Stiles: Hey Der? Have you ever thought about bleaching your asshole?
Derek: No. I can't imagine you as a blonde.

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Stiles: Hey Der? Have you ever thought about bleaching your asshole?
Derek: No. I can't imagine you as a blonde.

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It was a warzone. Earthāand the cityālay in ruins. The Justice League stood over a smoking battlefield. Diana and Billy lay unconscious, injured from an alien attack.
Then the skies began to churn.
It started with a rumble. The clouds didnāt just gather ā they charged, crashing down in a show of power.
āHe shouldnāt be here,ā Superman muttered. "Heās part of Billy,ā Batman replied, eyes fixed on the sky. āHe felt this. "Saw and felt all it." He narrowed his gaze. āHeās coming." Now.ā
Lightning slashed from sky to earth.
BOOM.
From the heavens, he descended ā ZEUS.
Oh Mighty Zeus. King of the Pantheon. His eyes blazed gold.
He wore a toga mixed with Greek hoplite armor, humming with the storm itself. He didnāt come as a god. He came as a father. And thisā This was his fury. This was the RUTHLESSNESS his brother once sang of.
He walked past the Justice League like they were statues. His gaze fell first on Diana ā his daughter. Then on Billy ā his chosen.
Both fell. Both broken. Diana, unconscious. Billy, so injured he had reverted into his mortal form from his divine form.
Zeus knelt beside them, his storm-charged gaze locked on their faces.
āWho touched Olympusā blood?ā His voice barely restrained the thunder behind it.
Flash stepped forward, trying to speak:āLord Zeus ā it was the alien fleet, theyāā
āWHO?!ā
The sky screamed with the answer, he wanted to hear.
It was Thunderous. Orchestral and Divine.
Zeus turned to the heavens ā to where they hid.
There he saw them: the alien fleet hovering above, the mothership pulsing with energy. Watching. Mocking. Thinking Earth was weak. Thinking Olympus would stay silent.
They were wrong.
And Zeus just stood there.
His hand rose.
The clouds shattered.
He called itāKERAUNOS ā his divine bolt. The weapon of King of Olympus.
āI am the FIRST STORM. The ANCIENT WRATH. The KING.ā
āAnd you touched what is mine.ā
Thenā
EVERYTHING BURNED.
He didnāt just throw the bolt āHe channeled it.
Keraunos tore open the sky like a rift.
One strike was all it tookā for the cruiser to be gone, the mothership to crumbles like ash and the Vaccum of space to empty of any ship that was in it.Ā
He didnāt fight like a hero. He fought like a god who remembered. He isn't Poseidon he wants something Dead. It would be dead, and not play with his food.
The Justice League could only watch.
Speechless.
One attack.
And the fleet was gone.Ā
Vaporized.
Ash fell like snow around the shattered city.
Zeus returned once more beside Diana and Billy again. Gently lifts them both.
āCome. In Olympus both will heal.āĀ
And in a final crack of thunder ā he's gone. With his children. And his wrath still echoing in the clouds.
wincest is so insane because before you watch the show youāre like āoh it canāt be that bad, itās network tv, people probably just ship them because theyāre hotā and then you watch the show and youāre like oh yeah theyāre not that bad They Are So Much Worse
this gif is driving me insane. just the way they. yeah.
Wonder Woman
Well, this new Superman costume left me a little inspired to try and create something for Wonder Woman that would also be close to her classic uniform, and honestly? I loved this

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The research can wait (I want to kiss you now).
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hope u know i don't want nobody else
This was a couple of hours in. We had about three hundred miles to go. My eyes were closed and I was resting my head back when he just reached over and put his hand on my shoulder, thumb tucked right under my collarbone and said how you doing buddy? I rolled my head to the left and forced my eyes open and I found him driving with his left knee against the door and his wrist hooked through the wheel. He was looking at the road with his eyes squinted against the sun and when I said nothing he turned to look at me straight on, frowning with his dark eyebrows, so serious-looking, and for a second it looked like he was figuring me out, figuring out some cruel thing to say, but then he grinned just to see me. I swallowed and closed my eyes and turned away. We passed a couple of paleta stands. I saw an insane guy with a stick speed walking along the desert road, his elbows stabbing through the air behind him.
Weād been up in Columbus. Not even Ohio. The shittier one in Nebraska. And we were heading all the way down to Amarillo. I donāt remember why. It was a rugaru or something. I donāt remember what it was or why it had to be us. I donāt know how he even heard about it. He just said he was leaving and asked if I wanted to come and I said yes. Ten hours away but he was going to make it in half. As if they had no hunters down there. Even then I thought what he liked more than anything was that he was the best.
Anyway. It was almost sundown but it was one of those days you know the night is going to be even hotter. The sun really baked into the earth. Just miles of open road ahead of us blurring in that desert way. My shirt was soaked through with sweat and he was still holding on to my shoulder but then he let go and put his hand around my jaw and turned my head to look at him. I told him Iām sweating my balls off. My throat was all scratchy. It sounded like my voice was traveling through water or oil or something. It made him laugh. It was like a hundred degrees outside but he laughed and it flared hot all through my chest. He scratched his fingers through my hair, behind my ear. He said look alive, kiddo. He touched my temple, under my jaw, my side, just messing with me, and when I squirmed away he pulled me closer with my t-shirt clenched in his fist. I wanted to mess with him too, so when he touched my chin I grabbed his skinny wrist and I took two of his fingers into my mouth. Skin and sweat and dirt. Calloused at the tips. He made a soft humming sound and pressed down on my tongue, felt the roof of my mouth, the ridges of my teeth, the place where they sprout out of the gum. His thumb was at the corner of my mouth and he gave me this look that could singe your ears.Ā
We had another hundred miles in the tank but he pulled up at a Chevron. We got out and stretched and untied and retied our shoes. We got inside to put a five on the meter. We bought water and Gatorade. I checked out the nudies by the door and he snorted and squeezed the back of my neck. I told him Iām going to the restroom and I pissed and washed my hands and I waited. When I got out he was already back behind the wheel. The sky was a dark purple color. I got in the car and he said come here, pulling me closer by the collar. I put my hand on his knee and then up the inseam of his jeans, sick overeager feeling, but again he just laughed at me. He told me to go to sleep. I laid my head on his thigh, my knees bent up and leaning against the backrest. He put his hand over my throat and I closed my eyes and the next time I opened them it was because heād stopped at a drive-thru for coffee. Now it was night and he was talking to the lady on the other side like normal, like nothing at all to see here. He asked her for a tray. I guess he put it on top of the dashboard. He drove all careful and pulled up into the parking lot and sat there sipping his coffee slow.
I could have sat up and stretched out my arms and offered to drive but I didnāt. I closed my eyes and kept them closed. Heād kept a hand on me the whole time. At some point it had slipped under my shirt. It was right at the center of my chest. Without even thinking about blowing my cover I put my hand over his, just the t-shirt between us. He said, Weāre almost there, his voice low, his thumb moving over my skin. I didnāt know what that meant, and I didnāt ask. He was always almost somewhere. I nodded and turned to my side and his denim scratched my cheek, and I curled my shoulder so I was hugging his arm to my chest. I guess I was really tired or maybe it was because it was dark. Maybe it was just the heat but already my mind was slipping again, half-thinking about how when we get wherever weāre going Iām going to take a cold shower and Iām going to turn on the A.C. that smells like shit and Iām going to spread out on the cool bedsheet and wait until he comes to me. How heāll have me sweating through the sheets. And just that thought made me hard, so then I was thinking if I pulled my dick out right there heād let me. If I kissed inside his elbow heād let me. If I pressed my face to his stomach. Heād let me change the music if I wanted. He said, Check out this motherfucker in the Ford, then one-handed he honked loud and angry and overtook him, his other hand holding me down. He told him to go fuck himself and then he floored it and the tires screeched and we were flying, and I thought if anything happened to us out there in the dark, like if we crashed and the car flipped over a couple of times and we died instantly it would be because of me. I mustāve been eighteen. Maybe nineteen. He had me thinking the craziest things back then. I donāt know what it was.
All food service workers should 100% be entitled to free ass meals on the job. Not discounted, not half off. Free.
This should not be controversial.

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Grandsons be idiots sometimes
Zachariah really said āSam and Dean are psychotically, irrationally, erotically codependent on each otherā, out loud in canon for most of you to act like we pulled the incest subtext out of our own asses. Mind. Blowing.

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im so done with seeing articles about kids and screen time that doesnt mention parent behaviors even once. ākids are always on their phonesā so are the parents! which the kids look to for how they should behave! ipad babies didnāt chose to only play on their ipads, thats what their parents gave them!
an anecdotal example: when i was a kid, all my parents would do in their minimal free time was watch tv and then they would be surprised when in my sister and iās minimal free time we would also only watch tv/play video games. they scolded us for not reading books, but they never read books. they scolded us for not going outside but they never went outside.
ākids are always on their damn phonesā my mom is in her 60s and opens up candy crush anytime sheās sitting ā it isnt just the kids
Coach: "Sperm is made out of glucose. Does anyone any questions? *Stiles raises his hand* "Stilinski."
Stiles: "So you're saying that a sperm has sugar?"
Coach: "....Technically yes."
Stiles: "That's weird. So why doesn't Derek's taste..." *covers mouth immediately while Derek beside him hides his face from everyone*
Coach: "Excuse me. What?"