#Reaming

[whatkindofnameisella]

can you believe that we have fanfiction. that we have websites dedicated to fanfiction. that there is a place that you can go and read tens, hundreds, thousands and thousands of pieces of writing that strangers have made. people who are not "writers". people who come home at the end of the day and have feelings and say, i am going to put that into words. i am going to share those words. short, long, sweet, sad, horny, funny, wonderful words. we are all just human and we all love to make and remake and share that with others. can you believe that.

[changesmadeeasy]

[prokopetz]

[reamed]

dont share ur good music taste with people who dont deserve it

[little-pondhead]

[this is kind of a messy ramble, sorry about that]

Demon Twins AU, except Danny is loyal to the League.

The League of Assassins is a “cult” for a reason. They know what they’re doing. Ra’s has been around for a very long time; he’s seen every trick in the book and then some.

So when his daughter Talia gave him two, near-identical twin grandsons, he had already planned out their lives by the time the sun had set on their first day living. He knew the plans weren’t perfect. Nothing ever went exactly how he wanted it to. But that was the joy of being absolutely fucking ancient. Ra’s adapted better than anyone. If something went wrong, Ra’s will simply work around the issue and live to see another day.

So the boys were raised as he wished. Ruthless, with sharp blades and even sharper wit. They matched each other in every way, blow for blow. Neither won more than the other, and Ra’s encouraged the competition between the twins. Eventually, the battle for title of Heir came, and Damian won that particular match.

Danny was fine with this. Thrilled, even, for his brother to earn the title of Heir. The boys were very close, and worked well to take down targets twice their size. Ra’s approved this, and granted Danny title of Shadow. He was to be Damian’s eternal shadow, a guard. Both Talia and the boys were pleased with this.

But then came the time for the boys to learn how to live without each other. They’d gotten too used to someone guarding their back. Too complacent and too confident in their roles. Ra’s knew it would happen, and so sent Danny off at a very young age to live with some sleeper agents in America.

The Fentons.

Damian would stay here, with Talia, to learn how to be the perfect Heir. He needed to learn how to fight without the assistance of his brother.

Danny would go to Amity Park, and be fostered by the Fentons. He needed to put his skills to practical use and learn how to live without constant orders.

This was their Test.

Damian did quite well, for a while. Until Talia sent him off to his birth father, The Bat. Reports on his behavior declined in quality after that, and Ra’s couldn’t help but feel dissatisfaction with how the Heir had been corrupted.

Danny’s reports were always immaculate, however. His mask never slipped, and he’d worked himself into the hearts of the townspeople. The sleeper agents, Jack and Maddie, had a daughter who was quite enthusiastic about the properties of the mind, and accept Ra’s instructions to teach Danny with ease. It was the ideal situation.

In Ra’s eyes, Danny was thriving. Damian was not.

And then Ra’s died. The League was in shambles. Damian was at peace with his family, away from the cult he grew up in. He assumed Danny had defected years ago, since their mother stopped giving him reports about his twin.

Then Danny showed up at the Wayne’s doorstep, decked out in full League attire, angry and hostile.

“Tell me, dear brother,” he spat. “Why did you not inform me that Grandfather had died? I had to find out through his spirit when it came to visit from the afterlife!”

Damian didn’t know what to say.

[ariadne-mouse]

If Fearne gets to meet Caleb and/or Beau and successfully picks their pockets (please!), I desperately want Matt to let Liam and Marisha decide what little character tidbits they might be carrying

[morganbritton132]

Eddie is filming a reminder to his fans about Corroded Coffin’s limited edition merch but gets interrupted when Steve storms into their bedroom and starts digging through the closet.

Eddie, mid-promo: What are you doing?

Steve, pulling the nail bat out of the closet: I’m going to kill our neighbor

Eddie: Diane?!

Steve: Wha- No, Dan.

Eddie: Oh… why?

Steve: I know that fucker popped Ozzy’s swimming pool

Eddie: Steve-

Steve: No, that asshole has complained every time I’ve blown that pool up for Oz. I go inside for ten minutes and suddenly it has a hole in it? It’s the middle of fucking summer, Eddie, and a hundred degrees outside. If I want my dog to be able to cool down in some water while I do yard work then he should be able to!

Steve: I know he popped it so I’m going to *twirls bat* pop his head off his goddamn shoulders

Eddie, reluctantly because Steve’s kinda hot when he’s seething with rage: …why don’t you cool down and let me talk to Dan.

[glassrunner]

Elden Ring [4/∞]

Cerulean Coast

[robiniswriting]

rose and clara’s downfalls are the same — they thought they could stay with the doctor forever, that they could BE the doctor. the two of them fall in love with the doctor’s youthful facade. with rose, he leaned in to the illusion, even regenerating into a version of himself he designed for her, while with clara, he tried not to repeat that mistake — instead, he regenerates into a more honest version of himself, and clara reacts the same way I imagine rose would. she is shocked and unnerved, trying to connect the version of him she knew to the one standing in front of her now.

and then the doctor clearly tells her that he isn’t her boyfriend. but also that it wasn’t her mistake. he fell in love, and wanted desperately for her to be his equal, but he couldn’t lie to himself. he couldn’t repeat the mistakes he made with rose. he couldn’t continue to deny the truth of who he was — to deny that in any relationship with a human, no matter how kind and intelligent and wise, there is an insurmountable power differential between them.

the doctor is so much older than them both. so much vaster. both clara and rose make the same mistake. had the doctor been honest with rose, I wouldn’t be surprised if her story went very similarly to clara’s — after all, there’s no way in hell she would have ever left the doctor’s side willingly. like clara, she would have been shocked, but she would have stuck by him, and yet eventually, trying to be his equal would get her lost or killed, just as it did to her originally. just as it did to clara.

they are so similar, these women who love the doctor. and there is no denying that the doctor loves them back. but too often people ignore the power dynamics of those relationships, pretend like rose and/or clara were the doctor’s true equals. those people are missing the point of their endings, missing the fact that in the end, while rose tyler and clara oswald were brilliant, they shared the same flaw — they were human, and the doctor was not. is not. he couldn’t be, no matter how hard he tried.

[scarleart]

₊˚ ━☆* can we just sit and talk for a moment about how ellie is a fucking feen for creamers???? i mean aye squirting is nice n all to ellie but she’s wayyy more into the creaming girlies like cmon now. she’ll be so fucking feral and downright obsessed with the way ur gummy walls would swallow her in, the white cream of ur essence forming a ring around her four fingers that were buried so, so deep in ur lil abused pussy :(

she would be moaning and whimpering at the feeling of you just absolutely gushing the sopping substance onto her hands. ellie just drunk and dazed off ur pretty pussy.

her other veiny hand clasping at the back of ur head, grabbing the hair there and forcing your head to look down at the sight of her pumping you so so good.

“ohh fuckk, look at that greedy fucking pussy of yours” ellie would brokenly gasp, mouth hung wide open as she continued to pound into your sloppy cunt. just relishing in your incoherent babbles and cries that rang in the air.

“yeah? jus’ look at that messy cunt takin’ me, all four of my fingers. bet you wouldn’t care if i stuff you full with my whole fist huh?” OMG you were so close to practically melting apart right then and there at her filthy words.

and she would not fucking stop. her mouth was so recklessly nasty and it was driving you absolutely insane. ur brain would be all mushy and only filled with thoughts of ellie (⋟﹏⋞), ellie ellie ellie ellie.

at the sound of ur cry, ellie smirks widely

“huh baby? y’ like the sound of me fuckin this pretty pussy with my fist? god, you’re fuckin’ disgusting” at her degrading chuckle, you got impossibly more wet.

it was something about ellie degrading you that made you want to explode everywhere. her low, husky voice just saying the nastiest shit right in ur ear, the sight of her fucking you, gosh it was all just too much!

ellie then pulled her digits out of you, memorized at the sight of you on her fingers. you’ve completely ruined her hand.

“s—shit” ellie couldn’t help but let her fingers fly into her mouth, the white substance taking over her tastebuds. getting every last drop

“so good, baby. so so good, this perfect cunt”

[psikonauti]

Carducius Plantagenet Ream (American,1838 - 1917)

Dessert no. 4,1870

[fine-arts-gallery]

Dessert No. 4 (1861-1897) by Carducius Plantagenet Ream.

[fox-teeth]

This semester I’ve been trying to print a ~500 copy edition of Basilisk (store link), and after a month of work and blood, sweat and tears…I’ve completed 1 ream out of 8.

[fattributes]

Banana Split Ice Cream Pie

[girlwhodoeskratom]

Tara Yodit Abate & Rebecca Ream @ Chantal Thomass Fall/Winter, 1992 Ready-to-Wear

[seapotty]

Putting on a show