#immensely

[daftpatience]

balatro fans.... grab your bals...

[thalassous]

... so, i've been doing a little bit of rereading.

[quanten-dynamik]

I keep thinking back to the BTAS episode "Perchance to Dream" and how Jervis was shocked/furious about Batman not "appreciating" what he had done for him. Giving him the perfect life, even if it may have been fabricated, and then letting him live in ignorant bliss, till he died due to dehydration or whatever comes sooner.

And the thing I keep circling back to mentally is the thought that the reason as to why Jervis couldn't comprehend why Bats didn't want this fake-life was because that is the way Jervis would want to go, if he could.

Keep in mind at that point Jervis had lost everything in his eyes. No career (his degree in neurosciences is useless if nobody will hire him anymore), reputation irreparably ruined (not that it was very great to start off with but he certainly isn't a respected researcher anymore) and I doubt he saw himself as redeemable.

And worst of all? In his eyes his one chance at companion was whisked away permanently. At least before he could imagine thanks to soothing daydreams that that fleeting eye contact he had with Alice while passing by her desk might have meant something, or her gentle and polite approach towards him was a sign of hidden feelings blossoming further. But now he knows he can't even have that anymore, he knows he messed up indefinitely and there is no way to make up for it.

No way to go back and make that coworker, who had a life outside of just interacting with you (unlike yourself), forget what you had done to her and see you in a different light again.

The damage had been done to his already less than stellar life, he didn't even have that left. All that was left now was dehumanising treatment at arkham (which don't even work) and occasional outbreaks that just end with his sentence being prolonged.

He didn't even have his comforting delusions anymore, daydreams aren't enough to make his life bearable. In his mind, a fabricated wonderland, even one that kills him slowly, would be preferable to the life of loneliness he had dug himself deeper into.

If given the chance he would live the rest of his short days in a false reality, only issue being someone has to orchestrate that dream and it cannot be him.

Extra: this whole headcanon/"analysis" is loosely based on Secret Six Jervis' Habit of hypnotizing himself as a coping mechanism. Only BTAS Jervis' tech is much more limited and doesn't have the same functions S6 Hatter's hypnotism has.

[k1d1c4rus]

whenever i fall (at your feet) - jehoney

The Pitt (TV) // Michael "Robby" Robinavitch/Dennis Whitaker

ft. foot fetish, coming in pants, established relationship, domestic pwp oneshot

he considers himself, still just as hard, and not with any real interest in not getting off. dennis goes out on a limb, literally, and presses his right foot up against the bulge of robby's crotch. or pretty much what it says on the tin

It’s the times like these - probably equally alongside anytime Dennis has to witness Robby navigating Facetime - that he’s reminded he’s seeing a 53 year old. It’s not weird or terrible, it’s just that Robby’s knee goes while Dennis is pretty heavily up on him, and he has to pull back, lips wet and parted and say:

“Fuck, shit, baby, come off me.” 

Dennis isn't sure why or to where at first, until Robby's hands on his waist start lifting him and he gets the message, clambers the rest of the way off to the opposite end of the couch. 

Robby’s got a nice couch: wide and soft brown leather - a good, comfortable place to fuck, normally, with large flat cushions and enough throw pillows to prop under him. The lights are low and the rain outside is bordering on torrential, and they’d been reading until all of ten minutes ago when Dennis had finished a chapter, looked over at Robby - horn-rimmed glasses on the end of his nose, tee riding up on his belly - and made an animal-brain based decision by climbing into his lap.

“Sorry, baby,” Robby's saying, face a grimace as he rolls a leg, “Sorry. My knee.”

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[karmaswhiskee]

The sexiest thing Chan could do rn is let me cry myself to sleep in his arms

[tomatopine]

actual picture of me watching star trek: the wrath of khan for the first time

[blueberry-pies-stuff]

EVIL BISEXUAL TWINK IN THE 1950S HAS ARRIVED

OOOOOOHHH YOU KNEW WHAT YOU WERE DOING DIDN'T YOU VIV?????