#the closet one?

[biggest-gaudiest-patronuses]

historical drama/sitcom where two gay best friends (woman and man) get lavender married--and proceed to spend the Fancy European Honeymoon their parents paid for acting as each other's wingman

[imperialnyx]

Have you been to the Funky Bar? 👀

[conundrum-cat]

Posts this and scurries off

[frownyalfred]

is there anything funnier to me right now than the idea of Hal Jordan maliciously complying with Batman’s new anti-fraternization rule for the JL members stationed on the Watchtower (a rule that exists for very good reasons) by reporting Batman to Superman for getting it on spectacularly with someone in a Watchtower closet during monitor duty last week except 1) that person Batman was “fraternizing” with was, actually, Superman and 2) they weren’t fucking, they were just arguing in the closet so Barry didn’t overhear and get emotionally crushed again by witnessing two Founders not agreeing? nope. there isn’t.

[sososososososomething]

with duct tape scars on my honey

[tiger-grace]

Jason trying to kill the new robin must’ve been really awkward for Tim, but not as awkward as when he found out about his fanboy activities

Jason, aggressively trying to stab him: why would Bruce choose you?? There’s no way you were tracking us for weeks without him noticing!

Tim: oh shit

Jason, visiting Tim’s old room in Drake manor: why do you have an entire robin shrine with photos of my face attached with red string

Tim: oh shit

[14muffinz]

Kon: If I was gay, it'd be for Tim or Bart. Tim: If I was gay, it'd be for Bart or Kon. Bart: If I was gay, it'd be for Kon or Tim. Cassie: OH MY FUCKING GOD I HATE YOU ALL

[seiwas]

cw: pro-hero bakugo, reader has boobs, kind of explicit/nsfw? idk i describe boobs, reader is smaller and shorter than bakugo, unedited sawry

bakugo's muscle tee looks as ill-fitting as it'll ever be draped over you.

there are reasons for this, perfectly founded and logical reasons for why that is—the main one being that, it's, well, his; two, maybe even three sizes larger than what it should be to fit you properly.

but, he can't stop staring, and there are reasons for that too—the main one being that, it's his, and yet, the only way he can ever imagine it now is when it's being worn by you.

your hips sway to the song you've been humming for the past five minutes. it's the same one, the chorus on a perpetual loop. he's sure it's the only part you know; you do this often enough that it's the only part he knows now, too.

the hem of his tee hits right at the top of your thighs, concealing just enough to tease, but he’s confident that if you reach up even the slightest bit for the cupboard overhead, there'll be nothing to hide.

he feels a little bit like a creep like this, watching as he stands in the middle of your shared living room, but it's impossible too look away—you've got to be doing this on purpose, right?

heat flares inside of him when you turn your body ever so slightly, the armhole of his muscle tee large enough to give him the clearest view of skin—

he gulps.

it's smooth, sloping just right; the side view of your under boob curves into its perfect shape and he can imagine it, feel—

(is this considered perving if he's been with you for years?)

the pan in front of you sizzles as you plop in god knows what. you pour in something from the side and wait, one hand propped on the hip you pop out. then, you pick up the pan, attempting to flip what's inside (probably a pancake, now that he thinks about it).

it’s hard to focus on what you’re cooking though, especially when all he sees is plump flesh jiggling, bouncing as you further agitate the pan.

he just got the pants of this suit readjusted, and now they're fucking tight.

bakugo normally runs hot; it’s kind of part of his dna. but this warmth is different, flushing him from head to toe. it creeps up the side of his neck, painting the tips of his ears a blooming red.

you turn around then, plopping the pancake on the plate atop the counter behind you.

"oh! you're done," you greet him with a smile. so. fucking. casually.

as if your tits aren't fucking peaking against the gray fabric of his tee.

as if you think he buys the fake innocence poorly concealing that sly, conniving look in your pretty eyes.

as if you aren't standing in front of him in his muscle tee, wearing nothing underneath it like you didn’t do this on purpose. like you don’t know what it fucking does to him.

his eyes squint suspiciously, deep vermillion staring straight into yours.

you tilt your head, the tips of your lashes kissing the top of your cheekbones as you blink. you reach for a bottle of honey.

“everything okay?” you ask, voice syrupy, sickeningly sweet.

your movements play in front of him languidly, the corner of your lips curling up slightly as you smirk. honey catches on your finger as you pop open the bottle cap.

he’s supposed to be out the door in five minutes if he wants to make it in time for a meeting at the agency. technically, he should already be there if he wants to keep up his track record of consistently being fifteen minutes too early.

but you start to approach him, rounding the kitchen island. there’s a narrow space between him and the slab of marble, but you slide into it like it was made for you.

he’s certain it was, from the way the tip of your nose brushes against his as you tiptoe. your tits are right fucking there, brushing against the skintight material of his suit.

there’s too much fucking fabric if you ask him, between cotton and spandex.

your grin widens, and he feels hot, the heat from his cheeks radiating.

then you whisper, still saccharine, “breakfast is ready,” before kissing him on the lips lightly. a short peck, soft in the way that promises more before you slip away, giggling in your retreat.

he huffs, watching you leave. his feet shift as he thinks.

five minutes, huh?

like hell he’s going to eat these damn pancakes for breakfast today.

[morganbritton132]

Eddie, asking his followers: Is anyone else married to a tall man that acts like he’s a 5’3”?

Eddie: *flips camera around to show Steve standing on the kitchen counter to get a punch bowl out of a high cabinet*

Eddie: He didn’t have to do this. He could’ve reached it from the ground. Why is he like this? Why does he have no fear?

Eddie: I’m so stressed out. Get down!!

[puppppppppy]

good morning sifloop nation

[corpsentry]

pick your battles

[pinbones]

I've seen a few posts about women and pants now and many of them are very good, and not to nitpick those posts or downplay religious sexism or anything, but I have to emphasise:

Somebody who DOESN'T live in a controlling religious country/cult/family is also affected by sexism. We all know that, right? Secular parts of the first world also have opinions about how women dress, including when it comes to trousers, especially in childhood and in institutions like schools and the workplace

Me and many people my age (20s) remember being forced into skirts, punished and shamed by parents & teachers & peers & possibly then bosses about what we wear not being feminine enough, and it wasn't by deeply religious sects. Many updates to dress codes are very new and sexist views are still in place in many institutions. Normalised societal misogyny wants women (and people they want to treat as women) to dress femininely, down to what KIND of pants they're allowed to wear (compare a pink top and jeggings to mens jeans and tell me these two women are treated the same. Hating women in pantsuits is still a sexist office joke today, and even those outfits are feminine compared to male suits, which raise eyebrows when worn by women). The women I know who wear trousers regularly are literally otherwise feminine, and all wear dresses to events.

I know trousers have become much more normalised over the past few decades in secular society (yay!! the result of many many years of effort and lawbreaking) but let's not be absolute when we talk about the pants concept lol. Especially within a larger conversation about female/transmasc/intersex/transfem masculinity and social perceptions, especially in an age of rising fascism

[sunderwight]

It's actually kind of hilarious to contemplate the prospect that the genre shift in SV means that Luo Binghe's harem go the queer route as well and start largely pairing off into lesbian ships with one another.

Mostly because of the sheer scale of Bingge's harem, and the fact that a lot of it was comprised of the members of politically influential families.

Can you imagine the freak-outs that various lords and kings are probably having over the fact that their daughters keep eloping with one another? The practical ones are probably going to be like, well, a political alliance is an alliance, welcome to the family Random Demon Princess! But a lot of them are probably going to be pissed that their bloodline's liable to die out, and that the perfectly suitable match (read: asshole cannon fodder Bingge did away with in PIDW) they arranged for their daughter got interrupted by some lady cultivator kidnapping her from her wedding instead. Imagining several prominent nobles in various realms furrowing their brows together and just being like, is it something in the water? Did some plant do this? Is it like it a cultural ripple effect, the Demon King is gay so now all the youngsters are too?

[hinamie]

off on an adventure ! this au turns 1 week old today

jjk atla!au with @philosophiums

pose ref [x]

[stormypip7]

I think I might do one of these, but I don't think we'll ever reach the higher goals, so I've got time to work them out. So.

Notes Game!

10 - start reading again, as I stopped for some reason and never got back into it.

25 - continue working on the Too Much To Handle au comic :)

50 - finish replaying THH!

75 - watch limited life as I haven't found the time to

100 - post the Too Much To Handle au comic (so far) :)

125 - write up info for that Fates au thing my brain thought of the other day.

150 - start figuring out *what* I am, because I don't know much about myself.

200 - brainstorm ideas for my first fursona, because I've been thinking about that.

300 - create a ref sheet for said fursona (I'll do this one after most of these, but will post it when completed)

400 - stop biting my nails..

500 - make an ask blog for random characters from aus I've made (from different media, as im multi-fandom beyond belief) (this one MIGHT change goal if I come up with more)

For now, that's as far I'll list! I'll probably come back if the goals get smashed and if I've gotten new inspiration! Or to update this when I do things :)

Spam notes if you want to; but if I come back and think it's a tad bit overkill, I'll put a limit.

And.... have a good day/ night!

ORANGE - reached:)

GREEN - done/ doing :)

[gael-garcia]

Gael García Bernal when cinema