Fuck yeah, melancholy...

lovejoker:

heinekenrana:

killmewithdicks:

neongenesist:

It’s 2 AM and this is the funniest thing i have ever seen in my life. Tears are streaming down my face. 

Who thought this would be a good mashup? And why?

this is terrific you nerds

I hate everything

HAPPY HALLOWEEN

towritelesbiansonherarms:

parallel-falchion:

War. War never changes. Call of Duty illustrates this by releasing the same game every year.

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A bit more self-promotion: Here’s a picture by dylogger illustrating a scene from My Week With Everyone, which she accurately describes as being a 10K PWP in which “Ted Kord has sex with everyone” (well, actually it’s more like 20K, but who’s counting?). I should probably do that thing where I post an excerpt.

Finally, Ted was left alone, naked and dirty with dried cum atop the sheets of his bed. He felt too wired to sleep, too tired to move.
“Well, that was quite the performance. I’d give you a standing ovation, but—“
That voice was as familiar as a voice could be without Ted being able to place it. He raised his head, craning his neck to the shadows, and saw the seated redhead with the smart haircut, the wire-rim glasses, and the wheelchair. Now he knew her.
Barbara Gordon had not gone to seed at all since the injury that cost her a career as Batgirl. She prided herself on staking a claim in her own life, and part of that was pushing herself just as hard as she had when she had her legs. With all the weapons she had stowed in her chair, Ted wouldn’t face off against her. Even bare-handed, he wouldn’t put money on the outcome.
Her intelligence was more captivating than looks could ever be. And though dressed down in a pair of slacks and a comfortable looking sweater, her looks were none too shabby either. She was a slender woman, with blazing red hair and equally vivid green eyes. Her hips were narrow and her breasts were modest, but that just kept them from overwhelming the simple, elegant beauty of her features.
“What are you doing here?” he demanded. “How were you even here without Platinum noticing you!?”
“I’m a Bat. Some things you don’t forget.”
“She’s a robot!”
“I’m a Bat,” she reiterated. “Which reminds me—planning to hit a home run with that thing, Kord?”
He was so drawn in by the sight of that lovely face, most especially when framed by those librarian glasses, that it took Ted a second to remember his nudity. He tried to pull the covers over him, but he was lying on them. He had to settle for drawing them up in a screen between himself and Babs.
“Barbara,” he said, dry-mouthed. “Now’s not a good time…”
“Oh, I’d say it’s the perfect time.” Barbara peeled off her sweater. Underneath, her tanktop fit to her bust like a second skin, and bared the impressive biceps left behind by Batman’s training. “You’re naked—we’re alone—sounds like one of our own cybering sessions.”
“I thought we were doing that ironically,” Ted protested weakly. “I didn’t even send you any nudes!”
“I’m Oracle. If I wanted to know what you looked like naked, I’d know. Case in point…” She rolled closer, next to his bed, so close that if she strained, she could see over the sheet he was pulling almost to the point of ripping. “Do you want to do it through the sheet? Seems a little orthodox for your tastes.”
“You cannot tell me you flew all the way out here to have sex with me.”
“I own a private jet. What else do you want me to do with it?”
“Fight crime?”

It goes from there.

A bit more self-promotion: Here’s a picture by dylogger illustrating a scene from My Week With Everyone, which she accurately describes as being a 10K PWP in which “Ted Kord has sex with everyone” (well, actually it’s more like 20K, but who’s counting?). I should probably do that thing where I post an excerpt.

Finally, Ted was left alone, naked and dirty with dried cum atop the sheets of his bed. He felt too wired to sleep, too tired to move.

“Well, that was quite the performance. I’d give you a standing ovation, but—“

That voice was as familiar as a voice could be without Ted being able to place it. He raised his head, craning his neck to the shadows, and saw the seated redhead with the smart haircut, the wire-rim glasses, and the wheelchair. Now he knew her.

Barbara Gordon had not gone to seed at all since the injury that cost her a career as Batgirl. She prided herself on staking a claim in her own life, and part of that was pushing herself just as hard as she had when she had her legs. With all the weapons she had stowed in her chair, Ted wouldn’t face off against her. Even bare-handed, he wouldn’t put money on the outcome.

Her intelligence was more captivating than looks could ever be. And though dressed down in a pair of slacks and a comfortable looking sweater, her looks were none too shabby either. She was a slender woman, with blazing red hair and equally vivid green eyes. Her hips were narrow and her breasts were modest, but that just kept them from overwhelming the simple, elegant beauty of her features.

“What are you doing here?” he demanded. “How were you even here without Platinum noticing you!?”

“I’m a Bat. Some things you don’t forget.”

“She’s a robot!”

I’m a Bat,” she reiterated. “Which reminds me—planning to hit a home run with that thing, Kord?”

He was so drawn in by the sight of that lovely face, most especially when framed by those librarian glasses, that it took Ted a second to remember his nudity. He tried to pull the covers over him, but he was lying on them. He had to settle for drawing them up in a screen between himself and Babs.

“Barbara,” he said, dry-mouthed. “Now’s not a good time…”

“Oh, I’d say it’s the perfect time.” Barbara peeled off her sweater. Underneath, her tanktop fit to her bust like a second skin, and bared the impressive biceps left behind by Batman’s training. “You’re naked—we’re alone—sounds like one of our own cybering sessions.”

“I thought we were doing that ironically,” Ted protested weakly. “I didn’t even send you any nudes!”

“I’m Oracle. If I wanted to know what you looked like naked, I’d know. Case in point…” She rolled closer, next to his bed, so close that if she strained, she could see over the sheet he was pulling almost to the point of ripping. “Do you want to do it through the sheet? Seems a little orthodox for your tastes.”

“You cannot tell me you flew all the way out here to have sex with me.”

“I own a private jet. What else do you want me to do with it?”

“Fight crime?”

It goes from there.

“You should negotiate on my father’s behalf,” Nyssa suggested, rubbing warmth into muscles hard as metal. “You’re a skilled bargainer.” 

“Oh?” Sara sensed when she was being teased. Nyssa’s dry sarcasm could fool a dozen assassins that she was being serious, but Sara always saw right through it.

“Of course. How else could you make me pay so dearly for something I already possessed?”

Sara squirmed in Nyssa’s grasp, wrestling with her for a moment before Nyssa allowed herself to be overpowered, Sara crawling atop her and lazing over her willing victim. Nyssa wondered when last she had seen that lovely face so close. Never again. Never again would she be so far away that she could start to forget a single mole, a single eyelash, a single scratch.

“What’s that?” Sara asked, her tone try as well. “Beauty? Grace? Very… very… soft lips…”

She proved her point, Nyssa having to tear herself away from the kiss before she let herself be consumed by what she felt. Sara Lance. She couldn’t fight the American’s hold on her—she couldn’t even want to fight it.

“Your heart. I’ve had it all along. And yet you make me offer up the League of Assassins to some Western fool to stake claim on it.”

hotwhenrickilake:

threelisabeth:

so sorry for my delayed response to this email, i have been very swamped being a confused and frightened idiot who can’t do basic life tasks like respond to her emails

seriously there is no reason not to respond an email within 24 hrs

threelisabeth:

so sorry for my delayed response to this email, i have been very swamped being a confused and frightened idiot who can’t do basic life tasks like respond to her emails

danakatherinescullys:

The Big Lebowski, 1998

Men browsing tumblr.

slothesaurus:

batsyandmrj:

There’s thousands of notes on posts about how unfair it is that there isn’t a wonder woman movie and now that its been officially announced nobody is talking about it?

Like Can I get at least a hell yeah?

HELL YEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH

Well, they announced it, so it’s totally going to happen. Just like Superman Lives, Superman Returns 2, Justice League: Mortal, David Goyer’s The Flash, Joss Whedon’s Wonder Woman, Green Lantern 2, Hawkman, The Metal Men, Superman: Flyby, and Wolfgang Petersen’s Batman Vs. Superman.

perchu:

when you try to click an image on tumblr to see a bigger version but you get redirected to someones blog

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