#shitty and shot

[thebibliosphere]

I feel like I've complained about Tim's email situation in Gotham Knights before (edit: I have), but the truth of it is just so funny.

He's signed up for so many podcasts, video game streamers, and random news alerts; it's just a constant barrage of data going straight into his constantly whirring brain. Hell, he even floats the idea of the Batfamily having their own podcast as a way to correct misinformation about them (which Jason shoots down instantly), and it's made me realize something.

Timothy Drake would be a YouTuber.

In this universe specifically, Timothy Jackson Drake, the heir to Drake Industries and the foster son of the late Bruce Wayne would be a YouTuber.

Think about it. It'd be the perfect cover. Who would ever suspect that some 16-year-old nepo baby with a YouTube channel could ever be Red Robin? You'd have to be mad. I mean, look at him.

Red Robin just dropped out of literal thin air and garotted someone four times his size, and you expect anyone to believe that's the same kid who does 24-hour Minecraft charity streams and occasionally drops 6-hour video essays (his last one was on Lex Luthor's illegal bit mining operation on the moon)?

That kid?

You think that kid is Red Robin?

Ch'yah, okay, sure. And the Joker is funny 🤡.

[butchmartyr]

it’s fascinating how trans women on here are tokenized to signal people’s comraderie with trans (terfs dni in bio/trans women are loved here), while at the same time we’re also harshly ejected from communities and painted as predators for piecemeal grievances that are handwaved away when done by non trans women. you can say all kinds of nasty stuff about someone, and as long as she’s a trans woman, people will believe it! people love the ideal of a trans woman but haven’t worked on their biases enough to do anything but grow to despise actual trans women

[pupkashi]

we all know gojo loves pda and will absolutely place sloppy and obnoxiously loud kisses all over your face in public,, but no one talks about how he absolutely will respect any and all boundaries you have </3

oh you don’t like kissing in public ? no problem ! he’s content and grinning ear to ear just holding your hand and having you close !!

he’ll stick to making you giggle and putting his hand softly on your lower back in crowds, whispering in your ear how pretty you look today, squeezing your hand when you tell him he looks handsome

you don’t want to cuddle during movie night because there’s guests over ? no worries, he’s sitting next to you with his thighs pressed against yours and he has your pinky’s looped together <3

the shared blanket, stolen glances and muffled giggles and enough for him to feel just as loved and warm as any other form of pda would

because as much as he loves pda and showing everyone you’re his, he loves you more and puts your boundaries and respecting you above everything else <33

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[lotus-pear]

regret

[snubulous]

Who else had literal feral child AFO on their bingo card? Cause I sure as hell didn’t

[talaok]

I love your writing bestiee ok so you're dating Pedro, but you're not famous, there's an age gap between you, many people support you and think you're super cute, others make mean and nasty comments, one night you get insomnia (Pedro is sleeping) and decides to look at social media, and some disgusting comments about you and Pedro appear, you start to cry because you don't believe it and don't accept people talking about him in such a nasty way, but while you try to make as little noise as possible while you're crying, it's inevitable, Pedro wakes up and comes to you....

Pairing: Pedro pascal x reader

a/n: thank you bestie💖

One of the few times he was able to sleep, it was you who couldn't.

The curtains filtred the shallow lights of the streetlamps and cars from outside, but a flash of them still penetrated the room every few moments, each time distancing you from sleep an inch further, until inevitably, you were wide awake at three in the morning.

Pedro's left arm was wrapped around you, holding you close even in his sleep, his breath was fanning over your neck as his face hid in the crook of it. Your bodies had melted into one, holding onto each other even when not conscious, because that's how you liked it, because that's how much you loved each other.

And you did, god if you did, no matter what people said, thought, or wrote all over the internet, that's all that counted, the love 

as Pedro always put it: "As long as I'm with you, nothing else matters"

But today, today as you made the grave mistake of picking up your phone, of unplugging it from the outlet, of opening Instagram... today, in the cold of the night, out of reach from Pedro's sweet words, from his warm embrace... today what people said was hitting harder than usual.

You had slipped out of your boyfriend's grasp to walk to the living room, and god did you regret it as you now sat on the couch, tears streaking down your cheeks, while you tried muffling your own sobs with the palm of your hand.

you tried recalling what Pedro usually said, you tried mustering even a glimpse of the optimism, the tranquility that defined him, that made every negative comment about him, or you, not bother him in the slightest, but all your brain was able to do was re-read all those awful, awful comments out loud without giving you a chance to stop it, making it all worse... so much worse.

Because they weren't only insulting, it wasn't the usual "slut" or "whore" or "gold digger", no, no there were also comments that made fun of him, that called you both "pathetic" or even "disgusting"

What's disgusting about loving someone? In wanting to spend the rest of your life with them?

Why, just because of a few years of difference, did people feel the need to go and make assumptions, why's that?

And as the tears multiplied, as the sobs climbed faster up your throat, you didn't notice the steps coming from the bedroom until-

"Sweetheart?", a voice startled you from behind, freezing you in your spot, as Pedro inevitably rounded the couch to take a better look at you.

The moment your eyes met, the moment he saw the frown on your forehead, the glimmer in your red eyes, your wet cheeks, he was next to you, holding your hand, holding you in any way he could.

"what happened?"

And when you didn't answer, when you could only sniffle as you hid your face in his chest, sobbing and drenching his shirt, only then, did he see your phone, the app it was opened onto... all the dirty words staining your screen.

"baby" he cooed, petting your hair, begging you to look up at him "you can't let them get to you" he murmured "Who cares what they think, we know the truth, that's all that matters"

"I-I know-" your trembling voice made its way to him as you slowly raised your head "I just- it's just-"

that's all you could stutter before you were bawling again, holding onto him for dear life as he stroked your back and gently kissed the crown of your head.

"oh sugar" he cooed, "It's all alright, everything is fine" he whispered "'m here, I'm not going anywhere"

It took a long time for your breathing to even enough for you to find his eyes again.

"sweetheart you're the most amazing woman to ever exist, whatever it is they said, I promise you, they're just jealous"

"n-no it's not what they said about me" you shook your head, wiping away a leftover tear "It's what they said about us"

His eyes closed for a moment as he sighed 

"let them say what they want baby, who cares?" he forced a smile to try and cheer you up "Sweetheart, I'm the happiest I've ever been in my entire life" he promised "I love you more than anything on this earth"

"me too" you were quick to reply

"yeah, see? then let them say whatever they want sweetheart, because what matters is that I have you." he murmured "that I'm lucky enough to be with you. and it doesn't matter what they say, because as long as I have you, nothing else matters, the world could collapse and you, baby, would still be the only thing on my mind"

"Pedro..." your lips trembled as your eyes wet again, for a whole different reason this time

"I'm serious" he promised, taking your hands in his "I love you, sweetheart, and as long as I'm with you, nothing else matters"

And as always, he had made it all better

"you're right"

"I know I am" he smiled, stroking your cheek "Now c'mere, let's get back to bed"

[aceouttatime]

gay shakarian wip. trying out a new brush—this is one of those canvases that i use for a million different things so don’t mind the layers. below’s the full sketch lol

[talesfromthecrypts]

Neil Newbon in Later (2012)

[ef-1]

labour | female rage playlist, part 2

[dootznbootz]

I saw something that said that if Odysseus had to choose between himself VS. Penelope and Telemachus he'd always choose himself. How he'd be miserable and he would try to weasel his way out of it but if it really was no other option he'd still do it and...

Odysseus is an incredibly selfish man, that's not wrong. And he definitely has his cruel streak. But his whole thing is his unconditional devotion and loyalty to his family while basically being a rat bastard to everyone else. He literally puts himself in danger for them multiple times, even just in their NAME multiple times.

But this is the same man who pretended to be INSANE for at least a MONTH so he wouldn't have to leave them. I guess you could say it's because he's a coward or because of the prophecy but if he didn't care he wouldn't have saved his son. But even with all that, to have a mad king? That leaves your kingdom vulnerable. There could've been a fucking usurping. Ithaca doesn't have much fertile land and yet he destroys some of it. Even then in some versions, it's him literally running to scoop up his baby, "hearing thundering hooves past his head". Putting himself in danger in multiple ways as SAVING HIS SON MEANT HE WAS GOING TO WAR. WAR ISN'T SOMETHING YOU CAN GUARANTEE THAT YOU'LL COME BACK FROM.

EVEN IN THEIR NAMES, HE PUTS HIMSELF IN DANGER FOR THEM. Calypso asks what is so lovely about his wife that makes him not want her, a beautiful goddess. Said goddess has been abusing him for years yet he still says that he will ALWAYS go back to them putting himself at risk just DEFENDING Penelope and he's literally dragged back to her grotto immediately after. He even tells her the only way he would stop trying to get to them is if he were dead.

He is deeply hurt by her rejection but even then HE ASKS FOR A SEPARATE BED. He calls her cruel and stubborn and he's tearing up but he never threatens her despite her rejection could literally end bad for him. Paris for example, after Helen rips into him about how Menelaus was the better man and warrior who didn't back down, he basically tells her "Hey! You should be happy your husband's alive! ...Get in the bed."

Like??? he puts them first often, even if it means his own discomfort!!!

I don't think he would let Penelope or Telemachus suffer so he would be free. That feels like the fucking Tele-GONE-y to me. You can keep his "rat bastardness" there because if he was for example, being dragged to Hades or something, he'd give Penelope a look and they'd probably have a plan for him to get out ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ He's sometimes said to be the son of Sisyphus. Who's to say he wouldn't do that as well? And if it was him "doomed to eternal damnation". He'd be trying the whole time to get back to them. (that'd...honestly be a perfect punishment for him.)

Idk, They're selfish about practically everything but each other

[duckiemimi]

Gojo isn't dead.

in his fight with Toji, he said that the only reason To didn't kill him was because he didn't cut off his head.

His head is still intact.

We know he can regrow limbs too-

So I don't think this is the end.

i actually love u.

(someone draw schrödinger's gojocat rn, i’d rather see gojo back in a box)

[ivegoneawayinsidemyhead]

9-1-1 : Safe Place

AO3

[pupkashi]

birthmarks

even in his past lives, satoru was always loved

a/n: hi hi !! please enjoy this silly and soft little thing :3 i love the idea of beauty marks being where you were kissed the most in a past like mwehehe

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“oh my god you were killed in your past life on your neck!” gojo gasps, staring at the small mole on the side of your neck, “do i have one somewhere? check my back!”

he’s quick to take his shirt off, looking over his shoulder and into the mirror behind him, eyes wandering over to you, laughing on the bed. his brows furrow as he looks at you, “what’s so funny?”

“you’re thinking about birthmarks, these are where you past lover kissed you the most in your last life,” you clarify, pointing at the small beauty mark, getting up and inspecting his back, “see you have one right here,” you point. there’s a couple littering his back, mainly at the top of his shoulders.

“oh? is that what those are?” his eyes are scanning any visible skin of yours, lighting up when he finds one on the side of your nose, “you have one here!” he smiles, pressing his lips gently against the small dot.

you can’t help the airy giggle leaving your lips, letting him pepper kisses all over you, laughing when he spins you to see if there’s any on your arms.

“there’s a couple on your neck and collarbones” you smile, the two of you now flopped over in bed, the tip of your finger ghosting over the beauty mark on his collarbone. “you’re gonna have so many on your face in your next life,” you comment, watching as his cheeks turn a rosy pink.

“you’re obsessed with kissing my dimples and nose,” he snorts, leaning closer to you and pressing a chaste kiss on your forehead, “I’m sure you’ll have plenty all over from me,” he winks.

“satoru!” you gasp, laughing as he wraps his arms around you, pulling you into his chest easily.

“not my fault I’m in love!” he protests, flipping the two of you so you straddled his hips, fingers intertwined with yours. “that means you loved kissing my shoulders in another life, doesn’t it?”

you can’t fight the smile on your lips as you raise your brows at him, “who said anything about it being me in your past life?” you’re leaning back as he sits up, scooting back so he was against the headboard.

“you really think I’d fall in love with someone else?”

it’s your turn to blush, your eyes avoiding his bright blue ones, ignoring the way his tousled white hair tickles your cheeks.

“cmon sweetheart, you know it’ll always be you,” he mumbles, placing a finger under your chin and gently making your eyes meet his, “in this lifetime, the next and any other.”

the weight of the words hang heavy in the air, only a beat of silence before you’re replying.

there’s no words to describe the feeling you get when you know you’ve found the one. it’s the same feeling as understanding something you’d never understood before, the same feeling as when you win at a claw game, the same as when you’re staring out into nature and you realize how beautiful life is.

it’s like everything seems to click into place.

“it’ll always be you, angel boy,” you whisper, “it’s always you.”

satoru doesn’t care about the high pitched squeal leaving his lips, or how hard he’s giggling as he tackles you with a hug. you tumble over easily, laughing at how utterly insane he sounds right now, cherishing how brightly he’s smiling and how right everything feels.

the sunlight from the window makes him seem unreal, wisps of hair in every which way, as he cracks another terrible joke. you can’t help but burst into fits of laughter, shaking your head and pushing him off the bed.

“i confess that our love transcends lifetimes and this is how you repay me?” he pouts, messy hair and blue eyes looking at you, frowning when you just smile up at him.

“sorry angel boy, you’re right c’mere,” you coo, watching as he smiles widely, quickly nuzzling into your side, practically purring when your fingers run through his hair.

it’s not until later that night after a shower that you catch a glimpse of his butt, “oh my god you have one on your ass!” you gasp, fighting back laughter. he’s confused as he shifts his gaze into the mirror.

“what?” his voice as confused as it is concerned, brows furrowed as he stares at you, letting the towel hit the floor as he reaches for a pair of boxers.

“a birth mark! you have a birth mark on your left cheek!” you laugh, trying your best to catch your breath and hold back tears as you continue laughing.

“how did i die from my ass?!” he cries, laughing alongside with you as he puts on boxers, “talk about a shitty death,” he giggles, smiling when you breathlessly smack his chest, still in a fit of laughter.

satoru holds you closer that night, spending an extra second taking in your features. maybe you’d have shorter or longer hair in the next life, maybe you’d both be bees or trees. he doesn’t know, and truthfully he doesn’t care.

satoru knows he’d always find his way to you, and you’d find your way to him.

maybe in another life he’s but a bee and you a flower. maybe the two of you are stars who burn too brightly next to each other. maybe you’re penguins who find each other even in the crowd of millions. maybe you’re swans who swim into the sunset everyday.

he knows no matter what, he’d love you. and as you instinctively snuggle closer to him in your sleep, he can tell you’d do the same.

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[nordenhelm]

Just little silly man having his big feelings.

[ms-inreallife]

Imani for Birthright Beauty Salon

This the real ting

[pyro-madder]

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