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The important thing to remember about Sten is that he is a master troll. He says shit that, if you take seriously, is really mean and threatening, but if you call out his bullshit or troll him right back or stick to your guns, you gain massive amounts of approval.

During a conversation you have with him about tamassrans, where the Warden can act surprised that priests raise kids and not their parents, Sten just SNARLS and says “It obviously didn’t work for you.”

Which is fucking RUDE. And you can act offended or hurt

BUT

You can literally just say “Cute.” WHICH JUST RADIATES SARCASM and Sten smiles (yes, smiles) and cheerfully (yes, cheerfully) says “I liked it” This motherfucker was trolling you the entire time

Sten is a troll, take everything he says with a grain of salt. When you give him a taste of his own medicine, he’s really just a weird dork.

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Deathstroke Recruits His Version of Teen Titans in Issue #21
Some big changes are coming to the Deathstroke title in the wake of DC Comics' Lazarus Contract crossover event.

“DEFIANCE” part one! A new day has dawned for Deathstroke. Having emerged from the Speed Force a changed man, Slade Wilson takes aim at living a better life—a life in service of justice. But when the world refuses to accept the new Deathstroke, Slade recruits a group of young heroes to join him including including former Teen Titans, Kid Flash and Power Girl, his children, Rose and Jericho, and the bombastic Terra! But has Slade truly shed his villainous past? And what other shadowy forces are working against him? Find out as Deathstroke’s bold new direction begins here!

  • Me at confessional: I'm so starved for new naruto content that I'm actually starting to accept and enjoy new gen because I have no other options.

Also one of the reasons it seems likely to me that most antis are young despite not actually having demographic data is that I remember shocking media, and how it always seemed we got used to it over time with no serious repercussions.

When I was a kid, Judas Priest was supposedly so satanic that when people claimed their music had driven two innocent teen boys to suicide (one didn’t die in the attempt but did, quite literally, blow off the lower half of his face), a lot of people believed it. Now, Priest is considered classic metal, and most people like it.

When I was a little older (I think), gangsta rap was supposedly inspiring young people to horrifying violence and disrespect for women. Now, that music is seen, for all its flaws, as important political art made by young black men in disadvantaged communities, and we all flock to movies about the people who made it.

When I was a bit older, Nine Inch Nails. Pigs and bondage gear and screamy sounds and even a fake snuff film, if you were a dedicated enough fan to hunt it down. (I was and did.) Is anyone scared of Mr. Reznor now, really?

Marilyn Manson. Eminem. The list goes on and on and on. Every generation has its artist like this, someone who polevaults over the standards of propriety and gets notoriety for it–and, in many cases, who is ALSO talented enough to be remembered even after the shock dies down.

That’s how both art and pop culture WORK.

The reason that when I see an anti I expect them to be a minor or at least a young adult is because that’s how young someone has to be to have not lived through at least one cycle of this and gone “waiiit, five years after that, humanity hadn’t changed much.”

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Another  hairbrained scheme by O’ll Slade to spend time with his Son and Daughter

DEATHSTROKE #21
Written by CHRISTOPHER PRIEST—Art by DIOGENES NEVES—Cover by RYAN SOOK—Variant cover by SHANE DAVIS
*Includes a code for a free digital download of this issue.
“DEFIANCE” part one! A new day has dawned for Deathstroke. Having emerged from the Speed Force a changed man, Slade Wilson takes aim at living a better life—a life in service of justice. But when the world refuses to accept the new Deathstroke, Slade recruits a group of young heroes to join him including including former Teen Titans, Kid Flash and Power Girl, his children, Rose and Jericho, and the bombastic Terra! But has Slade truly shed his villainous past? And what other shadowy forces are working against him? Find out as Deathstroke’s bold new direction begins here!
On sale JULY 5 • 32 pg, FC, $3.99 US • RATED T+

a-redharlequin  asked:

Imagine incubus Kid showing up to tempt Priest Law, but then ends up being the one shamelessly taken advantage of. Law would definitely trap himself a sex demon for his own personal use.

Sorry for the delay

Law smiled in the dark shadows of his church, and his smile shined with a dangerous glint. Rising from his position kneeling in front of the sacred altar, he turned to greet his late visitor, someone he had been expecting the whole day.

Law was a priest, but for what he had done and what he was about to do he was pretty sure he will end up buried in the deepest part of hell.  Not a problem from his point of view since he still regretted nothing, and would repeat this strange ritual night after night for eternity.

It was just too much temptation to put an end to it.

“You are earlier than usual” he said to the empty space of his congregation filled with banks and old portraits of saints “Greedy, aren’t we?”

From the empty space surrounding him only came back a dark grunt that echoed in the dark and high ceiling of the church. A low sultry voice that has been created just to tempt every man on earth and drove them mad with need, but that Law, of-fucking-course, was supposed to resist as a follower of The Lord.

“Come here Eustass” he said at last to the presence watching him in silence not wanting to delay this anymore. He had never had patience with this being, and he wasn’t going to start now.

The wind blew through the place with a burn sulfur scent and suddenly the hundred candles that had been burnt down from the lateness of the hour, came alive illuminating the place with hundred bright little sports.  

And then, in the middle of the church, just in front of Law, appeared a strange being out from a dark cloud of smoke.

Law felt his pulse quicken just by looking at it, just by remembering what had happened the last times.

The creature was tall, muscular, but also lean pretty, its skin looked almost white, not human, but Law knew first hand that it was softer and tastier than purest velvet chocolat. Its eyes were of a mysterious and hypnotizing dark yellow, its lips were full and red just begging to be kissed, and its bright scarlet hair cascaded through his face giving it a wild look that drove the priest mad.

However the creatures also had strong and proud horns that rose in the air, it had two wicked wings that looked old and broken form using them too much, and a long twirling tail that cut through the air with in an impatient way. It was a hell creature, Law’s favorite one, his dear Eustass Kidd.

Law just licked his lips hungrily and with a dark voice he commanded. “Knelt”

The creature instantly felt to his knees with the marks that Law had covered his body with shining brightly and making him obey. Law hadn’t lost time that first night a month ago when he had met the creature, and he had instantly captured it and marked it as his pet, and now the other was bound to him unable to scape.

Something dark and possessive turned in Law’s stomach just to know that that stunning creature was only his.

The creature however just glared at him from the floor clearly pissed, but did nothing as the priest approached him, and ran his fingers through the wild red hair that felt like silk, between his tattooed fingers.  Law smiled as he watched the creature tremble with that little caress, how its eyes suddenly darkened and how its whole body language changed turning oh so perfectly submissive.

“What do you want to do tonight dear? Wanna use the altar again? The chains?” he teased mercilessly loving to see the strong proud creature squirm.

The creature groaned annoyed, but quickly grabbed the priest hips and pressed its face against the bulge in the priest pants panting heavily, mouthing at it hungrily as if it couldn’t wait for the fabric covering Law’s erection to disappear.

“Please” was the creature only request, as its trembling fingers began to unbutton the priest pants “I need it”.

Law smiled wickedly, maybe he had been to rough with the creature lately, testing the incubus endurance had been really fun, but just by looking at it starting to lick his belly with little cries of desperation escaping from that lovely hot mouth, Law knew it was starving.

Maybe he should reward it tonight if it behaved, recently, the creature had been a very good boy, if it performed good tonight Law might indulge it and give it what he so desperately wanted..