#You've made it to the big leagues bro

[runthepockets]

@weepingchoir hi Julia

Every time some fash posts about Real Art vs Duchamp's Fountain it's like lol that urinal has been kicking your ass for a hundred years

[supershot73199]

Hello I'm here with chapter 6 of Dawn's Big Daddy. Where's chapter 5 you ask? I decided to make my Danny killing Joker snippet cannon to this story so I made it chapter 5.

Here's the ao3 link to chapter 6 and the story will be below the cut

Dust and smoke hung heavy in the air as Black Bat darted around looking for more survivors. The echos and shockwaves from the clash of titans cutting over the sounds of screams and crying.

Darkseid had come for earth again and at a time when Superman and the rest of the founders of the Justice league were off world.

Supergirl, Captain Marvel and Superboy the first were doing all they could to hold line against Darkseid while other heroes either fought the parademon army or worked to evacuate civilians.

She was breathing heavy as she picked up another injured bystander when she heard a scream. Supergirl was down trying to push herself back up while the red blur that was Captain Marvel was flying into the stratosphere from a heavy blow and Superboy was unconscious, imbedded in a wall several buildings away.

Even as she was looking for a hero to hand off the injured civilian to she saw out of the corner of her eye Darkseid winding up for a punch to finish Supergirl off. But in the second between blinks Danny in his publicly named "Big Daddy" form had caught the blow.

The power coming off of the clash caused the air in the block surrounding them to clear of the dust a smoke.

Darkseid said something but Cass was to far away to hear it. Whatever it was Danny seemed to take offense to it and landed a brutal right hook to the New Gods chin sending him away from Supergirl, with her boyfriend in pursuit.

Cass turned to continue the evacuation knowing things were well in hand, and as she went she saw a silver suited woman spinning out of cover to get Supergirl and evacuate her, so that's what the fenton peeler looked like.

Kara's vision was swimming and she felt herself being lifted by metal arms, cyborg perhaps she mused as she sluggishly turned her head and blinked the spots out of her vision.

"You owe me some serious cuddle time when we get through this sunshine."

Kara felt her heart skip a beat as she recognized her psychologist girlfriend in the suit of armor. She and Jazz had been dating for a while now and Kara had been trying to figure out how to come clean on her identity as Supergirl.

"Jaz'?" She slurred her mouth having trouble forming the words from the exhaustion and pain.

"Yeah it's me I saw you fighting that bastard on the news and came as soon as I could with the peeler." Jazz responded as she jumped over a block of rubble without jarring Kara.

"Howed you knowsits me?" Kara slurred again.

"Little bro was a hero in high school, helped him out here and there which let me see the similarities in the two of your situations. Although I planned on letting you come to me when you were comfortable, didn't want you to think I had some ulterior motive."

"Hmm' brother...BROTHER! Who's fighting Darkseid?!" Kara's panic broke through the pain turning to see what was hopefully not her cousins clone or his baby brother fighting.

As she caught sight of the clash she saw the newest Meta of Gotham "Big Daddy" slugging it out with the Lord of Apokolips, though even as she watched Darkseids blows cracked the suit said Meta wore and it was looking rough.

"You've gotta let me go Darkseids almost broken that pressure suit, I've gotta-"

Jazz cut Kara off, "I know that's why we need to hurry and get out of range, once my brothers suit comes off he's really gonna let that bastard have it."

"What? Isn't that suit to keep him alive, like Mr Freeze?" Kara asked incredulously

"Yes and no, Danny has to where that because his powers are too strong, the amount of energy he gives off without that suit would cause his daughter to destabilize with too much exposure, her core is too weak to handle that kind off pressure." As Jazz spoke the blows from Darkseid finally broke the suit and with her super senses Kara could hear what Darkseid was saying.

"You were an admirable warrior, if foolish. Your suit is shattered kneel before me and I shall permit you to serve in my armies as I conquer this rock."

Danny chuckled "You seem to be under a misconception here, that suit didn't increase my abilities it limited them."

As he said this Danny shed the remains of the pressure suit revealing a black bodysuit with white gloves and boots. And as he finished the last of his lines he thrust his hand out sending a powerful green energy blast that sent Darkseid stumbling.

Kara felt a warm emotion well up inside her though it took her a moment to place it, safety. As her girlfriend carried her further away from the battlefield somehow she knew everything was going to be alright.

Impulse was breathing heavily, his lips were dry and parched and his stomach gripped at him with pains, yet he still fought on. After evacuating Superboy from Darkseids proximity to give Big Daddy some room to fight, he rushed back into the fray against the parademons.

He had just dispatched a handful of Darkseids foot soldiers when some if the rubble beneath his feet gave way sending him to his back. Before he could scramble to his feet a parademon lunged for him.

However before he could tap into the speed force to get away a neon green blast tore right through the alien monster.

"Hah that's what happens when you mess with earth, or my names not Jack Fenton!" A bombastic voice happily declared.

Bart was trying to stumble to his feet when a pair of large but gentle hands grabbed him and helped him up.

"Easy there hero you look exhausted. Luckily me and Mads brought some of my sons friends for backup. It's why we're late to this shindig!" As Bart finally got a look at the people who saved him he couldn't help but double take. It was a pair of adults in orange and teal jumpsuits, the man who wasn't wearing a mask had wrinkles around his eyes and a bright cheerful grin on his face that sat atop a body that gave some refrigerators a run for their money.

At his side was a woman in a teal jumpsuit with a hood and goggles on. She was significantly smaller than the man at her side but Bart could tell that she was no less dangerous.

"Oh Jack look at the poor dear he looks exhausted. Here honey have a juice box and sit down for a minute. My husband wasn't kidding about the backup after all." Bart was once more baffled as the woman mother hened him, putting a juice box in his hand and guiding him to a piece of rubble to sit on.

As he sat sipping on the juice box Bart was able to watch as the couple took out bazookas of all things and started firing at the army of parademons. (where were they storing those?)

He was also able to see several glowing figures engaging in battle, and if he wasn't to exhausted he'd be stoked at what he saw.

A dragon led an army of glowing knights and medieval soldiers, there was a flying pirate ship that was raining cannonballs on the enemy lines, some sort of robot was launching missiles and other weapons, there seemed to be a legion of Greek warriors fighting alongside several famous monsters led by a really tall four armed woman who looked like an Amazonian, some guy and girl on a motorcycle were plowing through the enemy as a living shadow seemed to watch their back, hell there was even a glowing Rockstar with blue flames for hair that seemed to be able to make sonic blast, and lastly there was even a small group of yeti setting up a medical aid station.

"Who are all of these people?" Bart mumbled to himself.

"Ghosts! They are all friends with our Danno and when they saw there was a fight going on they just had to join in!" Boomed the man in orange, Jack his wife had called him.

"That's right dear, you can just sit back and relax we have this from here." The motherly woman in teal said, Mads according to her husband.

"Yep, it's a good thing we were having a get together to catch up with Danny or it would have taken a while to gather up this many allies, and Sam and Tucker wouldn't have been able to watch Dawn so we could all come fight!" Jack boomed once more between blasts of his bazooka.

"Speaking of Danny it looks like he's decided to get serious now." Mads said

Causing Bart to quickly look back over to the fight with Darkseid.

As he had been pulling Kon to safety Bart had been able to see the way Big Daddy (apparently his name is Danny?) had been able to match Darkseid on equal footing after removing that suit, flowing around his blows and using dozens of powers (what is this guy a super?) to keep Darkseid on the backfoot, but it didn't seem like much of anything had been doing much more than annoy the New God.

As he looked now the heros appearance had changed again, hair that had been simple bright white now flowed and glowed like a nebula, his jumpsuit once plain black now looked like the night sky when there is no light pollution, his eyes previously blazing green now were raging white stars too bright to focus on, he looked like an embodiment of Space.

Danny didn't like to tap in to his power over space, it always made it hard to focus, after all in the grand scheme of the universe earth was nothing more than a speck.

Unfortunately for Darkseid he had put his sister's girlfriend in danger, he put his beloved Cassiopeia (so he got his pet names from a constellation sue him) in danger, and he put countless innocent lives in danger, but most damning, he made his Starlight cry.

Spittle flew from Darkseids mouth as another blow landed in his gut.

"How can you hit that hard? Not even superman can hit with that force!" The tyrant growled.

Danny couldn't help the scoff that came out of his mouth, of course Superman couldn't hurt Darkseid like this, no matter how strong the Kryptonian is he still only has so much mass to put behind his punches.

Danny doesn't have that problem, with his power over space he could fill his fists with the mass of entire galaxies, though he's only using about the equivalent of Jupiter right now, so even if Danny can't hit throw a punch with as much strength behind it as Superman (though Danny's strength is no laughing matter) each blow had more force behind it.

Danny didn't bother to explain this to the New God though better to keep him guessing so as he couldn't try to come up with a counter measure as easily.

"Damn this. You haven't seen the last of me earthling, I will conquer this planet!" Darkseid growled out before summoning boom tunes for himself and his army. Danny decided to be a little shit as the bastard fled.

"You'll try." And with that the lord of Apokolips scowled and fled to lick his wounds.

Cass was exhausted the help from the ghosts from Danny's home dimension made the search and rescue a breeze and they save hundreds of lives that might have been lost otherwise, but she was still covered in dirt, blood and soot. All she wanted to do was rinse off and cuddle with the hero of the day.

As she stumbled into her apartment she quickly realized that she wasn't alone, thankfully she recognized the shoes by her front door as belonging to Danny.

She limped her way further into her apartment until she got to her kitchen where Danny was cooking something that smelled delicious.

"Hi love." Cass mumbled out causing Danny to turn towards her before turning the heat down on the stove and sweeping her into a warm hug.

"Hey Cassiopia, how's my hero holding up?" He said softly as he held her close.

Cass snorted "I'm not the one who singlehandedly sent Darkseid running with his tail between his legs."

"So I kicked a guys ass, you were the one digging through rubble to save lives while I had to get a new suit put on so I didn't hurt anyone."

"Let's just say we're both heros and cuddle the rest of the night." Cass said knowing that Danny probably didn't get the gravity of what he'd done. (He did he just loves Cass so much that anything she does seems more amazing to him than anything he could ever do.)

"Well that sounds great to me, I've got a warm bath made up for you while I finish dinner then we can watch movies and cuddle. Dawn's with my parents for tonight so that my ecto-energy levels can stabilize so we can watch one of those horror movies we've been waiting to see."

Cas lit up at the thoughtfulness of her boyfriend before she gave him a peck on the lips before going to get in the heavenly bath that awaited her.

"I love you so much." She said

"And I you." Danny responded as she walked into the bathroom.

[moonystoes]

Hey guys I want to talk to you about something that may not be that serious but it still bothered me and I'm pretty sure it will annoy some of the mascs (this is a big rant about elisa I'm sorry lol)

This all started when i found this fanpage (ireignx) on Instagram. She posted a screenshot of Elisa from the new DAZN video. Elisa was smiling and looking straight at the camera and she made a caption saying, 'why does Elisa look so different in this video compared to her matches'. Now I do understand that Elisa does sometimes look different, that's because the camera is right at her face. It's not a video from a 'football angle', elisa isn't focused or aggressive in these videos, and this is how Elisa is when she's relaxed. So I didn't think much of what she said.

But then she posted a video of elisa dancing in her story (if you've seen the dazn video, it's when she got a point and celebrated) and then made a caption saying 'ew I just got an ick'. I get that people like different things and sometimes get icked out at certain things, but for this? Really? After I saw this I just knew why she got the 'ick'. And that's because elisa danced like a girl. I don't care if I sound reaching because NOTHING was weird about that video. It's not like that one video where she was dancing like a drunk dad to no music (iykyk 😭😭😭 it still haunts me).

She also made a comment saying 'now we know why elisa is single'... lmfaooo I'll talk about this in a different paragraph. My point here is that mascs are still girls, they act like girls, they love like girls, the laugh like girls, they ARE girls. Don't look at masc women and expect them to behave like something they aren't. They just like to dress 'manly'. I bet this bitch closed her eyes when she saw Elisa wearing a bikini lolll.

This was one of the main issues when it came to Elisa. When you look at edits of her on tiktok, so many comments were straight women feeling confused and questioning themselves. Like 'omg I like men but she's so hot' or 'wait why am i feeling this way I'm straight'. To all the straight women that are attracted to Elisa and are questioning themselves, please don't feel guilty for your attraction. It's okay. Like I don't even know what my sexuality is and all my life I thought I was straight except the Kristen Stewart phase I had when I was 14 😭 and a ruby rose one when I was 11. I just hope you know that she is a girl no matter how much you try to make her look 'masculine' in your head. She's not some 'alpha male aggressive' guy you're thinking she is, even when her playing style is quite aggressive.

I think what finalized everything is when she posted this:

... yeah, exactly what I expected.

Okay...now about the whole 'elisa is single situation'. THIS BITCH IS SOO RUDE. ugh the way I was texting her and the way she was responding was actually making me fight my fight or flight tendencies.

Basically when she posted the 'now we know why elisa is single', I was confused because like...she literally said she's not what are yall on about 💀💀. So I decided to respond to that message by saying. (This is the screenshots of the convo btw)

"You must be new here" 👆🤓🤓🤓 you annoying dumb ass bitch 😭

"Oh dear" ✋️😮‍💨 LMFAOO BRO WHATTT

"Elisa out here liking big ass big tatty half naked girls"... and then she sends a reel from Nourhene....one of the biggest French infleunecers and YouTubers that has been on the public for YEARS. If you can't remember nourhene, this is her:

(The one on the left)

She was literally invited by PSG to meet the women players, and elisa gifted her a free ticket to the champions league match, they're literally friends 😭. And also... that reel she sent had no tits or ass in it LMFAO, like what are we talking about, girl was acting like its some porn blog or something. And even if elisa liked a naked porn video, that doesn't make elisa single, it just makes her a shitty girlfriend loll.

Also btw... do you really think elisa would have to LIE just to not kiss a fan?? She literally could've just said 'no sorry' but you really think she felt so bad about offending her to the point where she decides to lie about dating someone?? Babe no offense but your feelings are not that important and I don't think she would care that much about rejecting you. Also, Elisa is getting fangirls obsessing over her left and right nowadays, do you think she'd lie like that knowing the fangirls are gonna go fucking crazy and lose it? (Shh... I did too😔)

I honestly don't even know what else to add other than just... please idk use your brain or something? Like I'm so sorry this has been bothering me for two days ngl and I really needed to rant it out.

[crime-scene-psychic]

Sorry but thinking about how amazing the show Family Ties was for its time and how amazing the dynamic between Alex and his parents is.

Yes, it was a family sitcom, and those were a dime a dozen, but it also portrays a household where both parents are working (and I love how seamlessly they portray this, as it's never made out to be a big deal that Steven cooks dinners some nights or that Elyse does the family taxes [or at least tries to]. Both parents work and both take care of the house, and that wasn't really something you saw in shows portraying family dynamics until around the time this show came out).

What really amazes me about Family Ties was the politics of it and the dynamic between Steven and Elyse and their son, Alex (if you've never seen the show, the parents are pretty liberal and their eldest son is a conservative Republican who loves money).

At the time of airing (1982) Reagan was president. And I don't need to be the one to give you a crash course in all that came out of the Reagan presidency. TLDR: not great. Despite this, at the time of his presidency, for the most part, he was pretty popular.

So for a show to come out near the beginning of his presidency about a liberal family with a conservative (outspokenly pro Nixon and Reagan) son who is often (though lovingly) the joke? Wow.

But it's not even that the show runners made Alex "a joke" because when I say "joke" I don't even mean it cruelly. Yes, at times he was essentially a cartoonish caracture portraying young Republican Wall Street men (ffs he read his little brother a children's book about Republicans), but despite this Alex is still a very well developed character with flaws and strengths. Yes, he's a capitalist stock bro and often is much more concerned for himself than others. But he also shows time and time again that in the end, his family comes first (ex. the episode where he and Mallory go visit Princeton and when she finds out her boyfriend is cheating on her [or whatever their relationship was], Alex ditches his interview that's his one shot into Ivy League to care for her).

When Alex is the joke, it never feels spiteful, like he's being punished for being conservative or that the writers are trying to tell the audience that Republicans are bad and evil and that Democrats are nice and good. When Alex is the joke, he's learning lessons that make him a better person (and hopefully that's getting through to the kids watching who are all in love with this character cause he's played by MJF).

(yeah quick side note, this show was originally going to focus mainly on Steven and Elyse as ex-hippies trying to raise a family in suburbia, but the showrunners soon realized that audiences really only gave a shit about this show because of Alex, and they only gave a shit about Alex because he was played by this hot up and coming star out of Canada named Michael J. Fox. So the show kinda shifted focus towards Alex being the main character (ish) and most of the moral lesson plotlines were given to him because he was who younger audiences were relating to/liked more)

Despite jokes and typical sibling/family disagreements, Alex honestly isn't even that bad of a guy. Like when you watch the show and you see him talk about being smarter and better than everyone else, it's set up like a joke. You don't really believe that Alex thinks this highly about himself, nor do you for a second think he's actually saying these things to be malicious (a laugh track sure helps matters, too). This is all proven multiple times (especially the "Alex thinks he's the most amazing person in the whole wide world" bit).

There are plenty of instances (I'm sorry I don't have episode names/numbers to cite, I'm extremely high and it is 1 in the morning) where Alex is shown to doubt himself. He's shown to have a fear of not succeeding or ending up a failure. He's shown to worry constantly about his future and how he's doing (which can be seen in season 4 episode 10 "How Do You Sleep?" (haha gotcha with a citation, and you thought I was talking out of my ass) where Alex can't sleep for over a week as he can't shut his brain off and stop worrying about everything.

If anything, Alex might be on the spectrum a bit, as he's often forgetful (this is a reoccurring conflict that arises for him as often the problem in an episode stems from Alex overbooking himself or outright forgetting promises he made to his family members), he's constantly in motion (not just physically, as that really is mostly due in part to MJF's acting style [especially after his diagnosis, though Family Ties was finished before 1991, when he was diagnosed] but also with activities and extracurriculars as he's an overachiever and certified Gifted Kid), his entire personality is his obsession with finances and politics, and he often overworks himself (as seen in the episode where he tries to juggle two jobs and school at the same time).

Even when it comes down to social issues in "after school special" episodes, Alex is what nowadays we'd consider "left-leaning" (ex. his speech about how everyone is equal no matter their race and that everyone has a right to live where they want in the season 7 two-parter "All in the Neighborhood"). This is explainable since politics have changed a bit since the 80s (ie it's somewhat less about how the government is run and more about who deserves rights or not, but now's not the time nor place for that discussion) but still relevant as it portrays Alex as not actually being a dick, just kinda acting like one.

So yeah, Alex is a jerk sometimes. He's got a problem with being sexist (that I'm so surprised about considering the type of person Elyse is, but I honestly think that towards the end it was more of a bit than an actual issue [not to say he was never sexist cause that episode in the bank with his boss who is female says differently]). He's hyperactive. He's a raging conservative. He's an idiot sometimes when it comes to others' feelings. But Alex isn't a narcissist. He doesn't truly believe he's the hottest thing since sliced bread. He isn't cruel or uncaring, not when it matters. He makes jokes at his family's expense, they serve it right back to him. We as an audience are well aware that it's a joke. Hell, it's how my family jokes.

And it isn't even as if Steven and Elyse are portrayed to be perfect just because they're more "politically correct" or however you'd like to phrase it. They make mistakes too and sometimes put their activism before their family. Just as Alex puts his passion for finances before his family more often than not.

Steven and Elyse make mistakes. They end up in jail on Thanksgiving for protesting. They set double standards for their kids and when called out on it they realize their mistake. They occasionally fight, with their children being caught in the crossfire almost every time.

But they also raise their children to be strong-willed and independent. They treat their children like humans and adults. They give them choices and allow them to make their own mistakes. Hell, they let their kids form their own beliefs, even if they aren't their own (as seen with Alex).

In the end they come together (because it would be a shit sitcom if they didn't but that's besides the point) and realize their mistakes. Off the top of my head, I'd cite the series finale two-parter, "Alex Doesn't Live Here Anymore." Alex is offered a job in NYC and it's perfect. He's got an apartment set up, he's gonna make a ton of money, he's on top of the world, but he has to leave much sooner than his family expected. Yet, everyone is happy for him except Elyse. They end up fighting over this, with Elyse claiming Alex is ungrateful for wanting to leave Ohio so soon (cannot blame the guy) and for wanting to abandon his family and Alex is confused as to why Elyse is so mad at him. In the end, Elyse just isn't ready to see her son grow up and not depend on her anymore. Elyse realizes what she was doing to Alex and the two come together and apologize.

There are even more instances of this (especially with Elyse and Alex as they truly are two sides to the same coin), but I can't go into all of them unfortunately. Gotta save something for the thesis.

I've already rambled for far too long (like an hour. It's been an hour, now it's 2 am), I don't think I've actually made much of a point here, and no one will read this anyway, but yeah. Family Ties. I love this show. Come for MJF, stay for a complex structure in an 80s sitcom. If you haven't watched it, give it a try. Maybe don't start at the pilot. Give it time to find its footing. It may surprise you.

[mattatouile]

Things I'm feeling fired up about today:

1) being a visibly female presenting (I'm a cis woman) fan of male pro sports and how it probably made me a misandrist;

2) hockey players shouldn't be allowed to be captain until they've played in the league at least five years, no I'm not backing down from this, it is dumb as hell to make a 19 year old infant The Leader of a team. Don't even try to talk me down. Yes, even Crosby. It turned out fine for him, I GUESS. But it wouldn't diminish his legacy if he had waited a few years. Feels like a weird PR stunt every time it happens.

3) and while I'm on the topic, the most talented player on the team shouldn't automatically be the captain even if your team sucks. Someone doesn't have to be a great leader to be a valuable player or the MVP, but the captain should be a leader first and foremost and not just "by example" of being the most talented and psychotic boy. (not naming names or anything obvs)

4) it's also a bad idea to have no captain at all for an entire season. Pick someone. If you don't have ONE SINGLE LEADER in your room worthy of it, you've got such big problems bro. Holy shit. Shit or get off the pot and name someone. If you trade or sign someone better in the off season, oh well. People get demoted sometimes. It's better than just being like "sorry none of u losers can handle it"

[footiehoemcfc]

Brother's first language is English and still he said a fucking stupid sentence like 💀. Like of the trophies YOU won will mean more to YOU than anyone. Of course the trophy a club won will mean more to THAT CLUB. No shit Sherlock.

Real Madrid have won more trophies than Liverpool but will that ever mean more to Liverpool players or supporters? Never because why would someone else's achievement matter more to you than your won, even if they have achieved more? Many clubs have the champions league trophy but to Luton fans and players, the promotion they won means more than that now, why? Because it's their fucking achievement damn it, no matter how small it is. It is still there's and that's why it matters. Our achievements, trophies, wins and loses mean more to us because they are ours and I don't understand how hard it is for some people to understand.

I am just wondering, who is TAA to determine what something should mean to someone? You've won more? Good for you! Go celebrate that you have more, instead of being insecure about another club. Because frankly, that's how it feels. To some of us, the last promotion means more than the CL. Why? Because the CL wouldn't have happened without the promotion. To some of us, the 2011 fa cup means just as much as the CL. To some of us, the 93:20 is as big as the Rodri goal. Let man city fans decide what our trophies and achievements mean to us, yeah?

And I'll be honest, if one of my players made excuses like this, I'd feel fucking embarrassed. Like how are you not embarrassed and how are you this stupid to think what he said wasn't dumb 😭? Like I get so fucking embarrassed when Walker makes stupid excuses similar to this, how are you not embarrassed ajsksjs.

Trophies mean nothing but the main defense of the supporters of certain club is trophies. Strange, I thought you didn't care about trophies?

No one cares about city but the smallest of things happen and every one and their mother is jumping to compare it to city. Oh we won a trophy? Instead of celebrating, let's compare how much more likes we got than city. Oh we won? Let's talk more about city than our own club. Oh one of our players scored? Let's focus on this city player who has nothing to do with it instead of our own player. But no, we don't care about city at allll.

SHUT UP YOU OBSESSED FREAK. FOCUS ON YOUR OWN CLUB AND PLAYERS AND HAPPINESS INSTEAD OF SOMEHOW MAKING IT ABOUT A CLUB YOU SEEMINGLY DON'T EVEN CARE ABOUT.

F AC TS

also the only reason i commented on his interview is bc this is not the first time hes talked about city and saying "well we have won everything they are missing the champions league" and now since we have it "well ours are more important bc we dont spend money" like okay bro just say youre insecure and let it go.

[lawyersarepeopletoo]

Video Game Posting Time!

If you follow me, perhaps you've recognized that I like video games! What you might not know is that my brain LOVES organization and systems (I am a Virgo, after all). A combination of these traits, plus my enormous backlog of video games led me to start playing games one at a time.

It's just about as simple as it sounds, you play one game, and only one game, until you're finished with it. This varies from game to game, of course, and includes "I got sick of it and didn't want to finish it." I do all of this pretty much exclusively on my Nintendo Switch (OLED Model), but I have a (super old) laptop where I have Steam installed, plus Panic's adorable Playdate console.

I first started doing this at the end of 2019 and really haven't looked back. Some caveats to note are:

I mostly excluded Animal Crossing: New Horizons from this. I'm a huge AC fan, so I wanted to play it properly, which meant logging on every day and doing a few things at a time. I did this just about every day on top of my current games from AC's release (20Mar2020) to when I decided my island was in pretty good shape (12May2023).

I also made an exception for Super Mega Baseball 3. I'm a big baseball nerd and in 2022 I created a league where I played full 9-inning games in a league that was set up as close to the MLB as I could manage and then I played a game every day that my favorite MLB team played. It was fun for a season, but I only did it that one year.

During the times between finishing a game and starting a new one, I play a bunch of different "in-between" games (I also call them "in-betweenies"). These include the two I mentioned above, Dead Cells, Super Smash Bros. Ultimate, Hades, Splatoon 2, Super Mega Baseball 4, Splatoon 3, and Mario Kart 8 Deluxe.

I also do not include in-person multiplayer stuff in this, because I can't think of anything less annoying to say at a party than "I can't play with you guys because I'm playing something else." I could never do that, especially since I love playing games with others and hardly ever get to.

I wanted to make this intro post because I've decided that this is the place I want to use to record my thoughts on games in a way that's "public" but less public to anyone that knows me in real life. I'm gonna use the tags below here for these, so keep an eye out (if you care lol).

[lawain-dimensional-heroes]

"Okay, that at least made me feel better...So, it's just the losers and then it's off against him..."

"Welp. Good luck bro. Just so we're clear, if we face off somehow, I won't hold back y'know that?"

"Not holding back to your own family and newbie singer, huh?"

"I am saying you that because you've earned a tough challenge. You've won against a three way fight, you've won against the artisan-- which by the way I'm happy you've defeated him, you went toe to toe with Bronya who you could've won to realistically-- you've got what it takes, why belittle your skills? Listen, if you want someone to go easy on you, you better hope they ain't me or anyone who wants to give you an easier time, otherwise you're going to have to accept that you're goin with the big league now"

"Hey hey I didn't ask to be here in the first place and am I still feeling that way? A tiny bit, but that has subsided now. Can we please just focus on the next round at hand?"

[ra-2506]

💞Katsuki Bakugou X Chubby Black Reader 💞

Bakugou would be gaming and his having his session with the boys , when you and your chubby ass walks into the room , and him not paying any attention to you at all ,you were wearing his T-shirt on top of that, god forbid that the league of villains could kidnap him and wouldn't even notice.

You were here looking good and wearing thigh high socks and shorts that he absolutely loves.You decided to walk around the room and walked past him, he glances at the chat and the boys are complementing you in their ear piece.

Daddy Pikachu⚡- “Woah looky here😉, turn that nice ass around baby girl 😜”.

Latino_Spiderman⛓️- "Mamacita😝, come and lay all that on me😏".

Broccolini Boi🥦- "Mommy Y/n's ass be thiccer than a snicker🤎".(yes Deku being that bold, it's honestly shocking)

Daddy Kirishark🦈❣️- "Them thighs could end lives no cap 🖐️😔".

IcyThot🔥❄️- "Worship those hips and waist, bet she got delicious taste, baby be My woman"(yes my man Shoto got taste in music😘)

At this Bakugou turns around , not sure what to expect but he is met by the Gorgeous sight of your sweet chunky ass. He can’t help but slap your ass, not going to lie you liked it but you did turn around to lecture him cause damn he spanked it too loud, could have literally left a mark if it was any harder.

(Mandoms got some big ass rough hands what do you expect😒.)

In fact the smack was so hard it made such a loud sound that even the boys on the game could hear it.

Daddy Kirishark🦈❣️-"Damn man we know that ass be juicy but be careful with it"

Broccolini Boi🥦-"Bro be gentle with her, she precious" 🥺.

He shouted through the ear piece, "She's mine ya shitty extras and besides she's way out of ya leagues" and exits the game having the last word and last laugh may I add.

Regardless of your weight, this man scopps you up like you nothing and smathers you with kisses, making his way from your cheek to your neck and down to your chest where your shirt collar is and whispered into your skin.

"Look at you coming up in here looking like this and getting those extras to comment on you”, he snaked his hands under your shirt to hold your chunky fat sides, "you've been a bad girl, I'm the only one who's suppose to see you like this got it", his other hand on your neck and squeezed it, not too hard for you not to breath but enough for him to control your neck to which side he wanted it.

Smothers your neck, collarbone with with kisses all while grabbing your fat around your sides and thighs.

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heroes don’t do that - Damian Wayne/Reader

Pairing: Demon’s Head!Damian / Right Hand!Reader

Tags/Warnings: c*nnilingus, oral (f receiving), rough s*x, vaginal s*x, afab reader, desk s*x, slight exh*bitionism, league of assassins, creamp*e.

Word Count: 3391

Notes: At first I was like mmm Demon's Head Damian as a joke, but bro... I don't think it's a joke anymore 😩From these requests on Ao3:

- Would love to see more LOA Damian, perhaps with some rough make up sex because the reader (his wife) made an executive decision to seduce an enemy for information with out telling Damian so he has to hear about the mission from someone else, and he's just like I don't share ever, and don't do that again 😡 - maybe you could do one where the reader is on call and damian starts teasing and fingering them (you can write as you wish from there on, my only wish is to see dom!damian).

DC: heroes don't do that Me: *villain Damian fic lol*

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Damian was not pleased.

Usually, he upheld his calm, collected mask of leadership even in front of the compound's servants, but this evening he would ensure his anger was known and avoided. He didn't storm through the halls. He didn't slam doors and yell at everyone he came across. But Damian's pace was savage as he journeyed to his office, and his scowl cleared the room in his wake. The guards on either side of the doors didn't need a spoken order to scatter. Last time the Demon's Head reeked of jealousy this way, they'd had to invest in earplugs.

His men opened the doors for him, and the moment they closed behind Damian's finest jade cloak, the entire mountaintop went dead silent.

The big, curved windows behind his desk were flurried with mountain snow, putting your figure in the foreground of Nanda Parbat's landscape. For all the snow's efforts to overcome the League's fortress, candles and a large fireplace chased the cold away with sweet orange warmth. Now was around the time when Damian would get intimate with the files and reports on his desk. But another mission had distracted him tonight, and when the Demon's Head personally handles a task in place of his men, you know it's going to be done in three ways: skillfully, precisely, and brutally.

"Beloved," Damian glowered.

He loved his wife. You were a proud, brazen woman far crazier than him, and time and time again your boldness had saved the League from an untimely death. More importantly, you understood the weight of your boldness and had the tact to back your unpredictability. Nothing was more attractive to him than a woman who could scheme and scheme successfully. Judging by the dangerous edge to your smile, Damian was going to be subject to one.

"My love," you greeted.

Lounging in his desk chair, you were poised like you had a plan. Elbows on the armrests, fingers folded, knuckle against your lips. You waited for Damian to finish his examination. His eyes glued to yours. He knew it was the trap you'd laid for him, but he couldn't resist a glance at your sleepwear. The thin silk material cut high on your thighs and low on your chest, letting your collarbones practically spill out of your nightie. Its straps were the useless kind that were hardly there to hold anything up. Your chest held everything together, so the straps could slip gracefully down your shoulders, begging to be kissed the rest of the way free. Damian's favorite.

"That's my desk chair you're sitting in," Damian glared. He waved his hand and rounded the table. "Off."

You sat and smiled at him.

"I'm in no such mood with you," Damian said. "Off, girl. Now."

"Girl!" You echoed. Like he'd winded you, you collapsed deeper into his chair and scoffed. "Don't antagonize, Damian. Speak your mind but don't insult me." You lifted a leg to poke his thigh with your foot, "I'm a woman. How would you feel if I called you boy?"

Damian brushed your leg aside, snapping, "I called you girl because you've made a childish decision, and therefore should be treated as such."

Your teeth showed in your smile, ready to bite. "What terribly childish decision have I made?"

His hands itched at his sides, and while towering over his seat, he debated if he should throw you over his shoulder and spank you like he wanted to. You're baiting him. This is what you want, too. You know exactly how to rile him, how this conversation will play out, and how it will end. Still, the al Ghul in him can't help but examine this ambush for a way to take control.

"Rogers. The oil conglomerate we'd put in our crosshairs, the one that holds all the blackmail for the activists we're trying to free in the US." Damian spits. "You..." A shudder of displeasure rolls up Damian's spine, so he cups your chin in one hand so you'll look at him as he says it, "you seduced him. For information."

He shouldn't be surprised, but you lean eagerly into his hand. Snuggle into it, even. Damian's belly fills with butterflies when you wrap your hands around his forearm, keep him close, and kiss his knuckle, eyes shining with want.

"Ah," you say, brows raised coyly, "Rogers the sex addict. As in someone I could easily take information from, without hurting anyone, and without risking the life of any of our agents, either. That businessman."

Damian released you, scowling. He stomped around the other side of his desk and slammed down his hands, even if he knew you were right. Just to push him a little more, you sensually cross your legs, giving him a glimpse of your lacy panties. You bat your lashes at him, smug.

"I didn't actually have sex with him, if that's even a doubt in your mind." Slow and seductive, you copy his position on your side of the desk, leaning on your arms so he can notice the bra you're not wearing. "I'm far too devoted to my master to ever consider such a thing. In love with him, I should say. He is far kinder to me than Rogers ever was."

Your hands float across the table to cover his. Damian closes his eyes, tempted, and licks his lips when he can feel your breath fan against his mouth. He can taste your kiss already.

"Though I must admit..." you purr, "as much as I adore his kindness... I shiver at the thought of him taking his anger out on me... When he claims what belongs to him, hard and rough—"

The phone on Damian's desk rings.

His heart drops out of his ribcage when you pull away and answer it, ripping him away from his fantasies with a knowing smile. "Hello, mister ambassador," you speak into his phone, pen in hand. "Yes, it's grand to hear from you as well. How is your wife...?"

You were right. Rogers had an obvious weakness the League could exploit to save the day, and it just so happened that this weakness was sex. And that you, the sexiest woman Damian knew, would offer herself to the task so that other agents less comfortable with the job wouldn't be sacrificed. You were proactive. You believed in Damian's mission. It was nothing but business, even if that business involved his wife in bed with another man.

Damian's wife. In bed. With another man.

He wondered why another agent couldn't have handled it. But if Damian had no bias, no possessiveness, he would've picked you for the task too. Hell, you had him hard at just a little teasing. You'd hardly had to touch him and Damian was aching for it.

He wondered how far you'd gone with him. It boiled his blood to think about it, but Damian had a habit of torturing himself. Did you wear the same outfits you did for him? Did you whisper his name like you whispered Damian's? Did you let him lay his head on your chest so you stroke his hair, like Damian quietly asked you to when you were alone with him?

The call is for a mission Damian assigned you weeks ago, and one you've been gracefully handling. Something about government regulation that the League has been meddling in. Impatient, Damian taps his fingers on your desk and waits for you to cut it short, but the devilish look in your eyes makes it clear that you won't. You lay back in his desk chair and relax your ankles on the edge of the wood, dramatically pretending to yawn.

Fine. He'll teach you a lesson with an audience, then.

As he rounds his desk, you devour him with your eyes. Damian is well aware of your... fascination with his rings, open silk shirts, and jewelry, but your eyes take an especially large helping of his cleavage. Your interest is kept for sure when Damian brushes your legs apart and turns the chair just to step between them. Here, sharing eye contact so electric it could spark a flame, you watch him unclasp his cloak so it can fall around his boots. One by one, Damian removes his rings and sets them on the table. Each new, soft thunk has you sitting straighter in your seat. A useless effort, because Damian soon takes your ankles, runs his tongue over his teeth, and tugs you halfway down the chair in one pull.

You yelp. A question lingers on the other line, which you answer with a stutter. "Apologies... I-I almost tripped over something... Where, um, where were we?"

Drool pools in Damian's mouth. The change in perspective is generous, and after many sessions like this one, he's learned how much you like this angle too. Your skin is soft in his hands. He squeezes and enjoys you like you're a treasure to admire, one he stole for himself and himself alone. Cupping the underside of your thighs, Damian spreads your legs to their limit, sucking a flood of saliva back through his teeth at the sight of your underwear. The reaction puts an involuntary twitch in your muscles, and Damian smiles at the squish of your thighs around his face.

You bite down hard on your lip when his calloused hands push your tight nightie over your middle. The caller is still waiting for an answer, so you come up with something as you playfully fight Damian off. He's an evil man. Last time something like this happened, he put the phone on your belly and fucked you on the line. You don't doubt he'll do worse this time, considering the jealousy in his hands as he tugs you back into place.

You're mine, he mouths to you, groping your ass in handfuls. I don't share.

Fine! But you have to be quiet. You put a finger to Damian's lips as you answer the ambassador again, and of course, he pouts and tries to bite you. "Absolutely. We have some options for you, sir..."

After appreciating your snug thighs around his face, Damian lets them relax over his shoulders and studies his meal. His hand strokes lower and lower on your naval until it's tracing your core through your panties. When he realizes how wet you are, a smile like venom fills his face, then fills your aching heat.

Damian kisses your underwear open-mouthed, licking the damp spot there for its sweetness. Then, he rolls it over your thigh and aside. When the cold air touches your wetness, you clamp your mouth shut and pray he goes easy on you.

This is Damian. He doesn't.

He parts your lips with his thumbs and tastes your clit, nails putting crescents in your ass. Once it's found, Damian rarely leaves it, sucking your sensitive bud into his wet mouth and flicking his tongue through your folds. He's too good to require a performance. Still, his dark eyes drink in your starved expression like an actor, suave and lustful. His tongue almost vibrates against you, filling the front of your pussy with warm pink muscle. Already your breath is lost. You put all you have into keeping your voice clear on the call, but if it wasn't an important mission, you would throw it aside and moan for Damian like you know he craves.

"Y-yes," you moan into the phone. Rolling your hips up into Damian's mouth, you quickly recover. "Sorry! I meant no, we won't be able to cover that. But we can..."

He starts from the bottom and pours spit into your entrance, rapidly rolling his tongue inside you. When Damian's eyes aren't smirking at you, they're closed in lust, relaxed like he's getting his only taste of the best meal of his life. He pretends like you're a toy he's playing with by not kissing you, but his fingers massage your legs where they're sore from a mission a few weeks ago. And you go wild for it. Your hips buck and spasm into his touch like sunflowers leaning toward the sun. You tug hard at his soft hair, tilting his tongue deeper inside your heat. He loves when you squeeze your thighs together because it traps him between them, where he always wants to be.

"I sound strange? Ohhh," you squeeze your eyes shut, feeling Damian's gaze smugly leer up at you, "I believe I'm just coming down with a strange cold."

Damian twists his head to one side so he can lick you proper, tracing the outline of your core. Moments like this make you wonder what devil he sold his soul to in order to move his tongue like that. He almost gets you when your pussy wraps around his tongue just right, and then again when Damian pulls away to dip and bob his tongue into your cunt. A pornstar couldn't please you like this. Right when Damian drinks up your wetness and you're ready to give up, he pulls away.

...And unzips his pants.

You almost gasp in relief. Luckily, you trap it before it can escape, just like Damian does with you. You're scooped up and spread out on his desk like dinner. If it weren't for the happy numbness in your legs you would try to help him, but Damian revels in removing your panties himself. He's since rolled up his sleeves for his task, and now his slacks and boxers come down too, until he's messy and ready to fuck you. All of his clothes being shoved down to his hips turns you on even more, proving further how crazed Damian is to claim you. Phone in hand, you report more of your findings to the ambassador as Damian's thick cock rests against his abs. Blissfully, he doesn't wait to use it.

Dipping his head, Damian flicks your clit with his tongue one more time, then plunges into your slick without mercy.

"So big..." You mewl. Damian grins wickedly, and you managed to choke out something coherent as that massive pussy-pleaser shapes you out. "Um, our plans for the future! They're s-so big..." your eyes flutter shut, back arched, "Huge. Just... huge."

Damian's cock is quickly soaked. You feel the glide get easier with every thrust, which are violent, possessive. Every inch makes you his. Looking at him makes you wet, his spit makes you wet, so his cock is nothing but noisy. His hips smack harshly against your ass with each blow, and the roll of his dick through your cunt fills the room. Damian is so turned on by the sound of it, by the taste of you, that he's even closer to cumming than you are. His cock must've been pulsing when he ate you out, because every squeeze of your pussy makes Damian's head loll off his shoulders. Veiny hands are braced on your breast and by your hip, trembling hard. While you're forced to be silent, Damian is loud on purpose, growling and groaning his delight sheathed in your sore pussy.

"Mine," Damian snarls in whisper. "This pussy belongs to me. Say you understand. Tell me you know who you fucking belong to." His hand whips across your ass, scratching a red mark into place. He pounds into you like an animal, back and shoulders flexed to their limit, just seconds from pouring that delicious quart of cum inside you. "Go on, beloved, say it."

You can't. The man on the other end of the phone will definitely hear, if he hasn't heard every other dirty sound pouring out of your husband. You shake your head and hold on for dear life.

Damian rips the phone out of your hand, jabs the end call button, drags himself out of you and shoves his tongue in your pussy.

"Master!" You moan.

He kisses your fucked core once, again, then devours you with his tongue. Your folds are spread by his hands and you're taken completely, madly, by that skillful mouth. At speeds your sex-fogged brain literally can't comprehend, Damian's tongue laps up your clit until you heave and gasp for him to make you cum. He doesn't stop. He doesn't even come up for air. Damian's arms scoop under your ass, pinning you in place for him to gulp down. He smiles when your heels scramble across his back, desperate to get him even a molecule closer, and looks downright drunk on your taste when your thighs clench and unclench around his face.

You cry out so frantically that your throat burns. But Damian keeps going and going on your clit until he's lifting your ass off the desk with one arm, and you go right with him, howling for it, fuck me fuck me p-please! Three fingers hammer inside you at once, shocking your heated pussy with his cold wedding ring. You roll onto your shoulders to chase that gifted tongue, fucking his face with your hips, rolling up into his mouth, your soft thighs in his death grip—

Damian drops you onto the desk.

"You're my wife, you hear me?" He snarls. Your slick glistens on his face and hangs from his chin. "No one gets to fuck you, like this or any other way, but me."

The absence of pleasure is like losing oxygen, so you nod deliriously, nails crawling across his arms to bring him back to you. "Yes," you gasp, "fuck, Damian, I'm yours."

He viciously slaps your ass. "Say it."

"No one but you," you choke for breath, "no one. Oh, god, please fuck me..."

"Please fuck me...?"

"Sir," you finished, close to sobbing. "Please, please fuck me out of my mind, master."

In the wake of literally driving you mad with lust, Damian rides the fading path of your building orgasm and plunges his cock inside you again. He takes a murderous pace and fucks you crazy, burying pleasure on top of pleasure, hammering into you until your ass is red and purple. Your mewls match the rhythm of his brutal thrusting, then it all pulls taut.

Damian sheaths himself in until your tender pussy disappears under his cock, and cums like an ice cream dispenser. It's slow, filling and warm, spurting inside you and overflowing like whipped cream. His abs tense wildly. Sweat pours down his muscular arms, and finally, Damian releases you.

Always the faithful partner with an ego, he spreads your legs a final time as the two of you come down from your shared ecstasy. Damian smirks while he admires his work. In your frenzy of lust, he'd ripped apart your dress to expose your body, and you'd popped four of the buttons off his shirt. Cupping under your knees, Damian pushes them to your chest to get a full view of your ruined cunt.

"Look at what I did to you," he hums, satisfied.

He massages your worked legs. Then, Damian spreads your sensitive folds and watches his hot cum sink into your pussy, which is filled to the brim. It pours from your slit and drizzles down your ass. Damian's mouth still waters at the sight of your abused clit, so he kisses it just for himself, lazily slurping up your cum. But one kiss is never enough. The Demon's Head loves the whine overstimulation puts in your moans, so he greedily tastes more of you, flicking his tongue faster and faster. Your sobbing clit is sucked into his mouth and enjoyed, then kissed a final time. You're so blown away, you hardly have the breath to moan anymore.

There Damian lounges, the tip of his nose, his chin, lips, and fingers shining with pussy juice. He licks some of it off his lip, green eyes glazed and calmed. Still, there's some shark left in his smile, so Damian hovers over you on the desk to ensure his point has been made.

He kisses you, squeezing your jaw between his fingers.

"Lesson learned?" The Demon's Head asked you.

Spent, used, and loved all over as you are, you could never fail to tease him. Damian watches you put your finger on your chin, pretending to think.

"Lesson?" You bat your lashes at him, sly. "What lesson?"

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Leon × reader (Pokemon belly fic)

Timeline: It's been 7 years since you've won the Pokemon League Championship...

It was a windy afternoon in Galar. The sound of thumping windows and windchimes filled the air. You and Hop were playing with your Pokemon. Your teams have grown big and strong and battling is a thrilling treat. Of course, being the Champion, your buddy is no problem to defeat. Hop retreats his Cinderace. "Your strength still amazes me... phew... Good fight! Excited to eat? I'm starving", Hop says with a big grin plastered across his face. 

"Me too, little bro. Dinner's done soon", a deep voice adds. It was Leon, the ex-Champion of Galar. After dethroning Leon from his long-standing title, he let go of the hustle and has been living with his family again. "Oh— Lee, you scared me! Well, let's go then. what are we waiting for?", Hop exclaims before eagerly running inside. Leon watches Hop run off and then looks at you, bashfully scratching the back of his head, "nice to see you again. Enjoying being the Champion?". You nod. "Quite the honor isn't it? I'll be honest, it feels good to finally sleep in", he chuckled as he gently nudges your shoulder. "Let's catch up with Hop".

You and Leon go inside, closing the garden doors to keep the cool air out. At the table Hop was already seated. Hop’s mum walks in with a big pot cradled in her arms. "Oh, there you guys are! I made an amazing Fried Food Curry”. She turns her head to Leon, “I’m just so glad to be able to cook for you again, sweetie".

Leon looks down at himself and runs a hand across his belly. He didn't want to admit it but he's been letting himself go. With no motivation to stay in shape, Leon has been moping about and enjoying himself perhaps a little too much. You see his face scrunch up a little as his fingers trace a small gut starting to form. "T-tasty!", Leon stutters as he takes a seat. You sit beside Hop, across from Leon. 

Hop's mum puts down plates and serves a helping of curry for everyone. "So, Lee", Hop starts, "you'll never believe what Sonia taught me today: did you know that Toxtricity can come in low key and amped variants? It's incredible, they're completely different". Hop starts chatting up a storm. "In fact there's tons of incredible Pokemon in Galar— oh! Like Alcremie!"

1 hour later...

"...and sometimes Polteageists will cozy up in authentic China teapots. Who would ever just toss those in the rubbish? I just love learning about it all... Right, Lee?", Hop asks. Leon's thoughts had been drifting the entire time and was absentmindedly eating his 5th plate of curry. "Hm? O-Oh! Hop, that's crazy... I... I'm really full", Leon grumbles. You've been watching the whole ordeal. It's not surprising Leon would get lost in his food the same way he does everywhere else. "Did you over eat again, sweetie? Do you need me to make you tea?", Hop's mum softly asks Leon. "I'm fine. Really...", Leon says. "I think I'm gonna lie down...". You watch him as he pushes back his chair and stumbles off. He doesn't look well, clutching his belly and hunching over. 

"Sometimes I don't even think he listens... Anyway, Let's go to my room and watch the telly!", Hop says getting off the table and dashing upstairs.

You and Hop are sitting on his bed together, sharing a bowl of popcorn, watching the Alolan Battle Royals. It's an exciting sport full of drama and lucartive strategies. Still no matter how intense it gets, Hop ends up dozing off as soon as it gets late. "Oh, that... that’s the Masked Royal... He's so... Cool... Zzzz...", Hop mumbles as he drifts to sleep. You turn off the telly and tuck your best friend in. As you walk through the halls towards the restroom, you hear moaning and groaning coming from Leon's room. You slowly open the door, just a crack. 

Leon was reclining on his bed, bottled water in one hand and petting his belly with the other. "Oughh... My stomach... aH!— Wh-what are you doing up?", Leon freezes, frantically holding a pillow over his belly. You start blushing a little. You've always seen Leon as a strong and intimidating figure ever since you two were young and to see him so vulnerable was exciting. "Did my mum send you? I'm fine, r-really", Leon winces. His belly let's out a loud burbling gurgle. You know he's not fine and you enter his room, closing the door behind you. Leon looks at you, sweating nervously, and avoiding eye contact. "It's late, we should probably just go to bed and— Ghck!". 

Something had prompted you to climb into Leon's bed and move your hands over his belly, giving it loving rubs. Perhaps it was the crush you've always had on him or how worried you were about him. Your hand moves over the smooth fabric of his shirt. "H-hey...", Leon murmurs. You can hear Leon's breathing slow down as you carry on with your soothing belly rubs. "Mmmm... I'll be fine, I'm just a little... Ohhhhh...", Leon moans. His belly lets out a long bubbling growl as the plates and plates of curry settle in him. "—Excuse me", he quietly utters as he lets out a long sigh. It's adorable how helpless such a legend like Leon can become from a little indigestion. You want to get closer to his stuffed belly, urged to nurture him. 

You lay down beside him, resting your head on his chest and looking below at his gently swaying belly. "Mmnnggh... What are you doing...?", Leon croaks, moving his head to the side, unsure of how to react to your sudden infatuation. You move your hands up to the top of his abdomen, feeling every churn and gurgle inside his lively stomach. Leon's belly was warm and his increase in weight created a soft layer of fat over his tight tummy. "Mmmmuh...". Leon continues to fuss. You tuck yourself even closer to Leon, your head laying only inches to where his belly begins. You can hear the curry sitting heavy inside of him, struggling to be digested. 

Leon looks down at you, eyelids drooping from the exhaustion of the overwhelming bloating. You stroke and hold onto his big strong arms and climb onto his lap. Leon sinks lower into the bed, now looking up at you, belly sloshing as he moves into a comfier position. Leon starts blushing and breathing shakily. You hold onto his hands, moving them along with your own. You open the bottled water and bring it to his lips with one hand. You move his hand across his own bulging belly with the other. You look at him intently and start tilting the bottled water into his mouth.

Gulp. Gulp. Gulp. You can feel Leon squirming a little from the water filling his already brimming stomach. You force Leon to feel his own belly press out, pushing his hand into his tummy. After many heavy and slow chugs, the bottle emptying, Leon wiggles his hand loose from your grip. "Nughhh... W-why would you make me—Hic!– do that...?", He whimpers, looking up at you desperately. You didn't know; more so you didn't know how you'd explain how you wanted him to be more bumbling and helpless.

Leon's gut was really upset now. His mouth quivered as he felt ever churn and burble squirm through his body. Every heavy breathe caused it to make audible liquidy shifts. You felt guilty; Leon wasn't nearly this sloshy before all that water. You leaned in and started to intensively massage Leon's big grouchy belly. You could feel where the water had settled and teasingly pushed into it, making little blubs and splashes. Leon winced, "ghhh... Come on, seriously...". You continued to move your hand all across it, finding every sweet spot that made Leon feel better. Digging the sides of your thumbs into the top of his belly and moving outwards would help knead out the cramping of all the twisting turning curry inside. Leon let out a loud and relaxed sigh, closing his eyes. 

You could help ease the soreness of having such a tight belly but the heavy feeling and queasiness could only be remedied by a good nap. Leon was struggling to stay awake. He doze off only to dart his eyes at you. Perhaps he's worried you'll pull another stunt on him. You were tired too and felt cozy being beside such a big warm body. You climbed off Leon's lap, letting him relax his hips and turn on his side. He was looking directly at you, eyes barely open. You snuggled up into his chest, resting one hand on his tummy. Leon slowly laid his arm across your body, sighing and voice hoarse with sleep. "If you wanted to cuddle you shoulda just said so...", He mumbles, a little smile forming.

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guess fucking what? my inbox is so fucking full right now i'm unloading all of this shit in one post.

For the 11th gotham memes: gothamites react to bruce being jacked in a tiktok he made with kids, like super yoked, ripped as hell

fucking hilarious thanks. i think i did it in one meme post, but i genuinely don't remember which one

i dunno which of the batfam would do this but one time i was sleeping over at a friends house and ended up on the floor bc the bed was so very small and i just stayed there because the rug was soft

that's a drunk jason move i don't know what to tell you

tim and jason are "i listen to pop punk" solidarity. whenever jason highjacks the batmobile theyll go on long ass car rides blaring mcr and paramore and then never talk about it again

as they should!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! tim: no jason it's my turn using the aux cord i gotta put on my jams jason: don't you dare put on weird shit tim: don't worry, you're gonna love this *plays fearless (taylor's version)

hear me out hear me out, red hood stans 🤝 nightwing stans t h i g h s

holy shit yes.

SNL au: Bruce breaks character when pretending to superman and says something like "I'm not superman! You've seen his gps!! It's from 2001!!!" @sabeanybabe

superman flies past the snl building the next day just to say 'actually it's from 2005, i'm not a heathen'

does your back hurt from carrying the batfam fandom

it hurts more from the exotic rock collection i keep in my backpack, but thanks for the concern.

I love your posts by why would you always leave the best parts in the tags?

as a treat for the people that check the tags ;) (and also because i'm committed to the short post aesthetic)

somehow your playlist was everything i never knew i needed. i mean it. this is my new favorite playlist.

and don't you dare get a new favourite playlist!

babe ur stoner tim playlist is exactly too perfect, earth is literally blessed by ur existence

babe thanks so much! i love my stoner tim playlist because it's just my usual playlist but people think it's an artistic choice that i put taylor swift and britney spears in there, when it's just what i unironically like listening to

JANDKSKDK BILLY RAY CYRUS ON THE STONER TIM PLAYLIST I LOVE IT IT

again it's not even an ironic choice, i know every single word and i genuinely like the song

The last chapter of Fundamentals of Casework has me crying at work. Thanks I love it @dudelookitsalesbian

oh babe, i'm sorry, but also, not sorry i love chapter 4 so much it's my lovechild with the 'mental illness' tag

soooo....stumbled on your tumblr by some stroke of fate??? read your DC fanfic first. which is PHENOMENAL btw. then found all the batmemes; the funniest thing EVER bc everyone forgets about regular old gothamites. kept scrolling and your blog pops up as recommended. clicked on the ao3 for shits and giggles and waddaya know?!?!? it's YOU!!! you're LEGEND!!!! ever seen that meme? it's a video of a cat that got into a baseball field and the two announcers get really invested in his escape attempt and start giving a play by play of the cat instead of the game. memeable moment: "GREAT stuff from the Cat!!!"

i seriously think about this ask every single day and it's so fucking funny to me that i've never seen the meme you're referencing, but i still find myself going 'GREAT stuff from the Cat!!!' whenever i see something funny. but wow i'm glad you liked this steaming pile of garbage

Fav dc character overall? And fav batfamily character?

don't ask me to pick between the loves of my life, but i can tell you i've cried about every single batfamily member and also wally west (my beloved)

What's your opinion on fans having a problem with batfam being "too big"? And some even claim that batfam is just "Bruce Alfred Dick Damian" and the rest of them are just "friends and allies" (source: reddit) Personally, I like batfam because of this reason but idk

stupid. a family can never be too big. i'm not that big a fan of like huge batfam stuff with everybody from every single universe, because as much as it's funny for bruce to have like 30 kids, it just feels a little too OOC for me.

This is the best tag I've seen involving the batfam, thanks for thinking of it

This is canon now @nctxrejects

lmao yeah i think at that point alfred has had to sit through like at least a dozen coming out talks and just has a pride flag collection in the attic that he pulls out whenever a kid comes out

idk why batfam hits different as compared to any other superhero family

bc it's found family and usually the other superhero families are almost all genetically related in one way or another

I don't know if you watch the umbrella academy but I saw your last post about batcest and saw the similarities. But the thing is (although I think it's weird) in TUA, they addressed it by saying "they were raised as weapons, not siblings" or something along those lines, which is simply not the case with batfam.

yeah i watched tua but i also thought it was ridiculous and they still treated each other as siblings so i didn't like the luthor/allison thing, and am glad they stopped doing that shit bc it fucking sucked.

Hot take: Batcest shippers are the same people who believe adopted siblings are not actual siblings

smoking hot take: batcest shippers are the people who watch 'my sister got stuck in the washing machine' porn

Duke was adopted by Bruce?

not technically no, but do i, tumblr user batarangsoundsdumb, look like i care?

True story but I had to change my freaking name because it used to be "Damien" and most people would go "OH LIKE DAMIAN WAYNE" like please I'm just tryna live

true story, but i don't actually think of damian when i hear the name damian, literally the first thing that pops up is damian darkh like bruh what?

apparently dc comics company supported comic stores by giving out new titles and stuff during the beginning of the pandemic to help them run and I just think that's wholesome

ah yeah that's so fucking cool, still don't like dc, the company, because this world is a capitalist hellhole and we're all owned by warner brothers or disney with no in between.

ayo looking at tumblr head canons and finding out bruce is actually a terrible father is a punch in the gut

lmao yes, in like 50% of comics bruce is a terrible father and it gives me whiplash

oooh I just saw the jason todd vs winter soldier post and the real question is: batman vs iron man

while iron man has like hundreds of cases of armor, batman could throw out an emp and have the guy dropping out of the sky in 2 seconds.

dickfast = fastdick = quickdick = quickie

magnum hot take

hey bata(?) just thought I'd let you know I have copied the obnoxious emoji and Billy Ray post for use on simping men going forth

thank you 😘🌷 (@spacebarsidecar)

why would you do that to your followers???? i get why i did it, but why would you???

what is scarecrow made the nightwing funko pop himself, like those diy-ers that paint over other ones

oh god no, horrible take, horrible take, that's a disgusting thought oh no

I see your HC that Bruce and Oliver fucked and raise you this: Dick and Roy ALSO fucked

yes they did and it was a horrible moment for jason to find out dick has fucked both of his best friends

"at this rate bruce adds like 1 child to his family every decade or so" Duke is introduced in 2013, Damian as Damian, not as an unnamed child, in 2006. And he is already 14 years old, Robins rarely remain Robins after 16 😬 It looks like a new Robin and Batkid will appear in a couple of years

i mean i can't wait? but somebody will probably die first tho, we're due for another major character death. my money's on either cass or duke this time.

BRO you're so right all of your Bruce's ex headcanons are amazing but they aren't ships, that's kinda wild. Like I don't want any peeks into how their relationship was I just want to see everyone make fun of them

lmao YES it's just i love bruce being a slut, like good for him.

I am in love with your posts your honour thank you

omg thanks are we like,, gonna kiss now?

The justice league needs to have a meeting to discuss how many of their members/partners have slept with bruce. Because through a combination of cannon & fannon (if DC wasn’t homophobic) we have AT LEAST: 1) clark 2) lois 3) oliver 4) dinah 5) john

Thats not counting villains or random civilians @dudelookitsalesbian

yes yes yes, they'll have a yearly meeting about how many of their collective exes could be out for revenge and batman's list just keeps getting longer.

tim was like "i'm drake now" and everyone was like ahh so your fursona is a dragon and tim was like pffffft no. ducks.

and what about it?

when steph's fighting livewire and she zaps her with lighting and nothing happens and then they both just. stand there awkwardly for a second and talk. yeah i couldn't stop laughing at that batgirl steph is the BEST

oh yeah that was fucking hilarious and i think it would be so cool and sexy of dc to give steph a little comic series,,, as a treat

Hi I absolutely adore all of yours "Bruce and Oliver very badly pretending they didn't fuck each other" memes

lmao i do too

I need you to know that “Bruce Wayne had frosted tips” is one of my favorite Bruce takes of all time it’s so galaxy brained. you’re right and you should say it

he also painted his hair blonde once when he was travelling and in conclusion, this is why he's being blackmailed by the gotham gazette.

you know my thing about gordon being branded as the only good cop in gotham is its a load of shit like arguably he's a good person and not working to screw people over or anything but the fact that he also works w. batman makes him a shit cop. like yea batman is better than the mob but its still illegal its still an abuse of power he just not making bank

babe, all cops are bad cops. (but yeah youre absolutely right, working with vigilantes makes you a shit cop, but also working against vigilantes just makes you an asshole cop yanno?)

ruh roh i think i’m about to add “so not yeehaw” every time i don’t like something

that's a very good vocabulary upgrade

somehow i feel like steph already knew. like babs obviously knew but i feel like bruce got high/drunk in front of steph and started telling his boarding school stories and steph was just like “oh you fucked up i’m never gonna forget this”

steph and bruce have weird uncle/rebellious niece dynamic and they just hang out sometimes and bruce will be like 'i once broke my arm when i tripped over a hedge when i was drunk so oliver drove me to the hospital on an electric scooter' and steph will just have to sit there with that knowledge in her head.

Hello I just wanted to tell you you are So right in all your steph opinions bc she is, in fact amazing and I think that's very sexy of you. Ps. Your Bruce/Oliver fic is hilarious

babe, thank you so much and yes steph is amazing and i love her and she deserves the world and she's the best member of the batfam hands down. also thanks

In Supersons we see a couple of kids that are implied to be Damian and Jon's children and the boy has laser eyes and can fly, so I asume he's not adopted. The girl, who calls Bruce grandpa, can also fly, btw. So it's canon (probably by accident) that Jon can have kids and he must have married one of Bruce's kids. (I'm hoping for Damian, mostly because any other of his children would be waaaaaaaaaaaaay too old.) @artemisa97

lmao that was probably an accident seeing as jon is a 17 year old superhero in the year 3000 (by the jonas brothers)

You know, I'm a die hard fan of your memes, but I gotta say one thing: if Gothamites actually took gas mask everywhere with them, then the Scarecrow would just be a weird dude in a weird costume, and not a villain oh so scary. DC really should just takes notes from you.

bold of you to assume there's no gothamite anti-maskers

How does it feel being the funniest person on this app?

horrible, next question.

I can't listen to Green Day or Billy Joel without thinking of your post about how Bruce got arrested at a Billy Joel concert @nightwings-kid

yeah that's your mistake, i on the other hand can't enjoy billy joel without thinking about the glee rendition of 'uptown girl'

I've FINALLY been watching the Batman animated series and I gotta say, after watching "the gray ghost" I am CONVINCED that Batman is a closeted super hero geek who was 100% freaking out the first time he met Superman and is just REALLY good at hiding it.

superman: so what do you do in your free time? batman, thinking about the superman fanfiction he's writing on the batcomputer: i have no free time

bruce and oliver be like boyfriends to co-workers 401k (do the justice leagues get 401ks??? not that bruce and ollie would need them, but-)

lmao yes just 400 thousand words of bruce realising 'oh dip oliver is such a fucking dumbass' (also i don't know what a 401 k is but i assume they don't?)

Gothamites would totally boo superman as he saves Gotham while batman is out. @meenje

he's like 'okay think about that next time you want to be saved from an alien octopus'

I just took long break from dc comics and I come back to see ric grayson ??

i think it's very cool and sexy of dc to see dick and just think 'you know what? let's just give him a traumatic brain injury' and then didn't develop his character in any real way

SPEAKING OF RIC GRAYSON, gothamites making confused memes out of ric grayson is much needed

'dick grayson is my taxi driver? can anyone explain what the fuck happened he looks like an italian plumber?'

i hate to say it but batfam are def "marvel characters" in that sense they are characters who are human but become superheroes unlike most dc characters who are gods trying to be human maybe this is why I like batfam

fair enough

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We're the same PT.ll | Peter Parker x Stark!Fem!Reader

Summary: You are used to having Peter in your world all the time, he was in the base with you more than at his own home, it was time for you to spend time in his world.

Warnings: None? A small sexual reference or joke? Idk...

Word count: 3,5 k

Notes: (Y/R/L/N) \ Your real last name.

A/N: I just want to thank you guys for all the love "We're the same" received! For real! Thank you! Here's part two, I hope you guys like it as well!

[Part 1]

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You and Peter were getting back from one of your night patrols, it was something that the two of you always did and it was part of your routine now, you loved fighting crime beside him, and he loved being able to fight by your side as well, the both of you made such a perfect team that even your dad, Tony Stark was proud.

"So… I was thinking" Peter takes off his mask giving you a look, you look at him waiting for him to keep talking "You know, how I always spend time on the avengers place? I was thinking that maybe you would like to… I don't know… Spend some time at my place? Maybe?" Peter smiles awkwardly, you remove your marks looking at him with a smile.

"You got all shy all of a sudden" You put your arms around his neck, giving him a little kiss on the lips.

"Not with you, I mean, no, I just… Do you think that it's time to introduce you to my friends?" Peter sighs.

"Wow…" You look at him with surprise "You have friends?!" Peter looks at you offended, you start laughing and he can't help but laugh as well with you "I'd love to meet them, if that's what you want Pete… I'll do it" Peter looks at your face trying to memorize your features, but to be honest, he already knows your entire face and body by memory, he just loves admiring your beauty.

"That will mean a lot to me, thank you" Peter closes his eyes giving you a sweet kiss.

"Well… in that case, just tell me when and I'll be there" You smile.

"How about tomorrow? You can go to my school and you can spend a day in my world" Peter suggested, you frown, that wasn't what you had in mind when he told you he wanted you to meet his friends.

"At your school?!" You ask, surprised.

"Yeah, is that… a bad idea?".

"Well, why not after school? We can go eat something or maybe… Why?" You put your hands on your hips, you can't help but laugh. "Don't you nerds go out?".

"Ouch…" Peter smiles "Well, remember I told you I'm going to the academy decathlon? I need to start staying after school to study and between classes as well from time to time, and besides… I could really use your company" Peter grabs your hands swinging both your bodies, you only shake your head. 

"Alright fine, I'll go to school with you tomorrow, but I'm not taking the bus, I'll go swinging" You wink at him.

"Uh, no, you need to take the bus with me, so you can pass as one of the students" Peter winks back.

"Ugh! Is it really that necessary?!" Peter hugs you, hiding his face in the crack  of your neck.

"For me… pleeeeeease?" Peter whispers against your skin.

"Okay… See you tomorrow then" You put on your mask getting ready to go back to the chaotic place you call home.

"Love you!" Peter screams, smiling and feeling the luckiest man alive, once he lost the sight of you, he climbs the wall and opens his window to get into his room, tomorrow was the big day, he'd  been waiting for so long to introduce you to Ned and MJ, he was sure you were gonna love them.

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"Wake up Parker!" You open his window, getting inside his room, Peter was getting changed after his usual morning shower, he looked back at you smiling.

"Good morning baby" He blows a kiss at you from afar, you sit on his bed taking a good look at his room, you've been there plenty of times, but today felt different, you felt a bit nervous and you didn't know why.

"When are we leaving?" You ask, impatiently.

"Well, you're a bit early baby girl, the bus will be here in thirty minutes" Peter puts on his shirt and sits beside you on his bed.

"You're not taking the suit?" You lift his shirt a bit, looking at his bare skin, Peter smiles and shakes his head.

"I want this to be a normal day for the both of us, just you, me, school, friends, a normal teenagers romance… No super heroes, no super powers, no fighting the bad guys, just for today" Peter grabs your hand.

"Pete… Baby… I am the daughter of Tony Stark, even before I got my powers, the words 'have a normal day weren’t part of my vocabulary" You fake a smile and Peter chuckles, biting his lip.

"Are you wearing your suit?".

"No, it's in my backpack, just in case you know…" Peter grabs your backpack, he opens it taking out the suit, throwing it into his closet. "Pete…" you look at your boyfriend with sadness "I'm already going to school with you let me take the suit, you never know!".

"Y/N, nothing will happen today, and I promise that after school we'll come back here and we'll go back to being Mr and Mrs Spider-Man" Peter jokes, you smile with sadness nodding, after all you promised him a normal day.

"Peter I seriously can't believe I'm the one who's asking to keep the suit and not the other way around".

"Honey we'll be okay!". "Fine… But if something does happen, I'm calling dad". "That won't be necessary". "We'll see". "We won't".

After a quick breakfast with Aunt May, you and Peter went down to the bus stop and waited for your ride to his school, you were used to Happy driving you to your private school where your dad had you at, you always wondered what it would be like to go on a bus like Peter did all the time, not wear a uniform, this could be a good day, maybe you can convince Tony to let you change school.

"So, we met at the Stark Internship… right?" You look at Peter trying to memorize the fake story on how you two met.

"Exactly, let's not mention that we both have super powers" Peter smiles.

"I thought your friend Ned knew?".

"Well, yeah, he's the only one, but the story is for the rest of them" Peter takes your hand.

"Okay… my last name is… (Y/R/L/N)?" You sigh "I'm ready!".

As the bus arrives, Peter manages to sneak you in without the bus driver noticing, but you didn't feel worried, it was an old man and he could barely see.

"There's Ned, my best friend" Peter points at a guy in the middle of the bus, you nod, just following Peter.

"Hey bro!" Ned smiles at Peter, you see them make a kind of secret handshake, you smile at the sight of such a cute act.

"Ned, this is Y/N… The Y/N" Peter says nervously, Ned looks at you and he opens his mouth with surprise.

"You're Peter's girlfriend?!" Ned asks.

"Yup… Nice to finally meet you, Peter talks a lot about you" You shake Ned's hand.

"He talks about me?! Ha! He talks about you a lot as well, you're like the main topic of our conversations" Ned chuckles, Peter hits Ned's arm giving him a warning.

"I'm flattered, I hope he only says good things" You look at Peter, taking a seat next to Ned.

"You're not sitting with me?" Peter chuckles.

"Nah, Ned's better company" You wink an eye at Peter, he takes a seat in front of the both of you.

"So… Are you really Tony Stark's daughter?" Ned asks.

"I don't know what you're talking about, we met at Stark industries… I have an internship as well" you smile.

"Baby, remember he knows" Peter chuckles.

"Oh… yeah, sorry" You smile shyly at Ned "So you know about Spidey?" You whisper at Ned.

"About Spidey one and two" Ned smiles and you smile at him.

"Well I'm glad I don't have to pretend in front of someone".

The bus makes another stop and a bunch of students get inside of the bus, you see Peter shake his hand in the air with a smile, you look over to see a pretty girl, messy hair and a 'kill me' kind of face, you knew that was MJ, Peter always says that she has a funeral face.

"Sup losers" MJ sits beside Peter. She looks at you and you give her a small smile.

"Hey" you say, MJ looks at Ned and then at you.

"Who is she?".

"She's my girlfriend" Peter spoke, MJ looks at Peter with an extremely surprised look, but her face goes back to her neutral expression right away.

"So, you're that Y/N?" MJ looks at you.

"Yes, you must be MJ" You offer her your hand to shake, but instead she gives an awkward high-five.

"Are you sure you're dating this ass? He's not paying you to fake a relationship?" MJ looks at you trying to study your expressions, you only chuckle shaking your head.

"Hey! I can get a girlfriend!" Peter says offended.

"Yeah boy… but not like her, she's waaaaay out of your league" MJ huff taking out her book, Peter looks at you and you give him a little wink.

Once the four of you arrived at school, no one was paying attention to you, which you liked, normally, at your other school you were treating with a bit of privilege just because of your last name, and here, it was all different, maybe because no one really knew your real last name, or maybe because you were with the nerds, but you liked it, being invisible for once.

"Let's go to class then" Peter grabs your hand.

"What class do we have first?" You smile.

"Wait… you're attending this school now!?" Ned exclaims.

"Yes, for today" You smile shyly.

"Cool… Are we going to say that she's an exchange student from another country or...?" Ned looks at Peter.

"No, she just transferred schools that's it" Peter smiles.

"I can make an accent" you look at both boys.

"I wanna hear" Ned smiles.

"Please no" Peter puts his hands over his ears, as you start speaking with a heavy (very bad) french accent, making Ned laugh, even MJ gave you a small chuckle.

"Can she please keep the accent?!" Ned looks at Peter.

"No! Please no!" Peter grabs your hand pulling you to class.

The teacher was already there so you had to go through the entire 'hi I'm blablablaba the new kid' kind of thing.

"Y/N, tell us a bit about you" the teacher looks at you. You felt everyone's eyes over you, you looked at Peter who was sitting in his place, saving a chair beside him for you.

"I'm dating Spider-Man" you said seriously, you could hear Peter choke in the back of the class, everyone was quiet, but then everyone started laughing and Peter felt his soul go back to his body.

"Yeah, I'm dating Spider-Man as well" another girl jokes.

"Okay Y/N go take a seat" the teacher smiles. You nod walking towards Peter, you look at the girl who made a joke as well, you lean close and whisper.

"You're not his type sweetie" You wink and eye to her and she rolls her eyes at you. 

You sit beside Peter taking out a notebook and a pen out of your backpack.

"Hey sweetie… Don't sit with Parker, come sit with us" you look up from your notebook to see a boy wearing a Polo shirt, you knew, by fact that he was Flash, the annoying son of a… Who made Peter's life a living hell in school.

"No thanks, I'm good here" You fake a smile.

"Come on, I don't bite, unless you want me to" Flash winks at you and his friends start laughing.

"Just ignore him," Peter whispers, taking your hand.

"Permission to break his jaw" you whisper with anger.

"As much as I'd love to see that, permission not granted… It's okay, he's like that, you'll get used to him" Peter chuckles.

"Okay, but if he says something offensive to you, I won't hesitate".

"I love when you get all overprotective of me" Peter whispers in your ear leaving a small kiss on your cheek.

"Well, you know that someone has your back Parker" You bite your lip, trying not to kiss him so you both don't get detention.

As class goes by, you actually pay a lot of attention to it, making a bet with Peter on who could answer more questions than the other, the loser will go patrolling alone, but the both of you know that's an impossible thing. 

You and Peter go to the next class, woodshop. 

As you and Peter arrive, Ned is already there, working on something, Peter grabs your hand and you look at him with a smile.

"Remember when you first got your powers? I made your web shooters here" Peter smiles, you could see how proud he was of his work.

"I can remember that day as if it was yesterday… And I can also remember your face when you showed me the web shooters for the first time" You caress his cheek with love, Peter feels electricity in his body, he shakes a bit and smiles, you really had an effect on him.

The two of you made your way to Ned, you see him working on some type of mechanic arm, he seemed to be having a bit of a problem there, you look at Peter wondering if he's going to help his friend, but no, Peter only sits beside him, working on his own project.

"Need a hand Ned?" You smile, sitting in front of him. Ned and Peter look at you.

"Uh… I don't really want to bother, I can't seem to make this work, I don't know why" Ned shows you the mechanic hand, you grab it taking a good look. 

Grabbing a bunch of tools on the table, you quickly manage to fix it and the mechanic like hand starts moving.

"Wow… where did you learn that?" Peter looks at you with a bright smile.

"Yeah, that took you like five seconds!" Ned grabs the hand admiring your work.

"Well, I'm Tony Stark's daughter, I know how to repair his suits as well" Your chest sticks out and you look at Peter feeling proud, you were glad that there was something Peter Parker didn't know about you.

"You keep surprising me babe" Peter smiles and winks at you.

"Not in front of me guys, please…" Ned rolls his eyes and goes back to working on his hand, you and Peter chuckle.

"So… You really are spending your day with the nerds huh?" Someone speaks behind you, you take your eyes off of Peter's project to look behind you. 

Flash was there, he was holding his phone typing something, he looked at you smiling.

"I knew I've seen that pretty face before…" Flash has a cocky smile in his face, he then turns his phone to you "Tony Stark donates one million dollars to charity, and beside him, the women that inspire him to do good day by day… His wife, Pepper Potts, and his daughter, Y/N Stark…" Flash finishes reading the news, you really started to hate that guy. 

Peter looks at Flash with anger, all he wanted to do was have a normal day with you in school, show you that you could be happy in a normal kind of way, but of course Flash was so obsessed with him that he had to ruin everything. 

Peter stands up from his chair ready to fight Flash, but your words stop him.

"So…? Should I give you a golden star?" You ask Flash, with the same cocky smile now "Should I clap for you? Let me do it…" You start clapping in his face "You're so intelligent, you found out who I am!".

Peter looks at you and then at Flash, feeling proud as hell, Flash looked intimidated by you, and Peter was enjoying the show.

"I-" Flash opens his mouth but you interrupt him.

"So what's your point… Flash, right?" You cross your arms.

"Just tell us all the truth! You're not dating Penis Parker! You're here to donate money to school or something!" Flash smiles back at you.

The smile on your face is replaced with pure anger, your eyes darkening as you look at Flash, you could hear him swallow saliva.

"You did not just  say that" Peter whispers with a smile, he goes back to his  seat he was tired of letting Flash get away with all the shit he does, and of course he couldn't punch him cause it was obvious who would win, he was trying to be fair. But today, today it was different, and he was glad his queen was here.

Flash looks at Peter and then back at you, knowing that he made a huge mistake on calling Peter that in front of you.

"What's your point?" You speak with anger.

"Just tell us you're not dating Parker, he has nothing to offer! Instead go out with me! I have money, cars… I can take you wherever you want" You put your arm around  Flash's shoulders squishing hard, he starts to feel pain but he holds it in, trying to look tough you made him face Peter, your boyfriend looking at the both of you delighted.

"You looking at that man right there?" You point at Peter "He gon' get it when we get home, he will keep me up all night… He is much more than you'll ever be!" You squish  Flash's shoulders even more, but not enough to leave  bruises the next day. "You say you have money? Cool, he has an immense heart, amazing jokes... you have a car? Cool… He has something better I prefer to ride" You wink at Peter and you see him blush, he was red at this point "Flash, you wish you could be like Peter Benjamin Parker, now, do me a favor and leave me and my boyfriend alone" you push Flash away from you, sitting back with Peter and Ned, you turn around one last time look at him "Leave your obsession with Peter behind, we all know you're not his type" You wink and eye to Flash.

Flash basically leaves running, when he does, Ned and Peter explode in laughter, you look at the both of them with a smile.

"Damn! That was amazing! About damn time someone said something to Flash" Ned cleans his fake tears.

"You didn't  have to  say anything to him Y/N" Peter smiles.

"You're right, we don't need to prove anything to that loser, but I got angry! He's an asshole and the thought of you having to deal with this dumbass all the time makes my blood boil!" You take a deep breath trying to calm down "Also, I wanted him to know how good you are at what you do" you wink and eye to Peter, your boyfriend opens his eyes wide and looks at Ned, who is pretending to mind his own business with his mechanic arm.

"Y/N… Don't speak like that" Peter whispers, he was a blushy mess, he looked adorable. 

"Oh Peter, you should feel proud of yourself…" You stand up looking around "I'm bored, I'm gonna build something" You smile and you start walking around the classroom looking for pieces for a project.

Back at the table, Ned turns his head to look at you and then he looks at Peter.

"Man… I don't know what you did to get a girl like her, but you're one lucky moth-" Peter covers his mouth, blushing.

"Okay Ned, she's too hot for me I get it…" Peter looks at you smiling "When she's with me all boys hate me". 

And he was right, and he just proved that with Flash trying to steal you from him, the way you talked to Flash, the way you defend Peter, it made him feel some kind of way, he wasn't used to having you do that, but he was proud of it.

[°°°]

The bell rings letting all the students know that the day is over, you stand up from your chair looking at Peter, waiting for instructions.

"Okay, let's go home" Peter smiles taking your hand.

"Home?" You look at him confused "don't you need to study with your decathlon team?".

"Yeah I do but…" He leans closer to you and whispers in your ear. "You said I was gonna get it when we get home so… Let's keep you up all night" He gives you a soft kiss on the lips.

"Peter Parker… I-" you try to make a joke but you just can't, he caught you off guard "Oh boy… Let's go! You have work to do!" You smile and clap happily making Peter laugh out loud, catching everyone's attention, but he didn't care. 

He was planning on having a nice evening with you and his friends, but that could wait, you can see his friends any other day.

[etaerealjin]

scrunchies & hoodies || p.jm

genre: fluff, romance

pairing: jimin x reader

background: fake relationship, highschool!au, to all the boys i've loved before theme, fluff!au.

word count: 1.5k

When you found out that your boyfriend cheated on you and told you that you were way out of his league and that you were too boring, you knew what you needed and wanted to do right away. Plus, the fact that he told you no one's gonna wanna be with you really hurt your ego so all you wanted to do was to slap him with the fact that he's not the only fish in the sea.

But, who? Who else besides him?

As you were running that day on the field, overthinking about the words thrown at you by your ex-boyfriend, you saw Park Jimin getting dumped by his supposedly ex-girlfriend by now.

At first you couldn't believe it. I mean, literally anyone in the school would kneel just to be friends with Jimin. Girls and gays would drool over him and his other friends during lunch time, and he seemed nice and friendly. A bit intimidating though because he's part of the jocks on your school but on top of all of that, he seemed really boyfriend.

"How rough was the break-up that you can't even go to the cafeteria because she'd be there?" You asked him when you found him alone in the rooftop, drinking some kind of strawberry milk.

That day was also the day you started going out, no– not really going out, dating Jimin.

It's a win-win situation. He wanted to get his girl back, and you wanted to prove your ex-boyfriend wrong. After that, when Eunji regrets dumping Jimin, and your ex admits that he regrets saying what he did, it's over. And you both agreed on that.

At that time, you didn't really care about falling for your sidekick because you were sure that you weren't, all you wanted was to slap your cheater ex-boyfriend and make him look like a fool for those words. It was childish, really. But that's what you both agreed on, nothing more, nothing less.

And so you both set rules for each other.

"And please, I know it's not a big deal for you, but it is for me. Less Kissing." You said and typed it down your notes. But as soon as you said that, you felt his plum lips on yours.

"Are you dumb? Didn't I–"

"Your ex was looking, don't turn around. Just smile." He whispered after leaning dangerously close to your ear.

No one was looking, though.

You've also went to several parties with him, which wasn't you at all. You only went to parties with Jimin knowing Eunji and your ex would be there, but you had to admit that those little hangouts with Jimin, and those deep talks after parties inside his car – it was really something. It made you realize that Park Jimin wasn't so bad after all. He was a good friend.

You looked at the ice cream in front of you before grabbing it. "You were craving, right?" He asked.

"Yeah, thanks. Really thoughtful, knowing your ex is looking." You both giggled after that but he shook his head and sat beside you. "Oh, this is good. Want some?"

He looked at the cone you were handing him over then looked at you. He moved your hand away and kissed your lips, which probably tasted like strawberry ice cream.

He made an impressed look and nodded. "I think I like strawberry way more now." And you swore that after he did that, a blush was very visible on your cheeks.

"You're making this whole fake relationship thing easier for them to believe, you know?"

"What's wrong with that?"

Yeah, what's wrong with that? You can just end up with each other.

"Not gonna happen." You said but snapped out of your thoughts as soon as he gave you a confused look. "I mean–"

"Yeah, I kinda know what you're thinking." He said and you noticed his little side smile. He stood up, lending a hand towards you. "I'm taking you home."

"What?"

"I'm taking you to your house, the fuck? What you high on?" He asked and grabbed your hand, tagging you along with him. You both agreed to not be sweet when nobody's looking, and you swore that by the time you were holding hands, everyone else in the field already left. You wanted to take your hand back but it felt, I don't know, right?

Having Park Jimin in a black hoodie and ripped jeans, with his backpack hung on one shoulder, his forehead showing, he looked really fucking attractive and boyfriend material, and it felt so right.

"Bro, you're a simp. I thought it was fake?" Taehyung, another attractive and hot as hell friend of Jimin, asked when they were alone inside the shower room. Jimin took a sharp breath and closed his gym bag.

"Tae, is it bad that I don't want this to be fake anymore?"

"Totally not. You two really made everyone believe that you were really together, it all looks real!" Jimin chuckled and left the room, but they both stopped when someone was already in front of the door.

"Guess Taehyung's voice is not just deep, huh? You can be loud whenever your voice wants to." Eunji said and patted Taehyung's chest. "Thank you, though. If it wasn't for you and your chitchats then I wouldn't know that Jimin here is just faking everything with Y/n."

Jimin bit the insides of his cheek and looked down, not really knowing what to feel. "Tryna make me jealous, Park?" He rolled his eyes, not wanting to say "yes" even though that was part of the plan.

"It's working." Eunji said before grabbing Jimin's collar and you know – kissing him, as cliché as it can get.

"Jimin," Taehyung said and forcefully pulled him away from Eunji, who was also forcefully kissing him. He lowkey pointed at where you were standing and Jimin looked at you, but the wrong move he did was he didn't do anything at all.

You gave him a thumbs up and a wide smile after that, from a distance, and jogged away when you realized that – they were probably back together. It was over, and all you needed to do was for him to bring your scrunchies back and for you to bring his hoodies back.

You were asking for another confirmation, and as you were walking home, you received one. A message from your ex. Which you totally forgot about after all this time being with Jimin.

I'm sorry for the words I said. Maybe I'm a dick after all, and you changed. For the best, because you were already better back then. You deserve each other. Just know that I'm deeply regretting that I hurt an innocent one.

You smiled at that note.

But it was a Saturday, and you were fucking lonely. All the Saturdays you had with Jimin were all fun and exciting, but today was different. It's been a week after you saw Jimin, Taehyung and Eunji in front of the shower room, and a week after you two supposedly broke up the whole fake relationship.

You decided to bring five of his hoodies with you as you walked to the rooftop where this whole fake relationship started.

Little did you know that he brought your scrunchies as well.

"Hi!" You forced a giggle and simply handed him his hoodies over. You noticed that he was wearing just a white shirt on, probably because he already ran out of hoodies. Or some may be with Eunji now, who knows?

"I guess we'll have to break up?" You forced a laugh once again and a smile after saying that, but he didn't answer. He just grabbed your wrist and made you wear five of your scrunchies. You chuckled upon having them back but stopped when you realized that this was it.

Being sad over this departure was certainly not part of the plan, and you surely didn't stick to it when you realized that you could no longer fake anymore smiles because you were that sad.

It made you even more devastated when he hugged you.

"Do you like me?" He asked while hugging you, which caught you off guard so you pulled away from him, giving him a confused expression. He looked down and chuckled. "Again, do you like me?"

"What–"

"I didn't kiss Eunji back that afternoon. I stood there not knowing what to do when I saw you because that day, I realized what I was really feeling for you and I didn't wanna admit it to myself that quick." He said and looked through your eyes. "And I'm still afraid – that's why I'm asking you this once and for all, Y/n."

He paused for a bit, mustering up all the courage he had, then caressed your face and pecked your lips. "Do you like me now?"

You remained silent, not really taking in what was happening but one thing's for sure.

You already fell. Hard.

"Because I do, Y/n. Harder than you can ever imagine."

oKAY this may be cringe??? for some 🤮 but i'm feeling all soft rn bc boyfriend pjm & i just finished watching to all the boys for like the 10th time ok bye ily :(

[hcourageous]

listen OP i get it, you're head might be so far up your own ass it's probably hard to see facts but let me lay them out for you nice and simple

zack snyder directed justice league

it's his movie

he is in charge

he built it

those scenes whedon shot?

zack wrote them and selected them and made it all nice and neat

zack had the whole thing planned to the last detail

whedon followed that plan

he had no scenes of his own design

only zacks

that simple enough?

i know it's been hard man, i know you hate my man big Z. i know you wanna hate him so bad. but bro, my guy, just say JL looks good. it's okay. i promise. just say "hey this looks good". i know it'll stick in your throat a bit, it'll get caught up in all that undeserved hatred for zack snyder, but just swallow it down and say "hey this looks good." you can do it.

this isn't joss's movie. it's zacks. it's ZACK SNYDERS MOVIE. his. he did it. his scenes. everything about it. ALL ZACKS. facts ain't changing just because you've elected to ignore them. get on board or get the fuck out my guy.

wanna give credit where credit is due? due to Zack Snyder my good man. i'm sure he'd appreciate a tweet or two about how phenomenal this film looks. go ahead, i'll wait.

Credit where credit is due, Joss Whedon just might have made Justice League watchable. 

Cyborg still looks like shit, and so does some of the effects. But the damage has been done I suppose. But I think all of us should thank Joss Whedon for coming in and saving this movie. 

Thank you Joss. Thank you, for making characters that have been beloved for decades likable again. 

Except for Wonder Woman, Patty Jenkins handled that one.  But hey, introducing color and making Superman smile. You know that’s pretty revolutionary Joss. So good going there.