Danny got comfortable on the roof, leaning froward with anticipation.
A silent thump and a person slid next to him, Danny barely gave the red head a glance.
"Any reasons to be on the roof at night?"
He shushes the vigilante, eyes not leaving the spot. It has Roy crouching next to him, watching as well.
Out of nowhere, a vampire looking fella flew around wildly, not far behind a ginger woman on a hoverboard, flying after him.
The Lady is shooting lasers with deathly accuracy, the man (?) dodging barely. It had Arsenal hum at the show.
"That's my mom." Danny points at the lady. "The guy she's hunting keeps harassing me so she took matters into her own hands."
Cheshire Cat lands not far away from the two, head tilted with a silent question that had Roy nodding and she is leaping away to the next roof once more.
"Why not call the authorities?" He asks, appearing less tense and more friendly to the teen.
The kid whistles sharp with a grin before answering.
"Tried, unfortunately, he's super rich with influence and connection. So here we are." He shrugs.
While they watch the chaos a bit longer, Roy ignores the insisting buzzing from his comm, Cheshire Cat probably alarmed Oliver by now.
He looks up when Danny stands, stretching.
"What was your name again?" He quirks his brow with a smile.
"I don't remember telling you."
Roy rolls his eyes, joining the teen to his feet. "So?"
"Danny."
He steps off the roof before Roy can react, a shout building up, until he sees the kid sitting on the hoverboard of his mother, her hand ruffling his hair.
I think the guy who lives across from me is super hot. Would drop the name if I wasn't too scared of him finding out
It was something stupid Eddie did when he was drunk, he didn't think it would be picked. There was nothing of substance here, just admitting that he found someone hot. No name was mentioned, no identifiers, just that he lives across the hall.
Steve Harrington, the very hot, very straight guy who lives across the hall. He's seen him bring home a few girls sometimes, but never that often. But that was enough to solidify in his mind that there was no chance. But apparently, his drunk mind wanted to get it out there.
Campus Confessions is a student-run instagram page where you send in confessions about liking someone and they post it, hoping to connect you to the person you were talking about. Which is why he never thought they would post his, without anything to identify you or the other person, it's pretty much useless. So, he turns off his phone and decides to forget about it.
The next morning when Eddie is scrolling through his feed, their post from today pops up.
Campus Confessions: New Post
I really hope the one about the guy from across the hall was written by Eddie Munson. He lives across from me and I've been trying to get the nerve to talk to him for months, just never could.
I made an Undertale AU. Introducing Sonictale! Here are the character swaps:
Frisk = Hope (from the Archie comics)
Chara = Maria
Flowey = Cheese
Asriel = Cream (with a bit of Shadow)
Nabstablook = Hyudoro
Toriel = Vanilla
Sans = Sonic
Papyrus = Tails
Jet = Mad Dummy
Monster Kid = Charmy
Undyne = Espio
Muffet = Rouge
Alphys = Silver
Mettaton = Zero (in base), E-102 Gamma (in EX form), E-123 Omega (in NEO form)
Asgore = Vector
WD Gaster = Black Doom (with a bit of Gerald & Dr. Eggman)
If you consider a woman less pure after you have touched her. Then one thing is for sure, she is not the Problem. Since she was pure before you came over her with your filth; in hopes of gaining some of her purity, some part of herself. So reconsidere filthy thing, should not your hands be cleansed before you lay hand on her, should not your being hold itself back and try to be pure. So that if you touch her you might not stain her with filthy hands?
she’s not awake, but she’s not fully asleep either. she’s somewhere in between. it’s a state that has her pliant. susceptible. vulnerable. hannah is by no means coherent when he touches her, feels but doesn’t register the panting of his breath at the nape of her neck as he presses the hard length of his cock in to the swell of her ass. she exhales sharply as her bent leg is lifted, a quiet whine rolling from her tongue as she’s disturbed- but it’s not enough to draw her in to wakefulness. she is blissfully unaware as beau, desperate to feel the warmth of her cunt, fills her with his girth. but though she may not be entirely conscious for it, she still feels the pressure of his size, the stretch of her insides clinging to his cock, the head of it pushing deep within her where no one else, man or woman, has ever quite reached. hannah moaned, a drawn out sound that escaped her lips on a heavy breath as he started to move, thrusting in and out like an animal, rutting against her back as he held her leg aloft and filled her with his cock. her brow furrowed as she began to stir, face turning in toward the pillow as she struggled to make sense of her position, and she moaned again as her hips started to move of their own volition. hannah’s hand drifted down the flat of her stomach to her naval, fingertips leading her towards her cunt as she felt for what woke her. “w-what the f-” she groaned sleepily, before she was interrupted by a gasp, and she whimpered.
the youtube "stop drawing like this" community doesn't want you to know this but you can shade however you want forever btw. it doesn't have to make sense in fact you should actively be pissing people off with how inaccurate your light source is
[image id: a four-page comic. it is titled "immortality” after the poem by clare harner (more popularly known as “do not stand at my grave and weep”). the first page shows paleontologists digging up fossils at a dig. it reads, “do not stand at my grave and weep. i am not there. i do not sleep.” page two features several prehistoric creatures living in the wild. not featured but notable, each have modern descendants: horses, cetaceans, horsetail plants, and crocodilians. it reads, “i am a thousand winds that blow. i am the diamond glints on snow. i am the sunlight on ripened grain. i am the gentle autumn rain.” the third page shows archaeopteryx in the treetops and the skies, then a modern museum-goer reading the placard on a fossil display. it reads, “when you awaken in the morning’s hush, i am the swift uplifting rush, of quiet birds in circled flight. i am the soft stars that shine at night. do not stand at my grave and cry.” the fourth page shows a chicken in a field. it reads, “i am not there. i did not die” / end id]
a comic i made in about 15 hours for my school’s comic anthology. the theme was “evolution”
because sometimes there are invisible tests and invisible rules and you're just supposed to ... know the rule. someone you thought of as a friend asks you for book recommendations, so you give her a list of like 30 books, each with a brief blurb and why you like it. later, you find out she screenshotted the list and send it out to a group chat with the note: what an absolute freak can you believe this. you saw the responses: emojis where people are rolling over laughing. too much and obsessive and actually kind of creepy in the comments. you thought you'd been doing the right thing. she'd asked, right? an invisible rule: this is what happens when you get too excited.
you aren't supposed to laugh at your own jokes, so you don't, but then you're too serious. you're not supposed to be too loud, but then people say you're too quiet. you aren't supposed to get passionate about things, but then you're shy, boring. you aren't supposed to talk too much, but then people are mad when you're not good at replying.
you fold yourself into a prettier paper crane. since you never know what is "selfish" and what is "charity," you give yourself over, fully. you'd rather be empty and over-generous - you'd rather eat your own boundaries than have even one person believe that you're mean. since you don't know what the thing is that will make them hate you, you simply scrub yourself clean of any form of roughness. if you are perfect and smiling and funny, they can love you. if you are always there for them and never admit what's happening and never mention your past and never make them uncomfortable - you can make up for it. you can earn it.
don't fuck up. they're all testing you, always. they're tolerating you. whatever secret club happened, over a summer somewhere - during some activity you didn't get to attend - everyone else just... figured it out. like they got some kind of award or examination that allowed them to know how-to-be-normal. how to fit. and for the rest of your life, you've been playing catch-up. you've been trying to prove that - haha! you get it! that the joke they're telling, the people they are, the manual they got- yeah, you've totally read it.
if you can just divide yourself in two - the lovable one, and the one that is you - you can do this. you can walk the line. they can laugh and accept you. if you are always-balanced, never burdensome, a delight to have in class, champagne and glittering and never gawky or florescent or god-forbid cringe: you can get away with it.
you stare at your therapist, whom you can make jokes with, and who laughs at your jokes, because you are so fucking good at people-pleasing. you smile at her, and she asks you how you're doing, and you automatically say i'm good, thanks, how are you? while the answer swims somewhere in your little lizard brain:
how long have you been doing this now? mastering the art of your body and mind like you're piloting a puppet. has it worked? what do you mean that all you feel is... just exhausted. pick yourself up, the tightrope has no net. after all, you're cheating, somehow, but nobody seems to know you actually flunked the test. it's working!
theres actually no rules to transitioning and youre allowed to want contradictory things for your transition. it's fine if you only want some of the changes that come with hrt and take preventative measures for the rest (like wanting bottom growth but not body hair or vice versa). you can want to have vagina AND a dick. you can be a woman and want top surgery, or wear a packer. you can be a man and want to have a pussy. you can change your transition goals one or a million times or not have any goals at all and just take things as they come or as they feel right.