#it will bite you back in the ass

[snowwhitedraws]

I'm gonna have to put up this oshamir au where 23 year old Qimir teaches 19 year old Osha how to pleasure herself, how to please him, and how to make love.

The experience was so good he couldn't help wanting more even if it was years ago so when he caught news that osha is back, he was waiting but didn't understand why she doesn't even acknowledge him.

So... Qimir is kinda Osha's secret teenage infatuation.

He's a few years older than her and definitely gets along more with Mae. Hell, even her friends get along with him better than her.

There was this one time when they slept together which she assumes he won't give any importance cause she definitely felt like he was somewhat out casting her in his close circle and that led to her nursing a broken heart well into her 20's.

so when osha came back she did not expect him leaning against his car, waiting for her.

[rystiel]

put that thing DOWN before you scar your eyes forever, stanford

[starry-bi-sky]

Blood Blossom Au: Baby's First Commissioner Meeting :)

TL:DR This Post: Danny (orphan) gets poisoned with blood blossom extract by Vlad. He runs away from him and ends up under the care of one Pre-Robin Battinson Batman! Starry is loudly pushing her batdad agenda.

(Also known as "Late At Night, When The Nightingale Sings" on my ao3!)

This was a fun rough idea I've been sitting on for weeks, thinking about how Commissioner Gordon and Nightingale's first meeting might go.

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Commissioner Gordon likes to think that he's adjusting to the new normal of Gotham very well, -- the new normal being grown men running around dressed like bats, in military-grade strength body armor, committing acts of vigilantism, -- and slowly, little by little, he was no longer being surprised when this new normal pops up out of the shadows like the world's most terrifying daisy. His shaving lifespan thanks him for it.

....

The kid is a surprise though.

Granted, he seemed to be a surprise to the Bat too.

There's been a string of murders lately, -- which, in Gotham, is kind of like saying there's been another storm during monsoon season. And there's just been another; in some dilapidated building down in south Gotham, with the broken, boarded-up windows and mildew-crawling walls to match. The victim is a man in his thirties, multiple gunshot wounds to the chest, left in the center of the room for the blood to pool out around him.

The place is already secured when he arrives, the building swarmed with officers and the forensic detectives. The Bat emerges shortly after he does -- or, he might've been here the whole time, hiding someplace dark and shadowy. For his own sanity, Gordon doesn't think about it too hard.

The kid is a surprise, and he appears like a bolt of lightning.

He shows up in the middle of a conversation Gordon is having with the Bat.

A whistle, sharp and loud, slicing through the air, meant for open air rather than a confined space. Gordon's ears pierce and protest the sound, and the solemn, murmured chatter floating through the room abruptly cuts off like the swing of a gavel. As he turns towards the sound -- as they all do -- he swears, up and down, that he sees Batman's shoulders jump, just slightly.

At the source, perched on the window, is a boy. A boy in a gray-blue scarf and an oversized black hoodie, one that hangs off his frame and has ace bandages wrapped around the wrists in some attempt to cinch the sleeves. The hood is up, big like the rest of it, and threatens to swallow the upper half of the boy's face whole in the fabric. What upper half Gordon can see, is smeared with some kind of opaque, black face paint. He's holding onto the side of the frame with one hand, on his hip is a grappling hook. A familiar grappling hook.

Gordon has multiple questions, and his officers tense up.

Martinez puffs up, brows furrowing as his face shapes into a frown. Shoulders rolling back. "You can't be here, kid--"

The reaction is immediate, like a spark to gunpowder, the boy yanks his fingers from his mouth and his mouth twists into a scowl. Head snapping over to Officer Martinez, his hood manages to stay on but Gordon swears that as he bares his teeth, the glint makes them look sharper than they should be. His voice is rasp and quiet and harsh; snappish in its hissing; "Put a fuckin sock in it, Martinez. I'm not stayin."

Martinez reels back, and the boy immediately veers his attention off him. Like a switch, his demeanor drops. Despite half his face being covered, his mouth twists into a cringing, apologetic smile. Slanted and off-beat, embarrassed. It'd be disarming if this wasn't Gotham, and if he didn't just hiss at Martinez like he was about to bite his head off.

"Sorry." He whispers, voice deceptively polite and softer now. Gordon has to strain his ears to hear him. "I was looking for him."

He points his finger towards-- Gordon? No, Gordon follows the direction, and finds himself looking at -- the Bat.

The Bat, who always looks stiff as a pole, now looks even stiffer. Somehow. Well, the explains the grappling hook attached to the boy's waist.

"What are you doing here?" The Bat says, gruff and unable to completely smother the stumble of surprise in his tone.

The boy still holds a sheepish smile, and slips off the window ledge. His feet hit the creaky boards with a near-silent thud, the Batman finds his feet and rapidly begins crossing the room.

Gordon notes the slight tremble in the boy's legs as he straightens. He adjusts his scarf, which droops close to his knees now that he's standing, and slings a backpack -- how long has had that? -- off his shoulders. When the Bat reaches his side, he does as he always does, and looms over the boy like a spectre. A threatening mass of shadows cloaked in all-consuming black. Standing next to him, the boy looks teeny in comparison.

The Bat is a man who terrifies even the most hardened criminals, Gordon has seen grown men shiver in fear at the mention of his name. And yet when the boy looks up at him, he doesn't even flinch.

Instead, his sheepish smile melts away like ice under the sun, holding only traces of his previous embarrassment. It remains as a shadow on his face, a small upturn at the corners of his mouth. The boy pushes his hood back just enough to reveal glinting, ice-flint eyes surrounded in tar-black face paint. He holds the backpack up with one arm. "You forgot this."

[taeminie]

Thame, aren’t you tired? I’m not. I’m not tired at all. Please. Just focus on yourself for now. Just give yourself an answer on whether you still want to be with me or not. I will make everything work out, no matter how tired I will be. Just answer me if you want me to do that or not. If you still want that, give me another chance to fight for you again.

(Quote from Ep. 1) Thame-Po: Heart That Skips a Beat (2025)

[tenderjock]

I’m with you, my love The lights shining through on you Yes, I’m with you, my love It’s the morning and just we two

[starboardharpy]

This is basically what happened, right??

Psst, hey! @bilan-igg , it's the Gay Doritos :>

[thegeminisage]

aphobia vs slut shaming and they've been doing it like this all their lives

[lulublack90]

Prompt 18 - Dogbane Potion

@wolfstarmicrofic April 18, word count 739

CW- talking about murdering werewolves

“When you know the tricks of the trade, collecting werewolf pelts is a breeze,” Sirius could not believe what he was hearing. He and Remus had gone into the Hogs Head for a pint. The Three Broomsticks was teeming with third years, and Remus had put one foot through the door and frozen. Sirius had grabbed his hand and pulled him back out, telling him he fancied seeing old Aberforth, so why didn’t they go to The Hogs Head instead? Right now, he was wishing he’d just braved the Broomsticks and grabbed a few bottles to go. “I took out an entire pack in Essex last month. It was so easy. All I do is get a few nice raw steaks and lace the lot with Dogbane Potion. Makes them weak, see. Dog, wolf, not much in it, and then it’s just a case of shooting them right between the eyes with a silver bullet.” The hunter raised his hands, mimicking a shotgun and pretended to pull the trigger. “Then bang. Takes more time to skin the beasts,” 

“Sirius, can we go?” Remus brought Sirius’s attention away from the man. Sirius’s heart broke when he saw the tears in Remus’s eyes. A sense of protectiveness for Remus and justice for the wolves that had died at the hands of the bastard in the corner, Sirius jumped to his feet. 

“What a load of bollocks,” Sirius scoffed, leaning against the wall opposite the hunter. “Really, you took out a whole pack?” He ran his eyes up and down the man and scoffed again. 

“Yeah, I did,” the man defended himself. “See, they’re stupid at their core, just a bunch of dumb wild beasts,” Sirius’s lips curled up in a wicked grin. 

“See, that’s where you’re wrong. Only an idiot would think a werewolf was a dumb beast.”

“Yeah, well, the five I got last month tells a different story,” the hunter spluttered at Sirius. 

“Five? Such an odd number for a pack. Are you sure you didn’t miss one?” Sirius moved off the wall and slowly approached the table. The hunter's companion quailed under Sirius’s furious stare. “All it would take is one, you know. One lone wolf whose pack had been wiped out by a pathetic little man,”

“Now see here.”

“One lone wolf, to track him down to say a pub and approach him. Lull him into a state of false security and then…” He banged his palm down on the table. The hunter’s companion got up and ran out of the pub. The hunter was too scared to move. Sirius leaned in and spoke barely above a whisper, but the pub was so quiet he could have been shouting. “I’d find a different occupation if I were you. You seem to have forgotten that those wolves are people for the rest of the month. You could have taken a mother away from her child. A son from his dying father. You murdered five people last month; never forget that. Now get out before I decide to take revenge for them,” he spat at the man's feet and went back to Remus. The hunter didn’t waste any time. He stood up and almost ran out of the doors, steering clear of Sirius. “We can go now,” Sirius said in his most gentle voice, taking Remus’s hand in his and running his thumb across his knuckles. But before Remus could get a word out, an entire bottle of firewhisky was banged down on their table by none other than Aberforth himself. 

“Good lad,” he grunted before returning behind the bar. Sirius picked it up and weighed it in his hand. 

“New plan, let's go raise a glass or two to those lost wolves in the dorm.” 

“Sounds like a good plan,” Remus let out a long sigh. He looked sad, but the tired smile he gave Sirius let him know he’d be okay. Sirius stood up, saluted Aberforth and led Remus out of the dingy pub and back towards the castle. 

The following week, there was an interesting article in The Daily Prophet about a werewolf hunter who had mysteriously gone missing. Believed to have been murdered by a survivor of a pack of werewolves, he’d attempted to wipe out on the previous full moon. “Called it,” Sirius told his friends, before folding the newspaper up and getting on with his day, the hunter never crossing his mind again. 

[vellichorom]

let it be known i'm ( god willing ) the first to make among us show shipart

[spidermandni]

i’ll be the pillow, i’ll be the bed

down bad!jungwon would slightly jump when he felt your head land on his shoulder. his eyes slowly trailing from the screen to look down at you resting on him, your lashes touching the skin of your upper cheeks and the sound of you softly breathing. his brain running a mile a minute while he panics but tries to stay completely still to not disturb you. the moment, unfortunately, wouldn’t last long when one of your friends would begin teasing the both of you with a voice louder than a whisper.

all eyes turning to you, now lifting your head with wide, blinking eyes and him with flushed red cheeks.

“i’m sorry, won, i didn’t mean to fall asleep on you.” you would say, causing him to rapidly shake his head to assure that he certainly didn’t mind.

“no, it was fine—really, no problem.” he would spit out, not doing a very good job at trying to appear unaffected. “i mean, you can ignore them. i don’t mind if you, y’know.” the shrug he would give and the way his gaze shoots back to the television screen playing the movie everyone would’ve gone back to made a small smile form on your lips.

“really?”

“really.” the word emphasized but gentle as he might look at you from his peripheral for a second with a disgustingly, love struck glance. the smile on your lips would become a grin that was too strong to hide as you would place your head back on his shoulder covered by some band t-shirt. when he would notice your eyes close, his own would copy as his lips scrunch up and he thanks whatever deity is above for the fact that he had decided to take his jacket off before everyone had sat down, letting him feel you close.

down bad!jungwon would do anything for you, even letting himself be used as your pillow.

[mrmeepsmadmind]

Metalhawk: bro stop calling my people NAILS

Starscream: if you tase me im gonna make u my dead wife istg

Wheeljack: why do your optics turn separate directions whenever i mention the word 'plan'.

Ratchet: yeah i have arthritis so idc if i die tbh :/

rodimus: im buying an rv and me and all these strangers (who like me more than u, not that it matters ) (im hot) are gonna * EXPLODES EVERYONE *

wheeljack, in the middle of discussing a very elaborate pain-staking plan:... ... something just exploded & i wasn't the cause 😢...

prowl: WHERE IS YOUR RAGE

needlenose: i sure love my big dumb evil husband. sure hope a disgruntled little popcorn kernel doesn't detonate a bomb in his head

Wheeljack: fuck my life

Starscream: i love lying, so, naturally-- im gonna become a politician.

ironhide: i saw the hat man

the intelligent Bumble (bee):

[dykedvonte]

It’s just now hitting me that when Jimmy leaves the mouth of post crash Curly’s head in that bizzaro hallucination sequence it is symbolic of him as the parasitic tongue eating louse needing to leave the host after it has died.

The head is missing Curly’s eye likely representing that blind spot Curly had for Jimmy along with the last bit of Curly that Jimmy could feed off of and impose himself through is truly gone now, a realization that likely is another reason Jimmy broke down so quickly after the feast.

He no longer could hide beside the perception of Curly and now all his words and actions, at least in that moment, were all his own with no way else to spin the blame. He tried to feed his host itself, cause feeding off of him worked for Jimmy not understanding or admitting he’s eaten too much himself.

[spaciebabie]

MONKKEEEYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY

[actuallyjustabiscuit]

No but like the fact that Odysseus’ ruse to feign insanity as an excuse to not participate in a war was unveiled the second his precious infant son’s life was threatened only for him to be burdened with killing a baby anyway really hammers in the Greek tragedy of it all doesn’t it.

“The blood on your hands is something you won’t lose, All you can choose is whose”

[torchickentacos]

I noticed that a blog had me blocked (I've never seen them before, idc, that's fine lol, curate your space ✌️) and out of curiosity I hovered my mouse over their username to see their bio and make sure I didn't piss off someone I knew. They had a bio that said 'I block for (list of things)' which. cool! convenient! tells me what I wanted to know!

...except it was the most out of pocket list of things and I cannot imagine what I could have said or done to make this random person think I applied to their blocklist? I've never touched system or furry or 'that-specific-kink' discourse in my life. what happened here 😭 like I'm not mad, I don't really care, but lmfao?

[lesbianspeedy]

BECOMING SCIENTIFICALLY UNETHICAL FOR GAY LOVE?? KIRA MANNING I KNOW WHICH AUNT IS YOUR FAVOURITE AND THAT BITCH IS FRENCH!!!