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man ashfur would have been a more interesting villain if the erins had focused more on his rivalry with brambleclaw like it was RIGHT THERE!!
like ashfur would have a lot of hatred towards tigerstar’s children bc of his anger towards tigerstar for brindleface’s murder
and he absolutely baffled at how everyone just trusts tigerstar’s children, like why do good things keep happening to them?? is he the only one who sees that they’re malicious and cruel?? why is brambleclaw appointed deputy even tho he never had an apprentice?? why is mothwing still allowed to be a riverclan medic even tho she doesn’t have any ties?? why isn’t tawnypelt kicked out of shadowclan??
everyone has to be brainwashed, that’s the only reason why tigerstar’s kids are still in the clans, like that was what ashfur would believe is happening
and in the case with the fire scene, he would see it as an opportunity to kill the three bc hey!! what a good way to get rid of tigerstar’s evil kin!! (since at the time everyone believed they were tigerstar’s grandchildren) and he would have done something similar to tawnypelt’s kids to get rid of tigerstar’s kin for good
and then thinking abt the plot in tbc like omg
UM……. YES PLEASE?!?!
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I mean, it’s not wrong.
I keep seeing people use this image as a reaction to people's original posts:
Which I think is really incorrect, because with an original post they haven't come up to ur window, u've come up to their window.
So I made this, as a more accurate reaction for original posts:
ADHD pro tip: Use psychological warfare on yourself.
For example, in order to do long tasks, like folding laundry, I put on the Mario Hat:
The main feature of the Mario hat is that my headset does not fit over it, so when The Bees™ try to put me back in front of the screen, the headset issue forces me to remember why I put the Mario hat on, and back to the task I go
As a bonus, the Mario hat is also a very clear indicator to my housemates that business is getting done, and they have learned not to distract me when I'm wearing the "goofy-ass cosplay hat"
It's not stupid if it works.
mitsuru gaming
I’m so invested in the silver trio - book club head-canon. So invested.
Reading trashy romance novels up until the early hours in the slytherin common room, annoying every single soul in the dungeons with their loud comments about it? Yes please. And nobody would dare to go up against them.
Please tell me you’re with me.
i do think there will be something more than just pure black parade nostalgia. the dictator rose to power after the band was "sent to the moat" - implying their absence allowed for the rise to power - and now that same dictator is bringing them back for a celebration of empire. but empire (and fascism, as in line with the aesthetics presented in the video) is dependent on nostalgia, that is, a rose-tinted view of the past which doesn't exist. fighting empire also means fighting against the fake ideals they hold up as tradition and the "glorious past" that never actually was. so my bet is that this tour will be introducing more elements besides just tbp stuff.
"Well, Toki, just you wait"
Magnus and Toki in the style of Wolf (Volk) and Hare (Zayats) from the Soviet cartoon Nu Pogodi! (Ну Погоди)
I've seen "Danny is Dick Graysons clone/son", "Dick Grayson is over sexualized by people in the comics", "Dick Grayson is protective of Bruce Wayne when it comes to romance" and "Danny is just as farel if not moreso than Dick"
But I haven't seen them combined yet.
Let's fix that >:)
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Dick was a bit antsy. Someone had been putting his rogues and allies in the critical care units for the past two weeks and hes no closer to figuring out who it is or what thier motivations are.
He didn't want to ask his family for help since they were all busy with cases themselves. Apparently Gotham had its own new rogue that was giving them trouble. Figures. Well, thats fine, he could always be up for seeing Kori again-
Kgnk
The sound of an empty soda can falling out of a trash bin behind him had him whirling around, locking his eyes with that of a startled child.
A child who was stick thin. Walking the streets at night. Alone. Following him around quietly.
Well, at least this one didn't have a camera.
"Hey, kiddo. Who are you?" He asked as he approached slowly, body purposely relaxed as to not scare the child into bolting.
"Danny." The kid just stared at him as if lost in thought. Huh. It's not the typical little kid reaction Nightwing normally gets and it kinda stings his ego. "Okay Danny," Nightwing says softly as he enters grabbing distance, "Were are your mommy and daddy? Do you know you shouldn't be out this late?"
"I don't have a mommy," the kid replies, "But I followed my daddy here!"
Dick looked around, his bad feeling growing worse as he saw no one else but him. "Where's your daddy?"
Danny pointed at him.
"What?! How??!"
"Clone."
Dick stared at him. Yep. That would do it.
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Danny was a little terror. Dick and his family had discovered the connection between all of the people that were attacked. They had all harmed Dick or his family at some point...or, to his shock, hit on them.
The bats had thought little of bringing him to the Watchtower after five heroes were assigned to watch him so he didn't get into anything or in case this was a trap set up by someone.
Nightwing wasn't even gone more than 20 minutes but when he had returned, Kon was tied up with an apple stuck in his mouth as he inched across the floor and away from the pile of kryptonite was was currently on fire (How?! Where did he even-) with what looked like one of those rotisserie things over it big enough for Kon to be on.
Bart was on the floor with what looked liked cookies around him. Was he drugged?
Cassie was face down on the couch looking like she had been thrown there like a rag doll.
Superman himself was standing perfectly still and staring blankly at the wall, clearly in some sort of trance.
Finally his Baby Bird, Tim, was sitting in a recliner with Danny curled into his side. Danny listened with rapt attention as Tim told him the story of one of his adventures.
Dick thought this was karma for how he had acted as a kid. But first, he had to go rescue Red Robin who was giving him pleading looks every few seconds.
when gerard way sings "the broken, the beaten, and the damned" and when kermit the frog sings "the lovers, the dreamers, and me" they're talking about the same people btw
Sorry for the inactivity here's some filth to make up for it ❤️
Warning: Sexy sex stuff, just a drabble, Nsfw so no minors
Pairing: Sugar Daddy! Diavolo x Sugar Baby! Mammon
Mammon didn't normally stay back after a meeting, he was usually the first one out the door, but ever since his arrangement was the Demon Lord himself...
It's safe to say his attentiveness rivaled even Lucifers. Just for one sole purpose in mind:
“W-Will you really let me use your card tonight if I- Ah~!”
“Of course baby! Has daddy ever lied to you?” Dia purred into the white-haired demon's ear, rubbing his thick leaking cock between Mam’s ass cheeks. Of course he hasn't, but Mammon can sometimes be doubtful. What if Dia no longer wants his services? This is the best money flow he had in a while! Not to mention that Diavolo is just so sweet with him, constantly showering him with gifts, putting him through all kinds of pleasure, and the aftercare? He really was amazing. Too amazing for a scumbag like him... It's only a matter of time before Dia realizes that-
SMACK!
Mammon is brought back to reality with a brutally placed strike on his backside, the prince starting down at him menacingly. Awaiting a response that Mammon must have not noticed.
“Baby doll, you're in your head again,”
“I-I'm sorry daddy! I promise I'll be more...oh...” His sentence is cut short as Dia rubs the lubed head of his length over the smaller demons hole.
“There we go...just focus on the pleasure okay?” with a curt nod from Mammon, the prince slowly begins to enter him. Both closed their eyes, letting out gasps and growls as he slowly fills him up. Once Dia his balls deep, he begins that pace his baby loves so, so much:
Rough, and messy.
Hunching over like a dog in heat, thrusting deep and pulling out slowly, savoring the small whimpers and curses that came from the demon under him. Meanwhile, Mammon could barely form a single thought with how full he was, not a single other thought going through his poor head. Just what Diavolo knew he needed.
It wasn't soon until the two were practically feral as Mammon fucked himself against Dia’s cock, while Dia messily humped into Mammons tight ass, his drool making a mess on the second born’s shoulder as he worked hard to push them both right over the edge.
“Oh daddy plus-please-uhn...”
“Please what my golden boy~?”
“Please fill m’ass with cum! I want it..want ya so bad daddy...”
What a sweet thing, asking so nicely! How could his daddy say no?
He spits into his palm a couple times before he reaches down, pumping Mammons twitching cock fervently.
“If I'm cumming then so are you baby..ah shit...after all you make the most adorable noises when you cum a-and the faces you make are just...nnnmm FUCK! Just thinking about it is gonna make me bust~”
He goes faster and faster, thrusting and pumping until finally, both men cum intensely. Dia wrapping his strong arms around Mammons frame as his hips press flush against his ass, painting his insides white until cum began to leak from around his cock. Mammon has came straight into Diavolo’s hand and was ready to apologize when he realized that he was just to tired to say a thing. Well that and when he did turn to speak he caught the prince himself licking at his fingers with a hunger he'd never seen. It made him flush so hard he had to turn away to hide it. Like Diavolo didn't already know his effect on his baby. However he doesn't acknowledge it, he just smiles as he begins cleaning him up.
“Lets get you cleaned up baby, then we can go out for a nice dinner!”
“Nah..lets just stay in, my ass hurts...”
“You wanna stay in the palace with me...?”
Oh no.
Mammon you scumbag! You don't just invite yourself to THE Demon Prince’s-
“I thought you'd never ask!” Diavolo, overjoyed picks up mammon in his arms, minding the mess as he made his way back to his palace, where he could finally spoil his golden boy properly~
just remembered a fic on AO3 (or more likely LJ because it had that distinct late 00's experimental vibe) that appeared double-spaced oddly, in that some paragraphs would be spaced normally and others would have double or even triple spaces in between. it was about one half of the otp getting over the other's death (or coma, can't remember which), so all the comments were about how poignant the use of visual spacing was as a means to convey all the emotional holes in the character's life.
and then the author replied like... *giggle* guys it's NOT double spaced. try selecting the whole text
and we were all like "no WAY"
but we selected the text, and yes!!!
the "holes" in the story? they were actually lines and actions from the dead/coma character's ghost, rendered invisible to the eye by the simple trick of coloring the text the exact same as the background, revealed by nothing more than a click and a drag of the mouse
a story about the profound loneliness of losing your the partner of your life and having to make do without them, without anything to fill the holes they'd left behind, suddenly became a story about the profound helplessness of seeing someone you love suffer from your absence while you are right there, unable to do anything about it, unable to communicate that you love them enough to suffer unseen and unheard with them, just to keep them company they'll never know about
it was then that I truly realized how *superior* the digital medium is to plain printed paper, how the medium and the format can add to a story.
I think about that fic about once a year. I wish I could find it again
if house md were running in 2024 there would be an episode with a patient who identifies as an ‘online content creator’ (cagily) where house agrees to take the case primarily because when he offhandedly refers to her as an onlyfans model both cameron and cuddy get really offended and say it’s a sexist assumption so he doubles down and becomes committed to finding the patient’s onlyfans and proving it. at some point it would be revealed that chase actually is an onlyfans model and started doing it as a stopgap after his dad died and he suddenly got disinherited but he makes so much money off it that now medicine is basically just a hobby. cameron and foreman both disagree with the concept online sex work but it turns out they disagree for different reasons (cameron thinks it’s exploitative and not-feminist, foreman finds it distasteful and thinks people should get ‘real jobs’) and spend most of their scenes together arguing about this while chase gets continually more shifty. they break into the patient’s house and there’s a full ringlight and camera setup which seems to confirm house’s suspicions. while trying to find the patient’s onlyfans house accidentally finds chase’s onlyfans instead and considers publicly embarrassing him about it like he did with wilson’s sex tape but soon realises that most of the staff at the hospital are already subscribed to chase’s onlyfans so makes fun of him for that instead. it then transpires that the reason why the patient is so cagey about being a content creator is that she’s an ASMR artist and all the soap she’s been shaving on camera has irritated her lungs. cuddy is about to make house give her 20 extra hours of clinic duty as recompense but at last minute it’s revealed that the website the patient uses for some of her bonus commissions is, drumroll…onlyfans, because she’s been banned from patreon. how does house know this? wilson is subscribed to her because the soap videos sometimes soothe him to sleep. something by cigarettes after sex plays. roll end credits.