#Prove me wrong.

[idkmanwtfishumanityanymore]

To help everyone cope and lighten the mood; BloodMoon has Earth’s phone. Picture this;

BloodMoon is laying on the floor, on his stomach, with Earth’s phone laid on the floor infront of him. He’s munching on an arm, or sipping a blood-bag, and watching one of those dancing fruit videos for babies. Being a total iPad kid and kicking his little legs behind him.

Thank you for coming to my TedTalk.

[boyfeelxo]

ANY CASE YOU CAN MAKE FOR JEFFANNIE, I CAN MAKE FOR PIERCEABED

[kikidoesthings]

shakabrah.

[applepixls]

ive decided that lizzies superpower is being a cuttlefish (or cuddlefish :))))

[i-eat-deodorant]

recent conversations reminded me but. so many songs by Crane Wives fit narilamb perfectly

[heretyc]

[remusthedroid]

Why is it that when im trying to find cool intersectional feminism stuff in the intersectional feminism tag that i get loads of radfem bs?? Sick of it.

[richieshusband]

inspired by @the-spaced-out-ace

[kittenchancorruptionarc]

Damn, you have that many whores? No wonder you make so much money

While those bloodthirsty bastards want your cock, I remain intact. I still have my pride and dignity as a person 💅

(Please, I'm joking, don't take anything I say here seriously xd)

I bet once someone flashes a couple bills in your face you’ll do anything they ask of you.

[k1rbyl0v3r]

''back cats are cursed!'' black cats:

[evolmyheart]

Moments

Remember guys. I'm a badass.👊🏾

[ducky-the-mucky]

The Gorg is Alien Batman. Just. Without Alfred.

The Gorg is intimidating in costume, much like Batman.

The Gorg is sweet and dad-looking outside of costume, just like Brucie Wayne.

The Gorg turned to violence when he lost his children, I think Batman gets more violent when his children get hurt. (Not to mention the whole thing with Jason, where it got to the point where Tim stepped in because Batman was being too violent.)

I know there’s more, I can’t think of it now.

[prokopetz]

I think people sometimes misunderstand why we come up with such elaborate justifications for shipping two characters together. I don't justify my ships because I feel that I need to; I justify my ships because squinting at the published canon with furrowed brow and asking myself "okay, how exactly would this work?" is my idea of a good time.

[simonbrain]

love the idea of reader just trying to fuck all her stress out with a random at the bar before returning back to her mundane life, and simon deciding he's going to keep her instead 🙂‍↕️

the prick doesn't budge when you try to kick him out; instead, he drags you back into bed and works his mouth to loosen you up again, and now you've forgotten why you were trying to haul his ass out of your home.

(you attempted to sound stern while telling him to get out of your house, but he merely chuckled, the sound so raspy and condescending that it stroked a heat within you that you thought was sated last night.

"this is our home. now get your arse back in bed, i'm fuckin' hungry.")

you had to really fist at his hair to pull him off of you, and that only turned him on if the deep groan rumbling out of him was anything to go by—you swear his tongue sunk deeper inside you. he only relented so he could fuck you dumb in the shower after, leaving you with trembling legs and feeling more dirty than clean (atta girl, don't you waste any of tha'—keep it all in).

you blink, and now suddenly you're seated as he spoon-feeds you a nice, hearty breakfast, huffing something like messy girl when toast crumbs get all over your face and the wooden table.

words can't express how flustered you are; you're too stunned to even continue telling the big man who's now feeding you scrambled eggs that he needs to leave. all you feel like you're capable of doing is opening your mouth to accept another spoonful, ignoring the ache you feel between your thighs when you catch his heavy stare and hear a low hum of approval.

then he's leaving (and it's not because of your nagging), muttering something about having to work those mutts to the bone today, all while you're trying to make sense of what's happening. he gives you a sloppy kiss to silence your questions and exasperation, one that makes you feel hot all over and almost melt into a puddle had it not been for the firm grip he had on your ass.

he licks his lips when he pulls back, eyes darting to where your shirt just barely covers where he'd rather be all day than having to go and train recruits. he stares for an uncomfortably long time and before you can speak up, face growing a little hot from the tension, he's turning around to finally leave.

before the door shuts, he says, "be a good girl, ay? see you tonight, birdie."

you're left with your thoughts and feelings of dread and anxiety. there definitely isn't any underlying interest or anything; the freak has fucked your brain out of your head, that's all. you're sure he didn't even mean it anyway. maybe. hopefully.

a drop of his come rolls down your thigh, and arousal shame burns through you. since when did you let one-night stands finish in you?

(your so-called one-night stand came home hungry and pissed, so worked up that he dragged you over to the nearest surface and played with you for a good hour. by the time you had half the mind to tell him about the dinner in the oven—your eyes nearly bulged out of their sockets at how much money he had sent you for groceries earlier, nevermind how he got ahold of your account details—he grunted and finally gave your poor pussy a break, scarred mug all slick and flushed.)

good luck when he takes you to meet his mates at the bar a week later, the same bar you brought him home from; the comments from them make you wish a hole in the ground would just swallow you right up.

"pretty thing ye caught, lt," johnny grins, a mischievous gleam in his eyes. he's a bit over the top, ogles your chest too hard, but overall he's... alright. you'd probably notice how perverted he really was if you actually looked at him longer than a few fleeting glances, but his stare is kind of unnerving.

kyle—perfection personified—hums in agreement, a warm smile on his face that puts you at ease. somehow you don't pick up on the ulterior motive behind his gaze running over your body, eyes roaming over your chest more discreetly than johnny but just as appreciative. "pretty indeed. you don't mind sharing, do you ghost?" kyle teases, pretty eyes glancing over at simon, who only huffs at that and shakes his head (much to your confusion).

who the fuck is ghost? you only know big guy and simon.

there's a deep chuckle and your focus flits over to the man seated in front of you, captain john price. if you thought simon was scary, john's a man who demands respect and attention just by being in his presence. "you chose the wrong dog to bring home," john hums, voice deep and gravelly and making you shamefully squeeze your thighs together.

"but that's alright, sweetheart. you have three others now, yeah?" the purr that comes out of his mouth is sinful, and when you nod and stammer out a yes, sir as if you were one of his soldiers and not the sweet girl that simon has brought to his captain, looking for approval of his newest toy, he only smiles.

simon's hand squeezes your thigh underneath the table, trailing upwards, and you're slowly understanding what it is that you've gotten yourself into.

[stil-lindigo]

mumbattan's one and only pavitr prabhakar!!

prints

[lilysaus]

reblog if you consider the people youve befriended on this website (and other websites) to be real friends, even if youve never met them irl before

trying to prove something to my dad