#no verg this time

[kapacb413]

casually making half of the cast colorblind

[ducktracy]

making a separate post about this too just to ensure visability--The Day the Earth Blew Up is being pulled out of theaters as early as THIS WEDNESDAY--NOT EVEN A FULL WEEK'S RUN BTW 🙃🙃🙃🙃🙃🙃🙃🙃🙃🙃--so if you're still on the fence, you'd better go ASAP

[prlssprfctn]

Cryptid!Alfred, who is actually immortal. Like, he cannot die for forever - he did once, during the war, and after that... for some reason, he kept coming back, completely without any additional magical help. He sometimes dies again, and then mysteriously comes back on the next morning, as if nothing happened. Bruce used to it at some point, so instead of asking questions (Alfred has no answers, anyway) he just pretends that it is normal. He gaslights kids to think the same. Like, what do you mean he died, Damian? No, he is alrightish. Look in the kitchen, he is making us breakfast. It probably was just a bad dream.

So, when Jason dies and gets back? Oh, Alfred knows his grandson has the same curse/blessing. Because it wasn't the Lazarus Pit that brought Jason back after all, but some strange, unexplainable force. Perhaps, both of them are just bound to end up as guardians, as warriors and protectors - that's why they keep coming back.

...Nevertheless, it doesn't make their family less... anxious about the whole thing. These two from the other side? Oh, they absolutely enjoy their immortal hang-out hours.

Jason: What was your funniest death?

Alfred: I am going to say... that one time, when I was teaching young master Bruce using a hunting rifle, and he accidentally shot me. I came back in fifteen minutes, and, of course, a poor thing was sobbing, but afterwards he was doing all chores for a month. Wonderful days.

Jason: Damn, poor Brucie... My funniest gotta be that one time, when Roy and I got drunk, and I legit jumped off the building because I thought I can fly. Roy had never got sober that quick.

(The first time Jason dies on the family's watch)

Dick, sobbing: Alfred... Alfred... He died! His neck was snapped! How can I live-

Alfred, casually leaning to snap Jason's neck again: Wake up, my boy.

Jason, dramatically gasping for air: Damn, who made me a massage, while I was sleeping?

Tim: What. The. Fuck.

[chongoblog]

give it up for the most heartbreaking translation in all of Outer Wilds

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Happy Birthday to Fallen London; My favourite British people beefing it with bats simulator.

[crunchsomebones]

I love deep space nine because some episodes are like "ooohhhh wee waaacky fun times on the promenade" and other episodes are like "let's torture miles o'brien"

[egophiliac]

so glad we finally get to see the clowns in their full clowny glory

[sobeautifullyobsessed]

I would like to formally apologize to all my WIPs that have gone unattended for what feels like an eternity. I love you guys so much, and I swear that was never my intent for you.

[whatudottu]

Me and the homies I dragged into playing ISAT with me (voice over style) and thus thoroughly infecting them with the ISAT hyperfixation gathered to play poker and so- drew us VAs as the cast give or take some liberties :P

[gunsatthaphan]

something very lgbt is gonna transpire in that scene I know it 👁️

[lavshaze]

Act of defiance

✧ contains ⤐ smut, once again <3 oral but not in the way you think. d/s dynamics, silco being a professional brat tamer, another vision that came to me in a dream, silco sex dreams are ruining my life but also making it way better. w.c ~ 1.2k

Ao3 version

“Look at me.”

Usually, you’d obey. 

Orders from Silco weren’t uncommon, especially when you’re in the bedroom, lying under him in all your naked glory. Usually, this wouldn’t require a second thought— he’d say something and you would listen, and that had granted you five months of mind-blowing, life-changing sex. 

But not tonight. No, you'd give him absolutely nothing tonight. 

Stubbornly, you turn your head to the side, biting down on your lips as you pretend like this isn't happening right now. 

“Look at me.” 

Silco doesn't like when his words fall on deaf ears, you know it gets on his nerves because he's a little control freak. And up until tonight, you'd been so obedient, so eager to tend to his every desire, you'd have given him the moon if he asked, and you'd have continued to be as such if he didn't fucking piss you off. 

You scoff, keeping your gaze firmly planted on his bedside table. You read the titles of the books on display over and over, memorizing the colors and spines and which ones are a little crooked and which ones are finished, aged by the passage of time and the repeated strokes of slightly damp fingers. 

You could feel Silco seething on top of you. 

Hot breath warming the side of your face, you see his lips contort into a sneer from your peripheral vision. You're tempted to look at him, stare directly into his mismatched eyes and tell him to fuck off.

But before you can think to do anything, he pushes himself into you, one rough thrust that has you contorting every muscle in your body to ignore the white hot pleasure it sends through your entire being. You squeeze around him and sharply inhale, but you keep your head planted to the side. You weren't going to let him win this, you weren't going to give in. 

He groans, possibly at the way you feel around him, but also because your little show of defiance is probably causing him a great headache. Another exhausting day of running Zaun and he doesn't even get to enjoy having you all to himself, all because you're dead set on being stubborn. His bare chest heaves against yours, skin on skin, but you're determined to be as far away from him as possible. 

He moves slowly, pulling out all the way and easing himself back in, at a much softer pace than the first thrust, almost like he's apologizing. Too bad he sucks at actual apologies, you'd have crumbled by now if he had shown the smallest signs of actual remorse. But that's just who Silco is, stubborn till the end. 

Unfortunately for him, so were you. 

He sets a regular pace, entering you over and over again in a slow languid motion, nose burying into your neck trying to redirect your gaze so you'd look at him. When you don't budge, he draws back sharply, and you can tell he's all out of patience now. Silco is one of those people blessed— cursed— with patience that lasts for a total of five seconds. 

Especially tonight, especially after the long day he’s had. Didn’t you know that enforcing his power upon the other, increasingly annoying, chem-barons had put him on edge? Didn’t you know that he had thought of you all day, missing the way your face contorts when he’s inside you? Had you no idea that he is on the verge of falling apart if he doesn’t receive a healthy dose of your affection soon? 

Maybe you knew, maybe you just didn’t care. 

The thought angers him.

“I said,” long fingers grasp the side of your face, digging into your skin, “look at me.” 

He turns your head so you're facing him now, sharp glare boring into his dark eyes. He glares back, good eyebrow furrowing, and something else flickers in his eye besides anger— something warm and delicious and dangerously enticing. 

“You little defiant brat.” 

He spits it out like an insult. You observe his lips curl around every syllable of the word; brat, brat, brat, brat. 

“Always so obedient, always so eager to listen to me, to do what I ask of you. Who knew that under that little angel act you were such a devilish whore?”

Whore, whore, whore.  

He brings his thumb to your lips, tracing the outline of the bruised exterior— the aggressive kisses he had planted on them beforehand— before he slowly pushes the digit into your warm, wet mouth. Your lips reflexively curl around the appendage, hollowing your cheeks as your tongue runs over it. The taste sends a pulse of pleasure through your body, particularly affecting the part where you’re connected. You suck on his finger and tighten your thighs around his waist. He uses his other arm to elevate one of your legs and wrap it around his waist, reaching an entirely new angle that has you squirming around his finger.  

A little show of power never hurt anyone. Or maybe it did, you didn't really care about that right now. 

But as he's watching you take him in, eyelids drooping as you look up at him, vulnerable under his control, you decide you're not going to let him enjoy this for much longer. You bring your teeth down around his finger and bite, hard. 

You expect him to withdraw, to sneer at you and degrade you some more then draw back so he can stand tall and fuck the shit out of you. But he doesn't; instead, he plants his finger deeper in your mouth, pressing on your tongue as you gag around it. Your eyes water slightly and you're in disbelief at how utterly turned on you are.  

“You think I can't handle a little bit of biting here and there? Darling, I thought you'd know better.” 

You gaze into his eyes, feeling much less defiant now, instead looking to satisfy that aching need in your lower belly. You're one second away from pulling his finger out of your mouth and begging when he draws back. 

In the blink of an eye, you lose his finger in your mouth and his cock inside you. Feeling hopelessly empty and blindsided, you open your mouth to protest, but you don't get the chance to. Instead, you're lifted by your hips and flipped around like a potato sack being thrown around. You flop down on your stomach helplessly, probing yourself up on your arms so you can turn to look at him.

“Silco.” 

What's meant as a demand comes out as a whine and your face warms up in embarrassment. It's hard to mask the want in your body when you're this frustrated. 

His rough hands palm the curve of your ass as a sharp smile curls on his lips. “Ah, so you can talk after all, just not to answer to my orders, hm?” 

“Sil, please, I'm sorry-” 

He places his cock between your cheeks, “you know how I utterly despise unfinished work, dove. I’m going to need you to stick with your plan till the very end.” 

The menacing look in his eyes makes a shiver run down your spine as he leans forward to whisper the next few words. 

“Let’s see how many orgasms that attitude will be rewarding you with tonight.” 

[insomniac-dormouse]

Their descent into madness is everything to me actually

I love him so fucking much

[idontmindifuforgetme]

A guy just used studying for the mcat together as an excuse to get my number . Women in stem fields core

[cerbreus]

trying to design a little creature for my ren faire getup

[skitskatdacat63]

"We need to find more performance, I think we've underdelivered in the last three events."

[egophiliac]

the lovers, reversed

(aka I'm still freaking out about Jou)