#this idea has been haunting me

[martiniluvr]

18+ minors dni

a lil bit of a long drabble but I’ve been consumed by visions of sparring w jason so…ur welcome.

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you grunt with effort as you hurl your fist towards jason todd, yelling in exasperation when he easily blocks your punch with his forearm. “you’re not driving hard enough,” he barks, obstructing your other hand with the same manoeuvre. “still not paying attention, are you?” you glare at him and lunge again, aiming for his side, and you manage to land a decent hit this time. he grunts softly, but shakes his head.

“rookie mistake,” he huffs, glancing down with a smirk. “you just sacrificed your footing.” he sweeps his leg between yours and knocks you to the mat, instantly pinning you under his body with his muscular legs. “see, if this was the real world,” he pants, his face hovering inches above yours, “you’d be dead now, ma.” your chest heaves and sweat beads along your hairline as you squirm beneath him, your arms flailing as you try to wrestle yourself free. jason lets out a chuckle as his eyes drift down to your breasts spilling out over your sports bra. “don’t hurt yourself,” he teases.

you huff angrily and try to shove his arm, widening your eyes as he loses balance, if only for a second; not wasting a moment, you roll out from under him and use the momentum to launch yourself onto your knees, before dropping back on top of jason and pinning him using the same position he had used on you mere seconds before. you grin at his puzzled expression as you press your forearm to his chest. “do you yield?” you ask, raking your eyes over the y-shaped scar down his exposed abdomen.

“you cheated,” he says, knitting his brows; still, you notice a smile tugging at his lips. you reach down to move a strand of white hair that’s stuck to his sweaty forehead, smiling at him. “no rules in a street fight, jay,” you laugh. “just admit you lost.” you absently shift over jason’s pelvis, sending a flash of heat up his abdomen. “come on, jay. let me have this!”

his green eyes glimmer as you speak, and he slowly works to free one of his arms while you gloat. “no rules, huh?” he muses, trying to keep you distracted. “alright, ma. let’s do this your way.” you barely have time to question what he means before his arm flies out from under your legs and knocks you flat onto the mat. you gasp as you feel jason’s heavy body resting on your back, biting your lip when his hips rock against your ass. you feel his hardening cock pushing into you, which sends warmth pooling in your lower belly.

“what’s wrong, ma?” he breathes against your ear, tracing one of his hands down your back and over the curve of your ass until he’s between your legs. his fingers press against your clothed clit, and you breathe shakily as he rubs slow circles over your leggings. “y’said no rules, right?” you don’t answer, too preoccupied with biting back a moan as jason works your legs apart with his knee so he can grind his length against you.

“wanted me to let you win,” he tuts, using one hand to tug your fitted leggings over the flesh of your ass and down your thighs. “c’mon, princess, you know I’m a sore loser.” you whine as he tugs your panties to the side and runs his fingers from your clit to your entrance. a deep chuckle rumbles behind you as he feels how wet you are, and you feel him shift as he aligns himself at your pussy. you moan desperately when he glides the head of his cock between your folds, pressing your belly further into the mat in an attempt to feel him.

“yield,” jason whispers in your ear, guiding his length to your tight cunt but never giving you what you need. “c’mon, ma. just admit you lost and I can help you, hm?” you can practically hear the smug grin on his face, but even though you’re probably just as sore a loser as he is, there’s only one thing you want more than a win right now.

“fuck, jay,” you whine, bucking your hips back up against him, “I yield, okay? you win. please, just—please.” he laughs behind you and places his hands on your waist, turning you onto your back so you can face him. he takes in your lust-blown pupils and pliant, sweat-beaded body with a grin. not so tough now, are you, princess?

“that wasn’t so hard, was it?” he smirks, pulling your leggings off completely and discarding them behind you, before bringing his fingers back down to your clit. a moan escapes you as he aligns himself at your aching cunt, sinking into you agonisingly slow as his fingers dig into your delicate skin. he swears under his breath as you squeeze around him, feeling your walls drawing him in hungrily. “fuck, ma,” he groans, leaning back to watch you take him. a hazy smile spreads over his lips as you arch your spine off the mat beneath you. “not a bad consolation prize, huh, baby?”

[snawleyy]

draw your star wars oc like this ig

[raynewolferune]

Battle of the Not It

Just me pushing my personal agenda that the Battle for the Cowl makes no freaking sense once again.

I want to see the Battle of the Not It, Nose Goes, Worst out of 126+ Rounds of Rock Paper Siscors Takes It, etc. Basically, the Batfam throwing down in Bruce's absence to Not Be The One Who Inherits (TM). No one wants dear dad's emo fursona but they all agree someone has to take it. The resulting Loser Gets Batmanned sibling war throws Gotham into chaos, Oracle's keeping score of everything, the one with the lowest score at the end of every week is stuck with Batman Duty the following week.

Damian hates loosing his swords everytime he gets stuck doing Batman. Tim can't stand losing his tech. Jason misses his guns. Cass hates having to talk on can't use words days. Staphanie hates doing the voice. Dick can't tolerate being unable to smile. Duke needs his freaking sleep. The list goes on because they've all agreed they hate to embody Bruce's Batman, no one can put their own flare on it (Gun!Batman will not happen on their watch and they won't risk any other equally horrible variation either.) The resulting sibling war takes place 24/7 in the masks and the criminals and citizens of Gotham are as awed as they are horrified by it.

The strangest alliances form and disolve week to week. Dick cheats whenever he gets close to loosing and dips out because "Bludhaven needs him." Cass flits off to China on a last minute mission when too many of her siblings start forming up an alliance against her. Steph breaks her leg (she says it's an accident but Tim has very vocal doubts about that). Tim, Duke, and Damien start teaming up against Jason frequently and Red Hood gets stuck doing Batman practically every other week. Other weeks, Jason picks one of them as Robin for his Batman week (rotating between them as revenge) and forces a temporary alliance to make another of them Batman for the next week. Alfred encourages the four's little rivalry and manages to finagle them into all staying in the manor full time with him.

Just Batfam bonding shenanigans over how much they all Do Not want to be Batman.

And when Bruce comes back Babs naturally has a highlight reel waiting for him. Some of the gems include: Steph in a cast with crutches say "oh no, I broke my leg, however will I be Batman now" in the most deadpan voice. Dick 'answering' an obviously turned off cell phone pretending it's an emergency calling him back to Bludhaven. Cass saluting the security camera as she leaves with a full duffle bag in the dead of night. Jason in the Batsuit, minus cowl, storming into the kitchen shouting "you little shits are conspiring against me!" As Tim, Duke, and Damien are crowded around the island with a bunch of documents clearing planning something. A heated game of Rock Paper Scissors between Dick, Jason, and Tim with the rest of the batkids watching (having already won their freedom from the cowl for the following week). Duke wearing the cowl and asking Oracle repeatedly over coms if it's time for bed yet. Damien throwing a full on tantrum trying to get out of wearing the physical cowl "it's unnecessary and impractical!"

Oracle sends him the reel a day after his return during the standard Justice League team meeting, helpfully projecting it so everyone can see. The reels starts with an argument in the Bat Cave between all of Batman's (previously unknown to the Justice League) children:

"Well, Dickhead, I guess this means you're it now." The clip starts with a red helmeted man speaking.

"The fuck?" Nightwing asks on screen.

"You're Batman now." The teenager with yellow bandoliers replies from where he sits in front of an enormous computer. A girl in purple and another in black both nod. (At this point, it begins to dawn on members of the Justice League that this is footage from the fabled Bat Cave they're seeing.)

"Oh, fuck that!" Nightwing answers. "Not it!" He shouts. The boy with the bandoliers jolts and then says seemingly reflexively.

"Nose goes!" Bandolier boy calls out hand shooting up and touching his nose as he speaks. Both girls and Nightwing react immediately following suit. A smaller boy with a sword copies them a half second later. The red helmeted man sputters.

"Wha-that-NO! NO NO NO NO NO! I am not the one! Fuck no!"

"You snooze you loose, Bro." Nightwings tells him.

There's a pause, red helmet starts laughing, pulls the helmet off slowly to reveal a red domino underneath, and lazily touches his nose with a sharp grin.

"You're right, Bro." He says teasingly. "And Signal's still sleeping." A short pause and then all the people on screen are laughing.

"Oh," bandoliers gasps out between giggles. "He is gonna be so pissed in the morning."

[darkeeveeanimatesus]

I'm becoming increasingly more obsessed with the idea of the Fairly Oddparents being angels/ somewhat angel adjacent. Having angelic powers at the least.

Also I'm thinking about making a comic with Dev learning about this and freaking out. Especially when he realizes what that implies about Irep and the anti-fairies...

Yeah

[imafluffycupcakey]

Picture this (I don't know how the no metas in Gotham works so please bare with me here):

Gotham is apparently under attack by what can only be assumed to be aliens, except when batman gets there/hey get some footage, what they see are teenage girls dressed like they came out of sailor moon, with superman type of powers (and more) just beating the absolute crap out of some minor goon, and doing very little effort to do so.

Worse of all? Those colorfull tennage girls don't even wear masks and are just showing off for the entire Gotham to see, painting a giant target on heir back woukd be more subtle.

Meanwhile said girls where just looking for their father and stumble upon crime after crime on the city and decided to do a clean up because it's what they do on Townsville.

Power puff girls gen Z (the anime) x Batman.

[wolfstargazer]

How about an angsty, Wolfstar one-shot telling of a night out in Soho in October 1981 - all rain, and smoke, and drink, and sticky floors, and dim red lights, and early Soft Cell, and two men who have no-where else to hide their desire now their friendship has fallen apart as the world crumbles around them?

[violet-sumire]

Bad fanfic idea: Postcanon Endeavor and Rei patch things up between them better than expected, and Rei ends up with child again (accidentally this time).

Fuyumi is all happy and congratulatory, but is screaming on the inside.

Shouto is baffled to the highest degree, but he's just happy as long as his mom is happy.

Natsuo actually doesn't know, as he's ghosted his family after a bad encounter with Endeavor at Touya's (second, final) funeral.

[ahopefulbromantic]

I was thinking about the great flood in Genesis. And suddenly I thought:

What if all the waters of the flood were His tears?

"They're hurting..." God said to Himself. "I wanted them to be so happy, but they're hurting each other... Destroying themselves! Every day they cry out to me, beging for this torment to stop... There's too much pain, too much suffering, My Son, they cannot take it anymore, I cannot take it anymore!..."

Humans were made in the image of God. For example, like God they would weep when they saw evil and injustice. Like God's, their eyes would well up with tears that streamed down their faces. Like God's, their hearts would break.

God's face became grim. "I regret creating them."

"But..." it softened at once, "I can't just destroy them, I-I can't, I love them! Oh, Noah! My dear Noah, he's good, he, he doesn't deserve to die! We can't have him die...!"

"We won't."

God decided to talk with Noah. He told him how to build an ark, down to the exact measurements that would surely save him. And Noah did all that the Lord commanded him.

It didn't completely soothe the heaviness in God's holy heart. It didn't stop His eyes from stinging, His chin from shaking. But at least His Noah would be safe, and that's what mattered.

After many years of trying to keep it together, of silent, secret goodbyes, the ark was finished.

"Dad..." the Word approached His Father, as tearful as Him. "It's okay, You won't hurt them. You don't have to hold back anymore. You can let it out now."

And God began to cry.

All the fountains of the great deep were broken up. He cried for 40 days and 40 nights. He cried with the whole Trinity. He cried with all the tears of those who were hurt by the evil in the world. He wailed and weeped with grief as His tears flooded the whole Earth.

Every living substance was destroyed which was upon the face of the ground.

Only Noah remained alive, and they that were with him in the ark.

[meymey-draws]

Guys a question, do yall think that being a coach in the danceverse is kinda of a job, like being an actor or smt? Watching clips like Uptown Funk, there's a lot of people in the background that doesn't wear gloves, but watching Last Friday Night the coaches that appear also doesn't have gloves except Liza (so they took of their gloves just to blend in with the crowd or smt?)

I really like the hc that gloves represents their soul, but after seeing this, it got me thinking that, gloves are only for coaches, so at least, most coaches are kinda famous? Idk lol

[stardustasincocaine]

Google translating the path into hearts and pants

[angelwiththeblue-box]

just a little switch a secret twin switch

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sometimes you listen to the other one and realize it could be a tango and then you wish you could animate but alas

taglist: @starstruckodysseys @wheelsupin-azarathmetrionzinthos @incorrect-play-it-by-ear @offbookkeeping @thedragonemperess @depressedtransguy @starchaserbaby @joshkiszkashusband @blueskiesandstarrynights @genuine-possum (lemme know if u wanna be added or removed)

[quaoaaar]

poker night at the inventory if it was dandy

[sweetmaggie]

unfinished angsty comic because yes

(click for better quality because tumblr is mean as ever)

[spikedfearn]

Omg I feel like you’d eat writing this so I’ll leave it here, idea where you and Bjorn swear you hate each other but you are secretly attracted to him but you’d never ever admit that, one day when you think everyone’s out working you sneak into Bjorns room and take one of his pillows to ride it or whatever but he’s just gotten home and he hears weird noises so he peaks into your room, and so on. I WOULD SEND THIS NOT ANONYMOUSLY BUT IM SCARED SO, bonus if it’s cousin Bjorn

just letting you know I'm writing this as we speak and will hopefully be up at the end of the week 🙏🏼

[blackladynerd]

I humbly request someone make a Gentlebeard fan edit set to “Runnin’” by Beyoncé.

I need this.

Thank you.