#this got... i dont even know lmao

[rigginsstreet]

53. “Who crawls through someone’s window at 4am to go for ice cream?!”

Harringrove! only if you wanna! 💙

there's a heatwave in hawkins. one of those overbearingly humid nights where you kick the sheets off your bed and can't even think about wearing clothes without developing systems of heatstroke.

steve's been tossing and turning all night, relishing in the occasional few seconds of breeze that comes sweeping in through his open window every now and then.

it does absolutely nothing. he needs to invest in a fan since his dad refuses to turn on the ac to an acceptable temperature to combat the heat. "when you pay your own bills, you can do what you want to the thermostat, steven."

honestly, what was the point of having money if you were going to be this stingy with it?

he flops onto his back with a huff, staring up at the ceiling. contemplates diving headfirst into his pool despite the odd hour. and barb's death still lingering under the surface...

a bang comes from beside his window in that moment, like some fucked up cosmic timing to emphasize the terror steve still feels sometimes being in his own house.

but he's willing to brush it off as an odd neighborhood sound until he sees a shadow figure peaking above the windowsill...crawling into his room...stumbling over his table creating all sorts of his noise he's sure his parents will wake up to and-

"fucking- god dammit, what the fuck!"

steve's spine relaxes when he realizes it's just billy. but only a little.

"what the hell are you doing?" steve whisper-shouts, getting up on his knees and leaning over to peak at billy sprawled on his bedroom floor. he looks over his shoulder to his door, makes sure his parents aren't on their way over to ream him a new one for all the commotion.

"you always sleep in your skivvies, pretty boy?" billy laughs, still on his back, looking up at steve.

steve looks down at himself, realizes he's in just a pair of tighty-whities. fucking great. whatever. not like he and hargrove haven't seen each other in less, what with sharing the school showers... and maybe steve's bed. and the backseat of the beamer. and any other place they can sneak off to for a quick fuck now that they're... not dating, but definitely sleeping together with more frequency than they do anyone else. whatever that means.

"what are you doing here, billy?" steve asks, more annoyed now. scoots back on his bed while the other boy grabs onto the edge to hoist himself up.

he looks good, the bastard. in cut off denim shorts and that stupid everlast crop that haunts steve's dreams.

"if you're looking to get laid, forget it. it's too hot for that shit."

"that's the perfect time to do it," billy grins. and steve can only tell because billy angles just right that the moonlight glints off one of canines. an entirely different monster steve needs to be worried about.

"not here for that, anyway," billy says after steve lets a moment pass in annoyed silence. "let's go get ice cream."

steve balks. checks the alarm clock by his bed to make sure it's exactly what time he thinks it is. "who crawls through someone's window at 4 am to go for ice cream?!"

"someone who just smoked a joint and has the munchies, and has a fuck buddy with the keys to an ice cream shop he works at."

oh, he's really lost his fucking mind.

"i am not breaking into the mall- my job - because you have a hankering for ice cream in the dead of night!"

"i'll suck your dick after..." billy states, like he's negotiating prices down at a flea market.

steve groans. doesn't want to think about the person he's become as he gets out of bed and throws clothes on.

-

"if i get fired, i'm taking your lifeguard checks for the rest of the summer," steve grumbles as he lets them in through the back entrance of the mall.

"if you get fired, you can spend the rest of the summer admiring my glorious, god-like physique at the pool for free," billy quips back, pushing past steve into the back halls of the mall.

"i can't stand you," steve mutters under his breath, following billy anyway.

it's a short walk down to the back entrance of scoop's. it takes steve a second to find his key, and just as he hears the lock click, there's a loud creaking from the other end of the hall that spooks him, has him opening the door and shoving billy inside, crowding him in on the wall behind the door, hand to his mouth to keep him from making noise.

steve keeps his eyes on the door, waiting for it to open and for them to get caught and this whole night to go to shit because he was too horny, apparently, to say no billy fucking hargrove, and-

he jolts back when something warm and wet licks up his palm. realizes it's billy and looks at his hand in disgust. "that's so fucking gross!"

"well stop acting like a paranoid baby and get me my damn rocky road! you're killing my buzz, harrington!"

steve wants to fight him. the urge may be worse than the night at the byers'.

billy shoves past him, going straight to the large walk in freezer.

"no, yeah, help yourself, why not."

steve sits at the table in the break room and waits for billy to come back out with a pint of rocky road that's definitely coming out of steve's paycheck, so. thanks for that one, william.

billy takes a seat on the table just next to where steve's been resting his head on his hand, the early morning hour finally getting to him.

"shit tastes so much better when you're high," billy says - moans, really. stirs a little something in steve's pants, has him feeling more awake, at least.

"you know i do actually have to work here tomorrow."

billy shrugs, scarfing down a spoonful of ice cream. "just make that lesbian you work with cover for you."

"what lesbia- robin?!" steve sits up straighter now. "she's not a lesbian!" he scoffs. "you think just because you're gay everyone else is."

billy fixes him with a pointed look like steve's missing the point of something. says "mhm..." and goes back to his ice cream.

whatever.

steve goes back to trying to get some semblance of rest while billy finishes off his late night snack, but is interrupted by a glob of melted ice cream hitting his cheek, only to be quickly licked off by his b&e partner.

steve swipes at his cheek with the back of his hand. "ew, come on man, what the fu-"

"all done with my ice cream," billy announces proudly, slamming the pint down on the table. "i believe a blowjob is owed, and i am a man of my word..."

billy puts his foot on steve's chair in the space between his legs, pushing him back so there's enough space for billy to climb down off the table and fall to his knees at steve's feet.

he didn't think the blowjob would be here, but... hell. why not add one more crime to tonight's festivities.

"better make it worth it, hargrove."

and when billy grins this time, steve gets the full effect in the overhead florescent lighting of the ice cream shop.

"when do i ever disappoint?"

[hellspawnmotel]

epsilons

[fascinationstreetmp3]

I have what you're looking for. High quality. Befitting a man of my tastes. I have a room over on Divisadero, not too far a walk.

[toast-in-a-cowboy-hat]

Someone asks what W.BG is about, I just hand them this

[ganondoodle]

the closer we get to arcanes finale the more worried i am bc so often .. if not always .. things i like end in a way that i dislike so much it ruins everything else for me

and im so worried they pull a 'this is a multiverse' thing bc then they can say every skin is somehow canon bc its all different universes you seeeeee and jayce went mad bc he lived through all of them or something, or force it to end in a way that makes the champions end up like they are in game- Vi is a shitty cop, Jinx is just heehoo craycray bc xyz etc

[specialtysacrifice]

If macden were to actually happen I'd want it to happen in a way that it's not actually happening. Like, the joke was that Mac was gay and didn't know it. That Mac and Dennis were/are in a committed open relationship without knowing it. That Dennis is very obviously ignoring some blaring signs, but doesnt know it. That's been the joke with their identites and relationship through the whole show.

Mac is gay, someone points it out, he gets weird about it, then represses the shit outta it and pretends like thats not what it is. They're in a relationship, someone points it out, they get weird for a bit, but they repress repress repress so they can still do what they're doing without having to actually deal with it. That's the joke right?

So if macden were to go cannon it'd have to be "subtle", like, to them. It would be very very obvious to literally everyone else. Thats the joke. A scheme - that was purely their own ideas, no one pushed them into it - got them sleeping in the same bed. Out of his own want, Dennis vibrated Macs ass with remote anal beads. For months. If it happens, a scheme is gonna get them to kiss and a scheme is gonna get them to fuck. And it looks like it'll be their own damn fault too.

[latexmasc]

Forcemasc imagine: a stranger takes you under his wing and teaches you how to be a gentleman. Less of an NSFW idea, more of a comfort/encouragement scenario.

You have nowhere else to go, but he comes and picks you up. He comforts you, brushing back your scraggly hair and wiping your tears. His hands are neatly manicured, and he smells like expensive cologne. He tells you it's Polo Black, and you nod like you know what that is. You feel a little ashamed of your stolen bottle of axe body spray you've been clinging to for years.

He takes you home and drags you under the hot water of the shower. He doesn't make comments about your body, doesn't leer at you. You relax into him as he washes the dirt and shame away. When you get out, he sprays you with his cologne and you feel something stir inside you. He sees you as his equal.

Later, he takes you out to get fitted for a suit. You try to convince him you're totally fine just walking around in your bleach-stained hoodie, but he won't hear it. He knows you'll grow out of it; he wants you to. He strokes his hands up and down your sides soothingly, watching intently as you're measured and fitted.

The haircut was bound to happen. He coaxes you into the fancy barbershop, and you freeze. You're surrounded by hot older men with perfect bodies, perfect beard and muscles. He just lifts you and walks you to the back. You don't recognize yourself in the mirror when the barber finishes, your hair short-cropped, clean, and undoubtedly masculine. You feel tears well in your eyes as you remember the poorly-maintained pixie cut youve been living with for years. He wraps his strong arms around you, never leaving you alone for a moment.

You feel reinvigorated. He teaches you, slowly, how to be a good boy. You say please and thank you, you shake hands firmly and stand up straight. (His hand pressed firmly to your lower back feels so good, though, that you often pretend to slouch.)

He doesn't mind your shyness, or your clinginess. He simply holds you close and smiles down at you, knowing you won't be this way for very long. He's going to break you of these tired habits, but you won't be the slightest bit aware.

He encourages you in bed, teases you and lavishes you with small praise. When you pin him down, he laughs and lets you. "What, now, will you do with me, now that you've got me?" you aren't ready to answer that, yet, so he flips you over and lavishes kisses along your jaw, your collar.

When you start hormones, you're so scared and nervous. But he's there, as always, to gently push away the fear. He strips you and lays you back, peppering your thighs with kisses before helping you with your injection. He praises you for being so brave, taking it like such a good boy. He lets you grind on his lap, after, and smiles as you finish far too quickly.

As the months tick by, he comments more and more on your body, your voice, your demeanor. He excudes pride and lust; he can't seem to keep his hands off of you. Whenever you are clocked as male in public, he smirks and glances at you, as if to say,"See? I've made you into something so wonderful, haven't I?"

Of course, he knows you had no good role models in your life, no one to teach you anything. It's hard to believe how far he's pushed you, hard to believe how much trust he has in your manhood. He teaches you to drive in his fancy, expensive car, and even buys you your own pair of driving gloves.

You beat him at a lot of things, over time. You drink him under the table and destroy him at pool, and he couldn't be happier, but the day you pinned him down and he earnestly couldn't escape was when he looked at you as someone who could bend him to your will. Something changed in his eyes, his heart best thrumming beneath your hands. You both smile.

Dominance or submission, it doesn't really matter. He never once questions your manhood. He strokes his gloved hand over the sensitive scars on your chest as if they were battle wounds, beaming with pride at how far you've come.

Your bottom growth didn't elude him, either, and you find yourself almost amused with how addicted he is to sucking you off. Seeing this strong, refined man on his knees, looking up at you with hazy eyes as he tries his best to please you... it goes to your head, a bit. You nuss his hair and press your heel between his legs, and for the first time, you get to call him a good boy. And you reel from his immediate reaction, the power making your head feel light.

Of course, you outgrew your suit; your fat and muscles bulging at the seams. He doesn't mind. Watching you get fitted was almost erotic, for him. seeing the numbers on the tape go up, and up, and up. He's obsessed with you.

It's hard to imagine you used to be a soft, shy little girl. Harder to believe that someone looked past that and saw your true potential, and then stuck by you to bring it to fruition. And you couldn't be happier.

[starry-bi-sky]

ty for contributing to the wasteland that is appreciating bruce as a parent and first child danny🙏🙏🙏

It’s a battle out here soldier but I am strong, like winter bear. Also I relate so hard to Bruce in a lot of ways and I think his initial concept is really neat. He tries his damn hardest, and he has so much hope for his city that it’s really admirable.

And as much fun as it is to poke fun at him for his questionable parenting and hypocrisy, there’s always the line of too much that the fandom tends to cross quite often, just as much as they do with the clone and ghost king stuff. Bruce is just as much of a good parent (or at least a trying one) as he is a bad one, and people tend to ignore his good qualities for the sake of a joke. His character is centered around the fact that he cares, he’s just truly shit at communicating it — which, cheers bro, I’ll drink to that.

And there’s already a ton of batfam prompts and aus out there where Danny shows up when the whole colony is already adopted, which means most of the attention goes to Danny bonding with the other siblings and having very little to do with Bruce. He’s kinda just. There. Whether that be as a prop or an antagonist or someone to point and laugh at. Which, I can’t blame people too much for — the cast is so big it’s hard to keep track of relationships and stuff.

However, I think it’s important for Danny to have some form of relationship with Bruce too and not them just be strangers, especially in a familial/platonic setting where Danny is joining the family.

They share a handful of qualities that I think would mesh well together — Danny’s canonically a pessimist while Bruce is a diehard optimist (you kinda have to be to be a hero in a place like Gotham, and he wouldn’t be Batman if he wasn’t) and they both believe in giving people second chances and have wells of compassion to tap into. Danny’s clever and resourceful, and one of his main character traits is that he’s got an iron will.

All in all, good dad bruce go brrrrr and oldest son danny is the perfect, underutilized concept to explore exactly that without distractions. I think they could get along like a house on fire, if given the opportunity.

[rhapsoddity]

ive done the evil art challege (do the opposite of what ppl on twt think ur style is) and uh

CODFATHER TIME

[raventrigonsdaughter]

For reference about what i said about Enid's werewolf height the other day, this is how crazy her size is in wednesday's description in the novel and i hope SO MUCH they never change it cause it's both fun and funny as fuck

Example 1:

Example 2:

Example 3:

And now the side by side with my favorite werewolves one of them having until now the title of biggest werewolf

PLEASE NETFLIX THIS IS SO FUCKING FUNNY IT OPENS SO MANY POSSIBILITIES, KEEP IT, like, bring it into the show, also because the novelization as many others more likely than not was based on the show's early development and then still got approved in the end means that despite the weird ass golden retriver we got they were probably really going for a horror inducing werewolf in the finale, in the final side by side specifically if she was on all fours like in the show she would still be around Van Helsing's own height, this is insane, can my fellow werewolf nerds come talk about this we got a gold mine here on teenage show territory and i need more

[mabaki]

He's got a voice in his head... that's his but not his. (Tower of Nightmares era)

Oh, all the things he hears and endures.

I only wanted to do the first panel but then I added more sketches and sometimes I dont know when to call it quits.... until I get lazy LOL

Me: Im gonna draw Lore The Lore: gay LMAO

Without the extra cropping. I mean i might as well, i drew it all out after all LMAO

He's the reason why he can use the vines and Dreamthistles the way he does, but the more Mabaki uses it, the stronger he becomes, at least in terms of influence. And if he wants to, he can take away the ability to control the vines. (Totally didn't hurt someone because of this as Mbk watched, not able to control them at all, no no).

Bonus, he's the reason Mbk didn't fall to Mordremoth.

[ywpd-translations]

Ride 774: Kiji, coming!!

Pag 1

1: Welcome, to the Emperor's throne!!

My aim is the double crown!!

Pag 2

4: Ahhh... you're fast, the two of you

I thought I could catch you for sure at 2km left

Pag 3

1: But it took me until “1km left”, yon!!

Pag 4

3: Ah!?

He

4: caught up!? Who....

Pag 5

1: who the hell are you!?

2: The two people in the lead are taking the curve and passing the sign that says that there's 1km left until the sprint line.....

Pag 6

1: No, it's three people!!

Three people passed the “1km left” sign!!

2: There's more people!? Since when!?

Wasn't it two people!?

What happened!? Who's that? That jersey-

At the last curve, suddenly-

3: It's not “who are you”....!!

Dammit!! I know!! This guy!!

Pag 7

1: There's one more person who we need to pay special attention to

2: Gunma Ryousei's third year, Kiji Kyuui

3: Ohh, Kiji? Who's that

Oi, I already told you about this in advance, Manami!! Come on, at the sea

Is that so?

4: What's your data about him?

5: There's basically no record of him in road racing

6: He's an..... “assassin” from the MTB world, huh

7: Is he aiming for the goal?

8: Yeah.... the goal...

That's right....

We should be glad

Pag 8

1: That he's only aiming for the goal

2: Hayaaaa!!

3: Dammit!! The first result.... so you're aiming for the sprint too!?

4: Since they said you were aiming for the goal I thought you were a climber like Manami!!

Pag 9

1: Let's speed up, Orange!! He'll catch up!!

2: I've seen it before!! This guy's jersey

3: That day.... he appeared suddenly on that bike with the thick tires

Pag 10

1: It's the guy who chased Onoda-san and the Hakogaku guy with the bouncy hair!!

2: Before that, Onoda-san said they were friends and that he's “strong”!!

3: He's coming to catch up to

4: mine and San-na's battle

Pag 11

1: He really is strong!!

Let's switch, I'll pull!!

Pag 12

1: Orange!!

3: They're in tune

You have amazing judgment and explosive power!!

4: When I caught up at the last curve

5: Even though they could have also accepted me and made me join them

Without making eye contact or calling out to each other, in an instant at the same time they made the decision

6: that they would “cooperate” to leave me behind!! Yon!!

You're really....

Pag 13

4: What's that

He's lowering his stance and pushing on the handles like he's about to dance....!!

5: Hayaaaa

Pag 14

1: You're really close friends!!

Pag 15

4: He lined up to us in one go!?

Pag 16

1: This guy!! Was it an optical illusion? Just now, I saw something like a cloud of dust behind me

2: Takadajou told us this

Be careful

3: I've been told that the power that a MTB rider can produce in a short time

4: is 1.5 times that of a road racing cyclist

5: This guy can match this top speed!?

8: Ah!?

9: Huh!?

Pag 17

2: In between!?

He came in between!?

Ah!?

3: You bastard, usually when one catches up he joins in the back

Pag 18

1: It's road racing theory!!

4: This guy doesn't know the theory?

5: 800m left until the sprint line!!

6: 1

Pag 19

1: 2

What's this- San-na, did this guy suddenly started counting

2: What's this

The sign for an attack?

3: 3

Pag 20

2: Alright, I recovered

5: Well then, I'll go

Pag 21

1: Ahead, yon

2: So it really was a sign for attacking!!

Who's that guy!!

[bacchuschucklefuck]

love thinking kipperlilly spends her afterlife looking for lucy in a familiar forest

[chongoblog]

Seeing a new 3 and a half hour video by munecat about debunking evolutionary psychology is going to be incredibly cathartic and strange because I know back in early high school I used to dabble in that pseudoscience, so seeing my past self get BTFO'd is gonna be an interesting experience

[ganondoodle]

totk made me feel like i got scammed so badly i dont think i want to get any new zelda on release and instead wait until i know its worth it

im afraid zelda will turn into half baked games with flashy imagery to distract you from its shitty writing and superficial references to older games to catch your nostalgia, that the name alone will sell anyway so why try

[cryptocism]

i was gonna ask how inertia II (helped superboy prime fight the teen titans) fit in the too many thads AU cause i originally thought he was an thad/bart clone but? he's just some dude? i feel like your (fantastic) fic gave him as much mind as the comics

truly that version of Inertia is such a mystery to me GOD i have so many questions. like, he isn't paid much mind within the actual narrative bc there's like 8 different fights happening all at once and Superboy Prime is the main antagonist but, straight up Who Is He.

like in the span of #98-100 there's a couple things that do get confirmed about him

for instance:

"After this is over, I gotta talk to them about this costume they gave me, I mean - green? It's the color of a turtle. Talk about Irony." - "This Inertia hasn't got a clue. He doesn't know that the last speedster to wear that costume killed me. I got better. But the scars run deep."

New Inertia says "they" gave him the Inertia costume. Who is "they"? Superboy Prime? CRAYDL? Someone else?

Bart concludes that New Inertia doesn't know how the previous one killed him. I assume just based on New Inertia's irreverence? But unclear.

"Inertia killed Bart, but that's not the same one. He's two inches taller. No doubt the costume choice is deliberate. Bart only has a few buttons, so it's easy to push them."

Tim notes in his narration that this Inertia is two inches taller than the last one. Why? What purpose does that serve?

Superboy Prime has proven himself capable of making clones, given the gaggle of Kon clones that show up in this fight, but if he made New Inertia to be another clone of Bart or of the previous Inertia, why the physical difference?

Even Bart can't figure out if this guy is a clone or not:

"What's the deal with all these clones? Is that Inertia one too? Or just another speedster?"

Which is kinda wild because although there is a wide selection of speedsters in present, Bart knows pretty much all of them. And even if this is a Random Guy With Superspeed, what would compel him to be here, fighting Bart?

And before any questions can be asked or answers can be given, Bart gets a lil lost in the trauma sauce (can't really blame him) and kicks the shit out of New Inertia

"I died. That happened. Inertia was the catalyst for it. He delivered the fatal blow. But I'm back, and this isn't the same Inertia, right? This is real. I've played out this scenario in my head over and over again. And every time, it felt better and better. Inflicting pain. Destroying him. Avenging myself." "So much anger - radiating like the sun. A dark, black sun. Bart is seething with rage." "It's what he deserves."

the "it's what he deserves" line always gets me. because they've already established this is a New Inertia, he literally hasn't done anything except fuck around causing trouble along with the rest of Superboy Prime's posse. anyway Bart obviously has lots of baggage surrounding Inertia, with the actions of one bleeding onto the other.

(fun fact Raven's description of Bart's emotions being a dark black sun informs a lot of the imagery in chapter 21 of Frequency)

"I... I could've killed him." "But you didn't. You controlled your emotions." "Yeah. See, Raven - we all got our demons inside."

AND THAT IS THE LAST WE SEE OF THIS GUY. Where does he go after this? Is he still unconscious after the fight or does he get away while they're going after Superboy Prime? Who does he go back to? Who The Hell Is He? Fuck you they gotta punch Superboy Prime so hard he ends up in purgatory.

Then of course the run is over, the universe is rebooted, and we get New 52. So all these questions will presumably remain unanswered forever.

But Canon Things About New Inertia Include:

he's "new to this"

not the previous incarnation of Inertia

two inches taller than the previous Inertia

received the Inertia costume from someone else, only referred to as "they"

working with Superboy Prime, but with zero on-panel interactions with either Superboy Prime or any of the other villains who have joined the fight. the degree of familiarity is unclear if not nonexistent.

irreverence regarding his predecessor implies he doesn't know the full history of what went down between Inertia and Bart

may or may not be another clone

gets the shit kicked out of him

it's so frustratingly vague lmao.

so yeah i took that and ran with it to inform Six's traits and backstory: The "they" who gave him the costume becoming CRAYDL, the other Six's, (and Project Inertia more generally). His height because he's slightly older than the previous Inertia was.

Follows-up on the previous Inertia's antagonism with only vague knowledge of what actually happened. Underestimates Bart's feelings on the topic. Joins up with Superboy Prime, not because of loyalty or familiarity but because going solo is what killed the old guy. Irreverent, uncommitted, overconfident. Tends to get the shit kicked out of him.

and then to follow up on this fight, Six's "first" meeting with Bart becomes his own weird revenge quest over that one time Bart kicked his ass. mostly just wanted the closure there, and for Six to have held a grudge about it for literal centuries bc it is funny 2 me.

my motivation for writing Frequency came from a frustration at the contradictory/unexplained/unexplored plot points and storylines specifically surrounding Thad/Inertia, this whole thing being a major one. At its most basic, Frequency is just my attempt to weave the disparate elements of canon into a cohesive narrative.