My Guy, You Just Now Getting Into It? We Should Watch Them Together.

My guy, you just now getting into it? We should watch them together.

On another note, I can see why, and it would be an interesting relationship to see. But like, me and Kili would make a better couple 🙄✋

My dad recently introduced me to lotr and I'm jus here thinking

Am I the only one who ships Bilbo Baggins and Thorin?

My DC OC (oldest child and daughter of Batman) had surgery on her brain to get a chip taken out (chip was placed when she was a child and worked for the Court of Owls) this is her progress on hair growth in the last months.

1st Picture: 1 month after

2nd Picture: 3 months after

3rd Picture: 5 Months after

(Character created on Picrew)

WE WERE ROBBED 😭

We were robbed of wet rat Hunter

Tell me why the animators did everything in their power to avoid showing Hunter with wet hair on screen 😩 ✋

THEY LITERALLY SHOWED HIM GETTING TO SHORE ONLY TO BE BLOCKED BY THE GASPING FORM OF WRECKER(lol) AND THEN HE TURNS AWAY FROM THE CAMERA A N D T H E N HE STANDS UP BUT HIS HEAD IS DIRECTLY CUT OUT OF FRAME WHAT KIND OF MONSTERS DID THIS anyway

PLEASE 😭✋

Helloo I'm here to suggest another snippet :) basically hero (or villain, both dynamics would work I think) is very flirty and they keep teasing villain (or hero). The other is the "secluded lonely no-emotions" type, so they pretend to be unaffected, but then they fucking snap and shove hero (or villain) against a wall

The villain was prettier than the hero had expected. A sharp jawline, dark hair, piercing eyes — the hero was surprised the villain wasn’t in a relationship.

And then they remembered that they were murdering people on a daily basis. Maybe that was the reason for the absence of lovers.

The hero didn’t know why but somehow the blood on their cheeks made the villain even hotter. They knew they weren’t supposed to think of them that way. But they also couldn’t push their feelings down. Unlike the villain.

“Any last words?” the villain asked eventually, reloading their forty-five. They were panting, god, the villain was panting. The hero was about to die and this was all they could think about. The villain cocked their head. “Hm?”

“You’re hot.” The villain hesitated, their eyes narrowed.

“What?”

“I didn’t expect you to be this hot when I punched that mask off your face. You’re fucking hot,” the hero had to confess.

The villain didn’t move. They didn’t shoot. They just stared.

“Is this your pathetic attempt at saving yourself?”

“No. If this is the last thing I’ll ever say, then I’ll have to tell you this. You’re just hot. Like, I’m being genuine. And you’re single?!” The villain had mentioned something like that months ago. I don’t do relationships, they’d said. So stop looking at me like that.

“Yes, I am,” they hissed. “Haven’t found the right one.”

“That’s not what you said four months ago,” the hero said. They felt how their body was drenched in affection. They didn’t know what came over them but they had the sudden desire to make the villain beg and whimper in all the fantastic ways. They’d been feeling little doses of this for the past months. But this was really punching them. “I think we fit.”

The villain lowered the gun, looking at the hero with the most painful indifference anyone in history could ever come up with.

“You’d be humouring me if you weren’t that annoying,” the villain admitted. “What a shame you have to die, though.”

“Die between your thighs, yeah. I would love that,” the hero mumbled. The fight had exhausted them. Being under constant pressure to help everyone in the city was slowly getting to them. The villain though, was free. They could do whatever they wanted.

Sometimes the hero envied them because of that.

“I should just put a bullet in your brain,” the villain said. They still showed no emotion.

“How about you put something else into me?” the hero asked, smiling. They were sure this was gonna get them killed. But hell, it was so much fun. They just wanted one reaction and they had the sweet suspicion they were getting somewhere.

Plus, they could finally tell their crush how they really felt.

“How about you shut the fuck up?” The villain pointed the gun back at the hero. They were definitely pissed.

“No, you’d love my moans.”

The hero saw in the split of a second how the villain’s eyes changed to something vicious. They were angry. They were dangerous. Maybe that was why they suddenly pushed the hero against the wall, their hand around the hero’s throat.

“Listen here, you little shit,” the villain whispered, dangerously quiet. “Don’t flirt with me. Don’t tempt me. You’re easy on the eyes.”

“What…?” The hero had a lump in their throat.

“You’ve been bold for the last few months. No one has ever been that persistent. You’re annoying me, sure. But I actually like you.” The hero’s eyes widened as their enemy continued. “But let’s be honest. You don’t have the guts to keep up with all the flirting. You’d fold underneath me. You’d beg. You’d moan. I would want you like that if we could go back to being enemies and forget about it after one night. So, don’t tempt me.”

The hero waited for a beat.

“Why’d you suggest that?” The villain’s eyes dropped to the villain’s lips.

“I’m tired of pretending I don’t feel anything. It helps when you want to keep secrets. But you already know my biggest secret. I need to think about something else for once.”

“So, today’s not my death day?” the hero asked, laughing humourlessly.

“Depends on how good you’re in bed.”

The hero hadn’t to be much concerned, then.

GODDAMN

You see it?? Wait wait here…

WET HAIR HUNTER FOR 0.01 SECONDS 🤞😩💗

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