#lemme sleep on it

[wajjs]

Tooth decay

He almost wishes he didn’t recognize him. He wishes he had been a bit faster in drinking his drinks and putting his memories away into a stupefied box. He wishes, certainly, that he had chosen any other bar along the street rather than this one—but then again, how was he supposed to know? How was he supposed to guess this guy, out of all the other guys in the whole wide world, would walk into the same bar he’s in? Fuck. The world is supposed to be bigger than this.

Uncomfortable, he grimaces as he swirls around his empty glass the last drop of his rum and coke, the very last drop, that sits at the bottom. He’s got choices. Two, at the very least. He could stay, and play dumb, and keep racking up his tab that he’s going to wince when he’ll get to the paying part. He could leave, and not have to play dumb, and not have to strain his already strained wallet. Sure. Those are the two most obvious options, of course. Because there’s the third one right there, at the tip of his fingers that keep holding onto his empty glass that he pretends isn’t empty just so that the bartender can ignore him for a little longer instead of asking if he’ll have something else.

The third option is the one that sucks the most: he could stay here, and not play dumb, and face the metaphorical elephant that walked into the room, and—

“It’s you,” Nathan says, of course he says that, just as he comes to an abrupt and almost violent stop right next to Hal’s side. There goes his good ol’ Jordan luck, acting up again.

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[djarinova]

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[pchuaymee]

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[kettlefire]

Maybe a Bit High (DpxDC)

Edit: A part 2, Bruce's side of things, is in the reblogs

Really, Danny shouldn't have been there. He had so many other things he should be doing. He wasn't even supposed to in Gotham!

Danny wished he could be safely tucked in bed right now. Or having another fight with his mom. Or dealing with another one of Sam and Tucker's squabbles.

Truly, anything was better than this. Then, being on the run, in a completely different state. Not recognizing anything anywhere and having to somehow find his dad somewhere in this city.

So yes, with Danny's luck, he had assumed the commotion by the docks had something to do with his search.

And of course, with Danny's luck, it had absolutely nothing to do with him.

Maybe things got a little out of hand. Really, Danny wasn't equipped to deal with a drug bust. His experience with crime tends to be of the ghostly nature.

Really, how do people even do these without getting a little bit high?

Was he even high? Could halfas get high? Was the powder he accidentally ingested the drugs? The one he got a giant mouthful of? Or was it the strange purplish liquid that coated like half his body?

Really, Danny wasn't in the frame of mind to try and figure all that out. It sounded more like a Jazz and Sam question.

God, Sam was going to be so bummed out for missing out on Danny's first trip. Not that Danny could even tell her what drugs these were...

Maybe he should go to a hospital?

Or maybe he should mess with this crane. Like, it looks fun! Wait, but people aren't supposed to use heavy machinery when high...

It's fine... probably. It's not like Danny was that high. Right?

Yea, he's fine. Besides, he's a halfa! He's like ninety percent sure he couldn't even get high. And Tucker would be so on board with his idea.

Hold on, the storage units look more fun. Danny couldn't help wanting to find out what was hiding behind all those walls.

Oh, but the sky looks so pretty from here! Even with the city lights and the light smog, Danny could make out the twinkling stars.

Maybe he should go for a fly. Even if he was high, technically, that would be fine, right? Flying is like walking for him. And it's not illegal to walk high! Just to be high...

Okay, okay, a flight it is. It'll atleast keep him away from civilians, and then he'll find his dad. Yes, Danny still needed to do that.

He couldn't lose his objective. He just needed to take a breather, and then track down his dad. Track him down somewhere in this large, bustling city.

It'll be fine, totally fine. Danny was totally not panicking. His current trip was truly not going downhill.

Was he forgetting to breathe? Wait, no, Danny was still Phantom. He didn't need to breathe, he's fine. It's fine...

Unless it wasn't. What if it was all in Danny's head? What if all this halfa stuff was all just a part of his really weird trip? What if he tries to fly and just ends up drowning in the river?

Okay, okay. Focus Danny, focus. He just needed to find his dad. That's it. His dad would know what to do. His dad could fix this.

Oh, and there he is! It was a little hard for Danny to focus his vision, but he knew the silhouette anywhere! It had to be his dad! Jack has such a distinct shadow!

Danny wasn't sure if he called out Dad or not. He also wasn't sure when he had decided to move. Did he fly or did he run?

It didn't matter. His dad knew, anyways. All Danny was focused on was the feeling of hugging his dad again...

And the strange armor his dad was wearing? It must have been something Jack rigged up to protect himself during these dire times...

But god, Danny couldn't tear his focus away from the texture of it under his fingers. Zeroing in on that alone.

It's fine. Even if he was high, Danny could just explain it to Jack. His dad would understand! Danny was just trying to be a good hero. It's not like he was doing drugs for fun!

Besides, being curled up on his dad's shoulders feels too good right now. Whatever that pointy thing on Jack's head was wasn't a big deal. It was something a little intangiblity could fix!

[all4simone]

𝙖𝙘𝙘𝙞𝙙𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙤𝙣 𝙥𝙪𝙧𝙥𝙤𝙨𝙚 - 𝙨𝙚𝙫.

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council!sevika x council!reader

| summary: getting to know the infamous sevika, now a council member. (post-arcane s2)

| c/w: mentions of smoking, not proofread

| w/c: 1.3k

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...council!sevika, who refused to become friends with anybody on the council. It was all strictly professional to her.

...council!sevika, who shared a cigarette with you on the balcony of a boring council party that you both were forced to attend.

sevika flicked her head around mid drag to the noise of a glass door opening. she was faced with your bewildered expression at her presence, your leg stopping half way out the door. the cigarette fell between sevika's middle and pointer finger as she exhaled the smoke. her jaw readjusted, eyes still fixated on your paralyzed stature. "my fault. I didn't know anyone was here," you exclaimed, red in the face with embarrassment. your leg quickly slipped back inside the door. sevika lifted up her hand to stop you. "you're fine. you can stay." she used her middle and pointer finger to call you over, the same pair that had a cigarette placed between them. you swallowed your nerves. slowly, you made your way to the edge of the balcony and rested your elbows on the railing. a stressful sign escaped your lips as the cold wind blew on your face. you turned to sevika, she was staring into piltover while puffing away at cigarette. she must've just lit it. "do you have another cigarette?" you asked without thinking before backtracking. "sorry, you don't have to give me one." your head whipped back in place. god, she was fucking scary. sevika took another drag before handing it to you; her eyes didn't move from the city. your hands, shaking, took the cigarette and put it up to your lips. weird. sevika didn't speak to anybody on the council besides for work. It wasn't exactly a bad thing, but it made her seem distant and cold. you can't exactly blame her, though. this is the same legislative team that ruined her home. you always really wanted to talk to her when she joined, but she was horrifying. her height, muscular body, piercing eyes, and all the stories going around collecting sweat among the council freaked everybody out. she didn't seem like the vicious monster that people made her out to be seen here, though. there was a sad and vulnerable look in her eye. "bored?" you handed her the cigarette. "yeah. surprised these motherfuckers don't sniff crack. would've made this so much more interesting." you chuckled. "a past councilor got kicked out for running a meth lab before." you added on. "no fucking way." she smirked, holding the cigarette to her lips. you nodded. "you wouldn't believe all the shit that goes on in these walls."

...council!sevika, who began to catch up with you to take a stroll before a meeting.

...council!sevika, whose eyes you noticed began to become calmer

...council!sevika, who would share glances with you during meetings, trying not to laugh at the others.

...council!sevika, who you asked to partner up with to develop a project in rebuilding zaun.

it was fucking late, but you needed to ask her. you needed to ask her to join the project. sevika's a night owl, you know she'll be up. you held your binder up to your chest, making your way to sevika's in a hasty manner. you just needed an okay from her, and then to pass out in bed. there were three figures in the distance. one you could recognize as sevika, and the closer you got, you could see two girls. the two of them laughed, gripping onto sevika's arms. she was slightly smirking. damn. why did that feel so weird to watch? you stood there, a few feet away from the trio, body filled with shock. It felt like the time you walked onto the balcony when sevika was on, but instead of fear, there was dread. while fumbling with her keys, she spotted you in the corner of her eye. she lifted her head up to meet your eyes, and the two girls stopped bickering. "you seem busy!" you panicked "I can catch you at a different time. sorry!" you gripped your binder tighter against your chest before fleeing the opposite way. you didn't even let sevika get a word in. the next morning, you visited sevika's room again. hopefully, you can pitch your idea to her this time. she opened her door; her hair was wet and slicked back. you smiled, and your eyes wandered around her room to not get too caught up on staring at her. her bed was a mess. you didn't even want to think about what happened in her room the other night. "hey, uhh...sorry about last night. It was probably uncomfortable seeing that." sevika attempted to apologize. she had the same vulnerable eyes as when you first spoke with her. you shook your head. "don't even apologize. It's fine." "they're not my girlfriends. I - uh just..." she stopped her sentence mid way, her hand came up to cover to mouth. her vessel turned to show you her back before clearing her throat. "anyways. what do you need to talk to be about?" you never even had the thought that those girls were her girlfriend.

...council!sevika, who would stare at you, suggesting ideas for the project. she simply just nods, not absorbing a single piece of information you said.

...council!sevika, who would invite you for drinks every night to the point it got you worried.

"fuckk...my backs killing me." she flexes her muscles. "lets go get drinks, yeah?" "sevika, you're actually an alcoholic. please get some help." "so, are we gettin drinks?" "yeah. whatever. I don't understand how this is supposed to help with your back, though."

...council!sevika, who grabs your wrists and pins them to the table whenever you talk over her.

...council!sevika, who slowly begins to speak with the other councilors with your help.

...council!sevika, who tries to swallow her feelings for you that creep on her, reminding herself she needs to keep things professional.

...council!sevika, who had one of the brothel workers show up at her door while you were working on the project.

...council!sevika, who went back to the brothel workers in an attempt to get you out of her mind.

...council!sevika, who was so shocked when she found out you like girls.

...council!sevika, who tries to hide her disappointment when you guys finish up your report.

...council!sevika, who ends up kissing you before you leave without thinking.

"you're seriously leaving already?" she crosses her arms in front of her chest, watching you throw on your jacket. "It's almost midnight, sev." you let out a breathy laugh before grabbing your things. sevika walks over to you, leaning down to zip up your jacket. you lift up your arms to give her space, feeling her warm body near you. you can't help but stare at her puppy-like face before she lifts her head up to meet your gaze. before you bust out laughing, your eyes glance up at the ceiling. you hear her smirk. she's always got that damn smirk on. her body raises back up and stuffs her hands in her pockets. the two of you walk up to her door, but before opening the door, sevika grabs your shoulder to turn you to look at her. "you sure you can't stay?" her hand stays on your shoulders. "you're seriously going to miss me that much?" you joked. sevika didn't respond. she only took you face with her hands and planted a small kiss on your lips. It was short; your lips barely touched, but it was sweet. she lifted her lips, both of your breathes mixing with each other. her hands stayed on your cheeks, both of you staring at each other, dismayed. sevika more than you. "shit! oh my god. I am so sorry." she reeled back her hands to her side. you only took her hands and locked your lips once more. "maybe I can stay a little longer."

...council!sevika, who asks you to be her girlfriend the same night.

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a/n: chat why is this so badddd omgggg I cantttt. I fr just wanted to get something out b/c I haven't posted in like 4 months, so I rushed this. my bad!!

[aivic-bleps]

WITHIN THE FIRST FEW MONTHS??? OF HER LIFE??? WHAT DO YOU MEAN??!!! ARE YOU TELLING ME SHE FORCIBLY AGED UP ENOUGH TO HOLD A GUN AND BE A SOLDIER AT ZERO YEARS OLD? ASIGIRI WHEN I GET YOU

[longmaxsilvarg]

me when i'm in a who's social interactions keep them up all night more competition and chloe's my opponent

[mirrored-muse]

ᴄᴏꜰꜰᴇᴇ ʙʀᴇᴀᴛʜ | ᴊ.ᴍ

ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ: 910

ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: Joel gets clingy in the kitchen while you’re making breakfast, and Sarah walks in just in time to be grossed out.

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: Joel Miller x reader

ᴀ/ɴ: no apocalypse au and break from the usual stuff, cause i’m getting burnt out on writing for YJ. 😔

The sun has barely made it past the horizon, peachy-pink light slipping through the cracks in the blinds and painting stripes across the tiled floor of the kitchen. The house is quiet, miraculously so, and you’re standing barefoot in front of the stove, flipping pancakes with one hand and nursing a cup of coffee in the other.

You’ve always liked the mornings. When the world’s still quiet and nobody needs anything from you yet. The house smells like coffee and butter and the faint trace of the laundry detergent Joel likes, the cheap stuff, fresh as mountain air or something corny like that. The pan sizzles as you pour the next circle of batter.

You don’t hear him at first, he’s too quiet for a man his size, but you feel it. The warm shape of him sneaking up behind you, arms sliding around your waist like nothing new. His chest presses into your back, solid and familiar.

“Mornin’ baby,” Joel mutters, voice still thick with sleep. “smells good in here.”

You smile without turning around, leaning into him just enough to feel how he exhales, slow and content. “Good morning to you too.”

“Was good ‘til I woke up alone,” he says, rubbing at his eyes with the back of his hand before tucking his chin over your shoulder. “Didn’t even leave a note.”

“You were snoring when I left,” you say, nudging him gently. “I figured waking you up would’ve been dangerous.”

Joel snorts. “I don’t snore.”

“You do. Loudly.”

“Mm..” His hands slide a little lower on your hips. “Can’t prove it.”

“I should start recording you.”

He huffs a laugh against your neck.

You set the spatula down and glance at him over your shoulder. “I love you. Even when you sound like a lawnmower in your sleep.”

That earns you one of his dry, lopsided smiles, the kind that pulls more on one side and softens the edges of him. He kisses your cheek, then your jaw, then behind your ear, unhurried.

You roll your eyes. “Joel. I’m trying to cook.”

“Yeah? Feels like you’re tryin’ to kill me,” he says, voice low. “Standin’ here wearin’ my shirt, smellin’ like coffee and sugar and whatever it is you put in those pancakes that makes em’ taste so good. It’s cruel.”

You glance down. It is one of his shirts, soft with age, oversized, and hanging low on your pajama-covered thighs. You stole it a long time ago and never gave it back.

“Pretty sure it’s just flour and butter.”

“Yeah, well,” he mutters, kissing your neck again, “I’d do anything to keep you right here.”

You’re about to make a sarcastic comment, something snarky, maybe flirtier than it needs to be, but then—

“Seriously?” Sarah’s voice cuts through the moment like a knife. “Do y’all have to be gross before 8 a.m.?”

Joel doesn’t even flinch. Doesn’t let go, either.

“Mornin’ to you too, sunshine,” he drawls, sounding entirely too pleased with himself.

Sarah stares him down from the doorway, hoodie swallowing her frame, hair a frizzy mess. “You’re disgusting.”

Joel raises his brows like it’s the greatest compliment he’s ever received. “Good. Means I’m doin’ my job.”

You stifle a laugh and slide a pancake onto a plate. “Pancakes?”

She trudges over like she’s doing you a favor. “You encourage him,” she mutters to you, grabbing a fork.

“I heard that,” Joel says, finally letting go of you as he makes his way to the coffee pot. “And I’m hurt. Deeply.”

“Yeah? You’ll live.” Sarah says, slumping into a chair.

You hand her the plate and slide into your seat, watching as Joel pours himself coffee with all the grace of a man who’s half-awake and irritated that he’s not still in bed.

Sarah’s gaze flicks to him and then back to you.

“Did you sleep okay?” you ask her.

“Would’ve been better if I didn’t hear Dad talking in his sleep through the wall.”

“I don’t talk in my sleep,” Joel says flatly, sitting beside you with a groan as he lowers himself into the chair.

Sarah doesn’t even look up. “You said ‘cordless impact driver’ four times. Real intense, too.”

Joel just shrugs, takes a sip of coffee and you snort, almost choking on your drink.

He shoots you a sideways glance and casually drops one hand to your thigh under the table, thumb brushing lazy circles over your skin. Always touching you, even if it’s just that.

The kitchen settles into that kind of soft, sleepy quiet, just forks on plates, the low hum of the fridge, and the comfort of shared space. You love mornings like this. Safe. Familiar.

Joel reaches out and tucks a piece of hair behind your ear, giving you his full attention.“You doin’ okay today?”

You nod, leaning into the touch. “Yeah. You?”

He grunts. “Better now.”

Sarah makes a dramatic gagging noise. You nudge her under the table with your foot.

“What?” Joel says, unfazed. “I can’t be sweet?”

“Not before breakfast,” Sarah mutters, but she’s smirking into her glass of juice.

Joel leans over and kisses your cheek. “Look away then. This is grown folks’ business.”

Sarah rolls her eyes so hard you can hear it. “Disgusting.”

You smile and curl your fingers around his on your leg. Joel gives you a look, half fond, half long-suffering. You lean in, whispering just loud enough for him to hear. “Just wait til she brings someone home.”

[gwentbleidd]

still my favorite thing about all this is that joey batey really woke up one day, said 'hell yeah queer jaskier' and made thousands of people SO mad

[littlebvtterfly]

DISNEY PRINCESSES & ONCE UPON A TIME LIVE ACTION

Ginnifer Goodwin as Snow White Jessy Schram & Dania Ramirez as Ella (Cinderalla) Sarah Bolger as Aurora (Sleeping Beauty) JoAnna Garcia Swisher as Ariel Emilie de Ravin as Belle Karen David as Jasmine Jamie Chung as Mulan Mekia Cox as Tiana Alexandra Metz & Meegan Warner as Rapunzel Amy Manson as Merida Georgina Haig as Elsa Elizabeth Lail as Anna

INSPIRED BY THIS POST

[sunlit-mess]

Ok am I crazy or did you used to draw 2p!hetalia fanart 😭 I dont know why, but I feel like your art style is so, so familiar

never touched that fandom

[timethehobo]

Hearing news that he’s confirmed romanceable (and described as intimate and sensual) got me so giddy I might just expire.

[mentallyunstablethembo]

EVERYONE HOLD YOUR HORSES BECAUSE I JUST HAD AN IDEA.

OK SO IMAGINE:

Shen Jiu travels between worlds (so pidw and modern world), when he falls asleep in pidw he wakes up in the modern world and vice versa, you know?

In the modern world he's the 2nd son of the Shen family, Shen Yuan's older brother.

This has first happened to him when he was little, and it was quite a shock and a bit jarring, to say the least. That being said, due to the modern world he gains a lot of knowledge and experiences that he uses in pidw, which come in handy often.

Maybe due to the modern world his everything is... A little different? Maybe caring for a terminally ill little brother and a hyperactive younger sister, he acts softer? (This is bringing in my hc of sy being terminally ill and of his sister being very hyper and full of energy)

Imagine Shen Yuan finally dying in the modern world, only for Shen Jiu to find him as a small child in pidw... That must be so trippy and jarring, oh my stars.

My thoughts are stewing over this idea, the potential for angst, crack and even fluff is endless here-

[crybaby-bkg]

ovulating but being unable to masturbate bc of some wrist injury so getou comes to do it for you because he likes taking care of you :( coos at you so condescendingly when he doesn’t touch you just right because he finds your whines and pout to be so adorable :( teases you with light enough pressure to feel good but not enough to cum :( finally making you cum when you paw at his chest with teary eyes and beg him in such a cute voice :((((

[lyriumsaber]

a dyad in the force; two that are one

[alastair-1205]

New AU Idea

(Click for better quality I beg lol)

HI HELLO! For the past couple of months me and @childdevourer1 have been losing our minds over and au where Jay became the green ninja instead of Lloyd (we saw that one fun fact about how it was originally gonna be Jay and went fucking feral).

Anyways I made a comic about it. We may write a fic about it one day but for now it's just a lot of strung together ideas.