#hey . hey . hey. fuck y

[vinestaff]

sighs. another guy in my brain i guess

[leafwateraddict]

Couldn’t stop thinking about Dust being able to pass as Classic. So I had an idea where Dust replaces Classic in a timeline and steals(?) his partner.

He gets conflicted when he starts actually caring about you… But denial is an easy road to take when there’s seemingly no consequences to your actions.

The reveal i guess. Most normal reaction to learning your partners been replaced for god knows how long and you have no clue where he is.

Now that I think about it I might’ve gotten some inspiration from that one chapter of IJAG by @htsan (iykyk) only a lil bit tho

(Full rambling of the idea + extra sketch cuz i liked the expression) ↓↓

I originally wanted y/n to notice the differences instantly but i think it would be angstier if they didn’t and only noticed like months later >:3

[coldbycrossfade]

MAN THAT REALLY COLORS THIS RESPONSE IN THIS CONVERSATION SO DIFFERENTLY FOR ME

[miwtual]

im so fucking tired of the disrespect gifmakers get on the gifmaker website

[luck-of-the-drawings]

[OLD ART ALERT] A COLLECTION OF SCENES FROM THE GILLIONS CATSCRATCH ARC THAT BROUGHT ME GREAT JOY. i love fishy chips especially when its just gillion being delirious and violent and hostile

[retrograde-tonic]

Something to Do

⚠️NSFW: Minors DNI⚠️

After a broken ankle during training, Levi helps you to a chair in his office, intending to only take a mere break there on the way to your room to rest. However, as you converse, you catch a peculiar glint in your captain’s eye.

Maybe you were just imagining things, but…

aka someone on the Ace spectrum attempts smut for the first time— cross posted on Ao3 (under the user andrastes_amazing_archives)

⚠️ CWs: sexual tension, injury care, grinding, praise, unprotected sex, explicit sexual content

Other things: No use of Y/N, female!Reader, one shot

Word Count: 2.6k

“Shit, it hurts.” You wince as you try and put any sort of weight in your ankle, and nearly collapse entirely— your only saving grace being the railing on the stairs.

“Hey, hey, hey— come here.” Levi says softly, ducking under your arm and slipping his hand around your waist for support. “I’ll help you get to your room.”

“Thanks. But—Nnngh—“ You bite your lip and shake your head as another shot of pain courses through your body. “Fuck. It’s too far; can I take a break up here?”

“Sure.” Instead of turning left down the hallway, Levi instead leads you right; straight into his office, which was right there. Quickly, he brings you to his chair, and you don’t hesitate to collapse into it.

“Oh shit… oh fuck. Ah—“ As you collapse into the chair, you realize you’re panting a little from the pain. You cross your injuried leg over your good knee, the ankle injury pulsing painfully. You look up to your Captain with tired eyes for a moment, sigh, and put your head in your hands. “God, I’m such an idiot.”

“What makes you say that?” Levi raised an eyebrow and glanced over at you, crossing his arms and leaning over against his desk as he did so.

“It was a fucking training session, not even an actual mission!” You exclaim, throwing your hands up in frustration. “I thought if I worked at it hard enough, I’d improve. Instead, it was a fucking tree branch that took me down. A tree branch. Tch. How pathetic.” You just scoff, rolling your head back to the top of the chair and staring at the ceiling.

The sound of Levi’s footsteps approaching didn’t make you look at him, but his gentle touch did. His hand on yours brought you back to the moment.

“Hey,” he starts, “you didn’t know that branch was rotten to shit. No one knew it would collapse on you— hell, even I wouldn’t have been able to clock that.”

You just let out an appreciative sigh. “It’s still fucking lame, though. What the fuck am I gonna do for a couple weeks?” You ask aimlessly into the air, not expecting an answer.

You didn’t particularly get one, but you saw a peculiar glint in your Captain’s eye; something… unreadable. You blinked, unsure that you’d even seen anything, but by the time your vision re-adjusted, it was gone.

Maybe you were truly imagining things, but…

“Care for some tea?” Levi suddenly asked, turning to you, but taking a couple steps back to one of his drawers, sliding it open and picking up a box of what you assume to be his favorite tea leaves.

“Ah, sure. Not sure I’m particularly ready to be stuck alone in my room. You know, your company’s nice,” you admit, stretching in the chair and shifting slightly in the seat, being careful of your injury in the process.

Levi just hummed, clearly unsure of how to respond.

The tea was quickly yet carefully made, with Levi bringing a secondary chair up next to you and setting the pot of tea in between the two of you. He served you, and then himself, and then leaned back in his chair, letting the tea cool for a moment.

“Hey, thanks. For everything,” you suddenly say, leaning closer to him as you. “I appreciate it.”

“Of course.”

As he made eye contact with you, you could have sworn his gaze flicked down to your lips for a moment, making your heart skip a beat.

You just smile, letting the conversation fall silent. Your eyes fall to your tea for a moment, but you quickly look up at Levi’s slight movements. He had leaned into your space once more, reaching over and adjusting your shirt collar, which had flipped up from your fall. “Oh.. thanks.” Your words fizzle out as you naturally lean in closer, your heart beginning to pound as you begin to close the gap between the two of you.

When you locked eyes, time seemed to stop completely, as if everything disappeared except for Levi. All that was left was his gaze, his body, even down to his gentle touch on your hand earlier. It was just him.

And you wanted it.

The light but alluring scent of sage and bergamot cologne pulled you into him, and you let out a nervous chuckle, a part of you still unsure if you were reading the situation right.

Until—

“Well?” He whispered.

And that’s all you needed for your lips to be on his.

He doesn’t hesitate to kiss back, inhaling sharply as he leaned in, wrapping his hand around your neck to pull you in closer. His kisses were so desperately hungry, like he’d had his eye on you the entire time.

You wrapped your hands around his waist as you let out a shocked laugh, your hipbone pressing slightly uncomfortably into the chair’s arm as you reached over to him. His lips were soft, yet his kisses were confident, making you lean in as far as you could without toppling the chair.

He seems to notice this, so he stands up, eyes locked in on you, and beckons you forward. “Let’s make this easier on you, okay?”

You oblige, still in pure disbelief that he kissed you back, but you slowly stand, balancing carefully on your good foot, before he gracefully picks you up and sits you down on his desk, pushing the tea aside as he did so.

As he stepped in to close the gap, tilting your chin up so your lips met his, you wrapped your legs around his waist and pressed your chest into his. He was already hard through his pants, and his dick pressed into you as he leaned in.

“How long have you been wanting this?” You ask, your voice low and sultry as you whispered in between kisses.

“Wanting you?” Levi pulls away for a moment, choosing to just stare at you with half-lidded eyes as he traced your lips gently with his thumb. “Months.”

A sultry laugh escapes you, and your heart skips a beat as you process his words. Months? “Oh god, same.”

It didn’t take him long to kiss you once more, and you quickly reciprocated, pressing your hips into his as you throw your hands over his shoulders. They hung there clasped for a moment, before you chose to run them through his hair, his passionate kisses sparking your own arousal and making you let out a soft moan.

“Oh, I see how it is.” Lust dripped from his voice as his hands began to slowly travel up your body, tracing up your waist before eventually settling on your chest. You lean into it, wrapping your hands around his waist as he squeezed your boobs.

You then took his hands in yours, guiding them exactly where you wanted; slipping them under your shirt and under your bra. “That’s better, isn’t it?”

He doesn’t respond in words, but he lets out a low laugh before slowly tracing a finger around one of your nipples, making you lean your head back and let out a noise you didn’t even know you had in you as you.

Hearing your desperation, his eyes flick up to meet yours for a moment, before he slides his hands out from under your shirt and begins to unclasp your chest harness. “This shit’s just in the way, huh?”

You just hum in approval, reaching over and beginning to start with his own harness, before moving on to his cravat and shirt. Knowing Levi, you gently and neatly place the cravat on the desk beside you.

Your own shirt laid crumpled on the desk behind you, and your harness sat at your waist, so when you leaned in to kiss him once more, your bare chest met his.

But it wasn’t long before he raised your chin ever so slightly to catch your attention. “You know what? You’re coming with me.”

“Yes, sir.”

Hearing your approval, he pulled away for just a moment, but only to confidently pick you up right from the desk and take you straight into his adjacent bedroom. He swiftly kicked the door closed with one foot and promptly pinned you against the wall, all while not taking his lips off of yours.

“Shit, that was hot.” As you leaned back in to kiss him, you let your hands run up his sculpted back, settling on his shoulders for a moment before they ran through his silky black hair. You grasp it just above his undercut and pull it slightly to bring him closer into you, biting his lip hungrily as you did so.

You feel Levi smile through his passionate kisses, moaning slightly as he pushed into you, his erection pressing lightly on your inner leg. You tried to maneuver your body in a way where his dick would rub your clit, but it was no use, the way he held you didn’t allow for it.

A soft moan escapes you as he begins to kiss down your neck, each deliberate kiss increasing your own arousal tenfold. “Hey, Levi. Bed?” you whisper, lifting his chin to make him meet your gaze.

“Yeah.” He swiftly agreed, carrying you over and placing you on his immaculately made bed, being aware to be gentle with your injury. He immediately straddled you and pressed his hips into yours as he leaned in to kiss you once more.

Your hands quickly found his belt, and you unclasped it hastily, running the leather through the metal buckle before reaching to unbutton his pants. He leaned into your touch for a moment, before sitting up and briefly climbing off of you, but only just to remove his clothes.

You make haste of your own, taking extra care of your pants around your busted ankle. Levi had quickly tossed his clothes on a chair, and when he turned back to face you, he gently helped you remove your pants and harness from around the injury, making sure to not disturb the wrapping.

He quickly topped you once more, and grabbed your hands to pin them against the pillow while he bent down to kiss your neck and grind into you, his dick pressing right on your sweet spot. “Ah, Levi—“ you moan, letting the heat course through you, before sitting up ever so slightly in the bed. “We’re really doing this, aren’t we?”

“Do you want to?” He paused for a moment, taking himself off of you as he waited for an answer.

“Absolutely I do. You?”

“Yeah.”

Hearing his consent, you take one hand and just lightly brush the vein on his dick gently with your finger as he climbs back on top of you, making him arch his back and grasp the sheets around you so tightly. “Oh shit…”

He traced the outline of your vagina with the tip of his dick as he tried to find your entrance, sending a chill up your spine as he brushes past your clit. “Here, let me.” Your words were slurred by lust as your hand falls to his, gently holding it to help guide him in.

“Oh… shit you’re tight. But you can take it,” he whispers in your ear as he begins to rhythmically move his hips, pounding himself into you as your breathing quickens and your eyes begin to roll back.

“Hey, eyes on me,” he demands lustfully as he tilts your chin up with his hand, before he traces the outline of your lips with his thumb.

You try to oblige, but the way he pounded into you made your eyes flutter closed once more, the pleasure from it being almost overwhelming.

“Tch.” He clicks his tongue. “What did I say? Eyes on me.” He grasps your hair as he thrusts into you, making sure your eyes stayed locked with his. “Good girl,” he purrs as you obey.

You let him continue for just a moment longer, then suddenly take his shoulders in your hands and push him off of you. “Hey, my turn on top.”

He smirks, a bit of an eager aura shining clearly in his expression, and grabs your waist to settle your hips on top of him, then rests his head back on the sheets as you begin to ride him.

His feet were planted on the bed frame while your ankles hung off the edge of the bed; it was the only way to make it work with your injury, but it worked nonetheless.

“Oh shit—“ Levi lets out as you settle into a rhythm. You knew he was enjoying it— the way his mouth hung open slightly and the way his cheeks were dusted pink were all the signs you needed.

“You’re mine now…” you whisper into his ear, tracing your finger gently up his chest and around one of his nipples, before bending down to kiss his neck.

Your kisses were deliberate, one on the collarbone, one on the neck, the cheek, and finally the lips, where you bit his lip for a moment, making him let out a noise you’ve never heard from him before.

“Oh my god… that—“ Levi started, “oh, shit…”

“Mm. I like it too.” You sit up directly on him so his dick rubs the best side of you, and you roll your hips back and forth as you run a hand through your hair.

Levi reached up and grabs your boobs as he lets out a bit of a grunt. “Oh fuck… I’m close.” His brows were scrunched very lightly and his back was arched, and he moved his hands from your boobs down to your waist as he began to control your movements. “Just like that— oh, don’t stop… oh fuck—“

You quickly fall in line with his movements, your bodies moving as one as the euphoria you feel consumes your entire body. “Me too— I’m gonna… together?”

He just nods weakly, his hands still firmly on your hips. “Hey. Look at me. I want to… see you when you—”

“Yeah.“ You met his glazed over eyes, and as soon as you did, your own vision swirled as your whole body jerked forward, the sensation from your intense orgasm taking over your entire being.

As your body seized, your orgasm clenching his dick so tightly within you, you hear Levi let out an intense moan as he reached his own climax.

You let yourself bask in it, then you collapse onto his chest as you both come down from the high, panting heavily as the last of the intense pleasure leaves your body. As your vision comes back, you see Levi, whose head was laid back on the bed, his eyes closed, and his chest rising and falling rapidly as he tried to catch his breath.

“You know,” you laugh, “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you this out of breath.”

He just exhales sharply; something akin to a chuckle, and shakes his head. “Shut up,” he quips back, before raising his head to slowly meet your gaze.

After you had regained some feeling in your legs, you get up and shift yourself to his side, laying your head against his chest as he wraps an arm around you.

“It’s pretty obvious that I’m into you, huh?” You eventually say, breaking the silence that had naturally fallen around the both of you.

“With the way you moaned like that?” Levi scoffed playfully. “Shit’s clear as day. But I guess it’s pretty fucking obvious that I’m into you too.”

[rambunctioustoons]

abandoned aperture laboratories portal au !

partly making this with my wife @bun-elations <33

in which rhys was a technician scientist back in the 90s who oversaw testing! participated in a 'cryogenic sleep testing group', and didn't wake up with any of his co-workers. awoken years and years later and sought the help of an abandoned android. teaming together to try and get the fuck OUT of aperture science

sun & moon were created to babysit aperture science employees children, but when budget cuts happened they got whipped into the testing facilities. didn't bother separating them, and also didn't bother giving moon any testing protocols.

they got left abandoned inside the testing facilities, eventually making their way out but spent years alone. as most of the employees either mysteriously died or are also stuck inside the cryogenic sleep testing group.

anyways i'm using this as an excuse to draw that sweet sick portal gun, and make the gays talk about their damn feelings.

fucking LOVE portal

[art-is-kayos]

Phone games

[pup-pee]

every1 following me 4 other shit getting confused when i post redstoner

[liedownquisition]

Jason Todd's timeline and "Age"

So, there's a lot of discussion of Jason Todd's age esp as relative to other sidekick vigilantes, particularly Tim and Mia. I believe the exact words are usually something about a "grown ass man beating up/trying to kill teenagers."

DISCLAIMER: This particular post is specifically regarding the "grown ass man vs teenagers" statement, I have posts regarding the "tried to kill them" portion and other stuff like "seriously Jason Todd is like being shot by a marshmallow gun compared to what goes on directly before and after him in these incidents, also you don't bitch about the right stuff, also a lot of you prop up characters who are Objectively Worse, and no that's not hate on your fave it's just me calling out hypocrisy". It just takes time to find digital copies of the panels I'm using. NOTE I AM NOT JUSTIFYING HIS ACTIONS. I'm just saying y'all blow it out of proportion for petty character hate. Like, shit, they're superheroes. Jason's soooo fuckin' tame. He's not even framed as a big deal to the teens it's only the adults that think it's that much of a problem.

Courtesy readmore post cut:

Now, to start off, we all know Jason died at 15 & a few months off from 16 (if you want me to dig up panels, sure, but I figured at this point that wasn't in question). Tim at this point is somewhere between 12-13, and we have this panel in Lonely Place of Dying which takes place a few months later:

So that's a ballpark of 2-3 years between Jason and Tim.

But Tim's age is really fucky and they keep de-aging him tbh. We can extrapolate that his confrontation with Jason was between the ages of 16-17 bcs it's after the arc where he has his incredibly shitty 16th birthday in Robin Vol2 #116 and before Red Robin where he's stated to be 17. This would put Jason between 18-19 at the time. (If you really want me to find panel sources for Tim's birthday and his age in RR then, sure, but I don't think they're necessary. I used it more as a guidepost for Jason's age, since we have a clear idea of what the age gap is.)

At least, on paper.

Mia for her part I've had a hard time finding like, on panel mentions of her age and if anyone can direct me to it being explicitly stated I'd love that. I'm rereading old comics but it's a LOT of comics to hunt down & dig through. To my understanding she was fifteen when Ollie first met her, and there's at Minimum of about a year and a half between that to her meeting Red Hood, more likely at least two? because there's at least few months between that and her joining the Titans, the Doctor Light stuff, then One Year Later, and then returned to Star some 3 months after Ollie came back to run for mayor? And then Jason not too long after. So, two years feels safe. Puts her at 17-ish, Jason at 19-20

Once again, I specify: on paper.

People would happily point out at this point that the upward stretch of a 4 year age gap is a "huge gap in maturity." And yeah, under normal circumstances, I'd agree.

But, and this is going to get contradictory bcs I found Two different timelines (BOTH written by Winick, lmao), and depending on how you read it it could be up to three different possibilities. Let's Start with Batman Annual #25: Daedalus & Icarus.

Timestamp before Jason's resurrection, which is pretty well known at this point:

Next, him waking up from a coma afterwards, when he escapes the hospital:

Now the above could be interpreted as either 1 year after he died if we're assuming that it's using the same "start" point to count as the resurrection (unlikely), or one year after he came back (more likely).

Next, the timestamp right before a guy recognizes him and sells him out:

And, finally, the timestamp before being put in the Pit:

That is, count it up, between 3-3 1/2 years where Jason was dead, in a coma, or otherwise not particularly... cognizant of the world around him. His ass is NOT developing emotionally, socially, or mentally like this, which pretty handily bridges the gaps there. Taken at face value, Jason's maturity level is going to be, unironically, younger than Tim's in the wake of these setbacks.

Now, if we go to Lost Days issue 1, it doesn't specify how long he was dead, nor how long he was in a coma, so we'll just carry those two over, what we DO have is this from just after Talia brought him home:

This puts him as being on the streets for five months, so we're at just shy of two years so far. And then we have this:

Which is right before Talia puts him in the Pit.

So, in summary: 6 months dead, 1 year coma, 5 months on the street, and something like 1-1 1/2 years with the League which...

Actually puts us on almost the exact same timeframe either way. 3 to 3 1/2 years. It just changes whether Jason was on the streets or with the League for longer.

And is utterly incomprehensible because comic timelines are a freaking nightmare.

If we're being generous, then that would put Jason at a minimum of 19, maybe toeing the line of 20 for UTRH, again, on paper, because like hell are you convincing me he did less than a year's worth of training abroad throughout Lost Days. Yeah maybe they trained him in fighting while he was catatonic, muscle memory and all that. But the other teachers that we KNOW of? The bombs, guns, probably something to get him up to date on handling all that tech we see him using, Egon, potentially arguably All-Caste if you want to draw from n52...

but you'd have to knock at least a year and a half off of his internal/personal development from death & coma, at minimum. Maybe you could argue he was somewhat developing while in his "the lights are on, but nobody's home" phase, you can't say it's at the same level as a normal person might when going about their day to day life, and it's difficult to measure. But he's not hitting the kind of milestones that he should be for his age. I wouldn't put him at anything less than two years behind. So if we use our upper estimates on Jason, and lower estimates on both the developmental setbacks and Tim/Mia's ages that gives us:

Jason toeing 20, mentally 18, fighting Tim at 16. 2 year gap, kind of stretching the physical age gap if we assume Tim had just barely turned 13 when he showed up to be Robin. - OR LESS

Jason maybe 21, mentally 19, fighting Mia at 17, two year age gap again. Honestly, still not that big of a difference - OR LESS

And, to be frank, that's not even counting the mental development issues that come from the intense physical trauma from dying - and I swear to fuck don't give me the "He's not the only one who died he's not special" speech.

HOW MANY OF THE OTHERS YOU'RE USING AS A GOTCHA LOST, *GESTURING AGGRESSIVELY ABOVE*, LITERALLY MULTIPLE YEARS OF THEIR LIFE.

Not counting adults, of course. Barry lost years, Hal lost years, Ollie I think also lost a couple years? but A) they came back still adults, bodies pretty much the same. B) While Jason's body didn't go through a magic growth spurt in canon, it did still grow esp while with the League.

I'll eventually get around to Titan's Tower & GA#72 (tbh, there are other people who've already done Titan's Tower and it'd probably be better than what I do, so I'm more going to focus on the latter, but there IS a specific part of the former that drives me nuts that I don't see brought up a lot), and maybe if we're feeling spicy all my issues with UTRH starting with how Winick is just as guilty of retroactively writing Jason as being inherently a bad penny since his Robin days as any of the other "modern" writers. Like, bud, Severe enough Head Trauma is legitimately enough to change someone's personality, not to mention trauma. It wouldn't hurt your narrative for that eerie difference, the Shade of What Once Was if you're really going for RH being Like that.

Final addition: I swear to god if you use my post to start up some kind of petty-ass ship war or flame other characters I will immediately turn off reblogs and replies I am Not Dealing With That Shit, please and thank you.

Anyways, @glitter-stained, your interest made me decide to actually put the work in now to pull it up rather than passively gather stuff to dump whenever discourse pushes me over the edge so, here ya are. Looks like you did have it closer on the mark than I did.

[frogeyedape]

I am so unbelievably pissed off. FUCK HOAs

Oh, my trash/recycling bin can't be visible except on pickup day? Ok whatever fine I hate you but I can deal with this

Weekly inspections?????? FU FU FU FU FU

SECOND NOTICE ALSO WE'RE CHARGING YOU MONEY TO SEND YOU CERTIFIED MAIL OF THIS TOTALLY LEGIT TOTALLY SECOND NOTICE OF WHAT IS ACTUALLY A VIOLATION cue me: checks notes. Hmm. My recycling bin was. on the curb. on recycling pickup day. You know. The day it has to be out. The day it is motherfucking ALLOWED TO BE FUCKING OUT AND VISIBLE.

so. 1) not a violation

I have sent them the trash AND recycling pickup schedules, which are DIFFERENT, btw

I have disputed the fact of the violation

I have disputed the linking of this "violation" to a previous violation MONTHS AGO--their "first notice" in this case was a "Courtesy Notice" LITERALLY 5 MONTHS AGO and they've done so many inspections since then and my bin CLEARLY WASN'T OUT IN THOSE INTERVENING MONTHS so WTMFH

So I am posting like a crazy person here instead of sending the absolutely deranged email I almost sent (I did send a slightly less deranged version with the disputes, and requesting a hearing)

OMG. It has been. Less than one hour since I learned this fun fun news. My bin was out YESTERDAY, y'all. YESTERDAY. I am going to blow a gasket

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

hey bud, you got a little somethin on your... uh... off of your.... um... hm.

[mixelation]

im gonna write kushina being like "i invited your boyfriend over 2 help with the trauma" and tori being like "who" followed immediately by "oh yeah no wait. you think THIS GUY will make me feel better???"

[krourou2]

Y’know everyone’s always "Ace Attorney crossover!" and "Professor Layton crossover!" about Ghost Trick, but you know what I think would be extremely funny?

Detective Conan crossover.

A guy who doesn't believe in ghosts, a girl who's terrified of the supernatural, and a guy who IS a ghost.

[hana-bobo-finch]

I’m shadowing at the vet clinic in 2 days and I’m clearly not nervous at all because I definitely didn’t have a long winding, distressing dream in which the veterinarian made me play a game in which leif had to throw food at people and maki kicked his ass so bad that leif fucking died but don’t worry because the vet was there and he has magic healing powers and he brought leif back to life but he made sure to mention for some reason that leif doesn’t have chlorophyll because he’s not a plant

[midnightsnaq]

Accidentally found myself working on two mp100 fics at the same time