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@shyestofhearts 👀👀I take your “Damian keeps trying to propose” and raise it with “Jon being overprotective and jealous of anyone who looks at his Dami with interest before he and Damian start dating” (idk poker terms)

Supersons but like aged up because Jon keeps waiting for Dami to propose, but Dami. just. won’t. because. he. is. a. dense. boi

Cue Jon making very obvious clues (wedding magazines and Pinterest boards literally everywhere)

Mar’i wants to be best man for both of them

👀👀👀 I'm gonna mess with the Damian being to dense to propose and raise you a "Damian keeps trying to propose"

So Damian just has like. No romantic experience. He just doesn't get any of Jon's hints especially because his prime examples of romance in his life don't resemble his (the personalities are different and thus the interactions are different)

So for the longest time he thinks his relationship with Jon is just like Bruce's friendship with Clark

(It's not but the whole batfam is terrible about discussing feelings so Dami doesn't know that)

It changes when Jon finally just asks Damian out

Damian is stunned but says yes and they date for a few years

Now it's getting more serious and Jon kinda hopes Damian will propose (because he doesn't want to rush Damian or pressure him into something he doesn't want)

So he thinks he'll just wait

Damian on the other hand actually does want to propose

BUT ALL HIS PLANS KEEP GETTING MESSED UP

A villain attack ruins the first one

His pets trample his second one

His siblings ruin the third one

Bruce accidentally interrupts the fourth one

Damian is getting annoyed

At first it was funny to Mar'i but now she's getting annoyed too

So she's on bodyguard duty the fifth time to make SURE nothing ruins it

Because Jon has been leaving out magazines and pinterest boards and waiting and Damian has been trying for months

Attempt number 5 is a success and they have to do rock paper scissors for who gets Mar'i as their best man

It would seem like nothing to anyone else but THIS MATTERS.

Changing your brand of undies is actually a big deal as far as I'm concerned. Some styles and cuts just fit your booty better than others and, while I am so NOT interested in the status of brands, there's a certain feeling that comes with knowing you've treated yourself - and your butt - to a luxurious experience.

So trading down to a cheaper brand (no judgement, just facts) is an interesting choice. Its not like he can't afford to wear whatever the hell he chooses...

WHY TF WE ARE NOT TALKING ABOUT JMXCK ???????

Emporium Armani have been sticking to his booty his since 2018. He has never wore any other brand for 6+ years except his off stage convenience store colorful undies.

The ONLY time he wore CK was for 2018 CK denim shoot bts did. Now in 2023, when his bf became ambassador he SWITCHED cuz now he gets free branded undies ????

Also... he wore those lil briefs ☻️ like he mostly does ☻️ when he got into pool his shorts were flowing around but we didn't saw any boxers underneath ☻️ but he was wearing an undie cuz we saw the band ☻️ just saying ☻️ his bf specially orders lil briefs etc for him in size small ☻️ as CK only sents him boxers in his size only ☻️

1+1=2 I dont make the rules

🤭

Now all Jimin has to do is post this on JK's birthday this year and we'll be good

Not but seriously her art keeps coming to life wtf?!

But anon, we can't talk about half naked Jimin wearing CK and not talk about this

Tweet

JK blatantly checking out Jimin lives in my brain rent free 😭😭😭 he did it not once, not twice, but three times! 😂 even after all this time

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH

Sidebar: that one time we wondered about those smaller boxers JK folded during his live 🧐

is he … you know … open to interpretation?

cardan duarte > jude greenbriar

wait are you like copying @ inmaki

like the dog stickers i noticed are the smae.?

OKAYOKAYYY UM I THINK IM NOT THE ONLY ONE..

Because I use the app MeMi for my SMAU’s and if you look at inmaki’s they probably use the same app as well. The dog stickers are built into the app for anyone to use so I decided to use those.

(Guys please I love inmaki’s SMAU’s id never 😞)

rewatching heartstopper and i realised something:

Spontaneous Parenthood

(Prompt by @autocrats-in-love : “Are you my new daddy?” The hero’s child asked, blinking up with wide eyes. The villain sighed. “For the last time, I’m trying to kidnap you! Get in the car!”)

The villain was overjoyed when he learned the address of the hero’s real home and was practically vibrating with excitement as he followed the GPS to the location.

“You have arrived at your destination,” a monotone feminine voice announced.

“Yeah yeah, I see it.”

Villain slowed to a stop just in front of a classic suburban home, complete with grass that almost needed to be cut—such was the life of a hero, Villain presumed; too busy to pull out the lawnmower every weekend. He took in the off-white paint and the layered grey shingles on the roof. Two deck chairs sat adjacent to the front door, and a hydrangea bush in full bloom next to the mailbox. There were no cars in the driveway, and the garage was open and empty, beckoning Villain out of his SUV and into the home.

Once inside, he took in the large kitchen, with shiny countertops and a giant island. The living room was just as overwhelming, plush carpet and huge couch not quite properly filling the huge space. There were more doors on the far wall, but Villain found his gaze drawn to the grand staircase settled to his right.

Start upstairs, then work his way down.

Villain ran his hand along the carved wooden banister until he reached the top, then he headed for the farthest door on the hall.

Surely he could find something to use against Hero in this practical mansion.

The sound of footsteps ascending the stairs behind him sent Villain spinning into the nearest room, shutting the door swiftly but silently.

When he turned around, he saw something completely unexpected.

A child, sleeping in a small bed, tucked beneath a Tinker Bell comforter.

There was no time to process the discovery because outside the door, a woman’s voice sounded, “Yeah, it’s still in the shop. Katie’s taking a nap though, so I think I’m gonna let you go. Yeah, finally some Mommy-time. I can’t wait to actually finish this book.”

The voice faded, and Villain breathed a sigh of relief. This, however, was premature.

A new voice, this one tiny and young, caused Villain to jump two feet in the air.

“Who are you?” It asked, and the villain froze.

“Um…” he searched his surroundings for any plausible cover and found nothing but butterfly lamps and Disney Princess dolls.

“I’m a friend of your Dad’s?” He finally tried, uncertainty lacing his tone. He had no idea what kind of acting it took to convince a child, but he figured that probably wasn’t good enough.

His plan was in ruins, house now unsearchable with two occupants. He couldn’t just leave either, the kid would rat him out immediately.

That left only one option.

“I’m taking you somewhere else,” Villain spoke quickly, poking his head out the door to ensure the woman—presumably this girl’s mother—was gone.

“Where?”

“It’s a surprise,” he replied as he took hold of a tiny hand and pulled the girl towards the door.

Kids like surprises, right?

“Uh uh,” she shook her head. “How do I know you’re not a bad man?”

“I am a bad man,” Villain responded automatically. When she tried to pull away from his hand, he scooped her up and started down the stairs quickly.

Distraction. He needed a distraction.

“What’s with the tutu?”

The girl looked down at her outfit: a pink tutu overlaying a pair of Mickey Mouse themed footy-pajamas, complete with an eye patch flipped up over her forehead.

“I’m a fairy Princess pirate!”

She appeared utterly displeased with Villain’s ineptitude at recognizing her incredibly well-established costume.

“Shouldn’t you have a tiara or something?”

Wrong question.

He watched as she took a big breath and opened her mouth and realized he had to act fast.

He said the first thing that popped into his head.

“We can get ice cream!”

Villain grimaced. His current plan was contingent on a child staying quiet for frozen treats. Not his best work.

Luckily, the promise of ice cream seemed to easily override the kid’s survival instincts. Villain would be sure to mention that to Hero when she gets returned.

Speaking of Hero.

“Where’s my Dad?” The little girl asked as they reached the driveway.

“He’s not here right now, but if you come with me you’ll see him soon.”

He unlocked the car, but Hero’s daughter refused to get in.

“I don’t want to go. Why are you here and Dad isn’t?”

Villain opened his mouth to reply before realizing he had no idea how to comfort a confused child, much less one he was kidnapping.

“Let’s just get in the car.”

The girl seemed to think for a moment before she spoke again. Her face shifted from upset to…curious?

“Are you my new daddy?” She asked, blinking up at him with wide eyes.

The villain sighed, exasperated. “For the last time, I’m trying to kidnap you! Get in the car!”

“Daddy told me I shouldn’t get in the car with strangers,” she said sternly, pouting her lip slightly and planting her feet.

“I- okay, you know what, fine. I will be temporarily filling in the role of father in your Dad’s absence. Is that good enough? Can we get in the car now?”

“Sure!” Her face returned to its usual brightness, and she lifted up her arms and made grabby-hands at the villain. Villain loosed a sigh of relief and bent down to lift the child into the car.

“I can’t ride in the front,” she protested, and Villain froze holding her hovering in front of the open passenger side door.

“…right,” Villain hesitated, looking around for anyone to come catch him in the act and solve this problem easily. If the police were called, he could just drop the child and run.

Unfortunately, the street was quiet, and Villain had no legitimate reason to halt this abduction.

Setting the girl back down, Villain closed the door and opened the backseat.

Taking a second attempt at lifting her into the car, this time, she almost reached the leather seat before stopping him again.

“I need my car seat! It’s in case I get in a axe-see-dent,” she sounded, kicking her feet in displeasure.

Villain groaned.

“I don’t have a car seat.”

“That’s not very safe,” Katie—if Villain remembered correctly—crossed her arms and huffed exaggeratedly.

“Okay…I’ll just go…find one,” Villain murmured, mostly to himself.

Villain wandered absently into the garage in search of a car seat. He saw several things he had missed the first time in his excitement. For example, three bikes mounted to the wall, one suspiciously small and pink and sparkly. If the training wheels weren’t a big enough red flag, everything else should have been: a pink life vest, chalk, sidewalk paint, bubble solution. Villain certainly didn’t take Hero for one to occupied by a giant bubble wand in his free time.

By a stroke of luck, he recognized the seat sitting in a corner.

A few minutes later, after studying confusing safety instruction stickers and teaching Katie a few new words in the process, Villain successfully buckled Hero’s child into the seat.

Villain finally settled into the front, driving away after buckling himself—at Katie’s insistence.

“Play Lil Jon!”

“I told you, this is a kidnapping, I’m not going to play you music.”

Katie went silent, and Villain prayed she wasn’t about to burst into tears.

“When are we getting ice cream?”

Villain adjusted his rear view mirror to be able to keep an eye on the kid. Her eyes were locked out the heavily tinted window and her lip was trembling.

He cursed, internally this time.

Villain blamed innate parental instincts as he pulled into the Dairy Queen, ‘Turn Down For What’ blasting through the speakers.

He could feel the beginning of a headache pressing behind his eyes.

It was going to be a long ride.

when my dad gave me this sketchbook and markers, i'm pretty sure that he didn't imagine me using these for... whatever this is

Alright hear me out here, 15! Dazai and Chuuya BUT it’s the late 90s/early 2000s so Dazai is trad goth and Chuuya is scene. Chuuya has raccoon tail stripes on his little rat tail thing in his hair, he keeps his guns holstered on the double belts. Dazai teases his hair a bit and and both of them wear a shit ton of smudged eyeliner. (Also I want Dazai with earrings please guys I need it in my life)

Rami edits moodboard

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Demons

A/N: Many many thanks to @/prompts-in-a-barrel for the amazing prompt once again. Prompt is bolded! Also kinda based on Control by Halsey but mainly the prompt.. even though lyrics are scattered in as dialogue at the end-ish. i dont even think it makes sense but oh well... also plot twist 

UHhhhhhhhhhh CONTENT WARNING!!

Definitely not the usual jungkook x reader insert you’re used to... 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"You killed them. You killed... all of them."

"They deserved it."

You wiped your forehead of sweat as you stood panting in front of him. A sly smile crossed your lips as you chuckled. 

“You killed them...”

“Well yeah. What else was I going to do? You clearly needed my protection~”

His head shook frantically as you brushed imaginary dust off your blood stained shirt. Taking confident steps towards Jungkook, you brushed his blonde hair away from his eyes. The fear that lay in them made you frown and you never wanted your baby bunny to be afraid of you, especially not when you were just protecting him from evil that he didn’t even know was there. Such an innocent soul needed protection afterall. 

“Awe Kook. I didn’t mean to frighten you, this was the only way I could stop the evil from corrupting you~ You understand don’t you?”

His frown deepened as you pouted, tears spilling past his long lashes as he stared at the bodies laying about the staff room. 

“I-I... Why...”, His voice cracked as he spoke softly, his hair shaking with his body as he stood in place, his doe eyes caught on yours. 

You let another smirk take over your face as he trembled, your hands taking his in their bloody grasp. 

“You know why. This was the only-”

“Stop-”

“...way. You’re too-”

“You’re scaring me!”

His voice echoed as it raised in volume, your eyes widening a fraction as he stumbled a few feet away from you. 

“I’m sorry, darling but you’re too innocent for them! They don’t deserve you. No one does.” 

Jungkooks hands shook violently as he reached to steady himself on the couch behind him. 

“I can’t help this awful energy.”

His hands shook harder against the fabric of the couch, his eyes frantically jumping from one body to the next.

“My mind is like a deadly disease...”, your voice was steady and calm as you approached him slowly like he was a wounded animal. 

The blood dripped from your temple down to your jaw, the light splatter taking up such a prominent space in the silence. His eyes traced the path it made along with the other droplets, his wide doe eyes narrowing in an instance, your own widening as all the signs of fear he had left him. 

“Who’s in control?”, his laugh rang through your skull like a gunshot as he pulled a pistol from the back of his pants. 

You shuddered lightly, your eyes following his movements as he held it up towards you.

“Darling~... You don’t know what you’re doing~ Let’s put down the big boy toy okay?”, you took on the tone one did when talking to a child or animal.

His scoff sent a chill through you as he grinned past the blood splattered on his face from your spree of murders. 

“You think you’re in control, darling?”, Jungkooks mocking coo made you bristle with anger as you stood straighter, taking a step towards him. 

He suddenly tossed the gun to the side and rapidly approached you, your automatic response to back away. You hit a wall roughly as his hands met your shoulders in a shove. Gasping for breath, you placed your hands on his chest, your heart pounding in your ears. 

His mocking laugh hit you like ice as his eyes met yours. His once rounded and afraid doe eyes turned sharp and unforgiving, only holding power as yours rounded in fear.

“Please stop, you’re scaring me...”, your whisper hit his ears and he laughed again, a grin stretching his pretty lips.

“I’m meaner than my demons~”

His right arm retracted from beside your head to pull something from his pocket, the blade meeting your shoulder with a piercing pain. You let out a noise of pain, hand reaching for the knife lodged in your shoulder before it was ripped away by his other hand, a sharp pain flowing through your hand as he sunk another knife through it.

He stepped away from you like he was admiring an art piece, your hand held awkwardly against the wall by the second knife he plunged through you. Your left shoulder bleeding as the knife poked into the tender flesh. 

“Who...who are your demons, darling? I killed them all. Just for you~”

He shook his head as you trembled, your voice shaking and quiet as you tried to understand what had just happened. 

“You’re my demon.”

Tears tracked through the layers of blood on your pretty face, his hand tracing your jaw lightly as he watched you. You shook your head, refusing to believe you were the one you had to save him from. 

“No... I...I saved you-”

“I saved myself.”

“No!-”

“What do you think just happened, Y/N? You’re dying. I’m not.”

You shuddered violently as he smirked at you, fear coursing through your veins as his face changed to the usual Jungkook you were used to protecting. 

“Goddamn right, you should be scared of me.”

His doe eyes sharpened again as they met your own filled with fear, your body slowly dropping down the wall, knife tearing through your delicate hand as you dropped to the ground with a thud. Tears fell past your lashes now as he stood above you, silent sobs shaking your frame. 

“You tried, I’ll give you that. But you didn’t try hard enough.”

His large frame kneeled in front of you as your entire face changed back to the confident killer you were just moments before. 

“You’ll always be mine. Who is in control now, darling?”

You laughed painfully as the light in your eyes faded, his own laugh echoing in your head as he watched his personal demon die. He was in control. 

support fat girls with weird curves

support fat girls with no butt

support fat girls with small boobs

dont just support the hour glass/big booty “acceptable” fat girl

Will: this killer has a teacher of sorts, someone who admires his work. An avid fan

Hannibal, blushing: omg babe we're in public Jack is right there stop~~

have we considered the scalp as an erogenous zone. the sheer bliss of getting your hair played with lovingly while you give head. a hand in the back of your hair while you make out. hair pulling. need I say more

Prompt 40

In a modern world, Geralt has been chatting online with a man named "Dandelion" for about four weeks now. They finally worked up the mutual courage to go out for a date... I R L... (shocked gasps from the imaginary audience)

Only, Geralt has been sat alone at the restaurant they agreed upon for about an hour and a half now. All his messages to Dandelion have been ignored. He doesn't want to hope something bad happened to him, but he also doesn't want to hope the man is fine and just decided to blow off Geralt and their date. But then he finally gets a call from Dandelion. "Hi! Geralt! Geralt, Right? I hit the right number? Listen- Um- I locked my keys in the car. I know it sounds like an excuse but it isn't! And the car fixer men can't come until tomorrow, so I was just going to hire an uber, but I can't find my wallet, and I doubt I have the money for it, for see, my darling white wolf, I may have splurged all my money on quite a lovely bouquet to bring you- Um- It's on my kitchen table-" (the sounds of a man clambering and stumbling through his own apartment) "-And so i was going to do the very embarrassing act of asking you to pay for my uber, even though you were already generous enough to offer to pay for the entire meal, and so I decided I'd think on it and try and find my wallet again after my shower, but see then I fell in the shower, and I- Well, to be honest, I think I might have broken my arm, um- I think I need a raincheck? And can I borrow money for an uber to the hospital? I'll pay it back, I swear!" Long story short, Geralt's first date with this 'Dandelion' guy he's had a massive crush on for weeks, is driving him to the hospital and checking him in. The worst part of it all is that Jaskier (Dandelion's real name*) is so charming, that Geralt can't even be upset about the whole situation. *Geralt soon learns that "Julian" is Jaskier's 'real' real name, when he ends up helping Jaskier write out his medical forms, but this is all just semantics.

Jimin has two modes of dancing and they are 1) professional contemporary dancer who pole danced to pay for school and 2) grandma at the wedding reception after two glasses of champagne.

There is no in between. I said what I said.

Thinking of my IT au where Eddie has a kid with Myra and just.

Just eddie being a good and supportive dad.

Eddie looking up anything lgbtqia+ related when his kid accidently comes out to him as Trans.

Researching any and everything about it and risks and amd just the safety Trans kids have and worrying constantly for his little boy.

Helping name his son a name he'd love and appreciate and actually want.

Defending him in every argument Myra starts abt their child being ill.

Making sure his boy knows he's loved every hour of every day.

Taking his son with him to Derry to get him away from Myra, completely forgetting about IT and everything that has happened in the shithole.

Eddie apologizing profusely once everything is done and settled for when his son comes out of Derry with scars and some paranormal trauma alongside them.

Eddie and his son hugging eachother, both sobbing and holding on so tight the other can't breathe.

Eddie divorcing Myra and getting custody of his boy and making sure he feels safe around his friends and helping him get on hormones and and

Just just just

HED BE SUCH A GOOD DAD PLS

Jeff Satur — Dum Dum (Unchained Live Version)

he’s literally a pink pony girl btw. if you even care