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I need this man to rail me like make it hurt ruin this mmm 😋 lol I’m down I wanna get on top and ride him…ride him so good ughh my pu$$y throbs for him lol sry not sry

fem jason todd gives me life

OSIDHEIDHBEHEUDHWBVEHDH!!! i CanT-

Incorrect DC quotes

Y/N: Why are there bullet holes shaped like a sad face in my wall?

Jason: Cause I’m sad that I made you angry last night. 

Y/N: 

Y/N: WHY DID YOU USE A GUN TO TELL ME THAT?!

Jason: You told me that if I’m not good at verbalising my feelings I should find another way to do it. So I did this.

Y/N: Well, now I’m pissed off that I have to fix my fucking wall! How does that make you feel now, huh?

Jason: 

Jason: *points at the wall*

The shit hath hitith the fan... ith

- Michael Eckman (10 things i hate about you)

rouge gets tattoo of playing cards

remy: 😮

can someone plz make a jason todd x jewish!reader for me, plz??? 🥺🥺🥺

10 Things I Hate About You 1999 • dir. Gil Junger

i want an episode of the x-men as a sitcom, but like a live infront of a studio audience sitcom. like maybe they’re in like a simulation, or wanda fucked up something, & they all r stuck in a sitcom. & they can all see the audience, but they can’t interact w/ them.

imagine a new member of the x-men not understanding rogue, & gambit’s dynamic, & thinking it’s a something WAY different than what it is. like;

*gambit not leaving rogue alone cuz he wants a kiss or something*

new member: u know if he doesn’t stop u should probably file a harassment claim

rouge who secretly likes it: 😳

gambit: A WHAT NOW?!?!?!

i’ve done that before

ENTP: Did INFJ just told me they loved me for the first time?

ENTJ: Yeah.

ENTP: And did I just do finger guns back?

ENTJ: Yeah, you did.

although, let’s be honest, all of us use ao3

enjorlas w/ nice pristine red doc martens

grantaire w/ worn in, scruffed up, black doc martens

my heart just exploded

My steddie brain rot is going crazy today.

But the trope of Steve going on so many failed dates at the same place. But Eddie is the waiter every time.

He makes snarky remarks, always is quick to supply a lie for Steve to get away from the ones with too many red flags (Eddie slips him a napkin explaining them every time on his way out, and Steve always trusts him), picks Steve’s spirits up when he strikes out yet again, and always slips him free dessert.

After a particularly horrible date - in which the girl shows up an hour late and thirty minutes before they close and proceeds to only talk about her ex the whole time, running out when he sees him pass by - Eddie allows Steve to stay after closing and gives him extra fries and a slice of chocolate cake.

When Steve’s head thuds against the counter, Eddie comments, “Maybe you’re cursed.”

Steve shoots back, “Maybe this place is cursed.”

Eddie is silent for a few moments and leans over the counter he’s cleaning to whisper, “Maybe I’m cursing you.”

Steve laughs and throws a fry at Eddie who yelps and demands he pays for his cake this time. When the laughter dies down, Steve finds himself actually considering a new location for his dates.

“Hey, Eddie, where do you take all your dates?”

Eddie freezes and looks at Steve. He shakes his head and continues wiping off the counter. “All my dates,” he mutters in what sounds like disbelief. Steve can hardly believe it.

“You… you don’t go on dates?” Steve questions.

Eddie shoots him a look and says, “Steve, I don’t know where you got that impression, but I certainly do notttt.” He circles around the counter and begins putting chairs on top of the tables.

“Why not? You’re funny, kind, really creative with your lies, have a steady supply of free cake…” Steve trails off as Eddie laughs. He blurts out, “And you’re not so bad on the eyes either.”

Eddie’s laughter abruptly stops. He slowly approaches Steve and asks, “Steve Harrington, are you saying you find me attractive?”

Steve easily flirts back, “Maybe I am.” And what the hell was that? This isn’t one of his dates.

Eddie’s cheeks turns red and he looks down shaking his head. He replies, “Well, if you’re looking for a new place for a date, I would suggest the diner across the street. So you can come crawling back to me when it fails.”

Steve throws yet another fry at him and exclaims, “Another failed one!”

“You’re right! I won’t be close enough to curse you!”

Steve remains in the diner until Eddie closes up. His stomach hurts from laughing so hard, and he entirely forgets about the failed date. But he comes up with a plan for the next one.

-:-:-:-:-:-

Steve shows up at the diner across the street with low hopes for this date.

Surprisingly enough, she shows up on time and is really funny and beautiful and…

Steve looks out the window trying to catch a flash of big curly hair in the diner across the street.

“Steve?” The girl, Jessie, asks. “You okay? You seem… distracted.”

“Yeah, of course,” he replies shaking the feeling that something is off.

The date goes… really well. And Steve isn’t happy about it. And he doesn’t know why he’s not happy until he finishes his meal and gets the check… with no free dessert.

Eddie is what’s off. The thought hits him suddenly, and Steve doesn’t know what to do. The perfect girl is literally right in front of him, but more than anything he wants to run across the street and see Eddie.

Eddie had cursed him.

“Steve, are you okay?” Jessie asks so kindly, and really she’s perfect. But she’s not Eddie.

“I’m so sorry…” Steve begins.

Jessie cuts him off, “Someone else, right? It’s okay really. I’ve been there, too. Just… go after her.” She smiles sweetly at Steve and squeezes his hand.

Who the fuck is she, and please be attracted to girls so Steve can set her up with Robin.

“Thank you,” Steve says leaving money on the table, he kisses her on the forehead and thanks her again. Then he’s racing out the doors, darting across the street, apologizing to a car that has to slam on the breaks and swerve to not hit him.

He races into the diner, and the bell obnoxiously rings as the door slams open. Luckily, there’s only one couple in the place, and they’re in the process of leaving. Or they were. Eddie dropped their change all over the ground when Steve startled everyone.

Steve helps to scoop up the money, apologizing and awkwardly waving as the couple leaves. When the door closes, Eddie slightly smiles asking, “Another failed date, huh?”

“No actually,” Steve replies.

Eddie’s face drops and his knuckles turn white around the money he’s gripping. “Oh. Well, congratulations,” Eddie says monotonously, shoving the money into the register and slamming it shut. “Unfortunately, we’re closing soon, so I’ll have to usher you out.”

“Eddie-”

“Leave,” Eddie says, not looking up.

“It didn’t work out!” Steve yells. “It didn’t work out. And it should’ve. Because she was everything. She was perfect. She was everything I wanted.”

“Glad to hear that-”

Steve interrupts, “But it didn’t matter because she wasn’t you!”

Eddie finally looks up at him. “What?”

“The whole time, I was expecting to look up and see you. And when I didn’t I was looking out the window trying to see you across the street and the damn glare wouldn’t let me. And then I was expecting free dessert subconsciously, and it never came!” Steve rambles out running his hands through his hair.

Eddie’s eyebrows furrow as he tilts his head. “You wanted me to be there for… my free dessert?”

Steve groans, “No, Eddie. I wanted you to be there on the other side of the table. I wanted Jessie to be you.”

Eddie stares at him for a few moments and then slowly breaks out into a grin. “So I really did curse you?”

“You did, you asshole,” Steve bites back laughing.

Eddie leans across the counter and says, “So, what if I told you that if I were to go on a date, I would go to Enzo’s? And that I’m free tomorrow night.”

“I would say it’s a date,” Steve says leaning in.

Eddie hesitates and says, “Woah now. A gentleman doesn’t kiss before the first date.”

Steve replies, “Apparently I’m not a gentleman then.”

Eddie meets him in the middle and gently kisses him, breaking it only when he can’t help but smile widely. “You’re going to get me fired.”

“Definitely now that I have an unlimited supply of free cake.”

Eddie rolls his eyes and says, “Which comes directly out of my paycheck.”

“Eddie! You didn’t tell me you were paying for it!”

Eddie smiles. “Sounds like you’re paying for a lot of our dates then.”

Steve comes around the counter and hooks his arms around Eddie’s neck. “Someone’s presumptuous.”

“And that someone needs to close the diner,” Eddie shoots back quickly giving Steve a peck on the cheek.

Steve helps him close up, wondering how it took him so long to see what was right in front of him.

istg if i see 1 more steve harrington as spider-man thing again i am going to explode

supernatural hc

dean had a massive crush on elvira growing up. like i’m talking owned every movie, had every add on tape, had her poster on his bedroom ceiling, like everything

Friend or Enemy

a late halloween post with the gang on their way to see rocky horror picture show 🎃 🍬

I just envisioned Burn Butcher Burn being sung by Grantaire about Enjolras.

Pretty sure I'm god.

Yennefer, to Geralt: You need to compliment Jaskier more often.

Yennefer: I never stop showering him with all sorts of compliments.

Jaskier, staring at Geralt: That's right. She never fails to tell me how amazingly soft my hair looks or how pretty I'd look with a collar and a leash on.

enjoltaire fic idea

(ik it’s wrong, it’s just a first draft)

enjolras starts out as political activist in the same way that lindsay bluth is from, “arrested development.” until he meets his first love, who shows him true faith & passion. eventually their relationship ends somehow, (i haven’t figured it out yet, but i’m thinking something tragic.)

then flash forward to a few months, or years into the les amis. he knows about grantaire’s feelings, & grantaire is doing that’s thing, that for some reason, guys do in tv shows where he’s trying to convince the girl, (well in this case the guy, but u all know what i mean,) to fall for him, & it kinda works after a little while. but enjorlas is confused by his attraction to grantaire, because he’s so different from the guys he’s dated before. he even feels ashamed that he could ever fall for someone like grantaire.

then he, “realizes,” that he must do the same thing to grantaire that his first lover had done to him. r thinks of it as just some playful banter, & their relationship evolves into something more serious.

r takes enjorlas to go stargazing one night, upon a beautiful hill covered with hyacinths. grantaire throws down a blanket right by a laurel tree. they look towards the stars. enjorlas’ pale golden ringlets lay within correspondence of one another, upon grantaire’s chest. r plays w/ each curls whilst expressing his adoring love for this beam of warmth & light, composed of a flaming crimson. finally resting his powers upon a cynic’s heart. not even truly saying the phrase, for it had felt almost as another breath. something he hadn’t the need to think about, something that was just done, “i love you, enjolras.” that’s how you knew if he was serious, if grantaire ever used the name engolras, which was infact an absurdly rare occasion. as brown met blue, with the slight upwards tilt of thou’s blonde head, the secrets in which it had been keeping began to spring out. “as do i for you.” although the cynic was poor, he had felt the power of all the king’s riches in his possession; once having seen that slight, yet enriching smile spread across a prophet’s face. “even though your progress aa been stunted due to your cynicism. i am willing help as we claw our way through, & i am extatic for the end result”

“my progress?”

“why yes, you’re progress.”

“enjorlas, what do you mean by my progress?!” enj could have sworn he had seen the flowers wilt, & the tree branches shake, as result of grantaire’s anger. “well, i thought i could help with create an exponential growth in your faith, your faith of the cause.” you could see the sense of betrayal consume r’s eyes, “i-i should’ve known,” that same betrayal had spread, creating a ripple through his voice, “i knew this was all too good to be true!” “how could i have let myself believe that you would ever truly be attracted to me?”

“no r, it’s not like that!”

“what then? what was this some beauty & the beast stalkholme syndrome bull crap? you know, you can leave the flat whenever you’d like! no one is keeping you there! you’re the one who insists on staying put to work on the cause, not me, not combferre, not couferyac, just you!”

“taire, you don’t understand!”

“i’m not your test subject, enjorlas! i’m not your next project!”

“r, you where born broken, & you don’t know how to work fixed. i just want to help you, & show you.”

“broken?” enjorlas had realized what he had done. his eyes widened with shock, as a result of his actions. “no no, not like that,” he started to stumble, “y-you know what i mean.”

“oh ya, i know exactly what you mean. oh & by the way, dr. enjorlas. you made an error in your last report,” “the patient’s faith did in-fact increase, it just wasn’t for the cause. it was for you.”

spideytorch hc

peter has naturally curly hair. it’s literally the only thing on his person that he actually makes an effort to take care of. his mask is lined w/ satin so that way his hair doesn’t tangle, & he has tons of curly hair products. as well as a hair diffuser. when johnny spent his 1st time over @ peter’s he was literally so confused as to y there was so much god damned hair product everywhere!!! he hadn’t rlly ever thought much about how much maintenance goes into pete’s curls, but now he knows ig.

stfu peter, as if u should be talking

Peter: you have PTSD

Johnny: hell yeah I have PTSD: Proficient Talent for Sucking DICK lmao

Peter: maybe we can talk about your use of humor as an unhealthy coping mechanism for the trauma you've experienced

Johnny: Peter, I don't think you understand how clever that joke was

neighbours au

just gonna save this for later, just incase

i'm practically begging for somebody to draw an eddie version of this picture of dave mustaine feeding pigeons.

this is literally him

dude, it is literally so hard to find good wlw ships & this show is serving them to us on a silver platter

You all love the LGBTQIA + ships in the stranger things fandom until it comes to a sapphic ship like ronance and elmax, just admit you like to fetishes guy x guy relationship (stedddie especially).

You say two men liking one another is realistic in this show and can happen, but two women liking one another or being shipped together is suddenly weird and you just don't understand.

I enjoy steddie and I love ronance, I am not talking about every shipper, but I'm seeing a problem within the community with the treatment of the sapphic ships and even Robin Buckley, the lesbian character who represents a lot of those in the community.

Tell me your a pick me without admitting you are, I'm embarrassed of this fandom sometimes.

Steddie comic part 4/?

Checkin’ him out

first/prev/next (doesnt exist atm)

steve is not actually sure about the whole 2hrs of quietly sitting still

gotta do everything myself in this bitch of an earth🙄

ok so…head canon: grantaire can only draw well when he’s feeling very strong emotions. which is y he is always drawing @ the les amis meetings cuz each time he sees enjorlas he just gets this surge of unconditional love, so much so that he doesn’t even know what to do w/ himself, so he draws.