#could work either way tbh

[jakascoo]

Roy: angrily presses Jason against a wall WHERE'S THE MONEY?! Jason: … Jason: Are we about to kiss-

[incorrect-multiverse]

Enid: If I die, my funeral is going to be the biggest party ever and you’re all invited.

Wednesday: If?

Eugene: Great, the only party I’ve ever been invited to and she might not even die.

[delicourse]

Snake Year

[stars-obsession-pit]

The Flying Graysons generally stuck to simpler tricks in the smaller towns. Less people to impress, so they didn’t need to go as far. But for some reason, when they went to the town of Amity Park, Dick felt an urge to show off.

Well, not for just any reason. For one very specific reason; a certain cute boy in the crowd.

But then the troupe moved on, as it always did. Outside of his daydreams, he didn’t really dare to hope he’d get to see the boy again. Especially once his parents died, circumstances nearly pushed it from his mind.

But then, during his detective training, an idea struck him. Even if he couldn’t see the boy in person, he could still keep track of him remotely.

It turner out to be remarkably easy, especially once he learned Danny’s name. So he kept it up. Watching him, taking notes on everything about him, fantasizing about actually being together for real. He never told anyone else. They wouldn’t understand. Checking in on Danny was always a highlight of his days. His own little reward. He wouldn’t let anyone take his Danny away from him.

Though there were some stumbles along the way. Times he’d almost been caught. And when some sort of lab accident had hospitalized Danny, he’d nearly ran off to Amity on his own to comfort him (never mind that he’d have to explain who he even was and how he’d known about it). But he persisted. And as time passed, he only became more and more infatuated with the other boy. Oh how he wished they could be together.

And then Danny showed up in Gotham. Dick couldn’t find anything definitively explaining why, but he wasn’t going to look a gift horse in the mouth. Finally, he could put all his copious notes to use and sweep his love off his feet.

[lemonwrap]

Imagine: Omegaverse AU where Ghost had his scent gland cut out by Roba.

Ghost barely survived it, and now he doesn’t have a scent of his own. He’s never tried, but it’s a logical assumption that he won’t be able to sustain a mating bond, either. He can usually pass his lack of scent off as just using the scent suppressants military members almost always use on missions, but it’s harder during downtime when there’s not such a need for them.

Ghost is close to Soap, flirting and bantering with him constantly, likes him, but he never outright tells him. He likes Soap’s scent, too, an odd but alluring combination of citrus and a hint of gunpowder—one would think the two scents together would be offputting, but when it’s Soap, it’s not.

Ghost keeps the mask on to hide, and doesn’t lift it even to eat when others are around. It’s kind of a pain sometimes, really, and he’s considered being done with all the bullshit and just taking it off, but then Soap would know. He wants the bond and affection between them to last. It’s fucked up to lie to him, but Soap won’t want him when he finds out Ghost can’t actually bond with him, and Soap is the closest he’s been to someone in years.

Soap, while slightly skeptical of Ghost’s unwillingness to take off the mask, doesn’t entirely connect the dots and just thinks Ghost’s scent suppressants work amazingly.

Until the day Ghost sustains a head injury on a mission, that is. He’s losing blood fast and Soap can’t see a thing with the mask on, and he just barely convinces Ghost to take it off so he can staunch the blood flow better. Soap gets him patched up enough that he won’t bleed out on the way to exfil, but with the danger now past, he notices the deep, unmistakable scar of a botched scent gland removal on Ghost’s neck.

After Ghost is treated in medical, he makes an effort to avoid Soap, simply not wanting to bother with his pity or disgust.

Ghost knows Soap is attracted to him because his sergeant is the opposite of subtle, but if they had ever gotten that far, they’d never be able to truly bond. Soap deserves a real mate.

Soap catches on by halfway through the first day that Ghost is avoiding him, but Ghost is elusive if he wants to be, and Soap can’t get in a word with him outside of meetings or drills. There’s hardly a trace of the chemistry and camaraderie they’d fostered, and Soap doesn’t catch Ghost in the man’s favorite smoking spot on the roof until a week later.

Ghost hears him coming, but doesn’t pull his mask back down. Soap’s seen the scar anyways, so it doesn’t really matter.

“Long time no see, Lt,” Soap says.

Ghost doesn’t reply and takes a drag from his cigarette. He shouldn’t have let himself get so close to Soap, because he knew it’d go to shit once he found out about the scar. People usually date to bond. Ghost can’t.

“Care to share?” Soap asks. Ghost hums and gives the cigarette to Soap, and they silently pass it back and forth until it’s a stub.

“Gonna tell me why you were avoiding me?” Soap asks, blowing out the last puff of smoke. “Kinda rude to vanish on someone like that.”

“I would think you would’ve figured it out,” Ghost replies.

“If it’s about—“

Ghost cuts him off. “It is.”

“So you’ve been flirting with me and didn’t think to mention you don’t have a gland? I’ve wanted you for the past six fuckin’ months. No, since we met,” Soap says, dropping the cigarette butt to stamp it out. “You could’ve told me.”

“I didn’t say anything because I knew you’d act like this,” Ghost says, pointedly ignoring that Soap just admitted that he likes Ghost—or that he did at one point, anyway.

“So is the feeling mutual?” Soap asks.

“Yes,” Ghost says flatly. “But I can’t keep a bond. Move on and find someone else, Johnny.”

“It doesn’t make a difference,” Soap says resolutely. “I don’t want anyone else.”

Ghost doesn’t scoff, but he wants to. Of course it makes a difference.

“Just drop it, Soap,” Ghost says.

Soap does, for about ten seconds. Then he grabs Ghost by the collar and kisses him hard, smashing their lips together and biting at Ghost’s lips. Ghost kisses back just as hard, savoring how their bodies feel pressed together, hands gripping at each other’s clothes and skin.

This won’t last, but Ghost will take what he can get.

[shoot-i-messed-up]

Was always worried about the angst of unrequited love, had never realized the sheer amount of comedic potential that it has.

Imagine one-sided Superbat where Clark is fully aware that Bruce has a crush on him but is being his repressed self about it, and Clark is just like, “I’m not gonna touch that :) you’re going to figure that out for yourself, buddy, and in the meantime, I’m just going to have a good time and be best friends with you as you inevitably pull yourself together enough to either fall out of love or to confess :) and I’ll just let you down gently because I care about you :)” but he absolutely 100% is using it to his advantage in the meantime. His puppy dog eyes had never been so effective before. He’s gotten out of Monitor Duty three times in the past month.

[supercantaloupe]

happy sleepover saturday

ummmm kind of looking forward to see what the next season looks like for vaopera— hoping for good stuff.

the bug is snug in a rug...

OH so i actually might have some insider info on that one. vaopera hasn't made a season announcement anywhere as far as i can tell but my friend claims to have the scoop, and given the level of detail he relayed to me i think it's reasonably credible. he says that next season will be la cenerentola, intelligence (by heggie and scheer, of moby dick fame), and aida. this is not confirmed in any official capacity yet, but, much to consider regardless

[ask meme]

[sysig]

You will soon learn to appreciate Charm (Patreon)

[wildstar25]

What physical part(s) of Arsay does her partners find the most attractive! Is it the same for all partners or does it differ between them?

(also optional bonus ask of what part(s) of/about Arsay generally do they love the most, physical or not!)

Meanwhile, if you were to ask the same of Arsay:

[conanssummerchild]

asking people if they prefered my stranger things (byler) hyperfixtation or my community (abed nadir) hyperfixtation and if they say byler i say "is it because you hate autistic people? 🤨" and if they say abed i say "oh wow, so you hate gay people?"

[sorrowveined]

It's strange to think how only weeks ago, Maria could never have imagined the depths of despair she would soon sink into, or the future waiting for her. It feels like those times - the times when her family was whole - were years ago, now; yet she remembers them perfectly, and those crystal-clear memories now only serve to torment her, leaving her shaking under the weight of the pain they bring.

Perhaps she's being melodramatic. But she feels she's earned the right to be, just a little. Her mother, who she may never she again, is a vampire - cursed to be hated and rejected by all, having become the thing she hated the most - a monster. She'll never walk in the sunlight again. And that fate was supposed to be Maria's... that's what hurts the most. The fact that she's desperate to escape but can never run away from, so agonizing it's unbearable - is that in the end, it's all her fault.

And her father's.

Maria feels her stomach lurch at the thought of him. Grinds her teeth together. It's not like she isn't trying to move forward, like she's sure her mother wanted for her - Richter, too... but it's hard, harder than anything she's ever known. She feels useless, too, which is a feeling she hates more than anything. Seeing Richter, though... while it doesn't exactly ease the weight in her chest, his presence reminds her that she hasn't lost everything, that there are still some things worth fighting for in this world. And she's grateful for that, at the very least.

"You're giving me that look again." she says, once she notices him staring. She's not the person she used to be, and it's no surprise that he can see that, but she feels so exposed and ashamed under his gaze. There's no judgement there, though. She can't see any, anyway.

"Are you worried about me? You don't need to be." The bitterness that colored her words before is gone now, because Richter doesn't deserve that directed at him. "I know you're thinking of leaving, but... I'm not completely useless on my own."

@knightfeared ( starter! )

[jakascoo]

Selina: You have an impressive pain tolerance. Bruce: Thanks, it's the trauma.

[incorrect-multiverse]

Tony: Hey, what have you two been up to?

Bruce: We were helping Natasha write her vows, but she kicked us out because Clint was making inappropriate suggestions.

Clint: How is “Steve, I love your sweet ass” inappropriate?

[nonsensechemicals]

crying whenever i talk about Cookie9 because all my friends have these interesting and unique theories on them while i take everything too literally and they all just stare at me like “dude… uuugh we r TIRED” <-they dont actually say this they are very kind to me but i can Feel It

[attractthecrows]

Oohhh my god i have so much to talk about that Solavellan post you made, I swear, you have explained how men generally think specially when they're troubled and that's something us Solavellan girlies lack in our narrative 100%. The fandom is just a bunch of us trying to explain him in our language and from Lavellan's feminine perspective and you just put it down like it most likely feels for him. My world is upside down right now because it sounds so right. GOD DAMMIT HOW WILL I SLEEP TONIGHT

Anyway i appreciate that thought and I will munch on it for a while

I'M GLAD I GOT THE VIBE RIGHT TBHHH I've been rolling him around in my head like a pinball. but the funny thing is, I'm not a romantic person! I've never so much as been on a date! it's all baffling to me, but i LOVE exploring how complicated interpersonal dynamics can be. like, you're not going to treat a friend the way you treat a sibling, you're not going to treat a sibling like you treat a lover, you're not going to treat a mentor like you treat a parent. fandoms really tend to simplify things like that, but I like picking apart all the nuances. I like to look at situations or relationships (like Solavellan) and go, "How would I behave here, in this context, having these feelings?" and it's completely fascinating. Solas especially is really fun to do that with because he's a secretive person, but in ways that make a lot of sense. He's an ancient elvhen god but he's SO flawed and SO, for lack of a better word, human. He's a man with big secret plans and the weight of the world on his shoulders, but he's also hurt and lonely and SO intensely isolated that yeah, bonds and warmth and friendship all trip him up. He wants it, he doesn't believe he deserves it, he tries to reject it but can't completely because he ACHES for it. And he punishes himself for wanting it and for hurting others in the process of denying himself.

so yeah in short, I'm also chewing on it

[virtualsuitmoon]

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