#i love this boy holy shit

[deliasmoothie]

🍕FNAF Security Breach Pizzeria Horror Attraction🍕

I'm surprised I haven't seen this on tumblr yet, so I decided to talk about it. [SS Credits]

This is not CGI, its a real place located in Boulevard City, Riyadh, Saudi Arabia. It's a haunted/horror house, and you can see the full video here:

🐻They actually remodeled the place because it used to have the OG FNAF Mascots but switched it to SB this year.

🌕The roaming stilt walker mascot at that time was The Puppet! And guess who they went for this year? The Daycare Attendant, Moon!

⭐Unfortunately, visitors are not allowed to record the insides of the premise but these are the few pictures that have been sneaked in. [Source]

☆ It's a shame because it'd be interesting to know how they spook people inside! But yeah! Wanted to share this cause I hadn't seen others do so and if you have any more information- feel free to add!

[kettlefire]

As Good as Good Gets (DP X DC Snippet)

Richard "Dick" Grayson is the golden child. In the eyes of the public, and in the eyes of the league. Dick is a sweet, caring son, a man who went from being a sidekick to being a hero. The pipeline from Robin to Nightwing had many people applauding his dedication to keeping Gotham safe.

No one knew the full story, not truly. No one but Bruce Wayne himself. And maybe a certain butler. Many don't know that Dick only became Robin to stop him from hunting down and killing the man who killed his parents.

No one really knows about the harsh fights and arguments he has had with Bruce. The times when Dick would find himself cut off from the Wayne name for a week or so. No one knows that the first person Dick warmed up to was Alfred. Having been bribed with cookies.

Things weren't always this good, trusting, happy relationship between Bruce and Dick. It had been a rough ride, a complicated one. But that was okay, because it got better.

Dick stopped being so moody and angsty. He grew up, he learned, and he changed. He became an older brother, found people that needed him. Needed him in a way that the citizens of Gotham didn't need him.

His brothers like to call him annoying. A goody two shoes who Bruce trusted more than everyone else. They couldn't fathom how someone like Dick could be so stupid and bubbly at all times.

All times, except when shit hits the fans. Despite the name calling, despite coining Dick as the stupid Wayne. They all knew better. They knew that when it mattered, Dick Grayson always pulled through. He was a force to be reckoned with when needed.

The whole Wayne family was a force to be reckoned with when called for. It didn't have to be under the guise of costumes and vigilante acts. Whether he was Officer Grayson or Nightwing, Dick was a man with his morals and values.

One night on patrol as Officer Grayson, Dick found someone who needed that force. A force willing to protect and care for the innocent. The hurt. The damaged, yet still good.

It started like any other night. A call of shots fired by an empty warehouse. There was no sighting or knowledge of any rouges being there, so Dick took the call. Told the team he'll contact them if it seems more than just a civilian incident.

The warehouse was dark, reeked of copper and oil. It didn't take long for Dick to find the trail. The liquid he found looked like the person had been dragged before walking. There was a clear struggle, even with the mess and emptiness that was the warehouse.

That wasn't Dick's biggest concern. The concern lay in just how much blood there was. Too much for any normal person to lose and still manage to stumble through the warehouse.

It wasn't just blood. It wasn't that much, but Dick could spot the strangeness in the liquid. The mixed in green that had an eerily similar color and glow as a certain pit.

Without thinking, Dick followed the trail. Barely remembering to make contact with his family. Give them an update on what he found. Words telling him to stay put for backup went in one ear and out the other.

Something in Dick's gut was telling him he couldn't wait. He needed to find the source. Whoever was currently bleeding out in this warehouse. He silenced the comm, moving further through the dimly lit building.

Then Dick found it. Or more so, he found him. It was just a boy. A boy that reminded Dick too much of the youngest Wayne. A boy sat against a wall, looking pale and weak.

Red and green coated the front of the boy's shirt, arms wrapped tightly around his middle. An attempt to stem the bleeding. A puddle had already started to form beneath the boy, and Dick moved without thinking once again.

He quickly found himself kneeling beside the boy, hands carefully reaching out. Before Dick even touched him, the boy flinched. Eyelids suddenly opened, wide and terrified blue eyes landed on Dick's.

In just that one look, Dick knew what he had to do. The haunting, terrified, and pained look in the boy's eyes told Dick everything he needed to know. The boy was in danger. Someone had hurt this kid, and it was clear it wasn't the first time.

The boy struggled weakly against Dick's touch, terrified whimpers, and barely coherent pleas spilled from the kid's lips. It had Dick's heart aching, clear as day the poor kid has been through hell and back.

It took a lot of reassurance, gentle touches, and promises of help before the kid let Dick take a look at the bleeding wound. A promise on Dick's soul had been the final thing that earned him any semblance of trust. A strange promise, but Dick was willing to make it.

That concern turned to pure anger the moment Dick managed to pull the sticky shirt away from the wound. The sight of a Y-incision cut perfectly into the skin, stitches tight on the skin, but blood still leaking heavily from the wound.

It didn't take long for Dick to realize why. Despite the perfect surgical care of the wound, a good couple of stitches had broken. Leaving gaping spots for that red and green liquid to pour out of.

The boy was deathly silent, tears streaking down his cheek as wide blue eyes stayed trained on Dick. In that moment, Dick knew he had to help. Had to get the kid to safety, patch him up, and find out what kind of monster would do this.

It didn't matter if the kid was human or not. It didn't matter if the kid had special abilities or not. No one, absolutely no one, deserved to be vivisected.

The kid was shrouded in mystery, but that mystery only seemed to grow and become clearer when Bruce had entered the scene. The boy had tensed, eyes flashing a bright glowing green.

Lazarus pit green.

It set a pit of dread in Dick's gut. His mind brings forward memories of Jason. Jason, after his revival, after his dip in that cursed pit. The same flash that his brother would get if he got too angry. Too emotional.

As much as Dick wanted to focus on finding who did this, if it had any connection to Ra's al Ghul. He couldn't. Not when the kid tried to get up, to pull away as Bruce and the others made their way closer.

Right now, Dick only cared about making sure the boy was okay. Fixing those stitches, getting him a meal, and a warm bed.

He needed to get this kid someplace where he felt safe and secure. Comfortable and protected. Dick wasn't sure why. Maybe it was the promise he had made, but he wasn't letting anyone get to the kid.

That included his family. As strange as it seemed, Dick put himself between the others and the kid. Shooting them all a glare that they had only ever seen a handful of times.

Dick lifted the poor boy up in his arms, cradling the crying child close as he led the way out of the warehouse. Ignoring the questions or confusion coming from Bruce and the others. As Dick walked, feeling the trembling boy clinging to him, he made a rather obvious realization.

Maybe the eldest son really was more like Bruce than he expected. Just a few short moments the the boy, a boy that Dick didn't know his name, and he was ready to pull out adoption papers. To give the boy a safety he so desperately needs.

Give him the chance that Bruce had given him all those years ago.

[shouyuus]

caleb doing the kabedon trend with you and accidentally sending his bionic arm through the wall; you then spend the entire weekend helping him patch up the hole and every time you make eye contact, he flushes red and looks away like "i'm sorry okay?"

you shrugging, but enjoying giving him a hard time way too much, "no, it's fine -- it's not like i liked having a wall anyway. been thinking about redoing it forever, actually --"

caleb groaning and bending down to dip his paint roller in some more paint, but peaking at you with little side-long glances.

"you're not actually mad... right?"

you can't help the grin the tugs at the corner of your mouth.

"if i said i was... would you try to make it up to me?"

caleb cocking his head, his eyes slating obsidian in the late afternoon light.

"maybe..." the paint roller clatters to the floor, splattering the hem of your coveralls. you gasp as he corners you against the wall, this time, his bionic hand pressing flat to the empty space next to your face, the touch so gentle it makes nearly no noise at all.

"but... i can't promise that no other furniture will be broken or hurt in the process..."

[recent-rose]

hey i dont go here but jayce's speech about viktor in s2e9 isn't him saying 'u should never have tried to heal yourself, you were perfect the way u were x3' it was him saying that viktor's physical health never made him any less beautiful, never made him any less important, never made him any LESS, period. he wasn't saying viktor didn't need to pursue a cure for his ills like come on his motivation to invent hextech was to help people. to cure disease. viktor's first and foremost among them.

he said what he said because it was the thing viktor craved to hear most in his life, and that is why those were the words that punched through his defences even as the machine herald: jayce loved him wholly and unconditionally, healthy or ill, good or bad, human or inhuman. he would always be loved just the same.

[buttdumplin]

Polariods Pt 2: You’ve got intense baby fever and Simon makes a complete meal out of it, especially now that he’s got his trusty camera.

cw: poly 141, afab gn!reader, breeding, handjobs, this one has a lot more of the boys amongst themselves

word count: 1.8k

Part 1

One of Simon’s favorite polaroids is from a spontaneous session. It’s the night of your solo date and you’re both getting settled for bed when you reach over to him with a whisper.

“Can I confess something?”

“Anything,” he’s worried he messed up on your date, missed something or overstepped a boundary.

“I’m drowning in baby fever.”

He blinks at you, all the tension in his body suddenly gone.

“Do you… want to go raw? I know we haven-”

Simon’s on you with a bruising kiss before you can finish. The sheets are ripped aside and you can feel his fingers dig at the flesh of your hips as he scrambles to get your clothes off. He grunts and pushes at your knee with his to get you to lift so he can slide your bottoms off before he rips them, and you quickly oblige.

You’re laughing against his mouth when he finally pauses. He sits back up to look you over, his panting loud, the tent in his gray sweatpants proud and straining. Once he’s made sure you’re okay, that you do actually want this, he reaches for the little pink camera from the nightstand.

“Yes,” he finally answers, “and I’ll keep going until it takes.”

You gasp and immediately the flash goes off. He’s captured you perfectly: a high blush on your cheeks, your sweet lips parted in surprise, eyes shining with hope.

Simon does keep that photo secret for a while. He knows for a fact you haven’t asked the same of the other boys yet, still a bit too shy to bring it up casually. The picture, he thinks, serves as a reward for being so patient and careful with you as he’s taken the polaroids. He’ll let himself be a little selfish with it, at least for a short while. The boys won’t hear a fucking peep about this from him, not until he’s gotten your express permission to do so.

Once you give him the green light, he takes his time, going after the boys when they least expect it. He wants maximum effect, after all. He’ll meet with one of the boys per week, swearing them to secrecy, wanting to keep the suspense and surprise for each of them. And each time, he comes back to report their reactions in exquisite detail.

~

He is watching a movie with Kyle when he tells him. It’s just the two of them, snuggled together on the couch, Kyle’s head resting on his chest. The movie was innocent enough, one they’d seen a handful of times already, though it had quickly become a source of comfort. Simon launches directly into it.

“They want a baby.”

Kyle leans up enough to look Simon in the eye. He instantly thinks Simon is talking about you, but he forces himself to slow his thoughts a moment. Surely it’s his own hopeful thinking, his own desires speaking. The hesitation is clear on his face.

Kyle whimpers, his heart pounding so hard that Simon must be able to feel it against his own chest.

Simon pulls out the picture from his pocket, knowing it’ll answer everything for him. Kyle isn’t even thinking when he takes the photo from him, the snatching making Simon chuckle. He stares at the polaroid silently, eyes moving to take in every inch of you in it. When he turns to Simon again, the sweet warmth of his eyes has been swallowed by blown pupils. He licks his lips slowly, pressing his throbbing cock into Simon’s thigh. Poor boy got so hard so fast it must have hurt.

“I know, sweet boy,” Simon coos, “You’ll get your turn.”

“You can practice on me in the meantime,” he whispers into Kyle’s ear.

Two days later, Kyle is handed a polaroid of his own. Your hair is splayed out on the pillow, your mouth slightly open, your eyebrows turned up in what he knows must have been you begging, and your hand wrapped around the base of your neck. Shadows hide the rest of the image, but he’s already fully aware of what’s there. He asks Simon to repeat every detail of your reaction over and over again as he palms himself through his pants.

“Let me help you with that, love,” he gently pries Kyle's hands away.

~

Johnny is fresh out of the shower, hair still dripping and a towel that’s definitely too short wrapped around his waist, when Simon tells him. He’s pulling socks from a drawer, his back is turned to the room, when Simon speaks.

“They asked me to fuck them raw. Fill them up.”

Johnny whips around, some droplets flying to hit Simon gently in the face. He chuckles as he wipes his face, not missing the sound of Johnny stomping towards him. He opens his eyes to see Johnny’s towel barely hanging on, his cock now straining against the material and pulling at the easy knot at his hip. Simon takes the picture out of his pocket to show him, describing what exactly led to the moment he captured. There’s a quick flash of jealousy in those sharp eyes, desire temporarily blinding him to the fact that he’ll get to participate as well. Johnny takes a big steadying breath.

“No contraception at all?”

“None.”

He sees Johnny’s body tense, muscles clenching and releasing, his body swaying a bit from barely being able to restrain himself from lunging towards the living room where he knows you are. In the back and forth, the knot of the towel gives up, exposing what little it was hiding to Simon’s eyes. He can clearly see Johnny’s cock twitch with excitement, a fat pearl of precum already at his tip. Simon wraps his big hands around Johnny’s hips, forcing him the few steps forward to lick at his slit. Johnny hisses at the attention, hands fluttering at his sides until Simon grabs one of them and brings it to the back of his head.

“Give it to me for now,” and Johnny is lost.

Two days later, Johnny’s polaroid is delivered. Shadows keep their secrets again, but he can very clearly see you sitting and leaning towards the camera, breasts pushed forward and arms holding you up, lips swollen from kissing and glossy with spit, an eager smile on your face. Even with the brightness of the flash, your irises are completely gone. After long moments of admiring the photo, Johnny crushes his mouth to Simon’s, pulling him down and shoving him onto the bed to straddle Simon himself.

~

John is the last one to receive his. Simon knows exactly how explosive his reaction will be, so he wants to give John all the time he needs. It’s just the two of them in the kitchen, finishing up the last touches of cleaning before tucking in for the night. Simon waits until he sees John no longer has something fragile in his hands when he pulls out the polaroid. John’s interest is immediate and undeniable, hands clenching and yearning to touch. Seeing you half naked will always cause that reaction in him. But then Simon speaks.

“Wants to be bred. Properly.”

His head snaps up to look at Simon, eyes looking for even the slightest hint of this being a prank or a joke of some kind. When Simon gives a small nod and smiles down at him, John finally lets the words sink in. He looks back at the photo, his sharp inhale loud in the empty room. His chest swells, holding his breath from the excitement of just hearing it and having it confirmed. Simon can’t help himself. He gently nudges John’s face back up, pulling him in for a needy kiss.

“We all get a turn,” he says into John’s lips, drawing a long moan out of him.

Simon well knows John will never make a move without explicit consent, so he wants to make things as clear as possible so John can enjoy this. He can already feel John’s cock hard against his own, but he wants the man to fully have this moment.

“You’re next,” he presses the words to John’s neck, and the older man’s knees nearly give out.

Simon wraps him up in his arms and lifts John onto the counter, making quick work of his captain’s belt. John’s panting breaths are loud above him as Simon bites and sucks at the flesh of his neck. He doesn’t give his back a second thought as he bends lower to take John’s nipple into his mouth, using his teeth to graze it lightly, and sucking hard, just as he knows John loves. John’s already lost in the moment and Simon can see it. His own actions and the sheer potential of these news overwhelming John with desire. Still, Simon can do more for him. He reaches down with calloused hands, teasing John’s cock through his boxers, fingers focusing on the growing wet spot over his tip.

“So sticky for me already. Gonna stuff ‘em full, aren’t you?”

Simon spends the rest of the night with both of their cocks in his hand, making John cum over and over again, telling him about the lovely little sounds you make as you take his cum.

Two days later, Simon gives John his photo, the pride in his walk evident. John almost wanted to take the photo himself, but he wouldn’t dream of overstepping. He’s well aware that this serves as a bonding ritual for you and Simon. He’s also not sure he could trust himself to be able to still snap the picture.

John’s picture is of you already flushed and messy, hair clearly having had hands running through, eyes shining with unshed tears, and the single most euphoric smile he’s ever seen on your face, even with your bottom lip bitten raw. The base of the photo wrinkles a tiny bit in his grip, even as John holds himself back, not letting his own hunger crush the precious item. He takes in a big gulp of air, and launches himself towards the bedroom where he knows you’re waiting for him. John’s a man on a mission now, and he’s going to do everything he can to recreate the image with you. Maybe add a couple of his own marks on your skin along the way.

Once he’s able to take a break and give you a breather, John goes back to thank Simon by dropping to his knees and taking that big cock down his throat.

And they won't say it, because they don't need to, but one of their favorite parts of their pictures is the fact that it's clear Simon is fucking you senseless in every single one of them. He may not be in the pictures, but they don't need to see him to recognize his handiwork.

AN: Bless the saint that is @mikichko, she's seen this in every stage and was always beautifully encouraging. I appreciate the fuck outta you, girl.

Pictures of the boys are next.

[yes-asil]

Brothership is out, wa-hoo!!!

[abeejasarts]

He ached to be revered again.

He wanted to be awed again.

(Bill “Goldilocks” Cipher by the amazing @ckret2, go check them out if you haven’t already!)

[sunsbleeding]

Girl (me to me) you fell in love with a grown ass man with no car and buck teeth, who is a known cheater and liar, wtf were you expecting!!?!??!!

[whimsy-mlm-143]

the gay yearning is coming back gang send help

I definitely don’t want to cuddle up with him under lots of blankets and play with his hair and tell him how much I love him at all right now, full homo

anyways how’s your guys Saturday

[cidade-tempero]

screencap redraw/study of dead poets society!!

hope the quality doesn't go to shit 😮‍💨😮‍💨 but also I'm falling so deep in a robert sean leonard rabbit hole it's insanely cozy autumn hope core vibes in here

[arsoniiii]

i have severe mafuyama brainrot rn

[honey-bird10]

**tsctir novel ending spoilers!!**

THERE HE IS, GETTING TORN APART, MUTILATED, RIPPED LIMB FROM LIMB OVER AND OVER AGAIN, BRAIN TORN TO ABSOLUTE SHREDS, AND THE ONLY THING ANCHORING HIM IS A SILLY MOMENT HE HAD WITH YOOJIN??? AND THE SWEET JOKE OF A PROMISE TO GO TO THE AQUARIUM???? EVEN WHEN HE COULDN'T REMEMBER WHAT AN AQUARIUM WAS ANYMORE, EVEN WHEN HE COULDNT LINK HIS NAME TO HIMSELF ANYMORE, HE HELD ON DESPITE IT ALL

OK SO WHO WAS GONNA TELL ME THAT SHJ WAS LITERALLY GOING TO BE KILLED OVER AND OVER FOR MULTIPLE DAYS AND THE ONLY REASON HIS SENSE OF SELF STAYED INTACT WAS BECAUSE OF THE MEMORY OF HYJ WRITING HIS NAME AND OCCUPATION ON HIS HANDS, AND THE UNFULFILLED PROMISE OF GOING ON AN AQUARIUM DATE????? WHO THOUGHT THIS WAS OK?????

Sung Hyunjae. Sesung Guild Leader.

It didn’t matter if his past was erased, if the present was unclear, or if the future would shatter into pieces. Those two words defined him. Another memory emerged.

An aquarium.

He had retained two memories. Himself and his purpose. The name inscribed on his palm and the promise to go to the aquarium. Even if he were completely wiped away, as long as those two things remained, he could stand up and walk without hesitation.

AND THROUGHOUT IT ALL, HE FEELS SADNESS JUST BECAUSE HE DOESNT KNOW IF HE'LL BE BACK BEFORE THE END OF HYJ'S LIFESPAN??? I'M CRYING WAIT HERE'S THE QUOTE-

How long would Han Yoojin’s lifespan be? Sung Hyunjae was confident he could endure until the end. But he could not guarantee Han Yoojin’s remaining time. Even if he aged so much that he could not recognize him, it was fine. Even if the world completely changed, it did not matter. Even if it was a barren place dried up without a drop of water in the aquarium, it would be enough just to visit. Even if there was not a single minnow left, he could think of, draw, and talk about the largest whale shark.

Sung Hyunjae stood up again. His golden eyes grew wet. A tear fell soundlessly. It wasn’t out of despair or frustration. It was just pure.

- It was sadness.

“How could one not be sad? I loved those times.”

Every moment of living in his world. The life of Sung Hyunjae. Even if Han Yoojin’s life came to an end, Sung Hyunjae still had death awaiting him. His sincere death would certainly come and present him with an end.

So, he was neither anxious nor afraid. He was simply sad.

GOD TO BE LOVED SO DEEPLY THAT ALL THAT SHJ ASKS FOR IS HYJ'S PRESENCE WHEN HE RETURNS. NO MATTER HOW MUCH THE WORLD CHANGES, NO MATTER HOW OLD HYJ GETS, HE JUST HOPES THAT HE'S THERE

WAAA THIS NOVEL MADE ME SO SICK IM CRYING

AND THEN

AND THEN AFTER ALL THIS -

“I’ve come to rescue you, princess!”

Han Yoojin shouted.

Sung Hyunjae laughed, utterly delighted.

[mysonsareturtles]

Ok gang, fun fact: I was a martial artist for 13+ years so when I gained access to the D+W movie on Disney+, y’all know the first thing I did was slow down the fight scenes and analyze Logan and Wade’s fighting styles.

Disclaimer: this is JUST from watching their 1v1 fight in the 3rd Deadpool movie but I feel like it was the best one to get a really close look while they fought each other.

Wade: super light on his feet, quick and reactive; also tends to throw the first punch. Prefers his guns over his swords in the beginning of fights, but is proficient with both. Is constantly predicting his opponent’s next move. Very skilled avoidance technique while also striking any weak points he spots. Not afraid to fight dirty.

Logan: sturdy and low to the ground, likely to do with his heavy skeleton. Slower than Wade but gives a MEAN punch and isn’t afraid to alter between claw slices and punches. While Wade uses his whole body, Logan tends to only use his fists/upper body to strike. He will use his own body as a shield in order to get the upper hand. Tends to fight more like a traditional boxer than a mixed martial artist (i.e. Wade).

[aletterinthenameofsanity]

Dead Boy Detectives (2024): This isn't a ghost story, it's a love story!

[chkn-kit]

proseka au where everything is the same but toya plays the triangle so i can stop drawing the fucking violin

[sualne]

shopping with the worstie for the bestie