steph helps out

there is literally no doubt in my mind that Damian Wayne takes friendship bracelets REALLY VERY SERIOUSLY

Colin would have made him one because they were making them at the orphanage one afternoon, and, you know, Damian is totally his friend, and once he explained the tradition Damian was probably really flattered and awkward and never wants to take it off and no one is ever allowed to speak badly about it, like, EXCUSE ME, BUT COLIN MADE THAT FOR ME AND HE TIED IT ON MY WRIST, AND IT IS PERFECT

and Damian probably carefully spends a couple nights learning how to make them, and he would do it in Robin colours (a little on the nose, but still clearly very appropriate) and then presents it to Colin and is like GOOD, NOW WE NEVER HAVE TO TAKE THEM OFF AND IT IS TANGIBLE PROOF OF FRIENDSHIP SO NOW IT IS PERMANENT

and it’s very possible that Dick makes one for Damian too (“Just because we’re brothers, doesn’t mean we aren’t ALSO friends, okay?”) and Damian would very grudgingly wear it and eventually make one for Dick too, but he would make a point to not make it quite as neatly as Colin’s, but Dick would just adore it anyway

then it would just be a THING in the house, though, like Jason makes a few REALLY POINTED comments about how HE doesn’t have one, and like, how many times u gotta save a guy’s life before you’re close enough to get a bracelet, huh?? so Damian would DELIBERATELY MAKE HIM A HIDEOUS ONE with horrible clashing colours and bits of loose thread but Jason proudly wears it everywhere every day and IS JUST INSUFFERABLY SMUG

guys just. please. god, please. make sure your friends know you love them. make sure they have no doubts. make sure they know you’ll always be there for them, no matter what happens. make sure they know they can come to you.
it’s okay to leave people’s lives and switch friend groups and all that but god, just. when youre friends with someone. make sure they know.

  • What she says: i'm fine
  • What she means: do you know how hard it must've been for Killian Jones to stop drinking and gambling in his pre-navy days? to claw out of the hole he was in? a man with so little self-worth would've literally drank himself to death and squandered every penny he had. a man with such supposed weakness in the face of darkness would've backslid right into drinking even after joining the navy, just as alcoholism affects jobs. a man with as much self-loathing as he had would've self-destructed and embraced every demon. but he didn't. he got his fucking act together during his time as Lt. Jones because his brother was his world and his light and his inspiration and his love and the source of hope for him. and then, that light DIED––due to machinations by the system that fucked them over in the first place. it wasn't just understandable for bright and starry-eyed Lt. Jones to fall so far after his brother's death. it was inevitable.
TimSteph and Photography

(With all the dark and angsty headcanons I’ve been doing lately, I need to do some happy ones otherwise my head will explode) 

Headcanon that Tim has a thing for taking candid photos of Stephanie when she doesn’t expect it. He likes to hide where she won’t see him and take pictures of her doing normal everyday things like drinking coffee or folding laundry. He has them all compiled in a huge photo album titled “Stephanie’s Prettiest Moments,” and by now he’s got hundreds of cute photos in there. Some gems: 

• A photo of Steph, taken from behind as she dances around the kitchen in sock feet while making pancakes 

• Blushing Steph standing in a doorway, trying not to smile as a toothbrush hangs from her mouth and her hand can be seen trying to block her face from the camera 

• Steph sleeping on the floor with her legs propped on the couch and Alfred the Cat curled up on her stomach. A book lays sprawled open next to her 

• Angry Steph flipping off the camera as Alfred tends to a gunshot wound on her leg. Dick can be seen laughing in the background 

• Sick Steph curled up on the couch, snuggled cozily in a blanket so only her eyes and nose are visible. Piles of tissues and stacks of DVDs surround her and steam can be seen from a bowl of soup on the coffee table  

• Steph posing with a new CD she got for Christmas, perched happily under the tree with a Santa hat and tinsel wrapped around her neck like a scarf. She’s in fluffy snowman pajamas and reindeer slippers, and there’s the smallest hint of an eggnog mustache on her lip 

• Steph early in the morning without any makeup on yet, smiling as she watches cartoons. The photo is taken from around Tim’s body, and his arm can be seen around Steph’s shoulder, so it’s clear that he was trying to be sneaky and took it while they had been cuddling side by side on the couch together   

• Steph with tears streaming down her face, in the middle of throwing a pillow at Tim while the ending scene from Toy Story 3 can be seen on the tv in the background

• Steph half asleep with a freshly brewed cup of coffee in her hands, wearing one of Tim’s old shirts that stops at her knees paired with knee length cat socks. Her hair is in a wild disarray, and despite her tiredness she’s giving a small smile to the camera  

• Steph sitting in a library, books scattered around her as she reads with a look of intense concentration on her face, her brows wrinkled in thought and her teeth chewing her bottom lip. The camera is angled from just below the table and half the screen is blocked by it, as if Tim was trying very hard not to be seen taking the picture 

• Steph trying to get what looks like eggs and flour out of her hair. Various ingredients scatter the kitchen, and one can easily deduce it was taken after a food fight gone wrong. There’s cocoa powder blurring the camera lens, giving the photo an odd appearance  

• Steph sitting on a picnic blanket atop some grass, gazing at the sky as pink and green fireworks burst above. It’s dark, so you can see mostly only shadows on her face, but the lights from the fireworks make her eyes appear to glow  

• Steph running on a treadmill in workout clothes with ear buds in her ears. The photo’s taken from at least twenty feet away behind an elliptical machine 

• This one is taken from what’s obviously the inside of a closet, and you can only see through a small crack in the door. Steph is seen in their bedroom, wearing an old t-shirt and sweatpants as she dances around the room and sings into a hairbrush 

• Steph with her eyes half closed and pink frosting on the corner of her mouth as she bites into a cupcake 

• Steph laying back on a beach towel, wearing a purple bikini and sunglasses. She can obviously see Tim taking her picture, but she’s too busy relaxing to care 

• There’s one photo where it’s actually Tim in the shot, and this one was clearly taken by Stephanie. Tim’s sleeping with his head on multiple papers and files on his desk, a cold cup of coffee and some old takeout containers beside him 

• Steph sleeping sprawled out and taking up the entire bed, her hair tangled around the pillow like golden seaweed and the covers in a heap on the floor, likely after being kicked off in her sleep 

• Steph sitting on top of Damian, who’s red faced and looks ready to kill. The shot is blurry, as though the person with the camera was laughing when he took it 

• This shot is blurry as well. It’s a close up selfie of Steph’s face with Tim’s face rushing into the frame, planting a huge impromptu kiss on her cheek. Steph looks surprised, as if shocked out of focus, and one can easily deduce that Tim snuck up on her for a peck  

• Steph from behind in a long mauve gown, her arms up and her fingers working intricately on her hair. Her face cannot be seen, and she’s too busy concentrating to notice that Tim’s in the room. There’s a floor length mirror in the frame, so you can see Tim as well, clad in a nice tux and his hair gelled back with a camera in hand  

• A blurry photo of Steph laughing, her nose crinkled and her eyes shut as she giggles at something funny Tim said 

• One is taken by Cass, who hijacked Tim’s camera and snuck up on the couple, getting a shot of them with their faces an inch away from each other, caught as they leaned in for a kiss 

• Steph leaning over the back of the chair to the batcomputer as Bruce points to something on the screen. Jason is next to Steph, but he’s the only one who noticed Tim and his camera. He’s smiling wryly as he holds up the middle finger with one hand and gives Steph bunny ears with the other 

• Steph in the middle of the ocean, awkwardly surfing a high wave. The shot is angled as though Tim was dropping the camera as it was taken, likely to help Steph out because she’s actually falling off the surfboard 

• Steph in the opposite end of a booth at a diner, grinning and laughing as Tim’s finger dots a dollop of whipped cream on the tip of her nose    

hc that cass loves to just stop whatever she’s doing and have someone carry her around

at a fancy party in a dress and flats??? “bruce take cass home she’s completely done with this” on patrol in a heavy ass suit with a cape??? “jason, get her back to the cave she’s kicked major ass tonight” at home in comfy clothes??? “dami, don’t try to- ok steph help them out, pick them up please”

10

Agents of SPN (or Fitzward + Supernatural AU)

There’s a legend in the hunting community that goes like this: Phil Coulson has been to Purgatory, and he would still be there, if it wasn’t for his life long partner, Melinda May, saving his ass. To most, it’s just that: a legend. Phil won’t confirm it, Melinda won’t confirm it, and not a single member of Phil’s well known band of hunters seems to put stock in the tale.
Crossroads demon Garrett knows better. He knows there’s truth there, and he knows that it’s that truth that will save his ass when he is inevitably dispatched by one hunter or another. Not that it’s a truth he can get himself, but that’s what underlings are for, and Grant is perfect for the job. Determined, loyal, and willing to put himself through trial after trial to make sure he can work himself into the group’s good graces and get Garrett the information he needs.
The issue that neither of them foresaw was Grant pining for his lost humanity, the more time he spends with Coulson’s group. What was supposed to be an easy job becomes anything but, with Grant making the mistakes of forming friendships with the hunters, and falling into bed with one of them.
The job was to integrate himself, and find out how to save Garrett from Purgatory. It was never supposed to become about figuring out how to regain his own humanity.

Huge thanks to Steph for helping make this set truly complete.

Auston Matthews

First Imagine ft. Mitch, my meme son

Also look at these dorks

Angst and basically a whole paragraph of it is just Auston appreciation.

Part Two Part Three Part Four Part Five

Word count: 2,137

Warnings: None

Song suggestion of the day: I’ve got this friend by the Civil Wars

Originally posted by wonthetrade

A feeling of undeniable, unadulterated helplessness and utter dispair became all-consuming as you made a desperate bid to come to terms with what you were hearing, staring between your two best friends who stood hesitantly opposite you on the other side of the kitchen bench. It was the blonde who spoke first, watching you with wide-eyes as she awaited your reaction. “I’m sorry we didn’t tell you earlier..” she sounded deflated and you hated the negativity that was surging through you at the sound of her voice. “We decided it was best if Mitch was the one to tell you… You’ve been tight since kindergarten but apparently-” Steph send light-hearted glare towards the brunet boy stood beside her, causing him to wilt and grin across at you sheepishly.

“Only, I might have forgotten…” he murmured, raising a hand to rub the ever-reddening back of his neck with embarrassment. 

Sure, you’d been out of town for a while and there might of been some things that had slipped their minds but you couldn’t believe that Mitch had just forgotten to tell you he was dating steph now. Then again, it was Mitch Marner so you couldn’t be sure. The boy would probably forget his own name if it wasn’t sewn onto his jersey. 

Of course, you couldn’t kid yourself. The real reason that you’d become so worked up about the whole thing was the fact that you’d only just escaped the life-ruining grasp of your three-year-long crush on Mitchell Marner. As if to add to your misfortune, tonight you were going to admit it to him and finally move on with your life.

You glanced back over at the two of them, switching back and forth between their matching expressions as they anxiously awaited your response before faking a smile you sincerely hoped didn’t look like a grimace of pain. You were happy when they were and if whatever made them happy just so happened to be each other, who were you to get in the way? “I mean, congrats and yeah..” you managed to stumble out. “Wow, I, uh, wasn’t really- I mean it’s just weird for me…Not bad weird! Just different weird..”

They glanced once at each other before returning their attention to you. “..You’re okay with it?” Steph questioned quietly. 

“Sure! Yeah, fine!” You responded cheerily. “I mean, it’s not like you need my blessing or anything. You do you! or each other..I’m going to just stop talking.”

Mitch had let out a boyish laugh before a suffocating silence could descend upon the three of you. “Now, that’s out of the way.. I come bearing gifts..of news. Admittedly that’s not as great as actual presents…”

Steph was rolling her eyes. “Get to the point before she dies of boredom.” The blonde prompted.

The boy glared. “Okay, okay.” He turned back to you, an almost malevolent twinkle in his eyes, making you rightfully wary. “I have found you the perfect match!”

This only succeeded to illicit groans from you. Mitch fancied himself matchmaker, and what better victim than his perpetually single childhood best friend. “Mitch, I swear to god-”

“Come on, this is a good‘un.” He pleaded. “Steph even helped me out, and you’ll notice she has great taste.” He waggled his eyebrows at you while the girl in question rolled her eyes yet again and delivered a light whack to his bicep.

“Don’t you trust us?” Steph chuckled, turning her gaze back to you with a small smirk painted on her features.

“I trust Steph LaChance, it’s mitchell marner who’s got me wary.”

“Hey!” mitch protested. “i’m totally trustworthy. Name one time-!” He was cut short by the sound of the doorbell, a wicked smile lighting his features at the sounded.

Sighing, you moved to get the door, straightening the tattered leafs shirt you were wearing as you did so. You were greeted by the sight of a suited up Auston Matthews waiting patiently on the doorstep, causing you to smile. Despite only meeting him a handful of times in person, his constant appearances in Mitch’s snapchats certainly seemed to make up for lost time as his presence provided you nothing short innate reassurance and familiarity. 

“Mitchell, your boyfriend’s here! Get your stuff we’re going!” you called back into the house before turning to properly greet Auston, attempting to engulf him in a warm hug. A smile lifted the creases of his mouth as his muscled arms moved to return the gesture, squeezing you ever so gently.

“hey,” you greeted, smiling softly up at him.

“hey,” was his reply as he turned to lead the way to his car. “how’ve you been?”

“alright.” you answered truthfully, climbing into the passengers seat as he buckled himself into the seat beside you.

As if sensing your dejection, he frowned slightly as his brow furrowed and deep-brown, soulful puppy-dog eyes trained their full attention on you. “you’re still not over him are you?” he murmured quietly.

This only caused you to let loose an exasperated huff. “Was I really that obvious? It’s bad enough half his family know, let alone Stromer and McDavid. I’m almost properly over him, it’s no big deal.” 

At the sight of Auston fixing you with a look of clear disbelief, you caved. “It’s just a shock. I’ll get over it after a couple of days.” you told him truthfully.

“Then why do you look so sour?” He coupled this with a small grin, letting you know he was lightly teasing but the concern in his eyes said different.

“They’re trying to set me up.” you admitted. “right now I just feel like curling up at home with as much chocolate as I can eat and watching The Incredibles five times over.”

“Solid plan.” The boy beside you agreed but it was lost amongst the sound of the car door opening as, much to your chagrin, Mitch and Steph hopped into the backseat, their hands securely resting in each other’s palms. Noticing your frown, the San Francisco-born teen beside you was quick to start the car.

*

You’d been on exchange overseas for the past year or so, which explained your lack of knowledge when it came to relations between your two best friends. Still, your temporary bitterness at the two of them didn’t stop you from attempting to enjoy a hard-fought game of hockey. Neither did it stop you and Steph screaming your lungs out after Mitch was unfairly penalised or gasping audibly whenever he took a big hit. Obviously, no matter the amount of times Mitch went on the ice, you couldn’t help but worry, especially given the power behind some of those slapshots. Your anxiety wasn’t helped by the way Steph wouldn’t stop glancing over at the leafs bench until Mitch was once again back on the ice.

Patrik Laine scored a minute into the second period. You’d heard about the supposed “rivalry” between Laine and Auston after the american was drafted first overall over the Finn. You’d no clue if this was true or not, as Auston hadn’t actually mentioned Laine at all in the time you’d known him. Still, you had to give it to the eighteen-year-old, he had an arm on him.

“Hey,” Steph murmured as the period concluded. “I didn’t realise that you still…” she trailed off, looking visibly uncomfortable. “If I had’ve-”

“Steph, don’t. Don’t apologise.” You replied quietly. “and for the record I am over him.” you added with a pointed glance towards her concerned expression. Still looking hesitant, she moved off the subject. 

“Auston’s cute, noh?” Steph questioned, with a knowing smirk.

“Yeah sure.” Was your reply, attempting disinterest because there was no way you were giving Mitch any ideas. Still, you were pretty sure it was a crime to not find Auston Matthews adorable in some form. He wasn’t what you would classify as traditionally attractive, with no slim, high or pointed features but in no way did this make him any less appealing. He had deep, sorrowful, brown puppy-dog eyes; plump full lips with an adorably prominent cupids bow, fluffy brunet locks, a sharp jawline and an insanely cute nose. There was no denying his sweet, loveable demeanour either. If you hadn’t of been so engrossed in Mitch when you’d first met the young leafs #34, you probably would have been pining after him like a lovesick puppy.

Once the third period started, it only took another minute or so before the Jets fans’ frustration began to bubble over the edge. Those few clad in navy fell back on the chant used in the previous game at Auston’s expense. You swore that if you heard the phrase: “Laine is better” one more time you’d punch something.

*

“Hello,” 

You turned at the voice, finding yourself face-to-face with the eighteen-year-old, Finnish, Jets’ winger; Patrik Laine himself. The blond-haired, blue-eyed teen smiled warmly down at you and you couldn’t help but smile back.

“Hey,” you replied. Laine made you a little uneasy, you weren’t sure if it was the fact that he was a total stranger or that you felt that you shouldn’t be talking to your friend’s so-called “rival”.

“Wrong team.” Laine joked, good-naturedly as he nodded towards the leafs logo on your shirt.

You laughed a little, almost awkwardly, unconsciously tugging on the hem of the navy material. “Heh, yeah. You play well though.” you complimented, ducking your head a little as you did so. 

He smiled at this, a light dusting of red making its way across his fair cheeks. “Thank you…”

“Y/N,” you added, in answer to his unspoken question. He smiled, repeating this once to himself. The both of you stood in a slightly awkward silence for a moment, with you fidgeting with your hands as Laine shoved his into his pockets. He coughed quietly after a moment, causing you to finally look back up at him.

“Were you waiting for someone?”

you nodded. “a couple of friends, they’re driving me home.”

“Oh,” he nodded. “boyfriend? Are you… I mean do you-?” 

Before he could finish a large slam sounded from behind you causing you to jump nearly a foot in the air, clutching your heart as you turned to stare, wide-eyed at Mitch and Steph who were attempting to hold in snickers whilst they stood alongside an Auston Matthews who looked so utterly furious that it terrified you. All sanity forgotten, you turned away from Laine to prod the bear. “Auston, are you alright?” you questioned, your tone laced with concern.

“These are your friends?” Laine questioned, regaining your attention as Auston stalked forwards, placing himself on your right-hand side.  

“Yes.” the elder boy cut in, voice dangerously low. Tension hung thick in the air as silence fell upon the four of you, causing you to shift uncomfortably.

“Well, it was really nice meeting you!” You smiled up at Laine, attempting to diffuse some of this and get going. You didn’t like the look on Auston’s face, nor the uncomfortable atmosphere that clung to the two rookies. The Arizonan obviously eager to leave, turning swiftly on his heel to stalk towards Mitch. Upon realising you hadn’t followed, he returned to your side, placing a large hand on the middle of your back, gently steering you away.

“You too, Y/N! I hope we get a chance to meet again.” Laine replied sending a small wave your way which you mirrored over your shoulder.

“That’s unlikely.” Auston muttered lowly from your right. Only once outside did he drop his arm as you turned to glare. Mitch could barely contain his giggles, failing to disguise them as coughing.

“What was that for?” You quipped. Firmly crossing your arms over your chest. “I’m not the president. I don’t need an escort.” Auston was a great guy, he really was but right now you were fuming. It was as if you couldn’t speak to another guy unless you were accompanied by Matthews or Marner. It was really grinding your feminist gears.

“Can we not do this right now?” Auston muttered. “Just..Just get in the car, okay?”

Mitch had stopped laughing and Steph was glancing between the two of you and her boyfriend nervously.

“Fine!” You replied, which seemed to be the only thing you could say without regretting it later. Without another word you climbed into the backseat and buckled yourself in, with Steph joining you moments later after a worried glanced shared with Mitch. The smaller boy in turn sent the american a pained look that Auston couldn’t decipher. Eventually Mitch gave up attempting telepathic communication and just shrugged.

“Great,” Auston murmured with a huff as Mitch closed the passenger-side door behind him. 

So I looked at Zevran’s wiki page, and there is so little dialogue about others commenting on his relationship with the Warden besides the sexual aspects. So I say we make out own. About him being in love. I shall start:

Wynne: You are quiet lately. I haven’t heard a comment about my bosom for a mile. 

Zevran: Is that a problem? Because I am willing to remedy it-

Wynne: Far from it. It’s just…interesting. You’ve been talking less. Staring more. At him/her/them. 

Zevran: I enjoy a good view.

Wynne: There is no shame in love, Zevran.

Zevran: But there is plenty in jumping to conclusions. Let it be. 

Batgirl: Futures End

“Girls. I am sorry. This is a poor than you for your courage and valor. But I’m afraid this is a fight I have to make alone. Stephanie, you have the heart of a lion, in every way that matters. You had the strength to resist the darkness where I did not. Tiffany, your day will come. Don’t be afraid of your intelligence. I believe you will outshine us all. Cassandra, you came through Hell and made everyone you met stronger and better. You are the person I most want to be.”

This is another good moment, so emotional and heartfelt, and of course it once again focuses on the relationships that bring most people to read this comic to begin with. It focuses on Barbara and the girls who carry her legacy, the family she has made in this dystopian future. And it’s complete with little nods to characters’ histories like how Steph helped pull Babs out of the dark in “Flood” storyline of her own series, or how Cassandra spent her time as Batgirl with a full facemask but still showed so much emotion and openness. 

It’s good stuff.

It’s the kind of stuff I’d like to see an entire issue consist of. But well. It didn’t. 

anonymous asked:

Selina bonding with the girls pretty please

  • Selina bonds quickest with Stephanie because they do a girl’s day. They get mani/pedis, go shopping (because Selina stole one of Bruce’s cards but it’s fine she will make it up to him later), and get dinner. Selina helps Steph pick out new makeup and Stephanie helps Selina with what dress she is going to wear on her next date with Bruce. When they get home they both are smiling really wide and laughing
  • Harper takes a little bit more time to warm up to but she breaks through eventually. They bond over the fact that they are both bisexual because Harper was complaining about erasure in the media and Selina just sighed and goes tell me about it. They end up having a full on conversation about it and Harper slowly starts to trust her and they get along a lot easier then beforehand
  • Babs constantly reminds Selina that she is a criminal and that she isn’t a good person, she is on the opposing side which always makes Selina sigh because it’s not like she steals from people who don’t deserve it. Babs calls her selfish and Selina lets her know that she is being judgmental because she isn’t giving her a chance just because she is a criminal. This makes Babs think and begrudgingly she apologizes a few days later and they get brunch together. It’s a slow moving relationship but Selina is okay with that because it is still moving
  • Selina thought Babs was going to be the hardest but Cass is actually the hardest to get through to. Anytime Selina attempts to make conversation with Cass, Cass just ignores her or walks out of the room. This goes on for months. One day, Selina is venting to Bruce about she just wants Cass to like her and she is trying her best but Cass is listening from outside the door. When she sees how hard Selina is trying to befriend her, she sighs decides to give Selina a shot. She asks Selina to get coffee with her which Selina doesn’t understand but agrees happily. Over coffee, Cass learns that Selina isn’t a bad person but a lot like her she just went in the opposite direction of herself

anonymous asked:

Some antis are now using the Sherlock being asexual theory as a proof against johnlock because apparently asexual people can't possibly fall in love and it's upsetting me so much I feel like I'm going to cry at any minute 😢

OH LORD. Is this what’s happening now? Funny how these same people often ship Sherlock with other characters but not John *eyeroll*. 

I’m actually personally offended by this, being an asexual myself. I responded to another ask about my asexuality here, but the gist of it is this: YOU ARE ABSOLUTELY CORRECT. The asexuality spectrum is SO vast, and unfortunately we live in a society where being asexual means either you’re broken or “you’re lying” or “you just haven’t found the right person!”, and those who DO believe it exists means we are cold, mean, and cannot possibly love anyone, because orientation is either /  or / not at all. This is such a farcical statement, because sexual orientation ≠ romantic orientation ≠ gender orientation! When I learned this at 32, it was one of the biggest revelations of my life after thinking I was broken all these years – that I still wanted to be loved but I had little to no sex drive and still being a virgin. I’m still learning about myself – it’s a terrifying process, but the Johnlock community has been the most supportive and understanding people I have ever had the good fortune to encounter. I’ve learned more about myself in the two years I’ve been in this fandom than I have in my entire lifetime, and am still continuing to do so. I feel safe and happy here.

I wish that asexuality and the difference between orientations were mandatory subject matter you had to learn in sex-ed. It would save a lot of young people a lot of heartache and acephobia and arophobia.

My advice to you Nonny? Stay out of any of the anti tags. Honestly, they will do and say anything to rile up Johnlockers because they see their ships sinking right before their eyes. Unfortunately, the uneducated appear to have chosen asexuality this time around, which is awful. The behaviour you described is harmful, acephobic, and cruel. I actually never browse any of the tags; the blogs I follow are more than enough for me. Hell, if you have a tag blocker installed, block the blognames of the blogs being awful: it works on Tumblr Savior, and you never have to see their posts ever again if you don’t want to. It works better than Tumblr’s block feature in the sense that even if someone reblogs that post, because the username is in the post itself, Tumblr Savior will hide it unless you want to see it.

Nonny, know that you are beautiful, you are okay, and you ARE someone. Don’t ever forget that. And even if this iteration of Sherlock IS asexual, he can still love John 1000 times more than the antis love hearing themselves raging. 

As an aside, I actually headcanoned BBC Sherlock as ace until S3 and I think he is still on that spectrum as a demihomosexual. WHICH IS STILL GAY. Sexuality is fluid! Deniers will try to tell you that you can’t move about on the asexuality spectrum, and that is complete bull. If you find someone you love, and you aren’t sex-repulsed, then it is perfectly normal to only be sexually attracted to your partner until you are comfortable in your relationship with them.

anonymous asked:

imagine slutty cross-dressing tim who's "undercover" for a mission at a strip club or sth and Jason just happens to be "passing by". (( they fuck))

This reminds me I still want to write a sequel to that one drabble where tim dresses up as a girl for a poker game and Jason’s his body guard

I LOVE THIS BATFIC CLICHÉ AND NO ONE CAN TELL ME OTHERWISE BECAUSE IT’S GREAT.

What’s EVEN BETTER is if no one even knows. Like Tim’s got this case and being the stubborn little asshole he is doesn’t even tell anyone or ask because of course Steph would help him out with this stuff in a pinch, but noooo. He’s got to be difficult and do it all himself. So he goes undercover as a waitress at a strip club and none of the other family members know.

Except Jason walks in. Fucking of COURSE it’s Jason, the only one worse then Jason would be Damian, and thank god that little demon isn’t old enough to get into these sort of joins. But it’s of course Jason that walks in, nods silently to the bouncer, and takes a seat towards the back in Tim’s section and he inwardly groans because he does not need this sort of bullshit right now he’s trying to catch a tip on a drug ring.

But the best part would be Jason not even recognizing him at first. Tim comes over, bends low, and smiles all pretty to ask ‘what can I get for you, handsome?’ and Jason barely bats an eye when he says whiskey and, honestly, Tim’s a little offended.

So he walks off in the heels he’s wearing, making sure they click loudly as he goes to the bar, comes back with Jason’s drink and asks ‘Anything else?’

And THAT’S when Jason looks up. Sure, Tim’s covered in a good layer of make up and fake eyelashes and his lips look plumper then normal, but he still looks like Tim in a sense, Tim with longer hair and red lips and his blue eyes are much, much, bluer and much closer and why the fuck does he looks like a girl right now holy shit.

Tim shuts him up before he can get a word out by falling into Jason’s lap and tangling his fingers into his hair, pulling his head close to whisper in his ear “shut up, stay calm, and act normal. It’s for a case” in a manner that is all Tim, but his fake tits are also pressing into Jason’s chest and Jason would really like to grab him right now, but he also knows that’s not ‘normal’ and it would probably get a bouncer to throw him out real fast. So Jason just has to take it all in silently and drink his whiskey while Tim clues him in on what’s happening all while giving him a lap dance and grinding on him.

Yeah, Jason’s got a damned hard-on digging into his thigh that he’s sure Tim’s also aware of, but it’s not like he can do anything about it. He’s just happy when Tim finally finishes up his dance and SERIOUSLY were did he learn all of that?! Tim moves on to another customer and Jason just watches him flirt and interact and giggle like a school girl, collecting tips and listening to whatever conversation he can while sitting on a guy’s lap.

The night ends with a chase and Jason’s now sure Tim’s worn heels before with the way he’s running in them. They catch their guy, of course, but somewhere along the way Tim’s lost his wig, his lipstick is completely fucked, fake nails are broken, and he’s panting in a corset that looks painful right now.

Jason drags him into whatever the darkest alley is he can find and fucks his tongue down Tim’s throat, slides his leg between Tim’s thigh, and feels Tim grind down against him. It’s all hot, heady, dirty, and when Jason reaches down, between Tim’s legs, he feels lace digging into Tim’s cock and can’t help but smirk as he snaps it back and watches Tim jump and hiss.

He doesn’t even take off any clothes, just spins Tim around, hikes up his little skirt, moves the panties and fucks him rough and pretty. By the end of it, they’re both a mess, Tim’s lip stick smeared across both their mouths, and now Tim can’t walk at all, let alone in the heels he has on.

Roxanne’s two best friends were Augusta Longbottom and Stephanie ‘Steph’ Callister. They supported each other all throughout Hogwarts, and were friends from the first month of school. Roxy and Steph helped get Augusta out of her shell, and Augusta returned the favor by containing Roxy and Steph when they got too out of control. 

The girls in the Owlery, their spot where they would talk about things. Taken by Hugo, who ran into them while trying to send a letter. Fall 2024.

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Handle This!
from Showcase ‘95 005 1995-06

A nice and not well known little story with Steph on her high school’s gymnastics team. Her mom catches one of the competitions and thinks the coach might be a user and Spoiler takes him down.

I really like that, for once, Steph’s mom was right and helped Steph out. Plus, Stephanie being on the gymnastics team adds a little more realism to her acrobatic abilities as The Spoiler.