da pun

au where ravens trapped foxes with their ridiculous v formation all the same exept they also started stomping and clapping in unison with

👏YOU👏GOT👏MUD👏ON👏YOUR👏FACE👏YOU👏BIG👏DISGRACE👏

Das Fühl, wenn du dir etwas kaufen willst, was du eigentlich nicht brauchst, dies aber teuer ist, du aber eigentlich genug Geld dafür hättest, aber es eben nicht wirklich brauchst, aber willst……. obwohl du es nicht brauchst………………. aber gerne hättest………. auch wenn ……………. ḍ̟͝u̖͍̘̺͍̕ ̟̤͉̥̖e͉̘͙̳͓s͓̮̳̟̲̭ͅ ͚͠n͉̰i̱̭͉͞c͓̙̲̳ht̥͕͎̩ͅ ̹̩̪w̰͓̜i̶̩̘̦͉̝ͅr͇͙̖͓͇̱k̛̺̯͚l͏͈̗̱̥̯̖͙̘i͟͏̱̮̱͓ͅc̗̺͔̳ḫ̶̵̝̗̠͓͚̥͝ ͇͙̭͝b̸̢̙̫̙̗͢ŕ̳͕̯̞̰̮͔a̷̡͍̬̪̘a҉̬͇ù̸̧̥͍̙̱̣̕u̶̦͈̻̫̪̩͙͞u҉̛̛͍̯͔̰̲̣͉͝ͅư̵̵̶͓̦̙̙̭̼̠̜̥͈̳͈̪̟ͅc̛̛̫͍̻̗̯̭̞̲̭̬̫c̵̵҉͕̜̥̯̳͎̩̗͔͎̥̣h̙̹̳͞h͜͠͝͡҉͙̭̣h̢̙̳͉͙͟ͅs̢͉̦̗͍̜͇̜̦͈͉̮̺͕̟͉͖͚̀͡͞ͅţ̴̨̻͇̼͚̱͖̟͙̮̙͙̰̪͉͕̞ţ̸̴̱̼̥̹̰̗̩̫̼̜̮̜̙̩̘̀͢

Wet

Summary: These pranks are getting pretty out of hand… Enough said.

Pairing: Warren x Reader

Warnings: It might be intense fluff, it might be light smut… Who knows? Swearing, as always.

A/N: Currently super pissed off at tumblr right now. I had like 3 stories I was going to publish today and they all got deleted, so that was fun. If you guys have any alternatives to tumblr drafts could you message me bc I’m legit so lost… 😱 Sorry that this is super late. You guys should request for sure because this writer’s block is killing me. 😭 😭 

Originally posted by snarling-through-our-smiles


“Shit!” You gasped as you felt the icy water soak through your clothes. In an instant, you felt another balloon explode against you, drenching you once more. “What the fuck?”

You wiped the water from your eyes, shivering against the wind. You had just come out of the mansion with Jubilee, heading to the pond for a nice, relaxing lunch with Jean, Scott, and Kurt. Instead, the moment you stepped outside, you were attacked. 

“Nice!” 

You looked up to find Warren and Peter, perched in a tree with a bucket of water balloons. They hi-fived before Warren swooped down and Peter skidded to a stop at your left side with a cool gust of wind. 

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Head Trauma

A bluepulse OT3 fic

EDIT: For those who would find reading this on Ao3 easier on the eyes, here’s the link: Head Trauma (Ao3 version)


The loud crack was enough to make the team momentarily freeze, their eyes darting skyward to lock on Blue Beetle. For a moment he was spiraling toward the ground, his wings beating unbalanced and irregular. For that split second Impulse felt like his heart stopped. Almost as quickly as it happened he righted himself and flew straight at the meta who had thrown the giant chunk of concrete at his head to take him down quickly and efficiently.

Robin thought for a moment of ordering a tactical retreat, but they were so close to completing the mission, and judging by the way Blue Beetle was making quick work of the situation he was fine. ‘…Finish the mission. Then check in as soon as possible.’

As soon as they had secured the weapons-shipment Robin notified the League and ordered his team to fade back. The moment they had regrouped to wait for pickup from Nightwing, Tim turned to Jaime and spoke. “Are you okay? That sounded like a serious hit.”

All eyes turned to focus on Jaime. His head tilted to the side, but he didn’t armor-down. The look in his eyes was… off.

“Blue?” Bart asked as he darted over to his side.

Gold eyes glanced at Bart, inscrutable, but not hostile or warm. When he spoke it was all too clear that Jaime wasn’t the one speaking. “There is a problem,” he said without Jaime’s accent, “The head trauma is serious. Jaime Reyes is currently unconscious.”

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