#it sounds pretty to my ears

[vuigardarling]

“spin me round, kiss me in your chevrolet” is such a revolutionary line to me idc

[fantasykiri5]

Broppy kids Broppy kids Broppy kids

Coral uses she/her and is like 10 or so years and Fig uses they/them and is 15-17 ish

[puppetmaster13u]

You may regret this @phoenixcatch7 lol, what if I start spamming you /j

Less cryptid Batman in this particular WIP since it's semi-outsider pov lol (one of two outside person not unnerved by them lol)

🦇👻🪆🦇👻🪆🦇👻🪆🦇👻🪆🦇👻🪆🦇👻🪆🦇👻🪆🦇

   Clark knew Batman wasn’t human, even before that disaster of a mission where he had let it slip to the others. 

   He’d known for a long time, from one of their early meetups, when Batman had first referred to him as Clark Kent instead of Kal-El, and he had panicked. He hadn’t ever lied to his teammates when he said that the cloak prevented him from seeing his body, but his ears still worked. 

   He’d tried to listen to a heartbeat, to see if his at the time temporary ally was lying when he stated he wasn’t going to tell anyone and… Nothing. There was no heartbeat, no breathing, nothing even remotely human, and if he didn’t know any better, nothing even remotely alive about the silence. 

   He couldn’t help but to pay attention more, to seek out the strange almost silence-feeling that accompanied the Gotham vigilante each time he felt it. It was… almost comforting, like the swaying of branches and the rustling of cloth over stone. Familiar, compared to the hustle and bustle surrounding him in the city. 

   The first thing he had noticed, physically that is, was Batman’s ears. Previously he’d thought the man unemotional, what with the rough voice, expressionless white eyes, cloak-covered body and the gas mask covering a good chunk of his face. 

   Yet the longer he watched, even idly, the more he noticed that while the man’s face or body didn’t show much, his ears did. 

   While Batman could stay silent and still for hours, the long ears twitched and swiveled, catching on the hood that he’d always wear around them. They’d pin back sometimes, a near silent sound he couldn’t quite place accompanying the movement, while other times they’d twist a near full three-sixty, as though searching for whatever sound it had caught. 

   Sometimes, when he’d startled the other vigilante, there’d be rattling noise, like wood and metal clacking together before it was cut off. It was a strange sound, one he’d not heard anywhere else, except with his… friend. 

   Were they friends? He’d like to think so. 

   The next time he was reminded that his friend wasn’t human was when he saw him get injured. It hadn’t been a bad injury, even if the Gothamite’s head had hit the wall with a very loud cracking noise, but he’d still smelled what he’d eventually come to recognize as blood. There was an almost pickle-like scent to it though that wasn’t quite it either. 

   Honestly the closest he could think of describing it was some sort of formaldehyde. And once he focused, he could pick out other things beneath it. Maybe not flesh and blood in the traditional sense, but still. 

   There was always that scent of cloth and wood, but he could smell the black liquid, paint, a metallic thing underneath like iron and steel. No heartbeat, no breath, but life all the same. It was honestly beautiful in a way, like a part of the city the other vigilante called home had come to life. 

   And it wasn’t like Batman minded whenever his own human mask slipped. Clark may have been raised by his Ma and Pa, whom he loved, but it didn’t make his body any more human in nature. There were just some things that he couldn’t change, and it took effort to move like one all day as a civilian when his body wasn’t designed to do so.

   So he stayed quiet for the most part when their group of three grew, and people started to speculate. He diverted the conversations whenever it turned to him, lightly admonishing over the various rumors. 

   It didn’t matter if Batman wasn’t human, he was still his friend, their ally and teammate. Was he curious? Oh of course, he’d gone into journalism for a reason after all, but it was still his friend. If he wanted to tell, he’d tell, and Clark wouldn’t break his trust. 

[taikanyohou]

there's an alternate reality where this vegas:

and this pete:

most definitely fuck.

[meownotgood]

my brain rewarded me for working hard, last night I had a dream about aki sex ❤️

[la-lil-alien]

[girly-softie-belle]

♡ I'm Belle

♡ I'm 24

♡ Yes, my profile pic is me. I love my lips.

♡ This is just the place where I like to post my little audios, and sometimes browse and get myself going.

♡ I make moan audios mostly.

♡ You can find the audios with the fun by myself tag.

♡ These are my favorites I've made love, horny babygirl, needy, beggin & oh my.

♡ I take requests sometimes, just send me an ask and I'll answer whenever I'm inspired to do it.

♡ I don't send audios on DM, SEND ME AN ASK.

♡ DO NOT SEND ME PICTURES OR ASK FOR THEM, I WILL IGNORE YOU. Audios are allowed tho.

♡ If you feel like thinking of me when you touch yourself, please.

♡ DM me at your own risk, I'll probably ghost you eventually.

[swinging-stars-from-satellites]

also idk enough about music and how this works to explain it but there's a very specific way Pete Wentz plays bass and it's so fun to single out in a song and listen to it

[buglaur]

so no macmahons? *breaks skateboard*

you're so sweet awe 🥺 soon anon dw!! not tomorrow, but it'll return saturday 😌 here's some completely unedited screenshots for posts i need to edit in the meantime to satiate your need

look at the lil guy omgggmg

[lightblueminecraftorchid]

Me: you know tbh I haven’t rly experienced a lot of speech loss or sensory issues, sometimes I can handle my sensory triggers fine, maybe it’s weird that I have an AAC, maybe I don’t need it and I’m just faking all my symptoms and if I pushed through it-

*fire alarm sounds*

*literally crumples into a ball on the floor with my ears covered, cannot move for several minutes despite desperately trying to, cannot talk for over an hour*

Me: …okay so maybe that was the internalized ableism talking

[thatscarletflycatcher]

Short documentary by the American government about my country (despite the Spanish title, the video is in English)

Another one, focused on education.

[piglii]

experienced a glitch in google earth VR while wizard high.

[seagullcharmer]

good news! i can still read music

[gibbearish]

am finally back home and can say without a doubt that i am just fundamentally not built for long distance travel however the train was much nicer than planes

[dnangelic]

idc about okiayu dark still but i do like miyu irino. i want to hear how he's improved compared to his v first gig as daisuke in the new 2024 drama cd. thing is i like soichiro's daisuke too so it's hard to choose between daisuke's canon vas since neither of them sound like manga daisuke to me in my head. but just looking at them (ok well not really looking more like listening to) soichiro's daisuke having an abrasive voice compared to onosaka's is cute, but miyu's daisuke sounding like he could actually properly impersonate dark's voice if he just adjusted his pitch hrmmmmm hmmm hrmgrgmgh?????