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you listen here, daddy durden. batman was never a good teacher.
Haha. That’s my girl right there.

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STEPH
you listen here, daddy durden. batman was never a good teacher.
Haha. That’s my girl right there.
icb steph is still joining fight club.
He’ll be a better teacher than batman ever was.
harleenclownzel:
“fucked up is my MIDDLE NAME!”
❛ Really? could’ve sworn it was rotten . Why the hell is that on your face anyway? Not knocking it, but curious .❜
❛ Haha ah, you are one FUCKED UP lady -- -- I like that about you . ❜
Daddy!
❛ Daddy left you a WHILE ago darling, but I’ll be happy to fill in the void he left behind . I’ll fill it in so DEEP you’ll forget you ever had a father . ❜
@harleenclownzel
POKES MY HEAD IN. I might be back here real soon.
* @fattysoap
❛ you’re bluffing. I’ll have you screaming uncle in five minutes. ❜
❛ Then stop talking and do it. Let it all out... everything you’ve ever felt is right here, so hit me. ❜
vamytas:
“Shit…fuckin’…infantile…” His teeth clench down, a draw-string jaw tightening as nails bristle on the skin of his scalp, fingers through hair that only falls back into its rightful place. His own blood doesn’t resonate any better than each blackened strand, no matter how hard Tyler pushes, the vapid, fur-collared, pri – fuck it.
“Yank-wanker!”
A rush of blood and his boot slices up, he’s on the pitch and Mr. Williams is all spewing spit in plosives right behind him, ‘You bloody well deaf as well as a nancy boy, Earnshaw?! Kick it!’ After he ‘kicked it’, Alex was suspended from school as Mr. Williams rolled out of the hospital in a wheelchair, birch-pale with a diagnosis of erectile dysfunction.
❛ That’s right, unleash it! Stop. holding. back. I know what you desire, and I’m giving you permission. Hit me! ❜ He’ll be gracing Tyler with the satisfaction of pain. A craving he’s yearned for since the last time he tasted fresh ichor on his full lips. ❛ Haha, phew! ❜ A hitched breath escapes his lungs as he lies on the floor, deviant grin still intact. ❛ You’re lucky you’ve got madness in your eyes boy, because your insults are shit. ❜
Harley accepted the towel and cleaned her face of her war paint. An unsettling grin on her face as she tossed the blood stained fabric to the side.
Damn right the pleasure was all his. She’d gone through to much not to be recognized as a bad ass.
“Harley. Harley Quinn.”
She took his hand, a firm shake. She wasn’t a push over, if she was gonna shake your hand there would be no limp fish.
She could hear the other men in the room talking low amongst themselves and she grinned even wider.
“What’s tha matta? Ya boys neva been beaten by a girl b’fo?”
Honestly, probably not by the look of them. Half were scrawny wimpy looking boys trying desperately to become men, and the other half looked like they lifted weights in prison for nine years.
“So back ta my original question Mista’ D-
- What kinda joint ya runnin here?”
❛ A pseudonym in place of your real name. Smart. ❜ He glances down at her bloodied knuckles, no longer viewing them as soft nor maternal. They’re weapons just like his own. ❛ Let’s just say you’ve bruised their egos too, but that’s what you get for underestimating someone you deem weak and lesser than. ❜ A smirk then curls into the corners of his lips, head tilted to the side as he motions for her to take a look around the room herself. ❛ I believe you answered your own question when you began fighting, Harley. ❜
vamytas:
“Alright, now you’re just startin’ to sound like a bloody protein powder advert,” says Alex, any wry grin of amusement long gone. Blood and confrontation were two of his closest friends, yet the former had become so entangled in his ‘life’ due to the lack of it. “So you got a suicide wish? Or just get off on men bruisin’ you up in some back-alley. Is that how you make a living?”
❛ Tough guy. You think you can kill me in one swift punch? I’d like to see you try. In fact, I’m daring you to do so. ❜ He’s tickled, amused by Alex’s quirks, and in a way he’s eager to see more of it. Unsheathing what he can only hope is a bite louder than his bark. ❛ What I do for a living doesn’t matter. You’ve been confronted, insulted, and now you have your chance. Let those primal instincts out! Sock me in the jaw. You want to, I can see it in your eyes. ❜
WHAT IS YOUR ARCHETYPE ? from here. repost, don’t reblog !
TAGGED BY: @vamytas
TAGGING: whoever wants to!!! THE DOPPELGANGER
your archetype is the doppelgänger. (disclaimer: the doppelgänger archetype is not a reflection of what a horrible person you are. ie: luke castellan, and regulus black were both extremely brave people. your choices and actions define you) traits: manipulative, self deprecating, intelligent, knowledgable, ambiguous, caringthe doppelgänger is most commonly used to symbolize the divide between two egos, or a the grey line between good and bad. doppelgängers are extremely intelligent, and are able to manipulate a persons thoughts and feelings for their own benefit. while they are seen as a darker character, they are closer to being morally ambiguous, if not, someone who has been forced into a position they never agreed upon. doppelgängers wish they could do better, and often find themselves regretting not doing something. while they are capable of manipulating others, they are vulnerable, making themselves susceptible to being manipulated as well. although many of their traits are negative, they crave attention, validation, and wish they could be a better version of themselves. if you can get under their hard exterior, you'll find a true friend, and a loyalist. fictional characters that are doppelgängers: severus snape, draco malfoy, credence barebone, luke castellan, sherlock holmes, anakin skywalker, bruce wayne, spike (btvs), angel (btvs), faith lehane, daryl dixon, selina kyle, natasha romanoff, regulus black other personality types that go with this: hades, wampus, horned serpent, slytherin
vamytas:
“The fuck are you on?” Laughter born of incredulity rivets through Alex’s ribs. “Chokin’ on all your cancer sticks and allegory – tryin’ to play therapist to us tragic louts. Look at you, some disenfranchised Bob Ross you are!” He rubs his chin with a knuckle, underneath a thin semi-circle of teeth. “What a fuckin’ gimmick… but I s’pose if it works with the women…”
❛ Therapists piece you together, and if you don’t fit in, they cut your edges so you will. I’m not here for that. ❜ Eyes lock onto his fist, contemplation residing on the tip of his tongue. ❛ I’ve made you angry on purpose. How hard can you hit another man? Or do you cry at the sight of blood and confrontation? You can’t block me out, I’m life! So, what are you waiting for? Start living. ❜
kniivesandlint:
Whatever magic Tyler was working, it was apparently doing the trick, otherwise the comment would never have prompted so much as a laugh. It was genuine, bathed in mirth and Joker grinned even wider, lips pulled over his teeth to showcase a set of yellowed enamel, although perfectly straightened, the illusion of them rotting out of his head broken. One at first glance, would mistake them for caps just badly stained from coffee and nicotine. And Joker really had to admire someone hulling GIGANTIC CAJONES.
Everyone who crossed his path, was either terrified, would kiss his ass, or call him a Freak. Not in the conventional way – and not that he minded, in fact he reveled in those propaganda fear labels. But most of the time, the insults were DREADFULLY —- b o r i n g. No imagination behind little barbs, whatsoever.
“I Swallowed ‘em—- W H O L E…”
He should have been offended that this person – Tyler Durden – Had never heard of him, unless he was just being modest in his approach.
“OH?A n d…. what kind of project would that be…T Y L E R…?”
@fattysoap
Eyes widen in bemusement. He’s accepted his proposal instead of gutting him like a fish, leaving him lying on the floor to BLEED out. This man, a mysterious CONUNDRUM leaves Tyler aching for more, but of what? He isn’t quite sure yet. Maybe that KNIFE will find it’s way to his heart sooner or later, but that’s the gamble of life. It’s what makes it worth living for; anticipation of his inevitable quietus. Every word that falls from his lips turns into yet another QUERY. A puzzle for him to solve on his own only to come back like a magnet to a fridge. ❛ Haha ah, bet it hurt coming out the other end. ❜ He says in jest, tapping a pack of cigarettes against his palm before extracting a single one with his TEETH. ❛ It’s called project mayhem. I’m here to mold boys into men, take down modern civilization, and pull the most elaborate pranks on the social elite. You look like you’re good at jokes, maybe even explosives. How do you feel about wearing ALL black? You still haven’t given me a name, by the way. ❜
He’s making a fist 👊🏼 He’s lubing it twice 💦 Gonna find out who’s bottom tonight 😱 Daddy Clause is coming to town! 🎅🏼
❛ He sees you when you’re screaming, he knows when you cum late, he knows if you’ve been bad or good so be good for daddy’s sake... ❜
kniivesandlint:
The first rule of being an AGENT OF CHAOS was to above all always remain pleasant, and polite, even when prodded about the facial disfigurement – As some had referred to many occasions, labeled it for however they saw fit, but he, of course, thought the scars beautiful. After all, he had created them to seek out his other half – Or that was just some make believe bed time story he kept telling himself. Tonight, he wouldn’t be telling any stories involving intricate details as to how his mouth was slit open, leading up to possible death. Whoever they were, the man in the red leather jacket, snug fit, showcasing he was in obvious good physical shape, was far too interesting to dispose of — For now. So in return, he would amuse him.
“Skiiing a c c i d e n t… I wanted to be —— in the ah, OLYMPICS… OH and I am…. Might as well be related to—- E I N S T E I N…”
@fattysoap
❛ Skiing accident? What, did you eat the damn thing? Either way, that’s fucked up my friend, and a pretty good lie. Made me laugh at least... that why you got the clown makeup? A prankster... do you have a name? ❜ He extends his hand, completely unafraid and WELCOMING his chaos into the palm of his hands. ❛ I’m Tyler Durden. I’ve got a project I’m working on... think it could use your touch, but the first rule of it is well... you don’t talk about it, but I trust you don’t have many friends, and the ones you do have you keep plenty of secrets from anyway. So, are you interested? ❜
kniivesandlint:
“WHY….. I just…. Looooove to work with other people —-” An obvious blatant lie, as he would much rather prefer to work alone. But something about the man intrigued him. Whether it had been the snazzy threads or the start of an engaging conversation — Appealing to his chaotic nature and interests. That was something he could DEFINITELY work with.
@fattysoap
❛ Yeah? Then who’s blood is on your shirt? What’s your story--- ❜ This is the beginning of something beautiful. He can already taste the ichor pooling in his mouth, eyes feral and stuck on marred lips. ❛ Sorry... ❜ He smirks, folding his arms across his chest. Tyler is a kid in a candy shop, passionately curious. ❛ I can’t stop staring at your scars. You do that to yourself as some sort’ve fear tactic? Genius. Everything about you is. ❜
former-psychiatrist:
Harley lifted her bat and pretended to cock it like a shot gun before pointing it at the biggest man in the room and imitating a fired shot.
“You suga. You n me. Lets go.”
She set her bat aside and stepped down the remaining few stairs while peeling her jacket off.
“Ya want me ta prove myself? Alright. Lets dance big boy.”
The large man seemed hesitant at first, but Tyler had told her to prove herself, and she’d picked the largest man in the room, who was he to keep her from this gift that was free to all- if earned.
She was angry, all of his remarks about her puddin had gotten under her skin and for that this man might suffer a little more than she intends.
Fists fly, and the dance begins. She quick, nimble, she throws two punches for his every one. No formal training, shes a brawler. Everything she learned she’d earned on the streets. Her gymnastic ability helped greatly. Flips and spins, kicks launched from a hand stand. This man had no idea where she was, what she was doing and how to stop her. He’d block a shot every now and then, but she’d dodged most of his.
He managed to land a mean jab right to her face and she kept on like her nose wasn’t busted in the slightest. She was a tough cookie to say the least, and not once before this knock out did she hit him below the belt, save sweeping his legs.
Once the monster of a man was down and groaning she fixed her hair and huffed, cleaning her face of the blood from her nose.
“Proof enough fo ya pretty boy?”
❛ Well I’ll be damned... ❜ He applauds, stepping forward to take a look at the bloodied pulp lying on the floor. What a pathetic excuse for a man, though she’s more than proven herself. ❛ Blue and pink might be a better fighter than all you space monkeys! ❜ A towel is offered for her to take if she so pleases. ❛ You’ve done this before. You’re so limber... it’s like a work of art watching you fight. You paint walls in the blood of your enemies, put on a show with your agility, and walk away as if you’ve just had your cup of morning coffee. You’re a damn energizer bunny. ❜
He casts a glance to the stairs, then back to her, extending his hand in order to introduce himself. ❛ Tyler Durden. I don’t believe I caught your name, either way, the pleasure is all mine. ❜