#crazyfreckledginger

heya, thank you! i’m happy to hear from you again! i do have my moments where i whine (usually about art theft related things) and i know it’s not a pleasant experience for everyone. (sorry!) but other than that, i try my best to make sure no one feels uncomfortable or burdened whenever they come by my blog haha. i hope you’re doing well too! and as usual, this made me happy! ♡

ps: whenever i see your tumblr in my notifications, i always think, ah it’s this gentleman again! your avatar really stands out for me haha

I got you sis but be warned I too am a dumbass so i may not explain it well v.v

OKAY SO. IT'S SOMEthing like. If you kill a killer the number of killers stays the same. Then Jasom says "yeah but if you kill a hundred killers the number goes down by like 99".

SO LETS MAKE IT IN MATH FORM (im gonma kashoot myself)

Killers to start off with: 100

In this scenario you're not a killer yet; you're a civilian.

So then you kill a killer, now we have 99. BUT your yourself have now turned into a killer so the number goes back up to 100.

Recap: 100 - 1 + 1 = 100

NOW IN JASON'S SCENARIO.

Killers: 100

You yourself are a civilian again in the scenario, but instead of killing just one (1) killer, you kill 100.

So: 100 - 100 + 1 = 1

Now there's only one killer and it's you!

“right to the good parts” prompt list

1. I have you shoved against the wall but now I can’t stop looking at your mouth

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Dick Grayson x Reader

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He was angry. Furious, pissed off, enraged, even. Dick had always been known as the angry one in the family; the one who could really throw a temper-tantrum. However, Dick didn’t know if he had ever felt so angry in his life. 

“What the fuck was that, (Y/n)?”

Ah, (Y/n). The most annoying partner Bruce could have ever given him. What did he do to deserve such a crazy and stubborn person like her as a partner? The woman turned, her eyeliner-lined eyes sharp with annoyance as she hissed. 

“We needed information, Dick, and I’m going to get it in any way that I can.”

Spinning back around, you began to stomp down the hallway once more, the music from the party fading as Dick followed, his voice raising slightly as his neck flushed with his anger. 

“So, you think rubbing yourself up on the fucking target is gonna get him to tell you what we want to know? Seriously?”

(Y/n) turned again, getting into his face. 

“What, like you haven’t fucked the suspect before?”

Dick slammed the woman into the wall, the paintings and vases haphazardly shaking from the force as he hissed into her face. 

“This isn’t about me. This is about you. What you did back there was risky! The target was already suspicious of us the moment we walked in. You pulling that stunt could have gotten us in trouble!”

(Y/n) began to speak, but Dick couldn’t concentrate. Her perfume and natural musk was wafting into his senses, and his eyes were straying to her painted lips, watching as they moved and accentuated every word she said. Her skin was soft beneath his palms, and his grip loosened slightly as he became entranced by her. 

“Dick!”

Dick jumped, his blue eyes looking up at (Y/n), and she just stared at him with a thoughtful look. She asked him after a quiet moment. 

“Were you jealous?”

Dick blushed heavily and hissed out, his eyes narrowing as he leaned in close to seem intimidating. 

“The fuck I was. Why would I be jealous of you? You’re...You’re insufferable and annoying!”

However, Dick knew he was never going to be able to lie to (Y/n). (Y/n) best ability was catching people in their lies. It was why she was sent onto this mission in the first place. God, he was so screwed. 

The woman grinned before gently holding his forearms, his grip loosening more as he instantly relaxed at her touch. His blue eyes strayed to her lips once more, and (Y/n) just sighed.

“Dick, just kiss me already. Please?”

Dick blinked at her in surprise before capturing her lips in delight, eager to release the pent-up anger and frustration. With just as much eagerness, (Y/n) kissed him back, and the mission was forgotten as they slipped into one of the rooms of the mansion, the paintings and vases shaking haphazardly once more. 

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