#can’t get this thought out of my head

[shirubiaowo]

Why does mumbo jumbo fan art look like Mario or Luigi with a hat

[ygbrico]

also consider, Harlem Renaissance flapper era Jen

a thought, gibson girl era agatha and jen fucking

[catgrandpa]

I need a fic where Bruce realizes this kid who shoved his way into his sidekick roll will not be leaving anytime soon, and instead of emotionally distancing himself he becomes a combination Helicopter Mom and Shotgun Dad.

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Tim: Bruce, I’m headed out to meet my friends at the mall.

Bruce: Is that Kent boy going to be there?

Tim, rolling his eyes: Yes, Kon is going. And so is Bart, and Cassie, and maybe Bernard if he can make it.

Bruce: Hnn. Do you have everything? Coat, scarf, keys, wallet, tracker, pepper spray, dagger, kryptonite shard, emergency beacon, first aid kit, fire starter, extra pair of-

Tim: Yes, Dad! I already went through the list with Alfred. I’ll be fine.

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Kon: Hello Sir! I’m here to pick up Tim!

Bruce: Follow me.

…

Bruce: Sit down.

Kon: In your study? Is Tim on the way, or…?

Bruce: I just thought you might need reminding of the fact that I have a vault downstairs full of items specifically designed to take down a Kryptonian.

Kon: Whuh?

Bruce: You should probably ask your father about the time I was slightly annoyed with him for encroaching on one of my cases.

Kon: Why are you telling me this?

Bruce: Now just imagine what would happen if someone were to hurt my darling little boy.

*door opens*

Tim: Hey Bruce, Alfie said Kon was here, have you seen him? Oh! Hey, why are you two in here??

Bruce: Oh, hey sweetheart, we were just chatting. Have a good time at the carnival!

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Dick, pouting: I don’t understand, you’re not this protective over who Jason or I date.

Bruce: Don’t be ridiculous, Jason and I may have our problems, but he would never betray me by gallivanting off with someone I disapprove of.

Dick, who covered for Jay sneaking out to visit Roy Harper just last night: Mhm yeah, sure. And you’re not worried about me?

Bruce: Chum, I’ve known who you were going to marry since you were 12 years old.

Dick: WHAT?

Bruce: I have the whole ceremony already planned. I’ve got Gotham’s best wedding planner on standby. You have a very nice house waiting for you both, 20 minutes from here. A modest 7 bedrooms on 5 acres of land.

Dick: I’m not even dating anyone?!

Bruce: I can’t wait to meet my 3 grandbabies:)

[hootyhoowoo]

A little 15 min doodle but first post of the year has to be Bingqiu!

[strawberri-draws]

Silly entry for day 3 of potsnpicksweek (Dinner/Modern AU/Gift)!

[ahbogman]

warmth.

[sierrabravoecho]

Cat’s haterism strikes again

[lovebunnie]

if erik wasnt wearing the helmet, charles wouldve told him not to rip the bullet out of his spine. but he did because he loved charles so much he thought he could fix things, he thought he could control metal to his whim but it didnt feel like control when charles fell to the ground is screaming agony. and charles always thought he would be able to reach erik but all of a sudden, even when he was being cradled in eriks arms, he wasnt really there.

[astrobei]

byler x jurassic park. thank you for your time.

[meiyudo]

mdni! NSFW

“Slow down, slow down baby” Hayden Christensen pleads through clenched teeth as he attempts to halt the fluid roll of your hips.

The corners of you mouth turned upwards as you watched him struggle under you- he was on his second orgasm of the night- but you stopped (for now).

“t’s the matter? Though you said we could follow my lead tonight” you laugh as you press your forehead against his.

His beautiful blue eyes clenched shut as you slowly rutted you hips again- usually Hayden set the pace; being the older one in the relationship- he often tended to take the lead with things.

But tonight…ohhh tonight was your night to shine.

you painstakingly dragged your hips along his; your tight pussy clenching around his throbbing cock. His breath faulted as you began to kiss down his neck while his dick sunk deeper and deeper into you.

Once you were satisfied with the depth, you quickened your pace, filling the bedroom with filthy sounds.

“Oh baby, you’re solid- are you already about to cum again?” you teased as the man under you frantically nodded his head.

He groaned and pawed at her fat of your ass as you bounced on him.

“Fuck! Slow down sweetheart” he exclaimed.

You laughed and ignored his pleas until his strong grasp held you firmly in place. You frowned at his strength (you weren’t done).

He rested his head against the headboard with his eyes shut to catch his breath. He looked perfect.

“Hayden… why’d you stop me?” you asked as you dragged your polished nails down his chest.

Still breathless he responded “didn’t wanna cum yet- wasn’t ready”.

You scoffed and swiveled your hips quickly once his grip loosened, “well i can feel your dick twitching babe- i think you’re ready” you smiled before lightly smacking his hands off of you.

“plus you said this was my night, remember?” you added as you began to ride him again.

His chest rose and fell as his synapses fired, “Fuck! Fuck please” he begged.

You quickened your pace and soon he felt his thighs begin to tremble; he was close.

With a smirk you bent down to his ear and gently nibbled on the lobe before whispering “it’s alright baby, you can let go”.

The man whimpered desperately before you sunk down on him particularly hard and he bursted inside of you. Happily you welcomed his warm seed as he emptied his drawn up balls into your tight pussy.

Once you are satisfied you slowly slid off of him, making him groan. He was breathing heavily and his brows were upturned in the most beautiful manner. You smiled and gently took his tired and blushing member into your delicate hands; he gasped at the sudden touch- he was so sensitive.

Slowly, but meticulously, you began pumping his still semi hard dick. Hayden’s body tenses up as he tried to understand what was happening.

“B-Baby, I can’t-“

You shook your head, “but you can” you responded, lining up your hole with his shiny tip.

“Oh God…baby… oh God!” he cried as you sunk back down onto him.

You kissed him tenderly as your cunt gripped into his cock; “just give me two more Hay- jus’ two more” you repeated as you clawed at his toned back

*sub hayden? ummm yes pls… over stimmed too?!

[enha-stars]

photos daddy heeseung takes of his baby and mamas:

photos mama takes of daddy heeseung and her baby:

read happy mother’s day, mama: here

[fistfuloflightning]

Morwen and Hurin

[myokk]

autumn🫶

[magicandmundane]

Currently rotating the reunion scene from ep4 around in my head like a rotisserie chicken (as one does), and there’s one thing that’s really standing out to me.

Hunter didn’t immediately step outside when that stolen freighter landed.

He and Wrecker have crossed the galaxy 5 times in almost 6 months, dead end after dead end, disappointment after disappointment. It’s got to be soul crushing, and then out of fucking nowhere they get a transmission telling them to go to that moon where they dropped supplies for Ryloth that one time, something Omega surely remembers, so it can’t be a coincidence, right? But it’s just too good to be true. No planning a prison break? No Hemlock? She just made her way back? What are the odds they’re being tricked?

So Hunter waited because he couldn’t stand to face the disappointment himself. (And Wrecker goes out there because he’s still hopeful and excited.)

Imagine the two of them on the Marauder as that ship lands and the stairs come down. Wrecker goes to the door and notices that Hunter is still sitting and typing something, and asks, “Are ya coming, Hunter?” And Hunter just looks at him and says, “Yeah, in a minute.” Wrecker gets it and doesn’t push (emotionally intelligent Wrecker ftw).

Then Hunter listens as Wrecker shouts, “Now there’s a sight!” And with those enhanced senses (who knows, that’s been dodgy at best this season) he probably hears Omega say, “Wrecker! I knew you’d show up.”

And then, he takes yet another moment to collect himself because holy shit it’s real this time, she’s really here.

Finally, Hunter goes out there, skips a bunch of stairs, and gives his kid the biggest hug.

And I just aaahhhhhhhh it’s so good! So intentional! I’m going to be thinking (translation: crying) about this for a long time.

[i-may-be-an-emu]

Wine Under the Bridge is a metaphor for queerness, in this essay I will

[queenofquestions]

Ok this is my crack Agatha All Along theory in case im right.

I think Tommy’s spirit is in Señor Scratchy.

No idea why. No explanation. I’m not even sure I believe it