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This entire article is worth the read. Fuck Gilead

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Dick giving a pep talk to the family before they do Bruce’s monthly training game

Dick: It’s been a pleasure fighting with you. Some of us won’t make it. But there is a place we will all see each other again. And that place is Denny’s.

Jason: Which Denny’s?

Dick: We’ll figure it out later Jay.

Jason: The one near the tracks I’m banned from there.

Dick: Well then I guess I’ll see you in hell.

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my only advice is to BE CAREFUL posting about holiday traditions around europeans. you'll post something casual like "anyone else watch the old Grinch movie every year? what a classic" and a european will appear as if summoned and say some shit like "funny how USAmericans always CONVENIENTLY forget that Not Everyone On Earth is from The USA…….. no of COURSE we dont watch 'the grunch' or whatever the fuck that is…. our tradition is to attend a community showing of Glummdorf the Racial Stereotype"

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thinking about writing that fucked up fic that ive been mentally plotting for 6 months but i only have the fucked up scenes all planned out and not like the beginning or end :/

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between slade and bruce, slade is more normal towards dick. regardless of dynamic.

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I was at a bookstore looking through the art section and I saw a spine that said The Camden Town Nudes which was interesting because this didn’t seem like the bookstore where I would ever find something like that and I wanted to have a casual look but like. This also wasn’t exactly the bookstore where you felt like you could look at naked pictures let alone just suggestive paintings of them, it’s a really small shop as well, so I was like right I’ll just take a quick peek, I’m an art student, I love history, maybe I’ll buy it. I looked both ways and saw the shopkeep had left momentarily and no one was about, so I opened it and found it was an entire book featuring nude Edwardian women all painted by Walter Sickert between 1905-1912 and it was actually quite a revolutionary set of paintings for its time given that it featured very raw depictions of working class nude women in dark London instead of the elegant, white bedsheet clad, Demure middle and upper class women usually depicted.

And of course RIGHT as I flip to this lady’s boobs practically taking up an entire double page spread, every customer in a 5 mile radius appeared from around the corners of the shelf including the shopkeep and immediately regressing to a wet, pathetic Edwardian man from 1908, startled, I dropped the large book which caused a giant SLAP on the floor in this already silent store thus causing all patrons to look down at me scrambling on my knees to close a giant book of Edwardian boobs and let me tell you it would not have been nearly as funny had I not immediately felt like some Edwardian local pervert who just tried to sneak a cheeky peek at the erotic book in the bookstore only to drop it dramatically causing a scene, red up to his ears trying to shove it back on the shelf. Like such a casual and normal thing in modern day but looking at Edwardian women suddenly turned it into this egregious act as I apparently became possessed by the spirit of a moustached man in a bowler hat and morning coat going Good Heavens I mustn’t gaze upon these images in public lest the constable haul me away!

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expeditiously

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Won’t you please, please help me?

@giftober 2024 | day 7: helping

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I need Battison to have a Robin.

I need him to carry around a little bundle of joy in his arms. I need him to risk his life saving him from the movie’s big bad. I need him to hold his tiny hands or cradle his tiny face. I need him to crack the smallest of smiles when Robin makes a pun.

I need him to walk into the penthouse, tired and anger and sad, and see his little Robin sprawled across the floor, giggling as his crayons draw him and Alfie and B—their little family.

I him to crawl out of the darkness with Robin. His Robin.

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well it finally happened

so my dad is almost 80, this man's been making Spirk content since Star Trek started airing basically

he never knew ao3 existed, he just thought people stopped writing fanfic when ff.net died, like it was a fad that had outgrown him or smth

he clicked an ao3 link in my pinned last night, realizing that they were in fact clickable

he's mad at me for not telling him earlier. "I don't have a lot of years left in me and there's so much to read"

he's gonna spend his whole retirement reading trek fanfic now jesus christ

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been reading some old letters / rated e

i’ve been rlly busy irl so here’s some bucktommy size kink as an apology <3

“Oh- oh my god.”

“What’s the matter? Am I hurting you?”

The tip of his cock is barely past the rim of Evan’s asshole, and already it’s pink and puffy and- it’s a tight fit. Tighter than he remembers it being.

“No- no, you’re not hurting me, Tommy, it’s-��

They can’t see each other’s faces like this, with Evan on his hands and knees to start. If Evan still likes it the way he did when they were together the first time around, before he ended things six whole premature months ago at this point—god does the time really fly—then they’ll probably cycle through a few positions before they’ve both had their fill. He can’t see Evan’s face, can’t get a read on much except for the fact that his hole is blindingly, pulsatingly tight, and so pain is the conclusion he draws.

“You’re not hurting me. You’re just, uh- hoo, Tommy it’s really big.”

“But,” Tommy says, watching Evan’s rim clench and flare around his bulbous tip. “You said you’ve been bottoming, I didn’t think-”

“Oh, I have been,” he says, shaking his ass back really slightly to take the rest of the head. Evan sucks in a sloppy wet breath, and Tommy is envious of the oxygen that gets to be all the way inside of Evan’s body. Sweat drips down to his ass with how much restraint he’s exhibiting. He very badly wants to be buried to the balls. He’s missed this ass for half a fucking year—he’s feeling greedy, impatient, primal.

“I took dick, don’t get me wrong. But- Tommy, fuck, how do you not know how giant your cock is?”

“Oh, please. It’s not that-”

Evan slips himself free—and right when they were making such good progress—flipping over onto his back, spreading his legs nice and open and inviting. Evan reels him back in by the ass, the tip of Tommy’s cock habitually returning to his hot hole. It wedges in only as far as they’d already gotten, but Evan still jolts from it, screwing his eyes shut as his mouth drops open.

Now though, Tommy can tell he’s not causing any sort of harm. Evan’s reaction is one born of bliss, of unprecedented pleasure. He’s drooling from his mouth and his cockhead. He’s only an inch inside of him.

“Every single time I compared it to this,” admits Evan, and the noises that jerk out of him are from the cavern of his gut. “Oh god, I missed it so much, I- I missed how fat it feels in my mouth, how good it gags me. I missed how even your veins and your balls are huge.”

“Jesus, Evan,” he cries, another inch, another inch.

“Make my body remember you. Stretch me open. Make me-” he says, a shameful blush pluming from his cheeks to his ears, “make me gape.”

He slides a little too much in a little too fast, and Evan hisses and drools and his eyes nearly cross. He’s doing this thing this time around where he listens, and he trusts. He should trust this—if Evan, beautiful, wonderful, hot as hell, earnest Evan says he’s packing like no one else in LA, fine, he’s gonna trust it. He can feel himself swelling with it, with love, with blood. He lets it fatten him. He’ll expand for Evan, he’ll grow inside him, fill him, reshape him, he’ll make a home of his body, since that’s what he wants.

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"too sweet" being at least partly inspired by hozier waking up late, still drunk from the night before, realizing he was running late to the airport and running into a wall and falling over, then getting on the plane and realizing he was bleeding profusely from a head wound sustained from his fall earlier that morning, only to look up and see famous irish actor cillian murphy knelt down beside his seat talking to him is the funniest thing i've learned all day.