#mmm okay

[tissuegore]

spoiler: "im making tomtord right now!1!"

[liljakonvalj]

Dorabella kan inte ljuga. Loser. Henne litar jag på.

- Mara i avsnitt 12

[brinkof-goingsupernova]

them: don’t worry I’ll never go anywhere

them: runs, screaming

[blacksails2017]

got back into the great hunt audiobook and selene is literally the sussest character to ever exist from the moment she is introduced and rand is just like wow pretty woman pretty must trust her.

[i-am-trying-pls]

london, england

[keferon]

AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAAH

[silkysong]

heretic

[starry-bi-sky]

i think i'm hilarious -- aka i made blood blossom danny au memes

all of these come from my DpxDC prompt "i am pushing the batdad agenda--" and it's corresponding additions in the reblogs ksdjlf.

i am. rotating them in my head. forever and always. personally i think there should be more batdad aus in dpxdc, their dynamic could be neat. :)

[goldencorecrunches]

wen ning really is an inspiring story when you think about it. like he used to not have a cool awesome chain spike weapon and now he does. yeah he still has anxiety and his entire family is dead including him but look at this sick ass chain

[nat-20s]

OUGH does UNIT have a Men In Black type section where they sort out aliens getting to live lives on Earth?? Because if so Donna should work that section because a: Donna would be a fucking AMAZING alien social worker she's always been so so good at Seeing people and b: Catherine Tate look hot in suit

[bastardsofravenkroft-blog]

Writing book? 🙅🏻‍♀️ Writing ginormous static website? 👯‍♀️

[silverwhittlingknife]

poem: "accident report in the tall, tall weeds" by ada limón

[almondcroissantsandink]

Rooster sketches 2: Electric boogalo: the Roostering.jpeg

Also, this is what my sketchbook pages used to look like when I drew traditionally, so this made me really happy :)

[niktheniknik]

His name is Matthew Michael Murdock because when i see him i go MMM

[alluralater]

wanna suck on her tongue until she's squirming and writhing like a whore in my lap but i just keep her wrists pinned behind her back. moaning into her eager mouth, sucking even slower. my lips wet around her and her chin getting all drooly with how lovely it feels to be so good and take it for me. i love seeing how much she can take before she gets stupid with that senseless fucking need. when she starts to whine and force her tongue deeper, i'll bring my own to the underside of hers and lick side to side, back and forth. swirling and sucking until she's grinding her hips forward, begging me to fuck her. taking her wrists in one hand and sliding the other between her thighs. she knows what it means. move for me. we aren't stopping, i'm still working that warm tongue in and out of my lips, but i'll give you this. make yourself cum on my fingers, sweetheart. aren’t you dying for it? cum. cum now. hurry up before i change my mind <3

[rooksunday]

hi okay so we’re onboard with fox and his droid buddy and all i’m saying is

there’s a universe where the kaminoans weren’t quite as confident in their product and they slid one perfect android into each dispatched division, to report back on defects in the clones in the field. to protect the IP, and all that.

the AD units don’t know what they are. why would they need to know that someone else sees through their eyes? besides, all vode know they are observed from the moment they’re decanted until the moment they die. what would one more set of eyes be, after all that?

anyway what i’m saying is that, in the coruscant guard, those eyes are thorn’s.

but the force is dark on coruscant and it does strange things to thorn’s circuitry. he gets blackouts—but many in the guard experience blackouts. he should report them—he feels strongly that he’s supposed to report them and yet—but it’s probably just the weather. the job. not getting enough fresh air or laps. that’s probably it.

then thorn is lost on scipio, and all his data is lost with him.

(by that point the kaminoans don’t bother issuing new AD units. the war has firmly cemented their galactic reputation.)

time passes. then, one day that resembles every other murky day, a knock comes at fox’s door. it’s honk!, the mouse droid that adopted fox for some absurd reason, and behind him trails—

fox stares. “that’s a b1 in a trench coat.” he jolts to his feet, drawing his blaster in the same motion, and shouts, “that’s a kriffin’ b1 in a karking trench coat! i’m going to hang widget by his toes!”

the clanker dodges the first shot, and the second, and then fox yelps as honk! tases him in the shin and—

“what in haran is going on in here?” stone demands, bullying past the crowd. he stops in the doorway to fox’s office and has to take off his helmet. “i reiterate my question more forcefully.”

fox is hopping, holding onto his shin with one hand, and waving his blaster in the face of a placid b1 droid. a droid wearing a trench coat. a droid with red wings painted on the crest of its chassis.

“honk! is a separatist! arrest these droids!” fox yells. his eyes are wide and his forehead glistens with sweat. he has, stone notes, impeccable balance.

“i’m not a separatist, sir,” the b1 says. “you said they’d never take me, anyway. remember?”

it sounds—

fox’s blaster hand is shaking. “i don’t— i don’t know what you’re— stone! shoot it!”

stone didn’t reach for his blaster. he’d get decommissioned, but he waved off the troopers crowding behind him, and he didn’t reach for his blaster.

at least the clanker would shoot him in the front. stone swallowed.

“sir, i—“

“commander—“ the clanker started.

fox barked a command, underscored with a wave of his blaster. “no!”

a flurry of beeps came from the region of fox’s ankles, loud in the standoff. honk! whirred around fox’s desk and chittered at stone. he glanced at his vambrace, then honk!, then the clank— then the droid. then fox.

fox’s hand was trembling on his blaster. he could’ve shot the droid a dozen times by then but he hadn’t. he didn’t seem able to look away from those red wings for more than seconds at a time.

stone swallowed again.

he’d been wishing for thorn to come back for a long time, and now he finally understood the warning in all those tubie tales. be careful what you wish for didn’t cover even half of it.