#barry coded

[pintrestgrl]

what the girls r doing on mothers day

precious - barry made her breakfast n got her some presents. some weed , a pretty lil lace nightgown , and a few candles. he took her outside too n they had a pool day w priscilla (a small redneck ass pool) oh he also fucked her reeeeeall good

roxy - omfggggg this bitch got spoiled. which is to no ones surprise. rafe sent the kids to her moms house, n had a chef cook them some breakfast. then, they spent the day at various boutiques and designer stores. she got whatever she wanted, while he sat patiently watching her try it all on. rafe bought her another $2,500 necklace just cause she blinked at it. they ended the day at a nice dinner, eye fucking eachother the whole time. they ended up fucking in the backseat of the uber, rafe slipping the guy an extra $100. then, they got home and fucked in probably every room of the house <3

dawn - she spent the day with her husband, wishing the whole time that the babies surrounding her were jj’s. her husband didnt even bother doing anything, acting as if it was any other day. she cooked, cleaned, and took care of the babies while her husband sat on his ass. but right before she was gonna close her eyes to sleep, jj sent her a cute lil message saying, ‘happy mothers day, baby. wish i had been the guy to make you one.’ which just made her wanna die even more !!

[pintrestgrl]

barrys happy trail

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[yardsards]

"i don't ship laios and marcille-" oh yeah same, their relationship is so much more compelling to me viewed through a platonic lens than a romantic one

"-like, marcille clearly hates laios" are we reading/watching the same series??? did you just stop after the first couple chapters??? look at their relationship development, that's her friend! her bestie, even!!!

[perrieedwards]

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[seleneprince]

Continuation of this

All JL's kids in au know each other, having met through the years separately and eventually forming a tight friendship. And they have a groupchat called "Superdaddy issues" where they mostly keep each other updated about their lives and complain together about their families. After all, there aren't many children of superheroes and vigilantes who suffer from emotional neglect, morally questionable mothers and severe trauma like they do. They're quite literally the only ones who understand each other in a deep, personal level.

Since they each live in different cities, the communicate mostly through the chat and social media, but they make the effort of meeting all in one of their cities to hang out properly. They're not the best of friends, there are varying degrees of closeness in the group, but they got each other's backs no matter what. They're a team initially created out of spite for their parents, but in the end they became real friends.

Since most of them are involved in dangerous and very much illegal activities behind their families' back, they also exchange tips on how to do stuff and more than once they have worked together to get things done.

In short, instead of the power of friendship, theirs is the power of shared daddy issues.

The group chat is, of course, coded from top to bottom by Bruce's daughter so it never gets hacked or leaked. Complete privacy. If anyone saw what they're up to in that chat, they would have the federals and probably psychiatrists banging on their doors.

[pintrestgrl]

barry outfit coded

Nick

[tomscottsredshirt]

✦ ₊ ˚⊹ ʲᵒʰⁿⁿʸ ᵈᵉᵖᵖ ᶜʰᵃʳᵃᶜᵗᵉʳˢ ʰᵘᵍ ʰᵉᵃᵈᶜᵃⁿᵒⁿˢ 🍰💭💌

ʷᵒʳᵈ ᶜᵒᵘⁿᵗ: ⁵⁰¹

୧ ‧₊˚ 🕸️ ⋅ ☆ ꒰ ɪᴄʜᴀʙᴏᴅ ᴄʀᴀɴᴇ: ꒱ a little awkward about it, but generally likes hugs, especially after a particularly unpleasant nightmare or if he's scared. too shy to initiate most of the time. very gentle and comforting, puts his head on your shoulder and pets your hair. loves to cuddle during thunderstorms.

୧ ‧₊˚ ✂️ ⋅ ☆꒰ ᴇᴅᴡᴀʀᴅ ꜱᴄɪꜱꜱᴏʀʜᴀɴᴅꜱ: ꒱ clumsy and hesitant due to his hands (poor boy's afraid of hurting you), but craves hugs at every given opportunity, even if he doesn't know how to express it. hugs with him are long and intimate, a tender touch that reminds him he's loved despite his differences. if he's taller than you, rests his head on top of yours.

୧ ‧₊˚ 🔪 ⋅ ☆ ꒰ ꜱᴡᴇᴇɴᴇʏ ᴛᴏᴅᴅ: ꒱ would probably slit anyone's throat if they even tried to hug him, unless it's someone very very close to him. even so, he's stiff as a board and just hovers his hands around your waist, not actually touching you and pulls away quickly.

୧ ‧₊˚ 🚬 ⋅ ☆ ꒰ ᴅᴇᴀɴ ᴄᴏʀꜱᴏ: ꒱ not used to hugs and isn't very fond of them either, but doesn't mind being held here and there if it's someone he trusts, like his s/o. rubs your back. he def smells like cigarette smoke 24/7.

୧ ‧₊˚ 🍫 ⋅ ☆ ꒰ ᴡɪʟʟʏ ᴡᴏɴᴋᴀ: ꒱ probably disgusted? flinches away, then reluctantly lets you hold him if he cares about you. awkward and stiff as well, not really knowing where to put his hands. rolls his eyes but actually loves it. chuckles nervously.

୧ ‧₊˚ 🎭 ⋅ ☆ ꒰ ᴊᴀᴍᴇꜱ ᴍ. ʙᴀʀʀɪᴇ: ꒱ would be surprised to receive a hug from anyone, but happily reciprocates it. sways left and right a little. he appreciates hugs especially after one of his plays don't go so well. if you're his s/o, gives you a little kiss on the forehead afterwards.

୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅ 🥃 ☆ ꒰ ʀɪᴄʜᴀʀᴅ ʙʀᴏᴡɴ: ꒱ big tight bear hug, like one you'd get from a caring dad, which he is. squeezes you a little too hard sometimes, maybe even lifts you up a little. likely to ruffle your hair playfully. if you're his s/o, might whisper a dirty little something in your ear, or his hands might wander.

୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅ 📄 ☆ ꒰ ᴍᴏʀᴛ ʀᴀɪɴᴇʏ: ꒱ might not seem like a huge hugger on the surface either, but really likes them. idk he just seems like the kinda guy who'd like to cuddle up while napping. runs his fingers through your hair. hugs bring him comfort in the midst of his divorce, or when he's struggling with writing. they're brief but meaningful, letting him know you're there if he needs you, and he does.

୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅ 💭 ☆ ꒰ ɢɪʟʙᴇʀᴛ ɢʀᴀᴘᴇ: ꒱ LOVES hugs but wouldn't openly ask for them, even when he needs it the most. when you offer him one, he rests his hands on your upper back, holding you tight. he's afraid of letting you go. having someone safe to hold onto and knowing he's loved and appreciated, even if just for a moment, means the world to him. it's strange for him to feel like he has somewhere to go when all the responsibilities of caring for his family get too much. he deserves all the hugs in the world <3

[wolfsbanesparks]

Hey y'all!

I'm back with another oneshot! This one was written for @pantheonofcoffee as a part of @dcufans4palestine

Summary: Billy wasn't entirely sure how he'd managed it, but somehow he’d convinced just about everyone— his teachers, classmates, employers, and even the entire Justice League—that he was a single father of six rather than a semi-homeless preteen.

Oddly enough that might end up being a good thing

[aspecialcase]

[pintrestgrl]

barry coded

[pintrestgrl]

I have so many thoughts about Barry, it's honestly sickening

Barry treating you like air the whole day in front of any customer just to come up to you at night wrapping his arm around you "is my baby sad, hmm?" only to then whisper in your ear as he grabs a fistful of hair "stop crying like a little bitch and get down on your knees with a smile"

I dont even know anymore barry has fried my brain

this is sooooo precious n barry coded.

anyways i love barry and his limp hairy dick that’s all

PRECIOUS ND’ BARRY.

you knew to be quiet. just like you were taught; how you were trained. quiet as a mouse, all the time. barry stayed home today, something ‘bout the law being on his ass. he told his customers to come to him, instead.

you sat in your room for a bit, painting your toes. but you got bored, wanted attention. so you quietly opened the door, seeing barry on the frayed couch. counting money.

you sat next to him, facing him. you sat on your legs, propping your hands on his thigh. looking at him. he didn’t even bother to look up at you, though. too busy ‘worried ‘bout more important shit.’ you frowned.

you attempted to nuzzle up into his neck, but he pushed you away by your throat. “hi.” you spoke, sheepishly. he looked up at your pupils, for the first time today.

he looked you up and down, almost judgmental. he scoffed. “what you need, kid. spit it out.” you sighed, rolling your eyes. “nothin’— wanted to talk to you.” he laughed meanly, lowly. “go back in your room. you ain’t needa be out here.”

you stared down, disappointingly. but you would listen. you knew you would. he knew too. you did, always. wouldn’t dare utter a complaint to him. you got up, making your way back to your room. you cried for a little bit, fat tears rolling down your cheeks. almost begging for an ounce of remorse. attention.

however, you soon gave up and went to sleep. you had nothing better to do anyway. you slept for a bit, till it was at least dark. that was, till you felt a cold hand snake up to your tummy. you flinched, waking up.

he chuckled lowly, whispering in your ear. “you was cryin’ like a baby, huh? my precious was upset— like a little baby.” you frowned, embarrassingly nudging your head back into the pillows.

tears filled your eyes again at his mean words, before you almost shrieked at him pulling your head up by your hair. he harshly pulled your scalp to rest under his propped up arm.

he was leaning over you, almost like he was a predator. taking his prey. taking what he, thought he deserved. “stop fuckin’ cryin’ like you still a little girl— always fuckin’ cryin. sick of that shit, precious.”

you made eye contact with him, your chest rising and falling. “you gonna act like you fuckin’ want this— got it?” he said, not waiting for a reply before pulling your dead weight body to sit up. he pulled out his growing hard dick, before shoving it past your lips.

he threaded your hair into his hands, guiding your movements. “fuck— just take dad’s dick— okay? be grateful. be grateful for what i give you.” you whined around his length, feeling him hit the back of your throat.

he continued his movements, his dick soon twitching between your pink lips. “so fuckin’ dumb. seriously— don’t even know why i keep you here precious.” he spoke, with a groan. he soon came, promptly pulling out of your mouth.

he never did that.

he came on your face, almost to embarrass you. which worked. you had his sticky cum stuck in your lashes, a bit in your hair, and resting on your plump lips. he took a good look at your face; smiling. “lookin’ pretty, baby.” he spoke.

he grabbed your chubby cheeks, pulling them apart and forcing you into a toothy smile. “looks like you enjoyed that shit just fine— huh? knew you liked it.”

and maybe his words were right, but that didn’t mean you wouldn’t avoid him for hours after it.

[heretoobsessstuff]

Callum looking at Austin :(

[c-kiddo]

scavengers reign not renewed for a second season . its so over its so over its so over im jumping its so over - season 2 teaser released by the creators anyway just for fun and it looks so cool im going to put it in my mouth and eat it

[gomzdrawfr]

Barry in suits....

[valenfield-inspo]

I decided to go back and go through the Umbrella Chronicles official novelization again b/c I was in the mood to look at some of the quippy dynamics between Chris and Jill had in there (If anyone wants to read the novel in its entirety, you can find it here). Here's what I have pulled up so far in the beginning with The Mansion Incident part: “That’s unlike him, leaving a rendezvous point”, Jill wondered. (Referring to Wesker not being in the foyer where her and Chris left him to investigate noises in the dining room) “You think something happened?”

“Well, I do have a bad feeling about this…”

“I thought something was off with this mission from the beginning”, Chris agreed.

“Maybe we should take bad foreboding more serious.”

“What would you do now? Listen to your bad feeling and get away from here?” he asked.

“You know what? When I hear a strange sound during the night, I can’t get back to sleep until I found out what caused it.”

“Roger that. Then we have to go on until you can go back to sleep again.”

Jill had to laugh. “Thanks, Chris. I didn’t think you could be so considerate.” Now on this one, I think the Remakes/Re-Imaginings kind of retconned this due to the picture on Jill's desk in the STARS office at the RPD Station: Chris agreed, anything was possible in this mansion. A dead dog was running towards them a moment later. The flesh on its flank was ripped off, exposing the ribs underneath. Some intestines were hanging out, dragging behind. However, this didn’t stop the dog from attacking the two Alpha Team members with an enormous speed - but neither of them panicked. A short glance at each other and then Chris stopped the dog with a single shot. The creature was lying on the ground, jerking, trying to get back on its feet, but before it could do that, Jill shot it in the head.

“You’re lucky that you’re not a dog person.”

“That’s right, I prefer cats. Well, the living ones, if you know what I mean.”

This one I just thought was cute in a dorky way: The two were following a hallway on the second floor which led them into another room. Again and again zombies were showing up, attacking them, longing for their flesh.

“Those things are tough sons of bitches”, Chris complained.

“Hey, don’t forget that you’re in the company of a lady. Do you at least know how to apologize?”

“Whoops, pardon me… I am so, so sorry that I used such bad vocabulary, my lady”, Chris answered, blowing off a zombie’s head.

Get a load of this one: They were in a library.

“Damn, this one is superior to the library in my old high school.”

“Wait, you visited a library during your time in school? I can’t believe it”, Jill said mockingly.

“Of course! This was where I had my dates. No one came in to disturb us.”

“That’s not what libraries are meant for.”

“I didn’t do that…” Encountering Yawn: "What a snake… unbelievable…”

It was understandable that Jill could not believe her eyes. She saw a head, so big that a bed would’ve fit on top of it. The snake made an intimidating hissing sound.

“I bet a dime that this thing is venomous”, Jill said, putting her gun back into the holster and took out her machine gun.

“I’m in! And who of us should find out?”, Chris asked, putting a new magazine into his machine pistol.

“I suggest you let it bite you, then we know!”, Jill replied and continued firing. 600 bullets per minute were fired through the room, directly into the target." And here they are there looking for the serum for Richard while Rebecca stays with him: “We have to help Richard”, Jill said.

“You usually use a serum if venom is involved”, Chris answered. “The question is, if we can find a serum for a monster snake���s venom around here.”

Jill was confident, “This huge snake was definitely created here, so there has to be a serum somewhere.”

“I just hope you don’t have any false expectations…."

“If we look for it, we’ll find out. We have to do anything to get Richard out of here alive. That’s our duty, dammit!”

“So you’re not giving up as long as there’s a chance left?”

“Exactly. Just like the rookie”, Jill replied. “That’s right, the new rookie is a tough one. She seems calm and determined although she’s probably been through a lot. She was tired but she didn’t give up.”

“Yes, she’s trying to give her best in every situation.”

“Just like me, you wanted to say?”

“Yes, just like me. She’ll make it. She will survive”, Jill stressed. “She’s tough. She is capable. And luck will be on her side.”

“Just like you?”

“Just like me, Chris.”

I kind of wish they would let them banter more like this in the games, not exactly like this but something similar anyway. I guess they can't do that since we never really have them paired up that long in a game, especially when one is looking for the other, *sighs*. (I'll be adding more to the post when I have more time!)

[faramirsonofgondor]

literally every single character (except maybe joe) on CW’s The Flash is soooo autistic coded, especially every single version of harrison wells. no i won’t elaborate.