#i don't know the answer

[moni-logues]

girl, what is you DOIN

[friendrat]

Kid is asking the hard questions now. She wants to know if the King and Queen of Anniera only had one child, who would be the next King?

[books-netflix-and-pizza]

Sometimes, when the Flash walks into a room that Batman is already in, he gets the most bone-chilling glare he's ever received in his life. Like he's never been so sure of his imminent death, even though he knows Batman doesn't kill. Then one time, he watched Wally run full speed into Batman (who didn't even budge, by the way) and he nearly burst into tears, sure he was about to watch his nephew get eaten or something. But Batman just grips Wally by the shoulders to keep him from falling over and grunts. Wally grins sheepishly, gives a little "Sorry, B-Man", and runs off. Barry blinks, trying to comprehend what he just saw, and opens his mouth to ask, when Batman turns and stares into the depths of his soul. Next thing he knows, Barry's on the other end of the Watchtower, and he's not sure if he ran or if Batman can just do that.

Oliver is pretty sure the Bat has it out for him. He's not sure why, as far as he can remember he's never done anything, but it definitely feels a little personal when Batman points out the flaws in every plan Oliver contributes. The only reason he doesn't leap across the table and demand answers is because he likes living, thank you, and he's pretty sure Batman could literally bite his head off. But then, on a day where Roy happens to be at the Watchtower at the same time is Oliver, Oliver corners him for a meal. Batman is a table near them with Wonder Woman, and Oliver can make out pieces of a plan they're working on as he eats. Suddenly, Roy's chair screeches as he pushes it over to their table. Oliver doesn't even have time to shout a warning, barely has enough time to grab his bow (useless as it may be against whatever it is that Batman is) before Roy is offering a plan suggestion. But Batman doesn't devour Roy's head in a single bite, no he tilts his head consideringly and nods. Roy's back at the table in an instant all nonchalance and "put that down Olly, we're eating". Oliver thinks he needs to go to the medbay, because surely he has a concussion.

Superman has known Batman just as long as anybody. If asked, he'd say he trusts the man, mostly. He's under no illusions that Batman would say the same, but he's working on it. That doesn't mean he's not slightly intimidated by the man. Batman's anger is a force in and of itself, and it's not one that Clark is particularly fond of being subjected to. Which is why he's conflicted at the moment. Because his son (son? clone? they're still discussing the semantics) is the unfortunate recipient of Batman's patented glare at the moment. Kon has his arms crossed as he stands next to one of his teammates, Clark only recognizes this one as Red Robin because he's the only one Clark knows nothing about. The expression on Kon's face is familiarly defiant, and Clark is torn between interjecting and risking the Batman's wrath, or letting Kon be subjected to it. He's so distracted by his inner turmoil that he doesn't hear what Batman says next. He does however, hear Kon's response. "look, we got the job done, didn't we?" He's frozen in shock, in fear, which is why he's still behind Batman when Batman responds. "hrnn" and stalks away Clark blinks, sure his ears are faulty then blinks again when he notices Kon's smile. He elbows his teammate, says something about a bet, but Clark is too confused to follow. What just happened?

He's almost forgotten about that incident the next time one of his children is subject to the Bat. This time it's Jon, Jon who is too young and too eager to please to endure the anger of Batman. But Clark is still holding up the collapsing building as the first responders get the last few civilians out. He can't go to his son and defend him, all he can do is watch as Jon approaches Batman of his own volition. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to break it." And Clark's heart breaks, because it really hadn't even been Jon's fault. His son had deflected a car thrown at him, and the car had taken out the last remaining support for the building Clark is currently holding. There were no casualties, but there were injuries, and Clark can see the guilt his son feels from here. His sorrow is replaced with complete and utter shock as Jon throws himself forward, face pressed against Batman's chest and skinny arms wrapping around his back. He grows more shocked, if possible, when Batman gently places a hand on the back of Jon's head, cradling it against his chest. "everyone will recover, and you'll learn for next time. It's alright, Jon." When the building is evacuated and Clark is given the all clear to let it down, he makes his way over to his son. Batman doesn't even look at him as he gently detaches Jon from him and deposits him in Clark's arms. He turns to leave, and Clark barely has time to whisper a "thank you" before he's disappeared.

Batman being aggressively secretive towards the Justice League is one of my favorite tropes, but it gets INFINITELY funnier when you take the younger generations of heroes into consideration.

Barry Allen? He doesn't know shit about Batman, still partially convinced he's not human, still a little bit scared to talk to him. But Wally West? That's Nightwing's best friend. He's been around Dick since both of them were kids. He's had sleepovers at the manor since he was thirteen.

I just think it would be hilarious if all of the younger generations 100% know that Batman is Bruce Wayne. They've slept at the manor, some of them have taken various Batkids to school dances, they've been offered Alfred's cooking. And all because they've gotten close to at least one Batkid and said Batkid wore Bruce down until he let them reveal their identity. But all of them manage to keep this information from their mentors. Either purposefully or completely on accident.

Then you end up with a situation where the younger generations grow up and join the League and the older members Very Quickly realize that they seem a lot more comfortable with Batman than they should be.

[what-am-i-doing-in-this-fandom]

Yeah, I don't know about you, Fidds, but I'd fold at this 🙏

Previous!!

Next!!

First!!

[fazcinatingblog]

Omfg it's funny because it's true, damn we needed that 3 game member.

[marshmellowtea]

i desperately need people to realize there's a difference between "women need to coddle (cis) men's feelings even when they're being misogynistic uwu" and "we shouldn't tolerate misogyny but actively keeping men separate from women and treating them like they're inherently dangerous to women is only going to worsen the problem (and also this mindset causes IMMEASURABLE harm to nonbinary, trans, and intersex people, who are already incredibly at risk right now)" and i need people to realize that NOW

[egophiliac]

WAIT when did he get FANGS

[demigods-posts]

i'm one hundred percent certain that after percy and annabeth made out underwater. and he wanted to make their relationship official. the question was not "will you be my girlfriend?" but "can i be your boyfriend?" i don't care what the canon says. percy gave annabeth the space to take the lead in the relationship. because after a lifetime of being abandoned by everyone she dared to care for. and then watching her on the brink of a panic attack at the thought of losing him the last four years. he wanted to honor a new beginning between them by follow her lead and moving at her pace.

[flurty]

good question!

how to ask someone to be in a qpr no glue no borax

[biggest-gaudiest-patronuses]

going through my old journals as part of therapy homework and i'm reading a section written in the emotional wreckage of a full-on breakdown when i get hit with this line:

There is never a satisfying answer to ‘Why didn’t they love me?’

like wow babe. good fucking point

[mushroomjar]

is it lesbian friday yet

It's always lesbian friday if you believe

[animalinvestigator]

happy 9 years

here's to 990 more

[destiel-wings]

Are you incapable of making your own post? Why did you add on to that poor persons Merlin post when they dont care about Destiel? And youre too lazy to make your own gifs lol okay. Please dont add on to posts that arent yours. So fucking lazy and annoying.

Hey, if you're the op who made the post, I sincerely apologize. If you don't want that kind of addition i can delete it, no problem.

I love merthur and i love destiel too, and I added that scene from spn to make a comparison between the two ships. It wasn't meant to take anything away from the original post, but my intention was to give it a new light in addition (as people do on this site) by drawing a parallel with another piece of media. A lot of destiel fans love merthur too and i thought the op could get more reblogs and likes on their gif this way (reaching another fandom too).

I know how to make my own posts, I did plenty of them, actually.

What i don't know how to do is gifs, and i have deep appreciation for people who make them, and it is my understanding that they like exposure for their posts, so that their hard work can reach more people.

This is why i reblogged it.

My tags on the reblog were about both ships, i didn't deviate from the original post ignoring it to only talk about another ship (which would've been rude), so i didn't think it could be offensive in any way.

[eddievedders]

GOOD OMENS — Chapter 5: The Ball.

[anonymouspuzzler]

Hey Buck can you tell me a joke?

[becca-e-barnes]

Bucky pinning you down so you can’t squirm and he’s just sitting inside you while he tortures your clit feeling you clench around him. He makes you cum over and over until he finally cums.

Overstimulation + super soldier stamina = …

- 🍯

Dear God, I know I just don't have it in me to behave during cock-warming. When it comes down to it, I genuinely have no patience at all 😵‍💫

"You..." Bucky begins, pressing you down onto the bed before gripping your ankles and forcing you to flip over onto your front. "Have a problem with control."

With your face turned away from him, you can't help but smile to yourself. No one has ever said it out loud but you know he's right.

Being in control is where you're most comfortable. No hands are safer than your own. Except maybe his. You know he won't fuck this up.

"And you..." He continues, gathering your wrists behind your back, holding them tightly with one hand. "Need to learn how it feels to have control taken from you. Do you understand?"

As soon as you begin to nod your head, you feel him start to tape around your wrists, holding them together behind your back. Once he's content they're secure, he sits on the edge of the bed, facing the mirror before he pulls you onto his lap.

"Legs spread over the top of mine." He orders and you do as you're told, not because you have to but because you want to.

You notice the way your cunt is already glistening in the mirror and you're almost embarrassed because he hasn't even touched you yet.

"Fuck, you're made for this." He groans, lining his cock up to your slick entrance and you wonder if he's holding his breath too while he slides into you, as deep as your bodies will allow.

You're obsessed with the sight in front of you; your own naked body, with your legs spread so far apart you can see how your cunt is stuffed full of him.

Being shorter though, your feet can't touch the ground like this. There's no way you'll get enough leverage to fuck yourself on him but as soon as you start to tell him that, he silences you with two thick fingers between your lips.

"I'm not letting you fuck me." His free hand roams over your body, squeezing your breasts, pinching your nipples and then settling between your spread thighs.

"I'm going to play with you. I'm going to see how much you can take. I'm going to work out exactly how you like your clit stroked and I'm going to do that until your legs are shaking and your body won't let you cum any more. Maybe then I'll fuck you but sweetheart, that will be hours from now." His breath is hot against the side of your face, his fingers slipping from your mouth to your waist while he starts to flick gently against your clit.

"I'm going to start slowly. I'm going to do everything I can to drag this out as long as possible. I can feel every clench and flutter of this pretty little cunt and I'm going to enjoy it until you're dripping over my balls." At this rate, it won't be long until you're dripping onto the carpet, never mind over him. You dreamed he'd want to take control like this but you never imagined the way your body would respond.

"And then, when you've cum more times than you can handle, I'm going to tell you that I love you while I fuck you like I don't."

Update: Part 2