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[normalaboutorcas908]

“Could L have stopped Walter White”

“Could Benoit Blanc have stopped Kira”

Blah blah blah ENOUGH. We have to ask the real questions—

Could Saul Goodman get Light off? And barring that how much would Light’s sentence be reduced?

[samble-moved]

post itself

false flags

trans/adjacent tags

accessibility features

tumblr live post (thanks for the link, @problemnyatic)

flashing / strobing / lights

unblockable flashing ad

buying ad free

staff @/macmanx guilt trip

list of staff + more issues

[ao3-crack]

(x)

[martiniluvr]

18+ minors dni

★・・・★・・・★・・・★

bartender!dick grayson who spots you leaning against the bar one night in a tantalising red dress, trying to shrug off some drunk loser who keeps insisting you let him buy you a drink. dick steps in to suggest that maybe the guy’s had enough for one night, and it’s time to head home. he pauses there, but his eyes finish the sentiment—leave, or I’ll make you.

bartender!dick grayson who gets to chatting with you once the asshole’s gone, quickly realising you two have some pretty serious chemistry. he offers to make you a dirty vodka martini, claiming it’s his specialty. “it’s on the house,” he promises with a wink.

bartender!dick grayson whose eyes darken slightly as he watches your lips tease the rim of the glass, barely noticing the way you’re staring at his black t-shirt pulled taut over his muscular frame. your skin is hot, and you don’t think it’s from the vodka. he tells you he’s off at 11:30, a suggestive smirk on his face.

bartender!dick grayson who leaves sloppy kisses down your neck as soon as you’re through his apartment door. his large hands roam your body and squeeze the soft flesh of your ass, holding you flush against his muscular torso.

bartender!dick grayson who has your legs around his head within minutes of getting you sprawled out on his bed, your pretty red dress crumpled up around your waist as he devours your needy cunt with all the ferocity of a starved lion.

bartender!dick grayson who turns you over to fuck you from behind, just so he can watch your glossy pussy grip his cock like a vice as he pulls out of you slowly, before sinking back into you hard. he groans at the filthy sounds you make for him, gripping your hips to ground himself.

bartender!dick grayson who gives you the best orgasm you’ve ever had, even though you’ve known him for less than three hours. he talks you through it as you tremble around his length, his tone almost cocky—“fuck, look at you, sweetheart. feels good, doesn’t it? all for me, huh?”

bartender!dick grayson who grits his teeth as he pulls out of you to cum over your pretty ass, knowing he’d much rather fill you up and watch you drip instead. maybe next time, he tells himself with a smirk, knowing you’ll be back again for more.

[willgrahamscock]

They watch Cock.

They’ve been watching her for quite some time now, admir- assessing her.

They hate her.

Hate the way she styles her hair. Hate her smile and her laugh. Hate that they want to hold her hand-

They hate her. Hate hate hate her!

They watch as she sits at a table to eat her lunch with her friends, comfortable with the sometimes chaotic group.

They wonder if she looks even prettier up close.

One day, they make their move. They’re going to let her know they hate her!

But before that, they want to be sure that her pronouns are really she/her.. They don’t want to be disrespectful- Well, they want to be disrespectful! Just… not in that way..

They leave a note at her usual table and leave.

The next day, when they see that Cock left some words scribbled on the post-it, they hold their breath.

They let it out when they realize that they got her pronouns right.

After that, they take a few hours to gather their courage, before leaving another note at the table and leaving.

Only when they’re at their house do they realize they.. didn’t express their hate in that second note.

Nervously, they go back at the table, secretly hoping Cock had hadn’t seen that note.

Their heart thundering, they peek at the note, their breath stuttering. Three small words, written in her pretty handwriting change… everything.

‘Take your time’

They don’t realize that as they leave, note tucked next to their heart, that Cock managed, without even seeing them, to put a smile on their face.

-🖋️

Did you just write an enemies to lovers fanfic about me and my polite anon hater? You’re all batshit on this website …. *blushing and kicking my feet*

[bread-that-draws]

Flowey’s so funny and has me so fucked up like he’s a talking flower. He tries to kill you upon your first interaction. He is ten years old. He is damaged beyond repair. He’s a flower named Flowey. He’s become friends with every single character. He’s killed all of them countless times. He knows everything about everyone. He doesn’t care anymore. He takes care of his mom when she can’t take care of herself. He’s killed her before. He doesn’t care if you kill her. He thinks she’s trying to replace him. He just wants to be himself again. He wants to destroy everything. He hates you. You’re the only one who understands him. He wants his best friend back. He’s terrified of them. He believes in kill or be killed because he died by giving mercy to the wrong person. He believes himself to be the wrong person. He doesn’t understand when you show him that kindness he showed others, even when you know he could kill you for it. He’s tried every route. He asks you if you have anything better to do when you try to do the same. He’s a direct reflection of the player. He’s a fucking talking flower named flowey and his only voice line is by Ronald McDonald and his officially licensed plush does a little dance for you

[regenderated]

"rank the doctors" based on what!? which one is my favourite? which one i think is objectively the best? which one is most fuckable? which one has the nicest voice? best costume? best actor? best writing?

[im-totally-not-an-alien-2]

"Let's play a game of 'How well do you know your kids?'" The being shouted, eyebrow still twitching from Robins latest remark.

"I know all my children perfectly." Batman growled at the entity. He held his ground as the spirits (demons?) smile sharpened, "Than you won't mind!"

A puff of purple glowy smoke engulfs then entire area and the next thing anyone knows is that all of Bruces children, even the ones who weren't with them previously, are locked inside magical cages while Batman is trapped in a invisible mime box with a podium and a microphone in what is quite possibly the most garish game show set up ever.

Why was everything neon green and purple? Why was the guy neon green and purple? Who were these other kids-gdi Bruce! You have more kids?

Danny could just transform and beat up the ghost. Its a pretty weak one after all. But this one doesn't seem to recognize him as a halfa and this seemed like the perfect opportunity to do his homework without being attacked.

Jason stared at the kid next to him. What kinda life did this kid have to calmly get out his math homework and start solving problems while being held hostage by an unknown entity?! And with the bats no less?!

All the while Batman is getting peppered with questions about his kids and is realizing he doesn't recognize a few of the names.

[shepscapades]

7. Lincolnshire Posy: II. — Composed by Percy Grainger, Performed by the Dallas Wind Symphony

It’s been on my mind lately that I had a lot of these Spotify song requests that I finished and never got around to posting, so I’m gonna try to chip away at posting these over the next few weeks! BUT Hi Ghost :] It’s so funny this was the song you ended up getting the number for; I had actually listened to it on loop during the deepest trenches of ranchers brainrot however many months ago, so I’m really happy I ended up being able to draw something for them!! <3 This is also the part where I expose myself for being an unashamed band kid =w= Grainger’s one of my favorite composers, so I listen to his works a lot and couldn’t help associating the really soft hopeful horns with this kind of healing period for the ranchers ;w;

I probably won’t ever really go into the details of the m-1 server’s overall plot, but I think the general vibe for m-1 ranchers is that these little moments of soft sunlight and healing bones were some of the most needed for them, so that’s why scenes like this always stand out in my mind <3 Context aside though, I think m-1 ranchers are just super sweet so!! figured I’d Full-Send share this soft doodle of them :]

[yeah-yeah-beebiss-1]

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[attyattlaw]

its trad art weekend. have a law warm up before i go to zine dungeon

[lucabyte]

Not all who wander are lost. Some who wander, however, are extremely, extremely lost.

[darqx]

Aren't you tired of being nice?

[markscherz]

Woe, a flood of boops upon you

[chinchilla-clown]

i!!! love this!!

like yeah, I love me a good DCA x Y/N where we both love each other, mwahmwahmwah!!

but this-! I adore this one-sided ‘y/n likes the DCA and the DCA just goes along with it’ approach you're doing!! where we admire the DCA, watching them work and listen to them yap and gossip, just in general being so sweet and simping over them while they observe us doing so!!

makes me giggle and twirl my hair and kick my legs!!!

YOU GET IT YOU GET IT!! The jesters are painfully aware how Y/N feels about them but theyre just very "oh well :-D" about it.

Truthfully, I wanted to convey the fandom's feeling towards them, we just have so much love and adoration for them!!! The sillies!!! The beloveds!!! Why not just make a Y/N and have that become true hahaha!

Something quick to thank for the positive reception on my?? one? Two? Posts?? They're loving the attention <3! (Although Y/N is worried about competition now)

[temeyes]

pov: ur skater boi-core sergeant of a boyfie picks you up after work