#just ...

[usertoxicyaoi]

"Did you really reach the west gate? Then, why didn't I see you?"

THE ON1Y ONE (2024). EPISODE TEN.

[cipheramnesia]

I'm trying to push "just" as a minimizer further out of my vocabulary, not to eliminate but to crack down on using it. I don't need to use it as often as I do, and then I'll poke around and see stuff like "it just happens to intersex people" or "intersexism is just an edge case" or other language along that lines, and that's kinda where I notice the word "just" has some claws deeper in my brain than I would like because it's super easy to roll with that. "Oh well that's fair it's just a little small amount." And that's just fucked up I think.

Cuz that sort of minimizing language has been around forever. Oh it's just intersex people, oh it's just trans people, oh it's just gay people, oh honestly, how much could that part of the population be, ten people? But it's always tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands, millions however you cut it. Like you live in a small town, a thousand people, if intersex people are "just" one percent of the population, maybe ten people there might be intersex and you probably know one or two. You meet a hundred, a thousand people, more in your life, it means you probably met someone intersex or trans or queer or all of that. In a global population of seven billion people you can six degrees your way to famous actors Kevin Bacon and he's one guy. That "just" thing, that easy and agreeable minimizing sentiment, it's tricky and so I'm trying to make it a caution point. It's just language though, just one word that happens to be widely used by millions of people and which directs your brain to think a certain way because language is how we share our brains.

Anyway this is too long.

[ipledgeallegiancetomymom]

GHOST SIMON RILEY FUCK YEA 🦅

How can someone be so hot omfg. Like i'm not even joking anymore. It's not just a Ghost thing. I'll be in my knees for ANY man who wears a mask honestly. "What if they're ugly underneath it?" I DON'T CARE BABE, EVEN BETTER I LOVE UGLY MEN 😍😍 UGLY MEN ARE SO HOT GODDDDD. I want him soooo badddd, but not in a balls deep sense yall i want him in my kitchen cookin, in my couch watching tv or some shit, he was built for domestic life, he's such a cutie patootie. Yea I know he's a soldier and traumatised and shit but how can you say he's not a cutie patootie when you got Soap's and his conversations??????? Like that man craves for bad jokes to tell. He's THE Cutie patootie behavior hoe.

[formulapookie]

[haveihitanerve]

Headcanon that Bruce’s kids have all pulled the ‘you're not my father card’ at some point or the other and by the time steph rolled around he didn't even take it seriously

Of course, the first time dick said it, bruce cried himself to sleep. But by the eighteenth time, he was numb to it. “Dickie just eat your peas.” 

The first time jason did it Bruce pulled him aside and said “i know Im not, but that doesn't mean i don't care for you jason.” by the twenty fifth time he just held up the adoption papers

The first time Tim said it Bruce laughed. “Tim, you literally forced me to adopt you. Yes I am your father.” Tim didn't bother to say it from then on, maybe muttering ‘you're not my dad!’ under his breath at the computer, just for bruce to whisper ominously ‘yes i am.’ 

When Steph said it, full of anger and hate and sadness and fear, bruce just followed her and said “you're right. Im not your father. And i will never be your father. But, if you'll let me, id like to be better.” After that any time steph said ‘ur not my father’ bruce would just respond with ‘never will be’

Cass said “your are my father” and left no room for argument

Babs said “ur not my dad or my father or even close to being any of it, but you are my mom.” bruce just had to accept that

When damian said it bruce just stood there for a solid fifteen minutes rebooting. Dick and jason fell out of their chairs laughing. 

Duke specifically went “ur my dad! My dad! Boogie woogie woogie!’ and bruce was just like ‘bet aight.”

[loveindefinitely]

task force 141 with a controversially young civilian girlfriend.

-> mentions of large age-gaps, referenced sexual content, alcohol use. afab!fem!reader. minor dubcon (everyone's drunk.)

thinking that you're studying in uni. working on the side to try and afford rent and, if you're lucky, some noodles every other night. you don't really get seen compared to your friends, who go out clubbing and spend their spare time on dating apps.

one time, your friend drags you to a bar. not usually your scene, considering its clientele is more for tradies, and military-type men. not like the stuck-up blue collar boys at your uni.

cue you getting drunk off your ass, barely even standing, when you bump into one johhny mactavish.

he holds your elbows, your chest crashing into his. gentle with it, too -- kind and sweet and grounding.

"y'alright, lass?" he asks, a small smirk on his face, eyes darting across your frame greedily. he, in all fairness, looks nearly as drunk as you. he stumbles a little with your weight.

you giggle, tilting your head to look at him. say something stupid like, "you don't look like a student."

his brows raise, his dimples deepen. "aye, very smart, hen."

you preen with the compliment, a cheesy grin stuck to your face. you make no move to stand up and leave. you think your friend just left with a guy anyways.

johnny moves you, muscled arm around your waist as he takes you to a booth.

three other men sit in it, only one looking somewhere in a ten-year age bracket to you. they're all impossibly large, filling out the space with ease. your stomach swoops, but you easily blame the alcohol.

manoeuvring you so you sit in his lap, johnny's hand is a comforting weight on your waist. he huffs a laugh.

"didn't realise we were goin' for jailbait, soap," the youngest one chimes, dark features shining in the pub's dim light. his eyes trail your frame silkily.

you can't stop the roll of your eyes -- your inhibitions have made you senseless. "'m not, 'm completely," you drag out the syllables, "legal."

a hand on your thigh makes you jolt, and when you look over, a blonde man with a black medical mask raises an unimpressed brow. "got a problem, kid?"

you shoot him a weak glare. "not a kid. weirdo."

the arm around your waist tightens, as does the weirdo's hand encompassing your thigh.

"not scared of anythin', are you darl'?" the final man in the booth asks, hands folded together where they rest at the table. he looks at least double your age, and that simple fact along with his drawling words has your core tightening.

"what's there to be scared of?" you ask, stupidly. your head tilts to the side, unknowingly moving to rest on johnny's shoulder. he doesn't comment.

"miss bein' young and drunk," gaz sighs, hand softly gripping the gin sat on the table in front of him.

"you look young," your brows furrow, not understanding. how old could he really be, to act so nostalgic of your current predicament? "how old are you guys?"

it's an embarrassing question -- makes you feel like a child all over again. but your interest is quickly peaking, and your need for answers overpowers your need for decorum.

johnny's the one to answer, his lips brushing your ear as he whispers.

"gaz, the pretty one over there, he's twenty-eight," he murmurs, heat stirring low in your gut as you nod mindlessly, meeting gaz's eyes.

johnny stokes his thumb over the skin of your hip, and you curl into him further -- stranger be damned.

"i'm thirty," he hums, and god, he sounds so fucking sensual you're about to melt into his arms. if you aren't already.

"the guy in the mask?" said man's hand tightens impossibly against your skin, fingers just shy of grazing your aching pussy, "he's thirty-seven. got a lot of experience, aye?"

you shudder.

"what about you?" you end up voicing, shyly meeting the last man's gaze. he takes a slow sip of his whiskey.

he leans back into the cushion, eyeing you carefully.

"forty-three."

your thighs squeeze together, and fuck, if that's not a turn-on. no matter how unsafe you should feel, surrounded by four military-grade, older men, it only manages to have you wet beyond belief.

all you can manage is one question.

"take me home?"

[regonold]

I kinda want danny who's been adopted by the wanyes to be schmoozing it up at a gala (because listen nothing is funnier than the image of Gotham elites being like oh whats this one's gimmick cus all the other's have something only for danny to just be a dude) only for like the giw to raid the place to get danny ( cus he's a ghost? Cus he's a Fenton? Who knows)

Only for danny to pick up a bottle chug it smash it and vault out a window shouting you'll never catch me alive

Now this increases his reputation with most Gothamites and rouges and absolutely worries the fuck out of the batfam why is the government chasing you danny and hiw are you so good at running

[a-weepin-willow]

YOU GUYS DON’T KNOW HOW MUCH THIS SCENE HAS STUCK WITH ME EVER SINCE I FIRST SAW IT IN THE GAME

I OBSESS OVER THIS SO MUCH BECAUSE IT JUST SUMMARIZES SIFFRIN’S CHARACTER SO WELL WITH A NEAT LITTLE RIBBON

Mirabelle is worried that she’s dragging everyone with her, Siffrin (that fuckin people pleaser) reassures her Truthfully that he couldn’t be happier while on their way to an almost certain death. This shows that Siffrin really values their friends and wouldn’t want to be anywhere else and also how he didn’t really have anything going for him before this. I repeat they had nothing to live for. No goal to strive towards but surviving.

Mirabelle understandably has a mixed reaction towards this response.

But the most important part is Siffrin’s reaction to this. He cringes over it because it was a bad thing to say to someone in Mirabelle’s situation. That she was probably sad over what the king had done to her home and that it was weird to say that they were happy in a situation like that. And while yes she was probably reacting to that a bit, but mostly I just think she was worried, because for Siffrin to be the happiest he’s ever been in a time like this, she doesn’t want to imagine what it was like for him before. But Siffrin doesn’t realize that she was worried about them. He only thinks about her emotions.

Because Siffrin doesn’t believe that anyone can care about them.

[b0tster]

i fucking hate this country

[notdysfunk]

[strange-aeons]

Finally looked at my Spotify wrapped and my top artist is an obscure French Canadian synth pop band. Yes I am in their top 0.01% of listeners. Yes I had one really weird week back in May.

[mishori-o]

MORE SCARIAN

[jaybehindtheslaughter]

Also still wip

Yeah.

[teaboot]

IT KEEPS HAPPENING

[itsapmseymour]

[koawoaboa]

the only reason alastor hates lucifer so much is because he has a cane, and only he can have a cane. (OBVIOUSLY not because alastor probably hates being on lilths leash so he's trying his hardest to follow her orders so therefore he hates lucifer just bc lilth said to)