#king & queen shit

[vurelly]

the thing nobody tells you about being too cute to boot is that everybody wants a piece of you, literally all my friends want me carnally

[zhelin-thames]

Danny meets JL Members #4

[Danny and Green Arrow in the middle of a fight with ghosts]

Danny: Nice aim, Robin Hood, but arrows don’t work on ghosts. Green Arrow: They do when they’re tipped with magnesium-phased ectoplasm. Danny: [blinks] …Did you just make that up, or do you actually know ghost science? Green Arrow: I’m a billionaire vigilante with too much free time. Of course, I know ghost science.

Danny: So, you’re like a ghostbuster with a bow? Green Arrow: More like a ghostbuster who’s better dressed. Danny: [gestures to Green Arrow’s outfit] You think that’s better dressed?

Green Arrow: Wait, you’re half-ghost? Danny: Yup! Half-ghost, half-human. Green Arrow: [mutters] And people say my origin story is weird.

Danny: You ever get tired of using arrows? Green Arrow: You ever get tired of glowing green? Danny: Touché.

[Danny and Green Arrow vs. Ghosts]

Danny: Quick! Shoot an arrow at that ghost! Green Arrow: On it. [shoots an arrow, and it flies straight through the ghost] Danny: Okay, maybe try a different arrow. Green Arrow: [grinning] I have a boxing glove arrow. Want me to use that? Danny: What the—why do you even have that?!

[Later, back at the Arrowcave]

Danny: So, do all vigilantes just have caves? Batman’s got one, you’ve got one—what’s next, Superman’s got a Fortress of Solitude? Green Arrow: He does. Danny: You guys are way cooler than my FentonWorks basement.

Green Arrow: You know, kid, you’re pretty good at this hero thing. Ever think about joining the Justice League? Danny: Thanks, but I’ve got my own ghost problems to deal with. Plus, I don’t think the League’s ready for this much sarcasm.

Green Arrow: [to himself] Ghost kid with powers… I need to tell Batman about this one. Danny: [overhearing] Oh, great. Another broody guy in a cape to deal with.

[luthienne]

anyway literally everyone is going through something all the time!!! everyone is wounded!!! everyone is human & no one makes it out of this life unscathed!! maybe try approaching people in good faith instead of always defaulting to the worst possible interpretations of each other

[seefasters]

you can’t tell me they didn’t have some sort of weirdgirl friendship in the vampverse

[yourstrulysylus]

“This power tastes not bad.”

“Save some for me.”

[bellzsad]

i hate how the cruel prince was marketed by readers on booktok as an enemies to lovers romance book because the romance was such a little part of it. it’s a subplot. the main focus of the book is on the politics of the fantasy world, and people end up disliking the book simply because they read it for the romance that they were told they’d receive.

[casualfr1days]

Guys I think he would do this

[catscidr]

cw: emetophobia. mentionned panic attack and intercourse. fluff. hurt/comfort. f!reader. not proofread

“Suguru, can you heat up my microwavable pad?”

“Sugu, can you get me some hair clips?”

“Sugu, can I have water?”

You thought you had it under control; being no stranger to bouts of panic and random waves of nausea, you’ve mastered the art of taking deep breaths and reassuring yourself that the nauseous feeling will eventually pass.

But, as strong as you are, everyone has moments of weakness.

After finally deciding to bite the bullet, you were able to contact a doctor to get a prescription for birth control. From painful period cramps to not wanting to have sex with a condom every time you and Suguru got under the sheets, it felt like the next step to take for your health. You wanted your birth control to help alleviate the cramps that left you bedridden for days and wanted to be able to be intimate with your boyfriend without the stress of possible pregnancy.

All things considered, it’s not like you were completely unaware of the possible side effects of birth control—the infamous pamphlet that could serve as a blanket is pretty hard to miss when you first unbox your prescription.

You’ve spoken to your girlfriends about how nervous you were to start birth control, and they were all as understanding and sweet as one would expect.

After a short pep talk with yourself and your bathroom mirror, you put the patch on your arm and were officially part of the twinkie crew, formerly a toaster strudel.

…in a couple of days. Your doctor informed you to avoid having intercourse without protection for at least five days to let your body acclimate itself to the hormones flowing through you thanks to the patch on your arm.

So now, instead of having a productive afternoon, you’re sat on the cold wooden floor of your bedroom with an empty bucket across of you alongside a cardboard box you meant to throw out that now serves as a makeshift table.

“Here you are, darling.” Suguru places the glass of water on your ‘table’, silently watching how you’re holding up. His gaze lingers on the small patch on your arm, anger boiling in his gut because how dare this piece of rubber hurt my girlfriend like this, but he holds off on removing your source of pain directly knowing that it'd do more harm than good. “How do you feel now?”

You can sense his eyes on you, but you feel so ashamed of yourself for being so panicky over vomiting that you refuse to sit up from your position, all hunched over your plastic emotional support bucket. “Still gross. M’ face feels... tingly.”

He crouches beside you, gently rubbing your back to soothe you. “Do you need me to get you anything else?”

You shake your head after a second of thought, busy focusing on your self-acupuncture massage on the insides of your wrists to think of whatever else could aid your discomfort.

Observing you, Suguru sighs lightly. He sits down on the ground properly and takes ahold of one of your arms himself to replace your thumb with his. Rubbing gentle but firm circles into your tendon, he applies light pressure, and watches your brows furrow in discomfort then relax ever so slightly.

“Focus on calming your heart rate, baby. Can you do that for me? Deep breaths,” he hums softly. Nodding weakly, you try to inhale slowly but a wave of nausea hits you. Your forehead bonks the edge of the bucket and you begin to—almost—hyperventilate.

Your face feels hot, you feel pressure building up your throat and you're shaking like a leaf. “Don’t look at me,” you whimper, weakly pushing Suguru’s face to look off to the side. He ignores your plea and brushes a stray lock of hair away from your face, gently tucking it behind your ear.

“You’re okay,” he muses. “This’ll pass like it always has. The nausea you feel isn’t any different from other times you’ve felt like throwing up; you always ended up fine.“ Suguru stops massaging your arm and places his hand on your cheek. You lean into him, feeling a wave of comfort come from your chest as you keen at the cold touch of his palm.

The corners of his lips curl upward. “Can you swallow?” he asks, bending down to take a proper look at your face.

You try, straightening your back and taking a deep breath before swallowing your saliva. Suguru hums, whispering a quiet good, relieved that you're able to cooperate.

“You know, my mom used to tell me that, if I ever felt nauseous, I should try swallowing. If I was physically able to swallow, then I would be fine.” He rubs his thumb over the apples of your cheek gently, watching your eyes crack open. “There’s my girl,” he hums with a smile.

Nuzzling into his palm, you groan quietly. "Don't look at me, I look gross," you huff. Through the anxiety and nausea, your heart swells at how attentive and patient Suguru is.

The sound of the television in the living room sounds distant from your little bubble with Suguru, lost in whatever trance he held you in. "You're okay," he reassures. "How do you feel now?"

Swallowing once again, you take a deep breath and adjust the heated pad on your abdomen. You take a minute to feel, repeating Suguru's comforting words in your groggy mind.

"I feel... decent," you murmur. "Better."

His shoulders visibly lose tension as he smiles, and he leans forward to press a soft but lingering kiss to your forehead.

"That's what I like to hear. Can you stand?"

Part of you wants to shake your head, to stay sat on the ground and wallow in your despair because Gods your legs felt so numb, but you'd much rather be in Suguru's company than to be left alone with your own thoughts.

You nod, and ever the gentleman, your boyfriend loops your arm around his shoulder to help you stand up. Though your legs are wobbly, he keeps you upright, guiding you to the living room couch.

"Pick out something to watch," he says. "I'll be back with some crackers and your bucket, just in case. Any special requests?"

Leaning back into the cushions, you shake your head as you sigh, content. "No. Jus' need you with me," you hum.

As Suguru flashes you an award winning smile, he eases your worries with the same smooth voice that greets your eardrums every day. "I'll always stay with you, princess."

And you shut your eyes, comforted with the knowledge that, no matter how gross you may feel or how sickly you may be, Suguru won't ever leave your side.

[monkeybebop]

Javelin karaoke

The things the Javelin has seen and heard …

[oocdc-tweets]

jason gets hated on … again

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[yutamayo]

[murasaki-cha]

Wow book artists are FEEDING me these days!!!!

Credit goes to:

@frostbite.studios for Jurdan

@palinlineart for AlizehCyrus

[thee-babbo]

we stan

[didthekingdieyet]

[selkiemoonssss]

Undertales' neutral routes are so interesting to me- and SO underrated. EXILED QUEEN ENDING- Is SO tragic. Papyrus is dead, and sans is stuck grieving for him. He literally goes into exile alongside a woman he's never even seen face to face before all of this happened- she's been grieving for so long, and Sans is knew too it, but he doesn't want to tell her about it because... he doesn't want to break her heart by telling her that her promise inadvertently led to his brothers passing??? She's be suspicious though because.. well yk?! He's most likely talked about his brother alot and so she'd have a feeling SOMETHING must have happened- and she'd know that some monsters have died so?!?! yk?!?! Theres so much potential and i'm currently working on a fanfiction about them And then theres the queen alphys ending??? the whole new side we get to see of her (also the rare sans and alphys friendship content..) Sans hates you SO MUCH that he legitimately doesn't even call you?? he just gives the phone too alphys?? you've killed so many people that- ughjsfknsnshbjshdb Then theres the leaderless endings.. like. I actually believe this ending is worse than the genocide one, hands down. Like, in the genocide ending, the world is at least erased, right?? But in this ending, monsters are left completely hopeless, without any hope for the future going on. Toriel is dead, Papyrus is dead, Alphys is (most likely) dead, Undyne is dead, Asgore is dead; and the souls are gone. Theres the ominous lack of music????? its just wind??? its dreadful. Augh don't even get me started on how dreadful the king papyrus ending is, or how dystopian the MTT king ending is.. The neutrals endings are SO heartbreaking and there should absolutely be more focus on them because the angst potential is unsane

[blackroseberry22]

Look at this 🥰

Regina King , Tracee Ellis Ross, and Issa Rae

Need a movie NOW !❤️😭