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dollya-robinprotector · 11 months
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lovenostalgia · 25 days
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raventriquolist · 24 days
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HE IS SOMEHOW EVEN MORE PRETTIER?? THEY SOMEHOW MADE HIM EVEN MORE BABYGIRL?? WHAT IS THIS?? WHAT IS HTIS????
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WHOEVER DECIDED TO GIVE HIM LONG HAIR YOU ARE A GENIUS BRO. I HOPE EVERYTHING GOOD HAPPENS TO YOU OH MY GOD
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sporadicinked · 14 days
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charlottan · 2 years
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Unprotected sex with an emo boy call that rawrdogging
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stigmatam4rtyr · 11 months
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Saint Sebastian (c.1660, oil on canvas) | Mattia Preti
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d4jamso · 1 year
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Mmmhmhmgmgn mermaid byers and prince Mike RAAAAAAAAAAA
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toruvi · 30 days
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The crisp, slightly cold air brushes your cheeks as you roll down the passenger window and tilt your head out. You glance up at the blur of streetlights that follow the wind. Your hand bends to the breeze as you poke it out from the window, waving it up and down with a long sigh.
Levi warns you to not stick it out too far and be careful. Your hum of acknowledgement makes him grumble, but he continues speeding down the empty city streets. within a reasonable speed of course, just under the limit on the sign that passes your vision.
He likes going on drives late at night, as he's told you before. Something about coasting down the road in the dead of night with all the windows down feels therapeutic. Sometimes he takes you with him, it's more fun to have you occupying the seat next to him, relaxed and staring out the window like you've never been in a city before. He mutters under his breath how you keep making these cute expressions.
His fingers tap on the steering wheel to the beat of whatever song you decide to blast on the radio, even if it's not the kind he usually listens to. He's happy enough seeing your smile, stealing glances at how you mouth the lyrics to the songs silently.
You close your eyes, folding your arms over the edge of the window and leaning your chin in the crook. Levis hand always finds its way on top of your thigh, crawling over your skin the exact same way as usual. It starts with an adjustment on the center console armrest. His pinky is the first to graze your skin, then his ring finger, middle, index... Then the whole palm.
His hand stays at the top of your thigh for a few moments before he gives a squeeze. You always wonder if he's waiting for a sign of approval for his hand to be there in the first place. Though it's not like you've ever protested it.
You fall asleep like this, with the breeze on your face, drifting through your hair as the window is half rolled up. Accompanied by Levis fingers brushing along your thigh in a rhythm that almost seems to match the beat of a song on the radio.
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lovenostalgia · 25 days
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soarrenbluejay · 2 months
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Can’t remember where I’ve seen the idea first but I’ve had this idea of Regular Clowns taking offense to joker’s bullshit for a while now and exacting Vengeance. The man doesn’t even has an egg! His ass never been to clown school! He’s a disgrace to them all!
So four buddies leaving the traveling circus business decide as people who have loved every second of this and are Deeply Insulted by this wanker to Do Something About It.
Three of them are showmen- an acrobat, a juggler, a fire fanatic, the works.
The last one, Jerry, is a stage hand. He is their most powerful member- not only does he have the superpower of self care, but he’s a meta! Minor telekinesis is actually really useful when shuttling stuff around in a stage in a hurry! (And that whole thing of our idea of ninjas coming from stage hands in all black being ‘invisible’ yeah. Cryptid vibes, except it’s just Jerry)
So. A clown car pulls up in Gotham, in the middle of a Joker attack, presumably despite ever Gothamite on the road who saw it making their best effort to take one for the team and mow them down. This is a no good awful sign for Gotham.
But it gets better.
Because out does not step a bunch of goon reinforcements in masks, or some jokerified poor soul, but instead someone in one of those historical jester costumes, bells and dramatic ass sleeves and all. Also, they’re bright orange. It is slightly eye searing. In one hand is the end to a long line of tied together handkerchiefs in clashing neon colors which appears to be infinite bc it just keeps coming. In the other is a comedically oversized hammer with a squeaky sound effect installed but no spring to soften the blow- it in fact has spikes with little Mayfair banners hanging off.
They immediately attempt to strangle/bash Joker to death with a winning smile firmly in place, and actually survive the attempt of which by apparent virtue of being made of rubber or something. And out slides our fire master, in all teal for contrast, who promptly throws smoke bombs at the crowd of goons around and starts all but boa staffing them down with his fire wand, paired with a dramatic speech about how Joker is in insult to the idea of circus and also the most unfunny bitch to ever walk the earth.
Lastly, the juggler. They have come armed. With glitter and hackysacks. A dramatic beatdown ensues, with much shrieking and yelling on all sides. A gif is made of Joker being bonked right through a concrete wall with a move right out of a video game. Several goons get concussions a la bowling pins. It’s all being live streamed by someone through their apartment window and is rapidly going viral. It’s a good time mostly because this attempt at vengeance against the Clown Bitch Gotham did not immediately involve some one getting very anticlimacticly shot.
No really takes note of the guy in all black and ski mask, calmly standing in the middle of the flaming chaos. He occasionally holds out a new set of props for the juggler, an oversized great sword for our acrobat jester, some nitroglycerin for blowy uppy efforts, the works. Until he starts calmly putting together a three story set of scaffolding for the gang to use for the purpose of beating the crime king’s skull in in even more ridiculous ways and also so jester can showcase their absolute lack of a spine.
And Jerry goes back to standing in the middle of this chaos, apparently unaffected by Literally Everything going on. His friends are fucking crazy, he’s used to it.
Meanwhile, Ghost King Danny gets a new urgent appeal at his ghostly royal desk- someone is attempting to enact vengeance against the joker and move approximately 46363883 souls along doing it, except it’s not the Red Hood this time! It’s Some Random Guys that a minor mischief god is now attempting to fast track layering with blessings! Said minor god is officially appealing for the Ghost Monarch’s support. Danny is conflicted- on one hand, he Fucking Hates Clowns. And has a major hero worship thing going on for Red Hood, a fellow supernatural hero (in the dead’s eyes) much his senior. However, the idea of a bunch of nobody’s beating the joker to death at the same time as declaring how shit of a clown he is IS pretty hilarious.
He gives it the stamp of Yes, provided others seeking vengeance (aka red hood, the thousands of joker victims in Gotham, anyone who wants to go spectacular viral) can still intervene to catch some own hands, a minor merriment/will of the people god does a jig on the spot, and back with the Justice Circus Brigade, ghouls and Spectors alike start popping up to join in on the fun! Which our beloved ren faire rejects are actually pretty okay with- big enough circus events in the DC universe have a bad habit of becoming possessed/very obviously haunted/Ooky Spooky like, every few months. And these guys look much friendlier than whatever the hell has been in the house of mirrors these last few months!
Red Hood isn’t sure how he’s suddenly in the middle of upper Gotham when he’s was decidedly Nowhere Near three seconds ago, but that’s a problem for later when the Bitch Ass Clown Extraordinaire is Right There!! So he tables it to be very paranoid about later, shrugs, and starts shooting. Jester starts shouting out points for accuracy/comedy, Jerry calmly asks if he wants some of their backup silver bullets just in case The Target really is an unholy being of some sort. (They have taken Precautions. For Everythinf. Or at least Jerry did.) Jason can’t say no to free extra ammunition and also That’s Hilarious, man he has to hire these guys!
Then fire juggler molotov’s the joker, and he decides these idiots are ABSOLUTELY worth saving from the big bad bat. Fuck it, this morons are the BEST.
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callibee · 1 year
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kirstydreaming · 2 months
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Jeanne
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animepopheart · 3 months
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★ 【Orchid】 「 射命丸文 」 ☆ ✔ republished w/permission ⊳ ⊳ follow me on twitter
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r-aindr0p · 11 months
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Bingbing is baby, can't he at least be w/ shizun?
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Reunited and tamed in the span of one gaze at the green thing
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mp100days · 2 years
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043 - clothes shopping
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jey-chan · 2 months
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Im more sleppy than awake and bored in the job but... what if panthom planet happened when Danny is part of the Justice Leage? And they think he is an old ghost shaped like a kid.
I just imagine the leage seing the prety big bad asteroid that neiter sups can destroid.
And then Danny just goes sesrshing in his chest for someting, give Batman 2 pices of papers and goes:
"Here is my standars vitals, my gostly med and please dont wite cost. This is my sister info and my identidy will get compromised, so dont let mh parents come in if Martian dosent feel they could change views on ghosts. Oh ghe WIG is bad and please dont let val near me never... he is creppy"
Then he goes to superman and ask him to catch him.
And beflre anoye can ask or say someting the kid goes tl the sky, freze the metiorite and then ler out the most terrible and powerful sound base atackt that the earth had ever hear.
The laments of a kid that died, of a kid that had the fates of two worlds on his shoulders.
The cry of a dead child thar never was griven.
The metiorite goes upnon fine snow dust, and superman sudenly has a prety alive unconsius child phamtom.
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