Imagine helping Donatello with his inventions. Whether it was a large contribution or a smaller one, he would make sure that your efforts were recognized and known by the rest of the team, and that you were aware of how proud he was of you for your work.
Born in the quaint town of Deliverance, Texas, Jared and Jensen were raised to be good little Christian boys: attend church on Sunday, pray at the dinner table, and spread the scriptures and gospel whenever they could. But all of that changes when Jared moves away and returns years later only for there to be something quite different about him–something that Jensen cannot explain but finds himself pulled in by. Raised to believe that homosexuality was a sin and that they would not be delivered into the Kingdom of Heaven for it, both boys find themselves in a war between who they are meant to be and what their church tells them to be. Together, the boys will experience heartbreak, homophobia, and the pain of being shunned by their community–but in the end, will they find their ultimate salvation… with each other?
how did Oliver and Felicity find out about Terry being the bat? :)
The first time Jon brought Terry home for dinner, and Oliver and Felicity heard the words, “Yeah, I’ve been working as Mr. Wayne’s assistant,” they both instantly leaped to the conclusion that this kid was a vigilante in training, the latest in Wayne’s collection. Jonny met him through martial arts tournaments, after all. They knew what had become of Wayne’s previous proteges, and for Terry’s sake they hoped they were wrong.
For a little while, it seemed they might be. Four years went by, and Terry kept going home to Gotham for the summers. No Bat ever appeared.
“Bruce is really super old,” Felicity pointed out hopefully. “Maybe he’s done with all that. Maybe he really does just need an assistant.”
“He’s not the kind of man who knows how to retire,” was all Oliver replied.
In May of 2039, approximately six seconds after Terry took off his cap and gown, the Batman was spotted in Gotham, crashing a motorcycle into the side of a pharmaceutical company’s headquarters.
At night she traces lines in his skin, fingertips moving
gently across the dips and valleys of his battle scars. Her fingers make
constellations from his freckles. Orion and his mighty club. Cassiopeia and her
His skin erupts into goose bumps so she follows those too,
with her nails and with her tongue, smoothing a trail from hip to neck.
Shoulder to shoulder. Top lip to bottom.
Her hips align with his like they were…
“Made for each other”, he whispers into her skin and she
whimpers in the moonlight.
How can one person fit her so perfectly?
And more importantly, how is it possible that she went without
this, without him, for so long?
Bodies collide in darkness, skin against skin, heated
breaths mixed between open lips and closed eyes.
She feels him everywhere. In her bones, so deep in her
marrow that the idea that someday she might not have him is unfathomable. In
her head, her mind dreaming of the possibility that someday they might get a
In her heart.
Her heart is so full of him that it feels like it might
burst out of her chest at any moment. It races when he’s near but even more
when he’s away.
Want. Longing. Fear.
These feelings swirl around inside of her like a hurricane,
unable to calm until he’s pressed against her, inside of her, surrounding her.
The King to her Queen.
The Calm to her Storm.
Maybe even the Right to her Wrong.
Whatever it is, whatever she feels for him cannot be
expressed in words. It can only be felt on the same level as religion or God.
It’s just there. Under the surface,
ebbing and flowing like ocean waves that threaten to drown her.
But god, does she wish to drown.
She draws her constellations, feels his skin prickle under
her fingertips, feels the shaky breath he lets out as he presses a gentle kiss
against her lips.
And she smiles.
Because this is what life is all about. Want and longing and
So I’ve seen these around and they seem to do a good job. But could you like / reblog this if you’d be happy rping with a VOLDEMORT/TOM RIDDLE from HP? Semi exclusive, and somewhat selective. I adore OC’s and Multi-muse, I will not roleplay with anyone under the age of eighteen.
Imagine that when you’re having a really bad day, Michelangelo is always there as the cheering up crew! Whatever it takes - movie marathons, non-stop gaming, pizza parties - Mikey will do everything within his power to cheer you and get you smiling again. Even, if it means pranking his brothers! Dr. Prankenstein is in the house!
Finally got to play Chapter 13, Verse 2 in FFXV yesterday (because long download was long.) While on the short side, it was an enjoyable, giving us Gladio and Iggy’s perspective in Chapter 13. My favourite things are:
Every single time Ignis mentioned Noctis. I hoped and prayed with all my might this would be a thing and within mere minutes of the thing kicking off, he’s fretting about Noct. “If anything were to happen to him…” Be still, my shameless Ignoct shipping heart.
Gladio. Never thought I’d say this. I often give him a bit of a hard time for his behaviour sometimes (even if I sort of get WHY he does the things he does,) but he was a much calmer source of strength here. Maybe it’s because of Ignis’ company? This was something I really needed and I hope we at least get another taste of this kind of Gladio pudding in Episode Gladio.
Ignis saying “alternative facts.” Best thing ever. I nearly dropped my banana weetabix at that.
Gladio combat was actually quite enjoyable. Much more different state of affairs than defending thyself with my ring (*snort.*) And protecting Ignis made me feel nice.
“Can’t you hear that? … Noct’s voice. I heard it. Clear as day.” Again, my heart cannae take it. And Ignis moves fast when his Noctis Senses are tingling.