#I CANT SPELL

[on-the-clear-blue]

Dead Man's Diner pt3

Dick knew that Tim was sending him looks every few seconds.

How could he not? This places food names were honestly the best, if this was some kinda murder cult Dick would be so disappointed.

Glancing up over the menu at Danny, Dick smiled at the teen who had been whipping down the same cup for five minutes like some wild west bartender while trying very hard not to stare at the two vigilantes.

"Okay, I think I have made up my mind, Red you got what you wanted?" Finally meeting Tim's eyes, Dick mentally winced, Tim's eyes were doing that twitchy thing that happened sometimes...

"Yes. I am." Dick understand slightly but like...the puns weren't that bad

Out of the corner of his eye Dick saw Danny pop up, nearly slamming the mug he had been holding as he fumbled with a note pad, coming closer to the two, he did a pretty decent customer service smile as he waited.

Since Tim was having a problem with words, Dick went first.

"So, I'll have some Boo-berry Poltergeist pancakes, with two sunny side up eggs and a side of bacon?" Dick watched as Danny paused for a moment, let out a little laugh and then started to write before looking to Tim.

"I will have...Ugh, the Wraith waffles with the hunting hashbrowns on the side...please." Dick had seen Tim look less pained over being stabbed than say the wonderful puns.

"Alrighty, anything to drink before I head back and get started on your order?" Holding up a coffee jug in one hand and an orange juice jug in the other, Danny gave a slight smirk.

Perhaps it was the coffee but Tim looked a bit less pained after that.

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As he slapped down a few pieces of bacon, Danny totally didn't use his ghost powers to bring the bowl of pancake batter over closer as he scooped a ladle full on a freshly buttered side of the flat top, making sure it set first, Danny heard a beep from the frier, heading over he paused to see French fries in there as well.

Shaking his head, he dunked them all into the oil, and moved to set the timer only to see it already clicking down, "Oh um...thank you very much." Patting the deep frier, Danny moved back to the flat top as it let out a gurgling purr.

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Tim took all of five seconds after Danny rounded the corner into the back of the house to start whispering

"Wing, this place is mocking me. Apple apparition pie? Haunting Hashbrowns? Ethereal fucking eggs benedict." Hissing Tim shifted in his seat, "like I would get it if this place was ghost themed but it very clearly isnt! It is mocking me because I know this place doesn't exist!" Slamming a fist down on the counter, it very much thudded.

Sharing a look with Tim, Dick placed a hand on Tim's shoulder, "Buddy...I agree there is something up with this place but...I very much think it exists? Since we are kinda sitting here."

Dragging his hand down his face with a groan Tim leaned back in his seat, "I know and it is infuriating me..." Grabbing the coffee mug Tim looked at it with a not insignificant amount of distrust before taking a swig, pausing, than taking another, much slower sip, holding the mug with both hands as he lowered it down, staring at the dark liquid with a small glare.

"Red? You okay? Is that the bad coffee look ot oh shittake mushrooms that was poisoned look?" Dick said worryingly, looking to the cup of orange juice that was in front of him with suspicion.

"N-no...I" Tim's words cut off as he took a breath, "Just...tastes just like the kind Mom used to drink, came from this little town in Chile they passed through..." staring at the cup a little longer Tim shook his head, "They closed a few years back, the farmer that made it got killed by a drug cartel that wanted him to plant coca rather than coffee, it's just that this place should very much not have this."

There was a tension between the two vigilantes, Dick moving to speak before being cut off by Danny quickly coming out from the back.

"Order up! Got two pancakes for Mr. Nightwing, side of bacon and eggs and two waffles for Mr. Red Robin with some hasbrowns!" Setting each plate down in front of said vigilante, Danny gave them both a grin.

"And a side of Phantom fries for both of you on the house!"

After refilling the little bit missing out of Tim's cup, Danny seemed to be to there one second and back in the kitchen a moment later.

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"Phantom fries?" Danny whispered to himself as he started to clean off the griddle, a grin on his face as he did, he might of left the hero business, but oh God was it funny, he wondered if other people got the same fun out of it.

Checking out on he customers through the small window to the front, Danny felt his core thrum at the sight of the two eating, it was a different kind of thrum that he got while protecting people, this one...this one gave him a full body shudder and cleared a fog in his mind he didn't even he had.

Shaking his head, Danny tried not to let the purr building in his chest out.

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Screw the worries that Tim had, Dick was having the time of his life.

"We can't tell the others about this place Red...Little wing would try and place it in the Alley and B might try and buy it cus holy guacamole this shit is good..." Dick had dug in after Tim's wrist mounted computer had tested the food for any known poisons which said that there weren't any, but still went and saved a few samples for further analysis at the Cave.

Dick didn't know why but the pancakes tasted like those that Alfred made the first week he had been at the manor, he had gotten upset at Brcue and hid in the attic all day, but Alfred managed to lure him down with the promise of blueberries in his pancakes.

They were perfectly fluffy, butter soaked with that little edge around it that was crunchy, the berries were tart enough to battle the maple syrup and...it was just like how Dick remembered.

Shaking his head as he finished up his food, Dick threw a look over at Tim, who was hunched over his empty plate, holding his mug of coffee closer, at Dicks questioning look the teen spoke.

"We have to leave Wing something is just...off about this place, its...they taste like when my dad used to make breakfast after coming home from a dig...has to be brain waves or mind reading or..." Tim continued to ramble on, ideas flowing out of him like a water fall.

By the time that Danny went back to check on the two, they were gone.

[captainjade101]

I need a fic where it's just Batfam reacting to the original batman 1966 show, specifically the one where batman and joker have a surfing competition.

I like to imagine there reaction

Jason slowly turning to Bruce: you surfed with the guy who MURDERED ME!

Bruce shrugging: it was the only way

Jason pulling his hair: ONLY WAY

Tim slowly pulling out photos: I mean-

Damian: TT I'm sure there's a good reason otherwise.... I don't want to be the blood son

Alfred: Master Bruce was the president of the surfing association

*everyone except Dick and Barbra slowly turning* wtf

[marzzapan]

[captainhufflepuff501-blog]

More Oni!

I just did a chart of all the Oni that were in the show I'm still upset Wu still doesn't have a Oni form I feel like he dose we just hadn't seen it yet

And in the process just realized that there are only two full Oni that are named please dragons rising I NEED to see more Oni! Gimme the lore!

[chaosthestinky]

lwttucinf letticjng lettucinf letccyk lettucinf lettucinf wiwtxkmt lettucinf letttu ifin lettucing

[puriteenism]

I need to write Jason Grace never using contractions and talking like a robot....for my health

[pokipopii]

why are the BFDI contestants getting depressed?

Why are the BFDI contestants getting depressed? When is it time to stop competing?

So, I saw the episode Seasonal Shift and I’m sure you have too. But if you haven’t, that episode is going to be referenced. 

So, in season one, BFDI, these characters seemed like they were just silly guys having a lighthearted competition for a prize. Right? And during this season, that’s all it was. Friendships were being made, alliances, and most importantly, they seemed to be having a good time. Even if they weren’t the ones winning. The problems really started happening when the TLC got involved. The area in which the contestants go when they’re eliminated. 

The failed debuters and the eliminated contestants were placed into the box for the entirety of the season, but during the season they switched to the LOL (locker of losers). But why mention the elimination area? They got fed bread, and they even got a window. But what I’d like to mention is in BFDIA, the second season, pillow, one of the failed debuters and one of the people left in the LOL. In episode “pointy,pointy,pointy” Pillow, the character known for infamously being a murder says the line “enough killing, I would never advocate for that”. But what made the shift between BFDIA and BFB? Well, possibly the change of heart is just mental issues. I mean, she was in the LOL for awhile. 

But if this was caused by going a little bit crazy in the metal box that is the LOL, than it surely couldn’t get any worse. I mean, even in BFDIA the constants still seem happy and eager to compete. Until time goes on. Because sure, in the season there’s been conflict, and fighting, with a tinge of backstabbing. At some points more literal than metaphorical. But nothing compares to the newest episode, “Airplanes in The Night Sky”. Because the competition gets way too serious. The episode started with the lighthearted simple challenge as it usually did. Tennis ball won a token to split up Pin and Coiny. During the episode, Pin jumps at the chance to kill to win, and betray her own friend.

The competition isn’t just a friendly sport anymore. It’s ruining friendships. And this is most clear with FreetSmart. Eliminations and competition are the cause of their slow fallout. Choosing who deserves to stay in the alliance, pressuring each other into situations, and expecting too much from each other. The fallout of FreeSmart, even as I loved the team, was an expected result to their circumstances. The competition even split up the bonds between Firey and Leafy, as well as Match and Pencil. I mean, Match and Pencil both spent time in the LOL and the EXIT. I’d act like Pencil too. 

But that’s the thing. Let’s take the two exitors that got into TPOT for example, Pencil and Liy. They went through the same thing, but have responded to it very differently, but yet have similar responses. Pencil has gone rogue, trying anything and everything to win challenges just to stay in the game and away from eliminations. She’s a nervous wreck and she’s very clearly traumatized from the whole thing. She wants to avoid memories of the EXIT, such as anyone who was there, and Four himself, but Liy has gone about her need not to lose differently. She’s forming bonds, making friends, and being more careful who she stays around. She’s being a supportive team player.

And this makes sense, because people who have had trauma, no matter how similar their stories may be. They respond to their experiences differently. But now we know just how damaging it is for their mental health to be trapped in an elimination area, what can we do? Even Two, the objectively better and kinder host traps people. But I’m pretty sure he’ll at least set them free after. But hey, maybe I’m overreacting to these details.

[rins-batcave]

oh yall my pride club/newspaper teacher told me i should be the president of the USA

lol

i think it was a compliment?

i got voted most likely to be priminister in 2nd grade and thats lowkey my biggest flex /j

[captainjade101]

[preqvelle]

[blossombambi]

Still mad at last years spotify wrapped

[theriverbeyond]

just spent 2 hours making this for a joke please appreciate it (aka what if john made a carrd to promote his cult)

[briecheese-3]

9-5;5-9

(ariana grande reference)

a/n:

this is not prechecked, horrible writing and spelling, i had a dream abt my crush and had to repkace him with peter parker so i was rushing to not forget it!! please let me know how i did 💋 thanks loves!!

warnings: p in v, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), fingering, riding, lemme know if i missed anything!!!!

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even a part time job sucks. you would think it would be easier, hence the part time and minimum wage thing, but no. another hour and you wouldve been dead from exhaustion. somehow, though, your boyfriend peter parker was able to keep his energy up all day long. not only that, but your cute, sweet, nerdy boyfriend kept his dick up almost all day long too. he couldnt pass you behind the counter without the whisper of a touch following him, sending shivers down your spine. you couldnt find a moment of silence that wasnt interrupted by a whisper of his thoughts. it was torture for both of you. finally though the clock hits 4. you and peter get off at the same time so he can take you home. your dorm wasnt far from the shop.

peter is like a demon the way he finds parking spots. theyre always secluded, shaded, and free. this time its a little parking garage about a minute walk to your building. his hand on your thighs the entire ride slid a little closer to where you needed him most the closer you got to your destination. the closer his hand slipped, the more you started to loose your resolve. when peter finally parked you felt his hand hovering over me, the spot that you needed him to touch before you lost your mind. he looked at you, his pupils blown, desire clenched into his face. “can i please touch you?” he was practically begging.

you needed this man as soon as possible. you spread your legs and push your hips up into his hand. he smiled at the action but moved his hand, “i need to hear you say it.” you sighed in frustration, he was taking far too long. “please touch me peter.” his eyes darkened with the whine in your voice and he smirked before slipping his hand underneath the thin fabric of your skirt, then finding purchase on the waistband of your panties, before ripping them off you without a thought. “is this all for me baby?” he asked while slipping his fingers between your folds and feeling what he did to you. “its all you petey” you moaned out, his first finger entering you easily. he pumped his finger in and out a few times before adding another, making you moan out. one of your hands gripped his wrist, nothing letting him pull away, and the other was wrapped around his biceps, your nails leaving crescent shapes in his smooth skin. soon enough, hes curling his fingers into and your stomach is knotting up, ready to come undone at any second. immediately he feels you clenching around him and places his thumb on your clit, adding so much stimulation you come apart in his arms, a moaning mess. once you come down a little bit, you notice his arms now around you, wondering when they got there. the second thing you noticed, which made your mouth water, was his dick, hard and strained against his pants. just looking at the tent it made, you licked your lips. peter watched you with lust filled eyes. he grabbed your waist and pulled you into his lap, leaning his chair back and down. you make a mental note to thank whoever made high ceiling cars. once your were comfortably situated, you unbuttoned his pants for him and pulled them down just enough to free his cock, which falls onto his stomach, already dripping with pre. your not sure, but pretty sure you drooled. his arms were sitting behind his head and he was staring at you. your eyes never left his as you reached down and palmed him, stroking him a few times before pushing yourself up and lining him up to your hole. he moaned feeling you against him, and lost his control. he bucked up into you and grabbed your hips hard enough to bruise them. you knew there was gonna be marks later. peter is pounding into you while you moaned on top of him. you grabbed the bottom of his shirt and pulled it off his chest as fast as you could, and continued to dig your nails into his chest. you bit and licked the soft spots on his neck, his chest, his shoulders, and especially his collarbone. he groaned into your neck. “such a good little slut arent you? taking my cock like a good girl. your markin me up for every other girl to see arent you baby?” you moaned into his chest, his words leaking right down to your croch. you felt yourself winding up again, clenching around him harder and making him moan out in such a pretty way. you kissed his lips with enough power to clash teeth. it was messy and hot and pure. youare so in love with this man.

he doesnt stop though. too caught up in his pleasure, he abuses your whole past what you can take and suddenly you feel another orgasm coming on. your too fucked out too even speak. you whimper into his chest and whisper unintelligible ~peters~ “cmon baby just one more be my good girl and cum one more time for me yeah?” thats all you need to hear sent over the edge. you feel him thrust into you one last time before releasing his thick, hot load into you. he lets you come down on his chest and finally pulls out, both of you groaning at the loss of warmth. he helps you get back into the passenger seat and puts your panties on you. he gets out and walks to your side of the car. he opens the door, grabs your bag, and surprises you by picking you up full bridal carry. honestly thiugh, your much too tired to protest. you almost fall asleep in his arms on the way back. he lets you sleep. he knows how drained you are from work and school and family. he opens your door, takes your shoes off, your socks, your clothes. he helps you into the shower and cleans you. he dries you off and helps you put on your pajamas. he even carries you to bed and lays down with you. you drift off in his arms. comfortable, content, safe. just before you drift off, you swear you hear peter whisper, “i love you y/n” you drift off just to dream about him.

[breadscrisis]

@violet-crimsolver

shoebox aquired

GRRR I CAN'T SPELL

[local-loser-clown]

How they decide what to wear to their wedding

Dragon was serious about the dress

I've been wanting to stuff Dragon in a dress for so long and finally got motivated to actually do it

[notalotjustforevr]

wiege,,,,,where are you wiege,,,,,,,save me,,,,,save me wiege,,,,