#or like its personality or something.

[princemolder]

Sonia Sotomayor comes into your place of business and asks you if you agree with her ruling in Williamson Vs. Mazda and the whole time she's giving sexy looks to a car parked outside what do you do?

[silosbears]

i think alphonse would still experience depersonalization and dysmorphia even after getting his body back

[starry-bi-sky]

I am loudly pushing the batdad agenda i am loudly pushing the— DPxDC Prompt

“Woah. You look like shit."

Granted, that’s probably not the first thing Danny should be saying to the guy that just bit the curb, but in his defense; he’s not running on 100% right now either.

The man -- tall, towering, and broader than Danny is tall -- whips around on his heel, black frayed cape flaring out impressively. Danny would've whistled in appreciation, but he takes the time instead to wipe the back of his hand across his mouth, smearing the blood running from his nose across his cheek.

"Sorry." He blinks widely, not even flinching as the man with the horns zeroes in on him. "That was rude of me. I have a really bad brain-to-mouth filter; Sam says its what always gets me into trouble."

And she's not wrong either, per say. His smart mouth is what landed him in this situation -- with blood blossom extract running through his veins and cannibalizing the ectoplasm in his bloodstream. Thanks Vlad.

The man grunts at him; a short, curt "hm" that shouldn't make Danny smile, but he does because he's somewhat delirious and probably concussed. The man keeps some kind of distance, sinking towards the shadows of Gotham's alleyway like he dares to melt right into it.

If it's supposed to scare Danny, it doesn't work. Danny's never been afraid of the dark; he's always been able to hide himself in it. He blinks slowly at the mass of shadows.

"You look hurt." The shadows says, blurring together around the edges. Danny squints, and licks his lips to get the blood dripping down his chin off. Ugh, he hates the taste of blood.

"I am." He says, "My godfather poisoned me. M'dying." The agony of the blood blossom eating him from the inside out looped back around to numbing a while ago, so all he feels is half-awake and dazed.

"Hey," Danny stumbles forward towards the man, a bloodied hand reaching out to him. "You-- you're a hero, right? You're not attacking me; which is more than I can say for most costumed people I've met." Maybe it's a poor bar to judge someone at, but he's already established that Danny's not in his right mind.

The man makes no change in expression, but Danny realizes blearily that it's hard to tell with the shadows on his face. He stays still long enough for Danny to latch onto the cape -- stretchy, but almost soft under his fingers.

He looks up blearily into the whites of the man's eyes. "Can you help me? I don't-- I don't wanna die." Again. He doesn't wanna die again. He blinks slow and lizard-like. "I mean- I'll probably get to see mom and dad again, but I told them I'd at least try and make it to adulthood."

There's a clatter down the street, and Danny's ghost sense chills up his spine and leaves a bitter, ashy taste in his mouth. He immediately knows who it belongs to even before the deceptively gentle; "Daniel?" echoes down the way.

"Daniel? Quit your games, badger, Gotham is dangerous for children."

Danny's mouth pulls back, and blood spills against his tongue. "Please." He rasps, and grabs onto the shadow's cape with both hands. "Please. He's going to kill me. Please--"

"Daniel? Is that you?"

His lips part, dragging in air to plead with the darkness again. He doesn't need to, the whites of his eyes narrow, and the cape whirls around him before Danny can blink. Soon swaddled in shadows, the Night lifts him up, and steals him away.

[egophiliac]

Final manifestations for Book 7?

I'm trying REALLY hard not to build up any solid expectations, because I wanna go in ~fresh~! they're already so far away from anything I thought would happen (not in a bad way, I'm just accepting that I'm on Miss Yana's Wild Ride at this point and we're seeing this thing through 'til the end, by gum). so it's nothing too major, but:

they've been handing new crying expressions out like candy lately, I want to see some delicious Malleus tears.

honestly I want everyone to cry buckets. their tears sustain me. the more Silver angst specifically I get the happier I am.

SILVER!!!! 👏 VANROUGE!!!! 👏

just let him have this. the poor boy's been through so much. let him have his big "I'm proud of you, son" moment with Lilia.

I'm 100% expecting Grim's arc (and probably whatever's going on with Crowley) to be its own episode, but a nice hook to leave us hanging on would be good!

a nice hook though, please, I don't think I can take another "Grim is attacking us! now wait eight months to find out what happens :)" cliffhanger...

some Meleanor? as a treat? just a little bit, a tiny quick flashback or something, please Twst I just, I just want to see her again. let her have a little ghost cameo like Dawnathan Knight got. Lilia and his kids are all having their big group hug or whatever and she can gently fade in to be all like

(turning asks off until I'm done playing, SEE YOU ON THE OTHER SIDE Y'ALL)

[gravitysoda]

ideal and the real

[umblrspectrum]

happy solvermas

[milktrician]

(what the. who threw a wife plot device in the middle of a peak lord meeting)

i thought about this bit at the end of the airplane extras the other day. bro why are you looking at your coworkers like that rn

[lovebunnie]

“i love being aromantic” i say as i feel my chest cavity rotting from the inside at the unquenchable desire for love in a way that is truly a secret third thing but its not a secret i want to keep it is a secret nobody is willing to listen to and im trapped in a state of isolation of my own making because no matter how much love i have to give it will never be enough. it will never be enough. it will never be enough.

[bigfatbreak]

Birds of a Feather previous / next

[knightofleo]

Angela Orosco Silent Hill 2

[ofswordsandpens]

percy, mentally ill: I feel like I deserve to die. It's a punishment because im a horrible person. Does that sound crazy?

jason, also mentally ill: No that tracks bro samesies

[vampiresinthedaylight]

drawing w this post on loop in my mind

[dreamsy990]

drew some of my fav ody designs! wasnt originally meant to be also replicating the styles but thats sort of just how my brain works. except i didnt copy the lineart styles of anyone here so its DEFINITELY a bit uncanny for a couple of these (LOOKING AT YOU QINNY IM SO SORRY) but whatever

the designs featured here (from left to right) belong to: me, @gigizetz, @neal-illustrator, @irunaki, @bigidiotenergytm, @qinnyanimation, and @foopsie-daisy

[deathricedrawn]

i'm ready to try

[arcanegifs]

Here are some Season 2 Arcane GIF comparisons before and after I color and sharpen them! | Season 1 Comparison GIFs

[girlkisserjeanie]

being on the phone with your masc/stud/butch partner and your ears suddenly pick up on the swish of something moving repeatedly against a bedsheet, huffing breaths, and stifled, choked back groans on the other end of the line... it makes you pause your rant about that one annoying coworker who always seems to be the topic of your on-call catchups with them these days.

you ask "hey, are you alright baby?" only to hear a beat of silence before they groan out "yesjustpleasekeeptalkingfuck-" and then its clear; poor thing got so worked up hearing the sleepy lilt of your voice they just couldn't help but get themself off to you over the phone as they listened to you yap on about your day.

and you think to yourself 'why let them have all the fun?' before immediately picking up the phone (that was sat locked on the pillow next to your head intended to stay like that all night while you slept on the phone together, mind you) and pressing the button to facetime.

what greets you when they accept the facetime request is definitely a sight for sore eyes:

they're naked. at least from the chest up which is as far as you can see from the angle they've got the phone held at, camera slightly shaking from the efforts of their other arm which is clearly hard at work if the rapid shifting of their right shoulder is any indication. what's going on below their waist isn't shown, but it doesn't take a genius to figure it out and you're already getting wet at the thought of it.

their bottom lip (which looks like it's been bitten near raw from their attempts to hold back their moans this whole time) is clamped behind their top row of teeth and their eyes are hazy, shifting rapidly across the screen of their phone as they drink in the sight of you all cozy in your blankets and hair bed-ruffled.

their chest heaves as another choked back groan attempts to punch its way out of their throat -- a raw, primal reaction to the mere sight of you. you weren't even trying to appear sexy (or sound sexy on the call prior to, for that matter)! apparently just your presence alone was enough to get them humping their hand, hips bucking beyond their control as they chased their release.

"holy shit you look so fucking hot baby" they mutter, eyes rolling slightly back into their skull as their shoulder shifts even faster and their movements become more rapid and desperate. "that pretty face is gonna make me cum."

and as much as you'd like to drag this out, make them wait as you slipped your own hand into your panties so you could cum together, it's obvious that they'd been at it for a while.. it turned you on even more to know that while you were innocent and ignorant, chatting on about the happenings of your day, their hand was shoved into their underwear as they got themself off to the sound your voice.

"yeah? you tease, and it's almost mockingly said. "is my baby going to cum just from the sight of me? i haven't even done anything!" you can admit there's an intentional tone to your words; you're egging them on, knowing the slight hints of degradation is what they want when they're feeling particularly needy like this, even if they're too proud to admit it.

it sparks a sharp blossom of shame that they can practically feel in their chest, their cheeks burning as they nod frantically. "fuck yes... yeah.. hah-" they're panting now, "yeah i'msoclosebabyplease-" their words begin to slur together as they hurdle closer to the edge

"mmmmfff-" you can't help but let out a moan in response to that, your own thighs pressing together for some sort of relief. they really must've worked themselves up if they're begging like that and it turns you on. "that's it, love. cum for me" you soothe.

they seem to momentarily forget themselves, letting out an uncharacteristically high-pitched whimper that thins out into silence for one.....two.....three beats as they dangle on the edge,

and then their orgasm slams into them like a freight train.

a gritted and groaned out "fuuuuuuuck" is heard and their eyes go unfocused, mouth hanging open as they work themselves through it, that ever-shifting right shoulder finally going still while their hips take over, grinding hard into their own palm.

you wait patiently, watching the camera tilt and shake during the come-down process, your hand skimming over your chest and trailing past your tummy to reach and push your panties down and off.

and you're delighted to see that lazy, post-orgasmic grin slide clean off their face only to be replaced with a heated, lustful gaze when you angle your phone right in front of your pussy, delicately spreading yourself open with the fingers of your other hand.

"it's my turn now, baby."

reblogs always appreciated 18+ wlw only! men and minors dni. you will be blocked.