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I'm so tired of people, on and off this website, saying "I can't understand it myself, but I support aplatonics." What's not to get? You know that feeling you have about friends or people you want to be friends with? Cool. Imagine not having it. Bam! You understand aplatonicism. Sure, the feeling is important to you, but that doesn't make "some people don't feel it" a difficult concept. It's actually really, really simple.
I'm not some alien. I am not a foreign species. I'm really not that hard to understand. If you think the idea of not having any platonic attraction to people, you need to work on your platonormativity. Big time. Not so you can be better about aplatonics and stop saying that you support us while actually treating us as alien and incomprehensible, but because odds are, one day, you'll find yourself without friends. It happens to most people sooner or later. Maybe you move to a different place where you don't know anyone. Maybe you have kids and you just don't have time to see your friends anymore. Maybe there's a falling out. Maybe you go through some transition in life and you and your friends just end up in different stages of life and don't have anything in common anymore.
Either way, one day, whether it's for a week or years, you're probably going to find yourself without any friends. It's going to be a hell of a lot easier to get through that if you've already come to understand that you have worth outside of your relationships with others, that being friendless is actually not a negative trait and doesn't mean you're a bad person, and that you can enjoy your own company and be perfectly happy by yourself.
I already know that. I'm an aplatonic who likes having social connections, even if I don't like calling them friendships anymore, but I have been in that part of life before. Yeah, talking to people is fun, but I know how to exist without it. It's like a hobby to me. Just as I love dancing but I'm doing just fine now that I don't have the opportunity to do it, I was fine without interacting with friends. The question, dear alloplatonic, is whether you'll be fine. If you truly cannot wrap your head around not having an innate desire for friends, I don't you will be. I think it's about time you buckle down and learn to understand living that way.
#oh did you expect happy pride month posts from me?#nah#I'm still that angry apl alloaro#and my gender keeps getting worse#so as long as I'm pissed off from dealing with gender crises?#yeah you can get this shit#apl#aplatonic#aspec#aplatonic spectrum#aplspec
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people are drawing Steamboat Willie Mickey doing all this crazy shit and whatnot, but you could always do that. you can do that now, with current Mickey, just fine. it's fanart and it's legally protected. hell you could take Disney-drawn Mickey and put a caption about unions or whatever on it and it would still be protected under free speech and sometimes even parody law.
what is special about public domain is that you can SELL him. you could take a screenshot and sell it on a tshirt. you can use him to advertise your plumbing business. people have already uploaded and monetized the original film.
you could always have Mickey say what you want, but now you can profit off it.
#steamboat willie#Mickey mouse#Disney#public domain#you can't trademark him as like a logo or mascot of your plumbing business i just mean like#you can slap him in your commercial or side of the van#i just have seen soooo many people make ORIGINAL art of him and I'm like#no that's not the point!! you can already do that!!!#(obvs if it's a comic or something talking about him being free or whatever then yeah like i get it)#(but those people who put him as a fighter in their game?? Quinton reviews uploading the original video?? boss shit)#(THAT'S what it's about)
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the pool scene
#the locked tomb#tlt#griddlehark#gideon the ninth#harrow the ninth#tlt art#tlt fanart#comic#apologies for how wonky it looks in some parts#um i spent like five days working on this nonstop#well not nonstop i ate a shit ton of pomegranetes or however its spelled during it#but uhm yeah#im not good at drawing backgrounds or anatomy (YET) so hhuhshsu#anyways yah yeepers when will i get to have a homoerotic moment with my former rival/enemy where i get to show them forgiveness and care#gideon wants to kiss harrow on the lips so bad its so fucking funny#harrow is a whole pathetic looking sopping wet kitten and gideon is like ooh yah thats the stuff#anwyas yah#ill post the version without their skull makeup because i like that one more#the skull makeup looks ugly sometimes (BY MY OWN DESIGN!!!! HARROW QUEEN I WILL NEVER DISS YOUR FASHION <4)#ALSO SORRY ABOUT THE PACING BUT DID YOU KNOW THAT DRAWING TWELVE PAGES OF A COMIC CAN MAKE YOU REALLY MESSED UP IN THE HEAD#hatman is in the corner of ym room rn
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Me before completing the forest temple: okay I get that ocarina of time is fun and nostalgic for people but itâs a bit of a stretch to call it one of the greatest video games of all time
Me after completing the forest temple: By revealing that Link is not a Kokiri, but a Hylian, the game effectively strips him of his humble origins amongst a group of people that already fail to recognize him in his adult form. Thus, kokiri village instantly becomes a location that is no longer Linkâs home in any sense, exacerbated by the fact that the game now loads up in the temple of time instead of Linkâs bedroomâ he is a stranger in the only place that has ever been familiar to him and he is depressingly reduced to his destiny alone. However, the subsequent introduction of the time travel mechanic, which allows the player to travel from the horrific apocalyptic future back to the idyllic past of Linkâs childhood, gives new meaning to the idea of this âdestinyâ. In effect, Link is not a stock âchosen oneâ, but a protagonist who consciously decides to fight onwards. Linkâs dual existence as a child who knows the grim future and as an adult who was powerless to stop disaster gives a sort of desperation to his character, because while it brings the player relief to revisit the Castle Town that is populated by cheerful villagers instead of lurking zombies, the story can only be progressed through the acknowledgement of reality â the decision to make those seven years pass again. Therefore, both the player and Link as a character must be proactive in their heroism and make the conscious choice to struggle onwards despite the darkness that permeatesâ
#veesaysthings#ocarina of time#fantasy story: yeah the protagonist can never go home again. Me: OH MY GOD THEY CAN NEVER GO HOME AGAIN#Im dearly sorry for all the Zelda posts#Iâm getting my shit rocked by ocarina for real#(no spoilers I literally JUST got to this point in the game)#thank you so much to my friend who is forcing me to play this#I will cry at all the temples though bc I am so awful at puzzles pls I am so dumb
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will peter be like an older brother to miles in lof ?
absolutely he is
there's about an 11 year difference between them (Miles is 14, Peter is 25), so it's a lot more like the older brother type of relationship that Peter has with Tim (despite Tim being his uncle). Peter has mentored(ish) other young heroes by this point (mostly in the Bats' universe) but since Miles is another Spider-Man, Peter takes up most of the responsibility in making sure Miles is safe and teaching him the ropes. That's HIS sassy child genius, thank you, and he's not a sidekick, he's Spider-Man.
He was also adamant that Miles tell his parents immediately, and gets along great with Rio and Jeff.
Which is HILARIOUS to me because at this point in time, Peter has built up a persona for the public eye just like the Bats did. In Rio and Jeff's eyes, they're gobsmacked that the clumsy, scatterbrained, and "scaredy-cat" kid that Tony Stark adopted a while ago is Spider-Man. (Technically, none of this is a lie. Because Peter is a terrible liar unless it's For the Jokes, and often comes across this way even if he hadn't meant to.) They're wondering how he pulled that off since he's the same age as Spider-Man, who is known to be an Avenger, and associates in the same circles as Peter. It helps that Peter and Spider-Man have been in a social media war, and that Peter works at the Daily Bugle that is known for disliking Spider-Man. Peter's been taking lessons for years atp to keep his identity safe. Which is also bonus points to Peter, because the two can tell that secret identities mean everything to him, but he told them who he was in a heartbeat (literally the very first thing he did when he found Miles).
In other words: Peter was ecstatic to become a teacher for his own matching superhero kid and it's one of the most important bonds in his life. That's his baby brother now!!
#erinwantstowrite#ao3#ao3 fanfic#leap of faith ao3#peter parker#leap of faith catch me if you can#leap of faith#miles morales#peter parker is a GOOD mentor#a great one even#he takes that shit so seriously despite it looking like he's always just telling jokes from an outside perspective#you know those folders you go home with when you're a kid#the ones where your teacher puts stickers and talks about how your day/week went and your homework#peter has one of those that's really just a journal written to make it look like miles is taking after school classes with him at SI#and miles has to give it to his parents to look over#âYou got three gold stars today!â#âyeah 'cause i didn't get blown up :)â#âthat's my boy!â#rio was like âwtafâ at first but she quickly was like âoh so if anyone is gonna help miles stay alive it's this kidâ#thank you for the ask!
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(DCXDP) The obligations of a rogue versus those of a parent (Pt. 5)
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Tw: torture scene (GiW agent receiving), general angst, canon-typical violence (DC), nobody is having a good time
Will be crossposted to AO3 eventually
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It was pretty easy for Danny to forget that Dr. Crane was a rogue at times.
Most of the time he wasnât comically evil, like what heâd expect of a Gotham rogue. He was helping Danny, even if only because he didnât want to be taken in by the GiW as well. He was even downright nice most of the time, or at least neutral.
Sure, he had a strange obsession with fear and psychology, but that wasnât really out of the ordinary for Danny. It didnât feel like living with a rogue, just likeâŠstaying with a distant relative, or something.
He seemed like just an ordinary person.
Today, though, Danny was brought back to reality.
The GiW agent theyâd tracked down together writhed on the ground, screaming in pain and terror. Scarecrow was sat a few feet away, setting up a syringe of the antidote heâd made.
After a few more moments, he injected the man with the antidote, watching him like a hawk the entire time.
Suddenly, the man surged forward, lunging at Scarecrow with a feral scream.
Unluckily for him, though, he was still weak from the fear toxin in his system, and from the beatings heâd received prior. Scarecrow easily wrestled him to the ground, settling himself on the broad part of the agentâs back with a vice grip on one of his arms.
âLetâs try again,â he said sharply, all of the warmth Danny had grown used to gone from his voice. âWhere is the GiW base of operations?â
The agent took several shuddering breaths before spitting at Scarecrow, defiance and hatred written all over his face.
For just a moment, the room was utterly silent.
âFine, have it your way.â
Scarecrow began to twist the manâs arm further. It wasnât long before the agent began to squirm, then writhe, beneath him. Dannyâs stomach churned.
âYou know,â Scarecrow began, almost conversationally, âthere are plenty of jobs that one can get without the use of their legs, especially with the level of education you have. Anything that doesnât involve hard labor, really.â
The manâs face was beginning to turn red in his struggle not to scream. He took in gasping breaths, the way that his mouth moved almost reminding Danny of a goldfish.
(He felt awful for the comparison, but it was true.)
âHowever,â Scarecrow continued, âI find youâd be rather hard-pressed to find a job without the use of your arms. Especially in a place like Gotham, where you can always be replaced by someone eager to do your job for even less money. Of course, you could most likely coast off of savings and severance pay for a while, butâŠâ
He leaned closer to the manâs head, his voice lowering.
âWould you be able to live like that? To live with yourself, if you no longer have a purpose?â
He allowed the agent a few seconds of rest before increasing the pressure on his arm. The agent gasped, letting out a strangled hiss. His arm bones were making fascinating noises in response to the strain. Danny felt sick.
âYou seem like a rather driven young man. Iâm sure your family would hate to see you unmotivated, directionless. Would they resent you, do you think?â
âFuck you, youââ
The man was cut off by his own scream as Scarecrow finally allowed his arm to break, audibly splintering into thousands of useless shards of bone.
He had the exact pressure memorized. Clearly, he had done this before.
This was wrong. This was wrong.
Shouldnât Danny step in, do something?
âThat wonât heal cleanly. Even with the best medical care in the world, youâll end up with permanent damage.â
The man below him wheezed and sobbed, choking on air as Scarecrow let go of his arm carelessly, letting it flop back onto the ground.
âJust the sort of thing something like you deserves,â Scarecrow hissed, his voice cold.
âYou tortured a child, and you enjoyed it. You laughed with your friends about it. In your notes, one of your friends complained about the screaming,â Scarecrow brought his leg around, grinding his boot into the manâs broken arm. He howled in agony, writhing uncontrollably.
âWas it inconvenient to him, do you think? Too loud? If you were joking about it, clearly you thought so, too. I could fix that as well.â
He drew out another needle, this one once again filled with fear toxin.
âScarecrow, wait,â Danny choked out.
Scarecrow turned to look at him.
Even his posture was different than usual. He looked⊠stiff, more like an animal than a man. When he tilted his head at Danny in a silent question, it looked like something in his neck had snapped, his head lolling to the side.
Danny wondered if he was consciously moving like that, or if it was habit at this point.
âYouâwe donât have to do this. We can get information some other way, right? You donât have toâŠâ
Danny looked down at the GiW agent below Scarecrow. He didnât even have it in him to glare up at Danny like he had before. Instead he laid limply on the ground, tremors rolling through his body uncontrollably.
âWeâve exhausted every other option and you know it,â Scarecrow said, his voice low, âthis is the only way we can move forward.â
âStill, IâI donât,â Danny swallowed, his throat tight, âthis isnâtâthis isnât right. Isnât there some other way to do this? Likeâa truth serum, or something?â
âTruth serums are notoriously unreliable. Theyâre almost as bad as lie detectors. Weâre much more likely to get a reliable result from this.â
Danny just stared at the GiW agent and his splintered, ruined arm. He began to weakly wriggle in Scarecrowâs grasp, which was graciously ignored.
He vaguely remembered himself doing the same thing when he was on the operating table; even if he knew there was no chance of escape, he still thrashed and screamed, desperate to get away. The jagged I-shaped incision on his torso felt uncomfortably warm.
What was there left to say?
âThe Bat does the same thing at times, you know,â Scarecrow said, âhim and the rest of his brood. By using my toxin, Iâm actually lessening the amount of permanent damage that Iâm doing. Physically.â
âStill, that doesnât make it right,â Danny said desperately. âEven ifâeven if everyone in the world did this, it wouldnât make it right.â
Scarecrow hummed.
They were both silent for a moment.
His next words were gentle, absurdly so when compared to the scene in front of him.
âI would love an alternative. ButâŠâ
He shrugged, hand coming to rest on the break in the GiW agentâs arm. Even without applying any pressure, the man stopped squirming immediately.
âThere arenât any other options,â Danny repeated, his voice flat and his body numb.
âYes,â Scarecrow said. âIâm sorry.â
There was a pause. No one moved a muscle. Eventually Scarecrow spoke again, his voice strangely empty.
âYou can stand outside and keep watch, if youâd like. At such a short distance their radars wonât pick us up.â
Danny said nothing, leaving the room silently.
He sat outside for quite a while.
He was grateful that Scarecrow had, with his help, dragged the agent to one of his previous hideouts. It was soundproofed, after all.
He was glad that he didnât have to hear the rest of what Scarecrow did to the man.
After what felt like an eternity, Dr. Crane left the building, joining him outside. He guided Danny back to his beat up old truck and they drove home in silence.
âDid you at leastâŠdo you know where they are, now?â Danny asked as they entered the apartment, his voice small.
âThey didnât share the details of all of their locations with any one person. I know where one of their locations are, but not their main base of operations.â
Danny felt disgusted. With himself, with Dr. Crane, with the GiW.
He was disgusted by the agent, too. Did he just hate the restless dead so much that he would prefer to be tortured than to give them the upper hand? Did he really think he was in the right?
Was there a chance that he was?
Danny felt very, very small, and very stupid. Stupid and weak and cowardly.
âDanny,â Dr. Crane spoke, his voice soft.
âIâm truly sorry that this is happening to you. I really, truly wish that you didnât have to endure my company. IâŠâ
He fell quiet. Danny wondered if he was just saying this to pacify him, or if he truly meant it. He wondered if it really mattered in the end.
After a few moments of silence, Dr. Crane sighed, looking truly pained.
âI donât know. Iâm sorry.â
Danny was quiet.
âIâm going to bed early,â he finally said, turning away and leaving without a second glance.
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#dcxdp#dc x dp#dp x dc#dpxdc#dp x dc crossover#dc x dp fic#liminal scarecrow#this kinda shit is how the fic got its name btw.#like yeah obviously itâs also in reference to the contrast between crane and dannyâs actual parents#but itâs also about doing what you need to survive vs what is best for the people dependent on you#tshirt that says I love moral quandaries I love when no matter what you do you lose I love torturing characters#Scarecrow: why isnât torturing everyone who wronged you healing this child. it worked for ME#meanwhile Danny is undergoing the torment nexus#and red hood is doing some doomguy shit#getting swarmed by GiW agents bc heâs one of the only ones showing up on the radar#Tucker voice Wow Mr red hood this is kinda fucked up. can I use the bat computer to hack the pentagon btw
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the 1996 doctor who movie contains a perfect textbook example of fridging, wherein an established longtime character is killed off unceremoniously, with very little agency or time spent on their own perspective when theyâre literally being killed, usually as a means to provide shock value, raise the stakes, or make the main character feel bad for thirty seconds before moving on
what sets it apart from every other loving wife and children in every superhero backstory ever, though, is that the person they fridged was THEIR OWN MAIN CHARACTER
#you canât get this shit anywhere else#i love it and i hate it#doctor who#seventh doctor#eighth doctor#doctor who 1996#fridging#time lords in refrigerators#yeah okay it definitely wasnât as bad as some other examples#but if youâve seen that poll iâm running you can tell how it uh. it sure was something.
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When i say James Potter is the little spoon I mean Regulus hates having his back turned to anyone, hates having people where he canât see them, hands on him while heâs unaware, but James loves being held at any given moment
Movie date? Heâs pressed against Regulusâ side. Hanging out with Sirius? Theyâre essentially holding hands. He will plop down on Regulusâ lap randomly and all Regulus does is change the book to the other hand so he can play with Jamesâ hair
#rbjp#as in by being the big spoon Regulus can control how much touch he offers#and you canât convince me James Fleamont potter wouldnât prefer being the litte spoon anyway#and regulus pressing kisses to James nape-#yeah no James wouldnât give that up for shit#and Regulus would love the feeling of getting to hold onto James#this man who never stays still for a second postivekymelting the moment Regulusâ arms are around him#and James would feel so *safe*#having this guy whoâd snap someones neck for breathing wrong at his back?#heâs never felt (and been) safer in his life#jegulus#james potter#starchaser#sunseeker#marauders#regulus black#regulus x james#regulus black x james potter#dead gay wizards#slytherin skittles#the pantheon#sirius black#r.a.b#marauders headcanon#james potter hc#regulus black headcanons
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#OH I ALSO FORGOT TO SAY i tried to draw the lip incompetence here...heart <3#a doodley#there's something here abt like.#ok i think present day talon wouldn't shapeshift FOR anyone even if he did have the energy to do so#even before he began starving himself he wasn't a huge fan of shapeshifting#as he didn't want to lose his sense of self especially wrt his family and community and such#so i think here it isn't that he's doing it for smunker#more like he forgets about his changed eye color bc its not like he sees them as often as he sees his own hair#he does prefer his original dark brown eyes though so its more like oh shit i forgot yeah sure#we can give the hair a break ill humor you a bit#(also of course he gets to a point where he has enough energy to change most anything he wants#but the lavender eyes are important for me to make him look scary LMAO. i just really liked the thought of him liking his#hair so much that its the equivalent of older person dying their grey hair black ykwim...its endearing)#like he likes looking old but calls it when his hair starts falling out...he likes his hair to be its original black...idk!#there's still Something there he cares about
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What do I need to do to get a fic of sub crossdressing male pc begging Bailey to be their first time ( first everything really)? I don't even care about wether PC gets railed like we wish, I honestly highkey just want your take on it.
â â âSIMMERING BENEATH.â
â sucks when your annoyingly bratty, yet pretty bastard of an opthan manages to get past your tight-held clutches, doesnât it? mister bailey. 1.8k wc
â âthe fuck do you want, asher?â : wrote this on the way back home, so on the sort of.. subway thingies, itâs not called that where I am, but they do resemble that and felt fucking nauseous, so apologies in advance if itâs shit. was too good to fully pass up on this one, though couldnât turn it into a full-on lengthy one due to being busy with other current things. still tried to input every aspect youâve asked for. yeah, may it be up to your standards then, anon.
Fucking fuck.
No, hellâ that wouldnât truthfully encapsulate the sheer idiocy of his muddled actions even then, because godâ fucking shit, why would a man of the likes of Bailey â relatively known, if not factually remembered as the cold, logical one in town â stupidly fall for some mere trickery, childish ploy fabricated by your own stubborn whims? Or, to be quite precise, those pathetic taunts of yours that any man possessing the slightest nerve of a goddamn functional brain, wouldnât have dumbly caved in to.
Talking about the depraved perverts thatâd foolishly slip between the evidently, way too small cracks unfitting for their same, way too fucking large bodies â of the barely opened windows the dumb orphans would forgetfully leave behind. Shakily pawing with sweat slicked hands at some bratâs snoozing body before theyâd eventually be chased off by the mere sight of his approaching figure inevitably barging in, hastily mutter on about their prestigious status and so onâ fuck, never really truly listened to the shoddy bastards. How Bailey was no man to rudely kick âem out of the own crappy establishment he was sloppily running with a twinge of cruelty ever present in his cold gaze.
Yeah, heâs no damn better than those perverted fuckers right about nowâ possibly worse, but shit, no way in fucking hell will he potentially admit to that despite the cooling air annoyingly caressing his bare skin, sticky sweat clinging onto his flushed flesh nor the disheveled mess of his habitually, slicked back hair partially obscuring his hazy vision of this.. well, fuckâ say it or not, admittedly, fucking hot sight shamelessly greeting him in return. Loosened, pristine white dress shirt untucked in face of this, to give forth to a discreet glimpse of one of the numerous tattoos snaked along the surface of his toned figure.
Slightest pout of your rosy, puckered lips heâd unconsciously find himself eyeing for far too long when thoroughly denied for the day by your daily, insistent questioning. Pop your cherry, you had confidently said with a noticeably excited shake of your fists. Might as well endlessly yap his ear off with that unrealistic request of yoursâ a pitiful plea that somehow, without fully realizing as to how and why â is currently happening within the otherwise narrow confines of his private office. Solely dedicated to calmly concentrate on each and every one of his gruelling tasks. Namely, neatly sorting out the thin sheets of paper openly displaying pertinent information to the numerous orphans residing here, registering the missing few thatâd either go in running like some mindless moron or be plainly sold off to a godforsaken hell he held no genuine interest inâ Fuck, fuck. You get the gist by now, there.
A well-deserved punishment is what this all is, simply was for that matter, and hahâ you seem to be willingly taking it, although, canât truly say heâs all that suprised. Brat. Itâs what you are. Stupidly nosy brat who couldnât hope to obediently keep his supple hands to himself for the shitty life of him. One thatâd so ironically, perfectly fit all too well underneath the weight of his calloused palms restricting your bashful squirmingâ now contentedly facing the eventual consequences of your impulsive actions with a gleeful smile tracing your curved lips. Rhythmic squeaking of the wooden, chipped desk the man had sworn to fucking god, promised to dearly replace whenever was soonest possible and, well, heâs received his all-time excuse to be snidely given to those thugs.
A cum coated piece of furniture is just about a good reason to be neatly reinstalled with something sharper, newerâ something along the lines of that, the bigger the better, probably.
Speaking of big.. Shit, heâs undeniably fucked.
âDonât you fucking look at me like that, you ungrateful little bastard. Iâm putting a roof over your head and a place to stay soâ fuck, the least you can do is fucking pay me back on time, but canât even do that, can you?â Habitually stern is what heâs evidently known best for amongst the nosy orphans, yet that usual bite in his gruff voice is almost.. pitifully lacking in face of whatever the fuck this isâ yeah, actually heâs got a clue what it is. Inwardly cursing at how his hips automatically snap back in one sharp motion to then, merely slap forwardâ flush against your reddened ass. Riddled, fresh marks traced along the entirety of your curved back nor your spread asscheeks for that matter, shouldnât be looking so infuriatingly pretty after all that harsh spanking heâs had you withstand. Take it as the start of your relatively tame punishment coming from a stone cold man like him, thatâs what.
âLike what? A satisfied client? Hahâ this is the best day of my life, yâknow. Feels so fuckinâ good, Baileyâ please donât stop..â Of-fucking-âcourse youâve already had whatever comment prepared to hurriedly retort back within your noisy mouth, despite being so crudely bent over a flat surface like this. Particularly whiny moan drawn out at the feel of his thick cock satisfyingly stretching you full, sinfully defiling you from virginity itself. Pervertedly spread open with your dizzyingly warm, honeyedâ fuck, did he really just think of your hole like that?? Must be losing his goddamn mind. Correct, your fucking hole is the one irreversibly altering his unwavering principles. So fuck you, really.
Sloppy, squelchy noises, all too annoyingly addictive to hear, of your tight, puckered heat fervently sucking his fat cock in, coating it all sticky and wet with your slippery, pink insides. Instinctively hissing at the knee-buckling sight of his veiny length repeatedly remerging and disappearing deep inside because shitâ canât get enough of it. So much so his rough thumbs are subconsciously spreading that tender flesh wide open for his unrelenting, stern gaze to gawk at. Not to mention, those frilly lines adorning that stupidly short skirt, bouncing in tandem with each ruthless thrusts slapped to your backside. Admittedly adorable, cute cock clumsily bobbing from the ruthlessly loud smacks of the caretakerâs fat balls sloppily slapping upon the flush of your ass, teasingâ no, irrefutably taunting him by the subtle glimpse of your dribbling, wet dick peeking from beneath that skirt.
Like to play dress up, donât you? Sneakily slip in those overly feminine, lacy garments the elder man wouldâve notably poked fun at the sissies that unabashedly wore such clothings back in his dayâ ironically enough, now heâs finding himself, balls deep into said âsissyâ. Meanly tugging at the silken material snugly encircling your flailing legs, neatly tied bows bound to predictably come undone given the unrelenting bounces of your shared figures. Unable to keep still when youâre being fucked or something?
Little, incompetent brat. Constantly managing to crawl underneath his skin, reach the deepest parts within him the caretaker has progressively learned to conceal beneath this ruthlessly heartless facade. Not that Baileyâs the nicest man to begin with, but hellâ favouring a good for nothing, admittedly appealing to the eyesâ meddling boy like you wasnât on his fucking wish list either.
Should be crudely wiping off that joyous grin etched upon your features if you actually know whatâs good for you. Though, doubt you will.
Fine. Heâs not necessarily against doing the honours for you. Frustratingly fuck out the undeniable audacity ever so present in your every movements when carelessly distracting him during work hoursâ time meant to be initially spent for focusing and godfuckingdammit, merely thinking back on it has him obscenely gritting his teeth, further tightening his unrelenting grip planted along your â sure to be bruised later, which youâre naturally paying the price of it â hips. Heaving groans mixed along with some curses which are presumably directed at you, if not at himself, that heâs uncertain of, really. All heâs stupidly conscious of is the undeniable fact that you mightâve coincidentally, if not intentionally, gotten him dizzyingly drunk off your previously undefiled hole.
Fuck, must be that then. Overly aware of what youâre currently doing to him, arenât you?
âS that it? Your admittedly, badly thought out plan simmering deep within your mind, happily tugging at his heartstrings in hopes of getting your mean caretaker to fuck your virgin holes full of cum? Well, all to sayâ youâve graciously received what your bratty, stupidly pretty ass has fervently been desiring for all along, huh? Ainât that right? So in return, itâs only fair that he greedily takes whatever he so pleases, whenever or whereverâ that is of no importance then, whether it be comfortably settled atop his lap during office hours or slung along your knees to dutifully service him. âGod, donât you dare fucking moveâ justâ just fucking stay like. Yeah, just likeâ hah, that.â Got no qualms whatever position that might be in, too caught up in the tender feel of your soft flesh underneath his punishing grasp to sluggishly catch on whatâs spilling forth from his swollen red, oozing tip because.. shit, got him cummingâ not just plain olâ cumming, but mortifyingly enough, squirting prematurely too. Effectively painting your stretched walls in a sticky, white mess of his seed, inwardly cursing at himself for potentially letting things stretch on further than they were initially meant to.
Yet as ironic as it may be, his unwavering pride naturally beckons him in turn or is it the petulant whine longingly drawled out from between your rosy lips at the sole thoughts of your time together being cut short? Rightâ âcourse, what else would it be thatâd have you miserably whimper so? Didnât cum yet, did you? Obediently took his fat load sickeningly dripping free from your sore, used up hole without any sort of complaint, gaze momentarily flicking downwards to the pearly droplets of his cum progressively trickling down the length of your suspended legs laid along the precarious edge of his oaky desk.
Similar to how an opportunist excitedly pounces on every chance set before himâ hah, heâs never been much like Eden to cowardly hide amongst the oaky, wooden trees to begin with. Huddle within the shadowy forest in a futile hope that mere distance might erase the muddled past; the foggy, far-away town altogether from their collectively minds.
Rather take part in the animalistic feast even if it wouldâve eventually spelled utter ruin for himself, inevitable defeat one cannot simply crawl out of sheer will. And maybe, that said ruin, is delicately staring at him right in the face with a fucked out look stretch upon your features, pupils blown wide with a hint of saliva gracing the corner of your pouty lips that heâ fuck, canât help it, reallyâ have his calloused thumb stroke at, soon swiftly followed by the immediate puckering of your overly attentive mouth suckling along the digit. Incidentally coating it in a slippery wet layer of your spit that you, of course, joyfully take advantage of by stifling a wanton moan right âround it.
Shit, going to be the goddamn death of him.
That eventually faith patiently awaiting for him, doesnât sound so bad when your cum stained, little needy self is notably factored in that messy equation after all.
#howâd you know I like crossdressing little twinks?#not to say reader is a twinkâ in fact#he can be whatever you want him to be#I just envisioned him as being a pretty little thing getting pounded by bailey thatâs all#yeah#..nah man I donât have an obsession with twinks and boypussy. what?#dol#degrees of lewdity#bailey the caretaker#dol bailey#bailey dol#bottom male reader#sub male reader#x male reader#male reader#character x male reader#â â burnt ashes.#â
asher tries to answer.. shit.
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they should get to kill each other at least twice .i think
#gravity falls#stanford pines#stanley pines#lg doodles#i drew this a few days ago but im so tired after work ngl . sittingnin bed like =__= ..#and im visiting family this weekend so idek if ill get to it until next weekend#but ya i love them i loge them so much#i love the tension in atots right after stanford comes back#and hes like writing sll this shit ab stan in the journal#while learning that he stole his identity and so on and stans like hey so i did this rly selfless thing for u can you at least#acknowledge it and they r just stewing in their own anger đ#actually i love their dynamic so much . the arguing as they mimic each other 1:1 and rhe animosity and#ykw im gna make another post but the grammar stanley scene is my favorite#magbe its not post worthy nvm idc but thats probably one of my fav interactions in the whole series#its so stupid that u know its real HELPPlike yeah that rly isnjust how it is . in fact ive done more over less đ«¶#HAHAHAHAH#ugh.love . lovee i wish#i dont think gf needs a continuation im totally in the 2 season boat here#but if they ever did a post series stan and ford exploration ohhh believe . trust tht i would not shut up ab it ever#i want to see them talk so bad . im so greedy bc i feel like they didnt talk enough in the series bc im partial 2 them i just want them in#everything .#i think their personalities are so fun esp bc ford isnt the annoying nerd archetype i like that hes a cocky bitch#and i like that stan is an equally cocky bitch and they both have too much pride that they butt heads over literally everythjng#but they also recognize how ridiculous it all is like đ. even when theyre fighting over the journal they both r like ok pause r u ok#hmm.. so many ppl here capture their dynamic well too.đat least the people who dont generalize either into a single personality trait yk#imso tired im tired#but guys i love talking ab ford and stan theybr so everything to me in ways i dnt think incould ever articulate like u see them and u just g#get it . ugh. turning my head and passing out . ford is so funny hes so stupid i love him i cant bekieve i was a ford hater im sorry ive#atoned im changed im a changed oerson i didnt realize the magnitude of his serve .but stanley as my day 1 will never change . just know .(k#idk if anyonf ever reads this fsr down but if u r here say cheeseeđžđž
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PRINCESS TUTU ASPEC WEEK: QUEERPLATONIC & BONDS.
i think they should be weirder and more fucked up abt each other. feat a simpsons quote. what they have isnt romantic they have something much more sinister going on etc etc (its The Narrative)
#im OBSESSED with fakirs loser knight swag you cant convince me he wouldnt say this#yeah yeah his arc changes him or whatever but like he gets reality bending powers. he can still kill people with those.#hes gotta endlessly devote himself to someone its his unhealthy coping mechanism <3#snidge scribbles#im not actually decided on when this happens. for all i know it could be before he knows hes beefing with a duck.#but hed say it at some point.#anyway i love this fuckin loser down bad for the worlds kindest and bestest duck ever#princess tutu#princess tutu aspec week#man can you believe my arts at a point where im WINGING this shit?
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arrives 15 min late with a latte
......sup
#yosuke hanamura#persona 4#cool now that its done i can ramble in the tags#fellas im surprised hes here and done#did not think that was gonna happen#fuck i forgot smth#eh ill fix it before i make my print#anywho i might make more i might not who knows not i#yukiko is the next one i have half an idea on but also i have some shining nikki designs rattling around with my sole braincell#i also made a shadow alt for the back but idk if i like the mouth so yall arent gonna see him#also i need to find a gold foil guy that does odd sizes and like moq of 1#bc i wanna do this in gold foil#and its tarot card size bc im dumb as hell#but i want a print for my wall and i know sure as shit no one else will want one hence the moq of 1#my heart wants to make the whole major arcana for p4 but my past completed works says °ââ.àłàż*: đđ °ââ.àłàż*:#so whatever gets done will get done#also im gonna reblog this a lot bc i put in too many hours to get a singular note by me so like if you dont wanna see it block me lmfao#if you have any hot takes for future cards please share with the class bc i only have ideas for yukiko and a full cast she does not make fr#so uh yeah yeehaw#idk what else to ramble about but like cannot believe yosuke fucking hanamura is the first chara to get a completed piece in 5 years#im not fucking kidding#the rest were all quick graphite or abandoned#hes not even my fave in p4- thats naoto protag chan kou and nanako#boys lucky to hit top 5#he just kinda crawled into my affection like some kind of sad pathetic creature idk how it happened either#maybe hes overprocessed now that im looking at it#nope i looked too long this is it this is how he is#ill do better by the women i promise
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Finally got new glasses (lenses AND frames!) bc I broke my old pair lol
Thing is I had my old pair for. I donât even know how long. 5 years maybe? Either way I was long overdue for an upgrade to my prescription and holy SHIT when I tell you my jaw dropped when I put my new pair on. You people see like this? Crystal clear? Every day? You can read signs from really far away? And not have to squint?
When I was driving home today I could see all the way to the mountains I could literally see all the little details of the snow and the trees and I was like YO DUDEEE this is INSANE. People with 20/20 vision you have no idea how good you have it I cannot believe people can see that clearly normally
#Shima speaks#When I tell you I am blind as a bat without my glasses!#I am Velma Dinkley levels of blind!!#I took that eyesight test at the doctors office and I couldnât even read the top row. The TOP ROW#My doctor kept making the letters bigger and I was like no matter how big you make them I will NOT be able to make them out. Period. LMAO#And every year my sight just gets worse#So yeah my old glassesâŠ..they were definitely outdatedâŠ#I can see so clearly. People without vision problems I am SO jealous of you what the fuck#That includes my sister bc for SOME reason my entire immediate family all has shit eyesight except for her. Sheâs got almost 20/20 vision.#Girl give me your GENES that is NOT fair#I can see clearly now the rain has goneâŠâŠ
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(ID in alt) I literally said I was gonna post this month's ago and then never had the wherewithal to describe it and so I didn't Lmao (said with pain). But since I'm thinking of opening my commissions I figured I should remind ppl that I. Yknow. Can draw.
Lots of Steph here (I had major art block making all of these and my brain worms for her kept me going) + some sprinkles of stephcass for Cass nation to enjoy!
#dc comics#dc#stephanie brown#cassandra cain#jason todd#(yes for the teddy bear. it counts)#batgirl#batgirls#mine#< keep forgetting to tag my art as that I'm terrible đ#ANYHOW I'm slowly getting back into drawing again after my last ipad got nuked (cant think abt that or ill cry) and i finished uni#oh yeah j finished my first year of uni btw. i went to an Olivia Rodrigo concert like a week or 2 ago. I've been busy lol#but yeah it's looking like I've got a fun summer of bottom feeding ahead of me now that I've officially been told i got passed over for that#-comic job i applied for. lol. lmao even#it's fine honestly it was a pretty daunting prospect i just have to find a way to fill the time by myself now#I've plenty of comics to read so that's nice. got wayyy into mark waids DD run recently (mostly for Chris Samnee's art)#so that's been fun! i have my empowered omnibus (embarrassing and kept under my bed <3) i have TT year 1 i have huntress and WW#uhhh i got flash 1 minute war. lots of good stuff!#so hopefully i don't go. completely feral from lack of stimulation#also hopefully commissions will be a thing i can do#godddd there's many mkre things i want to draw. i got too enamoured w my own bad theory and now I've drawn tim!bats#but unfortunately now i only want to draw tim!bats being laughed at my the batfamily bc seriously tim?? really??#< it's literally probably not going to happen but I've invested myself in this terrible future for some reason#imagine damian trying to robin for tim!bats for 1 (one) night and the next morning he doesn't say anything he just moves to bludhaven#he can't take this shit#oh so many ideas...#ANYWAY. ues. finally art. now if you like it. consider commissioning me (in 2 to 3 business weeks <3)#(no pressure)
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Things batfam stans need to leave behind in 2023:
Jason's Lazarus pit rage
Thinking Tim's parents were horribly abusive and hated him
Only caring about Stephanie in terms of her relationship to another person (ex: Tim's bestie/ex/gf or Cass' gf/bestie)
Treating Jason or Stephanie like they're stupid
Feral Demon Child Damian
Permanent sunshine boy Dick Grayson
Any "[blank] was the real violent Robin" discourse
Really just any reducing or sectioning of certain traits to certain batfam members and not allowing other characters to exhibit those same traits (ex: see sunshine Dick Grayson)
But also stealing traits from other characters and projecting them onto someone else (ex: Jason getting Dick's personality in fics. He is not the same type of big brother Dick is canonically)
Purposefully mischaracterizing characters for angst (ex: Dick sent Tim to Arkham, my beloathed. also again see Tim's parents)
Trying really hard to nuclearize the family. They are an unconventional family for many reasons, and that's why they're interesting.
"Alfred solos the batfam"
Making Duke "the normal one" and completely forgetting to give him an actual personality.
Cass using sign language because she can read body language (note: does not apply to YJ Cass who has damaged vocal chords)
Cass being used as a prop for her brothers
Tim being weak, woobified baby
Feel free to add on ~~
Don't send hate over these things because idgaf, they are harmful mischaracterizations, and many are built on total ignorance and often racism, classism, ableism, and sexism.
#I know there's 7 million other things that NEED TO DIE but honestly why am I still seeing that in 2024#I'm so done with the constant mischaracterizations and made up au bullshit that people will argue is canon when they don't like any media#and I'm saying any because some of y'all won't even watch cartoons or play video games#and at least have the balls to admit it and not screech every time someone tells you something isn't real#or thinking that it's 'hate' and 'not letting people enjoy things' when you get basic information wrong about a character that you don't kn#and AGAIN THERE'S SO MUCH BIGOTRY THAT Y'ALL ARE BLIND TO BUT SWEAR YOU'RE BETTER THAN DC#Even some dc writers understand that portraying Damian as an uncontrolled feral child is rooted in racism#that boy is a PRINCE AND ACTS LIKE IT#I can go on forever#but yeah I'm just tired of this shit#batfam#batfamily#bat family#alfred pennyworth#nightwing#dc robin#dick grayson#jason todd#red hood#tim drake#I would add the coffee thing but that's too obvious#cassandra cain#cass cain#stephanie brown#batgirl#the spoiler#barbara gordon#oracle#duke thomas#the signal
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