like maybe red


red spoils blue in his own way

does this count as spoiling?? idk he indulges his bf sometimes


➵ My favorite brotp’s (1/?): Cameron and Lory from The Red Queen Series.
     ↳ "Cole, if you make me sick again, I’ll gut you in your sleep
            Somehow, that gets a crinkle of a smile out of Cameron.


how did i manage to forget about blackout fuck

The most hilarious bit of ffvii trivia I’ve ever read: 

“Although he obviously wasn’t meant to look like him, Tetsuya Nomura imagined that Red XIII would be voiced by Sean Connery. When he had a spoken line in Advent Children, it was done as an imitation of Sean Connery.” - FFVII character page, tvtropes.


i like to think red’s blastoise and venusaur were a gift from blue


no one ever told me chloe bourgeois is actually gwen stacy

Today’s England of the day is:

Reblog to get a tub of ice cream on your doorstep at exactly 5:14am, personally delivered by england himself. but it will disappear if you wake. and be sure to not stay awake at that time, as he will take your teeth. be careful. don’t touch the lonesome, ice cream frosted spoon in the fridge.

  • Bruce: *Puts Selina in the passenger seat of the Batmobile*
  • Voice from the backseat: Hey.
  • Selina: ...Jason? What are you doing here?
  • Jason: Shot a scumbag pimp in the junk. And then the face.
  • Selina: Oh. Well, good for you.
  • Bruce: *silent angry driving*
  • Selina: And he's putting you in jail? His own son?
  • Jason: He thinks he is. I slipped out of my cuffs about three minutes after he put them on me.
  • Bruce: Jason...
  • Selina: Oh, what a coincidence. It only took me two.
  • *All Hell Breaks Loose*
  • Dex: Well, Nursey, you're making me very angry.
  • Dex: And when I get angry, I get horny.
si nos amas, salva nos

ColdFlash AU: Evil!Barry

The Flash has disappeared. And in his absence Central City was ripe for the taking; thugs and villains of all kinds started creating mayhem and wreaking havoc, but no one has been more frightening to the people of Central than the mysterious speedster in black. No one knows who he is or where he came from. No one knows what he wants. 

With The Flash gone, Len is afraid for his sister’s life. He demands they go back to his city, and for once, Rip doesn’t argue with him. They both know without anyone to protect Central there might be no city for Savage to conquer in the future.

Len’s feet barely touch the city’s ground for twenty seconds before he is suddenly whisked away from his friends in the blink of an eye, he doesn’t even manage to reach out for his gun before his hands get cuffed to a pole. A shadowed figure stands before him, and Len knows it’s the man they came for. Unarmed in a secluded place with no back-up, Len knows he’s screwed, but he schools his expression into its familiar cold demeanour, “Who are you?” he shouts, “What do you want?”

The silhouette of the man steps closer, the shadow gives way to light, and Len doesn’t believe his eyes- Barry Allen stands before him, looking the same but also different, all clad in black instead of red, no trace of that usual glint in his eyes. Barry blinks and his eyes turn black, deep and hollow and terrifying, making Len feel as if his soul is being devoured, “You know who I am.” Barry drawls, his voice unnaturally off and demonic, sounding like ten people are talking at once. “And what I want is simple, really,” 

The voice sends a tremor up Len’s spine, he visibly shakes and Barry comes closer- no, not Barry, the man in front of him might be many things, but there is no way he is the hero that Len once knew. 

“I want you, Lenny.” a thousand voice says at once.  


“You missed me?” he asked, looking up at you through long lashes.

“Of course I missed you. Those two are entertaining,” you said, jerking your thumb back at Sam and Dean who were standing by the car. “But I don’t have the same kind of fun with them as I do with you.”

Cas looked down, smile filling his face.

“Where were you anyway? And where’s your tie?” you asked. He looked down, running a hand absently over the front of his shirt.

“It’s actually an interesting story. I was walking down the street and there was this cat—”

“Cas,“ you stopped him gently. "Maybe you could tell me everything over dinner?” If it were possible, his smile widened.

“Yes,” he nodded without hesitation. “I’d like that very much. I’ll tell you everything.”