#send help!

[faesuns]

ITS COMPLICATED! | texts between you and your situationship, frat!gojo

contains: frat!gojo x reader, silly texts, suggestive/a lil nsfw, he's in love but he's a loser, cute fluff

-> pfp art credits to xiaoshy_ on twt!

FILLER POST ALERT YIKES... (i promise some good n yummy fics r in the works)

this was kinda silly and fun to make so lowk i might make more!! any suggestions?

[doeyedbambi]

tummy…ache..

[islandtarochips]

AYO!

I AM NOT READY FOR MW4!!!

WHAT DO YOU MEAN PRICE IS TEAMING UP WITH VALERIA?!? A.K.A EL SIN NOMBRE! (don't know if they still call her that)

AND WHAT DO YOU MEAN THAT GHOST AND PRICE HAD TO FIGHT WITH EACH OTHER?!?

AND ALSO-

WHAT DO YOU MEAN GAZ IS NOT IN THAT TRAILER?!? WHERE'S MY HUSBAND?!?

[misskattylashes]

Those keks are shredded at the front....

[fivestarcunt]

Me looking up where the stars were in the sky on October 14, 1999, what movies had come out, how much a 1993 Range Rover County would’ve cost, the sociopolitical state of Philadelphia, PA, and the intricacies of a landline for my fic because my OCD renders me fully incapable of just playing pretend

[loveshotzz]

just had the thought of airwiy!steve proposing to you on the dock where you had your first kiss.

[mikakuna]

warning for gore!!! but erm actually i want to see the horrors of bruce finding his fifteen year old son, 4'6 and barely 90 pounds, under the rubble of the blown up warehouse in the most terrifying way possible.

so instead of how we see it in canon, bruce moves that piece of rubble off of his son and just sees... absolutely nothing recognizable.

his baby's skull is beaten in, head caved in on from the right side. his face is lopsided from the brute force of the crowbar repeatedly smashing his cheeks, jaw, and forehead. what's left of his little boy's face is contorted into an expression so horrified-- jaw hanging off the hinges and eyes bulging from its withering sockets-- that bruce lets out a scream of a possessed man.

jay's feet are completely shattered, hanging loosely from his broken ankles. his legs are in different directions-- right knee detached from its socket. there are rips in his child's torso, revealing bones and guts, from the sharp part of the crowbar sinking into his skin and tearing.

the explosion burned his entire body, burning the skin off his chest and back and little fingers. his hair, oh his baby's little curls, have been singed off with only a few remaining strands.

jason no longer looked like bruce's sweet little jay baby-- his happy boy who smiled and giggled, and whose dimples would make a home in his flushed cheeks, and whose blue eyes sparkled when he laughed.

the detective at the scene of the crime chooses not to ask bruce wayne if he was certain this body belonged to his son.