#he goes Ow\

[swiggity-swexual-i-am-asexual]

We all know the semi-canonical ‘all the Robins know to hide/duck inside of Batman’s cape, even as adults’ thing.

We also know that Danny ‘is LITERALLY a ghost’ Fenton sucks at remembering his own intangibility while ALSO forgetting to look ahead of him.

All I’m saying is, Danny Fenton (or Phantom, if you’d really like) would absolutely SLAM into Batman on accident while running on roof tops and Bruce ‘Brooding Instinct’ Wayne doesn’t even think twice about letting the kid hide and scanning around for danger before there’s a record scratch of ‘wait who tf is this?’ kicks in.

[meowsticmarvels]

metaphor rephantazio is really funny because while it does recycle persona mechanics i am very glad it also carries over the archetype of "guy who meets the protagonist and then immediately desides he'll die for him in the span of a day or two" with strohl. it takes SO little time for him to decide this and tells him his tragic backstory not long after. okay dude

[palskippah]

Hi! This is Ballister, he loves his personal space.

These are Ambrosius and Nimona, they also love Ballister's personal space.

References under the cut! :D

Also the there goes my baaabyyy

That's it!

[elysiae]

you know when you accidentally shock somebody because of like static or wtv? do you think Amir does that to his team on purpose when he gets annoyed with them

[keynil]

i wld pay so much money for zoro and sanji to talk about blades w each other like !! sanji seeing zoro clean his blades w so much care turning into comparing where the weight shld sit on a good kitchen knife vs a sword. nerding out abt different oils/whetstones until they realise they've been talking excitedly to each other for almost an hour and start fighting to restore the equilibrium

zoro seeing one of sanjis knives left damp on the cutting board after some random ambush. cleaning and drying it before putting it back in the rack bc he knows sanji wld never leave his knife like that if he had a choice

sanji seeing that zoro chipped an edge during their latest fight and silently leaving his whetstones in the crows nest bc he knows the larger grit wld be more helpful

(40 y/o zoro leaving a set of knives in the kitchen for sanji to find as an anniversary gift and sanji realising that he not only still remembered the first real conversation they ever had, but also the exact brand sanji had been so excited abt)

[charmac]

That one bottom x bottom comic is Macdennis to me

[loverofsoups]

Hc that marvey have an ‘i owe you’ system where they can ask each other at random points to do something for the other without any questions (it cant be work related tasks) and the other has to agree. Sort of like a i trust you and need you pack but for life

[c-kiddo]

here is my take abt the poll: i voted cad partly because i wanted to see the results but also i think the first time he goes in a supermarket he would have a fun time for a solid 10 minutes looking at different useful things and then suddenly the lights and sounds are attacking him and wow thats a lot of words and colours everywhere (like the nat1 perception check he got in rexxentrum in which there was so many details he got overwhelmed </3) and theres lots of options and oh man hes got 2 scurry tf out of there. but also i think yasha would hate it. caleb at first but i think he puts headphones on and learns shopping strats and turns it into a rly autistic game where he lines things up in his basket and calculates the exact total in his brain and optimises and balances the weight he has to carry back home etc. he goes at the same time every week (quiet hours perhaps) but if the layout changes he wont go again for like 2 weeks bc it annoyed him sm

[capesandshapes]

Some of the most disgusting and vile things I've ever heard said about women cis or trans has come from men in the gaming and nerd culture communities who feel an entitlement to female affection and sexuality due to grandiose fairytale bullshit that they're too stupid to realize was crafted by America's tech millionaires who were trying to foster a sense of a community and pacify underpaid workers with a promise of a greater tomorrow in which money and pussy would rain from the heavens as a reward for their suffering. Look to the great leader (whose parents are definitely only a little rich) as an example of what you the everyman whose overtime is paid in bottled waters can accomplish.

Like "I'm a nerd, not like other guys. Girls were really into the jocky ones growing up but little did they know I'm going to be rich and famous because I like computers and magic the gathering-- my computer science degree and superior intellect means I am entitled pussy from these feeble minded women. Watch me degrade the stupid sluts who don't want me."

Homie ur a weirdo. You can open Microsoft command prompt and build a rollercoaster in Minecraft. Maybe once or twice you've entered the BIOS menu via spamming the f key of your choosing. You're not breaking new pussy guaranteed 'how dare she not' ground here.

[akkivee]

all of humanity’s karma, bring it forth | offer it all up, from beginning to end | with my inner eye open, the lotus flower blooms

[jadewritesficshere]

What if for a moment

Steve Harrington x female!reader

Contains: drinking and being hungover, flirting, "unrequited" love (its not unrequited its just fear of change), female!reader wearing a bra, getting together, Steve calls reader "Honey", references reader (and Robin) stealing Steve's clothes.

18+ only

Your conscious slowly wakes up. Your head pounding, spinning even as you lay still. You inhale slowly, trying to steady yourself. Trying to remember what happened last night. The scent of Steve's cologne permeates your senses.

It's calming, albeit a little confusing. You start to open your eyes, but the light causes your head to hurt worse. You scrunch your eyes shut and shift in the bed. Moving causes you to notice the weight of something wrapped around your waist.

Your eyes snap open, Steve's sleeping face laid on the pillow next to yours. His arm wrapped around you, holding you close.

He looks so soft like this, so vulnerable. Hair messed up, sticking up in all directions. The subtle tension he holds in his eyebrows is gone, not a line of worry or stress on his face. His lips are slightly parted, soft exhales escaping along with a hint of drool.

You can feel your face warm. It takes everything in you not to fidget, you don't want to wake him up. You feel you shouldn't see him in such a state.

You've been friends for years, but waking up in bed like this? It's too much. Too...intimate.

You close your eyes, and for a moment, imagine this is normal.

What if those years ago, you didn't dismiss Steve asking you on a date because you thought it was a joke. What if at the last party, when you kissed, you didn't pretend nothing had happened the next day like you had the last five times it happened. What if you were honest about your feelings, your unfading love for him. What if you weren't afraid and took that leap?

You think it would be like this. Waking up wrapped in the embrace of your love. Soft smiles and kisses. You can see it clearly, you laughing as you push away, claiming you needed to brush your teeth. Steve would pull you closer and kiss all over your face. You would kiss back, brushing your teeth all but forgotten.

You'd make breakfast together. Hands reaching out and gently touching each other as you moved about the kitchen. He'd come up behind you, hands on your hips, pulling you into him. He'd gently sway with you to music, whether he hums a song or it's playing on the radio.

You'd giggle and turn so you could wrap your arms around him. You'd watch a smile spread across his face, corners of his eyes wrinkling from how wide he's smiling. Your eyes would dart down, you'd like your lips. You'd both be smiling, trying to purse your lips enough as you'd go to kiss-

"You're staring," Steve mumbles, snapping you out of your thoughts. He moves his hand off your waist and rubs his eyes. "Sorry," you whisper, feeling embarrassed at being caught.

"Don't be. I like it." Steve grins slightly at you before stretching," What time is it?". Your heart is beating faster- he likes it!- as you turn to look at the clock. You can't tell if he actually means it and is flirting or if he's just charismatic.

You told Robin that once. She stared at you for a full minute before calling you an idiot and walking away.

"It's almost ten," You sit up. The blanket tumbles down as you stretch your arms. You can hear Steve's sharp inhale. Your eyes snap to look at him. His mouth is slightly open, eyes wide, as he stares at your chest.

You look down, seeing your bright red bra. "Oh my god," you snatch the blanket up, covering yourself instantly. You hide your face behind the blanket, only your wide eyes visible. "Sorry!" You both exclaim in unison.

Steve clears his throat as his eyes dart off to the side, scratching at his cheek absently," You, uh, have nothing to be sorry for. It's a good color on you. You look good- great! Great just lovely-" Steve winces," I'm gonna stop talking now."

"Uh thanks...where's my shirt?" You ask softly. You like that Steve seems flustered, that he likes what he sees. But you also want to jump out the window and run down the street to get out of his sight. Yes, you've imagined him seeing you like this, but not in this context. This is just embarrassing.

"Uh...let me think," Steve's brow furrows as he frowns. "We were at a bar..."

"Celebrating Eddie's new job." You supply. You remember this clearly. Trying a fruity drink with Robin, doing shots as a group, getting your usual drink. It gets a bit fuzzy as the night goes on.

"Yeah yeah...did some shots, which damn i do not remember feeling this bad the day after." "Yeah, no, me neither."

Steve hums," There was a fight right?" "Oh yeah!" It's like watching a movie as the memory comes back. Two idiots at the bar started fighting, a glass getting thrown near you. Steve had pushed you behind him defensively. He was tense and ready to fight if need be, but you were more focused on how his ass popped in those jeans. You could not tell him that. But what happened next-

"Hopper showed up. He sighed real heavily when he saw us, cause we were drunker then a skunk." You chuckle slightly remembering his disapproving face.

Steve snaps his fingers and points at you," Yes! He took us home. Dropped Eddie off first, then Robin." You nod in agreement.

Steve pauses, looking at you as if he can see through the blanket you were hiding behind," Do you remember what happened in the car?" "No?!" Your voice comes out strangled, "Why, what happened?" Steve's face flushes and he looks away," Don't worry about it."

Then it hits you. You can see it all clearly. Like the last few times yall had drank together, you kissed Steve. Or Steve kissed you, you don't remember that part clearly. But you can remember his lips on yours. His hands running up your sides, you practically climbing on top of him. "Hey hey hey!" Hopper yelled. The slam of the brakes threw you off of Steve and against the front seats. "Don't you dare have sex in my car!"

You want to scream. Of course you kissed Steve, again, but in front of Hopper? With his disappointed angry dad vibes? You have to leave town and assume a fake identity, you can never face Hopper again.

"Well we made it home," Steve announces," And you said you were tired." You clear your throat. You had said that. Practically fell on your way up the stairs, Steve stumbling behind you trying to help.

"And we came in here and got in bed," you look around Steve's room and see your shirt crushed on the floor," I said I was hot and threw my shirt." "Yeah, and then you passed out. Not like actually passed out, you just said good night and went to sleep."

Steve gets out of bed, groaning slightly as his back and knees crack, mumbling something about "in my twenties...damn upside down.."

His feet make light sounds as he pads over to your shirt. When he bends to grab it you do NOT watch his ass. You don't dart your eyes to the ceiling as soon as he stands.

Steve tosses your shirt at you, hitting you in the face. "Get dressed, I'll make breakfast. If you want to wear something else, feel free to steal something." "It's not stealing if you give me permission." Steve scoffs," I'll never see it again, between you and Robin it's a wonder i have any clothes at all."

You hold your middle finger up at Steve's retreating form. The door shuts with a quiet click and you can hear him make his way down the stairs. You swing your legs out of the bed and slowly stand.

You pad over to his dresser. There are many things covering the top. A trophy from baseball, crumpled dollar bills and some loose change, a mini calender, and some folded clean clothes. You pick up the sweatshirt and watch as something flutters to the ground.

You look down at the picture looking up at you. Jonathan must have taken it at the last get together when you were drunk. Steve's arm is slung over your shoulders, he's staring down at you. You're leaning into him, arms wrapping around his middle. Your smile is wide. You look so happy to be there. And Steve looks at you with-

You inhale. Love. Adoration. The look on Steve's face.

You weren't looking into things. He wasn't just kissing you when you were drunk because he didn't want to make you sad or because he was horny. He was kissing you because he wanted to. He has been flirting. Robin was right, you were an idiot

You throw the sweatshirt on and practically run down the stairs. "Whoa, where's the fire?" Steve calls from the kitchen. You rush in, colliding with him as he's walking out. You almost fall, Steve's large hands grasping you to steady you. Your hands grasp his shoulders.

Steve's eyes dart all over your face. "What-"

"I remember. In the car." You blurt out. Steve's eyes widen slightly as he blinks at you. He licks his lips, your eyes focusing in on the movement,"You do?"

"I said I didn't cause I thought that you'd regret it. That you were just appeasing me. But you weren't, were you?" You bite your lip. Steve lifts a hand to rest on your cheek, thumb lightly pulling your lip out of your mouth, "I wasn't appeasing you, I wanted to kiss you."

"Yeah?" "Yeah, Honey." "Do you still want to?" Steve grins at your question. His thumb retreats from your lip, hand on your cheek holding you steady as he leans in. His lips are just millimeters away, you can feel the warmth of his breath. He pauses for a moment, as if to give you a chance to change your mind.

You surge forward kissing him. His lips are so soft against yours. Steve groans slightly as he deepens the kiss. Your arms wrap around his neck, hand finding his hair and carding through it. He yanks you closer to him, flush to his body.

You feel a jolt of energy down your spine, a warmth spreading throughout. You moan slightly, and Steve wastes no time. His tongue enters your mouth, brushing against yours.

You weren't expecting it but you melt into his touch. You press closer into him, gasping lightly. Steve groans into the kiss before pulling back to catch his breath. Your brain has turned to mush as you look at his slightly swollen lips and his face that's flushed.

You pant lightly as you look up at him," I'm sorry it took so long for me to say it." "I could have too, I'm sorry I didn't Honey. Thought you knew." Steve moves his thumb back and forth on your cheek. It's comforting but sends a thrill down your spine. You can feel his chest expand against yours with every inhale he takes. You can feel his hardness pressed against you, making you weak in the knees.

"You're staring again," Steve murmurs. "Sorry." "Don't be, I like it." Steve repeats. "I like you. A lot. Like like. I also like kissing you," you start to ramble but stop when Steve chuckles.

"I like kissing you too. You know what? All that time we spent apart just makes this so much sweeter. And uh if I knew at the end of the day, that by waiting I'd get to have you? I'd wait for eternity. Even if I could be with you for only one moment. Because one moment with you surpasses all the moments without. You're worth it."

You blink up at Steve as he looks away," Is...is that too much?" "No Steve. It's perfect, you're perfect for me." You kiss him lightly, heart beating fast. Because you don't want to miss this moment with him. As he said, one moment with him surpasses all without.

And you know without a shadow of a doubt that you love Steve. You always have and you always will.

[otaku553]

The eventual kazuha and sanemi dynamic

[sysig]

Data is stored in the right eye (Patreon)

[blu3berrydraws]

@coolfroggyfriend's OC Crocus

[broodygaming]

Travis has such good comedic timing haha gods he fucking kills me. Just that deep breath after Fearne said he might be the greatest just took me the fuck out. And the "...sure." after the guy said he thought it was an incense holder. Truly superb.

[19catsncounting]

What if conversations and arguments with God almost never utilize words?

Like, God and the archangels and all primordial entities look human with the CW's budget, but if they are in fact abstracts without form that obliterate lesser minds that try to comprehend them, then Lucifer probably didn't refuse to love humanity in King's English.

It's also notable to me that not just Heaven, but patriarchal figures in general communicate through wordless visions in Supernatural. (Which fits with the motif of 'Your absent father believes he is communicating to you perfectly because he is talking to your shoulder and not looking at your face.') Zachariah (subordinate of Michael who is God's firstborn, mind) builds his little AU worlds to argue with Dean and Sam, Naomi makes Castiel kill a thousand Deans, but the Alpha Vampire also sends his children hallucinations and Azazel also, in a way, is giving Sam visions.

If you're talking to an embodiment of creation, you're probably talking to some complex representation of creation itself and what better way is that than a full and complete and false reality? Gabriel cosplays as a lesser god and becomes a Trickster, warping reality to communicate to humans their failings. Lucifer, fresh from the cage, does the same to Nick before speaking to him, sending Nick visions of his tragic loss before referencing it in conversation. Lucifer also makes the demons dream for the first time, according to Meg. The prophets who are able to interpret the words of God and hear his voice, are plagued by visions - Fucking Chuck described his visions as seeing things go down but not getting the full context or just very badly describing it, as seen with Dean and the tarp in the back window being "black wings" and how Chuck saw Lilith and Sam and assumed they'd be fucking shortly.

So. Maybe Archangels, the original four angels to witness God, have to get used to their understanding of reality morphing and sliding to fit God's intentions when they talk. They Probably have or develop a way to know when they're experiencing Real Reality and Dad Reality, and it doesn't fuck them up. Probably.

Or maybe when God abandoned humans long enough for the field of psychology to open up and the unethical 60's happened, He got to find out that He's the gaslighter of all time and it might've driven the kids insane. (What if God talked to Lucifer, His favorite, the most?)

(This also makes the interpretation of the cage being dragged through every single possibility and consequence of your actions per 'I Love Lucy' by Grin into the Dad Yelling At You Box, and boy, Meg would be right that souls freshly pinned to the rack would forget who they were if God was gaslighting his son on a cosmic scale in the basement.)