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kosmiccarma · 7 months
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I'll add myself to the pool of ppl who (might delusionally) believe gojo ain't dead dead
#karma.talks#jjk manga spoilers#jjk 236 leaks#listen. I was cackling in the work parking lot this morning looking at the server leaks#1. narratively his death would serve nothing for the plot. and the whole fight wouldn't have moved anything forward#2. head ain't cut off. eyes aren't destroyed. shoko and angel literally still on the same continent. body could be healed easy peasy#3. gojo was saying bye to his dead friends instead of them welcoming him? so he could be goin' off to limbo#or have his second enlightenment hit within the next couple chapters to off sukuna once and for all. and get to kenny#and 4. uhh kenny??? he still exists gege. can't have a fight with him paired with anyone else tbh just wouldn't thematically fit#best of both worlds scenario: kids kill sukuna with gojo's resurrection#gojo goes on to fight kenny. kenny dies by the six eyes and/or infinity once and for all and gojo sacrifices the six eyes and/or infinity#so kenny can no longer body swap and will end the tale of his terror. geto comes back into consciousness for a couple more moments#OR his body is at peace once and for all and THEN gojo dies from wounds / overexertion of his cursed energy#OR gojo lives but remains a normal human w/o the six eyes or limitless. and this is bc he cheated death twice and that's the toll#gege make some of this happen or you've given a good side character a nonsensical death (within the scope of the story and character arc)#give it 10 chapters to see where this goes. if he's dead dead that's a fumble of an ending to their fight and a death scene#btw if anyone wants to talk abt this more just DM me I ain't fighting the tag system over more spoilers
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ladymelisande · 8 months
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I read that... Theory/Google Doc about Metatron rewriting the Book of Life thingy and wow, just wow. What a crack pot, imao. I haven't seen the likes of it since BBC Sherlock theories (that were usually crack pot). Basically 'I didn't like that the characters said this or that so it must be something hidden ans actually rewritten about it because for me it doesn't fee real and the characters can't make decisions that go against my established thoughts of them.' Just say you didn't like the season, mate. It's okay.
It really reads like something someone wrote after watching the season sleep deprived.
The season is not badly written, honey, you just clearly didn't like it.
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mrfoox · 2 months
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How majority of people use fwb: literally an friend you bang
How I treat it: ok sure we can bang, cool. But like tell me about your dreams and hopes and past struggles and how your day was? I'm getting you a glas of juice, I'm cleaning you up after sex. We need to cuddle. Tell me everything about you. I'm kissing your nose, I'm caressing your face, I'm helping you get dressed, I'm-
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isfjmel-phleg · 6 months
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In Young Justice 1998 #19, Secret pulls her friends into the abyss inside her in order to keep them safe during an attack. None of them know it yet, but the abyss is a sort of portal between life and death, and the experience is horrific.
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Not least because it forces these young people to face their mortality.
Secret brings them back out easily, but they're all pretty scarred by what they just went through. Tim, usually the calm and collected leader, is jumpy and on edge. Match (currently impersonating Kon) is even more belligerent than usual. Bart is silent and wide-eyed with shock. Cassie dazedly tries to shrug it off with humor (probably a tactic she's picked up from Kon, who might have had that reaction if he had been there).
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They make it abundantly clear to Secret that they don't want to go back there ever again.
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So it's a test of everyone's fortitude in #48 when Secret opens up the abyss again so that a distraught and desperate Anita can try to retrieve her father. She plunges in without hesitation, not knowing what she's in for there and not really caring either. She's so panicked about losing her father that everything else seems minor by comparison.
Ray follows her immediately. He too has no firsthand knowledge of the horrors of the abyss, but nevertheless this is the ideal mission for him. He does not fear the dark. He was trapped in it for nearly his whole life, and now he is a light in the darkness. It's what Anita needs.
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He stays pretty calm once inside too. He's older than the others, and this isn't his first time confronting his own mortality. So he takes charge and keeps the others safe.
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It doesn't take long for Slo-bo--another newcomer to the abyss--to join either. He who was so ashamed of prioritizing self-preservation on Apokolips apparently has no such instincts when it comes to being there for Anita, with whom he has a special connection. He frames it as not wanting to miss out on a fight, which is what Lobo would have been most interested in. But Slo-bo, reluctant though he may be to admit it, won't let someone he loves face danger alone.
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Besides, what does he have to fear from the abyss? He's dying. He's always known it. He can accept it. He's not having to face anything he doesn't already deal with on a daily basis as his sight gradually dims and his cloned body deteriorates.
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Tim, however, has to be shamed into returning to the abyss. Secret taunts him with something she knows will get to him--his need for knowledge, a point of pride--along with some guilt about how he has treated her. A rather low blow. She's pretty provoked.
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Once there, it's even worse for him this time around. Since then, he's been through near-death experiences on Apokolips, etc. And interestingly enough, he's acquired an ambivalence toward his own life. He doesn't want to die...or does he? He mostly just wants The Horrors to end.
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Meanwhile, Cassie and Kon are ready to follow too. She's the leader now, and it's her job to go boldly into danger. No emotional response--she has long ago committed to the chaos.
Kon has never been to the abyss (as previously noted, Match took the trip for him), but he seems unfazed too. He's had a bit of a death wish practically from the start of his existence, and at this point could it possibly be any worse than anything he's already gone through?
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They don't end up going; another issue comes up that they as the muscle of the team have to resolve. But the willingness is to their credit.
Bart doesn't rejoin the team until the next issue. Good timing. After vicariously experiencing his own death recently, a trauma so great it sent him into temporary retirement, he does not need another trip to the abyss. Even for a good cause.
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Okay... how is it that, having just discovered Dollhouse and sprinted here for a crucial gif fix, that I can't find even one (1) set of Alpha in that tight, highly flattering red tee he was wearing in 1x11???
HOW IS THAT POSSIBLE??
I mean, I can't be the only one who saw THAT, right?? THAT, the muscles, and the shirt, and of course the absolute *chef's kiss* crazy eyes and vicious streak to top it all off?? WHERE ARE THE GIFS I NEED TO MAINLINE THEM RIGHT AWAY DOC
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thefandomstorage · 2 years
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I need y’all to forgive me for what I’m about to say
But I have another Gil-Galad origins crack theory that is so fucking ridiculous that it makes me out of breath laughing but is so interesting that I cannot let it go
Gil-Galad Dragon Theory. Now here me out-
Gil-Galad was originally a dragon who who got turned into an elf to act as a spy for Morgoth but in typical dragon behavior, said “Fuck that, I’m gonna dip and be king. Peace out” and was vibing with elves. Until Sauron’s bitch ass popped up again and asked him wtf he was doing actually being a good king and not spreading chaos and fear like he was supposed to be doing. And in typical dragon behavior with a heavy dose of dragon territorialness and possessive over his kingdom/territory, he snitched on him, and kicked him tf out of his kingdom.
When Sauron kills Celebrimbor, he’s extremely pissed because he really liked that elf and became quite fond of him and how dare he kill him He just lost his best jewel smith who made the best jewelry and one of the few that didn’t try to smother Gil-Galad in gold (he’s not fucking Glaurung! He doesn’t need to be covered in gold! Give him silver! Silver more shiny!). So when it’s time to head to Mordor and face Sauron, Gil-Galad knows that he is not strong enough to defeat him (tbh none of these elves are, he’s seen Sauron when he served Morgoth, he knows what he can do) but fuck it, he’s gonna go out in a blaze of fire and glory like a true dragon. 
And because I’m a dramatic bitch, I’m gonna add some spice to his last moments. He stabs Sauron multiple times, but the spear eventually broke and he gets kicked to the side. When he sees Elendil go down, Gil knows that he needs to make a distraction. So he summons up the last of his strength, knowing that it would kill him and/or destroy his body, and full on body slams Sauron. Really channeling the classic Crazy Ass Finwean energy here. When Sauron finally manages to grab him by the neck and gives him his shit-talking villain monologue while beginning to burn his body, Gil-Galad smiles in his face and says basically the equivalent of “Fuck off” and burst his body into white fire, startling Sauron. Then Isildur chops off Sauron’s hand, takes the ring, yada yada, you know the drill. The End
Or is it?
Does this theory, not even a theory, crack conspiracy, make any fucking sense at all? Hell no
Am I entertained by it? Abso fucking lutely!
Is that all I care about and all that matters at the end of the day? YES!
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i’ve got a villain tier list but not in terms of how good they are or whatever but just in terms of how funny i think they are and mine and masato constantly fight for #1 in my brain
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no-psi-nan · 2 years
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Akechi x Aiura is Incomprehensible x wtf u sayin and I love that for them.
Especially since they would definitely have a whole back catalogue of memes and jokes they'd reference to each other, making their conversations even less intelligible, bless.
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teddybasmanov · 1 year
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Teddy is being very mean to Brad Mercer for five minutes straight [M4A][not ASMR]
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phoenixwrites · 1 year
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Oh my God, you guys need to literally take a media literacy class and acknowledge what the actors themselves said about the scene, Jesus christ.
And maybe get Eddie off this weird pedestal.
Or just fuckin' stay off the tag with your weird bullshit.
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je-suis-problematique · 3 months
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Ash (left) and Asmoday/Asmodeus (right), two pieces I finished today as an attempt to cope with all the stress we're faced with lately. Drawing did help a little, I guess. I'm mostly just happy to be clearing away all the remaining WIPs from our Procreate gallery.
– Kovacs
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yanderenightmare · 3 months
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TW: noncon/dubcon, bullying, reader wears glasses
gn reader
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Thinking about jock bully hunting you down after the bell rings...
You hurry – haphazardously shoving your books and pens into your bag before slinging it over your shoulder – ready to get out before the chimes are even done singing.
Thankfully, it seemed fine for now as you couldn't hear the roaring of buzzing students in the hallway just yet, only your own class packing up their belongings with movements rather lazy compared to yours. 
But you couldn't afford to take your time – even with the free period following the end of your class. You needed to leave before he could find you.
"Where’ you off to in such a hurry, Specs?"
You ought to have knocked on wood before finishing your thought – you admonished yourself with eyes squeezed tightly shut and a punishing bite to your lower lip.
It's funny – you winced – how his voice is so casual, so breezy and laidback, all cool and friendly – funny how it sends such spiky goosebumps down your spine.
You ignore him, trying to squeeze past him – quick and dexterous as you attempt to slip away and disappear out the door – maybe be so lucky to lose him in the crowd.
"Whoa, whoa- you tryna run off on me?" He joked. His large hands held up to block your way. 
You watch the rest of your classmates leave – leaving you to fend for yourself. But you couldn't really blame them… none of you wanted to explain new bruises to worried parents at home.
He was like a shark circling, and if he smelt blood in the water, you were as good as done for. And you were like an open cut.
"Now, what did I do to deserve a disappearing act, huh?" He pouted. His head tilted, blocking out the lights in the ceiling, shadowing his already scary face. 
You nearly squeaked instead of speaking. "Please- I- I-"
"Calm down, will yah?" He dismissed. Flashing you a wide smile – the one that nearly fooled you into believing he was a good and decent guy. "I ain't come to pick on yah…"
You didn't listen. Once again, you bravely tried to push past him with your bag squeezed tightly to your chest – trying to rush to the door.
But his size was like the door itself. Big and squared. Muscly and tough as he blocked your way effortlessly. Though, no less bothered with your insistent attempt at running away from him.
"Now, when I tell you to do something-" He laughed passive-aggressively as his hand reached out to clutch the handle on your bag, yanking you back. "You should perk up and listen, yeah? Use that head of yours for something useful for once."
His knee rode up between your thighs – making you whimper where you stood, caged between his thick arms and the desk behind you.
"Wouldn't wanna make me angry now, do yah?"
His breath tickled your face, and you bowed your head under his gaze – unable to take your eyes off of the veins flexing along his beefy arms as his large hands gripped the table’s edge, sleeves rolled up like usual – the sight of his knuckles whitening, making you queasy with unease.
You tried ducking away once again. "Please, I need to-"
But he just clicked his tongue at the measle effort. Cutting you off yet again. 
"You don't need to do anything but stand here and entertain me." He decided with a voice a bit more biting than before.
You jolted, your eyes round and wide as you looked back up into his glare.
He laughed out a lighthearted chuckle before his hand broke off from marring the desk – scratching the back of his neck with an apologetic smile – serving a small effort at easing your worries where you stood tense and rigid in your place in front of him.
"Thing is…” He started once again, his tone back to normal – or whatever he wanted you to think was his normal. “Coach is gonna kick me off the team if I don’t get my grades in order.” He explained. “So’s thinkin’ since you’re such a good little nerd, you wouldn’t mind helpin’ me out.”
His hand reached out to tickle your chin.
“M’sure havin’ a cute little nerd-tutor like you is exactly what I need.”
Your throat was so tight you thought you might just choke. “I don’t-”
“Good!” He boasted over your pitiful protest. “Since y’got nothin’ better to do, how ‘bout we just head straight for my dorm right now?” He asked – though you knew better than to think it was a question. “Le’me carry that for yah-”
He yanked your backpack from your chest, ripping it out of the tight hug before throwing it over his own shoulder.
“I can carry you too if yah want?” He posed – smirk loud on his face as he placed his large paws at your waist – followed quickly by you shooting your arms forward to shove him off in protest.
But though you thought you’d put in some strength behind it, the boy in front didn’t budge at all. 
He just arched a brow as though asking if that was really all you had. And you hoped dearly he couldn’t see how the stiff muscles of his shredded chest had actually strained your wrists instead.
“What do you say, short stuff?” He leaned in, his breath foggy on your glasses and hot on your cheeks, as his hands clawed themselves into the fat of your waist, pulling you off your feet just a bit.
“N- no, thank you.” You stuttered out, stumbling a bit as you braced yourself against him. Your eyes squished close as you bowed your head away from him in a mix of fear and embarrassment while you suppressed the mortifying feeling of nearly pissing yourself.
But the tall boy realized little of your inner turmoil – rather enjoying it as he scoffed out an amused laugh at you. “A'ight then, come on.”
He yanked you along – his large paw gripping your arm as you struggled to keep up with his long strides. Nearly needing to resort to jogging where you otherwise tripped when the gap between the two of you became so large you had to skip a step or two to catch up – and before you even realized it, you were already standing outside the boy’s dorm waiting for him to find his keys.
He unlocked the door and welcomed you inside with the same grace of a warden showing a prisoner to their cell – with the weight and breadth of his warm hand on the small of your back as he nudged you inside.
The room had an overwhelming dank scent of both bodyspray and sweat and other things you’d only expect to smell in a boy’s locker room.
“Yo.” Came another voice from inside.
“Sup, roomie.” Your bully replied lazily. Grinning at how you gripped his shirt, all but jumping into hiding behind him. 
You’re cute…
“Who’s that you got there?” His friend arched a brow at you, where you peaked at him from behind your bully’s sleeve.
“I’mma need the room.” He announced, not really answering the question.
The roommate then scoffed with a grin, beholding you with slim eyes for a moment, then scoffed once more before he got up to leave.
“Don’t hit the books too hard – Coach’ll have your ass if you don’t bring your A-game later.” He warned, pulling his gym bag up on his shoulder as he excused himself.
You looked around once he was gone, spotting dumbbells and other equipment – and quickly realized how there must be many more muscles beneath his shirt than what you’d already borne witness. 
“So- uhm-” Swallowing the lump in your throat, you awkwardly turned to the boy. “Where're your books?”
Your bully smiled, taking a casual step toward you. “My books?” He asked, nowhere near even trying to sound the least bit genuinely confused.
“Your- uhm...” You paused, feeling uneasy. “Textbooks?”
His smile sharpened. “That’s cute.” He mocked sweetly while buttoning up the small black buttons of his white uniform shirt, giving a flash of those muscles you’d been anxiously anticipating. “You actually thought we were gonna study?”
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BNHA – Bakugou, Kirishima, Shigaraki, Dabi, Hawks
JJK – Sukuna, Geto, Gojo, Naoya, Toji
HQ – Bokuto, Iwaizumi, Sakusa, Miya twins, Tendou, Ukai
AOT – Eren
DS – Akaza, Sanemi
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mrfoox · 2 months
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God, I am such a... Motherly type of person and I don't even try to be it just... I catch myself in the act and I'm like ah... Oh... Hmm
Yes, I basically told Andreas my fwb to come lay on my chest and tell me about his work (vent) and he went on and on as I stroked his hair and nodded along
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areyoudoingthis · 10 months
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I'm so tired of having a mental breakdown every time a totally random and normal thing happens that could have been easily fixed by asking my parents for help
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radiance1 · 2 months
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I have decided to continue this post.
It ain't gonna be much of a story but just me putting out my thoughts okay SO.
Damian walks around Gotham with purpose, why? To find Danny of course, after he was finally allowed out of the manor after he healed from their last encounter as Robin and Killer Croc's little follower. He finds Danny where he would normally.
In an alleyway.
They enter their usual song and dance, Danny throwing attacks and Damian redirecting, blocking and occasionally sending back one of his own before Killer Croc just crawls from a nearby sewer. Waylon questions why Damian keeps coming back to fight his nibling, and how Bruce Wayne just lets him go off to do what he's doing now.
Damian does not respond, instead he asks for Killer Croc's permission to take Danny out for today, leaving both mutants (He isn't quite sure if Danny is a mutant, but he has enhanced strength so, maybe) quite surprised. Killer Croc is a bit hesitantly, mostly because he doesn't want Danny out of his sight, but he also thinks it would be good for him to go out and interact with kids his age more.
Even if it's a rich kid.
So he agrees, and Danny gets to go along with Damian for the day and Damian? He doesn't know what to do actually, he came in fully prepared for a refusal and didn't plan that far.
So he takes Danny to a dog park. Then they get ice cream, and then he finds himself chiding Danny over his form and then they're now talking about animals.
And then both Danny and Damian get kidnapped while they were just walking. Which, incredibly rude and Damian doesn't like that he would have to wait for one of his siblings to come save the both of them when they're perfectly capable of its themselves.
But. Well, he has too.
Until Danny seemingly had enough, manages to get himself out of his bindings and throws the first punch, so Damian was obligated to help him at that point. Just as they were about to deal with the last few, Killer Croc busted through a wall and put the fear of Gotham into them.
Then Damian was freed (yes he did fight with his arms bound) he realized it was practically nighttime and he had to go home.
It made a headline, not surprising actually. But they questioned what exactly the relationship Damian, Danny and Killer Crocc had with each other. Not that he actually cared.
He had another, more proper, outing to plan.
Because he wasn't ever going to verbally admit it soon, but he sees Danny as a friend.
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puppykento · 1 month
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fuck about it - older bf!toji x fem!reader [drabble]
a/n: title from the waterparks song of the same name !!
cw: 18+ content, p in v, pet names, very mild degradation, creampie, mating press, brief nipple play
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Toji likes his girlfriend a lot. Seriously, he does. You're sweet - a lot cuter than his normal type. He tends to like them sexier, with long legs and dolled up faces, but you? You drive him crazy with your doe-eyes and bubbly personality.
He's surprised that such a cute girl can pack an attitude like you can. 'Cause you're seriously adorable, but your incessant whining drives him up the wall. You really are lucky you have that puppy-dog look about you because he'd feel a lot less guilty about going so rough on you if you didn't look at him with those pretty eyes of yours.
When you come home from college yapping about this issue, and that - talking his damn ear off, he's had enough. The only thing that ever manages to shut you up seems to be pumping you full of his cum, and he'd gladly provide his cock whenever you got bitchy enough for it. He's tried talking it out before, but it never seems to work. You want him to fuck the argument out of you? Fine. He'd do it gladly.
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He's got you bent in half on the bed, knees pressed to your chest as he presses his thumb down against his tip, slowly pushing it into your drippy cunt with a groan. His hand slips away from his cock as he presses forward, sliding up your body to grope at your tits. You let out the prettiest whine as he pinches and tugs at one of your nipples, watching as all the annoyance drains from your face.
"Such a pretty little slut. Takin' my cock so well, ain't ya princess?" He grunts, instantly picking up the pace until he's bullying his length against your cervix with every thrust, his hips slapping against the fat of your ass.
"Always givin' me so much back talk, but ya get so soaked f'me..." He adds, his brows furrowing as he thrusts his cock into you, both of his hands moving to the backs of your thighs, pressing your knees more firmly against your chest. You're moaning his name, a sound that's got him gritting his teeth as he tries not to blow his load early.
"Bratty slut... so easy to fuck that attitude right out 'f ya." He forces out past his gritted teeth, sucking in a sharp breath as he feels your walls clenching down on his cock, sucking him in. Feels like you're trying to milk him with the way your pussy is gripping onto him. His hand slips down between your legs, rubbing circles into your clit with his thumb. Your back arches, a breathy moan spilling past your lips as you cum, clenching oh-so deliciously around him.
"Fuck, bunny. That's a good fuckin' girl." He groans, sloppily thrusting into you, forcing your release to dribble down your thighs and his balls as slick sounds fill the bedroom. One, two, three more thrusts, and he's burying himself to the hilt, pressing his body weight against you as he goes limp on the back of your thighs, grunting your name as he coats your insides in his cum.
After a few moments, he lets out a sigh and pulls out, flopping onto the bed next to you. He throws an arm over his eyes, going limp against the mattress. "You gonna stop bitchin' at me now?"
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