#head empty ;((

[kibblbread]

AK!Jason doesn’t really like anything.. but he really likes spending time with you.

There isn’t much joy in his life, and when he does experience it, it’s pretty hard to tell. Very hard in fact. When Jason is his absolute happiest it’s truly rare that he’s fully conscious or not coming down from a state of extreme distress and panic.

More recent anecdotes of him happily existing involve him waking up or falling asleep alongside you, preventing a loved one from being fatally hurt, or brutalizing soneone that hurts you. Pretty scary, but these aren’t things he wants to acknowledge in the slightest or ever make known to you. External validation is necessary for him to truly feel good at this point in his life, which is something you’re privy to— just not the extent obviously.

When JT is hardly awake or really beginning to fall into what’ll be a comfortable dreamless sleep, he feels safe and secure enough to relax properly. He’s being held, allowed to be perceivably weak in a way that he deems acceptable. He can bury himself deep into the warmth and softness of your body to be protected from the nipping cold of Gotham.

It’s such a special time for him, a sacred moment that he cherishes.

You are his one precious piece of bliss.

Jason doesn’t acknowledge your gentle scalp rubs and lip balm coated kisses outside of a slight tightening of his grasp on your t-shirt. Greedily and lazily claiming his lover and her kind gestures of affection.

This is the most common and most easily detectable example of happiness from Jason. It’s somewhat complex without any explanation but still worth noting to an observant s/o of JT. I think that Jason himself though wouldn’t identify this experience (or lack of) is actually happening beyond him being happy to snuggle every once in a while. Being able to be excited to be touched instead of anxious or irrationally annoyed, it doesn’t occur to himself how often he’s in a nasty mood.

Preventing a loved one from being hurt only gives a small sense of joy that’s usually overshadowed by guilt and anger. The fact that the situation happened in the first place is somehow his own fault in the mind of Jason. But there are times where you’re able to thank him immediately after the fact, those are the times he can feel ego. That pat on the back is always a major surprise to him! Any gratitude he receives in moments so stressful boost his confidence a lot. When you do that he doesn’t have to much time to think about every specific way he fucked up, instead he’s concentrated on rationalizing why you’re complimenting something that in his head could’ve been somehow avoided.

You give him a quick hug and smile up at his faceless red helmet, telling him things could’ve ended terribly if he hadn’t been there. There is a small ping of joy radiate from within his chest. The positive reinforcement of your small affirming touches and verbal encouragement give pause to the harsh self criticisms. While the ultimate core emotions attached to this moment would be some initial surprise and frustration, there will always be a lingering feeling of pride that he got to be your hero.

As for getting a lick-back for your sake, lol, he’s pretty fucked up about it. Whether it be a lowly henchman/gang member or a notorious villain, he doesn’t know when to let up— or if he wants to. Deep down Jason derives a sick sense of joy from maiming people. It’s not his fault, but it’s his responsibility to face this dark and crooked part of himself. He knows it spooks you, it spooks all his loved ones, but he can’t help it can he? He can’t help being the twisted mangled thing Joker forced him to become.

Jason just wants you to feel safe.

He almost never feels safe so this is a favor from him to you of course..

For you to feel safe around a psycho like him.

[sofrancescasocleanclean]

that’s a big word eh

“AUSTON PICKED ME?!” LEAFS CALL EACH OTHER OUT FOR FUN

[pancakefrisbee6279]

This was my best friend’s cat Tigger. We just recently found out that his picture got around and that he became a bit of a meme.

He’s no longer with us, so thanks everyone for letting his goofy lil self live on.

Enjoy the extra pictures:)

[fexjam]

silly

[olessan]

I finally started watching Prehistoric Planet and these little sentient kites are doing their best

so tiny. light as a feather. flying at like 5 hours old. highly competent. and yet head empty

Edit: also as a sticker and stuff lol

[redglassbird]

Me, shoving my earbuds in all the way to my brain: this will fix me

[erabu-san]

She is literally a cat....

From her backstory :

Bonus : my favorite gender.

[nuemanfilms]

— just thoughts !! totally not of sammy..

when he comes home from a hunt, tugging his fake fbi badge off his suit and stripping to just boxers. He’s walking into the bedroom, noting that you’re asleep. But by the book and the way your neck is positioned, you tried to wait up for him. he smiled at the thought.

the bed dips as he climbs in, your body felt a new sensation of warmth against it. And you let out a small, “Sammy?” that his ears immediately picked up on.

“‘s me, baby..” he murmured, just the sight of you, so peaceful in that silk gown had his cock aching for relief already.

you had a lazy smile on your face, and he chuckled lightly. “y’awake there?” he questions, rubbing your shoulders with a gentle touch. and feeling your hips grind back against him let him know all that he needed.

“Mhm..” you replied, your hips were careful, and sam gripped your hips, before moving his own against your bum.

“you’re hard, sammy..”

“yeah, yeah i am, baby.”

he watched as you carefully turned over to face him, reaching your hand in his boxers. Reaching his silky base, you stroked him with purpose.

your movements were precise, gripping his cock, enough to make him let out a low moan.

“baby, y’don’t have to do thi- ah..” he let his head fall into your neck, placing gentle kisses along the smooth skin.

The milky bead of precum was collected with your thumb. His cock was so perfect to you, so long.. thick. He always wanted to pleasure you first, but this time, you didn’t let him. You wanted to feel him come apart in your palm.

You started to rub his slit for a few moments before he let out a whimper. the most beautiful sound you’d ever heard. he was almost squirting like a girl. so sensitive, he hadn’t been touched for days, and he finally was.

“‘m close, mommy..” you smiled at the chosen name he gave you, you were perfectly fine with it. And to be honest, you could feel your pussy aching just by the name.

“cum, cum for me, Sweet baby.. y’can do it.” You praised him, “such a good boy, so pretty f’me hm?” and he was falling apart in your hand within seconds.

[emotionaldisaster909]

And then Xie Lian just shakes his head at Hua Cheng’s antics lovingly

I freaking can’t

This is so them

It wasn’t in the novel, they added it, and it’s a single detail, but it’s PERFECT

It’s so them

The whole heaven is horrified, the worst Demon King of all just broke in and stole one of the officials

And Xie Lian is like

“Ah, San Lang is just messing around”

he trusts him so much already

and it’s killing me

[f1gridgirlie]

The Facecard never declining on this man ??

[ratsummer]

I think Phantom was fending for himself for years in the pit, running the circles from just about the age a ghoul can probably survive on their own. He was born into a small but loving pack, so he learned how to be a good ghoul kit, but once he was on his own, he didn't have anyone to socialize him as a young adult ghoul. Sure, he'd tag along with the odd band of ghouls here and there when the opportunity arose, but those alliances were born out of necessity and always quite brief.

All this to say, between his lack of guidance from adult ghouls, his trauma, and the neurodivergencies he was born with, Phantom has held on to a lot of ghoul kit behaviors.

When he's first summoned and meeting his new pack, everyone is on edge. He's small for a quint, and has a confusing blend of kit and adult behaviors. Once the infirmary ghouls have confirmed he is in fact an adult ghoul who chose of his own volition to respond to the summon, and not in fact a large kit they've accidentally abducted, everyone relaxes a bit.

At first, as they're learning about how Phantom was living for years prior to his summoning, emotions run high. They all hide it well from him, not wanting to frighten or burden him. Even so, there are many late nights in the den spent whispering and weeping as they process the things they learn of Phantom's past.

As time passes though, and Phantom settles in and gets comfier with all of them, the sadness and anger pass. They learn to interpret Phantom's unusual blend of behaviors, and they love him all the more. No one pressures Phantom to change, or tells him that he's doing something wrong. They accept him for who he is, and as long as he's not uncomfortable, embarrassed, or inadvertently harming himself, they're happy.

And oh, how they love their baby bat.

It took a while for Phantom to relax enough around anyone to purr at all, but now it's almost nonstop. Almost anything will set it off, too. Swiss walks into the same room as him? Purring. Mountain puts a hand on his shoulder to keep him still while he reaches over him for something in the kitchen? Purring. Dewdrop says good morning? Purring. When everyone gets together after a long day to cuddle in the den, Phantom's purrs stand out from the rest. He hasn't quite switched from the cooing, nasally purr of a kit into the rumbling, chest purr of an adult. He's slowly working into his chest purr, especially as he spends time cuddling on Mountain, Aether, and Swiss. Their purrs are deepest and most obviously resonating from their chests, making it easier for Phantom to imitate. Regardless of how he sounds, though, a purring Phantom is a happy Phantom is a Phantom getting many kisses.

Phantom is also working on scenting. The first person Phantom ever tried scenting was Dew, and boy was the fire ghoul confused at first. They were cuddled up on the couch, watching Cumulus teach Swiss some new crocheting techniques, when Phantom started headbutting him. To be fair, it was a gentle headbutting, really more bumping his face into Dew's jaw and nuzzling into him each time. Even so, it caught Dew off guard. Luckily, Rain was sitting on the opposite end of the couch and caught Dew's attention before he could react poorly. Dew, unlike Rain, had never really spent much time around ghoul kits, so failed to recognize Phantom's kit-like attempts at scenting. Rain mimed at him frantically until he got the memo and started scenting Phantom back. "Oh, Phantom," Rain chimed in soon after, "You're being such a lovebug for Dew. He likes gentler scenting though, sweetheart, do you want me to show you? Come here, it's my turn!" And of course, Rain instantly had a lapful of cooing, cuddly ghoul to coach, leaving Dew to roll around and be embarrassed over how in love with Phantom he is.

Phantom also kneads a lot more than most adult ghouls. While the others might do a little kneading here and there when they're feeling deeply sleepy and relaxed, Phantom seems to knead whether he's feeling calm or stressed. His most frequent victims are Cumulus, Swiss, Cirrus, and Mountain, and he kneads on whatever body part is closest. Tummies, thighs, arms, Cumulus even lets him get away with kneading on her boobs. He zones out hard when he starts kneading, almost slipping into a trance. They've all had to do a little correcting for Phantom with this behavior, just to show him how to keep his claws from hurting soft skin and to make sure he doesn't squeeze too hard. Sometimes, when he's having trouble being gentle, they'll pass him a stuffie or a pillow to work instead. He seems to knead the most during mass, Papa's chanting and the choral accompaniment relaxing him. Usually it's Mountain who will grab him when he starts getting glassy-eyed, holding him in his lap and letting him knead away at his arm.

Aether and Cirrus have spent a lot of time helping Phantom with his emotional regulation. Once he's feeling safe and secure with his new pack, that no one is going to hurt him if they notice him, he gets a bit too reactive when his emotions run high. When he messes up the same section of a song for the sixth time, he starts yelling and crying. When he slept poorly, he hisses and growls. When he trips down the last couple stairs in front of some siblings, he hides and mopes for hours, crying and skipping meals. Aether and Cirrus help him learn to identify how is body is reacting in a situation, and what emotion goes with it. They help him respond more calmly, so he doesn't hurt or frighten anyone. They teach him coping skills, like deep breathing, or leaving a room, or asking someone for a hug. It's not always easy, but Phantom is diligent and attentive, and with guidance he quickly finds techniques that work for him.

Yeah, idk. Just. I could go on and on. Phantom being a little different from what his new pack is used to and it's okay. It's not his fault. He's so full of love, and he finally gets to share it. He's so full of love, and his pack is thrilled that he shows them in his own way. Ugh. Nobody look at me.

[kibblbread]

Jason Todd likes to eat.

He can definitely go without food for prolonged periods, but he really loves food. Not to mention, with how big and strong he is, maintaining that physique takes a lot of calories. JT will prioritize quantity above just about anything though. If it’s cold that’s not preferable but he won’t complain. If it’s not the best quality he’d shrug it off. But not having enough to eat.. now he’s feeling downright miserable.

It brings him back to crime alley, back to after he rose from the dead with no one to turn to, back to a terribly depressed mental state. On rare occasions it’s even enough to make him cry in frustration.

Making time for himself seems like an insurmountable task more often than J would care to admit.

But since moving in, he hasn’t been hungry in a long time. Even on Jason’s busiest nights, there’s always food! You cook quite often and it takes a huge load off his shoulders. JT gets especially excited about new dishes since you typically rotate a couple of simple but hardy meals. Like super excited, lol. Upon arrival he can sniff out and pretty accurately guess what he’s eating that day. Sometimes you can’t be bothered and order take-out, after eating your fill, you stick it in the microwave for Jason to handle the rest. He’s happy either way.

Absolutely nothing tops snuggling into your chest after a good meal though. Not a damn thing. A full belly, kind lover, and warm bed is more than he could ever dream for.

[puckinghischier]

is there a way to download a video directly into your brain? bc if so, i need it NOW

i’m tingly all over and i think i need an exorcism bc i am no better than a man

in fact, i think i might be worse than a man right now, bc that was despicable of the camera man and i am not responsible for my actions right now

[louistomlinsonismypatronus]

Well, he might not have been the soundtrack to my childhood but he’s definitely been a big part of the soundtrack to my life for the past ten years.

Rest in peace, you precious little lima bean. Stockholm sends her love.

[aphrogeneias]

"Can I have a kiss, baby?" Dark eyes glint above you like black holes, sucking you in. "C'mon, gimme a kiss. I know you want it."

You can't lift your head, one hand presses heavy on your chest, another holds your hands hostage over your head, circling your wrists. Eddie's manic smile only grows when you thrash under his hold, and he laughs, freely, when you pout.

"Let me up!"

"I'll let you up when you give me a kiss." He teases, and his hands tighten around on your body, just enough to keep you in place. Your heart beats loudly in your ears, and the smell of him invades your every sense. "Just one little kiss, princess. You can do it."

The song that's on the record player feels distant, like it's in another room, twin guitars almost as fast as your heartbeat. You manage to lift yourself only slightly when he pushes you down again, smiling widely, unable to control himself.

"I'm never kissing you again, Munson."

He leans down, finally, his hair a dark curtain shielding you from the rest of the world. Not that you needed that, when his eyes drew you in like that, when he made the world dissappear. Nose to nose, mouths one breathe away. "You wouldn't."

Leaning up, only enough to drag your mouth over his nose, giving the soft tip of it a bite. "Try me."

[skitskatdacat63]

His hair!!!!!