݁ᛪ༙ 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐒 jason todd’s little freak. afro latina. twenties. monster fucker. writer of darker themes. horror enthusiast.
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"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"

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݁ᛪ༙ 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐒 jason todd’s little freak. afro latina. twenties. monster fucker. writer of darker themes. horror enthusiast.
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"this is my comfort character!" and they actively cause discomfort for everyone they interact with
im just not attracted to anyone or anything ever. until i am.
JASONNNN RAHHHH
this took four hours
nothing scarier than being a fan of a fic and then becoming mutuals with the author. like hi shakespeare. big fan of your fake dating au
if i watch off campus i will not shut up so this is why i haven’t
big ol’ freak.
smut | beefy jason | bulking season continues
jason is about to start going on his diet to reveal the muscles he’d been meticulously building for months. just hiding beneath a layer of delicious pudge you loved dearly.
but secretly, you don’t want him to.
you’d miss the warmth that his body radiates off of him and how secure you felt in his arms at night. how soft his chest was with the extra cushion he’d had, though you loved how strong he felt beneath it all too. or how good he looked in the morning when he’d stretch, and his shirt would raise enough for you to get a look of his abdomen and the happy trail leading to—
“you’re staring again,” he says, snapping you out of it.
“sorry, can’t help it,” sighing as you sit up on your bed, comforter gripped tight in your hands. “i am enjoying the show.”
he makes the same face he always makes, the one that pretends that he’s annoyed but you both know he’s not.
slowly, his resolve crumbles and a smirk emerges as he walks back towards the bed. his hand extends towards you to catch your wrist, fingers wrapping effortlessly around and tugging it up toward his lips. he kisses the back of your hand and stares at you through his half lidded eyes, the whole time.
when you decide you wanted to go to the gym with him, you end up gawking at him the whole time. jason’s got the barbell over his head and benching at least six plates on either side. groaning at the last couple reps while you stand by the mirror ahead of him, dumbbell in your hand doing the worlds slowest bulgarian split squats.
after he wiped his sweat, you notice his gaze on you this time. he moves towards you with some of his own dumbbells and his presence looms over you like a protective shield. it wasn’t even leg day for him, but he always stays near you like a human barrier. jason starts to work in with you, the weight in his arms a ridiculous size and amount that it looked difficult to carry. but jason didn’t look like he was struggling at all.
“hmm, like this baby.” he coos from behind you. one of his hands slipping to your thigh and the other beneath your elbow. “breathe a little deeper and drive your knees out.”
then he sets up the smith machine with no hesitation, lifting up the plates and putting them on the bar for you. he encourages you to lift heavier, says he knows you can do a little more than that. from behind you, his hard body was unmistakable, pressing against your ass. he groans when you make a movement. his warm breath by your ear was entirely distracting but you did your reps, finished your sets, and stole glances at him through the mirror only to find him already staring. you bite your lip to contain yourself, but what the fuck is the use anyway?
“see something you like?” he asks when he catches you for the nth time, shit eating grin plastered on his perfect face.
you barely make it to the change room.
ugh you’re so sick why would you do me like this when i can’t actually have this man?!
Absolute Robins in my style
Kansas boy and the private school kids
HELLO GORGEOUS SEXY BEAUTIFUL PRETTY ASTOUNDING EXCELLENT AMAZING 10/10 THEME
do you wanna kiss? lmk
do not forget the patron saint of these weeks that we celebrate ourselves proudly and openly in the streets
her name was Marsha P Johnson, and we have her to thank for so much.
remember, the first Pride was a riot, and she was one of the brave souls who endured it to help carve the path which so many of us walk today. she helped found several activist groups regarding LGBT safety and wellbeing. and she was absolutely radiant, too.
thank you, Marsha. we remember you.
[ID: A picture of Martha P. Johnson, smiling at the camera while wearing a blue dress and a purple sash that says "Stonewall". She is holding what looks to be a package, and has what looks to be a pearl tiara on her head, as well as other accessories. /end ID]
Jensen Ackles photographed by Anthony Avellano
just saw a man i’d love to make a single dad
Justice League: Dream Girls: A DC Pride Event #3 (2026) variant by Oscar Vega
One of the best parts of reading Batman and The Signal was the banter between Duke and Jason based on their districts in Gotham. And I think it would be hilarious if we saw more of that.
Duke: Why are you slowing down? It’s straight on.
Jason: I’m trying to figure out if this is the turn or if these co-ordinates are off.
Duke: It’s literally down there. Look, big sign. Can your Crime Alley ass not read?
Jason: At least we can read the street signs.
Duke: You don’t have street signs. You have arrows spray‑painted on trash cans.
Jason: Better than the Narrows. You get lost and you fucking pray Killer Croc jumps up from the sewers and fucking eats you just so you don't have to spend another second on those streets.
Duke: At least we have streets. Crime Alley is just a string potholes holding hands and one burning trashcan.
Bruce, over comms: Signal, Red Hood, table your conversation or you can get your asses back to the Cave.
Steph, over comms: Get a load of this Crest Hill bitch.
Jason: Stand your HOA ass stand down, Spoiler. Widow Creek isn't that great.
Steph: At least we have running water and flushing toilet, Park Row bitch. And before you even start Drake, your Bristol ass is on thin ice.
Tim, not even working that night: The fuck did I do??
every time i'm bored i go in youtube and watch the milo winter/aos drama lol