#couldn't help myself if I tried

[itsjaywalkers]

a lil smth under the cut for u guys <3

part 2 part 3

"Potter, if you dare to step any closer, I swear I will knock your teeth out."

Potter halts his advancement as soon as the sentence is out of his mouth, but Regulus remains tense, alert, shoulders stiff and hands itching to curl into fists. Maybe it's because he knows Potter more than enough after all these weeks of watching his matches and interviewing him after them. Weeks of listening to him brag, and taunt, and flirt shamelessly, despite Regulus always being set on retaining some sense of professionalism.

Maybe it's because of the way he smirks at Regulus' threat, or how he raises both hands in mock surrender, the gesture lazy and insincere.

Or maybe it's the fact that they're alone in the ring, even though Regulus should've left with his crew more than half an hour ago. And the fact that Potter isn't wearing a shirt, but he seems to be allergic to them, anyway, so it's not like it fazes him at this point.

That's what he keeps telling himself, at least.

"You can certainly try," Potter says with his hands still up, and offering a tiny shrug. "I don't know if I like your chances, though."

Regulus narrows his eyes. "You don't think I can fight you?"

"I don't think you can win."

He crosses his arms over his chest as he lets out a scoff, and Potter's smirk seems to grow bigger at the sound.

"And why the fuck not?" Regulus questions.

"Because I'm a professional boxer, love," Potter explains, his voice patient, but there's a certain mocking edge in his words that makes Regulus grits his teeth. "I wouldn't be where I am if someone like you could touch me."

"Someone like me?" Regulus repeats a bit incredulously. He can already feel that one vein in his forehead starting to pop out.

James chuckles, shaking his head a little. He finally drops his arms down. "You know what I mean."

"Actually, I don't. And I'm not sure I want to."

"C'mon, love—"

"Don't call me that."

"—you don't even know how to throw a punch."

Regulus blinks at him, not sure if he's heard correctly, and then he does a double take, barely repressing a derisive snort.

"Excuse me?" he murmurs. "Of course I know how to throw a punch."

"You think you know how to throw a punch," Potter corrects him, that infuariating smile still in place. Regulus is tempted to prove him how well he can actually throw a punch just to wipe it off his face.

"I mean, obviously I can't do it like you do, you're a professional athlete, for fuck's sake—"

"Oh, love, don't worry, I'd never hold you to my standards," Potter intervenes with a laugh, eyes shining with mirth. Regulus face is beginning to heat up, and he isn't sure if it's because of anger or something else. "I'm not talking about a boxing punch. I'm talking about a proper punch."

Regulus exhales loudly, fingers twitching. "Potter."

"Yeah?"

"I know how to throw a fucking proper punch."

Potter raises an eyebrow and he lets his gaze to go up and down the length of Regulus' body, slow and intentional. Regulus has a hard time not squirming, battling against his instincts to keep his face empty, to stop his thighs from pressing together.

"I bet you don't," Potter comments, once his eyes finally find Regulus' again. Unsurprisingly, it doesn't make breathing any easier. "You're too pretty to have been getting into fights."

Regulus is unable to suppress an indignant huff, cheeks coulouring at an alarming pace while his expression twists into a scowl.

"You don't fucking know me," he seethes, jaw so clenched it's slowly becoming painful. "You've got no idea of how my life looks like, or what I've done to get where I'm at."

Potter seems unbothered by the outburst. In fact, he kind of looks a little entertained.

"Maybe so," he concedes with a tilt of his head. "But I know you'd break easy."

Regulus' heart skips a beat. "I don't—"

"Just look at you," Potter goes on, staring him up and down once again. He still sounds slightly mocking, but there's something else in his tone this time. Something darker. "So fucking gorgeous. Holding yourself like you're goddamn royalty. You're feisty, and you're sneaky, I'll give you that, but you'd fold embarrisingly fast against me, wouldn't you, love?"

Regulus gulps, throat suddenly so dry it feels like sandpaper. He tries to shake his head, but his body isn't responding, and when he opens his mouth to snap back, nothing comes out of it.

"You like to act all tough and cold and as if nothing can touch you, but if I were to lay my hands on you—"

"Potter," Regulus manages to spit out, but it sounds hoarse. Weak.

"Oh, you'd break so beautifully for me, right, love? You'd put a bit of a fight at first, because you can't help yourself, and I like that about you anyway, but you'd let go at some point."

"Potter," he tries again, and it sounds a bit sharper, but still too close to a whimper for Regulus' tastes.

"I'd fucking ruin you if you allowed me to, Regulus." His name makes him tremble, goosebumps breaking into his skin, and Regulus has to bite his tongue to stop an inappropriate noise from escaping. "I know you want to. You're really fucking stubborn, and you almost fooled me that first time, that's true, but one can only keep that facade for so long. I've seen how you look at me."

"And how do I look at you?"

"Like all those girls who can't ask me for an autograph without blushing, thinking of me when they have their hands between their legs," Potter responds, gaze so intense it makes Regulus want to scream. "Like your cameraman whenever I stand a bit too close to him, always shifting his body the slightest bit so his shoulder grazes mine. Like Lily whenever I'm between her thighs, and she's begging me to let her come."

Regulus almost gasps, burning with fury but also with something that has nothing to do with it.

The audacity of this man, really. Regulus hates him. Despises him, even. Him and his absurd amount of confidence that has no business being this attractive.

It's hard to pretend to be unaffacted. To pretend he doesn't feel a stab in his stomach by that last statement, by the thought of James and Lily being together, even though it's something he's known almost since the beginning. To act like he doesn't care, like he isn't fucking aching between his legs, wet and hot and desperate.

Regulus doesn't think he completely manages it.

"You're so fucking full of yourself," Regulus grinds out, digging his nails into his arms so hard he's sure to leave marks.

"And yet I'm not hearing you deny it," Potter sing-songs, still grinning widely.

"I don't like you," Regulus insists, raising his chin.

"But you want me to fuck you."

This time, a strangled sound, high-pitched and bordering on needy, manages to slip out of Regulus' mouth, and James shows teeth, that feral light that appears every time he wins a match shining in his brown eyes.

"You wish," Regulus says, trying to save whatever dignity he has left, trying to fix this stupid mistake, this amateur slip up.

"I do," Potter confirms with ease, and Regulus can't swallow properly with the knot he has stuck in between his vocal chords.

"Shut up," it's all that Regulus can get out, which is quite pathetic, but still better than nothing.

"That's still not a denial," Potter points out, satisfaction oozing of him and making Regulus see red.

"I literally can't fucking stand you. I don't think it's necessary for me to tell you that I don't want anything to do with you," Regulus snaps. "Besides, if so many people are tripping all over themselves for you, then I don't understand why you're not bothering them instead."

"Because I want you."

Regulus actually chokes after that, a gulp of air getting stuck in his throat and his heart beating madly between his ribs.

"No." He shakes his head, furiously, desperately, and takes a step back almost at the same time that Potter takes a step forward.

"Yes," the other man presses, undeterred. "I want you, Regulus."

"Potter. Shut up."

"I can make you feel so good, love. You need to stop depriving yourself."

"Potter."

"I know you've thought about it. About me. I'm sure you're thinking about it now, about how amazing I'd feel between your legs, on top of you. Inside you."

"Potter. Stop."

"I bet your underwear is fucking soaked—"

"James."

It slips, sneaking past his lips without Regulus' permission, going unnoticed until it's too late to stop it, or take it back. He has the silly urge to cover his mouth with his mouth, as if that'd be enough to erase the word, the power and implications that name holds.

The reaction is almost immediate.

James' pupils spread out, eating at his irises at a concerning pace. Regulus is so distracted looking at them, that it takes him a moment to realise James is advancing, rushing towards him like a man on a mission.

Regulus retreats, nearly falling over in his haste, doing his best to get as far away from the other man as possible. But James is faster than him, and his back ends up colliding against one of the pillars of the ring. James has his arms bracketing his head in a matter of seconds, and all of a sudden, Regulus is trapped. With absolutely nowhere to go.

"Get away from me!" Regulus exclaims, voice all wrong and wobbly, hands coming up to push at James' chest but not daring to touch.

"Say it again," James demands, completely ignoring him.

"What?"

"Say it again."

Regulus scoffs weakly. "I don't want to."

"Regulus."

"Get. The fuck. Away. From me."

"Regulus."

It shakes him to his very core, and he's helpless to the shudder that rattles his frame, to the way his eyes screw close, so very tight his vision fills up with shiny spots.

When he opens them again, a few moments later, he ends up meeting James' hungry gaze head on.

It destroys the last of his defences.

"James," he repeats in a whisper, heat coiling in his stomach at the other man's intake of breath.

"Again," James asks, almost demands, voice low and strained.

"James."

"Again." And it's a beg.

"James."

"Yeah," the other man mumbles to himself. "Yeah."

James leans forward, and Regulus feels like he's about go into cardiac arrest until James turns his head at the very last second, mouth grazing the lobe of his ear instead of his lips.

"I'll teach you," he tells him softly. Quietly.

"What?" he asks, hardly breathing and refusing to move a single muscle.

James huffs, and it's amused. "How to throw a punch."

"My brother already taught me," Regulus retorts with a roll of his eyes. "And he's better than you."

"Was better than me," James shoots back, and despite this being a topic that usually annoys him, always getting him all petty and defensive, it barely drags an irritated sigh out of him this time.

"Winning one match doesn't mean anything."

"Except that it does."

"No, it doesn't. Sirius' been unbeatable for literal years, and he's worked his arse off to get to where he is, and you'll never—"

"C'mon, love," James whines against his ear, and Regulus has to swallow a gasp. "I'll lend you some comfier clothes and I'll show you how to stand and some tricks, make sure next time I'm being too much of a prick you can shut me up nicely. Maybe you'll even break my nose."

Regulus bites his lower lip, refusing to allow the corners of his mouth to curl upwards. "That does sound good."

James chuckles, and Regulus doesn't acknowledge the way that sounds fills his chest with warmth.

"So? Okay?" James wonders.

Regulus closes his eyes and takes a deep breath. Hopes he won't come to regret this, and sends a silent apology to his brother.

He opens his eyes.

"Okay."

#been thinking about them lately #and i couldn't help myself #besides i haven't written anything in like . 5 days #i was actually going insane #anyways this is severely unedited and it's almost 3am and im fucking knackered #so im sorry if it doesn't make sense #but well i tried #and i had fun which is what matters etc #boxer james agenda

[valeriapryanikova]

#tried to draw with muted colours but still couldn't help myself and added bright yellow lighting and cyan eyes :shrug: #grian #hermitcraft #mcyt #grian fanart #hermitcraft fanart #mcyt fanart #hermitblr #filename: it-fucken-wimdy (look idk i'm running out of names for drawings w/ grian bc i draw him too often)

[ineffableigh]

Me: Oh it'd be so cool to do a classical portrait of Aziraphale in the style of royal portraits of Louis XV!

Me, later: ...what have I done.

#WHY DO I DO THIS #I'm never gonna finish this lol #tried to convince myself NOT to do wings #but i couldn't do it lol #goddamn it #good omens #aziraphale #supreme archangel aziraphale #HELP #digital art #WIP #IneffabLeigh's Art Tag #IneffabLeigh's WIP Tag

[daddy-long-legssss]

fuck it 😎

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#is the sun bothering you bb?☀️ 🔫 #he is absolutely adorable i couldn't help myself #the little smug expression as he opens up the sunglasses #'fook it 😎' #honestly couldn't love him more if tried #alex turner #virgin festival toronto 2006 #arctic monkeys #mine #daddy-long-legssss

[total-drama-brainrot]

TD World Tour AU, where Noah doesn't tell Owen that Alejandro is an eel in London... In Area 51, Noah is accidentally splashed with an alien truth potion (which wears off after a few days) and he talks to Owen... Owen asks Noah what he truly thinks about Alejandro, and Truth-Potion Affected Noah says this: "I have mixed feelings for Alejandro. He's a brilliant, interesting guy and I like him, but I don't trust him. He's like a slippery eel dipped in grease, swimming in motor oil. Basically, Heather with social skills. Wait a minute, why am I telling you this?!"... What if Alejandro secretly heard Noah call him all those conflicting things + Alejandro also learns that Noah is affected with an alien truth potion? 👽

Alright, you got me. I'm an absolute sucker for truth potion plots, especially when the character(s) effected by them are usually either pathological liars or incredibly secretive- of which Noah absolutely falls into the second category, given he shares so little personal information.

I'll gloss over why Noah declined to shit-talk Alejandro in London (though there's so many ways this change in behaviour could be justified) since the focal point of this hypothetical centred around their time in Nevada, so let's start from the beginning of the Area 51 challenge.

Area 51:

Before we start, it'll have to be established that no one was eliminated in London. Let's say that the majority vote went towards Duncan (team CIRRRRH voted him out immediately because they found his re-admission to the competition unfair, I guess. I imagine he'd also vote himself, if not as a plan to escape the competition he'd been actively skiving from, then just as an act of spite) but Chris instead claimed it was a rewards challenge- much like he does in Greece- because he doesn't want to let Duncan slip away again so soon.

I see no reason to alter the first part of the challenge- the sneaking into Area 51 portion- since team CIRRRRH's course of entry is fairly straightforward. Noah's presence doesn't make much of a difference to how it would play out; the majority of them throw their rocks and run, Owen gets lasered over the fence and Owen-napped, ect ect.

When both teams have managed to make their way into the Black Box Warehouse, Noah immediately suggests they should prioritise rescuing Owen. Tyler's quick to agree, since he's a firm believer in the "no man left behind" mentality (and he probably makes a not-so-subtle jab towards Noah for his chance of tune compared to London, where both he and Owen did leave Tyler behind) leaving Duncan and Alejandro to split from the group- Duncan in search of Gwen, and Alejandro just takes the opportunity to finally be free from his 'incompetent teammates' and prioritises finding an artifact.

Noah and Tyler come across the contraption Owen's trapped in, Tyler punches it in a futile effort to break it open, and the face hugger cube drops into Noah's hands. This is where the point of divergence comes into play; Tyler has his E.T. moment with one of the face huggers, but Noah- who's a tad bit more observant than Alejandro, and used to dodging surprise attacks from his various older siblings (and Izzy)- anticipates his own face hugger attack and promptly starts a game of cat-and-mouse with a taser alien hot on his heels.

The commotion of which attracts the rest of his team. Alejandro and Duncan arrive on the scene to see Tyler being electrocuted by an alien and Noah running in circles evading another.

Duncan attempts to rip the face hugger from Tyler's face, finding success at the cost of sending Tyler trampling into Owen's captive contraption (essentially taking Alejandro's canonical place in this scene) and inadvertently freeing Owen.

Meanwhile, Alejandro swipes up the nearest box he can find and snags the alien chasing Noah, who's still very loudly panicking as he flees, and succeeds! The alien is swiftly captured into the box, netting team CIRRRRH their artifact, and Noah promptly goes careening into the nearest tower of junk in his face hugger-fuelled hysteria. This causes another box to topple from the peak of the tower, landing directly on Noah's head and spilling its contents onto the bookworm- glass vials filled with a mysterious, luminescent cobalt blue liquid shatter into pieces drenching Noah in whatever they contained. (i.e. truth potion.)

Owen has his false-amnesia moment, characterised by his Joker makeover, and Alejandro enacts his revenge post-hypnotic suggestion after being addressed as "Al" one too many times.

Noah, understandably, swiftly objects to Owen's treatment and demands that Alejandro snap him out of it. Alejandro concedes, and Owen's brought back to himself. At least, for a moment, before the fatigue of having his mind messed with sends Owen into near-catatonia (the same as canon), meaning he has to be ferried through the Warehouse and back to the Jet by Alejandro and Duncan.

Things carry on canonically from there; Noah's just sort of there for the most part, though there'd be a minor hint to his newfound proclivity for honesty. Something along the lines of him giving an uncharacteristically honest answer to Owen as to who he's voting- Tyler, of course, since he was the one who ultimately threw the challenge for them... and also because Tyler still holds some resentment towards Noah for what happened in London, and Noah feels guilty about it every time he looks at the jock. Wait, why did he say that?

Sometime between this and the elimination scene, Noah wipes the truth-goop off of himself, but not before the effects have already started.

Tyler's voted out, yada yada yada.

The Jet:

Thus begins the start of "Picnic at Hanging Dork". Team CIRRRRH, consisting of just Alejandro, Duncan, Owen and Noah, are slumming it up in the Economy Cabin. Alejandro tries to rally his team by asking how to break apart Courtney and Heather's tentative co-operation. Owen suggests having Alejandro seduce Heather, since it worked for both Bridgette and Leshawna. Duncan makes his "Babe Olympics" comment. Noah pipes up that playing with someone's feelings is pretty scummy, even for someone competing for a million dollars.

Alejandro takes Noah's reluctance towards his methodology poorly; he hadn't spoken up before, when Alejandro had utilized the same strategy against other girls- and even Owen noticed that, so surely Noah did too- so why was he to outwardly against him using the same tricks? Duncan agrees, and offers ''his'' idea of having Alejandro flirt with Courtney to throw both her and Heather off their games (since Heather has an obvious crush on Alejandro), and things follow canon.

Then, the scene between Alejandro and Courtney happens. Noah scoffs at the display from the side lines, prompting Owen to ask him why he's so against Alejandro's plan.

"I mean, you never said anything before, when he flirted with Bridgette and Leshawna." Owen comments, light-hearted in nature but with an underlying questioning tone.

Noah's eyes flicker with a cobalt glow, easily mistaken for a trick of the light, and he speaks without even thinking.

"Yeah, because I was trying to give him the benefit of the doubt. Bridgette was happenstance, and Leshawna's whole deal could've been a coincidence, or some massive misunderstanding. But this?" Noah extends an accusing hand out towards a smug looking Alejandro, then pans it over to a flattered Courtney, "He's outright toying with Courtney's feelings after she was cheated on in front of an international audience. It's scummy."

Owen nods in understanding, momentary contemplation evident in the pouted curve of his lips, and he chimes in.

"Does that mean you don't like Al?"

"I never said that."

"Well, how do you feel about him, then?"

Again, a flash of blue light against the hickory backdrop of Noah's eyes, and he responds thoughtlessly.

"I guess I have mixed feelings about him. On the one hand, he's slippery, like an eel dipped in grease, swimming in motor oil. He's like if you took all of the worst aspects of Heather, wrapped them up in a pretty package, and gave them social skills..." He holds his hands out before him in a scale-like manner, with the left tipped downwards and tie right raised by his chin. Then, the two hands swap positions.

"And on the other hand, he's brilliant. I've never met anyone as talented as Alejandro; he's smart, he's athletic, he's funny. It's almost unfair just how perfect everything about him is- even his face is perfect. It's ridiculous! Infuriating, even. It's so hard to dislike him, even when I know he's bad news, but that doesn't mean I trust him."

Owen stands slack jawed beside his best friend, both impressed and stunned at the raw honesty of Noah's tirade. Noah, now a little more aware of himself, realises that he's said more than he intended to- more than he thinks he's ever spoken in one go throughout the entirety of Total Drama. He's not usually one for speeches, after all, let alone honest ones.

He's always been the type to play his cards close to his chest, so why...?

"I, uh, didn't mean to go off like that."

And he also didn't mean to admit it, either. What was going on?

The look Owen gives him is, in a word, vivid. The blonde has a shit-eating grin stretching across his face, a sort of elated smugness practically glowing from his features.

"Sounds like someone has a cruuuush!~"

What? No? No! Not at all, where would Owen even get that idea?!

Noah splutters to correct Owen's assumption (to disastrous results, because he does sort-of has a crush on Alejandro, so the truth potion doesn't allow him to outright deny it), and in his preoccupied state he misses how a calculating pair of sage green eyes never seems to stray from him.

Alejandro has a lot to think about in regards to a certain cynic, it seems.

#I'd like to apologise for taking this idea and running with it. #Cutting myself off here before I breach 2k+ words or else I'll be here all day. #Sort of entered actual Writing Mode at the end there instead of Outline Mode but this idea is. So Full Of Potential I couldn't help myself. #But from here it'd basically be Alejandro using his newfound knowledge of Noah's crush on him to his advantage. #Whilst Noah's doing his best (and failing) to deny that he has any feelings for Alejandro. #Eventually leading to the two of them having a Bonding Moment where Alejandro gets Noah to divulge some personal information. #And in turn- or an effort to garner some trust (to be abused later)- Alejandro also lets himself be vulnerable towards Noah. #Something something Alejandro tries to use Noah as a pawn but ends up catching feelings of his own. #Then of course the potion wears off and Noah goes back to being just as prickly and standoffish as he was before. #A point of conflict maybe? Imagine bearing your soul out to someone only for them to close themself off to you not even days afterwards. #...Also imagine being practically forced to divulge information about yourself to someone you don't trust because of a truth potion. #Oh yeah. That's some good angst material right there. #Especially is you have Alejandro be- if not fully aware- than at least suspect that Noah's not being agreeable on his own terms. #Anon why have you given me The Thoughts?? I can't keep brainstorming AUs when I already have fics to work on!! #ophe's ranting in the tags again #total drama #td noah #td alejandro #team chris is really really really really hot #alenoah #-ish #silly ideas #other's ideas #long post #replies #kinda drafty in here (posts from the drafts)

[frikatilhi]

A kid singing Cha Cha Cha on Santa's Hotline on 24.12.2023

Happy holidays!

#käärijä #it made me laugh so I couldn't help myself #joulupukin kuumalinja #usually they sing christmas songs #and the piano lady tries to accompany them #this is how ubiquitous he is

[dandelionandkrindle]

HARLEY and IVY | Harley Quinn: The Animated Series – ‘A Thief, A Mole, An Orgy’

#harlivy #harley x ivy #harley quinn: the animated series #harley quinn spoilers #hqtasedit #dcedit #tried to keep this to 5 gifs but i couldn't help myself #they just have so many scenes together #i'm so used to giving and now i get to recieve.gif

[bylertruther]

not to be too real but since we're talking about it... we always talk about will feeling lonely which is fair, but... it is such an Ugly, isolating, and genuinely heart-wrenching feeling to be the odd one out in your family, and to watch them treat others who aren't related to you the way you wish they would treat you, to watch them perform their familial roles with them and not you.

nancy's the only person in his family that mike could talk to, the only person that has the same trauma and would understand, and yet... he can't. they don't ever talk unless it's to be snippy and bite. nancy spends more time caring about max and will than she does mike, her own little brother.

holly is too young for him to bond with like that. she's just barely a kid, one that still needs to be cared for.

his mom tries her best, but he doesn't feel comfortable being vulnerable with her. considering the fact that she did everything "right" according to society's standards and married their dad of all people, i doubt he feels comfortable showing her who he really is. he lets her hug him when he's at his lowest, but we don't see them actually connecting.

his dad is just some ghost that haunts his house. he doesn't care about mike or think highly of him at all. the only times we've seen him pay mike any attention are when he belittles his interests, mocks him, punishes him, or shuts him down by telling him to listen to his mother. the only support he gets from him is financial in nature.

meanwhile, everyone else has a family they can turn to. dustin, despite lying to his mother to keep her out of his shenanigans, seems to have a decent relationship with her. even if he doesn't, he still has steve and robin. lucas is shown to have a healthy relationship with his parents and erica. will and el have their family.

max's situation is different, but she has the backing of the party; people that love her and actively try to help her and pull her back into the world of the living. she isn't thrust into a leadership role that doesn't allow for vulnerability. she has nancy who is willing to fight monsters for her, el who literally performed a miracle for her, and lucas who has stood by her since the beginning.

and mike... well. he has will back now, sure, but... things have been different between them for a long time now, even if they're both trying their best to be how they were before. and before then, will obviously was in california, not returning his calls or reaching out, making mike feel like he'd lost him for good.

so... all that being said, it's not that surprising that mike is the way he is: riddled with abandonment issues, wanting to be needed, immediately apologizing whenever he dares to open up, inclined to give others the protection and comfort no one's ever given him, prone to jealousy and possessiveness, unable to be completely and wholly honest about what troubles him, not exactly the most open to new people, and someone with appallingly low self-esteem.

you know how they say people that are drowning don't always look like they're drowning? that's mike.

#mike #mine #wheeler #mike analysis #byler #i can't think abt him for longer than two seconds bc then i make myself sad lol <3 #will's story is fucked up but at least he has people that love him and help him and SEE him and that he feels comfortable being his #true self with. but mike? :/ sigh. #mike just bottles it up and overcompensates / gets his mind off of it by caring for someone else. #like in the van scene when he's opening up to will and then immediately tries to deflect bc he thinks it's not important. #like... mike... you ARE important. you're feelings aren't stupid. you aren't some worthless loser with nothing to offer people. #the way that he talks about himself and the lack of support he has in his life is like ... actually so fucking sad lmao! #bc he spent all that time with el and sent her all those letters and yet they never actually got to know each other. it wasn't anything of #value. it was just company. and he had will but things started changing and mike felt like will was pulling away from him. then they both #moved across the country and he tried to call will all those times but couldn't reach him. and then will never reached out first so he just #straight up felt like he'd lost will. and the remaining party members are great but like mike says they aren't will. so he was just alone. #bites my own hand bites my own hand bites my own hand bites—

[goryhorroor]

horror monsters + their actors

#i did with one with universal monster so i tried to do some like that weren;t #yeah theres like 3 or three universal horror monsters but i couldn't help myself #horror #horror movies #max schreck #nosferatu #lon chaney #the phantom of the opera #alan ladd #island of lost souls #john barrymore #dr. jekyll and mr. hyde #the hunchback of notre dame #the fly #carroll borland #mark of the vampire #paul wegener #the golem #filmedit #horroredit #moviesedit #cinema #david hedison

[mytypeofdistraction]

#jack white #i tried but i couldn't help myself #he is a diva

[copper-skulls]

POV: the romance-repulsed aro has been handed a valentines card but is too much of a pushover to say no to filling it in

also: the guy <3

#digital art #pixel art #aseprite #i couldn't help myself sorry #gaster #undertale #fanart #two deaths related drawings #i tried to hit close to the DR style but not. TOO hard. still just chilling here #i COULD do obnoxious amounts of style analysis on utdr sprites. i don't want to though

[mrs-monaghan]

Y’all, the level of jikook this year.. we might be starving for weeks and months on end but then one of them drops a bomb and leaves us speechless 😳🤯 i’m not ready for what they could share after MS i swear this glass closet is going to be even more transparent dayuuum good for them!!

I hear u anon. But I'm over here giggling at the Jikook karma. 🤭

I vaguely seem to remember something about JK appearing in V's album?

You-know-who just couldn't shut up about tkk promoting together.

Something about Bon voyage Taekook?

Then there was another thing about JK reacting and hyping all of Layover?

And let's not even get started on how much they gloated that Jkk weren't seeing eo only for that narrative to be thrown out the window 😂 And boy was it thrown out!

I feel like this list is longer but that would just make me hella petty.

Anygays, there's that Jikook what?

#bahahahahahahahaha! #jikook karma #i tried #but i couldn't help myself #ask shaz #bts ask #the shade #Taekook is not real #jikook #kookmin #minkook #jimin and jungkook #bts #jimin #jungkook

[steakout-05]

//ableism mention tw

ok just gonna say something really quick: i absolutely hate Abe's characterisation in the reboot of Clone High because it is nothing like how he acted in season 1 and it just. isn't funny. they've turned this good-intentioned but flawed loser kid who just wants to be like the original Abraham Lincoln but doesn't know how to, into a self-centered and arrogant asshole who literally almost said a horrible ableist slur twice in the first episode. like. i'm being serious, he almost says the R-slur twice in the same minute and i dunno about you but i really don't find it very funny when a) the only "joke" behind it is "oh look at how bad Abe is compared to the more progressive sensitivities of the new generation of clones, isn't he just terrible", and b) they felt the need to completely rewrite a pre-existing character that fans are already attached to to do something against his own morals for the sake of a shitty joke, and c) TOPHER WAS RIGHT THERE!!! isn't he supposed to be the asshole or am i missing something?? like...

i'm not saying you can't have "edgy" or "dark" comedy or whatever, but personally, i don't find it very funny when a character that actually means quite a lot to me and is one of my favourites is twisted and rewritten into an arrogant asshole in an apparent attempt to appeal to the people who hate Abe for his flaws in the original show. especially when he's rewritten to be someone who would say a slur that's literally been used against my fellow disabled peers, myself included. it just feels... wrong. it actually hurts a lot to see a character i once loved and found to be one of the funniest and most important characters in the show be turned into an arrogant dick, with barely any thought or meaning put into him. i don't like what they did with the rest of the OG cast as well (such as Joan making a complete 180 in her entire character, JFK's character assassination, the removal of Gandhi, Cleo barely being in it etc.), but to me, they did Abe the dirtiest in this season and i'm really disappointed that one of my favourite shows had to continue like this :(

#clone high #abe lincoln #rant #sorry this post is a little heavier than what i usually post on here but i just felt like i really needed to say this #abe from clone high is actually quite an important character to me and i'm still upset that he's been written so poorly in season 2 #like he's a silly parody of a teen drama protag but honestly i think his struggles in the original series are actually really meaningful #like he's a little shy and doesn't exactly know how to express his ideas in the best way but wants to help and i just think that's so real #especially as someone who struggles with that myself #he has so much pressure to live up to the OG abraham lincoln and he really wants to be like him and tries but doesn't get it #i mean he even says something like that in episode 2 when joan and gandhi come to see him in his room and that's really relatable #so to see him so horribly misinterpreted as a selfish asshole really hurts me. #they've essentially done the thing where a fandom will tear apart the neurodivergent coded character #and write them off as selfish and arrogant and completely misinterpret everything about them #not saying that Abe is written to be neurodivergent but you get my point #it's kinda like that #he's relatable to me as an autistic person and a lot of his struggles are similar to what the autistic community experiences #also i'm sad that gandhi had to get removed because he's important to me too #he's actually one of my favourite ADHD reps on tv i've seen and he's just really funny #i know he was removed because people in India got offended and they probably don't wanna cause another incident like that again #but still it's such a shame he couldn't be included because he was a great character #also slightly unrelated but i think turning characters into a moral debate it stupid and often results in stuff like this happening #ableism mention #tw ableism mention

[howlinghound11]

Presenting:

My very first AU: Welcome Home Scooby AU

Lmao i already gushed about it on the original post but it's still so funny to me, imagining the neighbors in like classic scooby doo hijinks lol

I just had to draw the gang all together and make it all pretty!

Here's the original post btw! (I forgot to link it) also the full colors are in the notes of that post

#lol i imagine this as just being like a one off bit rather than like a whole au but its still so funny #bc the story i have in my head would probably just be like an episode long #ill get around to drawing it all probably maybe lol #im just real slow at drawing and then transferring into my drawing app and coloring #it took me so long to make this lol #and i found out my drawing app doesn't have a symmetry tool which would've been REAL helpful for drawing Home and his design #its all a little off even the gangs proportions #but i tried #i had to stop working on it bc i kept going in and making little changes for a day or two i had to stop myself lol my app couldn't take it #just did a simple background too #anyway! #i wont fill up the tags completely lol #i would love feedback! #and any questions too! please! #ill have to remember to link the original post where im talkin about the designs and stuff #ok! #welcome home #welcome home au #welcome home scooby au #like man i do not wanna tag all the characters rn #scooby doo au #my posts #my arts #forgot to link the og post until after i got a bit of activity tch #i guess its ok

[catkin-morgs-kookaburralover]

feeling weird mixed feelings atm and I can't really logic them away, ig? on the one hand I'm completely apathetic about it. on the other hand there's a part of me that's absolutely horrified that I could do something like that. the fact that it's still a consistent low-level pain the whole time also doesn't help. anyway those kinds of thoughts are then making me want to harm again to cope with them but also a) it's manageable and b) I currently have a deep horror of self-inflicted pain after the last few days apparently.

#more specific blatherings in the tags so im gonna get them below the read more in case anyone doesn't want to read it #tw sh #because yes this is about the last few days and im gonna add a few more words to get the rest below the read more #the fact that while they aren't as deep as i've ever gone before they are unquestionably in volume far exceeding any #before. not that i count at the time or anything but there are at least sixty new cuts from the last week so no wonder it's painful #but yeah it's just. an interesting emotional feeling once the pressure that triggered them is gone #i don't know i don't understand myself really #glad i have a psych appointment monday really #if i didn't have one booked i'd probably be booking one about now #also bothered by how visible the ones on my wrist are going to be. #hopefully the redness will go away soon bc i don't think they're quite healed yet #teatree oil is helping tho so hopefully they won't be TOO obvious #the location means that yeah they will be visible but hopefully not too too much #and after all i have only for-sure hit the fat layer twice. maybe a few other times. there are a couple taking ages to heal atm #so they might've idk. and i haven't gone any deeper than that #honestly with the wrist ones the fact is that it was blunt and i couldn't #sharpen it at hte time. perhaps tmi but yeah this may have saved my life and or my hand function #but i might be overstating it. anyway apparently that was three weeks and one day ago?? wow #guys that entire day i was convinced i wasn't going to live to see the morning. the WHOLE DAY #i literally have a commie newspaper on my desk currently because they tried selling it at uni and i was so existential i was just like. #'what is life. what is money. who cares' and bought it. see this is the funny story i referred to. i can elaborate #personal #puddleglum hours #tw suicide

[fissions-chips]

tether

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When Tim makes an intriguing discovery in the back of Jon’s closet, it leads to a discussion- and a new interest.

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(discussion of nsfw, but no explicit nsfw)

  “Eh, Timmy! Could you grab my tie for me?” 

   Tim turned his face from the mirror, fingers nonetheless continuing to comb through his raven-dark hair, tidying the locks into a smoother look more appropriate for the gala he would be attending tonight. Pausing a moment to straighten out his collar, he called back. 

   “Which one?” 

   For a moment, there wasn’t an answer- then, the face of Jon Spiro appeared in the bathroom doorway, the man silhouetted against the smooth marble furnishings. Tim could see a number of necklaces clutched in his hand, the gold links quietly clattering and shifting about as Jon seemed to mull it over, fingers idly tapping on the wooden doorframe.

   “Uh… do you think it’d be too much if I said one of the gold ones?” 

   Craning his neck, Tim took in his partner’s outfit- mostly white, as it always was, ghost-pale jacket and pants, his earrings halfway in. He seemed to be in the middle of picking out the rest of his jewelry, a process that took a considerable amount of time, given the volume of his collection of pieces to choose from- all of them gold. His dress shirt was a light, robin’s egg blue, however, and Tim thought about it for a moment. 

   “Hmm… I don’t think so. Let me see what I can find.” 

   Abandoning his position by the bedroom mirror, he made his way into the larger of Jon’s two closets, this one lined with countless white-to-near-white suits, coats and other dress attire. When Tim had first seen it, he had laughed- Jon was well-known for his preference for a pale suit, but the man hadn’t expected it to make up nearly all of his clothing. In time he had come to learn there were different shades, some warm and some cool, varying by the season and whatever Jon decided to pair them with- his dress shirts, vests and ties brought some color into the closet, and Tim knew his ‘home’ clothes had a bit more variety, but it still seemed slightly comical in his mind. He hardly had to turn the lights on, for god’s sake- the pale fabrics practically glowed in the dark.

   Crouching, Tim winced at the small thud his prosthetic made against the floor, brushing aside some of Jon’s winter coats. There, he found the dresser that contained the man’s dress shirts and ties. 

   Tim began to rummage through, trying his best to keep things tidy as he went- Jon insisted on folding his own laundry, his put-away clothing lacking the sharp lines and creases of the Fowls’ own, folded by a Butler’s hand. Jon insisted on some autonomy from others’ service- as he picked up and peered at each tie, Tim wondered if that was simply one of the many differences between the world of old money and the new. The hard part was simply finding what he was looking for: most of Jon’s ties were darker colors, bright pinks or purples to match with his vests. 

   Catching sight of a metallic gleam at the furthest corner of the drawer, Tim reached out, startling when his fingers brushed cool metal instead of silken fabric. Lifting a brow, Tim reached further in, hooking his fingers around the object and pulling it free, a small clatter filling the air as he did. 

   Oh.

   Tilting his head, Tim looked down at the collar hooked upon his hand. The strap was of perfect white leather, unscuffed and unmarked, and not particularly thick- running his fingers along the inside, however, Tim found it had been lined with a softer fabric. Evenly spaced around its outer side were small, golden studs, glittering in the dim closet. They matched with the solid buckle, what he had originally spotted. Running his finger over one of the studs, Tim found them to be true, solid gold, giving it a heavier feel in his hand than one would expect for a simple dog’s collar. Even the stitches were of glittering, gilded thread. This is exceptionally well-made. 

   “-im. Tim!” 

   The raven-haired man startled as Jon’s voice suddenly broke through his thoughts, heavy footsteps sounding against the bedroom carpet as his partner leaned into the closet, the distinct clinking and clattering of his gait signaling that he’d finally picked his jewelry pieces for the evening. “Did you happen to find that tie-“ 

   “I didn’t know you had a dog.” Tim interrupted, turning his head to find Jon’s eyes stretched wide, his mouth slightly slack-jawed as he stared down at the object held in Tim’s hands. His gaze flickered to Tim’s face, and then back again- the other man watched as Jon’s face flushed scarlet. 

   Oh. Sudden understanding struck him like a bolt of lightning. 

   “Oh my god,” Jon muttered- one hand lifted to cover his face, a strangled little laugh slipping through his fingers, sounding a little more like hysteria that humor. “Fuckin’ hell.” 

   “Uh-“ Tim found himself stammering, his own face warming as sudden, sharp awkwardness filled the small room. “Would I be… incorrect in assuming this is yours, then?”

   For a moment, neither moved or spoke- Tim’s question hung in the air unanswered, the raven-haired man settling back on his heels and turning his gaze pointedly to the wall. He heard Jon let out a long, quiet sigh from behind his hand. 

   “…Yeah. Yeah, it’s mine.” 

   Clicking his tongue, Tim looked down again at the collar, fighting the urge to turn it in his hand and observe it more closely. At another glance, he could see now that it was built to be comfortable, the padded fabric of the interior and the lack of a breakaway suggesting it was, indeed, not for an animal. He tilted his head in though. 

   Tim wasn’t a prude, certainly not- he’d heard of this sort of thing before, but it had never really crossed into his own realm of experience, even rough as he liked it. In all truth, he’d just never really given the concept much thought. A collar begets a leash, he mused. What must that be like?

   Turning his head, he could see the flush to Jon’s features had even reached the tips of his ears, the man still hiding his face from view. His brow furrowed at the thought of the other man’s embarrassment at his hand, however accidentally. “I had no idea- forgive me.” 

   Jon was silent for another moment, before Tim heard him mutter something, slowly lowering his hand from his face. “It’s not your fault,” he sighed, leaning against the doorframe as he looked firmly at the floor. “I had no idea that thing was still in there- I haven’t seen it in years. Sorry.”

   Hmm? Tim blinked back at him. In years?

   “You’ve nothing, really, to be sorry about.” He said with a small shrug. “I’ve just… learned something new. That’s all.” 

   Tim waited quietly for Jon to turn away, or snatch the collar out of his hand, or even just to ask about finding a gold tie again. It wasn’t like the man to linger on a topic too long, particularly not something he found embarrassing. Instead, however, he found that Jon didn’t move, his gaze still locked onto the carpeted floor. His expression was one of deep thought, arms absentmindedly crossed in front of his chest, one hand fiddling with one of his rings, spinning it in his fingers. 

   It was unusual for his partner, and so, despite himself, Tim found himself asking- 

   “Would you… like to talk about it?” 

   Jon stiffened. “Huh?” Finally lifting his head from the floor, his stare focused on Tim’s own. “Why would I want to talk about it?” 

   Tim blinked back at him, before looking back to the collar in his hands. “You seem to be thinking quite a bit,” he answered smoothly. For a moment, he tried to picture the pressure of it around his own throat, being clipped by a lead to someone’s hand. The thought brought with it a quiet flicker of warmth in the pit of his stomach, sparking his interest further. “And… I’m a little curious, myself.” 

   Jon’s brow furrowed further, and Tim was once more pulled from his thoughts by the realization that he was likely overstepping. It was hidden away- I doubt he wanted anyone to find it. Embarrassment of his own filled his chest, and Tim looked away.

   “Or, I- nevermind. I’ll put it back-“

   “Give it here.” 

   Tim paused as the shadow across him shifted- looking up, he found Jon with arm outstretched, hand open and waiting. Without thought, he handed over the collar, Jon hooking one finger through the ring on its front and looking down at it. He tilted his head, chewing his lip for a moment, brow still furrowed- then, he straightened, reaching out once again to Tim, still crouched on the floor. 

   Suddenly aware of the growing ache in his bad leg, Tim took his hand gratefully and was pulled upright, Jon briefly steadying him with a hand to his arm before he pulled away. 

   With that, Jon walked out of the closet, the loop of leather still hooked in his hand- Tim followed, watching as the other man sat on the edge of the bed before glancing up to look him in the eye. 

   “If you’re going to ask about it, I’d rather you just do it. It’s better than either of us just sitting on it.” 

   Tim winced. “Really, we don’t have to- you don’t really seem in the mood to answer anything at the moment.” 

   Jon sighed again- Tim watched as his fingers flexed, twisting into the fabric of the duvet beneath him. “It’s…” He started, voice stretched thin like a wire pulled taut. “It’s fine, I promise. I’m just surprised- I thought I threw that out.” 

   “…How come?” 

   Tim’s voice was quiet, gentle- when he had first realized what he had discovered, the raven-haired man had simply thought it an awkward moment. Something in the uncertainty in Jon’s face, however, suggested there was more going on here. He was curious, yes- that little spark of interest still twisted in his stomach at the thought of being leashed, of Jon being leashed… but it wasn’t truly worth the other man’s discomfort. 

   Despite the tension weighing thick in the air, however, after a moment, Jon dipped his head. “It’s something I used to like, yeah- getting clipped to a leash, collar, all that. Y’know what I’m like- that kinda thing feels good to me. It feels… intimate…” His voice trickled off, like he was trying to find the word. 

   “…Vulnerable?” 

   Jon startled, Tim’s suggestion taking him by surprise. Still, after a second of thought, he nodded, necklaces clattering as he moved. 

   “Yeah. Vulnerable. I liked that part. It felt good to be… I don’t know, tethered? Something about it kept me rooted in my own skin for a little while. Being told what to do, directed, not having to think for myself for once- it was good.” 

   As he spoke, however, his eyes darkened slightly. Jon looked down at the collar still held in his fingers, turning it over and over in his hands, running his fingers over the studs. 

   “But after a little while, I started to realize that everyone else… didn’t really feel the same way. It wasn’t about the closeness of it.” Tim watched as a look of frustration briefly flickered over Jon’s face, his lip curling slightly. “It was just novel- Jon Spiro, criminal billionaire and enemy of all, dragged around on a fuckin’ chain. People found it funny.” 

   The look of anger then shifted, Jon’s voice growing a little quieter- one hand crept up to his throat, idly rubbing at the space beneath his jaw. “And I guess it was kinda funny, maybe, but they were fuckin’ rough about it- and I didn’t want to be choked and shit. I didn’t know these people. I was just hooking up, half of em’ were my enemies at some point or another.” Dropping the collar beside him on the bed, Jon began to fiddle with his bracelets instead, spinning them around and around his wrist, the gold catching the light and glittering. 

   “At some point, it clicked that it wasn’t really… safe, to keep doing. I had more people who wanted to kill me than people who I’d call ‘friends’ and suddenly it just wasn’t fun anymore. It just felt stupid.” Jon swallowed, then, staring down at the floor with wide, unblinking eyes. 

   “It-it wasn’t what I wanted. I’m not a dog.”

   His throat dipped, a small shift in the shadows of his jaw warning Tim that Jon had begun to grind his teeth. Ice-white eyes softened as the man stepped forward, slow and quiet, seating himself on the bed next to the other and offering his hand- without a word, Jon leaned into his open palm, eyes falling shut as he accepted the touch without complaint. 

   “No, you’re not,” Tim murmured. His other hand took Jon’s in his own and gently pried his fingers open, slotting them between his own. Jon’s thumb ran along the edge of his palm, the man heaving another quiet sigh. “Of course you’re not. Forgive me- I didn’t mean to dredge up bad memories, dear.”

   “It’s not your fault,” Jon answered in kind, his voice rumbling against Tim’s open palm. He could feel the brush of earrings against his fingers, of necklaces against his wrist. “It’s been years- things are different now.” 

   Now, I have you. Even unsaid, Tim understood. 

   For a moment, neither moved- then, Jon let out a thoughtful hum. When Tim glanced up, he saw that same flicker of uncertainty across his face, the man’s voice quiet when he spoke again. 

   “…M’ not…opposed to trying it again.” 

   His words were half-muffled against Tim’s palm- nonetheless, the raven-haired man’s eyes widened slightly, his own head tilting. His brow furrowed. 

   “If you wanted.” 

   Jon nodded. “If I wanted,” he repeated.  One eye opened a little, meeting Tim’s own. “Might be nicer this time. I trust you.”

   Sudden emotion crept up in Tim’s throat, and the raven-haired man glanced away. “An honor.” He replied. 

   Straightening, he looked down at the collar left discarded on the bed between them- idly, he picked it up, running his fingers over the leather once more. Fiddling with the buckle a bit, Tim unfastened it, stretching the leather out and admiring the way the golden studs caught the light. Desperate to dispel some of the tension still hanging in the air between them, he spoke. 

   “Where did you get this? It’s very well-made.” 

   Jon stirred. “Hmm? Oh- it’s custom. I know a guy.” A flicker of a grin danced across his face, brief vanity glittering in Jon’s eyes as he gave Tim a look. “You think I’d put anything like that around my neck that wasn’t hand-made just for me, eh?” He snapped his teeth in a quick little laugh, high and cricket-like. “That’ll be the day.” 

   The laugh trickled off slightly as he took in the way Tim was staring at the collar in his hands, eyes half-lidded, but focused with pinpoint precision on each stitch and stud. Blinking owlishly, Jon started when Tim spoke again. 

   “What’s it like? Wearing it, I mean.”

   Tim, absentmindedly, began lifting his hands, intending to settle it around his own neck and fasten it- instead, however, he found it plucked from his fingers by Jon’s own. He looked up to find the other man slowly fastening it around his throat. His hands fastened it without looking with practiced ease- there was only the slightest hesitation of movement as he slipped it through the buckle. 

   “Look-“ Getting Tim’s attention, Jon held up two fingers and slipped them beneath the collar’s edge, flat against his throat. “Two fingers. No tighter.” Jon’s gaze was not on Tim’s own- he looked away, nonetheless continuing to speak as the other man shifted closer. 

   “The inside’s padded to make it comfortable, but you still need some breathing room. Other than that, it just kinda sits there.” Setting his thumb against one of the studs, Jon gave the collar a little push, spinning it around his neck with a small clinking sound. “And that’s pretty much it. After that point it’s up to whatever you want to do with it… ta-da.” He waved one hand in a small attempt of showmanship. Head bowed slightly, he gave Tim a look. 

   “How’s it look?” 

   Tim tilted his head, looking the other man up and down- ice-bright eyes half-lidded, the man flashed Jon a small smile. “Magnificent as ever- it suits you.” Then, he lifted a brow, the small smile taking on a note of humor. “It matches your outfit.” 

   Eyes widening, Jon barked a laugh, the sound quiet and sharp in the still air between them. “It does! It really-“ He paused, suddenly taking note of Tim’s outstretched hand, the other man leaning close, his gaze locked on the ring looped through the front of the collar. 

   Jon balked- Tim froze, expression shifting to one of apology as he realized what he had been about to do, without thinking. Glancing down, he watched as the other man’s fingers twisted into the duvet beneath them. Sudden awkwardness seized him, and Tim leaned back. “I…” 

   “It’s fine.” 

   Jon’s voice had a note of tension to it, thread pulled too sharply and threatening to snap completely- despite this, Tim watched as he turned his head away, moving no closer, but no longer flinching away either. Instead, the man waited patiently, shoulders stiffening at the sensation of Tim’s finger slowly hooking itself around the ring. The collar settled heavier against his neck, but the raven-haired man didn’t pull, and Tim saw a look of surprise flicker across his face.

   Then, slowly, a faint flush crept up his features, some of the tension melting away from Jon’s frame. He took a deep breath, let it out slowly- Tim could feel the slight dip of movement beneath his hand, and a quiet sort of warmth filled his chest and spread, down to the tips of his fingers. He thought, for a moment, of the roles reversed, he himself hooked on Jon’s hand and held there…Oh. I get it now.

   “Why’re you so interested in this anyway?”

   Tim was broken out of his thoughts by the rumble of the other man’s speech- Jon was looking at him now, one brow lifted slightly. Absentmindedly, he had taken Tim’s hand in his own, running his thumb along the fire-marked scarring that etched its way down the side of his palm. He, still, hadn’t pulled away.

   “Hmm? Oh-” Tim blinked back at him. “Well… I did say I was curious. This fascinates me. I’d like one.” 

    Jon stared back at him for a moment. Then, the words sank in, and his eyes widened. “Uh… oh. Oh. Yeah.” He swallowed. “You can get one.” 

   “We could pick up something on our way back?” 

   Jon’s brow furrowed- then, the other man gave him a sharp look. “Timmy, I’m not getting you one from a store.” 

   “But-“ 

   “Babe, no. I’ll get you a nice one, made just for you.” Tim felt a sharp tap against his chest as Jon jabbed a finger at him- then, the same hand drifted upwards, coming to rest at the joint between neck and shoulder. Jon peered at him, as if picturing something.

   “Maybe something with a little crescent moon on it, eh, Artemis? Something fancy- something expensive~”

   Tim hummed, mulling it over. He couldn’t lie- there was a vague appeal to him at the thought of wearing something bought from a store for someone’s hound. Tim didn’t mind the thought completely. But… he liked expensive things. He liked knowing he was expensive- and he knew Jon liked it too.

   “Perhaps.” 

   The other man watched him for a moment, one hand still on Tim’s own, the other resting near his collarbone- then, with a sigh, Jon pulled Tim’s fingers from the collar and stood, beginning to unfasten it. Tim was sorry to see it go. The man flashed him a sharp-toothed grin.

   “Well- least we know now that gold’ll work just fine, eh?”

— — — — — 

   “Jon?” 

   “Hmm?” 

   Tim didn’t turn his head to look at the other, focused instead on fixing his own tie (cobalt blue, to match his vest). Knotting it firmly and tucking it beneath his vest’s edge, he turned and leaned against the bathroom counter, watching as Jon finished his own tie, the metallic gleam of the golden fabric shining dully in the lights from above. 

   “Can I tell Butler?” 

   Jon froze, his fingers pausing mid-tying as his head whipped around, fixing Tim with an incredulous stare. “W-What?” He sputtered. “No!”

   Tim leaned back slightly, but didn’t protest, brows raised as he blinked back at Jon coolly. He didn’t answer, instead turning his gaze back at the far wall, hopping up onto the bathroom countertop. Three…two…

   “…Why?” 

   Tim tilted his head. “Two reasons,” he counted, holding up two fingers and ticking them off as he went. He could tell by the slight flush to Jon’s face that he had piqued his interest. “One, Butler is going to be curious as to where this new interest of mine has come from. I won’t tell, truly, if you’re uncomfortable with it- but he will wonder.” 

   Jon’s expression fell into the sort of half-frown Tim knew to be the other man acknowledging he might be right. “And the other?” He pressed. The red flush to his face sharpened slightly, and the other man knew he had him on a similar train of thought already.

   Tim flashed him a sharp-toothed smile of his own. “Two… Butler has two hands- perfect for two leashes. You and me- am I making my thoughts clear?” 

   “…Fine. Fine.” 

   “You see my vision.” 

   “Yeah, yeah-“ Jon reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone, tapping away at it for a moment- summoning their driver, Tim realized. 

   “C’mon, enough talk- we got somewhere to be.” 

#this was meant to be FUNNY i swear but then it got deep. i couldn't help myself. #nsfw... kinda? its discussion of a kink but nothing actually happens in the fic they just kinda talk #fission’s fics #anyways i hope all the emotional beats land BUT this was fun i wrote over like. a day. the ending's kinda abrupt but i say good enough! #the most unrealistic thing here is that tim hasn't tried it already but shhhh its for the fic