#ob;dc

[chippdhearts]

An endless list of scenes i think about a normal amount Orphan Black ✦ 1x08

[leoleolovesdc]

Steph: Hey dad, can you pass me the salt?

Tim: She didn't!

Jason: Oh my god, she totally did

Cass: No...

Duke: [Snickering] Holy shit!

Bruce: [Passing the salt] Here, sweetie

Dick: He didn't!

[nana-mizu-shiki]

🤨? Really? Even w/ Oc's? I'm currently reading a 60 ch. Fic that came out in 2017 ( https://archiveofourown.org/works/12288555/chapters/28695052#workskin ) but I'll copy and paste an au for Lazarus Pit Tim that I came up with in like February from my notes app for now, but I'd love to ramble ( ≧∀≦)

+Promt+ What if Tim was dipped into the Lazarus Pit, but twice????? ×Thought Process× Tim died in that desert. The Spleen incident didn't just leave him with a surprise surgery. It left him with glowing green eyes and half-white bangs. But of course, none of the Bats can know that, so, hair dye. Suprise, Suprise, the Pits don't bring Rage, they bring out the worst of a person. Jason? Anger. Ra's? Cruelty. Tim? Apathy. Tim's triggers? Betrayal, Abandonment, Reliance, Expectations Set For Perfection. Because. He. Has. To. Be. Perfect. Inherits Drake I. and Wayne E., slowly trying to cut ties with Gotham and The Bats, fades into the background until The Bats are too late to realize and too late to try to even stop him as he and Ra's make a deal. The deal? Cliffhanger. Up to the reader. And Worse? The Bats don't even realize as he left, taken back with The Demon Head to become his heir, and after months, training under Ra's himself, Returning to Gotham Under the alias of Shadow Shrike, civilian Tim D. W. A. G., although legally Timothy Drake-Wayne. Forever 17, hair shoulders length and bangs white, eyes permanently and mix of ice blue and mint green, flecks of Lazarus neon green passing even at simple glances of those he once called family. Dying his bangs temporarily in public, his vigilante-ism the thing that alerts the others of his return, his change. His Revival. His Death. Blah Blah Blah, Angst Confrontation Shenanigans, Details and Description of how the Pits affect Tim, how the Batfam try to reconnect and makeup, Yadda Yadda, Ends on a sorta cliffhanger thing where the reader chooses which Tim goes to as a Confrontation happens on a roof and Tim chooses between Jason, the Other Bats, Ra's, And Young-Just-Us

I'll come back to rant to you my friend, I will

exchanging headcanons and AUs with friends like

[hewhobreathesfire]

for a change, I don't feel like I'm drowning. thank god our instructors didn't assign anything new yesterday or today.

[bluejaysandblackbats]

Keepsafes

Fandom: Batman, DC Comics

Summary: AU where Martha and Thomas survive, and they adopt the batkids.

Chapters: 38/?

Characters: Bruce Wayne, Thomas Wayne, Martha Wayne, Alfred Pennyworth, Harvey Dent, Dick Grayson, Cassandra Cain, David Cain, Talia al Ghul, Damian Wayne, Jason Todd, Tim Drake

Relationships: Thomas Wayne/Martha Wayne/Alfred Pennyworth, BruHarvey, BruTalia

Additional Tags: Canon Divergent AU, Hurt/Comfort, Bruce Wayne is Not Batman, Angst, Alfred Pennyworth Knows All, Bruce Wayne Only Has One Child, Bruce Wayne is Not An Only Child, Bi Bruce Wayne

Chapter Thirty-Eight: Nameless

Dick slumped over in the backseat while Thomas drove and Bruce fiddled with the radio. “I forgot to ask. How was your OB-GYN rotation?” Thomas asked. 

Bruce rubbed his palms against his eyes. “I cried in the supply closet almost every day,” Bruce replied. 

Thomas nodded and reached over to pinch Bruce’s cheek. “I had a hard time with that, too. It’s the ultrasounds, huh?” Thomas questioned. 

“Yeah… It got me thinking. Are you ever disappointed in me because I might not ever give you grandkids?” Bruce questioned. 

“Why would I be disappointed in you for something so trivial? It’s more impressive to me that I had a hand in raising someone who became such a thoughtful and unique individual. You are enough. It doesn’t matter if you have kids or not. It doesn’t matter, Bruce. I promise there is no pressure for you ever to have children. That’s a lifelong commitment, and I don’t think you should bring a child into the world to please anyone,” Thomas answered seriously, “You and Dick and Harvey are my world.”

Bruce looked out the window, watching as the sun rose. “I don’t wanna be an OB, Dad,” Bruce whispered. 

“That’s alright. I wasn’t hoping for it, Brucie,” Thomas reassured him, “Every rotation affects everyone differently. I had a friend that used to get the shakes during the overnights in pediatrics because it reminded him of the time he spent visiting his older brother.” 

The two of them sighed and stared straight ahead. “Martha threw up on me when she went into labor. I remember it vividly because we were sleeping downstairs at the time. She walked into my office to ask me if I was hungry, and her water broke. Your birth was an extremely dramatic experience from start to finish… But uh… I got up from my desk and she threw up all over me,” Thomas laughed. 

“Contractions?” Bruce asked.

“No. She said her water breaking felt yucky ,” Thomas replied. 

Bruce chuckled. “That sounds like Mom. Is that why she never had any others?” Bruce questioned.

“It wasn’t for lack of trying, Brucie,” Thomas answered as his smile faded. 

**

Martha pulled Thomas aside and pleaded with him. “Thomas, I know we’ve never had a little girl before, and I know it won’t be easy, but—.”

“Martha—.”

“I don’t think she’s deaf, but Alfred and I have tried to ask her name in every language we know. Nothing. There’s nothing. I don’t think she understands language at all. She’s a little girl. Thomas, she saved my—.”

“Martha—.”

Martha picked the nameless girl up and she wrapped her arms around Martha’s neck. “And Thomas, she saved my life the other day… And I—. I think—.” 

“Martha, I need you to breathe for a second,” Thomas whispered, “What’s her name?” 

Martha awkwardly smiled. “Martha? Alfred?” Thomas questioned. 

Bruce looked at Alfred and cocked his head before pulling Alfred aside. “What’s wrong? What happened?” Bruce asked. Alfred embraced Bruce without uttering a word. “What’s Mom talking about?” 

“I’m alright… Perhaps I’m a bit peaked but otherwise I’m fine, Master Bruce,” Alfred lied. 

Bruce wrapped his arms around Alfred tightly. “I love you… And I’m glad you’re home,” Bruce whispered. Alfred smiled as he took in Bruce’s gentle scent. Bruce always smelled so clean. Fresh and crisp, memorably so, like clean linen and green tea. 

“I love you too, Master Bruce…” Alfred pulled away and looked Bruce in the eye. “You’re shaking.”

Bruce smiled with tears in his eyes. Something felt wrong, but he couldn’t get an answer out of Alfred. In the pit of his stomach, he felt something resurface in him. Years worth of dormant anxieties rising up like bile. “I’m just tired… Just tired,” Bruce sniffed. But he wasn’t the only one feeling upset about the strange goings on.

Dick hugged himself until Alfred noticed him and ran to embrace him. It caught Dick off guard, but he melted into it. “I missed you so much,” Dick whispered. 

“I always miss your company, Master Dick,” Alfred smiled.

**

Dick followed Bruce to the home gym and quietly did his morning drills. “Something’s strange,” Bruce announced. Dick stopped and stared into space at the parallel bars. 

“They’re gonna forget about me,” Dick mumbled.

“They’re scouting you for the Olympics… Dick, you’re a star in this family. No one’s gonna forget you. You’re my baby brother—.”

“But now they’ll have a girl… And Mom’s crazy about her. I just started calling them Mom and Dad, Bruce—.” Dick’s phone rang, and Bruce motioned for him to answer. Dick answered and put the phone on speaker. “Hey…” 

“Dick, sweetie, where are you?” Martha asked.

“I’m in the gym with Bruce,” Dick answered. 

“Can I talk to you in the living room in a minute? It’s important,” Martha whispered. Dick looked at Bruce. 

“I’m sending him over right now, Mom,” Bruce replied. Dick frowned at him. “He’s going. Right, Dick? ” Bruce hugged him and sent him away. 

Dick sighed as he kept Martha on the phone. “Dick, I failed to realize something important this morning. I forgot to give you your gift. I got you something while we were in Dakota City, and I know green is a big nono in the circus but this is just for gymnastics,” Martha replied, “I was thinking about that story you told me about your mother, and I—. There was this ballet and gymnastics store, and I saw the cutest little—. Oh, Dick, you’ve just gotta see it.”

“You got me something? You didn’t have to get me anything, Mom—.”

“Nonsense. You’re my baby boy. I couldn’t come home for you without a gift. I got something for Bruce, too, but he’s preoccupied. I can tell,” Martha replied. 

Dick entered through the foyer and took off his shoes before meeting Martha in the living room and hanging up his phone. Martha smiled and gave him a gift box. He sat on the arm of the couch next to her and tore off the wrapping paper before removing a yellow and green gymnastics singlet and a color block sweatshirt. It was beige with a round burgundy collar and cuffs and little yellow letters for the logo. “Alfred helped me stitch on the letters on the back. You don’t have to wear it if you don’t—.”

Dick choked back tears as he read the big letters on the back. “Robin,” Dick whispered. 

“If it’s not okay for me to call you that—. Is it too—?” 

“You can call me Robin. I love it, Mom,” Dick whispered as he embraced her. 

**

The little girl followed Alfred to the gym, holding a glass of juice in one hand and his arm in the other. She had one of Martha’s college sweatshirts on as pajamas. Alfred stopped by the door and crouched beside her, taking a single finger to tap her nose. “How I wonder what you are,” Alfred whispered in a little sing-song voice. Her lips twitched into a little smile. “I haven’t had a chance to thank you, but I’m very grateful that we crossed paths.” 

He stood up straight and escorted her to the gym where Bruce worked on the heavy bag. She set her juice on the ground and tugged the bottom of Bruce’s shirt. Bruce pointed to the heavy bag, and she pointed to him and held her fists up. Bruce threw a playful punch and she blocked it before sending a punch his way. He caught her fist, smiling at the shock of the force behind her tiny fist. Bruce got low and tried to see if she could hold her own as well as Alfred said. 

“Master Bruce!” Alfred exclaimed.

“It’s alright. I won’t hurt her,” Bruce reassured him. 

Bruce tried to knock her off balance and after a few minutes of sparring with him, the nameless girl knocked him on his back with such force that it knocked the wind out of him. She curled up by his side on the floor, and he smiled once he could breathe again. He turned toward her, and she stood up and helped him up. “Well, I think I found out what language she speaks,” Bruce half-joked as he squared up.

[sugarcloudsky]

Hi hi! Strawberry anon here. I was hoping if you can write OB characters so—

Fire spirit cookie, wind archer, and millennial tree cookie with an S/o whos like part of the Cookies of darkness or the child of dark enchantress cookie?

Its fine if you dont write these characters just replace them with dark cacao, and pure vanilla!

Thank you!

—🍓 anon

「Reader Who is the Child of Dark Enchantress Cookie」

characters: dark cacao cookie & pure vanilla cookie (+some bonuses bc i got a little off track in the middle) (all are implied to be platonic but pv and dc’s parts can be read as either)

wc: 1.1k

cws: dark enchantress is a bad mother, bit of a rushed ending

hello!!! went with the second scenario because it felt a lot more interesting!!! also i was originally going to include millennial tree here, but i decided not to because my characterization of him mightve been super flimsy lol… thank you for requesting!

For as long as you can remember, you had been close friends with the five Ancient Cookies. You had been right there next to them ever since all of you were small children. The six of you were known for always being together, always laughing together, crying together, doing almost everything together.

Despite this, there were two of them you were especially close to. You were around these two the most, if you weren’t with all the other ancients, then you would for sure be with these two. Dark Cacao Cookie and Pure Vanilla Cookie.

You did everything with these two ancients, and they did everything with you. Out of the five, you felt the most comfortable with the two of them. They were your rock, and you were theirs whenever you all needed it.

Dark Cacao Cookie, who would listen to all of the stories you had, who would protect you from anyone who tried to hurt you.

Pure Vanilla Cookie, who would listen to all of your troubles and encourage you whenever you needed it, who would heal all of your pains.

And you, who helped Dark Cacao Cookie become accustomed to ruling the Dark Cacao Kingdom. Who helped him with his duties when he became too overwhelmed. Who helped ease his troubles when he became a father soon afterwards. You, who was there for Pure Vanilla Cookie when he lost all of his close friends. Who was there when he went into hiding. Who was there to comfort him when he discovered the truth of Dark Enchantress Cookie’s identity.

Your relationship was perfect. You cared for them deeply, and they cared for you deeply in return. You never kept secrets from them, and they never kept secrets from you.

Well, that’s how you wanted it to be.

But you had to keep one thing from them. One thing you believed could lead to dangerous situations if they found out the truth. One thing you believed could even completely ruin the friendships you had. You didn’t want to lose them or endanger them, so you kept quiet.

The reality was that you were the child of Dark Enchantress Cookie herself. The very enemy that the five ancients were spending all of their resources on to defeat— was your own mother.

You were never planning on revealing this fact about yourself. You weren’t close to your mother, in fact, you ran away from where the Cookies of Darkness resided, not wanting to follow through with your mother’s plans.

You weren’t very close to her anyways— always disagreeing with her views. You always tried to plead with her that there was a better way, but she always brushed you off.

There weren’t many good memories with your parent that you could remember. Most of the memories you had with her were arguments, or her sending Pomegranate Cookie to tend to you whilst she dealt with “more important matters” … that always stung. If anything, Pomegranate was more of a mother to you than Dark Enchantress ever was.

Pomegranate was cold and vindictive, yet she still showed you as much kindness as she could. Even as you were growing up, she treated you as gently as possible, even reprimanding the other Cookies of Darkness if they ever treated you poorly.

Even after you decided to run away from your home, Pomegranate never wished you ill will. She wasn’t happy about your departure, but she decided it would hurt too much to hold on, knowing how you felt about your mother. She truly cared for you, despite never admitting it. If she had to take Dark Enchantress’s punishment for allowing you to leave, then so be it.

It was after that when you met the other ancients. And the rest is history!

You were happy with how your relationship with them was. You didn’t want anything to change. You kept the story of your past hidden away, unspoken.

But of course, you couldn’t keep it a secret forever.

The first to find out was of course, Pure Vanilla and Dark Cacao. They had found out after a brief encounter with Licorice Cookie and the Choco Werehound Brute.

The two had revealed your relationship with the Enchantress without much hesitation, much to your dismay. Dark Cacao and Pure Vanilla looked at you in horror and disbelief at the news as Licorice Cookie and the Brute casually tried to make conversation with you to make up for lost time .

You were terrified now, this wasn’t supposed to happen, they weren’t supposed to know—

Your thoughts are interrupted as Dark Cacao grabs your arm and angrily pulls you away. Pure Vanilla follows shortly after, leaving the huffing Licorice behind. He didn’t even get to say goodbye!

Tears welling in your eyes, you begin to fear the worst: they’re about to yell at you, push you away, kill you—

But that’s not what happens.

After pulling you to a more secluded area, Dark Cacao finally lets go of you and demands an explanation. You look over at Pure Vanilla in desperation, but his face is twisted into an expression similar to yours, one of distress.

So, swallowing your anxiety, you finally explain the truth. The truth of your mother. The truth of your lineage. But you frantically tell them that you have no ties with your mother anymore! That you never agreed with her plans! That you truly wanted to help them with their cause!

Dark Cacao wasn’t exactly convinced right away, but Pure Vanilla quietly walked over and pulled you into a hug, patting your back gently. He allowed you to cry, patting your shoulder and listening to you earnestly. Dark Cacao huffs, telling you that if you ever keep secrets from them again, he won’t be so forgiving.

Pure Vanilla trusted you deeply. He would believe your story very quickly. Though it does take time for Dark Cacao to trust you fully again.

They both comforted you as you were reminded of what you had to go through with your mother. Pure Vanilla assured you that none of it was your fault, and that you can’t control who your family is. Dark Cacao vows to get revenge on that cookie once and for all for you.

Despite this small bump in the road of your relationship, the three of you still remained great friends. In fact, you would argue that your relationship became even stronger afterwards. Although, they did make you promise to stop keeping secrets, which you happily accepted whilst giggling gleefully

With time, your two closest companions came to accept you, and love you for who you were, no matter what dark things your past held. What only mattered now was the path ahead. Together, hand in hand, you will all continue to walk that path.

And once you all finally get to Dark Enchantress Cookie, you won’t be so easy on her.

[damian-al-ghul-wayne]

NO WAAAAYY THIS IS SO COOL STOP

DC Tumblr Awards

For the first category of most popular Bruce Wayne/Batman account the winner was @officialbruciewayne

Congratulations!

The rest of the awards will be presented in 30 minute increments by both myself and @babsggordon

This one was slightly delayed due to an issue with my tumblr but they’ll be every 30 minutes from now on!

The chain may get a bit long so just keep that in mind

[kindwarrior]

Tucker Carlson is Outing Obama as Gay. But Everyone is Missing the Big Story. I’m Obama’s College Classmate. I’ve Been Trying to Warn America for 15 years!

By Wayne Allyn Root

I’m Barak Obama’s college classmate at Columbia University, Class of ’83. I’m also the author of the #1 bestselling hardcover book in America in 2012, “The Ultimate Obama Survival Guide.”

I’ve always had Obama’s number. I understand what makes him tick. I understand his goals.

First let’s get the “gay issue” out of the way. I’ve reported on both my radio and TV shows for 15 years that my wealthy, connected friends in Chicago have always said, “Obama frequented gay bath houses and gay clubs. Everyone in the know, knows Obama is gay.”

Now that we’ve heard from Obama’s biographer that Obama wrote about his daily gay fantasies, I think it’s pretty clear my Chicago pals were right. Tucker Carlson is onto something!

But gay is not the issue. The issue here is fraud. If Obama is in fact gay, then he was lying to the American people from day one. He portrayed himself as a happily married family man with a wife and two beautiful young daughters. That’s called fraud.

If America had known the truth in 2008, does anyone honestly think Obama would have been elected president?

But all of this is small potatoes. This is not the big story.

Why does any of this matter now? Because Joe Biden is a brain-dead puppet. This is the third term of Obama. The proof is we are all reliving the nightmare Obama economy. Great for Wall Street and billion-dollar multi-national corporations. But a disaster for the American middle class and Main Street.

Second, Biden is fading fast – and everyone can see it. At the same time Biden’s cognitive health is in freefall, all of his corruption from the past is pouring out of the closet. Biden is finished. He is toast. He will never make it to 2024.

Sometime this fall Biden will have a very public “episode” and be hospitalized. Soon thereafter he (or Jill) will announce he is stepping down for “health reasons.”

Who will replace him? Either Michelle Obama or Gavin Newsom. But whoever it is, Obama will be calling the shots from his nearby Washington DC mansion. That’s why this story matters.

I’ve had Obama pegged from the first day. Obama is the ultimate “Manchurian Candidate.” Gay is unimportant. What matters is he was groomed to be president by the Deep State and communist, fascist, globalist enemies of the United States. What matters is Obama is a radical Marxist tyrant carrying out the destruction of America.

Obama was tame in his first two terms. He was “boiling the frog slowly.” But Trump ruined his plan. Now Obama is trying to destroy this country as fast as he can before Trump has a second chance to undo the damage. And at the same time, Obama is coordinating the attacks on Trump to either imprison him, kill him, or disqualify him.

My guest on my show, “America’s Top Ten Countdown” on Real America’s Voice TV last week was former Illinois Governor Rod “Blago” Blagojevich. Blago’s Governor’s mansion was raided by an early morning FBI Swat team. Sound familiar?

I pointed out to “Blago” that Obama’s fingerprints were all over his frame job… and FBI SWAT raid… and long prison sentence. Obama set him up. Obama took away his freedom. I asked him to comment. Blago reported, “Obama set up the meeting that led to my arrest.”

Do you get it now? It’s the exact same M.O. as what’s happening to President Trump. The same FBI raids, persecution, frame job. The same weaponization of government to destroy Obama’s political adversaries.

I’ve always said the key to understanding Obama was his time at Columbia University.

First, there is the “Ghost of Columbia” mystery. I was a Pre Law, Political Science major. So was Obama. He had to be in all the same classes as me. But he was never in one class. I never met Obama, never saw him, never heard of him, never met anyone at Columbia who has.

Obama got in, so why didn’t anyone ever see him? My educated guess is Obama was in the Soviet Union studying communism. Columbia had a “sister school” in Moscow. That would be the only real answer as to why Obama was rarely if ever seen at Columbia. He was being groomed way back then by the enemies of America.

Secondly, at Columbia we learned a plan to destroy America called “Cloward Piven.” I’ll bet Obama spent two years in the Soviet Union at our “sister school” becoming the world’s expert. Look around. Everything happening in America today is Cloward Piven…

The open borders bringing millions of foreigners into our country, changing our demographics forever.

The explosion of welfare and bailouts.

The Green New Deal.

The destruction of our military.

The end of the dollar as world reserve currency.

The plans for pandemic lockdowns, climate change lockdowns and Central Bank Digital Currency.

The censorship, banning of dissent, and weaponization of government against conservatives and Christians. Defund the police.

The vicious criminals let out without bail.

Critical Race Theory and Transgender brainwashing.

Persecution of PTA parents.

Conservatives and Christians classified as “domestic terrorists.”

The arrest of political opponents.

87,000 new IRS agents.

It’s all about Cloward Piven and communist-level control.

Sound familiar? It’s what Obama the “Manchurian Candidate” learned in the Soviet Union from the best. This man was groomed from day one by the communist and globalist enemies of America. He was sent to destroy us.

Now he’s working behind the scenes to finish the job. He is the man who ordered the spying on Trump. The framing of Trump. Now he’s the man directing the nonstop government attacks against Trump. Just as he did to Blago.

So, Obama being gay is the least of it. America is being destroyed. Obama is at the root of every evil thing happening.

[cephalog0d]

Jason: I guess you can join my investigation, for purely practical reasons.

Dick: *immediately twists the Obnoxious Knob (Ob-knob-xious?) to 11*

(Source: DC's Ghouls Just Wanna Have Fun)

[kcrabb88]

Took Obes and Quin on a date to the new songbird aviary at the zoo here in DC! They had a really good time 🥰

[wildshona]

I'm OK

So last night's post caused some worry. Sorry. It was a bit of a day and evening.

I went to see Toni yesterday afternoon.for those who haven't picked this up she is my doctor as well as the other stuff. I am always wet when i go to see her and she was examining my girly parts yesterday. It is a bit difficult being examined when u r having an orgasm at the same time.

Anyway I need an operation to repair some damage from growing up. Nothing serious so in 2 or 3 months I will be stretched out for a bit of minor surgery.

So despite the orgasms i was a bit low. Got homr drank some wine, made some dinner, ate and the door buzzer goes.

i look through the cameras and Owu is at the entrance with a bottle in his hand. Thought he would visit as he was in the area and he thought i might be lonely.

So I let him in and he comes up in the lift and takes off his coat and jacket and keeps going til i've got a naked 6''6" Nigerian with a hard cock standing in front of me with a bottle of brandy in his hand and he has already ben drinking

get glasses princess

well, alright so i roll with it and i go to the kitchen to get the glasses and he folllows me and his hands r up my skirt. Naturally i'm not wearing knickers and he is fingering my cunt while he pins me against the kitchen unit and pouring drinks.

Drink princess.

And another

so i'm 2 glasses of brandy down on top of the wine earliers and i am bent across the kitchen unit, feet off the ground with Owu's enormous cock pounding me.

He just lifts me up and walks out of the kitchen to the nearest bedroom. I mean I am facing away from him dangling from his cock my feet miles off the ground.

The first bedroom happens to be Zoe's. Obs shes not there cos shes at Toni's with Amelia. So I am face down on her bed surrounded by cuddly toys, Owu's arms are under my armpits from behind and then hands togethr behind my neck so my arms are trapped and flapping like birds wings as he pounds into me.

little white princess, why dont u come back to Nigeria with me next week, i'll talk to Chris about him giving u to me. he's got your sister now.he will let me have u.

all the time he is ramming his massive cock into me until, three Shona orgasms later he fills me up with his cum.

Then he is dragging me out to the lounge, throws me on the sofa, goes and gets the brandy, tips one down my throat before he pushes me to go down on his cock all the while talking about taking me to Nigeria.

He doesn't cum again he hauls me on to his lap, feedsmeanother brandy and pushes my arse down on to his cock with his hand over my mouth to smother ny scream,

i mean he is big and the only lube is cum and saliva on his cock and cum on my arse. so yes i was fucking screaming into his hand. It was honestly like taking my stallion dildo except in a rough arse fuck..

Gotta admit i was abit like arag doll flopping around as he fucked me. I didn't want to cum honest but they kept on going orgasm after orgasm til i was a rag dog in a fit.

Then i felt him bulge and hot cum filled my arse.

A few momnets later and i'm carried again still dangling from his cock and he throws me on the bed and he leaves.

I stagger from the bedroom about 15 mins later and he's gone.

why was my first thought to post what i posted last night fuck knows. you people have got in to my head.

Then I phoned Chris. I am under strict instructions to not let Owu into the flat again and to move in with Toni which he will arrange from DC.

I'm in the bath now bathing my sore arse. I've texted Bai to cancel Vanessa tonight and to re-arrange. i've explained y.

So after therapy which happens to ne today i'll move over to Toni's.

'll let Chris and Richard deal with Owu.

Still my score for 2025 is now 10.

[smww4ever]

Wonder Woman: “We have a fan base that loves us and believes we should be together.”

Internet Tribunal: “Oh really??”

Crowd Screams Behind Them:

“Wondy should be with Bats because he’s rich!”

“She should be with Thanos!”

“Wondy needs to be with girls.”

“More b-o-o-b action!”

“Superman can only be with Lois even after she dies. Like a Zombie Superman.”

“Maybe PowerGirl, she has bigger bo-obs than Wondy.”

“We can’t have any more of this Superwonder nonsense on a SuperWonder page!“

“She just needs to be single.“

“Put him with Supergirl.“

“What about Spidey?”

“Hey how about He-man!”

“She should just date Godzilla at this point!”

“What happened to that Mermaid he was involved with?”

“What Mermaid?”

“It was in the comics.”

“So what!”

“You’re not a real DC fan!”

“Oh yea neither are you!”

“Guys, guys it’s not canon.”

“What about the multiverse?”

“Only Marvel does multiverses.”

Crowd gasps in horror and disbelief.

Crowds begins to fight each other.

Starbucks cups and falafel can be seen being thrown into the air…

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[lenichque]

Tag Game: Get to Know Your Mutuals <3

thank you, @mapofyourstars, for the tag! ily 🌹

What's the origin of your blog title?

slapped a french-like ending onto my decade old nickname.

OTP(s) + Shipname:

i’ll list the ones i’m currently actively engaging with

dc: superbat, twobats, timkon, jondami, boostle

hades game: aresdite

x-men: cherik, xavierine

Favourite colour:

pastel pink, blue and purple + light brown

Favourite game:

danganronpa???

honorable mentions: hades, life is strange, sims 3

Song stuck in your head:

guess by charli xcx ft. billie eilish 😭

Weirdest habit/trait?

i put all the food i buy into the fridge, doesn’t matter what it is. i almost never turn on the lights when i’m alone somewhere (at home or at work). i have water with everything, even other drinks.

Hobbies:

writing, drawing, cycling, yoga, walking, badminton

If you work, what's your profession?

i work at a language school, helping people to learn some english, french and german.

If you could have any job you wish, what would it be? Realistically?

i’d love to be a vet or an ob/gyn :(

or bake cakes

or work on a farm

i’d like to do something useful :(((

Something you're good at:

enduring

Something you're bad at:

confronting people about something they did

Something you love:

fanfiction 💘

Something you could talk about for hours off the cuff:

true crime…

Something you hate:

conservatives and right-wingers

getting up early

Something you collect:

postcards, comic books, different heart-shaped things (pendants, earrings, sunglasses, rings etc)

Something you forget:

to buy things i tell myself i need to by on my way home from work

What's your love language?

"I saw this and thought of you."

Favourite movie/show:

it’s the hardest question ever i immediately forgot all the movies i’ve ever watched

Favourite food:

pizza… and kfc

Favourite animal:

cats and chickens. and sharks!!

What were you like as a child?

i was a pretty loud and active kid, typical, but when i started school something happened and i became really quiet and shy and reserved, i got into reading and didn’t have many friends. i never reconnected with my original cheerful self sadly :(

Favourite subject at school?

english! and german. and art history. and i was also surprisingly good at chemistry until i switched schools.

Least favourite subject:

physics 💀

What's your best character trait?

i endure. idk, i’d say i’m pretty chill and helpful, it’s impossible to say something wrong to me, so i almost never have any arguments with anyone. and i can be funny sometimes.

What's your worst character trait?

i need a lot of alone time. which makes it hard for me to find new friends bc people usually find this annoying and think it means i don’t like spending time with them. i’m also not very tactile.

If you could change any detail of your life right now, what would it be?

i’d finally move out of my parents’ place. and having more free time would be nice too so i could finally do some writing and drawing 😮‍💨

If you could travel in time, who would you like to meet?

i’d go to the cranberries’ concert to see dolores o'riordan :( i still can’t forgive myself to wasting that chance when i had it. may she rest in peace.

tagging with no pressure 🙌 @rin-hanarin @tony-buddenbrook @andr33yy @retrobr @inmymagnetoera and anyone that’d like to fill this 🤗

[jeonqkooks]

All you ever do is keep talking about the obs dc server and it’s getting boring🥱

Why don’t you use that energy on actually writing the next part

no! 😚 and for that you can afford to wait some more 💕

[loki-who-remains]

I really loved the title of the latest episode, so without further ado let's dive into science and fiction of the TVA. This is all so interesting.

The Loom exploded, apparently annihilating a bunch of timelines that were going through it. And after that went to a fail safe mode, restored and continued to weave like before: see the spinning input ring:

The same ring was moving slow in s2e1:

and completely stuck before the meltdown in s2e4:

Its explosion reset people at the TVA to respective branched timelines. I'm not sure 'the nexus event' is even a thing anymore, but Loki appearing to every one of them could be considered a nexus event if they existed on the Sacred timeline

Quick note before I forget. Time doors and time cubes are of the same nature. I guess if you were somehow to be stuck inside a time door you'd be squished. Another interesting duality of how to use the same tech: to traverse spacetime or to torture and violently kill.

Time cubes are old and have scratchy look, just like the first timedoors OB managed to open. Modern time doors look polished. Probably the old tech was repurposed into torturing devices by Miss Minutes someone else.

AC/DC AD/OB's 'lab':

Is this room safe? For the wormhole or the quantum...? This hole area is totally abandoned. No one's around for miles

OB, area being abandoned doesn't mean it's safe for any wormholes, especially for any people near it. Not even sure about whatever quantum stuff is going on.

But the building isn't random, the room is the same, just repainted. There's even the same chequered pattern on the floor though really faded. Is the TVA on Earth in a time bubble? The Loom has to be on the same level as R&A, so the TVA founders would expand around that abandoned building.

Which would mean that the infinite city around the TVA is an illusion. Or a side effect of the TVA being in some sort of a time bubble.

The question remains of how the Loom fits in with all of it. We've seen it exist suspended in, again, a seemingly infinite space. Let's say, its very construction can attract and visualise the raw time-matter (I'm still in denial of time being a matter, no matter how much I sciencefiction it in my head). When you look closely you see that timeline threads take shape the closer they are to the input ring of the Loom. But where do the weaved output timelines go? Do they go around, surrounding the TVA in a circle? And then inevitably branch, become formless and chaotic and have to be weaved back again?

Let's imagine that the TVA sits in the centre of time which flows around it and being recycled and reordered so the timelines co-exist without damaging each other. The Loom powers the TVA, and since past, present and future exist all the time, it's a life-long power source, Timely's dream.

That would explain how HWR sits in a castle in the centre of a manufactured, isolated Sacred timeline. His tempad isn't of TVA design. Was he inspired or did he just invade the TVA and steal their concepts and ideas? (Despite being himself involved with the creation of the Loom) Repurposed time doors into time cubes. Reshaped a multiverse protecting team of people into a purely bureaucratic time police.