#what is js

[aofikofi]

bart vs his friends jackets (and cape?)

[ghosty-batsy]

Dick and Kory weren’t just a couple — they were narratively built for each other. Marv Wolfman and George Pérez crafted them with parallel arcs, emotionally and thematically. Dick, the disciplined human struggling with identity outside Batman’s shadow. Kory, the exiled alien princess learning humanity, freedom, love. They grew together. Their relationship was emotional, spiritual, ideological — not just romantic. They were equals who challenged and bettered each other.

And then editorial got messy.

Enter Babs, whose original purpose was not even romantic, but Batman's girl counterpart and suddenly she’s being wedged into a love triangle like it’s CW drama. Not only that, but they deaged her, rewrote her dynamic with Dick from “older mentor figure” to “quirky same-age love interest.” That’s not evolution, that’s surgery on continuity with no anesthesia.

They butchered Dick’s history with Kory just to make room for a status quo that’s more palatable to a Bat-centric branding. They erased an engagement, deep emotional growth, and cosmic-scale love just to reduce her to a “fling.” That’s not just disrespect to Starfire, that’s disrespect to decades of storytelling.

It’s no coincidence that Dick and Kory’s relationship flourished when they had autonomy outside the Bat office. The Titans gave them space to be messy, raw, radiant. And it’s telling that when creators have the chance to write them freely (like in Titans, DCeased, Injustice, Future State) they gravitate back to DickKory. Because it works.

[beaudesoleil]

Answer

[ferengii]

It’s so funny to me how concerned these three look after sisko tells them they’re gonna be playing baseball

[fang-wife]

me and the grown man who whimpers when i call him a good boy

[xia0ming56]

Been hitting milestones both here n on twt so thanku for 750+ flws!!! As a reward hav this dr strange thirst trap

[eggnoodlesoop]

*cough cough* play disco elysium *cough cough*

[peanutheaddd]

eat up divlib enjoyers .

[thatonegaybrit]

; seeing a lot of posts about this recently so I just want to clarify something :

I, a trans boy, do not pass as a boy. I also, do not pass as a girl.

I am truly only perceived as a gay tranny freak, and that is not privilege.

pt: I, a trans boy, do not pass as a boy. I also, do not pass as a girl. I am truly only perceived as a gay tranny freak, and that is not privilege :end pt

[vincey-wincey]

my contribution to taph x dusekkar

[hyhkai]

camboy! | c.yj.

[ 🎥 ] — after yeonjun's rise in the porn industry, an interview was something he agreed to for fun. however, after he saw you, the interviewer, he wished it was a fake interview where he gets to fuck you.

cw : pornstar!yeonjun. unedited word vomit fictional magazine company that apparently also exists in real life.

a/n ; i apologize for my sins i swear I'll change 🙏🏼 and this is a drabble, not a fic! i might turn it into one over time ♡

after you reached out to him a few weeks ago with greetings and compliments, and asking can I interview you some time? I'd like to know what it's like to be a person who earns through the adult industry, and with your fame, I know that you're just the right person., his first, honest reaction was to laugh. i mean, seriously?

he was laughing at the irony of the fact that he was being interviewed. i mean, who was willing enough to take out time of their busy, hectic schedule to interview a man who earns bread by having a dildo inside of him? he had to know. he wanted to know what this person was like.

he did think that this could be completely false and you could be a potential threat, trying to lure him into your little cage with cheese like he's a fucking rat, capture him and do bad things to him like he'd heard with various nefarious acts of people against people with 'easy' fame.

"can I get proof that you're actually an interviewer?"

to which he immediately got a response with a photo of a xerox copy of your identification document, namely at a popular company called mode de vie. he could see the black and white ink that framed the photo stuck on the top right corner, and he knew that he had to see that fucking face in real life. if that's how you look in a awfully captured picture, so captivating, bold, and confidence outlining your eyes in the form of sharp eyeliner, he had to see that face in front of him, asking him questions about his body count or something else he doesn't give two shits about.

he'd said sure to your offer almost immediately now that he saw that it was a real interviewer after him. and now that it was time, he drove to the place where you both agreed to be at — a café which was relatively close to his house and your office.

"I'm glad you came!" you said as you shook his hand that would eventually get sweaty from just sitting opposite to you. what the fuck? he seriously considered telling you to quit this stupid, serious job and just join him in his public sex life. you were stunning.

now that he saw your hair open, framing your face, and that fucking sharp-ass eyeliner, he was mad that he didn't dress up nicely and instead came in a hoodie. who wants to miss a chance of getting a baddie?

he thanked the lords he'd long forgotten when you told him this is just an audio based interview which will later be turned into a text format.

while you continued asking him questions about everything, from "fuck-a-fan" to "how did your mother find out?", he'd needed to ask you to repeat your questions several times. his eyes kept drifting down, down to your chest.

'why the fuck are you wearing a top so low-cut? is it to provoke me or something?' he'd think. he legitimately wants to put his hand on the table, pushing himself towards you and grabbing one of your tits. it's pissing him off he can't.

okay, so maybe he was a pervert like one of his friends liked to say. but it wasn't his fault when you were asking him questions about his sex life while looking at him with those eyes that were possibly tearing his clothes off.

in his world, that is.

'do you want to fuck me too, or am I trippin'?'

he knew he had to keep his filthy hands, his filthy thoughts, to himself. c'mon, it's a fucking interview, yeonjun. grow up. you've had plenty of girls and guys to fuck in your life. from small and petite, to taller than you. from fucking someone to getting fucked. you've done it all. why are you so captivated by this woman?

maybe it was the way you had your makeup done that had him wishing he could see it smeared all over with a new makeup product; his cum, or maybe it was your tits that were practically begging to be the thing he shoves his face in tonight. but no, it was the way you carried yourself.

there was this... this aura, this radiation of confidence that was magnetic enough for him to be pulled to you.

under the table, he was practically going to rub one out. he kept adjusting his pants, kept palming his dick that was straining against his pants and standing up against his thoughts of not fucking you ever.

ugh, just how fucking good you'd look on his bed, and he swears he could go above his rounds per fucking streak of 4 with you; from classic missionary to the amazon position, from sixty-nine to his foot on your face while he fucked your ass from the back. fuck, he'd even let you peg him, something he's always refused to do.

just how good you'd look while sliding your strap-on inside of him, his eyes going wide, as well as your smile at the sight of his pretty face. he thinks you'd like some crazy songs playing in the background, similar to the vibe of playboi carti.

fuck, he'd hold onto your tits for support, comfort, for just the fucks of it no matter who is topping.

"um, excuse me?" you asked when he spaced out in the middle.

"yeah?" he said, looking up from the table where both of your milkshakes resided.

"thank you for the interview. i appreciate it a lot!" you said, smiling at him, completely unaware of the junk he had in his brain about you. you put out your hand for a friendly yet professional handshake.

"oh, yeah, of course." he muttered out, responding to your hand with his that was definitely sweaty.

as you closed your notepad and stopped the recording, he looked up at your face finally.

"can I ask you a question too?"

"oh, yes, of course." you said, looking up at him with a face of genuine curiosity. maybe it would be something like —

"when will this be posted?"

"where can I read it?"

"will there be a hardcopy?"

"would you ever fuck me if you could?"

and suddenly, this was the first time you regretted not recording the aftermath of an interview.

[innorality]

I saw you headcanoned luffy as a breeding enthusiast.... Can we get more thots on that? ^^

cw // cumming early, unprotected, mention of "filling you up" lol, not proofread

luffy is most likely a family man... I can't explain it but I feel it

so of course when he's fucking you he just can't bear the feeling of that thin piece of plastic that he begrudgingly wrapped around his head just because you asked him to and that stops him from cumming inside and filling you up like he has always dreamed of, silently swearing to himself that the next time he gets to fuck you, he's going to do it raw.

and that he does, as soon as you tell him that you've been on the pill and that you're ready to go raw. you barely got the time to get undressed before he pounced on you, kissing you everywhere while pressing himself against you. hickey and small bite marks could be found everywhere on your body, and as soon as he got a taste of the proof of your approval to all this, poor luffy went ballistic :(

he made sure to prep you correctly, eating you out like his life depended on it while fingering and stretching your sticky walls.

and when the time came, he was impatient to feel your insides touch his bare cock for the first time. and when it did, he trusted once, twice, and before you even knew it, he was painting you insides white, shooting long ropes of cum inside of you while moaning and whimpering as loud as his vocal chords allowed him to.

and of course, knowing luffy, you knew that this first orgasm of his wasn't the last, and he knew it too, because when he whispered lowly "I can finally fill you up for real.." in your ear, his dick suddenly twitched back to life, and you knew that you were in for a wild night.

[incinerated-vestiges]

Morning shower

[melomarts]

I need hi,m

[kelpreee]

OH MY GOD...?

WHY IS SHADOW MILK LOOMIMG OVER HIM PV LOOKS SO DONE

[bugably]

schrodingers cat nd pavlovs dog (hope this makes sense 2 any1 other then me🙏)