#one look give em whiplash

[feverishvalve]

me with cloak viktor  i’m talking about him: 

[vampiremangle]

Im under the assumption that everybody is mad at me no matter what for some reason

[clockwayswrites]

Danny is a minx and I am not responsible for him.

Okay, so, you all voted and I, um, failed? We didn't get to cuddling. There should be cuddling coming? Idk, darlings, this was my third start on this and Danny took over. I've got no say in this anymore. Canon-typical violence, crude language, cross dressing, discussions of prostitution

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“You think you can fucking play us like that?!”

The shout carried easily through the crisp fall air. Red Hood sighed and changed direction away from his safe house and towards the noise.

“—fuck you up for that! Give us our fucking money back!”

“Fuck you,” snapped back a voice that Jason had come to recognize over the last several months. Right then the words dripped in fake, but damn convincing, heavy Crime Alley drawl, but Jason knew it all the same. “If yous don’t got it, don’t bet it. If yous don’t got game, don’t play it.”

“Yeah, no, I don’t think a little girl like you gets to say how this goes,” a third voice growled.

Hood clung to the edge of the roof just long enough to drop silently into the alleyway next to the dive bar. From the quick glance sent his way he was only noticed by the damn minx, so he leaned casually back against the grimy brick wall and unholstered his gun.

“Right? Yeah! Yeah, bitch! You don’t get to say how this goes!” the first voice shouted again. The guy’s shoulders were squared up as if he was some sort of threat in his overpriced, knock off bomber jacket and ill fitting jeans.

It almost made Jason want to sigh.

Actually, fuck it, Jason gave in and sighed loudly, knowing how it sounded through the modulation of his helmet. Bomber Jacket and his buddy, I Swear This is Real Italian Leather, spun around and then cowered so quick Jason swore they gave themselves whiplash.

“So,” Jason said with every ounce of disinterest he could put in his tone, “how does this go? Because right now, I’m thinking that it’s you two who are gonna be going before I put bullets between your eyes.”

“Right, um, yes Red Hood,” Bomber Jacket cowered and grabbed desperately at his friend’s pleather jacket to pull them out of there.

“And gentleman,” Jason said, making them freeze in their steps, “next time you lose your money to a pretty lady, you leave her the fuck alone about it.”

They nodded frantically as they backed the rest of the way out of alley and then took of running.

“I think you made one of ���em piss himself,” the minx said, looking from the alley way to Jason with those striking aqua eyes.

Jason just shrugged and holstered his gun. “Probably.”

The short, tight skirt clung to the minx’s legs, pulling up enough with the sashaying steps that Jason had to wonder how everything stayed hidden. He kept still as fingers tipped in bright pink nails walked their way up his chest to the red bat. Aqua peered up from below thick, dark lashes. “And did I hear right? You think I’m a pretty lady?”

“Hair is nice like this,” Jason said brushing a gloved finger through the black strands that just brushed the edges of the chin. “But surprised your cock isn’t hanging out of that skirt with how short it is.”

Danny let out a started laugh, resting his forehead against Jason’s chest for a moment before he patted it and backed up to a more respectable distance.

“Duct tape and body shapers works miracles.” The fake Gotham accent was gone and replaced with the faint Midwestern drawl that Danny only seemed to let out around Red Hood. “And don’t make that face, the duct tape is outside of the panties.”

“You can’t see my face,” Jason pointed out, a bit grumpily because he had been grimacing at the thought.

“I was still right though,” Danny said with a smug little smiling pulling on his cherry red lips. It was a good color on him. He leaned back against the wall and spread his legs in a way that Jason couldn’t help but follow with this gaze. “Everything is fine down there, Boss, just a little squished. Offer’s still on the table if you want to check out the good. No charge for my darlin’ knight.”

Jason snorted at the continued offer from Danny; it was practically as good as ‘bye’ between them at this point since Danny seemed to offer it every time. “I’m not going to be one of your Johns, Danny.”

“Told you no charge. Could just be two people who like sex,” he offered with a little shrug, but pushed himself off the wall to leave. No, Danny pushed himself up off the wall with a wince.

Jason was at his side in an instant. “One of those fuckers get you?”

“No, so no hunting them down,” Danny said. His voice was confident, but the way he actually leaned on Jason’s offered arm was worrying. “Just a bad John— ex John. That’s why I’m sharking pool instead of working the corner.”

As if Danny had to work an actual corner anymore. He appealed to a very specific type of client that could pay to have something pretty and convincing on their arm and still get what they wanted between the legs and in the sheets.

“You taking anything for it?” Jason asked.

Danny just shrugged. “Nah, Boss, nothing over the counter works on me really.”

“Clinic?”

Danny snorted. “As if. They can test for STDs and that’s about as much as I want a clinic near me.”

Jason resisted the urge to cuss at Danny. He got it. After all, he only trusted Leslie or Alfred really— or a family member in a pinch.

Maybe he could just bluster Danny into getting some help. “Right, come on.”

“What?” Danny asked, digging his heels (and fuck those were some heels) into the ground.

Not willing to put with that right then, Jason just swung his arm under Danny’s legs and scooped him up like he was nothing. Fuck the Johns really had to be able to throw Danny around if they wanted that sort of thing.

“Boss, Hood, what the fuck?!” Danny hissed.

“Safe fucking house is what the fuck so I can check you over.”

“Boss, if you wanted in the skirt—”

“Danny, shut the fuck up and let me make sure you’re alright, alright?” Jason asked, looking down at him.

Danny stared back with a frown. Then his sighed, like it was the biggest concession in the world to make. Finally he rested his head against Jason’s chest. “Fine, Boss, whatever you say.”

“Thank you,” Jason said, more gently than he meant to.

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Jason had to suck in several careful breaths as he took in the wound splashed across Danny’s ribs. “No fucking John did that to you and if they did—” if they took some sort of hot poker to Danny’s side— “I’ll kill them if they did.”

[rosieposie]

One look, give 'em whiplash

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[dollange]

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[jenniferstit]

one look, give 'em whiplash ! pac

what is it about YOU that breaks necks?

one:

whoa! ok so there are a lotttt of baddies in this group, imma just call it like i see it. what is it about you that breaks necks? everything b*tch lol. i see people obsessively watching you both in real life & in social media. i got a flash of the whiplash mv where ningning is strutting outside in her baddie outfit and sunglasses… that’s how people view you. with the sunglasses confirming the devil energy here, i’m picking up on stalker energy, very secretive. these people don’t want you to catch them watching, yet they cannot look away. you look completely unapproachable, and it’s not even just how you look: it’s your energy. pile one, your energy is unapproachable. you are highly desired, dreamboy/dreamgirl energy, but these admirers dare not approach, bc they know they do not compare. people KNOW that you will be able to see right through them, so if they are not genuinely confident, there’s no reason to try to fake it with you. you make people feel like fangirls. you literally glow SO bright, pile one. you may have a bright golden (yellow/orange) aura… i see that twice in this spread. people can quite literally see your angelic, golden light and it freaks them out! strong solar plexus energy. admirers are overwhelmed with your radiance… wow. your eyes transport people to another realm, no matter the shape or color. you have an electric stare… picking up on pluto energy/strong pluto. looking into your eyes triggers people to have past life awakenings, no joke. you may have to learn to limit your eye contact with people (i do this personally), for fear that people will latch onto your energy obsessively. aura points over 9000 lol, but seriously… your aura is incredibly calming & reassuring, so be careful. people see you as genuinely too good to be true. a true fantasy. there’s also something about a friend group being highlighted. if you have a solid friend group, you and your friends are all unapproachable, and the energy exchange between you all (esp publicly) is incredible. are you secretly in a coven? lol.

extras: 11, 1111, 111111, strong cancer, sagittarius placements. 11H in cancer/sag. strong pluto. electric stare, solar plexus energy, heart chakra activation, strong 11th house, golden aura, psychic seeing, strong sight, & past life activation.

two:

right off the bat, the energy here feels very sultry. i’m picking up on more of a romantic, sad girl, lana del rey kinda vibe. if that’s not who you are internally, than that is how other people see you. you give off a heartbroken vibe. others may ask if you’re tired or exhausted when you’re totally fine lol. OR it’s that you genuinely are exhausted when it comes to matters of the heart… you may feel emotionally drained and others can pick up on that. despite that, you do have this regal authority. you’ve been through a lot therefore you crave peace. people see you as highly selective with whom you entertain. people see you as someone who does not play. you seem like you mean business and are quickly onto the next thing. you may even come across like you have somewhere important to be. there’s something about movement here… the way you move. are you a dancer? do you travel? your energy feels very mature. you are an old soul with many previous incarnations. people may meet you and recognize your energy signature from an ancient incarnation. do people tell you that you look familiar? or that you remind them of someone they know? you shine, pile two. people idealize about what it would be like to be in a relationship with you. i’m also getting something about people enjoying watching you sleep? LOL. maybe while traveling? (i’ve actually caught a flight attendant watching me sleep). admirers want to know what it’s like to sleep next to you… again, this vibe is very romantic. you have an air of grace around you. people can tell you carry a spiritual momentum. you may even have protective guides / angels / passed on loved ones who are always attached to your energy field. people can sense that. your energy pulls people in. people can tell your purpose in this lifetime is grand, and they want to be a part of it. people admire the stability you carry & may even want to possess it for themselves… there’s something about ownership coming through. you are a treasure. people think you would be the trophy in the relationship. physically, i’m seeing very radiant tan to deep brown skin that is very noticeable to others. jewelry & piercings are also coming through. if you wear headscarves or head accessories, people love that about you. teacher energy, people want to learn from you.

extras: 7H in aries/leo/sag. strong north node, strong 2H. 2H in taurus/virgo/capricorn. grace/being graceful, gold jewelry, blue hair, access to akashic records, esoteric knowledge, invitations, spirit orbs/light orbs, & grand trine.

three:

what about you breaks necks pile three? your potential. people see you as someone who could do anything they want to do. people might even see you as someone who is overwhelmed by your own potential, so you stay trapped in your routines. you have a LOT of resources to share with others: love, energy, abundance, wisdom, etc. the energy here is very similar to pile two in that sense… there is a teacher-like wisdom present. however, people may understand that your belief system about relationships is different than others. you give yourself everything that you need and do not rely on relationships with others the way most people do. relationships for you are like dessert: fun but not always necessary. you have the ability to provoke, heal, and transform others, but you choose not to do so. you only engage with others this way when you hear the call. i’m picking up on a lot of projectors here (human design). projectors rely on invitations in order to engage with others, otherwise their energy will be met with anger, disgust, jealousy, & a general lack of understanding. your past experiences with others have now caused you to be extremely selective, as you should be. there is an energy of self-mastery here. you see more than others will ever understand. you have successfully developed and balanced both divine masculine and feminine energies within yourself. you give off an energy of completion. i’m feeling like you’ve closed dozens of karmic cycles. you are far beyond your age group. you are beyond even people twice your age spiritually/karmically. true independence. you may feel like people don’t like this about you, but there is an audience for you somewhere out there. you engage the world around you with an authenticity that you rarely ever see in others. unicorn energy. some of you may identify with having been on a twin flame journey. i have my own thoughts of TFs but in general, the only goal of a TF journey is to balance the masculine & feminine energies within a single soul… that is it. this group is filled with souls who have experienced MANY trials in this lifetime in order to align the energies necessary to fulfill your individual life paths. this is a very very unique pile. sages, healers, spiritualists. you are meant to operate less on an individual level, and more on a wide-scale, even global level. share your wisdom!

extras: feline energy, DNA activation, past life activation, strong mars, mercury, venus & pisces. telepathic message, clairvoyance, ascension, celebrity, 333, 3333, & 345.

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[rogueddie]

Warmth and Safety T | 808 words Prompt for @steddielovemonth: Love is the heartbeat I can feel when I hug him

Steve knows he should be in his own hospital room. Not only so other people can visit too, but because of how his head spins as he struggles to walk down the corridor.

The white walls are too clinical, too metalic. They look nothing like the Russians underground lair, but mixed with the sharp stench of bleach and medicine? It's mixing into a cruel cocktail that has his instincts screaming for Robin.

He pushes forward, gritting his teeth and- trying- to ignore the memories trying to haunt him.

"Steve," Eddie greets, when he finally makes it through the door into his room, sounding exhausted. "What the hell, man?"

"I'm fine," Steve lies, hating how breathless he sounds. He sags into the chair next to Eddies bed, grimacing. "Just need a minute... catch my breath. There's, like, so many stairs."

Eddie is silent for a long moment, but Steve can feel his eyes boring into his head.

"What?"

"Wh- you shouldn't be here, man!" Eddie says. He sounds too exhausted for the stern tone to have any effect. "The nurses have told you already. You need to heal. You can't do that if you're dragging yourself around to... I don't know, check on us?"

"I need to make sure you're ok."

"We're in a hospital. We're as ok as we can get."

"I get that, but..."

The clock chimes, the earth rumbling as the town reads apart, Dustin's screams...

"Yeah, I know," Eddie sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose. "I understand, alright? But you need to cut this shit out."

"I can't."

"Steve-"

"I need to know that you're alive. I need to know. It's not enough to hear that you're ok, I need to see it. I need to, Eds."

"Jesus Christ," he throws his head back, sighing heavy and dramatically.

But then he lifts his head, smirking a little as he opens an arm out towards him, beckoning him closer.

"Come here, big boy, let me give you a hug."

Steve rolls his eyes, but he does as he told, standing up so he was shuffle to the bed.

"You don't have to say it all creepy, man, you'll give me ideas."

"Promise?" Eddie wiggles his eyebrows. But his playfulness quickly morphs into exasperation again when he huffs out, "just sit down, Steve, come on, come here."

It takes a lot of gesturing and, eventually, slight man handling, but eventually Eddie gets Steve to lay down next to him. He tugs Steve's head down so his ear is resting on his chest and, with some hesitation, he curls an arm around Eddie's waist.

He can feel his heartbeat, thumping against his ear, matching the beeping of the monitor.

"There," Eddie mumbles, brushing his fingers down Steve's spine. "Better, right?"

"... yeah."

His heart is pounding, almost as much as Eddie's is. It's only a little reassuring that Eddie is just as nervous as him- he can only hope it's for the same reason.

"You need to take care of yourself too," Eddie continues. "Who's gonna run around after those brats of you don't heal right? Me? I'm a bad influence, Stevie, you know I'll make 'em worse."

"You'd do great, they love you."

"Noooo," he squeezes Steve a little tighter, whining as high as he can get his voice to go. "Please, I'm begging, I'll go insane if I have to deal with them alone!"

"Now you know how I feel."

"God, I wish I didn't," Eddie sighs, turning serious again so fast that Steve feels like he's getting whiplash. "This whole thing is fucked. Those kids are only, like, fifteen."

Steve hesitates for a moment, before whispering, "I was sixteen, when this all started. Back in 83.x

"Jesus."

"Yeah, it's... I don't know. Like, I know it's horrible, but I like it when it's like this. Everyone in one place, knowing that there's doctors and shit nearby."

"That's not horrible. You know they're being cared for."

"Yeah, but it's worse this time. Like... I keep thinking that one day I'll wake up and we won't have made it. This will be some stupid dream and you and Max..."

"We're still here," Eddie brings a hand up to his head, brushing his hair back. "You can feel it, right? I'm right here. We're not going anywhere."

Steve nods, closing his eyes so he can focus on Eddie's heartbeat.

"You know I love seeing you, right? Just... at least get a wheelchair or something. Please?"

Something is his chest cracks at how Eddie's voice breaks, how pained and desperate he sounds.

"Ok. I can do a wheelchair."

"Good. You start taking care of yourself and we can do this everyday."

"Promise?"

"Yeah," Eddie whispers, hand finally coming to a stop, cupping his cheek. "Yeah, I promise. Whenever and for however long you need. I'll be right here."

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