#and boy line are all the same age.. aww...

[alligaytorswamp]

d3v:l h0ur moment 😈

animated moment:

[batsandbirdbrains]

Your Wonder Twins in YJ animated post has my heart, I just know that Dick is live-texting Donna any time something happens so she already has the whole tea on everything by the time she gets introduced to the other members. I think Wally and Roy would know her already along with Dick though. Would you have her be the same age as Dick or more around Wally's age in the show (I think Wally and Dick are around 2 years apart in the show)?

Ooooh good question good question. Originally I wanted to say they were the same age or that maybe she was only a year or so older, but actually I think it’s so much funnier if Dick is 13 and Donna is 15 (Wally’s also 15 from what I remember). Like Robin is clearly a little younger than her. It’s not much, and they’re still very close and have been since the day they met, but I just love the idea of them insisting to the entire Team that they are in fact twins.

What are you talking about Artemis, we never told you how old we are. Of course Donna looks a little older, girls mature faster than boys, but that’s so rude of you to point out you’d think as a girl you’d know that. No we will not tell you how old we are, you’ve insulted both of us by insinuating Donna looks old.

“I didn’t say she looks old!” Artemis screeches.

“Uh, you literally just did,” Dick tells her. “Not nice.”

Roy, who had stopped by Mount Justice to discuss details of a case with Robin because he needed his opinion on something, is standing in the background biting his cheek so hard to keep a straight face. He’s been in the loop in the “OG Side Bitches” group chat that Dick set up to include Roy, Dick, Donna, and Wally a few months ago. He knows all about Dick and Donna driving the entire team nuts by calling themselves actual twins. He’s actually pretty impressed with their commitment to the bit. Also, he thinks the idea of trolling the others is hilarious and he wants in, even if just to observe. His case that needs Robin’s opinion is maybe just a cover so he can witness them in action.

Artemis is now stomping off into another room to rage about how annoying they’re being, and Dick is grabbing Roy’s wrist to drag him into a mission briefing room with him and Donna. Dick busts out laughing as soon as the door is closed, and Donna is smiling fondly at him. Roy just pats Dick’s shoulder until he calms down, his laughter tapering off into giggles.

“I think you might send her to Arkham if you keep this up,” Roy jokes.

That just sends Dick into a fit, leaning heavily against Donna as he wheezes out, “Did you see her face? She’s going completely bananas!”

“Highlight of my week,” Donna tells him, wrapping her arms around him, trying to hold back her own laughter. They need to try and keep the cover of going over a case in case anyone pops in.

“You’ve gotta tell me everything, you haven’t updated the chat in three days,” Roy tells them. “Come on, I’ll take you guys for ice cream.”

“Yes!” Dick cheers, jumping out of Donna’s arms to rush to the door. “We have so much to fill you in on! Also I have a new idea - what if we start insinuating that Diana is our mom?”

“That’s where I draw the line,” Donna says, but she laughs at the idea.

“Aww,” Dick pouts. But Roy just puts his hand on top of Dick’s head and steers him back towards the hall. They go to the zeta tubes to head to Star City, then to Roy’s car parked around the corner. Dick calls shotgun immediately, then starts chatting Roy’s ear off about all the antics they’ve gotten up to.

“But you know it’d be way more fun if you just joined,” Dick tries to persuade him. “Imagine how much you could annoy them all by being so much cooler than them? The four of us already have a bunch of combo moves anyway, we could call ourselves the Fab Four!”

“Come on, Dickie,” Roy says gently. “Let’s just get some ice cream, okay?”

“Won’t you just think about it?” Dick pleads. From behind him, Donna is sending Roy a scathing look.

“I’ll think about it,” Roy promises him. The way Dick grins at him and then latches onto his arm, leaning against his side as they wait in line at the ice cream counter makes Roy actually consider it for a moment.

Dick’s sunglasses have been off since they got in Roy’s car, not needing them now that they’re away from the others and since the sun has already set. And Roy always forgets how young Dick is when he’s out as Robin, when he can’t see his eyes. Sometimes it makes him hate Bruce just a bit, knowing he brought this kid into this life when he was even tinier than he is now, knowing that Dick is the youngest amongst them yet somehow has the most experience.

Sometimes Roy wants to scoop Dick and Donna and Wally up and run away with them, get them away from all of this. They’ve all known each other so long, but Roy is the oldest, it’s his job to protect them, but sometimes Roy isn’t sure who he needs to protect them from.

But he knows he can’t run away with them, so instead he sits in an ice cream shop, watching Dick swirl his ice cream in his cup until it looks like soup while he chats about anything and everything, watching Donna laugh with him and press her shoulder up against Dick’s and then lunge for him when he tries to steal her sprinkles, just listening to them have fun together.

[rottenpumpkin13]

Out Of Context Shit Heard On The SOLDIER Floor #7

Genesis: SEPHIROTH, STOP MEOWING AT ME.

Kunsel: Any loser twink can be a fem-boy, but it takes a real badass to be a fem-man.

Sephiroth: Did I "yee-haw" with joy, or did it convey depression?

Zack, holding up Cloud: BEHOLD.

Sephiroth, stealing a fry from Angeal's plate: A most generous offering. You will be spared. Angeal: FROM? Sephiroth: You will be spared.

Genesis, wearing sunglasses and holding a cappuccino: So there I was, gelato on my breasts—

Cloud: Aww, that's such a cute Halloween decoration. *pointing at Genesis sobbing in the corner*

Angeal: Who put a hotdog in the candy bowl?? Zack, in the background: Halloweenie.

Sephiroth: I could've sworn "motherfucker" was a compliment.

Angeal: IF YOU EAT THAT WEEK-OLD SUSHI PLATTER, YOUR INTESTINES WILL BECOME RADIOACTIVE.

Sephiroth: Zack, can I enjoy this steak dinner without you explaining A/B/O to me?

Lazard: I think we ALL need to beat our fathers with shovels, Sephiroth, you're not special.

Zack: NO! THAT'S MY EMOTIONAL SUPPORT BANANA!

Genesis: He manspreads to assert dominance, I manspread to create a barrier between myself and heteronormativity. We are not the same.

Sephiroth: I just sent Angeal an email describing my feelings for him. If he doesn't reply, I'll show up at his apartment and superglue myself to the door.

Zack: Give me a pen, paper, and three Adderall, and I'll write something better than Loveless in one hour.

Kunsel: Everyone is subjected to failure, but at least I'm not Roche, who thought the plural of ninja was ninji.

Sephiroth: I have exactly three crayons on my person right now, and they're all stolen from Zack.

Angeal, chewing with his mouth full: Don't make psycho-sexual comments in front of my cheeseburger.

Zack, narrating what he's seeing: 🎶 Look at Angeal 🎶 beating Sephiroth with a frozen chicken because he forgot to take it out the freezer. 🎶

Sephiroth: Please refrain from analyzing my deep-seated fear of abandonment linked to my mother's absence and its impact on my emotional regulation, it's seven in the morning and I still haven't had coffee.

Cloud: I'm about two mental breakdowns away from resorting to gang affiliation.

Genesis: COUNTER SPELL! *flicks his wrist* TRAUMA!

Roche: I often have nightmares about Sephiroth attacking me with a spork.

Sephiroth, in the presence of a spider: I feel anti-at peace.

Zack: Dear diary, today I committed tax evasion, and felt great. Tomorrow I'll try embezzlement and eventually vandalism!

Sephiroth: Can you read this death threat note and check if my handwriting is recognizable?

Zack and Genesis: *Loudly arguing over who gets to be the ring bearer at Sephiroth and Angeal's wedding*

Angeal, laying on the floor: Good luck trying to find my will to live, gang.

Genesis: I'm flashing you a tit to maintain our friendship.

Sephiroth: If I had a gil for every time someone compared me to a cat, I'd have enough to purchase that expensive human cat bed that has been on my wishlist for ages.

Roche: Is my discount wig a joke to you, Zackary?

Cloud, placing an "I miss you" letter from his mother in Sephiroth's line of view: Yeah, that's right. Fuck you.

Lazard: Someone pinned a death threat on my office door written in glitter gel pen.

Genesis, flirting: I own an air-fryer.

Angeal: T-shirt that says "I survived Zack's power point presentation on aliens that included a photo of Sephiroth on the fourth slide"

Roche: Cloud Strife's evil twin…Grass Peace.

Sephiroth: *Showing Zack pictures of baby cows while Zack sobs into his burger*

Genesis: PUT. MASAMUNE. DOWN. No one is stealing your crayons.

Sephiroth: Genesis, I feel inspired to compliment your ass.

Lazard: Take a good, hard look at Sephiroth wearing flip-flops and tell me I shouldn't be stressed.

Sephiroth: A most efficient weapon to add to my arsenal *wielding an entire streetlamp*

Zack, talking to Angeal: My insecure trooper and faceless info guy, versus your 6'7 cat and walking red flag.

Kunsel: Is the cure to male loneliness *incomprehensible screeching* ?

[importantstudentbusinessspy-blog]

Academia - The Gala

Masterlist

Pairing: Aged up Damian Wayne x f reader

Tags: NSFW, academic setting, rivals to lovers, friends with benefits, smut, blowjobs, possessiveness, jealousy, oral, p in v, semi-public sex,

Side note: can y'all tell I've never been to a Gala before? I don't know how they donate in those things. Please bear with me.

The perp screamed as Damian flipped him onto the ground, making sure the way he landed would be impactful enough to knock him out for at least a minute.

"Fuck! You fucking brat!" The perp chocked out.

Squatting next to him, Damian flipped his staff to rest it against his shoulder blades, hanging both his arms on it. "You see the rest of your crew over there?" He nodded in the direction of four bodies lying down on the floor of the warehouse, then looked back at the perp currently struggling to take a breath. "Not big talkers, apparently. But you -" he grabbed the man by his collar and dragged him towards himself, the perp yelped, blood dripping from his nose as he struggled against Damian's unyielding grip. "You might still make it out of here alive." He finished.

The perp eyed his men nervously, stammering. "D-did you kill them?"

Damian ignored the question. "I'm gonna ask you one last time, Markus. Where is Roman's shipment arriving to?"

The man's eyes widened at the correct use of his name, and he began to shake.

Damian registered a new stench, his upper lip lifted in digust as he stared down a Marcus. "You better not have fucking pissed yourself. That's disgusting."

Marcus looked like he was about to cry. Damian would bet they were tears of shame rather than pain. He grasped the collar tighter, sneering. "Where did the shipment leave to, Marc? While I'm still in a good mood."

"Y-you fucking psycho!" Marcus was crying now. "Do you have any idea what he'll do to me if I tell you?"

"It can't be worse than what I'll do to you if you don't." Damian said before punching the crying man in the nose, making sure to crack something. Marcus cried out in pain.

"Talk." Damian prompted.

Bloody lips trembling, Marcus confessed the address.

Damian nodded, sure to memorize the location. "What time is it coming in?" He asked.

Marcus's features twisted pathetically as he slurred, "Come on, man. I already told you-"

"What time is it coming in?" Damian sneered. Hating to have to repeat himself.

"E-eleven-Thirty!" The criminam cried. "Pick up's at midnight."

Damian stood up then, kicking Marcus right in the nose, making sure to knock him out this time.

"Jesus christ, kid." Jason spoke in his ear. "Remind me to play bats this footage if ever gives me shit about how I do interrogations."

"That won't stop me from giving you shit." Batman's voice came on the line.

Withholding a retort about Jason calling him "kid." All Damian said was, "it's not like I killed him."

"Right, no, of course." The red hood laughed in his comm. "You just re-organized the order his face, much more merciful."

"Ugh, been on the receiving end of that." Dick's voice joined the line. "Now look at oir baby boy, all grown up and graduated from scratching to dislocation."

"Aww." Barbara's voice supplied helpfully.

Damian rolled his eyes. "I was dislocating men twice my size back when you were still running around in a leotard."

He was so grateful he got to work on his own suit, with a fabric that wasn't skin fucking tight had at fully covered him in bulletproof Kevlar yet still allowed for a full range of motion. If he were forced to wear the same suit as his eldest brother, Batman would have been his first victim.

"Oooh there are those claws!" Tim now joined the line, along with Stephanie, who supplied the helpful words: "scratchy scratchy" in the background.

Clearly, his family was having a much less fun night that he and were desperate for some entertainment. Ignoring them, Damian climbed up from the warehouse and onto the roof of a neighboring, taller building to get a better vantage point. The wind ruffled his hair as the sounds of gotham: sirens, choppers, and car horns, as well as the waves from the nearby river filled his ears. Inhaling the cool air and exhaling, the fog from his mouth traveling with the wind. He switched onto a different line. "Oracle, I need coordinates to the Conrad docks port hanger number 9."

"Roger that, Robin. Shall I send for back up?"

"No need." He said. "I can't handle this myself."

And he did. Carrying out a perfect stealth mission and stealing a crate of the new drug that Black Mask was trying to push on the city, along with the files that exposed every crooken cop currently on his payroll. The files found their way to commissioner Gordon's coffee table that night. The corrupt cops were behind bars by morning.

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Damian didn't know how to explain, but he was having a particularly good day. That is, until he heard your name being said by one of the guys from your program.

"There she is. What was her name again?"

"Y/n, I think?" The boy, a skinny eng student from your physics class, was talking to his friend.

Damian followed his gaze to you, sitting by yourself in a yellow checkered blazer and skinny jeans, with a neat ponytail tied by a yellow ribbon. You were sitting on one of the benches at the campus atrium, chewing on a cut-up apple as you read something on your computer, the screen illuminating your face, reflection on your glasses.

"I got two tickets for the Howling Mystery this Thursday. I'm gonna ask her to go with me."

Like hell. Damian turned in their direction.

Just as his friend replied sardonically. "She doesn't strike me as the type that listens to hard metal -"

"Hey," they both turned at the sound of Damian's voice. The boy who talked about asking you out straightening up. Unimpressed, Damian trampled him in size. "How are you guys?" He asked casually.

"Fine, thanks." The friend replied, looking at Damian in disbelief that he was used to by now. "You?"

"Listen, were you guys just in Atkinson's lecture?" He pointed his thumb in the direction of the room behind himself.

The two guys nodded.

"He's in there right now explaining the Pokhozhaev identity problem that was on the midterm." Damian lied.

Their eyes widened. And one of them asked. "Fuck, really?"

Damian nodded. "Yeah. If you hurry, maybe you could still catch him."

"Dude, thanks!" One of them clapped him on the back, and Damian offered them one his signature easygoing smiles as they went down the hall and back into the lecture, none the wiser.

He himself made his way to sit beside you, leaning back on the bench. "Hey,"

You looked up at him, eyes widening when you realized it's him. You quickly collected yourself, offering a polite smile. "Damian, hi."

"What are you doing this Thursday?" He asked.

You thought about it for a moment, checked your calendar to see that your midterms were done by Wednesday. "Nothing, why?"

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You looked at yourself in the mirror, assessing the outfit. The dress you wore was a velvet, red form-fitting one that accentuated your silhouette, it reached the top of your knees with an asymmetrical hem that added an edgy touch, showcasing the velvet knee-high black boots under it. A deep neckline showed the gold necklace that you never took off, with its matching earrings - gifts from your parents. You let your hair down, framing your face in subtle curls and draping over your shoukders. Your makeup was subtle with a focus on your eyes and red lipstick. The look you were going for was a combination of chic and classy.

A knock on your door caused you to open it, mouth dropping slightly when you did.

Damian Wayne stood at your doorstep wearing a suit. Confident posture and athletic physique. His tailored suit accentuated his broad shoulders and a trim waist. Sharp jawline, high cheekbones, and those green eyes of his sparkled over you with appreciation. You realized why he'd told you to wear red, a well-chosen tie hung from his neck, matching your dress in color.

"Hey, perfect girl," he gave you an appreciative look.

"Oh wow," you let the words out without thinking. Clearing your throat, you offered a shy smile. "You look really nice."

"Thanks," he put his hand in his pocket, eyes roaming your body, and he shook his head. "So do you. Very nice."

He offered you his hand, and you took it, letting him lead you to his Camaro.

"Will you not be drinking?" You asked, seated at the passenger seat.

"I dont drink." He said.

You nodded, thinking that if he wanted to elaborate, he would have. "I read up about that Gala. It's a charity event to raise money for the new wing in the children's hospital, right?"

"Right."

"I'd like to contribute, if that's still allowed." You said.

Damian smirked to himself, a dimple appearing as his perfect teeth came into view. "Do you know how much Wayne donated, perfect girl?"

"No," you confessed.

"You're welcome to contribute, but trust me, they're set for at least the next four years. And that's including construction."

"Wow," you couldn't bring yourself to even inagine the amount that entailed. Suddenly, your donation felt like barely anything. Your shoulders slumped slightly, and then you shook it off. "Well, it doesn't matter. I'd still like to."

He turned to give you a look, the meaning of which you couldn't decipher. "Have you ever donated at a gala before?"

You shookyour head.

He offered you his hand, and you took it.

At last, he spoke. "I'll show you how."

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The way he commanded attention in any room with mere silence should be studied, you thought.

His hand brushed your hip, leading you inside the massive banquet hall. You looked around, and massive chandeliers hung from the intricately painted fresco on the ceiling as the velvet carpet was rolled out under expensive shoes. The sound of chatter and clinging glasses was accompanied by classical music. This was an entirely different world than the one you were used to. Still, you looked around in fascination.

"Is that real Chanel?" Damian's question drew you from your thoughts. You turned to see him eyeing your dress.

You tensed. "... no." You looked down, blushing as you were painfully reminded that someone of his stature could tell the difference. Slightly embarrassed, you quietly confessed, "Mainstream brands can make good knock offs when they want to."

He nodded, gaze drifting back over the crowd. As did you, the sea of people in front of you was clad in high brand designer gowns, suits, and perfumes. Granted, your outfit was by no means cheap, and in fact, it took you a day of work to make up for it. But if he could see that your clothes were a high fashion copy, so could everyone here. In your clothes you felt like you didn't belong. For the first time in your life, you felt... cheap.

You just hoped his lack of a reaction meant a lack of judgment. Damian came both from old money and from new money, as the heir to the top weapons mogul in the world, he was used to a certain standard.

Either way, you may not have been rich but you weren't struggling. Per se.

You glanced at him, about to wonder if he felt embarrassed to be seen with you. But after thinking of it for too long, you realized... you don't care.

Very grateful to both of your parents who worked blue-collar jobs to raise you and your siblings, you learned the value of appearance from a young age. You didn't come from the best neighborhood, but you couldn't tell from the way your family presented itself. Your townhouse was always clean and well decorated. Your mother made sure to always have homemade food and put all of her kids through some kind of extracurricular activities. Which is how you got into maths and sciences. You relied on scholarships and the goodness of your teachers to make it where you did. And you never wished things were different; your life made you who you were today.

So what if you didn't wear designer brands? You had immaculate fashion sense even if it was affordable.

And suddenly, you caught yourself smiling. Suddenly, everyone's facial expressions didn't look so judgmental. Someone cleared their throat beside you, and you turned to face a beautiful couple.

The man was immediately recognizable. Matching in height with Damian, Bruce Wayne looked every bit the billionaire playboy in his classic black suit jacket, accessorized with golden cufflinks, a crisp white shirt, and a black bow tie. His hair was stylized and polished. Sharp facial features, visibly similar to his son's, and a well-groomed stubble enhanced his masculine charm. He held a confident, charismatic expression that exuded mystery.

He held by the waist a woman in an elegant, form-fitting black evening gown with a daring cut at the front. Her hair was styled in an updo. A statement necklace hung around her neck. Her look complemented Bruce's style while showcasing her own elegance. She gave youband Damian a knowing smile.

"Y/n, this is my father." Damian introduced you.

"It's nice to meet you, Mr. Wayne." You smiled at his father and offered to shake his hand.

He took your hand in a firm grip. "Y/n," his deep voice, also similar to Damian's, greeted you. "You interned for us this summer, am I correct?"

"Yes," you nodded eagerly. "In R&D. It was an amazing opportunity, sir. You run a truly unique organization."

Bruce's grin widened. "Well, I'm glad to hear. Your team lead wrote a great review after you were done. When you graduate, we'd be lucky to have you."

Your cheeks certainly reddened by now, and you felt like you were out of breath as you stuttered out a "Thank you." Or at least you hoped you did. You were pretty sure you had blacked out for a moment.

You couldn't tell Damian how grateful you were for his hand on your lower back. The touch rooting you and making you feel less intimidated, or at least protected by him.

"Thank you, Father." Damian's tone was slow but menacing. "I know young, smart, and pretty are your type, but maybe try not to steal my date? Especially when you have your own..." He gave the woman a pointed look.

She and Bruce shared a knowing look before she turned to you and said in a soft, cat-like taunt. "Careful honey. The more territorial they are, the harder it is to tell if they wish to love you..." She eyed Damian in a way that, for some reason, upset you. "Or own you."

Damian's hand tightened around your waist. The woman caught the movement before her gaze returned to yours. It felt like the air around your was a hundred degrees colder. You felt goosebumps on the back of your neck when she said. "Soon enough, you'll be lucky if Damian lets any man near you."

"I think I see the mayor." Bruce spoke up, breaking the tension, and led the woman away. "We should say hello."

When they were gone, you took in a deep breath, turning to Damian, you wispered. "Was that your mother?"

He huffed out a laugh. "Thank God no." He smiled down at you, his hand rubbing circles on your back. "Did she scare you?"

"She did."

"Yeah, my father's always had a type." He spoke in disdain. For a moment, it almost looked like he was the parent who was dissappointnent in his child's choice in partners.

A small smile crept across your lips. "What's your mother like -"

He lifted your chin and placed a kiss on your lips. A polite way to shut down your question. He pulled back an inch to whisper. "I don't want to talk about my parents anymore." Against your lips.

Message received, you nodded against him. Throughout the night you met a lot of interesting people. Of course, all of them had already known Damian. And they seemed happy to interact with you both. Shy and inexperienced in small talk, you let Damian take the lead. He answered their eager questions with ease, and you noted the way men and women hung on to his every word.

"Those are the kinds of conversations I want to be a part of in my line of work." You admitted.

The whole time, Damian's hands never let you go, visibly claiming you in front of whatever audience you had. You took up a rather interesting conversation with a man who worked for the District Attorney.

You nodded eagerly, agreeing with every word as he said. "It's just a different way of thinking. A mathematical one."

His smiled. "I'm sure you will. If you're eager enough to make it happen. Give me a call if you ever want to come see our unit at work." He handed you a business card, and you took it, nodding gratefully.

Suddenly, you felt Damian slide up from your hip to your neck, his fingers drawing circles on your collarbone. You turned to look at him, seeing his tongue poking his cheek as he eyed the man you were talking to.

"Well." The man cleared his throat. "It was nice meeting you."

"You too," you said before you were led away. Into the hall, away from the crowd.

"Where are you going?" You asked as Damian pulled you into what looked like a conference room, shutting the door behind you and pressing you against it. You looked up at him, squirming under his heated gaze. "Damian, is everything okay?"

"Leave it to you to make a two hundred dollar dress look like it was worth two thousand." He growled against your ear.

"Thank you?" You wimpered in question, unsure how to take the words.

"They were all looking at you like they wanted to take you home with them." He wispered, kissing you hard. "But they can't. You're mine."

You captured your bottom lip between your teeth to keep from moaning. The woman's words from earlier began playing in your mind. You saw Damian the way she described. Possessive, territorial. You couldn't understand why it both scared and excited you.

"Say it." He ordered. "Say you're mine."

"I'm yours." You don't know why you obeyed so quickly. But the words felt right on your tongue.

"Damn right." He wispered, kissing you hard. "Fuck, you're so beautiful." He groaned against your mouth. "I win. Out of all those men. I win!"

The flattering words made you smile. It was the first time someone said something like that to you. To have it be Damian Wayne, of all people.

Eager for more of his praise, you sunk down to your knees in front of him, looking up to meet his gaze as you unbuckled his belt, lowering his pants and boxers. You bit your lip when you saw his erection, tongue sneaking out to lick up his shaft. Damian was bigger than anyone you've been with. You ran your hands over the hard muscles of his stomach before taking him in your mouth and sucking eagerly.

"Fuck yes, baby." He groaned as his fingers pulled into your hair.

You whimpered around him.

"Finger yourself while you suck my dick. Get yourself ready." He ordered.

You obeyed, you index finger touching your clit through under your dress as you whined around his cock. You worked him for minutes on end, switching from sucking to licking his head, delighting in the way his hips trusted against you and his panting sped up above you.

Damian thought he won. But looking up into his glazed dark eyes, brows furrowed in pleasure as his mouth opened... all because of you. All at your mercy. You felt like you were the one who won. No one out of all those women in that room could see him like this except you.

His hand pulled you up by your hair, pining you between himself and the wall again. You felt so fragile in his arms. "Did you finger yourself like I asked, baby?" He asked, lifting the hem of your dress.

You nodded.

His finger dipped into your whole, feeling how wet you are. He grinned at you through a hooded gaze. "Good girl."

He made quick work of lining himself up and thrusting into you. You arched off the wall and into him as your arms flew to grasp onto him. Unable to hold back, you begged him. "Damian, please kiss me–"

His lips were on yours in an instant, silencing a string of uncontrollable moans as he thrust into you over and over again. Despit holding your weight and fucking you for a long time, he never got tired. Rather he sped up, panting against your lips. "Come for me, my perfect girl,"

You nodded absentmindedly, grasping onto him, needing him as close as possible as you whispered. "Please, please..."

He thrust into you hard, both of you moaning into each other as you reached your climax. Your limbs shook even as Damian lowered you and led you to a nearby door, letting you both into a bathroom.

He used a cloth to clean up your pussy, correcting your dress and hair, before adressing his own look. All while you were dazed and coming down from the high. He held your shaking body, kissing your lips and cheeks and forehead, telling you you did a good job. At last he asked, "Are you ready to go make your donation?"

You had nearly forgotten. You turned to him, still disoriented but determined to see your goal through. Glancing at yourself in the mirror, you saw that Damian did a good job of cleaning you up. Other than your flushed face, you wouldn't have been able to guess what you had just done. He offered his hand, and you took it, allowing yourself to be let out.

[pegging-satan]

Hi gang I’m back on my Caleb x Zayne x Sylus college band au

I have decided to make Zayne a literature nerd instead of my original compsci idea (mostly because idk anything abt compsci and I’m too lazy to research but also doesn’t Zayne strike you as someone who would’ve done literature if he didn’t go to med school?) it just suits him better methinks.

And since I love and I mean ADORE Luke and Kieran SO much they’re also making an appearance as Sylus’ cute chaotic baby brothers! Same age difference, he’s 23, they’re 13, and Sylus is their doting older brother and pretty much their parental figure (they don’t have parents :( aww)

Anyways I’m thinking wholesome family dynamics with them WAAAAY later down the line because 1) slooooowwwwww burn 2) Sylus never tells anyone about his personal life, not even Caleb and Zayne despite how close they got but one day he does end up confiding in them and they’re like “Sylus you madman why didn’t you tell us before” and then after school hours they let the twins hang around for band practice and they all bond with each other

Ya know like Caleb teaching Luke how to play the drums or something, Kieran is glued to Zayne for some reason and Sylus just looks at them and he’s like “life is so much easier now, shit. Should’ve done this before” and he realises that sharing your woes does make the burden lighter and they’re all enjoying each other’s company so much too. Sylus gets a break from taking care of those two. Caleb and Zayne are more than happy to babysit them.

And Sylus, the man that he is…. A very overprotective older brother, if you mess with Luke and Kieran you should start running immediately. He’s usually calm smug and level headed until it comes to his babies. This facet of his personality is so very charming to Zayne and Caleb, who absolutely SWOON when they see him taking care of them.

One time some asshole tried messing with the boys. They all saw. Before Zayne and Caleb even processed what happened, Sylus was already there, knocked the guy out cold on the pavement, spat on him and turned away to check on Luke and Kieran who ran into his arms, and he hugged them patting their heads

Zayne and Caleb could only just watch in awe, a little scared, quite endeared and very turned on.

“Lord have mercy, did you see that?”

“Gods, holy shit, I did, I did”

They both speak, eyes glued on Sylus, who catches them staring so shamelessly. He’s completely oblivious to how hot that was. To him, it was just him being him. To them, it seemed like they just witnessed God himself descend from the heavens.

“What” he asks

“Nothing…”

“That was kinda…. Nevermind”

And I’m also thinking of like putting some tender moments in there with Sylus and Luke and Kieran as in idk maybe they have a nightmare or something and Sylus hears his bedroom door open slowly

“What’s the matter?” He asks getting up

“Bad dream?” They both nod. Wordlessly he lifts his blanket and they both crawl in on either side as he put his arms around them

“It’s ok, you’re with me, you’re safe” he says and gently pats their heads reassuringly. And they do feel safe with him. So they drift off soon enough.

SO CUTE AAAAAAAAAA

[violetjedisylveon]

oh~ how about a child Wukong, going to different universes of ur au,

ALL THE INFORMATION ABOUT CHILD!WUKONG

this child Wukong is just innocent and doesn’t have a clue what’s going on, he stutters whenever he thinks he had done something wrong, he loves to eat peaches and draw a lot, discovers about shadows one day when he was locked in, he played with his hands and is always finds a way to make shadow animals or try his best to make a story but of course he fails to make one, he made a friend that’s a shadow that he made up to talk to someone,called ‘Macaque’ and he is the same age as Child!Wukong except only 2 months old.

he was born in a stone and woke up, he is so fluffy and squishy that u can’t even hurt this little sun.

he lives in a rich family but this family is not a welcoming family at all, he was kidnapped and was taught to be proper and clean monkey and to be obidient to their so called ‘parents’ of his, because of old family sold him off and the rich family see this Child!Wukong as a trophy or an object, poor Bebe was being punished or locked in a room to be staying for only 2 weeks long then anything else whenever he makes a mess to help them or become to annoying/nosey, even trying to make a gift, it ends up with him getting yelled at.

child!Wukong still is a cheerful and kind little monkey that doesn’t let this get through with his moment, he will always help out and try to do his best to help and be kind to others. He had to learn how to make food and do stuff all by himself with no help at all, but maybe only one maid that only took pity and helped him make meals and taught him how to be clean and change. (But so later maid was fired that child!Wukong doesn’t know why tho)

Child!Wukong is small, like he is a size of mk hips or Mei, or kinda shorter then bai he, with his fur being curly and soft, his eyes being gold, some scars that was from his parents on his bodies and small scars on his hands are from the knives he had use to cut fruits, and a tiny bruise from one of his eyes, if any of ur lmk au see it, (if anyone tries to ask about it, Wukong will blurt out and tell the truth but will say that it’s okay and he might have deserved that), his clothing choice is a red pants with golden lines and a rainbow line of a sleeve shirt that has a peach on it in the middle.

he has a sunflower hair pin on his kinda long hair, of course, his father say that it’s too girly and he should act like a boy but child!Wukong loves cute things and flowers, so he is a flower boy.

so my friend, what will ur lmk all aus say to this Child!Wukong and react to his story, will they all be kind,angry,pity or maybe hateful towards this Child!Wukong because he is the Wukong every aus sees, but maybe he is not.

(Also sorry about this, u don’t have to answer but maybe u can have fun with it and ur not gonna find out who am I…..😁)

hi @fresastar, how you doing?

(sorry I'm taking long to and the other ask you sent, it's buried in the drafts😅)

First off, Child!Wukong's "family" is dead and they are finding that au's equivalent of Yuze and Chūn (ocs who are either his bio moms or adopted moms in my aus🥰) to get him a proper damn childhood!

He's getting a good and happy family that loves him, and this time his parents don't die!

The initial reaction from almost all of the Wukongs is "oh it's a fresh out of the egg untraumatized me" then once they learn about his "family" it's a "oh it's adorable 🥰 oh it's traumatized😰" moment. King's Game Wukong is just like "what's with this lost child? Why's it look like me?" Child!Wukong is very scared of him, he's got bad vibes.

For Rotten Fruit Wukong it's just "oh it's be after my moms were killed and before I realized nobody gave a shit about me. Hope that goes better for you little guy."

All the Macaques are just like "aww, memories of the good times" and then switch to murder mode when they find out about his family.

Child!Wukong is a sweet, innocent baby, he's literally a Wukong who's done nothing wrong, so it's really hard to not like him.

For Cracked Family, it depends on when in the timeline he's sent.

If it happens when Chao-Xing is between 1-9, it's good, the family just treats him like he's another one of the troops cubs. He gets to play with all the other monkeys and it's a little weird that one of his new friends is his kid, but that's not really something he needs to think very hard about he's just having fun. He's also very happy that he gets a pretty husband in the future!

If it's 1-2 years after that, well he's just landed himself in the middle of what I affectionately call Devil Town Ver. 2 part of the timeline, which is not fun for him to witness because now he sees what could happen to him in the future, things could get really bad, and what if it's inevitable and this bad thing has to happen.

If it's any point after that, it's not fun at all for him, it's really sad, and CF Chao-Xing is telling him to not fuck up as a parent in the future.

That's really the most complicated it gets, he gets to chill and have fun with any kids in all the other aus. And he gets a proper family at the end of it because none of these monkeys are letting him go back to those assholes!

Thanks for asking!

[silyriqence]

“As dense as a Rock”

wrd count: 2457

contents: MAJOR TW MAJOR TW farleigh x fem!reader,, everyone depicted in this fic is over the age of 18, heavy swearing, saltburn spoilers, bullying, slutshaming question mark, 1st & 2nd divider creds : @/elryisia. 3rd line divider creds: @/targaryen-dynasty

a/n: this account has been through so many changes, but it feels good to finally get something out. I loved saltburn and farleigh’s character (archie madekwe). if this gets some love, I’ll write some more!

You’d walked around the estate so many times, you were starting to memorize the layout. You even began to whisper ‘Hi, Mrs. Catton’ every time you walked by her supposed spirit. You really made yourself at home in Saltburn, ever since Felix invited you. You couldn’t really recall what he said when you asked why, but you didn’t care. This summer was supposed to be unlike any other for you. You were far from home, and you needed the getaway. This was just that.

You roamed the halls, examining each historic object. You often had to look around and ensure Duncan wouldn’t sneak up on you. He was known for that, but you couldn’t stand it. It made you feel uneasy, despite the family having been so kind to you upon your arrival. Felix’s mother had taken a liking, you oftentimes helped out his father, and you and Venetia had become attached at the hip it seemed. It was incomparable to your American household. Your life wasn’t horrible, but it was nothing compared to Saltburn. Wearing a dress and heels to play tennis and drink booze was not something you did back home, but you loved the thrill.

You walked about for a few more moments, before noticing the time on the clock. It was near time for dinner and you really wanted to look your best. You recalled receiving a dress from Elspeth. She’d said you looked ravishing in it, but you were most likely zoned out. All you recall is Elspeth having the maids press and tailor it perfectly so that it accentuates your figure.

You traversed the corridors, whistling softly. That was until you felt a rough grab on your arm. You wanted to scream, but only a gasp escaped. An angered hiss accompanied with a hand rushing to cradle your elbow that was impacted by the door frame. At first, you imagined it would’ve been Felix, but it couldn’t have been. Not with eyes like those ones.

He didn’t pay that much attention to you, or so you thought. He towered over you, with a large grin. His hair was slightly covering his eyes, and only for a moment did all the anger leave your body. But only for a moment.

“Look what I caught~”, Farleigh taunted, hooking a finger beneath your chin. You immediately turned your head, maintaining your look of displeasure for his actions. It was difficult, but you managed something of a pissed off expression.

You glanced down at your elbow, and sighed before meeting his gaze again.

“Fucking hell, Farleigh.. What’s your deal?!”, you scowled. Your brows furrowed, but he seemed amused by it. He always did like the little wrinkle between your eyebrows every time he’d piss you off. It was something he seemed to look forward to. Something he enjoyed all too much.

You couldn’t be mad for long, not with that smile. His smile was too cute for you to hate.

“Aww, I’m sorry. Did I scare you?”, and then he looked down at your elbow. He gave an exaggerated pout, and tilted his head. Not to mention that stupid, poked-out lip. Seriously, how stupid and cute could he look at the same time? “Do you want me to kiss your boo boo and make it all better?

The way he spoke reminded you of how your family would talk down to you, or the boys back home would constantly drink a hot cup of condescending bullshit every morning, just to piss you off. Luckily, your tolerance for any of it was little to none.

“How’s about you kiss my ass?”, you snapped quickly. You hadn’t realized just how close he had been until you took a deep breath and inhaled the fresh scent of Egyptian Musk. You didn’t want to be bothered with his shenanigans. Especially not this close to dinner time. “Hell do you want, Farleigh..? I need to get ready for dinner.”

“Don’t be so harsh, Y/N, I just wanted to talk to you. Come. Sit.”, he strides from you to his bed, and gestured for you to sit beside him.

You knew better than to sit anywhere with Farleigh. It seemed like every girl that was simply within 5 steps of Farleigh had either slept with him, made out with him, lined up with him, or all three. You wish you had done two out of the three.

“I’ll stand.”, you spoke while rubbing your elbow. The tingling began to start and you only took a step or two away from the door, leaning on a nearby dresser.

Farleigh stared at you from the bed and glanced out the nearby window, dragging out a sigh. He was silent for a moment, and for that moment, he looked like a guy. A handsome one with even skin, gorgeous hair, a wonderful smile. His voice made your heart skip one too many beats at a time, but it’s his words that always seemed to ruin everything.

“Why are you here, Y/N?”, he asked in a low tone. He turned his attention back to you, with a sort of expectant look, like he was waiting for you to say something specific.

What the fuck was that supposed to mean? What did he mean, why were you here? Because Felix invited you, that’s why! But that’s not his business. Even if he was the reason, what’s it to him? Nevertheless, you glared at him from where you stood.

“That’s not your business.”

“Isn’t it? You befriend my distant cousin and his family, who already see you as a second daughter. You and Ven, painting your nails and walking around the front lawn with your matching see-through nightgowns. And don’t get me started on you helping with Uncle’s work? You are such a suck up, Y/N… I could read you like a bad magazine.”

What a creep.. How hard was he watching you? He must’ve been watching long because you only helped Mr. Catton every other Sunday, and you and Venetia simply related on a deeper level. You were never a smoker, but you started a social habit. Was Farleigh bothered by the fact that you were warming up to his distant family? Was he feeling left out or something?

“So you’re a stalker? What’s next? You wanna drink my fucking bath water, you freak?”

Farleigh was always entertained by getting a reaction out of people, especially you. Your temper was short and easy to tick sometimes, which only made the show better for him. He laughed and crossed his legs, leaning back slightly. His head tilted back and his curled bounced beneath the rays of the lowering sun.

He was seriously laughing about this? Laughing about watching you so attentively that he could notice the material of your nightgowns or realize where you disappeared for like five hours of every other Sunday. You couldn’t deny that you did enjoy the attention. Venetia was right, those dresses did exactly as intended. Venetia saw how you would glance at Farleigh or look for him like a lost puppy in your free time, she was the only person who knew. You made her promise not to tell a soul, but she promised to make sure he noticed you more by the end of the summer. And by the ghost of Felix’s grandmother, he was practically a certified professional. He knew everything.

You hid your smile, and masked it with a look of displeasure. You planned to squeal about it to Venetia that night whilst you and her walked about the front lawn on your matching nightgowns… right below Farleigh’s window.

“Oh, fuck, Y/N… Be real for once! You know exactly what I mean! You’re a fucking suck up and the only reason you’re doing it, is to get to Felix! You’re like every other bitch at Oxford! You want to fuck him, be his new favorite toy, and then try your best to stay with him… Really, you’re pathetic!”

You closed your eyes, trying to process the words he said to you. Suck up. Every other bitch. Fuck Felix… Pathetic?! Either he was high off of his ass or truly needed a rise out of you.

“Did you just call me a slut, you prick?”

“If the shoe fits, honey..”

“Fuck you.”, were the last words you muttered to him before you turned away and left Farleigh’s bedroom, slamming the door behind yourself and quickly going further down the hall, to your bedroom.

You closed the door behind yourself, and sighed. You pressed your forehead against the wooden engravings of the door, and locked it. That was.. tense. Unnecessarily tense, at that. He could always be crass, but out right calling you a slut didn’t seem like his forte. At least, it didn’t seem to be, but what did you know? You just wanted to fuck Felix, right? Farleigh was many things but he wasn’t stupid, there was no way he could’ve been that oblivious to what you’ve been doing…

“Ahem.”, a familiar voice said from your bed. You wondered why it smelled like roses, perfume, and smoke.

“Ah.. Ven, hey. I- uh.. Wha-… Fuck. What are you doing here?”, you asked and pulled your cardigan off, being only left in a bra.

You walked over and sat beside her, whilst she turned and rested her legs atop your lap. You rested your arms over them, and glanced over to which she handed you the lit cigarette in between her sloppily painted nails.

“Well… I was going to ask if you knew what you were gonna wear tonight ‘cuz I wanted to match, but you weren’t here so I thought I’d just wait. What took you?”

You gulped slightly, and sighed whilst allowing the smoke to seep out of your nostrils. You maneuvered the white stick in your hands, while trying to figure out how to word it. He called you a slut? He called you pathetic?

“I.. was in Farleigh’s…”

You blew the smoke from your lips and nose, before handing the cigarette back to her. To which, she laughed and wrapped an arm around you.

“What?! Oh em fuck, tell me everything! Did you guys kiss, make out, make plans for later~?”

You laughed at Venetia’s response, but it had you thinking. You wish that was the case, but it wasn’t. He had everything totally out of line. He believed that you wanted Felix, and you still didn’t have the right mind to just come out and tell him that it was him you wanted… You made a slight face of disappointment and shook your head to which Venetia cooked and held your face comfortingly.

A few seconds later, you hear a small knock at the door.

“Excuse me! Y/N, are you in there? I’ve got your dress pressed out for you!”, a meek voice called out.

It was one of the handmaids. You weren’t really supposed to see her, but you were able to catch her once. When you did, you asked her to be more.. friendly with you. To appear more, and whilst she was hesitant, she did it nonetheless.

“Come in!”, you called back.

She opened the door, to reveal a dark red dress concealed by a plastic dress bag. The small woman opened your closet door and hung it upon a hook that was screwed into the door.

“It’s perfect! Thank yo-“, you started, but before you could finish your sentence, she had scrambled off, and out the door, making you and Venetia giggle.

“What happened then?”

You sighed, before taking and handing back the cigarette.

”He caught me off guard, and pulled me into his room. He said he wanted to talk, but then he asked why I was here! Fuck, Venetia! He said I wanted to fuck Felix! Are you fucking kidding me?! All this just for him to think it was fucking Felix, of all people!”

Venetia snickered and wrapped her arm around you, whilst she hummed, blowing out more of the smoke. The small white paper was stained with her red lip stain.

“Farleigh’s not that aware of… uhhh… cues? He’s dumb, like super socially stupid! I literally do not get what you see in someone who’s that fucking moronic.” Venetia chuckled to which you let out a soft sigh, filled with disappointment.

Venetia got up and planted a small peck on your nose and got up from her place, patting your thigh. “I’ll see you later, Y/N!! Gotta get ready!” She smiled and winked, before leaving your bedroom and closing the door behind her.

You waved and sighed as you sat on the bed, pondering about your conversation with him. You weren’t even really processing anything. You kept going back to his hair, his eyes, his scent, and that stupid playful personality that made you want to kick him, but then pull him right back in for a kiss. You’d have to fangirl later though, dinner was in an hour and a half.

It never took you long to get dressed. You wore light makeup, did your hair, and chose a few golden accessories. Something that would really please Elspeth. Damn, were you actually sucking up to her? You loved gold. You admired the way the shining bracelets adorned your wrist, and smiled. You felt so pretty. But you were starting to prove Farleigh’s point. It was a stupid point, but valid, nonetheless.

You stood in the mirror, adjusting your dress to perfection and ensuring you look just as Elspeth said you would. Ravishing. You touched up your make-up and teased your hair, until it was just as you liked.

“Y/N? Have you dressed? Mr. And Mrs. Catton are awaiting you and young Farleigh.”, a monotone voice of seriousness shot through your doors.

“Yes, Duncan. I’m ready. I’ll be out in just a minute!”

“Very well…”, was said before you hear the sound of sharp steps being made away from your door.

You truly didn’t have much to do before you finally considered yourself ready for dinner. The rule was dress up, which included a small bag for you. So you stuffed lipstick, a powder pallet, a highlighter, and lip gloss into the bag.

A final check was made before you finally went your bedroom door, and you were met with a fine surprise.

“Oh? Was someone happy to see me?”

Your eyes went wide while Farleigh stood there with his fist up, assuming he didn’t even get a chance to knock.

“Shut up, Farleigh. Why aren’t you at dinner? You’ll be late, waiting on me.”, you scowled once more, that little wrinkle he enjoyed seeing becoming prominent.

“Actually, I wanted to walk with you again. After dinner.”

THE END.

[johnnycakesb14de]

PLZ GIVE ME PINYBOY HEADCANONS IM STARVING 🤬🎀

Jesus fucking Christ your so annoying

(I’m kidding)

PONYBOY CURTIS HEADCANNONS

•literally the most awkward boy ever

Mostly because he’s afraid of you judging him and the gang (Dally, Twobit, and Steve)

But when y’all are alone which is rare because Darry is a cockblock he’s so sweet

Like if y’all are in his room with the door open because yet again Darry he’s so sweet and just showers you with complements

If you weren’t friends with the gang before y’all started dating it wouldn’t be as bad

I imagine you didn’t meet them all at once it went in this order

Johnny and Dally at the same time because their a trio

Twobit

Soda and Steve (yall stoped by the DX for some sodas)

Then Darry

Darry last because pony and him have beef ever other day

But they all liked you

Execpt Steve. He hates kids. Don’t take it personally

The second y’all went to his room and you slightly shut his door a little too much

Darry was there

“Keep this open I don’t want nuthin’ goin’ awn in ‘ere”

(PLEASE HEAR THE ACCENT)

But if you were already friends with the gang it would be so bad😭

No matter what

“Aww look ponyboy is ponyman now”

“Shut up Twobit”

Would still be the same with the door rule

But in the rare time ponyboy invites you over when no one’s there to get a little crazy (y’all makeout nothing crazy)

Someone walks in

It’s usually Soda

He won’t tell though because he thinks Darry will be over dramatic and he also doesn’t care

One of those times Darry probably would’ve came home early and walked in

“Hey pony I’m back ear- EXCUSE ME?!”

It did not end well he yelled at both of you

He made you leave and told pony it’s inappropriate for him to be doing it at that age

Soda being the babe he is stood up for y’all

“Is it really that bad?”

After a while y’all were fine though

No sleepovers though that’s crossing a unspoken line

I’ve seen people say Johnny would be jealous but I honestly don’t think he’d give a fuck

Like that poor guy has been traumatized since Sylvia hit on him and hasn’t thought of dating since

Dally would have yet another kid to take along with him

Y’all go to the movies “alone” a lot

Twobit comes along and bothers you

That’s all byeee

[hils79]

Hils Watches Lovely Runner - Ep 15

Wait, what? She was totally fine at the end of the last episode

Ah, it's so he can be the hero and carry her to safety. Where did this crowd come from, though? The amusement park was deserted when they got on the ferris wheel

Of course he took her to his place instead of the hospital. Not sure where the IV came from though.

Aww it's a reversal of the time he was passed out in her brother's bed and grabbed hold of her hand

Good old drama medicine. One IV and some sleep and you're totally fine the next day

See! She's asking the same questions as me. This is why I love her.

Oh well that explains the IV

Is he seriously going to suggest that to thank him for 'saving her life' she should let him be in her movie?

Wait, they didn't immediately claim their prize money???

Look at him sitting in his car rehearsing what to say like a nerd (affectionate)

How does an only child who has no kids of his own know so much about how to take care of a baby, but Im Sol who has multiple neices and nephews has no clue?

Ehehe! That's what you get for being so smug about your childcare abilities

Oh hello

Aww and this is like the time he made her hide in his closet. Everything is in reverse in this timeline.

I feel like I recognise those posters behind him but not sure what they are

Oh sweetie...

You know, 15 episodes in and he still really looks like someone I know but I can't put my finger on who. I think maybe it's an amalgam of a few different idols. Like a bit of Jin and a bit of Taemin

I love that the two of them are literally idols and Inhyuk is like 'remember that super hot and popular boy we went to school with'

Ooh he's having flashbacks again. I'm curious which version of events he's remembering. Because she travelled back 3 times and changed different things each time before the 4th time where she made it so that they never met

I mean I have no idea how much houses cost in Korea but even if you blow it all on a house you still have your incomes and no mortgage or rent to pay

LMAO the reason they got such a low prize (it's just over £200k for me) is because he got drunk and told everyone in line the numbers so 50 people won the jackpot

Dude as been begging to do this movie for ages and as soon as he signs on he immediately wants to change the ending. Like I know we, as the audience, understand why. But to anyone else this just makes him look like a diva

Oh no it's sad Jongho song time

Poor Im Sol. Two confessions in one day. One from a person she can't be with, and one from a person she doesn't want to be with

Ooh is he starting to remember the previous timelines too?

Okay, I love this idea. I'm getting all emotional.

Aww he wrote the song about her again even though he doesn't have the experience of meeting her in the rain. Because his memories are part of his soul.

6 years for attempted murder seems very low. Now I'm looking up the average sentence time for attempted murder and I'm probably on some sort of watch list now. Obv I don't know what it's like in Korea but in the UK you would only get 6 years if it was something like self-defence

Well that was very dramatic. I was so invested in what was happening I forgot to pause and liveblog

Ah, he does remember everything. All versions of events. Well, no wonder he fainted. That's a lot to take in.

[theprinceofliones]

Omg your headcanon for Lancelot are great! I also got a headcanon for Lancelot....😗....he likes kissing Percival on his forehead when nobody is looking...😚🤭 got some more headcanons for Lancelot or any other character?

Aww thank you hun!!! And yes! I have a ton of more headcanons for other characters! Mainly for Meliodas, Ban, Elizabeth, and Elaine hehe

One more Lancelot headcanon tho that I forgot to mention, something that's kind of au-like but, since he was stuck with the Lady of the Lake for so long, he considers her like a mother almost. She was the one who was with him the entire time he was stuck wherever he was. Of course, had Master Jericho, but Lady of the Lake, /Mother/, was by his side, in his mind, whispering words of comfort in his ear and running her hidden fingers through his hair when he needed reassuring. She was a rock he didn't know he needed. But, she's also the reason for everything he hates about himself. It's why he avoids Benwick, why he doesn't come home. He can't face his mother---his /real/ mother, how could he, when he replaced her so easily?

Very much Stockholm syndromey for sure with the whole Lady of the Lake situation. He feels like he needs her even though she was the one keeping him trapped. He needs her like he needs a limb, but at the same time, he feels like he could make do with never seeing her again because he hates her for taking away those years he could've had with his parents, his uncles, his aunties, with /Tristan/---

But, that's a story for another day...

MELIODAS HEADCANONS HEHEHEHE

Meliodas is a VERY overprotective father. It might not seem like it at first, but he's extremely careful and watchful of his son. That's his baby. The one thing he's been waiting for for nearly three thousand years, the thing that brings him and Elizabeth eternal joy and happiness, the one thing that makes all of their suffering worth it.

When Tristan is born, Meliodas is like "dude I hit the jackpot first TRY" because holy shit THAT'S ELIZABETH REBORN...AGAIN! It's why they stopped at one---they don't need to try again bECAUSE HE ALREADY WON AHAHAHA

(Ban and Meliodas are like sobbing for joy together because they BOTH won man. Sons that look just like their mothers first, TRY. A millennia in purgatory was all worth it for THEM)

He's TERRIFIED of the thought of Tristan training with real weapons when he's a toddler though. Elizabeth is all for it, saying that he'd be fine and they'd be right there if anything happened. She was always willing to let Tristan have the freedom they never did---but Meliodas was biting his knuckles bloody because what if his little boy gets HURT??? Goddess healing or not, his precious boy would still be in pain!!!

Like I said, VERRYYYY overprotective but slowly tries to learn to let go and let his son be his own, although as Tristan grows up, he mistakes his father's overprotectiveness for disappointment and doubt in his own child. But, Tristan couldn't be more wrong...

Hehe onto Elizabeth!

She is a boy mom. A boy. Mom. Not them toxic boy moms, a BOY MOM. She dresses her son up in pretty little outfits when he's a newborn through his toddler ages, almost like a cute tiny doll. He has two entire wardrobes filled with frilly dresses and adorable little fluffy blouses by the time he's four. She braids his hair, lets it grow long and longer still. Ties his silver locks into ponytails, or buns, and even puts little accessories on his head here and there. Tristan surprises her with how much he seems to love it---or maybe it's because his mother's attention is solely focused on him.

SHE IS THE QUEEN OF BRITANNIA! I'm sorry but making Meliodas King makes absolutely no sense to me...probably bc I'm a hardcore ASOIAF fan so seeing a daughter who is technically in line for throne get cast aside by a random male protagonist with no claim whatsoever makes me lose my mind lmfao. BUT SHE IS THE QUEEN! She handles diplomatic and domestic issues all throughout the kingdom meanwhile Meliodas is in charge of the military, trade routes, training Holy Knights, and other little things that the Queen doesn't need to be involved with.

She acts more like the Elizabeth we meet at the beginning of the series, a little more reserved and a little shyer but she will stand her ground and be the Queen her kingdom needs when the time calls for it.

Nakaba, I like you sometimes and all, but that god awful, horrible, eye traumatizing DRESS you put that beautiful woman in is a crime against women. I WON'T STAND FOR IT! Elizabeth wears the most REGAL ELEGANT gowns. Thinking more of victorian and medieval fashion slapped together with some Targaryen fashion sprinkled in as well. She WILL be dressed beautifully with a silver band that wraps around her head with little jewels and crystals hanging from it. Meliodas has a gold band with a single gem, indicating his status as the Prince-Consort to the Queen, and then Tristan has a silver band like his mother with sapphires and pearls, indicating HIS status as the Crown Prince of Britannia and biological relation to the Queen of Britannia.

Oh, final thing. BAN, MELIODAS, ELIZABETH, AND ELAINE HAVE ALL HAD A FOURSOME AT LEAST ONCE I DON'T MAKE THE RULES I'M MERELY A PAWN IN NAKABA'S GAME

okay okay I'm so sorry I went on a tangent BUT I HOPE YOU ENJOYED! I love answering asks so keep them coming! Feel free to ask about Half Light as well! I'd love to chat about it!

[themulitipurposechannel]

Hello!

I LOVE your story!!! CJ having healing Ninpo is so genius and it’s making my brain run wild with possibilities!

Are there any tidbits you’d like to share about the au? Also could you possibly explain what happened with CJ aging due to Ninpo (in the latest update)?

(No need to answer any of the questions if you do not want to)

AWESOME COMIC, AWESOME STORY, AWESOME ART!!! I can’t wait to see more!!!

Hope you have a great day ^-^

BDJDHDHDHDHD Aww dude stop you have no idea how happy this makes me 😭 I’m so so so happy you love my au!! 💗💗💗 I love the concept of Casey with healing powers! He’s has a temper but I still think suits him so well given how protective he is as a person ahah!! And I’m so glad there are ppl out there who agree with me too! But Hehe yesss join me join me in my healer!Cj brain worms hehehe

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Hmm since you asked bout the aging(and that’s a little complicated) I’ll answer that first. So I can’t go into too much detail cuz that will spoilers for a comic and some other art that will explain everything! ..Maybe😂 But I will say this. Cj unlocked his Ninpo when he was 10 he was fine, he was aging normally. Till a certain incident happened when he was 11 and well.. we all know what happened next, freshly baked trauma and he aged a couple years forward overnight plus some extra long term injuries (that I will go into later).

The good news is that as long as he doesn’t push himself like that again he will be aging mostly linearly again? But the damage has alr been done 😅. But anyways, after the incident, he never pushed himself like that again. One, cuz the Hamato fam would never allow it and Two, cuz the recovery period is so long/bad (cuz Cj is no master and worse he’s a literal child unlike Mikey who was in his early 20s when the cursed Aging started) no one can afford for him to be knocked out of commission like that again. It makes him wayy too vulnerable.

Post-incident, at his worst he has only aged a few days forward but cuz that’s so small no one except Master Michelangelo (cuz he’s a mystic master and cuz he’s also in the same boat) can tell the difference. Plus it’s so negligible it doesn’t technically matter.

But long story short, pulling himself tgt from that incident physically and mentally took loooonnng time haha. But as you can see even now it still leaves its scars haha and probably always will.

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As for any other tidbits? Oh gosh where do I start ? Ahh there is just so much to say! Ok update wise I’m actually working a PMV for Healer!Cj so if I go quiet for a while that’s why. Idk how long it’s gonna take but I’m excited to show some sneak peaks along the way lol. This is my first time doing something like this so here’s to hoping it goes well!

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Lore wise: although Cj does have a subway car in the lair. Once he gets more settled in he actually bounces around quite a bit. Boy was not meant to stay in one place for too long. While he does spent most of the week at the lair cuz the underground is familiar too him, he will spend 3-4 days crashing on the couch at April/Casey’s apartment. And on a rare blue moon he’ll give Draxum a heart attack 😂 by breaking into his apartment and sleeping on that old man’s couch. After a while it becomes their own little inside joke 😂. Draxum tries Cj-proof his apartment using mystic or otherwise and Cj makes it a point to still try and sneak in.

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And the surprise of no one. In this Au, Uncle Mi is Cj’s favourite uncle. Sometimes second pesudo dad. But mostly on accident by a very sleep deprived Cj.

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I have plans for P!Casey to eventually develop Ninpo a few years down the line. But I can’t think of any powers for her so if ya’ll got any suggestions pls fire away.

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And oh P!Leo is gonna permanently need a leg brace. Sometimes on rlly rlly bad days, he will need to use a crutch (not that he ever does cuz he’s wayy to stubborn) but you get the picture.

Raph’s eye is permanently gone, Donnie and his shell will heal but bro will have chronic back pain for life plus certain parts of his shell where the tendrils dug into the thickest are now numb cuz ya know, nerve damage from being literally ripped out the technodrone. Mikey will need to wear compression gloves but his shaking gets significantly better over time. So he draw but he still needs to every two months or so he can get pretty bad flareups which are jsut Oof.

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Good news is April is fine aside from a broken arm during the invasion that will heal. Splinter was surprisingly not that badly injured just a few pulled muscles here and there. And Cj is Obvi fine too aside from a minor concussion that he got prior to time traveling. Which to him was basically nothing. The reactions by everyone else was hilarious and a major culture shock for Cj. Turns out his apocalypse pain scale was drastically different to their normal not apocalypse pain scale.

It was hilarious the gang were like: “you’ve running around taking care of us a lot. Are you good?”

Cj: “yup all fine. Just a few bumps and scrapes”

8 Hours later..

Cj: “It looks like everyone’s settled? Great. I’ll go grab painkillers for my concussion now.”

Them: “I THOUGHT YOU SAID YOU WERE GOOD!?”

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Long story short no one escaped the failed invasion unscathed :’D but also whoops sorry for the long ramble 😅 this kidna got away for me 😂

[cinder-rose]

Ugly Beautiful Reread: chapter fourteen

explicit constant ahead

(this chapter is the reason I'd love a chapter breakdown of hits on the stats page!)

Ahahahaha. You know when you've been working too hard and then you have an experience that reminds you what being alive is supposed to be like? That's what I was going for.

😏😏

You don't want to know how long I spent deciding what scent of cleaning products the housekeeping staff at this hotel should use. I was going for the gay connotation. This is why writing takes so long.

Bojan always taking care of his bottoms! And I was so proud of this stupid language joke.

I had this mental image in my head for ages before being able to write it

Aww I'd forgotten about this part 😍😍

He would learn his last name if they ever married 🤣🤣🤣 for real though, this is my favourite part of slow-burn-emotion-fast-burn-sex fics.

Little pauses in between the heat... I dunno, of course it's a fantasy but I do like smut to feel real like this. It's not all passion and intensity and being desperate to cum, it's these little moments of catching your breath and appreciating where you are. I love this

Fuck you guys, feet are sexy

Also never seen this in smut (maybe I just don't read enough). It's the intimacy of it that's hot.

He doesn't say that to all the boys, Jere! You're special! He loves you!

🥵🥵🥵

I wrestled with this for a while. I personally hate condoms and much prefer to ignore them in fic. But... a part of me was still concerned about writing responsible sex for a young fandom (obv this was not an issue by the time kinktober rolled around). But mostly, it gives them room to grow! They needed condoms here so that they can NOT use them later and have it mean something important.

MORE. APPRECIATION. FOR. THE. SKIN. UNDERNEATH. BALLS.

Does anyone else need this? Closeness so you can cum with him in your arms instead of between your legs?

I WISH I could remember which fic it was that I first read "his pleasure" being used as a euphemism for cum but now I use it all the time.

and a million miles from after fucking Eljas. Also - orgasm does not mean the end of sex! We just need a little recovery time in between haha there is always so much focus on an orgasm as the climax of sex but we're just playing!

It's not like that time in the park at all.

I don't even know if this word makes sense in this context, but I thought it was cute. Also, dicks do not have to be hard all the time. He's still feeling good.

The whole "working your way up to three fingers before using cock" thing is actually one of my pet peeves in smut. Maybe I've been doing it wrong, but that is not how I do anal at all.

Achievement unlocked: used the word "squelched" in smut

Just a little headcannon I have.

This is so cliche. It reads well but it's so overdone I'd probably take it out if I rewrote this.

As if there was any way these boys could make it through sex without making terrible jokes and falling apart laughing

There has never been a more "BoJere" line written in the history of fic.

He wants to be marked! MARK HIM

Oh my, is it hot in here 🥵

Aww Bojan wants them to come together

Jere still doesn't know if this will ever happen again 🥺🥺

Same, Jere. Same.

[daizzypop]

Its cold outside , take this 🧥 - Demon Slayer Scenarios with GN Reader! 💫 🍃🌊

SANEMI 🍃:

Autumn already? U don't believe it, guess time passes really past these days. U grab bag in a hurry while still chewing your toast. Your late, of course you had to stay up all night playing Mario kart with Mitsuri and now you're waking up at 10, already an hour late! Okay maybe it's not that bad , at least it was with Mitsuri, but oh boy Sanemi was going to kill you for being late, you guys have a project to present for goodness sake!

"Run dang it! Maybe he's still getting out of bed, after all it's a Monday who wouldn't be tired! " You mutter to yourself, "Besides I'm sure he'll understand! It was a Sunday night and-" "And what better to do on a Sunday night than spend time with lovely friends all night playing Mario Kart, cut the crap already" Oh boy. Sanemi stands in front of you , you too currently outside of the main building, "What took you so long! Do you have any idea how worried I was!?" Sanemi half yells at you, not angry but rather more annoyed. "Aww you were worried for me?" You say in an overly sweet voice, trying to play it cool but that only seems to make Sanemi more annoyed, one eye twitching. "Tch. Like I was, whatever I don't even care, we are already late for the presentation thanks to you - his eyes narrow at you - so we might as well take it easy, let's just walk there no need to run" he says, already turning around to walk away so you hurry up to him, walking by his side. An awkward silence sits between you guys as you walk. You suddenly feel a shiver , dang it's cold. "Don't tell me u forgot my coat! " You curse yourself, if only you'd slept earlier. Gosh , you don't how you'll make it all the way to school in this state, you'd be a frozen cube before getting there. You suddenly feel something being thrown at you, a coat,.... Sanemi's coat. You look over at him,"Before you say anything with that annoying mouth of yours, I know you're cold, your teeth are clattering, your whole body is shaking, its annoying..so take this, it's cold outside"He says, despite his mean tone and words , his face holds a worried expression. Your eyes soften up, Sanemi is a meanie without a doubt but he's still a softie at heart , you smile at him giving him a hug as you walk side by side in a more comfortable silence.

GIYUU 🌊:

You walk towards the shop in a hurry, it's so cold you could literally freeze to death any second, god sometimes mother nature can be crueler than death. You finally make it inside, thank God you guys have AC in here, now you can finally start your shift. You put hair aside as you put on your worker apron, hopefully today won't be busy.

Lord have mercy on your poor soul. A Karen came into the shop you work at and of course had to make your life more miserable, claiming you got her order wrong, that you did this and put that into her coffee, you don't know how much longer you can hold back on grabbing a chair and throwing it at her.

Suddenly a hand grabbed the Karen's shoulder , making her turn around to face the person. Deep blue eyes looked you before staring at her, before a deep monotone voice spoke up. "Would you mind movinga already, you've been here for more than an hour and you're holding up a line, so if you got issues then leave if not then shut up, drink your coffee and leave" Those same blue eyes narrowed at the woman causing her to shiver in dear as she slowly backed away , exiting the building. Your eyes in shock as you sign in relief and turn to your knight in shining armor. Oh Lord he was handsome! His deep blue eyes that always invited you to stare, his long back hair , tied into a ponytail , his deep monotone, you could go on but that same monotone voice interrupted your thoughts. "Are you going keep staring or?" You shake your head in a hurry, "Oh sorry my mind! Thank you for getting kid of that woman, gosh I was this close to throwing a chair at her! Anyways what would u like?" He hums in agreement, "maybe you should have thrown that chair, anyway I'll take a black coffee only a little bit of sugar please" he says, turning to sit down at a lonely table. You nod , submitting the order before eventually delivering it, the days' gotten better cause of him, and you couldn't thank him enough!

However you noticed he didn't leave even after drinking his coffee, maybe he was waiting for someone, but yet as you began shutting down the store, he didn't leave , not until you grabbed your bag and went outside he took went out. "Oh hey ! You stayed there for a quite awhile, were you waiting for someone?" You ask with curiosity. "Not exactly, I was finishing up an essay to finish up urgently and I didn't have time to get home so I stayed there, I hope that's okay." He explained pointing to his bag on his back. "Oh that's fine! I understand, gosh I just wish I had more time though" You say, the man chuckles a little bit before nodding ina agreement. You suddenly start shivering, you really should have brought a coat! You were lost in your thoughts until you felt something wrapped around you, a coat.."I noticed your shivering so take this, it's cold outside right now" You looked at him with shock before smiling warmly, "Thank you so much, really , your very kind...?" "It's Giyuu and I suppose you are (Y/N), I saw on your name tag" "Yep that's me!* You laugh a bit as he walks with you side by side, smiling as you walk.

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Thank you for reading! This is my first fic on Tumblr, if I have time maybe I'll post a part two with more characters or post another fic. I might not post a lot of ve super active but I hope to be active at least once or twice a week :) ♥️

Tashio Secrets with DaizzyPop:

Sanemi and You made a presentation about dogs , while you guys were working on it he began randomly stating dog facts and about the dogs he had, so you joined in naturally and had fun. Also even though you guys were late the professor liked Sanemi's fun facts so he still passed you guys.

Giyuu let you keep his jacket and even gave a 20 dollar tip, soon he became a regular customers and began helping you by chasing away Karen's or bad customers even giving them a lecture. In return you'd help Giyuu with his social skills and sometimes make him free coffee

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[catohphm]

Weekend With The Grays Day 5 Prompt - Archery

Evening all! This is another addition of mine for @endlessly-cursed's fun Weekend With The Grays event for Hogwarts Legacy, who I thank for hosting it. Prim is her OC, while Malcolm who is mentioned here, is @gaygryffindorgal's OC. Bella belongs to @mjs-oc-corner.

Little Danny growing up in West Virginia pretended he was Robin Hood while playing in the woods with his brother. The only thing he wished he had then was a bow and some arrows. It was perhaps for the best then given his age. They weren’t toys, and the risk of them getting hurt with them wasn’t worth it. Such times were well gone eventually. As teenagers they matured and learned how to channel and control their magical strength. It paralleled their growth as people.

The dreams Danny had as a little boy came true when he was an older kid studying at Hogwarts. He got to learn the art of the bow and arrow in his time at Winbourne. The good eye he had for croquet also made its presence on the range. His shot was sharp and he ended up in close competition with others in the sport. Danny also practiced on his own during his stays. He enjoyed the feeling of lining up the arrow and letting it fly.

A bow was a simple but versatile device with much of a place in place as it was in war. Armies all over favored the weapon until gunpowder and firearms became advanced and affordable to the masses. Yet as a weapon originating from primitive times, the bow remained a common sight in various places around the globe. Within the magical world, the bow kept its place in groups such as the centaurs and the sport of archery.

This year’s Christmas holiday at the estate, Danny would get to shoot some arrows once again. Lady Prim and Lord Malcolm were setting up a range of bullseye targets for their guests. Bird hunting was also a pastime at estates far and wide, but considerations for her condition encouraged a time-honored classic from millennia. People were to be firing a single quiver of arrows in volley. One quiver per each round. The extent of each shooter’s skill and practice would be visible by the end of the contest.

Danny and Bella chatted for a little before the range was ready. 

“I've been really looking forward to this, Bella.”

“How so? Is it because of those Robin Hood you had when you were as small as a baby mooncalf?” she asked in a lighthearted tone.

“What?” he quipped as he giggled “I've gotten leagues above that. I just love shooting a bow now.”

“I know you like to be humble somewhat, but you can speak your mind to me. My ears’ open. I ain't gonna judge my Danny on that.”

“Neither you don’t need to worry about any of that from me.” he said in response.

Bella was satisfied. “Great answer, my love. So, what's one of those memories you were thinking about.”

Danny looked up before he spoke. “I even had a hat like what Robin Hood wore in the old story books. Sadly, it was windy that day and, well the wind swept it off my head.”

Curiosity peaked, Bella raised her eyebrows. “Did you ever get your hat back?”

“No. The hat disappeared into the trees. I went with my brother to look for it but he told me to let it go and led me back out.”

“Aww, that must've been terrible when you were younger.”

“It was. The hat I think was handmade too. I stopped playing as if I was Robin Hood for a little while after that.”

Bella thought of something. “Well now, Danny, about that. Perhaps we can make new memories. It's easy to think so, but I feel it's more worthwhile to leave the past where it is and follow new opportunities.”

“So we're on the same hill.” A horn went off just as he finished.

“I think they're ready now. Can't wait to see what you can do with a bow and bundle of arrows.” Bella told her love with some excitement as they left for the range.”

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The last round of the archery contest was nearing it's end. Danny was on his last shot. He readied the arrow and pulled back the arrow. “Last one better land it too.” he muttered before he took a deep breath, aimed, and let it fly.

It jumped off the string as it rebounded and pierced the winter air at high momentum before disappearing among the cluster of arrows in the target. Everyone went to inspect their targets after the round concluded. Bella joined Danny at his target. 

“You seem to have it on point, they're all around the bullseye. And wait… you got one right in the center.”

“Oh? That must've been my last arrow. Getting a total bullseye only seemed like a dream. I never thought much of it, I mean.”

Bella approached and complimented Danny as she kissed him on the cheek. “That was amazing still, and deserves some recognition.”

“Thanks so much, dear.”

Prim then walked up to see how well he did as she was inspecting the results of each of the guests.

“Congratulations on making it right in the middle, Danny. That doesn't happen a lot.” she praised.

“It's much appreciated, my lady.” I may have a lot of practice but there was still luck in there too.”

“You can still take some pride in it. You're still a good shot, no matter what. Luck alone couldn't pull that off.” she told him.

“In another way of speaking, you're right on the mark like your childhood hero, Robin Hood. Need proof? We have right it here. You can hang your hat on it.” she laughed. They all happily agreed.

[antispiralz]

Soko Leipzig S25E18 - 25 liveblogging

Hautnah

aw rettig being helpful <3 oh no what's going on with kim. aww and moritz offering to talk XDDD 'aber ich hab nich so gern was im ohr' 'ja das leben ist kein wunschkonzert' xD sheesh xD what the fuck eva also I love how they were like 'he can write his answers down' and then.. they don't let him?? xDD are written statements not legal? like they even SEE him writing it god, moritz undressing to the jokey sexy music xD very hot unfortunately also his little stupid woven ankle bracelets <333 also the music cutting out when kim dumps the blanket on him, every fun choice xD then followed by the weird editing of both time lines in the same scene like that's one step above sherlock imagining god and moritz' fucking kettchen <33 grosse liebe also I'm so confused about kim and moritz relationship status. is soko saying they have definitenly fucked or not? like what was the 'I haven't dreamed about you in underwear yet' ?? just noticed how frequently birthday parties are a part of soko xD

Gut und Böse

what the fuck was this cgi air shot ugh moritz ugly Hausmeister coat again another actor's face I maybe recognize? jan :D lotte doing bad shit xDD ina being great ersatz-mum <3 bahaha the fucking interrupted breakfast scene. WHY is everyone so bad at planning ;-; aaah her saying she doesn't have nightmares at ina's place lmao what a fuckass guy. he'd be a horror to have as teacher xD XDDD help. why is everyone in this fucking house a weirdo? bahaha the girl almost flirting with jan. same girlie lmao what the fuck is happening also wtf was that ending?? but hey, episode name drop

Gas, Wasser, Lügen

bahahah emo!lotte? xD lotte: killing spree :D holy FUCK that dude is hot (also probably a teenager so yknow) but goD DAMN and moritz just bailing xD 'sie insziniert ihren eigenen digitalen tod' rettig was laberst du 'die kleine maus hat ihre freundin gestern so hart geschlagen dass sie von der schule geflogen ist' xD 'gloomy funday' ? whats the bands name?? xD (looked up the band guy's actor and my god his casting photos have some with a disturbing moustache. thank god he doesn't have that here) ...is their band room but the banner on stage says Rude Sisters? xD lmao lotte's black wig looks terrible. what was the choice of leaving blonde hairs out?? bahaha kink shaming the dead guy. how dare someone likes to be spanked by their secretary (it was belts but I can't remember the correct word) german dirty talk is vile though aww the girls' hug <3

Schwarz ist alle Farben

aww, goth meet episode. ARE WE GONNA GET UNDERCOVER GOTH WORK? please someone put moritz in an outfit wait I remember the behind the scenes photos of this. jan is in an outfit, right? xD AAAAH goth lotte and jojo <33 JDKJASJAHFAJKDAS jan: 'wOWw, das sieht ja richtig gut aus' jojo: 'yess 🤘" I love them I assume the author dies song choice fucks once again (Madrugada - Step Into This Room and Dance for Me) middle-age lesbian goths? <33 nooo don't murder her xD ..that looks like an abandoned version of the hall where we first meet moritz xD XDDDD kim puttinng a dragon ring on moritz finger and him just going 'ja, ich will' baby boy <3333 AAAH AND THEY HUG in the wide shot I know some people hate kim/moritz but like. they're adorable and I do like them together asdlökasdöl 'ich bin im internet falsch abgebogen' 'forum für real life vampire' amazing sajdoaisdioajsdoasji the little moment of jan showing off lotte's photo also. there's A DOOR??? directly into their office?? how have I never noticed that gott moritz, button up your shirt you fucking slut (lovingly) huuurugh und dann noch mit holster? kriminell 'helikopter daddy' ahja jan. dalkjsdjaldjdaslk shout out an die statisten 'wo waren sie gestern abend?' 'in der küche.' 'gibt es dafür zeugen?' 'ja. muffins' xDDD aww lotte making new friends <3 and now some Cure? ina defending lotte's new found joy of goth <3 AND INA WAS AT THE FESTIVAL in her youth AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH JANNNNNNNN ASKING IF IT'S INA'S CORSET HOly shit dude lmao what? you're comparing your mom having cancer to your gf letting herself get cut a bit consensually? boah jojo was fürn geiles outfit more good music <3 ...she has a whole ass fan in her hair? xD AAAAAH moritz move with carressing kim's head? woof my god another fucking banger playing in the background bahahah them going cinderella with the fucking ring 'du bist doch nichts weiteres als ne alte frau mit problemen' lmao rude alright. the first time of jan asking about the corset was kinda cute. the second one? no xD

Sunny

.....I feel like we've been at this house as filming location before also du nennst n kind in deutschland Sunny? love how it starts with 'das könnte ne morddrohung sein'. because yeah, why is the mordkommisariat doing a child abduction moritz back in the dark grey hoodie <33 lmao the Statistik line. totally smth a cop would say moritz yelling around <3 was trinken die fürn undefiniertes gesöff? xD I love how all the employees went to work, started working and then left once they saw their boss. as if that changed anything xDD once again, what is happening what thw FUCK is that cage built that whole thing for a kidnapping of less than a day? love how much moritz gets to yell around

Hasch mich

..what a title the opening is rlly just like that guy's very bad, no good day xD 'was fürn lappen du bist. du lappen' XDD get better curse words JEEEEEESUS what the fuck is this episode lmao. yeah google how to get rid of a body and the most intriguing one is 'vergraben'? really?? xD a very interesting version of House of the Rising Sun don't you love it when two criminals are kind of stupid? what a strange episode

Blutlinie

nice, opening with Je Ne Regrette Rien and a murder as one does rico? AYOOOO POLY POLY POLY do ittttt XDDDDD 'ich habe einen mord begangen!' 'das sieht man' poor rettig with his cute pastel helmet <33 'wo ist denn die leiche?' 'wird gerade gesucht' '..das heisst die leiche ist vielleicht noch keine leiche' wasn dialog xD 'wir haben relativ viel blut aber relativ wenig körper' xDD kim is really is a lucky girl xD lottery and then inheriting a house from a woman that didn't like her ina shipping her disaster poly teammates!! 'kann das jemand bezeugen?' 'ja mein verfickter teddybär' they all got jokes huh xD hübsches oufit moritz I'm so confused about their relationship xD hiii dancing kim, long time no see aww having her head on his lap XDDDD poor rettig and all the shit he has to deal with XD 'ich habe sie gehasst' 'warum' 'weil sie geboren wurde' alllrightyyy oh that's her brother. how did I miss that xD 'meinst du kriegst n eigenes [zimmer]?' aaah them THEEEMMMMMMMMM 'du machst den garten, ich die kinder' moritz babY xD wie kim's grösster horror ist spiessig zu sein xD alter du hast so ne unmenge geld gewonnen aww the son stop trying to hug your fucking son that doesn't want to hug you.... and I'm glad they didn't just write him suddendly accepting it.

Namasté

haha sabine. love you bahaha kim xD ??????? holy shit? moritz ya little shit xDD bahahahahahaha the invitation to a craft beer festival? 'mit leute treffen, trinken, übernachten' one of the JVA cops is very hot I also like the other one's grey streaks in his hair lmao kim's characterization seems so wild bogenschiessen?? geil xD fuck yoga retreat, das ist super xD uuuuuuugh that guy? and one of the first things out of his mouth is 'eier kraulen' ? fuck off xD dialogue jail thank you very much ("wenn ich nicht kacken kann, geh ich rauchen." "ja, das erklärt ihre ungesunde gesichtsfarbe") RETTIG!!! scolding him for smoking! with the maimai finger!! xD oh yeah I forgot that rettig can read lips xD dundunDUUUUUUNNNNNNNNN thank you for the flashback, I didn't fully remember 'das gebiet ist so gross wie der arsch von meiner oma' this guy is just FULL of one-liners huh kim armed with the fucking bow <3 bahahahahaa the guy playing a mobile game dfjsdasjlkfj holy shit my guy unfortunately, very hot aww team ausflug <3 süss

[castlebyersafterdark]

The only thing stopping me is money and time.

So to me the idea of wealth and fame is a magical concept because of the potential to do everything and go everywhere it offers.

But I guess many feel the exact opposite, where the answer is, “No, having the theoretical opportunity to do everything doesn’t mean you should.

hmmm... to this anon, i think it's not always wise to say can=should about everything because it depends on who gets hurt lol. but about travel, which is pretty much innocuous under this context, i wonder too about finn because i remember him saying noah is always travelling! i think for me... i have nothing near that level of opportunity and money, but ive been lucky to have lived my life so far at different levels of privilege (for want of a better word) depending on circumstance - for example ive been dirt poor, ive also become friends with People In High Places through jobs, and all the in betweens, and i gotta say that the opportunity to do Fancy Things did not always equal enjoyment.

finn doesnt like flying (i vaguely remember he mentioned it in a s3 interview once) and may be more ok with it now, but im gonna guess thats a big reason he doesnt like longhaul travel. but even without those concerns, if you dont have the right people with you to make it fun (maybe friends dont wanna go, dont have time or means), or for reasons like anxiety or mental health or even just where youre at in your life, experiences youve always thought would be great can turn out to be bad, or even just... indifferent. plain. meh. i mean, noah seems to travel a lot with his parents and fam. maybe finn's parents aren't free so often like noah's perhaps.

i remember finn also saying in a panel last year that he used to forward-project about so much of his life, anxiiously imagining finely detailed scenarios about his life at certain ages etc. and that kind of expectation will also make the actual anticipated experience disappointing, cos how often can reality ever live up to fantasy?

i love trying new things so the act of trying/travelling/experience can itself be a thrill for me, even if the experience itself isnt great. you mentioned sex, so i would say a threesome is a classic example of things many people dont actually enjoy in the act, and end up realising they preferred the fantasy of. you get to decide whether its worth trying though! finn doesnt strike me as a thrill seeker so maybe new endeavours don't appeal to him for the sake of trying it, as they might do to noah.

sorry for le essayyyyyyyyy

I love when yall write me essays!!! Very insightful, a different perspective.

I think I had an experience somewhat of the same vein, falling into a lucky job immediately out of school. While others thrived, the travel aspect was not as enjoyable as others may have found the opportunity. Good experiences, bad experiences. It's so personal, the trajectory of a life. Very relatable, what you said about "experiences you thought would be great" turn out differently. And I didn't know he doesn't like flying, aww. Solidarity. As well as worrying and being anxious about so much down the line.

It was very hard to get to a place where I live in the moment. It was work. I especially think that must be incredibly difficult for those with fame and status and projects like these celebs do. He seems like a guy who wants that. Making assumptions, but its not far off to infer. As well as the difference in the boys in regards to thrill seeking. I think that's pretty spot on.

Thank you for the essay, I love when yall share thoughts like this 😁