#brainrot in action

[salparadiselost]

Every couple years or so, the Bats are required to take a group photo to update the JL website (idk why, they are required to take a vigilante group picture), and Jason consistently refuses to show up. So this year, Tim just draws the lines of the Red Hood helmet on a bright red balloon and then floats it between him and Nightwing. They absolutely refuse to acknowledge that it isn't Jason. They put it up on a billboard instead.

Jason finds out about it when he drives back into Gotham and the highway going into the city has a 'Keeping Gotham Safe' billboard and it's a picture of the Bats looking extremely serious with the Red Hood Balloon floating behind them.

[buddieroommates]

can we please talk about how them mentioning eddie breaking contact with tommy after the breakup right before tommy admits that eddie was his competition was actual explicit foreshadowing of eddie's pov that we're finally going to see. it's the first outsider perspective we've had that has hinted at buck's feelings not being unrequited other than eddie himself breaking his own walls down enough to admit that leaving him is not nothing and he matters to him

[talleryn]

Loved this scene in the atla live action because right. Zuko could easily beat that woman. He could drop her without thinking about it. But she’s not who he’s after, it’s Aang that he wants, and despite denying it, Zuko still has compassion for innocent lives. So even when it would be easier to just punch her in the face and move on, Zuko lets her beat him back because he doesn’t really want to hurt people, he just wants to go home

[seiwas]

cw: pro-hero bakugo, reader has boobs, kind of explicit/nsfw? idk i describe boobs, reader is smaller and shorter than bakugo, unedited sawry

bakugo's muscle tee looks as ill-fitting as it'll ever be draped over you.

there are reasons for this, perfectly founded and logical reasons for why that is—the main one being that, it's, well, his; two, maybe even three sizes larger than what it should be to fit you properly.

but, he can't stop staring, and there are reasons for that too—the main one being that, it's his, and yet, the only way he can ever imagine it now is when it's being worn by you.

your hips sway to the song you've been humming for the past five minutes. it's the same one, the chorus on a perpetual loop. he's sure it's the only part you know; you do this often enough that it's the only part he knows now, too.

the hem of his tee hits right at the top of your thighs, concealing just enough to tease, but he’s confident that if you reach up even the slightest bit for the cupboard overhead, there'll be nothing to hide.

he feels a little bit like a creep like this, watching as he stands in the middle of your shared living room, but it's impossible too look away—you've got to be doing this on purpose, right?

heat flares inside of him when you turn your body ever so slightly, the armhole of his muscle tee large enough to give him the clearest view of skin—

he gulps.

it's smooth, sloping just right; the side view of your under boob curves into its perfect shape and he can imagine it, feel—

(is this considered perving if he's been with you for years?)

the pan in front of you sizzles as you plop in god knows what. you pour in something from the side and wait, one hand propped on the hip you pop out. then, you pick up the pan, attempting to flip what's inside (probably a pancake, now that he thinks about it).

it’s hard to focus on what you’re cooking though, especially when all he sees is plump flesh jiggling, bouncing as you further agitate the pan.

he just got the pants of this suit readjusted, and now they're fucking tight.

bakugo normally runs hot; it’s kind of part of his dna. but this warmth is different, flushing him from head to toe. it creeps up the side of his neck, painting the tips of his ears a blooming red.

you turn around then, plopping the pancake on the plate atop the counter behind you.

"oh! you're done," you greet him with a smile. so. fucking. casually.

as if your tits aren't fucking peaking against the gray fabric of his tee.

as if you think he buys the fake innocence poorly concealing that sly, conniving look in your pretty eyes.

as if you aren't standing in front of him in his muscle tee, wearing nothing underneath it like you didn’t do this on purpose. like you don’t know what it fucking does to him.

his eyes squint suspiciously, deep vermillion staring straight into yours.

you tilt your head, the tips of your lashes kissing the top of your cheekbones as you blink. you reach for a bottle of honey.

“everything okay?” you ask, voice syrupy, sickeningly sweet.

your movements play in front of him languidly, the corner of your lips curling up slightly as you smirk. honey catches on your finger as you pop open the bottle cap.

he’s supposed to be out the door in five minutes if he wants to make it in time for a meeting at the agency. technically, he should already be there if he wants to keep up his track record of consistently being fifteen minutes too early.

but you start to approach him, rounding the kitchen island. there’s a narrow space between him and the slab of marble, but you slide into it like it was made for you.

he’s certain it was, from the way the tip of your nose brushes against his as you tiptoe. your tits are right fucking there, brushing against the skintight material of his suit.

there’s too much fucking fabric if you ask him, between cotton and spandex.

your grin widens, and he feels hot, the heat from his cheeks radiating.

then you whisper, still saccharine, “breakfast is ready,” before kissing him on the lips lightly. a short peck, soft in the way that promises more before you slip away, giggling in your retreat.

he huffs, watching you leave. his feet shift as he thinks.

five minutes, huh?

like hell he’s going to eat these damn pancakes for breakfast today.

[lucdoodle]

Old Memories

[awallflowerdraws]

"WE NEED MORE BINGQIU POSTS!!!" i scream as they drag me back into the building

[shebunie]

How good do you think Mizu's mouth skills are?

𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐬

𝙈𝙞𝙯𝙪 𝙭 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙞𝙢𝙖𝙜𝙞𝙣𝙚

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: +𝟭𝟴, 𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗼𝗿𝘀 𝗱𝗻𝗶, 𝗵𝗼𝗿𝗻𝘆 𝘀𝗲𝘅, 𝗼𝗿𝗮𝗹 (𝗿! 𝗿𝗲𝗰𝗲𝗶𝘃𝗶𝗻𝗴), 𝗳𝗶𝗻𝗴𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 (𝗿! 𝗿𝗲𝗰𝗲𝗶𝘃𝗶𝗻𝗴), 𝗰𝘂𝗺 𝗲𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴, 𝗵𝗮𝗶𝗿 𝗽𝘂𝗹𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴, 𝘁𝗲𝗮𝘀𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 𝟱𝟵𝟮 𝐀/𝐍: 𝗦𝗵𝗲 𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄𝘀 𝗵𝗼𝘄 𝘁𝗼 𝗽𝗹𝗲𝗮𝘀𝗲 𝗮 𝘄𝗼𝗺𝗮𝗻 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗳𝗶𝗻𝗴𝗲𝗿𝘀, 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝗯𝘆 𝗺𝗼𝘂𝘁𝗵, 𝗜 𝗺𝗲𝗮𝗻 𝗰'𝗺𝗼𝗻. 𝗦𝗵𝗲'𝘀 𝗺𝗲𝘀𝘀𝘆. 𝗣𝘂𝘀𝘀𝘆 𝗱𝗿𝘂𝗻𝗸 𝗠𝗶𝘇𝘂? 𝗟𝗲𝘁'𝘀 𝘁𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝗮 𝗱𝗲𝗲𝗽 𝗱𝗶𝘃𝗲 𝗰𝘂𝘇 𝗜'𝗺 𝗮𝗹𝘀𝗼 𝗰𝘂𝗿𝗶𝗼𝘂𝘀.

"Feeling good princess?" 

Mizu’s cold fingers traced patterns along the outside of your thigh. Head encaged by the soft plush of your legs giving your needy cunt sloppy languid licks. Your hand grasping her hair for leverage, looking below you laid the sword wielder between your legs, mouth agape as heavy breaths leave her lips.

“Course you do, you’ve been waiting for this the whole day, haven’t you?” The sounds of your slick echoed through the walls of the brothel. You silently whimpered, legs opening more and grinding on her face. She groaned, the tip of her tongue protruding against your clenching hole, more slick coming out of your pulsing cunt. 

“Didn’t you say you have not tasted a woman?” You squirmed, face flushed from the squelching sounds of your pussy with each slurp of her mouth, “So fucking wet…” she mumbled, gently nipping at your clit, making you let out a shaky moan. As you threw your head back, thighs trembling from her constant stimulation.

“That doesn't mean I don’t know how,”

You groaned, watching as her tongue lapped at your arousal, sliding in between your slick folds. Her hands gripped your thighs tighter, leaving faint red marks, pulling you closer to her mouth as her sapphire eyes stared into yours. 

Moaning at the sight, pussy clenching against her tongue, and later around it as she pushed inside, “just like that.” She hummed, going back to your clit to tease it with her tongue. You could see in her half-lidded eyes that she was pussy drunk, lazily and messily lapping at you, eyes closing as she moaned at the taste.

You tugged on her hair, making her hum as she sucked on your clit, slightly shaking her head before pulling away and spitting in between your folds, you whimpered. 

She couldn’t even speak, completely lost on your cunt, mind fuzzy. Spreading her drool with her fingers. Your back arched as she pushed her ring and middle finger inside, watching your lips stretch around them to take her. She bit down on her lip, moaning when you whimpered as she stared at your cunt being filled and split open by her fingers. 

You were taking her so easily. “Mizu,” you sighed, moaning when her lips were back on your clit, making your thighs shake. You knew you weren’t gonna last, not when she found the spot that had you see stars, curling her fingers to hit it over and over and over again. She knew it too by the way your grip tightened on her hair, hums and whines leaving your lips. 

“I’m gonna cum!” you quickly muttered, moaning as she went faster, sucking harder on that little bundle of nerves. She didn’t relent until you were gushing inside her mouth, making her groan in pleasure. 

You always tasted so good. 

Her eyes rolled to the back of her head, tongue desperately lapping at your cum to swallow it whole. You sighed as she fucked you through it, leaving you a trembling mess on the futon as she pulled her fingers out and sucked them clean, with a bit of strength left you tried to get off of her face, but with a gentle yet firm grip she pulled you back down, arms caging your thighs, as her nose bumped against your clit eliciting a yelp from you.

She anchored you to the moment, refusing to let the intensity fade. Her voice, a sultry whisper, teased the air as she continued, "I'm not done, I'm sure you've got more in you."

[clownmoontoon]

I AM MENTALLY ILL

[drenched-in-sunlight]

Yesterday for the first time I saw a post in a public forum that actually points out Marika has every reason to be so cold & distant towards Maliketh... thanks God.

The Two Fingers/ EIden Beast stood aside & let her entire family die, then when it successfully entrapped her in a literal divine prison it said “here we gave you a brother lol” like istg WHAT are you even saying. Her entire real family is already in a ditch !!! No prayers to the Gods help them! And now these Godlike beings are like take this random guy as your bro???

It’s confirmed in the base game Shadowbeast is like sleeper agent that the Two Fingers put there to monitor their Empyrean & off them if they try to rebel, no matter how earnest the Shadowbeast sounds. Ranni and Blaid literally grew up together & we still have to get rid of him at the end of her questline 💀 Marika was a young woman who had lost everything then forced to recognize some stranger as family. To her that must be some fucked up joke.

And get this, I do believe Maliketh and Blaidd care for Marika & Ranni genuinely, it’s a tragedy that they were born to bring “nothing but bale” to the person they love. Just like how Messmer, the beloved son in the Shadow, also became a curse to the person he loves the most in the end. That’s the doomed narrative they are trying to portray.

[dragonbma]

I’ve missed making unhinged memes-

[dougielombax]

Who the fuck is calling the plantation of Ulster “decolonization?”

No it wasn’t!

Miss me with that Ian Adamson Fanfiction revisionist bullshite!

(It literally served as the blueprint for England’s colonial settlements in other places! Whether in the Americas or Africa or anywhere else!)

Any historian would know that isn’t even remotely true! It’s LESS than wrong!

[megumimania]

FEELINGS — art donaldson.

art never took losing well.

it always left him with pent up anger and frustration that he often took out on the poor rackets after each game, not stopping until the racket was a splintered, wiry mess.

but that all changed when he met you.

you were knowledgeable about tennis without having played a single game, giving pointers when needed. whilst many dismissed your tips due to their sheer arrogance and over confidence, art heard you out and eventually incorporated your tips into his games.

tennis to art was akin to a reflex, his style embodying the meticulousness and the grace of an ice skater or a swan. his tennis was enthralling to watch as he exuded a powerful gracefulness with every serve and every shot.

that’s probably why he took the losses so personally because in a sense by losing his matches he was letting you down, no matter how many times you reassured him that it was nothing of the sort.

“are you mad at me?” he opened his eyes, his gaze already meeting yours as you gently stroked his hair.

this was the art only you got to see.

doubtful, weak, soft—a world away from the stoic, focused man that was affectionately known by the media and everyone on the court as the lovechild of roger federer and novak djokovic or the future of tennis.

“no.” you replied and you meant it. you saw how the immense pressure of being great got to him, it corroded away at his innards, leaving him an empty vessel solely primed for tennis.

it was times like this that he was grateful for you. your humanity. your love. your heart.

it’s what kept him from dropping everything and deciding to live out the rest of his years off his winnings and sponsorships. the idea was always there but the fast paced nature of the tennis world never allowed it to be pondered for a single second.

maybe it was always supposed to be that way.

a mere thought.

he placed a chaste kiss on the back of your hand, rubbing it softly. “thank you.” he said, the words carrying more weight than he had expected. your gentle touches soothing him.

“for what?” you asked and in that moment art’s mind went blank. it wasn’t that you didn’t do a lot for him—you did.

but it was so hard to encompass all of that into a sentence. you deserved more than these half thought out declarations of love.

art was a man of few words and he was going to honour that. he took a shaky deep breath before looking at you with a small smile on his face.

“for everything.”

[buddieroommates]

the way the act of buck showing up at eddie's house is in itself filmed like a confession

[incorrect-green-lantern-quotes]

It's insane how Batstans can be told point blank that no, we don't like their shit, and they still don't get it

Truly.

Their entitlement is exhausting.

It's one thing to make a post that disrespects the lore and characters of a fandom not your own (because I firmly believe there is no such thing as a unified DC fandom, just a bunch of smaller interconnected fandoms that unfortunately get dominated by the largest one).

And for what? So that you can make a post about how perfect and amazing Batman and his family are?

You can do that without tagging characters you only care about when they're being used to glorify the Batfamily. You can do that without forcing fans of Green Lantern/Flash/Superman/etc. to look at posts about how their favorite heroes are hopelessly pathetic because Bruce Wayne and his kids are so much better.

And yet when we so much as dare to speak up, the response is always and overwhelmingly the same.

"So what? If you don't like it, you can move onto the next post."

"how dare you try to police us. you don't see us complaining when there are posts disrespecting the Bats."

"pee pee poo poo we don't care."

"we know your lore too therefore we are also fans of your characters and thus have every right to treat them like shit."

"ugh fine we'll get rid of the tag but you guys are such fucking babies can't you take a joke?"

Why?

Why is it on us to ignore or block their blatant insulting of our favorites? Why should we be silent when you flaunt your disrespect of those characters in our faces? Why should we not complain when you trample over spaces that you don't care about and mock us for getting angry?

Is it because you're the biggest fandom in DC? Does that give you the right to tell every other superhero's fans to shut up and accept your abuse of our characters?? Are we supposed to be fucking grateful that you have deigned to grace us with crumbs of your attention???

I've tried taking the high road. I've tried explaining calmly in reblogs and replies why your actions are so offensive, and have received DMs and asks repeatedly cussing me out and calling me a gross bully. I've tried giving up on "policing" the tags to focus on creating GL-centric posts and ignore the Batspam. The lack of pushback only seems to encourage you to intrude into our spaces more. No matter what I do, the only thing you seem willing to accept is everyone else laying down so you can walk all over us.

I know what you will say, because I've heard it before. Some of you will insist that you aren't like that, that you do respect the other corners of DC. And yet, you never speak up against your fellows when they shout us down. You're perfectly content to laugh along with them.

Some of you will say that the Bats gets plenty of disrespect in return and that the Batfandom doesn't get pissy about it like we do. But I remember how you were raging over your ships losing the yaoi polls and blaming it on "a wave of anti-Bat sentiment." A sentiment that is entirely the consequences of how you've treated the rest of DC as toys that only exist to uplift the Batfamily.

Some of you will even point out that I have just today posted the very same kind of mockery but aimed at Batman and thus have no right to complain. Yet if you care to look at your own tag, you'll see that my posts have already been buried far down.

You have the luxury of being able to ignore the posts you don't like to see. We do not. This is why we ask you, beg you, nag you, scream at you to respect our tags.

[asocial-skye]

man, all you zutara guys are way better at this shipping thing than me. i read through like ninety different metas about the symbolism of the colors associated between the two, the fact that the two of them are the emotional story arc of ATLA, and how their romance falls more into the canon themes of the franchise.....

and then i'm here like, he took lightning for her and she was aang's mom in an episode. i'm sold.

[coprolite-moment]

more o' these (now with lizard injured edition!)