#sometimes i wish he would

[the-gom-jabbar]

AI Search Engines: Why won't you use us? 😭

Me:

[bunnieswithknives]

Dev this is serious stop beatboxing.

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Gaslight, Gatekeep, Girl found dead in a hidden room.

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[blue-jos10]

love that for the current neil, nathaniel wesninski hasn't entirely ceased to exist. he's simply been demoted to one of those tiny cartoony hovering devils whispering weird shit in his ear at times.

occasionally neil listens to him and does stuff like ordering hits on rapists and the people who know neil can tell that that was just him nathanieling a moment to get things done

[cubbihue]

Hi! this is kinda an art request if u dont mind. And it's angst related, can you draw like where wanda and cosmo obvs have seen for a while how (human) timmy has been treated by his real parents. I just want to see like the "last straw" which lead Cosmo and Wanda wanting them to make Timmy as their own. (IM HAPPY THAT TIMMY HAS A FAMILY THAT LOVES AND CARES FOR HIM)

The "Last Straw"?

Cosmo and Wanda have seen humans at their best. They've seen humans at their worst. They've seen anything and everything that they've gone numb and used to what humans get up to.

But nothing's shaken them quite like Timmy's case did. Nothing has ever made a Fairy feel such strong human emotions than what Timmy made them feel, on that one particular night.

The thing that broke Cosmo and Wanda was Timmy himself.

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[bimoonphases]

@wolfstarmicrofic July 18 - prompt 18: Illness [word count 175]

Sirius was all but curled up on the floor, his shoulders heaving with sobs. Carefully, Remus lowered himself on the carpet by his side, delicately putting a hand on his boyfriend’s back.

“Padfoot…” he whispered.

“Why am I crying?” Sirius’s voice was broken. “I shouldn’t cry! I should laugh, I should dance, and celebrate! Why am I crying, Moony?”

Remus carefully passed an arm around Sirius’s waist, pulling him in his arms. Sirius went on sobbing against his neck.

“I’m not sorry,” he said, between the tears. “I’m not, and I never will be, and I’ll never miss her. I was waiting for this moment, I have been waiting for this my whole life! Why am I crying? Why, Moony?”

“It’s alright, my love,” Remus kissed the top of Sirius’s head. “Don’t worry about it. I’m here.”

As Sirius buried his face even more in his chest, Remus looked at the carpet, where the Daily Prophet lay abandoned, opened on the society pages and its main story.

Walburga Black died yesterday after a long illness.

[theaxolotlkween]

Silly little comic I made.

[crunchchute]

Sam and Max if they were cool /j

[sukibenders]

I love ADOW, season three being my favorite because I really enjoyed how they handled Matthew's and Diana's relationship, specifically adding more moments that weren't weighed down by the plot of them being together even when the world was trying to pull them apart. But I am forever thankful for season three giving me that scene of pregnant Diana eating snacks beside Matthew while he was just laid across the bed, resting his chin on his arms. Like it was so cute.

[soaked-ghost]

it's the annual infodumping post!! yahoo!! have ink when he was slightly younger. also concept for how he actually hears the creators (with a little radio)

[canisalbus]

sorry im emotonal and going off of the other asks sent about machete and just i need to stress how beautiful it is to me that machete sees himself so undeserving of love and affection and feeling as if vasco's too good for him but despite all that he is so incredibly devoted to vasco and loving towards him (in his own way) but is so incredibly clear to anyone with eyes that just how in love he is with vasco. like it's not done out of a "oh god please never realize that you're too good for me here here let me overdo it with the affection" its done with the "i love you, and will always love you, no matter what happens to us or separates us, and i will give it to you as long as i am able, and if you ever leave, i won't be okay, but will still love you, and want you happy". like he doesn't use his own feelings of being undeserving taint his love or the way he loves for vasco, and it's so, so beautiful

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[farshootergotme]

I don't hate Tim Drake, but the part of me that's creating its own DC timeline despises him with fervor.

[dayurno]

so sick and tired of people writing fics about jeremy treating kevin like shit over kevin leaving jean at the nest like that is either 1) in character 2) something jean would appreciate or 3) fair. do you even bother to read the books you’re writing fanfic about or is the urge to create cheap angst so overwhelming you can’t see past the tropes you write for every other fictional pairing you like? the idea that jean would appreciate jeremy going out of his way to poke old wounds in his and kevin’s relationship when jean himself does not even like for jeremy to joke about kevin near him is absurd, and that’s without mentioning the fact that jeremy is not so clueless as to think he has any idea of what the nest was like, or why kevin felt he had to leave the way he did. if you need something to make your ship more interesting thinking beyond your flat interpretation of it is a lovely start, but don’t use kevin’s name and storyline if you’re just going to butcher it for the sake of a milquetoast sob fest the characters involved in would not even appreciate

[johnslittlespoon]

plsssss can we talk about bucky getting his revenge and edging gale

gale edging john post | yes we cannnnn !! eta: ykw. i need to just turn this into a proper oneshot since this ended up being over 1k words. new wip created </3

john may be a man of little self control, but after that incident, he decides he can be at least a tiny bit patient so he can catch gale off guard with it when he gets his revenge. because the next few times they're fooling around, gale's expecting a retaliation, john can see it in the way he tenses up and glances at his face before he comes like he's waiting for it, but john never follows through with it. he wants gale to let his guard down, and that he does.

so a week or so later when john's kissing him and feeling him up and asks ever so sweetly if he can tie gale's wrists behind his back, gale doesn't think anything of it. john likes to take control occasionally and gale sometimes likes the feeling of not having to worry about making decisions, getting to let john call the shots, and john always puts extra time and effort into the way he touches gale when he's restrained because he likes to watch his darling blondie squirm.

john has him sit in his lap facing him, letting gale lean against his shoulder to take the pressure off his legs while john works him open on his fingers, already riled up from the pretty gasps gale's making against his neck but reigning himself in because he's gonna need to have some self control for once.

he sweet–talks gale through it, telling him how good he sounds, how well he's doing as he sinks down on his cock, guiding him with hands on his hips so he doesn't unbalance himself without the use of his own hands where they're tied behind his back with a belt. he stays still at first, letting gale ride him slowly, keeping his hands loosely on his waist while praising him and talking him into that foggy needy headspace until gale's thighs are trembling and john takes pity on him (and frankly is so hard he doesn't have the patience to keep his own hips still anymore).

so he runs his hands down from gale's waist to his ass to hold him in place while he rolls his hips up into him, watching the way gale's eyebrows pinch and his pretty lips fall open in a silent oh as john angles himself in a way gale couldn't with his own movements. lets his mouth run as he slowly picks up his pace, all the coos of "so pretty", "you're taking me so well", "you feel so fucking good", loving how reactive gale is to every word and every thrust.

he moves his hands to gale's hips to get a better grip, can tell gale's getting close because he gets noisier, losing his filter and letting out breathy little "fuck"s and "john"s, head rolling back on his shoulders to bare his neck, rocking his hips down to meet john every time he fucks up into him. and then just as he gets the warning of "close", he pulls gale down by his hips to bury himself deep in him and stops moving completely.

the whine of desperation that tears out of gale's throat when he lifts his head has john knocking his skull back against the wall, cock twitching hard enough inside gale that he's sure the blond can feel it. he watches gale's biceps flex when he instinctively tries to get his hands free, feels his hips try to squirm out of his hands to keep moving, but he keeps him pinned firmly down, dizzy at the way he clenches down around him.

a plaintive "john" pulls a groan from him, but he composes himself, lifts his gaze back up to gale's face and lets the corners of his lips quirk up, purrs out a "yeah, sweetheart? something wrong?"

laughs at the way gale cusses him out, a rare sight of his little spitfire with a mouth on him, though the effect is a lot closer to being hissed at by a kitty than actually being convinced to move. john lets him run his mouth, murmurs a "cute" once gale's done, and then promptly hammers his hips up into him just once, swearing under his breath at the way it punches an open–mouthed moan from gale. rocks his hips up into him a few times before going back to a quick and rough pace, the sound of skin on skin getting both of them flushed.

it only takes a minute before gale's hips are twitching into his hands and whispered pleas are falling from his mouth and john thinks he's never had to use as much self restraint in his life as he does when he forces himself to stop moving again, once again yanking gale down against him, holding him still in his lap.

gale really fights it this time, enough so that it's a merciful distraction for john from how close he himself is (trust his idea to backfire as he ends up edging himself along with gale, he thinks) when he has to use proper strength to keep him in place. any blood that might've still been lurking around his brain rushes south the moment he sees gale's eyes getting shiny with frustration, cheeks all pink and lips red and flushed from biting down on them.

"not so fun, is it?" john taunts, but his voice comes out a bit more raspy than he would've liked, evident how much the stop and start is getting to him too. it's probably karma, because he knows he's being more mean than gale was to him, but he can't help it; those blue eyes look so pretty when tears are threatening to spill over when he's desperate and needy like this.

gale wriggles in his lap the best he can, still furiously chasing his orgasm, head finally falling back in frustration before he lifts it again, looking john in the eyes, pulling his bottom lip between his teeth and letting it go. he whines quietly and whimpers out the sweetest "please, johnny," almost crying in his impatience, and fuck.

john doesn't mean for his hips to twitch up at that, but they do, hard. gale sobs out a broken sound at the way john's cock hits just where he needs it to in his accidental movement, and gale spills over his stomach completely untouched, just like that. john swears and drives his hips up into him in an attempt to quickly amend his slip up, moaning loud at the wrecked noises that immediately start bubbling up out of gale as he fucks him through his orgasm.

he tips over the edge himself from the desperate sounds the blond starts to make as he crosses the line into overstimulation, feeling gale's hips jerk frantically in his hands, fighting to get away from the incessant rhythm of his cock inside him as john shudders through his own orgasm, fingers digging into gale's sides.

he slows down to a gentle grind of his hips when gale collapses against his chest, face pressed to his neck, shivering at the slow drag inside him and whining pitifully when john eventually pulls out, settling him down on his thighs while he reaches around to undo the belt and free his hands. his heart bursts at the way gale instantly wraps his arms around him, clinging to him as they both catch their breath, john petting his hair and showering him with praise.

he eventually huffs out a laugh, murmuring a "sorry buck. payback's a bitch, but that was an accident, i swear." gale groans against him in complaint, lightly nipping at his shoulder in retaliation, too tired to fight back, but john's sure he'll pay for it eventually.

it's confirmed with the "better watch your back, darling" that he gets when they're both pulling their clothes back on, but to john, that sounds less like a threat and more like a good time, and he shoots gale a crooked grin to let him know as much.

[redr0sewrites]

jason todd would be so good at comforting his s/o through a panic attack i said what i said

edit: MADE A FIC ABOUT IT HERE

[impsandstars]

Let’s talk about these two.

As many have stated before, the main conflict at the end of full moon was the miscommunication coming from both sides. We as the audience have a key advantage of being able to understand these characters in much greater detail because we are shown their actions and follow their lives. The problem with Stolas and Blitz is that their interactions are mainly focused on a once a month meeting (that revolves almost exclusively around having sex), periodically looking at each other’s pictures on social media (which is not always a great indicator who someone actually is) and some scattered meetings like loo loo land and the harvest moon festival.

All this to say the both of them have not really gotten to know each other the way we, the audience, know them. They instead, I feel, have created a version of who they think each other is and that is where the main source of their miscommunication comes from. The true heart felt feelings and the depth of understanding one another, going beyond romanticism and just who the person is at their core, is not seen on screen between these two.

Stolas has constructed a version of Blitz as a character from one of his romance novels/ soap operas and wants him to be this romantic tough guy who will come waltzing in to sweep him off his feet. He flirts with him endlessly because he thinks that’s what Blitz likes. Blitz has constructed a version of Stolas as a negative embodiment of royalty: assholes, users and abusers, classist, and just like the thrill of doing something considered taboo in their social circles. It is difficult then for these two to sometimes see and take in contradictions to those constructed versions. Stolas does not know about Blitz’s traumatic past that helps to explain a bit about why he acts the way he does and although Blitz does know a bit about Stella, he too doesn’t really know how lonely Stolas is, or the years of abuse he put up living in an arranged marriage trying to keep both himself and Via afloat, or that he just desperately wants to find someone that he can finally be his true self around.

This is why I think the turning point in all of this started the night of Ozzie’s, in particular the scene after where blitz is dropping Stolas off. We get, I believe, for the first time, Blitz being vocally and legitamitely truthful about his feelings. It’s not played as a joke, it is not in response to Stolas saying something cheeky and flirty, it is real. It is a Blitz that Stolas I don’t think has seen before. This is the start of something important, the start of some communication.

Without this event at Ozzie's happening, I believe Stolas would have continued their arrangement, loving Blitz from afar and hoping one day that Blitz will look back at him, and Blitz would have continued to “keep it light” and not change the status quo even though he was having feelings of his own.

Stolas reacts to this truthful confession by doing some intense soul searching and moving forward on the path to telling Blitz some of his own truths and finding a way to make up for wrongs he has done.

This incident at Ozzie’s was the catalyst for Stolas to begin his forward journey.

The incident at the end of Full Moon, where now it is Stolas’s turn to tell his truth (even if there were some problems with his delivery of this) is the catalyst for Blitz to begin his forward journey. To do some soul searching of his own to figure out what he actually wants and more importantly who he wants to be.