#so it goes here now

[joeyclaire]

fluffybird au where red guy is a figure skater who has just suffered a disappointing performance at his first grand prix final and returned heartbroken to his family’s inn and hot springs in clayhill and one day as he’s blowing off some steam at the skating rink he reenacts his idol duck’s championship grand prix performance and his friend tapes the whole thing uploads it to youtube where it quickly goes viral and catches the attention of duck himself. a couple days later duck arrives at red guy’s inn and hot springs in clayhill and demands to be his new coach

[d20owlbear]

WW AU-Beach Scene

This was for @cassieoh a while back

There's a sound in the distance. It's faint, but up at the top of Themiscyra's cliffs above the ocean, Aziraphale hears it. She closes her eyes and raises her face to Helios; her heart slows, her breathing stops, and she listens. 

Faintly at first, barely more than the drone of a fly ammai away, and then louder. The noise sounds like nothing she's ever heard before, growing deeper and louder… and more dangerous sounding. It raised the hairs on the back of her neck, and she wished she had her sword still at her waist, no matter that she'd given it over earlier that day. 

It was coming… from the clouds. Silently, she beseeched Theia to sharpen her sight, and within moments she caught a streak of black and beige in the distance as it crashed through the barriers protecting her home. Her heart picked back up and she felt Apheliotes tug at her heels, and the refreshing breeze made the leather feathers of her pteryges stirred at her thighs and she watched the streak marring the sky draw closer and closer. She watched as the thing fell, burning and breaking apart, leaving trails of soot in the sky. If she were a poet, perhaps she'd think of it like ink smudged across vellum, but instead she was a warrior. 

The muscles in her thighs tightened and her hands curled into fists as she watched the thing crash into the gentle ocean. There was a person attached to it, she caught that much at least, and her heart warred within her chest with the warnings her mother, the Queen, had given her all her life. But… could she be so cruel? Could she give Poseidon yet another soul to bring down to Charon with no way to pay their passage? Surely– surely even if it was only to bury that person, it would be better to–

Aziraphale burst into action as the thought trailed off, berating herself for waiting for so long already, and she felt the power in her body coil under her skin and the lightning that ran through her veins crackle within. And, with little more fanfare, she ran. Her feet beat a tattoo into the earth behind her, leaving imprints of her feet in the dust, and she pushed off the edge of the cliff knowing that any podoi she could cover in her fall was another second gained against Poseidon. 

She dove, breaking the surface of the water with her fingertips, forcing it to yield to the strength of her will and her body, and like a seabird she curved up towards the surface with all her momentum behind her to send her forward. 

~~

Crowley frantically pulled at the control stick that had warped in the crash and pinned her thigh to the seat underneath her. The plane around her broke apart, cockpit tearing from the tail and wings long since sundered. At least she wasn't on fire anymore…

Except this bloody bar wouldn't budge! Her leather gloves were useless now, sodden and heavy, slipping over the handle of the bar as she struggled with it, all the while she sank inch by inch. As she fell under, Crowley took one last breath of air, and her stomach dropped to the depths. Was this how she would die? After everything… maybe they'd give her family a medal for her. That was a nice thought.

She struggled even though it was hopeless, unable to lay down and accept her fate, not after everything she'd been through. It was pointless, impossible, but she never could give up, not even when she was beaten down. Crowley's just weren't made to give up, doubly so for those with red hair, her grandmother had always told her. 

She looked up at the surface, desperate to see the sun, wishing it could just come closer instead of always fading away, and even as air escaped her mouth and her vision turned black at the edges, steadily encroaching on her sight… she could make out a figure.

Above the water there was an angel, standing on the floating, hollow tail of the plane. And then the angel dove for her, pulled the center stick from where it was welded to the floor and then a firm arm wrapped around her waist.

It was good to know she'd done enough, finally, to be worthy of heaven. No matter what the parish had claimed.

*ammai (about 18.5136 m or 20.2467 yd) *original scene in the movie

[sunny-thoughts-with-atlan]

not my normal shiz, but like, i was watching something and was reminded that, Hygiene and Stuff, is an executive function, and one i struggle with

growing up my parents had to fight me to get me into the shower, until very recently i didn't shower but once every 2-3 weeks, I'd use a washcloth to clean anywhere that might have smelled put on deodorant and all that jaz, but i did not have the spoons to take a shower, showers sucked as a kid, and as a tween and even now i still Do Not like them, i hated brushing my hair as a kid, i hated having heat tools used on my hair, to make it look "neat" and because i didn't brush my own hair, my mom would do it, and it hurt, she'd rip it out in the process, which made me hate it more, and did this make my parents decide "maybe hair down to their ass is a bad idea for this child who hates to bathe or brush their hair?" no, i was not allowed to cut my hair short until i was 13, then i wasn't allowed to cut it again until i was 17, showers are easier now because i don't have long hair, taking care of it is something i take pride in, and i hate blow drying it, it's loud and hot, and i fucking hate it, until i was 15 i had to blow dry and straighten my hair after every shower, and i had to straighten it every day i didn't wear it up, i hated doing both of these things, and i was assumed lazy for it(even though i now put more time and effort into my hair MORE THAN WILLINGLY), because it was a perceived norm hygiene is important, and you should do what you can bring yourself to do, but keep in mind that as long as you wash your hands and your bits, don't get up in peoples business when you know you're struggling with keeping clean, and don't spread stuff, it's no one else's business, and you Aren't an awful dirty person for struggling my recommendation is to find what parts you are struggling with, and minimize those issues don't like feeling cold after a shower? make sure the rooms nice and warm, put rugs down that you can put in the washer, get a nice fluffy bath robe. don't like how clothes stick to you right after no matter how dry you try and make yourself? don't wear clothes, maybe wear a robe if it is loose enough not to stick to you, or go into a room by yourself and be naked to let it all airdry for a while, or if you live alone just go on with your activities naked for a while, if you have this issue and the previous issue, maybe sit in front of a space heater with a towel wrapped around you, not to close though, you don't want to burn yourself don't have the energy for a shower? how is the shower draining you especially? cut those parts out. is it the standing in place? sit down, be it in the tub if its clean or on a stool, or even on a washcloth if you cant clean the tub and don't have a stool that you can use in the shower. is it washing your hair? you can just rinse it for now, maybe take a rinse shower mostly and take a hair washing shower less frequently, or if its dealing with wet hair in general, just put a shower cap on and deal with it when you have the energy, it's Okay. is it the washing your body? just wash the important bits for now, it's fine, most people don't have gunk and grime on them and just letting the soap and water run over the rest of you isn't the worst thing, yes it's best to scrub all over but it's okay if you only have the energy for that every once in a while. is the sensory experience of it tiring? what is especially icky sensory wise? is it the noise, the wetness, the tub, the lights in the bathroom? do your best to dim those sensory inputs, if at all possible theres not much to be done about the wetness, i'll admit, but if you can get in and out quickly you wont have to deal with it as long if its the tub, maybe you could put down a mat of some kind that can be thrown in the washer if its the sound, maybe some earplugs if its the lights, turn them off, and get a light that doesn't bother you, it doesn't have to be that bright, just bright enough not to get hurt, and to be able to tell what products you're using, like a battery powered camping lamp with the color of light you like would probably work in general

things like this take a lot more spoons than people who don't struggle with them make it out to be, and I'm sorry you're struggling, I'm still struggling, but it's okay to make the task easier, and it's okay if even that's not enough to be able to do it right then, it doesn't make you bad, or defunct, or lazy, or gross, it makes you a person who's struggling, and that's Okay

[cassandracain52]

so I’ve seen lots of fics about Bruce coming back and finding out things like Tim loosing his spleen or Damian getting shot (on multiple occasions by different people) and he almost always finds out by either having dug into the Batcomputers records and stumbling across it or just seeing it on scans or something after Tim or Damian is injured

but imagine for a moment Bruce finds out, not on his own, but by the others telling him.

And by “tell him” I of course mean that they all automatically assume that he already knows about all of it(because he’s the worlds greatest detective so obviously they don’t need to say anything) so they never bring it up until they mention it one day in passing and nearly give him a heart attack.

for example:

Bruce: Tim, I need you to come with me to speak with Dr. Thompkins down at the clinic about that new drug that’s been circulating

Tim: Oh, sure thing, just let me grab my mask

[Bruce not saying anything but looking at him confused because Tim is already fully suited up and wearing his domino mask?]:

[Tim, now wearing a surgical face mask]: Ok, I’m ready! [Bruce just staring at him, waiting for some explanation. He doesn’t get one.]:

Bruce: Tim

Tim: hm?

Bruce: Why are you wearing a face mask..?

Tim: Oh! Well Dr. Thompkins got mad at me last time I came to the clinic without one because there’s a lot of sick people there and I should be more careful since I’m immunocompromised-

[Bruce, immediately cutting him off]: Wait, what?

[Tim, slightly confused]: She got mad at me when I didn’t wear one last time..?

[Bruce, equally confused and growing very concerned]: No, not that. You’re immunocompromised?

[Tim, now completely lost because this is all common knowledge?]: Uh, yeah??

[Bruce, even more concerned]: How??? What do you mean??

[Tim, getting annoyed and rolling his eyes]: Well that’s what they call you when you have no spleen, Bruce.

Bruce: What.

[Tim finally realizing that, just maybe, they skipped a step]: I have no spleen? It got stabbed so Ra’s took it

[Bruce, about to have an aneurysm]: RA’S DID WHAT-

______ Or like him finding out Damian had his entire spine replaced

Bruce: Hey, do you think it’s strange Damian’s so small?

Dick: No?? He’s ten?? Ten year olds are small?

[Bruce, audibly concerned]: No, I mean don’t you think he should have grown some by now? Is he not eating enough?

[Dick, immediately relaxing]: Oh, that? Yeah, it’s fine

[Bruce, still concerned]: Are you sure? I was taller than that at his age

[Dick, waving his hand dismissively]: Nah, he’s fine. I think the spine replacement just stunted his growth a bit

Bruce:…

Dick:..?

[Bruce, near hysterically because all his kids somehow keep losing pieces of their insides and none of them seem bothered by it??]: his wHAT- ____

Dick has to spend the next several hours trying to stop Bruce from making everyone do a mandatory medical examination so he can make sure none of his other kids are missing anything

Dick promises that it was just the two things

Bruce is not reassured

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Council of lovefools.

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[arsenicflame]

Bonus round! Do you use a queue tag?

[aster-draws]

Identity shenanigans are a hallmark of all superhero fanfictions and i will never get tired of writing them.

This is from chapter 19 of my fic Better Halves (and other such falsehoods) which is like 100k (so far) of Tim and Danny being idiots like this please go read it it's a labor of love.

just the painted bit below the cut :) if you want it

[egophiliac]

CROWLEY SSR THOUGHTS

there is zero basis for this, but I can't get this thought of my head

I don't know why I decided to draw it this way

[addamii]

Empty’s just another word for clean.

[damian-lil-babybat]

'Dead Poets Society' gang

Headcanon that these four drop poetry and literature quotes on their conversations unprompted.

Jason 'English-major-I-only-visit-the-manor-for-the-library' Todd-Wayne

Damian 'I-master-liberal-arts-unlike-you-plebs-PHD-holder' al Ghul-Wayne

Cassandra 'I-learn-English-thru-Shakespeare-as-god-intended' Cain-Wayne

Duke 'only-title-holder-of-vigilante-poet-and-will-cuss-you-just-as-poetically' Thomas-(future) Wayne

[basslinegrave]

[mimimar]

i've been completely charmed by witch hat atelier♡

(art prints)

[shotmrmiller]

ps!ghost is very interested, to put it mildly. can't seem to stop re-watching your debut video that was released a week ago. it's always the same premise. black leather couch casting. nice little bird in a modest dress or shirt and jeans who gets undressed because the "director" has to take in measurements and the like, only to end up getting railed from the back with their pretty face pressed into the cushion.

it's a thing male viewers like. they love to watch a professional break in the new girl. he, though, not so much. he doesn't go for the new girls. doesn't like to be the one to test the limit like others do. (big cock anal on their debut? ghost finds it a bit much.) he hears one tiny gasped ouch and he's not finishing the shoot.

no, what gets him going is the enjoyment one can get during sex. it's why he ended up in this business in the first place. he likes sex. a lot.

likes to have men, women, young and old alike writhing beneath him gasping his (stage) name due to the pleasure and not because a script said to. and the benefits of working in the porn industry means that he gets paid doing what he likes, and can stay safe while doing so.

this is where you come in. the only reason he'd sat down to watch your video at all is because you'd been given a contract by the same company he is under. he's bound to come across you at a later date, might as well learn what he'll be eventually working with.

and he's hooked. whatever initial nervousness you might've had at the very beginning (because this is your very first professional shoot, of course) bleeds from your shoulders once price, the lucky bloke, gets his hands on you. you're a bloody natural.

and you enjoy it. there's no faking the way your nails bite into price's scalp when he licks at your pussy through your thin knickers. you gently wrap your hand around his fingers that's rolling your hardened nipple, giving it a gentle squeeze. he's doing it too rough. you buck your hips into his face, riding it even though you're the one on your back.

ps!ghost has to swallow the mouthful of saliva when he notices strings of creamy white sticking to price's body hair, a frothy ring around the root. the best part of all of this, is that you're giving as good as you take. you're no passive participant. you could, under price's big bulk, just get folded in half and do nothing other than feel the sweet burn of his cock stretch you, turn you inside out.

but you don't. you know exactly what you like and how you like it. you look for your orgasm, make sure it happens under your manicured fingers or price's thick ones. you don't let him be too rough on you nor too gentle.

simon loves it. you're new to this. you could've just accepted what he gave you without so much as a peep of complaint and gone home to soak in an epsom salt bath. but you didn't. you didn't let him pinch your sensitive clit, didn't let him mindlessly claim a fistful of hair.

but you did open your pretty mouth so he could spit in it (fucking lovely, it was) and let him keep your soft hips in the air as john's pace turned frantic and the best of all (in his very biased opinion) you crossed your ankles around his waist to keep him there as he fucked you full of his come.

(had simon been there, he would've begged for a taste if he had to.)

he feels a bit desperate, after. can't get you out of his head. the thought of your slick pussy hot around his cock is what gets him to finish at times. the other times, it's your video. he swears he's found his equal (sorry, soap) one that'll forget that he's supposed to be putting on a show for the viewers.

sorry price, he's about to unfuck him out of your pussy until all it'll ever remember is simon.

(what he doesn't understand is that he's about to forget more than the viewers. why is price watching yall again? it's almost intimate the way you let him fuck you on a creaky mattress. he's drunk on the smell of you, your hair, your cunt. lost all thought when his fat cock slid with relative ease into your wet heat and all he'd done was let you make yourself come on his fingers and tongue as many times as you'd pleased. you'd latched onto his neck, maybe out of habit or whatever, it doesn't matter. he'll be telling the makeup artists to leave the bites you left. he earned every single one. and where he usually pulls out because it's easier to clean up for everyone? you'll not be wasting a single drop. it appears he has a lot bit of a breeding kink.)

[linkedin-offficial]

chimera vivi batch of stuff #1million

[twslug]

have yourself a merry little christmas

[ruporas]

endless love!

[ID Two drawing collage pages of Vash and Wolfwood from Trigun Maximum. In the first collage, top corner, Wolfwood looks upwards disgruntled with a flushed expression, lying against a pillow, as his hair is being pet by Vash's hand. Next shows Vash and Wolfwood from behind, Wolfwood with his top bare and hickies covers around his nape area. Vash lifts hair away from his nape and asks, "More?" Wolfwood nervously says, "No." Next is a side profile of Vash, his arms around Wolfwood from behind while Wolfwood rests his hands against Vash's arms. Next to this are two smaller drawings; Vash turns to Wolfwood and says repetitively, "Wolfwood, Wolfwood..." Wolfwood, not looking at him, says "What?" He finally turns his head and looks shocked as he exclaims, "So close!" Vash says plainly, "You just noticed?" Below these is a drawing of Vash and Wolfwood sitting together as Vash kisses and hugs him from behind with his right arm around Wolfwood's neck and his left hand around his side. He also has his right leg propped against Wolfwood's knee. Bottom of the page has a comic. Wolfwood looks annoyed, speaking to himself, "Where is that idiot?! Need to get out of town before--" A chat bubble exclaims, "Wolfwood!" The next panel shows Vash running from the townspeople, small text saying "Get him! Vash the stampede!". Wolfwood, mad and about to pull the Punisher off his shoulder, says, "Argh, you fucking dumbass!" Vash exclaims, "Ah, don't!" before pulling Wolfwood into a quick kiss. He then tugs on Wolfwood's collar and says, "There's no need to shoot, just run!" Wolfwood stammers, "R-right..." with a flushed, dumbstruck expression.

Second collage; Top left, Wolfwood spoons Vash in bed, his arms around his chest and the other beneath Vash's head. Vash has his hand on top of Wolfwood's as he sleeps while Wolfwood lies awake. Behind this drawing is faint sketches of Vash's face. In a small panel, Wolfwood hides in Vash's neck as he mumbles to himself "Stop. Stop thinking embarrassing things, Wolfwood..." Beneath this drawing is another of them in bed, Vash now turned to Wolfwood and a hand on his cheek as he kisses him good morning. In a simpler style, Vash wraps an arm tightly around wolfwood with the text "snork mimimi" next to him while Wolfwood says, "We need to get up. Spikey! HEY!" In this corner, there are faint sketches of Vash and Wolfwood; one of them looking at each other; Vash kissing Wolfwood's forehead; Wolfwood saying, "Hand" with an outstretch hand and Vash says "ok" behind a drawing of them holding hands, both turned away from each other shyly. Next is a 4 panel comic. First shows Wolfwood's face getting squished by Vash's hands with the text "squish" around his face. Next, his cheeks are stretched with the text "Chee--" Wolfwood then hits Vash's face with his palm, exclaimining "That hurts!" The last shows Vash on Wolfwood's lap, smiling to himself as he continues to have Wolfwood's face in his hands. Next to this is another comic; A close up of their hands, Vash holding Wolfwood's with both of his. He then kisses the palm of Wolfwood's palm and says, "They're soft!" Wolfwood looks at him with flushed cheeks, "There's no way that's true..." END ID]