#maybe one day you all will know

[bonobokinnie]

what if oberstein was an orthodox monk

[daisybell-on-a-carousel]

Being someone who read Under The Red Hood and came out with the firm belief that, for Jason, it's not about killing Joker, it's about Jason wanting proof Batman would choose him over the Joker (bc shelia chose the joker). Makes seeing any other media where it's all about just wanting the Joker dead is a teeny bit frustrating. to be honest

Jason could've killed the Joker himself, really, really easily. Jason kidnaps the Joker before the confrontation. I can't open my comic for a reference right now, but it felt like he had the Joker for quite a bit before the confrontation. He had him. He beat him up with a crowbar. He had every single opportunity to kill the Joker himself, but he didn't because that wasn't his goal. Make no mistake, he did plan for the Joker to be dead by the end of it, but do you see what im trying to say here

Edit: If I knew this post was gonna get 1000+ notes I would've tried to word it better or something, this was a rant I made on the way to the grocery store 😭

It's not about making Batman kill either. When Batman says he won't kill, Jason adjusts and goes, 'Let ME kill the Joker or kill me to stop me' instead. The test is all about Batman choosing him. The whole final confrontation is Jason's first death again. The parent, The Joker, and the explosives. It even ends with Jason unable to move as a bomb goes off right next to him again because the parent didn't choose Jason. And instead tried finding an option that'd benefit them and (consequencely) letting the Joker walk, again, lol, lmao <-in agony

[xxplastic-cubexx]

[right to left]

finally finished This Wip from Ever ago and so now i ask you ever look into another dudes eyes and suddenly want to do whatever he wants

[deikshen]

Shen Yuan who collects a harem a lot of Luo Binghes-

It's not intentional!! He, well, he's actually happy with his boyfriend. Twenty-something Shen Yuan had a hard time coming out and all, but, hey, Luo Binghe is a wonderful guy. And he loves him. He is his best friend, his favorite person, his most precious, his boyfriend and (he thinks) his future husband.

Then one day a xianxia version of his boyfriend appears at his door? Who calls him Shizun and demands retribution for being mistreated by him in the past? What the hell?

Okay, the resemblance is undeniable. Admittedly, he can only be an out-of-universe version of his boyfriend. With very long hair and xianxia drama robes. And a sword that gives off a lot of bad vibes.

And the Luo Binghe xianxia is here to stay.

This xianxia Binghe and his boyfriend Binghe's relationship is tense. Shen Yuan had to put in a couple of threats here and there to keep them from hitting each other (one is clearly non-human, one is completely human. That alone can lead to ICU visits!!!), and after a few weeks, the dynamic... holds. Hardly.

Xianxia Binghe demands to take Shen Yuan as his wife and empress, and his boyfriend-Binghe cries a little thinking that an orphan like him doesn't have much to offer Shen Yuan, and that he should just accept him. Shen Yuan gets angry with both of them. He's not going to marry any emperor or take control of any kingdom. No thanks! He doesn't even want control of his parents' company shares!

The tension continues, fights, arguments - which literally end one day when, through God knows how, another Luo Binghe appears. But he's adorable! A sweet little fourteen-year-old Xianxia Bunhe full of trauma!

And now, Boyfriend-Binghe and Xianxia-Binghe have a common enemy: Xianxia-Bunhe who clings to Shen Yuan with teary eyes and looks at them maliciously and superiority when Shen Yuan is not in the room. That damn shameless guy!!

Well, at least Shen Yuan is pleased that these two seem to be getting along better now. No matter what the circumstances are.

Other Binghes begin to appear: a Binghe disciple of Bai Zhan without so much trauma but terrible communication problems, a crown prince Binghe spoiled by his father Tianlang-jun (who is easily reduced in a fight against Xianxia-Binghe and Bai-Zhan-Binghe for treating Shen Yuan disrespectfully), a completely Demonic-Binghe, a very Old-Binghe, gray-haired and tired, even a Raised-In-Brothel-Binghe who looks uncomfortable wearing anything but sheer clothing!! Many Binghes, all with their emotional baggage and traumas, giving in to him like little lambs in need of love!!

Shen Yuan doesn't understand anything. He just... Look, he's living with his boyfriend, the original Luo Binghe for him, he WANTS privacy, not to have so many alternate versions of him in his house!! Even if they are adorable, or arrogant, or irritating!! Shen Yuan wants his life back. With his boyfriend!! To do boyfriend things and... That's it!! Is that so hard to understand!?

Then, fuck it. If there are SO MANY Binghes from so many universes... There must be more of himself in their own universes!! Just... They need to take a look!!! Open their eyes! The sword of Xianxia-Binghe can clearly traverse universes, they can search for their own Shen Yuan!!

... But they all confirm that they have not been able to find someone like him in their respective universes. Shen Yuan takes a breath, has a chat with his boyfriend about interdimensional vacations, and says, fuck it. We're going to go to all your universes and find your own other me.

Even if it means going through universes and confronting all their dramatic plots! Shen Yuan will recover his chill life with his boyfriend or perish in the attempt!!

[snail-day]

Satoru gets into little giggle fits from time to time, especially when you refuse to kiss him back. It’s late, well past bedtime. You’ve been dozing off at the dining room table, phone slipping from your fingers, head tilted just barely to the side. Across from you, Satoru sits hunched over his laptop, supposedly reviewing his students’ reports, but his eyes keep flicking up to you. Watching. Those baby blues crinkle at the corners when your head bobs for the third time.

He leans back in his chair, stretching his long limbs with an exaggerated yawn. “C’mon,” he hums, voice lilting and sweet. “Do I need to carry you?”

You don't answer. You're too tired or maybe you just want to see what he’ll do. And, of course, he does exactly what you expect.

He scoops you up effortlessly, arms sliding beneath your legs and back in one smooth motion. Your body molds against his without resistance, limp from sleep and too much comfort. He’s annoyingly warm. Radiating heat, soft clothed chest solid under your cheek as he carries you to the bedroom.

Satoru giggles. Not once, but in little bursts, like each sleepy twitch of yours and cranky grumbles as you try to make his life harder.

He sets you down on the bed, soft sheets enveloping you in their warmth, hands trailing from your thighs to your hips as he shifts you into place. Those slender fingers, a little calloused at the joints, but always gentle. They slip down at the waistband of your pants with ease, murmuring nonsense as he goes. Small complaints when you don't make his job easier. Kissing your skin between every motion, your temple, your nose, the corner of your mouth.

“You could try cooperating,” he grumbles affectionately, his voice vibrating against your ear. “I’m not undressing you because I want sex, you silly goose, I just want you to be comfy.”

And still, you don’t kiss him back. Brat. Causing him to freeze, his lashes to flutter. His white brows twitch, pinching up in soft annoyance.

“…Did you just not kiss me? Me?” Satoru leans back slightly, arms bracketing your head as he looms above you. “Wow. That’s crazy.”

You should’ve run when you had the chance. Without warning, he straddles your waist, knees caging you in, his ridiculous grin stretching wide across his perfect face. “Guess I’ll just have to punish you.”

Lunges forward, fingers finding your sides, your thighs, your ribs, and god, he’s relentless. Satoru is the worst person to be tickled by. Not just because he’s strong and fast (though both are true), but because he knows exactly where to touch. Reflexes honed from years of battle and used solely, exclusively, to torment you.

You shriek, trying to twist away, but it’s hopeless. He pins you with his whole body, lanky and giggly. His chest presses flush to yours, thighs snug around your hips, and his hands won’t stop moving.

“Where’s my kiss at?” he teases, laughing right in your ear. “Oh? Still nothing? Wow. I guess I gotta tickle you again! What a tragedy!”

You’re breathless by the time he relents, tears at the corners of your eyes from laughing too hard, your body aching from how tightly he held you. He finally settles, lowering himself until he’s practically draped across you, his head nestled under your chin. One arm loops under your back, the other curling protectively over your stomach. All that heat, all that size, and he just melts on top of you like a blanket.

Eventually, when he leans up to steal another kiss - warm breath fanning over your cheek - you give in. Just one. Barely a brush of lips.

He exhales like it’s the first breath he’s taken all night. Nuzzles into your neck with a pleased little whimper. “Mmm. There’s my girl.”

You roll your eyes, but your fingers still find his hair.

[fairsweetlonging]

imagine if after the transmigration shen qingqiu became a combination of shen yuan and shen jiu, not in a "second person living in my head" kind of way, but a "this house is haunted and carries the echoes of the dead" kind of way; imagine shen yuan having nightmares about a house, a fire, a faceless boy behind a door he can't remember; imagine him having flashes of emotions he doesn't understand, rage at a name he doesn't recognize, helplessness when yue qingyuan apologizes for something he won't mention, nausea when ning yingying says the name "a-luo"; imagine parts of his own self have changed too, how he now likes bows in his hair, pretty flowers and flowing robes, but can no longer stand a stranger's touch, a man's touch, yet he longs for the brothels, but never sexually, only fondly, like there's something there he misses. there are many empty spaces in his heart where he feels something is missing

[arsenicflame]

Bonus round! Do you use a queue tag?

[a-most-beloved-fool]

spirk using telepathy to keep each other alive. kirk, desperate, psy-null and untrained, reaching clumsily into spock's dying mind and pulling, dragging spock's essence into himself, wrenching him forceably from the very jaws of death and holding him there through sheer strength of will, saying you can't die, i won't let you, you can't leave me, i need you, and binding him to life and to himself until it's impossible to fully separate them. spock, more skilled, carefully managing each one of kirk's vital signs - keeping his heart beating steady, his lungs drawing breath, his temperature within a safe range, all while suppressing kirk's pain, and at the same trying, vainly, to keep their minds from tying themselves inexorably together, but they're pressed too close and he can't, and he hopes that kirk will forgive him, for bonding them like this (he will, of course he will), but the alternative, letting kirk die, was - unthinkable.

[flowersforthemachines]

Useless Veilguard fact of the day: Day 37

NPCs' body proportion values are stored in their HeadPreset files. The numbers in these files likely represent the proportions in regard to a character's race/body type in the Character Creation (providing that idea is correct, Bellara's height of 0.8 would mean she's an elf of the female body type with the height slider set to 80%).

Here are the companions' height values for reference:

Bellara: 0.8

Davrin: 0.7

Emmrich: 1

Harding: 0.5

Lucanis: -0.8

Neve: -0.57

Taash: 1

Check out the tag for more useless facts: #useless davg fact of the day!

Bonus fact: all companions have a bulge value of zero.

[wazzi2ya]

Art for the portraits in Sinsmas by jigokuhana89

[rambles-about-minecraft-ocs]

one of my favorite things about zedaph is that on a server full of people that find strange and oft-overlooked minecraft mechanics or rare events and then see just how far they can push them in the name of spectacle or efficiency or world-breaking, zed is over here finding these mechanics in order to do the weirdest things he can think of in as entertaining a manner as possible

like i 100% have faith in zedaph's theoretical ability to be just as efficient or spectacular or world-breaking. if he wanted to do that stuff, i trust that he absolutely could. but thats so far from being his priority. instead, hes going to spend around a week of irl time focused entirely on eventually having the good luck to spawn in something insanely rare so that he can convert it into something even rarer, the result of which being something that 99% of the server reacts with complete and utter shock that it even exists in the first place, just because its zany and funny and he wanted to. and i love that

[kingkatsuki]

Men that stroke their cocks to your most innocent selfies.

[ovrrdogg]

Hfjone au where instead of kidnapping people for his reality show he accidentally discovers twitch and starts a stream and becomes the most popular twitch streamer ever. People love tuning in to watch forest man and his wacky antics. They love the “larp.” Twitch keeps trying to get him to come to cons he can never attend. People make wildly popular edits and gifs of him to share on stan twitter.

Instead of getting people to entertain him, he works to entertain people.

[shorthaltsjester]

the mighty nein - critical role

this is a place where i don't feel alone. this is a place where i feel at home.

[naturecalls111]

[myokk]

my first attempt at digital art (never again🥲) for mctober💘

Eloise Babbit✨

slytherin

5th year

favorite subjects: arithmancy & ancient runes

least favorite subject: beasts (animals make her nervous🥲)

hobbies: reading & thinking (IT’S A HOBBY OKAY??)