#That they would have SUCH funny interactions

[sparesomeserotonin]

Answer below cut because I'm too impatient to wait for asks

1. Rises the Moon by Liana Flores

2. Bluey

3. Reading, it takes less brain power

4. That feeling when you remember how much you care about your friends and you feel like you're gonna throw up because you just love them So Much

5. Watch YouTube with a snack alone for a bit :3

6. Sugar cookie

8. My old favorite blanket

9. Getting slushies with my dad at 7/11 :)

10. Like 4 hours ago LOL

11. My jacket!!! It used to be my dad's, then my mom took it from him, then I took it from her. I can't leave the house without it anymore, it makes me feel safe :) I always keep my lucky duckys in the left pocket.

12. Music, funny YouTube videos, and my friends

13. Long hot shower :3

14. Summer plans!!!!

15. Oreo cakesters, toaster strudels, and poptarts

16. That thing we have planned 😈 and an art series of all sorts of trans people because there's so much amazing diversity in the community I want to capture!!

17. Getting hugs, cuddles, or pets, or if I'm not feeling touchy just having someone around and not really interacting :3

18. Probably once I'm on T and I've gotten top surgery, but I try to be as myself as I possibly can every day :D

19. Nope!

20. Lunches with my friends <3

21. TEA!

22. 💗🫂 (not meant to be an emoji combo they just remind me of my friends)

23. My brother sometimes gives me flowers he finds :3

24. I have a lot of people who are very equally dear to me, to pick just one would be misrepresenting my feelings :(

25. Fiery blue

26. In a cottage in the woods in Norway with my friends R, A, J, J, M, and C (initials just in case they aren't comfy having their names shared) and with everyone else I know living nearby :3

27. I love gardening and I've grown morning glories, but I have a black thumb 💔 and I kill most things I try and grow

28. My art

29. Yes!!! At least I try to be!!

30. Art and writing mostly :)

✨soft asks✨

What song makes you feel better?

What is your go to comfort show?

Reading or writing? Why?

Whats your favorite feeling?

How do you like to take care of yourself?

What’s your favorite candle scent?

Who do you feel most like yourself around?

Whats a fabric/texture that’s nostalgic for you?

Best childhood moment?

When was the last time you laughed so hard you cried? (or just felt really good afterwards)

Do you have a comfort item? Tell us about it!

What calms you down?

Bath or shower to relax?

Whats something upcoming that you’re excited for?

Comfort food?

What’s something you want to create soon?

How do you feel best loved?

What age in life do you think you’ll feel most yourself at?

Have you ever written or received a love letter?

Tell us about a memory you hold close to your heart.

Tea, Coffee, or hot cocoa?

Name of your favorite playlist?

Have you ever received flowers?

Who is your bestfriend?

If your soul was a color, what would it be?

If you could live anywhere with anyone you want, where would it be and who would you bring?

Do you like to garden? Have you ever grown something?

What are you proudest of?

Are you a kind person?

What do your hobbies look like?

[luvmanifesting]

im gone for so many months after shifting 💀 and i got “debunked” yeah so imagine trying to debunk me and end up being so completely wrong that i had to sit back and laugh for a solid 5 minutes at the straight stupidity i’ve read from your post @debunkingidiots . i do appreciate that you had the time TO make a post out of “debunking” me just to end up wrong. it meant you had the time to think of me how flattering. if you’re gonna debunk someone do it right, if i recall doesn’t debunking have to include solid pieces of evidence? like down from pictures and messages and screenshots? how’re you a complete debunking page and can barely do your job, the only thing you’ve debunked is whoever that star account was. fun fact theres NOTHING to debunk about me because i haven’t lied!!! :3 you only took a screenshot of me correcting someone and then you went to claim it immediately as me “lying” and then gifted me “best liar reward” how DELUSIONAL and STUPID can you be. you can actually just reward me for being such a master at manifesting + always getting what i want. i think that fits me better than you just randomly coming out the blue to assume i’m a liar. if your whole account runs solely on exposing “liars” i fear you’re just..bored with your life.

next topic @fairykittiz8 or whoever the hell it was, its so funny you can claim to know me, none of my friends use tumblr.. or KNOW i use tumblr? so claiming to know me is a HEAVY reach. + if you had the password to my account you would’ve still be interacting with the followers i have on my account. don’t use my name in your posts like EVER again.

and to the overly “woke” people typing styles do NOT mean someone is someone else, nobody owns a typing style? (i mean unless you assume that you own one idc)

if you want to know how to actually CATCH a liar @debunkingidiots i recommend you check out @themoonlightbabyy they can CLEARLY do their job better than you it seems💀 and whats also funny @debunkingidiots is how people can find evidence that someone is lying WAYYY before you can..kind of defeats the whole purpose of being a debunking page if you rely on other people to do your job.. “if you suspect someone let me know” - famous words from a “debunking” page, LMFAO you’re the one who’s supposed to be suspecting people.. not..anonymous people?

and before you still try to get on me “lying” (which i know you’re gonna try to use my permashifting information as an example because you’re so “smart” ) yes, i did state i would erase my memory of this reality and everything about it but in my last post i made about it which was my leaving post. i said i added more things and i also did adjust more things. which was removing the memory removal. i wanted to keep it incase i came back. do your studying on permashifting before you also try to come on my back about it, there are PLENTY of permashifting people who came back. + whoever commented about me being inconsistent about having unlimited money clearly do not understand the concepts of unlimited. ill just dumb it out for you and explain it just a little. ME having unlimited money does NOT mean it’ll stay at 9 trillion all damn day (unless ofc i assume) what i MEANT by unlimited is it not running out. clearly i have to be more specific when stating a specific desire because lack of comprehension still exists.

i hope you enjoyed your few minutes of fame in this post! @debunkingidiots . oh and i’ll definitely be wiping my tears with my snow leopard and my money :3

don’t become a debunking page if you can’t do your “job” correctly and don’t debunk me after i leave💀 you might as well assume every new blogger is me atp i love that you’re obsessed with me.

[ro-writesstuff]

lando norris - a simple ask

a/n: this has been in my drafts for a while. oops :) friendly reminder requests for f1 drivers are open! happy reading 🩷

summary: you convince lando to try on some of your makeup.

cw: two idiots in love, swearing maybe

minors do not interact, all fics are 18+.

***

it was just a small question.

lando sighs, “you want to put makeup on me?”

"please?"

you silently begged that he would say yes and jutt out your bottom lip.

how could he say no to that gorgeous face?

“fine.”

you squeal, sitting him down, practically dragging him to your vanity as you open the drawers beside him revealing your many makeup products. after a sassy comment from your boyfriend about how he would look better in some of your makeup products and what felt like ten minutes of convincing, you had finally persuaded him to actually do it.

he slightly groans as you excitingly pull a few products out, the packaging glimmering one on top of the other as you fish out the ones that match your boyfriend’s skin tone.

"love, why’s there so many?” he questions, gently looking at a few pieces of your wide variety collection.

you take a neutral but sparkly eyeshadow palette and dip an eyeshadow brush as you reply. “it takes a lot to become pretty. close your eyes please.”

“you don’t need-“

he flinches as you start against his eyelid leaving a dot of powdery sparkles in the middle of it, quickly stopping his clearly snarky comment he was about to make. you giggle, sliding the brush against his skin.

“that’s funny, you reckon?” he says, eyes closed.

you sit in a comfortable silence, focused as you perfect his eyeshadow, blending it with your fingers. when he hears you looking for something in the drawer, he slowly opens his eyes. he looks up at you through his eyelashes, a charming smile that sends you squirming.

you try to recollect yourself, “okay, sit still I’m gonna do your eyeliner now.”

lando sits quietly as you concentrate, his long eyelashes sitting flush against his perfectly smooth skin. he sets his hands on your waist for support, a movement he’s done many times but now seems oddly intimate. butterflies move in your stomach, causing your heartbeat to fasten. you inhale a little sharper, giddy at the slightest feeling he gives you.

as you finish his eyeliner and lift your hand, lando’s eyes follow you as he detects the slight shift in your body language. the way you’ve tensed up in the smallest way tells him something was up.

“you gettin’ shy on me?” he asks, index finger pointing at your now blushing face.

shit he caught that. “no, just admiring how good you look is all.”

“mhmm.” his eyes lock with yours, having a hold to them. not quite possessive, something else you can’t quite grasp.

you reach into your drawer pulling out the next item, uncapping it.

“what the hell is that?” lando questions, the spiky brush clearly foreign to him. you genuinely think he’s terrified.

“it’s mascara,” you say stifling a laugh. “it makes your lashes look longer.” lando takes the wand from you and inspects it.

“trust me, okay? it’s not gonna hurt i promise.” you say, hands gently tugging at his curls to soothe him.

his eyes meet yours, “you’re lucky i love you, y’know.”

the four letter word is like music to your ears as lando calms himself down and looks up like you tell him to. you gently brush his lashes and wipe the excess away.

“so pretty,” you beam.

“whatever you say, gorgeous.”

you ruffle through the drawers and take out two small bottles of concealer. swiping both on your skin, your eyebrows furrow to see which one matches him better. lando looks at you in awe, taking in your features. the soft lighting of your bedroom perfectly highlights your nose, one of his favorite facial features of yours, and the way you’re taking your time and being patient with him makes his heart swell.

his daydream is quickly ruined by you dabbing the product underneath his eyes, however.

“oye, why’s it so cold,” he complains, forehead crinkling together at the feeling.

“calm down drama queen, it’s just concealer.”

one you’re done, you grab the final product. you rattle the box in front of him. “pick your poison, gorgeous.”

he peeks into it, the collection of lipstick tubes, bottles, glosses and whatnot sit together in different directions. Lando settles on a pink gloss, one of your favorites.

as you start to twist off the cap and bring it closer to his luscious lips, he places his hand on yours.

“wait- I , uh, have an idea.”

you nod at him to continue.

he plays with the hem of your shirt as he thinks, debating how to word this. his curls bounce as his eyes meet your own.

“maybe you could like, put it on and then, um…” he voice trails off. you’ve never seen him so vulnerable, usually he’s mr. confident. it’s kind of adorable actually.

“kiss you?” you finish for him.

“y-yeah.” he mumbles.

you smile in agreement, swiping on the the pink lip gloss, its shade perfect, as you press your lips together.

you turn and set the product down with a small clatter on the counter, “ready?”

Lando nods, excitement running through his veins. he finds it lovely when you’re in makeup, but especially lip gloss. he’d never say it but when you had to wipe it from wherever it’s left its mark: his cheek, lips, neck, he loved it.

you cup your hand on either side of his face as his deep, gorgeous eyes meet yours. your lips connect as a rush of passion courses through both of you, his arms pulling you tighter to him.

you hear the slightest whimper as you pull away, using your fingers to clean up the gloss and perfect the final look.

“all done.”

he takes the compact mirror from your hand as he moves his face around to see the array of things you’ve meticulously put on his face.

he hums, “not half bad, thank you love.”

“you’re welcome,” you say starting to out away the mess you’ve made. lando’s hands reach from behind you and stop your movements. you look at him through the mirror confused.

“i think i should be able to do yours now, no? seems only fair.”

[catsushinyakajima]

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[metalomagnetic]

Are there any tidbits or pieces of lore from the It runs world that exist in your head but won’t make into the story? If so, any favourites?

On Halloween, those that wish to be visited by dead loved ones, can put certain candles and herbs in their window, that would allow the spirits to enter the house. Because the veil is thin between the worlds, the spirts can interact somewhat with their surroundings, only for that night. If a witch or wizard are very good at seance, they can even have conversation with the spirits.

(I had a whole thing about Sirius doing this ritual for his dad, when he was 20. He also reminisced about times in his childhood when way too many dead Blacks would visit Grimmauld and cause havoc, but Sirius used to find it funny.)

The forest in Albania where Voldemort fled to (and hid the diadem) isn't exactly random; it is said that it used to house a terrible witch, that it was made a prison for her, and even if she died, long ago, the forest is still cursed, and so not many wizards dare to enter it. The muggles that go there die, too, so the locals have always known to avoid it. When Voldemort first went there, as a young man to hide the diadem, he met a witch that was fleeing justice and they remained in communication for years.

Voldemort can, indeed, speak to dragons, since they are serpents, but he cannot control them. Snakes are always submissive to him, they are drawn to the blood gift of his family, but dragons can only understand him. As a young man, his arrogance made him believe he could control a dragon- he was wrong and still has some burn scars on his shoulder, though he covered them with tattooed runes. Of course, he killed the dragon in question, and kept its heart and horns as trophies- they are in the torture cabin, as all the other trophies.

There was a Black woman that married a Gaunt, back when the Gaunts were still doing alright. Centuries later, old Sirius considered reaching out to the Gaunts for another marriage, because the Gaunts have Parseltongue, a gift he wanted for the Blacks, and because they are pure (in a way not even the rest of the world knows, but old Sirius knew), yet once he saw the current condition of the Gaunts he changed his mind. Ironically, old Marvolo wouldn't have agreed either, because he does not consider the Blacks pure enough (he, like old Sirius, had access to certain knowledge the rest of the world had forgotten). But, for a brief second in time, there was a slim possibility for Merope to be married off to Arcturus.

Voldemort killed Mr Burke for robbing his mother. (this also happens in my one shot 'the customer is always right).

Dumbledore had a crush on old Sirius, when they were back in school.

Orion once killed a man for dancing with Walburga; he didn't tell her about it, she had to read the dude died over a newspaper, at breakfast. She raised her eyes from the paper, shocked, met Orion's cold gaze and neither said a word, as Sirius and Regulus were fighting with food inches away.

Orion and Cygnus once killed a man because he was inappropriate with a sixteen year old Bella. Only Abraxas (who was needed to hide the proof), Druella, Bella and Andromeda know of this. Abraxas told Lucius, when he was courting Andromeda, so the boy was terrified to even kiss her, and Andromeda would mock him about him, called him spineless and kept trying to tempt him into it. Even later, when he was engaged with Cissa, he refused to kiss her or hold her hand until the day they married. It was however, a very short engagement, so he didn't have to wait too long.

[keeryhours]

real love, baby - chapter five

Billy Hargrove x female! reader

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Series Masterlist

Summary:

Things are revealed at school.

Warnings:

Pregnancy, bullying, shitty parents, comments about weight

Word Count: 2k

A/N:

I’m so sorry this chapter took so long! This one is pretty short but things are about to get more eventful.

15 weeks pregnant

Baby is the size of an apple 

Billy didn’t say anything at first. In fact, he stayed hidden in his cowardice for weeks more. Beating himself up about it, watching you, longing to reach out and touch you and tell the truth. But he just couldn’t bring himself to. Maybe it was his dad, maybe it was his popularity and the girls, maybe it was just fear of the future. Whatever it was, he didn’t make a move.

It was another day, 15 weeks now and no longer able to hide it. The whole school knew for sure now. It was a miracle you’d been able to keep hiding it from your parents. 

Things had gotten worse for you and Eddie, but he still never stood up for himself with the truth. It would have been so easy to do, but he didn’t. You were eating lunch with the Hellfire boys, standing to grab a refill of your water when Jason stepped out in front of you. Your heart immediately sank, because any interaction with Jason was always sure to be a disaster, especially since the incident with Gareth.

“Hey, slut,” he said. “Eating for two?”

You gritted your teeth, sighing. You weren’t going to engage with him. You tried to push past his shoulder, but he stopped you.

“You know, I feel real sorry for that baby,” he said, voice low, meant specifically for you. “Not only a whore for a mother - how embarrassing - but a satan-worshipping freak as a dad? That’s just-“

Jason was cut off as he was shoved back in the chest. You both turned to look at Billy wide eyed, both completely shocked.

“Back off,” Billy said, leaving no room for discussion. “Leave her alone.”

“Wh-what?” Jason stuttered, completely confused as to why his friend and basketball team captain was standing up for you of all people.

“I said, back off, Carver,” he said again. And before he’d even had a chance to think of the words he said next - “That’s my kid.”

Jason looked at him like he was crazy. “Man, what- what the hell are you talking about?” He laughed, gaze darting between your shocked expression and Billy’s, who looked equally shocked by what he’d just said and to who. “That’s not…”

Billy looked at you, meeting your eyes, before he turned back to Jason. “It’s…yeah, it’s my kid.”

Jason just stared at his friend like he couldn’t understand or believe the words he was saying. “That’s funny, man, but-“

“No, I’m…” Billy looked around as the whole cafeteria’s attention was zoned in on you three. “I’m being serious. The baby is mine.”

Jason genuinely did not know what to say. No one did. He looked as if Billy wasn’t even speaking english. Finally Billy just put an arm around you - “Come on, let’s get out of here,” he mumbled, leading you out of the lunch room and down the hall.

“You just…” you began, stumbling over your feet as you tried to keep up with Billy’s pace. “Hey, slow down, I actually am carrying a whole extra person.”

Billy glanced back at you and down to your stomach before turning his attention back ahead of him. “Sorry.”

He slowed slightly as he led you out of the halls and into the school parking lot. “Where are we going?” you asked, letting him lead you wherever he wanted.

“I…don’t know,” Billy said pausing as he put his keys in the car door. “This is just what I do, when I’m upset or…need to think. I drive somewhere.”

“And you wanted to take me with you this time?”

He looked at you over the hood of his car. “Yeah.”

“Then let’s go.” You smiled softly at him as you gestured towards the Camaro. He reluctantly returned a small smile as he unlocked the doors and you both slid inside. He started the engine, metal music blasting through the speakers immediately, which would have startled you if you weren’t so used to it from Eddie.

Billy flew out of the parking lot, driving even more recklessly than Eddie. He liked that it didn’t phase you much. Usually the girls he had in his car were freaked out by it.

He stopped the car at Lover’s Lake. You looked at him pointedly, and he held his hands up. “I didn’t take you here for that reason,” he insisted. “It’s just…I knew it would be abandoned right now.” You believed him.

He leaned back against his headrest, hands rubbing over his face as he let out a big sigh. “Well, it’s out now.”

You felt awkward. He didn’t seem happy about this. Your hands messed with the hem of your skirt as you watched him, waiting for more words, anything. You were distinctly aware of the shape of the bump beneath your sweater, the reason for both of your troubles evidenced under your clothes. At least he didn’t have that.

He looked over at you. “It’s not…I’m not upset with you,” he said. “I’m not upset at all. I mean, maybe I could have come out with it a little better, school’s going to be a disaster when I go back. But I…” He turned, looking through his front window at the lake. “I’ve been a real asshole.”

His words surprised you. It was the last thing you expected to hear from Billy…ever. But you weren’t about to stop him, this seemed like a good track.

When you didn’t say anything, he laughed a little and then continued. “I’m sorry. I…I knocked you up and then left you to do it all alone while I kept living my life. That was fucked up. That’s just as much my kid as it is yours.”

Something about that last part sent butterflies free in your stomach. You hung onto his every word, as if it would all slip from your grasp if you let it. This is what you’d wanted since the beginning, isn’t it? But you never thought you’d have it.

“Yeah,” you said, because you weren’t about to tell him it’s okay. It wasn’t. But you weren’t opposed to him turning things around.

He glanced over to you again, looking up at you through his unfairly nice eyelashes. “Can I…fix things? Can I make it up to you?”

“You’re serious?” you asked him. You didn’t want him to do this and then change his mind and leave you alone again. “Because this is a real living baby. You can’t just come and go. If you’re in, you’re in.”

“I’m in,” he said immediately. “I’m in.”

Your heart thudded in your chest. He sounded serious. He looked serious. “What does this mean?”

“I…” Billy wasn’t entirely sure himself. “I want to be there. I want to be the dad.”

You let out a long breath. “You know that’s a huge commitment, right?”

“I know,” he said. “That’s my kid. I don’t want to miss anything else. I’m not leaving you on your own.”

Silence. Then, you spoke the question that had been weighing on you. “What about your dad?”

Billy froze. Panic crept in under his skin, an ice cold waterfall of fear. “I…don’t know.”

“Are you going to tell him?”

Billy rubbed his hands over his face again, like he was trying to erase every racing thought from his head. His dad would find out eventually. It would be better if he told him rather than him finding out from gossip. But, fuck, it wasn’t going to go down well. “I guess I have to.”

“When?”

“I don’t know.” He wasn’t exactly in a rush to do it. He figured he had time, right? But, shit, you were already almost halfway through your pregnancy. Everyone knew you were pregnant, and now after the stunt in the cafeteria, everyone knew Billy was the father. It was only a matter of time before word spread through town and it got back to Neil.

What would Neil do? Would he kick him out? Berate him? Hit him? Probably all of the above. Billy could handle it, but what he couldn’t handle was bringing you into Neil’s world. It was bad enough Max was living in it now. He couldn’t stand bringing another innocent person into his dad’s orbit.

You could tell he was thinking. You reached over and put your hand on his arm. “We’re in this together now.”

Billy wasn’t sure why, but that did make him feel better. He put his hand over yours. “Yeah. We are.”

Billy dropped you off at your house once enough time had passed that your parents wouldn’t ask questions. His Camaro rolled up in front of the house, engine idling as he put it in park. He finished off his cigarette and tossed it out the window.

“I’ll call you,” he said. “And you can let me know when your next appointment is. I’ll be there.”

You smiled softly. “Okay. I’ll let you know.” Your turned to get out, but your hand hovered over the handle. “And thank you.”

Billy’s eyebrows drew together. “You’re thanking me?”

“Yeah,” you said. “You stood up for me and…you did the right thing.”

Billy scoffed. “Yeah, well. I’ve done the wrong thing for long enough.”

Billy watched as you climbed out of the car and walked up the walkway. He didn’t leave until he saw you open the door and go inside, sure you were safe.

Your mom was in the kitchen when you walked in. She looked up at you, then back to the onion she was chopping - then did a double take, her eyes landing on your middle. “You’ve gained weight.”

You froze in place. You were wearing an oversized sweater that did a pretty good job of hiding the bump. Your heart sunk in your chest. This was it. You braced yourself.

“Have you been watching what you eat?” she asked. “You know we talked about this. You can’t just eat whatever you want. And this is why.”

You almost let out a breath of relief, but held it in. “I haven’t. I’m sorry.”

Your mom shook her head as she went back to dinner prep. “You had such a beautiful figure. It’s such a shame you don’t take care of yourself.”

If only she knew how your figure was really going to change. Thank god she didn’t put it together.

You left the kitchen before she could say anything else, running up the stairs and into your bedroom. You slipped the sweater over your head and grabbed a t-shirt to change into - your fingertips grazing over the soft skin of the bump before you covered yourself with the shirt.

Your phone started ringing immediately. Curious who it could be, you picked up. “Hello?”

Your name was said through the phone at way too loud of a volume. “What the fuck?”

Your lips turned up into a small smile. “Eddie-“

“What the fuck was that about?” he practically yelled. He was always so fucking loud. “What was that?? Where did you go?”

“We had to get out of there after that,” you said.

“Yeah, well, everything at school went to shit after you two left. No one knows what to think.” He scoffed. “Of course there was no ‘I’m sorry, Eddie, for everything we’ve said about you. Turns out it was Hargrove’s all along and we unfairly treated you like shit.’”

“Are you mad at me?”

“At you?” he asked, like it had never crossed his mind. “No, fuck no, never. Wasn’t your fault. You’ve been getting shit even worse than me, and you still are. A little pissed at Hargrove, though. Could’ve come forward a little sooner maybe.”

A moment of quiet. “He said he wants to be involved now.”

“Do you believe him?”

You did, but you didn’t know if Eddie would. “He seemed genuine.”

“Well, he has a lot to make up for,” Eddie said. “And if he treats you or my godchild like shit again, I swear to god-“

“I know,” you said, smiling. Your hand rested on your stomach. You knew if nothing else, this baby was incredibly loved by both you and Eddie. And Billy too, you now felt.

“I just love you. Both of you. And you know I would’ve made sure you were both taken care of.”

“I know, Eds. I love you too.”

“Good.” You could hear the smile in his voice. “Because you and Billy aren’t getting rid of me. I’m gonna be the favorite uncle, or whatever.”

“Would never dream of getting rid of you, Eddie.”

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[melwnst]

────── ⋆⋅☆ RIDE A COWBOY, D.W

SMUT SMUT SMUT! DRY HUMPING! BOTH SUB AND DOM DEAN KILL ME NOW

⭑.ᐟ Maybe I’m ovulating… but I saw the cowboy dean icon (thank you @deansmisha !) and I was like… HELL YEAH! Please interact and send requests if u have any<3

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The moment the door closes behind you, you know you’re in it for the whole night.

Dean’s already taking off his jacket, he unties his boots, and when he goes to take off the cowboy hat he’s been wearing for hours, you stop him.

‘Wait. Don’t.’ You’re closer to him now, hands trailing on his still clothed chest, almost begging him not to take anything off.

He gets it.

He knows exactly what you’re thinking about.

His lips are on yours in seconds. They’re hungry, they’re desperate because he knows he won’t get to be in you for a while.

He walks backwards, lips still attached to yours, still hungry and his legs hit the end of the bed.

Dean lets himself fall, he lets you fall on top of him.

He slides himself until his back hits the bedpost, his jean’s tight over his boxers, he already feels himself slip into madness.

Your lips finally detach themselves from his lips only to bite into his neck next. Your hands trailing at the back of his neck, playing with his hair, toying.

‘Please. Get on with it.’ He begs, because this is torture. He already wants to fill and feel you, taste you, but he knows he has to wait.

His head hits the bedpost, because he just can’t wait. He’s about to lose it. The hat slightly falls to cover his eyes.

‘Alright! you’re so impatient, jeez!’ You joke, your legs going to stay on each side of his left’s, and that’s when he knows he’s fucked.

You’re fucked too, because you’ve barely touched him, you’re already dripping wet.

‘Fuck.’ He runs a hand through his hair, frustrated and mutters under his breath although you hear him, and just that makes you smile because you know you’re making him lose his mind just by playing with him.

Your pace fastens, and you swear you see tears well up in his eyes. Probably in yours too- because this is just too good.

When you see the wet spot hanging on his jeans where his tip is, you know you did a good job.

Before you have a chance to do anything else, Dean flips you to the other side of the bed and hovers.

‘My turn now, you’re gonna be sorry.’ He threatens. His hat finally falls, and in the next couple of seconds his shirt is off, his jeans leave soon after leaving him in his boxers.

When you go to take off your clothes, it’s his turn to stop you.

‘Let me.’ He demands.

You nod your head, and soon enough your clothes are gone, maybe ripped, but you don’t care because you just want him inside you.

‘I need you. Please, Dean.’ You whimper, and Dean finds it hilarious. He thinks it’s funny how just a couple minutes ago, you were dominant, playing with him, and now you’re the one begging, and he’s enjoying that more than he’d like to admit.

‘You made me wait, remember?’ A smirk tugs at his lips as they descend to lay kisses on your neck, your chest, going slower making your heart beat faster.

Dean would like to act like he wants to wait, but he really can’t. So in between kisses, surprising you, he enters you.

It’s not rough, it’s slow, it’s full of love and pleasure but you know it’s about to change because you both need each other.

Moans and screams of pleasure echo through the room, your hands grip on his back like they’re supposed to stay attached there forever, leaving marks.

His teeth trade bruises on your shoulders.

‘You’re taking it so good.’ His voice is hoarse like he hasn’t spoken in years, you hum in response because frankly, that’s the only thing you can do.

‘I love you.’ He lets out in between groans, his hands take yours as they hold each other on each side of your head.

When it’s your turn to moan again, you manage to respond.

‘I love you.’

Dean swears that’s the best sound he’s ever heard.

You saying you love him while he can hear and see how much pleasure you feel from him being in you.

He’s basically in heaven.

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[former-incel]

Stop putting men like this on a pedestal. Men who are socially awkward are not paragons of niceness. It's unfair to him and unfair to her.

I have no idea what kind of person he is. Maybe he's an outspoken feminist ally who calls out sexism when he sees it. Maybe he's convinced that no woman could ever like him so he has to force a woman to like him. Maybe he was raised by sexist parents and he's copying them. Maybe he's copying what he sees on TV because he doesn't interact with people much, causing him to have incorrect ideas about people. Maybe he's jealous of the popular men and feels the need to emulate them hoping to make himself popular. Maybe he's been bullied and he treats others the same way because it's all he knows. Maybe he's afraid of being bullied so he lashes out preemptively, unaware that that makes him the bully. Maybe he tries to be funny and ends up being hurtful. Maybe he's nice at first but stops being nice when he doesn't get what he wants. Maybe he has bad habits that he's trying his hardest to unlearn. Maybe he has bad habits that he's not trying to unlearn. Maybe he goes out of his way to be extra nice and people take advantage of him. Maybe he's just starting to stand up for himself and he's sometimes rude in the process. Maybe he's nice most of the time but has bad days caused by trauma or mental illness that cause him to do hurtful things. All of those are possible. He could be a sweetheart, the biggest asshole you'll ever meet, or somewhere in between. And I don't know which one he is, because I've never met him. If I had to guess, I'd say that he's a human being with some good qualities and some flaws just like everyone else.

If a man studies feminist theory and goes out of his way to have a deep understanding of how his actions affect women, and he allows women to correct him when he's wrong, then it's okay to guess that he'll treat women the way women deserve to be treated. That's because it would be a response to his actions, not putting him on a pedestal. But other than that, there's no reason to assume that being socially awkward will magically lead to him knowing how to treat women.

Looking back on my teen years, there were many times when I was put on a pedestal like this. I'd go through phases in which I'd shrink myself and be as unimposing as possible in order to prevent bothering people, causing me to miss out on social interactions. People in my family would respond by saying that I'm nice and that any girl would be lucky to be my girlfriend. Then, after feeling like I'm missing out, I'd go through phases in which I'd wildly guess at how to interact with people, do it wrong because I was never taught how to in a way I understand, then become obnoxious when it doesn't work. Putting me on a pedestal did not help me and will not help him.

[demonicsuffrage]

If you do still happen to have any Clark/ Bruce bodyswap ideas rotating in your head. This is a sign to reveal them to the masses (read: I fsbking. Love them . And would be incredibly happy to hear any others you have)

Like for instance what if they have to go off and superhero with others? (Not including their families I mean). Say if there's suddenly the yearly alien invasion that the JL needs to get together to beat. Would they be able to fight convincingly as each other or just kinda fumble given that they've not had that much time to develop the necessary skillset for this body? Would they be able to handle interacting with the JL as their counterpart, or would Batman suddenly be an optimistic guy giving reassurance and pep talks to the team while Superman either broods in a corner or starts spouting intricate plans with eighty contingencies? And what if one of them happens to in some way come into contact with Diana's lassoo- will they be able to keep the ruse intact or is the game immediately up?

(I'm also wagering that a good few members of the JL have taken some sort of photos/ videos of the things they do for blackmail purposes)

So uh. As you may be able to tell I very much enjoyed this concept. There are worms wriggling about in my brain and they all whisper Clark and Bruce's names

Wait that opens up an entirely new facet of this scenario, and I love it, thank you anon

I think in the body swap scenario, and this isn't me biased towards batman, i love both him and clark equally, but Bruce would be able to cruise by with his new superpowers, easily. Clark would be the one who would be struggling a little.

Bruce has extensive files all over them, he's human, he's observant, he knows how Clark operates. And he's pretty adaptable too, so he'd be terrifying.

He'd obviously have to figure out minor kinks on how to better control his powers, but he's talked and trained with clark long enough to do how to do that. Bruce never had any powers, that was never his usp, and now that he does, he's like the most overpowered character in the verse. He'd absolutely I think, if no one in the league knows about it, imitate Clark's cheery attitude, Bruce would just view it as putting on another mask like he does for Brucie Wayne. Martian manhunter knows but he doesn't tell anyone, because he's Bruce's best friend and he supports his friend

Now, that's not to say obviously, that clark would be weak or that everything heroic about him is his powers, but now he's in a more fragile body, obviously he's super intelligent and would be able to adapt real fast too. But the key difference is that while Bruce is simply gaining something, Clark is the one losing his powers. He'd also, absolutely, enjoy imitating Bruce, he's a journalist after all, he knows how to pretend.

I think they're obsessed(affectionate) enough with each other that they'd be able to emulate each other pretty well! Plus, clark now gets the added benefit of a gaggle of robins behind him and Bruce now has to walk alone, so in that way, the gain loss is the opposite

I don't really know enough about like the lasso to really say anything about that but does it like excuse loopholes? Because if it does then technically, they are clark and bruce!

Omggg this post would be too long if I talked about the reactions of the JL too, I think I'll make another post about those scenarios, it'd be so funny

There's this one panel I remember in which clark is insulting Gotham and Bruce is insulting metropolis, that will definitely, definitely be their reactions when they have to spend extended amounts of time there

I get those brain worms from time to time too, they're eating up my brain now, I think I've been convinced to make like atleast two more posts about this

Thank you for the ask!

[unfairlyfallen]

This counts as half of a fact, as it is something I already alluded to in another post. I just wanted to share it here because I think it's funny, and it's been forced into relevance in my life again recently.

In my search for a part-time job that will be easy on my crumbling body (until I can get a handle on that,) one that was suggested to me was a data entry job with the library. I 'almost' considered it, seeing as, despite my less than phenomenal reading capabilities, monotonous tasks are somewhat satisfying to me.

That was until I remembered why any job where I have to interact with a computer has to be immediately disregarded.

Technology hates my guts, to a truly comical degree. Every computer I have ever owned or interacted with for more than a few hours has developed a host of bizarre quirks, or simply stopped functioning permanently.

This cause and effect was so consistent that my highschool English teacher had to admit that I 'may actually be the problem,' after the school PC I was trying to use glitched out for the hundredth time, only to be perfectly usable once I had stepped away from it. My family adamantly refuses to let me near any of their electronics, out of certainty that they won't come back on again.

When I was buying my mother's old laptop from her, a couple of weeks ago, she instructed me very seriously not to touch it until she had backed everything of hers up to a hard drive, because "we know what happens."

My most recent phone works the absolute bare minimum, but that is more than I was expecting, so I will continue to use it until it dies of natural causes.

All to say, no one wants me on data entry, I would probably manage to erase everything with the sheer power of my fucked up presence.

(HOWEVER: From what I can tell, my iPod from the early 2000's and one of the first iPhones ever developed remain unaffected by whatever energetic bullshit I give off. So it might just be technology from the 2010's on)

[elainsgirl]

Y** said SJM doesn't do fanservice?

But yet Y** also says this:

"This is going to be very controversial but I think the spicy build up between him and Elain was more for fanservice because things escalated quickly and it wasn't in the main book where they barley interacted, so if someone hasn't read the bonus they have no idea Elain and Az had a moment. It's just to give a little taste to readers of how Azriel is when he is turned on and how he yearns and all of that."

Funny, right?

watching antis contradict themselves is just plain amusing especially when they do it obliviously, I wish more people realised that every anti-elriel arguement contradicts each other and thats only due to biased opinions & feelings - not actual arguments based on canon hence you cant take them seriously.

Mass doesnt do fanservice - so why on earth would she do it between elriel? Elain isnt just some character. She is one of THE main characters, to write a spicy scene between elriel means there’s something there between them that you can’t brush under the rug (like you could’ve done w an irrelevant character) hence it has to be explored/explained yet if elriel was endgame…there was no need to write that spicy scene especially as the books are only focusing on one couple each. Mass could have saved it for the gwynriel book. Az doesn’t yearn for all that, if he did, we would know that he isn’t celibate. Sjm is a deliberate writer and the elriel scene parallels many other official couples such as RhunLidia and Nessian. Mass wouldn’t use such a parallel between a couple that isnt meant to be. She could have written anything else aside from an almost kiss.

“It wasn’t in the main book!” - now. Why would elriel be having a kiss in Nessians book? Wouldn’t their first time be saved…for their book? In their povs???? Also, most readers aren’t biased and skipping past every elriel scene. Readers - which most are probably heavily involved in the romance genre as this is a romance series - have read Elriels charged glance, them blushing around each other -> in romance books all of this is to indicate attraction between a couple. Readers know by these scenes that Elain and Az are attracted to each other and something might be going on - thats all you need to romantically set them up as a couple since again, these are standalone novels - you dont need to do so much to confirm two characters as a couple as most of it its saved for their own book.

Honestly, once you read romance books especially those in standalone series, elriel are so so so obvious and I say this as someone whose gotten back into reading and the series im on, are a set interconnected romance standalones and honest to god, reading that series and looking at elriel I feel stupid for actually debating whether or not elriel will happen. On god - it is so obvious. Sjm isn’t out here playing mind games with us. Homegirl said it was obvious and it painfully is so.

[elbiotipo]

Do you ever think about how everyone keeps on thinking of assimov law of robotics as a good idea and something that we should actually program into robotics, meanwhile every asimov story about them was him thinking of interesting ways for a robot to bend or break them? Like the way people treat what was meant to be a plot device to facilitate interesting stories as a fundamental of robotics i just find funny

I haven't seen many serious takes on it (though maybe I should start checking out more sci-fi lately) but yes, that's my impression, that it was a plot device that even Asimov knew was flawed and impossible to enforce in real life, but it made for really great stories. One could see the laws of robotics as a fictional religion of sorts

The interesting thing about Asimov's robots (and other robots inspired by him) is that they are a fictional "people" much as Tolkien's Elves or Star Trek's Vulcans. Asimov's Robots are able to be sentient because of the "Positronic Brain", quite literally a plot device that allows them to be sentient. Their main feature isn't that they are robots and the mechanics of it because Asimov never really gets into that (mostly), it's mostly that they're artificial people, and the plot conflicts that arise from that.

This is why it's so obvious that the Three Laws are basically impossible to program or execute with our current knowledge of programming, it's because they aren't thought for real robots, but Asimov's Robots, with positronic brains able to understand them.

It's still really interesting to me because it reflects how the idea of AIs have changed through time. In the 50s and for most of the XXth century, the idea of artificial intelligence was basically that of artificial humans; a robot with a human-like body (or not, but an individual body) and an artificial brain. It was believed generally, or at least that what it seems to me, that the "body" part was easy, that soon, you could have robots in your home doing chores... but the brain part was the hardest one, if not impossible. An AI creating pictures or having a realistic conversation with a human was considered one of those feats that would take centuries of research if not impossible.

Look at how things turned out in real life, however. There are no real domestic robots outside factories, and nobody has yet managed to create mass-produced human-like androids. It turns out that the human form is very, very hard to replicate. And yet, I can now jump into a lot of websites and have a chat with a convincingly human-like *AI*, not only that, I can ask it to impersonate characters or people, create pictures for me, and create text that is nearly indistinguishable from human writing (as well as other feats like image, audio, text recognition, etc.) I need to stress that all that, which is now just arguments on the internet, was considered pure science fiction barely 10 years ago, an impossible feat for many. And yet, here it is. These "AI" or whatever you might want to call them or analyse them, are very different from the Asimovian (and popular) concept of AI as discrete individuals with a "body" and a "person". Where is the AI's "body"? Which one of its endless iterations is its real "self"? Okay, I'm digressing but I hope the contrast is made clear because it's interesting to me.

Soon enough, however, I think not more than ten or twenty years away, someone will finally create mass-produced human-like robots, and now that these AI tools exist, they will be equipped with them. And we will get bona-fide Asimovian Robots that can talk and interact with us, virtually the thing that science fiction has been telling us for decades will someday come. And given the world's reaction to "AIs" right now, I'm not sure I want to know how we will react to them.

[batsandbirdbrains]

Okay but in the same vein, this version of Dick would also not realize that jobs aren’t necessarily hereditary? Like you don’t have to grow up and work in the same business as your parents. He is just completely unaware that you can essentially have any job you want so long as you do the necessary work for it.

Because with his parents, he only ever heard about how his grandparents and great-grandparents were also in the circus. His dad’s parents had performed in Haly’s circus, and so had their parents, and he never told Dick any other jobs they might have had or any generations before that (probably because he just didn’t know himself). And his mother, from what Dick knew, had parents who were acrobats in a couple different French circuses while she was growing up. His family have always been circus performers. It’s in their blood.

And now he’s with Bruce, and he just sort of expects he’ll help out with WE when he grows up. Because Bruce is already mentoring him for it, having Dick shadow him on the business side of things.

So when the team are hanging out together and someone brings up college and what they want to do when they’re done with school, Dick is so confused. Because all of his peers for the most part at Gotham Academy also have family businesses they expect to work in one day. Even Barbara wants to do something criminal justice related, or at least that’s what she told Dick last time it was brought up. And her dad is the commissioner, so it makes perfect sense in Dick’s head.

So when someone on the team asks what he wants to be when he grows up, he sort of just smiles and tries not to act so confused when he says, “Well I’m gonna work with B. Duh.”

“Well, okay,” Artemis says slowly, giving him a funny look. “But like, doing what? You can be vague, but is it like, sciencey? Businessy?”

“Why does it matter?”

“We’re just curious, Robin, that’s all,” Kaldur says, smiling at him. “It’s nice that you and Batman will be able to work together in and out of the masks, though.”

Dick is looking at all of them, trying to read their faces.

“I don’t get it,” he admits.

“You’re being really weird about this, dude,” Conner says, almost laughing.

“I’m being weird?” Robin huffs. “You guys are the ones not making sense!”

“What doesn’t make sense?” Wally asks. He has plenty of experience speaking Robin-ese, but even he’s having trouble figuring out what Robin’s confusion is this time.

“You guys are acting all weird that I’m gonna work with B,” Robin tells him. “Why wouldn’t I work with B? Of course I’d work with him! He’s my - you know, he’s - he’s my B!”

Wally smiles at him, but it isn’t a smirk and he’s not making fun of him this time, he just looks genuinely amused.

“I know what he is,” Wally says, sounding incredibly fond. “But Rob, dude, that doesn’t mean you have to work with him if you don’t like the job.”

“Uh, yeah it does,” Robin says in a very matter-of-fact tone. “That’s literally how jobs work.”

“It’s really not,” Wally tells him. He’s speaking carefully, not wanting to upset Dick, but he still has a fond smile on his face.

“Is it a family business?” Artemis asks, finally clueing in on what the problem might be. “Because that’s nice if it is, no one’s gonna get upset or anything.”

“Well, I mean, yeah, I guess,” Dick stutters over the words. “But - but aren’t all jobs? Sort of?”

“No,” Artemis laughs.

“You are so sheltered, dude,” Wally snorts.

“I am not!”

“You are a little bit.”

“But, everyone I know - all sides, it’s always been - for generations and - ugh!” Dick groans, tugging at his hair, frustrated that he can’t properly explain himself without giving away key factors in his secret ID. How is he supposed to explain that his parents’ families had been in the circus for as far back as anyone could remember? How is he supposed to explain the Wayne family legacy he got adopted into? How is he supposed to explain that everyone he interacts with at Gotham Academy talks about joining the family business one day? How is he supposed to explain all the other performers in the troupe at Haly’s Circus also had family that performed in circuses and shows for generations before them?

Dick’s whole life feels like a lie. He hates all of his teammates, and he leaves to go complain to Bruce about it.

And Bruce sits through all of Dick’s complaining, listens to the full story and all of Dick’s thoughts on it. And he thinks it’s adorable and sweet that Dick assumed he was expected to take over WE one day since Bruce adopted him, he thinks it’s precious that Dick thought the world was really that simple. Because Dick is bright and he’s precocious and he’s so so clever, but sometimes there will be the odd thing he’s very naive about because he’s still young, and Bruce just melts. Because that’s his baby boy, isnt he precious, oh Bruce can’t wait to tell Alfred about this one.

Dick just pouts at him. Bruce lets him sulk and then promises him they can play video games as soon as he finishes up typing up this case file. That makes Dick perk up and forget about why he was annoyed with everyone for a little bit.

The one where Dick has zero concept of how the average person lives

I want a fic where Dick just has absolutely no concept how the average person lives. He went from being raised in a circus to being raised in a manor by a billionaire. His concept of what is expensive and what is totally normal is completely skewed. That whole meme where someone thinks a banana costs $10? He really does think a single banana is $10. He thinks fresh fruit in general is ridiculously expensive; it's a luxury. He just thinks Alfred keeps so much of it in the manor because Bruce is rich. He'll eat a single strawberry and think, "Wow, this is the life."

At the same time, he thinks having expensive suits/clothes is totally normal. His family's circus costumes were some of the most expensive items they owned because it was essential to their act. Similarly, he thinks Bruce spends a fortune on all his suits and clothes for galas and events because it's part of being CEO of Wayne Enterprises. Their Batman and Robin costumes are expensive because it's part of their job. Clothes are super important. Doesn't everyone spend $45 on a plain T-shirt? His Gotham Academy uniform alone is stupid expensive, and that's just for school, every student wears the same thing.

He doesn't think his top of line fancy as hell cell phone is expensive because Bruce gets them through WE. They're basically free. Dick gets a new prototype phone like twice a year. Never mind that Bruce owns WE, that's irrelevant. It's an essential item in this day and age. It can't be that expensive.

So when the young justice team is hanging out at Mount Justice and Wally complains about his phone being old and not working right or not holding a charge the same anymore, Robin barely looks up from his phone and shrugs, saying in a nonchalant tone, "Dude just get a new one then."

"Oh yeah, let me just go get a brand new phone," Wally mocks, scoffing. The sarcasm goes completely over his head.

"B gets me a new phone all time. Just ask your dad, dude."

Everyone stares at him. Even Conner, who somehow knows more about things like this than Dick does. Cadmus psychic education was good for something, apparently.

When Dick looks up, he's confused about why everyone is staring at him.

"What, dude?" he asks, not understanding why Wally is making so many faces at him.

"You are so stupid sometimes," is all Wally says.

"What?" Dick asks again. Then he sits up, a frown on his face. "What's that supposed to mean!"

"It means you have no idea how a normal person lives," Wally jokes.

"That's not true!"

"It's totally true."

"Rob, dude," Wally says slowly, gently, as if Robin is a dumb little child. "Yesterday, you called M'gann outrageous for using raspberries in one of her dessert recipes."

"She used the whole container of them!" Robin defends himself, his voice getting a bit higher. "For a tart she didn't know she'd even like!"

"Robin," Wally says slowly, folding his hands, "how much do you think a box of raspberries costs?"

Robin shakes his head, looking offended.

"I dunno, but it's expensive!"

"But getting multiple new phones a year isn't?" Wally scoffs.

"They're essential!"

"A brand new phone is not essential!"

"It can't cost that much!" Robin argues. "You're so full of shit, Wally, you're just being mean to me!"

"You're literally wearing a designer jacket right now," Wally points out, tugging at Robin's jacket. Robin pulls away from him with an even more dramatic frown.

"What does that have to do with anything?" Robin whines.

"It means you're a snob," Artemis snorts.

"I am not!"

"You have a brand new WayneTech phone that only came out on the market like a month ago," Artemis tells him, "and you're wearing a jacket that's more expensive than one of my textbooks for school."

"It's a book, how expensive can it be?" Robin scrunches his nose up, not understanding the argument she's making. They go to the same school anyway (not that Artemis knows that). It's a textbook. It can't be that expensive. He remembers buying plenty of books with his parents, and his mom always encouraged him to get several at a time. The fact that they were pre-owned and came from a bin had nothing to do with it, obviously. Books are practically free. Artemis is just being annoying.

Artemis just lets out a laugh, shaking her head at him.

"Robbie, dude, my best friend," Wally laughs, sitting down on the couch next to him and wrapping an arm around his shoulders. "Who buys your clothes?"

"What does that have to do with anything?" Robin whines. When Wally pokes at him and insists he just answer the question, Robin pouts. "Agent A buys them."

"Who goes grocery shopping?"

"Agent A."

"Who pays your school fees?"

"B."

"Who pays for your phone?"

"B."

"Do you actually know how much anything costs?"

Dick blinks behind the dark sunglasses he's wearing, tilting his head at Wally. He looks around and sees how the whole team is staring at him, amusement clear on all their faces, and he frowns at all of them.

"I'm thirteen!" he whines. "I'm not supposed to pay for my own shit! You're all so mean to me!"

He pushes Wally off of him and stomps out of the room, ignoring the way they start laughing and how he hears Artemis mention something about him being spoiled. He's not spoiled. There's no way.

He ends up going back to the batcave, and he finds Bruce sitting at the batcomputer, trying to figure out the link between a recent case and an old one they'd solved months ago. Dick drags his feet the entire way over to him, groaning and whining as he drapes across Bruce's lap dramatically. Bruce just chuckles, patting Dick's back, but letting him have his dramatic moment without interruption. When Dick turns to look at Bruce with a pout on his face, Bruce just raises an eyebrow at him.

"Am I spoiled?"

Bruce chuckles again, a little smile on his face. He pinches one of Dick's cheeks and laughs when Dick whines and swats his hand away.

"Maybe a little bit," Bruce admits. "But it's fine."

"Wally says I have no idea how normal people live."

"That might be true," Bruce says with a shrug, going back to patting Dick's back. "You went from one extreme to the other. But I don't think it's anything to be concerned about."

"The team was being mean to me for it!"

"Meh," Bruce hums, not looking bothered, "fuck 'em then."

Dick snorts, and Bruce looks down to smile at him, then they both look around to make sure Alfred wasn't around to hear Bruce swear. Alfred should still be upstairs preparing dinner. They're in the clear.

"Wally's phone is old and sucks," Dick mutters to Bruce.

"I'll give one to Barry to give him," Bruce says easily.

They're both quiet for a moment, Dick still draped over Bruce's lap, Bruce still looking through old case files. Finally, Dick looks up at Bruce and asks, "B, how much does a banana cost?"

"I dunno," Bruce shrugs. "Ten bucks?"

Dick nods his head. Good, good. They're in agreement. It must be right.

[shookehded]

Star wars warm ups that get progressively worse

THIS IS PART OF MY SENATOR!LARS-SKYWALKER FAMILY AU THAT I HAVE IN MY HEAD WHICH IT IS ALSO A TIMETRAVEL VADER INTO HIS OLD BODY

I AM INSANE 2 pic: Owen reading Tatooine's newspapers, it reads: Rise of inflation, separaist conspiracy?? 4 pic: In spanish, a conversation between Anakin and Owen that's basically "Dude, Anakin, that's my food" "OUR food, share something, brother" "¡NO! You have your own bol" "Just a little..." "Having siblings for this" Honestly that could be a conversation between my sis and I 5 pic: Shmi, Cliegg and Beru reading a book titled To cook sith

Since I discovered the aurebesh fonts I have not been the same person

ramblings about the au under the cut:

ANYWAY FOR THIS AU MY MAIN IDEA IS LIKE:

Ghost!Vaderkin get's thrown back in time because some shenanigans unrelated to him and ends up in his body one month prior to the attack of the clones.

Ghost!Padmé too because I think that would be cool

both of them decide to go back to Tatooine and save Shmi before it's too late

Clieg still loses his leg BUT Anakin builds him a new one (with all the knowledge of looking at prosthetic advancements while being Vader but not being allowed to get them) that's some stepdad and step son bonding moment

Anyway Clieg with badass prosthetic leg

while on Tatooine Padme and Anakin just go "fuck it" and start a slave revolution because that's what 9 year old Ani would have wanted and they took the "heal your inner child" too literally

now that Tatooine is free the new government established (I think some group of elders from various backgrounds) would want to enter the republic bc of the anti slavery laws or something like that

ANYWAY they decide that the best person to send to Coruscant is the only person from Tatooine that actually lived there aka Anakin

he is not pleased he thinks it's boring

anyway he enters the senate, makes eye contact with the chancellor, makes a beeline to him and straight up punches him in the face

"Anakin, my boy! How are yo-" SMACK

so yea only 2 min in the senate he's already temporarily banned from entering

anyways Shmi and Clieg are the new senators bc they are more tempered and can keep an eye on anakin

and they bring with them Owen and Beru, and now the entire Lars-Skywalker fam is there causing problems in the senate

In this AU there's a whole time travel shenanigan where not only ghost!vaderkin and ghost!padmé go back in time but the rebellion too! BC I want all my faves interacting and all the drama with all their charactr développement and no deaths!! but the reincarnated in the past povs and the rebellion povs have separate plots UNTIL they ALL REUNITE IN THE SENATE

started writing the rebellion pov first WHICH IS HAN bc I found extremely funny to write a tie travel with someone that is completely clueless about the force and yea it's hilarious

also started writing the ghost's pov I started with Padmé

Vaderkin with all his kids (yeah I'm counting Ahsoka too):

skywalker trip to the senate!

"I don't believe in anything I'm just here for the violence" That's his hobby, let him be

[roomsofangel]

❝ and what the hell were we? tell me we weren’t just friends, this doesn’t make much sense. ❞

pairing gn!reader x nonidol!heeseung

genre angst, bc is it truly me if it isnt

synopsis you and lee heeseung were never really just friends, everyone knew that but the two of you. with his pride and your need for something more than what he was willing to give you, maybe just friends was something you both didn’t need and there was only an amount of time before one of you broke.

warnings halfway towards the end, implied smut but it gets stopped and doesn’t go any further, mentions of alcohol (specifically heeseung getting drunk a lot), y/n and heeseung definitely have something toxic whether they admit it or not

word count 1.5k

a/n if this sounds familiar, i posted this on my old blog!

you watched him come and go out of your life with ease — zero complications and consequences for his contradictions, yet, you drunk up his fermented apologies as if you needed them to live. lee heeseung’s testaments were folklore but you always knew you would manage to believe in his superstitions.

it started with cheap wine and a day old takeout, your neighbor was none other than the man himself, you admired from afar knowing he was off-put. an introvert who hated interacting with others for the most part unless you saw him with his very tight-knit friend group that never expanded. he was very affectionate, then. clinging onto his friends as if they were going to dismantle on him and you found it funny, really,

because that's how you clung onto him.

the first real time he spoke to you was because your music was too loud, he was trying to learn a routine and your blasting song of chase atlantic's friends was having his frustrations grow, a rough knock on the door and messy bedhead

"can you keep it down?" his voice grumbled, arms folded over his chest, brows tightly knit together

cursing under your breath, you nod your head, "i'm sorry! i didn't realize it was so loud, i just—"

you could see his head poke around and peek at what was behind you with his eyes, standing in the same spot, he chuckled, "no, it's fine, it seems you need the night more than i do."

confused, you turned your head to follow where his eyes averted to, the takeout that was messily unwrapped and opened on your table and the half finished wine that was obviously cheap, you could tell he had rich tastes, "oh, yeah, sorry," you mumbled

"ah, stop apologizing and invite me in, yeah?" he looked at you with puppy eyes, "i happen to like a seemingly day old takeout and cheap wine."

unable to hide your laugh, you stepped aside and invited him in, letting the taller individual make himself at home — his first move was to the table to rummage through the bags, smiling before he examined the wine you nearly finished alone, "i'm y/n, by the way."

lifting his head, he smiled, "pleasure, i'm heeseung.”

sometimes, when you lay in bed and stare at your ceiling, you curse at yourself for not closing the door in his face when he requested to be let in. he may have not harmed you then, or even now, but emotional bruises were much more painful than any that could manifest on your arms

lee heeseung wasn't someone you needed to be around, in fact, you could live without him with zero problem — but you wanted to.

you will always want lee heeseung.

"don't touch me, heeseung," you muttered, yanking your arm from his hands that kept trying to grab onto anything that was attached to you, eyes swelling with tears ready to pour out like a broken faucet.

you felt sick, stomach filled with an acidic tar that you needed to release just by looking at the red faced heeseung who was not only drunk, but crying now, "y/n, please," he hiccuped, slurring as he stumbled. "i need you, don't leave, i said i was sorry," he finally caught up to you, and you gave up on fighting just like the times before and after

he always apologized, you always forgave him.

hiding your face, you felt his hands overlap yours to pull them away, the smell of alcohol on his breath, "you don't need me heeseung go back to what you were doing," you bitterly laughed

you knew you and heeseung were just friends.

friends that sometimes ended up in each other's beds and often got mistaken for a couple — nothing out of the ordinary, all friends had the urge to kiss each other, right? there didn't need to be any romantic feelings involved for wanting to live your life with them, holding them in a warm embrace, all friends got jealous seeing their friend on top of someone else that wasn't them, right?

right?

you started distancing yourself from heeseung after accepting the reality that the two of you weren't ever made to be more than just friends — the universe already had plans for the two of you, and spoiler alert in case things weren't obvious enough, neither of you were involved in said plans. it didn't make it hurt any less, you wanted to keep heeseung around for as long as you could — you didn't know he felt the same way and it was the only reason he got drunk and in front of your door

lee heeseung could only face you when he wasn't sober and he felt like a coward because of it. he didn't know when the feelings started but he did know when he realized them — your birthday.

he remembered every detail such as the outfit you wore, the way you had your hair, how you walked around your party with admiring eyes glued onto you and made everyone feel welcomed—the way his best friend jay made a move on you.

the two discussed it before, and it was only clear jay wanted to get a rise of his best friend to show that he did, in fact, have feelings for you and not just lustful desires. he wanted to throw up at the sight of you laughing at every unfunny joke jay told you, the way your hand smacked his shoulder with a gentle playfulness each time, the sight made him physically ill. because you could live without lee heeseung, but lee heeseung could not live without you. he needed you, but everyone knew you didn't need him.

heeseung’s feelings only got more intense which made him push you away and out of his life just as much — but the thought of having someone take his place and do all the things he knows he's the only one that can, made him come back like a lost puppy every time. you had lee heeseung wrapped around your finger despite it not being obvious, he would move galaxies and mountains just to see you smile but sometimes stealing the moon and stars isn't enough for the damage that had already been done.

"get off, heeseung," you mumbled against his lips, his body hovering you as he was between your legs, nearly ready to push his length inside

"what?" heeseung mumbled, of course, stopping when he heard you, not sure if he heard correctly

you groaned, "i said get off, heeseung, we shouldn't do this, i'm sorry,"

and without hesitation, heeseung obeyed, respecting your request despite the need to be inside you, he cared about your wellbeing more than his own chasing of an orgasm "did i do something wrong?" he asked, grabbing the blanket to cover your bare chest so you wouldn't feel uncomfortable, you quietly thanked him while watching him stand to put on his boxers that were on the floor

you sighed, "no, it's just," groaning again in frustration, you looked at him and his heart sunk, you didn't realize you were already crying

"y/n, baby—" he tried to comfort you but you threw the nearest pillow at him

"don't call me your baby! i'm not your baby, heeseung!" you raised your voice earning a surprised agape look on his face

silent, heeseung still wanted to hold you and comfort you, yet, knew the result of doing so wouldn't be good — he didn't want to push any more boundaries and he knew he was overstaying his welcome

"how many other girls do you call that, heeseung?" you whispered below your breath

"i don't—"

"fucking bullshit," you scoffed, "i'm tired, heeseung," you looked at him and he knew exactly what you were implying

this exhaustion was a metaphor for the tiring cat and mouse game the two of you had, the constant chasing after the other while they pulled away before the roles switched to keep things interesting and heeseung would be lying if he said he wasn't tired too. his ending desire to this would be you being his partner, his lover and everything in between but with the looks of how you pulled the comforters off your body to get your clothes on, him aimlessly helping you while you refused to look at him, he could see the decision was made without his input—he didn’t deserve a say so, he knew that.

heeseung was frustrated with himself that he couldn't speak, and he didn't want you to assume anything, you looked at him while pulling your shirt over your head and sighed, because even if you did want heeseung to be yours, heart and soul, body and mind, the universe had already painted your future, and lee heeseung was not in the frame.

he never was.

[reagent-leon]

If I had any say in the development of The Outlast Trials, my plea to Red Barrels would be this: expand on the characters you’ve already got instead of adding new ones. Franco, the Pitcher, Amelia, Henrietta, they’ve all been great. But do you know what’s been one of my favourite updates? The one for the Imposter. Making them able to interact with players more. I was hanging out with one for quite a while in Kill the Snitch, thinking it was my buddy @cannibalizedcadavers. He even offered me a lockpick, and if Danny hadn’t picked up a key elsewhere in the trial at that exact moment, I would’ve taken the bait and gotten stabbed. I got out of there sharpish, but it was super unsettling being misled like that, much better than the telltale giggling they used to do. 

I feel like they should add new mechanics to the guys already on the roster, refine them a little, maybe even design alternative versions. There are supposed to be multiple Pushers, multiple Night Hunters, multiple Pitchers, and yet they all have the same voice lines and appearance. The Jaeger being unique makes sense because she’s Henrietta, and we know some of the other ex-pops have names, Frank, George, Danny, etc. But we see two heavy ex-pops die. The Black Big Grunt dies twice in Franco’s trials (that I can recall), first in Poison the Medicine, then again in Poison the Cattle. So, where does that fit into the timeline? I take it we’re supposed to assume it's a different Big Grunt. 

Teach the old dogs some new tricks instead of trying to distract us with new playmates. Refine some new mechanics or behaviours, even if they’re not strictly player-related.

I’ve always found it odd that ex-pops don’t react to one another, or at least not to the Prime Assets. I’m not asking for Prime Time-level dialogue, just something, especially from specialist ex-pops. I think they’d all have something funny to say about the Pusher, and the Pusher mistakenly thinking he’s still their doctor? Come on. Give me some chemistry between the characters. There’s a severe lack of interactivity within the game, both with the characters and their environments. Actually, I think it’s only Franco and maaaaybe Phyllis who mention there’s something weird about their respective trial environments.

The Prime Assets are supposed to be these charismatic leaders, but we never get to see Phyllis playing mother hen, Coyle playing drill sergeant, or Franco building up a new gang. There’s a lot of tell, don’t show, which made sense in the beginning. I admit that during Amelia’s Escape, I was hoping to see more of the Sinyala Facility. Specifically, I was hoping to get a peek at where they’re keeping the ex-pops when they’re not in active trials. I’m imagining an asylum-type environment, which at some point could be used as a map itself. Imagine trying to escape and instead winding up in a sleep room full of ex-pops who want you dead. I know the developers have talked about this before, but I’m sorry, with how volatile the ex-pops are, I cannot see them all getting along enough to be in a sleep room like the Reagents. There must be containment procedures, something to keep them more docile when they aren’t on patrol. 

Also, they fucking killed Clyde Perry. I was really hoping to see him in-game, even if he was just looking down on us like Wernicke, maybe hear some voice lines from him. But no. He’s gone. Wasted just to big up Henrietta’s arrival. It’s interesting that both Clyde and Henrietta were victimised by Coyle, and it was Henrietta who ended Clyde. I really wonder how the Jaeger will work in Coyle’s trial environments. Because surely she’d want revenge? She could crack him like a pistachio, especially with all her new enhancements. How are they going to keep Coyle safe? Just not let them out of the insertion gate at the same time? Seems reasonable, I guess. But they probably won’t think it through that thoroughly.

I wish that story informed gameplay in more ways than just introducing new hazards. I don’t need gas or frost. What I need is for the Prime Assets to bark at their underlings and call the Pitcher a creepy bastard. For general ex-pops to maybe keep their distance from Prime Assets, or risk friendly fire.

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UPDATE

So, as you probably guessed, I started writing this before the Jaeger was released (21st April, to be exact). And just as I suspected, there’s no new dialogue between ex-pops. I expected Henrietta/the Jaeger to at least hint at something to do with Coyle. Coyle’s voice actor, Julian Bailey, seems to be tied up with other acting work at the moment, so I suppose I can understand why we’re not getting anything new from him. But come on, there’s no hostility from the Jaeger towards him? Nothing about the man who is responsible for what’s happened to her? No long-standing fear of cops or men in general? 

Uuuuugh. I just wish it mattered more which ex-pops are actually in the trial, and that they acknowledged their surroundings. Phyllis mentions feeling like she’s living the same day over and over again, and that the doctors have “moved things around again”. But she was also the one to notice Amelia running around and that the rules were changing.

I suppose this is more of a vent piece than my usual analysis-style post. In between these big, story-altering events, I’d love it if Red Barrels would sneak in some little character updates, additional dialogue, maybe a few model changes. Something. Anything. Something more than just evidence documents.