#red event

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hi miss v!! 🥺 i hope you're having a wonderful day/night <3 this event is rly cute 🥺..,, could i request "you could be the one that i keep" and sanemi? thank you.,, giving u a little smooch.., <3333

sanemi shinazugawa x you could be the one that I keep

“I honestly can’t believe you” Obanai is not put off by your scowl in the slightest, if anything he’s fighting back a smile.

“I remember mentioning the night out”

“You never mentioned drinks being on Tengen” you hiss and this time he does smirk.

“Not our fault your man can’t hold his liquor”

His words light a fire in your stomach and you feel blood rushing all the way to your cheeks.

“He’s not—”

“Yeah, yeah, not yet because both of you are goddamn idiots” his gaze suddenly shifts from your eyes to something behind you.

“Hey” the greeting is soft, he’s always softer when he’s drunk “finally decided to join us?” you know he only has a hand on your shoulder to balance himself and you’re certain his lips feel too close to the shell of your ear only because he’s doing a terrible job at not tripping over his own feet.

“I’m here to drive you home” well, it’s not like you’re being any better at playing off your self-consciousness as annoyance.

You expect protests, outrage, a little tantrum even, but all Sanemi does is huff through his nose and glare at Obanai.

“I told you I’m fine” he slightly sways and the grip on your shoulder tightens.

“Sure you are” his best friend clicks his tongue and flashes him a smile “we’re gonna leave too in a bit and there’s only so much space in Kyojuro’s car”

The lie is so blatant is offensive, really. Sober Sanemi would’ve kicked his ass.

“Fine” drunk him sleepily mumbles instead, before he puts his entire arm around your shoulders “take me home, then”

Such simple words have your insides churning. Glaring one final time at Obanai, you walk past him and towards the exit.

As you navigate the crowded bar, Sanemi barely registers the hollering coming from the table he was sitting at until you showed up, his friends yelling for you to join them. He stumbles slightly against you, far too distracted by the fruity scent of your hair and the arm you have secured around his waist.

The breeze outside is cool. He actually knows he’s long gone from the way he can feel the thumping of the music from the bar right inside his stomach, from how breathing suddenly takes more effort. Must be why he stumbles forward until he’s leaning up against your car as soon as he spots the familiar honda civic, a soft laugh escaping his lips when he opens his eyes and sees the way you’re looking at him.

“M’okay” he assures, flushed cheeks and pale eyes “I apologize for being a nuisance”

It’s just that I feel I could swim through the sidewalk right now so I need a moment, he mentally adds.

You giggle and Sanemi forces his eyes to focus because he doesn’t want blurry vision to keep him from witnessing the beautiful way your eyes crinkle.

“What?” he asks, mirroring your smile by muscle memory.

“Nothing” you shrug and the oversized coat you’re wearing almost swallows you whole “I like it when you’re drunk and talk like that”

“Like what?”

“All formal and solemn” you giddily grin underneath the streetlights and Sanemi rolls his eyes. It’s a mistake, because his stomach contracts from a pang of nausea right away. He feels dizzy and hates the fact that you’re there just as his designated driver, he hates that the alcohol currently buzzing through his veins has him already reaching the stage where he’s about to throw up. He wishes you would’ve showed up when he was still two drinks in, the thinking about you enough to just fucking kiss you if you were here stage.

“Come on, let’s go” he’s having a hard time standing without swaying so you inch forward to open the passenger side door and help him climb onto your leather seat. You feel the warmth radiating from his body as you buckle him in and Sanemi has to dig his nails into his palms to keep his hands from grabbing you by the waist.

It’s a quick drive to his apartment, he rents a place close to downtown. He’s spent the entire ride in silence, just looking at you and being quick to turn his attention to the dash whenever you’d glance at him to make sure he was still awake. Right as you park before his apartment complex, Sanemi rolls down his window and just rests his head against the seat, eyes closed.

“We’re here” your fingers lightly drum on the steering wheel. He knows it’s the middle of the night and you’re probably aching to go back to bed already, but he wants this moment to last just a bit longer. Your perfume smells too nice and your voice is too gentle for him to simply get out of the car and crawl back to his empty flat.

“Nemi?”

“Yeah. I won’t fall asleep, don’t worry. Can we just stay like this for a second?” he doesn’t need to open his eyes to know that you’re getting comfortable in your own seat. His heart swells with relief at your little sure.

“Wanna tell me how much you had to drink?” your tone is playful but he scoffs nonetheless, opening his eyes once more. To avoid looking at you, he pulls the latch of your glove box to the left to open it. Vehicle paperwork, receipts, $10 in quarters, a lipstick and…

“Can’t believe you kept this” he mumbles to himself as he takes the little keychain he’s bought for you at a fair so many years before, when you still barely knew each other and he already knew how big of a problem you were going to become.

“M’not like you, I keep everything” you smile.

Sanemi scoffs.

“I could keep you” he thinks to himself “you could be the one that I keep”

Thank god he wouldn’t dare speak those words out loud.

Or would he?

You let out a suffocated gasp.

[sayruq]

Israel is also bombing Southern Lebanon

[fyeahblackactresses]

Wunmi Mosaku and Michael B. Jordan at the New York City premiere of Sinners

[crystallizsch]

me when i lie so vil doesnt get mad at me 🙏

[coff3w]

The Bola's gas masks.

[jjenthusee]

Sunglasses Pt. 1 🤍

It’s Valentines Week!! I wanted to give you all something a little special this upcoming silly holiday and to celebrate over 900 followers 💐

This is my first post of my Valentines Event! please check out the link because this is my first event :D I HOPE YOU ALL LIKE THE DRAWING 🤍

[hanasnx]

Not that I’ve thought about it but I just want clark to fuck me into the mattress after a fight, like legs up on his shoulders and all and then him being condescending and stuff, definitely red k Clark

MINORS DNI 18+

NOTES: DC is for December Event! — request DC characters.

“Not much—mm—to say now, huh?” RED!CLARK KENT grills you through his own grunts of effort, big hands clamped on your hips to stay in control of your movements. “Nothing for that shrill little voice to nag about ‘cept how hard I’m going.” Sharply, he exhales through his nose just as you gasp, his tip cutting a little too deep, shocking you at the touch of your cervix. It’s the position, it just makes it too accessible. Your feet bob next to his head with every sheathe while he keeps you folded over yourself with his weight.

“You are going too hard—!” you complain, but it’s just to get at him. Rough fingers press into your flesh, and you cry out as he uses your words against you.

“See what I mean?” he remarks, and the smirk in his lips exposes one of his famous dimples. Curtly, he adjusts you, propping himself up over you so he can lay his body over the backs of your thighs. It raises your hips naturally, makes the fit a little more comfortable. At the sight of your fluttering eyes, he leans in for a kiss, sucking on your pliant lips while the sounds of sex fill the room. He lets off with a pop, but murmurs against your mouth, “No matter how much we fight,” that irresistible Clark Kent charm shines through in his grin, flaring up your irritation at how easy it is for him to get you to forgive him. His head nods up. “Your ankles always have a place on my shoulders.”

[batbusiness-schooldropout]

Tim: You can't just run around here shirtless! Where's your binder!?

Jason: Shit! Where is my...... Did you forget I'm cis?

Tim:........maybe. It's hard not to when your tits are bigger than mine

Damian: You forgot too, idiot

Jason: Why don't you wait until you're taller than my tits before you run your mouth

Bruce: I will give you each $500 right now to talk about anything else

[incorrectbatfam]

[mallylonglegs]

They did it!

Live action rise of the Red King!

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Hope you're having fun with your event! I'd like to request I'll do anything you say if you say it with your hands with Eren if that's okay!

eren yeager x I'll do anything you say if you say it with your hands

note: a tiny bit inspired by an ask received by @bloompompom!

“Eren”

He groans.

“Can you be a grown up for once?”

“I’m literally going to die if you make me take that”

You snort.

“Maybe then I’d be able to find some peace”

He glares at you and it sucks how much he looks like nothing but a kicked puppy underneath all those blankets.

“You don’t love me” he dramatically sighs and turns his head to the other side, a few strands of hair messily sticking to his forehead. What a headache.

Defeated, you sit on the side of the bed and gently feel his temperature by grazing a flushed cheek with your knuckles.

“I love you” it’s hushed albeit exasperated, coated in nothing but sincere concern. Perhaps that’s why he turns to look back at you right away “and I want you to feel better. Please, take it?”

The green in the eyes peering at you from underneath the covers is dull, a sour reminder of the difficult night you went through. Your body waking you up by pure instinct, the coldness of his very much empty spot prompting you to sit up and call his name. A painfully hoarse go back to sleep groaned from behind the bathroom door, followed by telltale sounds that had you rushing to his side without a second thought.

Now, Eren can be tough to deal with under normal circumstances: a relationship with him requires patience and a carefully built balance. But when he’s sick? Oh, the tragedy. The dramatics. In the last couple hours he’s whined about being about to die at least fifteen times, grumbled that you don’t understand, you never went through this at your Eren, it’s just a flu remark and you were honestly unable to keep count of all the sighs, moans and groans.

As you run your fingers through his locks, he fights the urge to shut his eyes because he still has a battle to win.

“It tastes like poison” Eren glares at the medicine in your hand. He’s right, you’ve had it before, it truly tastes like twice baked shit with a side of fuck you. But there’s no need to make that clear.

“I have water, crackers and chocolate” the pads of your fingers are massaging his scalp just the way he likes it “can you be the brave, strong man I’m so in love with? Can you do that for me, baby?” literal honey trickles from your sweet lips into his very chest and Eren knows he’s, once again, fucked. But that doesn’t mean he doesn’t have one last resort to rely on.

As he wraps them around yours, he’s well aware his lithe fingers are ice cold, if the shudders lightly shaking his body serve as an indicator. But you don’t pull back as he takes your hand and brings it to his mouth, chapped lips grazing each of your knuckles with surprising softness.

Eren had every intention of dropping the big guns. Shameless flattery with a pinch of intentionally clumsy flirting: there’s a soft spot reserved for his most authentic moments, the vulnerability that comes with genuine intimacy. He’s a natural charmer but he loves that he doesn’t have to be one all the time. Not with you.

With you, Eren can crack dad jokes and lame puns, wrap his arms around your frame and childishly refuse to let go, free to be as clingy as he likes. He can whine and moan and let out embarrassingly needy whimpers because he can always be the most honest version of himself, a version that needs you with a force so powerful it often floods his senses and better judgement.

But right now? The soft smile on your lips, the raw affection you’re looking at him with, are telling him everything he needs to know. You win. And it’s not because of sickly sweet words meant to stroke his ego. It’s because you’ve spent the entire night by his side, didn’t sleep a minute to make sure he could rest. Even as he could barely register the frantic back and forth between the bedroom and his kitchen, he felt the wet cloth placed on his forehead and the back of his neck, he remembers the taste of the honey and black pepper mixture meant to soothe his cough. More vivid than anything else is your caring touch, never leaving his cheeks, hair, wrists.

“You’re about to fall asleep” your chuckle does something funny to his chest.

Eren attempts to sit up with another exaggerated groan and you support him with a hand on his back, syrupy medicine ready in its plastic cup.

“I’ll do anything you say” he grumbles, glaring at the white liquid “if you say it with your hands” Eren adds in a murmur. And just like that, you lightly skim the line of his jaw with your fingers, then let them travel across his eyelids and allow them to linger on his lips for just a second, rising up to pinch his nose the moment they part for you.

He swallows the bitter medicine with a grimace and eagerly downs the water you offer him right after, forcing himself to focus on the sweet praises you’re muttering with your nose nuzzled into the crook of his neck. His skin is too hot and Eren knows you’re about to get up to go get another damp washcloth, which is why he doesn’t risk it and wraps an arm around your body instead of reaching over to the nightstand to grab a cracker.

“’Ren, lie back down”

“Yeah, yeah, in a second”

You can’t help but deflate against him, shutting your own eyes when he kisses the crown of your head.

“Thank you” it’s barely a whisper muffled by your hair but it makes you smile so wide.

“Anytime, you big baby”

He huffs.

“You know, there’s still something you could do to help, hands n'all”

“Eren, I’m not going to fuck a flu out of you”

[awwriri]

⠀⠀⠀⠀ ᮫᮫̑̑ ᮫᮫̑̑ あきらねまいで　♫ ❤︎ 💧☘️

⠀ 、⠀⠀🍏⠀⠀⎯⎯ しんでもきみおはなさいぞ　( ◡‿◡ *)

[sayruq]

[batfamhastwitter]

Shrimp event

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Part 46.5! I know that Tim doesn't actually have a shrimp allergy in canon, but this was way too funny to pass up lmao

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[crystallizsch]

“you two got lucky” my ass i know your game ace trappola 🫵

[glitter-stained]

Me explaining Jason lore to a friend:

Me: So his dad goes to jail and then he takes care of his mom while she's sick and develops addiction but she dies and then he's on the streets, where he's like, starving. But then he tries to steal the wheels of the Batmobile and meets Batman!

Her: oh nice

Me: yeah, after a quick stint in a terrible group home he's taken in by Batman and becomes Robin and he's an absolute sweetheart, he has his issues sometimes but like they're so understandable and he's the cutest! And then he may or may not kill a man after finding the body of his victims who killed herself, and then he finds out his mom wasn't his bio mom so he runs away to find her, but he tells her he's robin and then she betrays him and sells him out the Joker, who brutally beats him up with a crowbar! And then there's a bomb that explodes and he tries to shield his bio mom from the blast! And she still dies! And he also dies! At fifteen years old!

Her: wait what

Me: and then he wakes up in his grave

Her : oh no

Me: and he has to dig himself out.

Her: what

Me: and then he immediately gets hit by a fucking car and is brought to the hospital where he immediately falls into a coma

Her: wtf

Me: and then he's catatonic because of brain damage

Her: ...

Me: It gets worse.