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the script of this comic is not mine, but actually from the EVER so talented @franklyfilthyfantasies who captures both characters i n c r e d i b l y !! PLEASE go read their wonderful story behind this comic starting with part 1 here and part 2 here  !! ♡♡ Thank u again @franklyfilthyfantasies this was the bEST

the 3 types of sha///ladins

- ‘everyone’s a teenager’

- ‘everyone’s an adult’

- ‘who cares about age what a fake concept lmao’

To go to bed and to wake up again day after day besides a woman, to lie in bed with our arms around each other and drift in and out of sleep, to be with each other not as a quick stolen pleasure, nor as a wild treat but like sunlight, day after day in the regualr course of our lives. I was discovering all the ways that love creeps into life when two selves exist closely, when two women meet.
—  Audre Lorde

What we got was 4 minutes of Mark talking about s4 in a very Mark way. I’m sure you can guess. He says ‘125 year old spoiler’ when referring to the end of TST. He then talks about TLD being an 'emotional wringer’ and an 'emotional punch in the gut.’ He did not officially announce the title of TFP, still trying to keep it on the down-low (even though it isn’t). HE TALKS ABOUT TFP BEING 'THE BREAKING POINT OF EVERYTHING THATS BEEN BUILT UP OVER THE LAST SIX YEARS’ (!!!!) AND THAT 'THINGS WILL N E V E R B E T H E S A M E. SHERLOCK COMES TO A SHATTERING CLIMAX LIKE A GREAT PIECE OF MUSIC.’

So yeah. That’s what we got. Don’t know if they’ll be dropping it tonight or tomorrow or ever but there it is. TJLC is real. This is Ollie Asa Elric, signing off. (Also there was some het shit with the baby in the beginning but it’s still fake. I don’t know her.)

Hi my name is Ebony Dark’ness Evanuris Solas Way and i have the shiniest bald head (evanuris means bald) with no hair and pointed ears and icy grey eyes like limpid tears and a lot of people tell me i look like an Anicent Elven God (if u don’t know who they are get da hell outta here!). I’m not related to Fen’Harel but I wish I was because he’s a major fucking hottie. I’m an elf but I’m tall and way more knowledgeable than the Dalish. I have pale white skin like an egg. I’m also a mage, and I work with a group called the Inquisition where I’m in the inner circle. I’m a Rift Mage (in case you couldn’t tell) and I wear tight pants. 

rhetoric is literally just the way words are placed in a sentence

thats where “if i replaced this with “gay people” it would be homophobic” comes from. you need meaning to the words to really have anything resembling bad practice

“trans people should stop existing” and “cancer should stop existing” have the same rhetoric, but because its not even remotely on the same level, it doesnt make the latter a bad statement

your argument only works if the substituted phrase is of equal or more significant “value” in relation to the original, i.e. “jews should die because theyre genetically inferior” vs “autistics should die because theyre genetically inferior”. autistics have been affected by eugenics, and us jews by nazism and antisemitism, meaning their rhetoric is comparable. “i dont think trans people are people” and “i dont think cishet aces are lgbt” are not the same because the latter isnt of equal or greater “value” to the former, its actually lesser because aces dont face systemic oppression outside of tumblr

its really not that hard

alright so ive been thinkin bout this for a while and i just wanted to like. kinda say something on the subject of TERFs (trans exclusionary radical feminists)

i see a lotta MLM blogs making posts saying not to follow if ur a TERF/seeing them having “dont follow if you’re a TERF” in their bios/etc etc and while that is great and, as a trans guy, i’m really glad so many MLM blogs are trans inclusive we also gotta acknowledge the fact that TERFs are usually way way worse towards trans women than trans men

like, 90% of the time when I see posts that are made by TERFs or whatever they are super transmisogynistic and anti-trans women and that’s like… way more common for TERFs than being anti-trans men (like… i’ve seen a bunch of radfems being like “TERF is a synonym for lesbian” i.e. excluding trans women from lesbianism because they “arent real women” (thats just one example of a ton of transmisogynistic things that TERFs say)) 

so as trans men we really need to support our trans sisters because, even though trans men also get a ton of shit, theres a huge problem of us just grouping transmisogynistic issues in with general transphobia when like… they arent the same. transmisogyny is trans women specific and TERFs are usually transmisogynistic specifically 

so yeah its cool that so many MLM blogs are trans inclusive but just be careful to seperate the differences between transphobia as a whole and transmisogyny (and also be as good and supportive as you can to trans women because they get so much fucking shit that they really, really do not deserve)

(btw you dont have to be trans to reblog this- anyone can rb this)

Playing Dangerous

Joker x Reader
Masterlist

Request by Anonymous: you and j had a huge fight and he doesnt want talk to you at all. then you are pretty much begging him to well fuck you but guess what he just wont, then after a lot of begging he finally give up not much happy so that he is super roughly hurting you but you couldnt care less then in the morning you feel all the pain and he feels kinda bad, but I said kinda cause after all he is the joker. thats it, and i really mean it when i say i love your work!!! ur amazing

{A/N} Hope I could make your day with this nonie! Thank you! <3
xo

Warnings: Cursing, smut, a bit of violence and the way I turned Harley into some monster for this I am so sorry.


You chew on your lip slightly as he shouts at you, the violence in his eyes is plain as day as he stares daggers back into the {E/C} pools that lay upon your face.

“Of all people on this great big hunk of earth, Batman?” He questions angrily, pushing all of the papers on his desk off the side, causing them to fly into the air around you. You two decided to stay at the club tonight while J waits for his ‘visitors’ to arrive with some dough they owed him. Tension was already high enough with him between the voices and the waiting, so when he got word through Frosts big mouth that you’d been seeing Batman behind his back, his stress levels only get worse. You jump at his sudden reaction, stepping back and wringing your hands in front of you as you turn around. Your attempt at a slow exit from his office and back into the thriving nightlife of the club was ruined when he opened his mouth again.

“Ya know,” he starts, the fake calm laid thick over his vocal chords, “I thought Harley was a whore, after what she did.. but you? Well.. fuck me..!” he exclaims, causing you to draw into yourself slightly, “for thinking you were better than that!”

Hearing those words spilling from his lips like venom from a snake only angers you, causing you to pull a knife from the lace garter he likes on you so much. You spin on your heel and throw it at him, ultimately missing as you notice him sway to the side. The audible thud rings out in your ears as the silver blade sticks into the wall behind him.

“Don’t you dare compare me to her! I’ve done everything for you! I left friends, family! I’ve killed innocent people, families! In cold blood, just to prove myself to you! To show you that I love you! You have no right!”

“And yet there you were, sweet talkin’ that god damn bat!” He interrupts.

“Whore.” He spits out shortly after. His brashness is something you’re used to when he speaks to everyone else. He has no regard for people’s feelings or how they’d react to his harsh words. He’s insane, and you know this. But even though he often blows up on you for things, whether they’re your fault or not, you’ve never seen him quite like this.

“I wasn’t trying to do anything with him! I was trying to get him to trust me to help you!”

“I didn’t need your help, doll face.” He says, his gritted teeth turning his pet name for you into something of hatred.

He slams his hand against the wall, leaning towards it as his jagged breathing fills the silence between you for a moment. You don’t like the way this is going. Not one bit. You know there’s one surefire way to get him to forgive you. It works every time there’s a disagreement, why wouldn’t it work now? You ponder briefly.

You slink over to his desk, hopping onto it and crossing your legs as you lean on it with one hand. You slide the strap of your {F/C} dress off your shoulder and run a hand back through your {H/C} hair.

“Come on, Mister J, don’t ya want me to make it up to you?” Your tone is sultry and sweet as you coo at him, hoping with all your might that he’ll bite your line.

He stays silent, an audible sigh emits from his chest as he walks past you, carelessly pushing the strap of your dress back onto your shoulder. Your brow furrows and you frown, your abrupt sigh coming off as frustrated.

“No.. come on, talk to me!” You beg, your voice hushed as you sit back up straight.

He walks towards the windowed door back into the club, peering out from behind the velvet curtain at the activity gracing its floors tonight. He sees the dancers, grinding against each other.. the patrons, drunk and sweaty, throwing dollars at the dancers and touching the girls that came to find a good time for the night when they were done at the club.

You shift closer to the corner of his desk, shrugging out of your strap again and scanning for something to throw at him to catch his attention. Your fingers lightly graze over papers that didn’t manage to zip through the air, stray pencils, pens, two tumblers from the whiskey you poured yourselves before the bad news.. the bottle! You think, picking it up. He was going to kill you if you wasted this $350 bottle of Johnnie Walker Blue Label, even if it wasn’t the most expensive liquor he kept on hand and it was stolen, but it was worth it to get him to talk to you, no matter the consequences.

You take a deep - but quiet - breath as you reel your hand back, throwing the bottle with all the power in you, aiming it next to him.

The sound of the bottle shattering and the amber liquid splashing from it next to him jolted J out of his self-inflicted trance. His eyes were wide and full of fire as he saw the bottle’s remnants scattered across the floor. He turns to you with fury radiating from his entirety.

An unhinged smile places itself upon his lips as he starts stepping closer to you.

“Ya really want a reaction from me, {Y/N}? Really, really, really, really?”

You gulp, you can’t hide the sudden fear in your eyes, but this is what you want after all.. You spread your legs on the edge of the desk, nodding in his direction as you now let your fingers trail along the inside of your thigh, teasing him with what he could be having.

“C'mon daddy.. You can’t stay mad at me..” you purr, a pang of hope settling in your stomach as he stands directly in front of you.

His hands immediately move to grip into your thighs, causing you to inhale sharply. He’s always rough with you, but the look in his eyes and the roughness of his hold on you feels different this time.

He stays silent again, and you can see the color changing on your {S/C} skin where his fingers are digging into you. He pushes your legs shut, turning around and scanning the floor in disgust, stepping onto the shards of glass. The cracking noise dancing against the quiet thudding of the music outside of the room driving you insane.

You huff, standing up and shaking your hair out again, preparing for a second attempt at seduction. You step behind him, running your {F/C} fingernails against the fabric of the white dress shirt on his back, sliding your hand over his holster and to his arm. You wrap your fingers around it, and he yanks his arm away. Defeated, you pull his shoulder back, causing him to turn to face you. Your have no other option than to beg now.

“Don’t you wanna fuck your little girl, J?” You ask with a frustrated pout. “Please..? You know I’m not gonna stop asking.. Just fuck me..!” Your voice sounds as though you’re about to cry, only furthering his anger with you.

He rolls his eyes and snarls, his lips revealing the silver teeth behind them as he clenches his jaw. You feel the gruffness of his tattooed hands pushing against your shoulders, giving you no time to react as you find yourself stumbling backwards onto the desk. His hand slides across the desk behind you and a glass of whiskey hits the floor as he leans into you, his fingers tangling into your hair and pulling your head back as he stares into your eyes. His touch is now on your inner thigh, sliding up slowly toward your essence as he continues to keep his eyes on yours. There’s that wicked grin again..

“It’s a reaction you’ll get then, honey.” He growls as he presses his hand onto the nape of your neck, digging his nails into it and slowly dragging his hand down your back. You wince slightly as his lips press onto yours. His kiss was suffocating as you returned it. I’m off the hook, you think as you lift the arm you were leaning on to wrap it around his neck. In a rugged haste, he yanks it away, gripping into your side as he unzips your dress. You whimper slightly at the pain of his fingertips already bruising your flesh, but getting exactly what you want means more in this moment than the pain he’s causing you.

J slides the dress off of your frame, licking his lips as he does so. “Mmm…” he groans, his eyes studying your {B/T} figure, pleased at what he sees. He tosses the dress aside, shoving you back down onto the desk with ease. Your head bounces off of it slightly, and even though the pain radiates along your back and shoulders, you can’t help but moan.

“Oh.. yeah..!” He says, a hint of what sounds like excitement tapping into his voice. “Tell daddy how much you like when he, thrashes you around!” He undoes his belt, looking at you as rage courses through his veins and vexation gleams through his blue eyes.

“Who do you belong to, {Y/N} Who owns you?” He demands, whipping his belt off from around his waist and snapping it above you, positioning his muscular frame between your legs.

“You..” you whimper, only slightly terrified now. He wouldn’t.. really hurt me.. would he? The thought fills your head, and suddenly you feel the cold side of the leather against your mouth as he sways over you, holding it down on either side of your head.

That’s right… Now tell me, why.” He prods, only slightly lifting the belt from over your mouth to hear what he’s been dying to come from your lips since he heard of your outings.

“Because I’m your.. your favorite little fuck toy..” You moan softly, the suspense of his caving killing you.

Your eyes remaining locked on each other’s heighten the tension between you, a grin slides across your features, and you reach to slide your fingers across your own sex. He slaps your hand away, slamming the bone of your wrist against the hard desk as he shakes his head.

Nah-ah-ah.. I’m the only one who gets to touch you there, baby doll.”

“Give it to me then, Mister J.. I’m beggin’ you..”

He trails the end of his belt along your skin. In a flash, your bra and panties are being ripped off of you and you and sit up slightly to undo his pants, sliding everything down with them. Seeing his taut length made your mouth water, and your entrance wetter.

J grabs you up into his arms as though you were being ripped away from him as he slides his shaft into your core. A loud, lengthy moan escapes your chest as you clutch onto his back, his body rubbing lustfully and hatefully against your skin, exhilarating every sense in you. Everywhere he touches leaves a tingling trail.

His tight, possessive grip on you would be excruciating if the euphoria he was inflicting on you wasn’t hazily clouding over it. The anger he holds only makes him tougher on you, yanking your hair back as he trails hard bites on your neck, leaving traces of blood down to your breasts. You try to pull away from his grip, but his hand connects with your ass as he pushes himself deeper into you as far as he can with a moan. “You feel so fucking good..” You catch him saying between breaths.

His grunting gets louder, only matching the loud screams coming from you now. It doesn’t cross your mind that anyone close to the door could possibly hear you. It never bothered you before anyway- you’re almost sure thats the only reason your neighbors know either of your names.

“Oh fuck..” you mumble under your breath, over and over again. You wrap your legs around his waist and he takes the opportunity, quickly picking you up. His muscles bulge around you as he turns around and slams your back against the wall. A sharp exhale from the pain is quickly mulled by a hand on your neck as he thrusts into your soaked center even harder.

“{Y/N}… Come on.. Cum for daddy, baby..” he demands in a growl, needing you to reach your climax before he reaches his own. Your fingers dig into his back, and you feel the pop of his skin breaking as you slip into your sweet, sweet desires. Your throbbing around his rigid member pushes him over the edge, and your hands grab desperately onto the sides of his face as you watch his reaction the best you can, relishing in every moan and groan he can manage.

His weight against your frame as he pins you to the wall is satisfying. His thrusts grow slower and slower until he can tear himself away from you again, pulling out of your wetness and setting you down with a thunk.

“Happy?” He asks, but his tone makes it sound more like a statement.

He’s still mad at me… You slide your back down against the wall as you sit, naked and utterly exhausted. His hair is a mess and the parts of his body that are showing still manage to arouse your senses again. You close your eyes for just a moment, panting heavily as he gets redressed. We’ll go for round two if I play my cards right, you think to yourself.


Black faux goose-down comforters and pillows surround your face as your mascara smeared eyes reopen slowly. A sharp inhale leaves your lipstick stained lips as you realize you’re not where you fell asleep last night. You jolt upward, suddenly cringing in pain. An involuntary inhale draws in between your gritted teeth. It hurts just to move, and you’re still trying to put the pieces together.

“That’s gotta hurt,” his voice rings out from the adjoining master bathroom. He must’ve heard your whimpering while you tried to recall just what he did to make you feel this way now. He steps out and walks over to your side of the bed.

See what I have to do when you let a stupid bat ruin my fun? Play with my toys?” His face is stone cold before a red smile cracks along it.

You frown, shaking your head as you stand by the truth. “It was nothing with him.”

His fingers trace along the dark purple and blue bruises that grace your {S/T} skin, putting pressure on ones he particularly liked giving you. His smile twitches as he watches you flinch and place a hand over the one on your neck that his finger had just touched. Your groan is collective from his aggravating the bruise and the movement of your arm.

“You shouldn’t have seen him, at all,” he states, clearing his throat, “Or you wouldn’t end up looking like a fucking leopard.”

He wasn’t sure about the stirrings happening in his inner workings. The voices were all laughing now, praising him for a job well done on you. But he felt something, seeing you this way.

“I could have killed you.” His tone is harsh, as though overcompensating for whatever softness that was running through his emotional wiring. Or lack thereof, really.

“I’m sorry,” you say quietly, noticing the change in his demeanor.

The night you just had was amazing on your end of things, but you hadn’t realized the damage he was truly causing on you from his own rage. Caught up in the heat of the moment, you didn’t really care. You lift a hand to cover your body with the comforter, wincing again at the pain.

“Ugh.. Shit..” you mutter, “I’m not moving until it doesn’t hurt anymore.”

“Well,” he turns around, running a hand back through his green hair as what could’ve possibly been the beginning of guilt fades, “take a coupl'a Advil honey, we got work to do.” He says, eliciting a huff from you.

He cocks his gun, turning back to you with a large grin. “Those mother fuckers didn’t show last night, so it’s time to bring the circus to them.”

People: THERE IS SO MUCH JACKIE HATE N THIS FANDOM OM STOOOP HATING ON JACKI U CISHET STARCO SHIPPERZ

Me: *constantly searches Starco, Jarco, Jackie Lynn Thromas tags on Tumblr, Twitter, Youtube etc cuz I love drama *

Originally posted by crimestudio

Me: 

Originally posted by je-suis-ein-pizza

so apparently lotor’s super handsome with silky white locks and glowing yellow eyes and the first thought i had was that during the paladin’s first encounter lance immediately flirts with him and thats how we get a sexuality reveal outta the way LAY IT ON ME SEASON 3

HIS SMILE!!!!!! HIS SMILE!!! A WONDERFUL BEAUTIFUL BOY EVERYONE LOOK HE S SO GOOD AND SAFE AND OKAY!!!!!!!! THIS IS THE BEST THING THATS HAPPENED ALL MONTH!!!!!!!!!!

good ways to bring percival graves back

a la james norrington: out for blood and vengeance and looking like he had a fight with johnny depp 

a la zuko: “hi……….percy here……………………..but i guess you probably already know me……”

a la surprise bitch: surprise bitch

a la colin farrell: just because he wants to be there pls dont take this away from him

anonymous asked:

So in a soulmate AU where everything is black and white until they meet their soulmate right? How do they know what colour is what? Do they run to their friends and say hey I met this person and suddenly their eyes were orange! yeah that colour over there! That's green mate! No thats red! Do they all have to go through a regimented colour test for all ages who just met their soulmate?

I know you don’t mean it this way but I love that this message is posed like I am an expert in Soulmate AUs. Which don’t get me wrong, I totally am. I have a degree in Soulmatology, honors in headcanography, from AUni.

Actually my old boss had Achromatopsia (complete color-blindess, meaning he could only see in grays). Among other things, it just means you have trouble seeing in bright light (i.e. sunglasses would probably be more popular in this universe). Plus, despite a very misleading “”source””, there are over 150 shades of gray, so I have a feeling people would be heavy on using those gray shades but also lots of colors, since people who have met their soulmates would probably obsesse over colors once they can see them.

I think when it comes to picking out which color is which, since people with red-green color blindness more or less can distinguish which shade of brown is which color, there wouldn’t be too much of an issue learning certain colors. Although most people would probably learn from objects (sky is blue, grass is green, etc). Plus, there will always be people who have met their soulmates to teach others which shade of gray is which color. 

Although I’m convinced that people would still 100% mix colors up once they have met their soulmate. “Holy shit, IS THIS PURPLE?” Or people would know when someone has just recently met their soulmate because they are getting colors blatantly wrong, because they think all purples look the same or something like that. (”I love your maroon shirt!” “Um, this is definitely lilac.” “Fuck- hold on can I take a picture? I’m trying to learn all the names. Jesus, a week ago I only knew a vague ROYGBIV!” “Sure, go ahead. Oh and congrats.” “Thanks!”) 

Once you get down to the nitty gritty of an AU like this, I think there would also be issues. Jobs that require 20/20 vision (e.g. pilots, astronauts, military, certain rescue crews) might not hire non-soulmated people. Then the fashion industry and a variety of art-related occupations would be interesting. It might cause a divide between people who have met their soulmate and people who haven’t.

They might have soulmate ‘tests’ for checking color-sight though I don’t think they would be mandatory (unless it’s one of those intense dystopian-arranged-marriage AUs, which by all means make it mandatory to test for being soulmates or people can only marry their soulmates, that’s fun to read too). Plus there might be people who fake having met their soulmate in order to get a certain job or for another reason (to be cool? idk peer pressure, kids).

On the other side though, it might cause things that aren’t in this world. Things only for non-soulmated people, like color labels on clothing and maybe films altered somehow (lots more gray-scale film?) There wouldn’t be nearly as much color-coded things as we have, but instead we would use symbols more often, like traffic lights would show symbols (probably still in green, yellow, red).

This was way more than anyone wanted to read, but oh well.