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Heroes don’t exist anymore. You don’t exist anymore.
All I’m good at is drawing depressing pictures of Jason. OTL
I’m not crying it’s just raining on my face..
what jncera said
Krypto loves Catwoman; yes he does.
Good boy.
Tim Drake will never be the cool kid.
My friend: Should I travel to Brisbane or stay here?
Me: .....brisBANE!!!!
My friend:..ok maybe I should just stay.
When Tony Stark met Loki, the god of chaos. It wasn’t love to begin with, it was kinsmanship.
“Um, excuse me. I think that’s my drink.” The man turns around to stare at him with acid-green eyes, and Tony’s arrogant smirk drops, his heart suddenly beating dangerously fast. The stranger glances at the empty glass in his hand and shrugs. “Apologies. I’ll get you another.” “Hey, what the hell. Nevermind. Let it never be said that Tony Stark begrudges anyone a drink.” “No, that is not proper. We have just met. How can I accept a drink from a stranger…” their eyes meet again. It’s like being shaken from head to foot, and Tony, confident, playboy genius Tony, stutters for the first time since he was five years old and on a playdate with a boy whom, in hindsight, probably had some serious psychotic issues. The man notices this, and a slow smile spreads across his features like spilt poison. “… Or perhaps I could compensate you some other way?” He stands up and leans close before Tony could formulate a coherent answer. Their faces are inches apart. He could smell absinthe and mint and lime on his breath. “Yes,” he whispers. His eyes slide closed as their tongues entwine, whiskey and that green cocktail mingling - His breath is coming in short gasps; he thinks he’s going to die from it and he wants it never to end. Helluva way to go, anyway. There’s a soft nip at his lower lip and a mischievous chuckle. “Loki. 232B. I’ll be waiting.”
amnesiacbloodhawk replied to your chat: Me: acroBAT Me: BATida de Coco Me:...
((ILU))
{ *__* ILU too! }
Me: acroBAT
Me: BATida de Coco
Me: masturBATion
Me: comBATants
My friend: ...
Me: ...what?
My friend: You are so obsessed by all the BATman stuff, aren't ya?
Me: ...
My friend: ...
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My Friend: ...
Me: I'M BATMAN.
Literally Jason as a parent
Jason: Your friends' parents drive like assholes. Tell them it's an elementary school parking lot, not downtown fucking Manhattan.
Jason: I have no problem with you crying. My only problem is with the snot coming out of your nose.Where does that go? On your hands, your shirt? That's no good. Oh Jesus, Don't start crying.
Jason: I can't do much about your teacher being pissed, but me and you are good.
Jason: No, you can't have a bouncy house at your birthday party. Have you ever thought to yourself, where would I put a goddamned bouncy house in our backyard? That's the kind of shit I think about, that you just think magically appears.
Plot twist: My followers suddenly start to get really interested in me and ask me questions.
I really wish these two would meet some day. I know it probably won’t be very friendly (Cass would probably beat the stuffing out of Jason), but I think it would be fun to watch/read.
Cutest superhero evar.
JAYDICK
„...you sure? I mean I could hurt you like really bad, ya know.“
Jason regognized the slang which became one of Dick habits as longer as they sticked together.
“Dickie? Can you stop talking and just fucking start?” Jason growled at him, while Dick slowly started to tie him up on the old chair, Jason was sitting at. It was the first and – as Jason explained to him before – the only time he’d ask him to do that.
Usually it was him tieing up the older one. It was him, beeing on top, hurting him, leaving all the bruises (he needed the control, needed Dicks trust in him, the brutality, the forcing; when they had sex he was pure consciousness and Dick just let him).
Jason always enoyed the rough part of this, Dick didn’t complain about it anyway, he surprisingly liked it way too much. It was that dark side, hidden deep beneath the surface of that pretty face, which Jason loved the most. The caged animal in this beautiful man he adored. And he loved to pull out that dark side of Dick, to show what a pretty little shit he could be if he just let everything go.
But not today. Today he wanted Dick to enfold himself by his own. Jason knew he just needed a slight push. And that’s why he asked for beeing tied up by him. Just this one night.
“Oh, did I ever told you that I love to see you struggle, babybird?”
Jason smirked. “Yep, few times.”
Dick put a soft kiss on his forehead, after he was done with the up-tieing. “I love you.”
“I love you, too, Richard.”
Deadpool vs New York Comic-Con 2012 (x)
Deadpool vs New York Comic-Con 2012 (x)
((oh my sweet fuck everybody needs a bit of D Piddy on their dash))