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* Homophobic
* Racist
* Pro generative AI
* ETC.
Don't be a jerk.
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The Stonewall Inn

if i look back, i am lost
TMBGareOK. The Official They Might Be Giants tumblr
art blog(derogatory)
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Cosmic Funnies

Love Begins

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DNI IF:
* Pro-ED
* Transphobic
* Homophobic
* Racist
* Pro generative AI
* ETC.
Don't be a jerk.
they're called "bootlickers" because when there's a boot stomping on their neck they lean forward to kiss it
as soon as i clicked post i realized damn that's such an evocatively erotic description, i should be using this sort of language about noble kinksters, not wasting it on class traitors
How could you leave this in the tags!!!
that's the beta testing stage
conversations overheard through the batkid com lines pt 87 (masterpost here)
Jason: -cause i remember being really argumentative when i first came back. even after i started joining the bats for patrol stuff.
Dick: to be fair, it’s not like you aren’t argumentative now,
Jason: no- shut up, you know what i mean. like, angry argumentative. especially with B, i wanted to fight with him on everything.
Tim: i remember the first case you joined us on, you started yelling at him over whether or not he was pronouncing ‘rendezvous’ correctly, and Damian got so sick of you both he brought out a spray bottle.
*a beat*
Jason: when the fuck did you join this line?
Tim: … *incredulous* like half an hour ago????
Dick, casually: …shit man, we were not paying attention.
Tim: unbelievable.
Jason: what are you up to?
Tim: uh, well i was doing a solo case—that string of robberies in the Narrows? but that’s about finished so just gonna head back to the cave now. what about you two? are you together?
*a couple seconds of silence*
Tim: guys?
Jason: c’mon, he’s seventeen. it’s not like he doesn’t drink anyway,
Dick: yeah but we’re not supposed to encourage it.
Jason: oh boo, you whore. stop babying him, it’s boring.
Tim: what the hell is happening right now?
*a beat*
Dick, sighing: come to Jason’s apartment, we’re on his balcony with a bottle of whiskey i stole from Bruce’s collection.
Jason: mid-patrol drinking break, get your ass over here Timmers.
Tim: wait- seriously?
Dick: *snicker* yeah, come on, you’re close by anyway.
Tim: um. ok? i’m- i’ll be there in a minute or two.
Jason: it’s like granting a make-a-wish.
Dick: *laughs*
Tim: fuck off Jason.
Dick: just nobody tell Damian. if he’s the only Wayne kid not allowed to drink with us, he’ll be pissed.
Tim: that’s like, a main reason to tell him. and i’m surprised Jason hasn’t given him beer already, considering he let him try weed.
*silence*
Dick, softly: Jason, come on.
Jason: oh, grow up. i let him sip from my glass if i drink around him, fuck off. he’s my kid, mind your business.
Tim: i don't care; he's not the one invited to the older brothers' balcony time. fuck him.
Jason: *wheeze* this is- this is what it was all about, huh?
Tim: if you think little eleven year old Tim wasn't daydreaming about one day sharing a bottle of whiskey with Nightwing and Robin then you're an idiot.
Jason: *wheezes harder*
Dick, snickering: your dreams were so weird, man.
*clang*
Tim: here.
Dick: jesus that was quick- you are eager.
Jason: no, he's thirsty.
Dick: *laughs*
Tim: you got fuckin- deck chairs here and everything. is it not a security risk to hang out on your civilian balcony as Red Hood and Nightwing?
Jason: no, it's an intimidation tactic. Carol from the HOA finally cornered Red Hood to talk about 'Todd Peters, the prick from apartment 3B that should be run out of the alley' and Red Hood told her that Todd was an old school mate of his that was under his protection. so this is really just to rub it in.
Tim: no way,
Dick: *cackles* no he's- he's being serious. he told me yesterday that apparently she now believes that Todd Peters is bribing Red Hood for protection and is spreading conspiracy theories that he's robbing people for money in his spare time in order to pay off his debt.
Jason, casual: if i see her on patrol she always tells me 'you don't have to do this, Hood' and i tell her 'leave my frat bro alone' and then she scowls and storms in the opposite direction.
Dick: also Damian made her cry once,
Jason: -that too.
Tim: *wheeze* and this is why i forced my way into being Robin.
Jason: *laughs loudly* *glass clinks*
*liquid sloshing*
Tim: *sipping noise* *instant choking coughs*
Dick: *loud, long wheeze* that's- yeah this is stronger than the usual stuff buddy,
Tim: -jesus?? *more coughing*
Jason: you know- talking about you forcing your way into being Robin, that was the one thing i couldn't successfully argue with Bruce about when i first came back.
Tim: what, *cough* *slightly strained* the fact that i was Robin?
Jason: yeah, 'cause i didn't know that you forced your way in, did i? Talia told me that Bruce had replaced me, so i assumed he'd picked you. and i kept- *wheeze* when i came back, i kept trying to be all bitter and snide about how he'd fuckin- that he'd let another kid wear the suit when it had gone so badly for me, and it never worked.
Tim: yeah, i can't imagine that kind of argument lasting very long.
Jason: well no, because i would be all like 'do you know how dangerous this is?! he's just a kid, he could DIE'. and B would just be like 'YEAH NO FUCKING SHIT JASON, I KNOW.'
Dick and Tim: *twin wheezes*
Dick: *cackling* fuck, that's right, he didn't want Tim to be Robin either-!
Jason: i tried so hard to make him the villain in that whole situation, and it was just just completely ruined by the fact that he was just as devastated about Tim being Robin as i was.
Tim, still laughing: fuuuck, right, he did not want me there! i genuinely- i had to sneak in half the time because he wouldn't let me in the front door.
Jason: every time i tried to be mad at him it was just like 'this is a horrible idea!' 'fully agree with you.' 'what.'
Dick: *still laughing*
Jason: i had nowhere to go, it was horrible.
Tim: he was like... really scared of me being hurt in the beginning. i never knew whether to be offended or to find it sweet how much he cared.
Dick: yeah, cause' like, on one hand if it's offensive that he didn't trust you to stay safe, then it's great to see how much his trust in you has grown now,
Tim: -but on the other hand, if it was sweet that he cared that much in the beginning, then that man's affection for me must have died out so much over the years.
Dick: *wheezes again*
Jason: i remember- i remember confronting him in the batcave one time, and i was like 'if you agree with me then why did you let him become Robin?' and Bruce looked at me like he wanted to kill himself and just went 'because Alfred wouldn't stop letting him in here and i didn't know how to keep him safe without helping him'.
Tim: me and Alfred were the original partners in crime; he had my back.
Jason: yeah he was down there, and i turned to him all accusatory asking if B was telling the truth, and Alfie just looked me straight in the eye and dead-faced went 'and what are you gonna do about it?' and i was genuinely fucking speechless.
Tim: *laughs loudly*
Dick: that man... he's awesome, and i love him. but sometimes i do think he might be slightly evil.
Jason: *wheezes*
Tim: to be fair, Jason, you weren't gonna win any arguments about me being Robin regardless; because every argument you make against making another kid Robin is ever-so-slightly undermined by the fact that Bruce knew full well at that point that you were the one who had delivered Damian to Gotham 'so he could train under Batman and claim his inheritance'. so anything you said against me being Robin was completely hypocritical on your end.
*a beat*
Jason: ...ok, point.
Dick: *starts giggling again*
Jason: if you ever point that out to Bruce i am telling you right now we'll be doing Titans Tower two; electric boogaloo, and i am being completely serious.
Dick: *giggling harder*
Tim: damn, you guys get mean when you drink.
Jason: yeah keep it up and you wont be invited back to the balcony.
conversations overheard through the batkid com lines pt 86 (masterpost here)
Dick: i still think it’s mean that you let Jason have the front seat.
Jason: too slow, Dickhead.
Dick: keep it up and i’ll press your eject button.
Bruce: do not do that- we’re supposed to be hidden right now, do not do that.
Dick: *groan* i’m bored. this is why we make Damian and Tim do these kinda jobs with you. speaking of- ‘s it lonely at the manor with the kids gone for the weekend?
Bruce: well Alfred’s still there, but yes i suppose it is odd. i don’t think i’ve really had multiple days with no kids in the house since Jason died, and before that when you were the only child.
Jason: did Dickie-bird go out like this a lot as a kid? sleepovers n’ shit?
Bruce: oh yeah, he was constantly in and out. it was hard to keep track of, honestly. i used to try and call him down for dinner only to be told by Alfred that he was in Star City, or staying with some classmates i’d never heard of before.
Dick: it got stuffy in the manor! i wanted to go out and talk to people!
Jason, snorting: ‘it got stuffy’ and it’s like, the size of a fucking palace.
Dick: well you would say that, being as when you were a kid you never left,
Jason: *indignant* w- i left?? i had to go to school every damn day! and patrol every damn night!
Dick: oh shush, you know what i mean. for social activities—and don’t say galas! because that doesn’t count, that wasn’t your choice!
Jason: i- *brief hesitation* i left all the time,
Bruce: chum, i love you, but no you didn’t.
Dick: *wheeze* clock his shit, B!
Jason, defensive: he’s not clocking anything!
Bruce, slightly amused: you were- Jaylad, you were a great kid, but you were a bit of a hermit.
Jason: excuse me?
Dick: *cackling* he’s- he’s calling you a loser, by the way.
Bruce: now i never used that word-
Jason: YOU WERE THINKING IT THOUGH!
*a beat*
Bruce: well,
Dick: *uncontrollable wheezing*
Jason, annoyed: oh my GOD.
Bruce: Jason, you had no friends.
Jason: I HAD FRIENDS.
Dick, choking: you didn’t,
Jason: WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON—i was fine, i was a happy child.
*pause*
Jason: relatively.
Bruce, fondly: i’m sorry Jay, you know there’s nothing wrong with preferring your own company, but you have to at least admit that the only person you visited outside the manor was the very rare occasion of Dick letting you go stay with him in Blud.
Dick: -which Alfred paid me to do, by the way. at least for the first few years.
Jason: I-
Bruce: you had no friends. which was fine. …but you did have no friends.
*three seconds of silence*
Jason: i fucking hate this family.
Dick: *cackle*
Jason, indignant: for the fucking record- i didn’t like anyone you wanted to be my friend. it’s not that i couldn’t, it’s that i didn’t want to.
Bruce, conceding: that is also true; i used to try to encourage you to talk to your classmates and you’d tell me you’d rather drink hot oil.
Dick: genuinely what was your problem?
Jason: do you know how annoying kids my age used to be back then??
Dick, pointedly: yes.
*a beat*
*scrabbling, shuffling, smacking sounds*
Bruce: do not- DO NOT- STOP CLIMBING OVER-
Dick: *thud* ack-
Jason: fuckin- not so tough now i’m back here with you, huh? OW-
*thud, smacking, more shifting sounds*
Dick: get your- FUCKING FOOT out my FACE-
Bruce: stop it- don’t make me come back there! JASON- take his head away from the window before you smash it!
Jason: i’m trying to smash it,
Dick: OW- OW THAT’S MY HAIR-
Bruce: LEAVE EACH OTHER ALONE. fuck- that’s the guy we’re waiting for,
Jason: DON’T PINCH MY NECK??
Dick: you have mud all over your fucking boots—you were getting it on my face!
Jason, smugly: how do you know it’s mud? how do you know i didn’t tread in dog shit?
Dick: EUGH!?! I’LL KILL YOU-
Jason: *evil cackle*
*more fighting sounds*
Bruce: oh for- OK THAT IS IT. I’M DRIVING. IF YOU’RE STILL FIGHTING WHEN WE GET TO THE BASE THEN I’M LEAVING YOU OUTSIDE FOR THE FIGHT.
*car revving*
Bruce, under his breath, bitter: i miss the kids.
there should be a conversation between Jason and Damian after Bruce comes back from being lost in the time stream and Damian’s struggling to go back from being Dick Grayson’s Robin and pseudo son to Bruce’s kid again where Jason is just. not helping in the slightest.
Jason, sympathetic: it’s tough, isn’t it? to go back to Bruce after Dick almost adopts you. i get it, kid. i do.
Damian: …are you saying you’ve been through the same thing?
Jason: oh, yeah. i mean- i mean Bruce wasn’t presumed dead at the time, but Dick did try to adopt me a bunch back when i was Robin, so it’s almost the same.
Damian: i don’t understand. why was he trying to adopt you if Father was around?
Jason: …i dunno. i think i made him laugh once and he just made the decision to steal me after that. kept trying to sneak me to Bludhaven and hide me in his apartment. Bruce had to leave work early a bunch so he could drive up and drag me out by the hood of my sweatshirt.
Damian: *squinting*
Jason: yeah the constant changing was weird… it was like being a child of divorce where your parents are actively fighting over who gets to have you. flattering, sure, but tiring after a while. you have no idea how many times i had to buy a new toothbrush because i left mine in a different city.
Damian: …could you not just choose who to stay with for yourself?
Jason: well, i tried. i got mad at Bruce and chose Dick at one point, but Dick was like, twenty years old. i went up to Bludhaven and found him living in a one-bed apartment with a mattress on the floor instead of a bed and a bench dragged in from the street instead of a couch. he was eating noodles out of a ceramic vase. so when Bruce came to get me again, i just let him win.
Damian:
Damian, baffled: i fear you and i are not experiencing even remotely similar situations.
Jason:
Jason: yeah i dunno why i started talking.
*awkward silence*
Jason: …want a beer?
Damian:
Damian:
Damian: no?
Jason: oh.
My mom kept complaining that all of a sudden the Beatles are back and they're fucking everywhere and they're so obnoxious and were practically having an orgy in her garden under a cucumber leaf and that's when I realized she meant spotted cucumber beetles and not Paul McCartney
love leopard seals. they are so dragon coded. that is an entire mammalian marine wyrm
Look at this fucking. beast. Medieval painting animal that eats princesses
princesses
lets say, hypothetically, im a cat. a kitty cat. and for the sake of debate, lets say i dance dance dance.
I just saw a tiktok and it made me think about this.
Imagine being Hakoda and going to prison and then seeing your son sneak in to break you out. And you think that's the most insane thing that'll happen to you.
And THEN imagine watching your son have whatever intense romantic bullshit with BOTH the prince of the fire nation who almost dies to save them all AND some elite warrior who single-handedly captures the warden.
You're Hakoda. And your son is somehow dating the two most ride-or-die for him people you've ever met. AND HE SOMEHOW IS UNAWARE OF IT.
Extremely funny. I need this man's perspective, like, yesterday.
American bison with his scratching rock.
Antelope Island State Park, Utah.
Yandere cashier x murder reader
[little freak in the 80s]
you were an unredeemable monster, that's what the newspaper would have society believe. they never do talk about the victims morality when they die, but that didn't matter nothing did because you were a monster.
You walked through the rainy streets the sounds of the bustling city drowning out the man you left behind in the alleyway to bleed.
you stopped at the golden light of a cafe, coffee and a cigarette sounded good right about now. as you walked in it wasnt the smell of freshly baked pastries but pastries that had been sitting there for hours.
"Hello, welcome to the Leonor, what can I get you?" The voice at the counter was way too chipper for your liking, how can someone be so happy at this hour?
"You're in high spirits"
he let out a small laugh "Well someone has to lighten the mood hm?" his smile brighter than the lights.
"you're very strange, I'll take a black coffee," you said, taking your wallet out.
"I'll take strange, are you sure you seem a bit tense, a tea would help a lot more" he offered
"I appreciate the offer but I know what I need" your voice cold.
He nodded and got to work.
You sat down at a nearby table fiddling with your lighter as you waited. Not long later he came to your table with your order. It was only then did you realize that it was only you two in the cafe.
"I brought you a cookie as well, it's on the house" he placed the tray down.
"Did you give me tea as well or do you just change everyone's orders?"
"nope black coffee just like you asked, like i said you seemed a bit tense so i thought why not give you a small piece of happiness" he smiled once again and went back to the counter.
The coffee was fine and the cookie was too sweet in your opinion, but it was better than nothing. you looked over at the cashier once more you seem to catch a glimpse of him staring at you but he quickly goes back to cleaning the counter.
"what time do you get off" you ask him
"me, three am why do you want to know" he looked up to meet your eyes.
"Call me curious, but i guess that's the end for me, i'll see you off then" getting up from your chair you walk past the counter. "what leaving so soon?" he moved to stand in front of you and the door.
"that is how leaving works yes"
"but you can't just- wouldn't you like a refill?"
you thought about it for a moment "No not particularly, I'd prefer to go home thank you"
his face saddened "I understand, I won't keep you here any longer" he moved out of the way and let you leave through the door.
He sighs and goes to clean up your table, he notices a piece of paper underneath your cup. He opens it to find a sum of money, inside a phone number written on the paper.
He smirks to himself "I knew it I knew it oh I knew it, don't worry my love I'll see you soon" he picks the money up inspecting it "I wonder is this from your own pocket or someone new? I'll have to buy tomorrow's paper and find out for myself" he put the money to his lips giving it a soft kiss
Weirdly specific things they're obsessed with...
Leon Kennedy: The tiny freckle on the side of your middle finger. He kisses it absentmindedly whenever he's holding your hand.
Chris redfield: The weight of your head on his shoulder. He'll subtly shift closer until it happens.
Albert Wesker: The exact spot on the inside of your wrist where your pulse jumps when he touches it.
Ethan Winters: The way you automatically scoot closer to him in your sleep without ever waking up.
Simon Ghost Riley: The instinctive little sigh you let out the second his hand finds the back of your neck.
Ugh. I love the idea of Leon kissing my freckles.
friends, romans, gay people in my phone,
Típico de belgas malinois
Good video showcasing exactly why these dogs are not suited to 99 percent of households.
They've gotten very popular recently and I suspect theyre also being dumped in shelters at a high rate
I can confirm they are.
Which is one of the reasons I reblogged this, I vaguely hope it might make someone somewhere reconsider their choices
Research the breed before you buy/adopt a pet. Just because you like the aesthetic doesn't mean that you will like the breed and its behaviors. You also may not be able to provide the proper environment or enrichment for them.
A siren or other passing aquatic humanoid who likes to mess with kelpies by pretending to be human. When the kelpie charges into the water with them as a rider they just look at the kelpie like what now?
got chased by a skeleton but when they caught me they just gave me a kiss and hug. turns out it was an xoskeleton.