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[zap2zeitgeist]

[C O N T I N U E DF R O M: Reposted From]

Virgil was a nerd, has been since as long as he could remember and like most nerds, Virgil had gargantuan amounts of anxiety when it came to those that he had feelings for, being Bisexual in Chicago meant that anxiety sky-rocketed from it’s post of the nerdy stratosphere. Whether fortunate or not, Virgil also had a tendency to talk more when he got nervous. And boy was Virgil nervous right now and it showed. It showed his whole hand and his feelings right now. Virgil was devastated, embarrassed. Wishing he could find a hole to just crawl into. His host didn’t seem to mind, although Virgil was certain that Jamie wasn’t interested and his heart sank a little. Well that was until Jamie smiled and Virgil melted. I Guess we’ll see where th’ night takes us indeed. Virgil keep some hope and at the very least he had grained a new friend who happens to be a fan of cinema, and a potentially new ally to help Virgil be Static, t’ boot. So all is not lost even if Jamie is  not in fact interested in Virgil.

“Mhmmm” Virgil hummed in amused agreement with Jamie’s assessment of them seeing where the night goes.

“Hell yeah! Expansive. Sounds like this’ll be a blast and a lot better night than I had planned.” Virgil chuckled. When Jamie asked him to help out Virgil’s eyes lit up and he sprang into action.

“Yeah! Sure thing, man!” Virgil slide past Jamie and into the kitchen. Then trying to move again but without the traction Virgil began sliding in place until he put is hand out and snapped, causing a small spark of electricity to pop and send him sliding toward the fridge, where Virgil grabbed the fridges and slide safely to a stop. Virgil chuckled to himself, as he had fun, the quibbles still in his stomach from sliding across the floor. Popping open the fridge, Virgil makes a face at the choices, he grabs a few more of what they had been having. They weren’t bad but they weren’t what Virgil was used to drinking but he’d never let Jamie know any of that. Virgil closed the fridge and headed back to Jamie and the coffee table, walking this time, sans sliding. Virgil puts the beers on the coffee table, two in front of Jamie and two where he was about to sit on the couch, giving Jamie some space, if he were to sit on the couch, with plenty of elbow room, but also not so far that if Jamie wanted to sit closer…

@vintertsarn [Jamie Barnes]

[ragegrove]

guys  im  being  very  slow  these  past  few  weeks+,  im  v  sorry  bout  this  :(  but  ill  be  back  around  a  lot  more  soon.  not  yet,  but  soon.  <3

[fulcrumredeemed]

[C O N T I N U E D F R O M] @gobubyourself

Although Ahsoka was by no means a child when she first met Logan, she was 34, at that point, in comparison to his 129 years, at that point in time, definitely made her a 'child' in comparison to him. Ahsoka had come to work with one Erik Lehnsherr while trying to protect a prominent mutant, that also happened to be a very well known celebrity, from an assassination. The Lord of Magnetism, was still, occasionally, working with his husband, Charles Xavier, on subjects that dealt with H. sapien and H. superior relations. Since that time, Ahsoka had stopped into the mansion to say 'hi' and crash for a bit in her travels. This was one of those times that she had decided to stop in and say 'hi'. It had been a very long time since Ahsoka had been back to the mansion. So long that she was out of the loop that THIS Logan was not the Logan of this universe, or even what happened to that Logan. To her this was Logan. Logan was Logan, was Logan. It didn't matter. Especially after her travels to other universes using the World Between Worlds. The ones that knew her, knew her, even if the memories were of another version of Ahsoka. A smile spreading across her face, soft, kind and at peace. A smile similar to the knowing smile of a kind woman, maybe a mother, that has seen many things in her life that has given her knowledge and patience. "Glad I could help." Ahsoka said with a chuckle as she met Logan for the hug. She was happy that today was a receptive day. He gave good hugs, ones that made you think of when you think of a hug from a good and caring father from the frontier. She wrapped her arms around Logan's neck and upper back and squeezed in while bracing for the return hug that she knew would be tight. Ahsoka loved it. As they released from the embrace, she chuckled at Logan's inquiry. Out of trouble. Ha! "Kinda. You know me. Trouble just kinda finds me. But hey, I'm alive." Memories of ALL of the trouble that she had been getting into as of late flashed through her mind. She knew that Logan would gruffly tell, not ask but tell, her that she should have asked him for help. Logan, despite his outward appearance and overall demeanor, was a kind and caring person deep down. Ahsoka knew that he just didn't have time for people's BULLSHIT. Her eyes shooting open in surprise and excitement as Ahsoka remembered that she had a gift for Logan. "SO...Within my troubles...I mean travels, I happened upon a tribe within Columbia. So the end result is that they wanted me to have a gift. This is blessed by their shaman, priest, guy, for their Jaguar spirit. They are tobacco and some other local herbs, cigar." Ahsoka reached into the pouch, that was attached to her belt on the small of her back, and pulled out a box, made of woven jungle leaves, that was the length of a decent sized cigar, that looked as though it could hold 4 or 5. She handed the box to Logan, Ahsoka knew that he loved to smoke cigars but she wasn't sure if there a specific kind or brand that he liked. She really hoped that he liked the gift. +

[gothicprep]

[autumnmongrel]

Surely it wasn't that bad, but regardless Akihiro Daken Howlett was trained by shadowy mastermind behind much of the world's bullshit throughout history Romulus. He could charm anyone through anything, one has to be able to stomach whatever they see to do that. Not that Akihiro was trying to charm Wade. Well that's not entirely true. He wanted to charm Wade to make him feel welcome and that Akihiro was okay with his being with his father, Logan and it seemed to be working. Good. "Mai dude, you have no idea what I saw growing up. I'm sure I can handle whatever ya got for me. 'nd I promise that I'll be kind with my jokes at your expense." Akihiro chuckled out teasingly to Wade. --------Akihiro walked over to a nearby bench and plopped down with his four overly crowded tacos with everything they had in the truck in this greasy taco truck taco, complete with the truck's hot sauce. Eyeballing these amazing looking tacos then looking over to Wade. "These look fuckin amazing." Akihiro says as Wade approaches, salivating about the food they were about to eat.

@ontheticktick

@autumnmongrel

Wade had withdrawn his phone from his pocket under the impression that they would be ORDERING IN for the food. For that reason, it was a genuine surprise to the Merc when Akihiro was getting up and suggesting that they actually leave the apartment in order to indulge in taco truck food, AKA THE BEST FOOD ON THE ENTIRE FUCKING PLANET. On top of that, Akihiro had REVEALED A WEAPON TO HIM. A very nice weapon, to be specific. A KATANA. Be still his beating heart...

He placed his hand over his heart in a faux dramatic gesture, arching his brows beneath his mask as though he would be FLUTTERING HIS EYELASHES...if he wasn't wearing a mask. And if he HAD EYELASHES STILL.

"OH MY..." Wade pondered the offer as he moved his pointer finger to tap a couple of times on his chin in thought, though he already knew damn well what his answer was going to be.

"Well, I gotta be honest, people aren't exactly LINING UP DOWN THE BLOCK to be seen with me in a PUBLIC DINING SPACE," Wade tilted his head slightly, "so I just assumed we'd be getting something DASHED TO THE DOOR." He brought his hands together and rubbed them quickly as though he was gearing up for something.

"But a TACO TRUCK? In LITTLE MEXICO? You're really SPEAKING MY LANGUAGE, Akihiro." He reached over and BOOPED his finger on to the other man's NOSE, before shedding the robe that he had been wearing, as well as the slippers, revealing his usual 'Deadpool' suit beneath it, unsurprisingly.

"Do gotta warn ya," he added as they were walking towards the front door, "your papa says it's SUPER HARD to eat when I have my mask off, but it's IMPOSSIBLE for me to eat with it on. So, TRIGGER WARNING: MY UGLY MUG."

[revacholianpizzaagenda]

It is not wrong to say that Disco Elysium makes fun of all political stances but it is an incomplete statement. It makes fun of all political stances from a Marxist perspective.

You can be mocked as a fascist from a Marxist perspective. You can be mocked as a capitalist from a Marxist perspective. You can be mocked as a centrist from a Marxist perspective. And you can be mocked as a communist from a Marxist perspective. One of these things is not like the others!

(all while exploring dialectical materialism: the worldbuilding: the game)

[hisui555]

Cooking commentary

Or, as my grandma would say : "That's a dish traditionally enjoyable by two people : one to distract the cook, the other to throw it out the nearest window."

Bonus :

(Had the idea to have Hero try to comfort him with kind words, only to accidentally finish him - "Don't worry I mess up vivariums too sometimes and then I can't house the beetles I catch" - with Assok laughing their fabric ass off but... meh, long enough already.)

[tojisun]

oki but this is sooo biker!simon after that first hookup you two had!! (this is a silly ramble based on the vid teehee)

biker!simon (ghost) riley x fem reader

!! smut - minors dni; D/s; sexting :’> // biker!simon mlist

you left with your number saved in his phone and his number saved in yours – simon having been the one to type it in. he named himself in your contacts as ‘simon 🏍️’ then got too shy at its obnoxiousness so he renamed it to ‘simon’ only.

(you later changed it to ‘si <3’ anyway).

simon sends the first message, unable to wait.

“hope you got home safe.” <

he would’ve dropped you home if he could, but simon understands why you preferred to keep your location a secret from him.

he waits for your reply, which arrives thirty minutes later.

> “thank you!! and i just got home, safe and sound <3”

simon almost chokes at the giddiness that lodged in his throat, his fingers trembling as he sends his reply.

the conversation picks up after that, mutual awkwardness breaking as friendship begins to bloom. you two try to make up plans, but your schedules never synced up and it left simon starving. aching with a heavy desire because he wants to see you again. wants to be with you again.

he wonders if you felt the same way. if you ache for his touch. for his body. if you lay on your bed at night, tracing at your skin, reminiscing the way simon pressed kisses into your soft corners and tender flesh.

simon wonders if you do. hopes that you do.

because even though he knows how much you’ve whispered how you love him, he had chucked it to your delirium; had told himself that it was a spur of the moment thought in fear that you would actually reject him.

so it came to him as a surprise when you sent him a… sensual message. nothing too conspicuous, but something that set him ablaze.

> “i miss the way you held me.”

simon stares at the message, going breathless as the memories return to him full force. it’s not like simon forgot – he knows he can never – but he’s been trying to push it in the back of his mind to pursue a more innocent relationship with you.

because you deserve more than a series of messages full of the ways he’d promise to fuck you – positions, places, and the amount of times he’d make you cum just with his mouth. because you deserve more than just words. words that aren’t even spoken, just typed.

and yet, he couldn’t help himself. he types in his reply, his mind overtaken by a fog that settles within his blood, mingling with reason.

“i miss you too, sweet girl.” <

simon breathes in, his mind shackled by the memory of your heat wrapped around him, and adds:

“miss the way you moaned for me.” <

he doesn’t hesitate when he sends this but simon does feel a twinge of guilt when he finally sees it in the message thread, something that snaps him outside of the fog just long enough to feel the way he’s been tightly gripping on his phone.

because what if this was too much? was he supposed to just hint at what happened? to dance around the tension until you two finally get to meet? to-

> “i miss how you filled me up.”

“fuck,” simon whispers to himself as he stares at your message, his voice a ragged timbre of his devastation. he almost drops his phone on the floor, seized by the greatness of his desires that is pumping blood to his ears and into his cock.

he swipes his eyes along your message once again, unearthing the sound of your voice from his memories as he envisions the way you would’ve said this – breathy, whimper-y, broken. your throat having been thoroughly used by simon.

“fuck,” he repeats, adjusting himself underneath his sweats before sending his reply.

“i filled you good, didn’t i, princess? kissed somewhere deep in you. deeper than anyone has ever reached.” <

simon feels like a fucking depraved teenager at the way his cock jumped just at the mere sight of the speech bubble appearing on your end, showing him that you’re typing up a response. he stares at his screen intently as though willing it to finally reveal the earth-shattering reply he knows you’re going to send, only to see the speech bubble disappear completely.

he blinks, confused, and restarts his messaging app at the thought that it’s glitching. when it finally reloads, simon tries not to drown in his disappointment when he sees no new received replies from you.

his fingers twitch, apology already forming from the back of his mind, ready to be typed out. he bounces his legs, worrying over the appropriate words to use because he truly is sorry. he-

a notification ping shakes him from his thoughts and simon realizes that his phone had turned off amidst his spiral. he breathes in shakily, gulping when he sees your contact name flashing on the screen – ‘princess’ – and taps at your icon.

oh.

“oh,” simon repeats out loud, his voice a warbled croak.

because who wouldn’t be breathless at this?

this being an image of you in nothing but simon’s zip-up jacket, the one that he lent you from that one fateful night when you two met up. it falls just past your pelvis, giving him a good glimpse of your thighs only to cut just above your knees, a grave loss that resonated with simon as he honest to god whimpers. it’s not zipped up all the way, stopping like a low v-cut on your chest which shows enough of your cleavage and your pretty tits that simon’s throat constrict in his thirst.

simon’s greedy eyes almost bypass your other message:

> “i wish you can tear my clothes off me again.”

he groans, feeling his cock leak from your message; from seeing you love his rough side.

he has to grip his phone as his unrelenting mind wanders, imagining the way he’d rip that jacket off your beautiful body. the way he wouldn’t even fully shrug it off you because simon wants to take you that way – surrounded with everything of him. his cock buried in your cunt, his hands braced on either side of your face, and his clothes grazing the skin with which his hands can’t caress. simon wants to envelope you with all that he is. with all that you will allow him to give.

fuck. he wants you. he needs you.

simon has to breathe through his mouth as he sends you a reply, choosing careful words to express his intention.

(but not to express the twinge of his darkness. of his possessiveness. not yet, anyway.)

“i’d do that and more, sweetheart.” <

he licks his lips, fingers hovering above his screen. thinking. hesitating. making up his mind. then, sending:

“wanna see what you do to me? how you make me so fucking hard?” <

simon absolutely moans at your beautiful, submissive reply:

> “yes, please.”

(what a good girl. and simon doesn’t even need to teach you how to be one. god, aren’t you just too perfect for him?)

[lycandrophile]

at this point i don’t even have any commentary to add to this. i’m just tired.

[autumnmongrel]

Akihiro's past wasn't anywhere near squeaky clean, in fact it was comparable to that of the Winter Soldier, that he was supposed to be meeting today. In a few minutes. Either way Akihiro had no room to judge the former assassin, but that didn't mean that Akihiro didn't have some deep seated need for vengeance and for justice, not to mention just the rage that has been smoldering deep within the depths of the furnace within Akihiro's heart.

The man reached out in peace, to apologize, make amends. The fact that Akihiro had been hunting this man for most of his life, when he wasn't hunting his father, Logan Howlett, and Bucky had to know that he would be hunting him, so for him to reach out, in supposed peace, Akihiro decided to hear him out. On the off chance that this was legit. Hence, meeting at this dingy little bar, that was far below his usual standards in the clubs and bars that Akihiro usually frequented.

Grabbing the door handle and pulling the door open into a 1920's style bar called Monk McGinns, meant more for the working man to come and relax than it is for partying or fun. It was more wood than anything else, maybe even more wood than even alcohol. Man, that better not be the case, Akihiro is gonna need a bottle or five for this, and we're not talking beer either. Akihiro looked around the bar, although he didn't know why. He didn't even know what a Bucky Barnes looked like. During the phone call that Bucky paid Akihiro, the pair had agreed that when Akihiro arrived at Monk McGinns that he would call Bucky's cell while Bucky would watch the door, to see someone deliberately use their phone to make a call at the same time that Bucky would receive the call from Akihiro. Grabbing his phone from his rear, left pocket, and hit dial to the number Bucky had called from, scanning the bar for the person, supposedly Bucky, that would answer the call. 

@vintertsarn

starter for @autumnmongrel

It had taken HYDRA a LONG TIME before they thought that their ASSET had been broken down enough to be trusted to go out on a mission without the assassin's equivalent to a HELICOPTER PARENT. It had taken HYDRA nearly two decades to tear Bucky's psyche apart to the extent that was required to rebuild a new man in his place.

Before then, though...the SUPPOSED DEATH of Steve Rogers had been enough to send him into the depths of his own personal hell. With him in that state, HYDRA had seized the opportunity they had and forced him into a few SUPERVISED MISSIONS.

He wasn't given a picture of the target, only names. One by one.

One of those missions had been simply ITSU.

It had only been when he'd looked through his SCOPE that he even knew that it was a woman. He knew that he didn't have a choice. He knew that HYDRA knew about BECCA, and he wasn't going to be the reason she died too.

Now, with his memories once more restored to him completely, Itsu's name, along with a handful of others, had been added to his list of those he wanted to MAKE AMENDS WITH. He couldn't apologize to the victims obviously, but he could attempt to find any family that might still be around.

This one had been more difficult, and had required someone much more skilled at gathering intel than even he was...he'd had to get NATASHA'S HELP.

What she had discovered, was that Bucky happened to have more than one connection to Itsu. She had also been LOGAN'S WIFE. Which meant that the man that he was going to be meeting with that day was going to be LOGAN'S SON.

Admittedly, part of him wondered if this was going to be the day he died, but he kept those concerns to himself. His arm was Vibranium...he would be FINE.

Bucky had been waiting at the table within a small bar for about a half hour. He'd arrived earlier than what the two men had agreed upon, mostly so he could mentally prepare. In that time, he had wound up mostly DISASSOCIATING and rolling the small cocktail napkin in front of him into what would have been a cigarette if it had different paper and tobacco in the mix.

His eyes kept moving to the door when it opened, and finally when he looked, he saw someone that resembled the picture that he'd seen. His throat felt dry, as it always did during this process, so he took a drink of the whiskey he'd ordered before holding up his hand to get Akihiro's attention. When he had it, he offered a small smile, awkward as it was as well. He was TRYING.

[batwynn]

Vote before looking at the comments or tags for answers or spoilers, please.

[zap2zeitgeist]

[C O N T I N U E D F R O M] @halfdent

Virgil had only been passing through Gotham, well flying actually, either way he only meant to stop in to check in on Wayne, his man Alfred, and anyone else that may be or have been staying at the BATCAVE. He hadn't quite made it to Wayne's when he saw Two-Face, of all people, just sitting at a patio table outside of a café. No one screaming, or freaking out, nothing was out of order or in any sort of disarray, from what Virgil could see. He had to go see what was going on, to answer his questions about Harvey Dent. Virgil knew that Harvey had been a Gotham's District Attorney at one point, some how gone to crime. He also knew that while helping Wayne out, and encountering Harvey, that he more than vibed with him back then and he was still a kid back then. Now Virgil was an adult, understood things a bit better, understood Harvey's motive better now. So seeing the man of law, order and crime sitting civilly at the café table was confusing but it was also intriguing and tempting.

Virgil HAD TO go an talk to this man, that he had known for years technically, even if they had only been in conflict with each other in passing. Leading our viewers back to the present, Virgil's feet being firmly on the ground, his saucer, that he used to fly around, now closed and under his arm, standing near Harvey's table, a genuine smile on Virgil's face. Virgil loved making quips and puns, he was proud of the recent ones he had made to Harvey, as shown with the grin that he worn. It was one of his favorite pasted times while fighting crime, but that didn't mean that it wasn't also something that he enjoyed doing to make people laugh, outside of crime fighting, as well. Virgil had hoped that he would at least get some sort of amused reaction out of Harvey for the clever pun. Harvey's statement intrigued Virgil, holding his attention, he wanted to know more. "I mean that's a fair point." Agreeing with the man to see IF Harvey was receptive to talking with Virgil or not, even if Virgil did actually agree with Harvey at the same time. Virgil looked inquisitively at the chair across the former D.A. "Ya mind if I sit 'nd chat with you?" His tone cheerful and pleasant as he asked hopefully to sit and get to know this man that he had fought more than a few times over the years.

[bahoreal]

Question for fic writers!

[zap2zeitgeist]

"BAT KIDS?!? I mean kind of. I do hang out with Bats a lot. Why? You UP t' somethin ya SHOULDN'T be?" A jokester during most situations & , despite what his dad may think, it WASN'T that Virgil didn't take things seriously. It was MORE that he wanted to make people SMILE, & take the edge off an already STRESSFUL world. DOESN'T matter if they are friend or foes, everyone deserves to smile & chuckle of their OWN free WILL, & ya know, if it makes HIMSELF laugh even better. This job was HARD. It took its TOLL on a guy when he see the worst in the world, EVERY DAY. Virgil began laughing at his own joke, mostly because it was funny but in part because it showed that he was joking. That he didn't care if she was a criminal or not.

"Nah, I'm NOT here for 'nything like that. T' be honest, and NOT t' put down your street cred or nothing, but I don't even know who you are. I'm NOT IN Gotham that often. I more was just flying 'nd vibin 'nd saw what looked like people doin something, flew down to see if ya needed HELP. Ya know, after finding out what I would be asking t' help out with. " Virgil looked at this woman in front of him, & smiled. Like he really didn't know who she was. IF she was a criminal, she was NOT one that he had helped Bats fight. She could also just be a really REALLY bitchin civilian just as easily be a HERO or a VILLAIN.

"But like seriously, Just wanna help. I'm STATIC. Just wanna help out however I can." Virgil offering his hand in greeting to the woman.

@drekkavac

𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑   𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋   .    ─    not   accepting   .

❝  𝐒𝐎  𝐘𝐎𝐔’𝐑𝐄  𝐎𝐍𝐄  𝐎𝐅  𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐄  𝐁𝐀𝐓  𝐊𝐈𝐃𝐒  𝐎𝐑  𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍?  ❞    Anya  worked  hard  to  make  sure  that  her  business  stayed  just  that  …  THEIR  OWN.   They  hadn’t  formally  met  @zap2zeitgeist,  but  word  travelled  fast  in  the  underground  when  you  knew  WHO  TO  KEEP  IN  TOUCH  WITH.   With  enough  work  you  could  get  a  nice  list  of  who  to  make  friends  with  ,  &  who  to  steer  clear  of.   In  this  case  that  remained  to  be  seen.    ❝  Or  some  punk  kid  out  to  cause  some  trouble  for  me.   I’m  not  in  the  mood.  ❞

[anonymouspuzzler]

starting a @heartbreakgulch x @villain-coded-comic thread because there's been uh. a few of these. that i've drawn. thanks again to @strangegutz & company for letting me play with their tuoys

[megatraven]

OTP prompts based on a reddit thread I saw today titled, "What is something a friend did that accidentally turned you on?"

A licks B's hand to try grossing B out, but B wants to kiss A afterwards

A loans B their hoodie and realizes it smells really good when B returns it

A gets knots in their back and one day complains about it to B, who immediately comes over and tells A to relax before massaging the knot out

A is on the edge of having a panic attack when B reaches down and grabs A by the chin and asks if they're doing okay, distracting A

A and B go to a concert together, where A puts their finger through B's belt loop so they don't get lost or separated, flustering B

B places a hand on A's forearm and keeps it there while they talk/ask a question

A and B are working on an art project together that involves paint when B comments on there being some on A's face. B tells A to close their eyes and wipes it away, and when A opens their eyes, they see B leaning in for a kiss.

A and B are roommates, and A thinks B smells really good. A asks B what they wear to smell so nice, only to find out B doesn't wear anything, and A just likes the way B smells.

A puts their and on B's hip by accident and feels B's underwear beneath their thin clothes/dress

B cries on A's shoulder, and A feels guilty for getting turned on by it

A, B, and C are on a roadtrip together, and the hotel has one bed and one couch. C calls the couch, and A and B get stuck in the bed together. A wakes up to B cuddling them in their sleep

B is doing A's makeup but A isn't angling their head right, so B grabs their chin and tilts it up towards them, flustering A

A is laying down in the morning after a sleepover with B when B climbs on top of them, chest pressed to A's back, and tells them to wake up and that breakfast is ready

B hugs A while A confides in B about their bad day

A keeps their work keys clipped to their belt loop, but occasionally B needs to use them and unclips them themself, making A feel tingly each time

B asks A to do something for them, and says "good girl" when they do it, turning A into a blushing mess. (Optional: A may question their gender afterwards)

A sits on B's lap and B grows very warm

A asks B if their lips are chapped and gets really close to B

B presses down on A's bruises absentmindedly, distracting A

A is talking to B but B isn't paying attention, so A interlocks their fingers with B's to keep their attention on them

A and B are at a pool party wearing their bathing suits when B reaches over A and puts their hand on A's thigh for support

A strokes B's hair for so long that B begins to fall asleep from how nice it feels

A usually goes by a nickname, but B has taken a shine to using A's full name which makes A feel a way