#and a dangerous criminal

[jenoutof10]

alcohol + bsd men because i remembered i have free will 🧎🎉

uncolored bcs i was originally gonna make these 3 + nikolai and sigma but got lazy 🤷 will maybe draw sigma or color in the future if i feel like it

super random post that started when i doodled dazai in my notebook while in a super boring religion class

[varpusvaras]

Titans: ...what do you have there, Roy?

Roy: oh! This is my daughter, Lian! Say hi Lian!

Titans: She doesn't much look like you...

Roy: oh yeah she takes after her mom more

Titans: and who is she?

Roy: Chessire

Titans: ......the assassin who has tried to kill us so many times?

Roy: Yep!

Titans: ......okay, warn us next time when you get into a relationship, please-

-

Roy: Hey! I know it's been a while, but I thought I should tell you, I'm dating someone!

Titans: oh, we're happy for you! Who is it?

Roy: Red Hood

Titans:

Roy:

Titans:

Roy:

Titans: .....the same Red Hood who cut off people's heads and put them in a bag, attacked the Tower and has tried to kill or maim Batman and everybody else in Gotham multiple times?

Roy: Yep! 🥰

Titans: .......we are sensing a pattern here and it's a worrying one-

[siriuslylantsov]

hellooo spencer likes his partner's lower back

goes a little lovesick everytime he sees your shirt ride up and expose your back and the curve of your hips YUPPPP

yeahhh he does (mdni, this got a little smutty i couldn't help myself)

he loves when you wear low rise jeans and tshirts that only just reach your waistband because everytime you raise your arms, that sliver of skin peeks out and he feels like a victorian man seeing an ankle for the first time. a little rush that makes him wanna dig his fingers into your hips. he does, coming up behind you and reaching out, prompting you to jolt because he was on the other side of the room 5 seconds ago. 

he’ll often have a hand splayed over the small of your back, selfishly letting it drift lower than considered decent–but how can he help himself, that little dip is so enticing–he relishes in the way you lean into his touch. he very rarely indulges in pda in front of the team, incredibly wary of the potential teasing it could bring up. but that large hand, fixed to the dip of your back, has a constant grounding presence.

spencer reid is, by all means, a missionary man, he likes being able to look at you, meet your equally blissed out gaze, and you feel the same. but every once in a while, when you need the pressure, the feel of him pushing you into the mattress. you turn on your stomach wordlessly and he jumps at the opportunity, all too eagerly. his hands latch on in an instant, pulling you back to meet his thrusts. he traces his fingers from the nape of your neck all the way down to the base of your spine, in a light reverent caress that makes you shiver. a warm palm abruptly pushes you down, causing you to arch beautifully, presenting your lower back to him on a silver platter. a possessive trance passes over him, seeing you sprawled out like that makes him want to grab, to hold, to make something tangible of how he feels. he runs adoring hands over your sides before his thumbs dig into your flesh in a vice-like grip, it doesn't hurt, but you’re sure there’ll be little purple marks tomorrow. 

he notices them the next morning as he untangles himself from your body to stretch, carefully so he doesn't wake you. the light catches on your body when the covers peel off slightly. wide, guilty, eyes stare at the expanse of skin where your his shirt had ridden up through the night. faint red and violet splotches bloomed where his fingers had been. oh no. he slowly pulls you into his arms, back flush to his chest, where he presses an apologetic kiss to your shoulder.

“i'm sorry baby.”

“f’what?” you mumble, drenched in sleep as his voice rouses you.

he rubs a soft hand over your lower back in answer, kissing your shoulder again, he pouts. “you're all bruised up.”

“oh yeah?” you giggle, like you knew they were there even though you haven't seen them for yourself. 

“why didn't you tell me?” he whines, lips pressed to your neck where he had moved the guilt ridden kisses to. 

“i liked it,” you reassure, turning your head to see him. you kiss his nose, all scrunched up in annoyance with himself. “i’m pretty sure you do too.”

he notes your intentional change in tense but he doesn’t mention it, tucking himself back into the crook of your neck as you close your eyes again. his hand drifts down, you do too, his fingers circle around the marred skin. marred by him, it seems. deviously, that guilt fades into something. pride, egged on by you pushing back into his touch. 

he can't even bear to look between your bodies, the image of your lower back marked up by him causing something dark to pool in his belly. it causes something else to stir as well.

he’ll kiss it better later :)

[radiance1]

Danny: Hey, I need you to be my boyfriend for a week.

Jason: What.

Danny: My parents are coming over and I've apparently accidentally talked about a partner more than once and only realized when they said they wanted to meet them.

Jason, currently still solidifying his power as a Crime Lord: Excuse me?

Danny: Let me get this out of the way, I do not consider you at all a person of romantical interest and a friend. But I need you to act as my partner for only a week until my parents go on their merry way over to my sister, okay?

Jason: Is there, quite literally, no one else to ask this?

Danny: You're my only friend who lives in Gotham, plus we share the same apartment.

Jason: That's almost sad.

Danny: You in?

Jason: Sure, why not.

===

Maddie: Danny, honey.

Danny: Yes mom?

Maddie: I don't mean to.... question, who you choose as your parent but. Well, me and your father was just wandering if he was a... [Maddie gestures with her hand] you know, one of those.

Danny, uncomprehendingly staring at his mother's hand: What.

Maddie: Oh dear, how do I bring this up. You know, one of those.

Danny: Mother I need more context.

Jack: If your boyfriend a crime lord!?

Maddie: Jack!

Jack: What? Beating around the bush wasn't helping!

Danny: Say WHAT?

===

Danny: Hey dude, thanks for helping with this even though you didn't need to!

Jason: No problem, I wasn't doing anything too [Crime Lord activities flash through his mind] important.

Danny: Can you believe my parents thought you were a crime lord though? Weird am I right?

Jason:

Danny: Jason. You are scaring me.

Jason: Haha, yea that's weird isn't it?

Danny: Jason.

Jason: Well, I have to leave now to attend to my totally real and totally not crime related job at the ice cream shop.

Danny: [Squints eyes]

Jason: [Internally sweating bullets]

Danny: Suuuuure, bring me back some ice cream though.

Jason: [Thumbs up and leaves]

[local-dragon-haunt]

I sure do love my strong women and pathetic men

[duusheen]

It’s been a while since Pandora last heard from her family, and suddenly, her mom texted her. Her mom… someone Pandora knows doesn’t care about her at all. A part of her is disappointed it wasn’t her dad, but on the other hand… Pandora didn’t expect Hope to be the one inviting her to the wedding, and that small gesture alone was enough to make her heart ache 💔

[luthqrs]

"There goes my sin to win weekend in Atlantic City" "Sin to win?" "Yeah... and I always win big." EMILY PRENTISS in CRIMINAL MINDS 5x20 | '...A Thousand Words'

[cookiedough77]

i think it is genuinely insane how gabriel threatened to kill felix in that one episode

"then you know all i have to do is snap my fingers to make you disapear from here, think of your mother" HELLO???

also gives felix so much more reason to be so desperate to get that peacock miraculous

the idea that gabriel could kill him with the snap of his fingers at any given moment, its terrifying

[kathegoose]

I HAD TO. THE MOMENT I CALMED DOWN. (for a wee little while that is. I AM CRAZY I AM MAD I AM NUTTERS AGAIN)

MY CUMPUTER TUMBLR IS LAGGING SO BAD HBNNNGNGBFHDHGBBG i have to use my phone !

"LESS" CRUSTY VER OOOHHFHHFJGJGGJ

THE UHH the front of the box is just straight from the og, just that i gave it some paint-ish texture to appear like an unmoving object in retro animation!!!!!!

[screwnames-ihatenames]

Apollo: *twirling his hair giggling* isn’t he cute!!

Rachel:that is a war criminal

Apollo:look he has more beige flags than red ones!!! He isn’t that baaad

Rachel:those flags are brown.. from dried up blood

Apollo:he called me cute *kicking his legs*

[shepherds-of-haven]

You've posted about this before, but it kills me every time that the character asks are all long paragraphs about each shepherds unique flavour of weird, and then you get to Red, and it's like: is normal about it

Get you a man who can be normal about things! 😂

[annabelle--cane]

god people are so stupid about drugs on this damnable website

[awesomecooperlove]

☠️☢️☣️

[mariocki]

RIP Christopher Benjamin (27.12.1934 - 15.1.2025)

"That was another reason, in a way, that I decided to give [stage acting] up, because I was getting a bit - a bit dicey with the lines. People sort of wrote down, quite often, the things I said... instead of the things I should have said. They were known as my bloopers: 'Benjamin bloopers'. Some of my inventions were very good, I must admit. My feeling was, if I dried, I had to say something - and so that something was something that amused the rest of the cast considerably, quite often."

[fantasticalleigh]

oh, how the tables have turned! >:3

[logansbluetie]

batman and robin are stuck in a death trap amd the police can't get it open. their solution is to call the riddler

this is just so funny to me