips. you were quick to swallow every drop, selfishly devouring your favourite candy. you wondered if this was gluttony or lust?

when satiated, sam pulled away, tucking his cock away. you, too, get up from the floor, wincing at the pain of kneeling down for too long.

you shimmy out of your clothes, making your way towards his bed. sam sees you in the corner of his eye, an eyebrow irking at your actions, “what do you think you’re doing,” he asked plainly, leaving you confused. “i- you’re fucking me, right?” you had a pitiful look on your face, so eager to chase your own release with his assistance. “like hell i will, dumb girl,” sam scoffed, “brats don’t get pleasure after punishment,” he shrugged coldly, grabbing his gaming console.

he pointed towards his thighs, “sit your ass back down,” you whine, “but i’ll be so boooored,” yet perch on his lap, still.

“—and i finished my ring-pop,” you sigh in frustration. sam chuckles, “don’t worry, i’ll have your new favourite out in a minute,”

“this flavour never finishes, just keeps on coming.”

THIS PUNK—

SEE ALSO. playground [PRELIMINARY FIC]. more of Sam Monroe [MEAN!SAM, BIMBO!READER AND OTHER TROPES].

[backpackingspace]

My actual favorite part of wisdom saga is telemachus trying to lean against Athena (he thought about that for .03 seconds and then was like nah !!! :D she's my friend not the goddess of war!!! Good to see that the audacity is running strong in odysseus's family) and then just passed threw her and fell on the floor. And then Athena did not move at all!!! And just stood there looking at him.