nintendo switch 2 looks cool but kinda expensive
Everyone promise not to buy it for 1 year until they panic and drop the price like they did with the 3DS pretty please 🙏

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Sapphire is trying her best okay?

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⤷— jason p. todd— ₊ ˚—⊹—⋆

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꒰ PAIRING : jason peter todd x gf!reader ꒱ 𐔌 . ⋮ mdni .ᐟ ֹ ₊ ꒱

You were usually so level-headed; you were the type to wave a pissed off person away with a calm word and a shrug. But today, something happened, and you’d come home without a word, and plopped yourself down next to Jason, who was engrossed in a book with earbuds in. His blue eyes darted to you when he felt the sofa sag, eyebrow quirking up when he saw that you weren’t talking.

As your boyfriend, it felt like his duty to figure out what was going on— hell, it wasn’t even a feeling, it was a must, so he was prepared to get his Glock out to shoot whatever would’ve ruined your day. So when he turned to you, he’d only managed to take one out before his lips were captured in a rather hard kiss. Woah, and he thought he was the one who loved a girl ‘aggressively’.

He closed his eyes, humming a little in surprise as the other earbud got knocked out from the force of the damn kiss. “Woah, ma,” He mumbled between kisses, but he still pulled you onto his lap with one swift movement, hand sliding down to grip your thigh in his hand, massaging it while he was knocked breathless by your lips.

“Don’t wanna explain, just shut up,” You breathed, kissing him harder, which wasn’t exactly like you, cause your lips were frustrated— so very frustrated, as if your day really had been shitty and he was your method of taking it out before you burst.

He was not complaining.

“What? No, wait a minute,” Jason protested, pulling his head away for a second to talk. But you simply grabbed his jaw, forcing his gaze to yours and kissing his protest away. He groaned, a grin crossing his lips for a second, but he soon melted under your touch despite his effort to not. Because you’d never done this before. You’d never initiated like this.

“You’re never like this—“ He mumbled, eyes fluttering when your lips moved down his neck and your hand began to trail down slowly before settling between his thighs. “Shit.” Oh, ok, right, he could definitely get used to this.

“Mhm,” Was all you hummed dismissively, lips moving fast on his neck as you began rubbing and palming him, slow but in the way you knew got him to stop the words coming from his pretty mouth. “D’you mind if we have sex then talk about this?” Yeah, definitely not like you at all.

But he grinned and bit his lip. “Sure.”

It wasn’t long before his tongue was buried deep in your pussy, ‘working your stress out’ — as he put it — and your head was thrown back against the sofa arm, just lost in it. In him.

Why did he choose this position, you ask? Because of your damn thighs, they felt so good pressing either side of his head, locking him in place— well, cause this was the only place he wanted to be until you forgot all about your day. Mm, fuck, you tasted so sweet— and his fingers pressed into your skin while your hand pushed up his hair, messing it up, making his white streak a little more prominent between your fingers.

Your moans filled his ear, and your little gasps of “shit, Jay,” and for the record you were the only one allowed to call him that. Plus, it sounded great when he was devouring you like he was on death fucking row.

“That’s it, ma, jus’ lemme help you.”

special tags: @faiszt + @dollishvie, enjoy my darlings !!

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um anyways

who else up & bisexual⁉️⁉️⁉️ And very afraid

I don't want a baby. Well, you have one.

Grey's anatomy (2005 - ) I 7.22

Enemy (2013) dir. Denis Villeneuve

I think venus flytraps should be intelligent and ambulatory. I think they should get into the cupboards. I think they should purr when you pet them.

At night I dream of public transportation networks so efficient they make cars obsolete

thinking about JASON TODD watching you get ready for the day.

part of his morning routine is watching you do yours. he’s lounging on your bed, mindlessly scrolling on his phone as he waits for you to get out of the shower, looking up curiously when he hears the water shut off.

a few seconds later, you’re stepping out of the bathroom, steam curling into the bedroom as you towel dry your hair.

jason watches you like it’s his day job. he’s got nowhere better else to be, nothing else to do except lay on your shared bed, one arm tucked behind his head as he watches you move through your routine.

you grab your moisturiser, lathering up with a scent that jason always finds delicious enough to eat (he’s probably going to bite you later).

when you’re satisfied with your dewy, hydrated skin, you pick out a couple of tops, considering them with just as much indecision as before. he tries not to laugh when you huff, arms sore from holding them both up against the mirror. eventually, like always, you turn to him and hold them up in question.

“black one,” he replies easily. he’d already chosen a favourite, but he likes it when you ask for his opinion.

you blow him a quick kiss and start dressing, before moving on to sit at your vanity.

he loves this bit, watching you apply every cream and serum with intense concentration. fuck knows what they’re all for, but he happily walks around for hours, holding the basket as you shop for them and he’ll happily sit and watch as you apply them.

you never rush the next part, applying droplets of foundation to your glowing skin and taking your time to blend it in. concealer is next, and then the coloured products.

when you’re applying the bronzer, you tilt your head and assess the angles of your cheekbones carefully and he finds himself mirroring you, enraptured.

blush comes next, swirling onto the apples of your cheek generously and giving you that soft flush of colour that he loves seeing on you. he makes a mental note to compliment that more.

sometimes you forgo eyeliner and jason himself a little disappointed. the way your brows furrow and your hand is steady as a rock as you swipe on the dark lines is like nothing he’s seen before. and considering his job, he’s often in high stress situations.

when you apply the mascara, making your lashes thick and dark, jason exhales as you blink at yourself in the mirror. your eyes might be his favourite feature of yours.

as soon as jason hears the familiar chime of different lipsticks clinking together in your drawer, he sits up slightly. just like everything else, he knows you’re going to struggle deciding on a shade.

after a whole minute of you uncapping and capping liner after lipstick after lip gloss, he finally gets up and leans down behind you, arms snaking around your waist. jason rest his chin on your shoulder and nods to your obscene collection of lip products.

“use the red one that you like,” he mumbles, voice muffled by your neck.

“you mean the red one that you like?” you shoot back at him, raising a brow in the mirror.

“semantics.”

you laugh, uncapping the product before dabbing it onto your lips. jason doesn’t even realise he’s staring so hard in the mirror until you turn around to look at him, cupping his face in your hands. “satisfied?” you ask, grinning.

he hums, distracted by your lips and he can’t help himself from sneaking a kiss. the colour is practically hypnotic on you, so you can’t really blame him for going in for another one. or two.

a/n; rip jason todd you would have loved clinique black honey and elf jam session

☕💖 Can I Get Your Number? ☕💖 Ch 39

Jason Todd x (f)Chubby!Reader

written with a female reader in mind, first person pov, no use of Y/N, NSFW, MDNI, let me know if there's anything else I should tag this with!

warnings/labels:  minor SA mentioned

wc: 2.17k

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The words Gotham Academy: Front Office lit up my phone screen, and I scrambled to grab it. Professor Newman was droning on, reviewing the material on the upcoming quiz. He cast a disapproving glance my way as I opened the door, slipping out into the hall.

"Hello?"

"Oh! Sorry, I may have the wrong number. I was trying to call Bruce Wayne?"

"Is this about Damian? I'm the new primary contact. Bruce signed the paperwork a while ago?"

I provided my name, and I heard some clicking and typing before the woman spoke again; "oh, yes, I see. My mistake. Well then, we need you to come down to the school, Miss."

"Is Damian ok?"

"He's fine, but he needs to be picked up."

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