#im supposed to be asleep

[cheesebrackers]

Bro discovered he’s a freak

[mark-the-snark]

Breaking news! Turns out that being good, happy and taken care of makes ur partner happy!!! Who could have guessed 🤯

[nxmvzo]

[Team Timekeeper Official Art | 2024-06-14]

THEY'RE SO ADORABLE

BUT I HAVE PRIORITIES

They look so overworked I think they're losing it

You know what time it is

I present to you

Silly Sonetto ft. Silly Vertin

[blobee]

Lil' boi

[burn-before-reading]

the little things that made me nervous are gone in a moment

Joost Klein x reader

wordcount: ill count it later

warnings: mental illness prolly, slight mention of being drunk

a/n: Title from the song Someone Great by LCD Soundsystem. the reader is just vaguely depressed in everything i write half the time just vibe with it its fine. wrote this blurb in a night so its not proofread i just missed writing but im too busy rn once again im bad at endings but its fine ig

You couldn’t tell if your lack of sleep was due to jetlag, insomnia, or just the general feeling of dread you’ve been feeling the last few months. Regardless of what it is you’ve found yourself in the kitchen at 3am. Staring at whats in the fridge. deciding if anything looks good enough for a late night snack.

This isn’t even your fridge. This isn’t your apartment.

part of you felt like you were invading his space wandering around Joost’s apartment at night. But you weren’t sure what else to do, and you were too awkward to explore and wandering too much when all his friends were over earlier.

Deciding on just a glass of water, you meandered back to his guest room. on your journey back, you studied all the items and trinkets scattered around his place.

You met Joost about 6 months ago, slowly becoming friends and then recently he started blurring that line. subtle glances and touches you dismissed at first but constantly felt like he was trying to start something more. Its not like the two of you had ever kissed, or fucked.

besides that one time both of you got way too drunk and made out in the corner of some club. wandering hands you can vaguely remember if you try hard enough. Both of you laughed it off the next morning, but since then He’s always made an effort to sit a little closer. Always having his arm on or around you if he could.

Lost in thought again you almost dont notice Joost in front of you, but the harsh light coming from the bathroom is a dead giveaway. Both of you seem surprised to see the other awake. He glances at the glass in your hand.

“Thirsty?” he comments

“not really.” you reply. swirling the water around. “Just couldn’t sleep.”

“want some company?” he asks. and you see him slightly pace in place, recognising this is the first time the two of you have been alone since that night.

You nod and he makes room for you to pass him by and follows you to the guest room. You set the glass on the nightstand and the two of you sit of the edge of the bed.

“I was gonna listen to music to fall asleep, if thats ok.” You fumble with your phone in your hands, headphones currently wrapped tightly around it.

“Music helps me sleep too sometimes.” he replies. You can see him fidgeting with his hands in the corner of your eye and it makes you smile.

You unwind the cord and hand him on of the earbuds. he put it in his ear and you put your side in as you scroll through spotify before deciding on a random playlist you made years ago. LCD Sound system starts playing. He bops his head slightly to the song playing but you just close your eyes and let yourself zone out. swaying slightly without even realising.

one song after the other and before you notice you started to lean on Joost’s shoulder, either the music, his company, or a vague combination of the two letting you finally settle and start to drift off.

“tired?” you think you hear him say but you just feel yourself lean in closer, like you’re trying to absorb all his warmth or crawl into his skin.

He leans the two of you back onto the bed and moves your legs so youre fully laying down, careful not to disturb the headphone still in your ear. he lays down next to your and covers the two of you with a blanket.

Staring at your half asleep form now and thinking back to that one night back at the bar those months ago, this feels like the most intimate moment thats happened between the two of you.

He carefully turns and slowly moves his hand around your waist, testing the water and how awake you are.

the feeling makes you open your eyes slightly and turn to look at him, and he freezes. the two of you stare, having the strange silent conversation

what are we?

You decide to take a bold step in your sleepy state and turn and fully lean into him. Your head now fully in his chest, letting him wrap his arm around you fully now and your legs starting to tangle together. You feel him sigh and rest his chin on your head. nothing has been discussed but in one movement you seem to have alleviated a fear he’s been holding in the back of his mind.

Theres always the strong chance two two of you will ignore what happened in the morning, but its another step closer.

We’re safe for the moment

Saved for the moment

[fangirlism-for-life]

Gen keeping Senku warm, not even in a super obvious way, like he just subtly does it and then it becomes an unconscious action. Like at first its simple things like boiling Senku tea so his hands can stay warm while he’s working and then it works its way up to placing a blanket on Senku to encourage him to sleep when hes alr drowsy.

It gets to a point where hes holding Senku’s hands or ears to heat them up again.

(i just rlly want domestic sengen, and im a little cold and sleep-deprived rn)

[chocol4tte]

Lately I've been dwalling into the Batfam fandom again, even obsesing more in a fic that I've been writing in my notebooks since 2018, but that's for another moment.

I don't usually read too many comics, and tbf, there are a lot and the timelines are a fucking nightmare, I do plan, however, in reading DCceased (?), I love the man that Damian became growing up, and sadly I spoiled myself with the ending, suffice to say, it will be heart-breaking.

Anyway, as I was reading some batfam fics, especially this one: Who tells a tale of unspeaking death? who will brave this bitter grief? by an orphan account, I absolutley loved it and I love Damian so much, so I wondered how things would've been if:

When Jon left to space with his grandfather to space, Damian was not supportive at first with that idea, as he was receiving some weird vibes from the whole situation with Jon's grandfather... and kind of Personal experience in a way.

Jon decided to ignore him and say that it will be fine, he needs and wants to learn more about his kryptonian side with his grandfather, Jon and Damian leave with a bitter taste of hteir friendship but, well, may Damian can do other things in the meantime then.

Damian decided to take the time for the Year of Blood penance and meets Maya and Suren; it happens like canon, except, Damian remains dead, things didn't work out and with Dick now being Ric, the family mourns the youngest and now they cannot resurrect him. They simply won't, against their wish, need to mourn and accept death.

In just a matter of a two weeks, the Batfamily are receiving the support they need, baby steps, however when Clark lears of the situation he is at the terrible position of notifying his son of his best friend's death. Its already heart breaking seeing his friend's grief over a child no older than 14... Clark is preparing with Lois to deliver the notice.

Its not until some week that Jon returns now almost 6 years older as a 17 teenager, with the determination of going home and speak with his family and best friend Damian, thinking how in response he will tell him an "I told you he was creepy af." and maybe, maybe go back with their friend shenanigans, save the cities and have more adventures... telling him a bout the people he met and the animals he saw in different worlds! Hopefully those 6 years haven't changed his friend much...

When he meets his dad, Jon has a heartfelt reunion with his parents, explains what happened as the years went by and the intergalactic heroes and community he met in his journey back home, and how Damian was correct about his grandfather and wishes to see how his friend has grown up!

Clark soon stops Jon from continue talking about meeting Damian very quickly, the atmosphere becomes akward after that and it's Lois who breaks the news to Jon, he has been out in space for weeks in the first place, not years, and even if he wants to see his friend, well... Lois doesn't get the words out of her mouth. She thought she could do it, but the words died in her mouth.

Jon is atonished, is that the reason why his mom and dad stayed so unchanged after 6 years? It was just weeks? He doesn't know what to think of it, until he just flies away from his parents without much of a thought but his heart beating faster and faster as he flies to a different direction and notices that everything is still the same, it dawns on him as he passes by multiple buildings he and his dad used to fly over years weeks ago ... how he was robbed of his childhood. Robbed!

Its not until dusk was setting that he realized he was flying directly towards Gotham City, he needed to speak with his best friend, unaware that his father was flying right behind him trying to stop him.

He wasn't fast enough, Jon is already knocking at the Wayne mansion and almost takes the doors down when there was no response.

Jon is taken aback by Alfred's appearence, he looked older, like he would supposed to look after some time, this already made him a little sick in the stomach, he knew grief, he saw it in his missions in space.

Alfred doesn't recognize Jon, not very much until he sees the Superman symbol in his chest, followed by the very same Superman behind him, apologizing to him and quickly explaining that Jon came back and they had a situation. Clark was planning on taking Jon away from the Wayne mansion until Jon asks where is Damian.

There is no response other than a slight flinch that doesn´t go unnoticed. Jon is insisting where his friend is, and cue Bruce, barely groomed and looking like someone has taken 30 years from him, he is a little surprise by Jon's presence, but when he is asked where Damian is for the third time, he just looks at a defeated and nervous Clark behind him and just... looks at him, either deciding what to do, if lcosing the door and ignoring a teenage boy who will most likely demand answers from him, but thankfully Tim and Jason arrive as well by seeing the conmmotion downstairs and they take it from there.

Jason tries to make small talk in the way, babling about a growth spurt or some cryptonain genes, ignoring that Jon aged faster in space, Clark is trying to explain the situation as well, following both vigilantes to a garden a little further from the mansion.

Tim and Jon are silent all the way, until they see Titus and Alfred the cat in a distance, Tim began talking about Damian going for a redemption journey from a mission he had years before where he had taken multiple lives in just one year, how he met the daugther of one of Damian's victims and the heir of an old Al' Ghul enemy who ended up befriending. They were silently listening to Tim until they stopped at a headstone, where it read in clear letters Damian's name, his birth date... and death date, plus a message and Robin Symbol.

Jon felt as if he was in space but falling into the Void. It was a lie. It has to be. He looked at his dad, saying that it was a cruel joke, but stopped himself from saying it out loud when Clark is looking away, from him and the tombstone.

Anyway, i haven't really given a thought to this, mostly I would love to read this scenario and Jon asking why they aren't bringing Damian back, and when he is being told that no, Damian will continue resting in peace, Jon would be devastated, at first angry... but later on crying on how if he had stayed, his dear friend would be alive and having a future... how he didn't say a proper goodby to Damian and their last interaction was a fight.

Just like Damian's family, all that is left are memories and regrets, something they'll carry for the rest of their lives. :)

[whatisame]

Bartylus, baby!!!!

Summary: Barty is in jail and Regulus wants to break up with him. Inspired by that one Shameless US scene.

"Barty..." There are no words to describe what Regulus is feeling right now, holding a phone to his ear and looking at Barty through the stained glass.

"I did it myself," he smirks proudly like it isn't obvious with his wobbly R and smudged g. Regulus is going to kill himself. And then Barty. Don't ask how.

What were you thinking?

Why are you making this so hard for me?

"That is not how you spell Arcturus."

"The fuck it isn't." Barty frowns and looks down at his bare chest. "A-k-t-u-r-u-s."

"I think I would know how to spell my own middle name, Barty."

"Fuck. Are you messing with me right now?"

"Are you?! Who the fuck gets a prison tattoo? Do you know what kinds of infections you could have gotten? Did you even sterilize—"

"—So you don't like it, is that what you're saying?"

"Jesus Christ." Regulus runs his hands through his hair, a fruitless attempt at soothing himself. "Whatever made you think that I'd like it?"

"I don't know, Regulus, the fact that it's fucking romantic?" Barty stared at him with raised eyebrows and Regulus resisted the urge to slam his head against the glass. "I was thinking that once I got out I'd have enough practice to make it look better, maybe even move on from the rusty needle. Then maybe I could give you one of my name. Maybe of my face? Definitely of my ass."

"I'm so not doing that."

"I'm kidding! You don't have to get one of my ass. Although, I must say, you're kind of missing out."

"I will not be getting any tattoos in your honor, Barty. It's over."

"What do you mean?"

"You and me. We're over. We're bad for each other, B."

It was startling, Barty's face changing from his usual couldn't-give-a-damn expression to something so solemn. Regulus had scarcely seen it happen over the course of their friendship. He saw it once, when he'd found out about Walburga's anger issues and how she chose to deal with them. And twice, when he'd pushed Regulus away after their first kiss.

And now, obviously.

"You don't mean that," he says gravely.

"I know we're not boyfriends, I know you hate that word but I thought—" Regulus takes a deep breath and makes himself look Barty in the eye. "I know about Evan."

It's funny. How Barty doesn't even try to deny it. Then again, he didn't think he would.

"Fuck," is the only thing he says.

Regulus agrees.

"I just came here to say that, so..." he grimaces, almost hanging up.

"Wait, Reg!" He sees more than hears the words leaving Barty's lips. He picks up the phone again. Barty is silent on the other end.

"What?" Regulus snaps. It irks him how the other boy enjoys making things harder for him. He knew how much this meant for him. How much he meant to him.

"Just–Don't go." Regulus scoffs. "I'll be your fucking boyfriend or whatever. I don't care but— Stay."

"That's exactly the problem, B. You don't care. I like you—"

"—I like you too!"

"Well I like you more! Clearly! I have been at your beck and call for months and you might pretend like you don't notice and everything is the same and we're still the Barty and Regulus from years ago, but we're not. I'm not. I refuse to spell it out for you, B, so read between the fucking lines."

Barty is silent for a long time before he speaks. Something about the shadows lurking in his eyes makes Regulus lean closer. Everything about Barty is magnetic, and he fucking despises it.

"I know," he nods slowly, "I have always known I don't deserve you. This is not me pitying myself, I know I'm a fucking scumbag, I'm proud of it. But Reg. Fuck. If you could see yourself the way I see you... Well, you'd freak out. I'm properly mental." He chuckles half-heartedly. "It's actually fucking annoying having you running around my head all day. Pretty sure my cell-mate thinks so too. Any day now he's gonna stab me in my sleep with my soap-knife—"

"—Your what?"

"It's a knife carved from soap. Don't worry about the details," Barty says, waving a hand dismissively. "My point is he's told me I'm getting on his last nerve by talking nonstop about you. Or at least that's what I think he said, half of it was in Spanish so, you know..."

"Oh."

"Yeah," Barty says while scratching the back of his neck. He avoids Regulus' searching gaze.

He knows he shouldn't press. That Barty is uncomfortable right now and that to leave it alone is for the best.

And yet...

"What do you say about me?"

It makes Barty throw his head back with a laugh. "Oh, baby, you'd be surprised."

"Well, go on." Regulus twirls the cord around his index finger. The one with the ring Barty gave him. "Surprise me."

"I talk about you at lunch, and make sure everyone knows how much I miss tasting your delicious food."

Regulus laughs but it's more of a punched breath. Barty practically bites through the spoon whenever he offers him a taste.

"I talk about you in the yard when I see the ridiculous cliques and know they'd make you laugh."

Barty describes them for him. He hates that it does make him laugh. He tells him he should join the retired christian hitmen. Barty disagrees, but only because he's forming his own clique.

"I even talked about you when some guy tried to beat the shit out of me. Told him how you weigh half as much as he does and could still kick his ass easily."

"Barty," he chastises. Try to stay out of trouble, he'd told Barty when he first visited him. To which he had replied, Don't worry, I'm going to make prision my bitch. It had done nothing to put Regulus at ease.

Barty smirks. "Shut up. You're flattered."

It makes him snort. Not bothering to deny it.

"I don't talk about you at night but that doesn't mean you're not up here being a little shit." He taps his forehead with the plastic phone and smiles languidly. "You haunt me. I want to know what you're doing, who you are with, it drives me up the walls."

Regulus swallows hard.

"I think often about how I'm here for you. And eventhough I know you hate me for it, I'd do it again. And again. I'll always look out for you first, Whiskers."

"You shouldn't."

"You see... I knew you would say that."

Regulus isn't surprised. They know each other better than anyone else.

"I'm still gonna do it," Barty adds, shrugging. "Even if you get rid of me."

"Like I could," Regulus scoffs. "Fucking parasite."

"Good," he declares. "Now, about Evan—"

Regulus' throat constricts. Right. He'd forgotten for a moment. Evan accidentally let it slip, how he spent the night at Barty's some weeks after their first kiss.

"It's over. I promise. It's been over for a long time. I haven't been able to–ehem–perform with anyone else since we..." he trails off but Regulus got the gist of it.

"Are you kidding? That was months ago!" Barty looks mortified which makes Regulus feel quite accomplished. Barty is naturally unashamed, unbothered and proud, and Regulus feels a rush whenever he manages to get him to snap. Pressing his finger on a bruise has always brought him pleasure. "Don't tell me you were suddenly feeling shy?"

"Fuck you, first of all. I don't want to talk about this."

"Did little Jr miss me so terribly he had to go into hiding?"

"Yes he fucking did!" Barty screams, all loud energy and electrifying gaze. Everything Regulus is fundamentally against concelead in a grimy boy who happens to be his favorite person in ths world.

"So you must like me a lot, huh?!" he goads.

"Yes, you asshole! Very fucking much!"

Regulus chuckles, chest warm and pleasant buzz under his skin. "Adorable. I guess your dick isn't the only thing that went soft."

Barty crackles at that, flipping him off as he laughs.

"I hate you so much," Barty mutters when the shared laughter dies down.

"Yeah, I know." Regulus smiles, gently tracing Barty's stupid tattoo with his eyes.

Regulus Akturus Black

"I hate you with my bones."

[ghostorbz]

I thought it was time for fears not tears

[anawrites3]

I just saw the most amazing comic about Mulan and the villain and it was giving so sladick I might actually write a Mulan au

[stoned-shark]

yeah i wanna have kinky gay sex with my teacher what about it??

[ribcagecavityy]

creepypasta is not for the weak i cant stop thinking about ticcikills

[littl31ady]

wen hai Lee guys!!,!,

#we need more art of him

his tattoo is gorgeous

[mead-iocre]

Your rush to judgement against Mapi is toxic. We don’t know anything. This is not a case of someone with power doing something and denying it. Picking sides without any information is wrong and you should feel ashamed. Daniela Caracas could have potentially been sexually assaulted and could suffer effects from this incident and Mapi Leon could have her career ruined over false rumors and accusations. Show some respect to both these women before speaking out against or for something you know nothing about. This fan base is toxic and you add one more. Disgusting

well no. because ultimately mapi being a white woman, more popular/known/recognised player, with an established fanbase will always hold weight in the court of public opinion

and you, my love, are proof of that.

arguing “we know nothing” is so dismissive of the claims presented by both sides. you are basically sidestep the responsibility of forming an opinion for the sake of…respecting both women??? baby these women don’t respect each other otherwise they wouldn’t be doing this publicly

deflecting and claiming this is part of the “toxicity” of a fanbase is laughable. believe me, i would not want to involved in whatever kind of live-laugh-love fanbase you’re in if this is how yall approach issues like this.

pls feel free to use your brain and formulate your own thoughts without waiting for someone having to tell you what to think.

People who act all high and mighty— going on about “don’t pick sides” don't want to face the consequences of forming or defending a viewpoint. grow up

[dnfity]

https://www.tumblr.com/drautistic/772456996384505856

but hes not gay :/

he is he just doesnt know it hope this helps!

[stylinson-spagghetti]

am i the only one who misses jaylor?