#um...huh

[seagiri]

heatstroke

[egophiliac]

if they release equestrian club cards I swear if silvers horse isn't named something like Reginald and sebeks isn't something like cheddar cheese I might cry

bad news: Sebek's regular horse is named Tempest (sorry 😔), and Silver's is Samson (yes you're very cute Twst)

good news: the reason we know this is because they were fighting about whose horse was prettiest

[heartorbit]

find another role, carry on the show

[greenglowinspooks]

Hey. Shakes you by the shoulders. DCxDP where Eobard Thawne is Danny’s cool distant “uncle” that he never sees but always sends in the coolest gifts for the holidays.

~

Danny had grown used to seeing people injured at a surprisingly young age.

He wasn’t injured on the regular, or witness to some sort of extraordinary amount of violence; his parents’ lab was just… very volatile, and they were unprofessionally lax on safety measures on the best of days.

As such, when he saw an unconscious, incredibly injured man wearing some sort of superhero suit in their backyard in the early hours of the morning (he had gotten up to get a glass of water when he heard a thump outside), he didn’t panic, as any young child should have in his situation.

No. Instead, Danny dragged the man inside (with considerable difficulty; despite how thin he was, he was heavy), treated his wounds as best he could (it’s difficult for a child younger than 10 to do stitches, you understand), put a blanket over the man, and went back to bed.

After losing a fight to the Flash and passing out in a random suburban lawn, the last thing Eobard was expecting to wake up to was a small child sitting on the floor in front of him, noisily eating a bowl of cereal.

(He had thought, maybe he would have been found by the Flash and brought to some Justice League holding cell. Or, found by a civilian, and brought to the police. Perhaps, in his feverish state, he had remembered the prison he ended up in from his time, with their brands and chemicals and torturous therapies.)

For some unknown reason, this child had found him, not recognized him as the monster he is (perhaps due to the boy’s age), and helped him—even if his healing factor would have fixed him eventually, having all his parts in the right order certainly sped up the process.

Usually he wouldn’t care for civilians. He’d killed enough that he’d lost count what felt like an eternity ago—and yet, somehow, he felt indebted to this boy. This boy, who had helped him so selflessly, who was so entirely clueless to the evil right in front of him.

This boy, who was all alone in an empty house, whose sister was away, whose parents had gone on a trip and left him behind.

(It didn’t matter the explanation the boy gave for it, Eobard’s mind whispered to itself regardless. Kin. Like calling to like.)

And so, he worked hard to free himself from this debt he had incurred.

He traveled through time, working his way into the family whilst posing as a distant relative. It was remarkably easy; the Fentons didn’t have an incredible memory of their relatives; all he had to do was forge a few papers and mention a few people and he was now “Uncle Eo”.

It was, however, taxing on the mind. These people were absurdly friendly, not to mention talkative. The effort had become a multi-year operation, popping in every now and then for large family gatherings and home visits.

It felt… nice, to be wanted for once. To be noticed in his absence for more than just his status.

To be liked.

He made sure to send the boy a gift on the right holidays, as well as on his birthdays. With his skillset, it wasn’t too difficult to follow him around and see what he liked and wanted. It also wasn’t difficult to spy in when he opened them, to ensure that he had done an acceptable job.

Of course, he couldn’t let this sort of thing cut into his time spent fighting the Flash, so he wasn’t too present. The last thing he wanted was to drag trouble into the boy’s life from his presence.

But then, it happened.

He found out that this boy, and the one known in his time as Phantom, were one and the same.

It was, as a historian, thrilling.

It was, as a villain, horrifying.

In all his travels, he had never intended to involve himself with that mysterious being which shadowed the Justice League. That ghost with the power, in some timelines, to bring about the end of all things.

Of course, he was also capable of doing that, but it isn’t exactly fun to meet someone who’s powers are a match for your own.

Especially if you couldn’t find it in yourself to end him, should he make himself your enemy.

Still, he had a debt to repay, and a boy to look after.

He delivered things to the boy’s room to help him; tactical gloves, a lightweight protective suit, weapons and equipment. All uncredited, since the boy seemed to value the idea of a secret identity.

He took it upon himself to shift the odds in his favor a few times, even; making faster-than-light adjustments to the boy and his combatants during fights to shift the odds in his favor.

Somewhere along the years, he had formed some sort of odd affection for the boy, if he was capable of doing so at all.

And so, when that ghost-boy sought his Uncle Eo out all the way in Central City, carved open and scarred, a distant look in his eyes, he took him in without a second thought.

He would protect this boy, who once had protected him.

[growling]

Arospec acceptance leaving peoples' bodies the moment an aro person describes themselves as loveless and/or aplatonic and doesn't actually "make up" for their lack of attraction by platonically loving other people a lot

[blueskittlesart]

america is really beginning to feel like a parody of itself

[kaiserouo]

hmm that's one fucked up ghost

[absurdmorningglory]

The two sisters smile softly as their friends leave their dorm room after a fun night of hanging out. The friends completely unaware what will happen almost the instant the door is shut. The older sister barely waits to hear the door click shut before she pins her sister to the wall, passionately kissing her.

"I waited so long for this, I thought they'd never leave," the big sister says, brushing her long hair aside as it's getting in the way. "I wanted to jump on you and do this hours ago."

"We can't do this when anyone's around..." The little sister giggles. "Didn't you have fun?"

The younger sister is happy to have her older sister so ravenous, the two about to spend another night indulging in their secret love, but they had been spending time with their closest friends who'd they'd traveled so far with, and the younger sister wanted to make sure that wasn't neglected either.

"I did have fun, but..." The older sister bites her sister's shoulder. "I really need you."

The two move to big sister's bed, the lower bunk. The younger sister rocks back and forth excitedly, stripping out of her pajamas as her big sister does the same, rolling a condom onto her pulsing girlcock.

Big sister returns to the bed, lining herself up with her sister's entrance. Soon the two are linked again, and nothing else in the world matters. They have to be quiet to avoid any prefects walking by hearing, but the two still give into their deepest desires, the incredible pleasure only enhanced by the risks.

"I wish you didn't have to wear it," the younger sister moans as her big sis drives into her.

"I know, but it's dangerous...so..."

Big sister goes faster imagining what it'd be like to do this raw, and it pushes her to an early climax. The two take a moment to cuddle and recover, before the younger sister says,

"You can do more than just that tonight, right?"

Her teasing tone sets her big sis over the edge, and she rushes to grab more condoms.

[sappho-rose]

“Kou…”

[orangechickenpillow]

"Who's the sixth barrel for?"

"I don't know what else to do."

[fite-club]

literally the state of transphobia in the transandrophobia community is obvious just at the outrage to the phrase "trans men really are men"/"trans men are the men of the trans community". if your gut reaction is "no we aren't!!!" maybe pause for a second and think on why that is

[yuwuta]

"there could be two beds and they will still only one bed trope their way into your heart somehow" exactly! gojo doesn't know what personal space means at aaaaaaall

satoru wouldn’t know the definition of personal space if it smacked him in the forehead, he needs to be close all the time always. 

the “actually, there are two beds” trope with him is so funny esp in a f2l setting because for every night of your trip, he finds some excuse to be in your bed instead of his. actually, he would give up rooming by himself on a group trip if it meant he got to share a room with you, because he’d find a way to share a bed with you. 

the first night, he dumps his entire suitcase on his bed, then showers, and you’re asleep by the time he comes back. and now he’s clean and moisturized and he wants to go to bed and oh no! all his stuff is still on his bed! guess he’ll have to share with you for tonight 😇 

the second and third nights he fakes having a nightmare to crawl into your embrace, and then feeling sick so you’ll coddle him to sleep. 

the fourth night, he showers first and falls asleep on your bed instead of his. you’re the respectful one who takes his bed instead, but ofc he wakes up once you’ve fallen asleep to slide in next to you, and when you groggy and confused he just hushes you back to sleep with a cheeky, “you were in my bed, don’t worry about it.” 

the fifth night, he turns the AC all the way up and says you “looked cold” so he “came to cuddle you” while you were asleep. 

he could find an excuse for every single night as long as you share a room together, but the moment you invite him in, ask him, “satoru, do you wanna share?” his brain short circuits and his face goes all red and you offering does bad bad bad things to him and now he actually has to sleep in his own bed because this is gonna keep him up all night

[curesillygoofy]

Fusion AU?

[egophiliac]

new chapter 7 installment dropped how we feelin????

YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND

THAT'S HIS DAD

[starlitschism]

AUGH!!!!!!!

[everybodyloveshippos]

Stepped into the canyons of my loneliness, and I went about as far as I could go Even as I searched for you, I knew, even if I found you you'd be so cold

reference!