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bibibusinessman · 2 days
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Quotes from my life as things the Batfam would say.
Dick: Can you crop me stripping out of the photo?
Tim: Usually when I leave people have a happy smile on their faces.
Steph: It wasn’t assault it was an oopsie daisy.
Duke: Drunk driving is fine, as long as it’s not drunk crashing.
Barbara: I’m gonna eat that shit up.
Damian: I can’t tell if that’s my dad or a lesbian.
Jason: it’s not assault if you enjoy it
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rayactive-factory · 11 months
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♡🔵⚫💨🌃♡
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canisalbus · 4 months
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Feel free to ignore this if it doesn't spark your interest but worth a shot. Can I ask what breed of dog Jesus was in your dog world?
I think dog Jesus predates most of today's dog breeds. Realistically he'd probably be some kind of mutt, probably with vaguely Canaan dog looks. But European depictions of Jesus have always been very localized, and I tend to think that in Medieval, Renaissance and Baroque art he'd usually appear as a Spaniel of sorts, although it varies from piece to piece. Gun dogs more often than not.
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flametrashiraarchive · 9 months
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Douma Headcanons Part 3
I thought of more 😫
NSFW under the cut.
PART ONE | PART TWO
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You discover the thrill of being hunted.
Douma likes to have you hide while he seeks you out, tiptoeing through the temple, honing his senses on you.
"Come on out, little pet... I promise not to bite too hard..."
"Awwh~ perhaps you ran away for good?" 🥺
You don't even dare to breathe. Your pulse is racing.
Some deep, primal instinct overrides your adoration of him.
You are prey and your predator is looking for you.
You can hear him pouting.
LOVES to sneak up on you in your hiding spot and get your heart pounding.
Sometimes he'll let you try to run from him.
You never know what he'll do when he catches you (and he always does.)
Sometimes he'll pounce on you, pin you down and tickle you until you beg him for mercy,
sometimes he'll pin you against the wall and fuck you as he sucks on your neck.
When he's not chasing you, fucking you, or generally being a little (6'2") gremlin, he likes to lie with his head on your chest or your stomach and just have you pet his hair.
He gets all soft and about as close to sleepy as demons get.
Bathes with you.
He has one of those enormous sexy basically-an-indoor-pool baths. Has it filled with rose petals for you and likes to pluck them off your wet body when you get out.
Kisses you as he washes your hair, and lathers his hands in soap to slip them over your skin.
He spends his life being doted on by his disciples, so he likes to do the same for you.
Baths almost always turn into bath sex.
Favorite position is the lotus. He likes to watch your face as he fucks you, and loves the feeling of you desperately riding his dick as you cling to his shoulders.
Will absolutely gossip with you about his disciples after they confess their sins to him.
Finds it hilarious and adorable that you're so hypnotized by his chest. Will let you squeeze them but be careful because his nipples ARE sensitive and he WILL want to fuck if they get too much attention.
He likes your titties too.
They're fun to play with.
Desperately wants to take you to the Infinity Castle and show you off. 😫 Muzan won't let him.
(Wants to bone you in every room there. Yes, he knows it's impossible. No, he's not going to quit wanting it.)
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swiftiereg · 3 months
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Biker boyfriends Rosekiller.
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starrayblogs · 3 months
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Not So Rock-Hearted || Floyd (Trolls) x Reader
a/n: prepare for this to not be serious, but rather silly and rushed because i think floyd is one cutie patootie ty
another a/n: likes and reblogs are appreciated too :3 okay enjoy your read!
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i.i prologue;
After the night of the Bergen Attack, you lost your best friend. You were angry that night. You were angry at King Peppy for lying about “no troll left behind" when he left behind his own daughter. Then, one night, you left.
You wandered away from Pop Village, venturing outside with all the dangers. Eventually, after a few days and still no sign of Viva, you lost hope. You survived the next few days, trying to hide from the predators and find a new place to stay.
Along the way, you encountered a different kind of troll, a rock troll. Her name was Barb, and she took you to Volcano Rock City, which eventually became your new home. You also, eventually, got around to rock music. You enjoyed it more, and it naturally became a part of you, the pop fading away.
During the World Tour, you didn’t expect to see King Peppy again. It frustrated you to see him casually be carried by a sea of trolls, so by the time he reached your arms, you gripped him tight and set him down in front of you.
“King Peppy.” You said his name through gritted teeth. “It’s good to see you again.” You follow up as calmly as possible.
“Oh, I- I’m sorry, do I know you?” He replied nervously, taking a step back and raising his hands. You scoffed, adjusting your guitar strap so your instrument could hang by your back. You reminded him of your name. He echoed it, confused, before gasping.
“Where’s Viva?” You cocked your head to the side and folded your arms. He gulped and looked down. Your mouth opened a bit in disappointment, your brows furrowing. “You still haven’t found her?” You asked. Disbelief, sadness, and there’s that frustration again.
“I…”
“What happened to no troll left behind?”
“When I went back to get them, the tunnels had already collapsed!” King Peppy defended himself. “I’m guilty, every day, for leaving those trolls behind. I’m even guilty that I let you go away… I kept thinking that a Bergen would get you too!”
“So why didn’t you stop me?” You asked, shaking your head a little.
“Because I was a coward!” You inhaled sharply at his reply. He breathed heavily before clearing his throat. “I can never go back in time and make sure that Viva got out of the tunnels with the others, or make sure that you never left and made it up to you.”
“...” You said nothing, watching him step forward and grab your hand in his.
“I’m happy to see that you’re doing well, however. And… that I’m also sorry.” He said softly. Your eyes softened, and you sighed, placing your other hand on his.
“King Peppy, I… I don’t think I’ll forgive you, but I think I’ll learn to accept what’s happened. I’ve got Queen Barb, and she’s proven to me that she won’t leave me behind.” You glanced at him before looking at your savior on stage. “She’s given me a new friendship that I never thought I’d make again after Viva.” You smiled gently before meeting his eye again, pulling your hands away.
King Peppy smiles slightly and nods his head. “That’s… good to hear.” You nod your head before you start to walk away. “I just have one favor…”
“What is it?” You stop, turning back to him.
“Don’t tell Poppy about Viva... She’s not ready.”
You look at him quietly before shaking your head and continuing to walk away. “Whatever you want, King Peppy.” You say loud enough for him to hear before walking to the stage for Barb.
You didn’t talk to him after the World Tour. You didn’t return to the pop trolls when Poppy invited you back either; you simply told her that you had your place here with the rock trolls.
✩ next chapter
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Every time someone calls Bart Allen a ginger I lose 5 hp.
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tea-time221 · 2 years
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most of these were drawn in a haze in the wee hours of 2am
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jaggedlittleteacup · 1 year
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Posting this here because it deserves attention
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manesalex · 5 months
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Every Ed Teach Scene (1/?)
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reddstardust · 10 months
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When I tell you I was crying
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ted-dy-bear · 8 months
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au where molly stops slapping their boyfriend
(based on a bit with my partner about that Forehead Kiss + headcanon that molly would call caleb the dumbest and silliest pet names)
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hopelesslysleepy · 2 months
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Post-divorce Crowley leans towards the karaoke mic in an extraordinarily alcoholic haze: You are...my fire. My one...desire.
Maggie: Somebody should really stop him.
Crowley, sobbing: But we are two worlds apart, can't reach to your heart.
Nina, grabs the mic away: For the love of God.
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chicademartinica · 7 months
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Who gets the “I’m a pimp by blood not relations.” Award this week ?
Ray. For his general existence but mostly for giving Sand The Hustle since the moment he decided to bang him.
Sand for that ONE (1) line : “And you’re gonna keep wanting me.” he casually dropped.
Sailom for that INCOMPARABLE “You wanna fuck me so bad it makes you look stupid” look + batting his eyelashes + smirk he served Kanghan bitch ass.
Zo. For sending Joke home with a boyfriend title, a raging hard on ( That he clocked !) and saliva running down his chin. This man is still in that hallway as we speak.
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itsfulcrum · 2 years
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Are we still pretending that Alicent is not in love with Rhaenyra?
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