#COME ON GUYS PLEASE

[apricustar]

eddie "no offense i'm straight" diaz and evan jumping to 'being in love' allegations without prompting' buckley match made in heaven

[closmichero]

i need to get sdv fans on the butch lesbian sam and transfem lesbian sebastian agenda

[twinklingwatermellon]

I am once again asking whatever higher power will listen for a drama starring Park Eun Bin and Kim Seon Ho as the main leads

[neil-perrys-suicidal-tendencies]

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While people don't work for engagement, it certainly doesn't do any harm..

[himulrai]

previous one went stratospheric so this came about lmao??

part 3 is now up!

[livsmessydoodles]

im back in the fucking building again

[nyehhehhehs]

What Papyrus Deltarune has been up to

[on-the-clear-blue]

Down in the streets of Gotham, in the side alley next to Express Urgent Care run by one Leslie Thompkins and that was funded by the Martha Wayne Foundation was a soup kitchen.

Well...a soup kitchen of sorts. Not in any way official but if you were hungry in Crime alley you knew that the food would be safe and warm...and it was a place where *you* could be safe and warm.

Danny had left a week after his parents found out that he was Phantom, a week after he had seen their grief, the regret and pain in their eyes. The week had been spent in suspense, he knew that they needed to talk about what had happened but neither of his parents were ever able to even start bringing it up before they were sobbing.

Danny knew his parents loved him, thst his father felt soul crushing guilt, that his mother spent hours staring at herself in the mirror, as if she didn't even know who was looking back at her.

And to spare them both, Danny left.

It wasn't hard to do, not when he could turn invisible and phase through walls, a final text to Sam and Tucker to say his good byes (he knew that they would break and tell his parents where he would be going) and a particularly hard hug to leave from Jazz, Danny flew off with only a back pack.

He had traveled across the US for a few months, occasionally snagging a post card from a super store to send off home, paying only when he had the excess funds (Sam's rants about mega rich corporate billionaires let him know just which stores wouldn't miss the few bucks the cards sold for)

He had met up with Dani a few times, when she was in the country, handing him Vlads credit card and telling him to keep it (though he never did) only ever using it to book a room for a few nights at a hotel to clean himself up and sleep in a real bed.

He settled in Gotham after a while, he had briefly stayed in Faucett but that place didn't have nearly enough ecto for him to live comfortably.

Gotham on the other hand? It had everything, cops that don't question why a teen is on the streets, natural ecto up the wazoo and well...a crime rate that would dissuade his parents ever looking for him there.

He had set up a more permanent shelter in an abandoned apartment building (after chasing out the low level drug dealers that were using it) and found that he kinda liked the vibes of the place under the blatant crimes being committed in broad day light.

Sure people could see you getting mugged and look the other way, but if you were still alive and there 5 minutes later, they would come back, hand you something to clean up your now bloody nose and point out the bodega that had the best sandwiches.

It was a sense of community that Danny didn't know he had missed for the many months he traveled.

His first "cook out" wasn't even supposed to be a cook out, his apartment building was mostly wood and he didn't trust himself to not burn it down, so he came outside, setting up a portable stove and setting up a pot filled with some, water to boil up a soup mix.

As he waited for it to come to temp, he saw the group of homeless rubbing their hands together, watching him with curiosity, though that quickly turned to hunger as the smell of the soup spilled out into the alley.

Instead of turning the others away Danny only shrugged, pulled out his spare paper bowls and handed them out, taking a few bites first to show that it was safe to eat.

What followed was a sort of tradition, Danny would come out a few times a day, take out his hot plate and pot and set up a soup, others started asking if they could pitch in, and well...Danny would have loved to keep providing it freely but his food was quickly dwindling.

So his soup got add in, some jerky that Crazy Tom had got tossed in, a few herbs (re:weeds) were added in by Miss O'Connor, and Danny didn't even know where Lady Dimond pulled out some spices from, but he wasn't about to question the her, he had learned never to question where the working girls hid their things.

And it sort of grew from there, who ever was around came by, some came out of their way to share a meal, but it became a meeting place of sorts "Come by the Kitchen at noon, Tom got his hands on some steak! And it ain't even smells bad!"

Sure gangs tried to pull up on the meeting place, tried to intimidate the people there or coerce them into doing something...well that was until the host, some punk teen with hair darker than black and blue eyes that were so light they were white came up, and dished out a heavy handed fist into their jaws and sent them packing.

And so the Kitchen became a safe space, if you were hungry, if you were in danger, come by the little alley way, right next to the Express Urgent Care, the Host will take care of you there, if your willing to share, to stay peaceful with the rest of the gathered people, then you were welcome to grab a bite and relax, because the Kitchen was always safe.

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It would be a few years since the Kitchen started, since people had brought chairs and tables, since an old grill of questionable origin was left out side it, since tarps with only a few holes were hung up to keep the place dry when it rained, since rugs covered the ground and the the alley it was in was swept clean of any needles or cigarette butts.

But for one boy it had only been a few short days since his Mama died, since he had found her cold and dead in the bathroom, a belt tied around her arm and a needle still in her hand.

Jason was miserable, he had stayed with her for the a single day before he knew he would have to leave, the body of his mother would start to decompose soon, so he did what he had too, calling the police with his mother's phone that didn't have a lot of minutes left on it, telling them the address before hanging up and leaving it there so he couldn't be tracked.

He couldn't be there when the cops showed up, foster care would do shit for him, and at least his Mama would be buried, and not left to rot in their bath tub.

So a young Jason Todd, scared, alone and hungry came to the Kitchen, as his mother had told him to many times before, had told him to seek out it's Host if anything ever happened to her...and well...at the very least he would get something to eat...

[raynewolferune]

DC x DP Prompt: Bruce is bad at emoting but at least ghosts are empathic (too bad bat kids are not)

Was reading Twincognito on AO3 when I stumbled across this gem again:

~

" “Danny, Tim. I was just…checking in. Is everything alright?” Curse his inability to make meaningful conversation when it wasn’t a life or death situation.

They glanced at each other and shrugged.

Then Danny hauled himself out of the bed and walked over to Bruce.

Bruce tried not to let too much excitement show on his face. "

~

Now I really want to read a story where Bruce adopts Danny post Meta trafficking and is being his usual emotionally constipated self. His kids keep getting mad at him because he's treating their new meta brother who was trafficked poorly (generally being stilted in conversation with him, walking away hurriedly mid-conversation, avoiding Danny when he's feeling really awkward, etc). They think Bruce is discriminating against Danny for being a civilian, meta, dealer's pick, but really it's just Bruce being horribly socially awkward. Danny knows this because of ghost empathy and find the whole thing hilarious. The whole thing comes to a head with the Bat Kids staging an intervention in the Bat Cave.

[eraserbread]

Husband Nanami driving and taking care of us after getting our wisdom teeth removed 👀?

so cuteeeee ٩>���<)و i needed to write this i think it healed me a lil

when nanami saw you again in the afternoon, your face was a swollen shiny rendition of the one he dropped off this morning. it was only three hours ago, but it felt like a lifetime. kento's never had to see you like this, and as you nod off in his passenger seat, he's more than happy to wait until you're settled enough to drive off.

"we'll go if you're feeling okay." he's using a soft voice, privy to the fact you're still prisoner to the effects of anesthesia. nanami leans over and grabs the top of your thigh, squeezing there to let you know you're with him. either he's stupidly biased, or his wife still looks stunning with a swollen face and bloody lips. especially when you turn and pout at him, pretty eyes all glassed over and pained.

"go. go, hurts." your words are mushing into each other, leaving ken with the task of piecing them together again. he hears your pain and is so fucking quick when he turns over the engine and starts back home.

on the way back, you start to liven up again, noting passing street signs and commenting on how delicious kens arms look in his long-sleeved shirt. most of what you're saying doesn't make sense to him, but it does to you. it does just enough to get you going with tears in your eyes and conviction behind your tone.

just like when you saw two stray cats tail-in-tail through the neighborhood. ken drove by them so fast that he didn't even notice, but the sight of them made you fucking sob.

"ouh, ken, it's us." you whine, grasping at the window like you want to get out. as they fade off into the distance, you're left whining and begging him to turn around so you can take them home.

"what?" he's hardly regarding you, but his hand is still pressed to your thigh.

"the kitties - two of'em, so cute." you slur, sniffling back the promise of tears. "if you were a kitty, I know you'd protect me. you act all big n mean like a hissy kitty, then tell me I'm pretty... i jus' love you so much."

"kitties can't speak, nanami baby." he starts, just to be reasonable. then, he gives you what you want. "but, you're right. i'd find some way to call you pretty if I was a cat."

then, kento spends the next three days off of work and by your side. he spoon-feeds you soft yogurts and ice cream, completely blending your favorite meals so it's easier on your mouth. impossibly, he refrains from kissing your pouty, swollen lips. he'll just graze over your cheek in passing and still call you beautiful.

it's the least he can do after you've done so much for him. and it's caught in these stupid little moments when you don't know what you're saying, that reminds him why he chose you for a lifetime.

[betterbetty]

I know it’s likely Melissa is the last survivor but honestly I think it would be so much better if she got chosen in the card game. Her turning to Shauna to protest in some sort of way and she is just standing there, ready to put the necklace around Melissa’s neck. She doesn’t have one second of hesitation choosing her own life over Melissa’s because she never truly cared for her. Melissa was simply filling the role of Jackie, a girl Shauna has already consumed. Why should their relationship end any differently?

[crowatyourwindow]

Kenji and his cow Hanako II were the best duo from wan change my mind

[bulbagarden]

hiya, trainers! lisia here o/ today at bulba HQ, blanc and i got handed this pokémon we've never seen before... we're not really sure how to take care of it, but maybe with enough notes it might transform...? or maybe something will happen if we wait long enough regardless, we're not very sure! if you have any suggestions please tell us!!

[manticorecure]

so once again whats happened is that ive drawn sneegza and zam bonding together while they were found familying it up and then zam got hit with another round of the torments (this time more meta than anything) and im starting to think that she should just stay with the old man yaoi at all times

also i did this edit thing that i thought was really funny so. check that out ^_^

[discarded-replica]

Ninja! :3

New ninja

[myownwholewildworld]

Just thinking about that old man lazily fingering you while he's reading some book/manual. Like he's trying to figure out how to build something and ofc he's multitasking.

listen... i've been (horny) thinking about this the whole damn day. joel would definitely do that, wouldn't he? and the bastard would pretend like what was happening had nothing to do with him... please joel wreck us 🧎‍♀️

more old man!joel miller (with his reading glasses on) filth under the cut 👇

Your fingers weren’t Joel’s. Ever since that old man touched you, you could swear he’d broken your pussy—in more ways than one. It just didn’t hit the same now. If you insisted you were sure you could come on your own, but why suffer through it when you could just get him to do it for you? Throwing the duvet cover off you, you jumped out of bed. It was around midnight, crickets chirping outside through the open window. The light summer breeze rustled the curtains, the night quiet and peaceful. And Joel wasn’t anywhere to be seen. When you went upstairs, Joel had promised he wouldn’t be long. Liar.

Huffing, you readjusted your panties and put on Joel’s green flannel shirt before you stomped down the stairs, only to find he wasn’t in the dining room where you had left him. So you headed towards the main door. It was ajar, the yellow light of the porch filtering through the crack.

Peeking outside, you found Joel on a rocking chair with his reading glasses on, immersed in a book titled “Beginners Guide to Solar.”

“What are you up to, gorgeous?” you purred, making yourself comfy on his lap.

You spread your legs open over his thighs, your back resting on his chest, and Joel threaded an arm between your waist and elbow, his palm gently resting on your lower belly—the tips of his fingers stroking your covered mound mindlessly.

“Just doin’ some reading. Found some solar panels and I’d like to hook them up to the electricity supply here at home. I just worked out our power usage, but then I need to figure out if the batteries we have are compatible to run off the grid. See, if the specs are right, then I just have to…” Joel babbled, but your mind had already drifted off to other topics.

You loved him when he got all nerdy about this stuff. Just the sight of him with some manual in hand and his reading glasses on had you in heat.

“Mhm. Interesting,” you compelled him to keep on talking, his deep, throaty voice making your pussy tingle.

Biting down your bottom lip, you covered the back of his hand with your palm and guided his touch under your panties. Joel didn’t even flinch, still speaking out loud about how to get the solar panels to work. You led his thick fingers past your mound and pushed his ring one in your damp slit.

You were so fucking wet, his finger sliding down your velvety cunt produced the most beautiful, squelching noises. You then guided him to your throbbing clit, and Joel pressed some deep, tight circles on your nub, your jaw hanging wide open while the back of your head rested on his shoulder. You pussy beat in unison with your racing heart, gushing for him, melting under his touch.

Joel flicked your overexcited bundle of nerves, and you mewled in reply, grinding your ass on his bulge. He wasn’t immune to you despite how his voice kept a steady tone—his growing erection firmly pressing against your buttocks. And you really liked it when he pretended like this.

When the hot coil began tightening in your dripping pussy, Joel dropped his hand further down and stuffed his middle and ring fingers in your slippery hole without warning, down to the knuckles. Your hips bucked up and then down, your fingers harshly curling around the armrests of the rocking chair.

“Oh, f-fuck—” you gasped, eyes fluttering shut. “So, uh, the… the finge— batteries… are they… uhm… the right size— I mean, type?” you stuttered, your concentration scattered all over the place while Joel fingered you in deep, smooth thrusts.

“Yeah, they are sealed ones. But I think I’mma need an inverter so I can convert the direct current of the battery into alternate current, otherwise it won’t be enough voltage for the appliances,” he explained with a calm demeanour, as if he wasn’t fingering you stupid out here in the open.

“Uh-huh… I see…” you mumbled, breath hitching in your throat, not a coherent thought in your brain.

Joel pumped his fingers in and out of your cunt with ease, hooking them inside to expertly rub your anterior wall, the roughness of his palm pressed against your crying clit for extra friction. His words made no sense anymore, filling your ears like the buzzing noise of a broken TV.

By that point you were squirming and whimpering, drool pooling in your mouth, slick sliding off his fingers, wetting his wrist now. Your inner walls suddenly clenched, squashing his fingers tight—but that didn’t stop Joel, who made a point of sinking them deeper. And the coil inside you was so very ready to snap, your muted sobs growing louder.

“Quit whimpering, I’m tryna focus ‘ere, sweetheart,” he scolded you, the crease between his brows more pronounced, his hand building a faster pace between your thighs.

The moment Joel stuffed a third finger and bottomed out, you just lost it. Wailing on his lap, your fingers clutching around the armrests, holding on for dear life, you finally let go… all the while Joel kept on talking about something to do with charge controllers. Your pussy clamped down on his thick digits, fluttering and squeezing harshly, while you got to the highest climax possible. Just to then uncontrollably come crushing down like a rock off a precipice because Joel kept on fingering you throughout your orgasm.

Your stiff body suddenly relaxed, finding the bliss you’d unsuccessfully been going after on your own. Joel tapped your pussy a few times with his wet palm and when you were done, his hand stayed there, gently buttering your puffy lips with your sticky arousal.

“So… are we installing the solar panels tomorrow then?” you finally asked when you found your wavering voice.

“Did you not hear a thing of what I've just told you, darling?” Joel tsked.

“Nope, sorry,” you giggled, peppering kisses on his jawline.

“You’re incorrigible,” he rolled his eyes, but there was a hint of mischief in his eyes, the ghost of a sly grin on his lips.

“So correct me, baby.”