This Video Feels So Halcarol Coded To Me, (just Pretend They’re Both Not Incredibly Ambitious)

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.

Hi, new DC fan here and there’s so much romantic and sexual tension between Dick and Wally that I was really surprised to find out they aren’t canon. Like really?

i don’t take criticism but i do take tips

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from this post by @oohjoly + @lesfillesenfleur + @gr4ntair3 (am I getting a reputation for drawing text posts? am I actually 100% a-okay with that???)

BONUS SNIPPETS bc I cba to draw the entire scene:

i feel like at one point in time, bruce had to hold an intervention for his kids to emphasize WE HAVE CODE NAMES FOR A REASON because dick keeps calling damian “baby bat” when they’re out in the field, jason keeps calling dick “dickwad” and tim “replacement” and damian “demon” so on and so forth. 

bruce’s breaking point was when during an all-hands-on-deck alien invasion situation, conner yelled “babe! behind you!” when an alien was coming at tim. now, this wouldn’t have gotten to bruce as much if, after tim took down the alien, kon hadn’t flown over to tim, kissed him while the fighting continued to rage behind them, then shouted “you’re really hot when you kick ass!” as he flew back into battle.

so bruce held an intervention. 

the supers were in attendance as well because (1) the babe incident, (2) jon keeps calling damian “d” on the field, which leads bruce to (3) clark needs to teach his damn kid to use HIS kid’s damn codenames.

the intervention kinda backfired though. as soon as bruce started chewing them out, jason interjected with an itemized list of the times bruce had called him “jaybird” or “jaylad” in the field. dick joined in, claiming bruce had called him “chum” in the field more times than he could count, and apparently it wasn’t too unusual for bruce to call tim or damian “son” or “kiddo” during patrol

eventually, the intervention that bruce had planned turned into his kids roasting him while the supers sat back and watched

Enjolras and Grantaire as Beauty and the Beast for Halloween

Except Grantaire is Beauty

He looks very handsome in that Disney-inspired yellow dress

Enjolras is Beast

He goes all out with a mane and hair everywhere

He ever roars on people at the party

He secretly did it to help Grantaire with his self-esteem issues

It seems to be working

Did I mention Grantaire looks gorgeous in that yellow Disney-princess dress

because Enjolras sure did

like 1000 times during the night

Hi! I m glad to see your inbox open again, last week I started having a Jason Todd brainrot (thanks to Pinterest for this) and when I type Jason Todd x reader on Tumblr your blog was one of the first ones I found (and the one whose most fics I spent the weekend reading 😅). Thank you so much for feeding my hiperfixation, you are talented and portrait Jason amazingly on your fics.

So now that your request are open, could you do a Jason x fem!reader with the prompt "Here! Take my jacket/coat". I love leather jackets and I would love to try Jackson's 😍

Btw, I am planning on showing on your inbox every once on a while. Could I ask for an anon emoji too, pretty please 🫶🏼?

Hey anon, good to have you

dealer's choice for emoji? bc then ur getting 🪽bc I think its cool

You swear you're gonna freeze to death. You and Jason ditched the gala not even 45 minutes after getting there. You booked it outside and argued on where you should sit like a married couple. The argument slowly derailed from there.

You tuck your arms closer around yourself. Your dress didn't exactly have a lot of fabric to keep you warm. "I realize now is a bad time to mention this, but I'm cold."

Jason looks at you like a cat that is thinking about how it's smarter than you. "I told you to bring a jacket."

"What jacket would match a gown, Jason? Huh? None! None is the correct answer!" You whisper shout, but your words have no real heat to them.

He crosses his arms. "Well maybe you shouldn't have worn such a skimpy dress!" You can see he's fighting off a smile from his own sarcasm.

"YOU PICKED OUT THE FUCKING DRESS!" You play along, but your voice trails off in a laugh.

He laughs when you laugh. "UGH. Fine. I guess you can have my jacket." He says it with faux annoyance and he's altogether stopped trying to suppress his smile.

After he dramatically shrugs off his jacket, he helps to slip it onto your shoulders, unable to suppress being a gentleman even for your fake fight.

Once it's snug on you, he takes a step back, eyes trailing over your form, looking at the dress he chose for you in his color (you lost a bet, but the dress was actually very nice and looked very good on you) and his jacket slipped over your shoulders.

After staring into your soul for a full minute, he finally opens his mouth. "New plan." You quirk an eyebrow before he continues. "We make a run for the manor and you take all of your clothes off."

You blink for a moment, processing his unexpected words. You nod. "Good plan. Slight issue: I am in heels."

"Princesses get carried. Let's go."

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

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.”

Dick: What do you want for Christmas this year, Dami?

Damian: For all dogs to know what good dogs they are.

Dick:

Dick, choking up and wiping away tears: s a m e