#im just slightly braindead and tired

[friday-answers]

universe friday easter egg:

solus asks for radio to meet them at 1508 tomsby street. besides tomsby street being an actual street mentioned in universe city within radio silence, there is something else about the address that is familiar........

i'm impressed no one has noticed it yet.... 1508.... Hm.....

[patchiko]

What are your thoughts on Jason from Three Jokers?

particularly for me, his emotional dependence is so big just because he confused things with the Barbara

3 JOKERS SPOILERS !

tldr; i ramble a little abt how i hate modern Jason fucking Todd and highlight how much justice this comic did for him

and how modern writers are just trying to turn him into a batfam insert of deadpool

Yes! I dont think Jason had 100% feelings for Babs, like he said, he thought it could work. It definitely came from a moment of weakness/vulnerability, its often that Jason doesn’t get cared for too often, not in the way he needs. So when Babs let out a hand for him, it hit him HARD. Especially with just being traumatized by the last two jokers, I think its pretty obvious he doesn’t need someone to clean up/watch after him but like need someone to generally emotionally guide him.

my personal pet peeve with most modern Jason Todd canon ships is the laziness of it(b4 i get criticized i think ANY ship with ANY CHARACTERS can be good as long as the writings GOOD and makes SENSE) . GOD NO- i dont ship jason and babs, but they still put an odd amount of effort into it, to at the very least actually flesh out their characters.

Jason doesn’t need a character that fixes his mistakes when he’s overly impulsive, or babies him, or fixes his mistakes with a veil of ‘Your so dumb but i secretly care about you!‘ because then it leads to most of lazy writing where he does something stupid but his gf is here to fix it! so its ok! NO!! HES NOT LEARNING ANYTHING!! YOURE MAKING HIM LOOK STUPID AND MENTALLY BRAIN DEAD!! anyways sorry.

Jason needs someone to break him out of his cycle of impulsiveness and self-destruction, not have him indulge in it.Jason needs to go fucking soul-searching or something im so tired of his ass— REALISTICALLY I COULDN’T DATE COMIC!JASON IF HE DIDNT CHANGE,, HE WOULD FRUSTRATE ME RLLY BAD.

ahem. anyways. I think Jasons note shows a lot about his character and something that the modern writers ignore a lot. Jason CAN change, he just needs a reason, a solid reason to. He doesn’t have to put down his code, or the guns, he just needs someone solid to really make him think about himself. “All I need is one chance to you I can be better. And I will devote my life to making you proud. Happy. Loved.” WHERE IS THIS SWEETHEART RN?? I SWEAR EVERY OTHER WRITER IS MAKING HIM A EMO FUCK-BOY WHOS BRAIN MATTER GOT SUCKED OUT THROUGH HIS COCK?? ahem sorry.

I really love how much DC actually puts details into Jason in this comic. Ex. Jasons helmets abilities being highlighted, “Helmets registering multiple security doors opening across the facility.” OR him saying the chronic pain management book was helpful. SORRY— I REALLY ENJOY DETAILS LIKE THIS. It just makes Jasons technical skill and such more obvious then whats normally stated. Also Jason tracking sea water off a wrench to the Aquarium— where is this skill in more modern comics?? I swear they make Jason a braindead wannabe deadpool sometimes i swear to fucking god. Also him shooting the shark tank so it eats Gaggy— I DIE FOR DETAILS LIKE THIS.

They don’t even get rid of his humor in 3 jokers either, he still has a really well displayed personality and his banter with Batman is really bearable for once, it makes sense and its well written. I slightly dislike how hard Babs is being on Jason but i’m not 100% sure what Babs is like. I haven’t read comics centered around her, so I don’t mind it. Also dont mistake this for me disliking babs for rejecting Jay— thats not what i mean at all. Just her constantly saying how he’s a criminal and focusing on getting him in prison like he’s an opp was confusing 2 me..

anyways stop trying to turn red hood into the batfams deadpool challenge!!

inbox is open 2 yap or requests sum!!

[kitsune-bones]

1) nonhuman (physical maybe?) and fictionhearted!

2) kitsune nonhuman, hearttype is lynette (genshin)

3) tricky question. I'm always shifted which is something like suntherian i think? Though my form differs/changes, i'm always in fox mode. I always have a phantom tail, usually have ears, claws and teeth, slightly less commonly have hind paws and/or fox eyes, and i'd say maybe roughly half the time i'm just an anthro fox (not quite furry, just a lil guy on my hind legs if that makes sense). Occasionally i'm full feral, but usually when i'm tired.

4) am fox, but fairly good at pretending to be human!

5) hmm, my side of the community is rather chill. I get neat info posts and pictured of wolves on my dash mostly. The tiktok side annoys me a lil bc it's misinfo central ime, but generally idc what they're doing over there lol

6) long nails are claws that go clik clak! Filed into neat points and painted black and it's perfect. Gear sometimes helps, and i like drinking tea for all the alterhuman reasons (for those who don't know, lynette drinks a lot of tea). Also cosplay maybe, haven't gotten my stuff yet but i'm excited to. Oh and, i like doing magic tricks! Very beginner but it's so much fun.

7) ye. Not too bad but ye.

8) have fun with it, do an ungodly amount of research (or a godly amount, depending on who/what you are lol), and never stop learning and exploring. Yourself, the community, all of that. And don't rush - ik it's frustrating to not know who you are right away, but you have your whole life to figure it out. Just keep poking around and something will fit - even if that something is a term you made up yourself. Oh, and if that changes later down the line, that's okay too.

9) I have gear! A tail and ears. One day i'll have an actual fursuit probably, but i wouldn't really consider that gear.

10) no clue. Still workin on that. Best i figure is that there's something i gotta do that's easier as a human, but... not sure. For all i know it's just 'live a happy life' ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

11) i'm no snitch >:( (I don't have anyone to tag bc i'm braindead and don't remember who i can tag so,, if my rb shows up on your blog pretend i tagged you k thanks love ya bye)

If you are a alterhuman, reblog and answer these questions!

(don't be afraid to write a lot, do what you want ¯⁠\⁠_⁠(⁠ツ⁠)⁠_⁠/⁠¯)

1/ Which category of alterhumanity do you belong to?

2/ What/who is/are your type(s)? (if you have any)

3/ Do you experience shifts? If so, can you tell us your most common shifts and your strangest cameo shift (if you've ever had a cameo shift)?

4/ How do you experience your alterhumanity in everyday life?

5/ What do you think of the community?

6/ What are the things that make you most comfortable and euphoric in your alterhumanity?

7/ Are you experiencing species dysphoria?

8/ What advice would you like to say to a young alterhuman who has just awakened?

9/ Do you have/want to have gears?

10/ Do you know/have any theories about the origin of your alterhumanity? If so, tell us! (all beliefs are legitimate)

11/ Tag someone/a creature to answer these questions!ㅤᵕ̈

[simonsslut]

after work.

Issei Matsukawa x f!reader.  

warnings: teasing n stuff. 18+ basically. so MDNI. 

:: extremely poorly written because I am very much braindead. but my very amazing brain let me vividly imagine this scenario the other night instead of sleeping but this is much better anyways. 

so here's part 1. 

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issei walking into my room after his shift from work and dropping himself in between my thighs on the couch and laying his head on my stomach while his arms sneak under my back to hug my waist.

im only wearing underwear and a beige tank top and i’m reading my manga. he groans into my stomach but brush it off as a stress related groan from his tired self home from work. i run my fingers through his curls to try and relax him while i hold my manga in my second hand, continuing to read. 

issei notices that i’m not paying attention to him as I read my manga instead, which would usually be normal for us because we usually like to just relax in silence for the first 20 minutes of each other coming home from work in order to let all the stress go away. but today, something was different. issei felt clingier and needier than usual.

yes, we both have high sex drives, but he isn't really the type to be clingy and needy right after work. 

he looked up at me and watched as not a single ounce of me was acknowledging him as I read my manga, aside from the hand that continued to massage his scalp.

he lifts my already slightly lifted shirt a little higher and starts to kiss my stomach and sides in an attempt to get my attention

as he’s kissing, he looks up at me to see me smirking a little but still paying little to no attention to him as I continue to read the comic In my hand. 

 he starts to leave longer, warmer, and a bit sloppier kisses on my abdomen, he also starts to massage my sides while slowly lowering his hands to the sides of my hips where my underwear strap lays, slipping his fingers under the straps trying to get more out of me aside from the small sigh that escaped my lips because of the warm feeling of his lips on my body. 

he’s stubborn so he doesn’t want to call out for me to put my manga down, he wants it to drop from my hands because i won’t be able to focus on anything but him. 

he starts rise himself a bit, raising my shirt more so that he can get a hold of my bare boobs. his left hand is still massaging my side as his right hand is gripped on my boob as he slowly kisses higher and higher, finally reaching my boob which gets a reaction out of me. 

i grip a lock of his hair and lower my hand to rest on the bed, though the manga still remains in my grip. he starts going to work on my boob, leaving kisses, sucking on it and bitting my hardening nipple, as small sounds of pleasure leave my lips at the actions that issei is doing. a small smirk is shown on his face as he watches my face. my eyebrows furrowed and my lips slightly parted and my eyes shut. he sees the flush on my ears and moves his attention over to my other boob, doing the same there. licking. sucking. kissing. 

he smirks at the reactions he gets out of me but, he’s still annoyed when he looks down to my right hand that rests on the bed, to see the manga still there. 

he brings himself up to my face to cup it with his right hand and kiss me. it goes from a soft kiss to a slow, but sloppy and slightly aggressive makeout as we both grow needier. 

a small sigh of “sei” leaves my lips which has him clenching his jaw and his left hand snaking down my waist to slipping under my the material of my underwear and rubbing circles around my clit, making a small moan leave my lips followed by issei quickly putting his lips back on mine, slipping his tongue in which leads to both of us moaning softly into the kiss. he starts tracing his index fingers over my slit as his thumb continues to play with my clit. 

my hand still gripping his hair while i budge and the right hand, which had the manga in it, let’s go and immediately grips his bicep, digging my nails into it, making him groan into the kiss.

his lips part from mine and make their way to bite my ear lobe then down to my neck where he sucks on the soft skin and leaves his mark while also leaving kisses in every dry area. while he’s doing so he decides to DRIVE ME INSANE as he slips his index finger into my cunt, while continuing to lick and kiss my neck gaining little sighs and whines out of me, gripping onto his bicep and his dark curly hair. 

growing closer, and needier, i remove my hands from his bicep and his hair to put them on his large broad back, trying to lift the black shirt that he has on. he lightly chuckles at my sudden neediness and removes his lips from my neck and fingers from my cunt, making me immediately miss the small stretch, as he raises himself to balance himself on his knees in between my thighs as he glares down at me, flushed, while he also has a bright red tint on his ears and cheeks. he brings his finger up to his lips and licks off my slick, groaning a “fuck” under his breath which makes me lightly whimper.

he then smirks down at me with hungry eyes, removing his shirt and i watch as his muscles EVERYWHERE flex at his motions. he then puts both his hands down on my waist and slides the beige tank top that I had on, up and off of me while also gripping my boobs in the process, admiring them as i shake the shirt off. 

he softly slides his fingers down my sides, causing goosebumps to appear on my skin as he also slides down my panties and off my legs, throwing them on the ground somewhere. lowering himself down to my front, pulling my legs over his shoulders as he smirks at me, causing another whimper to leave my lips as i silently BEG him to finally do something because i can’t wait much longer. 

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now suffer until I release the part where he goes down on me and I lose my mind because— well— it's issei. should be pretty self explanatory.

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©isseisslvt 's horny thoughts of 2022. enjoy. 

no stealing my horny thoughts or my 5'2 ass self will hunt u down. 

[thekingofchungus]

i wrote a shit ton of highly triggering shit that’s too relevant for me to not have but i’d really rather it not be read if it would even slightly somewhat upset you.

also why’s my job so fucking hard. right, its because i make promises i know damn well i can’t keep cause i don’t know how else i’ll be worth a fuck and that also makes me a shit friend, but telling the truth also makes me a shit friend, so really what does that leave me with. oh, right, then there’s also the fact im so braindead thick skulled that i will just forget crucially important shit and feel so fuck off awful about it that i can’t work the rest of the day and throw myself off until so much other shit comes my way that i dont know how unavailable i’m going to be.

then i spend the next however many hours of the day waiting in fucking agony, thinking every single negative thing i could possibly think about myself, for some kind of release and not stopping that shit when i know its not going to fucking happen. and not realizing no amount of me giving something is going to guarantee that i get it back. because its always been like this. its always been my shit being too much for somebody.

and then i start realizing “hey, actually? you are incredibly fucking pathetic. from your small box you’ve been placed in because you’re too beaten and stupid to have any chance at being competent outside people who can effectively control you, you set yourself up with little games that, if not off-puttingly pointless, you can’t even do right. why’d you say that stupid thing. why do you do that stupid fucking thing. cause you can’t do anything else. that’s why. cause you’re an idiot. you burn every single chance at being anything other than an idiot with every breath you fucking take, you’re a fucking nuisance whenever you’re not an asset, hey what are you doing even thinking like this anyway? what are you, abused? noooooonono you have everything. you have a woman who’ll fucking snap at you for speaking in the wrong register ( cause youre so fucking tired of looking at someone who chronically sends you to bed wishing you’d been aborted ) but treats you nicely just enough that to bring it up would just be a shame!! why are you bringing the rest of the family into this? don’t you even care? god its like walking on eggshells with you. you’re hurting me so much. i don’t deserve this. i deserve better. you should think about what you’ve done you naughty naughty stupid stupid girl. why can’t you be like your oldest sister who i’ve made into my husband. why can’t you be like my son who i’d’ve loved more as a grocery cashier. why can’t you be like my third daughter who’s so incapable of fending for herself you’re so much better than her. you’re better than all of them. you’re better than all of them I need you to be better. for me. for everybody. i’m putting the weight of the world on your fucking shoulders so you can hold it up for me. for me, mika. for me. all for me. i don’t ask for much i just ask for this one thing. do it. do it or you’re out of this house do it or you’re just like your father do it do it do it prove them wrong for me i can’t own up to enough to do it myself, do it or i’ll tell you i wont care if you die. i’ll never care if you die. not unless you’re a fetus in my womb. then i couldn’t be told “well you did everything you can, she had it coming” now can i?

here’s the thing about being a golden child everyone is just a fucking cunt to you