#i will be here on the sidelines with popcorn

[gideonisms]

idk with this ai art stuff we kinda have to face the fact that the bots can make art as good as ours, maybe one day could generate stories just as easily, but they probably aren't having as much fun doing it. Their job is basically marketing. Ours is living

[gag-me-munson]

The Drive-In

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader (No use of y/n)

Warnings: MINORS DNI. 18+ Only. Graphic descriptions of sex. Oral on Eddie. Unprotected sex. Just... Adults only, thanks ✌️

"C'mon. The movie starts at 9:30, I'll pick you up at 8:45. It'll be fun." Eddie teases your arm with his fingertips, letting them dance up and down as he sing-song's the words to you.

"What was the movie again?" You sigh and lean against his van, looking up to meet his winning stare. If it weren't for those eyes, you'd have never even given him a shot. But Eddie was sweet down beneath it all and he loved to be around you.

"Nightmare On Elm Street." He grins wide and you audibly groan. You'd seen it already, at least thrice, but being with Eddie always was a trip, so you agree.

"Alright, it's a date!" He slaps his hand on the van hood and you can only shake your head and smile at his boyish enthusiasm.

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The weather was still a little chilly so you made sure to wear a sweater that evening. Makeup had been placed just to hide what you thought were your imperfections and you went with a generous and sultry red lip. Eddie's favorite, he called it your "dick sucking lipstick" and it always made you squirm and blush.

A honk outside and you rush out the door, grabbing your purse hurriedly before any questions can be tossed at you. Eddie wasn't exactly a parent favorite, but he was your favorite and that's what mattered.

"Hey, sweetheart," Eddie begins as you get into the passenger side, shutting the door with quick ease. "God, you look amazing." You can feel his deep brown eyes giving you the once over, looking you up and down before he puts the van into gear. One hand on the wheel, Eddie let's the other trace patterns on your bare leg, the skirt you decided on riding up your thighs.

It's a short and semi-uneventful drive to the outdoor theater and Eddie happens to have the money this time. You know he sells drugs on the sideline to people and you've often smoked joints with him- as in, right now- so it never really mattered how he got the money to spoil you with.

Eddie picks a spot nearer the back and once parked, hops straight out of the van. "Want anything?" He asks as he comes to your side, the window already having been rolled down for the trip.

"Just a blue slushie if they have them." You're simple tonight and after crushing a blunt together on the way here, you were beginning to only have one thing on your mind. He grins his "okay" and you watch his ass in those tight pants as he saunters off, already on cloud nine.

"Just you wait, Munson." You murmur and begin to climb into the back of the open spaced van and settle down, waiting.

"All they had was red," Eddie says about ten minutes later, climbing into the back with you. "But it matches that pretty little mouth of yours, so I figured it'd be okay."

You grin and open the straw from its packaging, placing it into the cup and taking a generous sip, groaning around the straw. You do this just because you know he's watching and when you open your eyes, sure enough, he is.

"Yes, Eddie?" You coo and offer him a drink but he's already busy tracing his fingers up and down your leg to care about a silly slushie.

"Want you... so bad." He leans forward to whisper in your ear, nibbling on your lobe. It causes you to giggle a little bit and then, in the next moment, he's off of you and adjusting the radio.

"Didn't come here to pay for a movie to at least not hear it." He grumbles, toying with his pants as he settles in next to you. Such a stickler for what he pays for, but you get it completely.

The movie begins about five minutes later and as you put a piece of popcorn into your mouth, you catch him staring again. Anything to do with your mouth and you always notice Eddie staring. Watching your fingers move to your lips, watching you suck liquids from a straw and he's there, staring in anticipation and wonderment.

The movie was obviously a clear ploy just to get you into the back of his van and you knew it all along. There was something about making him wait and watching him dance just to get you though, so you had to continue teasing him.

Another piece slowly into your mouth and you suck the butter and salt from your fingers, "Mmmm," you groan, "so good. Sure you don't want any?"

Eddie merely shakes his head and licks his lips, watching you still and you shake your head with a laugh.

"Watching me more than the movie you picked?"

He bites his bottom lip, eyes glazed over and reaches for your hips, dragging you to sit on top of him. His jeans are already tightening from the growing erection you've caused and when you roll your hips on it he moans softly.

"Don't... please stop teasing me, baby." He whimpers under your continued rolling, the friction from the material and his hardening dick become pleasure for you now, too.

"Tell me what you want, Eddie." And you kiss his neck gently, letting your teeth drag down to his collar bone as you move the material of his shirt away to reveal it.

"Want those pretty lips around my dick." He groans and thrusts his hips up as you bite down on his skin, a hiss emitting from his lips. "Please... Now." He begs in a rasping whisper.

You slowly start moving down his torso and as Eddie sits up to remove his shirt you decide to toy with him longer, loving how much he needs you.

It starts with a bite on his nipple, feeling it harden under your teeth and you take your time to lick around it before you kiss down to his belly button. Eddie's breaths are coming in shakes now and he's cursing you under those breaths.

Your hands begin to undo his belt before you're popping off the button and zipping down his fly. Pulling the black jeans down just enough to bare his bulging cock, you grin at his excitement. He needs to be touched so bad, his hands holding onto his shirt in a desperate plea.

Slowly you take his throbbing dick out of his boxers and when your hand connects, Eddie bites the shirt and moans. He's leaking and rock hard, ready for your wet and warm mouth.

After jacking him off for about a minute, you lean over and let your cool breath ghost over his dick before he finally has had enough of your shit and takes the back of your head into his hand and pushes down.

"Fucking finally," he moans loudly and you begin to suck him off at a much quicker pace. You taste the pre-cum and find a moan coming from yourself at his salty taste. His hands play with your hair and keep it out of your face to better see you, but he still has a firm grip and uses it to push you to your limits.

"Good girl... take it all." And he presses your head all the way down until your nose touches his abdomen. He keeps you there for a moment and the eases off, letting you breathe. Your mouth comes off of his dick just for a panting moment, but your hand steadily strokes him. You can feel yourself getting so wet and sticky from hearing Eddie become a moaning puddle of a man and as you sit up, slide your panties off, you notice just how much you need him.

"Want this dick, baby?" He groans and takes over, jacking himself off as you slide your skirt up. All you can manage now is a rather pathetic "Mmhmm." And then you're straddling his hips, moving his hand away in feverish hurry.

"I want you to ride me, babygirl. Then I want you to taste all of what you bring me to."

Groaning at the though of tasting Eddie even more, you slide down slowly and easily around his dick. You both inhale deeply at the closeness and as your ass comes to rest on his leg, you can feel him bucking his hips up again to drive himself as deep as he can into your pussy.

"So warm, God you're so fucking wet." Both your hands are playing, touching, gripping the others hair as Eddie whimpers. You begin to ride him with a certain frenzy, aching around his cock and when you begin to play with your clit, causing you to moan out his name Eddie sputters a string of "fuck's". He loves watching you play with yourself no matter the situation.

"So good, baby. So damn good." His head rests on the seat behind him and as you quicken your pace it's your turn to offer a hiss as he holds your skirt up with one hand, smacking your ass with the other before he grabs it roughly. "All mine." He growls.

"Yes, Eddie," you mewl and let your head fall to your damp chest, hair sticking to your forehead, "All yours."

You take your fingers away from your swollen and throbbing clit and Eddie grins, lifting his head up to put them fully in his mouth, sucking them clean like you did with the salty butter earlier. You gasp out a moan before he releases them with a satisfied smile.

"God you taste so good, even that little bit of you."

You begin to rub your clit and as you feel your orgasm come crashing down you slam onto his dick once more and moan loudly right into Eddie's ear rocking side to side to ride out this even better high.

"Get off me," Eddie growls and as you do you immediately go back down to his dick, slick with your stickiness and start to suck him off again, waiting on his climax.

Eddie takes your head into his hands and begins to fuck your face, only going deep enough to not make you gag.

Without further warning your mouth fills with Eddie's salty cum and he's riding his orgasm into your mouth, demanding that you swallow it all, begging that you taste him.

And you do, you let this brown eyed boy fuck your face into oblivion and once he slows to a stop you suck him good and hard one last time, emitting a twitch from his body before the moonlight catches your face and you noticeably swallow his load.

"God damn.... you are perfect. Come here and let's watch the rest of the movie." He smiles lazily and without even putting your clothes back on yet, you cuddle up, wipe your mouth and feel him plant a kiss on your head.

"Thank you," he mutters into your hair and for the first time in your relationship, you hear the words.

"I love you. Don't ever forget that."

[denimbex1986]

'Before I saw the Barbie movie, I was resolutely against ever seeing the Barbie movie. Despite the fact that as a child I loved Barbie, who I interviewed regularly for important radio segments in her coral peach ball gown, I decided that the last thing I needed was 90 neon-coloured-Margot-Robbie-filled minutes of a film which would obviously have nothing new to offer me; a grown-up feminist woman who stopped idealising the problematic Barbie aesthetic decades ago.

But then the reviews from angry men started rolling in. You only had to be vaguely near the internet after Barbie’s release to hear the resounding roars of the mostly middle-aged; outraged that such an abomination against “all men” could even be allowed to exist. The reviews began to read like dreamy promotional soundbites: “An alienating, dangerous and perverse film”, “They won’t be happy until we are all gay”.

These men were really, really wound up about this film. They loathed it. They were spitting fury at Greta Gerwig for creating a piece of such obvious, glaring, “anti-men, feminist propaganda”.

And so, when I was asked by one of my teenage children if I would be up for a day of “Barbenheimer”, I said “yes”: newly salivating at the potential of a project that could cause this much delicious backlash.

I decided I would swallow my aversion towards sustained exposure to powder pink, get Barbie watched, then chase it all away with a good dose of brooding grey, historically accurate cinema. Despite the promise of those furious reviews, I still expected to enter and exit the cinema despising Barbie and in awe of Oppenheimer.

During the five hours of media and popcorn consumption that followed, a chain reaction set in motion that left me changed. It made the vitriolic reviews of Barbie, calling Greta Gerwig’s masterpiece “anti-men”, even more comical. The irony was bright and clear to me: Oppenheimer is anti-women.

And the thing is that Oppenheimer is not different to most films. Because most films are anti-women.

We just don’t take to the internet to rage about it because we’re used to it; desensitised by the decades of cinematic women who exist only to paint their lips red, bare their breasts and give the important male protagonists something to play with.

Is Barbie anti-men? Oh, I hope so (it isn’t, it’s anti-patriarchy), but also, frankly, I don’t care. Because if it is – after decades of movies made by male directors like Oppenheimer’s Christopher Nolan, it has good reason to be.

And it does what it so brilliantly does within the sparkly, imaginary bubble of an entirely fictional world where the male characters it side-lines are literally plastic dolls, all called Ken (except Alan); fake toys who simply can’t even breathe. Anti-women films like Oppenheimer on the other hand, sideline or completely erase very real, flesh-and-blood women who lived whole lives and made significant contributions to our world.

So, if you’re a man who has watched Barbie and felt angry or irritated or just plain strange while watching the depiction and treatment of the Kens – then welcome to cinema. That is what it feels like to be a woman watching Hollywood movies most of the time.

But here’s the thing – that poor Ken doll you’re lamenting over, is not Leona Woods; who at 23 was one of the youngest female scientists the Manhattan project employed. Ken, unlike Leona, was not present at the first nuclear chain reaction and Ken did not have to do what Leona did – which was to conceal her pregnancy until two days before her baby was born. Ken is also not Elizabeth Graves; a scientist entirely essential to the project’s success who was completing an experiment when she went into labour and did not stop the experiment until it was finished, timing her contractions with a stopwatch. Let’s see Christopher Nolan make a three-hour-long film about that.

Neither Woods nor Graves feature in Oppenheimer, which, like so many anti-women films, manages to assume such an air of authority that it can leave us assuming that its astounding lack of female representation must be down to its admirable commitment to historical accuracy. I’ve heard the cries – “It is called Oppenheimer after all. How much do you expect it to worry about its women?” And perhaps it’s true – you can’t very well expect a film about the very intelligent physicists who tackled the science behind creating the atomic bomb to change facts just for representation can you?

No. But you can and should expect such a film to accurately and fairly represent the female scientists who were, in fact, right there – alongside Oppenheimer and his men, ensuring the Manhattan Project’s success. Perhaps it might have been appropriate if viewers left the three-hour epic clear in the knowledge that Kitty Oppenheimer didn’t only drink herself to distraction while taking care of screaming children and dropping a hip flask out of her handbag at every possible moment; she was also a trained botanist who was employed at Los Alamos to take blood and test the levels of radiation exposure of her colleagues.

More than 600 women worked on the Manhattan Project at Los Alamos alone, yet the only female scientist given any recognition in Nolan’s world is Lilli Hornig, who speaks only briefly, mostly in opposition to the bomb’s use. And what about Charlotte Serber? Who Nolan depicts as Oppenheimer’s secretary, completely erasing her vital work as scientific librarian for the project’s “secret library” and who, with no formal training, became the only female group leader, overseeing a staff of 12 people while also risking her safety in counter-espionage efforts.

Oppenheimer doesn’t only fail the Bechdel test, it fails to represent the real women who contributed so significantly to that morally fraught turning point in history. Those women were physicists, engineers, chemists, mathematicians. They existed. And, as is so often the case, many of their achievements have been forgotten and remain unrecognised, by both history and cinema.

As I continue to emerge from my Barbenheimer experience, researching the lost women of the Manhattan project and occasionally still basking in the disgust of all those angry men who need to hate the work of art that is Barbie, it becomes ever clearer: anti-women is the benchmark of mainstream filmmaking and some people are simply unable to deal with the plastic Manolo Blahnik being on the other foot.'

[gffa]

I cannot even BEGIN to describe how feral this trio of characters makes me, like set aside any potential shipping stuff, just as three characters who each have unique relationships with each other but each of those relationships winds up affecting the other character in this trio. Like-- Dick and Babs are sometimes a team together, two young heroes who are developing a friendship, two young heroes who understand what it's like to work with Tall Dark and Spooky and his need to control everything, that they both understand the other has a need to prove themselves, a drive that will not be stopped no matter what Batman tries to tell them. And eventually they will have an unshakeable relationship, whether romantic or platonic, they will always support each other. And Bruce will use that dynamic to help give Babs gear that will keep her alive until she ~wises up~, and Dick plays along with it, pretends that he's giving it to her because he has a crush on her, meanwhile it actually came directly from Bruce. Yet it also does help give her a sense of someone rooting for her, because Dick genuinely is! Dick and Bruce have a whole encyclopedia set of issues and undercurrents totally separate from this, god knows I've devoted like two hundred posts to trying to chip off even a fraction of Whatever Is Going On Over There, while here they're not yet father and son, but they're not not at that point at the same time, they're just not acknowledging it, but they're also partners, they tag-team Barbara with the good-cop/bad-cop routine when they have her in the Cave to ask why she's doing this, but Dick will turn on a dime and spray her with the knock-out gas, even though he'd projected a harmless aura and sneakily being on her side up until then. Bruce and Barbara have a conflict-driven dynamic, she wouldn't mind having his approval, but it's not why she does what she does, she's not driven by it, she's not motivated by it, this isn't about him. But when they clash, she's often mad as hell, because he wants to treat her like he treats Robin, someone that he can set the rules for, someone he has the right to interrogate and she tells him, no, you don't have a monopoly on helping people or even wearing a Bat-themed symbol. He's not an influence in her life and she genuinely does not want him to be, but at the same time he casts such a long shadow and he's set the mold for all of them, that he's an influence in everyone's life in the Gotham vigilante scene.

And I keep thinking of that one future Gotham Knights issue where Dick tells Bruce that he and Babs are dating and she's so annoyed because SHE wanted to be the one to tell Bruce just so he didn't get to pretend to be all-knowing on her, when Dick just laughs in her face because she's being so cranky and weird about it, he thinks it's hilarious that they're trying to use him as a pawn in whatever chess game they have going between them, because he loves them both but also he's not going to play by those same rules, you guys have fun with that, he'll just watch with popcorn from the sidelines and laugh at you.

Just!! The slippery and sliding dynamics between these three!! At ANY GIVEN TIME two of them could be going through something that spills over onto the third and you never know which two it's going to be! And it's complicated and thorny and crunchy in the best way, there are always good moments and bad moments, and no two dynamics are the same, like what Barbara has with Dick is completely different from what she has with Bruce, which is completely different from what she has with her dad, while what Dick has with Barbara is completely different from what he has with Bruce, while what Bruce has with Dick is completely different from what he has with Barbara, and I'm not sure any other trio really comes close to that (other than maybe Bruce & Tim & Steph, but other than in a few runs, I'm not sure how much of a foundation that is to who the characters are to each other on a bigger narrative level). It's not that they don't exist outside of each other! It's very easy to find Bruce & Dick stories that aren't influenced by Babs at all, it's very easy to find Dick & Babs stories that aren't influenced by Bruce at all, it's even reasonably easy to find Bruce & Babs moments that aren't about Dick at all. They're not all tied up in each other. But they have built their foundations around each other. Bruce, because Dick was the one who knocked down his emotional walls and opened his heart up to having a family. Dick, because Bruce raised him and gave him a path forward in life, gave him direction. Barbara, because if she's going to love Dick (as a friend or as a boyfriend, whichever), he doesn't come without the Bat influence and she has to be aware of the space that takes up in him, as well as if you're a Bat yourself, you're eventually going to clash with Bruce, and boy has she.

And I'm just really, really into that kind of "multiple moving pieces on the board" dynamic, especially when it's not always nice or soft, because each of them care about the other (some more than others, granted) but they are all massively stubborn and often angry people who do not get pushed around easily, who will find a way around you if you try to get in their way, and you never know which two are going to be in conflict and just how that's going to spill over onto the third. I JUST REALLY LOVE DYNAMICS THAT DON'T FIT NEATLY OR EASILY INTO A SINGLE CATEGORY.

SORRY NOT SORRY ABOUT HOW UNHINGED I AM ABOUT THEM WHILE READING THIS COMIC.

[the-s1lly-corner]

Which of the creeps (that you write romantically for) be okay/like a bada$$ s/o? Like every1 is intimidated and every1 thinks that if you try to fight them you’re stupid? Have a great day!!

Creeps with a badass reader!

i actually really like this idea!! also im so so sorry it took me so long to get to this </3!! ive kinda been focusing on art these past few days, and when i havent been drawing ive kinda been. laying in my own. feelings. sleepy.... yk how it is!!

with that said! yeah! i wont be doing all the bare bones list of characters i usually do with non specified characters! to keep true with the prompt im going to stick with characters i feel would like this kind of S/O and/or compliment the readers fierce nature... also going to aim for a more comedic style

LIST OF CHARACTERS: Laughing Jack, Eyeless Jack, Hoodie, Splendorman

CW; mentions of violence

Splendorman;

No because just think about it; a soft easy going cryptid with a strong and ready to fight partner

"he asked for no pickles" dynamic basically imo LMAO

he would rather you tone it down, or at least dont fight for him... he doesnt want you to get hurt, or in trouble..! mostly trouble, he knows you can handle yourself

he wont ever say it but hes internally swooning anytime you fight for him, though. like. "oh? they would do this for me just because someone said something vaguely mean about me?"... hes red in the face

tries to introduce you to new people to make potential friends since he kinda thinks part of your bloodlust(/j) is from loneliness, which in turn makes people see you as.. mean... so its a loop. he doesnt mean it in a bad way! he just cares about your well being!

overall he secretly thinks its hot but hed rather you stay out of trouble and hed try to find ways to make you less fierce...

Laughing Jack;

like splendorman he thinks its hot but he WILL vocalize it

also he thinks its really funny whenever people try to antagonize you

pulls a bag of popcorn out of thin air and watches the show/hj

he will literally cheer for you from the sidelines and becomes the fights personal announcer

absolutely treats you when you win; showered in praise and love and gifts

hes flustered; depending on what color you think he blushes (personally i think he blushes a purpleish-grey), his entire face is that color when he watches it happen

again, hes really into it

smh ive been on a lj trip these past few days and i hardly got anything for him here god mfing damn!!!!

Hoodie;

ngl he probably throws himself into the fight and yall both kick the shit out of the person

basically think something like this scene (ive never seen jjba my friend showed me this) where he just joins you after watching for a few seconds (we can say the third person is masky/j)

anyways it wont let me move the gif up so pretend the gif is under the above bullet point instead of at the end of this segment

really yall are kinda the same but hoodie is more likely to sit back and access the situation before jumping in and fighting someone unless like. its an immediate life or death thing

now how does he feel about you being a proclaimed badass?

he respects it, and he knows that you can defend yourself when hes not around so it also puts him at ease

maybe you two will spar every now and then to get better at defense and offense stuff (he will not go easy on you btw, bro will give it his all)

Eyeless Jack;

he doesnt really like the fighting since hes also likely the one who has to patch you up afterwards. like even if you win the fight youre still going to be hurt in some way, this applies to all the other characters too. ej is just the only one who has the knowledge when it comes to tending wounds...

with ej, in my au, he doesnt really. like conflict, especially since his own body is changing into something that isnt human; he already has enough on his plate already, doesnt need to go bury an extra body because he let his temper get the better of him

and every now and then, that mindset of avoiding conflict bleeds to how he views you and your attitude

hes happy that you can defend yourself, like hoodie he admires it; but at the same time he gets so scared that youre going to pick a fight with the wrong person or get hit in the wrong spot, and..

he does not pity those who are dumb enough to rile you up, though..

overall he worries for you and already has enough on his plate with himself ... but dont think that he sees tending to you as a burden! hell do it regardless of what caused your injury

possible idea for an angst post? ooo? maybe, if you guys want it

[skippyv20]

Nacho gave it away!

Hi Skippy & Friends-Pilgrim here with a quote that confirms to me they are filming a fictitious movie with some kind of plot and actors. The two twits who think they are now producers, directors, writers and actors have been seen working on location again-this time Florida at the height of the polo season. Nacho says in the Daily Mail, “he was proud to play in the Duke’s Netflix -filmed polo match in Miami.” His wife and daughter were also part-time cast it seems. I am pretty sure he doesn’t do anything for free based on his famous fashion contracts, even if they are great pals and strings of polo ponies don’t come cheap even if rented.

We know most of the locations they have filmed at…all their Invictus games, paid for or fake award ceremonies, parking lots and restaurants will all be showing up…I suppose his/her films can even share some of the footage depending on what fits. I wonder if they care about timelines and will just use what makes a story. What can this polo story line be going by what they have acted out?

One day she is the “vision” of polo glamour walking hand in hand with the most handsome bachelor on the globe who she kisses while presenting this hero the winner’s trophy. Who cares if it was just a fundraiser game on an outlying field in Miami, it was a perfect afternoon for filming. The next day it seems her scenes show a broken woman in baggy clothes, shuffling along in sandals with her luxurious locks in a mess as she dramatically hugs all her friends. What kind of tragic event will she plug in here…illness, death or accident? Maybe at that cocktail party the script called for groupies stealing the hero?

JH’s polo film has been billed as an action-packed documentary about the fabulous sport of kings showing “unprecedented” insider scenes and knowledge? This can’t be right with her character being injected in all the big scenes. She is not an athlete, is clueless about riding. Is she supposed to be the arm candy on the sidelines we all know the wives of players despise?

So, if not a pure polo sport film that JH could have pulled off well, is he stuck with copy of Pretty Woman about a street walker who bags a super-rich guy because she really is a wonderful person? Maybe she is going for a classic rag to riches story like a poor girl from West LA who meets a polo playing prince by chance and they fall instantly in love but have hard times because his evil family doesn’t like her, but their true love pulls them through. Hmmm…that one could work. Don’t forget the princess wedding, crown and fairy tale castle. Pass the popcorn!

Great catch dear Pilgrim!  Yeah it’s all about the cameras.  Nothing authentic as usual!  Great post!❤️

[romeulusroy]

Growing Up With Dick Would Include:

Bruce took you in when you were a kid, just a few years younger than Dick

He was ecstatic to have a younger sibling

"Y/n, this is your big brother."

He'd already been with Bruce long enough to understand this arrangement wasn't one he wanted for anyone else

So, he took you under his wing

At first he was scaring you with his cynicism

You were grieving your parents, your family, and now the new one you had sounded terrifying

Dick felt awful for scaring you, he didn't mean it at all, he just wanted you to be prepared - Bruce wasn't warm and fuzzy, he didn't want you to get your hopes up, that's all

"I'm sorry y/n."

He was right though

It didn't take long for Bruce to start training you

You used your anger from him and from your circumstances

Dick saw a lot of himself in you

He gave you advice whether or not you really wanted it, knowing if you didn't improve that would only upset Bruce more

"Stand with your feet more apart. . ."

You brushed him off, thinking he was just being a know-it-all

That is, until you get hurt because of it

You never saw your brother so upset, so worried

"Have you been here all night?"

"Maybe."

You hear him yelling at Bruce after you're safe that he pushed you too hard, that he was being cruel to you

"They need to learn."

"They're just a kid!"

After that, you always listened to what he had to say, not because you were scared of getting hurt, but because you were afraid that it would make Dick leave

Sometimes he was so close to running away, he'd confide in you, that if just one more thing happened he'd be packing his bags

You couldn't bear the thought of living in that place without him

It wasn't all work and no play though

You'd sneak into Dicks room when you had nightmares and he'd tell you all about growing up in the circus

"Did you get to eat cotton candy for dinner?"

"Every night."

"Wow."

He reminded you that just because your family was gone, it didn't mean that they were forgotten, wanting you to talk about all the good memories you had

It was important not to forget them, he made sure you knew that

You two would sneak downstairs and watch movies when Bruce was away, Alfred always popping the popcorn perfectly

Fighting over which movie you wanted to watch

"No scary movies."

"Why not?"

"Because you won't be able to sleep tonight."

"I'm not a baby."

He always makes it a special day on your birthday, even though Bruce believes it's not worth the fuss

The cake he baked was runny and the frosting melted, but it was the best birthday you ever had

Befriending Donna, who takes her place as your replacement mother

They take their roles very seriously which annoys you to no end

"You're not my parents, you know."

"You need someone to look out for you."

They make sure you're never alone on missions, helping from the sidelines

As you grow older, their lectures go from "be careful" to "if you ever drink too much, call one of us to come get you"

And you do, mostly Donna, who lectures you after your hangover is done vs. Dick who yells the whole way home

"You guys are insufferable."

"That's a pretty big word, y/n."

The three of you get into all kinds of trouble

Taking the Batmobile for joy rides

Using Bruces technology to look up all your crushes even though they both insist you won't date until you're thirty

Making prank phone calls to the Justice League

"Does everyone have an uncle that's an alien?"

"I think that's just us."

"Oh."

Thinking of leaving this life behind becomes a more prominent thought as you get older

You're not sure if you ever really could

It's such a big part of your life, your identity

Donna is the first to insist you give it up, find something you're passionate about

Dick is a little more hesitant

He wants you to be happy, but he knows he won't be able to look after you as much when you're apart

He just wants you to be safe

Eventually you do

You leave the suit, the weapons, everything

Not long after, Dick leaves too . . .

[eyeslikewatercoolers]

WIP Wednesday- Mirnetra childhood friends au

Here's the first WIP Wednesday of 2024! I have a lot planned for this fic, it's currently sitting at 2100~ words and I don't even think it's halfway done. Here are some elementary school sleepover antics. But we continue trucking along!

As elementary school rolled on, came with hobbies and after-school activities. Anetra started going to the local martial arts center in the neighborhood about once a week. At the end of each school year, she invited Mirage to the center’s spring showcase to watch her with the parents. 

Mirage and her mother were happy to cheer Anetra on from the sidelines as she showed the crowd the new skills she learned. She was proud of seeing her best friend get into higher rankings. 

By the last couple of years of elementary school, Anetra and Mirage started holding the occasional sleepover at Mirage’s house. Anetra’s house was busier with her toddler and preschool siblings, so Mirage’s house was the better option. 

“This summer is going to suck without you,” Mirage said during one sleepover in late spring. She worked on tying one of the beaded bracelets from the kit she got for Christmas as Anetra looked at the DVD collection. 

“I’m only going to church camp for two weeks in July. I’m not going to military school.” Anetra rolled her eyes as she looked at the back of one of the DVDs. 

“Still, two weeks is forever long in the summer. What do you even expect me to do without you to entertain me?” Mirage said dramatically, throwing her arms in the air. 

Anetra turned with an open DVD case, “You could work on your summer reading list.” 

“Netra, that’s a horrible suggestion,” Mirage said as she flopped to lay down on the couch with a finished bracelet. “And to even think, I made you a bracelet with a little duck on it!” She said as she showed off her work.

“I like it, it’s adorable,” Anetra said as she was shown two DVDs. “Now which one, Anastasia or Nim’s Island?”

“Anastasia is good,” Mirage shrugged as she switched the TV to the DVD player’s setting as Anetra placed the disc in the DVD player. “I can’t wait until my mom allows us to watch scary movies,” she said as Anetra sat next to her under the same blanket.

“Mire, I don’t think that’s going to happen for a while. Remember when you couldn’t sleep after watching Sky High?” Anetra asked as she placed the popcorn bowl in between them.

“Shut up, the glowing guy freaked me out! No person should ever glow like that.”

[heythere-mel]

Without You

Frankie Morales xf!reader

W/C: a little shy of 1000

Summary: Frankie finally lets you know how he really feels.

A/N: It’s my birthday and I want some Frankie fluff so here we are lol comments, reblogs, yearning thoughts always welcomed. Enjoy bbys 💜💜💜

——-

“Have you ever thought about how much worse our lives would be without each other?”

The question caught you by surprise. You were in Frankie’s kitchen getting everything ready for your big monthly movie night with the guys when you were hit with it.

“I-um,” you let out a nervous giggle, “I never really thought about it like that but yeah, I can agree my life would kinda suck without you in it Frankie.”

You were lying. You thought about it often actually. Thanking the universe everyday for that grocery store run in a couple years ago. Who knew a debate in the cereal aisle would lead to finding some of your best friends. Your person in Frankie. Only, that last little minor detail has yet to surface.

“What made you think of that little query Morales?” nudging him with your elbow as you open a box of m&m’s and tossing them into the popcorn. You knew he loved the salty sweet treat and claimed “no one made it like you.” You remember how loudly the two of you laughed at that comment.

“I don’t know. I was just thinking lately.”

He was lying. From the moment you pulled out a pocket sided notepad and listed the pros and cons of why Froot Loops were better than Cap’n Crunch he knew he was done for. Not wanting to jump into anything so quickly and possibly ruining what you had going, he opted to yearn from the sidelines instead of risk losing your friendship. Those emotions had finally bubbled over one night at the bar when he saw you talking with some random guy while getting the groups next round. Santi of course seeing the tense reaction had to practically beat the truth out of him, advising he better do something about it and quick, because a “bitchin lady like her doesn’t come around too often.”

Tonight was gonna be that night.

——-

You always showed up early to help get all the assorted snacks and drinks set, and so you could claim the giant recliner with cup holder as it was the literal best seat in the house. Often “fighting” it out with Benny over who got it. But mainly, you just loved the extra little quiet time with Frankie. The feeling was mutual.

You texted Frankie letting him know you were on your way. He told you to let yourself in as he finished up his shower, now trying to keep your thoughts PG about your best friend naked and wet in the other room. You busied yourself by getting the pizza ordered, drinks in the fridge to cool, and even popping in some of those little pigs in a blanket that Will loved so much. Frankie walked out to you humming to yourself as you were finishing up. You moved around his place effortlessly. Like you had always belonged there. His heart immensely full at how you saw this as your home too.

He couldn’t hold back any longer.

——-

“What made you think of that little query Morales?”

“I don’t know. I was just thinking lately.”

“About?…”

Frankie grew quiet. He didn’t know how he wanted to approach it. He could hear Pope in his ear cursing him if he backed out now so he decided, fuck it, and fall head first.

“You.”

Now it was your turn to go silent. Did you hear that correctly? Frankie Morales, the man you’ve thought about nearly every day for the last couple years was thinking about you?

“Me? What were you thinking about?”

He turns to you and grabs your hands, softly running his thumbs over your knuckles, something to keep him preoccupied as he speaks.

“About you. About how much I adore you. About how there’s no one else I’d rather talk to at the end of my days. About how you’re the first person I think about when I wake up. About how terrible my life would truly be without you in it. About how I love you. And if you don’t feel the same it’s okay but, I-I just had to tell you querida.”

His head hung low at your lack of words. Now gripping at your hands waiting for what could only be rejection.

You slipped your hands from his and brought them to his face, cradling his plush cheeks as you softly scratched at his beard. You bring him into you, placing a single kiss to the hairless patch you loved so much, its heart shaped space a perfect spot to show your reciprocation. He opens his eyes to you smiling brightly at him and he swears he could die happy in this moment. He just needed to hear you say it.

“I love you, so much Francisco Morales.”

“Holy shit really?!”

You laugh as he grabs at your wrists, the only thing grounding him to the moment.

“Holy shit yes really! Your cereal choices may be trash but I’m so glad I ran into you that day.”

He didn’t need to hear anything else as he brought you into the most longing kiss. His breath was still minty as it mingled with the slight chocolate notes you still had on your tongue from the piece of candy you snuck in earlier. The two of you were caught up that you didn’t hear the door open and one Santiago Garcia screaming “FINALLY YOU COWARDS!” while snapping a picture to send to the group chat.

Neither of you could be bothered to care. Your lives now feeling more complete than ever knowing now you fully had each other by your side.

[icedmochasi]

Raine at the entrance to the living room sees Hunter hanging out on the couch

Raine: Eda... Why is Hunter here?

Eda: Darius let me have him for the time being

Raine: Hunter, is that true?

Hunter: I literally just woke up here

Agressive banging could be heard

Darius: Edalyn Clawthorne give me back my son and stop kidnapping him in the middle of the night! I swear to titan I will-

~~~

Bump: Edalyn, what are you doing here?

Eda: I'm here for the parent-teacher meeting around blondie

Bump raises an eyebrow

Bump: So you're claiming to be Hunter's parent...

Eda: Yup, the bad but sad boy is my kid!

Bump: Funny cause it says here that Hunter's last name is Deamonne...

Eda: Must be a mistake

Darius goo teleports

Darius: Edalyn what are you doing her?

Eda: What are you doing here?

Darius: I'm here for Hunter's parent - teacher meeting

Bump: I'm confused, who's actually Hunter parent?

Darius and Eda: I am

Luz from the halls: Eda stop trying to steal Hunter from Darius

Eda: traitor...

Love it.

Eda does it mostly to mess with Darius, they are those types of friends.

That's okay because Darius will be stealing King and Luz to go to etiquette parties (which they love) and she can't do anything about it!

Just teasing between friends.

Raine, the kids, and Eberwolf watch from the sidelines while eating popcorn.

Darius and Eda friendship my beloved.

[ridiasfangirlings]

The worse/inexperienced in cooking in the cast are put in a cooking battle against one another. Who does great and which does worse?

I actually think Fushimi would turn out to be a surprising dark horse on this one, there’s the one short story where he has to cook and he does pretty well for himself. No one’s sure what he’s going to make since his diet is terrible and Yata knows full well that Fushimi never makes his own meals, but when put to the test Fushimi is willing and able to google his way to cooking supremacy. In that case I like to imagine that the actual S4 cooking disaster turns out to be Munakata of all people. Gora mentioned in a Q&A once (for Idol K I think) that he likes ready made meals in a bag and frozen food, so I kinda enjoy the headcanon that this is one of the rare areas where Munakata is in fact an absolute mess. He’s probably an early favorite in the competition because well Captain is perfect at everything, surely he can cook, only for everyone to watch in horror as he opens a bag of frozen pasta and starts snacking on it like popcorn. (The one S4 member who saw this coming is Kamo, who realized that there’s a reason Captain recruited a chef to his team.)

On the Silvers end I wonder if Neko or Shiro would be picked for this, we don’t know how either of them are at cooking. Imagine them teaming up, Kuroh sits in the sidelines desperately wanting to impart wisdom to them but that would be cheating so he just has to remain quiet as they stumble their way through cooking. Neko wants to make fish but she doesn’t really know how you cook fish so she just tosses one in a pan and then throws a bunch of random spices on it. Shiro goes along with her because cooking is kinda like science isn’t it, we should experiment. Shiro figures he could bring some German cooking sensibilities to all of this but it’s also been like 50 years since he cooked German food and he doesn’t really remember how it goes so he just wings it. They either make something amazingly delicious or incredibly disgusting.

Green clan, I guess they’d pick Hisui? Since he’s in a straitjacket all the time presumably he can’t cook. Sukuna is chosen to be his arms in this case, he doesn’t really know how to cook either so he just follows Hisui’s advice. They try to make some kind of drunken chicken with alcohol in it like Iwafune has made for Hisui before (one of the lotto stories for Animal K mentioned this). I think Hisui would be very logical in his cooking, he’s probably observed Iwafune enough that he does a good enough job. The main issue is he uses way too much alcohol, he explains that this is how Iwa-san does it though and Yukari delicately suggests Hisui not follow the recipe amounts set by an old drunk. 

For Homra, the only one I can think here would be Mikoto, everyone else probably has at least some cooking skills (Totsuka can make delicious food when he wants to, it’s just that he chooses to play around instead). Maybe Anna gets to assist since she’s a trainee when it comes to cooking, so of course this means she does most of the work and Mikoto just handles working as her assistant doing stirring and working the oven and such. Thanks to Anna the food turns out fairly good and Kusanagi is very proud of his charge. Munakata can’t resist getting in a dig that Suoh was only able to successfully cook a meal due to the help of a small child and Mikoto’s like I don’t want to hear that from the guy who eats frozen pasta out of the bag.

[chaifootsteps]

Hi! if we're all introducing ourselves here: Call me skunk anon I guess, I'm a queer guy in my early twenties and I am new to the Vivzie critical community! I first heard of Vivzie in my late teens when the Hazbin pilot first came out. My first introduction to any her works were actually from friends who HATED Hazbin and talked about how bad it and the fans were. Since then I purposefully avoided watching any of Viv's shows like the plague until like earlier this year. My expectations going into it were low, but I ended up liking Helluva more than I expected. It's actually become a sort of special interest for me (thanks, autism -_-)

I think the series (and Vivzie's works as a whole) have a lot of potential for great characters and stories but are squandered in favor of excessive edgy juvenile humor, swearing, and emphasis on unlikeable characters who are clearly the creator's favorite while other characters I actually like are poorly written or just sidelined. (Octavia, the M&Ms, etc..)

I'd definitely consider myself more on the critical "hater" side of the spectrum rather than on the genuine fan side, but there are aspects of the show I do really like. The voice acting is great, the animation is extremely impressive, and I do like /some/ of the characters! And although I love being a negative, overly critical little hater, I genuinely hope the show rectifies its past mistakes and tries to do better in the future (though I'm honestly not holding my breath considering what a hot mess of a creator Vivzie has shown to be.) I'd love to do some redesigns/rewrites of the shows sometime! (But considering how much my friends hate the show, I'd have to make an entirely new account that they won't find lol) If you'd be interested in seeing those, let me know!

Unrelated to HH/HB, I've actually been working on my own story (and potential webcomic) that centers around demons and hell for a few years now, and if anything, Vivzie's works have given me a great roadmap for what Not to do in terms of characters, art direction, worldbuilding and writing! So thanks for that Viv!

anyways, right now I'm just sort of kicking back with a bucket of popcorn, watching as whatever new chaos and drama of the week ensues. Can't wait to see how dumb Hazbin will be whenever it comes out.

Thanks for listening! -🦨

Almost missed this one! Glad to have you here!

[sobeksewerrat]

Do you mayhaps have info abt ur ocs

NWHAHAHGAHA YES. TOO MUCH IN FACT.

So, main cast is all stated on @invasion-world-domination

You are prolly asking about Ash, Marko n Tai so here you go, some not-super-spoilery stuff!!:

Marko is a half alien half human, Tai is full alien (not rlly but shhhhh) nd Ashlene is just your typical human girl boy thing (all you need to know is that she is femme)

Marko has basically every crippling disease ever /hj

Tai is motherless 👍

Ashlene is that stereotype of super pretty girl everybody loves but plot twist she's Aro nd also ADHD monster

I genuinely have no idea how these three became friends nd they themselves don't know but they are so they are stuck together.

Ashlene actually knew Tai's sister before meeting Tai himself but only figured it out like a week after meeting him.

Due to certain things told to him by Kamille (another OC), Marko thought Ash was the scum of the Earth until she decided to buy him ice cream and stopped his attempt at s-

Tai is basically a fucking giant he can carry both of them with ease and does it all the time.

They are in a love triangle but not really. It is just two idiots pining over each other (Tai n Marko) nd thinking Ashlene is involved somehow when she is literally just observing from the sidelines with popcorn n the rest of the cast

Ash n Marko gossip about literally everyone who walks by

Tai was ready to throw hands with [UNNAMED] for Ash because of [SPOILERS] but Marko stopped him, suggesting that poisoning him was better.

Ashlene stopped both of them after she saw they did actually try to put rat poison in his food.

[changeling-rin]

(Conversation Anon) *crawls out from oblivion draws a card* Mask, Lore, and Wind vs all the links (minus shadow and Oni) who wins. P.S. WHY DID THEY REMOVE OUR GOOD BOI FROM TOTK WHYYYYYYyyyyyy. *slides back into oblivion*

To clarify, we have Mask, Lore, and Wind versus Everybody Else, except that Oni and Shadow are eating popcorn on the sidelines and not part of Everybody Else?

Well... I think Everybody Else would win, because of numbers. Not that it wouldn't be a frankly ridiculous fight, which would likely reach levels of destruction previously unseen, but we should remember that nobody will be using lethal force here.

Like, just because Wind can hit everybody with lightning until he fries their nervous systems and their brains shut down and their blood literally boils in their veins, doesn't mean that he will. Or even wants to, for that matter. His Grandma raised him right, you know.

So yeah, personally my vote would be on Everybody Else

P.S. I don't have the Wolf Link amiibo, but I was also sad to hear that he would not be making a return in TotK. I can understand why they would do that, though, because I can only imagine the programming nightmares that spawning him in the Sky and in the Depths would cause

[antvnger]

Ohhhhhhhh no! *shakes head and waves finger at you* Oh no you don’t.

Last time I got pulled into a Team This or Team That, it was Tony versus Cap, and we all saw how that turned out, especially for me.

Nuh uh. Both are my friends, and I’m neutral here. I’m on the sidelines with popcorn this time.

@youknowwhoiamaskblog @doctorstrangeaskblog

[darkkitty1208]

Here a prompt if you’re interested thatI found:

*playing twister*

America : Right hand red.

Stephen : *ends up on top of Wong*

Wong: You're doing this on purpose, aren't you?

America : I stopped spinning like 15 minutes ago. Honestly, I'm surprised you didn't notice.

twist and turn

“Stephen,” America called, scuttling towards him. 

“Hm?” Stephen lifted his nose from the book he was currently reading. 

“What’s this?” she held up a colourful box, the word ‘Twister’ at the top of it bolded. 

“Where did you…” he shook his head, “Nevermind that. That’s sort of like a party game, from… what? The 80s?” he chuckled a little. 

“A game?” she asked. “Maybe we co–” 

“What are you both talking about?” Wong appeared from the doorway, walking towards them. His eyes flicked towards the box held in America’s hand, and his brows lifted a bit. “I haven’t seen that in ages,” he remarked, pointing at it. 

Stephen’s head shot towards him. 

“You used to play Twister?” he asked, incredulously. He couldn’t imagine what the man would look like, twisting around on the mat. 

Wong laughed. 

“Play Twister? I was the king of Twister!” he said, and Stephen’s brows shot up to his hairline, eyes turned so wide it may as well have popped out of his head. 

“So…” America said from beside them, catching the attention of both the sorcerers, “How exactly do you play this?” 

*.~ ◇ ~.*

“So since we’re playing for three, I’ll be the referee,” Wong said, “and you both are the players. When I spin, y–”

“That’s weird for someone who just said they were the ‘King of Twister’,” he said, smirking. “What? Too old for it now, grandpa? Your golden ages are over?” he teased, cooing at him, and Wong gave him a challenging look 

“Is that a challenge, old man?” he asked, and Stephen let out an offended gasp, placing his hand over his chest. 

“How dare you! You’re older than I am,” he pointed a finger to the other sorcerer’s chest. 

Wong huffed. 

“Yeah, but if anything, your back and hip says otherwise.” 

This time, Stephen’s face turned a shade of light pink, which earned him a smug, victorious smile from the librarian. 

America just kept watching them from the sideline, much like how a person watches a tennis match. 

“Okay, that’s it. You, me, and the damn twister mat. Last person who stands wins,” Stephen announced, voice determined, and America was tempted to grab some popcorn. “America, you’re the referee. The game is on!”

*.~ ◇ ~.*

Stephen felt like his body was being twisted in agonising directions. The aching pain in his back screamed at him to seize all movements, and he felt as if one other turn to the opposite side might just break all his bones. 

Meanwhile, Wong seemed to be enjoying himself. Turns out he wasn’t kidding about being an expert in Twister…

But he wasn’t going to turn back now. He’d win this game if it was the last thing he’d do. 

"Left leg blue," America said, as she watches Stephen and Wong move accordingly. Stephen tried to stifle a wince as his body protested, various cracks resounding from his joints. God, when had he become so old?

Wong let out a muffled laugh beside him, and Stephen shot him a menacing glare. 

Their positions could only be described as awkward at best. Stephen, with all his long-limbed glory, was sprawled stiffly across the mat with one leg on green and another on blue, both hands on the yellow spots beside him separated with a spot between. Wong was casually yawning in front of him as he had one leg on green at the corner beside Stephen’s and another on the blue a step away from Stephen’s leg, one hand on the yellow between Stephen’s hands and one at the corner on red. It was both disgracing and bothersome for Stephen on how ridiculously close their positions are. He sneaked a suspicious look at their referee. 

America watched, an amused expression on her face, and this time, she did prepare some popcorn. Popping some into her mouth, she continued. 

“Right hand green,” she said, giggling when Stephen cursed under his breath and arched his back at the stabbing pain of moving his muscles. 

By the Vishanti, give him mercy. 

Wong looked smugly at him, and moved his hand on the green spot between one long leg and a trembling hand. He was practically under the giraffe at that point, one that seemed to wince every split second. 

“Left leg red,” she said through a mouthful of popcorn. Stephen tried to remember how to move his leg, looking ridiculous as he lifted his arse into the air to comply. Somehow, his face ended up a hair’s breadth away from Wong’s. 

“Right hand red,” she said, almost delightfully. That made Stephen nearly topple on top of the librarian, who was currently frowning. He turned his head to America, just in time to avoid Stephen’s near collapse, who instead had his head plop down to the space on his neck. He ignored it, though not before giving a chuckle that sent the giraffe into fury. 

“You’re doing this on purpose, aren’t you?” he accused the girl, and Stephen lifted his head, wincing again, and shot her a similar glare. 

“I stopped spinning like 15 minutes ago. Honestly, I'm surprised you didn't notice,” she shrugged, and their faces turned red to the point where it might’ve made a tomato jealous. 

In the daze of embarrassment, Stephen pounced on her, which resulted with him tangling on Wong’s leg and falling face-first to the ground with a muffled ‘unf’, his legs and arms flailing in the air. Wong, who finally lost balance, tumbled to the ground with a grunt, and he felt Stephen roll across him to get to the girl. He was practically crawling over the floor, hand reaching towards the still-chewing America, when suddenly…

“Cramp! Cramp! My leg! I’m having a fucking cramp!” he wheezed, and Wong tried to move away but was pinned to the ground by Stephen's weight, who was struggling to hold his legs. 

“Shit shit shit shit shit…” Stephen hissed, and Wong’s movement under him just served to make things worse. 

“Just… Stephen, stop moving!” he yelled at him. 

“I can’t! My damn le–”

Wong’s leg slipped against the mat under them, and Stephen fell to the side just as he grabbed at the end of the mat, which wrapped around them as they rolled towards America’s direction. Stephen thrusted and kicked, and Wong sighed. 

America giggled, and both the sorcerers gave her a death glare, then rolled towards her simultaneously. Stephen’s cramp long forgotten as he struggled to gain vengeance. 

That’s how the three of them ended up sprawled over the floor, limbs tangled, wincing and cursing under their breaths. The cloak, who had been witnessing all this in the background, floated to grab the dropped popcorn, sitting by the nearby couch as they struggled and flailed. 

This was proving to be a long, long evening.

~

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