The show's been off for 6 years and the cw is barely a network anymore. The WB is about to be absorbed. This social media manager is just destiel posting for the love of the game at this point
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Stranger Things
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
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I'd rather be in outer space đ¸
we're not kids anymore.

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The show's been off for 6 years and the cw is barely a network anymore. The WB is about to be absorbed. This social media manager is just destiel posting for the love of the game at this point
"queer-owned business" means nothing anymore. OpenAI and Palantir are both queer-owned businesses.
if this is how you find out that both sam altman and peter thiel are gay im sorry
OFF CAMPUS 01.06, 'The Breakaway'
OFF CAMPUS (2026â) Season 1, dir. Louisa Levy
Thereâs something so heartwarming and likeâŚfaith-restoring about seeing a show where men are just genuinely nice to each other and the scenes depict natural, everyday conversation between them and itâs still wholesome.
Maybe Iâm romanticising it too much but seeing these characters be there for each other, have vulnerable conversations, talk about emotional maturity, heavier topics like their love lives and still display good values was just so nice. I keep thinking about how sex positive this show is and the scene where Dean very matter-of-fact-ly states that consent is key and that the goal is to make oneâs partner feel safe. This show reads like it has all the nostalgia and addictiveness of a 2000âs CW show with the most refreshing characters and depictions of men in romantic relationships. I love it, 10/10.
âA quick glance at Dean reveals he's got his hand under the table again. I bite my lip and stare at my phone. Don't read it, I order myself. I read it. Him: Next time you put on a show like that for me, you better be fucking naked.â â The Score | Chapter 11
Can you guys tell Iâm obsessed? Is it obvious yet?
OFF CAMPUS S01E06 â "The Breakaway"
OFF CAMPUS 1.04
Stephen Kalyn as Dean Di Laurentis & Khobe Clarke as Beau Maxwell in Off Campus (2026â)
ALLIE HAYES and DEAN DI LAURENTIS in OFF CAMPUS 01.02 'The Practice'
Theyâve got me daydreaming about love again, this is dangerousđŤŞ
OFF CAMPUS â 1.06, âThe Breakawayâ
âHoly shit, sheâs incredible. Yeah, man. She really is.â
Allie Hayes and Dean Di Laurentis in OFF CAMPUS 01.04 'The Breakup'
I really miss those old avengers tower fics
1. Clint in the vents
2. Bruce and Tony in the lab... science bros
3. Cap being accused and called out by his team ... either it's the "language" or "I understood that reference"
4. Loki for some reason being imprisoned in the tower by Odin to learn humanity blah blah
5. Thor and his poptarts
6. Natasha and wanda being the bestie
7. Reader either dating Loki or Bucky
8. Fury calling out reader initially as a threat as they were an orphan who was a lineage of witches type of trope. OR reader is Tony's kid.
9. Bucky randomly becoming besties with Sam and them having their own fights.
10. Peter and Shuri becoming besties with reader
11. Maria, pepper, wanda, Natasha and reader having sleepovers.
12. Tony having a party every time after a mission. Everyone ends up trying to lift thor's hammer and reader turns out to be worthy.
13. Loki teaching reader how to use magic.
And the list goes on....
buffering dick grayson x reader | fluff, suggestive
summary: aftercare with dick after a long night that leaves you a little out of it and him very smug (wc: 0.9k).
Dick says something, and you know this because his mouth moves, sound comes out, and he's looking at you with that patient little tilt of his head. The words themselves, however, fail to make it through the pleasant static filling your skull.
"Hm?" you manage.
"Do you want water?"
You blink at him. This time, the question filters through the haze in scrambled pieces, but you decide youâve got the general idea and answer with complete sincerity.
"Tomorrow."
Thereâs a beat of silence, and Dick goes very still.
You frown. Something about his expression isn't right. He's staring at you with his mouth pressed shut and eyes wide, like he's holding something in. You can't figure out what, because your brain is still running at half speed andâ
Dick breaks. He folds forward laughing, one hand braced on the mattress, the other covering his mouth, trying and failing to be kind about this. His shoulders shake helplessly, head dropping as the sound spills out of him bright and full and impossible not to love.
Then it clicks.
Oh no.
"No, because I meant yes," you say quickly. "I meant yes now. Right now."
"Right now?" he asks. "You sure? Don't want to sleep on it?"
âStop,â you groan, covering your face with your hands.
Heâs still laughing when he gently pulls them away, eyes shining.
âOh, sweetheart,â he says. âIâm never letting that go.â
"That was a vulnerable moment for me."
"It was a historic moment for me."
You glare at him, but it isn't as intimidating as you think, because his grin only sharpens.
"Okay, okay," he says, holding up three fingers. "How many?"
You stare at him. "You're not serious."
"I asked you a yes or no question and you said tomorrow. I'm doing my due diligence.â
"Three, you absoluteâ"
"Good. What's your name?"
You tell him, flatly.
"What year is it?"
"The year I become single if you keep this up."
He ignores that completely. "Who's the mayor of BlĂźdhaven?"
You open your mouth, but pause for just a fraction too long.
Dick doesn't say a word. He doesn't have to.
"I know the answer," you insist. "I was going to say it."
"Sure you were."
"You did this to me." You point at him, accusatory. "This is your fault."
"I accept full responsibility." He bites down on his lip, voice strained with the effort of keeping a straight face. "I am genuinely so proud right now."
You exhale, sinking deeper into the mattress, and your exhaustion must show, because he quiets at once and his expression softens.
He leans in close enough that his breath brushes your cheek. âCâmere, beautiful.â
His hand slides behind your neck as he helps you sit up against him. The movement makes your limbs feel like wet sand, heavy and uncooperative.
"Easy," he murmurs.
He steadies you, one arm around your waist while the other reaches for the water bottle already waiting on the nightstand and brings it to your lips, and you drink obediently. The cold water hits your tongue and you actually sigh.
"There you go,â he says quietly, thumb brushing once at the base of your neck.Â
You hum, barely, and he presses a kiss to your temple. He reaches for the nightstand again and grabs a granola bar, unwrapping it and breaking off a piece before holding it up expectantly.
"I can feed myself."
"Can you?"
You open your mouth, and he places the bite on your tongue with a small smirk.
"That's what I thought," he says, but it's gentle.
You lightly flick at his bicep, and he only feeds you another piece.
The room glows amber from the bedside lamp. The sheets are tangled around your legs, the air still warm, the mattress dipping where he sits close beside you. Your body feels pleasantly overused, every muscle loose and humming.
Dick watches your face as you chew slowly, then swallow.
"Sore?" he asks, voice low.
You shake your head. "Just sleepy.â
He studies you for another second anyway, checking for anything you're not saying.
âYou sure?â
"Promise," you reply with a little smile.
His expression eases. He sets the granola bar aside and shifts behind you, drawing you fully into him until your back rests against his chest. The blanket comes up around both of you, tucked under your arms with absent practice.
"Proud of you," he murmurs.
You huff out a laugh. "For what?"
"Persevering through adversity."
"You're unbearable."
"And yet," he says, "still your favorite."
You're too tired to deny it properly. His hand slips beneath the blanket to rest on your stomach, palm warm and grounding. The other traces slow shapes against your arm: circles, lines, little absent patterns that make your eyelids heavier by the second.
Beneath your ear, his heartbeat knocks steady and sure.
"You know," you mumble, words starting to slur, "if you tell anyone about this, I'll deny everything."
"Wouldn't dream of it. I'll just treasure the memory forever."
"That's somehow worse."
He tucks his head over yours, and you let your heavy lids fall over your eyes, body sinking deeper into him. His fingers keep moving soothingly over your skin.
Just before sleep takes you, he speaks into your hair.
"Tomorrow," he repeats fondly.
You groan weakly, and his soft laugh follows you under.
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You canât be a member of Team Free Will unless youâve had glorious hair.
#So does that mean once upon a time Bobby had glorious hair?
yes
Does that mean Crowley can join the team too?
Canât forget Lucifer
And Balthazar
I think Balthazar is winning here.
In the meanwhile, GabrielâŚ
little guys in ghibli movies
"Are you good in bed?" No, I can't sleep.