i blame the fonts

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Charles before Erik

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………….IDK I CANNOT BRAIN A TITLE FOR THIS HELP.

Bet you all expected some wheelchair kinky stuff but NOPE ITS NOT ( ͡ʘ ͜ʖ ͡ʘ)


The wheelchair dancing scene is my fav part in the movie XD Actually I wanted to draw Cherik doing that IN A ROMANTIC WAY LIKE THE MOVIE but then my brain suddenly malfunctioned so it turned out like this imsosorryCharlandErik

Please don’t kill me for the GIF

我就喜欢看犯二的法鲨跟崩溃的一美 ( ͡ʘ ͜ʖ ͡ʘ) (喂


[The After]

Chaotic is Great - Jason Todd x Reader x Batfam

Anon asks: “Meeting the family was so cute! i loved it, are you going to be making a part 2 where reader meets the rest of the family? :)”

Warnings: swearing but that’s it I think, tell me if I missed something

a/n: I’m screaming I had to edit this like 500 times because it kept glitching, fuck you Tumblr. Anyways! This took me so long I think everybody’s forgotten about Meeting the Family! But it is done, and I am happy with it! And I hope you’ll all be happy with it too.

Part 1


“Oh,” Jason starts

“Shit.” Tim finishes.

What was that exclamation about, you ask? Oh, nothing, just yours and Jason entire apartment is now completely wrecked. Yeah, not good. Both Tim and Jason surveyed the area. So, there were 5 broken plates, two broken vases, a broken mirror, two broken tables, and last but not least, a bullet hole in the wall. The plates broke when Jason had launched them like Frisbees at Tim’s head. The vases had broken when Tim chucked them at Jason in retaliation. The mirror had broken when Jason tried to shove Tim into it, but Tim moved quickly which caused Jason to ram himself into the mirror instead of his brother. The tables had broken when Jason proceeded to tackle Tim into the first one, and then Tim launched Jason on the second one. And finally, the bullet hole in the wall. You know, Jason wasn’t aiming to kill his brother. Maybe just graze his arm, or maybe his leg…or maybe his neck. He missed though, thankfully.

Both boys were panicking, Tim more-so because…

“Jason she’s gonna be pissed at me! What the hell?” Tim exclaims, pulling at the roots of his hair. “That’s not my problem.” Jason replies, as he evaluates how to hide most of the damage from you. “Yes, it is. You think she’s just going to let you off with all off…this?” Tim says, while gesturing around at the mess they had made. Jason pauses, thinking of the question at hand. “Okay, fuck help me hide this shit!” He orders, throwing Tim a broom.

Tim speedily swept up all of the broken glass from the mirror, and the broken vases and plates. Jason took on the tables, quickly super-gluing the legs into place, hoping that it would hold until he could get replacements. Both of them heard that the shower was still on, to which they both heaved a sigh of relief. Looking around, Tim saw that Jason had “fixed” the tables, and that everything was looking somewhat normal. The only things missing were the vases and the mirror, but Y/N wouldn’t mind, right? Oh wait, yeah there was also that bullet hole in the wall.

“How in the fucking shit am I supposed to cover that?” Jason whisper yells, as the shower had turned off about 3 minutes ago. The boys were running on limited time, they needed to cover that bullet hole now. And that was when Tim saw it, a painting sitting in the corner waiting to be hung. “How long have you procrastinated putting that up?” Tim asks Jason, pointing over to the work of art. “None of your fucking business.” Jason grumbles. Tim just gives him a look of ‘don’t-be-a-bitch-man-we-have-like-two-minutes’. “Fine it was 3 weeks, but you bet your ass I’m putting it up now.” Jason declared, as he hung the painting over the bullet hole.

You were scared. You had heard the ruckus. You knew what was going on. And you knew that, more than likely, all the shit in your apartment was now broken, smashed, and ruined. Did you mind? Sort of. Were you going to hold it against them? Nope, because today was a good day, you were meeting Jason’s family today. So, you put all of the ruckus aside, even though you did hear what sounded exactly like a gunshot. Jason wouldn’t kill his brother though, right?

Your mind had calmed after you heard Jason and Tim bickering. Knowing now that no one was dead or seriously injured, you could continue getting ready. You wanted to look nice, you were meeting the Wayne’s after all, this wasn’t a time where you could just be casual about it. But later that night you would regret wearing the white silk dress you were currently putting on. Shoving your hair up in a messy, but also somehow stylish high ponytail, you began to pace. Not because of the boys in your living room, no, but because you were about to meet your boyfriend’s family. It was getting to be time to go as well, seeing as it was 7:30pm, and you were supposed to be there at 8:00pm.

“You can do this Y/N. You star on Broadway every week to people who are no doubt criticizing the shit out of you, you can meet Jason’s family. Look how well it went with Tim!” You tell yourself, as you open the door to your living room.

And you just ate your words. Because your mirror was missing, as were your vases, you also saw the plate shards in the trash. Your two tables were crooked and on the verge of falling, and you could see the small cracks in the wall coming from behind the newly hung painting. But thank god the tv hadn’t been smashed, you spent a ton of money on it. Walking out of your bedroom, the clicking of your stilettos alerted the boys to your presence. Just by seeing the look of sheer shock on your face, Jason knew you had a clear idea of all the damage. And after reanalyzing the room, both Tim and Jason realized they hadn’t done an exactly stellar job at hiding the mess.

“Hey baby, you look gorgeous, as always.” Jason blurts out, jumping up to try and block your view of the living room. He was guilty, you could see it in his eyes. “Aw, thanks Jay. How have you boys been?” You ask, tone sickening sweet, and quite honestly scaring the fuck out of Jason. “We’ve ah, erm, um, been good, just relaxing, and um are you ready to go?” Jason rambles, and that ticked you off to the fact that he was lying. He always rambled when he lied you noticed. His ears also turn bright red, so those two factors combined gave him a built in lie-detector of sorts (a/n: those are actually my headcannons of how you can tell when Jason is lying.). You decided to let him off. “Yeah baby, I’m ready to go. Are you and Tim ready?” You ask.

“Yes!” They both shout, simultaneously.

“Fair warning Y/N, our family’s um…” Tim starts, trailing off after not quite knowing exactly what to say.

“Fucked. Tim means to say that our family is fucked and weird, and that is why I avoided them all.” Jason finishes, making both you and Tim give him a look of ‘wow-buddy-you’re-a-dick’. “What? I’m just kidding!” Jay exclaims, as he parks your car in front of the manor.

Oh god, here you go. You weren’t entirely prepared for this. Could you just go home? That was an option, right? Jason would surely fulfill that request. No! No, you were going to see this through, meet the family, and have a good time damn it! So, taking in a breath of preparation, you ordered the boys in the car to join you in heading to the door.


“We’re home!” Tim shouts, as he flings open the door to the manor, quickly rushing inside and disappearing for a few moments.

“Ah, you must be Miss Y/N, I’ve heard lovely things about you from Master Timothy. I’m Alfred, and if you need anything please be sure to ask me.” Alfred introduces himself to you, successfully calming some of your nerves. You had heard many stories of Alfred, Jason held the man up in the highest form of respect you had ever seen.

“Yes, that would be me. I’ve heard splendid things about you from Jason. And thank you, I’ll be sure to ask for anything if I need it, sir.” You reply, trying to be formal and respectful, while still trying to not feel fake. God, this shit was hard and you had only spoken to one person. Jason saw the slight distress in your eyes, but your face didn’t project that same nervousness. You were an amazing actress; I mean you were on Broadway after all.

“You okay, baby? We can go home if you’re not.” Jason whispers to you, squeezing your hand in comfort. “Yeah, yeah I’m fine Jay. Just nervous. They’re your family after all, I know they mean a lot to you. I just want to impress them.” You admit, clicking your heels together like Dorothy from The Wizard of Oz. “You don’t need to impress my family, Y/N. They’ll love you regardless. But if you’re so worried, then just know they’re already impressed that you even showed up. I told them I had a girlfriend a few times, they never believed me.” Jason chuckles, and it was true. He had tried to tell them about you 3 times over your 8-month relationship, but every time they thought he was kidding.

Breathing in a sigh of relief at Jason’s consolation, you feel ready to meet the rest of them. And just to your luck, here comes a very bubbly, blue-eyed man with jet black hair. Were those traits like a theme with this fucking family?

“You must be Y/N! Hi, I’m Dick, Jason’s older brother.” Dick introduces himself to you, putting his hand out for what you think is a handshake, but instead when you give him your hand he brings it up to his mouth and kisses it. You were pretty sure your face matched the scarlet shade of lipstick you were wearing. “I-um, ahem, yes I’m Y/N. It’s very nice to meet you Dick.” You reply, fumbling with your words as you try to regain your cool. You could feel Jason literally shaking with jealousy next to you, and before you can say ‘my-boyfriend-has-no-chill’, Jay is chasing Dick around the manor. Dick does about 500 backflips up the staircase as Jason bounds after him.

“Oh dear god, I’m sorry for my sons’ behavior, Y/N. Hello by the way, I’m Bruce.” A voice speaks out, causing you to whip around. Like the voice said, it belonged to Bruce Wayne, who was currently standing in front of you with a smile on his face. “Um, it’s okay sir, I’m used to it with Jason.” You reply, shaking Bruce’s hand as you do so. He lets out a laugh, which is strange because since when does Batman laugh. Oh yeah, you knew about the whole secret identity thing, Jason had told you 4 months into the relationship.

“Jason is trouble, always has been.” Bruce says, as he looks around, searching for his kids you presume. “Ah, here’s the final person you need to meet. This is my youngest son, Damian.” Bruce says, as he gestures to a 13-year-old boy who already showed that he would fit in with the whole ‘we’re-literally-hot-as-fuck’ family theme. Really, was there a man in Gotham who didn’t have black hair, blue eyes, and an extremely sharp jawline?

“I don’t need your introduction, father. Hello Y/N, as you heard, I’m Damian.” The boy says, as he walks up to you, kissing your hand when he reaches you. Okay, when even the 13-year-old is fucking flirt, that’s when you know a family has something good going on. “Well hello Damian, may I ask where your brothers are?” You ask him, curious as to why the rest of the family went missing. “Grayson and Todd are upstairs fighting over you I believe, and Drake is holed up in his room, pacing around like a rabid dog. Luckily, I’m here to keep you company.” Damian responds, as he guides you to the manor’s living room. He shows you some of his drawings, he was a really talented kid, you’d noticed that when you saw the first drawing, which looked like it could’ve been a damn photo of his father in front of a set of computer systems. Just as you finish getting through the first sketchbook Damian had grabbed, you heard a voice ring out…

“Dinner!“


Sitting at dinner was strange. You were sat in-between Jason and Tim, Dick being sat across from Jason, Damian being sat across from you, and Bruce being sat across from Tim, while Alfred was at the head of the table. You were silently eating the delicious soup that Alfred had made, as Jason and Dick were bickering, ignoring their food completely. Bruce had tried to stop them of course, that doesn’t mean he was successful. Damian had been subtly flirting with you the entire night, which was really weird, I mean where did the kid think he was getting? Alfred had been silent, other than to ask if everyone was enjoying their food. And Tim, god, Tim had been a lifesaver, he was engaging you in a conversation about both Hamilton the musical, and Alexander Hamilton himself.

“The Federalist Papers are without a doubt one of the most influential sets ever created.” Tim comments, distracting you from the fact that a roll of bread had been chucked at Dick, by Jason of course. “Absolutely, they inspired a lot of the aspects of our government today. Many of the ideals of the Constitution are based on those papers, and the ideas of the Fathers’ themselves obviously.” You reply, as you lift a spoonful of soup to your mouth.

“You know what, you prick? I’m done with this conversation!” Jason yells, as he dumps his glass of water on top of Dick’s head. You jump a bit, not expecting that to have happened.

“Jason!” Bruce exclaims, shame clear on his face.

“No, no B, it’s okay.” Dick shouts, before tossing his soup at Jason. Thankfully it wasn’t scalding, but honestly you don’t think the brothers would’ve cared if it was.

“My god, you’re revealing yourselves as the fools you truly are in front of our beautiful guest.” Damian commented, with a slight smirk on his face.

“You little fucker!” Jason shouts, throwing a bread roll at Damian’s head. “Shut up Damian!” Dick screeches, before dumping his water on Damian’s head.

“You…you…INSUFFERABLE IDIOTS!” Damian roars, before throwing his water at Dick, and his soup at Jason. But, you see the thing is, Damian miscalculated the throw of the soup, and it hit you instead, coating your white dress in warm, but very staining brown soup. “Oh no, I am so sorry Y/N-” Damian starts, “You’re throwing soup at my girlfriend, you little rat!” Jason screams, launching salad at Damian.

Before you can even realize what’s going on, someone grabs your arm, pulling you to safety under the table. Looking around, you see it was Tim who drug you both under the safety of the table.

“I’m so sorry, we’re a little…very, no we’re very chaotic.” Tim apologizes, looking like a little puppy who was about to be punished. Remember folks, he idolizes you, and now his brothers have ruined this entire experience for him. “Hey, chaotic is okay. Chaotic is great. The Revolutionary War was chaotic, searching for a new government was chaotic, but it ended up alright huh? This’ll end up alright too. Thanks, by the way, for dragging us to safety.” You softly tell Tim, a genuine smile on your face. He smiles back, nodding in response to you thanking him.

“And listen, we’re still on for that show tomorrow, yeah?” You ask the boy next to you. Tim nods, a small smile on his face as he does.

“And, maybe, just maybe, we’ll bring the whole family.” You say.

“No! We won’t!” Jason yells.

“Burn in the depths of hell, Todd. We’re going!”

“Fuck you, you fucking tater tot!”

Part of how the abuser escapes confronting himself is by convincing you that you are the cause of his behaviour, or that you at least share the blame.



But abuse is not a product of bad relationship dynamics, and you cannot make things better by changing your own behaviour or by attempting to manage your partner better.



Abuse is a problem that lies entirely within the abuser.

—  “Why Does He Do That?” By Lundy Bancroft, Ch. 1
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gleerewatch: 1x20

Theatricality isn’t about crazy outfits. It’s not enough to douse yourselves with gasoline.
You have to light yourselves on fire to make it work!
Being theatrical doesn’t mean you have to be a nuclear explosion. It can be like a quiet storm. You just have to radiate emotion, express what’s deep inside you.
That’s what theatricality is truly about.

some-stupid-blue-star  asked:

I don't know who you are or what you're doing here but let me just speak for everyone and say never ever leave and thank you for being real like yes

I am a mystery wrapped in an enigma and I will be haunting these halls for the rest of eternity, thank you.

Originally posted by day-by-day-im-fading-away

(I’m not sure why I’m in such a spooky mood, I blame Halloween.)

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My friends and I subtitled the Chain Chronicle OVA. Sorry if there are any mistakes, our translators mostly translated from the Chinese subs.

Soldier Wars

Chapter 1
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Parings: Kotoumi, Nozoeli, Nicomaki

Summary: AU. Soldier Game centric. All you need to know is that they wear suits in this fic and are absolutely badass

Words: ~10,000

Tags: Alternate Universe, Adult Characters, Canon Divergence, M-rated

Note: After writing about 6 pairings in Buy Your Love, I’ll focus more on my 3 absolute favs this time -> Soldier Game Trio is love

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anonymous asked:

I'm been reading the news and i sow that a man pushed a muslim woman in font of a train, i hate how everyone blames muslims for Isis but then other religions have people that attack and kill people but then everyone is like not all religions are like that.

We’re able to separate individuals from the religion as a whole when the members of it look a certain way. Christians are somehow not responsible for the KKK, the Utoya massacre, the Oklahoma City bombing, etc, but all Muslims are responsible for radical terrorism.

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