#boomerang schedules

[cartoon-network-things]

The Boomerang UK Schedule from the 26th of November to 2nd of December 2012

Taking a small break from Cartoon Network to post a throwback Boomerang schedule from the early 2010s. I specifically chose this era for mainly two reasons:

It's Nostalgic

It's a lot easier to find accurate archived listings from the 2010s than it is for the 2000s (at least from my experience)

Anyway, the first thing you'll have noticed by now (if you're aware of the main channel's state at that time) is how many more shows are actually on compared to Cartoon Network UK's. Sure, it's not exactly good, but it's somewhat better I suppose.

Another noticeable difference is the presence of a Cartoonito weekdays block running between 9am and 12pm. I don't even know the thought process behind this one. Why was Cartoonito on Boomerang when they already had a channel of their own? Besides, it's not like Boomerang's ratings at the time were doing badly, so what's the deal? It just seems odd to me. Thankfully, this didn't last very long, and was probably discontinued very shortly the following year (or the year after idk).

As for programming, we have a decent number of shows that were on that week. A little disappointing (as a fan) to see only one weekday evening slot for OG Looney Tunes, and also very weird seeing fewer Tom & Jerry airings (both Tales and the Theatrical shorts), as I recall seeing them on-air a lot more often later that same decade. I've also noticed that rather than endless airings of Scooby-Doo/Tom & Jerry, Boomerang UK REALLY LOVED The Garfield Show for some reason. I mean, the show alone took up A THIRD of the late-night slots, as well as constant marathons and special events as you can clearly see from the chart itself. Aside from that however, we do have a decent mix of both old and new shows, though the balance may have been a little off (still better than what we have today). Most of the remaining Hanna Barbera classics (apart from Scooby-Doo and Tom & Jerry) were relegated to graveyard slots (between 4am and 6am), and if you wanted to watch them but didn't have access to a working DVR, you very much had to either wake up extremely early, pull an all-nighter (NOT IDEAL) or just give up.

And for those wondering, yes, this is where Skatoony & Cramp Twins moved to after being pulled from the main network. They were also being shown on CN Too if I remember correctly. Not the best use of their overnight slots if I'm being honest. And just to quickly clear things up, "Casper (2009)" is referring to the show Casper's Scare School, which was a CGI cartoon that had a 3 YEAR GAP between seasons 1 and 2.

Yeah, I'm very much done here. Take care!

[gilverrwrites]

Can you write some more Captain boomerang, fluff head cannons I loved your last one, and really would love some more 🥺🥺🥺

Abso-friggin-loutly! Fluffy/domestic HCs P2 [P1 Here]

CWs: Jealousy, guilt tripping. None graphic mentions of unrination. Rating: General

On days off from work (I use the term work, lightly) he is such a lazy git. He’s lounging on your couch in nothing but his undies and socks, both of which are ridden with holes and thoroughly stained ‘but they’re still good tho, here, have a whiff of that’ drinking beer and watching mindless action films or guilty pleasure sit-coms. 

If you join him, he will happily spend the whole day there, unmoving until one of you has to eat or pee. 

I hope you like physical touch because he will not keep his hand off you the whole time either. Playing with your hair, stroking your skin, sneakily trying to tickle you in order to force you into a more provocative position. 

He also loves to be touched in return. Likes it when you trace your fingers over his tattoos, play with his hair. Scratch his scalp and he’ll start twitching his leg like a dog when you hit just the right spot. 

Use a pen to play dot-to-dot with his freckles and he’ll get the result tattooed permanently.

Absolutely hates doing chores, and will try just about any underhanded tactic to get out of them. 

Oh sorry, love, I forgot. I know you did ‘em yesterday, and the day before that, but I swear if you do them tonight we can do that thing you like. But you’re just soooo much better at it than I am, I always do it wrong.

No weaponised incompetence, I swear down if he fucks it up, it's because he genuinely is that dumb/has never been shown how to do it. 

Claims to be outdoorsy, but if you ever take him camping or hiking he will complain the whole time that his feet hurt (because he’s wearing inappropriate footwear) and there’s dirt on his (already filthy) coat. 

He would never admit it but he’s more reliant on his creature comforts than he lets on. 

Does, however, genuinely enjoy playing sports together, mainly footie or frisbee boomerangs. 

Can say some pretty nasty stuff during an argument. He will almost instantly regret it but is too stubborn to be the first one to apologise. Instead, he’ll do everything but say sorry until you say it first or you come to an unspoken agreement that you’ve both moved past it. 

I did the dishes, an’ I went down to that food place you like and bought back dinner. Come on babe, don’t be like that, you can’t stay mad at this face, I know ya’ can’t.

Is very much the petty jealous type, doesn’t mind you having friends/being close with people, but takes it as a personal insult when you compliment them.

Funniest person you know, I thought I was the funniest bloke you know, remember that time I made you laugh so hard your drink came out of yer nose?

I’ve got a shirt like that, you never say I look good in it. Yes, I did, I said… Oh, well I don’t remember that.

But when the shoe is on the other foot, he’s such a hypocrite, he loves it when you get jealous. Especially if he’s still stinging from his own envy, he will actively try to make you jealous. 

Loves kissing you, all the time. Got his arms wrapped around you while you’re trying to get stuff done, planting kisses up and down your neck, on any piece of skin he can reach. 

You’re not allowed to go to a different room without giving him a quick kiss before you go. Even if he isn’t in either of the rooms. 

Oi, I’ve got a bone to pick with you, you left the bedroom to get a drink and you didn’t kiss me on your way. You weren’t in the bedroom or the kitchen. Yeah, and?

He’ll take whatever kisses he can get but his favourite are the sloppy ones, tongue halfway down your throat, saliva leaking, noisy kisses. 

Brags about you constantly. Every criminal, law enforcement officer, cashier, random lady at the bus stop way more about you than they ever should. Stories are often accompanied by many candid photos of you, photos you would cringe to see if he ever revealed them to you. Man wonders why he’s so easy to find by the law, when everyone from here to Sydney knows what you look like, what you do for a living, your favourite places to eat etc. 

He also keeps polaroid pictures of you, they’re always either loose in his pockets (cause he never carries a wallet) or pinned to the wall of whatever prison cell he’s locked up in. Many of which he’s drawn on. Some doodles are pornographic but most hearts, stars, halos, and speech bubbles with illegible writing that’s supposed to say things like ‘I love you Digger’ or ‘Miss you every day’.

He doesn’t really know how to convey it but he really does cherish you.  

[boomerang109]

a panic is filling me about my halloween costume. but it’s not about the costume. it’s about my inability to prioritize myself in my own life. it’s about lying in bed all day and watching my life pass me by. it’s about the months that have passed without creation. it’s about letting life happen to me, not living it. it’s about spiraling out of control and not knowing how everybody else keeps talking to each other and knowing one another when i can’t even get out of bed.

i’m sick to my stomach with inertia. i know this and still i do not get out of bed. bed is safe and the world is not. but the safety of bed is a lie. living in bed and letting the world pass me by does not save me from the pain of life.

i want to sleep. i want to scream. i want to run. i want to disappear. i want to be seen. i want to create. i want to live a life that doesn’t feel like drowning. i want to live.

[wevelocityteampresents-blog]

It's ALL Coming Back To Us

An acquaintance shared a snippet of a schedule from Boomerang, and I was amazed at what I saw.

Am I seeing things? Reruns of old CN/Hanna Barbera shows? No original programs that belong on Cartoon Network? An ACTUAL episode of Top Cat?!

I'm honestly surprised. Boomerang is getting their groove back! They must have realized that people watch it only for the old shows and not for some more recent programs that'll get canceled after another season.

This one is a bit old. I first saw it while I was getting ready to leave the library after working on some artwork. But from the new schedules I saw, they also have reruns of The Powerpuff Girls (the old one. Not that MONSTROSITY of a reboot.), the original Ben 10, and even a few Popeye marathons in addition to the obligatory Tom and Jerry/Looney Tunes ones.

Their still missing a few shows. (Some more Hanna Barbera cartoons and shows like Swat Kats would be nice additions. Programs like Clarence, Uncle Grandpa, and Regular Show would also make for great additions to the Boomerang line-up since CN doesn't air those shows anymore.) But aside from that, Boomerang is watchable again!

I'd never thought I'd see the day.

[sokkagatekeeper]

sokka & katara are soo funny bc katara is always like sokka is SO fucking boring and lame and lazy he doesn't understand the value of waterbending and he is HEARTLESS he must be plotting his next move to sabotage my rebellion against industrialization and colonialism & the search for my destiny of becoming a master waterbender at this very moment . meanwhile sokka's like soo i have the avatar to take care of now so i guess i need to prepare for an invasion to the fn at some point? i should start thinking of building an army, make a list of allies, look for food and save as much money as i can, go after whoever ran away from the group this week, is that weird ponytail guy not giving up yet? sharpen my boomerang, stopping katara's weekly revolution from getting all of us killed, what else.... i wonder if i can train with my sword today. i'll put it in my schedule right between taking lice out of momo's hair at 2pm and evading another capture/assasination attempt at 5pm. are you proud of me, father? [girlfriend dying flashbacks playing in the background] god i wish to read a book

[rimunagenius]

Hi, I saw your writing for the famous Popstar x Caitlin Clark I was wondering if you could do her dating an actress version?

REMINDER THAT REQUESTS ARE CLOSED!! UNTIL I GET A HANDLE ON THE MANY REQUESTS I HAVENT GOTTEN TO!! IM SO GRATEFUL YOU LOVE MY WRITING, THANK YOU FOR UNDERSTANDING!! *this is also not proofread*

hi anon!! i love this idea! these are so much fun to write, so ofc!! sorry it took so long!! 💕

(HC) Caitlin Clark x actress!reader

Caitlin first noticed you when your hit debut movie came out in your sophomore year of college, 13 going on 30 (pretend reader is jennifer garner)

You made it big, still attending louisville to finish out school, you had noticed Caitlin Clark

You played basketball, a walk on your freshman year, where you played with emily engstler, one of your closest friends and that’s why you noticed caitlin

You kept up with basketball after you dropped it for acting and after emily graduated, so you were exposed to the coverage caitlin clark was getting

you had the biggest crush on her

it started off as a small attraction because of the love for the game you both shared and just because her ambition and confidence was just so attractive you couldn’t stop watching

you attended multiple games of hers after that

if you were close on a shoot whether it was modeling to promote a movie or press tours or just shooting location, you were there

you even took time off to fly out to iowa

she saw you more when you started to appear with jason sudeikis, your costar

you eventually ended up on the court with them, taking pictures with him and the team

you took that as your moment to tell Caitlin how big of a fan you were, and how you played at Louisville

you two hit it OFF

that night you posted a boomerang of you swinging your fuzzy sock clad feet, with a replay of the mystics game that night, with the caption “pov: my celebrity crush followed me back (i still love you @/em_engstler )”

for months you two hyped eachother up on your stories “omg @/youruser’s movie is so good!!” or “growing the game one clark at a time”

you both were getting bolder, your stories soon started to look like a caitlin clark fan page

that night at the game, you got Kate, Gabbie, Jada, and Caitlin’s phone numbers, so like friends do, you guys hung out all the time

Whenever you had free time from shooting, you were with them, your schedules somehow always aligning

people didn’t start to suspect a thing until you were getting photos taken by paparazzi more frequently, the pictures being you and Caitlin alone

the group hangouts happened whenever, but you and caitlin hangouts get your mind out of the gutter started to happen more frequently

it started off with paparazzi spotting you two laughing, making the best candid pics

and then you were spotted at more iowa games, home or away

and then she started to go to events with you

the other girls tagged alone to some, Caitlin being your main date

Caitlin had fallen hard

her teammates knew when you guys created a group chat and caitlin was a lot more flirtatious than the average behavior

heart emojis and very endearing compliments that friends don’t make about other friends

so that’s why when you invited her to your The Last of Us premiere, she had her lands lingering on the small of your back

standing so close to be just friends

you following along

it could be defendable if you two weren’t caught seriously get your mind out of the gutter

you two were a little drunk, stumbling infront of your hotel room, where you happened to be sharing, you couldn’t find the key in your purse

you fumbled around, the alcohol in your system making your center of gravity shift

unbalanced, you stumble a little, caitlin’s hands on your waist catching you

you looked up, your faces inches apart, and that when she leaned in and kissed you

it was so perfect until you heard a camera click, and a bright light past your closed eyelids

someone spotted you and took a picture of the whole ordeal

that’s when you two hurried up and grabbed the key, letting yourselves into the room

it only took two hours for your phones to be pinging with messages from the girls and friends and family asking about the articles and leaks

you two were relived but nervous at the amount of attention you two had been getting so quickly…

your and actress and she’s a college basketball player…how would people react or agree with this

you couldn’t care less, and apparently caitlin’s didn’t either bc she pushed you back on to the bed and just kissed you like her life depended on it

you two didn’t have to hide

maybe there’s perks in being the best collegiate player in the world…

[r3ally-bad-artblog]

Just gonna drop this before I go back to my inconsistent posting schedule

instagram | kofi

[ID: a coloured digital drawing of sokka from atla, the composition mimicking a barbie (2023) poster. inside a glittery blue starburst, he’s lying on his side with a wide grin, his head propped up on one hand. the other hand is also behind his head, holding his boomerang. he’s wearing his regular blue tunic and gloves. white 3D letters standing before him read, “Sokka”, the S curly and elegant, and the O containing a seemingly carved water tribe wave symbol. the background is a blue, slightly cloudy sky. text above reads, “This Barbies first girlfriend turned into the moon”. text below reads, “Thats Rough Buddy”. the “buddy” is in lettering similar to his name. /end ID]

[falling-endlessly]

Masterlist:

A heads up:

1. Requests open! (Temporarily) —> see list of characters

2. No set update schedule

3. This blog contains 18+ content

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Teknologik (Vox x Bisexual!Vaggie) —Multi-chapter

Summary: Vaggie is a newly fallen soul in hell. In a strange twist of fate, she manages to get tangled up with the infamous TV demon—and now, he won't leave her alone.

The Lesson (Vox x Reader) —One shot

Summary: Vox comes home to find you lying in a pool of your own blood.

Adoption of Vark (Vox x Reader) —Drabble

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Summary: When Vox proves incapable of cutting Valentino out of his sex life despite his many reassurances, you decide to break it off with him and leave for good. He doesn’t take it so well.

Try Me (Vox x Female!Reader) NSFW (18+) —One shot

Summary: You still have a few lessons to learn when it comes to teasing your boss.

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[finniestoncrane]

hello friendos!! it's a very neat coincidence that it's 2 years today since i rejoined tumblr, and i get to be excited at hitting the next milestone!! 💚💚💚

update: all options have been picked and the event is closed!! 🩷

since i've just done a big-ish event though i thought i'd keep this one smaller and a bit less daunting for me!! SO here's the rules:

i'm going to do 21 of x reader ficlets (scheduling 3 per day for a week)

i'll take these requests as first come, first serve

as in: ONCE SOMETHING HAS BEEN PICKED IT'S NO LONGER AVAILABLE

so dm, inbox or comment here with your selection

please pick ONE from EACH OF THE THREE lists below

(you can specify the version of the character, and let me know reader details!)

i'll then write a lil ficlet and make a moodboard for the fic too!!

i'll update the post below as and when i can (remember i'm gmt and also a sleepy girl) so you know what's left

once all the options are out, the event is closed 💚

i'll take a week off to write them, then post them all the following week, and then things will return to normal (had to readjust my queue in the end lol)

anyway, thank you for putting up with me and encouraging me, i have endless love for everyone 💚

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Option One

Riddler

Penguin

Scarecrow

Two Face

Mad Hatter

Captain Boomerang

Harley Quinn

Bane

King Shark

Black Mask

Cooper Howard

Maximus

Hancock

Paladin Danse

Nick Valentine

Sniper (TF2)

Cecil Stedman

Walter Skinner

Arthur Morgan

Egon Spengler

Nick (L4D2)

Option Two

roleplaying

spanking/impact play

voyeurism

praise kink

degradation

public/semi-public sex

posessiveness

doggy style

pet play

first hug

piss

dubcon/noncon

cnc

holding hands

sending nudes

sneaking a kiss

breeding kink

inexperienced/virginity

marking

tickling

somnophilia

Option Three

truth or dare

showering together

tending to wounds

first kiss

angst

fluff

choking

only one bed

biting

rough sex

sucking dick

blind date

fingering/handjob

cockwarming

dry humping

daddy/mommy kink

early morning sex

facefucking

edging

sitting in their lap

eating pussy

[tinkerbelle05]

💤 A headcanon about their sleep (or lack there of)

It's a running joke in Bruce’s family and inner circle about how shitty his sleep schedule is. Trust, he has heard it all by now.

“Geez Spooky, how much sleep are you getting? You lookin like a whole ass zombie” -Hal

“You look like a raccoon, and that’s coming from me, B” -Tim

“Ya lookin more like a zombie than me, these days. Geez.” -Jason

He knows that a good sleep schedule is imperative to an healthy body which he needs. But when he’s sleeping that means he isn’t work. And if he isn’t working then that means there’s a case growing cold and leads growing old.

That means whoever did that crime is still out there committing more crimes, that means their families will never know closure.

And he can’t allow that to happen, he won’t allow it. So he sighs grabbing for the 9th cup of coffee and go over his notes once again.

“Master Bruce, I will not tell you again. Go to bed, or I will have Ms. Gordon lock you out of your cases.” Alfred threatened.

“But-”

“Now”

“Okay, okay, I’m off.” Bruce dread going to sleep. His thoughts kept him up and the only he was going to go to sleep is if he passes out or takes something to pass him out.

But he ran out of those.

He pushes himself out of the chair and made his way up the stairs with Alfred watching his every move.

He sluggish made his way to his bedroom, each step getting harder than the other, the lack of sleep coming back at him with full force.

When he opened his door, he met with a surprise. All of his children someway got their bodies to fit into his bed.

Dick was in the middle with Tim pressed to his right and Damian to his left side. Stephanie was using Tim was a teddy bar and Jason was pressed against Stephanie’s back. Duke was on Damian’s side, and Cass was cuddling into herself on the front of the bed.

It was certainly a sight to see, and if Bruce snaps a picture of his babies all in one place, safe and warm, well that his business.

“Your gonna stand there staring like a creep or join, old man?” Jason gruff voice reached his ears.

“Um, I don’t see any space for me, Jaylad.”

“Dickface, move over and make some room for B!” Jason shouts louder than what is necessary.

“How you gonna force a man out his own room? What a shame.”

“That’s funny Steph, because I didn’t hear you complaining when we came in here.” Tim remarks.

“Omg, shut up! Some of us are trying to sleep here.” Duke grumbles.

“C’mon B,” Dick beckons Bruce to come over. There was some shifting of bodies, accusations of cover hogging, and mild threats of bodily harm but they all managed to fit.

And despite his usual insomnia, Bruce can feel his breathing evening out and his eyelids getting droopy. But before he goes completely under, he asks Dick a question.

“Whose idea was this?”

“All of us. You get some sleep and we get family bonding time, two stones, one bird. Something like that,” his oldest whispered back.

“Actually Dick it’s—“

Tim was shushed by all of them but Bruce was already snoring away.

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[gilverrwrites]

Nothin' Good Starts in a Getaway Van

AN: Flash from the past, literally. I wrote the first draft of this in 2016, and have only recently rediscovered and finished it. If I was writing this from scratch today, I probably wouldn't characterise him like this. I was a different person back then, and it shows, but I’m still down bad for this dirty mf.

Pairing: Captain Boomerang/F!Reader

Rating: 18+

Words: 3.6K

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Content: Swearing, crime, petnames, violence, blood, implied size difference, mysophilia, dubious content, manipulation, biting, hair pulling, vaginal fingering, oral (m receiving), teabagging, rimming (m receiving), name calling, verbal humiliation, dirty talk, tickling, (very brief) public nudity, (very brief) choking, restraining.

Mentions of feces but no actual feces. Reader is a girly-girl who uses the criminal alias Red Rosie, but it’s only mentioned like 1.5 times.

Please remember: Kindness is free, so be kind to yourself 💙

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You quietly hum to the beat of the van’s radio, bobbing your head and tapping your fingers against the wheel as you wait for your crew. Eyes on the clock, they were nearly a whole minute overdue, and worry was starting to seep in. Trying not to panic, you force yourself to keep humming along with the music.

The song comes to an end, and the radio hosts start chatting about something or other, probably the weather; you don’t care. Two minutes and forty seconds late, still nothing. Rolling down the window, you stick your head out, peeking back at the jewellery store, searching for signs of life. No alarm buzzing, no lights, no curious on-lookers or police cars. All signs said things were going well, but you couldn’t shake the worried feeling setting into your chest.

Leaning back into the seat, you take a few deep breaths and continue waiting. God, you hate waiting. Just your luck that you’d pull the short straw and get stuck on getaway driving duties. What you would give to be in that store, ransacking shiny jewels and expensive trinkets right now. No, actually,  you’d be in the back of the van, halfway out of the city by now. You might be a daydreamer, and a dawdler, but years of committing crimes in Gotham, henchman-ing for bosses like Two-Face and Penguin had taught you that when you only have a limited time to get stuff done, you get it done on time. Hell, early if you can swing it.

There were no alarm bells going off, no police cars, you reminded yourself, things are going just fine.

Three minutes, thirty-two seconds. Where were th- SLAM

You swing your head around, looking into the back of the van. The new guy, with three full bags of loot, swung over his shoulder, climbed in and slammed the doors behind him. He’s big, not the biggest guy in town, but still, big. You can see the curves of his muscular figure even through his leather duster. New to Gotham anyway. “Captain” Boomerang. He’d already robbed anything worth having in Australia, then Central, now here. Gold star for being the first one back, at least.

“Drive Hon, let's get movin’.” His thick accent was intensified by the shouting. He’s loud, and bossy too. Calls himself a captain, and clearly thinks himself as one too. You’d already caught him shouting orders at the rest of your gang when you’d been plotting this heist. He dropped his bags before climbing into the passenger seat.

“What about everyone else?” You shout back at him. In the past, you would have easily slunk back and let him take charge, not just of the job either, not now. You were a strong woman, you had to be in this line of work. Besides, this was your turf, and that was your gang.

Okay, maybe you shared it with a handful of other Gothamites, but not this fucker. This guy was gonna have to learn that you can’t just walk into this city and act like you own the place. If anything, you’d be doing him a favour. Better you than someone like Ivy or the Joker, or, god forbid, the Bat himself. “Where’s Wyvern? Where’s Pye?”

“They ain't comin’, now put ya foot down before the boys in blue get here.” He demands.

“I ‘ain't’ leaving without P-” Suddenly, a deadweight lands on your foot. You look down to see Boomerang's taped-up boot stomping down on you, forcing the van forward. Panicked, you start steering. The last thing you need is a car crash with multiple millions of dollars worth of stolen goods in the back. “Alright, alright, we’re moving! Get your fat foot off me!”

He doesn’t move at first, not until you’re at the end of the road. You swivel the van around the corner, heading for the bridge, the same route you’d originally planned. One quick glance down at your foot proves you’ll have a nasty bruise there. Briefly, you wonder if you should wear more sensible shoes. Nah. Why do that when you could be wearing perfectly adorable tieks?

“What happened?” You press, glaring over at him for a second before whipping out your phone. “Where is everyone?”

“Ya know, it’s an offence to text and drive.” You fire back nonchalantly, a chuckle lacing his lips. It's enticing, you’ll admit.

“So’s not wearing a seat belt.” You respond. Eyes half on the road, half on your screen.

[To: Pye] [From: RR]

[Where r u??? Left w/ boomerbutt, respond asap xxxxx]

“Guess we’re a couple of wildcards then, aye babe?” He winks at you.

“Don’t call me that. It’s Red Rosie, and don’t try to distract me,” you deadpan. What happened back there? You were nearly four minutes late and alone.”

“What should I call you then?” He asks as if you hadn’t literally just answered that question. Withholding from grinding your teether together, you tried not to shout.

“Red Rosie.”

“Ya know, roses ain't the only things with long stems.” He’s shamelessly amused by his own bad joke, but you feel your cheeks heating up nonetheless. There's just something about his unwavering confidence. You’d never really heard a serious sexual innuendo from anyone.

“Awh, have I rendered you speechless?” He muses as he reaches a knuckle over to stroke your warming cheek. His fingers smell like leather and malt. Unpleasant but Intoxicating.

You open your mouth and stomp your teeth around his finger, not hard enough to take it off, although you could if you wanted, but enough to break the skin, to make him bleed a little. Digger rips his hand away, your teeth grazing the skin more as he pulls it from your lips. You hope it’ll scab. He grips your hair and gives it a good tug in a display of petty revenge. When he’s done, he cradles his wounded finger, puffing out his bottom lip in an obviously fake pout.

“Now that wasn’t very nice pet.” He continues to feign hurt as he presses the finger to his chest. “An to think, I was gonna go 50/50 with ya on this lot.”

“Ha.” You laugh bitterly, sarcastically, blowing a misplaced strand of hair out of your face before continuing. “You should be so lucky. This raid was mine and Pye’s. You were a last-minute addition.”

“Hey now, girly. I did all the work while you just sat pretty in the car.” He barks. “If anythin’ I should be making off with at least 70%, if not more.”

“You’re kidding?” You scoff as you come to the end of the last bridge. Your phone vibrates in your lap, and you pause the conversation to read and respond to the message. “You might have loaded up, but you lost all my guys.”

“Yeah, and? The less there of them, the more reward to m- us.” He states it factually as if it were the simplest thing in the world, but you caught that slip-up. “I say we call it 65/35. Play your cards right, and I might even give ya a 5% tip.”

You briefly close your eyes, calming your temper, and thinking of a plan. Eyeing the road in front of you, you make a diversion, heading towards the farmlands, to emptiness.

“You know what, my fine friend?” You flatter, using your best, innocent smile and batting your lashes at him.

“What?” He questions, biting his lip and eyeing you suspiciously through his thick eyebrows.

“You’re right. I’m being difficult. You’re clearly smarter than I’ve been giving you credit for.” You speak concisely and confidently. Swallowing your pride seems to come easier than you’d expected. “Please do tell. What exactly can I do to get that 5%?”

“I knew you’d come around, pet. Smart girl.” You could feel the smugness spread throughout him. You didn’t need to look at him to know he had a shit-eating grin on his face. A strong hand lands on your inner thigh, and you peek over at him, waiting to see what he does next.

“Firstly;” He leans closer, his mouth ghosting across your cheek. His breath smells even more like beer than his skin did, and something else, something sour, like he hadn’t brushed his teeth in days. “Pull over.”

He points to the side of the dirt road, and you obey, keeping your eyes on the window until you’re fully parked. With the engine turned off, you turn to face him, ignoring the stench of his breath. You look up at him with your best doe eyes. “Secondly?”

A hand returns to your hair, jerking your head back. Before you can react, his lips are on yours, his tongue is in your mouth, exploring every inch. Holding back a gag, you open your mouth wider, allowing him access, occasionally flicking your tongue against his. You reach for the lapels of his jacket, pulling him closer, urging him on. You nibble at his tongue, his brows crease in response, but if he dislikes it, he doesn’t make it known. Instead, he pushes his mouth deeper onto yours, you can feel his teeth against yours, even through skin. You’ll both be bruised come tomorrow.

His tongue seems endless, it's almost as big as your mouth, and you can practically feel its tip grazing against your uvula. Briefly, you wonder how good it would feel between your legs. His fat tongue lapping between your lips, against your slit, inside your cunt. No, you stop yourself. Just play along.

You spread your legs apart, shifting out of your seat and climbing over until you're sitting on his thigh. Within seconds his callused hands are between your thighs, skipping your panties, runs his thumb roughly over your clit, and pushes one finger straight into your entrance. You’re impressed by the speed at which he located everything. He pumps until you moan into his mouth. Clearly satisfied with your reaction, he smiles into the kiss before pulling back, both his lips and his fingers.

Hand still fixed in your hair, he yanks you to the side, guiding you toward the back of the van. You take the instruction, climbing over the seats when he releases his grip on you, moaning when he slaps your ass as he follows. “Secondly, get on ya knees.”

 Keeping your composure, you do just that. “Sure thing, Captain.”

“Ohh, I like that.” He groans as he begins working on his belt. “We’ll have more of that.”

“Okay, Captain.” You wink before reaching up, batting his hand away, and undoing his belt and jeans yourself. You’d half expected him to be going commando, he seemed like the type, but you were wrong. Instead, you were greeted by a pair of off-white tighty whities, the band garnished with blue boomerangs. You pulled them down, grinning when Digger's gloriously fat dick sprang free. You had not been expecting that, and you physically couldn’t stop yourself from licking your lips and staring up at him with excitement.

“Like what you see, babe?” He grinned back at you, the tip of his tongue poking out between his crooked teeth.

“I-ye…” You’re at a loss for words, so you nod instead before leaning forward and taking as much of it into your mouth as you could easily fit. The angle was funny, what with the way it curved up, but you pressed on, pushing as far as you could before retreating, then back down, and up, and down, taking more with each motion.

Digger grunts approvingly above you, threading his fingers in your hair once more and pumping his hips forward. You worked in sync, you pushing further and further onto his cock, him pumping it deeper and deeper until your nose presses into the scruff of his pubic hair.

His grip on your hair tightens, holding you in place, allowing him to slip his cock in and out of your mouth, watching you take it, enjoying the tears that form in your eyes when the lack of air started to take effect. When he lessens his grip you jerk back, panting for only a second or two before going back for more. But he halts you, retightening his grip to prevent you from moving any closer.

Confused, you look up at him, he directs your head back down, and lifts his cock up vertically, exposing his balls. Knowing what he wants, you stick your tongue out, running it along the centre of his testes and up his cock, before dropping back down to cup one in your mouth and suck on it before releasing it and swapping to the other, taking breaths between alternations. They’re hairy, sweaty, and smell almost as bad as his breath, but you’re long past caring. Yes, there's an endgame here, but why shouldn’t you enjoy yourself along the way.

“Fuck, yeaahh. Like that.” Digger murmured in much the same way a greasy old man in a porno would. Again, you glide your tongue up and along his cock again before taking it all in one. Digger hold you down, shaking your head at the base of his cock, long enough to make your eyes feel heavy before letting go.

Once more, you only take a few seconds to catch your breath. This time, you don’t look to him for guidance. If he doesn’t like what you have planned, he’ll have to say something, you think as you crawl beneath his open legs and position yourself beneath his ass. You place your hands on his cheeks, spreading them before leaning up and gliding your tongue between the crack.

You can’t conceal that laugh that escapes you when he suddenly shouts “Bonza!” in response to your actions.

His hands shoot up and thread through his reddish locks as you continue swiping your tongue against his ass, when you locate his anus, you push harder until you’re licking at the inside walls of his asshole. You’d worried partly that his ass would be the worst part of him. Hairy, smelly, and shit-stained, but you were pleasantly surprised. He was hairy and smelly, but clearly, he’d given it a good wipe the last time he used the can.

“Fuck.” He breathed, fingers still gripping at his own hair.

“You like that?” You quiz, retracting to ask your question, lick at his balls again as you wait for his response.

“I do!” He exclaims, reaching down and urging you back into his ass. “Just thought I’d have to talk ya into it.”

“Guess you were wrong, Captain.” You reply playful, giving him a teasing lick but still not resuming.

“No kidding. It’s always the ones you least expect.” He responds, equal parts playful and self-righteous. “Look like a princess, fuck like a whore. Ain’t that right?” 

“Awh, you think I’m a princess?” You joke, trying to act like he’d really touched your heart with that one.

“I did. Know I know you’re just a whore. An’ a dirty one at that.” He can’t see your expression as you settle back below his ass. You make like you’re about to start rimming him again, but instead, you bite into his right ass cheek.

“Aye, none of that.” Reaching down, he delivers a hard smack to the back of your head. You ignore the throbbing it causes and dive straight back in, pushing as much of your tongue in as you can before wiggling it back and forth.

As you work, you hear the rustle of his coat above you as he searches his pockets, followed by the unzipping of his underjacket. Soon, both jackets make their way to the floor, leaving him in just his dirtied grey vest and gold chains.

You dart your tongue in and out a few more times before leaning forward and filling your mouth with his balls again, your hand reaching up to grip the base of his cock before pumping it. It only lasts a few moments before you feel his hand around your wrist. He could probably crush it if he squeezed hard enough, not that you wouldn’t make him pay for it.

You release your grip on him, and using your wrist as an anchor, he pulls you forward, hard, releasing midway and causing you to land on your back with a cry. Enthusiastically, you sit up, spreading your legs wide for whatever is to come next, only to look and be greeted with the last thing you’d expected. Big bad Captain Boomerang, standing at nearly 6’1, so tall he had to crouch within the confines of the van, a mess of hair, scars, and golden teeth, all long legs and built biceps, stood before you, clutching a pink unicorn.

For a second, you thought you were dreaming. Had someone left it in the van? Had he picked it up, presuming it was yours, and planned to mock you with it? You looked at him questioningly, waiting for an explanation.

“This is Pinky.” He informs. “He’s my lucky charm. Never get laid without him.”

“Right…” You nod slowly, waiting for him to go on.

“Mind if I keep him out? He likes to be a part of the action.” There was no hint of a joke in his tone.

“Uh, sure.” You shrugged. It could be weirder, after all. You scoot closer to him, reaching up to touch it, and he allows it, crouching to your level to give you easier access. “He’s adorable.”

“Ya like him, do ya?” He asks, watching you sceptically as you pet the pink toy. You smiled and nodded, and he continued, “Well… I think he likes you too.”

You giggle at the feel of its soft fur when Digger nuzzles the plush into your neck. He makes neighing noises as he begins to rub its softness up and down your body, tickling your skin. You grip at his arms to try and make him stop, but to no avail. He keeps on tracing the fluff against you. Any movement you made, any retaliation, he simply followed, even when you fall against the floor, breathless.

“Dig- DIGGER- No NO! STOP please!” You gasp, each attempt to push him away growing weaker. “Uncle, UNCLE!”

“That’s not my name, is it pet?” He responds as he straddles your knees, locking your legs open as he relentlessly continues his attack.

“CAPTAIN!” You’re practically screaming at him. “CAPTAIN PLEASE!”

“Well, since you asked so nicely…” He trails off, lifts his pink buddy away, then seems to change his mind, intentionally grazing it along your chest, down your stomach, The fabric of your dress blocks any real friction until suddenly you feel its softness at full force between your legs. “Nahh,”

“God, NO, STop.” You dart up, mustering all your upper body strength to push him away. With a wail, he tumbles back, balancing himself on the side of the van.

“You’ll regret that.” He mumbles as he pounces back at you. The only thing between you and a concussion caused by the hard metal floor is one of the sacks Digger had filled during the heist. Before you can fight back, his lips are on yours again, tongue already practically tickling your tonsils.

“Drryrratagd.” You mumble into his mouth.

He pulls away, eyeing you. “What?”

“I said: Does your ass taste good?”

He turns his head in an attempt to hide a grin, but you still see the curl of his lips. He runs his tongue along his teeth as he considers the question. You’ve stumped his smartass.

Eventually, he answers. “You’d know better, you’ve taste it firsthand.”

“True.” You agree.

“Well?” He pushes the question back on you, now you’re not sure how to answer. “Umm… It tastes like ass.”

Digger only nods half-heartedly before pressing back down on you. Legs either side of your waist, arms against your shoulders, he begins kissing, sucking, and nibbling at your neck.

“Harder.” You whimper, wiggling beneath him, purposely rubbing your thigh against his dick.

“What’s that? Speak up.” He murmurs against your throat.

“Bite me harder.” You cry, without hesitation, he bites down on your collarbone until you feel the skin break under his teeth, before relocating to the base of your neck to chomp down again and again and again. Not once bothering to lick at the wound when he was done. But then, you hadn’t done the same for him.

“Like that?” He asks, not looking up to see your reaction.

“Ummm, yes.” You whine.

“You really are a fuckin’ whore, aint ya?” He says as he rubs the tip of his nose along the centre of your neck.

“Yes.” You concede. “Probably more of a whore than you can handle.”

That was unnecessary, but damn, he was hot when he was pissed.

“We’ll see about that.” He says. No words he’s ever said to you had felt more like a threat than those. Without warning, his burly hands release your shoulders and grip the neckline of your dress. With one quick motion, he pulls the entire thing in half. “No bra -”

“Hey! That thing was expensive.” You chide, cutting him off. You sit up, meeting him face to face.

“Then maybe you shouldn’t wear it while ya working. God knows what would happen to it.” His tone is mocking. “Try dressin' more practical in future.”

“You do you Captain fucking Boomerang boxers.” You seethe. “I’ll do me.”  

“No.” He latches a hand around your jaw, roughly forcing you back down. “I think you’ll find, I’ll be doing you.”

He leans forward to add more pressure, but his actions are interrupted by the sound of the van doors opening. The outside light temporarily blinds you both. When you come too, you see Pye standing outside, weapon at the ready. You can’t see her expression beneath the mask, but her stance means business.

“What the fuck is this?” Digger asks, looking back and forth, confused.

“There's a tracker in the van, dumbass.” You explain, “I’ve just been keeping you busy.”  

[boomerang109]

one of the major reasons i keep giving myself (other than it being senior year and school being important) for not dropping out is that i am so excited for my school play and if i drop out i can’t do it. well rumor has it my school is being stupid so i might not be able to anyway

[cantstoptheimagines]

Dating Them Would Include… 

Summary — Headcanons for Adora, Catra, and Perfuma from She-Ra & the Princesses of Power! 

Requests ➳ Anonymous — Hello. Can I request Adora (She-Ra) with sarcastic S/O? ➳ Anonymous — G’day. I recently found this blog and decided to make a request: Catra with S/O, who use razor boomerangs (S/O can both throw them and use as daggers) as a weapons. Could you, please, write it? P.S. Have a good day. ➳ Anonymous — Hi there. Mind if I request some headcanons of Perfuma dating pyromancer!S/O?

Warnings & Other Tags ➳ Fluff for Adora and Perfuma; a little toxicity for Catra because our baby needs therapy; I’m currently rewatching this show and realizing that I remember nothing from it.

Notes ➳ Word Count is 560. ➳ Reader is gender neutral (they/them). ➳ Multiple requests were combined for this work.

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adora

adora is literally feral sometimes

(all the time)

since she grew up in the horde, she has little to no social skills when you first meet her

so don’t even try making any sarcastic jokes or references to the rest of etheria because she will not understand lol

she eventually grows used to things outside of the horde and the two of you became fast friends

but then, one day, she watches you give a horde soldier a black eye

and there’s a little flutter in her stomach

she subtly brings it up to bow, who says she just had a case of butterflies, which was probably a mistake because she always takes things way too literally

so for a solid month, she’s convinced she has actual butterflies in her stomach that just won’t leave

eventually, though, they overwhelm her and she kisses you in the heat of battle

from then on, you’re a package deal

where you go, she goes

trails behind you like a lost puppy sometimes

soft adora fans rise!

catra

catra is hard to understand most of the time

one second, she’s solely focused on you

and the next, she’s on a rampage

sorry to say but a relationship with her would not be easy to maintain. it would take a lot of work on both sides

she’d need to control her impulsive temper and you’d need to have a very empathetic heart

once things settle down and she becomes friends with adora again, all that stress is lifted from her shoulders

she becomes kinder, more considerate, and softness envelopes her heart

even though you’ve told her a million times that her past mistakes are not a reflection of her current self, she continues trying to make up for them

but of course, this is catra we’re talking about

she often gives you new weapons, always opposed to more traditional items

your personal favorite being a twin set of razor-sharp daggers, which made your eyes glimmer with excitement upon opening them

she was proud of herself for that one

what she offers the most, however, is loyalty

she has betrayed and has been betrayed so many times that she swears to never do so again

she hopes you’ll do the same. because if you stick by her through thick and thin, she’ll eventually open up

all she needs is time

perfuma

super kind and very affectionate, even when you’re still “just friends” (side eye bc that doesn’t last long lol)

be prepared because you’ll constantly be smothered in affection by perfuma

if you have any elemental powers, like pyromancy, she’ll only love you more since that’s one more thing you both have in common

her love language is touch, no doubt, 100%

she’s constantly giving you warm hugs and squeezing your hand so tight that it goes numb

you can’t resist kissing her whenever she smiles at you with sparkling eyes and pink cheeks

always giving one another sweet compliments you greet each other

you can trust her no matter what. she’d never cause you pain and would be haunted by regret if she did

seriously, i don’t think she’d ever forgive herself

she’s just so loyal to the people she loves, especially you

you better like flowers because you’ll be getting fresh bouquets every day for the rest of your life

god i love her so much

[heffawhump]

Hey guys, here’s a preview of the next Situations chapter- unfortunately I may have to put it on hiatus for a while. I’ve got a big change in work scheduling coming up and a waning interest in DiD (this does not mean I will not be back to it, I can guarantee this fixation will come back like a boomerang as soon as the second season hits) Thank you guys so much for sticking with me, and sorry if you’re still here when my obsession with the bard from the Witcher rears it’s ugly head again (probably soon depending on when Sirens of the Deep comes out)

Anyways enjoy- I’ll work on editing tomorrow

Also I do have all of your prompts (and who and where from) written down, I will not forget them!!!

[timdrakequotes]

“One nightmare--Captain Boomerang--became easier to digest when the Flash arrested him. Working to schedule a civilian visit with him now…”

--Tim Drake (Red Robin #16 – The Hit List: Part Four: The Best-Laid Plans)

[sparkly-sediment]

Sokka and Katara head canons

They deeply love each other but they fight constantly. Literal canon. But they never tell you how Sokka pissed Katara off by fighting with Momo over food (because it’s a fucking lemur can he not just get another berry??)

Katara steals his boomerang and uses it to carve a melon then puts the rhines on his sleeping bag

I love Katara but she can be a stone cold bitch sometimes. Even Zuko pre gaang is scared of her. More so after his redemption arc

Sokka gets discredited for being a nonbender!!! People ALWAYS underestimate him, especially assholes like Jet who are non benders but still really cool

Aang and Katara may be master benders but where would they be without Sokka’s planning, navigation, and natural charisma?

Not on schedule

Sokka is the kinda guy to say don’t make me get my sister and Katara says shit like Trust. You will be dealt with

Specifically to Toph and I feel part of their initial beef was because of how well Sokka and Toph got along while Katara felt like the unwanted mother

they got some traumaa