you are terrible

  • Me, submitting a story for workshop: What if I'm a terrible writer?
  • Me, reading a peer's story for workshop: Thank god.

can y'all demons fucking leave aaron judge’s girlfriend ALONE. what happens between them is NONE OF YOUR FUCKING BUSINESS. frankly, i don’t care about why they’re together, or what the fuck ever, and neither should you. fucking respect people’s privacy!!! why is this so hard to understand!!

Jason Todd X (female) Reader: Spanked

Summary: Jason brings his girlfriend to meet his family for the first time, and she’s super nervous and breaks out in sass. Spanking and angst ensues.

Warnings: Swearing

Key: Y/N=Your Name, Y/N/N=Your Nick Name, Y/L/N=Your Last Name Y/Na=Your Nationality


“Babe?” Jason asked you, disrupting you from your thoughts as you stared out the window of the limousine.


“We’re here.” He held his hand for you to hold as you stepped out, taking in the ginormous mansion before you. You’d never been here before, and it took you a moment to realize that your run-down, mangy mutt for a boyfriend lived here. Suddenly, you felt terribly out of place in your ripped jeans and free tee from someplace you didn’t remember. But looking at Jason, you noticed that his jeans and ragged tee resembled your own. Yeah, you’d be fine.

“Are you okay, Y/N/N?”

“Peachy.” You pasted a smile on your face and slipped your arm through his, making your way into the Wayne Manor.

An older man with neatly groomed hair and a grim expression greeted them. “Master Jason. Welcome back. And I trust this is Miss Y/N?”

“Yeah, my Y/N.” He beamed at you as you shook Alfred’s gloved hand.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Miss. Please, follow me to the den. The others will join you shortly.”

“Thanks, Alfred, but I can show her around.”

The butler nodded, bowed, and exited Stage Right. Jason gripped your hand and practically dragged you to the den.

“A little excited, are we?” You gave a light laugh as you sat on the couch, side by side. You curled up against him.

He gave you a strange look.


“You’re only sarcastic when you’re nervous, hon.” His arm moved up and down in a relaxing massage on your arm.

“I’m fine, Jay. Honest.” You looked up at him, gazed into his eyes so he could see that you were telling the truth.

He leaned down and gave you a peck on the lips. “You better be.”

“TT, who is this, Todd?” Damian walked in, arms crossed, scowling at you.

“I’m Y/N.” You stuck your hand out, probably too quickly, and Damian reacted with lightning-fast reflexes and was going to strike your arm, but jason grabbed Damian’s hand with equally quick motions.

“You hurt her and I’ll put you back in that coffin,” Jason growled so low, it gave you chills up your spine and bare arms.

“TT, you couldn’t even if you tried. Besides, she attacked me.”

“A handshake is a universal gesture of friendship!” You raised your voice, shocked at this kid. He didn’t look more than twelve.

“Please don’t yell. My senses are already buzzing with this much lack of sleep.”

“Drake.” Damian mumbled.

“Tim, this is Y/N L/N.” You stood and shook his outstretched hand. Jason joined you, staying close.

Tim offered you a genuine, albeit half-crazed, smile. “It’s a pleasure, Y/N.”

“L/N? Y/Na?” A man who looked to be in his late thirties entered, with a small smile teasing at his lips. You’d know this man anywhere; he was a public figure in Gotham and the States.

“Bruce Wayne! Jason, you know Bruce Wayne?”

“Well, we are at the Wayne Manor. It makes sense, since I live in his house.”

“It would have helped if you’d told me I was meeting a national celebrity. I would’ve dressed up a bit nicer.”

“You’ll dress up for my dad, but not me?” He fake-pouted.

“He’s rich. You’re a broke-ass punk that broke into my apartment drunk and dazzled me into not calling the police because you claimed you could fix my sink.”

“And I did!”

“It still drips, babe.”

“Someone call?” Dick entered, eyes immediately falling on you. He winked.

His supportive arms wrapped around you, and suddenly you regained your spunk.

“Back off, Dickhead. This goddess is mine.”

“What, you kidnapped her?” Damian remarked. You felt your inner sassmaster come out to defend yourself and your punk-ass boyfriend.

“For your information, Damian, it was more like a live-in repairman and master chef. With benefits.” You winked up at Jason as the entire group, with the exception of Damian, erupted in laughter that warmed your core. Dick had to lean his forehead on Bruce’s shoulder to prevent from falling over. You heard your own hearty giggle mixing with the baritones of the group.

You felt a sharp sting on your ass. Looking around, Jason was the only one in close enough proximity to do it. You glared up at him, but he was looking at his brothers and father, laughing. Your glare must’ve caught his attention, because he sobered up immediately and looked quite remorseful. You interpreted his “I’m sorry” look and proceeded to have a good time with his family, but you both knew that once it was over, you two would have a less-than-fun conversation.


You entered your shared apartment first, followed closely by Jason, who shut the door behind himself.

“I like your family. A lot,” you said, hoping to start casual conversation.

“Yeah, they’re pretty great.” He opened his mouth to say more, but no words came out.

Silence settled between you like a concrete wall.

“So, about earlier…Y/N, I’m so sorry. I–”

“Why, Jason? You knew I was uncomfortable. What the hell made you think that smacking my ass would help?!”

“I…I don’t know. I’m sorry. I fucked up, I get it. It won’t happen again.”


“You know I love you, Y/N/N. I love you so much.”

You rolled your eyes. He had no idea how much that nickname fucked with your reasoning.

Before he knew how to react, you crashed into him and pressed your lips to his. In an instant, his hands were in your hair and at the small of your back.

“Does this mean we’re good now?” he asked breathlessly.

You laughed. “Yeah, Jay. We’re good.” He pressed a tender kiss to your jaw, which drove you over the edge of logic and reason. “Ah, fuck it. Spank me anytime you like, Jaybird.”

Listen I’m bi as Heck and as much as I love girls, I also love boys? Boys are amazing and pure and liking boys is a wonderful feeling? I never see a lot of posts talking about cute boys so

Some Boy Aesthetics™ I’m in love with include:

Their tired grins? Have you seen a cute boy grin when he’s tired? Life Changing

Sleeves rolled up to forearms is all good and Well but also when they have Sweater Paws in their hoodies or jumpers? Makes the tallest of them seem so smol? I’m lov?

When they run their hand through their hair and it sticks up in places and it looks So Good

Collar Bones

Soft pudgy stomachs they absolutely make me melt

When ya boy gets flustered A++ Bonus points if he giggles Boys giggling is Everything

hey it doesnt matter that the us military sucks ass - trump banning trans people from it shows the administration’s hostility and sets concerning precedent for other transphobic policies

flower cloak.


shower me with your affection (or let me wilt)

YOI bigbang || written by @exile-wrath​/@plotmaster, art by me!

“Victor and Yuuri meet in a summer of earthquakes, shower duets, musical filming, and figuring out whether they should suspect each other to be a murderer or not.”

Read the fic on AO3! <3


after a stupid long time, i’m finally able to post my rmit grad film, for fear of little men! this thing represents 8 months of delirious work surviving off pizza shapes and academic fear alongside my friends, please enjoy


That came out wrong………………… ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Marichat May (The Baton)

it’s ok if you don’t get it, it means you are pure and do not have bad humor like me

Reblog if you support artists with OCs and original art

Hey it’s blue and I wanted to talk about how not many OC based artists are getting recognised and the only art work that actually gets reblogged is the occasional piece of fandom art. Please go out there and if you would be so kind as to reblog these wonderful OCs and the original art of the amazing and talented artists who deserve to be noticed. It shouldn’t just be fandoms that are looked at mainly but it should just be the art itself. It shouldn’t matter if the drawing is from a fandom or not, what matters is that the person worked their hardest on their artwork and hope to get it noticed. please make those artists dreams come true.

Me: Hey, I’m in a really good mood today! There’s absolutely nothing that can take this good mood away from—