#your boyfriend is a dick

[iguessthisisanewobsession]

The ring was small and silver with a single emerald embedded in the metal.

It wasn’t something flashy, it probably cost less than the smallest gem from his vault all together.

But it was perfect.

Which made it so heartbreaking to turn it down.

“Dick.. you know me so well.. I wish I could take this ring, i really do.”

Dick was still on one knee in the little apartment, but he put the small box down on the floor as he asked.

“Then what’s stopping you?”

Danny let out a bitter chuckle,

“The US government.”

[delusionsofgrandeur13]

your boyfriend, jason todd’s instagram

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send an ask if you want some other characters too ;)

[louisferrignojr]

buck getting home after a rough shift and thank god tommy isn’t working — except for whatever he's tinkering with in the garage, and he’s keeping an eye on the lasagne in the oven which buck made the day before, left it in the fridge under a post it note with instructions for how to bake it, and tommy rolled his eyes but followed them to the letter anyway, making sure dinner’s ready by the time buck gets home. the smell fills his nostrils as soon as buck crosses the threshold and something in his chest crumbles.

he finds tommy in the kitchen, oven mitts over his hands as he puts the dish back in the oven, says something about it needing a few more minutes, but by the time he straightens up, buck is wrapping himself around him, a hand on tommy’s neck, pulling him close and kissing him with a ferocity and tommy knows, he knows what it means, he knows what his boyfriend needs, and buck is so fucking grateful that he doesn't need to verbalise it.

buck kisses him and drags him to the bedroom, fingers making quick work on the buttons of tommy's shirt before he's pushing them off his shoulders. “don’t tease me,” he says, “not tonight— i want it—”

“i know, baby,” tommy cuts him off, grabs buck’s wrists in his hands and puts them on his chest, pressing his palms hard enough so that buck can feel his heart beating beneath his ribcage. “let me.”

tommy strips out of his clothes before turning his attention to buck, quickly yet gently removing every article of clothing until they’re naked, skin on skin, and he lays on top of buck, lets his weight press him into the mattress, kisses him soft and slow, until buck cups his face between his hands and swallows the lump in his throat and whispers, “please.”

and tommy nods and quickly gets to working him open, swallows the noises that fall from his lips, hears it in the pitch of buck’s moans when he’s ready for him before he settles between his legs and slowly pushes in, and when he bottoms out he leans forward, tucks his arms under buck’s shoulders, and buck wraps his legs around tommy’s hips, tries to push him in even deeper, impossible as it may be.

“need a minute,” he says, voice hoarse.

“me too,” tommy replies with a soft kiss to buck’s chin.

he laughs, a desperate, breathless sound. “fuck, tommy,” he closes his eyes, drops his head on the pillow. “you can move now.”

and tommy fucks him so good, gives it to him exactly how he needs it, slow and deep and hard, keeps his eyes locked with buck’s, dips his head and kisses him and sucks on his tongue and his lips, nudges with his nose at buck’s chin until he tilts his head back to give him access to his throat. he can’t get a hand on himself but the glide of their bodies is enough, he’s getting closer and closer.

“tommy.” his voice is bordering on a sob. “tommy. tommy.

“evan, i’ve got you,” tommy brings a hand up to his face, makes him meet his gaze. “you can let go, baby,”

it hits him all at once, and he’s coming and coming and coming, full-body shudders, tears falling from his eyes. he feels it then, when tommy picks up the rhythm, driving into him even harder before he explodes inside him, filling him up, and he’s kissing him again and again and again, breathless and messy and perfect.

“i love you,” buck whispers the words with his mouth pressed to tommy’s temples, and tommy lifts his head and smiles at him and says it back and buck exhales a breath of relief.

“do you feel better?”

buck nods.

“you wanna go eat now?”

“in a minute. please.” buck reaches up to kiss him softly. “just... stay.”

tommy sighs, and his lips curl into a little smile. “you know i’d stay here forever if you wanted me to.”

“you’re so cheesy,” buck says, and tommy’s grin widens.

“you know it, baby.”

[bloodypeachblog]

WHY THE FUCK DID NO ONE TELL ME ABOUT GOTH PETER?!

GUYS.

[necromancer-punk]

estrogen could’ve saved her 😔…

[girlsdads]

1 :DDDD

1: don’t leave

Peeling off the VCARB branded fireproofs feels like exfoliating a layer of dead skin.

Daniel pulls the Ricallen tee over his head before anything else, relishing in the soft fabric against his still sweaty shoulders and chest. Standing there in nothing but the shirt he helped design, his race suit in a crumpled heap on the floor, ink barely dried on his new contract, Daniel feels reborn.

There’s an urgent knock at the door and Daniel knows it’s Max. Christian would have told him the news, Daniel had requested he be the first to know. Daniel can’t help but smile as he pulls the door open to reveal Max, looking just about as shellshocked as he feels. They reach for each other at the same time, and it feels like coming home.

Max tastes like Red Bull, and sweat, and all the things Daniel has been too afraid to let himself want for the past 6 years. He kisses exactly how Daniel remembers—eager, absolutely zero finesse, tongue and teeth and his big hands gripping Daniel’s jaw like he could unhinge it himself to crawl right inside. Max licks over the roof of his mouth, the backs of his teeth, the space between his gums and the inside of his lips. The scratchy stubble against Daniel’s chin and cheeks leaves him feeling completely flayed. Max didn’t have so much facial hair, the last time they did this.

Daniel would’ve expected it to be a raw reminder of the time they’ve lost, but the only thing he feels is lucky that he gets to fall in love with Max all over again.

Max pulls back slightly, the taste of his hot breath lingering in Daniel’s mouth. He cradles both of Daniel’s cheeks in his wide palms, gentle but still firm, like Daniel will float away if he doesn’t. “Don’t leave,” he says. “Promise me, whatever happens you will not leave me again.”

The notion that he would even think about leaving after this, after kicking and screaming and belly-crawling his way back home, is so ludicrous Daniel wants to make a joke about it. Wants to shake his t-shirt in Max’s face like Wild horses couldn’t drag me away.

He knows what Max needs to hear. “Promise, Maxy. It’s you and me ‘til the end.”

[sillyfeelings]

Naughty thoughts

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Why no small cock appreciation hmmm?? why no boyfriend here to coo at and kiss my little hard dick??? Like no I can't really fuck anything with it, but it's cute??? isn't that the part that counts??? And I can hump it's thigh or hand or a pillow and it will get all hard and achey and wet, just need my partner to tell me they think think my little cock is cute and tiny and they like that, that's all

[junespriince]

Wally: welp, I have to go on a mission, I'll see you sweetheart and you asshat back in three months.

Kyle: don't die idiot, who else will I bully.

Conner: stay safe dude!

Two weeks in

Kyle: I miss him...

Three months back

Wally: I'm back!

Kyle:

Conner:

Wally, having a Nightwing on his shoulders: yeah no, he won't come off my shoulders... I came back with a boyfriend.

Kyle: how—

Wally: the fuck should I know, I went to Bludhaven to get Zoom back, got a boyfriend, and now we're here and Batman hates me. What's new!?

Conner: soo... Will he get off?

Wally: Ha! No.

Kyle: you got a bat parasite and we're supposed to be fine with this!?

Wally: he's not a parasite, parasite! And yeah.

Kyle: I can't let you leave for three months, oh my god...

[if-i-hate-the-headline]

wayne family adventures moments from the most recent episode that made my week (pt. idek?)

I LOVE WALLY - recently finished season 1 of young justice and i just love him so much

loooook at them!! i was hiding in a bathroom when i read this and i like audibly gasped - THEM IN YOUNG JUSTICE WAS MY FAVORITE FRIENDSHIP EVER (im a birdflash shipper sue me its cute ok)

WALLY JUST LOOKS SO BOTHERED

they were boyfriends your honor ok ok

LOOK AT THEIR LITTLE HEADS BRO - we all know bruce put him up this (i think it said that at the beginning but its so obvious)

love the colorings bro

I LOVE THEM - SEASON ONE OF YJ NEEDS TO COME BACK RIGHT NOW PLEASE

I LOVE D!CK SO MUCH - HE JUST WANTS TO BE SUPERMAN OK

[karalynlovescake]

Hob: “So do androids dream of electric sheep?”

Morpheus: *long-suffering sigh* Hob: *cheeky grin*

Morpheus: “By the definition which you specifically mean of “android” there are several planets where such artificial intelligences have attained sentience to the point where dreaming is possible, the number of those planets which contain anything even closely equivalent to a “sheep,” however if you broaden the definition of sheep to include something that is mammalian and serves the same ecological niche with regard to sentient life, but which is itself not sentient - “

[delusionsofgrandeur13]

oh without a doubt, @satansdarlin ❤️🏹

your boyfriend, and lian’s extremely proud dad, roy harper.

(and his instagram)

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tim drake and damian wayne to come! requests are open for any character!!

[jackdaw-and-hattrick]

Stand at the Edge

Prologue- Next

Ao3

Damian was irritated. This was not uncommon, surrounded as he was by idiots, but today especially he was, as Todd would so eloquently put it, pissed. This was because, for reasons utterly unknown, Greyson had gone insane, obsessively cleaning the spotless mansion (until Pennyworth ordered him to stop) and incessantly bothering him about his appearance, all because of an interrogation. Why Father had decided to hold this particular interrogation within the Manor itself was yet another source of Damien’s irritation. Apparently, the suspect’s emotional involvement with Todd justified the clear risk posed by allowing this stranger into their home, despite the fact that all background checks and past interviews showed him to be a clear and dangerous unknown. If anything, Todd’s involvement with the suspect only increased the likelihood of this “Danny Nightengale” being a danger to the family. Damian did not believe that Todd was an irrational madman in constant need of supervision Father seemed to think he was, but he did not pretend the man did not pose a possible threat. There was also the possibility that Nightengale recognized how deeply compromised Farther was when it came to Todd and was using him to gain access to the family, be it as the Bats or the Waynes. If that was the case, then Damien was sure Father would not mind granting a temporary reprieval of the No-kill rule. For the family’s safety, that is. Not because he cared about Todd or any of his other siblings or their feelings, thank you.

The main area of concern surrounding Nightengale was not what they had learned, but what they hadn't. So far, he had avoided all interviews with concerning success. Furthermore, no family member had actually managed to get a photo of him. Attempts to look him up showed only that he was a student at Gotham University studying Astrophysics and Aerospace engineering, that he had a sister named Jazmine who worked as a counselor within Arkem, which was concerning within it's own right, and that he had lived with said sister until moving in with Todd three months ago. Footwork provided a few more details, such as that he worked at the Iceberg Lounge as part of the band playing the violin and that he seemed to have a number of pet birds, specifically ravens, though these birds seemed to come and go as they pleased. Neighbors reported that he was pleasant enough, though there were a number of noise complaints regarding both the birds and his apparent activity as an engineer. What was truly concerning was the total informational whiteout predating his arrival in Gotham. The transcript he had used to get into university was a forgery, as was his social security number, birth certificate, and driver's license. He had no social media presence of any sort and there was no one they could talk to who had any idea where he was from. The same went for his sister, they were both complete blanks. What was most interesting, at least according to Drake, was that the photo used on the fake driver's license looked to have been doctored, as if someone had taken an old photo and artificially aged it. None of them could think of a reason someone would need to do that.

“I still do not understand why we are bringing Todd and Nightengale here.”

Damien said, doing his best to tie his tie himself with mediocre success.

“Because,” Bruce explained, stepping in to help and rescue the tie from Damien’s increasingly frustrated attempts, “he is dating Jason, and as his family, we have every reason to want to meet him.”

Damien raised a brow. That seemed unusually irrational of Father. Perhaps the presence of Todd in the equation was interfering more than he had expected.

“Given how slippery he has proven in the past,” he continued “this is our best opportunity to engage him while minimizing both his suspicion and his likelihood to run. Furthermore, he is far more likely to be forthcoming than he would be if operating on his own turf. This gives us the upper hand more than if we attempted to meet him elsewhere.”

That was better. If there was one thing Damien appreciated about Father, it was his direct, analytical nature. Meanwhile, Greyson shouted something about needing to hide all of the chairs. Suddenly there was a knock at the front door, and a loud bang as Greyson tripped himself attempting to open it. Pennyworth, appearing suddenly at the door when Damian could have sworn he was in the kitchen, opened it before Greyson had a chance to right himself. Standing there was Todd and, assumedly, Nightengale. It suddenly occurred to Damian that he had never actually seen the man up close before. He was tall, with dark hair and brilliant blue eyes. He was thin as well, concerningly so, his joints sharp where the bones shone through. His skin was so pale, like freshly fallen snow or bleached bone. There was something terribly familiar about him, but so was probably any other pale man with black hair and blue eyes. As he grew closer, Damian noticed, snaking up Nightengale’s right arm and peaking up from the collar of his turtleneck, a Lichtenberg scar. Something in the back of his head stirred, but he couldn't think what it could possibly be. Greyson was shaking this man’s hand, offering some kind of greeting, but Damian couldn't hear it. Suddenly, Nightengale’s head snapped. Now he was looking right at Damian, his blue eyes boundless and staring as a grin stretched far wider across his face than should have been possible, wider even than the Joker and with teeth like a cat, sharp and predatory. He thought he maybe should have been frightened, though he wasn't sure why.

“Little Prince!”

Nightengale embraced Damian tightly, lifting him slightly off the ground. He wasn't sure how he had gotten so close so quickly. His skin was cold, but as comforting as an ice pack on an injury; the relief of a cold shower in the height of summer held in sharp and narrow arms. Something about this situation seemed wrong but he couldn't pin down just what it was.

“It's been so long! Look how big you’ve gotten. Ancients, the last time I saw you, you were just a shade!”

Wait. That was it.

“What do you mean, ‘last time’”

Damian willed his muscles to tense, his hands to clench into fists but they remained stubbornly relaxed.

“Dami, little light, ya sitti, don't you remember me?”

Nightengale gently set Damian and for a second he was blinded as the man was wreathed in rings of light bright as the sun. When the light faded the man had... changed. The most obvious shift was his hair, once black and now so blindingly white that it made his face shadowy and difficult to see, as well as luminescent, Lazarus green eyes, the sclera black as night. Rather than the simple black turtle neck and slacks he had come in, he was now wearing a black hazmat suit with a white belt holding what looked like an old-fashioned radio and, oddly, a thermos. He had white gloves, though they became sharp and claw-like at the tips. There were other, more subtle changes, such as how his skin grew grey, like someone who had been dead for hours, and the faint glow of the fractal Lichtenburg just visible through the suit. Damian became aware suddenly of pressure that had been building in his ears and only just released.

“No.”

“Oh...” the Man, he was not Nightengale, seemed to deflate.

“No... I... It's not... You can not.”

Damien was faintly aware that he was not making sense, but seeing that this made two of them, he felt little need to correct it. Finally, enough of his brain cells managed to collide for him to form a sentence.

“What are you doing here?”

“Damien,” Father said, careful to insert himself between his son and whoever, whatever, was floating just slightly off the ground before them, “who is this? How do you know him?”

“His name is Phantom. When I was a child, I would make up stories about him and the strange land he ruled.”

Hearing his name, Phantom smiled a much smaller, more hesitant smile than his Joker-esque grin from before. He waved slightly. Meanwhile, Father looked as if he were about to have an aneurysm. Looking about, that seemed to be the consensus amongst the onlookers, albeit Todd who laughed. Hard.

Tag Cultists

@mur-ururu @krzys2000 @soren1830 @fisticuffsatapplebees @emergentpanda-blog @heirxofxtime

[mamamangaka]

POV: your homegirl saw you walk outta your crushes room wearing his shirt and looking REALLY happy

[mikkaeus]

this is a show

[dazais-guardian-angel]

Well, at least Fukuzawa got his wish granted, I guess.... he's finally inside Fukuchi <3

[blog-moved-lol]

100 Days of Faces Challenge! (Day 28)

Today's roll was D7 :33

He's eepy.