#do whatever you want with this

[ghostbsuter]

Danny got comfortable on the roof, leaning froward with anticipation.

A silent thump and a person slid next to him, Danny barely gave the red head a glance.

"Any reasons to be on the roof at night?"

He shushes the vigilante, eyes not leaving the spot. It has Roy crouching next to him, watching as well.

Out of nowhere, a vampire looking fella flew around wildly, not far behind a ginger woman on a hoverboard, flying after him.

The Lady is shooting lasers with deathly accuracy, the man (?) dodging barely. It had Arsenal hum at the show.

"That's my mom." Danny points at the lady. "The guy she's hunting keeps harassing me so she took matters into her own hands."

Cheshire Cat lands not far away from the two, head tilted with a silent question that had Roy nodding and she is leaping away to the next roof once more.

"Why not call the authorities?" He asks, appearing less tense and more friendly to the teen.

The kid whistles sharp with a grin before answering.

"Tried, unfortunately, he's super rich with influence and connection. So here we are." He shrugs.

While they watch the chaos a bit longer, Roy ignores the insisting buzzing from his comm, Cheshire Cat probably alarmed Oliver by now.

He looks up when Danny stands, stretching.

"What was your name again?" He quirks his brow with a smile.

"I don't remember telling you."

Roy rolls his eyes, joining the teen to his feet. "So?"

"Danny."

He steps off the roof before Roy can react, a shout building up, until he sees the kid sitting on the hoverboard of his mother, her hand ruffling his hair.

"See ya, Arsenal."

They're long gone when Arsenal huffs, laughing.

"Until next time, Danny."

[morganski-19]

Campus Confessions: New post

I think the guy who lives across from me is super hot. Would drop the name if I wasn't too scared of him finding out

It was something stupid Eddie did when he was drunk, he didn't think it would be picked. There was nothing of substance here, just admitting that he found someone hot. No name was mentioned, no identifiers, just that he lives across the hall.

Steve Harrington, the very hot, very straight guy who lives across the hall. He's seen him bring home a few girls sometimes, but never that often. But that was enough to solidify in his mind that there was no chance. But apparently, his drunk mind wanted to get it out there.

Campus Confessions is a student-run instagram page where you send in confessions about liking someone and they post it, hoping to connect you to the person you were talking about. Which is why he never thought they would post his, without anything to identify you or the other person, it's pretty much useless. So, he turns off his phone and decides to forget about it.

The next morning when Eddie is scrolling through his feed, their post from today pops up.

Campus Confessions: New Post

I really hope the one about the guy from across the hall was written by Eddie Munson. He lives across from me and I've been trying to get the nerve to talk to him for months, just never could.

[as-an-offering]

He’s going to knock over that can, I just know it.

[feral-mobile]

ooc; barks furiously /j heres @the-better-psychic 's mobile I kinda wanted to draw with my own little twist to it uhh enjoy I suppose :> I actually rlly rlly like this

[wheelercurse]

so this is the frame when Mike said for the first time “I love you”

[clintismoved]

[ starter call ] -> @overclocks

FUCK, there's Tony ⸻ ❝ So this is really awkward. ❞

[thescrump]

I made an Undertale AU. Introducing Sonictale! Here are the character swaps:

Frisk = Hope (from the Archie comics) Chara = Maria Flowey = Cheese Asriel = Cream (with a bit of Shadow) Nabstablook = Hyudoro Toriel = Vanilla Sans = Sonic Papyrus = Tails Jet = Mad Dummy Monster Kid = Charmy Undyne = Espio Muffet = Rouge Alphys = Silver Mettaton = Zero (in base), E-102 Gamma (in EX form), E-123 Omega (in NEO form) Asgore = Vector WD Gaster = Black Doom (with a bit of Gerald & Dr. Eggman)

[wzyxz]

*slides in* WHATS UPP this for my mission impossible girlies

[minellq]

baby Bendy transformatiooon

[lalasknives]

There have been new sneak peeks for episode six, so you know what time it is

Girl- you wanted to ask me something?

Miles- answer her, quick!

Mika- Kennedy, the festival that celebrates the famous swellmelons of swellwiew is coming

Bose-*repeats*

Bose- and I was wondering if you-

Miles-*farts*

Bose- ew, gross, did miles just fart?

Miles- I had to hold it the whole time while i was asking a girl to come to the festival with me

What I'm guessing is buddy(?)- hey-

[elyralotor]

If you consider a woman less pure after you have touched her. Then one thing is for sure, she is not the Problem. Since she was pure before you came over her with your filth; in hopes of gaining some of her purity, some part of herself. So reconsidere filthy thing, should not your hands be cleansed before you lay hand on her, should not your being hold itself back and try to be pure. So that if you touch her you might not stain her with filthy hands?

[hongjoongpresent]

a mutual who stans TXT. a moatual if you will

[shefcked]

closed for: @slumberpcrty​

requested starter from here

she’s  not  awake,  but  she’s  not  fully  asleep  either.  she’s  somewhere  in  between.  it’s  a  state  that  has  her  pliant.  susceptible.  vulnerable.  hannah  is  by  no  means  coherent  when  he  touches  her,  feels  but  doesn’t  register  the  panting  of  his  breath  at  the  nape  of  her  neck  as  he  presses  the  hard  length  of  his  cock  in  to  the  swell  of  her  ass.  she  exhales  sharply  as  her  bent  leg  is  lifted,  a  quiet  whine  rolling  from  her  tongue  as  she’s  disturbed-     but  it’s  not  enough  to  draw  her  in  to  wakefulness.  she  is  blissfully  unaware  as  beau,  desperate  to  feel  the  warmth  of  her  cunt,  fills  her  with  his  girth.  but  though  she  may  not  be  entirely  conscious  for  it,  she  still  feels  the  pressure  of  his  size,  the  stretch  of  her  insides  clinging  to  his  cock,  the  head  of  it  pushing  deep  within  her  where  no  one  else,  man  or  woman,  has  ever  quite  reached.  hannah  moaned,  a  drawn  out  sound  that  escaped  her  lips  on  a  heavy  breath  as  he  started  to  move,  thrusting  in  and  out  like  an  animal,  rutting  against  her  back  as  he  held  her  leg  aloft  and  filled  her  with  his  cock.  her  brow  furrowed  as  she  began  to  stir,  face  turning  in  toward  the  pillow  as  she  struggled  to  make  sense  of  her  position,  and  she  moaned  again  as  her  hips  started  to  move  of  their  own  volition.  hannah’s  hand  drifted  down  the  flat  of  her  stomach  to  her  naval,  fingertips  leading  her  towards  her  cunt  as  she  felt  for  what  woke  her.          “w-what  the  f-”          she  groaned  sleepily,  before  she  was  interrupted  by  a  gasp,  and  she  whimpered.

[kookykinz]

the youtube "stop drawing like this" community doesn't want you to know this but you can shade however you want forever btw. it doesn't have to make sense in fact you should actively be pissing people off with how inaccurate your light source is

[inkskinned]

because sometimes there are invisible tests and invisible rules and you're just supposed to ... know the rule. someone you thought of as a friend asks you for book recommendations, so you give her a list of like 30 books, each with a brief blurb and why you like it. later, you find out she screenshotted the list and send it out to a group chat with the note: what an absolute freak can you believe this. you saw the responses: emojis where people are rolling over laughing. too much and obsessive and actually kind of creepy in the comments. you thought you'd been doing the right thing. she'd asked, right? an invisible rule: this is what happens when you get too excited.

you aren't supposed to laugh at your own jokes, so you don't, but then you're too serious. you're not supposed to be too loud, but then people say you're too quiet. you aren't supposed to get passionate about things, but then you're shy, boring. you aren't supposed to talk too much, but then people are mad when you're not good at replying.

you fold yourself into a prettier paper crane. since you never know what is "selfish" and what is "charity," you give yourself over, fully. you'd rather be empty and over-generous - you'd rather eat your own boundaries than have even one person believe that you're mean. since you don't know what the thing is that will make them hate you, you simply scrub yourself clean of any form of roughness. if you are perfect and smiling and funny, they can love you. if you are always there for them and never admit what's happening and never mention your past and never make them uncomfortable - you can make up for it. you can earn it.

don't fuck up. they're all testing you, always. they're tolerating you. whatever secret club happened, over a summer somewhere - during some activity you didn't get to attend - everyone else just... figured it out. like they got some kind of award or examination that allowed them to know how-to-be-normal. how to fit. and for the rest of your life, you've been playing catch-up. you've been trying to prove that - haha! you get it! that the joke they're telling, the people they are, the manual they got- yeah, you've totally read it.

if you can just divide yourself in two - the lovable one, and the one that is you - you can do this. you can walk the line. they can laugh and accept you. if you are always-balanced, never burdensome, a delight to have in class, champagne and glittering and never gawky or florescent or god-forbid cringe: you can get away with it.

you stare at your therapist, whom you can make jokes with, and who laughs at your jokes, because you are so fucking good at people-pleasing. you smile at her, and she asks you how you're doing, and you automatically say i'm good, thanks, how are you? while the answer swims somewhere in your little lizard brain:

how long have you been doing this now? mastering the art of your body and mind like you're piloting a puppet. has it worked? what do you mean that all you feel is... just exhausted. pick yourself up, the tightrope has no net. after all, you're cheating, somehow, but nobody seems to know you actually flunked the test. it's working!

aren't you happy yet?

[sovereign-skyy]

I love the new trend of people saying "you can do whatever you want forever"

Like that's such a powerful and precious statement and we could all use a little more doing whatever we want forever, and not worrying so much about boxes & labels

It switches the focus from "being valid" in the eyes of others and says "fuck it, you decide" and I adore that