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𝑪𝒂𝒔𝒆𝒚'𝒔 𝑭𝒊𝒍𝒆- 𝑭𝒊𝒍𝒆 #EXP-420-002

!𝑵𝒆𝒘 𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝑨𝒍𝒆𝒓𝒕!

𝑹𝒖𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒍'𝒔 𝑭𝒊𝒍𝒆- 𝑭𝒊𝒍𝒆 #EXP-069-002

!COMING SOON- Corrupted Casey's file #Z-222-The-Beacon!

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"𝑊𝑒𝑙𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑒! 𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑚𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑏𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑛𝑒𝑤 𝐸𝑥𝑝𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑎𝑏𝑙𝑒𝑠 𝑈𝑟𝑏𝑎𝑛 𝑠ℎ𝑎𝑑𝑒 𝑠𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑑𝑜𝑤𝑛! 𝐴𝑙𝑙𝑜𝑤 𝑚𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑟𝑜𝑑𝑢𝑐𝑒 𝑚𝑦𝑠𝑒𝑙𝑓."

"𝑁𝑎𝑚𝑒'𝑠 𝐶𝑎𝑠𝑒𝑦. 𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑠ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑𝑛'𝑡 𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑠 𝑎 𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑙𝑒 𝑡𝑜𝑜 𝑚𝑢𝑐ℎ 𝑑𝑜𝑤𝑛 ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒! 𝐼𝑡'𝑙𝑙 𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑏𝑒 𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑒 𝑎𝑠 𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑠 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑓𝑜𝑙𝑙𝑜𝑤 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑏𝑎𝑠𝑖𝑐 𝑟𝑢𝑙𝑒𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝑏𝑒𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑑𝑜𝑤𝑛 ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒!"

"𝑅𝑢𝑙𝑒 1. 𝑂𝑏𝑠𝑒𝑟𝑣𝑒. 𝑂𝑏𝑠𝑒𝑟𝑣𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑠𝑢𝑟𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑚𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑠𝑢𝑟𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑘𝑒𝑒𝑝 𝑎 𝑐𝑙𝑜𝑠𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑤𝑎𝑡𝑐ℎ𝑓𝑢𝑙 𝑒𝑦𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑠𝑢𝑟𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠. 𝑌𝑜𝑢'𝑙𝑙 𝑛𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤 𝑤ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑏𝑒 𝑜𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑠𝑖𝑑𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑑𝑜𝑜𝑟.... 𝑂𝑟 𝑤𝑎𝑙𝑙.."

"𝑅𝑢𝑙𝑒 2. 𝐷𝑜𝑛'𝑡 𝑙𝑜𝑤𝑒𝑟 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑔𝑢𝑎𝑟𝑑. 𝐷𝑜𝑛'𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑘 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑎 𝑚𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢'𝑟𝑒 𝑠𝑎𝑓𝑒. 𝐵𝑒𝑐𝑎𝑢𝑠𝑒 𝑖𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠 𝑠𝑒𝑒𝑚𝑠 𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑒 𝑔𝑜𝑜𝑑.... 𝑌𝑜𝑢'𝑟𝑒 𝑤𝑟𝑜𝑛𝑔... 𝑇ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑡𝑜𝑜 𝑔𝑜𝑜𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑒 𝑡𝑟𝑢𝑒. 𝑁𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑔𝑒𝑡 𝑡𝑜𝑜 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑡𝑎𝑏𝑙𝑒 𝑖𝑛 𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑠𝑝𝑜𝑡."

"𝐹𝑖𝑛𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑟𝑢𝑙𝑒 3. 𝐷𝑜𝑛'𝑡 𝑡𝑟𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑎𝑛𝑦𝑜𝑛𝑒."

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𝑇𝑎𝑔 𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡;

𝑁𝑒𝑒𝑑 𝑎 𝐺𝑢𝑖𝑑𝑒? - 𝑅𝑜𝑙𝑒𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑦 𝑏𝑎𝑠𝑒𝑑 𝑟𝑒𝑏𝑙𝑜𝑔𝑠(𝐶𝑎𝑠𝑒𝑦)

𝐿𝑜𝑜𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑇𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑏𝑙𝑒?- 𝑅𝑜𝑙𝑒𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑦 𝑏𝑎𝑠𝑒𝑑 𝑟𝑒𝑏𝑙𝑜𝑔𝑠(𝑅𝑢𝑠𝑠𝑒𝑙𝑙)

𝐷𝑜𝑢𝑏𝑙𝑒 𝑇𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑏𝑙𝑒!- 𝐶𝑎𝑠𝑒𝑦 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑅𝑢𝑠𝑠𝑒𝑙𝑙 𝑅𝑜𝑙𝑒𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑦 𝑟𝑒𝑏𝑙𝑜𝑔𝑠

𝑓𝑖𝑙𝑒 𝑐𝑎𝑠𝑒 - ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑐𝑎𝑛𝑜𝑛𝑠 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝐶𝑎𝑠𝑒𝑦/𝑅𝑢𝑠𝑠𝑒𝑙𝑙

𝑤𝑜𝑚𝑝 𝑤𝑜𝑚𝑝 - 𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑠𝑡 𝑡𝑜𝑝𝑖𝑐𝑠 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑐𝑎𝑛𝑜𝑛/𝑟𝑜𝑙𝑒𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑦

🐕(𝑎𝑛𝑦𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔) - 𝑀𝑜𝑑 𝑠𝑝𝑒𝑎𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔!

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" 𝐴 𝑓𝑒𝑤 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑠ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤 𝑏𝑒𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑡𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑚𝑒!"

'1. 𝑀𝑜𝑑 𝑖𝑠 18+. 𝑆𝑜 𝑎𝑠 𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑠 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 18+, 𝐽𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑑𝑜𝑛'𝑡 𝑔𝑜 𝑡𝑜𝑜 𝑔𝑟𝑎𝑝ℎ𝑖𝑐. 𝐵𝑢𝑡 18+ 𝑎𝑠𝑘𝑠 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑤𝑒𝑙𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑒.'

'2. 𝐴𝑙𝑙 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑠 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑤𝑒𝑙𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑑! 𝐸𝑖𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑖𝑡'𝑠 𝑐𝑎𝑛𝑜𝑛 𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑠, 𝑂𝐶𝑆, 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑛 𝑐𝑟𝑜𝑠𝑠 𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑠!! 𝐼𝑓 𝑖𝑡'𝑠 𝑎𝑛 𝑜𝑐 𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝐼 𝑎𝑠𝑘 𝑖𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑑𝑒𝑠𝑐𝑟𝑖𝑏𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑚! 𝑇ℎ𝑎𝑡 ��𝑎𝑦 𝑖𝑡 ℎ𝑒𝑙𝑝𝑠 𝑚𝑒 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑣𝑖𝑑𝑒 𝑎 𝑏𝑒𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑎𝑛𝑠𝑤𝑒𝑟!'

'3. 𝑃𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑒 𝑛𝑜 ℎ𝑎𝑡𝑒 𝑤ℎ𝑎𝑡𝑠𝑜𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟. 𝐴𝑛𝑦𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑟𝑒𝑔𝑎𝑟𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 ℎ𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑜𝑛 𝑚𝑒 𝑜𝑟 𝑜𝑛 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑒𝑙𝑠𝑒. 𝑊ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝐼 𝑚𝑒𝑎𝑛 𝑖𝑠 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑝𝑢𝑟𝑒 𝑣𝑒𝑛𝑜𝑚 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝐼'𝑙𝑙 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑡. 𝐼𝑓 𝑖𝑡'𝑠 𝑟𝑒𝑔𝑎𝑟𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎 𝑟𝑜𝑙𝑒𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑦 𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑑 𝑜𝑓 ℎ𝑎𝑡𝑒 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢'𝑟𝑒 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑡𝑟𝑢𝑙𝑦 𝑚𝑒𝑎𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑖𝑡 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑖𝑡'𝑠 𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑡 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑦𝑜𝑢'𝑟𝑒 𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑦𝑖𝑛𝑔. 𝑇ℎ𝑎𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡𝑠 𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑒. 𝑑𝑜𝑛'𝑡 𝑢𝑠𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑎𝑠 𝑎𝑛 𝑒𝑥𝑐𝑢𝑠𝑒 𝑡𝑜 ℎ𝑎𝑡𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ.'

'4. 𝐼 𝑑𝑜𝑛'𝑡 𝑎𝑠𝑘 𝑚𝑢𝑐ℎ 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑟𝑜𝑙𝑒𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑦𝑖𝑛𝑔. 𝐵𝑢𝑡 𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝐼 𝑎𝑠𝑘 𝑖𝑠 𝑎𝑡 𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑡 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑚 𝑜𝑓 𝑎 𝑑𝑒𝑡𝑎𝑖𝑙𝑒𝑑 𝑟𝑜𝑙𝑒𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑦. (𝑀𝑎𝑖𝑛𝑙𝑦 𝑏𝑒𝑐𝑎𝑢𝑠𝑒 𝐼'𝑚 𝑢𝑠𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑤𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎 𝑙𝑜𝑡.). 𝑆𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑚𝑒𝑎𝑛𝑠 𝑔𝑜 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑑 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ ℎ𝑜𝑤 𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑔 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢'𝑟𝑒 𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑝𝑜𝑛𝑠𝑒𝑠. 𝑌𝑜𝑢'𝑟𝑒 𝑤𝑒𝑙𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑚𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑠ℎ𝑜𝑟𝑡 𝑜𝑛𝑒𝑠 𝑖𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡'𝑠 𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢'𝑟𝑒 𝑠𝑡𝑦𝑙𝑒. 𝐴𝑔𝑎𝑖𝑛 𝑖𝑡'𝑠 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑚𝑢𝑐ℎ. 𝐼𝑡'𝑠 𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑒 𝑖𝑓 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑑𝑜𝑛'𝑡. 𝐽𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑒𝑥𝑝𝑒𝑐𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑎𝑚𝑒 𝑙𝑒𝑛𝑔𝑡ℎ 𝑜𝑓 𝑚𝑦 𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑝𝑜𝑛𝑠𝑒 𝑡𝑜 ℎ𝑜𝑤 𝑚𝑢𝑐ℎ 𝑌𝑂𝑈 𝑤𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑒 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑎𝑠𝑘.'

'5. 𝑃𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑒 𝑑𝑜𝑛'𝑡 𝑟𝑒𝑏𝑙𝑜𝑔 𝑎𝑛𝑦 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑝𝑜𝑠𝑡𝑠 𝑎𝑠 𝑖𝑡 𝑚𝑎𝑦 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑓𝑢𝑠𝑒 𝑒𝑖𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑚𝑒 𝑜𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑟𝑜𝑙𝑒𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑦𝑒𝑟 𝑖𝑓 𝑦𝑜𝑢'𝑟𝑒 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑎𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑡 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑟𝑜𝑙𝑒 𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑦.'

'6. 𝑂𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑏𝑒 𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑝𝑒𝑐𝑡𝑓𝑢𝑙 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑑𝑓𝑢𝑙. 𝑇ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑘 𝑦𝑜𝑢!!'

[imheretoreadafic]

I really love the concept of Tim hiding in small spaces randomly, and his family just completely accepting this as normal behavior.

Like,

Dick, mid conversation with Wally, grabs a cookie from his plate and reaches behind the couch, sticking his arm down there and pulls it up with no cookie. He doesn't falter once in his conversation.

Wally blinks in confusion a few times and then carefully asks, "Did you just... put a cookie behind the couch?"

Dick blinks as well. "Tim is behind there." He said like that should be obvious.

"What?! Dude, has he been listening to our conversation??"

"Nah, he's got his headphones on." Dick says dismissively.

Tim reaches his hand up and taps Dick on the shoulder to get his attention and then mimes writing. Dick hands him a pen.

"This happens all the time, doesn't it?" Wally asked, amused.

Dick snorts and nods. "Are you really surprised? I mean, I hang upside down when i need to think, Damian cuts things, Jason shoots things, Bruce broods. Tim hides."

Wally laughs. "Fair enough, man."

Or,

Mid Justice League meeting, Bruce looks under the desk he's at, grunts and motions to the side of his head. Then, he grumbles "Notepad." A second passes, he straightens up and starts scribbling something onto a notepad.

"What the hell just happened?" Hal asks bluntly.

"Red Robin is under there." Clark says immediately, used to this whole thing.

"Okay... Is there, like, a reason for that?"

Bruce grunts, and Clark says, "He likes it under there."

"Ooookkaayyyy then."

[sentientsky]

gillian anderson at the 1998 golden globes save me. save me gillian anderson at the 1998 golden globes

[trekkerac]

it does not matter who you are! stanley will lie to your face! and trick you into following some rando who's not even dead or gonna die for miles out of town!

👻💀All Frankenghost drawings💀👻

[headcanonthings]

Tim: *dies* Stephanie: Timer starts now! When do you think he’ll be back? I say two months Damian: Bullshit. One month Dick: nah, half a month Bruce, sobbing: WHAT ARE YOU DOING? TIM JUST DIED! Jason, scratching his chin in thought: One week

[indigo6f00ff]

need to share an experience i had 30 minutes ago

(edit: thanks to @walks-the-ages for providing and reminding me to put alt text, sorry it slips my mind alot lol)

[coddda]

I wish we could have met in some other way.

Lawlight Week Day 2: Soulmates

If you saw me repost and re-edit this several times uh No you didn't </3

Still frames/Individual gifs:

If you know what every frame is from you get a free cookie. by the way

[to-lost-futures]

kinda weird question but how do you name your files? something like LeftBeef, leftBeef, Left_Beef or any other way

No no this is an excellent question to ask a nerd / autist

left_beef

[thegoddamnhat]

there's nothing quite like a random piece of media you consumed ages ago and loved at the time but kinda forgot about after coming back to you years later absolutely out of nowhere like "you thought you could forget about me? don't worry! i'm here to be the only thing you care about yet again" and then the cycle repeats

it's fun but also painful because the intensity of the obsession revived makes it hard to focus on anything else like someone get these fictional people out of my head please

[lucabyte]

monologue

[katebeckets]

how to say "I love you" in x-files [143/?] ⤷ 2.13 — “Irresistible”

[ladyofthebookcase]

it took me a year to get to this point but i finally understand [explodes into viscera

[daydreamerwonderkid]

Genuinely love the fact that regardless of which Superfam/Batfam pairing (romantic or platonic) you're looking at, it's always some variation of:

Batfam member: They're so lucky I'm the normal one.

Superfam member: Holy shit, every single one of you is fucking insane!!!!

[bugblast]

beyond confronts a shinigami and vice versa

^ the shinigami in question

[stars-eclipsing]

ִֶָ࣪☾. | Invinci-dih

Tags: Sub!Mark, Also u cuck ur neighbors (Kidding! ^_^) Notes: Creative title, right? Also pretty short I'm just horny soooooo

You clasp a hand over Mark’s mouth, quieting him. 

The neighbors had already knocked on your door at ungodly hours so often, you’re worried they’re gonna make an actual noise complaint one of these days. 

You blink slowly down at him. The air is thick and heady, making sweat stick to your skin, “Are you going to be quiet, Mark?” You whisper. He makes a small sound that’s muffled beneath your hand. So, you go for the meaner approach, “Or else... we’re going to have to stop.”

He whines at that, but ultimately quietens when you give him a firm look. 

After a few seconds of being shut up, he nods, and you remove your hand. It’s connected to his mouth by a line of spit. You wipe it on his red-hot cheek with a hard smile. 

You place your hands back on his abdomen. It flexes or rather- jerks, but as promised he doesn’t make a sound. You roll your hips shallowly experimentally, and he groans. 

You place a finger to your lips, and he nods, a bit dazed, and bites his bottom lip. 

You continue to roll your hips against his own, steadily increasing your pace. He cant say a word besides the whimpers that escape him accidentally, so his head thrashes against the pillow, and his thighs jerk and flex under you. Talk about an unsafe ride. 

His bottom lip bleeds from the pressure of his sharp teeth, and you decide to act funny. You rise on your knees, the lewd sounds of the both of you being disconnected filling your dark bedroom, and Mark’s eyes roll back, and he shakes his head, knowing what you're about to do, “No. Please—”

You drop down with an unfamiliar speed, and Mark lets out a drawn out, loud moan. At the sound and motion, you feel butterflies in your stomach. 

You shallowly move up and down, and he lets out a series of cries, chokes, and screams. You already knew this night was going to be a short one, expecting to greet your neighbor in a few minutes at the door, so you’ll make these few minutes count.