#“writing a report”

[oldrudshore]

Transformers prime fanfic is so awesome. None of us actually know what Ratchet does on the computer but he's always there ain't he

[yoursuperman]

You don’t even get a warning. One second you’re teasing him, calling him farmboy with that smirk he hates, and the next—bam. Back hits the barn wall. His mouth is on yours, soft, hands everywhere. It’s so fast. Dizzying even.

His hand’s already in your panties, middle finger dragging up your slit delicately. “Jesus Christ,” he breathes, “you’re soaked.”

He shoves your panties to the side and lines himself up. He just can’t wait. And God, he can’t. He’s muttering all these shaky little pleas under his breath.

“Please let me, please need it so bad—” and you’re nodding, panting, already gripping his arms that’s all holding you together.

When he pushes it in? It knocks the wind out of you. He’s so big you feel it in your stomach, and he just keeps whispering “Sorry, sorry, I’ll be gentle,” while absolutely railing you against the wall.

But he’s shaking. Holding back. Breathing hard like he’s scared he’ll break something, like you.

And then you moan out his name, a soft 'Clark' leaving your lips, and that’s it. He loses it.

He grabs under your thighs and fucks into you so deep the whole damn wall creaks behind you, barn dust raining down from the rafters. Every thrust knocks a whimper out of you. And he’s watching your face.

“Look at me,” he says, voice wrecked. “Just—just look at me while I fuck you.”

[eremikayearner]

⋆｡°🎧ྀི.⊹₊ ⋆ just thinking about how your quiet and caring rin gets soooooo mean when he fucks you after losing a match.

he has you pinned under him, his legs straddling yours, your poor abused n bruised hips pulled up to meet the brutal punishing snap of his hips against your ass as you buried your face against the sheets and gripped them to tether yourself to reality. he’s faster, rougher, deeper and harder than he’s ever been, as if he’s trying to destroy and pour his frustrations into the heavenly warmth of your sweet n pretty little pussy.

the bed frame slams against the wall repeatedly, noises from your wet n needy cunt fill the room, the sound of skin slapping against skin echoes off the walls, your voice so sweet and pretty as he drags whimpers and moans out of your mouth like a goddamn madman.

“fuckin’ blocked my shot.” he grinds out, his nails digging into the flesh of your hips, making you cry out. “i’ll fucking kill him.”

“r-rin! s-slow down!” you manage to whine, feeling his cock slam over and over and over again right up against that one spongey spot deep inside you.

he’s too fast, too deep, too rough, too big, too addictive, too fucking much. and your orgasm was approaching much too quick for your poor body to handle.

you feel a large hand thread into your hair, tugging at your scalp and pulling your head up from where you’d laid it desperately against the sheets. you whine at the sudden roughness, but rin never fucking falters.

“what was that?” his voice is so mean. condescending. angry. rough. and yet laced with affection only your rin could ever have for you.

“sweet fuckin’ slut can’t take it anymore?” he nearly smirks when he rips that sweet and pretty moan from your lips. a large calloused hand you’ve come to know so well runs over the pink marked-up plush of your ass, gripping tightly and making it sting. “shit, but look at how your fuckin’ cunt keeps squeezing me.”

there it is. he angles his hips a little lower, a blissed out moan leaving your pretty lips as he hits that one spot deeper. his hand roughly pushes your head down against the sheets, holding you in place like he fucking owns you, listening to your little moans, whimpers, whines and sobs.

needy pants and breathless groans leave his mouth as he fucks into you faster, his hand pressing your pretty face down into the bed and another hand pressing down on your back and keeping your ass perfectly arched up against him to meet his punishing pace.

he looks down at your sprawled out and pretty form, your sweet noises in his ears, your scent intoxicating him, your cute n perfect pussy sucking him in, your submission and compliance easing that war of anger within him. his perfect little angel. his perfect little angel who deserves to get fucked by a winner.

“you love this shit, right?” he rasps out, a yelp leaving your lips as your cunt clamped tightly around his merciless cock. “letting a lukewarm loser use and fill your perfect pussy till he forgets about how shit he played?”

you can’t even register his words in your pretty little head. your nails are nearly tearing through the sheets with how hard you’re gripping them, and your voice is all high-pitched whines, moans and pleas of his name. and of course, with the way his beautiful dick just keeps abusing your pleasure points, shit, that coil of bliss and pleasure is threatening to snap within you.

“s’too much, rin!” you’re so cute like this. a babbling, cockdrunk, fucked out mess — hardly even registering your own thoughts besides rin, rin, rin, rin, rin, rin, rin, rin, rin, rin.

“just shut up and take it, slut.” he mutters with that soft and doting note of affection, pressing your face further into the sheets as he feels that familiar feeling of ecstasy threaten to wash over him. “gonna fuck you till i can’t fuckin’ think of anything else.”

and he does just that. he fucks you till you’re bruised, overstimulated, stuffed, limp and half-conscious in his arms. he fucks you till he can feel your perfect cunt wrapped around his cock long after he pulls out of you. he fucks you till you’re leaking all over the sheets and making a mess. he fucks you till he’s all breathless whimpers, trembling limbs, overstimulated and finally out of stamina. he fucks you till he forgets why he could have ever been angry in the first place when he’s got an angel like you.

he’ll take care of you after destroying you, softest kisses all over you, the most gentlest of touches, a warm bath, praise in your ear, wrapped in his arms when you finally fall asleep with him — his perfect little angel.

yeah, he’s a sore fucking loser, but you always make him feel like a winner.

[cosycryptid]

Modern AU where the party have a famous paranormal investigation and unsolved mysteries youtube channel. Steve is in the background of their first ghost hunting video because he wasn't going to let them go and stay overnight in an abandoned building without supervision. Their audience finds Steve's sarcastic comments and parental attitude towards the kids really compelling and most of the comments on that video are begging for him to become a regular in their on location videos. Before long, Steve is a reoccurring presence in their videos playing the skeptic/concerned parent role.

For example:

Dustin: I’ve connected the dots guys. This must be the work of a demon.

Steve: You didn’t connect shit. It's just an old creaky building.

Dustin: I’ve connected them.

—————————————

In an abandoned hospital.

Max: Hey this giant metal door has some kind of engraving on it.

Lucas: Oh cool, it looks like old graffiti.

Steve: Yeah that’s great, do you know what else it looks like? Rusty as shit. Now get back here and don’t touch anything because your parents are gonna be so pissed if they find out you had to get tetanus shots at 2am on a Saturday because I let you wander around an abandoned hospital with a bunch of shady ass camera men. No offense.

Camera man: None taken.

Mike (from the doorway): Guys! Will, El and Dustin found an operating theatre and there are a bunch of old scalpels and needles and stuff in there.

Max: Awesome, let’s go.

Steve: No! No! Let’s not go! Let’s stay as far away as possible from the room full of potential infections. Where are Dustin, El and Will? They didn’t go inside the room, did they?

Mike: See, I could answer that, but I don’t think you’re gonna like it.

—————————————

While exploring a ‘haunted’ hotel:

Mike: Hey look, all of Steve’s bitches are in this room.

El: There is nobody in there.

Mike: Exactly.

He turns to look directly into the camera with a sly grin and the others start laughing.

Steve: Yeah, yeah. You’ll be laughing when I drive home without you.

—————————————

At the same hotel.

Steve: Dustin. Your little light box thing is broken, it’s been flashing on and off for the past five minutes.

Dustin: Oh my God, Steve! That means it can sense a spirit. Why didn’t you say anything?! Did you not listen to my long and detailed explanation of how the equipment works?

Steve: I’m gonna be so honest with you. No, I didn’t.

—————————————

On their Mothman episode trip to point pleasant.

Steve, staring at the statue (we all know which one): Ok, but why is he kinda…

Lucas: Please stop talking.

Dustin: No sexualising the cryptids please, Steve.

Steve: If they didn’t want anyone to sexualise Mothman, then why would they give his statue such a defined ass and abs?

Max: I mean, he’s not wrong.

—————————————

Eventually, Steve gets peer pressured by the comments into starting his own channel. And since he still has no idea what he wants to do with his life, he decides to go ahead and do it.

At first his audience are super confused because his content is a hard pivot from the supernatural and unsolved mysteries content people are used to seeing him in. He mainly reacts to DIY haircare videos and gives tips on how to do what the people in the videos were trying to do properly without risking ending up bald.

He also makes wholesome baking videos, and has a side podcast with Robin, where they talk shit for 3 hours about anything they want - usually celebrities and assholes on the internet - as well as having a segment where Robin makes Steve watch a movie he's never seen and they review it. People who came from the paranormal channel still love his content because he’s funny and sassy and his videos are surprisingly helpful at times. He’s soon catching up to his friends in subscriber numbers.

Eddie and his band have a channel where they upload music videos, live performances and backstage/tour vlogs. They also make the occassional song covers where they take requests in the comments for metal versions of pop songs. Eddie also has a side channel where he runs D&D campaigns with other influencers (he hates that word).

One day he’s doing a Q&A and when someone asks which influencers he’d like to invite for his next campaign, he mentions Steve and says he’s been secretly watching his videos for a while and they’re kind of a guilty pleasure. He’s even tried some of Steve’s hair care tips because his hair was looking a bit frazzled under the heat of the lights on stage and it was getting in his way during performances. Now he swears by them because his hair has never looked or felt better.

Steve’s never seen any of Eddie’s videos but he starts watching them after that, he particularly likes the metal versions of pop songs because it makes the genre more accessible to him. Sometimes he makes joke song suggestions in the comments. Every single time, the song he suggested gets covered.

The boys are all insanely jealous of this new development because they’ve been fans of Eddie’s channels for years and have been bringing up references to some of his campaigns in their videos to try and get him to consider them for the next one, but so far have had no luck. Meanwhile, Steve, who doesn’t even know the first thing about D&D has his full attention. Steve was going to ask Eddie to consider asking them out of the kindness of his heart, but after they’ve given him a little too much attitude over it, he decides he’s gonna join the campaign instead just to spite them.

Cue Steve going from completely clueless to kind of a decent player and the two of them going from fascinated with each other to constantly flirting and appearing in each other’s videos.

[rennelelorren]

feral jonin!Obito? feral jonin!Obito it is.

This is a request i somehow deleted...so whoever was the one to request it Hi, and sorry

[bluerosefox]

Call Meeting Interruptions

Thinking about another funny DeadTired AU idea.

Deaged Dani and Dan btw.

So does anyone remember that one video of a guy doing a interview and his kids come in the room.

Imagine secretly married DeadTired. Tim is out of Gotham at the moment but in a video call with the Bats or maybe during a WE meeting (Bruce is in the call as well) when out of nowhere the door behind him opens and a Deaged Dani (Ellie), who comes in with a smile and walks in like she owns the place and not long after her in a baby walker Dante (Dan) comes in too, Tim is trying to keep a straight face but inside is panicking when he realizes he didn't lock his office door (which is coated with anti-ecto paint that only work when its locked and it keeps the kids out) knows there is no way to keep them a secret anymore.

Then Danny comes sliding in, grabs the kids, whisper/shouts a "Sorry Tim!" and gets them out.

Tim is silent for a moment, takes a breath and tries to resume the talk.

[superbat-lmao]

Jason travels to an alternate universe where Bruce only cares about being Batman. He took in each of his kids to serve the mission, not be his children.

Now, faced with alternate versions of his family, Jason has to grapple with the fact that his Bruce does care, that he is his father. Because the man in front of him now, trying to send him home, isn’t even close.

[papayasector]

Aura.

[ikiprian]

Mr. Fenton is a competent teacher. Almost too competent.

If Mr. Daniel Fenton had any more than a BS (with a minor in education), Tim would’ve flagged his profile as a potential Rogue. That’s the way of most charismatic academics, at least in Gotham. (Got a PhD? Instant watchlist.) Instead, he’s Gotham Academy’s newest celebrity, as a young, passionate, out-of-towner substitute while the chemistry teacher’s on maternity leave.

Tim gets the hype. Fenton seems to genuinely love teaching, and is invested in the welfare of the student body. He hands out bananas during exam week, hosts a “study habits seminar” each month to coach effective learning strategies, and the third time Tim falls asleep in his class, he even pulls Tim aside to ask if he’s doing okay. With all the late work he accepts and the protein bars he sneaks Tim, he’s every teen vigilante’s dream teacher. He could’ve been Tim’s favorite.

In fact, Mr. Fenton was Tim’s favorite. Up until Tim walks into Mr. Fenton’s chemistry classroom for a forgotten textbook, an hour after the final bell.

On the board where tallied scores for today’s review game had been kept, “THE CHEMISTRY BEHIND DR. CRANE’S FEAR GAS: ANXIOGENICS, NERI’S, & YOU,” is now scrawled. A detailed diagram of the human endocrine system projects in front of a small crowd of adoring and attentive students.

Fenton is wrist-deep in the skull cavity of an anatomical model. A short tug, and out pops the brain.

It’s plastic. It’s fake.

Tim identifies the nearest emergency exit.

Fenton turns to the door, and in the dark classroom with the projector illuminating half his face, his eyes almost seem to flash red. “What’s up, Tim?” he asks. His friendly grin is too big for his face. “I didn’t know you wanted to join the Just Science League!”

[OR: Danny’s a science teacher at Tim’s school. Gotham’s a pretty wild place, even for someone who grew up a superhero in a ghost-infested town, so he takes it upon himself to start a club teaching kids how to manage themselves in the event of a crisis. These Gothamites are pretty hardy, but a little extra training never hurt anybody! And he suspects one of his students might be a teen vigilante, like he’d been, back in the day. As a senior super, it's Danny’s duty look out for him! Surely, this is the subtlest and most appropriate way to give the kid pointers.]

[Tim immediately assumes supervillain.]

[yjcorefourenjoyer]

I fully believe that yj98 doesn’t tell ANYONE about their missions anymore.

they probably did in the past with their early ones, but after the 7th lie detector test, and 3rd time they had to get J’onn and/or Wonder Woman’s lasso involved to prove they were telling the truth, they just stopped.

After you’ve heard one mission people usually think they’re lying and stop asking questions. All YJ have to say is ‘it was a Classic yj mission, do you really want to hear about it?’ and all other inquiries would be dropped. YJ themselves won’t bring it up, and you won’t believe them anyways, so what’s the point?

So you won’t believe what this leads to when Damian and Jon after being curious for a while, decided to answer “yes, we do wanna know” to them

now YJ has to deal with two teens and the justice league, who finally decides to look at them (and what they’ve done) for the first time…

[yoursuperman]

your back hits the barn wall, hard. his hands are already under your skirt, fingers rough, shaking, nose buried in your neck, mumbling, “fuck, i can smell you—”

you gasp when he grinds up between your thighs, cock thick and hot against your soaked panties. he doesn’t even pull them off—just yanks them aside and spits on your cunt, starved.

“clark—” you try, but then he’s pushing in, one slow inch at a time, and you forget how to speak. he’s huge, almost too much, and he’s trying so hard to stay gentle, jaw clenched, hands trembling on your waist.

“can’t—can’t help it,” he groans, fucking up into you with slow, brutal strokes. “you smell like sex. been driving me insane all day.”

your head thumps against the wood. he’s holding you up like you weigh nothing, slamming into you hard, ruined, as if he'll never gonna get another chance.

and when he cums, it’s with a shudder that shakes the whole damn bed—forehead pressed to yours, voice all fucked up and sweet, murmuring, “i’ll never get enough of you.”

[iguessthisisanewobsession]

Just once I would like a Peter stuck in Gotham story where Tony gets dragged along with him for the ride.

Like they drop down and Tony is like

“Not an ideal situation, good news is we’re not dead. Bad news that looked like a one way trip for us. We’ll cross that bridge when we get to it. Now we should focus on short-term goals: food, water and a place to stay, everything else can wait.”

I want Tony to be out there working his ass off from helping people with broken items then getting a job at wayne enterprises and starting a technology revolution in this dimension because he just can’t stand how out of date everything is and then running to pick up Peter from the rich kid school and the two of them trying to do reconnaissance and failing miserably.

Peter for his part is having a great time with school and his new vigilante gig.

Peter’s vigilante friends in school are worried about how bruised Peter looks sometimes and think that Tony is abusive before breaking in and just hearing Tony being a mother hen.

Then one breakout things are not looking too good and Spider-man just says

“Karen, activate Papa Protocol.”

And then like ten minutes later in comes Ironman with a bone to pick with the rouges.

Bruce doesn’t know if he loves Tony or hates him but his kids find him hilarious.

[bluerosefox]

The Dangers of Being Named an al Ghul's Beloved

Idea.

Demon twins? Or just sibling to Damian. Point is Danny's an al Ghul.

The moment, the second Danny (Danyal al Ghul) kissed his Beloved (not for the first or second time, no they had been dating for a while by then) and thought of them as such he knew he was fucked.

He knew as he pulled away and stared at their face with wide eyes when he realized what his mind had called them and had whispered to them right before their kiss that he needed to prepare them for what was to come.

The consequence of being named his Beloved, the dangers that came with it.

Danny knew he couldn't hide it either, knows the eyes of the League his mother had placed around Amity that sent reports on him from time to time would notice his body language changed and would report to her.

Knows his Mother and perhaps his Brother will come down to... test his Beloved to see if they were worthy of an al Ghul.

[moonlight-prose]

clark kent who borrows your pens and leaves behind sticky notes of scribbled apologies and mugs of warm coffee as a thank you.

clark kent who began collecting your articles in a drawer of his desk, neatly pressed into a manila envelope.

clark kent who has a crush on the pretty reporter who can be found hunched over your desk well into three a.m. (he left his coat draped over your shoulders one night to keep you warm).

clark kent who finds every excuse to catch your eye, to hear your voice, to see a glimpse of your smile.

clark kent who finds a sticky note (with a time a date a place and a heart) , a coffee above your new article neatly cut out, and his coat tucked into his chair as a response to a question never asked.

[lipshits-continuous]

Something about maths that'll never not amaze me is how sometimes you'll read a certain topic and it'll be kinda out of reach, like you kinda get the idea but the details go over your head. But then a few months later you'll come back to it and somehow it makes so much more sense. Maybe it's cause you've realised something that makes it click or sometimes you'll have learnt other things and it'll put it in a new perspective. And it's honestly one of the best feelings

[elumish]

I know that I am preaching to the anti-AI choir, but I genuinely believe that skills like summarizing, articulating, and refining an argument, engaging with existing research or information yourself, and going through the process of crafting materials are core skills for life but also for many careers, and outsourcing those degrades people's ability to think critically and engage with ideas.

Even ignoring the fact that generative AI is awful for the environment and based almost entirely in intellectual property theft and has a bunch of other ethical issues, using gen AI as a crutch will actually just make you worse at both engaging with life and doing many professional jobs.

But also, beyond this, you will benefit from actively engaging with research and the news and shaping, summarizing, and articulating arguments.

Can you read a piece of news or an article and understand the point it is making? Do you know how to identify the biases of the source? Do you know how to understand what you are reading in the context of that bias?

Can you shape an argument based on information you have engaged with? Can you validate that argument by seeking out additional relevant information? Can you describe that argument to someone who is familiar with the subject matter? Can you describe or summarize that argument to someone who is not familiar with the subject matter?

Can you articulate your point--whether it is an argument or just a question--in written format? Can you articulate it out loud? Do you know how to shape what you are expressing to a given audience?

Being able to articulate yourself clearly, in a logical structure that is based on verified evidence, is important for so much of life.