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[bibleofficial]

i’m sitting here waiting for my class & a girl said she liked my hair like i love UR HAIR !!! 😭😭

[kittykatninja321]

The reason why I always emphasize that utrh era Jason is 18/19 and refuse to let people forget that Jason and Tim are canonically 2 years apart is because the concept of Jason as a fairly young adult with little to no support system is a fascinating concept to me and it goes under explored in both canon and fanon. I think it adds such an interesting wrinkle to the everything and is a great contrast to all the Red Hood shit. I’m thinking about New Earth Jason specifically here, he’s both younger than post-nu52 Jason and more isolated. Most people at 19, even if they can afford to be out on their own in this economy, still have contact with their family of origin for support. Jason is not only estranged from his family with little to no support system (depending on how much you interpret Talia being involved after Lost Days), he’s also doing mob boss shit while he’s still technically young enough to be somebody’s prom date. He didn’t go to his prom because he was probably in Russia learning how to make bombs or something (and because, yknow, the whole dying thing).

Jason is someone who both had to grow up too fast and by all means should be somewhat emotionally stunted. Not only does trauma stunt you he was catatonic for long enough that he’s missing literal years from his adolescence. He’s young enough that he’s still reeling from trauma from childhood and adolescence (late teens/ early twenties are peak ‘desperately trying to recover from childhood’ era).

I think underneath the rough Red Hood exterior that Jason should be naive in ways that people wouldn’t really expect. He doesn’t have much experience with relationships (both romantic and friendships), and it’s been years since he’s socialized much with people his age (he doesn’t socialize much at all he’s pretty isolated). I think even if he doesn’t look young that at times he would slip up and show that he is

Also I just love the contrast. I like the idea that sometimes you’ll hear Red Hood cackle without the helmet on and you’ll recognize traces of that 15 year old kid and then he’ll shoot someone immediately after. Like imagine if utrh was a Boy King of the underworld sorta deal

[cyber333angel]

thinking about logan wanting to blow off some steam and coming home to you being bratty which really just sets him off… logan coming home from work and your immediately just chatting away— yelling at him about something that happened today that didn’t even have anything to do with him, and he just grabs you by the waist hoisting you up so your on his shoulder. just stomping into your shared bedroom as you hit at his back yelling, “this is all your fault! you never listen to me, put me down logan!” your honestly just saying anything, not knowing where to direct your emotions so when he came home you decided to place it on him and logan wasn’t having that. your thrown onto the bed suddenly, logan going on the other side of the bed as your back faces him. he pulls you down on your back leaving you confused, your looking up at him with a very agitated look on his face just unbuckling his jeans. you go to get up from the bed and he just holds your shoulders down with a stern, “stay fuckin still.” and you lay back down. he just mumbles and grumbles little nothings as his dick pops out of his boxers, rubbing it till it’s fully hard. “shouting at me as soon as I get home..” he says as he opens your mouth, sticking two fingers in letting you suck on them, and he sighs as he takes them out placing his cock on your bottom lip, prodding at it a bit. without warning he shoves it in, your eyes immediately watering as you grab onto anything around you, the sheets, his thigh. “oh fuck.” he says throwing his head back, taking your head and thrusting in and out. he can even see the print of his dick in your throat as he uses you, “just needed me to plug that bratty fuckin mouth of yours huh..shit..” the feeling of his cock shoved down your throat felt like you couldn’t breathe, thick length just taking up all the space blocking your mind from any thoughts. you remember what he told you before about breathing through your nose and that helps you calm down. “atta girl, there you fucking go..” you get the hang of it more as your gurgle his cock in your mouth, feeling yourself get wet between your legs. you rub your thighs together as a relief, logan seeing it spreads your legs apart, sliding your soaked panties to the side. he dips his fingers into your heat making you squirm around, tapping at his thighs from the overstimulation. logan thrusts deeper into your throat and feels himself cumming, the tight slick space of your mouth just feeling so good to him. “you gonna let daddy make a mess in this pretty fuckin mouth?” if you could nod you would, but at the moment your mind was filled with the pleasure that was going on between your legs and how stuffed your mouth was. logan rubs a few more circles around your clit and you feel it — it makes your body arch off the bed, legs twitching around the covers as you come down from your high. “fuck..” next thing you know your mouth is being filled to the brim, logan spilling all his cum deep in your throat, groaning and basically growling above you. he slides his dick out your mouth, a bitter taste left in your mouth as you cough catching your breath from your mouth being used. he picks up your head to face him, looking at him with half lidded eyes logan strokes your head. “you gonna tell me what happened today like a big girl or keep acting like a brat? hm, tell me and ill fix it bub.” the reassurance makes you realize how you acted out towards him, yelling at him over something he didn’t even do when he just came home from work, you feel sorry. “m’sorry logan, I didn’t mean to take my anger out on you. after you left this morning for work everything just kept going wrong, nd I didn’t know how to deal with it..” he knows your sorry, pulling you into his lap as he hugs you telling you that it’s okay.

[lilidawnonthemoon]

[moyarb]

It’s not lost on me that when someone talks about how “Beyoncé is overrated” or that she’s “not that talented” I’m supposed to respect other people’s music opinions, but if I say Taylor Swift’s music isn’t my style or I don’t care for her that much it’s like I said the most heinous thing in the world and I don’t support other women.

[danandfuckingjonlmao]

atp phil’s like “ffs i wish i could hit you with a car then i wouldn’t have to be stuck with your annoying dramatic ass 🙄”

[napping-sapphic]

Good luck trying to casually cuddle with me if we date we’d lay down and get nice and cozy and then i would fall asleep in two seconds flat and trap you for four hours

[deklo]

and then we never speak of it again 😔🤚

[bonecarversbestie]

News flash: he’s still “book 1 Lucien”

He’s just book 1 Lucien after

being tortured and nearly killed

Watching his friend get brutally murdered

Going on a months long search through deadly enemy territory to search for that friend when she went missing

Finding out he had a mate and that SHE was also taken into enemy territory

Finding out that his mate is in love with another and that maybe he’ll never have a second chance at love(and possibly secretly feeling like he doesn’t deserve one)

Was harassed and SAed by Ianthe

Being betrayed by his friend and ALSO being dragged into enemy territory

Going on a dangerous journey alone to a death god’s lake

Fighting in his first battle

His best friend cut/kicked him out and punched him in his precious face

Trying to find a home after his “friend” destroyed the one he knew for centuries

And that’s not even counting the trauma before Feyre showed up. All that happened in only a couple years.

I also miss the joking and flirting but bb has been through the wringer. Twice. So unless you wanna pay for his therapy I don’t wanna hear it.

(Reminder: Feyre was the only one of the Spring Court trio who was allowed to heal after UTM. Yes she deserved the chance to heal, but so did they.)

[chrissy-kaos]

…Tired of losing my nightmares are lucid I ain’t won a battle in my head since this war’s fuckin’ begun…..

[yuwuta]

How do you think megumi handles a jealous gf? Try to talk? Give her affectionate head pats? Hug her a little more? Or just rails her all night?

He'd getting an ego boost regardless btw

You have opened a wormhole for me with this ask and I’m gonna try to be normal while answering it but also I have to get this out so walk with me….

In short, yeah he does get a sort of ego boost, but it’s mostly… reassurance? He’s so spoiled with attention and he doesn’t even realize it until you’re Not jealous… and even though he’ll deny this until the day he dies, it’s so evident. He doesn’t really need you to get overtly jealous, he doesn’t need you throwing stones at people who look at him twice, or scolding him for thirty-second interactions with attractive strangers—but he does expect a certain level of protectiveness from you. He’s your significant other, shouldn’t you want to?—he knows he feels it. And besides, he really doesn’t know any other way to show his love for people, and more importantly, how to see that other people are showing their love for him. Megumi has always had dogs in the literal sense of his pets, but also in the people who care about him: Gojo follows him around and bothers him and nips at him like a spoiled chihuahua even if Megumi tells him off for it, Nobara invades his life and personal space like a bratty yorkie, and Yuuji is the husky he mistakenly gave affection once and is now dramatic whenever he doesn’t receive it. So when you don’t follow Megumi around, when you don’t nuzzle yourself into him to get his attention, when you don’t paw at him to get him to pay attention to you instead of whoever or whatever he’s currently engaged with, he’s so confused, and a little bit upset, and a lot pouty. Because why do you hate him… if you loved him, you’d simply bark for his attention, wouldn’t you 🙄?

So when you DO any of those things, when you huff when he’s not paying attention to you, or get upset that he has other plans, or tell him you don’t like the person he’s been spending time with instead of you, then that teeny part of him that loves that reaction is very satisfied. He knows he probably shouldn’t feel this happy to have you jealous, but he does, and such is life… sometimes he acts gruff if you’re being unreasonable dramatic about whatever you’re jealous of, but most times he tries to play it cool, reassure you that he doesn’t like who or whatever more than you—gives you a pat on the head, pokes at your cheek briefly, if he’s feeling really happy about you having your paws on him you might get a kiss to the side of your head; all his silent way of calming your nerves and saying “good girl,” because that’s the reaction he expects of you. Honestly, he’ll do whatever it takes to make you happy if you really are upset with him, because he loves you and he doesn’t want you to feel badly, but also because he’s a little bit giddy that you want all of his attention like this, so who is he not to give it to you

[karouvas]

would absolutely love for part of the context of the “you’ve dated way more than I have” (which I will always maintain that whatever other factors are involved, had way more to do with Adam’s perception of Gansey’s levels of experience than the actuality of them / Adam is an unreliable narrator because he thinks of Gansey as the coolest hottest person evah and assumes everyone else feels this way too) to be that Adam spent ages thinking that Malory was their age but just had older mannerisms / hobbies like Gansey does and that Gansey might have dated them… in my mind the first time Gansey ever brings up Malory pre series he doesn’t use pronouns so Adam constructs this image of this glamorous old money English girl who has all of Gansey’s interests and is rabidly jealous of her, and also into the image of her in his head. Then like a few months later he realizes he’s a guy and is still jealous even though he thinks Gansey is straight or is he??… then like a few months after that it becomes clear he’s older but he’s still not sure How much older and this is Adam hot for evil Latin teacher Parrish so he’s still not ruling out the jealousy… and then he meets Malory and is embarrassed for his previous thoughts but still jealous, because he spent for much time with Gansey and because Adam is a neurotic freak.

[riaki]

arcade date w childhoodbsf!gojo, who doesn’t go to your school, except even though the arcade is emptier than it usually is, there’s still enough stragglers for ur egotistic bestfriend to feel the need to show off. n so he pledges to win u every single thing u want on sight— whether it be that silly little plump cat plushie smushed between mounds of stuffed animals that caught ur eye, or the keychains in the gacha capsule dispensers that he knows he probably shouldn’t attempt since they’re just rigged like everyone knows— but the way you were eyeing them with stars in your irises makes it so much harder for him to resist. after all, he can’t resist you either— so he empties his wallet on those evil machines anyway.

it’s all fun and games; the prizes in your arms are stacking up like fuzzy icecream scoops in a waffle cone, and although gojo gets more jealous of the stuffed toys than he’d like to admit— he likes seeing the way your eyes light up when you smile like that, so he toils at the games until his arms are sore from shooting hoops and his hair is a frazzled mess from all the times he’s ran his hands through the white strands. it’s great to hang out with him after so long— growing up together has always made you close, even though going separate ways after jr high, so time flies when he’s around. ur so engrossed in winning a game of streetfighter against him that neither of u notices when the cute guy from ur school shows up and slides a hand onto ur shoulder, from which u immediately lose to gojo due to the distraction. ofc gojo likes to toot his own horn whenever he wins n so he jumps up from his seat in excitement— until he catches sight of that bastard who dares lay a hand on his best friend.

and so it dials up a notch— gojo works his ass off trying to prove himself to u, caught in this secret competition with this irritably good lookin guy who’s clearly out to steal u from him. ofc he won’t have any of that. but you’re completely oblivious— bless your sweet heart, so the reason ur childhood bsf gets so angry all of a sudden is completely bewildering to u. is he mad at you…? were u not good enough at street fighter for him???? and so by absolute mistake u dump gojo and ur school friend together at a machine ‘for a game against a more suitable opponent’ and skitter away to mind your business elsewhere— and win those cute keychains u saw earlier to match w gojo.

and obviously gojo doesnt take kindly to that— but instead of acting like a normal person and letting it slide, he vows to beat ur friend’s ass (‘in the game’ ofc..) as an act of vengeance, more for himself than for u. but he’s never gonna admit that to your face, is he? much less the way he so desperately wishes for you to notice his overwhelming feelings; the fluttering in his chest he gets whenever he’s around u that your school friend so helpfully points out while they’re duking it out in a game of tabletop hockey. apparently, ur friend has no interest— it’s a free game for gojo. but he can’t seem to work up the nerve to tell u, even when you offer him the keychains u won with ur blood sweat and tears; the reason you were gone for so long in the liminal space of the arcade, and the reason his tiny, itsy bitsy harmless crush turns into something much more staggering, a stake in his heart that only drives deeper everytime he sees the lonely keychain hanging from his school bag and is reminded that you’re nowhere near him. he’s never gonna be able to say it to ur pretty face, and ur scumbag new ‘boyfriend’ hanging around u knows it too.

[spaceydoo]

Blurred visions

drunk!ban who always has to be the loudest in the club and just says nonsense to anybody who’s willing to listen.

drunk!ban who picked a fight with some rando who he thought was trying to take a peek under your dress when he just so happened to drop his wallet right beside you. luckily, you broke the fight before anything got serious.

drunk!ban who brings you on the dance floor which you agreed to while he just grabbed your ass the whole time swaying left and right while he kept his head buried in your neck even though you were supposed to be “dancing”

drunk!ban who suggested that you take more than one shot so when y’all went home things would be “spiced up” but one of you had to be the sober one to drive so you declined.

drunk!ban who does dumb shit like saying everyone’s drinks were on him which you had to turn down cuz he wasn’t gonna spend all that money on something like that.

drunk!ban who makes you sit on his lap, back facing him whispering how much he loves you and placing kisses all on your neck letting soft moans out since the music covered them.

drunk!ban who knows what he’s doing to you from his intoxicating smell, his drunken eyes, the taste of alcohol in his mouth after a passionate kiss and his growing member.

drunk!ban who decides to ditch the club and do a little something in the car with you.

drunk!ban who brings you to the backseat, and strips you down to your underwear and lays you on your back, licking his lips at the meal in front of him.

drunk!ban who licks your soaking pussy while your panties were still on making you frustrated from the lack of contact.

drunk!ban who gets tired of this quick and rips your panties off you and eats you out as if he had been starved for days (he ate you out yesterday)

drunk!ban who is immediately pussy drunk and moans into your pussy, the vibrations sending you off the edge.

drunk!ban who adds one finger then two to your pretty pussy and curls it in just the right places.

drunk!ban who picks up the pace of his fingers and mouth when he knows you’re close and uses his other hand to massage your breast which made you grip his hair desperately needing more of him.

drunk!ban who gets squirted all over and laps it up while you ride out your high, bucking you hips against his tongue, shaking from how intense your orgasm was.

drunk!ban who never seen you shaking so much after being ate out which he took as an accomplishment.

drunk!ban who gives you a look that say “we bouta be here all night”

drunk!ban who begins to line himself up to your hole before crashing into with such force that you were already loosing your vision.

drunk!ban who fucks you fast and gives you kisses while you moan into his mouth unable to kiss him back.

drunk!ban who gets scratches from you on his back which he loves to admire in the mirror.

drunk!ban who sits up to admire your figure under the street light, still keeping his same pace when you pull him back with your legs wrapped around him to feel him at a whole different level.

drunk!ban who is grunting and moaning just as loud as you were when you both were getting so close.

drunk!ban who is slurring praises in your ear and how y’all should cum at the same time <33

drunk!ban who has never been this vocal in bed which surprised yo since you almost never hear him moan like this

drunk!ban who only had to fuck you a little more until you squirted on his cock, soaking the car seats while he came inside you.

drunk!ban who rested on top of you fucking you slowly as he spilled his seed into you

drunk!ban who gives you about a minute to rest until he began fucking you without mercy while tears were forming from overstimulation and your moans gradually became louder which he hid with sloppy kisses

gotta love drunk ban <3

[emmyrosee]

When you paw the bed next to you for a sign of warmth, you furrow your brows at the feeling of it cold. You’d expected at least Hiroki to be next to you, filling up the warm area that Osamu’s body leaves, but there’s nothing.

There’s a set of laughter coming from the kitchen, Hiroki and Rumi’s, probably at their poor father’s expense, and it has you smiling as you slowly sit up to face the day.

You yawn and make your way over to his laundry basket, grabbing a random shirt and a pair of SpongeBob boxers to wear before making your way out to the kitchen, the smell of breakfast having your mouth water in excitement.

“Mommy doesn’t like that,” you hear a tiny voice say, and you smirk softly at Hiroki’s sass.

Osamu says he got it from you. You tell him he got it from Atsumu.

“Well mommy’s not here right now, is she?”

“Mumma’s gonna sold you,” Rumi then chirps, and you slowly make your way into the kitchen, smiling at the sight.

There’s a tiny girl and an even younger boy standing on either side of their Osamu, one more tiny girl on his hip while he has a verbal battle with him about whatever he did to your breakfast.

“Mommy’s gonna scold both of you if you wake her up on a weekend,” he sings.

With the threat, the two children dash away, and when their strawberry juice stained faces finally look up to you, you hold a finger up to shush them. They giggle softly and repeat the action back to you.

With a soft step, you creep towards Osamu with a playful grin, careful to be as quiet as you can under the sound of him making breakfast. You skitter your fingers up his sides to make him squeal, and as he does just that, your eldest and middle children laugh loudly before growing quiet and snickery under Osamu’s faux glare of warning.

“Why don’t you go play with worms or something?” He teases, and you click your tongue because you know damn well they’ll try to do it.

“Not without mommy. Go play inside.”They nod and scatter, and Osamu finally turns his gaze to you while you plant a kiss on your infants cheek. “Morning my baby.”

“Morning- oh, wait. Me or the actual baby?” He asks.

“I can address both of you under the same name,” you assure, rising on your tiptoes to kiss his cheek now. “Makin’ breakfast for me?”

“I wanted you to sleep in,” he sighs, but he smiles down at you. “After Hiroki practically headbutted me awake, I figured we could do something nice for ya.”

“Awww, honey,” you coo, resting your head on his shoulder and rubbing a palm up and down his back.

You hang in the silence of frying foods and quiet clangs of bowls, before you break it with a hug around his waist, kissing his arm for attention.

“Fatherhood looks so good on you,” you mewl, rising up on your tiptoes to meet him for a kiss. When he leans down to match you, you give him a playful swat on his butt, making him yelp out.

“Do not,” he grumbles, still smiling.

You roll your eyes, your hands now moving to cup his cheeks, “you never let me have any fun.” When you try to kiss him again, your toddler sticks her fingers between you both, fishhooking poor Osamu’s lip and pulling to the side.

“Okay- ow, okay-“ he whines, using his hand to gently move hers from his mouth. “Quick, kiss me now.”

You snicker and do as he asks, but your moment lasts even shorter when your Hiroki and Rumi come around the corner, synchronized “ewwwww!”’s falling from their lips.

He sighs, planting a kiss to your head, “how’s fatherhood looking to you now?”

You beam up at him, “never better.”

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