#the brain rot is...bad

[yuyusgirlie]

[12:29 am]

"What do you think you were doing out there?" He looked at you with an unmistakable fire in his eye.

"At the party? I was enjoying myself? All I did was chat with people and grab a few snacks."

"For hours."

"Jeonghan you were literally there with me, you know exactly what I did. I don't understand what this arguement is abou-" your tone was starting to get more stressed as this conversation continued, but that wasn't Jeonghan's goal.

You were resting against the kitchen counter, your arms crossed as you were watching Jeonghan stand in the middle of the living room. He was watching you as your hands started to fidget with the hem of your sweater. 

“Darling, it’s never about that. I trust you blindly. It’s about the others.” At this point Jeonghan’s eyes are locked on to yours. His gaze feels almost threatening as he approaches you, a beast stalking its prey. “It’s the way those people look at you. How they talk to you. How they think they have a chance.” 

Jeonghan takes your hand in his gently, his eyes never leaving yours and bring the back of your hand to his lips for a soft kiss. His hand then begins to run up your arm, leaving goosebumps in its wake. Travelling past your shoulder, up your neck his hand reaches your face as he holds you by your chin, tilting your gaze slightly higher as he comes closer, pressing himself against you. 

“Its the way they don’t know you’re mine.” 

You are left speechless as even your breathing fails you. Your look of awe tells Jeonghan everything he needs to know as he smirks. 

“You were enjoying all the attention they were giving you darling. I can’t blame them you are an absolute delight. But I can’t help to get a little jealous my love.” He almost whispers against your lips before pulling away. 

As he takes a step back it felt like the charm he put you under for the moment snapped out of existence. You take notice of where you are and your reaction to Jeonghan. You are still pressed up against the kitchen counter, both hands now gripping the edge as you held on to every word Jeonghan spoke to you. 

You watched him continue to move towards your shared bedroom as you remain frozen in your spot for a few more moments, your soul taking its time connecting your emotions to your brain. 

As Jeonghan crossed through the doorway to your bedroom, you quickly turned the lights off in the kitchen and followed him into the bedroom, closing the door behind you. 

You set your phone down on your nightstand, keeping a close eye on the movements happening across the room. Jeonghan mirrors your actions and eventually sits on the edge of the bed, beginning to undo the top few buttons of his shirt. 

You slowly move to sit next to him on the bed, facing him. One of your hands moves to cover his hand with yours, wordlessly offering him help to get ready for bed. 

“You know you are the one who is always on my mind, right?” 

He smirks again, “of course.” 

“And you know no one else matters to me except for you.” 

“Always.” 

“And that I am yours.” 

“The same way I am yours.” 

You smile softly as you watch each button reveal more of your life partner, before looking up at him and giving him a soft kiss. As you pull away his hands move down to your waist, pulling you back in even closer this time, manuvering you into his lap. 

“I don’t mean to be overbearing, I really don’t. Trust me when I say I trust you blindly. But sometimes I just want the world to know you’re mine. I want them to remember who your heart belongs to.” His words continue to slowly spill as his mouth ghosts along your neck. 

“I want them to know whose name you scream,” was the last thing he spoke before he began to softly kiss your neck. Your hands moved to his shoulders, moving under the open shirt to feel his warm skin under your touch. 

His lips move up your neck to your jaw, eventually finding your lips once more. “Maybe I just need to remind everyone that you’re mine. And that I’m never letting go.” 

[lord-m]

pathetic isn’t really a word I‘d use for colin bridgerton. simon rather dying than marrying daphne was pathetic. anthony going through with marrying edwina until SHE mustered the courage to call everything off was pathetic.

colin contemplating his feelings, calling out his male acquaintances for their chauvinism, seeking advice from his mother and then immediately taking action and putting himself out there without even knowing if his feelings are reciprocated is the complete opposite of pathetic. that requires a whole lot of bravery.

[loadingbones]

Gang ✨

[thevampireslestat]

[the-purple-possum]

Clark needs help on a mission, but Bruce is wounded (Alfred grounded him), and Dick can't stand in so they have to go with the next best thing, Jason.

Jason: *walks into the cave in full bat gear, with several guns strapped to him, sunglasses over the cowl*

Bruce: No no no, what are you doing, Batman doesn't use guns.

Jason: chill out old man, I just want to cock one and say a cool catchphrase, they're not even loaded.

Clark: *has already used xray vision, they are, infact, loaded* *he has decided not to mention it though, they REALLY need to go*

Bruce: *sighs* fine.

Jason: *cocks gun* the world's finest, just got a whole lot finer

[rafey-baby]

c/w: yoga instructor!rafe being touchy & suggestive (is he even talking about yoga atp?) 18+ mdni!

wc: 890

part 2

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She signed up for the class in order to help her achy muscles relax a bit, not expecting the instructor to be so…hot (for the lack of better words).

Therefore, it was nearly impossible for her focus her attention on his directions since all she could concentrate on was the way his muscles would ripple under his shirt and his beefy forearms flex whenever he’d demonstrate a new pose with sweat glittering on his forehead.  

He’d make rounds around class and help everyone get their form right and whenever he’d get to her, his hands would always linger for longer than necessary, making her assume she simply needed more assistance since she hadn’t really been paying attention when he was explaining it at the front.  

“Clumsy little thing, huh?” he’d playfully mock her when she’d stumble on her feet the minute his hands weren’t supporting her.

He'd always correct her posture with a warm palm on her waist— pushing her forward with a soft press of his big hand against her back; tapping her thigh to get her to switch into a better position. Heady breaths tickling her ear when he'd mumble out advice on how to get the stretch to feel deeper, murmuring soft words of encouragement in a certain cadence that would make her tingle, something profound in her tummy flutter.  

“This one’s a bit of a harder one but I know you can take it, yeah?”  

“Shit, you’re getting so good at this.”  

“You feel that?” 

Then one day after class when nearly everyone’s left and there’s only a few people loitering around, gathering their things, Rafe pads over to her. 

She’s in the midst of taking a sip from her water bottle and his tall frame approaching her makes her look up; he’s clad in a black pair of workout shorts and a dark grey t shirt. Her gaze stalls on the way his tongue pokes out to lick over his pillowy lips.  

“Hey, so I thought I could go over that one pose with you one more time. Just so you really get it for next time, yeah?” He suggests, merely wanting to help out the poor girl who’s always struggling in the back of his class.  

“Oh, um— sure,” she answers, embarrassment painting over her features because she knows exactly what he’s referring to; a specific position where she had toppled over and hit the floor, making Rafe’s eyes widen in concern and the other people around her gasp and ask if she was okay.  

It didn’t really even hurt that much, she thinks. At least not as much as her flimsy ego that got bruised up in the midst of it all, trying to cover up how humiliated she had felt with a small laugh, climbing back up to stand on wobbly legs accompanied by a flushed face.   

At this point they’re the only people left and she suddenly feels all too nervous because she’s never been alone with him before. Her inhales and exhales are turning labored, intractable. And she’s not sure whether her clamorous respiration is echoing in the empty room or in the empty halls of her mind. She mentally crosses her fingers and wishes it’s the latter, stepping on top of her shamrock-colored yoga mat.  

“So, what you wanna do is concentrate your weight on this leg, so you don’t lose your balance,” he taps her right thigh and she nearly stumbles on her feet once again; the corners of his mouth tugging up. “And then bend the other one right here, you think you can do that?”  

“Mhm,” she hums as she moves her limbs in the way he’s patiently instructing her to.  

“Just like that,” blue hydrangea eyes are glued to her, making her think he can read right through her as she swallows at the praise.  

“Then, you gotta lean your weight here,” he settles a hearty hand on her right upper arm, thumb mindlessly skating over her burning skin as she does just that.  

“There you go, Bambi,” he murmurs and a pomegranate tinge blushes over her cheeks at the nickname, rounded eyes trying to blink away the haze that clouds over them.  

“You feel it here?” His fingertips graze over her inner thigh and she manages a nod, limbs feeling mellow and spongy all of a sudden. 

“Good, good,” he breathes out and her brain turns into a knotted ball of wool at his intoxicating proximity.  

“And if you ever feel like you’re gonna fall, just focus on a specific spot on the floor or the wall or anything, it’ll help, alright?” The words sound almost gravelly when he rasps them out as his palms rest on her waist, strong arms steadying her.  

“Okay…thanks,” she manages out, sucking in some air her lungs are screaming for since apparently, she’s forgotten how important breathing is.  

He then pushes her forward a little, making her let out a small noise from the back of her throat in surprise. The sudden stretch of the position she’s now in making her gasp.  

“I know, feels good, huh?”  

“Uh— yeah,” she squeaks out, feeling the cotton material of her panties dampening at the way he’s speaking to her; her thoughts turning into something indecent, muddy...

[illuminchim]

Getting back to drawing things like this with one of my fav part of the book ✨

[clouvu]

Mother and Father 🫶

[supd00dle]

​yeah he gets taller every time he copies data or something (or maybe it’s the heels)

Old Extrassss.

[caelacanth]

Oooooh the girls are problem solving (the ship is exploding in ten minutes)

Alt below

[bloodydifficult]

"A Clear Mind"

[hailsatanacab]

"Well, this is a bad idea," Tim says, hands on his hips as he surveys the mess they’ve made in the cave.

"Nah," Danny replies, twirling his screwdriver in the air in what is probably meant to be an impressive trick to inspire confidence, except he fumbles it and it clangs to the floor loudly, "we good. If a younger version of myself hasn't come forward in time to stop me, how bad can it be?"

"Shouldn't it be the other way round?"

"What?"

"Normally, it's an older version of yourself going backwards in time to stop you, right?"

"Not in my experience."

Danny's grin is impossibly feral and a shiver runs up Tim's spine.

"This is definitely a bad idea."

[furiosophie]

[darkmuffinstudios]

It's a quiet evening.

Nightmare is in bed with his boys on his massive, XXL king-sized mattress. He's sitting against the headboard, a pile of pillows his only cushioning. In his hands, a book about flora and it's many uses.

Killer is comfortably draped across his lap and tendrils, lazily playing with the tip of one like it's some sort of fidget toy. His eyes are closed, but he isn't asleep just yet. He has a cat on his chest that hasn't stopped purring.

Dust is curled up a little ways off from them, using another tendril as a sort of weighted pillow. He's sleeping soundly, any kind of night terror being warded off by Nightmare's vigilance.

Horror and Cross are nestled together beside Nightmare, watching cooking videos on a tablet together - those cozy ones that have minimal talking and the calming aesthetic. They don't talk to each other during it, simply enjoying each other's touch and the sounds of carrots being cut.

All is well; The sounds of gentle dish clattering, soft kitten purring, and light snoring combining into a symphony of bliss and comfort.

Nightmare couldn't be any happier.

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Remember: The burning sensation is part of the process.

[jinwoosbabyboo]

I’m on my oblivion right now but just imagine….

You’re taking a nap in Sylus’s king size bed while he is working in his office. Suddenly the doors slam open causing you to jolt awake. There in the doorway is a seething Sylus. He marches over to the bed with long precise strides.

“What are you doing?” He asks staring down at you with a raised brow.

You stare back at him like he’s lost his mind before muttering. “Sleeping is that okay with you?” Without a word he grabs your arm and bends slinging you over his shoulder while grabbing a throw blanket as he carries you away. He gives your ass a firm smack when you try to fight him causing you to yelp.

He promptly tosses you down on the plush red couch in his study while simultaneously gently laying the blanket over you. “Why did you bring me here?”

He moves around to his desk and takes a seat before saying in a matter of fact tone “Your presence is required while I work, go back to sleep kitten I’m not stopping you”

(Because this man can’t just say “I want your company”)