serotonin Is Stored In The Jon Saying “good Lord”

something i've been thinking about a lot lately

https://mobile.twitter.com/eponinetaire/status/1013938159015612419/video/1

Bless this fan so much honestly 😭😭😭 I’m crying my goodness

I don’t have Twitter to go thank her but if you do please go there

Also do you think I shouldn’t post this? I’ll take it down if you think not I just really want people to see it

omg: oh my god

omfg: oh my fucking god

odmtrwwniitbwbrftstwwtwb: one day more to revolution we will nip it in the bud we’ll be ready for these schoolboys they will wet themselves with blood

dude, it is literally so hard to find good wlw ships & this show is serving them to us on a silver platter

You all love the LGBTQIA + ships in the stranger things fandom until it comes to a sapphic ship like ronance and elmax, just admit you like to fetishes guy x guy relationship (stedddie especially).

You say two men liking one another is realistic in this show and can happen, but two women liking one another or being shipped together is suddenly weird and you just don't understand.

I enjoy steddie and I love ronance, I am not talking about every shipper, but I'm seeing a problem within the community with the treatment of the sapphic ships and even Robin Buckley, the lesbian character who represents a lot of those in the community.

Tell me your a pick me without admitting you are, I'm embarrassed of this fandom sometimes.

Batboys as your sugar daddy

What’s the point of all this money if you don’t have someone to spend it on?

Pairings: Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Tim Drake x fem!reader

Contains: Sugar daddies. Possessive, controlling men. Power imbalances. They’re all a little toxic. These relationships are not aspirational babes. Oral sex (f!receiving) in Dick’s.

Notes: 18+ or you’ll be blocked.

BRUCE WAYNE 💋

“Wear the diamonds,” Bruce rumbles from behind you, lips right next to the shell of your ear. Before you can answer, his warm hands are already on your throat, and cool platinum touches your skin. A hundred diamonds arranged in three dainty layers sparkle in the low light of Bruce’s bedroom, clinging tightly to your neck.

With the choker clasped in place, one of Bruce’s hands traces up and down your neck while the other rests heavily on your hip, holding you flush against his chest. His touch is hypnotic, pulling you in like a planet pulls a moon into orbit. Your whole world revolves around him—and that’s exactly how he likes it.

But like the moon, the subtle gravitational pull you have on him keeps him in place, keeps him stable, calms his most wicked of storms.

He bows his head. The way he looks at you through his eyelashes is almost reverent while he kisses your bare shoulder, skin interrupted only by your dress’s hair-thin silk strap.

“Beautiful,” he says, and you know he’s not talking about the necklace, the dress, or any of the other jewels and silks he’s drowned you in over the last year.

When your eyes meet in the mirror, one corner of his lips quirks up into a smirk, which he buries under a kiss to your jaw. 

There, with a quick, sharp nip of his teeth, he lays his claim. “And all mine.”

DICK GRAYSON 💋

Dick’s on his knees, head buried between your legs when you hear—feel—him say, “I need you to take a week off work.”

Well. What he really needs is for you to just quit your job already, but you got upset the last time he suggested it. Baby steps. For now.

“Why?” you gasp, blinking hard as you try to focus on the fact that he’s starting a conversation now when his tongue is making you smart and shake with pleasure.

“I want to go to the Maldives,” he says as if it’s the most inconsequential thing in the world, as if he’s saying he wants to go across town, not across the world.

His tongue flattens out and dips into your weeping hole, and your thighs tighten around his head in response. He groans, and you choke out, “A week for the Maldives?”

You feel his lips twist and curve around you, paired with a little graze of teeth; he’s smiling, and the sensation makes you dizzy. There it is, he wants to say. You want more. Finally, your expectations are starting to match his bank account.

But he decides to play the dumb, pretty boyfriend he likes to make people think he is. “You don’t think it’s enough time? Wanna take two weeks?”

“I don’t have the—” He kisses up to your clit and gives it a tentative little suck, which makes you fist his hair. “—vacation days.”

“Why don’t you just take them without pay?” he proposes as his tongue laves up your swollen sex. “It’ll be okay, just this once. You’ll feel so much better after some time off; I promise.”

JASON TODD 💋

Jason is currently scrutinizing the contents of your pantry, a box of macaroni and cheese in his hand. After seeing the scowl on his face, you’re not surprised when he starts to lecture you. “You eat this crap?”

You raise a brow because he’s one to judge. “I’ve seen you eat an entire party box of tacos.”

“I’m not you,” he fires back. His voice is still low, still calm, but you can sense an edge in his tone; this conversation is about a lot more than boxed macaroni and cheese.

In the beat of silence that follows, his heated gaze dulls to a smolder. “You don’t know how precious you are.”

You open your mouth to reply, but whatever retort you were going to argue back with is silenced when Jason’s big hands cup your face, tilting your head up so he can kiss your forehead. He lingers there, and you feel him tremble. His breath is ragged, rough—as if he’s afraid.

“I’m not you,” he repeats in a whisper. It’s like he’s talking to a child, like he knows you don’t know any better. Poor little you—you need him. “Just let me take care of you like always, okay? How about I sign you up for one of those meal prep kits? No more processed food; it’s not good for you.”

When he pulls you against his chest and strokes your hair, you feel yourself nod, unable to disagree. You know he’s right, after all; and isn’t it sweet that he treats you like a delicate angel even though he’s seen the worst of the world? That nothing without his stamp of approval is good enough for you?

TIM DRAKE 💋

“Oh, you’re all set,” your manicurist smiles at you as soon as you take out your wallet, nails freshly done. 

Caught off guard, all you can reply with is, “Huh?”

She just smiles a little brighter, and there’s a sparkle of something in her eyes. It looks a little wistful, but also a little vapid—is that jealousy? “Your boyfriend paid already,” she explains as her eyes not-so-subtly look around, trying to catch a glimpse of said boyfriend, but you’re just as surprised as she is.

“For the next year,” she adds in a dry tone. Slowly, you drop your wallet back into your purse. There’s only one man alive who could figure out where you get your nails done, what day and time you like your appointments, and call ahead to pay off your manicures for the next year without you ever finding out about it.

So when you get back to your car, you call him.

“Do anything fun today?” he asks over the phone, pretending to be way more innocent than he actually is.

“Tim—”

“Actually,” he cuts in, and you hear a bashful tremor in his voice. That tremor makes your stomach do flips, which beckons you to give in to whatever he wants. “I was just thinking about you. You’ve got the prettiest hands.”

“Tim—”

“Let’s go shopping later,” he rambles on, completely ignoring you. “I think you need some new jewelry. You’d like a new set of rings, wouldn’t you?”

🔖: @mrs-kurooo; @lovely-loren05

Johnny would wear that outfit, I’m sure

so @dotsayers and I have this au called the “enjolras the worst PTA parent ever” au and it’s just…incredible. 

basically enjolras gets kicked off his kid’s PTA for starting too many fights with the suburban mums so forms his own renegade group of parents, carers and education-associated-adults called “La Société Mère de l'école d'ABC” (or according to grantaire “the PTA rejects”) feat: 

jbm the poly parents who got in a fight with the school because they wouldn’t list all three as okay to pick up their son are the ones who initially bring up the idea of the rogue PTA

combeferre who teaches year two and disagrees with the curriculum but has had all his suggestions for change flat-out rejected

courfeyrac who teaches reception and has a deep hatred for the smarmy PTA mums so joined mostly out of spite (also partially because the cute librarian goes)

jehan who runs the community library that visits the school every week and joined because they got angry complaints from the PTA mums when they put books addressing lgbt+ themes into the library. they also possibly implied the Apology Brownies that they brought to a real PTA meeting for the parents in response were pot brownies (they weren’t, but it caused such a freak out that they got kicked out anyway)

feuilly the exhausted single dad who works like six jobs but also wants to fight for better resources for his kid

bahorel the gym teacher who’s just always down for #drama

éponine who’s always been treated like shit by the other parents because they think she’s a super young single mum. she’s not, gavroche is her brother, but that’s not the fucking point.

marius accidentally came to one of their meetings instead of the “official” PTA and was too embarrassed to quit when he realised and now he and cosette host every meeting

grantaire picks their kid up from school but enjolras is the one who comes to the meetings and does parents evening so everyone thinks enjolras is a single dad and grantaire is the babysitter until they turn up to get the kid together holding hands and they’re like “no?????? we’re married????”  

Forever thinking about jealous Jason. Forever thinking about him pulling you into the bathroom at a Gala to remind you that you are his. His to touch. His to taste. His to fuck. No one else's. Only his.

Been a while! Love ya! You're amazing!

-🤡

ik i am going THROUGH it rn 😭 I miss y'all sm

also this isn't exactly what you asked for but we're rolling with it

You had never met the man talking to you before in your life, but from the way he was speaking, everyone would assume you were together.

"You really cleaned up for this event. I mean seriously you look stunning. The things I want to do to you right now."

He has a an overconfident smile on his face as you try to subtly find a way out.

That is until Jason stomps over in his leather jacket (at a gala which had Bruce making a face. It made Jason laugh.)

"Back off right now." Jason's face would make a smart man run.

But a smart man would have backed off the first time you tried to get him to leave you alone. A smart man would have noticed the initial you wear on your neck. A smart man would not have the overconfidence he has in talking to someone clearly disinterested.

You feel Jason's hand snake around your back and wince when the man opens his mouth again.

"Clearly the whore wants me."

You see Jason's eyes flash green and you lightly grab his arm to stop him from doing anything in front of hundreds of watchful eyes.

"Jay." Your voice lilts in what would come off to Jason as a warning tone.

He smiles at you and then at the man, like a predator that just founds its prey. You can tell there's something in Jason's gaze that scares the man.

"What did you just say?"

His eyes look panicked. "Nothing!"

Jason laughs but it doesn’t sound right. "Leave. Now. If you come back you will regret it."

The man doesn’t respond, but skitters off and out the doors. Jason doesn’t stop staring in the direction, as if he could still see the man. You smile.

"Jealousy isn't a good color on you, Jay."

He finally turns his gaze towards you and it softens.

"Are you sure about that?"

"Actually, you're right," you sigh, "You always look good."

He laughs at you and this time it's a real laugh. "I could say the same about you. But I must say, you look gorgeous in my color."

His hands don’t leave your waist for the rest of the night... except for when they inevitably trail lower.

Batfamily Christmas

Jason: “Merry Christmas to my homies, and happy Hanukka to my Shalom-ies!”

Secret Santa is banned after that one year where Damian rigged it so everyone got his name

The whole family spends Christmas Eve serving soup at the local soup kitchen

Bruce dresses up as Santa and delivers presents to all the orphanages. Somehow Jason, Dick, Tim, Damian, Duke, Cass and Steph get roped into being his elf helpers. “Does my butt look big in these green tights?” “Dick your butt looks big in everything”.

Various festive themed witty one-liners whilst patrolling. Batman: *Bursting through a glass ceiling menacingly* Have you been naughty or nice? Jason: *Singing* Santa baaaby  🎶 slip a drug lord under the tree for mee  🎶 🎶 Been an awful good guy 🎶 Saaanta BABY!!  🎶 🎶 Steph: *Beating up a criminal with a giant candy cane* TASTE MY MINTY JUSTICE!! 

Christmas hats for all the pets!! 

Dick, after eating all the Christmas cookies: My mouth tastes of Christmas and regret

Arguments over who carves the turkey. No, Jason, a chainsaw is not a legitimate carving tool, neither is a sword, Damian. 

Brussel sprout fight!!! Bruce: What else are they meant to do with them Alfred?!? Eat them?!!?

Building Snowmen and having a giant snowball fight!!

Tim fills Damian’s stocking with coal 

The kids get Bruce a graphic t-shirt with the Batsymbol and the words #BATDAD. He loves it.

Pulling Christmas crackers and telling the really bad jokes from inside. The first one who laughs has to do the dishes. Unsurprisingly it’s Dick who looses.

Drunken carols around the piano. Bruce is playing the piano. Stephanie, Cass, and Barbara are the best singers, the rest sound like strangled cats. 

Barbara spiked the eggnog and now Duke is crying because the snowmen are outside in the cold all alone

Eggnog prt 2: Duke tried to bring a snowman into the manor but it started melting so now he’s guilty of SNOWMAN-SLAUGHTER!!!

Alfred knitted everyone scarves, hats, and gloves personalized with their initials.

Orestes by Euripides, 408 BCE (“…μὴ θεαί μ᾽ οἴστρῳ κατάσχωσι.”)

trans. Michael Wodhull, 1782 (“Lest those Goddesses should seize me/ With frenzy.”)

trans. T. A. Buckley, 1858 (“I fear lest the Goddesses should stop me with their torments.”)

trans. E. P. Coleridge, 1891 (“I am afraid the goddesses will prevent me by madness.”)

trans. Arthur S. Way, 1898 (“Lest the Fiends by madness stay me.”)

trans. Philip Vellacott, 1972 (“This: suppose the Furies drive me mad?”)

trans. Kenneth McLeish, 1997 (“If the goddesses come… another fit…”)

trans. David Kovacs, 2002 (“…the fear that the goddesses may seize me with frenzy.”)

trans. Anne Carson, 2009 (“The ghastly goddessess—they’ll send my wits astray.”)

trans. Ian Johnston, 2010 (“I’m worried the goddesses will stop me with this madness.”)

Edit: Please stop saying Anne Carson’s is the best and that the rest aren’t worth reading. That was the opposite of my intention, which was to get people to read more than three out-of-context lines from one (loose verse) translation.