amelia

like bubblegum <3 (18+)

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✩ turn up the bass, blow up the place / chew up the beat then i pop it in your face like

       amelia  [ 19 ]  he/she hero  ✩  multifandom. requests open.

wips! masterlist. rules. taglist. anons. — oc acct. letterboxd & serializd. pinterest.

      (๑ᵔ⤙ᵔ๑) . . . latest: shark bait! ( clois x fem shark!reader: 7/15 )

   like bubblegum, just like bubblegum / i'm popping just like bubblegum.

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batter up!   ( 0.5k / sfw ) baseballer!jotaro kujo x gn sports reporter!reader. you're the only reporter he can stand <3 art by /jeonseoguu (tumblr) + masterlist.

baseballer!jotaro who’s every sports reporter’s worse nightmare: he’s very rarely expressive, hard to secure interviews with, and oftentimes only offers cold, curt answers to any questions addressed to him. his responses are awkward, regardless of what the topic is, his personal life or the sport he plays professionally. there’s only one reporter who can get proper answers out of him— you!

baseballer!jotaro who searches for your face after every game, even if he’s not the player that’s been designated to answer questions in the post-game press conference. he’s not sure why. you’re one of many reporters he’s faced in his lifetime, and it’s not like you’re asking new questions or wording anything differently. when he finally catches sight of the back of your head, his shoulders drop, satisfied for whatever reason.

baseballer!jotaro who makes scary amounts of eye contact during interviews. it’s a meme online, really, the intensity in his eyes. you handle it better than most, his staring, but even you sometimes falter underneath the weight of his gaze. he secretly enjoys it, breaking your professional composure for a moment or so.

baseballer!jotaro whose teammates tease him over his alleged (apparent) attachment to you. they nudge him whenever you’re spotted, your patterned button-up blouse shifting as a summer breeze passes you by. not to mention the locker room talk! he’s used to it by now, but he’d be lying if he said it didn’t grate him from time to time. you’re just a reporter, after all.

baseballer!jotaro who glares at opposing players while they’re being interviews by you, unable to help the disgust and agitation that radiates off him. you’re smiling so much to them… you smile more with him, he’s sure, but still. even after you’re done speaking with the other player, he’s on edge, watching you carefully until he’s forced to focus on something else.

there’s nothing more annoying, however, than being asked by some other reporter about his love life. “no one’s caught your eye yet, huh? well, it seems whoever wants your attention has a pretty high bar to clear,” the young woman jokes, laughing a little before it awkwardly dies out. baseballer!jotaro can’t stand it, stiffly explaining that “baseball is my focus, right now.”

“you shouldn’t be out here. you’ll catch a cold,” baseballer!jotaro mutters to you as you attempt to interview him field-side. they’d just finished up the game by the time the rain had started. his eyes stay on yours, soaking in how they widen slightly before visibly warming, touched by his care. cute… “a mixed-zone interview would be better,” he adds, still wanting to hear your questions.

baseballer!jotaro whose eyebrows furrow deeply after a rough game. his body language grows all tense and angry, reflecting dissatisfaction with himself or maybe a teammate or referee. it’s like a thunderstorm brews inside him, clouding his already intense eyes over with something wild and electric. when he sees you, though? the clouds don’t disappear, but they certainly hold off on raining for a moment or two longer.

baseballer!jotaro who notices when you change your style from spring to summer, summer to fall. he keep it to himself, of course, but he can’t help how his eyes briefly soften when he sees a familiar summer blouse or seasonal accessory.

baseballer!jotaro who follows you on instagram and even on your media association’s tiktok. it was a quiet decision. he wants to keep updated on baseball, nothing else. his eyes roll in silent amusement as he watches you participate in some dumb trend for your company, his thumb immediately pressing the like button. staying updated on baseball, sure.

first time writing jjba on this account... i actually ran a jjba writing account previously so i'm not 100% chopped cheese i hope butttt we might have to start a jjba rewatch arc... for writing ofc, no other reasons...

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this heat really feels like tatooine nowadays

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reread my current requests (they'll be coming out soon promise) and saw one related to my dc!pitt au w poison ivy!baran & batman!jack asking abt samira. to be honest, i haven't rlly thought abt other pitt characters being in the au much. i'm curious, is there anyone you guys wld particularly like to see outside of baran and jack? if you guys have any ideas/thoughts, lmk.

w this comes questions... shld bit be a full dc au, or a more gotham centered au? the current lineup is only gotham characters esp w harley quinn!reader. im wondering if expanding the au wld prove to be too complicated? trying to put all the pitt characters w a dc character hmm...

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PLEASEEEEE

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listening to dad rock and imagining superman, wonder woman, and batman amvs #somethingsneverchange

[yeyinde]

Collins is gone.

Namaygoosisagagun First Nation/Collins has burned to the ground. The entire community is nothing but ashes after being quickly consumed by wildfires. They did not have any support from emergency services, and no one offered aid. The community saved themselves by escaping into boats because no one came.

Mishkeegogamang and Cat Lake have lost power. Families are ending up in shelters with nothing. Armstrong, Lac La Croix, Whitesand, Gull Bay, Lac des Mille Lacs are currently in the fires path and all members are being evacuated.

All this loss, all this devastation, and it was entirely preventable.

After steadily underfunding wildland firefighting and purposefully excluding Indigenous wildland firefighters and Indigenous wildfire organizations from wildfire operations, firefighter training, decisionmaking, and resource exchanges, in 2025, Doug Ford slashed the forest firefighting budget.

It's hard to ignore his decision to cut funding and leave us out of adequate fire training (even though we've lived with forest fires for thousands of years—far longer than settlers have been in Canada—and made sure fires like the ones we're all seeing today were prevented through kinisitotēn) when, despite making up less than 5% of the population, we account for 42% percent of all wildfire evacuations in Canada.

And when we are successfully evacuated, we face discrimination and racism—like Kashechewan—because it's always been easier to blame us than it is to blame the true culprit: denialism, corportate greed, and colonization.

The people of Collins and every other impacted community deserve better.

Right now, the AFN is currently accepting donations to help Collins First Nation. If you're able to, please consider donating.

ONWA (Ontario Native Women's Association) is another great place to donate to. They have outreach vans going to motels and inns and offering food, water, resources, and cultural support to those impacted by the wildfires.

Other places to consider donating to are Mikinakoos Emergency Fund, Red Cross, True North Aid, Indigenous Climate Action. You can also send donations directly to Whitesand First Nation via e-transfer ([email protected]) and they request that you add your full name in the e-transfer comment section to receive a tax receipt.

*Before sending money, verify that the appeal appears on an official First Nation, Tribal Council or registered charity channel.

If you can't offer financial support, please consider donating items of need. Moontime Connections is currently accepting drop-off donations. If you live in the Thunder Bay area, Namaygoosisagagun Health Office is also taking in donations! They can also bemailed to Superior Inn Hotel & Conference Centre at 555 West Arthur Street, Thunder Bay, ON, P7E 5P8.

items needed are: food, diapers, medical masks, men’s and women’s joggers (all sizes), children’s clothing (newborn to size 14), children’s shoes, summer clothing, men’s clothing, toiletries (lotion, Vaseline, toothpaste, toothbrushes, shampoo, conditioner, soap, deodorant, etc.), strollers, adult depends-all sizes, dog & cat food

wīya ispīh iyiniw-kiskīyihtamowin pasikōpayiki kāwi askiy ta-iyihyīmakan

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ready for the jumpscare?

「 tws + notes: gn!reader, relationship open to interpretation, unedited, watching a scary movie with them, mentions of horror movie typical gore + ableism in horror movies <- both very brief and nondescript 」

↳ ft. edward nygma/the riddler, harleen quinzel/harley quinn, jonathan crane/scarecrow, selina kyle/catwoman, and waylon jones/killer croc

author's note: @/pixopix for awesome dividers! some thoughts abt watching a horror movie with some of my faves. typed the draft up after having an awesome time watching hokum and eraserhead recently. reader beware! you're in for silly headcanons!! oooh!!

₊⁺🕯 EDWARD yaps SOOOOO fucking much. you can't tell him to shut up, he absolutely needs to talk about the camera angles, the tropes being used, if the scenes are actually scary (while he'll never admit if he's scared himself). you better be grateful you're getting the insight of a genius here. accidentally grabs your arm during a jumpscare and denies it fervently if you point it out. nevermind the fact that he is insanely tense or perspiring ever so slightly. may or may not have a letterboxd account that he'll log it into after with a detailed review.

₊⁺🕯 HARLEY knows when she's watching a cheap slop film. a good film will have her fully absorbed in it, but a bad one? she loves a bad one. a bad horror movie get her super chatty, specifically when tossing out predictions — and she's spot on most of the time. regardless of the movie's quality, expect her to snort with laughter at the worst times. you almost forget what type of movie you're watching when you hear the way she giggles, tears in her eyes like it's the funniest thing she's ever seen. she finds most horror movie tropes quite silly. also!! she will be eating half of her popcorn and candy before it even starts and no, you cannot stop her. will take some of your snacks too.

₊⁺🕯 JONATHAN is either critiquing the fuck outta the movie for not doing a good job OR going completely silent, engrossed in the movie while trying to pick apart the details to see what makes it work. i'd imagine that he's picky about what he likes, given that he's more used to a hands on approach with fear, so he ends up kind of pretentious about this sorta stuff. will end up bored out of his mind and straight up leave mid-movie if he thinks it's shit. will be taking notes for inspiration if it's good. also silently watching you watch the movie. your reactions might be useful to him later. heed him not...

₊⁺🕯 SELINA is the type to actively try to scare you while you're watching it. it's more entertaining to her than the movie, unfortunately. randomly grabbing at your arm or making a sudden noise during a tense scene to startle you — she laughs when you have to bury your face in her shoulder. really, she finds it adorable. will pout and call you no fun if you don't get scared very easily. shudders when she gets scared of the movie, bristles a little if you mention it — but insists you're just seeing things.

you glance at her, noting the way her quest to startle you has come to an abrupt end. "what? are you a scaredy cat?" "oh, very original," she huffs, leaning her head against yours, rested on her shoulder. being closer in proximity melts the tension in her body — makes the feeling easier to shake off. "...ugh. that part was creepy."

she will want to cling to you a little longer afterwards, so she'll suggest a non-horror as a palate cleanser when the movie's done. any excuse to cuddle!

₊⁺🕯 WAYLON doesn't really see the point in enjoying this type of stuff — isn't real life kind of a horror in gotham anyway? — but he'll oblige if you wanted to watch it with him. mutters to himself (and to you) when there's an unrealistic gore scene. something about how it'd actually work. don't ask him how he knows, he isn't called killer croc for nothing, okay? i feel like horror movies would make him more frustrated than scared. every time a character does something stupid, it's almost like it physically pains him.

you snort as he grumbles out something about the main character doing something stupid. again. "they don't know they're in a horror movie, waylon." "it ain't exactly rocket science. you see that sorta shit?" he says, nodding towards the screen, "you turn the other way an' run."

there aren't many movies that really appeal to him. it's a genre where the villains are consistently associated with disability or disfigurement,,, it can hit pretty close to home, which means there only a select few that he'd have vested interest in. but! he would get a little teary eyed watching eraserhead.

"ugly baby didn't do nothin' wrong..."

and yeah. you're right sweetheart. it didn't :,-] </3

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the thing about ongoing comics is u have to wait a whole month for them to drop the next part. papa, me want more movie. i dont even have to wait long for the next absolute ww comic but i want more movie NOW. this does give me time to finally finish absolute martian manhunter tho which i enjoyed a lot but had to pause bc of work + i need to start absolute batman + superman (which, surprisingly, i've heard a LOT less abt?? #concerned)

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this comic is fuckinh peak i crode

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absolute ww in the absolute batman style btw oh im late but geeked

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this comic is fuckinh peak i crode

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saw a superhulk edit the other day how do we feel abt crossfandom ship x reader...

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SHARK BAIT. ✦  ( 1k / sfw ) lois lane and clark kent x fem, shark!reader. lois and clark have a run in with the managing editor (”shark”) of the daily planet <3 + masterlist.

✦   THERE’S A HIERARCHY at the daily planet, a tried and true social system that ensures all articles get published on time and without errors. there’s the reporters, the little minnows that dart about their desks like tiny fish along a reef. there’s section editors who’re a little bigger, floating around with less urgency than the reporters but certainly more urgency than the editor-in-chief, the kraken. while perry white is mythical in his power, there’s a much more relevant and closer predator that works daily to keep the little reporters in line: you, the managing editor and shark of the daily planet.

“here comes the shark now,” lois murmurs under her breath, straightening up against the small, wooden wall of clark’s desk area as soon as she hears the familiar sound of your heels clicking along the daily planet’s floors.

normally, kent would be inclined to convince her not to call you that, but the nickname was all too appropriate. he’d met women with teeth before, but he’d never met a woman as openly ruthless as you. you’d climbed the newsroom ladder before he was ever hired; maybe you had to be cutthroat, then, to get ahead. clark’s not sure. all he knows is to keep his head down as the sound of your heels grows louder. you were walking a clear path, a sign that you smelled blood (or, in less metaphorical terms, you’d sensed a finished article). he had blood.

he had a finished article, too.

“is this a party i didn’t know about?” you ask, your tone already biting. “why is lane at your desk?”

the sound of your voice forces kent’s head up, his eyes meeting yours carefully. lois glances at him, then speaks. “i was just reviewing and editing clark’s article. he just finished it today, before deadline. i think it’ll meet your standards.”

your eyebrow twitches vaguely, a sign of annoyance or maybe interest. no one can really tell. “i’ll be the judge of that. kent, email me the article. now, please.”

he’s nodding before you can even say ‘please’, fumbling to open his inbox. “yes ma’am.” the sound of clicking fills the room once more, and although the source is clark’s computer keys rather than your heels, people still find themselves on edge. “it’s sent.”

“i know. i watched you, kent,” you remark dryly, folding your arms as you continue to linger. “interesting title.”

“you like it?” kent asks, head tilting back so he can see your face. he’s not sure why, not sure what he expected: a radiant smile? a sudden blush? the expression you’re wearing is the same “you’re lucky i’m listening” look you always seem to sport when talking to reporters. perry white seems to be the only person at work who can coax something less intimidating out of you.

“that’s to be determined. it’s eye-catching, at least. interesting,” you reply, “your work or lane’s?”

“a little bit of both,” lois answers, slipping her hands into the pockets of her work pants.

a scoff escapes you. “it’s a title, not a baby. i’m guessing it’s yours, then, lois. sounds like your work, anyways.” you pause, only to allow your lips ample time to curl into a smirk while your eyes sharpen. “i think it’s cute, how you help kent. really, i do. you make a good team.”

“cute?” clark’s eyes widen in surprise, his cheeks warming. his eyes dart to lane’s—does she know…?

meanwhile, lois busy trying to relax her suddenly tense jaw, her gaze focused on yours. she’s never been shy about eye contact; you’ve always silently enjoyed that aspect of her. “thank you.”

“just don’t get too dependent on each other, i don’t want your writing voices blending. i’d hate to split you up,” you go on, gesturing to a desk far off, “kent somewhere over there while you stay here, lane. i’d hate that. you know?” your shoulders move animatedly as you suck in a short breath, breathing in the tension more than the oxygen in the room. “good thing i won’t have to. you two always listen, don’t you? you both tend to take feedback well.”

“thank you,” lane repeats, replying just as clark says thank you as well, forming an accidental unison.

your smirk grows. no, no, kent’s sure it’s softened, now. lois notices, too. your tone is still sharp, but your lips are curled with less malice and more amusement. “i’ll have my notes on the article sent to you by tomorrow morning, kent. lane, please see olsen about those photos for your upcoming front pager. it’s a promising piece; i’d like promising photos to match it.” briefly, you look at clark. then, at lois. then, you’re off, stalking towards another reporter’s desk to remind them of a rapidly approaching deadline.

“how many compliments was that?” clark asks, allowing himself to slouch as he turns to lois.

lane gives a quiet hum, her brows furrowed in reflection. “three? and a threat, technically. she even smiled, kind of. i didn’t think she could do that.”

“i saw that, too,” kent murmurs. he sits up a little when he hears your heels again, although this time you’re merely passing by on your way to the second floor.

the couple happens to fall into an accidental synchronization again as you return to your office upstairs, their eyes landing on your back before trailing down. motion always attracts the human eye, and the nearly knee length pencil skirt you’re wearing has no issue with showing off the natural movement of your hips and ass as you walk. lois and clark’s heads tilt to the side simultaneously, clark’s eyebrows knitting while lois squints slightly, their gazes focused on your backside.

lane finally swallows. “that’s a nice skirt she’s wearing today.”

“yeah,” kent breathes out, the word almost inaudible as it leaves his lips. “that’s a nice shade of… black.”

“right. right…”

what’s the saying? hate to see you go, love to watch you leave?

there’s a hierarchy at the daily planet, a tried and true social system that ensures all articles get published on time and without errors. there’s lois lane, a clever woman who’s never met a challenge she couldn’t handle and whose pieces oftentimes spark waves of social commentary… there’s clark kent, a kind man who sees the good in everyone and gets to the (typically local) heart of issues more easily than most… and, above them both, there’s you, the shark of the daily planet that they can’t help but find interesting.

managing editor “shark” reader... let me know if you're fucking with it, i'll drop a moodboard & write more for her. i kinda like the office cunt vibes and i love writing lois & clark x reader.

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dude im abt to nap but ishowspeed is so fucking fine im sick of pretending otherwise i genuinekly want and need that fuck my life