#ditzy yaps

[ditzybat]

Hi! I saw that you had an idea where Tim sees Lady Shiva as a mother-figure and have not been able to stop thinking about it since. Do you have any more thoughts on that?

I have many thoughts on this particular head canon!

This mostly stems from the idea that Janet Drake and Lady Shiva have similar personalities, and therefore when Tim met Shiva he imprinted onto her like a baby duckling (pun intended).

A contributing factor to this is also their mentorship/partnership!

Tim and Shiva’s relationship is increasingly complicated. She’s trained him and they grew a partnership of mutual respect and were seen as equals for the period of time Tim spent in Paris (6 months.) And they were generally amicable until he killed her while under the influence of enhanced drugs due to her interference and desire to be killed by someone better than herself.

Because of that last little tidbit I like to think that Shiva views Tim as someone who has the potential to surpass her and therefore like a son (much like a twisted version of Cass and hers antagonistic fueled relationship). While on the flip side, Within the year that they met, Tim has interacted more with a woman who is startling similar to his very scary mother, than his own mother who would rather send him to private school than raise him herself while she travels. And much like Cass he believes Shiva’s perspective to be flawed. But at the same time, respects Shiva for her fighting prowess.

I also really like the Fanon of Shiva wanting to be a good mother, and laying claim to both Cass and Tim as her blood in front of Bruce to both mess with him and to somewhat apologize for her behavior towards them but not quite quitting killing.

And I really love the idea of Tim fighting Shiva one day, and then the next having tea with her while gossiping, in place of his actual mother who kicks the bucket not long after they meet.

[ask-olive-huchers]

“IMAGINE BEING IN JAIL LIKE A LOSER‼️‼️‼️”

“GO AWAY NO ONE ASKED YOU”

[meowkn]

Going through a Bruce Wayne phase no one speak to me for the next consecutive month

[michi-chelle]

no thank you!!! stans, uhm yea so why am i playing as a fuckin menace?

[elclassicohater]

He is NOT him

[novy2sirius]

ASTROLOGY NOTES - volume 8; ©novy2sirius

libra energy is often referred to as “ditzy” which is interesting because when you sit down and have deep conversations with libra placements you realize they’re much smarter than they portray. libra is the 7th sign and in numerology 7 is the number of intelligence. libra’s act dumb to be funny a lot of the times or sometimes portray themselves in a way that’s not their authentic self because often due to things that occurred in their childhood they are confused about who they really are a lot of the time and don’t have a strong sense of their true identity. this also happens because they tend to mirror others personas that they’re around a lot and forget who they even are (libra’s symbol is the two scales that are identical on both sides). once you peel back the layers you realize it’s all an act. words are very important to pay attention to (li)bra. libra’s lie a lot, even about who they are. i would say this could also apply to gemini’s and pisces in a way

jupiter can tell you about some of the best opportunities you’ll receive in life. jupiter trine mc for example could indicate having amazing career opportunities/gaining lots of success in life. it could even indicate becoming famous

your 9th house can tell the best types of people to surround yourself with in order to have more luck and opportunities in life. if your 9th house sign is gemini then surround yourself with more people that have prominent gemini or 3h placements in their chart

a woman’s venus/rising conjunct a man’s lilith can create an intense fatal attraction (especially from the man to the woman). this reminds me of what people describe to be a twin flame bond actually. intense ups and intense lows, but a strong lustful and intimate connection that’s very hard to let go of. this is because lilith in a man’s chart tends to show the women he craves but knows he shouldn’t have long term and in a woman’s chart lilith is more of a dark placement indicating the challenges of womanhood and being sexualized

lilith in the 1h/5h/10h can indicate being a sex symbol or whatever, sure. that’s what i assume most people want to hear when they ask me about it. however, it is very rough and not glamorous like many think. these people attract so much jealousy and hate. even stalkers at worst. they will simply exist and get so much hate especially the women with this placement. it’s interesting because often in society we see women getting the most attention from men get the most hate from women and these women also often have lots of men sexualizing them and flirting with them (obviously all women do, but these women the most)

the part of fortune in your chart is known to be lucky, but not many talk about how it tells the fortunes that will be fulfilled before you die. if your part of fortune is in the 2nd, 8th, 10th, or 11th house you will be guaranteed to have material success at some point in your life before passing

no planet is all good. even “benefics” aren’t fully beneficial all the time. the universe is yin yang, so there’s good and bad to every planet. however, planets like venus and jupiter do usually provide more benefits than challenges. a negative way venus may manifest is in envy since in greek mythology venus (aphrodite) was a very envious person in relationships. scorpio venus’ for example tend to struggle a lot with being very jealous when dating

unevolved signs tend to be like their opposite signs negative traits. i was discussing this with @cupidlovesastro and we noticed the people who had sagittarius placements in our life that were unevolved were huge complainers and didn’t stop yapping about negative things or were gossipy. yapping a lot and gossiping tend to be negative traits of gemini’s more so than sagittarius’

unevolved cancer placements will never get over you hurting them even slightly. since they’re overly sensitive when unevolved they tend to become obsessed with victimizing themselves in order to make you seem like the bad guy. they will want to make you look bad to everyone so they can receive praise. the evolved cancer placements tend to be more emotionally stable though and use their emotions toward a creative outlet

mercury can also be a lucky planet similar to jupiter since the number correlated to it in numerology is 5. 5 is the second luckiest number. jupiter’s number is 3 which is the luckiest number in numerology

[bambiesfics]

Opposites Attract Theory - Ellie x Bimbo!reader

Ellie was everything you weren’t. She was a girl in brown plaid button ups, who could only find comfort in wearing her father’s oversized chocolate suede jacket.  She could hardly be described as sweet or adorable, not like you were. Ellie was reserved, masculine, angry, and traumatized. Ellie smoked cigarettes to keep her nerves at bay, cut chunks off of the ends of her hair when they got too long and feminine, spent all her money on tattoos if she wasn’t spending it on you, wore old men’s weathered leather shoes, painted her nails with the cheapest black polish just so they could chip on purpose, and tucked her strap into her pants because it just felt right. No more, no less.

All of those descriptions she’d agreed with, but just one word was missing. The word ‘provider.’ The aspect of her character that she prided herself on the most, was being your provider.

  You were her opposite, the light to her shadow. You were naive, sweet, bubbly. Your eyes were big and curious, and you asked every question earnestly. You bounced around in your cute little outfits. Low cut tops with your tits spilling out, dresses where the wind exposed the chub of your ass, and skirts so short they showed your plump little pussy, eating up your g-strings; outfits that made you easy prey for leering. You got your nails done, and showed them off by grabbing Ellie’s thick cock with both hands while sucking hard on her tip. You bent over to pick up dropped items because your acrylics made you clumsy, and squealed when your girlfriend smacked you square on your ass. You got little Brazilian waxes, and sent pictures with a smiley face saying “still a bit sensitive but do you think it looks pretty Els?” And you were shocked that she pounded you into the headboard later that day, until your vagina was puffy. You sat on Ellie’s lap when she beckoned you too, but never quite figured out that it was because she wanted you to feel her erection sandwiched between your ass. You pranced outside in thin little pink shirts that showed the outline of your plump nipples and areola, and started pouting when Ellie draped her jacket on you before she let you step out of her car. 

You pouted about how your girlfriend was “too overprotective” but you were a ditzy, trusting airhead, who had the IQ of a care bear. Ellie didn’t have a choice, you were too stupid for your own good. Too sugary and sweet, sissy and girly. 

  You needed a guy like Ellie to pick up extra shifts for you, so you could go on your little shopping sprees, to buy lip gloss and candy. You needed a guy like Ellie to come everywhere with you, so creepy fucks would know that the pretty little bimbo had a gaurd dog next to her who would snap, snarl and bite them. You needed a guy like Ellie to run her tongue around your little pink hole, twitching and hungry, just to prepare that tiny hole as a warm place for her cock to sink into right after. Her balls often found themselves smacking against the bottom of your puffy neglected clit. You needed a guy like Ellie to indulge your little airhead babble, your piss poor attempt at conversation or even saying a coherent sentence. God knows you could yap for hours and say nothing of note, nothing anyone would perceive as highbrow or thought-provoking, but Ellie loved it. Loved watching those plump pink lips smack together to talk about dumb little girl topics like  “love island” or how “your pinks don’t match” or “beauty guru drama.”

And Ellie loved to indulge that clingy, pouty, needy little attitude you had around her. She’d bounce you up and down her cock, to shush your sniffles after she snapped at you. She’d rubbed your back, and promise to get your nails done just so you’d get overwhelmed with joy and cry “Ellieeee” in her arms, she’d wipe your pouty tears off your cheeks when you couldn’t take her cock all the way down, and tell you that you’ll get so much better after lots n’ lots of practice, she’d let you baby her when she was sick, and pretend that your poorly made chicken soup was the cure for her illness, and not the fever medication she’d been knocking back for the past week, she’d indulge your repetitive airheaded questions like “Ellieee, why can’t we print more money?” and “Ellieee how do you know you can see me? What if you’re you’re just imagining me?,” and she’d let you curl up with her brown jacket at night, cause it smelled exactly like her and brought you comfort in those days she had too many back-to-back shifts and couldn’t stay with you. That jacket was her fathers, so for her to leave it with you, meant that she wanted to take care of you in a way he’d be proud of.

  You were Ellie’s dumb little bimbo doll. Her pink hole to use as a fleshlight, her set of plump lips to watch suction around her dick, her sugary little ditz.

But you were also Ellie’s future wife, the future mother of her kids. The woman who provided the the most gentle balance to Ellie’s rough edges and hard lines, the woman who was her emotion support, her pillar, the grounded rock that she’d cling to during her rapid river emotions. In turn Ellie would be your guard dog, your emotional support, your girlfriend, your boyfriend, your husband, your wife, your butch, your provider. She’d be whatever you needed. 

[stoopidpigeonxx]

Hiiii can you do the crew and their kinks and some smut please!!

yuhyuhyuhyuh~ I can indeed!!

Curly

-listen. Deep down I think this man is a total freak. So he's got some strange ones. -Innocence/corruption kink. he is so turned on by taking a girl (or boy's) virginity. It makes him feel so... above everyone. He's a bit selfish sometimes. But also, because he really wants to take care of someone and give them a great first introduction to sex. He wants you to get so attached to him, that you'll never leave his side. He wants you all to himself. -Pussy worshipping. (I'm getting all of these from wikipedia btw.) More likely just worshiping in general, but definitely centered around your cunt. Like, he will spend hours licking at your clit and eating you out to get you readily prepared for him. Or, he won't even fuck you. Just solely focusing on your pleasure alone. (although.. will probably stroke himself while he goes down on you.) -Face fucking. Deep down, this man is a total sub for this. Like.. if you're a female, he'll let you ride his face 100 percent. If you're a dude, hey, why not. Use his mouth. He doesn't mind. (aslong as you don't make him deepthroat; he's not so good at that.) -Thigh riding/frottage. HUMP. THIS. MAN. he will gladly let you sit on his thigh while he works and let you go to town. He's so obsessed with feeling you lose yourself on him without needing his cock, fingers, or mouth, just purely using his body to get yourself off. Makes him feel like he's perfect for you. <3

Jimmy -okay.. so like... he's freaky. Outwardly freaky. -Bimbofication. Basically... he wants to fuck you stupid. Literally. He wants you dumb and ditzy, constantly thinking about him and his cock. God forbid you think about someone else; that mind of yours belongs to him and him only. -sadism/masochism. He likes to be hurt, and he likes to hurt. Bite him, scratch him, slap him, all that. He loves it. And he does the same thing to you; he is, in no means, vanilla. He will leave you marked up afterwards. He doesn't think sex is fun if it's not rough; he wants it to be exciting and hot, not lame and boring. -Orgasm denial/control. He loves controlling when and how you can get off. Will often ruin your orgasm just to watch you whine and squirm, begging to come. Believes you shouldn't be able to cum as an act of punishment. Mouthing off to him? You aren't allowed to get off today. -degradation. whoooo boy. He is saying the most vile, nasty shit to you during sex. Calling you a slut for taking it, telling you how pathetic you look sucking him off, all that wonderful stuff. Like I said, he's rough. It's rare to get praise or any sort of affection from him, unless you're doing something really good for him.

-Dacryphillia. likes seeing you cry. Maybe in pain, maybe in pleasure. It kinda ties in with his sadism thing a bit.. He likes the fact that he's making you feel so good you're sobbing in pleasure.

Daisuke (Cis daisuke.. sorry yall :-(

he's a young man. He's kinky as hell. (As a fellow 18 year old I get it.) -Praise. For him, and for you. He loves whispering sweet nothings and little bits of praise in your ear when you're taking him just as much as he loves getting praised. Seriously. If you call him a good boy he's willing to do ANYTHING you want. And I mean anything. Will go dog mode. -Pegging. Oh he LOOOOOVES getting the shit fucked out of him by a hot girl with a nice strap. He's afraid its weird since most girls want a man who's on top, but he wants to be dominated. He wants to be taken care of, and be absolutely wrecked at the same time. So fucking him with your strap is the perfect way to make him feel good. -Oral (both receiving and giving.) His favorite form of sex is definitely oral. Going down on someone makes him feel like he's doing something right and making his partner feel good. He likes to believe he's not too shabby; He's got a good tongue on him, exercised by his endless yapping. He loves receiving it too. Huuuuge fan of deepthroat. He will be perfectly satisfied with you sucking him off and won't want anything else. He's also super noisy; moans, grunts, whines, babbling and all of that good stuff. Your mouth is just so perfect and feels so good, he can't help it. -Cock slapping. He's a little bit of a pain junkie. I think he has a lot of piercings, so he's used to a bit of pain. If you're jerking him off and you slap at his dick, he loves it. Whines like a puppy. He also doesn't mind being slapped on the face, ass, chest.. he just likes slapping a bit. Not too hard, though! He can only handle so much! -Creampie. If you're a girl, you need to keep some plan b's around and get on birth control, because he's cumming inside of you almost constantly. He blames it on the fact that he doesn't like the feeling of condoms, but really he just likes watching his cum leak out of you. Makes him feel like he did a good job. Plus, it makes him feel way closer to you, since there isn't any boundary on him. He can feel everything, and he's addicted to the sensation of his cum shooting into you.

Anya

-mommy kink. hear me out.. hear me out y'all... Anya as a Dommy Mommy. I think she'd be all for it. And no, this doesn't have anything to do with her pregnancy and wanting to be a mother, she just likes it. Like, if y'all are fucking and she hears, the word 'mommy' slip past your lips, she leans into it and refers to herself as your Mommy the rest of the night. And will keep doing it. It gives her a sense of control and power that she normally doesn't get. -Tribbing/scissoring. I think she's a hardcore lesbian girl kisser. Sorry but like.. diva is wearing sandals and a striped shirt, with a wolfcut.. she likes WOMEN. So yeah, she likes bumping clits. Especially in a position where she's on top. I feel like she's a service Dom, kinda like Curly is. She's gonna dominate you but she'll be nice about it. Like, missionary with your legs around her so she gets good access. She's not a rough or fast rubber, she likes it slow and sensual. She wants to feel all of the sensations. -Romantic/passionate. She is a sucker for sweet love making. She wants rose petals, kisses, sweet tender treatment. And she wants to give that to you as well. She wants to take it slow and steady with you, figure out what the both of you like and need from eachother.

Swansea -what the fuck is a kink. IM SORRY. I really wanted to write what he would be into but I just... don't see him being that kinky... I'm sorry Swansea lovers i've failed you.

[isasweetie]

i need to know more about prissy and ruthies drama omg!

okok i’ll share the origin a bit !! <3

so, as we hopefully know, prissy is a girls girl to her core! it doesn’t matter their popularity or whatever, prissy is supporting every girl that walks her way. that included ruthie, at the start, so they got along for a bit. that made rafe veeeery happy, because they could go on double dates n such!

but there’s an instance where prissy walks in late on a conversation at the country club. she had left rafe, top, and ruthie alone to get a drink for her and a whiskey for rafe. all she catches ruthie say is “kiara carrera”, and assuming ruthie is as sweet as she is, and is only saying good things, prissy says, “oh, kie? i love her, she’s so pretty and nice!” as she sets down her drink.

ruthie visibly has a snarl on her lip as she rolls her eyes. “i’m sorry? you’re friends with that broke-ass bitch? rafe, you allow this?” prissy is lost at this point, confused as she glances up at rafe.

rafe, as much as he loves prissy, cares a lot about his reputation, and doesn’t want prissy messing it up. so he answers, saying, “uhhh, shit, i didn’t even know about it. we’ll have to talk about it at home,” only you know that he’s lying, that usually he does let you hang out with kie, the only pogue he tolerates.

at home, you’re instantly asking rafe what that was. he’s answering, talking about how “you can’t associate with pogues anymore” and “you’re gonna dig yourself into a hole if you yap about how much you adore the pogues in front of the wrong people.” you’re glossy-eyed the entire time, very confused.

“but i like kie,” is your meek answer.

“i know, baby, but this is important, okay? i’m trying to help you. can you do this for me?” and you nod. because as much as rafe is controlling sometimes, he’s always right for the most part.

you distance yourself from the pogues, listening to your boyfriend. ruthie has started to be less warm around you anyway, it seems one positive mention of the pogues flipped a cold switch in her brain. she’s not even bothering to talk to you about why she’s mad, and you don’t have a chance to explain that you’re not associating with the pogues anymore.

the next time you see the pogues is at the beach. rafe had brought you along to sit in the sand with him while his buddies surfed, and you were happy to come along and tan. conveniently, you’re set up right beside the pogues. you give them a smile and wave, unlike all the people around you who are whispering about them and glaring at them.

as the pogues are leaving a little while later and you’re all packing up to leave as well, ruthie, who’s already in the car, decides to scare them a bit and drift the car around the pogues and their things. in the process, the most devastating thing happens — she runs over a turtle hatch. you rush to go check on them, but rafe holds you back. you’re already tearing up.

“ruthie, oh my gosh— did you know what you just did?” you ask.

“yeah, who cares? they’re just turtles,”

that turns your upset expression into anger. “i— i’m sorry, ruthie, are you kidding?” ruthie’s head is turning back and forth at kiara, who’s now yelling too. “those were baby animals, and you just killed them! and— and everyone was so happy to see them, and they had a life to live, and you were a stupid asshole and you ran them over! and kie—“ she cuts off your rambling the minute that name leaves your mouth.

“ohhh, it’s all over kie, huh?” she sighs. “honey, i’m sorry i killed your little turtles, okay? is that what you want, an apology? want me to apologize to your girlfriend too, hm? you’re a sweetheart, truly, for pretending to care about those dumb animals— and the turtles too, i guess. don’t worry about kie, she’s a big girl, she’ll be fine.”

the obvious fake-kindness and patronizing tone makes the first tear spill.

“rafe, you really picked a sweet one,” ruthie continues, looking up at your boyfriend, still holding you from behind. “a pogue-loving ditzy cunt, you just won the lottery,” she says sarcastically, batting her eyelashes and smiling.

he says nothing, because if he argues then suddenly he’s not full-kook anymore, people will think he’s defending the pogues, when he just wants to defend you. he holds you tighter as he moves you to his side. “c’mon, let’s walk home, yeah? we’ll take the pretty way home,” he mutters, dragging you and your teary face away.

from there on out, you’re constantly attacked by only one girl for two simple comments you made. you’ve never been in a fight with anyone, let alone another girl, and you’re unsure how to act. but thank goodness that for now, until it escalates, it’s nothing that can’t be fixed with some dick from rafe.

[sunsbaby]

ּ ֶָ֢ heaven above presents

angel !reader . . .

ANGEL!READER showed up at the bunker unannounced, the look on her face showing that of wonder. Eyes shining bright, which to Dean the world almost seemed too big for her. It was easy for her to trust, almost too easy. She fit right in, babbling about heaven and asking questions to both Sam and Dean which had the most obvious answers. She seemed so ditzy, like she might've been a medic upstairs, or even just a wandering angel—they were wrong.

ANGEL!READER was a warrior, albeit she didn't have to look, all pink and frilly. But, she was fierce, cast down to Earth for Heaven's sake. Of course the brothers never knew that for the longest time, not wanting to make her upset by asking questions.

ANGEL!READER is full of everything warm and fuzzy. Hair that always perfectly framed her face, pink somewhere adorning her body. Her nails are always in tip-top-shape, french tips are her go-to. She may have fought many battles, but was innocent to everything else. Her lacey underwear which always peaked overtop her jeans, and the heels on her feet. The purity and innocence that shown in her eyes made Dean's heart ache, not from hurt —but from love. However, lord did she have a way with words. Dean told anyone and everyone despite her appearance she had the mouth of a sailor. Though he adored her, trailing behind his girl like a puppy—keeping her safe, even though she didn't need protection.

˚₊‧꒰ა 𓂋 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

an 𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐋𝐒 𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐒

꒰ stranded feathers ꒱

sunny yaps! HIIII A NEW !READER IS HEREE!! I HOPE U GUYS ENJOYY! (im doing this instead of finishing my drafts 🤫) I LOVE UU ALL!!

𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐒𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐘 ® 𓂃 do not repost or copy my works without permission!!

[abusivelittlebunny]

Omg thats sounds so... i can't even find a word for it.

I had this thought though, and while i don't like liam he's eh to me, what would be worse is if horner was actually a dick to most people who aren't max (max doesn't see that side of him much if at all) and liam explains to carlos after sex one reason he's been trying to get horners child in him is so he's not booted out of his seat for an alpha cause sex with horner doesn't really do it for liam and his ditzy act is just that, liam tells him the second reason stating how he can't have his seat if he doesn't have sex with horner regularly as it states in his contract while also saying that he'd rather be with an alpha that actually cares for him and that if he had horners child he could atleast stop having sex with him for a while, liam also feels bad for doing this behind max's back but he doesn't really have a choice if he doesn't want to be used as a breeding mare for the rest of the redbull team.

Anyway sorry, i just find the au your building to be fascinating and i wanted to add to it, you don't actually make this a thing in it.

–🍑

Further yapping with spoilers below the cut!

This is a very interesting addition and I'll definitely take it into consideration because I also do want Liam to want to get married to Horner to keep his RB seat.

I don't think Horner is necessarily bad in bed but he makes it clear to Liam that he's just a good lay to him, nothing more, and Liam is very much hurt by it because yeah he does want to be loved and cherished, another thing he envies about Max who has multiple alphas devoted to him.

It is an utter punch to the gut when he tells Carlos he's pregnant and Carlos tells him to get rid of it (while looking away, unable to face Liam even if he wants to harden himself more than anything, he can't help it, maybe his father was right and he's too soft for this world, catching affection for any omega he takes to bed and immediately wanting to claim his offspring with pride and joy). It's not the reaction he expected at all and it breaks him.

Liam can't drive to the clinic. He just can't. He's too scared, too beaten down and Carlos grabs him by the elbow and drags him to the car, throwing him in the passenger seat and driving there himself. His frustration comes from within, he's mad at himself for not wanting Liam to get rid of the kid despite how this was the reason why he did all this in the first place. He is so full of tension he's ready to burst at any minute while Liam is sobbing next to him, clutching at his tummy. He's only two months ahead, but during that time Carlos has been fucking him almost every day even after his heat ended, barely letting Liam out of bed and even then it was just to feed him, which always ended with fucking Liam on the kitchen counter or against the wall or over the table or on the couch or the floor- at one point Carlos broke the bedframe and barely even thought about it, fucking another load into Liam before carrying him to the guest room to continue.

Sure, Carlos started out mean, downright evil when he first cornered Liam in the factory and barely pulled his race-suit off to wreck him against the nearest wall before taking him home with himself, but that was only in the beginning. Carlos had a tender side to him, one that kissed his forehead and pet his hair while Liam laid down on top of him, exhausted and drenched in sweat, knot stretching his full cunt, and one that took his time and effort when it came to giving him nice relaxing baths and washing Liam's hair and feeding him regularly delicious meals.

Carlos couldn't possibly convince him that he was heartless with the beautiful nursery set up right next to the guest room where his children slept when Carlos could have them stay over. Liam looked at the amount of effort he put into furnishing the room, the decoration and pictures all speaking for themselves; he was so proud of all of his children and had their birthdays all marked in the calendar displayed in large on the wall with specific toys each favored in separate cabinets and he kept a journal of their development and updated it daily.

Liam flipped through it secretly while Carlos was cooking him something delicious inbetween rounds, giggling and kicking his feet in fascination as he learned more and more about the alpha that never even looked in his direction previously.

He now knew the twin alpha boys he had with Max were most partial to a plush lion and plush tiger each. He knew that the alpha daughter he had with George was partial to jazz and could be instantly cheered up from crying when he sang to her and rocked her in his arms in a silly dance. He knew that Oscar's omega daughter fell asleep in the car almost as soon as she was put in it and that she rarely ever cried but was just as stubborn as her mother. He knew Franco's alpha son preferred yelling over crying like he was already questioning his authority and how Carlos can't help giving in and spoiling him which is a little embarrassing but he doesn't like to see him in distress so he can't help it.

He knew how much Lando cried to him until he was finally able to keep the fetus and how much it meant to the both of them. He knew how beautiful he found Logan when he was breastfeeding their alpha son and how he loved that he inherited Logan's beautiful green eyes but Carlos' dark curls but he didn't dare to tell him that. He knew of the regret Carlos felt for hurting Charles by impregnating his younger brother but how much he looked forward to driving Arthur to his ultrasound appointments and how it looked like they would have an omega girl.

He knew that while Carlos couldn't ever move on from all the hurt has they have caused each other with Charles, he couldn't possibly endure the divorce finalizing one day and how he wasn't able to let go of his hand when Charles was in labor, feeling his pain through the bond making it the most personal and wonderful experience of his life and how he wants to experience it again and again, give their beautiful alpha son Jules many more younger siblings and end this god-awful separation that is killing them both.

Carlos was a giver, even if he pretended not to be. He was a good alpha and a good father and a good man. He couldn't hide that soft side with Liam glued to his side almost constantly.

He did take Liam back to his own place eventually but his stay there was brief. Liam knew when Carlos kissed him goodbye in the doorway (after pounding him again for good measure in said doorway) that he couldn't possibly let this be a one time thing that they could pretend never happened. The next day he packed his things and drove back to Carlos' place on his own and he didn't even need to say a word before Carlos picked him up and carried him to the couch for round 2. And he made him pancakes after.

A man like that asking him to get rid of their child, however unplanned it was, seemed impossible. Even when they reached the parking lot of the clinic, Liam just couldn't believe it. He begged him amongst tears, promised he'd never bother Carlos again, not make him take responsibility just please, please-

"Go." Was all Carlos said to him, not even looking in his direction, just staring out his window and clutching at the steering wheel with an iron grip.

It shocked Liam into silence and after a couple minutes of slowing his breathing, he did.

He numbly opened the car door and walked into the clinic, feeling like his head was under water as he walked up to the receptionist. He knew he was being asked questions and had been given a form to fill out but he couldn't really understand it. He wasn't able to answer anything, pen slack in his hand and the paper too wet to write on. Wet? Ah, he was crying again, he didn't even notice.

What he noticed however was the front door busting open with the volume of a gunshot, and he turned in time as Carlos near tackled him to the ground with the force of how he ran into him. He thought for a brief second that he was in trouble but Carlos had his arms around him, picking him up and squeezing him so tight to himself it left bruises.

But the pain meant nothing when all Liam could hear was Carlos' breathless chanting of: "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, please don't, please don't do it, please, please, I'm sorry, I want it, I want our baby, I want you to keep it, please don't go through with this, I'm so sorry-," right against his neck.

Carlos fucking ran to the car, still carrying Liam as if he was afraid that Liam might bolt the moment he lets him go and the sex they had on the backseat was nothing short of a complete rebirth of their affair. It was as if a wall has been broken down, Carlos couldn't stop saying how perfect and gorgeous Liam was as he kissed him all over, how he couldn't wait to see what a beautiful baby he'd birth for him and how he would have Liam move in with him permanently as soon as possible and he doesn't care what Max will say, he can't let him get rid of his baby, he can't, he will protect Liam and their child with his life-

And it suddenly clicked to Liam.

Max.

Max was the reason why Carlos was at the factory. Max told Carlos to make a move on him when he was on the brink of heat. Max was the reason why Carlos treated him so rough in the beginning, hurting him and calling him mean things while now he was his pure adoring self worshipping him in the backseat while the rain hammered down outside.

Max wanted him to get knocked up and then force him to abort it to hurt him.

Liam clawed at Carlos' rain soaked shirt until he ripped it clean off his back and cried out as he pushed his perfect cock back into Liam's cunt where it belonged.

He kissed the praises right out of Carlos' mouth and rocked back against his thrusts, begging him to fuck him harder and harder and harder and never ever let him go again.

Oh how he was going to make Max regret to have ever been born.

[ditzybat]

I love how this Challengers parody implies that Bruce and John, have, in fact, boinked.

[a-bad-case-of-the-stephs]

Thinking about how Steph looks sm like Arthur again, down to their stupid little ponytails. She definitely cut her hair in Robin #100 bc it reminded her too much of him, right? Like we never get a reason for the style change in canon I don't think, to the point I actually misremembered it as having happened after his death (due to above reasoning) but no it was a good 10 or so issues prior. Obvs she could've just cut it for non angst reasons but that's no fun is it? (There is also an argument to be made that with the comment she makes to Cole the elevator boy about how long haired blondes are seen as ditzy and short haired blondes are brainy- which is a debatable take on the blonde stereotype but hey man writing this- it could also be for reasons of Gender and Perception but again, not gone into by writers).

Love that take. Nothing like stephanie browns overwhelming fear she will end like her father.

That whole era is so insanely messy timeline wise, Between GK37, Batman Family, whatever was going on with the Birds??? I don’t even know. I’ve definitely thought it was an Arthur’s death thing too at some point, it just really seems like it should be.

I miss her stupid bob sm 💔💔. I actually just today got a physical copy of Robin 111 finally and it’s such a srsly darling look. So off topic but the bruise is so important to me. How often do we see characters with sustained injuries, especially things which should be as common as bruises or scrapes? But Steph’s vulnerability is plastered on her throughout the issue. She can’t hide her bruise, it’s right there on her face, and we see it be seen by characters, by the librarians who offer her coffee and by the waitress who points it out. Likewise Steph’s trauma is ‘exposed’ in the same way. She can’t hide her immediate reaction to the news abt the tv show cutting the sexual assault plot, and when she tells Tim about Jim Murray and shares that deep ‘buried secret’, that formative trauma, it’s not just Tim who finds out, the man at the music store overhears as well. Steph’s wounds both internal and external are laid bare in this issue, and importantly not private or truly hideable. Okay tangent over sorry i just love Robin 111 so much.

Funnily enough, it seems like Arthur has a bob himself in the ‘flashback’(?) as Steph relays to Tim how she learned of his death. So I checked back and yeah, in their last face to face encounter Arthur’s rocking a bob. So if anything, Steph stole his look??? Weirdly enough???

Now I’m imagining Steph chopping off her hair in rage and tears after a really bad night and then looking into the mirror and going: fuck because she forgot Arthur had gotten the bob as well. Comedic but also really sad. The ensuing emotional whiplash and hypothetical breakdown might explain why Steph never goes back to the short hair look.

Also yea that thing with Cole was a little stupid and dumb. Hate to say it but I don’t actually think that’s a real stereotype?? Love to think of Steph and gender and perception anyhow you’re so very right for pointing it out.

Steph discord server (which you should totally join btw!!!) was talking about a concept with Steph and perception and gender a while back: what if the vaguely gender neutral implications of her og suit stuck and Steph purposefully misled other vigilantes/villians into believing she was a guy? Was yapping abt Steph aligning herself with masculinity as a way to distance herself from her expierences which tie femininity to victimization.

Doesn’t really apply so much to the bob cut but I got reminded of this bc of the hair and gender stuff and figured I’d toss it in. Something to chew on ig!! Thank you 4 the ask!

[licorishh]

PLEASE give us some insight into how bo-katan feels after spending one (1) day putting up with ahsoka and rex's reunited shenanigans during the siege of mandalore.

or even just during the trip there if you're really feeling unhinged about them.

(which, me too)

oh my goodness she is so tired. bo-katan is accustomed to the mandalorian way of charging straight in like a bull in a china shop in all matters including affairs of the heart so when she's forced to put up with these absolute nuisances disney channel-ing it up for like 48 hours she is ready to DIP

i'm imagining that on the way there they're chit-chatting and yapping their heads off and bo-katan is like "guys. guys please. can we focus we're about to be dealing with a sith lord y'all can we pl---" and ahsoka's like "yes yes very sad anyway." like when i said "ditzy and enamored" i meant it bro those two have NO shame and bo-katan is actively losing her mind. if she hears another stupid giggle or sees another dumb 👁👁 stare she is going to declare another mando/jedi war

i very much envision it being like a long long long spiel of "no YOU hang up <3"-type nonsense and bo-katan being bo-katan is beginning to seriously consider how bad it would *really* be to just shove them both off a building and get it over with

i also think bo-katan would get some whiplash from ahsoka's behavior because up until they actually leave for mandalore ahsoka is very quiet and serious and sedate and then this Other Guy enters the picture and suddenly she's acting like a ditzy teenager and so too is this Other Guy ?? and she's like ???? cause she is relatively certain she's never seen nor heard of a clone and jedi interacting like this ????? and then she’s like "....oh so THAT'S how it is nah alright i get it"

i like to think this explains the somewhat jarring and abrupt way in which ahsoka and bo-katan part ways in shattered, also

one last thing being that in this one scene in uhh... i think it's old friends not forgotten but it might be phantom apprentice, the one where ahsoka and rex and bo-katan are all talking to obi-wan via holo and then obi-wan's like "ay lemme holler at ahsoka for a minute" and then for like zero reason at all rex looks at ahsoka and he goes like ":3" before walking off and leaving (another one of those things about those four episodes that just makes me think "?? 😭 dude that was so unnecessary how do you expect me to interpret this in ANY other way") and i like to think bo-katan just stared very pointedly at ahsoka after this like "🤨 so we gonna talk about that or no?"

LONG frickin' answer sorry but i just love those four episodes so frickin' much and yes i am so unspeakably unhinged about those two and maul + bo-katan being unwilling/unamused third wheels is immensely entertaining to me

honestly after answering this i am extremely tempted to draft up a quick crack drabble from bo-katan's pov. that would be very very fun

[agerefandomstuff]

cg!butcher x little!readerrrr??? mayb reader is like a rlly ditzy bimbo and butcher kinda loathes them for it but reader regresses in front of him accidentally nd he kinda takes care of them n learns to love themmm >_<

Title: Clumsy Lil Idiot

Word Count: 1648

Description: Butcher doesn't know why he puts up with you. You're so... so stupid. Pretty, sure. But stupid. Yet he still finds himself taking care of you. Maybe it's because you're a light in his dark balmy life. or maybe it's cause he's worried one of these times those stairs are gonna finally actually take you out.

CW: the boys, scraped knees, mentions of drug use and weapons

A/N: Idiot is wrote with love every single time.

“You are the biggest, clumsiest idiot I've ever met.” Butcher grumbled out picking you up off the floor where you’d tripped and fallen, claiming you'd forgotten the last step was still broken even though you tripped over it every. Single. Damn. time. 

He’d believed it the first few times. That you hadn't been looking, you hadn't seen it, your heels were too high, the information had simply slipped your mind with everything else going on… on and on. He came up with excuses for you or tried to accept the reasons you gave for why your ass landed sprawled out on the floor with a new bruise or scrape or hell–that one time you had even given yourself a bloody nose. Which should’ve reminded you well enough about that bloody step!

But no. Now he knew better.

You were an idiot.

A true and whole hearted idiot.

Who never watched where she was going and only survived this messed up, dangerous world by sheer luck and beauty.

And your beauty was truly one of the last things that was keeping him from snapping and banning you from following him around like one of those pampered shiny coat rat dogs that never learned to stop yapping because its dumbass owner never told you to shut up. 

He was old, tired, and didn’t have the time to be babysitting another greenie besides Hughie when he was so focused on his missions. Yet here he found himself picking you up off the floor again and hauling you to the bathroom to patch up your knees while you blabbered on another excuse he'd liked heard a hundred times by now. 

He hoisted you up by your waist onto the counter, a routine you were familiar enough with to know just when to give enough of a jump to help his aching old man muscles get you up there and you’d stashed your own preferred bandaids in the medkit. The medkit Frenchie bought specifically for you that you both decorated with stickers that Kimiko also added little cute doodles on. 

“Can I have the Starlight bandaids today?” You asked him, peeking into the little container as he pulled out the alcohol wipes and neosporin. 

“Y’outta them ones.” He grumbled, hating that he knew that without having to look.

You pouted slightly, frustrated you couldn't wear the bandaids you originally wanted. You liked wearing those ones when you knew you'd see Annie but they didn't make that design anymore since they got discontinued after… well. Everything that had happened with her.

You usually wouldn't get as upset over that as you felt now but.. Something was nagging in the back of your mind. Trying to ignore it, you settled for the second best option, “What about the pink rainbows?”

“Aye. Now stop swingin yer legs so I can clean em.” he brought down an alcohol wipe and began to clean your left knee first, not being very graceful as he did since he wouldn't usually even clean scrapes this minor on anyone but you’d complained enough that he’d been forced to learn how you preferred things. You suck in a breath of air at the stinging pain from the alcohol, whining quietly when he repeats the action to the second knee.

“Owww…” you complained, giving him a look that he promptly ignored in favor of wiping the goopy medicine over your knees. “Remember! Pink rainbows bandaids. Not the first one you grab. It has to be the pink rainbows today.”

Y’know… you weren’t a supe but sometimes he still wondered if you weren't sent straight to him from Vought’s lab as his own genetically engineered demon, meant to deter him from getting anything done by just inconveniencing him to death.

Once he was finally done putting all four pink rainbow bandaids on your knees you weren't complaining anymore, giggling quietly instead as you watched him take care of your boo-boos.

“Can you kiss them too? To make the ouchies better?” you hadn't ever asked him that before but.. He was already at knee level and did just about everything else you asked him to with your evil stair injuries.

“Do I look like a man that wants t’kiss your oozing cuts?” he grabbed your hand, tugging slightly to make you hop down but you didn't let go once you were down. Instead getting distracted by the way your skirt had bounced when you did. 

“You make them sound icky! They're just scrapes.” you argued, bouncing in place while still holding his hand trying to make your skirt bounce with you again. 

“If they're just scrapes y’wouldn't need some cheap lil kids’ plasters fer em eve’y day, now wouldja?” he watched with mild annoyance as you bounced around like an energetic little kid and giggled at… he had no idea. He had no clue what went on in your mind. He could only imagine it was like taking acid after getting a lobotomy. Weird colorful shit with no thoughts.

He sighed and rolled his eyes at your actions, moving to leave the bathroom whether you let go of his hand or not wasn’t the problem. Honestly it probably would almost be safer if he kept a hold of it in case you tripped again. Maybe then he could catch you before he’d have to fix you back up again today.

Your gaze lifted as you felt his hand tighten around yours and tug again, encouraging you to follow after him. With a happy little skip in your step. You just felt light enough that it felt right! Skipping and bouncing and giggling and holding his hand all felt right.

“Butcher, can I have a snack?”

“Y’think we keep snacks down ‘ere? Where? With the arse bombs or the anti-supe chems?”

“Well.. Frenchie always seems to be chewing on something.”

“Yeah. Cause he’s high. Fiend’s prolly got himself a pacifier ‘round ‘ere t’keep from grinding his teeth right down t’he’s gums.”

“A pacifier? Like a binky.. for babies?”

“Sure.”

“I have a binky too!” you proudly tell him, excited at the idea of sharing something in common with Frenchie. But Butcher didn't seem to share your enthusiasm, stopping dead in his tracks and looking at you with that kind of scary hard to read look he sometimes gave you when you said something really stupid.

“What could you possibly need a soother for? Actually… You know what I just remembered? I don't give a rat’s ass. Y’probably still suck your thumb n’ play with bath toys. Yer just that childish.”

He turned back around and kept walking, hardly leaving you any time to think about what he said before he’d stopped by the worn out couch to sit you down in hopes that you might stay put while he went to check on the others. Sticking with his comment he grabs a doll M.M. had just bought to repaint or something as an addition to the doll house he’d been consumed with, and hands it to you.

“‘ere. Pop this open and play with it till I’m back. Kay? Dontchu leave this area. I don't want to see y’go past this table, not a pigtail, a finger, not a tush. None of it.”

You look at the boxed doll with surprise at first, holding it like you weren't sure exactly what to do with it but then you really looked at it. And ohhhh man. That doll was calling your name.

A smile slowly broke out on your face as you broke the doll out of its confines. It was so pretty! It had curly hair and beautiful dark skin with roller skates with wheels that actually spun!! She came with a dog, a hairbrush, and extra clothes that made you squeal out of excitement.

Very quickly you’d become inraptured with your own game, having taken things off the coffee table to make makeshift scenes and places for your doll to go along with using a magazine to add more characters by tearing out parts of pages that had people. You were so invested in your play that you had yet to notice Butcher had come back after almost an hour, a small plate in hand of sliced bananas and apples with peanut butter.

He stood there for a while, watching you speak on behalf of the doll and paper people, giggling and squealing as you made them do different things. He should've been surprised by the sight. But as it is with the stairs. He simply wasn't surprised by your actions anymore. If anything he was relieved you’d listened to him. He’d shoplift you a hundred dolls if it meant he knew you'd happily stay put without getting injured by following him everywhere. Because when it came down to it. No matter how much you annoyed him he wanted you safe. There weren't many things around him that remain untouched by devastation.

And here you were. Proving how… pure and innocent you can be.

Butcher sets the plate on the coffee table without a word, stepping over your little world to crash onto the couch. He’d be content to simply sit here for a while and watch you play. 

“Butcher look! Her name is Tisha and she's going to the party with Tom but Tom already promised Andrea he was taking her to the party!”

“That so? They gonna have t’brawl it out behind the pub over the stupid bloke?”

“They're gonna beat him up for two-timing them! Then they're gonna turn into fairies and–” you rambled on about your made up story, butcher adding in his two cents when necessary and leaning down to feed you an apple slice once in a while. He knew you’d been peckish after all and he needed to keep your energy up so he would be able to learn all of the lore of this world afterall. 

[24kmar]

𝑩𝑼𝑵𝑵𝒀!𝑹𝑬𝑨𝑫𝑬𝑹

︵‿୨♡୧‿︵

¤ Bubbly, hyper, clingy. ¤

¤ Bunny!Reader who, is lowkey kind of ditzy. She doesn't do it on purpose, her brain just works a little different than most.

¤ Bunny!Reader who, is super bubbly. She always comes home from parties with atleast 3 friends.

¤ Bunny!Reader who, never runs out of energy. She's like the fucking energizer rabbit, she literally bounces off the walls.

¤ Bunny!Reader who, is too trusting, its her downfall.

¤ Bunny!Reader who, can't read signals. Always getting into trouble cause she can't tell that she's being a little too touchy/friendly.

¤ Bunny!Reader who, has never had to work for anything in life. Her parents always had her covered. Sigh.

¤ Bunny!Reader who, is very clingy. She wants to be in your lap, hugging you, cuddling, she wants to be in your skin.

¤ Bunny!Reader who, is a pillow princess. Even tho she has alot of energy, she'll do whatever she's told which usually is just her sitting pretty & enjoying the show. She has a tank load of energy though so she can go for a good amount of rounds.

¤ Bunny!Reader who, is a huge blabber mouth. Since she can't read signals she can't figure out when to stop yapping.

¤ Bunny!Reader who, unfortunately forgives too easy. It goes hand in hand with her being to trusting, she'll believe you're sorry too easy.

¤ Bunny!Reader who, can be a brat at times but can very easily be tamed.