#i think ill die

[gamblersdoll]

broly having sensory issues so he doesnt wear necklaces because of his past, and also not wearing certain shirts because it makes him itchy.

so he usually walks around the house with no shirt on because he freaks when he feels a certain fabric on him. :(

or even he also has a hard time understanding things still, like he knows how to operate a shower. but, he doesnt know how to work a washer or tub. he also doesnt know how certain things can work (technological advances)

he also doesnt understand why eating with utensils, he finds it better to eat with his hands :(.

you give him all your grace because he grew up on such a planet and his father basically fucked him up, so he doesnt have to (at least, you dont force him) know everything.

he also doesn’t speak very much, only getting verbal when he needs to tell you something.

“i would like for you to keep this.” he mumbles, a palm out with a rock in his palm. “ i found it approximately two days ago and it looked pretty like you.” he doesn’t understand the words of pretty in relationship terms, but pretty is pretty.

you feel your heart drop, squeeze, clench, and shatter.

“d’aw– broly has a crush!” kakarot exclaims, eyes widened when he looks at the rock. “i knew it!”

and poor broly is just confused, because he doesn’t understand what the hell a crush is.

“thank you, broly.”

[killuaisaprincess]

knick-knack

“S-Stupid! Do you know how much one costs on eBay?!”

“I’m sorry, I’ll do everything in my power to make it up to you, princess.”

E-Eh?

Everything from the tip of Killua’s ears to the bridge of his nose goes a cute shade of pink, and he stares with wide eyes.

Zushi is equally stunned.

“G-Gon, you’re so bold…”

Zushi whispers enviously.

Killua plays with a strand of hair, shyly, mumbling cutely.

“Y-You better mean that…”

Gon smiles and brings his lips down to kiss Killua’s knuckles.

“I do mean it.”

[captainhuggys]

Today’s game will be my Roman Empire ☝️😔

As a bolts fan who is about to watch them play Nashville.

Stamkos is gonna be back in Amalie but at what cost 😭😭

[celestialecho]

trying to find a post that I have hardly any recollection of . but I remember what it made me think of. but nothing else. I cannot remember what I tagged it w. one million found dead

[snorzyy]

one week until good omens season two. holy fuck.

[bat-luun]

just realized i cant draw infinites hair stupid big for this drawing cuz it messes w the balance of his overclocked color scheme :(((

[ih8boiledeggs]

AWWW HW FELL INN WHAT A CUTIE PIEE!!

my contribution to the @surgeonofdeathcollab

[solarsleepless]

what if avatrice dont get to kiss...

[kokoinupi]

also add in the tags if you want how your tolerance has changed over time!

[hailsatanacab]

Family Dinners - dpxdc

"Holy shit, you're Bruce Wayne!" Danny gaped, jabbing a finger at the man sitting at the head of the table.

The bustling dining room goes silent as everyone turns to look at him.

"Danny, who did you think was going to be here?" Tim asks, disbelief plain in his voice and Danny feels his face flush red.

"Sorry, I, uh, I guess I just never put it together. Tim Drake-Wayne. Wayne Manor. It, uh, makes sense now." He laughs sheepishly and scrubs at his neck before slumping back down into his chair.

"Well," Tim says with an indulgent sigh, "at least I know you're not just friends with me for my connections."

"Yeah, I'm really sorry, I just never thought about it, I guess."

Danny sinks lower as everyone around him laughs. Come to dinner, he said, the food is the best, he said, ignore the family, he said. Danny really wishes he'd listened to Tim and just ignored them—almost as much as he's regretting accepting the offer in the first place—but... he's having dinner with Batman.

Ancients, that's so weird!

The last time he saw Batman was in the future and, suffice it to say, it was not going well. There hadn't really been time for family dinners there.

Wait. Family dinners?

He peers around the table, openly gawking at everyone as it all clicks into place.

"Everything alright, Danny? Now realising who everyone else is?" Tim asks with a roll of his eyes.

"Uh... something like that..." Danny mumbles as everyone laughs again.

From further down the table, the smallest Wayne scoffs and clicks his tongue.

"I thought you said he was smart, Drake?"

"So, you all do it, too, then?" he asks, ignoring the jibe. Danny's only a little bit jealous as he thinks of how much easier they must have it, how much easier it'd be if his family had been on his side, too. "You all work together?"

"Nah," Dick says from across the table with a brilliant grin. "Tim's the only one that works with Bruce, we all have different jobs. I'm a police officer in Bludhaven."

"Disgusting." Danny blurts out without thinking—because seriously, what kind of self-respecting vigilante would also be a police officer?—before clapping a hand over his mouth. "Sorry."

The whole table laughs again, the loudest being the blonde girl a few spaces down from Dick. Look, Danny wasn't really paying attention to names when they were all paraded in front of him. Dick only gets remembered because his name is a joke.

Come on, Danny, recover!

"That's, uh, not what I meant, though."

"Oh?" Dick asks, cocking his head slightly to the side. Is it Danny's imagination or does his smile tense slightly?

"Yeah, I mean like, you know, in costume. It must make it so much easier to have everyone together like this."

"Costume? What do you mean?"

Yeah, Danny's not imagining it, everyone tenses up at that. It's really only now that he's realising that this probably isn't how he should bring up that he knows about their... night time activities. In fact, he probably shouldn't be bringing it up at all.

"Uuhhh..." Danny looks wildly around the table as he continues making his stupid noise. Think, think, think! There must be a way out of this!

"Danny?" Tim asks, looking concerned.

"Oh, Ancients, this isn't how I wanted it to go at all," he mutters, slipping even further into his chair. He's almost on the floor now and he so, so wishes it could just swallow him up.

His real first meeting with Batman was meant to be cool! He had planned to be Phantom, maybe save them from a tight spot, prove his worth as a mysterious and powerful ally as thanks for the help Batman gave him in the future.

"Danny, what are you talking about?" Tim starts tugging on his sleeve in an attempt to pull him back up from his pit of despair.

Eventually, Danny relents and sits up straighter, hiding his face in his hands and whining all the while.

"I'm sorry, I just didn't expect him to be here and it threw me off so now I look stupid and it's so embarrassing!" he wails, flailing his arms wide. "Why wouldn't you warn me that Batman was your adopted dad, Tim? Couldn't you have let me know?"

"I'm sorry, what? Danny are you alright? There's no way Bruce can be Batman, look at him!"

"Yeah," the blonde girl laughs from the bottom of the table, "look at him! That's a wet noodle of a man! Batman can actually do things, B is incapable of pretty much everything."

"Thank you, Stephanie," Bruce sighs, massaging his forehead.

It's... Those are the first words Danny's heard Batman say since everything went down and it's enough to knock him out of his embarrassment.

It's really good to hear his voice again. Especially now, when it's strong and healthy and full of personality—even if that personality is little more than a tired father right now—far better than how it had been, at the end.

Danny sits up, back straight, and grins. He's got this. He remembers it perfectly. Some people count sheep to fall asleep, Danny repeats his mantra to be certain that he'll never forget it.

"Gamma alpha upsilon tau iota mu epsilon, 42, 63, 28, 1 colon 65 dash 9."

Once again, the whole table falls into silence.

"Holy shit..." breathes the other D name (Duke? Danny's pretty sure he's Signal) from opposite Stephanie. "Isn't that...?"

"The time travelling code." The littlest Wayne says stiffly. "We have met in the future?"

"That's not just the time travelling code, Dami." Dick says, looking between Danny and Bruce. "That's the family time travelling code."

Danny's grin freezes in place.

"I'm sorry, what?"

"1 colon 65 dash 9." Dick explains, still flicking between him and Bruce. "It means you've been adopted into the family and we should all treat you as such, no questions asked."

"Tell you what, I'm about to ask a question." Danny says, dumbstruck. "You just told me it was a code to identify time travellers, not anything about being adopted! What the hell, B?"

Bruce looks about as shellshocked as Danny feels.

"We must have been close," he says finally, after opening and closing his mouth like a fish out of water a few times.

"No! Not that close!" Danny reels back, taking a deep breath ready to refute it all, but... "Well, I mean, you found me when I first got stuck, and you helped me get better despite being... And then we fought together against the, uh, bad guy, before he, um, he... before you couldn't."

An uncomfortable beat passes while they all pick up on what Danny tried so hard not to say.

"So, you're not from the future, then, you travelled there and came back?" Tim asks, breaking the tension and leaning forward with a glint in his eye.

"Yeah, it was a whole end of the world thing, but don't worry about it," Danny says with a hand wave, "It's all kosher now, won't ever happen."

"What did happen?"

"Seriously, don't worry about it, we cool."

"How long in the future was it?"

"About ten years? You were pretty spry for an old man, B," Danny laughs, wishing they'd get off the topic of what happened and get back to the adoption bit.

Everyone shares degrees of a cautious smile as they relax out of the shock, and Dick—whose grin is the biggest—says, "No wonder you got the family code, you're already riffing on him like one of us. How long were you there for?"

"A week, before I managed to get back to my present and stop him then."

"A week? Jeez, B, that has to set some kind of record, seriously."

"Oh!" Danny says, sitting bolt upright and blinking in surprise before pointing at Dick and bouncing in his seat. "You're Nightwing!"

"What?"

"That's exactly what Nightwing said when Batman told me the code! Makes so much more sense now."

Dick laughs and claps his hands, delighted.

"You were not formally adopted?" The grumpy small one—Dami?—asks, his face pinched.

"I didn't even know I was informally adopted."

"And your parents? Are they alive or dead?"

"Damian, stop—"

"They were dead in the future, but they're alive now." Danny says, looking down. He fiddles with the tablecloth, twisting the fabric around his fingers as he fights down the pang of sadness that he always feels when he thinks of them now. He forces a bright smile on his face and hopes it doesn’t look too strained. "I just, uh, can't talk to them much, anymore."

"Damian," Dick warns, "1 colon 65 dash 9. Treat them as family, no questions asked."

"This is Damian treating him as family, the little turd has no manners." Tim scoffs, rolling his eyes, but he gently bumps shoulders with Danny to knock him out of his funk. Danny can't help but send him a watery smile.

"I have the most exemplary manners, Drake, unlike some people." Damian spits, crossing his arms with a pout. "I was merely ascertaining his status to see how he could possibly fit into the family."

"I know this is all a bit sudden, Danny," Bruce smiles, ignoring Damian and reaching out to lay a warm hand on his arm, "for all of us. But if I felt strongly enough to give you that code after spending a week with you in the future, then you are more than welcome in this family, if you so choose it. I think I can speak for all of us when I say we'd like to get to know you a bit more."

"I know a threat when I hear it, Bruce." Danny snorts. "But, yeah, I get it. I'm sorry this is all so weird, it really wasn't how I wanted to find you again, but... I'm glad I did."

"So are we, Danny." Dick says, with a warm smile. "And formally or not, 1 colon 65 dash 9 means you're family. Welcome to the fun house! No take backs or refunds, sorry. You're stuck with us."

[civetcider]

making new OCs to cope with how bad i wanna be fishing right now (she/her for both)

[gamblersdoll]

cw: riding, 18+.

both you and hakari hated memorial day, because no one knew how to fucking drive nor park. so you both stayed home, watching whatever was on the flat curved samsung television.

hakari had his head resting on his palm, the other clicking the buttons on the remote. you, on the other hand, had one thing in mind.

they way he sits, his lap looking wide and his jeans made it no better. he always looked good in black or blue jeans, and if he had his legs spread a bit? you wanted to taste him.

hakari flicks his eyes over to you, your own staring at his lap. he chuckles, “if you try’na do something then do it.” he says, absentmindedly. his eyes go back to the television, watching gordon yell at a bunch of idiots on the blue team who was losing to women.

your hands fly to his zipper, making quick work of it. his eyes flicker to you, slowly bring his lip to his teeth. both you and him make eye contact, him nodding upwards telling you to go ahead.

your soft delicate hands pull his hardened cock out, giving slow pumps and you taking him into your mouth. hakari pulls your hair back, low eyes watching your head bob on his cock. fuck, did you know how to suck a man off.

he rolls his eyes back, biting his lip as he remains the back of his head rested against the palm of his hand. “suck that shit, baby.” he whispered, biting his lip harder. “fuck.”

this is what you wanted, to taste the salt that lightly coated his cock. and he watched how well you could take him.

you pull back up, looking at him as you give your award winning pleading look. the sound of hell’s kitchen dimmed, pure lust coming from the both of you. hakari brings your head closer to his, kissing you like his life depended on it.

because in a way, it did.

“ride that dick like you want it.” he orders, biting your lip softly. his hands curve around your waist as you straddle him, sucking in a breath as you slide down on his cock. “there you go, thats my girl.”

he watches the way your tits bounced softly, every now and then moving back and forth in your hips to find that deep, grinding feeling. his hands gripped harder, looking only at your face.

“so fuckin’ pretty when you make ‘yerself feel good.” he praises, taking a nipple into your mouth as he flicks his tongue against it. he knows your knees are getting tired, hand’s curving around your ass. “need papa to do it for you, creamy girl?”

you nodded, because he was so much to take, and his scent was intoxicating.

his hips snap up, but somewhat soft. both you and him hold each other, knowing once you were holding each other you both were like otters and their soulmates.

you had long had already came around him, but he was growing near himself. he took his right hand and placed a smack against your ass, groaning once he felt that tight squeeze in his balls.

“ho fuck! shit!” he growls deep, slamming himself into your cervix. his face buries itself into your breasts, hands tightly gripping on your ass. his nails dig into you, half crescent moons in your skin.

after about five minutes of deep breaths and chuckles, he pulls away and lays you down. “sorry ‘fer gettin’ rough wit cha.” he says, a nervous smile on his face.

“i love it when you get rough—“

“dont fuckin’ tempt me, lil’ girl.”

[xiewho]

no time to celebrate

[chestnutroan]

waking up

[clovreat3r]

Made in the Image of Bill

Closeups of the quality gets roasted (just like bills family) ->

[airoarts]

"yellowfang? what are you doing in bluestars den? well its none of my business" -fireheart, probably

[ID: a digital painting of Bluestar and Yellowfang, two battle-scarred gray cats, from Warrior Cats. They are cuddling in loaf positions in a den with sunlight streaming in, looking towards the entrance with slight smirks. The image is drawn in a semi-realistic art style with soft colors and shading. End ID]