#and if you hate it you hate tom

[casscainmainly]

Duke insulting Jason Todd for no reason oh Duke nation we are so back

[taiturner]

Tom Hopper as Luther Hargreeves The Umbrella Academy ☂️ The Final Season Teaser

[chowchulo]

You’ll never guess my favorite ship

I’m THANKFUL for this shitty ship that’s been haunting me the past 7 years

[bad-system]

KCD as a franchise has been so refreshing in a sense that the game allowed such a casual but respectful depiction of queer love and that the (main) actors have been interacting with the queer part of the fandom so openly and it's genuinely such a new experience for me. everything from the queer romance in KCD2, to luke dale showcasing queer fanart way before KCD2 was announced, to now tom and luke doing an interview with a trans + queer creator. it's been an absolute joy.

[magiefish]

Seeing people post-The Well going “Tenth Doctor Girls We Won!” as if they haven’t been consistently winning for the past billion years:

[thatimageoftomscott]

"i usually like tom but he is so annoying on jet lag" if you can't handle tom scott at his most insane, anxious, competitive and neurotic maybe you never deserved him in the first place !!!!

[apathetik12]

Hot Take: Tom and Maddie are just Stobotnik if they weren’t evil and were instead domestically married.

People just don’t like them as much because they aren’t gay.

[wherearedagrapes]

I never really understood the criticism that movie Sonic does not value freedom the way his game counterpart does. He does — it's just that freedom looks different to him. While the Sonic in the games chooses to be a rolling stone, always moving place to place, often alone, the Sonic in the movies is basically forced to live on the run by himself. It's not his choice to be alone, it’s not his choice to keep moving, and he doesn't get to choose where he goes. Freedom means having a choice. So of course freedom to the Sonic in the movies means having the choice to slow down and plant roots somewhere, having the choice to socialize and form connections with people, having the choice to have a home, when those are choices he's been denied his entire life.

[eastgaysian]

roman basically going to kendall after firing gerri like For the love of god someone please stop me and kendall going up on stage after roman backs out like If someone stops me i am going to fucking die and shiv neatly scheduling her grief so that no one gets any insight into her trajectory at all. Guys the portal. look at the portal

[brightmalcolm]

None of you care if my father lives or dies. And what if he did? I'll tell you what, you would be free.

[brodyfoxxsmassivetits]

under new management?....

after bing mysteriously... disappeared?? evaporated???some other third thing... LARRY!!! Is stuck dealing with whatever business their lab did

.. frankly he's not really SURE

oh and you know has a handful of free labour in form of those left over clones they made of those..guys

larrryy.... hart emoji<3

[nessa-harp]

So I find myself binge reading a lot of Sonic 3 fanfiction on AO3 and I noticed that many of these fanfics involve Shadow being adopted by the Wachowski’s or Agent Stone.

Content warning: child abuse, corporal punishment.

While most of them are rather innocent, I unfortunately came across a fanfic series that had age regression themes involving Tom and Maddie spanking their children, including Shadow even though he’s a super-powered teenager. As someone with a troubled childhood, it was unsurprising that I did not like what I just read. (which was my fault because I forgot to read the tags.) Usually, I would simply ignore these stories because, at the end of the day, it’s just a super OOC Sonic fanfic (water is wet) that was made as an obvious outlet for the author, but it’s got me thinking…

For one, hitting Shadow as punishment for bad behavior would cause more harm than good. While yes, Gerald spanking Ivo was meant to be a funny throwaway scene to show how childish Ivo was being, it may imply that Gerald used corporal punishment against those under his care. Like, the guy is old fashioned. (and by old fashioned, I mean sexist as hell.)

It wouldn’t surprise me that Gerald or others harmed Shadow in such a way whenever he misbehaved. If Maddie, Tom, or Stone used the same method against Shadow, it would most likely exacerbate his trauma because it would remind him of a time when he was simply an experiment to be used and controlled, a time when he was never allowed to disobey a human or make a mistake or else he’d be harmed.

I’m actually surprised fanfic writers who enjoy Shadow the Hedgehog angst haven’t explored this possibility. Just imagine Agent Stone hating Gerald even more because he eventually discovers that Gerald used to hit Shadow because the poor hedgehog would flinch whenever someone lifted their hand with an open palm.

(Yes, I like the idea of Stone adopting Shadow more than the Wachowskis. Sonic’s family is already overwhelmed with having three mobian children in their house. I doubt they’d open up their home to someone who almost killed one of their family members. I’m sure Tom and Maddie are very forgiving people but not to that extent.)

[lucysgraybird]

⋆｡𖦹° i mean camaraderie! °𖦹｡⋆

part 2 of the short 'n sweet series

modern!WILLIAM H. BONNEY (BTK) x fem!reader

warnings: smut (18+), dry humping, oral, potentially unrealistic refractory period, penetrative sex, there was supposed to be more plot but i got lazy

a night out on your own isn't exactly your perfect idea of fun, but there are worse things to be doing on a friday. in a dress that doesn't leave quite enough to the imagination with glitter smeared on your eyelids, you're just about the picture of a girl on the town, and you intend to make the most of it. you've claimed a seat and a cocktail (generously, little more than liquor and juice) at the shitty bar you've wandered into, and dedicated yourself to some intense people watching.

and boy, were there people to watch.

most importantly, a man sitting at a table across the room with his legs spread wide. such was a trait you normally found unattractive in men, but as he wasn't inconveniencing anyone with his need to lay claim to his space, you let it slide. with thick dark curls that curved out from the nape of his neck like little wings and crystalline eyes, he would almost be more pretty than handsome if it wasn't for an inherent ruggedness in his being, in the slouch of his shoulders and the cut of his jaw and his lazily buttoned shirt and the way he reaches down to adjust his pants- oh, wow.

anyways, he's caught your attention partially because of his genuine attractiveness and partially because you've been able to feel the weight of his gaze on you since you walked in. you're waiting to see which one of you will break first.

as it turns out, it's him, the click of his boots heavy as he walks over when you tear your eyes away to take a sip of your drink.

"hiya, miss."

and oh, you're done for. he's got the sweetest little drawl and the slightest curve to full, pink lips, and those two words are spoken with such a genuine cordiality that it almost makes you cry. it's as though he should be touching the brim of a cowboy hat at you as you take your morning prom, rather than sidling up in some run-down dive.

he's an angel. you have to fuck him.

"hello," you say, crossing your legs. his big eyes drop to follow the slight movement, and you don't miss the way they stutter over your body on their way back to your face.

he clears his throat. "i'm billy."

his hands are fiddling with the hem of his pearl-snap button down.

you introduce yourself with a gentle smile, taking pity on the poor boy's obvious nerves. "i felt you watching me."

"i didn't mean anything...funny by it. i thought you were pretty and i couldn't help but stare. you know how it is." he's moved now to lean on the bar next to you, facing out towards the room with his elbows braced on the wooden top.

glancing up at him, you say, "do i?"

"don't think i couldn't feel those eyes of yours on me, darlin'," he replies, and when he flicks his gaze back down to you, it's different. heavier, darker. he might be the picture of polite, but he's not shy - or inexperienced, if you had to guess.

there's a beat of silence, a taught string holding to see if it'll have to snap on its own or if someone will take a knife to it and put it out of its misery.

"do you wanna get out of here?" billy asks, and the second you nod, he's threading his hand through yours and tugging you out the door.

outside, he sneaks a chaste, silly kiss against your lips, a smile on his that you would classify as drunken if he hadn't just displayed wonderful conversational sobriety. it sparks something in your chest, a kind of carnal need you've never felt before, and you're surging to kiss him for real. he's responding in kind without much of a reaction time, pressing one large hand to the small of your back and using the other to tip your face up towards his. this creates an effective angle for him to lick into your mouth - he tastes like whiskey and smoke - as he steers you both into an alley and presses you up against the brick wall.

"someone could see," you mumble when the kiss breaks so that neither of you asphyxiate on pure desire. you're still so close you can feel the way his breath hiccups against the thin skin of your lips, and you might just go insane.

"i'll cover you," billy replies, like it's the simplest thing in the world.

he curves his broad body over you as he starts to press kisses to your cheek and jaw, revelling in the way your breath shakes when you exhale. when his tongue sneaks out at your pulse point and laves the skin there, you have to grab onto his bicep for stability. your free hand sliding into his hair coaxes a low groan out of him and the vibration almost makes you buckle, your whole body feeling raw and hot like a live wire stripped to its copper core. billy nudges his knee between your legs to keep you upright, and the way it brushes against the most sensitive part of you elicits a bitten-back moan.

"you like that," he says, and it's not a question.

his hands slide down to your hips, guiding them back and forth on his thigh, and the combination of the seam of the shorts you're wearing under your dress (you wanted to look hot, but you're not stupid) and the feeling of his firm muscle under you makes your head spin. as you start to rock against him of your own accord, his mouth returns to your neck where he muffles his own sounds into kisses and bites. the way he drags his teeth over the taut tendon at the same time you manage to rock against the hard line of his desire makes you cry out, and billy captures your mouth in a fierce kiss.

"shh, baby, gotta be quiet," he murmurs. "wouldn't want anyone hearing how good you're making yourself feel on my thigh."

you know he's just as affected by this as you are, but he's managing to keep his head much further on his shoulders despite it and it's maddening.

when your movements speed up, he starts talking again.

"there you go, pretty girl. take what you need, okay? fuck, you're gorgeous. you look so good like this, darlin', you're gonna ruin me."

the rumble of his voice in your ear has you feeling very much like he's going to ruin you, actually, a coil of heat twisting in your belly to the point where you can't decide whether you want to get closer or get away.

"billy, billy," you whine, hands twisting in his shirt. "oh, oh, i'm gonna-"

"atta girl, honey, you gonna cum on my thigh? this all it takes to get you all worked up?"

he's teasing but it's almost sweet; there's a distinct tone of wonder in his voice as he pulls back to watch the way your lashes flutter and your lips part around a gasp. when you manage to confirm how close you are, he pulls his leg away just before you finish, tight hands spanning your waist keeping you upright. the frustrated look you give him has him huffing out a laugh and kissing your nose.

"wanna fuck you for real, honey," billy hums. "and i'm not doing that in an alleyway."

and okay, maybe you're a little stupid, because you're walking home with him and fumbling with your keys while he presses against your back and lets you feel all of him, then presses you up against the wall in your entryway and kisses you like he needs it to live. his hands are making quick work of the zipper at the back of your dress and pushing the straps off your shoulders, lips following nimble fingers over your collarbone and down your chest. the heat of his tongue over your nipple has you arching towards his mouth with a whimper. before you can process it, he's on his knees in front of you, hands around your hips. he thumbs the waistband of your shorts.

"can i take these off?"

when your brain catches up with your body and you figure out what he's offering to do, you immediately start, "oh, you don't have t-"

"'s that what i asked?" billy's looking up at you with soft eyes, his thumbs rubbing over your hip bones.

you shake your head. the tender way he's treating you juxtaposed with what he wants to do is stirring an aching want in your chest that drips like lava to burn in the cradle of your pelvis.

"so...can i take these off?"

but when you nod, his hands don't move.

"words, please," he murmurs, and kisses just below your navel.

"yes, god, please, billy, just-"

in one swift motion, billy yanks down your shorts and panties to leave them dangling around one ankle and lift the other to hook over his shoulder, and then his mouth is on you. licking and sucking, his goal seems to be to make as much of a mess of you as possible. he alternates kitten licks at your clit with sweeping strokes with the flat of his tongue. there's a pleasure-pain mix where his hands dig into your thighs to hold you still and upright as you try to writhe against his tongue, and it's dizzying. when he fucks his tongue into you, he uses his nose (intentionally or otherwise, you can't be sure) to maintain a hard pressure against your clit, and it's dragging you to your precipice embarrassingly fast. you're dimly aware of the way his hips are moving, the brush of denim against the shin of your (not-so) supporting leg, but you don't have the wherewithal to think anything of it. before you can even think to warn him, you're coming with a moan of his name, giving a short tug to his curls when he mouths at you through your orgasm. the sheen of your pleasure is smeared around his nose and lips, and there's a haze in his eyes like he's high off the taste of you.

"you taste good," he says, a gravel to his voice that makes you want to tug him up so you can drop to your knees.

which is, in fact, what you try to do, and he just clutches tighter at your hips and tips his forehead to rest against your tummy with a breathless chuckle.

"just...give me a second, honey."

it's then that you notice the way his body's trembling slightly and the - it might just be the lighting of your entryway - slightly darkened patch on the front of his trousers.

"did you...?"

billy gives you a cheeky, wry grin. "you taste really good."

minutes later, he has you leading him to your bedroom. it proves to be a difficult enough task because neither of you can spend more than ten seconds without kissing the other, so there's quite a bit of unsuccessful tumbling before the back of his knees hits the bed and you go tumbling on top of him. immediately, you're fumbling at his belt and freeing him from the confines of his pants. he groans as his cock springs up, rock hard and a pretty shade of red. an involuntary whimper sneaks out of you - he's big. not, like, monstrous, but definitely large enough that you can expect a dizzying stretch.

billy's hands drift over the fat of your hips, caressing. "everything okay?"

a beat, then: "i want to ride you."

he blinks. "well, i'm not going to say no."

you raise up to ease down onto him with his help, and you were right about the stretch. soaked as you are, there's a distinct burn that has your chin tipping down to your chest. when you're fully seated, he's pressing against every spot imaginable inside you, and the experimental roll of your hips sends verifiable sparks flying up your spine. billy leaves one hand on your hips, guiding your rhythm, and the other comes up to cup your chest as he looks up at you in wonder.

"you're so- shit, beautiful," he strangles out. "prettiest girl i've ever seen and i'm lucky enough t...fuck, to see you like this? god, you're squeezing me like a fuckin' vice, darlin', i'm not gonna last-"

and again, his coherence in this moment amazes you, because it feels like the push of his dick in your cunt sent all thoughts flying right out of your head, but as you brace your hands against his chest and start to move faster, he starts to be affected in the same way. his muttered oaths mix with your whines and cries, and soon he's scrabbling at your skin.

"hold on, baby, i'm gonna- just-"

without the mental means to finish his sentence, he flips the two of you over and pushes back into you, one hand flying down to rub your puffy clit. your head tips back and you stammer out a warning before your vision whites out with the force of your orgasm. billy ruts into you once, twice more before he's pulling out and fisting himself, painting sticky ropes over your stomach with a broken groan of your name. when he falls over you, both of you panting, he keeps his elbows braced by your head so you don't take his full weight. after a while, he laughs.

"what?" you say, just barely returned to yourself enough to process your surroundings.

"probably should've bought you dinner first," he breathes. you smack his shoulder; he kisses the corner of your mouth and goes to find a cloth to clean the both of you up with. hazy and sated, there's a sneaking warmth in your chest with the feeling that this isn't the last time this'll happen - and that there might be a relationship beyond it in the near future.

[afrowrites]

The Princess and the Farmboy Part One

(Sorry I keep using the same gif lol)

Ok so this one is a little bit of a short one, only because I felt really bad that I didn't post this and I had huge writers block. I will post the full fic by the end of the month (hopefully)

Clark Kent x Black Reader.

Rated: Teen and up

Descrip: Your brother Lex decides that you need a break from the city and takes you to smallville, You think your gonna go insane from ennui. Then you (Un)fourtunately fall into the arms of one titular Farmboy.

“Mercy, tell me why I have to leave the comfort of Metropolis to go to Swampville.” you whine

“Smallville,” Mercy corrects you. “Master Luthor enjoys the small town vibe and he has friends here he wants you to meet.” You scoff and roll your eyes. 

You hail from the richest of the richest, after your parents were robbed and murdered Lionel (out of the blue I add) decided that Lex could use a playmate so he adopted you. You and Lex became attached at the hip. You needed him when the memories of your parents haunting faces marred your mind, and he needed you when Lionel was too much. 

Your car stops, you hear a knock on your side of the car. “(Y/n) you wanna come outside.” You hear your adoptive brother’s voice. The door opens as you take his hand. The surrounding area looks so boring to you it almost makes you barf.

 “Mmm, gotta love that clean air.” Lex sighs. “I don’t know how you could like this place it’s so… boring.” you groan. You and him take a stroll on the bridge not knowing that just across the way a strong tall annoying boy is within earshot.

“I think you’ll start to like it here, It’s great when I need a break and trust me you need one.” Lex meant well when he brought you here. He’s noticed that you’ve thrown yourself into school and work more often, rarely having time for friends or fun.

The bridge starts to crack ever so slightly and Clark taking a walk hears this, he’s cautious but near.

“Fine I’ll try to stay here but the minute something goes wro-” You sooner eat your words as you suddenly fall into the water below Lex with you in tow. Something wizzes past you both, you see Lex get pulled out of the water, He’s sopping wet as Mercy goes to check on him suddenly your pulled out of the water. You cough for a bit letting your eyes adjust when you see the cutest guy you have ever seen in your life. He’s tall, has pretty green/blue eyes and his hand is on your boob right now.

 “Um… your hand.” You nod to his hand. “Oh my god I am so sorry!” he screeches in your ear. He stands you up, Lex starts “You know you always seem to be there whenever I need saving.” Lex joked. 

You just stood there stewing in anger, your wet clothes sticking to you, your sew-in starting to puff up. Yeah you're done with this, “Lex can we go, my hair is soaking wet, I’m cold as hell. We need to go now!” You screech that last line out spooking the annoyingly tall good looking boy standing next to him. 

“She’s a bit annoying, isn’t she.”, “Dude watch it, she’s my sister.” Lex rebuttals.

“I’m annoying, no, what's annoying is that I got dropped in six feet of cold water, My hair is messed up, and now I am stuck in this hick town for god knows how long, And you TOUCHED MY BOOB!” 

Lex and Clark go wide eyed as you hobble to the car with Mercy in tow, “OH AND YOU OWE ME A NEW PAIR OF THAT’S SO KATES!” you yell down to them.

[i-may-be-an-emu]

I’m not even suprised

[starrycomics]

Does anyone else still think about the fact that instead of the Ric Grayson arc, the original pitch was that Tim takes over the Nightwing mantle while Dick recovers from his head wound and vertigo?

And that we could’ve had a Dick Grayson, a man who has been a hero since he was eight years old, reckoning with the fact that he’s forced to mentor from the sidelines while Tim takes up another mantle he created, knowing it’s good and necessary but still holding onto some bitterness? And Tim, a boy trying to live up to another legacy of a hero he’s spent his whole life admiring, trying to adapt his style to match Nightwing’s while struggling with his own physical limitations as a vigilante? Imagine the cyclical stories we could have had - Dick watching a boy younger than he was taking on Blockbuster and the BPD, maybe watching him loose like he did, broken down like he was, and not able to do a thing about it?

I think about it a lot