#a thing

[sp0o0kylights]

Steve and Robin hold hands when they fight. 

It was Robin's idea. Her defense is offense and well, Dustin's said it before and he'll say it again.

Robin can be mean. 

Steve on the other hand, can sling insults all day and take even more, but he hits a wall when it comes to a real, serious argument with someone he loves.

He'll hold his own for about ten minutes and then just start falling apart-- catastrophizing in his head, going silent, and eventually steamrolling his own emotions just so no ones mad at him anymore.

They realized pretty quickly they needed a better way to handle their problems.

The solution?

Hold hands any time shit gets serious, so they both know no matter what, they're still friends who love each other.

Hard to be an asshole when your fingers are linked to your besties.

It helps solve a lot of problems and the entire party is long used to it.

Incidentally, this is how Steve both wins his first real right with Eddie after they've become friends and accidentally comes out to him--because when things got heated, Steve reached for Eddie's hand.

Took it with his, and wrapped their fingers together.

Eddie, who has seen Steve and Robin do it countless times and knew exactly what it meant, looked down at their joined hands and practically short circuited.

Steve caught sight of Eddie's slack jaw, followed his gaze down and then blushed bright red.

Tried to take his hand back, except Eddie wouldn't let him.

Instead, he once again proved his own theory of being a coward wrong by not only ending their argument and apologizing, but by starting a feelings discussion.

(They both end up confessing and Robin laughs so hard she has to sit down when Steve tells her what happened.)

[trekkele]

A list of theories as to why Martha Wayne’s Pearls scattered Like That, despite the fact that real pearls are knotted individually on the strand to prevent Precisely That Sort Of Thing from happening [incomplete]:

One: Martha chose not to wear her real pearls to the theatre that night, as it was a night where there was no one to impress. The string snapped because the pearls were not real, and Martha died for a $100 set you could pick up at Macy’s.

Two: The Pearls, upon understanding this was a symbolic moment in at least one Wayne’s future [and two Wayne’s end], chose to disregard their quality for the sake of a Dramatic Tableau.

Three: no more then three pearls ever snapped off the strand, but to a boy watching his mother choke on her own blood, gasping his name into the suddenly silent night, three pearls was enough.

Four: an opportunistic officer slipped the pearls off Marthas neck as she was loaded into the morgue van, figuring Bruce would not have the wherewithal to miss them. The pearls were subsequently reported as lost, having probably rolled down the drain in the following chaos. Only three were ever recovered, having become stuck in the puddle of blood that was under Martha Wayne’s head.

Five: the pearls, a set Thomas Wayne picked up as an engagement gift and a promise when Wayne industries was collapsing and his fortune nonexistent, were fake, and Martha adored them far more then any of the expensive jewels he was eventually able to afford. She made a habit of wearing them on family outings. Martha died for the sentimental value of a $100 set you could pick up at Macy’s.

Six: the pearls where not real. Martha was wearing diamonds that night. Bone, when exposed to moonlight and the horrified tears of an eight year old, shines like pearls. 

[the-modern-typewriter]

if you like, would you do a snippet about the daughter of a vampire hunter who frees a captive vampire from her father?

The vampire looked only a little older than her. Seventeen, maybe. Eighteen. Myna knew that didn't count for much - you couldn't tell a vampire's age just by looking at them, but still.

She was beautiful too, of course, in the way that all vampires in some way were. Her bloody eyes were striking, ethereal things that tracked Myna's every movement into the room. They paused on the keys clutched tightly in Myna's hand and then flicked to her face. The vampire's head tilted.

Myna stopped in front of her, just out of reach.

"Will you attack me if I release you?" Myna asked.

"Would you believe me if I said no?"

It was a good question. Myna wet her lips, nervously, and the vampire's gaze darted to those next.

"No," the vampire said. "I have no desire to linger here, not even to hurt him."

But the vampire did want to hurt her father. That much was obvious, but also understandable. Maybe Myna was making a mistake. Maybe she was under a thrall that was simply masquerading itself as morality, because though desire was more insidious it was easier to resist. Maybe she would only know when the vampire was gone, and she could think clearly, or maybe she would always wonder.

Myna hesitated, shifting her grip on the keys.

"He hurts you."

"He does not like my kind."

"Your kind are monsters."

"And your father's behaviour is monstrous." The vampire shrugged, light and almost careless. Almost. She raised a delicate eyebrow. "But you know that or you wouldn't be thinking about doing what you're doing."

Myna gulped.

She'd been raised to believe that vampires were pure predator, unnatural and evil, but the more she had actually seen of them the less she could possibly believe that true. The less she saw of...her the less Myna could believe it.

Her father said that was how vampires operated. They mimicked passion, love, the human things to ensure their own safety.

Myna usually felt like she was faking it too, though.

Most of the other girls at school thought hunting was archaic, barbaric. It also felt an entirely different thing to kill a vampire and to keep one one captive for weeks on end in a converted wine cellar.

Most girls always seemed to know what to say, while Myna felt like her script had got lost somewhere and so she kept reading her cues all wrong.

If faking was the standard for being inhuman, for being evil, then what did that make her?

"How old are you?" It was a silly question, in the grand scheme of absolutely everything.

The vampire blinked. "Twenty three."

It felt ancient. It felt a world away. Twenty three meant life away from her father's house and no more school and the freedom to do whatever she wanted. She knew, though, that it wasn't very long at all. She knew what a human lifespan was supposed to be. She knew how old vampires could get.

"How old are you?" The vampire's tone was strangely soft.

"Sixteen."

"Sixteen," the vampire echoed. A wistful sort of smile curled her lips. "Sweet sixteen girl."

"I'm not sweet."

"No." The vampire said it almost musingly. "You're something much more enticing. More interesting."

Enticing. Interesting.

Myna cleared her throat. She felt heat rise, ridiculous and unbidden to her cheeks, and stepped closer. She was glad she didn't fumble the locks, but her heartbeat still picked up the second the metal hit the floor.

She scurried back swiftly, even as she was aware her swiftness was a snail compared to what the vampire was.

The vampire stood, slowly, even to Myna's human eyes, like she was trying not to scare her.

"Thank you." The vampire seemed a little unsure. She wet her lips in turn, and Myna's gaze darted treacherously to them. "It gets better," she said. "I promise."

Myna looked down, because the words weren't what she'd expected and she didn't know what exactly she'd wanted. "You should go."

When she glanced up again, the vampire stood right in front of her, barely a breath away. Myna's breath caught.

"You could come with me," the vampire said. "Your father will be angry with you for freeing me."

Myna's stomach churned, but she squared her shoulders. "He won't hurt me."

"Tell him I thralled you," the vampire said. She reached her hand up, pressing the pad of her thumb over Myna's bottom lip. "He'll believe it."

"Uhuh."

The vampire smiled; wicked and feral and everything that Myna thought she might be too, if she was only brave enough. The vampire pressed the sweetest of kisses to Myna's lips.

"All a vampire is," the vampire whispered, "is everything human with the volume turned up. Your father doesn't like what is reflected back when he thinks of us. Humans can be awful."

"And me?" Myna managed.

"You," the vampire said, "will be feral when you finally get around to unlocking your own cage. I look forward to it, sweet sixteen."

Then, she was gone.

And Myna could taste power on her tongue.

[k1ngtok1]

Mood board for the past week of my life

[somerandomdudelmao]

The fact that the new episode is just titled “Donnie” while all the other names are basically poetry is. A thing.

[carduelism]

[raevulsix]

To be continued.

✨ He about to get beat, ngl. Thanks for my friend Em for helping out with Tech’s Dialogue. ✨

PT 1 | PT 2 |

[magentasnail]

drawctober 12 - big

a bit of a weird one, ngl just the past few days I've been thinking of the concept of a guardian angel, and that's what I got

[snippit-crickit]

man,,,, im living for tags like these and reading them, it means a lot!! I certainly dont mind thank you:]]

also! Im using pts so, -first i add some noise -then i go into filters>pixelization>crystalise -after that i added a sharpen filter and thats pretty much it, i like the pastel like effect that it gives off:D

[yourtwistedlies]

found these online-. we love dex <3 we need a dex appreciation month. our technopath is always working behind the scenes. dex deserves the world <3 our cinnamon roll. also- apologies in advance, i couldn’t resist the 2nd one.

[padfootastic]

WIP WEDNESDAY

i’m doing this for the heck of it, bc i have an active wip for the first time in…5? 6? years and i’m so, so giddy about it hehehe

“This is your house?”

“Er- yes?”

“You didn’t think that was worth mentioning yesterday?” Harry asked.

“You—didn’t ask?” Sirius replied, his grey eyes open deliberately wide.

Harry snorted—that innocent act could work on someone who didn’t know him. He got up, instead, to pull his drowsy godfather into the chair he’d just vacated, carefully navigating him around the floating cutlery and assorted members.

Before Mrs. Weasley could, he went up to the counter and grabbed a plate for Sirius, adding just a little extra of everything for him. He hadn’t had time to think - much - about this yesterday but he wasn’t happy with how skinny Sirius was, at all. It’d been over two years since he’d escaped Azkaban and though he was on the run, that didn’t mean he wasn’t without friends and allies. He shouldn’t be this skinny and that he was- it meant that he wasn’t taking care of himself, nor was anyone else.

No wonder, Harry was here for a month and he was going to do the job. He knew a little something about starvation, after all. That thought motivated him to increase the roasted veggies and fruit, and remove the bacon entirely. He placed the finished meal with a cup of light tea in front of his godfather, who was awake enough to be bemused.

“Er, Harry?”

“You need to eat properly,” Harry said, briskly. “You’re too skinny.”

Sirius blinked. “I—feel like that’s my line.”

“Too bad, finders keepers.” He took advantage of the confusion created by his words to tuck a fork into Sirius’ hand and sat down opposite him so he could keep an eye on his eating habits. Since this was the first time, he didn’t expect to know exactly what and how much Sirius ate and any future meals would depend on his current habits so it was necessary to understand those.

“Harry, dear, you didn’t have to do that,” Mrs. Weasley said kindly.

“I know, Mrs. Weasley. I wanted to,” he shrugged. He turned back to his godfather. “So, your house?”

[tiramegtoons]

"Well, guess that explains why you're in mine. Skill issue." "SIIIIGHHH.. GO TO SLEEP." "Fine." "Love you~"

[riisada]

ok i mean this in like. THE LEAST KINKY WAY POSSIBLE. this is not a kink. (there's a lot of talk abt ass but like in a nonsexual way) I REPEAT. THIS IS NOT A KINK. THIS IS SFW NOT GET OFF MY ASS.

ok. AND SPEAKING OF ASSES. gojo satoru is absolutely DELIGHTED when he finds out you have a ticklish ass.

(AGAIN. THIS IS NOT SOME KINKY THING GO AWAY.)

satoru loves to smack your ass in a nonsexual way just to see you get angry and swat him away. but imagine his mischievous smirk of GLEE when he drags his nails down your ass and you SNORT.

hes immediately throwing you down onto the couch and straddling your waist so you cant get up. he then gently drags his nails all over your ass and absolutely DELIGHTS in the snorts and squeals you let out.

"does my pretty girl have a ticklish ass? yeah? *chuckles* coochie coochie coo baby~"

HES SUCH A TEASE OMFG STFU.

"i didnt even know you could be ticklish here! wow you really are super sensitive, huh?"

STOP.

just continuously drags his nails all around and over your ass as you just helplessly laugh and squeal.

[jestroer]

Hello everybody today i present to you a fanart for I Compare Thee to a Dog from MVGFIC series which i LOVE by @zombiiehorse (freaking read it its so good). Funky little guys! ^_^

[firerose]

„ It`s the things we love most that destroy us“

Hey Callum how are you :)

[pencilbrony]

Hey I have a bluesky now