#and this popped into my head

[guqin-and-flute]

Wangji trying to convince his brother to immediately turn on Jin Guangyao and help Wei Wuxian after the Koi Tower Debacle™ feels very [no_take_only_throw_dog_meme.jpeg]

Lwj: Xiongzhang. Help.

Lxc: Okay, but I need to understand the whole situation.

Lwj: ... >:( No nuance. Only help.

#i saw the 'oh wangji brought home an arm' and imagined him as a dog with angry eyebrows standing proudly in the Hanshi door with it #in his mouth #refusing to give it up OR put it down #and this popped into my head #give me time #there will be an edit #to do #my stuff #lwj #lxc #wangxian #NO UNDERSTANDING FOR YOUR MURDEROUS NECROMANCER GREMLIN BOYFRIEND. ONLY MINE.

[trivialcrow]

“It’s a yes or no question, Jason,” Kyle said, still floating a foot off the floor with an aura of white light so bright boats in the Hudson could probably see it. “Do I need to fly to Gotham and kick Batman’s ass?”

Everything from the question to the still battle clad white lantern hovering in his living room was so ridiculous that all Jason could do was laugh. “I’m almost tempted to say yes, just to see you try, Rayner.”

“You don’t think I could take him? I’m like the only white lantern.”

“Yeah,” Jason said. “And he’s Batman.”

“Exactly.” Kyle finally had the decency to stop floating, but only so he could brace his feet and glare at Jason. “Which means I mastered the entire emotional spectrum before he’s even found it yet. World’s greatest detective, my ass.”

Jason hated that he found himself laughing again. Hated how fucking easy Rayner always managed to make it seem. Hated that he was getting way too attached to someone whose literal job was to be anywhere but on Earth.

“Just sit down, nightlight,” Jason said. “B would hand your ass to you backwards and upside down.”

“Hey, I do actually know how to fight,” Kyle said. “It’s not all just light shows and imagination.”

“Yeah? Please just tell me John or Guy showed you how to throw a punch, and not Hal.”

“The old guard wasn’t exactly around to teach me when I started this, so no. Donna taught me, and Bruce.”

Jason winced at the clumsy misstep. He forgot, sometimes, that Kyle had spent the first part of his hero career making things up and learning as he went. As much as Jason would never admit it to him, Kyle was competent, more than. He was smart, tactical when he needed to be, and on his second stint of wielding god-like powers.

“Wait, Bruce taught you how to fight? When the hell did that happen?”

Kyle shrugged. “Back when I was on the league. Almost seemed like he’d decided it was his job to look out for me.”

Jason hummed, giving Kyle a once over. “I mean, you are his type. Black hair, blue eyes, constantly stumbling into trouble. He probably thought you were one of his and he’d just temporarily misplaced you.”

Kyle snorted, before the sound became a full laugh and he finally flopped down on the couch beside Jason, dismissing his white lantern uniform as he fell. “That’s so fucked up.”

“Yeah,” Jason said, lifting his glass of water in a fake cheer. “Now, whose turn was it to pick the movie?”

#jason todd #kyle rayner #jaykyle #crow writes words #i have no context for this #I’m just trying to #get back in the habit #of writing #and this popped into my head

[aajxs]

2:09 AM , SATORU GOJO

now streaming - sativa by jhene aiko, swae lee

contents - overstimulation , dacryphilia , raw sex (wrap it up y'all) , breeding kink (?) , hair pulling , idk what else to add this is just a filthy ass drabble

masterlist .

"c'mon baby, 'ts the last one– fuck– I swear," satoru whines as he buries his cock even deeper into your abused cunt, filling you to the brim with his length.

he said that nine rounds ago.

your throat was sore from your constant moaning and screaming, and satoru was, to say the least, eating it up.

"did I fuck you mute, pretty girl?" he groans as he takes himself fully out of you before slamming himself back into you. you opened your mouth, but no noise came out, and the only way satoru could tell you were enjoying him using you was the way your face contorted into a look of pleasure.

"h-hurts, 'toru," you rasped as you rolled your hips into his, trying to take even more of his length. "you can take it." satoru said directly into your ear, his cock brushing your cervix with every thrust.

"jus' cum for me one more time, sweetheart," he grunts out as he tightens his grip on your hips. he lifted your hips off his cock before moving you right back onto it, "satoru!" you cry as he fastens his pace, "g-gonna cum, 'toru! 'm gonna cum!" you whimper, your voice so small yet so intoxicating to satoru.

"fuuuck baby, wanna cum in you so bad-" he moans as he licks up your salty tears. "gonna cum inside you baby," satoru groans, "gonna fill you up again, that okay sweet girl?" he asks, and you nod vigorously.

his thrusts become sloppy and you can tell he's about to fill you up for the final time tonight. he thrusts inside you a few more times before filling you up once again.

satoru practically collapses on top of you as he cums, though he's careful to not crush you with his weight. he wraps his arms around your smaller body, his cock still buried deep inside you as if to keep his load from seeping out.

"did so good for me baby, think that might be a record," satoru smiles as he places his head lazily in the nape of your neck, placing soft kisses on the area.

you take a hand and bury it in satorus white hair before roughly grabbing it, pulling his head away from your neck and forcing him to look you in the eye.

"you're gonna have to make it up to me if i can't walk tomorrow, satoru."

© AAJXS

#( 📝 aajxs — written works . ) #satoru gojo x reader #jjk gojo #jjk satoru gojo #satoru gojo #gojo satoru x reader #gojo x reader #jjk satoru #satoru gojo x you #jjk x reader #smut #i was listening to sativa #and this popped into my head #and like #🤭🤭

[demented-trashcan]

Danny and butterflys

we should start associating Danny with butterflies. Not only do butterflies in certain connotations represent loss they also represent innocence and healing.

Resulting in a beautiful narrative of Danny coming to terms with his own death and the loss of innocence that accompanies the understanding that he's dead and nothing can change that. With healing that comes after, finding a family full of enough crazy to rival his own.

#danny phantom #danny fenton #I had three hours of sleep last night #And this popped into my head #why is my brain like this #who cares #symbols #I write too much fan fic

[ishipgenfics]

#this is so stupid #i was just thinking about how i should not get TikTok #bc my ADHD would get me addicted in like five seconds #and this popped into my head #polls #tiktok #adhd #actually adhd

[arinishi]

Headcanon that Lanyon really likes lofi music pass it on

#it’s late and i’m tired #and this popped into my head #he aspired to be the lofi girl I think #I am Also totally projecting with this one #I am So normal about lofi #<3 #the glass scientists #tgs #tgs headcanon #TGS head canon #tgs robert lanyon #robert lanyon

[friendrat]

Jesus: *does random stuff like spitting on the ground and putting it on a blind guy's eyes*

Disciples: This is either madness or brilliance.

Jesus: It's amazing how often those two traits coincide.

#we were talking in my bible study about how weird it would be to watch Jesus do some of the stuff he did #and this popped into my head #memes #christian humor #christian memes

[misscrazyfangirl321]

Best believe I’m still Beghouled 

When I walk in the tomb 

I can still make the whole place shiver 

And when I meet the band 

The ask “Are you human?”

I can still say I don’t

Remember

#silly stuff #taylor swift #i was playing plants vs zombies today (specifically saw-but didn't select-pvz beghouled) #and this popped into my head #so now you all get to deal with it #plants vs zombies #i speak

[andallthatmishigas]

Christmas Eve 1924

“I don’t know that I can manage to call for Barrow tonight,” Robert whined as he stumbled down onto the chaise in Cora’s bedroom.

She had just rung for Baxter so she could get ready for bed.  “You’ll have to, darling,” she said, coming over to him and speaking in as gentle a tone as she could manage.

After all, it was Christmas Eve and the party had been so wonderful and full of such wonderful feeling, and her dear husband had spent the entire evening being drunk as a skunk.

“Come along, Baxter will be in any moment,” Cora warned.

“Oh just leave me here,” he moaned.

There had been one party in London in the months after Sybil was born where Cora had imbibed so much champagne that she couldn’t keep her eyes open and everything felt heavy and slow and just far too much to contemplate.  She had a feeling Robert was in that state now.  Cora hardly knew what to do with it.

A short knock came at the door and Baxter entered.  “Good evening, My Lady,” she greeted softly as she always did.

“Good evening, Baxter.  Did you have a nice time at the party?” Cora asked politely.

“I did, Your Ladyship.  All the servants did.  It was wonderful,” Baxter replied.

“I’m very glad.  And I’m sure we’re all exhausted and eager for bed, so I don’t want to detain either of us any further,” Cora said.

Baxter nodded.  “Of course, My Lady.”

The lady’s maid crossed to the vanity table to start undressing Lady Grantham when she noticed Lord Grantham sprawled out on the chaise.  

“Oh!” she exclaimed in surprise.  “Shall I ring for Mr. Barrow?”

Cora scoffed in slight frustration.  “Oh just leave him for now.  He’ll be alright for a little while.  I can call for Barrow if we need him.”

There was not further discussion after that.  Baxter pulled off each of Cora’s gloves, folding them gently on the vanity.  She unbuttoned the clasp at the nape of her neck and then lifted the gown up over Cora’s head.  Next came the slip and the corset.  The stockings were unclipped and rolled down each long, thin, pale leg until Cora was entirely bare.  The white nightgown went over Cora’s head, and she was covered and warmed by her dressing gown.

Cora sat down at her vanity so that Baxter could unpin her hair and plait it for the night.  She removed her own jewelry at the same time.  At some point, she glanced in the mirror over to the chaise where Robert had passed out.

Only Robert wasn’t passed out.  His eyes were open.  And dark.  And staring at her intently.  Baxter was focused on her work and didn’t notice.  But Cora did.  Cora saw how he looked at her.  He must have watched the entirety of her nightly ritual, being undressed by her maid.  Cora watched her husband and a small smile played on her lips.

“Baxter,” Cora said, finally tearing her eyes away from Robert’s intense gaze.  “When you go down, you can tell Mr. Barrow that he’s relieved for the night.  I’ll take care of His Lordship myself.”

“As you wish, My Lady.”

A moment later, the maid left, and Cora was alone with her watcher.

Not a single word passed between them as she approached him where he sat reclined on the chaise.  He pulled her into his lap and kissed her deeply, messily, passionately.  Cora melted into his embrace, indulging in it for a moment.  But she eventually had to pull away.

“That was very naughty of you,” she chided, trying to catch her breath.

“What, kissing you like that?” he answered, grinning mischievously.

She swatted his arm.  “Yes, but that’s not what I meant.  Baxter thought you were passed out.  As did I!”

“Ah, yes, well, I rather was, I think.  But then after the voices went away, I sort of woke up.  And then I couldn’t look away from the entrancing beauty of my miraculous wife,” Robert answered.  “Now, why did you have Baxter tell Barrow he was relieved?”

She traced her fingers down his chest, feeling the starched stiffness of his shirt.  Coyly she said, “I decided I’d like to undress you tonight.  If you wouldn’t mind.”

“When do I ever?” he growled.

They undressed each other with shaking, distracted hands and muddled minds from the drink and the lateness of the hour and the arousal coursing through them both as they traded more passionate kisses, lips and tongues and teeth exploring every inch of skin they could reach.  Robert eventually managed to somehow lift Cora into his arms and carry her to the bed.  He nearly tripped and dropped her, and she landed on the bed with a mighty bounce.  Her yelp of surprise was swallowed by Robert’s renewed kisses.

Late that night when the fire had all but died and the night nearly done, Robert felt the exhaustion hit him once again.  He was sated and slick with sweat and felt perfectly sublime.  And just as he drifted off to sleep, he heard Cora whisper, “Merry Christmas, my darling.”  Robert smiled as he felt her snuggle against him.

#downton abbey #robert crawley #cora crawley #phyllis baxter #I watched the s5 Christmas special tonight #and this popped into my head #so here we are

[convexicalcrow]

Evil Jellie licked her paw as she sat on the glass cabinet housing a selection of magical artefacts that had clearly been acquired through sketchy means. She wouldn't let just anyone open the cabinet, of course. Nearby, Cub and Scar watched her, wondering when their guest would arrive.

"How much do you think we can swindle out of them? I'd say at least a thousand for that amulet of Josiah. They did seem keen on that one," Scar said.

"A thousand? Nah, you're dreaming, you're dreaming, Scar. He won't buy for that much. Seven hundred maybe, I think that's a good price for it. But he was more interested in the books, and I know you've been scouring the country for the good stuff, yeah? You got some of that really old occult stuff in at last," Cub said.

"I did! God, don't even ask how much I had to part for them, or what I had to do to get hold of them. You don't want to know. But those are the good ones. The rare ones everyone wants. And they're the originals! We'll get a good price for those," Scar said. "Oh, and while I'm thinking of it. I had a lead about some mediaeval amulets buried under a church somewhere. I'd be gone for a week, but I think you can handle yourself, right?"

"Sure, sure. Sounds good. I hope it pans out for you. Those would be some great finds for sure," Cub said.

"That's what I thought! We need business like that! The niche occultists are fine, but we need the ones with real money. The proper collectors. And I think these ones will do nicely. They're meant to have been made with a real drop of Christ's blood, though of course so were thousands of other artefacts as we well know. Doesn't matter, though. No one really cares about that, not really. We just have to find the right buyers," Scar said.

"Yeah, yeah, sounds good. I'll leave that with you. You've always been better with the amulets anyway. These books are good, though. Plenty of people will be after them so we gotta be picky about who we sell to. No need to take the first offer if it's not worth our time and investment, of course," Cub said. "Anyway, I have enough to be doing at the museum proper so I'll be fine while you're gone. Just keep in touch. I'll let you know how things are going here."

"Alright, alright. Oh, hey I think I hear-" Scar was cut off by Evil Jellie meowing loudly and hissing at the door. "Hey, Jellie, calm down! Stop it!"

Cub laughed to himself as Jellie's eyes flashed red for a moment, and Scar backed off a little before once more trying to pick the cat up. Cub had grown used to the cat's powers, and how often she would send ghosts to walk through the museum corridors, which had become an effective way to keep out thieves. There was nothing but terror in that cat's eyes, and not the sort that indicated that she was afraid, but that you should be if you saw her.

"I think our guest might be approaching, Scar," Cub said, watching Evil Jellie slip from Scar's arms and go over to the door, pawing at it agitatedly.

"Oh probably!" Scar said, resigned. He went to open the door and found a very ordinary looking man waiting outside, who handed over a slip of paper and a talisman of his own. "Why, hello there, sir! Welcome to the Midnight Museum! How can we serve you tonight?"

#hermitcraft #fanfic #convex #cubfan135 #gtwscar #evil jellie #midnight museum au #it's been a very long and tiring weekend with family #and i finished watching cub's stream an hour ago #and this popped into my head #also i am feeling very normal at how protective scar was about his vex head >_> #esp knowing that cub has one too now so >_>

[blairwaldcrf]

forever living rent free in my head is this one faberry fic i read (now over a decade ago?) where Rachel's dads were upset at her coming out because people would think the stereotype of "if gays are allowed to adopt children, the kids will turn out gay" was true and i just--

#idk I've been having a weird weekend reflecting on the highs and lows over the past three decades in the us #regarding the lgbtqia movement #and this popped into my head #it's funny that it made such an impact I've remembered it decades later despite only being in the glee fandom for like a minute tops

[powerfultenderness]

I need to see Adrian/Freddie in eyeliner now!!

#freddie stroma is too powerful #thinking about what i'm going to write next #and this popped into my head

[cottonthumb]

❦ "Ms. Opal once told me that - although we tend to call the group of fae a court - they don’t function with organization of any sort. She went on about how they like being a bit too dramatic and theatrical on their own and mostly fight among themselves for the limelight.”

“So my question is.... why don’t we call a group of fairies... a troupe?”

“Like... a theater troupe, aye?”

#ic rp #I've been discussing possible names for groups of certain fairy types together too much #and this popped into my head #AND THEY'RE ALL THEATER KIDS SO WE MIGHT AS WELL

[nouverx]

You gotta excuse his 1920's ass, he's still learning slangs

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel fanart #hazbin alastor #alastor #hazbin rosie #digital art #autodesk sketchbook #hazbin hotel fandom #this joke popped in my head while I was working today and I had to draw it out as soon as I got home #serving c*nt with onions and seasoning please #this is way too funny to me help

[punkitt-is-here]

rarity learns of the hot new meme

#my little pony #mlp #mlp:fim #rarity #sweetie belle #scootaloo #cutie mark crusaders #horsecomix #my posts #my art #this was an excuse to use the phrase ''simpsons penis music'' as it just popped in my head