#bites fist.

[raytm]

yukine really gets me feeling some kinda way like ? ? this kid , having died really young feeling rejected , entirely alone ? ? wanting somewhere to belong ? like yeah , stealing , being shitty not great but i can entirely see why he lashes out the way he does.

[icharchivist]

so both speakers were out of commissions when Phoenix split God in two....

[feyres-divorce-lawyer]

GAY! 🫵🏾

[zephyrine-gale]

first dance

[mecachrome]

Ohhh, what number's that? Two!

[noxcheshire]

Back at it again with my Danny is mom coded au’s, but this time it’s because of Clockwork that he suddenly has a whole ass teenage kid.

Clockwork had been bored or maybe he was playing a game against an opponent, or even lost a bet, whatever it was, he stepped in right as Jason was searching for his biological mother.

The DNA that would have registered itself as one Sheila Haywood, confirming Jason’s mother, glitched a terrible green across the screens of the batcomputer.

In those few moments of chaos Jason’s heart beat rapidly as he tried to figure out why the computer wasn’t working, wondering if his only chance to find his mom — his blood mom — would never find success.

Then as suddenly as things went wrong the DNA settled and pinged.

Jason watched, his chest tight, as one Danny C. Works, formerly Danny Fenton appeared onto the big screen.

Danny looked a lot like Jason, short cut black hair more straight than the subtle curls of Jason’s own; deep blue eyes, tired in a way that spoke of long days and nights, but with a warm happiness that made the familiar smile — the one Jason would see on himself every time he looked into the mirror — even more striking.

Jason didn’t linger too long on the male identifying gender, nor the fact his mom leaned more towards a masculine name or clothing.

There were plenty of male to female, and female to male leaning individuals that lived in Crime Alley. He had seen it enough to not even bat an eye at it, even now. After all, in Gotham you minded your business least you find yourself in business you can’t leave.

On a different monitor information of Danny C. Works piled for Jason to quickly browse through.

Danny was a senior engineer, no intimate relationships, and with no close connections to family outside of the tentative calls from Jasmine Fenton.

Danny was estranged from Jack and Madeline Fenton, a falling out that had occurred just a little before Danny’s high school graduation. If Jason calculated it correctly that would have been — around the season Jason himself would have been born.

Okay, so no grandparents then but I might have a maybe aunt. Jason scrolled further and stilled.

Twin toddlers: Dante and Danielle Works.

Jason had baby siblings.

He doesn’t let the sting of younger siblings consume him, doesn’t allow the whispering thoughts of why he had been given up when his younger siblings had been kept and so very obviously loved.

Jason took deep breathes, he didn’t have time to linger here. He had a family to get to, and a family he would get to.

It took almost all night to reach, the starlight night sky slowly and surely fading into cloudy wine as the sun rose, but Jason made it.

And when the door opened to his hesitant but firm knock, Jason was unable to speak. His mom — dad, maybe? Did they want to be mom or dad? — stood in the doorway, brows furrowed in confusion.

It was when Danny spoke his vigilante name did Jason only just realize that he was still dressed to the nine’s in his Robin costume.

[coconutdays]

tiktok is so woefully unfair

ANYWAYS

toji, sukuna, suguru, choso

[meddykip]

bathtime 🛁

twt ♡ ko-fi

[evelyn-and-art]

Oh, darling, all of the city lights never shine as bright as your eyes. I would trade them all for a minute more But the car's outside and he's called me twice, But he's gonna have to wait tonight~

Car’s Outside by James Arthur

[saphushia]

i am literally sooooo ill about ASL bros fire symbolism/themes all of the time. it drives me fucking bonkers crazy

[prince-jjae]

nsfw !!! thinking about puppy hybrid gyu with a smaller puppy hybrid reader.. thinking about how hed shove your face into the pillows, snarling mean filth into your ears as he takes you. hes fast, hard, and mean. hes forcing you to take his fat dick, splitting your poor hole apart. you were in heat, desperately clawing at him for hours and begging him to help you. now your pleas die in your throat, choking out sobs and whimpers as he ruins you.

"this is what you wanted right? to take my cock like the little breeding bitch you are?" his voice is barely more than an angry growl, ripping from his chest with a snarl against your skin. you shivered, fingers pulling at the sheets with a death-grip. you couldnt breathe, you couldnt think. all you could do was take the pounding of a lifetime, sobbing into his pillows. he hisses into your ear. "thats what i fucking thought. stupid fucking pup, doesnt even know how to speak. cant even thank me for giving you the fucking of a lifetime? cant even say a simple. fucking. thank you." he accentuats every single word with a mean thrust, your eyes blowing wide as saucers at the feeling of his knot catching your rim. he chuckles, feeling your walls flutter around him.

"oh, you like that, dont you? fucking pathetic. want me to breed you, right? so desperate for my fucking pups. pathetic puppy. let me show you what you were made for."

[ilovemesomevincentprice]

Vincent Price being interviewed on the set of The Masque of the Red Death (1964)

I love this man.

[melmedarda]

Wrath must be met with wrath.

⸻ AMBESSA, Arcane s2

[willowser]

katsuki blames the alcohol for making him stupid.

really stupid.

not that he's had a lot, but his tolerance is low for a guy of his size, and he can feel the edges of his inhibitions dulling with every drink of whatever denki has shoved in his hand. it doesn't taste like absolute shit, which is rare enough to have him indulging, just a bit, for the agency halloween party.

another sip has his head feeling a little swimmy, and before he knows it, his eyes are trailing across the room until they find you. again.

whatever the hell you're supposed to be tonight—a witch, or something else in a pointy hat—is really fucking with him, and has since you walked in. the costume isn't revealing in a sense that it's inappropriate for a work event, but it's...hugging you in all the right places. in every single one of them.

without tights, it would be on the too-short side, but—and no, katsuki can't fucking explain this—something about them is making everything worse. and your calf-high boots ain't helping, either.

it's just—your fucking—hips.

katsuki couldn't tell you what song is playing, but you're swaying back and forth to the tune and one of his canines digs into the plastic of his cup, so deeply that it makes a terrible creaking sound and dents beneath the pressure—and that's when a sharp elbow is delivered to the center of his chest.

mina is at his side when he looks, and her wide, freaky eyes scan his face before narrowing in her little shit-eating way.

"you're a pig."

katsuki chokes, and the little freak takes that as an admission of some kind.

"oh my god," she gasps, mouth falling in all her disgust and awe. "you can't even deny it!" and then she laughs, high and chirpy, and there's no way you can't hear her. "oh, you're down bad."

"cram it," he snaps, sinking his scowl into his cup. "i dunno what the hell you're talkin' about."

"you know i really thought better of you," mina sniffs effectively, turning her face up and away. "not the type to be blantly checking out somebody's ass."

katsuki bristles, and his aggrivation growns until the plastic in his hands starts to melt. "i wasn't—"

"i'm kidding!" mina snorts before flicking him in the nose, narrowly dodging the hand he swipes out at her. "quit being a baby and go shoot your shot already."

"piss. off."

but the hero is unaffected by him, simply scrunching up her face in response before turning on her heel to disappear further into the party.

she's wrong, katsuki thinks, because he's not a pig like sero or fucking dunce face or even kirishima, from time to time, who gets red in the face over a low cut shirt and a pair of tits.

fucking ridiculous, katsuki thinks, because he's way better than that.

it's just—the alcohol. that's making his lids heavy and his thoughts dark and his face hot. has him peeking at you over the lip of his cup, has him picturing you in his head when he's forced to look away.

and, well, maybe, the short cut of your dress has a little something to do with it, too—but he's keeping that shit to himself.

taking it to the grave, even.

[callmegaith]

-leans against wall seductively- wanna try some water or hop on a train of no return???