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Chapters: 1/?
Fandom: DCU (Comics)
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: Dick Grayson/Slade Wilson, Dick Grayson/Jason Todd/Slade Wilson
Characters: Dick Grayson, Slade Wilson, Jason Todd
Additional Tags: Post-Bad Ending, Established Relationship, Consent Issues, Extremely Dubious Consent, Captivity, past permanent injury, Anal Sex, Anal Plug, Other Additional Tags to Be Added
Summary:

It’s been years since the world changed, and Slade took possession of his prize for being on the winning side. He’s honed his bird into a work of art, bit by bit. Trained him, and molded him, turning him into exactly what Slade wants. Sometimes, he likes to show that work off.

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Slade taps the invitation against his palm as he walks. Hand-written of course; calligraphy and a black ink that sparkles faintly when turned against the light, with not even a suggestion of a smear on the rest of the crisp, off-white paper. Someone probably went through a veritable mountain of this paper to get them this perfect; that, or Luthor created a machine to do it for him, without the peskiness of having to actually pay someone for their time. Sounds more his speed.

 5PM. Drinks included. Accessories allowed.

It’s one, now. Factor in a shower, time to dress, and the flight, and they should arrive just late enough to make it clear that he’s not one of Luthor’s ass-kissers, but not late enough to suggest he’s flaunting all authority. He’s still a free agent, for now; Luthor’s ego will be satisfied enough by him showing up, and no one else will think he’s been leashed. It’s a line he’s been walking for a solid couple years now.

Besides, if they’re a little late, there’s more of an audience. Slade rarely misses a chance to flaunt what his quick thinking won him, on the day it mattered; the jealousy is too enjoyable. There are plenty of people that would like to take what belongs to him. Plenty that have already tried.

Slade doesn’t need to search to know where his prize is.

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cyborbs:

scrolling horny tumblr when im not horny is like powerwalking around at an orgy, stepping over the writhing naked bodies, searching for any shiny objects that may be scattered round the area and may potentially be used to trade for higher level gear or potions of some kind

hawkbeetle:

doctorstarky:

reasoncourt:

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EXTREMELY rare w from the uk media

Defamation lawsuits in UK are heavily weighted in *favor* of the plaintiff. You have to have a pretty weak case to lose over there. If there wasn’t a rabbid, inescapable social media campaign against Amber Heard, he would have lost in America too.

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quinn-the-human:

sleepdeprivedpikachu:

marzipanandminutiae:

idareu2bme:

spuffybot:

undanewneon:

aridotdash:

themintycupcake:

madgastronomer:

hojolove:

vampireapologist:

ppl are so annoying “you can’t paint ur bedroom pink you’re an adult” i did not spend my entire life waiting to grow up and control my life to paint my bedroom beige

I had a sales woman in furniture store try and tell me not to buy a hot bubblegum pink loveseat because she wanted me to “think about the future”

Bitch, I am thinking about the future. I already got a hot bubblegum pink couch at home and now I need a loveseat to go with it.

when I first bought my house, I announced my decision to paint my bedroom purple. I had wanted a purple bedroom for thirty damn years, you fucking bet I was gonna have one now. My friends decided, for some reason, that I meant what one of them referred to as “14 year old girl purple” (through what’s wrong with the colors a 14 year old girl chooses, I don’t know, even if they’re not what I want as an adult). They didn’t believe me until they saw the color on the actual wall, even thought they helped me pick out paints. My mother, meanwhile, decided to get worried that if I painted my bedroom a “dark purple”, it would be “depressing”. As if, with an entire house to live in, I would spend all my time in the bedroom, which I wanted to be dark because I would be sleeping in there. In the damn dark.

I had like one, maybe two friends who were all like FUCK YEAH YOU PAINT IT WHATEVER COLOR YOU WANT, PURPLE BEDROOMS ARE AWESOME.

But when they actualy saw the finished bedroom, every single one of them was like, “Oh yeah, that’s really pretty.” (Well, the ones who supported me from the beginning were more like WOOHOO.)

And the moral of the story is: Fuck ‘em, please yourself. Either they’ll come around, or you can safely ignore every question of taste they opine about for the rest of time.

This applies to other adulting activities, too. When I was a kid, I decided that I wanted to have a wedding cake made of doughnuts. When I got older, I figured that I would be “mature” about it and get a traditional cake, which the older adults approved of. Now that I’m 25 and facing the possibility of actual marriage in the near future, I’m just like “marriage is a social construct but it comes with tax & insurance benefits, so just give me that goddamn doughnut cake.” If they don’t like it then they don’t have to come to my wedding.

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https://xkcd.com/150/

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I would like you all to view my office. I’m thirty and my rainbow room is awesome, people can fight me

I’m thirty and my first big furniture purchase was a custom coffin shaped coffee table that opens up and is lined with purple crushed velvet. I would have loved it at 13 and I love it now. Growing up doesn’t mean you have to abandon what makes you happy.

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GROWING UP DOESN’T MEAN YOU HAVE TO ABANDON WHAT MAKES YOU HAPPY.

the infantilization of color and decoration in the home is so bizarre to me- and such a new phenomenon

the world over, our ancestors painted their homes bright or deep or rich colors for centuries. they brought beautiful textiles into their living spaces, and made their utilitarian objects ornamented, or colorful, or shaped like whimsical things. in all cultures, at all class levels and ages, to the best of their ability. and we’re just supposed to throw away centuries of the basic human desire for beauty and visual interest because some asshole decided like 40 years ago that anything beyond a Pop of Color and an IKEA fake plant was “childish?”

fuck that

i would like to add to this wonderful post that this applies to stuffed animals/plushies too!! if you’re an adult/older teen and you still sleep with plushies, good for you!! i have about eight plushies that i sleep with, i’ve been doing it since i was an infant, fuck the press, and enjoy your giant pit of squishmallows.

I would sell my soul to be able to paint any of my rooms. Landlord Beige and Eggshell are the worst colors. To each their own but the fact that some people have the ability to make their house colorful and then don’t for the sake of like modern minimalism is just mindblowing to me