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Ok but Joker finding out Bruce is ticklish during a far more,, intimate situation



Bruce was lucky to be alive.

Standing next to the batmobile when it exploded - how and why were mysteries he still needed to solve - meant he now had a pretty good idea of what Armageddon probably looked like. And the fact that he’d managed to hobble away with nothing worse than nasty cuts and a whole lot of bruising almost sent him running to the nearest church.

But lying on the cot in the corner of the cave, Bruce didn’t feel very lucky. In fact, he was feeling extremely sorry for himself. Everything hurt, like someone had taken a sledgehammer and slammed it into every part of his body.

Joker had laughed when he first saw Bruce stagger into the cave. Bruce didn’t take it personally. He may be the only person whose lungs Joker didn’t want to rip out during a fit of boredom - although he wasn’t always sure - but the day the clown didn’t laugh at someone else’s misfortune was the day he also dug himself a hole and laid down to die.

But the laughter didn’t last long and Joker helped Bruce out of the suit, checking his injuries before he led him over to the cot.

They were now tucked up together nice and snug - the fact that the cot was only made for one meant nothing to Joker - and he ran his fingers through Bruce’s hair in that almost-gentle way that Joker knew Bruce loved. Softness with a sharp edge that always gave him a secret thrill.

Joker dug his nails into Bruce’s scalp just enough to make him close his eyes and sigh and as his other hand cupped his jaw, Joker leaned down to give him a kiss.

It was almost-soft and very slow and even though Bruce’s body ached and burned, it didn’t stop his arms coming up to pull Joker on top of him.

And that was all the encouragement Joker needed. He started kissing harder, fingers digging in just a little bit more and a sharp tug of his hair made Bruce moan.

Joker’s giggles vibrated against Bruce’s lips. “Feeling better already?”

Bruce replied with a noncommittal grunt.

“Oh, poor baby,” he said, fingers twirling the hair at the nape of Bruce’s neck. “What can Uncle J do to make it better?”

Bruce didn’t say anything. This was working pretty well to be honest but if Joker had something else in mind…

Joker’s hands went either side of Bruce’s head and he levered himself up. “Where does it hurt?”


A wicked grin spread across Joker’s face. “Then I’ll work from the top down.”

And he leaned back down to place a kiss on Bruce’s forehead in that soft-soft way that really made him weak.

Bruce closed his eyes again as the kisses travelled down his face and teased the corner of his lips. He moved to catch that mouth again but Joker dodged and slowly continued his path down Bruce’s neck and chest.

When tongue and teeth started teasing his nipple, Bruce let out a soft hiss and his back arched into the touch as much as it could. Joker looked up and giggled.

“Seems things are starting to look up, darling.”

He wiggled his hips for emphasis and although there was still clothing between them, it caused a hitch in Bruce’s breath.

Then a wicked grin spread across that lovely mouth and Joker continued where he’d left off, gradually moving further down, each feather-light press of the lips followed by a sweep of his tongue.

It felt almost good enough to make being hurled at a wall worth it.

Joker’s teeth grazed the line of Bruce’s hipbone and it made his cock twitch and then his tongue swept along his stomach and started circling his navel. Round and round it went and Bruce hoped Joker moved things along soon. He wasn’t sure how much more of this he could take.

Then Joker’s hand came up and his thumb brushed against the spot of skin just below Bruce’s hip and a noise came from him that stopped Joker in his tracks.

He looked up again and his entire face lit up like a kid that’d found a new candy store.

“Brucie!” he gasped. “Are you…ticklish?”

Bruce’s eyes went wide. “No.”

Joker brushed the spot again, getting the same result.

“Ha, you are!” And Joker grinned like it was the best thing he’d heard all year.

“No, don’t-”

But Joker ignored him and dug his thumbs in on both sides, making Bruce squirm.

“J-Joker,” Bruce cried between fits of laughter. “Stop!”

“Make me,” Joker said, not even bothering to hide how much he was enjoying himself. Forget the year, this was his greatest discovery of the decade!

Bruce tried, he really did. His hands locked around Joker’s wrists and he tried to pry them off, but he was only an hour into recovery and didn’t have the strength.

“What’s the magic word?” Joker sang.


“Well, that’s not it. Although it is a good idea!”

He laughed and, with the tickling becoming unbearable and no end in sight, Bruce had no choice but to give in.

“Please!” He begged. “Just…just please stop!”

And although hearing Bruce actually beg was beyond a delight, Joker couldn’t resist one last bout of tickling before he let go and slid back up to eye level.

“It seems I’ve discovered Batman’s true weakness,” Joker said, his smile ridiculously and beautifully wide. “But what to do with such knowledge?”

“You,” Bruce said, catching his breath. “Are an asshole.”

“And you love me for it,” Joker replied, his smile - if possible - getting even bigger.

Bruce didn’t answer and his hand reached up to tangle in Joker’s hair.

“Come here,” he said as he pulled Joker down into another kiss.


Star Wars aesthetic: Padmé Amidala

“She was very beautiful. Kind, but…sad.”

I feel like magnus and alec encourage each other when one of them is being difficult or just a pain in the ass for other people. like I can imagine them sitting in a meeting and a clave member tries talking to magnus but is being extremely rude so magnus is like “alexander, did you hear something?” and alec barely hides his smirk and is just like “no babe, maybe it’s something from outside” “hmm maybe, it was certainly not the sound of a clave member being rude to the high warlock of brooklyn” “it couldn’t be, they wouldn’t dare. not after everything you do for them” and all the clave members are sitting there shook and unsure what to do or how to get magnus to cooperate with them.

or there’s times when jace is being super annoying and magnus and alec have just had enough and are like “darling would you mind if I turned your dear brother into a frog?” “no not at all, in fact make him a mouse. it’ll be funny to watch him run from the cats” “ooo I know, I’ll turn him into a stand for your weapons, you know how much I hate when you leave them lying around” “nah, jace would enjoy that too much. he’s always had a hard on for weapons” and jace is just like “tf alec, you’d really do that to your brother?” and alec just shrugs and smiles which cause jace to smile too.

the worst is when the whole squad goes out and both magnus and alec end up drunk and alec becomes outraged when clary says she’s the gayest one there like “how dare you? I am the gayest. magnus tell her” and magnus is like “I can confirm he is so gay. the best gay” “aw magnus, you’re the best bi” and they both go on about how “iconic” they are and everyone else is just like “chill, it was a joke” but they’re both too drunk and too wound up to care until they notice there’s a karaoke night going on and magnus turns to alec with wide eyes and alec’s just like “do it” and everyone’s like please no because they’ve heard magnus sing “don’t stop me now” by queen everytime he’s drunk but it’s too late, magnus is up there and alec’s drunkenly telling everyone “that’s my boyfriend” while cheering an equally drunk magnus on.


You know what I’ve just noticed? You know what breaks my heart?

In this scene, when Lexa tells Clarke “Ai gonplei ste odon”, and Clarke responds by “No, I won’t accept that”, you can see Lexa slightly smiling.

You’re driven to fix everything for everyone. 

Even in her last moments, Lexa lovingly smiles, and stares at Clarke. She’s staring at the girl who always makes the best decision for her people, the girl who never backs away from a possibility to make peace with her ennemies, the girl who always wants to save as many people as she can. 

With her last bits of strength, she smiles and stares lovingly at Clarke. 

What she finds is partly comfort, because she knows the girl she loves will always be herself. She will always seek the best in life. Even in the worst situations. 

But as we can see, Lexa has tears in her eyes. She unsuccessfully closes her eyes to hold back her tears, but knows some are still escaping. 

Now, do you believe Lexa, Commander of thirteen clans, a long time trained fighter and leader, who is used to suffering in silence, both physically and mentally, who willingly grabbed a sword with her bare hands, freshly and quickly slicing them in the way, would cry? 

Yes, taking a bullet freaking hurts, but Lexa wouldn’t cry at the physical pain.

Lexa is crying, because as much as she finds comfort in seeing that Clarke is, and will always be, herself in any kind of situation, she knows who she’s leaving behind. She knows that she’s once again abandoning Clarke, and that, once again, Clarke will be hurt because of her. Only this time, Lexa wasn’t the one to make that choice. 

This time, they’re not in the cold, dark woods near Mount Weather. They’re in Polis, the place that made Clarke fall for Lexa once again, a place reflecting hope, and life. They’re in Lexa’s home, a place where they exchanged rough, and yet sweet conversations, where Clarke found peace while drawing Lexa in her sleep, where she found Lexa’s fears and hopes for the future; but mostly, where they found each other, going desperately and hungrily after each other’s lips barely a few hours ago.

Lexa was never afraid of dying, but this time, just to lay by Clarke’s side in their bed, she wishes she could just breathe a little longer.

And this time, as Clarke kisses her goodbye, Lexa falls asleep for good, only wishing she could hold those lips against her own forever. 

how do you silence the voice in your head that tells you you’re a talentless hack and everything you write is garbage asking for a friend

Today I went to the supermarket. I went with my eight year old sister.
As we walked down the fruit & veg aisle she stopped suddenly. I looked around and saw that she had shoved something in her mouth.
Instead of immediately becoming angry, I asked her what it was. She said it was the ice from under the celery, and I was inclined to believe her.
I then explained to her, still without getting angry, that she shouldn’t eat that ice because it was unhygienic. I told her that she could get sick off it, and that it would be better if she didn’t.
Do you know what she did? She spat the ice into her hand, and led me out of the supermarket so she could put it in the bin.
She listened to me, not because there would be consequences caused by me, not because I was angry, but because I explained to her why it would be a bad idea.
I was yelled at as a small child for a similar action. Not once did my parents stop to explain to me why I shouldn’t do that kind of thing. They went straight to anger.
And did I listen? No, of course not. I was a small child to whom reasons for not doing this sort of thing were never explained. It was years later, when I had grown out of doing that sort of thing, that I figured out why.

This same thing, to some level, came up in class today. My class, going off on a tangent, were having a discussion with the teacher about school uniform. Tell me, has anyone ever explained directly the reasons of wearing a uniform to a student such as yourself? Have those same people never ignored certain rules like that because they never understood why those rules were in place?

Parents reading this, please take note. Kids will continue to break the rules if they don’t understand why those rules exist.