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he’s so cutie

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that's how u get em boys 💪💪💪

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I made this meme back in 2023

Did I cook back then? lol

Me was in benninging of me writin’ career

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You shall have to pry the em dash from my cold dead hands.

Pry. It. From. My. Cold. Dead. Hands.

"If you use em dash in your works, it makes them look AI generated. No real human uses em dash."

Imaging thinking actual human writers are Not Real because they use... professional writing in their works.

Imagine thinking millions of people who have been using em dash way before AI becomes a thing are all robots.

REBLOG IF YOU'RE A HUMAN AND YOU USE EM DASH

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other superbat things we don’t talk about enough: the exact mechanisms that allow Bruce Wayne and Clark Kent to swap suits/personas/etc because they look so alike. is it all just posture and convincing acting? it can’t be. so they look similar at the base level — black hair, blue eyes, pale skin, prominent cheekbones and jaw. they’re both 6ft 2 (+/- 1), broad shoulders, with some small differences in build. does Bruce always sweep his hair back when he’s out of the cowl and that’s why it’s easy to tell them apart? is Clark’s chest just a bit more pronounced? who can tell them apart when they’re really selling it?

(I like to think Bruce accidentally wears his hair down and a little curly one day after patrol (killer humidity in Gotham) and the kids see a little burgeoning Superman curl and are like absolutely not. meanwhile, Clark tries on a black turtleneck for work one morning and is immediately hit by that uncanny valley feeling. Lois finds it in the garbage ten minutes later)

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me when a bad bitch tells me to do something

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Burn that Bridge (When We F*ck on It)

This was a thought experiment. One that I came up with whilst started when I started discussing pairings with the one and only LightboardOperator (who is more of a SpideyTorch fan) and I (who is more of a SpideyPool fan) trying to figure out how a threesome between Deadpool, Spidey, and Johnny would actually work. It was then expanded upon when I was all hopped up on the cold medicine and had another very solid unhinged conversation with them. Several of them, actually. We started thinking about how it would happen, but how you would potentially keep everyone in character. Sort of… in character… In character enough to still fuck. This was rough, but also, I had a good time. 

We’re just all going to be okay with the fact that this decontamination chamber is bougie as hell. Queen-sized beds for all. Okay? Okay.

Title and beta’d by the magnificent LightboardOperator. Without you, bestie, I would be lost.

Enjoy this little snippet! (or don’t, I can’t tell you what to like)

“Ooooh, shiny,” Wade said, eyes widening with glee. He lunged forward, katanas at the ready. “Let’s see if it bleeds!” “Deadpool, wait—” Spider-Man and Johnny shouted in unison, but it was too late. Deadpool’s blades sliced through the plant, and for a moment, everything was still. Then, with a deafening pop, the plant exploded, showering the trio in a cascade of sticky, pink goo. “Oh, fantastic,” Johnny muttered, wiping the goo from his face.  Wade sucked in a breathed. “Smells like...cherry cola. And burning. And—” His eyes widened, a slow, mischievous grin spreading across his face. “Uh-oh.” “Uh-oh?” Peter echoed, his spider-sense still buzzing. “‘Pool, what do you mean ‘uh-oh’?” Before Deadpool could respond, Johnny groaned, pressing a hand to his forehead. “I feel... weird. I’m covered in goo and now I feel weird.” “Oh no. Oh no, no, no.” Peter’s breath hitched as a strange warmth spread through his own body. “This is bad. This is very bad.” — or the one where Deadpool, Spider-Man and The Human Torch get covered in an alien goo. Goo that turns out to be alien sex goo.  Chaos abounds. 

Read it here

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love reading an older fic (10-20 years+) because you get these hilarious author’s notes but ALSO because you get the occasional “shout out to Jessica….without you telling me to write this fic it wouldn’t exist” and then the author proceeds to write the best 100k fic you’ve ever read and the whole time you’re thinking to yourself, where is Jessica these days? does she know she sparked this amazing fic? shout out to Jessica hope you’re doing well girl

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maybe this is just me idk

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First kiss...

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thinking about Bruce Wayne managing to compartmentalize his own insane crush/deep friendship/whatever with Clark so thoroughly that the only indications of it are visible to the Batfamily, and even then, only things they know to look for. Like:

Renaming all the primary comms channels to Kryptonian numbers (weird, but whatever. it’s probably more secure if civilians overhear)

Giving Clark full guest access to the Cave 24/7 (even Leslie has delegated access only during certain times)

Requests involving Superman from the JL always get fast-tracked through his desk for approval

Full spectrum UV light room in the Cave “for experimental purposes”

Heart rate is +5 BPM above average when he’s speaking with Clark (Barbara has his vitals read out when he’s on patrol and can see the spike in realtime)

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When your unhinged pwp hits the "NICE NICE" word count, but you still have more to write...

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Imagine looking up just to see a grown man emoting in the sky

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Every Wade ship dynamic.

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Just a girl, sitting in front of Google Docs, rereading the most unhinged pwp she wrote at 2am the night previous.

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I have only two brain cells left and it’s them 😔