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Facebook User: I wish my posts reached further, then I’d get famous.

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IDK why but i love this shit

One of many good and wise quotes from Brooklyn Nine Nine

Update: Here is probably the pic that inspired the artist

When the angel’s rage

My oc Alistair hates being called liz or lizzie, she just hates it, but if you want your arm amputated then, sure you can call her that.

Are there any names (nicknames, full names, etc.) that your OC hates to be referred to as?

Stinky boy Brahms Heelshire

Ok i absolutely adore this man...

The Cosmic Horror of Gotham City

CHAPTER TWENTY / MASTERLIST / Subscribe on AO3

Pairing: Jason Todd/Non-binary!Reader

Summary: Flirtatious Jason makes a return.

Word Count: 7,752.

Jason recoiled when another hand caged his. Wide-eyed, he caught sight of your fingers as they closed around his, soft and with an unusual warmth. His gaze jumped to your face.

“S’okay, Jason,” you said, still half-asleep. He had to wonder if he imagined it altogether. He swallowed, throat dry. “C’mere,” you murmured again, hand tightening over his. You tried to pull him to you, but he resisted.

“Huh?” he whispered, truly thinking he must’ve fallen asleep or finally given into insanity.

You sighed. “Come. Here,” you repeated, stern but quiet. You tugged on his arm till he moved, and then you placed his palm on your cheek. You held it there securely.

Your eyes blinked open, blurry and unseeing in the darkness. “D’you have a nightmare?” you asked.

He shook his head, but he was certain it was half-hidden amongst the pillows. “Jus’ couldn’t sleep,” he said, voice hoarse.

You let out a cute, “Hmm,” as your eyes closed again. Your hand fell from his.

Feeling a little braver, he allowed his thumb to graze your cheek, drawing nonsensical, languid patterns. He relaxed when you smiled into his hand. Your head tilted into it.

“Feels nice,” you mumbled sleepily.

His breath hitched, but he didn’t stop. “Yeah?”

“Mhm.”

One of your hands came up to his chest and balled into the fabric of his shirt. It made the fingers he ghosted down your neck falter. With a disgruntled noise, you pushed his hand to your scalp.

He took that to mean keep going. Jason let the strands of your hair curl around his fingers as he explored, urged on by curiosity. You didn’t seem opposed—really, you snuggled closer the longer he did it.

Your eyes fluttered beneath the lids. His hand dropped to stroke the fragile skin; guiding your path back to the realm of the unconscious. “Go back to sleep, pretty thing,” he placated. “Don’t worry about me.”

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