#no one bothers to correct him

[arkangelo-7]

I absolutely love the idea of Bruce Wayne picking up slang from his kids, because all I can imagine is him in a Justice League meeting, listening to Wonder Woman recount her latest adventure, and totally deadpanning, “Yas Queen, slay”

[swordmaid]

thinking about how the bear pit is rlly an amalgamation of brienne’s insecurities and fears - everyone laughing at her (the whole spectacle), making a mockery of her gender and appearance (the pink dress), making a mockery of her physical prowess (wooden sword) then jaime coming down there to protect her and take her away from all of that. that whole ordeal being so significant that in her nightmares she’s hoping and calling for jaime to save her and take her away, and the fact that she even remembers the sound of jaime’s boots hitting the sand when he jumped down the pit for her im so ill

[lacehartz]

“going on a road trip with dad!rafe … pulling up to a random rundown motel … only one bed … mhmhm …”

oh i’m stood at attention….. yes…. yess,,. dad!rafe convincing you to share the bed (it didn’t take much), because he’s sore from doing all the driving, and the floor looks so dirty, and it’s only one night, sweetheart

so you climb into the bed, and fall asleep with your ass pressed against him closer than what would be considered anything of innocent — only for him to start groping you as you try and fall asleep :/ he’s so gross (affectionate)

— nasty little freak anon ❤︎

my favourite freak <3 cw in tags.

it’d been his idea — a chance to ‘bond’ and get away from all the chaos back home, at least that’s how he pitched it. but you knew it was just an excuse for him to drag you off the grid and have you all to himself. long stretches of empty highway, gas station snacks, and rafe’s lazy smirk as he drummed his fingers on the warm steering wheel had been fine at first. there was something oddly comforting about the hum of the truck and the way he always managed to pick out your favourite songs.

he’d promised it’d be fun, but now, parked outside a dodgy-looking motel with the neon ‘vacancy’ sign flickering like it could give out at any minute, you’re starting to have doubts. “this, is where we’re staying?” you ask, arms crossed over your chest as you lean against the still-warm truck.

“don’t even start,” he warns, shooting you a look when you scrunch your face at the peeling paint and cracked pavement. “but daaad—” he interrupts you quickly. “back fuckin’ hurts from all that driving, ‘s’jus’ for one night. quit bein’ dramatic, princess.” rafe throws your duffle over his shoulder, smiling at your pouty face as he grabs the key from his pocket.

you huff but step inside the room, immediately hit with the smell of stale mildew. the carpet looks like it’s been there since the 70s and the thinly covered mattress is stained yellow. you don’t even want to get started on the suspicious stains littering the area. “charming,” you mutter, pulling up your tank top strap. “really outdid yourself, dad.”

rafe throws the bag onto the lone loveseat in the corner of the room, lazy grin spreading across his face as he watches you. “what? not good enough for daddy’s lil’ girl, huh?” you glare at him, heat rising to your cheeks. “shut up.”

“aw, c’mon,” he teases. his hand finds your chin, tilting it up so you’re forced to meet his burning gaze. the intensity in them makes your breath catch, and you suddenly feel tiny under his scrutiny. “you been poutin’ ‘n complainin’ the whole trip,” rafe murmurs, his thumb brushing your jaw in a way that feels widely too intimate. “startin’ t’think you don’t appreciate all the effort ‘m puttin’ in here.”

you try to pull away but another hand comes down to grasp onto your hip. “y’know most kids would be grateful their dad’s doin’ this f’them. not you though, always gotta be so difficult.” your stomach twists at his words and you instinctively take a step back. the room’s too small to put any real distance between you two though, if anything you’ve just cornered yourself. “not bein’ difficult..” you trail off, looking everywhere but at him, ignoring the whispers of heat in your stomach. “what’re you—”

“relax,” he cuts you off, eyes glinting in the light. “‘m tired, both got a long day ‘head of us. let’s get y’to bed, yeah?” you blink at him, momentarily stunned by the sudden shift in tone. it’s softer now, almost coaxing. “there’s only one bed,” you point out nervously, quieter now.

“and?” rafe says, eyebrows raised as if it were normal. before you even have time to blink, he’s raising his shirt over his head, exposing his broad chest and toned stomach, leaving him in jeans resting dangerously low on his hips. “actin’ like we never slept together before.”

“it’s — it’s weird! ‘m not a baby anymore, you’re my dad,” you splutter, turning around as quick as possible when you see his fingers fiddling with the zipper. “unless you’re volunteering to take the floor, you’re gonna have to suck it up.”

you huff, refusing to engage any further and stomp off to the tiny bathroom. the fluorescents buzz above you as you brush your teeth and you try not to gag at the dirty marks on the mirror. it was only one night, you could do this. nothing else was a viable option and you already felt bad enough about keeping rafe up for so long. mind made up, you take a deep breath, step back into the room and move towards the bed.

rafe’s already sprawled out in the dark, arm above his head, clad in nothing but his boxers — of course. he yawns as you peel back the blanket, settling yourself under the threadbare material. “night, daddy,” you whisper, staying to the edge of the mattress.

“goodnight, sweetheart,” you hear the smirk in his tone but decide to ignore it, sleepiness making your lids heavy. you don’t know how much time passes, don’t know how long you even managed to doze off for, but next thing you know your ass is pressed up against rafe’s lower half, the hardness there making you dizzy. his large hands are splayed around your waist, possessively digging into your skin. “d-dad?” you call out confusedly, voice croaky.

“mhm,” rafe responds, one hand trailing up over your tank and the other skimming the waistband of your shorts. “dad deserves some fuckin’ gratitude for takin’ care of you all day, don’t you think?”

you wriggle around, mind hazy and whirling with conflicting ideas. you aren’t aware enough to fully stop yourself from agreeing. “i-i guess so..” you trail off, gasping out a whimper as a finger grazes your nipple through your shirt. rafe hums appreciatively when you don’t immediately stop him from lifting it up and groping at your tit. “yeaaah, there we are, there’s m’girl.” maybe it was the sleep still coursing through your system that made you so pliable, because your fuzzy mind doesn’t seem to even want him to stop.

“y’gonna be a good girl f’me, ‘kay?” rafe pushes himself against you, groaning in your ear when you wiggle back. his hand slowly slips under your panties, meeting slickness you didn’t even know was there. “shiiiit, baby.” when he shoves your shorts off and starts rubbing softly at your puffy clit, you don’t stop him. when he slips his fingers further down, meeting your leaky hole, you don’t stop him. when his fingers squeeze and pull at your tits, when they wrap around your neck as he forces himself in deep, you don’t stop him.

you’re sure you’ll feel sick to your stomach in the morning, but right now? the feeling of his pure, unadulterated attention, and the tightness in your core is enough to make you forget about any consequences. after all, this was normal wasn’t it? you were just being thankful.

[s2pdoktopus]

He was just asking Archer to cover for their cook, Gil!

Based on this

Lol

[angelfic]

my favourite activity is reading thoughts about the marauders from non brits because 99% of the time theyre just completely wrong. u can’t understand british boys until you’ve gone to school with british boys (derogatory)

[homunculus-argument]

When it comes to things you saw on the internet 10 years ago and still think about sometimes, I recall seeing someone on reddit who described his dog's bark-alarm as the dog going "YO THERE'S SOMEONE AT THE DOOR N...A", and while I understand how dialects and vernacular work, I still find it somewhat hilarious that this guy internally gave n-word privileges to his dog. But then again I have to remind myself how often I internally translate the defiant look the neighbour's terrier gives me as "try me, faggot."

[arctic-bookclub]

i was trying to think of what connection q!phil, q!charlie and q!quackity (and i guess elquackity) have because of the tickets today and i started to think about how q!phil has had bad relations with both q!quackity and q!charlie because they both have tried to kill chayanne, and then i remembered how charlie killed tilin so he had bad relations with q, and so on and so forth and then. a realization hit

q!charlie, q!quackity, elquackity and q!phil have all intentionally tried to kill an egg before. and i believe they are the only islanders to do so? (please correct me if i’m wrong on this)

like they’ve had either plans to kill an egg or multiple eggs (quackity, elquackity, charlie), intentionally killed an egg (charlie (killed chayanne but it didn’t count in the end)) or actually tried to kill an egg (charlie, phil, elquackity)

most people on the island have never intentionally tried or planned to kill any of the eggs except these four (again please correct me if i’m wrong) and with the latest post by quackity, during the november 4th event the tickets will lead to whatever the purgatory on the qsmp is right? which is connected to the eggs right? well how fitting the three special tickets to purgatory are assigned to the only people who have such a history with the eggs, don’t you think

[sidetongue]

in love with my little crew

[cybergothvox]

At the end of the day, is kin just someone who identifies as their kintype or not? Is it anyone who actually identifies as their kintype, or do they have to perform all these 'correct' behaviours and social dances to prove that you kin- pardon, that you are kin- correctly?

[unnonexistence]

writing about your favourite character's childhood is all fun and games until you have to come up with a timeline-appropriate Plausible But Incorrect Dinosaur Fact for a 7-year-old to be Confidently Wrong About in 1997

[the-girl-with-too-many-ideas]

Does anyone else get the feeling that at their core, all of mxtx's works are about cycles of abuses.

[femenaces]

in what way your dad does autistic shit amd why are tou still in touch with him tbh?

…are you suggesting I should cut off my dad because of autism…? What is going on in my inbox today.

[cuteniaarts]

Wine stains on porcelain

(Alternatively: @katkastrofa and I have created 5 OCs in 3 days and I suffer from chronic “I wanna draw the little guysssssss” disease)

[adore-gregor]

i did okay i guess

[lokh]

Would Laios start calling Shuro bu his actual name Toshiro if he found out he was getting it wrong the whole time

That kinda autism overcorrecting

i dont think its overcorrecting in this instance 😭 i WANT to say that he would.... but by the end of the manga/post-canon theres no way he doesnt know his actual name right. and yet hes still calling him shuro....

[pajama-han]

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