#she was... a little confused

[andisupreme]

At the company retreat, one extremely drunk girl asked what my pronouns were. (Eventually, it took her a while to word the question.) After the whole conversation was done, she goes- "YEAHHH GURL, Get on with--with THY bad self! See what I did?? They/them/thy."

I was almost holding back tears from trying not to laugh as I told her yes that's great you nailed it honey. Thank you very much I am feeling the love.

Anyway I've been assigned Thee/Thine at Supportive Drunk Girl

[goudraws]

what if they were academic rivals.

(More of a funny haha post than a srs one)

[lopsaii]

Ongoing stepladder debate

[sahisan]

fem reader. nsfwish. is this an anaxa version of dirty talk... and he also worships you. man is so down bad.i swear i had like two free hours and a vision.

"you’re glowing," anaxagoras says.

you blink. you are—the soft shimmer under your skin has been going rampant as of late.

he stands.

and when he walks toward you, it’s with the pace of someone approaching an artifact no one else has been permitted to touch.

you don't speak as he kneels before you, still standing against a shelf filled with the scripts you sorted out earlier in the day, purposeful, and places a hand at your hip.

then both hands.

then his mouth.

you exhale like you're being unmade.

and as his tongue traces patterns only he seems to remember, as your fingers twist into his hair, as the sharp edges of your composure begin to peel back ever so slightly, just with this, he speaks.

no, he recites.

"there is no divinity more cruel than that which inspires silence in the hearts of the celestial, for in that silence burns longing—and longing, unspoken, is the birthplace of worship."

you intake a sharp breath, barely holding onto yourself, a hand braced against the shelves behind you. his voice doesn’t falter.

"to approach the sacred is not to touch, but to know. to taste knowledge is to surrender to it. and to surrender to her—she, of moonlight and collapse—is to find within destruction the shape of paradise."

your thighs tighten around his shoulders. you don't remember a single manuscript that said this.

your breath stutters.

his tongue doesn’t stop. neither does his voice.

"the one who descended with no herald, who bore the grief of falling like a crown—she is not to be pitied, but praised. for even undone, she remains... formless divinity. the mind bends not to light, but to her."

it's a soft, broken sound that leaves you next. your hands slide down the shelf, trembling.

he presses further.

"tell me what you feel,” anaxagoras says softly between phrases, lips never straying far from reverence.

you can't answer. your throat constricts around the truth of your feelings, suffocating.

so he takes that, too, and continues.

"the laws of reason fracture where she treads. every theorem collapses under the weight of her. and i—logic-bound, oath-sworn—i kneel not as skeptic but as supplicant, for what else is left before a truth this blinding?”

your knees nearly give.

he holds you up with one arm around you thigh, the other anchored to your hip.

"you are glowing," he murmurs, more breath than voice now.

you sob, soft, stuttering, fingers gripping the back of his neck, glimmering veins shining too brightly.

you know what he’s doing. taking everything from you, peeling back layers you didn’t even know existed.

and you let him.

and when you fall apart on his tongue, you don't have to say anything. he doesn’t need you to. you're lost in him, lost in the rhythm of his devotion, in the prayer that is his voice.

and anaxagoras just keeps reciting, as if the words are a lifeline that he needs to help live past another night.

"she is not the echo of divinity, but its original form, fragmented into flesh. and i will worship her until silence speaks—"

you can’t speak. tears gather faintly at your lashes, remnants flickering just faintly under your skin like the last pulse of a falling star. he sees it. knows it.

he keeps his mouth on you, and doesn’t stop until you're nothing but divinity, undone and cradled in his logic.

he hums against your skin as your trembling calms down , finally looking up into your very soul.

"—and kneel before her until my knees bleed, and call it knowledge."

his hands are steady. your glow is not.

and then he bends again.

to worship.

[luminarai]

Most people will tell you that giving your pets any kind of medication in pill form is an absolute nightmare, meanwhile I have the exact opposite problem.

A friend of mine was watching my cat Mim while I was travelling this weekend and when he went to split her weekly allergy pill (made to split into 4 small pills when you press down on it with a finger) to give her the usual 1/4, he fumbled it and sent it skittering across the floor where my ridiculous pill-loving menace of cat immediately gobbled down the whole thing, leading to me receiving a panicked phone call at 11 pm from said friend who was understandably freaking out (everyone’s fine, a single high dose won’t cause any problems as long as it’s just this once).

Behold: the villain herself, basking in the success of her crime (she’d be planning her next pill-related heist but, as you can see if you look closely, there’s there’s nothing but elevator music behind those eyes)

[a2remedy]

DPXDC Prompt# 3- It’s on Fright

Summoning has never been off the table. In fact Danny welcomes it.

At least after the first 50 he did.

Now it’s just getting repetitive. Destroy the world, end this specific race, person, sexuality. He’s really heard it all and it honestly sucks. He’s a protective spirit damn it!

Look at all the high and mighty people and cultists that would call on him for their mortal issues? It's even more annoying to listen to the whiney people who think they're entitled to his power or his time.

So he did what he should've done this whole time. If ghosts are strong enough emotional echoes, why shouldn't it be the same way? He establishes a connection between his summoning circle. If the caster's intent when casting the spell is for anything other than protecting life, its free game. Que the registration of numerous ghost to send an echo of themself to fuck with the people who thought they could fuck with the king. Of course, there are rules. You're only there for a short window. No killing is permitted unless a caster is hostile and a threat to ghosts. Ensure the safety and good health of human sacrifices. Blah,blah, blah. But most importantly, make them regret ever casting the spell in the first place. Upon numerous heroes failing to stop the summoning in time, there's a vast amount of random shit that happens further proves to not fuck with the realms. Batman can only hear the nostalgic music before witnessing the lead cultist that nabbed Jason get hit by an ice cream truck driven by a muscular man and little girl in uniforms. Tim and could agree that their soft serve was the best they ever had. Hal comes onto the cultists being forced into a tea party and learning their table manners from a blue dragon in a gorgeous dress and tiara. Flash comes up to Shazam and a lanky grey figure with glasses discussing Justice League fanfiction while the cultists have to cosplay the members and live out their found family dreams. Spectra is having the time of her life honestly. Talking things out with depressed kids to work through those feelings or being allowed to pay a certain clown a visit time and time again for her good work along with, spooking frats and sororities.

Superman has been quick to react to cultists after a little demon of a girl promised to return if he wasn't treating his clone better to not repeat the beatdown that was personally recorded and handed to Lex to make if he agreed to make merch from it. Most summon sites are Jumpscare Central or a straight up scrap. It's also a wonderful chance for Spectra to give the bats what they fear most. THERAPY!!! Under Jasmine's supervision, of course. JLD has heard the outcries of the JL and still keeps their good standing with the king to themselves. Especially that said king is over every Friday with treats and gifts from throughout the ages. He's fallen for the blonde warlock that has always been able to reliably call on him because he only does it when ABSOLUTELY NECESSARY! Danny found it odd that the only person who could call him now was a sad Brit in a trenchcoat but a conversation or two had them see that they were more often than not on the same wavelength. Sick of their duty, in need of a drink, and helping the world to the best of their ability. John is just so human and reminds him of how he is too. That soon applies to Zatanna too, who's distraught from leading. Besides, what happens in the House of Mysteries stays in the House of Mysteries.

[dear-maggotboy]

Goodnight to all Freaks

[scribsisnotdead]

hi gang! short little my inner demons fancomic, okay? okay

[twilightkitkat]

Really stupid idea but can you imagine if the TVA swore Wade and Logan to secrecy and then they come back and everyone is so incredibly confused. Like? Wade, what the fuck? Who is Logan and why is he living with you and why does he look like a dead superhero?

Especially with the insinuation that the entire movie timeline spanned over a few days. So Wade goes from hopelessly pining after his ex to bringing home this buff, hairy, muscular guy to live with him without warning after disappearing from his birthday party.

Like he just randomly walked out the door after blowing out the candles, then he mysteriously reemerged with this feral look-don't-touch beast of a man. And he's calling him stupid pet names like "peanut" and "babygirl" and the guy isn't biting his head off?

When asked, Wade just responds that Logan was his best birthday gift ever. Logan's ears turn pink and he covers his mouth to hide the small smile on his face. Wade wraps an arm around his shoulder and grins. Meanwhile, everyone thinks Wade left his own party because of a hook-up call that somehow ended with him landing himself a boyfriend.

[supersnaill]

happy valentine's day🫰💌💕💖💗💞💝💄

[hyperfixating-rn-brb]

imagine how bizarre this fandom looks to the outside world. we're all gay asf and screaming about two middle aged men and making the most random references. we send neil the most unhinged asks and get equally unhinged replies. try looking at the tags "archangel fucking gabriel", "bildaddy the shuite", "welsh seduction machine" and assorted years like 1941 and 1827 or whatever else without context.

[lunarin64art]

Day 6: AU

Scott Pilgrim if it was good

Anyway, I find it really cute how protective Wallace is over Scott when it comes to Envy. He'd definitely want to rub it in her face if he ever ended up dating Scott in the future.

[roanofarcc]

PRACTICE LESSONS

pairing: jackie taylor x fem!reader

summary: while getting ready for your first high school party, jackie suggests you practice for the inevitable game of spin the bottle. 

warnings: pre-crash! jackie, shy/borderline awkward!reader. classic tale of closeted girls being girls. seemingly one-sided crush. fluff! suggestive but nothing explicit. practice kissing & make out sesh. 

word count. 1.5k || masterlist (requests open!)

The sweet smell of flowery perfume was the only thing keeping you from full-blown panicking. The night crept near, marked by the setting sun painting the sky in a fiery scene. The digital clock on Jackie Taylor’s bedside ticked away each minute in daunting red numbers, reminding you of what was supposed to be an exciting new endeavor. 

You weren’t sure why you were so nervous for your first high school party.  Most people, like your best friend Jackie, were thrilled to be invited to such a milestone. You were too, somewhat, but you were more nervous than anything. 

As you watched Jackie finish getting ready, you tried to ground yourself in the smell of the perfume she had spritzed on you a couple of minutes prior. It was the same perfume she always wore, a signature scent that filled up the girls' locker room after practice and clung to your bedsheet when she spent the night. 

Jackie smacked her lips as she finished applying her lip gloss and turned her head over her shoulder to peer at you. She had fished out a dress from the depths of her closet that she’d been saving for a special occasion. It was short, fanning over only half of her thigh and exposing her toned legs from soccer conditioning. The dress had long sleeves but showed off her collarbones, flashing her heart-shaped necklace. She had tied half her hair up, dusted her eyelids with shimmery shadow, and glossed her pursed lips. 

The sight of her always brought a skip to your heart, but tonight it was enough to bring heat to your cheeks too. 

“You’re quiet,” she said, tilting her head to the side. 

You let out a breath, picking at a loose thread on your shorts. “Just nervous about tonight.” 

Jackie stood up from her vanity with a soft smile, moving to stand in front of you with her hands outstretched. You swallowed the creeping nervousness in your throat and grasped her soft hands, allowing her to pull you to your feet. 

Jackie had always been a touchy friend. Her fingers often found themselves twirling the ends of your hair when she wanted you to focus on her, rubbing the crease between your brows when she wanted you to be less stressed, or fixing any imperfections in your clothing that she spotted. 

You’d be lying if you said you didn’t enjoy the contact, even if you made your hands clammy and face warm. It was just how Jackie was with you. 

She smoothed out the invisible wrinkles of your shirt against your shoulders. “Don’t be. We’ll have the whole team there to fall back off.” 

Your fellow Yellowjackets were also attending the party, making the stakes feel slightly less intense. Freshmen usually weren't invited to big parties; the upperclassmen were scared they’d get alcohol poisoning and ruin the night or snitch. But those on sports teams, who were tight with the upperclassmen on their team, were the expectation. You didn’t want to screw it up for yourself or your teammates. 

“What do they even do at parties? Do you think it's like the movies?” you asked. 

Jackie shrugged. “Probably. Lots of drinking, maybe we’ll play spin the bottle or something.” She didn’t know either, but she seemed much more confident than you were. 

Her words only brought on another wave of panic. You groaned, squeezing your eyes shut. Jackie still had her hands on your shoulders, giving them a shake. “What is it?” 

“Spin the bottle?” you said. “That sounds like my nightmare.” 

A light laugh fell from Jackie’s lips, causing you to peel your eyes open. “It’s not so bad. We played at Josh’s birthday party in seventh grade. Sure, you may get stuck with someone with bad breath or who kisses with their teeth, but it’s quick.” 

“I’m not worried about who I’m kissing,” you sighed, eyes drifting behind Jackie due to your own embarrassment. 

“Oh,” Jackie said. “You’re worried about kissing, huh?” 

You knew it wasn’t a big deal that you had yet to have your first kiss, but knowing Jackie had made you feel slightly lesser. Was your first kiss going to be some boy from your high school while everyone else watched? Would he know it was your first kiss? Would everyone be able to tell? Would they laugh at you if it was bad? 

Panic must’ve been evident across your face because Jackie shook your shoulders again and forced your attention back onto her. She gazed at you with her big eyes and lopsided smile before spinning you around. Letting go of your shoulders, Jackie moved to sit on the edge of her bed and patted the space beside her and you abided. 

Once you were seated, she pulled her legs up on the bed and turned her body to face you fully. Jackie was usually close to you, she liked to speak close, sleep close, and walk close to you. It wasn’t usual, but it always caused your breath to hitch in your throat when you could see each dark-painted eyelash and freckle on her nose. 

“Is it because you’ve never kissed anyone before?” You groaned in response, and she giggled, the blush on her cheeks glowing in the warm light of her bedroom. “It’s not a big deal!” 

You frowned, brows creased. “You’re only saying that because you’ve already had your first kiss.” 

Jackie scooted even closer, her knees knocking your thigh. She reached up and poked the crease in between your brows. “You’re gonna get wrinkles if you keep doing that,” she said. “And that’s not true. It’s seriously not a big deal. Most people haven’t had their first kiss yet.” 

“I don’t really want it to happen during a game of spin the bottle.” You didn’t want a crowd of people watching you fumble around with the stench of alcohol in the air. You didn’t care so much about it being special or magical, you simply wanted it to be yours and the person you were sharing it with alone. 

Jackie got that glimmer in her big eyes when she had an idea, something mischievous that you’d end up agreeing to just because it was her. “What if you had your first kiss before the party? Would that make you less nervous?” 

You rolled your eyes. “Oh yeah. Let’s just go out and grab someone off the street and ask them for a smooch.” 

“Not with a stranger, dummy,” she said before dropping her voice a little lower. “You should practice with someone you know.” 

It took you only a moment to understand what Jackie was proposing, but once you did, you were almost certain your heart was going to give out from how quickly it beat.

 Jackie. Kissing. You. Impossible. 

Jackie who braided your hair with her manicured nails while she talked about her latest crush from the baseball team. Jackie who you stole glances at while you changed beside each other in the locker room. Jackie who always fell asleep with her head on your shoulder. Jackie who you wrote about in your diary since you had first laid eyes on her and she flashed you a bright smile. 

“It’s not that scary,” Jackie said, breaking you from your panic. She brushed her hair over her shoulder and tilted her head just slightly, flickering her gaze between your eyes and your lips. “Ready?” 

Your throat was dry as you licked your lips, nodding ever so slightly. She leaned in slowly, almost antagonizing-ly slow. When her glossy lips touched yours, you forced your eyes shut and did your best to kiss her back despite your lack of knowing. Her hands found your waist, warm fingers touching the gap between the bottom of your shirt and the top of your shorts. 

Jackie tasted like strawberries and starlight. Your body felt tingly, nerves ignited as she deepened the kiss with a content hum. Your hands found themselves on the top of her thighs, where her dress had ridden up just a little. Jackie was impossibly close as she kissed you, the heat of her body like a scene right out of your dreams. 

It wasn’t until a burn flared in your lungs, needing air, that you two pulled apart. Her lip gloss was half rubbed off, making your lips sticky. 

You were too scared to move or utter a word, worried you’d wake up and it all would have been a figment of your imagination. 

Jackie broke that worry by simply brushing her thumb under your bottom lip, clearing away some rouge gloss, and smirking. “See? Not so scary.” Like nothing, she slipped off the bed and glanced at the clock on her bedside. “They’ll be here to pick us up in ten. Are you all ready?” 

You cleared your throat and pulled your shirt back down, covering the skin that was set on fire from Jackie’s touch. “Y-Yeah,” you replied. 

Jackie slipped on her shoes and clasped a watch around her wrist before she approached you lingering near her closed bedroom door. You were dizzy, heart racing and flustered. She intertwined her fingers with yours as a car honked from the driveway, dragging you out to the party where your second kiss may have awaited. 

[zeusmachina]

〝 Are you having those dreams again ? 〞

+ red version cause I like it!

[amelia-yap]

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[clqiredunphy]

this was so important :((