#the thing with Harvey is that it is grounded but it is not. I am sure there is a word for this type of story. but it's just so ... weird.

[breitzbachbea]

I do love replaying Deponia, I think I am just gonna keep doing that to wind down for the forseeable future. It's nostalgia. It's engaging with something creative, a story, without writing. It's tiring you out very well so you'll actually sleep. It keeps me off social media. It gives me something to look forward to. I think this habit will be kept up for at least the rest of the semester when I still have work to do.

[foreingersgod]

You (on my arm) . CH

pairing: caroline harvey x reader

synopsis: cute moments with kk throughout your relationship!

A/N: this came out kinda shitty, but i promise i’ll have better kk content coming haha

I wanna sit around and watch you do your hair

“you’re so pretty,” caroline sounded from the doorway of the bathroom “d’you know that?”

it was nearing 6:30 am on a friday morning. you hated getting up early with every fiber of your being, wanting to stay wrapped in caroline’s arms for as long as you could. but today, she had an away game, causing the both of you to pack an overnight bag and make an excruciatingly long drive.

you quite honestly looked a mess, dressed in your comfy clothes and your face decorated with the smallest amount of makeup. your hair was a disaster as you brushed it out, trying to style it in a somewhat presentable manner.

“shut up,” you laughed, looking at her through the mirror. she looked so good, also in her lazy day clothes as she leaned against the frame of the entry way, arms folded across her chest. she looked you up and down, smiling adoringly “i look like a disaster”

“not to me,” she came up behind you, moving stray hairs away from you neck so she could rest her chin on your shoulder. her hands planted themselves on your waist “you look gorgeous no matter what”

you turned your head, planting a kiss to her temple, humming against her skin. she sighed as she gave a gentle rub to your hip.

“love you” she mumbled, voice muffled by your sweatshirt.

“love you more” you confessed to her like you had a thousand times before. she was your person, your everything.

Talk it all into the ground

Have a ceremony there for something, don't know what it'd be

you were sprawled across the grassy meadow, long green blades standing tall, surrounding your body. your sundress rode up your thighs a bit, sneakers kicked off somewhere next to you. your arm was outstretched to your left as your hand fit snuggly into caroline’s. she laid next to you in the grass, smiling at you past the scattered flora. you looked radiant like this: skin glowing and sunkist, hair descending down your shoulders and onto the dampened earth beneath you, teeth sparkling as you let out the most infectious laugh.

she sat up, rolling onto her side and propping her head up on her hand as she stared down at you. her free hand maneuvered over to toy with the hem of your dress, fingers gliding across the soft material.

“i’m gonna marry you one day, i swear”

your cheeks burned from the sun, growing even hotter as she said that. there weren’t enough words to describe how caroline made you feel, so appreciated and wanted and loved. you had every intention of marrying her. although for now it would have to wait, you hated the idea of planning things and balancing school and a job and a full on wedding at the same time. but you both knew, without having to say it, that it didn’t matter if you married or not. the love was there all the same.

“one day,” you mirrored her movements, also rolling to your side “and i can’t wait for that day”

But it'd become nothing, it's nothing

And you'd smile at me

you had done it. through all the last minute study sessions, stressful midterms, and the nights spent crying at the kitchen counter as caroline rubbed your back sympathetically. you had finally graduated college. it was a beyond thrilling moment to slip on your gown and bobby pin the unflattering cap to the top of your head. just thinking of walking away with your degree made your stomach ache with excitement.

your high heel clad foot bounced against the floor as you stood in the long line. the room felt hot and crowded while you waited to make your way across that stage and get your degree. in the distance, the boom of the microphone could be heard echoing through the stadium as the names of the graduates were announced. with each passing moment, you were getting closer and closer to your turn. the hundreds of faces sat in the stadium made its way into the view as the line slowly inched forward. you strained your neck looking around the different sections, trying to find caroline’s familiar face.

unfortunately, your parents and the rest of your family couldn’t make it to this huge milestone in your life. you had gone no contact with the majority of them a while back once they ‘disowned’ you. when they found out you were dating caroline, a girl, they were furious and couldn’t stand having a daughter that followed such a lifestyle. your sister was the only one you stayed in contact with, but she was studying abroad and couldn’t make it back to the states in time to see you graduate. you were absolutely gutted about the whole situation.

but caroline was there for you through it all. sat with you while you sobbed the day before graduation because it was all settling in. she assured you that, even though it wasn’t the same as having your parents and sister there, she was going to be there front and center to watch you succeed. caroline was by far your biggest supporter, your rock through everything. you couldn’t believe you had gotten so lucky with someone so attentive and prideful towards you.

so as you finally reached the front, body shaking with excitement, your eyes bounced around all of the smiling faces. it was only when you handed the announcer your name card, taking your first steps onto the stage, you saw her. she was beaming ear to ear as she locked eyes with you. she had her phone out, ready to record her gorgeous girl accepting her degree. caroline had dressed up just for you, sporting a navy blue dress shirt and slacks to match the colors of your university. she watched as you accepted all the hand shakes, posing for pictures with the dean, and evidently walking off that stage with that cherished piece of paper.

you walked off the stage and started to make your way back to your seat to finish out the rest of the grad ceremony. you looked over to her, finally able to get a clear look at her face. you gave her an excited wave, showing off your degree to her. she clapped for you and blew you a kiss, still smiling as brightly as before.

‘i love you’ she mouthed ‘i’m so proud’

and you smiled, mouthing back to her with tears in your eyes ‘thank you’

I wanna be, I wanna buy you pretty little things

And never ever lie to you

“what’s all this?” you asked, stepping through the door into your shared apartment with caroline.

you had gotten off of work quite upset, driving home with irritation coursing through your veins. you got called in for a so called ‘emergency’ even though you had requested the day off for yours and caroline’s anniversary. in reality, it wasn’t an emergency, rather your boss just needed someone to run errands for him. your girlfriend was so sweet and had planned out the entire day to celebrate, you were in a bad mood the whole day wishing you could just got back home.

but when you walked through that door at around 7pm, the scent of pine wafting around the kitchen, your heart melted. a bouquet of your favorite flowers sat upon the marble countertop, a neatly sealed letter leaned against the vase. there was a small box that also sat next to it with a baby pink ribbon tied around it. caroline stood from where she was previously sitting on the kitchen stool, coming over to greet you.

“just wanted to do something since you had to work today, s’all” she shrugged, pulling you into her by your waist as you set your stuff down on table “happy anniversary, baby”

you felt like you could cry, tears welling up at your lash line. you had felt horrible for spoiling the day by going into work, but caroline was so sweet and understanding and always made sure you felt seen.

“caroline, you didn’t have to do this!” you gestured to the flowers and box, leaning in to smell the flowers “i spoiled our anniversary, i don’t deserve this”

“don’t be ridiculous, you didn’t spoil anything” she kissed your cheek, you could feel her lips curl against your skin “and of course you deserve it, you deserve the world. now open your gift!”

the small ribbon glimmered underneath your dim kitchen lights as you ran your fingers over it. you looked at her with a skeptical face, smirking slightly when she laughed at your expressed. she urged you on, promising that you would like the small little present. you untied the ribbon excitedly and lifted the lid carefully.

sat on a small bed of tissue paper, was the most beautiful charm bracelet you had ever seen. you instantly pulled it out, putting it up to your face to see it closer. it was only when you had gotten a closer look that you had realized what it was.

when you met caroline, you noticed she had always worn a small little bracelet on her left wrist. she told you about a month into your relationship that it was something she’s had since she was a kid, a way to keep important memories close to her. you adored the thing, always asking about the charms that she added and what her favorite ones were.

the bracelet she had gotten you was a near exact replica of hers. it shared a few of the charms that hers held, ones that you said were your favorite. but it also had several new ones. many came from the vacations you and caroline took together, others she bought because they reminded her of you, and one that had both of your initials in a heart. it was by far the most thoughtful thing anyone has ever gotten for you.

“caroline,” you exhaled, completely blown away “baby…i don’t know what to say”

she laughed, taking the bracelet from you and grabbing your hand. she delicately wrapped it around your wrist and secured the clasp. she pulled you in for a passionate kiss, wiping away the tears you seemingly couldn’t stop shedding.

“i hope you like it,” she said “i just know how much you like looking at mine and so i thought-i don’t know maybe it’s silly, but i thought you might like one of your own so we can match”

“of course i like it” you shook your head, looking back at your wrist to admire the charms “this is the sweetest thing anyone has ever done for me…thank you so much, babe”

you spent the rest of that night on the couch, curled up into her side with a glass of wine as caroline explained each and every detail of the charms she picked out. she watched as you giggled at every fond memory she took inspiration from, noticing how you ran your fingers across the intricate designs of the little pieces, thinking about how much she loved you.

Watch you get dressed

And compliment your taste

she laid on your side of the bed, extended horizontally so that her stomach stretched along the width of the bed. her elbows were propped up to support her head as she watched your gorgeous figure from across the room. at first she was scrolling mindlessly on her phone to pass the time until you were ready to leave for your guys’ date, but now she was beyond distracted.

you emerged from the bathroom, hair done up and makeup dewy, walking over to your walk-in closet. you wore nothing except your nude bra and underwear, rushing around frantically trying to pick out an outfit. caroline was practically ogling at you, drooling at the sight.

“is this cute?” she had snapped from her trance when you came out, holding up a yellow dress to your body “i don’t know i can’t decide”

her eyes flickered back forth between your stressed expression and the frilly, lacey dress that had previously been tucked in some corner of the closet. she had seen you wear it a few times, remembering how much she loved the neckline and the way it flowed gracefully down your thighs. in truth, she loved everything you owned no matter what it was. she thought you looked good in everything.

she grinned at you, wanting to scream from how beautiful you looked “yea honey, that looks perfect”

“are you sure?” you asked again. she knew you liked things to be perfect, wanting to look your best for outings and such. but caroline always thought you looked your best no matter what “is it too fancy or anything? i don’t want to look like an overdressed loser or something-”

“hey,” she interrupted, making you quiet down and take a deep breath “you’re gonna look amazing, ok? you could be wearing a paper bag over your head and you’d still turn heads”

“you’re too sweet to me” you said rushing over to press a small kiss to her forehead before scurrying back into the closet to change. caroline observed you through the small crack you left in the closet door. not in a lurking way, she just wanted to appreciate her girl.

she bit her lip as she watched how you shimmied the dress over your hips, how you stuck your tongue out as you tried to zip up the back, and how you ruffled up your hair in the mirror probably a dozen times before deciding you were ready. then you waltzed out, just as beautiful as you were before, grabbing your bag and ushering her off the bed. you kissed the back of her hand as you interlocked fingers, making your way out the door.

man, she had really hit the jackpot with you.

…I'd be better armed

If you agreed to take it <3

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

[hauntingrabbits]

Batman my little pony AU. Part 2 here, Part 3 here

More info on these under the cut!

1. Sundown Mane/Batpony (Bruce Wayne)

His backstory & general situation is pretty much identical to every other batman out there so I wont get into it.

Other notes:

-His cutie mark is a masquerade mask that I tried to make vaguely bat-shaped. The general public sees his Cutie Mark through the lense of his reputation, and he leans into it heavily to obscure the truth. In interviews, he presents it as being tied to hosting galas (it’s the reason he started hosting those huge masquerade balls in the first place) and/or his fashionable looks, but in truth it’s far more representative of his stealth and disguise capabilities, as well as his masked night time hobbies as a whole.

-He’s not an actual bat-pony in any way, the bat wing appearance is just the costume (intentionally designed that way for intimidation, battle, and obscuring his identity further). Though most citizens assume he’s a true bat-pony, other rumors range from him being a vampire, to an Earth pony with false tech-based wings, to a magically disguised alicorn, to a spirit of the night.

-If Batman were actually to be a pony I think he’d 100% be an earth pony, because his big thing is relying on skill and tech rather than power and he has the whole “normal guy amongst gods” thing going on. HOWEVER. There are actual bat ponies in this show. How am I not supposed to utilize that somehow for the guy whose name is BATMAN? Also with Sundown I think being a Pegasus just fits the playboy personality front he puts up. I don’t know why, its just vibes.

-I think he just doesn’t fly much while patrolling as batpony, instead using his wings for extra jump or for intimidation and cover like with his cape. They’re probably steel-tipped or something too. He doesn’t rely on flight for advantage and trains entirely grounded because he doesn’t want to be dependent on flight and find himself lost if his wings are ever incapacitated.

2. Apollo Honeyscales/Two-Face (Harvey Dent)

Fascinated by the Equestrian legal system and craving a more organized society than what was offered by his generally disorderly and solitary fellow Chimeras, Apollo moved to Gotham to pursue higher education. Unfortunately, ponies are often intimidated by, if not downright terrified of Chimeras, so though Chimera cultures usually give each head equal social weight and three individual names, Apollo quickly adapted to instead try to present himself as pony-like as possible. He used a singular name and pronoun for his whole body, presented the less intimidating, herbivorous-looking goat as his “main” head, and eventually even took to having a faux Cutie Mark applied for media and court appearances. Prior to the attack, the lion and the snake head were never seen talking in public, and even in private the only ponies to have heard them speak were his close friends Sundown Mane and Glider Gold.

After being attacked with acid in court, Scales succumbed to injury and had to be amputated, while Honeybite was left alive but severely scarred. With this event, Apollo’s and Honeybite’s already fragile mental states from years of pony society othering them, the weight of their job, and personal repression finally snapped in their grief and anger, leading Honeybite to fully take the reins and create the criminal persona of Two-Face. Attempts from both Sundown and Glider and to reach out since have been unsuccessful.

Other Notes:

-According to the wiki only one chimera shows up in the whole show so. I made stuff up. -Chimeras typically being solitary is based on the fact we only ever see one in the show. This solitary nature would make it hard for them to have a widespread legal system at all, let alone to enforce it; thus Apollo’s original fascination with the foreign pony legal system. The Chimera in the show also has individual names for each head, each with a slightly different style (the goat following pony name conventions with the name Pumpkin Cake, the tiger following a slightly more violent version of pony name conventions with the name Sweetkill, and the Snake bluntly just being named Snakey). I tried to follow similar conventions for Apollo. I was most happy with the name Scales, because it followed the blunt snake naming convention while also sort of doubling as a scales of justice reference. Apollo is just a reference to Harvey’s nickname in some of the comics, and Honeybite is just for fun.

-His perfectly split coat is unique even among other chimeras, and as Apollo he was generally considered attractive and “exotic” by Equestrian media outlets.

-The temporary Cutie Mark application was done professionally. (Surely ponies have perfected this art, right? Like this has to be something pony society does and has services for, right? Ponies covering up embarrassing Cutie Marks, blank flanks covering up an embarrassing lack of a Curie Mark, Ponies getting Cutie Marks done for costumes, theater, movies, etc… you get it.) Apollo’s choice of a faux Cutie Mark is meant to serve as both a way of further integrating himself into pony society and a proclamation of his legal skills.

-Apollo was a genuinely great lawyer. Ponies on defense were often so preoccupied at the terror of having a lion and a snake silently stare them down that they wouldn’t realize it was actually the goat they should’ve really been afraid of until their entire case had already been ruthlessly torn to shreds.

3. Glider Gold (Gilda Gold)

Even prior to their relationship and subsequent engagement, Glider had long been Apollo’s closest friend and confidant. She saw the way his job and keeping up his image was tearing him apart long before the acid attack, and she deeply regrets not trying harder to get him the help he needed before it was too late. Multiple news outlets have been trying to get an interview with her and their efforts only increase every time Two-Face shows up in the news (despite Sundown’s efforts to dissuade them). She hasn’t been the same since the attack and Apollo’s disappearance, losing interest in her work and finding her friendship with Sundown heavily strained as they both feel the weight of Apollo’s absence.

Other notes:

-I wasn’t even going to draw Gilda originally because she’s such a minor character in Batman stuff but as I was writing out Apollo’s background she nudged her way back in. I like her too much.

-This version is based on her very first iteration where she was a sculptor. Her green coat is a reference to that version’s accompanying Two-Face (also his first iteration), who had green scarring.

- The choice for her to be a pegasus was mainly just to go with her silly name, but I do think being a pegasus would be beneficial to a sculptor. No ladder required to work on high details just fly up there.

-I am not immune to the bruce/harvey/gilda agenda

[snailmail444]

Hey moot, how about some NSFW headcanons for when the bachelors first slide it in? Maybe also when the bachelorettes first sit on it? Their expressions, noises, that sort of thing? (pls forgive me for going anon, i'm just embarrassed LMFAO) -🪴

First times with the Bachelors and Bachelorettes

18+ 🌱 MDNI 🌱 NSFW

Don’t worry moot who will remain nameless at this time. I so get it sometimes you don’t wanna be perceived! I hope you like this tho hehehe~ 💞💞💞 🍂 NSFW under the cut

Harvey-

💚 I’ve said this before but I think Harvey is loud

💚 Like in general he makes a lot of grunts and groans etc.

💚 The second he feels you he’s purring with satisfaction

💚 Goes slow, but not just for your comfort 😈

💚 Wants you BEGGING for more, even if he’s having trouble keeping himself together.

💚 Flushed! He’s flushed all the way down to his chest!!! Look at him!!

💚 His breathing is definitely ragged and uneven but he’s suuuuch a service top that he’s gonna be rubbing your nipples with his free hand

💚 “That’s it, just take it”

💚 Stops about halfway in because he needs to catch his breath

💚 One look at you mewling under him for more, though, has him pushing the rest of the way in

💚 Lives to serve 🫡

💚 Grunts when he bottoms out

Elliott-

❤️ First and foremost it’s important to establish something

❤️ Elliott has a virginity collection. Gotta say that up top

❤️ So many people he’s known have wanted something safe and comfortable for their first, and he’s a HAPPY provider

❤️ He’s had a lot of firsts.

❤️ You think that would make him jaded. Not so!!!!!!!!!

❤️ The moment he feels how hot and needy you are for him he snaps a little bit

❤️ Normally very controlled about it

❤️ But as soon as he sees the needy look in your eyes

❤️ And gets a feel of just how perfect you really are

❤️ His composure!! It’s gone!!!!!

❤️ We already Knew he was obsessed with you. But if there was any doubt…there isn’t anymore

❤️ The! Praise!!!

❤️ Lowjey envision Elliott as the type who doesn’t swear UNTIL you’re having sex

❤️ He’s so overwhelmed and turned on and just— “you’re delectable, fuck darling.”

Alex-

🤎 He is going sooooo slow with it

🤎 Face is all scrunched up and focused

🤎 Dosent speak, doesn’t make a sound, probably doesn’t even BREATHE until it’s all the way in

🤎 Once he’s certain he’s fit without causing any pain he’s throwing his head back and groaning

🤎 Not that he didn’t want to before—he absolutely did—but he’s nervous

🤎 I like to imagine Alex isn’t super experienced. A hot jock like him has had options, of course, but he doesn’t want to really do anything unless it’s special

🤎 Flushed. Maybe shivering a little bit

🤎 Reverent king. Heart eye legend. Looking at you like you hung the moon

🤎 Holding your hand to ground himself—I can’t—

🤎 Twitching and shivering trying to stay still

🤎 Probably just says he’s in love with you right then and there tbh

🤎 What’s a man supposed to do? Huh? NOT be devastatingly in love with you?? Get real.

Shane-

💙 Never had any composure to begin with

💙 Turned on and he already goes pretty hard so that first time

💙 He cannot help himself he’s fucking all the way in on the first stroke

💙 fingered you throughly beforehand to prepare for this invevutability

💙 “so goddamn tight, shit”

💙 Obsessed with the way you clench down around him. Wants you to feel overwhelmed with how full you are

💙 And you do. And you do

💙 Sweating already!!!!!!!

💙 Beading up on his brow as he tries to steady himself because you feel so so so much better than his first ever could

💙 After he’s got his feet under him he gets THE cocky grin of all time

💙 One glance at you struggling under the weight of your pleasure he’s grinning all wolfish and pressing his forehead to yours

💙 “Don’t worry baby, I’ll take good care of you”

Sam-

🩷 Okay so I am so serious

🩷 He is already about to come

🩷 Barely even gets the tip inside before he realizes he’s fucked

🩷 He’s whimpering the second he feels how hot and tight you are, swallowing moans to try and keep himself under control

🩷 canNOT make eye contact. If he does he’s finished

🩷 Head falling foreward, cheeks flushed, panting and screwing his eyes closed because it’s too damn much

🩷 Ends up coming after MAYBE three strokes. Possibly less. Super embarrassed and flustered because that’s bad, right? He’s supposed to last longer than that, and—

🩷 It’s so fucking hot be serious right now.

🩷 Oh noooo he thinks you’re so hot and sexy and perfect he came in .2 seconds…ohhhh nooooo…👀👀👀

🩷 He’s flushed and embarrassed, and his eyes are big and round as he says he’s sorry

🩷 I’ll have one Samson hot to go please with extra pathetic on the side

🩷 Have him finger his come into you until he’s hard again. Do it. I dare you

Sebastian-

🖤 Spends a lot of time teasing you first

🖤 Dragging his cock against you and trying to work you up

🖤 No it’s definitely not because he needs to get his bearings what gave you that idea—

🖤 He needs to get his bearings

🖤 Already knows before he even puts it in that he’s going to be overwhelmed

🖤 Another inexperienced king 🥰

🖤 clamps down with his hand around the base of his cock as he guides it inside as a precautionary measure

🖤 full. Body. Shiver

🖤 its way hotter and tighter than he thought and you’re so worked up because he teased you so much

🖤 A monster of his own creation

🖤 WHIMPERING!!

🖤 Embarrassed by it too. Using his free hand to cover his mouth and his cheeks because he doesn’t want to look stupid

🖤 You dont look stupid babygirl please make more pathetic noises I’m begging you

🖤 Has to take a break before he moves. Otherwise he will suffer the same fate as Sam

🖤 When he finally gets into it he’s good. But he was overwhelmed for a minute there FR

Penny-

🧡 Virgin 💞

🧡 She’s really nervous, but wants this more than she’s ever wanted anything

🧡 You have to finger her really thoroughly and go sooo slow

🧡 Trust you to set the pace

🧡 Doesn’t even realize she can feel this full

🧡 She winces because it hurts a little bit at first, but when she adjusts there might as well be hearts in her eyes

🧡 Pitches her head back against the pillow and whimpers

🧡 Feeling up her own chest to try and ground herself

🧡 Probably starts crying lbr

🧡 Squirming against you!!

🧡 Once she’s ready she’ll be pawing at your back and twisting her hips

🧡 Hit it hard and slow. Trust me on this one

Maru-

💜 Domme queen

💜 Is more than ready for this

💜 Her goal is to make YOU lose it

💜 Prepped herself well enough for this that she can take it all at once

💜 Grins at you, is asking if you’re okay because you’re sweating

💜 Wants to ruin you by ruining herself

💜 Does NOT hesitate

💜 Will be making noise because she’s having the time of her life

💜 Laughing and smiling and lowkey giddy because she loves this and loves making you insane and loves getting fucked

💜 Absolutely in control and with it

Emily-

💙 Immediately breathless

💙 Also giddy but in a more “oh!! Yes!” Kind of way

💙 Is kinda filthy for it?

💙 Dirty talk/praise for how well you fill her up

💙 “Yes, it’s so good, give me more, need you”

💙 Emily is already a little unhinged so like. What’s getting fucked if not a transcendent experience

💙 Sees Yoba the moment she’s full

💙 Didn’t expect to feel so elated and happy buuut

💙 She is :3

💙 Can’t get enouuuugh

💙 Balling her fists into the sheets and howling tbh

💙 Lowkey animalistic about it. Really likes it primal as hell

Leah-

💚 Leah’s no stranger to getting fucked

💚 Like. Girl loves it, actually!!!

💚 already sweaty and blissed out because she probably did a lot of other things with you first

💚 A little nervous even though she loves this

💚 Probably wants to hold your hand

💚 Very controlled, but she’s crying out before she’s even all the way down

💚 She’s got that classic ginger flush

💚 Head tossed back and rolling against you the moment she can

💚 No chill needs to get fucked now!!

💚 Make her be slow. Take her hips and force her to slow down.

💚 She will lose her miiiiind

Haley-

🩷 Okay lowkey? Another inexperienced queen!!

🩷 Has had sex a couple times, but it’s been a WHILE

🩷 Doesn’t stop her!!

🩷 She’s about halfway down when she stops, winces, averts her eyes because she’s blushing

🩷 Queen of “don’t see me struggle”

🩷 It’s just that like—it’s big, and she’s not—

🩷 Rub her clit a little!! Watch the way her eyelashes flutter when you doooooo

🩷 Eyes kinda rolling back in her head, but she’s a BRAT QUEEN so of course she’s telling you not to let it go to your head

🩷 She’s definitely pink in her cheeks and her chest is heaving with the effort

🩷 But

🩷 She looks sooooo satisfied when she’s finally seated

🩷 Definitely about to go hard and fast, but not making any noise yet

🩷 Smiles at you

🩷 “Don’t stop touching me either”

🩷 Haley I’m begging you for one single chance just one please

Abigail-

🖤 Bouncing and moaning on it

🖤 Seriously though?

🖤 She’s so horny

🖤 in my mind Abby is the horniest bachelorette by FAR she wants you so so so bad

🖤 Got off earlier on the prospect of this she’s so excited

🖤 Despite all of her confidence and bravado

🖤 The SECOND she’s on it she’s falling apart!

🖤 Hips stuttering, takes way more than she’s ready for because she wants it that bad

🖤 Her thighs are shaking already

🖤 Burying her face in the side of your neck to muffle out her cries

🖤 Shaking and rocking against you

🖤 “please please please” against your skin, her body hiccuping with want

🖤 Needs you to take over and fuck her from underneath because she can’t hold herself together enough to move

🖤 Desperate little mess !!!

[iamthatonefangirl]

harvey specter headcanons pt. 3

i'm running out of ideas maybe it's time for me to write an actual fic. i love hiding behind my little one-liners or individual paragraphs i'm too insecure to post real fics. it's okay tho i am loving getting back into writing

part one

part two

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harvey specter, who is subconsciously obsessed with always resting his hand on your back. who does it without even noticing he’s doing it—whether you’re taking a stroll, or he’s holding a door open and ushering you in, or sitting in his lap having sex—he’s always got his hand on the small of your back. 

harvey specter, who never misses an opportunity when he sees it. if you’re bending over or preoccupied with a task, he’s always going to take the chance to smack your ass.

harvey specter, who sees red when he sees you shaking hands with travis tanner in the lobby. who keeps his cool as he walks up to you, wrapping his arm around your waist and questioning tanner, what are you doing here? 

harvey specter, who finally gets the chance to see you in action at work. when confronted by another employee, you stand your ground and don’t take any shit from him. who has never been more proud or turned on by it. 

harvey specter, who joins you in the shower to wash your hair for you after a long day at work, or (and) after an intense gym session. who you return the favor to by massaging his back after his own exhausting days or workouts. 

harvey specter, who finally opens up to you about his issues with his mother. who pulls you closer when you tell him that you agree with him on the matter, that he did the best he could with the cards he was dealt. who sheds a few tears when you tell him it’s not your fault, baby. 

harvey specter, who will forever wish you would have been able to meet his father. who is glad that you get to have the relationship with your mother that he never had with his own. who hopes your father isn’t completely appalled that his daughter’s boyfriend is closer to his age than yours. 

harvey specter, who finally agrees to a vacation. who takes you to all the places you’ve always wanted to travel to but never had the opportunity to go. who lets you pick all the destinations and outings you’ll have, while he makes sure the first class seats and five-star hotels and high-end restaurant dinners are booked far in advance. who would only ever let you travel with such luxury. 

harvey specter, who supports all of your dreams. who knows that not now, but in the next few years, you may be looking for a career change. who is ready to sacrifice whatever is necessary to support you through the schooling you may have to go through to make such a change. 

harvey specter, who knows that you’re not ready to get married. who knows that you’re far too young to get married. but who knows that he’s not getting any younger, and doesn’t know how to respect your youth while planning for his future. who worries that while you might be his happy ending, to you, he might be a stepping stone to where you’ll be in ten years. who thinks that you might pass him by, and who knows he has no choice but to support you if life takes you away from him. who knows he’ll never move on, even if you do. 

harvey specter, who knows that you both work too much. who knows that you spend all your free time and weekends together. between his love of his work, his friendships with his colleagues, and his relationship with you, he is satisfied. but he knows you are far more social than he is, and he will encourage you to go to spa nights and girls trips with friends. who is proud that you have a life that you love, and he will always be there to supplement whatever you need to keep it that way. 

nsfw ones:

harvey specter, who would put your pleasure above his every time. who is happy to service you. who can’t get off until he knows he’s pleased you to your satisfaction. 

harvey specter, who knows that you’re more game to try things out than his other partners. call it a benefit of your youth, if he might. 

harvey specter, who takes off his button-down shirt and dresses you in it. who binds your wrists together with his necktie and teases you for what feels like forever, before fitting his index and middle fingers into your mouth. who finally slips those two fingers into your underwear and ever so faintly begins to touch, whispering into your ear: does that feel good? hmm? just relax… i’m not going anywhere, sweetheart.

[vintagegeekculture]

There are some books that are functionally boy’s adventure books, but are not advertised as such (Stuart Gibbs is a good example), but I absolutely know what you’re referring to. I have some experience in the public-facing library/bookselling field, so I have a guess at some of the reasons that boy's adventure books are currently out of fashion. 

Shonen anime, and graphic novels trying to cash in on being similar to shonen anime, are currently considered to be the main replacement.

The dual successes of Diary of a Wimpy Kid and Captain Underpants are seen as the overall representation of “what boys want to read”. As with any success, middling-to-bad (or at least incredibly cynical) knockoffs are rife. 

Right now, books aimed at boys who have poor experiences around masculinity, or little interest in it, are extremely popular. So any story that celebrates masculinity is going to be looked at as being somewhat dangerous.

If you’re not interested in toilet humor and are a masculine kind of guy, you’re going to be looking at slim pickings.

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P.S. I'm a WWII guy, except for a few years when I was a Spanish-American War guy -- I thought that was the same as having a personality.

Here's my observation on the popularity of Captain Underpants and Dogman: it ties in to an absolutely well understood track for stages of development in boys.

Now, keep in mind that I am not an expert in childhood development or education, but in the past, the reading habits of boys went through three comic book reading stages that maps, roughly, onto their growing capacities as they get older:

Archie/Harvey Comics Stage. This is usually a boy's first comic book, friendly and humorous and childlike. In the past, every boy's first comic is usually Archie, Jughead, or Richie Rich, or Casper the Friendly Ghost, Peanuts, Garfield, or Wendy the Good Little Witch. They like surreal humor, and the absence of concrete thinking and unreality of these books is a positive, as it matches the non-concrete thought processes of young kids, which is why adults often have trouble relating to this: if you ever saw a kid's drawings from this stage, people just float or fly in space, their feet not on the ground, and the sun is often drawn with a face. Notice that kids absolutely accept as a given that Pete and Pete are two brothers with the same name, which is something adults have a problem grasping. If you ever asked yourself why Spongebob Squarepants lives in a pineapple under the sea, of all things, instead of accepting it as a given (of course he lives in a pineapple, what do you expect?), you're probably past this stage.

Superman/Batman Stage. After the Archie/Harvey stage, boys move on to Superman and/or Batman, as their imagination capacities develop, they start to envision adventure and science fiction/other worlds apart from just humorous surrealism. Because they start to experience stories vicariously as their imagination expands to include putting themselves into the story, they tend to start to want adventure and action at this point, power fantasies of muscles, freedom, swordfighting, karate and sweet jump kicks, swinging over a rickety bridge with a rope, and wrestling a monkey (this is also the age that in decades past, boys got obsessed with Tarzan, and in more recent times, got into Adventure Time, a show about two brothers with no parents). All this is mingled with fantasy and science fiction as the ability to think in terms of other worlds and places emerges, but they still prefer pro-wrestling like good and evil as clearly delineated, as their moral reasoning is not super well developed. There are female villainesses in stories at this level, and their master plan is often to get the hero laid, which is a sign of evil instead of good. The fact that Batman and Superman seem to always have all the answers and win cleanly is a plus at this stage, since stories are lived vicariously as opposed to handled and seen with distance. Some people don't move past this stage, and you can usually identify these people because as they identify closely with a main character's state and emotions, put a book down when things get bad for the main character, and often say things like "wow, why does this writer like killing off characters or making them suffer?"

X-Men Stage. After a phase of being into Superman and Batman, most kids move on to an X-Men phase, usually by 6th Grade, but it depends on the kid. They start to be aware of society and the individual, and with that, in the case of many, comes an awareness of being on the outside looking in, so themes of being an outsider, rebel, and alienation start to be important. This is the stage your kids start to turn into little jerks who mouth off to you, and the reason why is the same reason kids (usually) move on from Superman to X-Men: it's the era that kids start to develop moral reasoning, a muscle they flex and apply to every aspect of their life and play with like a new toy. They probably aren't able to articulate it this way, but they like the idea of conflict with society, rebellion (as they are conscious of an individual and society for the first time), and even the idea of moral dilemmas. Also, because boys are going through puberty at this point, they start to find girls interesting, which is why the X-Women like Rogue, Storm, Marvel Girl, and Psylocke were so much more alluring and appealing than Lois Lane and Betty and Veronica. They also start to be aware of status for the first time, a person's relationship in comparison to others, something younger kids are only barely cognizant of, which is why they like things being hardboiled and "cool."

You could, for more modern times, update this list of stages to the Spongebob Stage, Adventure Time Stage, and Jojo/One Piece Stage. In the 1950s, the trajectory would be Tom Swift and other "boy with a helicopter" stories, then boyish gee-whiz adventure writers like H.G. Wells and Jules Verne, and finally, big-idea, believable guys like Heinlein and Asimov by age 12-14. The exact content is not important, the developmental stages in boys are.

If you're a Star Trek fan as a kid, Captain Kirk is usually your favorite character early on (in the Superman/Batman stage), where you vicariously experience and enjoy his coolness and ace-status (as a kid, I thought Captain Kirk was cooler than all the comic book superheroes put together), and then it usually becomes Spock as you get older and start to relate to his alienation and the fact he is different from everyone else. Star Trek deserves some genius prize because it has the adventure, cool monsters, and moral framework to appeal to kids at the Superman stage, but then grows up with them with dilemmas and big ideas as they enter the X-Men stage.

I do believe the reason Harry Potter has such a fan following is the books grow up with you. Harry Potter started off whimsical and charming (Harvey/Archie Stage), then became about adventure and good versus evil (Superman/Batman Stage) then was about moody teenagers, where the heroes are outlaws on the run from the clueless government and pair off with each other in love stories (X-Men Stage).

There are bound to be problems when something aims at one stage but has fans of the other. Hulk Hogan and John Cena are often hated by a certain kind of wrestling fan because they are Batman/Superman heroes kids love because they experience their strength and indomitability vicariously, and only grow to prefer the X-Men-like "cool rebel" Rock and Stone Cold later on. You don't like John Cena, or Superman, because he's not for you.

Now, all that said, when you talk about how boys don't move past Dogman, the Archie/Harvey Comics is the stage of development you're talking about, that books like Captain Underpants, Diary of a Wimpy Kid, and Dogman operate at. And the reason they seem to be dominant is that boys stop reading after the Archie stage. In other words, in my opinion, you're confusing effect with cause: they have nothing for them except manga after this point as most boys stop reading entirely past the Archie/Harvey Comics stage.

Why? Your guess is as good as mine, it is simply the largest and underdiscussed social problem of our time, boys stop reading and often never read again. "Young Adult" essentially means girl's books now.

The reason why nobody is examining this issue is simple: men's rights advocates are not particularly concerned with helping boys, but more with bitterly whining about ex girlfriends and gripes with the family court system. So when a legitimate social issue happens that affects boys disproportionately (the fact boys stop reading entirely around age 9-10 and never read a book again in their lives) they have nothing to say and are not particularly interested in the issue.

As someone with a concern and interest in helping boys, I was initially very sympathetic to the Men's Rights idea that society leaves them behind, and it does happen more or less as they say it does: society lets them slip through the cracks, especially in the school system, where they are seen as a problem to be solved, especially when high spirited (normal). However, there was very little sympathy in that group for boys who were physically abused and beaten by parents. Most believe in corporeal punishment, as they care less about boys and more about the primacy of paternal authority - just as you'd expect from bitter, divorced dad, malicious pieces of shit. And boys being molested is often treated as a joke, and not with the seriousness and primacy the issue deserves.

Likewise, despite the talk of feminism helping men, women's rights are not especially concerned with helping boys either, because...well, why would they be? It also doesn't help that the leadership and vanguard (though not necessarily the rank and file or activist base) of women's rights movements are usually professional, striving educated women (a group with high rates of sociopathy and reduced empathy) so their focus is on access to elite institutions and professions. This is more especially obvious in the UK than in the US, where feminism is more explicitly linked to class, as one can see with JK Rowling. As a consequence of this, #MeToo was not about waitresses or gig workers who endure horrible harassment, but about access to elite institutions. There's a reason why when we picture sexual harassment, it's in business suits at a law firm, and not a diner waitress bothered by creeps or her manager.

I will say this: I am very heartened that #MeToo and activism and so on are now starting to include boys who were molested. Very few changes in our culture have been positive and that is one. There's a reason male survivors of sexual abuse and molestation keep their head down, were not included as a part of #MeToo initially, and that is starting to change. Self blame and guilt is a part of every abuse victim, but it is especially crushingly intense with boys too young to understand, and who are trained to endure and not ask for help from male friends.

[bruciemilf]

A crack treated seriously concept that I have just swimming in my mind;

Runaway sugar baby Bruce Wayne AU.

Here's the thing; Bruce and Harvey are married. Bruce may not realize they are! but they are.

Oblivious fucker really went,

" yes, I will have children with my best friend, raise them together happily, occasionally have sex, and wear this cool ring he gave me. Platonically, of course."

I think it all started when Tim came home from school, wearing a bit of a guilty expression, asking with a pinch embarrassment if Bruce could pretend to be a doctor for career day.

Bruce blinks, " I am a doctor, darling." Graduated with flying colors, mind you!

"Well, yeah, but...You know, not anymore. "

True. Ever since he adopted Jason and Tim, he just found it harder and harder to leave home. They were just too precious and he didn't want to miss a moment!

"I just don't understand why he'd lie about it."

"I can," Harvey looks so handsome, arranging his tie. He does a mess of it, but he doesn't look less tantalising,

" Little brats would be...Yknow, mean. They get finicky when they see a weak spot."

He knows it's Harvey because there's no accent melting like whisky on his mouth. " Weak spot?"

" doll, cmon, --"

" I do work, Harvey. Just because it's not defending criminals doesn't mean it's less vital."

" I knowthat. But you're also a rich guy who, let's face it, wouldn't need to work a day In his life. And that's fine by me. "

because Harvey HATED seeing his mom break her back to support their family when his father was drowning face down in debts.

He wouldn't put anyone through that, let alone his pretty little husband. But Bruce doesn't take this well.

" well! I'll show you! I'm more than capable of making it on my own, I'll prove it!"

Now. Bruce doesn't think too much. He's not an expert in it. Man can stitch up a 5 inch incision with floss, but his own well being? Leave it to Alfred.

But he'll make them proud. So next time, they don't have to lie.

He just packs up way too many luggages, packs Damian up too, and leaves while Harvey's at oh his back breaking, gruelling office job.

It's only when he's on a bus that he realizes he forgot the rest, but that'd be cruel! Their boys loved their father.

Dick, who's in his I Hate Dad phase, is extremely hysterical while they leave to find Bruce. Only stopping occasionally to fix his eyeliner, then start over again.

Jason, Harvey's second oldest, drives beside them on his motorbike.

He guesses its an extra middle finger to him to not wear a helmet. His beloved little hellion, raised on the devil's edge.

"Listen to me; If I find him, I'm moving back home. If I don't, I'll put you in the ground."

" I'll let you."

Now; Bruce does find a place. It's a little town with big characters.

Harley has a diner that she's more than happy to welcome him in, even if Bruce, Spoiled Spouse of the Year, can't quite pick up.

Anything for old roomies.

But there is someone in there who catches Bruce's attention. Towns mechanic.

Clark, his name tag says, who played with Damian behind Bruce's back while he talked to Harley.

He smells of salty motor oil; Fresh sweat, smoked apple pie. His eyes are dreamy blue, rendered with sharp cleverness. And Clark likes him.

Clark recommends him a good motel, brings Damian some toys to play with, even brings his own babies so they can have a playdate. " They're not mine. The toys! These two are. I have a receipt from the hospital."

"...A birth certificate?"

He's delightfully awkward.

When Harvey comes to pick him up, when Bruce jumps in his arms, claws at a pristine shirt stained with his brand new blisters and cracks and worked hands, he's not awkward.

He's disappointed; Like Bruce strangled the joy from his soul.

"You're...Married?"

When Bruce and Harvey respond, in perfect, consice sync, " Oh no, darling,--" " Yes he is, four eyes--" they're ALL confused.

"Oh, dear..."

[lawrites]

Rubens Can Suck It!!

Sweet Gotham S1! Edward Nygma x Plus Size! Female Reader

You are having an awful day when someone leaves a note on your desk, describing your figure. It sets you off, and Ed is the one who seeks to comfort you.

This fic features a LOT of insecurities, specifically around being plus size. It talks about the feeling of being seen by others and how shitty some officers at the GCPD are. But Ed is sweet. No warnings beyond that EXCEPT some dirty thoughts from Ed 👀.

It's been an awful morning and it's only 8 AM.

As a woman who works in a field primarily made up of men, especially a plus size woman, you have made your confidence into your armor. Yeah some of the officers could be pigs, (most of them, actually), but you do love your body and how it looks, so it doesn't bother you.

You enjoy wearing bold colors, pretty dresses, structured pant suits, and even pencil skirts to work most days. They make you feel infallible, and you KNOW you look cute in them. No matter what those tiny men say, you can get through the day feeling good.

And usually...it works. There are some days that you think everyone struggles with their looks, no matter their size. It's what happens when your society is constantly screaming "YOU CAN BE BETTER BUY THIS PRODUCT" at you from all angles.

And so, while you are beating yourself up for letting your confidence slip, you decide to go ahead and make yourself more comfortable while you get it back. Especially because trying to force it wasn't working.

Every glance in the mirror was followed by a critical voice, today. Your hair just didn't sit right, your chosen outfit was too tight and the textures were bothering you, and the high heels you sometimes wear would clack and bring eyes to you. All of that sounded just...exhausting, especially when you just want to get through the day and go home without drawing any attention to yourself.

While usually a pair of eyes on you wouldn't bother you, the thought of Harvey Bullock only staring at your tits when he talks to you, or Jim glancing up and down in what he thinks is a subtle way, or any of the officers giggling when you walk by...yeah it would take only one thing to set you off today, you can tell.

So, while it isn't the most flattering outfit you own, you throw your hair into a ponytail and pull an oversized sweater and linen pants on. Comfy, cozy, still professional enough, and properly disguising your body from any eyes, appreciative or insulting.

After that rollercoaster of emotions while you were getting ready, you don't have time to stop for coffee on your way in, which just adds to your mood. And, of fucking course, some guy decided to begin terrorizing Gotham at 7 in the fucking morning, so all public transport is delayed.

You barely manage to get to your desk by 8 AM with no coffee and already in a bad mood. Setting your stuff down, you dig your palms into your eyes, trying to fight off the urge to just leave. A small slip of paper in neat handwriting makes you smile just a bit, though.

What is always found on the ground

But never gets dirty?

You struggle for a second, your brain moving at a slow pace thanks to the lack of coffee. That is, until you hear footsteps and something blocks the lights streaming in from the windows. You gasp and turn towards Edward Nygma, who is standing right next to you and casting a...

"Shadow!" You blurt out.

He gives you one of his sweet, tight-lipped smiles and nods. "Correct!"

You force a cheery tone to your voice so you don't spoil his mood. Ed may be a bit...odd, but he is one of your best friends here, and he doesn't deserve to be brought down just because you aren't in a good mood. "Great! How many is that so far, Eddie?"

He immediately recites, "That would be 85 riddles correctly guessed out of 90 I have shared with you. 3 you needed a hint for and 2 you did not solve entirely."

You cross your arms in mock anger. "Hey! I did my best! Those ones were hard. It's almost like you wanted me to fail or something."

He hurriedly scrambles to get the next sentence out, "Oh! Oh I would n-never! I j-just..."

Whoops, guess your bad mood made that "mock" anger sound more like actual anger. You take on a placating tone, "Ed, it's ok! I know you just enjoy riddles. And sometimes that big brain of yours makes up a new one that stumps me."

You laugh, maybe a bit bitterly, now, as your bad mood forces itself to the front again. The next sentence is nearly mumbled, "I mean, it must be difficult, sometimes, making puzzles for someone who isn't as smart as you."

Ed seems confused more than anything, now. "I'm...I'm not sure what brought that on, but writing down riddles for you every morning is f-fun for me!"

You sigh, twirling a pen from your desk in your hand to avoid eye contact. "It's just...it's just one of those days, Ed. I couldn't find an outfit that made me look nice..."

Ed interrupts you with his insistence, but he still stumbles over his words, "B-but you always look n-nice!"

Your smile comes out as a grimace, "You're sweet, Ed, but everyone doesn't think so." You glance around to make sure that your next words aren't overheard. "I know that I can usually brush cruel insults away, because I try to tell myself I'm beautiful..." You choke out the last part of your sentence, cutting yourself off before you get too emotional in the middle of the office.

You get up and decide to leave the main lobby to get some of the shitty coffee from the break room. At least there you could better disguise the tears in your eyes. "It's really not a big deal, Ed. I guess I'm just not myself, today. Give it a day or two and I'll be more amusing."

And without waiting for a response, you hurry off.

He stands there awkwardly for a few moments, unsure how to respond to the dismissal you just gave him. Usually the two of you would talk for at least 5 more minutes.

Wracking his brain as he walks away, he tries to think of something to cheer you up.

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Rubens

Flashes of his paintings fly through Ed's mind as he attempts to type out a sweet note to you. Every time he gets a glance of a plush thigh or your soft belly, he thinks of how he painted Venus, the Goddess of Beauty.

A voice he's been trying to avoid for a while now pipes up, Yeah, Goddess of only beauty? I'm sure that's all you're thinking about, Ed. How about Goddess of Se-

Ed cuts the voice off before it can finish that thought, but now he is unfortunately thinking about it, even at work. Rubens didn't paint all of his women clothed, especially Venus. Her nude form fuses with yours in Ed's mind, haunting him, taunting him.

There's just...so much he can play with. Your body...so much he can sink his long fingers into. He goes back to your belly, what he has ascertained to be the main source of your insecurity. He empathizes with that, but all he can think of whenever you wear something tight is bending you over in the medical lab on site and holding onto that plush belly as he-

Again, he cuts himself off. He would like to think that the other voice took over again there, but those thoughts were all him. He adjusts himself a bit as he sits at his desk, trying to be subtle.

Then he looks back at the screen in front of him, remembering your mood today, and that hits him like a bucket of cold water. He curses the tears in your eyes from old insecurities popping up again. He has seen you become more and more confident in your time at the GCPD, learning to ignore the pigs that giggle at everything that isn't "normal" to them.

Ed knows that feeling, and especially the taunts from those cops, well. He's off, to them. He never quite knows when to start or end a conversation, and he injects his interests even when he knows people are tired of them.

And that's why he likes (loves) you. You always smile and try with his riddles. You even continue to talk to him after, and are interested in who he is outside of work! That's rare. And if he could return that joy you have given him every day, it would be worth it for the possibility of you figuring out his true thoughts.

Unfortunately, while he has a mind for riddles, analytics, and all things mathematical, he has not been as blessed with poetry. So he wants to type this out...if nothing else than to keep you from feeling like you owe him something.

He types and deletes and types and deletes, looks at the clock, drums his fingers on the desk, and then types slowly this time. Reading it over, he nods at what he has written. It's not amazing, but he hopes it will make you feel like there are people in the office that are on your side, maybe even a secret admirer.

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And now you're soaking wet. You just wanted to escape your desk and get a simple sandwich and the sky decided that it was a perfect time to begin a deluge right before you got back to the GCPD building. Why? God hates you, apparently. There's no other explanation that would satisfy your overdramatic mind at this point in time.

Luckily you managed to keep your precious food dry by stuffing it under your coat, but the rest of you is definitely not so lucky. You huff and start towards your desk. Bullock sees you on the way, starts a sentence of some sort, (most likely to quip at your condition), but the glare you send his way shuts him up immediately.

You end up collapsing at your desk and peeling off your outer coat, feeling the air conditioning of the building start to combine with your wet clothes to make a chill seep into your bones. Trying to ignore it but unable to suppress a shiver, you place your food on your desk...wait...is that? It is! Someone left a little typed note to you under the bag.

You pick up the note, giving it a quick glance to see if there was anything to connect it to someone. There are no initials or name...hmmm.

Your eyes read over the words on the page once...twice. And your heart shatters. How could...why would...how could someone be so heartless that they would taunt you today of all days?

There is a group of those rude, awful officers that like to congregate together around the water cooler, gossiping and laughing at anyone who wasn't them. But right now, one of them is talking while looking directly at you, and when he stops he throws his head back in laughter, with the rest following.

Holding back a sob, you crumple the letter in your hand and get out of the room as fast as you can without running. As soon as you are out of their sight, tears start streaming down your face and you run to a nearby empty room. It doesn't even matter what it is, you just care that it's empty and safe and lock the door behind you, collapsing against a wall and trying to catch your breath as you gasp for air.

You hold that position for only about 30 seconds, trying to muffle your sobs so they couldn't be heard by anyone outside, but apparently you weren't quiet enough. A quiet knock sounds on the door.

Tap tap tap

You do your best to school your voice, but it still comes out shaky as you reply "Please find another room."

But the voice that filters through the door is one you recognize well.

"Y-you looked cold, so I brought you an emergency blanket. Oh! And a-also your lunch."

You let out a sob, unable to stifle it. "T-thank you, Ed." And you walk over to the door to unlock it, opening it just a tad so he can't see your state.

But Ed is observant, and even with what little you present to him, he can see you are massively upset. Your eyes are bloodshot, and you are trembling, whether from the cold or from your current emotions, that he can't tell. He tries his best to gather some courage.

"W-would you mind if I sat with you for l-lunch?" He holds up your bag of food and you notice that his own lunch is clasped in his hand behind it.

Quickly, you try to consider if you are ready to fully cry in front of Ed, but his kind, if nervous, smile and his own insistence on joining you made you certain that he wouldn't be too judgemental.

You turn your head to the side to try and hide it a bit more as you step back to open the door. Your arm sweeps over to gesture to where you were sitting. "Be my guest, Mr. Nygma."

This makes him let out a nervous chuckle, but he enters anyway. You close the door behind him and lock it.

"I hope you don't mind, I just don't want anyone to see me...well..."

He nods, "That is perfectly understandable."

You both stand awkwardly for a few moments, but you eventually feel the floor calling to you again, so you nestle against the wall where you previously had collapsed. Ed slowly settles down at a respectable distance from you, his gangly limbs shuffling until he finds a comfortable position.

When he hands you your bag of food, he decides it's better to talk about what happened than sit in silence. "M-may I ask why you are upset?" You glance at him, and your eyes start to fill with tears again. He hurriedly starts to stutter through another sentence, "Oh! B-but if you p-prefer not to talk about it, t-that's ok!"

You shake your head, glancing down at the floor. "I just...I guess people like to take advantage of you when you're down sometimes, Ed."

You sigh, but begin feeling more angry than sad. "I mean, I've been in a bad mood all day, I got rained on when I was just trying to get some food, and then some asshole leaves me this."

You open your hand to reveal the crumpled note to Ed. He keeps his face as neutral as he can, recognizing it. Oh no, you fucked up, Ed! The voice in his head gleefully taunts.

Your sniffle brings him back, and you look down at the note, spreading it out so you can read it out loud.

"While you are not seen by others as a beauty

I cannot keep myself from glancing at your desk.

Your figure is full, and yet one word sticks truly,

I can only describe you as such: Rubenesque."

Ed ponders over the poem, while a bit rudimentary, it was full of his true compliments to you. But your face crumples when you get to the last word, stuttering it out.

Your eyes look to him, "I mean, Ed! How could someone write this?"

You see his face scrunch in confusion. "I admit, I do not quite understand. I see nothing wrong with the note?"

Feeling frustration well inside of you, you gesture with your hands wildly. "Nothing wrong? It's that word, Rubenesque!! It's an insult, I know it, especially with how those assholes were glancing at me as I read it, laughing once I was done."

Ed seems to be more confused now. "I was not aware it was an insult?"

You nod, and remember all of the times you have heard it in the past, "It's always been used by people who want to try and appear to be kind, but truly aren't. They call me Rubenesque in this snide tone, like it's something they can barely stand to spit out of their mouths."

Ed tries to interrupt, but you continue, softer now. "I just don't know Ed. The whole note seems to be mocking me...calling me full figured and not a beauty. Am I really that bad?" He shakes his head while you feel tears starting again, so you look down at the floor.

Now at a whisper, you barely get out the next words. "I just...I don't even want someone to like me anymore. I just want them to leave me alone." With that vulnerable confession, you sob, and bring your hands to your face, trying desperately to cover it. A shiver runs through you again.

After a few beats, you feel warmth around you, and you glance up to see that Ed has moved closer to cover you with the blanket he brought. His long arms stay in place in a hug after he positions it, keeping you close to him. You are a bit taken aback, as the most that Ed has touched anyone in the past was maybe a handshake.

He leans down so you can hear him, his voice more sure, now, even if it is soft. "Do you know about the painter, Rubens?"

You shake your head. "Is that where the term comes from?" He nods. Not feeling charitable, you grab the blanket and bring it closer around you as you grumble out, "Rubens can suck it."

He lets out a giggle at that, and you feel your heart warm at the noise. "I understand that you feel it is an insult...would you mind if I explain what it really means?"

You nod, because even if it is as bad as you make it out to be, at least you can hear his voice as he explains it.

One of his hands strokes the blanket surrounding you, right on top of your arm. "Rubens painted many different subjects, but the descriptor of Rubenesque usually refers to his nude paintings of women. Specifically, women like Venus."

You lift up your head to look at him. "Venus as in the Goddess of Beauty?"

He nods, gently. "Yes, among...other things." His eyes darken for just a moment before returning to his informative rant. "The women he paints are known to be full-figured, yes, but they are beautiful because of that, in my opinion."

You sit as still as you can, barely breathing, wanting to hear every word he says. A long finger comes under your chin and guides your face until you are looking right at him. "I wrote you that note. I think you are the definition of beauty."

And with that, he brings you gently forward, looking in your eyes the whole time. You let him, and lean forward to meet his lips. The kiss you share is sweet and short, but it fills you with a giddiness that makes you feel like a teen experiencing her first kiss again.

You separate smiling at each other, and Ed reaches up to kiss your forehead. "I apologize for upsetting you. I was trying to be a secret admirer."

You chuckle, "Yeah, well, it didn't help that I read the note as uncharitably as I could." You glance up at him, "I'm sorry for crumpling it up in anger."

He shakes his head. "D-don't apologize. I'll write you as m-many bad poems as you want." One of his long arms slowly moves down, and a finger traces your hip over the blanket. "Is this ok?"

You feel a warmth spark through you again as he makes contact, and all you trust yourself to do is nod. He nuzzles into your neck, whispering in your ear.

"I want you to know, right now, so there is no doubt, I love your body. These hips, your plush belly...even your soft arms." You feel his warm breath on your ear, and it makes you shudder. "They all remind me of art, and they make me want to..."

He trails off, and brings his hand away from your hip quickly, as if burned. You miss his touch, already, and confusedly ask, "What? Ed?"

You can't tell anything from his neutral face, but he gets up, suddenly, grabbing your lunches together again. "Let's find a better place for lunch, more comfortable...maybe with a table."

You nod, standing up with him. As you position the blanket around you, Ed wraps an arm around your waist.

"A-and...if you would like...have dinner with me tonight. I'll cook for you and...tell you more of my thoughts."

Your cheeks heat up, and his do as well. "Ed, I..." You think for a moment. "I'd love to have dinner with you."

He grins at you, again-one of his sappy, closed mouth grins-and leads you out of the room in his embrace. The two of you chat and giggle, seeking out a proper place for lunch and ignoring all of the stares you get. If you have each other, the rest of the world doesn't matter.

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[muridae3]

Vertigo | Harvey x Cringefail Farmer

This is my interpretation of how Harvey and Cringefail Farmer would handle Harvey's 10 heart event. I hope you enjoy!

Cringefail Farmer belongs to the lovely @clarisinne ! If you haven't already, please go read their Cringefail Farmer comic. It is absolutely amazing!

“This is so stupid…” Harvey sighed, slipping his hands into his pockets. The early morning chill was already starting to nip at him. He was about to turn back, wanting to abandon this completely idiotic idea, when her voice stopped him in his tracks.

“Hi… Why did you want to meet me so early, Harvey?” She asked, stopping beside him and stretching. 

“It’s only nine… Your sleep schedule concerns me…” He said, smiling despite his better judgment. “But, you’re just in time!”

Harvey gestured at the sky, and she gawked at the hot air balloon descending towards them.

“Look, here it comes!” Harvey couldn’t help but feel a little giddy at the prospect of being in the sky, even though it was very clearly a stupid idea.

The balloon drifted down, the faint hiss of the burner fading as it settled onto the grass. A small man exited the basket. “Marcello’s balloon rentals, at your service!”

“Thank you for the last-minute rental, Marcello.” Harvey said, passing the man an envelope with the payment. 

Marcello did not respond, counting the bills slowly before looking up at them. “Now, I heard there was a saloon around here?”

“Uh, it’s in town… you go down those steps over there and south. It’s called the Stardrop.” She said, surprising Harvey.

Marcello left without another word.

“I didn’t know you could be kind to strangers…” Harvey said, turning to her.

She blushed, that familiar shade of red tugging on Harvey’s heartstrings. “Yeah, well, I… you know. Where’d you find this thing, anyway?”

“I saw an ad in the paper for these balloon rides, and I knew I had to surprise you with one.” He said, grinning. 

“But aren’t you afraid of heights?”

His grin faltered slightly. He had been trying not to think of that. “I am… yeah. But, I’m determined not to let that stop me from doing what I want… and experiencing this with you.” 

That made her blush more. “Sweet Yoba, that was cheesy.” 

Harvey laughed. “I’ll try not to get scared.” 

He opened the door of the basket, allowing her to step in before he did. Pulling the cord, he took a breath, steeling himself for the ascent into the sky. 

The familiar twinge of nerves in his belly progressed to all-out panic as the ground fell further and further away, and Harvey had to cover his eyes. 

“Are you… good?” She asked. “I think you’ll break the basket if you grip it any harder…”

“We’re… we’re up so high…” He mumbled, trying to swallow his fear. “I wanted to impress you with this… but look at me. I’m a trembling coward…” He let out a shaky laugh, trying to salvage the situation that he had so thoroughly ruined. 

“Don’t talk about yourself like that.” She laid a hand on his shoulder. 

“Well, you’ve certainly got more than enough courage to make up for me… that’s… that’s part of why I like you.” He said, leaning into her touch.

“Courage? Or stupidity?” She asked, laughing. “How many times did you patch me up because I went to the mines or tripped and fell or did something else just as stupid?” 

“Entirely too many. But… I mean… those times did get you to… to talk to me.” 

“What?”

“Well, I mean, you went all those weeks without talking to me…” He took a breath. “But I liked that I got to see you when you hurt yourself. Not that I liked it when you hurt yourself, but… uh…” He cringed at himself– somehow, he had made the situation even more awkward.

“Heh. I guess you’re right. If I weren’t so stupid…” She trailed off. 

“You’re not stupid, just… a little hard headed. Not in a bad way!" He paused, frantically trying to think of a way to save this. "I just… oh, cheese and crackers, I messed this up. I’m sorry. I just wanted… I just wanted to do something nice for you. But look at me. I can’t even open my eyes.” 

“This is nice, Harvey. Would it help if I…” She took his hand in her own. 

“Yes,” He whispered, “Please, do.”

She stroked his thumb with her own. “I’ve got you.”

“Okay…” He took a breath. “I’m going to open my eyes and look down… don’t let go of my hand.”

“Couldn’t if I tried. You have a very strong grip.”

“Sorry.” He said, wincing. His breath caught as he opened his eyes, heart pounding in his chest. Every instinct screamed at him to look away. The ground was so far away, and they were so high in the air, and… her hand was warm. So warm. So comforting. 

“I… I think I can do it now.” He said, focusing entirely on the weight of her hand in his own.

“Look, birds!” She pointed to the passing flock, and he watched them go by.

He felt the wind on his face and the sun on his skin. He realized he had actually begun to enjoy himself. It was so… peaceful.

The nerves in his stomach gradually settled, and he allowed his other hand to fall to his side.

“Hey, this is incredible! I think I can see Mayor Lewis standing in the town square!” He said, pointing at the little green blob.

“I should have brought his underwear… we could have pelted him with it.” She said with a laugh. 

Harvey checked his watch. “Oh dear… our time’s almost up.” 

“Aw, already?” She asked, turning to him. 

“Um… well, I did want to… er, talk to you about… and, um, this is as good a place as any…” He trailed off. Sweet Yoba, why did his brain stop working when he was around her?

She was looking at him expectantly. Now or never. 

“Um… We’ve known each other for a while now, and… I… er…” He trailed off. 

She cupped his cheek with her hand, and he closed the gap between them. 

They said nothing for the next half hour, his lips on her mouth and neck and shoulders.

Strangely, Harvey felt as if he had gotten his point across without ever saying a word.

Pausing for breath, Harvey pulled away from her. “Whoops…” He mumbled, checking his watch. “Our time was up  a half hour ago. We’d better touch down.”

“But it’s nice up here… with you.” She said, cupping his cheek once more. 

“Even so… we can continue this later. Wait…” His face went red, realizing the implication. “That’s not what I meant–”

She laughed, cutting him off. “I know what you meant. I’m free for lunch if you are?”

He smiled. “Yeah, lunch sounds nice.”

As they touched down and stepped out of the basket, Harvey lingered, looking back at the balloon. “I still can’t believe I did that.” He murmured. 

She took his hand in her own once again, smiling. 

“Thank you for putting up with me today.” He said as they descended the stairs. 

“You put up with me all the time. I’m only returning the favor.” She said, leaning on his arm. 

“I mean it. I’m sorry I was such a… wuss.” 

“Harvey.” She stopped walking, looking at him. “I avoided you for weeks because of my stupid fear. You literally had to chase me down. But, you just faced your greatest fear head on to impress me. If anything, that makes me wussier than you.”

He blushed. “I… well, I wouldn’t call you a wuss…”

“A coward? A weakling? A sissy?”

“Mine. I’d call you mine.” He said, planting a kiss on her forehead. 

She blushed. “Uh… lunch.”

“Yeah. Lunch. C’mon.” He pulled her towards town, reveling in the fact that he’d rendered her speechless.

[it-happened-one-fic]

Want to Fly - Ace

Author Notes: Fun fact, this was originally going to be a Trey fic before Ace did a hostile takeover. The moose beastman Savannaclaw student I mention in this fic is a character come up with by me, my sister, and my mom for funsies and his name is Bruce Harvey. I wasn't actually listening to anything when I wrote this fic and it just kind of happened because I sort wonder what flying on a broom would be like. As per usual, reader is gender-neutral. I hope you enjoy!

Type: Gender-neutral reader/ fluff/ can be platonic or romantic

Word Count: 1507

You watched as various young men bobbed up and down in the air on their brooms from where you sat on NRC’s lush lawn.

Flight was one of the classes that you simply couldn’t participate in without magic. It was true that you and Grim had tried working together, with him handling the magic and you piloting the broomstick, but that had only ended in injury and busted brooms.

So instead of flying, Vargas always tasked you with jogging a certain number of laps that always went by far faster than the boys' flight lessons. Leaving you sitting boredly and just watching while Grim went off to do whatever it was he did in moments like these.

You tilted your head as you watched a random moose beastman from Savannaclaw ascend before slowly drifting down, all but taking out Azul with his Azul. But watching your friends and classmates fly around briefly before descending always made you wonder. What was flying like?

It was true that you’d ridden on Kalim’s carpet and flown that way before, but were broomsticks different?

With the way that everyone flew differently, that certainly seemed to be the case. It was almost like style came into the equation. Some, like Leona and Cater, even went so far as to surf their brooms. Most of the students were more like Trey, whom you were currently watching, and sat.

Fingers drummed down on your shoulder, causing you to jerk in alarm before twisting to see Ace grinning cheekily down at you, pleased that he’d startled you before he tilted his chin indicatively towards the flying students, “Staring at Trey pretty hard, ain’t ya’?”

You rolled your eyes at his teasing remark, watching as the redhead dropped down into a crouch next to you, “I was just watching him fly, that’s all.”

Your explanation had the young man looking towards where everyone zipped around overhead with raised eyebrows, “Why?” 

His incredulous tone reminded you that such things were commonplace in Twisted Wonderland, even if they seemed uniquely fascinating to you.

 “I was just wondering what flying on a broomstick is like.” At your words, Ace slowly nodded, looking your way with a slight, ‘Oh,’ of understanding.

Silence fell between the two of you as you both watched Malleus ascend and fly a little circle before returning to the ground. He was another especially showy flyer that had you smiling ever so slightly.

“I guess I could just show you if you’re that curious,” You blinked slightly in surprise before looking over at Ace, only to see him grinning smugly at you. It was an expression you knew well. One that meant he wanted to show off like he so often did when it came to magic.

You frowned slightly before shaking your head slightly, “I don’t know, Ace…. Vargas might not like that and-”

You were cut off by a snort from Ace as he straightened and proceeded to flip his broom around like it was a baton, “I’ve already finished my lessons and am homefree.”

He swung one leg over his broom, immediately ready for flight, as he grinned over at you. His red eyes were already sparkling mischievously as he leaned towards you, his voice dropping into a teasing tone, “Not chickening out on me, are you Prefect?”

You frowned at his words before impulsively pushing yourself up and to your feet, “No. But don’t blame me if you get into trouble.”

Despite your bold words. You were eyeing the broom warily as you stepped closer. Ace wouldn’t let you get hurt, but…. Well, accidents did happen, and you didn’t actually know how good Ace was at piloting a broom.

Either ignoring your hesitance or not noticing it, Ace pressed one hand to his chest. Watching you with poorly disguised amusement, “On my honor, I’ll accept any and all blame.”

You snorted at his words, fighting the grin that started to crawl onto your face and earning yourself a grin from the redhead, who seemed oddly excited by the prospect of flying with you.

He even leaned closer, bumping with you a single shoulder playfully, “So ya’ coming, or not?”

At the sight of his cheeky grin, you steeled yourself. Hesitating only slightly before you swung your left leg over his broom so that you were sitting just behind him, “So what do I-”

“Just hang on tight,” Ace interrupted you and kicked off the ground simultaneously. Causing you to squeak slightly and wrap your arms tightly around his waist as your gaze immediately darted to the ground.

He laughed almost immediately at your reaction, meanwhile you were suddenly realizing exactly how many things could go wrong with this entire adventure.

“No fancy tricks, alright Ace?” Your voice wavered slightly as you continued to stare down at the grassy earth that grew steadily more distant. You were already far higher than you and Grim had ever gotten before anything had gone wrong.

At complete and total odds with you, Ace sounded perfectly fine when he answered, leaning forward slightly as he spoke, “Right, just a little fly around the grounds. Sound good?”

At his question, you nodded, forcing yourself to look forward as you resolved to just trust Ace. After all, the two of you, with Deuce, had been through several overblots together. A little flight couldn’t be worse than those. Right?

Even with that thought in mind, you still had to swallow thickly as you responded in a slightly squeaky voice, “Sounds good.” 

“Alrighty then, one flight around the grounds coming right up,” You could hear the grin in Ace’s voice as the broom started picking up speed slightly, and before long, you were gliding through the air with only the power of Ace’s magic keeping you aloft.

“Y/N! Y/NNNNN!” At the distant call of your name, you glanced down to see your other friends on the ground, waving wildly.

You giggled slightly at the sight of them. Epel was waving with both arms as Jack shook his head slightly with what you thought was a smile. Sebek pointed up at where the two of you flew with great vehemence, or perhaps it was excitement, and Deuce was beaming as he waved at you both.

“You can wave back, you know; you aren’t gonna fall off,” Ace’s tone was perfectly smug, and you glared slightly over at the back of his head before slowly and carefully letting go with one arm and waving slightly  before quickly latching back on to the redhead the very instant you dipped down lower.

“You said no tricks!” You practically hissed at him as he laughed, wholeheartedly and free.

“A change in altitude is hardly a trick. Now relax; you’re gonna make me look bad in front of the teachers,” At his words, you glanced down to see Trein and Crewel both looking up from where they were sitting outside. No doubt taking tea or something during their break.

You stared down at them in silence for a bit before leaning forward and letting your chin rest lightly on Ace’s shoulder, “Are you sure you aren’t going to get in trouble?” 

In reality, you weren’t actually concerned about the teachers. They didn’t look upset at all. In fact, both Crewel and Trein had looked vaguely amused, but that didn’t mean the same could be said for how Riddle might react.

And, judging from the way people were staring, Riddle was definitely going to find out.

As if he’d read your mind, Ace knew exactly who you were worried about, “Nah, if the teapot tyrant says anything, I’ll just say you wanted to fly and that I couldn’t say no to your puppy-dog eyes.” 

You rolled your eyes at his tone, but stayed silent as you finished circling around the building and touched back down exactly where you started.

In the distance, you could see Epel pointing and taking off towards where you and Ace had landed. Leading the other first-years towards where you were before he got lapped by Jack and Deuce. Fitting, considering the two of them were the trackstars.

“Well, that’s that,” Ace grinned as he glanced at you over his shoulder, far too pleased with himself for reasons you couldn’t quite place. But then Ace was always incredibly pleased with himself whenever he showed off anything to you. Be it a simple magic trick or actual magic.

You smiled, though, as you carefully slid off the broom, “Thanks, Ace. That was nice.” And, in an odd sort of way, it had been. After you’d relaxed, it had been quite nice up there. Peaceful, in an odd sort of way, even though Ace had been with you the whole time.

“No problem. And if you ever wanna fly again, you know where I’m at,” He winked at you cheekily, and you shook your head. Grinning despite yourself at him before looking over to see your friends joining you. 

Epel already cheering about how great of a job Ace had done flying you around the school.

[montimer]

Harley quinn show

Bane x reader

Gn!reader, him gaining a crush on reader +other hc's

At first he doesn't understand why he feels this way. The way his heart feels like its beating out of his chest whenever you are so near. Even just when you speak to him it makes him fall into silence, listening to your voice. He kind of stutters anyway so you don't really pay mind to when he begins to stutter around you more.

You are so nice to him. You help him with stuff,talk to him like hes a normal person. Unlike the others. They think of him as a stupid monster... but you! You don't! He can tell that you are honest, and do like his company too. He often invites you to drink his fav fuzzy drink.

Incase you defend him from mean ppl, he'll feel real happy. No one did that before! Just a simple "Can you not?" Or "Hey do you wanna leave?" Is enough

He cannot stop from staring at you. His red eyes bore into you. You can't always tell whats hes thinking. His mask is still, but if it could turn into hearts it would.

He wants to hug you. And if you are an openly affectionate person then you probably will. He hesitates but slowly hugs you back. Wow his muscles are big, is he choking you? You tap on him and he'll let go. "Ohh sorry,i got nervous" he gives you big eyes and you reassure him its all good. You are so kind, you never blame him. So understanding

He'll ask you to blow up gotham with him which you raise an eyebrow to. Hes confused, don't you wanna blow up gotham?

Speaking of which he'd offer to blow up ppl you don't like.

He'll feel bad if his sudden anger or yelling scares you at all. He would never be mad at you, but he does get upset easily.

You are often on his mind. He even speaks about you. And Harvey(or anyone else) gets enough of it and asks if hes in love with you or what. He stares ahead of himself "Huh, maybe i am" his honesty just stunts him but harv just ignores him.

Now that he thinks more about it, it all clears up. No wonder he can't stop thinking about you.

But would you love him back? Do you just like him as a friend? Would he even be good for a partner?

He overthinks about the whole thing. Then decides to test his luck.

He tries the good ol flirting. "You look beautiful" or calling you nicknames in spanish. He tries for the oblivious 'mi amour' to not to slip up.

He'll ask if you happen to have a partner. Happy to hear the answer "no", he wouldn't say the same for the "why?". "Oh uhh...you know, was just curios.."

He drinks coffee with you. He makes pasta for you, proud when you tell him it tastes good.

On a walk he rips out flowers from the ground to give them to you. Then angry at the ground for making you sad for them

Hes just not sure how or when to confess. But ya know, as long as you are by his side he'll be happy

[xosimone]

On "Meet the Grahams" and the Moral Turn That Happened During This Beef

I know that I am on hiatus right now, but there is a lot on my chest regarding the rap beef between Kendrick Lamar and Drake that is really making me feel uneasy.

I am a Kendrick Lamar fan, I have been a Kendrick Lamar fan since the 6th grade after hearing "Swimming Pools" so much on the radio that it just became a song stuck in my head. Kendrick is an excellent lyricist, performer, artist, and writer. And while Kendrick is all of these things, he is not the pinnacle of a moral high ground.

The moment that the rap beef between Drake and Kendrick turned into a battle of morals, it dawned on me that we absolutely missed the plot. The point is, neither Drake nor Kendrick are good people, and neither one of them are associated with upstanding people either. It gets incredibly weird to see specific arguments they make about each other when they have either done the thing they have criticized the other over or are affiliated with someone that has.

Neither one of them actually care about what they are accusing the other of doing because if they did, the authorities would have been called by now.

Drake in "Family Matters" alleged that Kendrick has put his hands on his wife, Dave Free fathered one of Whitney's children, Kendrick doesn't care for black women, etc.

Kendrick said in "Meet the Grahams" that Drake has hypersexualized black women, he is a deadbeat father, he is a sex trafficker only comparable to Harvey Weinstein and Diddy, he is a pervert, and he is a substance abuser.

Drake brings up Whitney being allegedly abused, but he has sex traffickers in his circle. An example is Baka, a member of his inner circle, who got shouted out ("I'll declare it a holiday as soon as Baka get back on the road") for sexual abuse crimes after forcing a 22 year old in prostitution and went to jail. Upon his release in 2017, he was signed onto OVO sound. Why bring up a woman's trauma when you are aligning yourself with someone who has also traumatized women?

Kendrick brings up the hypersexualization of black women but has also had women scantily clad in his "Loyalty" music video. Kendrick brings up Drake's substance abuse as if he has not also abused substances. Kendrick brings up being a deadbeat father as if he did not hop on a track that blew this beef up with Future, who is notorious for fathering a bunch of children and practically being a deadbeat. He also discusses Drake's perversion as if Kodak Black, who faced charges of sexual assault, was not featured on Mr. Morale, which Kendrick himself slated as his "therapy album."

I feel like all of these moral flaw arguments are incredibly disingenuous because none of this would have been brought up had they not beefed with each other in the first place.

It feels a little icky? Like yes we should protect women, children, and people in general, but that conversation doesn't get to start because you guys are fighting. If anything, it should have started awhile ago.

[barkspawn]

I love you're writing!!! Especially Elliott, you totally nail him! I would love the Valentine prompt 9: "I didn't mean to kiss you" one please! Have a great day!

Uh hey, let's pretend it didn't take me a year to get this done for you. Let's pretend it's for VD 2024. Playing pretend is fun. :')

i'm 7000% paranoid that I suck now so please tell me if I do so I know lmao thank you.

Parties were few and far between in Pelican Town. The only party in town that Amelia can compare to one of the parties she’d gone to in Zuzu would be when Abigail and Sam decided to play a drinking game to shake things up. So naturally, when Alex and Haley decided to throw (their version of) a rager, everyone was excited. Well, everyone who didn’t go to sleep before 10 p.m.

Amelia walked down the path toward town past the bus stop and took a deep breath. All she could hear was the soft crunch of the snow beneath her feet. She was just glad it wasn’t ice. She barely made it onto the cobblestone before she could hear the people at Haley and Emily’s place. 

“Farmer!” Alex called from the side of the house, obviously already at the very least tipsy. 

Oh boy. It's THAT kind of party.  

“Hey Alex, everyone inside already?”

“Yeah,” he started, going to lean on the fence but startling himself when he was further than he thought. Naturally, he pretended it didn't happen. He continued, “They're in there tryin’ to figure out what game to play. Should go in and give your vote before you play something lame.”

“Thanks, Alex. I'll see you back inside,” she laughed, turning the corner and walking inside. 

Holy stereotype. 

There were solo cups everywhere. The lights were oddly dim and the music was just loud enough so you had to raise your voice for anyone to hear you. 

“MEEEEEEEELS!” She heard Sam call from the other side of the room. Before she even turned in that direction, she felt herself lifted from the ground and hugged tightly. 

“Down boy!” Abigail called from the direction Sam had run from. Amelia laughed as Sam put her down, awkwardly scratching the back of his head. 

“Hey, Sam.”

“Hey! Sorry. I'm just excited that you came! I thought you'd bail for sure,” he commented as they walked back over toward the small foldable table that they all seemed to be standing around.

“Ouch. I guess I deserve that. I have been bailing a lot” Amelia sighed, running her hand through her hair, “but I'm not here to mope about work. Where's the booze?”

“That's my girl!” Abigail chimed in, walking around to hug her. Amelia turned and gave Sebastian the obligatory half-hug that had sort of evolved into their usual greeting. She turned her head and spoke low enough for only him to hear. 

“I just know you hate that this is a thing. You need an out, signal me and I'll make up a distraction so you can flee. Seriously, I'll do a keg stand or even break a vase.”

Sensation laughed aloud, shaking his head, “noted, Ames. Noted.”

Amelia chuckled and looked around the room. She saw Shane (who she noted was working on a Joja Cola) standing over by the kitchen with Emily. Clint stood awkwardly nearby with a beer, obviously trying to work up the courage to join the conversation. Penny wasn't there, but Amelia wasn't surprised by that. It wasn't really her scene and Sam would probably leave early to go and see her. Maru seemed to be poking fun at Harvey, who just kept talking, oblivious to Maru’s teasing. Finally, she spotted Leah in the corner, telling a very animated story to Elliott, who chuckled along. Leah must be a little far gone too. 

“Uh, are you going to take this or am I going to have to drink it for you?” Abigail asked, snapping her out of her daze. She offered a sheepish smile and took the cup.

“No, no. Sorry. Spaced out for a moment.”

“Staring at the Great Value Fabio again?” Abigail asked, her eyebrows arched as she sipped her drink. Sebastian laughed at the remark and then again when he saw how red Amelia’s face had grown. 

After a moment, Amelia huffed, “I was looking all over the house, thank you,” she paused, “and be nice! I feel like you guys would like him once everyone opens up.”

“I don't know. He just gives off a 'pretentious’ vibe. Plus, new people are exhausting,” Sebastian added. 

Before she could respond, Haley was calling out to everyone. 

“Okay! We've narrowed it down to…” she took a moment to look at the notes on her phone, “suck and blow,” Amelia heard Sebastian chuckle as he leaned over to whisper to Abigail, who stifled a laugh as Haley continued, “truth or dare, never have I ever, or… some game where you stab cherries.”

There was a pause until Shane spoke up, “I'm sorry… did you say stab cherries?”

A few people laughed and Haley rolled her eyes, “partner one gets cherry from the bowl with no hands and goes to partner two, who has a toothpick in their mouth. Stab cherry, switch spaces, first to four wins. Drop anything, kiss.”

“Right… yeah, I totally knew that.”

After a few seconds of murmuring, Leah spoke up, “Why don't we just play spin the bottle if you're trying to make it about kissing? A peck is innocent enough and if you're not comfortable, go for the cheek. Easy.”

There were a few who agreed. Frankly, Amelia figured that Spin the Bottle would be best anyway—no pressure, no cheating, no clothes coming off. 

The chance to kiss him.  

Amelia took a sip of her drink, nearly choking immediately, gaining the attention of half of the room. Some looked worried while others looked amused. Amelia waved them off, “Sorry, sorry. Spin the Bottle has my vote.”

Amelia turned to Abigail, quietly scolding, “For Yoba’s sake, Abby, how much vodka did you put in here?”

Abigail, obviously hiding a smirk, tried to look confused and innocent, “Wait, you wanted to mix it with something? That's just the peach vodka.”

Amelia just sighed and nodded after a second, “alright. I mean, you've got me there.”

They laughed as the night went on, everyone taking time to settle in and drink for a bit so everyone builds up at least a buzz. Finishing her red solo cup of vodka, Amelia stepped into the kitchen. It was loud and warm out in the main area. She fixed herself a glass of water before walking out and leaning against the wall. 

After a moment, Elliott walked over wearing her absolute favorite smile. She couldn't help but feel more comfortable. As she thought, it occurred to her that he had said something. 

“I'm sorry?” She called over the music, leaning her ear toward him. Understanding, he leaned closer to speak more in her ear.

“Hello! Sorry, it is rather loud. I have to say, I'm excited to see you here. It seems a lot of us were happily surprised.”

She felt him give her arm a gentle squeeze. She undoubtedly was blushing but she'd been drinking too, so that didn't help at all. 

“So I've heard. It turns out you're actually supposed to take a break from the hard labor you do daily,” she responded, her cheek beside his as she spoke. He pulled back briefly to mimic shock before leaning back in to speak. After a second, she added, “Wait, are you even drinking? I haven't seen you with a cup this whole party.”

Elliott seemed amused, leaning in with a coy smile, “You've been keeping tabs on me tonight?”

Amelia felt her cheeks grow warmer. Again, she thanked the alcohol for being her excuse. 

“No! I just meant whenever I see you. Like… when I look around?” She paused, “Shut up.”

Elliott laughed and gave her shoulder a gentle squeeze, “You never fail to surprise me, Amelia. And yes, I have been drinking. Quite a bit if I'm being honest.”

Before she could respond, Leah came and snatched Elliott by the arm, “Hiya Amelia! Gotta steal El for a minute! Sorry!”

As she dragged him away, nearly making him stumble, he pointed with his other hand and shouted, “We'll finish our conversation shortly! Don't leave!”

Well, there goes that idea.  

She was getting tired, but she could make it. She finished off drink three: a much less strong vodka soda. She tossed the cup in the back trash bag and headed toward the front door, deciding now was a good time for some air. 

It had gotten colder out, but it was a welcome change from the muggy feeling inside. She leaned against the tree just across the path and rested her head back, taking a deep breath. She was definitely a little more than tipsy, but in no way was she drunk. 

“You good, Oats?”

She startled a bit, looking over to see Shane, his hands in his pockets and his hood over his head. 

“Yeah! Yeah, I'm good. Just needed some air. Are you headed home?”

“Yeah…” Shane started, his hand moving to scratch his chin, “I'm not really one for kissing people just for the sake of kissing. Plus, half of them are practically babies.”

Amelia laughed, turning so her shoulder rested against the tree, “hey now, maybe it's just that you're a grouchy old man who cares for nothing but his daughter and chickens,” she teased, earning a genuine laugh from him. It wasn't easy to do. 

“Fuck off,” he laughed, giving her a look, “that old grumpy bastard is gone,” he half-joked, “I'm pretty sure today makes it a whole season without the stuff.”

“Shane, that's incredible. I'm so proud of you,” Amelia smiled, tilting her head to the side. Usually, she'd hug him, but she knew she reeked of vodka. 

Shane seemed to consider for a moment before laughing again, “I can't say why, but for some reason, that means a lot. Thanks, Oats. You should go back in. Kiss literally everyone. That's what that game is right?”

Amelia rolled her eyes, "well, who knows? Kids these days and their crazy new rules."

Shane chuckled and turned, walking backward and pointed at her, calling back, “Oh, and watch out for Clint. I heard he gets a little attached!”

“Be nice!” She laughed and shook her head, “See ya. I'll fill you in on all of the.. juicy gossip when I see you again.”

He gave her a thumbs up and turned, walking back toward the dark path that led to the ranch. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Elliott walk away from the noise. She couldn't make out what he was saying, but he went from concerned to surprised and then to overjoyed in a few seconds. She couldn't help but smile, watching as he ran a hand back through his hair, an excited laugh escaping into the night. 

She was ready to call out and get his attention, but she had caught his eye and he was jogging over, not stopping until he captured her in a tight hug. 

“Amelia! You'll never believe the news. My book is being published! And I couldn't have done it without you!”

He was rambling excitedly (and a little drunk if they're being honest) before he pulled back and put a hand on either side of her head, keeping her gaze. 

“Really! I'm going to dedicate the book to you! I can't thank you enough,” he went on. She had never seen him so excited. Before she could give any response, he kissed her. 

It wasn't aggressive, although it wasn't tender or gentle either. It was just a simple kiss. Yet, Amelia felt sparks move through her nerves seemingly all at once. In a split second, it was over. They stood staring at one another, his hands still resting on her face. She held a look of surprise while he looked shell-shocked and mortified. He realized that his hands remained and pulled them back. She could see him scrambling, digging through his thoughts. 

“I… well, I'm sorry, I didn't mean… to kiss you. I got overly excited and that was-”

“You didn't mean it?” She interjected, not even quite sure where she was going with this. The interjection threw Elliott off. He hesitated for a moment. 

“Oh, no. No no no, that was just my excitement. That's all.”

“Oh, well, that's kind of a shame…” she started, every alarm bell in her head screaming for her to shut her mouth. However, the influence of the vodka was a bit stronger, “I thought it was a good kiss.”

Elliott just watched her for a moment, opening and closing his mouth twice before finally speaking, “You… enjoyed it?”

Quit now! Before you make it weirder! 

“I did, yeah. I've kind of wondered what that'd be like. Now I know.”

There was another pause before Elliott spoke, his words chosen very carefully, “Well, that's a horrible kiss to show what it'd be like.”

She had hardly noticed that they were still standing relatively close. He moved one of his hands to touch her face once more, his thumb brushing over her cheek.

“I could give you a better... example. I really would rather show you a kiss more worthy,” he spoke softly, not even trying to hide how he looked down at her lips once more, “if that would be acceptable?”

She couldn't even figure out how to breathe for a second before his lips met hers again. This time, it was soft, and gentle, and made her feel almost like she was flying. It also lasted longer; and though it held passion, it wasn't needy or even animalistic like making out usually felt (at least when drunk). If anything it was more sensual. Still, they parted far too soon for Amelia’s liking. 

After a moment, Elliott spoke, “So, I'm much more comfortable with you using that as a suitable frame of… reference. Well, for an intentional first kiss.”

He was very obviously nervous. She took his hand, giving it a light squeeze, “that implies that there are other frames of reference I don't have,” she offered a playful smirk, knowing how strong she was coming on. Thankfully, Elliott laughed.

“Well, there are multiple kinds of kisses, Amelia.”

“To be honest… that sounds like a lot more fun than being at the mercy of a bottle and kissing other random drunk people. We could always bail…?” She offered, trying not to sound like she only wanted to go make out or something more nefarious. Still, he arched an eyebrow, a slow smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. 

“Are you trying to take me home, Ms. Amelia?” He teased, knowing she'd get flustered… which she did.

“Oh, Yoba. No! I just… you know… I think spending the rest of our evening kissing sounds so much more appealing than that…” 

Elliott laughed and offered his arm, “Oh, but of course. Let me take you home. I'll make a fire and we can just relax and,” he couldn't help but chuckle, “kiss. Which, mind you, I wouldn't mind doing either.”

They started walking down toward the beach path. As they crossed the bridge, she spoke up again, “This is probably obvious, but I'm going to put it out there verbally that I like you. Like… a lot.”

Elliott stopped and gave her the same look as earlier that feigned shock. She laughed and he chuckled, moving his arm around her shoulder. 

“This may come as a shock,” he started, “but I do like you a lot as well. I don't just give reference kisses to just anyone.”

She gave him a shocked look not unlike the one he gave her earlier that evening. He gave her a light squeeze and kissed the side of her head as they walked toward his place. 

[javaelemental]

Re: Batman: Caped Crusader

I just finished Amazon Prime's ten-episode run of the new Batman cartoon, Batman: Caped Crusader, and I have thoughts.

They did some super cool stuff with the villains they used this season. (It was good. I'm assuming there'll be more seasons.)

The show offers some commentary on class warfare, police and government corruption, the nature of crime and criminals, and the nature of Batman.

So let's talk about the villains, and let's start with Firebug because holy shit, he had one of the most horrifying scenes I've seen in a cartoon in recent memory. Firebug's an arsonist, and there's this amazing and absolutely bone chilling scene that shows how he sees the world: Everything is aflame and everyone is on fire and he's happy, and it's happy, and it's appalling. I loved it. More plz.

Harvey Dent - God, I loved how they handled him. So, he's generally presented as a multiple personality to some degree or another, and they did that here, too. But usually Harvey's evil side is his ugly side, and his good side is his pretty side. This show reversed that. They made it very clear through camera positioning and angles that it was Harvey's "pretty" half talking all the evil shit.

I liked how all the villains had a motivation. Except Penguin, whose main thing seemed to be, "Look, she's a girl now! That's different, right?" Other than that, it was pretty much the same character doing the same things.

Harley was fun, and I really appreciated how her motivation was "OMG, I am so. sick. of all these rich, narcissistic-ass bastards who will not learn better," and not domestic abuse at the hands of a psychopath. Her origin and motivations are completely divorced from the Joker, and I love that.

Gentleman Ghost. I was all, "Wow, they're just diving head first into supernatural shit, eh?" Also, he was a bad guy who was mad about The Poors getting uppity. Who then got his ass beat by the richest guy in Gotham.

Bullock and Flass. Oh, man, I cannot wait for Bullock's face-turn when Flass finally pushes him one step too far.

The dynamic between Alfred and Batman. I was not loving it at all, but then Dent called Bruce out on it, and the Gentleman Ghost episode, and the ending... and now I'm like, okay, we're watching a healing journey for Bats, here. And the way he was treating Alfred was a symptom. Okay. I'll allow it for now.

Still can't see any version of Alfred not sassing Batman all the way into the ground, though. Alfred's being way too nice.

Christina Ricci played Catwoman. Yeah, that Christina Ricci. They got a bunch of great voice talent for this show.

Really liked the 40s vibe and tech.

Loved the art. You can tell Bruce Timm had something to do with the cartoon. Solid gothic art deco aesthetic. I was also vastly amused with how 75% of the characters on the show were built like a refrigerator.

The Nocturna episode where Bruce Wayne gets his ass beat by the carnies because they mistook him for a child predator. LOOOOL

The Nocturna episode where Batman gets gumped by a skinny little preteen (with super powers, but still) and another child has to swoop in and save him, almost certainly staged that way because nobody wants to watch Batman beat up a twelve-year-old girl.

It was good stuff, folks. Go watch it.

[agerebatman]

Hypothesis

ficlet • Regressor Harvey Dent, Caregiver Victor Fries

So I ended up writing the one with the least votes because it was already halfway done, lol. I prommy I have a Harley and Ivy one in the works though! For now, enjoy my fave rare team up.

It was a bad day in Arkham asylum. Not that any day was particularly good, but this day was one of the worst. February 2nd. 2/2. The day Harvey Dent’s life changed forever. Harvey was not a person you wanted to wake up on the wrong side of the bed. He was grouchy, quick tempered, and loud about it. Today he was in rare form.

“Does anyone in this god-forsaken place know how to make real food?!” He yelled, and the sea of inmates expertly parted as he threw his food across the room. They were unperturbed, as most of them had been here for at least three 2/2s.

“Harvey, please, control yourself,” Penguin sighed from across the table. 

Harvey’s fiery glare found its mark on the bird, who shriveled under it. The Riddler was quick to come to his defense.

“What is shorter than a yard stick but holds grown adults hostage?”

“Not in the mood, Eddie.”

“A toddler. Now, will you stop acting like one?”

A loud crash rang through the cafeteria as Harvey tackled Ed to the ground.

“This is what happens when you antagonize him!” Oswald chided over the tussle.

“I wasn’t antagonizing anyone - guard!”

A hulking guard picked Harvey up by the back of his uniform.

“Dent got in another fight,” he said to his radio, “take him to the cold wing?”

“Affirmative,” crackled through the speaker.

Harvey was dragged out of the cafeteria and through the dusty corridors of Arkham. Harvey knew very well where he was going. The floor he was being dragged across became colder and colder as they traveled. Soon enough, Harvey could see his breath. Clang. He was thrown into a cell, much like his own, but about 50 degrees colder. In it was a heavy blanket - and nothing else.

“You rat bastard! Get me outta here this instant!” Two Face growled as the door was closed.

He kicked and yelled until his voice was horse and his legs were sore. Next door, there was a rustling.

“Harvey…” A rumbling voice called. 

“Rise and shine, Jack Frost, you’ve got company.”

Harvey could hear the deep sigh from the cell next to him. 

“Dent. Another fight?”

“Yeah. The pleasure of your company is the next best thing to solitary confinement.”

A dark chuckle.

“What was it about this time?” Victor asked.

“Pff,” Harvey scoffed, “Eddie accused me of acting like a toddler.”

Victor barked out a laugh.

“What's so funny?” Harvey snapped.

“Well, you do have a certain boyish temperament.”

“You callin’ me a kid?”

“Generously. It would be more accurate to say Edward was right, for once.”

Harvey growled.

“See? Just another one of your temper tantrums.”

“Why I oughta - you don’t know nothin’ about- I- I-”

Harvey sighed.

Victor heard him slump down against the wall, defeated.

“I really am a kid, aren’t I?”

The rough voice had disappeared, replaced by a smoother one, small and confused. Something had switched. Big Bad Harv had retreated.

“... there are worse things to be,” Victor offered.

Harvey hummed in agreement, shrugging.

“I have a proposal for you,”

“A break out?” Two face made a brief return,

“Not tonight,” Victor chuckled.

“Oh…”

“An experiment,” Victor said. Harvey perked up in intrigue.

“Oh?”

“Let’s see if Edward’s hypothesis holds any water.”

Harvey slumped again, scoffing.

“No need to taunt me, Fries. It’s not like I could feel any worse.”

“That is my point,”

“Care to enlighten me?”

“You’ve… had a long, hard day Harvey.”

“You said it.”

“I think, perhaps… you’re tired.”

Harvey said nothing.

“You just need to get some rest, that’s all.”

“...alright, I’ll buy that for a dollar. What do you want me to do?”

“Take that blanket, make sure you’re wrapped up.”

“I’m already there, trust me.”

“Now lay down.”

Victor could hear the shuffling. 

“Now, just… relax. Close your eyes.”

There was a moment of silence, barely a minute.

“This isn’t working for me, Victor.”

“I have another idea.”

“I’ll take whatever you’ve got, doc,” Harvey’s voice was weak.

Victor sighed.

“Once upon a time, there was a little girl named Clara.”

He expected a laugh, honestly. A jeer. A snarl. But nothing came. Just silence - contemplative, listening, silence.

“She had a mysterious uncle, who came baring gifts…”

Victor continued his story, the Nutcracker. As he recounted it, he pictured his wife on the stage. She always made a lovely Sugar Plum Fairy. Harvey, for once, didn’t talk but listened. Victor could hear his steady breath, slowing down until it was calm. He finished his story, and looked at Harvey’s reflection in the glass cell across the way. He lay sleeping, wrapped in the blanket.

“Good boy, Harvey. Sweet dreams.”

[tcwlover]

Jeremiah Head-canon (???)

Alright this is gonna be a long one (sorry) but I came up with something cause I watched Split and now it’s consuming my thoughts and I need to share it…

I believe Jeremiah has D.I.D (dissociative identity disorder) and his alter is Xander Wilde. Crazy but hear me out.

Jeremiah wanted to be like Jerome growing up, I think they were really good friends at one point, and Jeremiah being smarter and having the ability to think things through could cause him to be more dangerous. Xander appeared because of Jeremiah’s chaotic childhood. He may not have been beaten as badly as Jerome but he was still beaten and belittled and I personally believe there was sexual and emotional abuse at one time by either Layla or Zach. Xander is very smart, sweet, not violent, a very good actor, and observed Jerome’s behavior. He, being the protector, did not want Jeremiah ending up doing some of the things Jerome was doing from a young age. Therefore Xander (pretending to be Jeremiah) made up lies, manipulated stories, all to get them away from Jerome.

After a bit Jerome started noticing things wrong with his brother, mood swings, carrying himself differently, all of the sudden going to giggly to closed off and mopey-ish(?) Him being observant of other people around the circus came to the conclusion- D.I.D. When Xander was confronted he denied it saying he was Jeremiah but, Jerome knew.

Xander very rarely lets Jeremiah have the light of at all because he knows he is smart and impulsive, definitely dangerous.

After they get sent away to St. Ignatius, Xander has full control of the light, never letting Jeremiah out. People would notice and in the end Jeremiah is much like Jerome.

In season 4 episode 17, Jerome asks for “Xander Wilde” In a very mocking tone, not liking his brothers alternate identity, after all ‘he took him away from his potential’

The Jeremiah we see when Gordon and Harvey visit him is actually Xander. Also whenever Jerome compares himself and Jeremiah, Xander looks pained and/or angry and gets defensive. Xander does not want Jeremiah to be like Jerome, he is trying to protecting him.

The first time we are actually introduced to Jeremiah is one stage, Jerome notices the switch saying “You’re as crazy as I am” because that version was, standing up, handing over the knife because he knows if it is Jeremiah he will attack if it’s Xander he will not.

Jeremiah misses the slash, falls to the ground and Xander switched back into the light, protecting them.

The second time we see Jeremiah, is when he walks past the car. He is crying because they are brothers and were best friends at a time, even if he’s angry at him.

Jerome knowing of the disorder made the gas “special��. The gas caused Xander to become compliant/agree with Jeremiah’s ideology while also allowing Jeremiah to take over the light over time. Post-gas Xander is cold, monotone, brilliant, while Jeremiah is very Jerome-esque, giggly, more out of the box when scheming.

We see him appear a third time during the gas scene. He fights against Xander(whose trying to keep him down) for the light, ends up getting it and starts laughing, finally feeling free.

The fourth time is when he fights with Bruce in the graveyard, he laughs, says some jokes. The cult leaders eventually show up start chanting “Jerome” this triggers Xander to take the light, getting defensive.

Jeremiah’s smile drops and Xanders cold expression appears. He shoots the man in the face and begins his monotoned monologue.

You notice that more and more Jeremiah starts showing up like when he shoots Selina. In season 5 Jeremiah has almost fully taken over the light. This explains the personality change from season 4 to season 5.

Jeremiah’s obsession with Bruce was planted by Xander. He wanted Jeremiah to be better than their brother and accomplish what he could not. He wanted them to be better than him otherwise he failed at being his protector.

Sorry that was super long but I had to explain. hopefully this makes sense but yeah. That’s my head canon