#based on a tiktok

[frownyalfred]

Jason showing up at Dick's precinct in Bludhaven in the full Red Hood costume: hey Dick, look at this huge moth that I found --

Dick: get that out of here --

Jason: *releases mutant moth into the precinct and runs out* whoops, there it goes

Dick: you fucker --

[picory]

born to say Yippie!

[welcometosasakiworld]

DPXDC prompt #29

Everything was perfect, Jason has an amazing girlfriend, the pit is quieter, and he is getting along well with his family. The only thing he didn't like it was his family demands in meeting his girlfriend, soon to be wife if he got the courage to ask her brother for permission.

Tim: So... how did you guys meet, Jason is considered the 'black sheep'?

God bless his soul, his girlfriend decided to be gremlin.: Oh, everybody has a bad cousin that teaches you a few things... like how to smoke, how to pick-pocket, how to hot-wire a car, how to put tacks on your shoe when you want to throw off a lie-detecting test. :)

Jason: Which cousin was this?

Danielle 'Chaotic Little Shit' Fenton: *whisper to jason* I am the cousin... *throw a smile towards his family*.

[the-avenger-danvers]

Carol:

Kamala somewhere in the background:

BOMBASTIC SIDE EYE!!!

[iguessthisisanewobsession]

Duke had the time of his life that afternoon.

He wasn’t as talented in dancing as Cass but when she had asked him if he wanted to join her for an improv duet dance challenge he agreed with little fuss.

He did not know that the duos were random too.

He can’t complain, his partner Danny was talented and was clearly having just as much fun as he was dancing to usher in front of strangers.

[carpyow]

Sterek fic idea based on a tiktok, the one inspired by Conan Gray's wish you were sober.

Stiles has a crush on his older brother's best friend(or best friend's older brother, either one works), Derek, however only sees Stiles as a little kid.

*Montage of Stiles being absolutely in love with Derek and Derek treating Stiles like a kid or calling him kid*.

:Derek calls Stiles while drunk because he needs help getting home, and while Stiles puts Derek to bed, Derek tells him he wants to kiss him. Derek falls asleep and Stiles tells him he wish he was sober.

*Derek obviously forgets about it, Stiles of course does not*

:Derek gets in a serious relationship, Stiles is obviously heartbroken. Lydia helps Stiles get over derek by setting him up on dates, none of them go well.

:Stiles meets Parrish and they just click together so they start "dating" . Derek finds out about it by seeing them out on a date and being all sweet. He gets jealous and angry but is also confused and in denial so he thinks he's just being overprotective and brotherly.

*Cora or someone else points out that nothing about his feelings and actions scream brotherly, cue realization of feelings and breaking up with partner who knew about Derek's feelings way before Derek knew about his*

(idk what else happens)

Obviously Derek and Stiles ends up together and live happily ever after.

[zhenniguan]

[annabellelupin]

marlene: ok look when a baby cries they get boobs put in their mouth and they stop crying

marlene: im just saying the next time i cry-

dorcas: are you being serious right now

marlene: i mean if you're going to call me a baby anyways-

[jeonjungkookenthusiast1997]

Stray Kids are my happy place 💜

Based on this tik tok by lino1zq:

[asteriass]

What happens when Lali is mad at Rupert

[Modern day YMPSMTT AU]

[Based off of this tiktok by valbentley72]

[rivangel]

Armin would find a bug in his salad and apologize to it for drenching it in balsamic vinaigrette 💔

[zerokrox-blog]

Based on this tiktok

The Anything but a Backpack Day in Hawkins High was started by a group of seniors who thought it would be a hilarious prank but it caught fire, it became a thing in the school. And it happened the week before exams as something to have fun with before the week's finals. 

Teacher’s had fun as well by not carrying their briefcases and instead following tradition they had to use something else. Some didn’t bother and just carried in their few notebooks. Some were creative and used whatever they had available. Miss Green, the gym teacher, used an old shoe box. Another teacher used a flower pot. 

So as the students came into the school the principal and teachers stood by the front doors seeing what people came in with as well as greeting students.

There were the typical, toy strollers, some boy came in with a brightly coloured piece of sheet metal holding his books. Two girls came in with their school books in matching red toy grocery-store carts. Munson and his friends all came in with their books a bright red wagon, which also carted Gareth who had broken his leg. One person carried their book in a pet carrier, while someone else was using a scooter. Some people used nothing, just their arms. Someone had taken a stuffed animal and turned it into a carrier. A boy in twelfth grade used a small driven lawn mower. Chrissy Cunningham came in with her books in a heavy looking tool box. Some of the basketball team used different tackle boxes. Billy Hargrove used an old tire to hold his books. 

A student came in with a large cardboard box. A girl who used a walker came in with her books neatly stacked in it, with a piece of cardboard around the back so no books would fall through. A few boys came in with their books in bike-baskets. One girl came in with her books in an old microwave. A boy was holding his younger brother who was wearing a backpack. Another boy was using an old baby sling. A girl was using a baby carrier. A random jock was using a baby car seat and another used a booster seat. 

Nancy Wheeler came in with her books in a large suitcase while Jonathan Byers carried his in an old suit bag. A few more students were using a wheelbarrow. 

The teachers were laughing. It was very funny. But then someone gasped and everyone looked up Miss Green, the gym teacher lost it. Steve Harrington was carrying an entire dishwasher on his back. He waved and both doors opened to let him in. Principal Higgins tried to help but Steve waved him away, not even sweating.   

“Steve.” Miss Green couldn't help but laugh, “why are you using a dishwasher?” 

Steve shrugged and gave a smile, “well it’s not a backpack and it wasn’t installed yet sooo I figured why not?” 

The student’s in the hallway laughed hysterically at his blase response. 

It was another successful Anything but A Backpack Day in Hawkins High.

[jackalopes-pen]

The Real Monster

Based on: Tiktok by @king.kai.2

WARNING: Unsympathetic Patton | Remus being.. Remus | An inordinate amount of swearing | Hurt/Comfort

Summary: Patton is an asshole, then it's a dukeceit hurt/comfort

A/N: I’m back from the dead. Did you miss me?

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“You’re a monster!” Janus exclaimed, his accusation ringing off the empty walls of canyon leading down to the subconscious

Patton returned it with a heartless, cold laugh. “Trying looking in a mirror.” The setting sun gave his sky blue eyes a wicked glow. With the flick of a wrist the chains binding the yellow side pulled him off the surface into the abyss below, letting go when it was too late to stop his descent.

He fell, the wind swirled around him like tentacles and though the fall was all too familiar it felt like a taunt when not by choice. The very darkness at the bottom seemed a mocking grin. Janus let his body fall until the ground approached, using the shadows around him to get away just before the ground and appear in their humble.. mess of living quarters.

Shadow walking was a rather valuable skill when it came to falls, when the light disappeared so could he. Janus was one of two sides able to do it, the other being Remus after begging to be taught. Now wasn't the time to dwell on that though.

What mattered was that the light[core] sides were ruled by a dictator and his name was Patton. Janus had attempted many a coup in the past to no avail. This time was a particularly bitter defeat, as not only did Thomas witness this, harming his chances of actual success, but he took a physical toll in the form of 3 sword wounds (courtesy of Roman), 16 scales stolen for 'research', and a choice dagger from Virgil to the ribs.

While ordinarily a core side could heal these in a matter of seconds, a non-core side/dark side, (thanks, Roman) had a bit more trouble. You see, by living and working in the subconscious they weren't given the attention, care, nor power to expend on instantaneous healing. Instead, they either had to ask a healer like Roman or Patton to help [which never happens] or deal with it until it goes away on it's own only mildly sped due to being imaginary. In total, the wounds would likely take around 7 months in total. The dagger would probably be the last to fade due it's depth and potence. Yet, it would take longer if he couldn't find the first-aid kit. WHERE THE FUCK DID IT GO?!

"Remus! Did you steal the first aid to drink the rubbing alcohol again?" Janus yelled out.

Remus emerged from the hallway leading down to their rooms. "What if I did- the hell happened to you? And why didn't ya tell me so I could watch??" Remus whined towards the end.

"It was.. unexpected. But in short, Roman, Virgil and Patton happened." Janus said gesturing to various wounds.

"Shit. Did Thomas see it?"

"Yes, in fact he asked Roman to handle 'it'" Janus said tired. An 'it' what lows had he fallen to? The room began spinning and he clutched the counter.. no, don't you dare pass out.

"Damn, that makes a good nightmare! Blooding spilling from his chest and slowly picking his skin away, then suddenly-" Remus was cut off from his excited spiral by a thud on the linoleum kitchen floors. "Dee? Where the fuck- oh. OH SHIT! SHITSHITSHITSHITSHIT! Don't fucking die, don't you fucking dare! Just.. um.. fuck!"

Double D was laying motionless on the ground, red spilling out around him. Remus wasn't much for fixing wounds but this is Dee. He's an exception. Remus hoisted the snake into a bridal carry, he's not exactly a heavy side, and laid him on the couch. Remus levitated the med kit as he wrapped gauze around the sword wounds close to the waist, and put a massive plaster on the dagger spot.

Janus' vision was blurred but clearing up. Fuck, he passed out. He looked to over to see a rare sight. Remus had a looked of concern and concentration on his face. It was almost nice to see him care like that.

"Dee! Don't ever fucking pass out on me again!" Remus said clutching Janus' upper arms. Janus winced involuntarily, causing pure concern to Remus' expression "Sorry, sorry."

"It's.. fine Remus. Let me handle it from here." Janus reached for the kit only to see his hands betray him by shaking in front of him.

"Nah, I think I got this. Also, did ya see your own hand?? Hell no."

"Ugh. Fine." Janus spat

"Now, where's the last juicy detail for tonight's revenge stabbing dream?"

"There, be gentle.. please?" Janus pointed to his left upper arm.

Then Remus found where the scales were missing. It was a massive spot of raw flesh where glistening green scales used to be, now bleeding like a waterfall. He worked more careful then he ever had in his life, slowly cleaning up until he found the source and wrapping it tight. Janus winced in response. and the gauze was loosened slightly. Red was already seeping through the bandage to the surface despite three layers of wrapping.

"I'm gonna kick that froggy ass into the fucking sun, this shit is a) my god damn territory, b) fucking overkill as hell and c) done to my lover- friend. yes.." Remus' cheeks flushed slightly.

"Ah.. your lover? Is that what you want us to be?" Janus smirked

"Shut up, you ding-dong ditched death." Remus crossed his arms and turned away

"We can't die, darling. I would've just.. been an emblem for a bit."

"Don't call me 'darling like that.. and I know but... maybe I need someone to talk to sometimes." Remus was clearly struggling for words.

"Right, of course. You totally don't pet names in spite of the many you've given myself and others."

"I- Well- SHUT THE FUCK UP!" Remus spat out, flustered. "I'm gonna go work on my nightmare. So... just... stop it.!?"

Remus rushed out of the room, slamming his door moments later. Leaving Janus alone on the ratty, piece of cloth, patches and stuffing they called a couch. He lifted himself to be upright, with some difficulty and at last stood up to go to his room.

He treaded over and gently closed the door behind him. It was a shame his dominant hand would now be more difficult to use. He put on a loose yellow t-shirt, some fresh trousers to sleep in and put away his gloves, hat, capelet, and bloodstained shirt and pants. Laundry was going to interesting and he would have to sew up those holes. That was for later though. Janus could afford a bit of time for a nap before getting to his actual duties.

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After roughly an hour, Remus' Magnum- go-fuck-yourself-Patton-Opus was perfectly gory and grotesque. He went to tell Jany in the living room, but he wasn't there. He felt a panic in his chest, and almost went to pummel his brother for stealing an nearly-corpse, when he thought maybe that hypocrite went to his room and pushed it instead of resting on the couch.

Remus opened the door, and saw Dee taking a nap, with an alarm set. Hypocrite. Remus turned off the alarm, and darted his eyes before landing a small peck on Dee's head. Damn, his skin is fucking soft, how the hell? Shit- he's moving! Go. Run. Hecanneverknow. RUN

[ashurastendal]

Kings identity Crisis

[fckbatmanhiskidsareminenow]

the first time dick hears jason laugh after he becomes red hood is during a time they both got kidnapped. dick was scooting his chair closer to jason’s, because no time like when you’re both ties up literally to get in some brotherly bonding, and his chair slipped causing him to fall. Jason has never laughed harder in his life.

[moechies]

“‘s okay, calm down pretty girl,” suna purrs.

you whine, suna’s fingers coming up to comb through the soft locks of your hair. his cock slips out from under you, missing your cunt before dragging across your thigh.

suna almost laughs; laughs at the naivety of your actions. how could a girl in her 20s not know how to sit on cock? but much less is expected from a virgin, he presumes.

he sees your pretty bulbs well up with tears in frustration, a light blush crawling up to your cheeks as you nibble on your bottom lip; so he decides to play it nice.

“i—i can’t! c—can’t do it, help me, rinnie!”

“shh,” he chuckles, pressing a plush kiss against your puffed cheek. “rinnie will teach you, okay?”

you huff, not in acceptance or denial; you want him to do it all! you want him to lay you down and take you there, and not have to go though all of this humiliation. but he insists; insists that it’ll hurt less, and it’ll feel better quicker. but truly, it’s just to see you like this.

all teary and frustrated, with the cutest pout on your face. he thinks you look like a doll.

“line yourself up with the tip,” he whispers, laying back once again, leaving all of the work for you. you do as you’re told, taking a hold of his cock with writhe, shaky fingers. you lift the heavy weight from his stomach, pointing the bulbous tip peripheral to your fat slit.

“g—good,” he breathes, a warm hand coming to envelop your shaky thigh. “now press the tip against your slit, like they’re kissin.’”

suna chuckles when you huff at his poor choice of words, but you do just so, lowering yourself onto his cock just so his cock head sits within your slit.

“almost there,” he groans at the mix of your twos juices from below, breathes shaky. surely it hadn’t been his first time, but this was so damn intimate. it made him nervous. “yeah, now press yourself onto him.”

and you do; feeling your walls clasp against the fat of his cock. it's overwhelming for the both of you; and he was sure you'd fail to get him inside again. "rin—!” you gasp, a lilt burn in your cunt. you want him to make it all go away. “b—burns, rin, help,”

he shushes you gently, both hands coming to support your giving thighs from under. it's too much pressure on his sweet girl, he knows. but it would've been such a pity to miss this sight; your eyes lidded, lips swollen and plush, and entire body flexed with a thin coat of sweat that paints you, and it makes you look like gold.

“that’s it , takin’ me so well, angel girl. mhm.” he sighs, lowering you to grind onto his tip. you whine at the intrusion, in disbelief that you’d have to take any more than this some day. it’s so thick.

“r—rin,” you cry, hips following the movements of his leading hands, “it feels s—so good!” you moan. oh, you’re distracting him, gorgeous girl. suna’s left hand slips from under, allowing your weight to pummel your cunt further onto his dick on accident.

“fuck, sorry baby.”

you squeal in a slight pain, fist clenching against his shoulder. you throw your head back unintentionally, throat dry with a hoarse gasp.

suna holds still, and it feels a lot better once you’ve settled down. “feels better angel? c’mon, tell rin.” you mewl in content, giving him a short peck on the lips. “m-mhm, feels better.. hnn—“

you’re a sweet little thing, and he adores every single inch of you.

“kay, doll. ‘s time to make rinnie feel good too, okay ?”