I’m one of those people who has always wondered how speedsters do it. It seemed a fitting topic to contemplate in depth in the sanctity of Earth 81.
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“Grayson,” Damian said as he unclasped the cape at his throat and arranged it carefully on the shelf near another meticulously folded Robin costume. “Why don’t we have a store?”
“You only smoke when father’s home,” Damian said from the catwalk above him.
“You know,” Red Robin said, wiping his greasy gloves on a napkin and swallowing the last of his pizza. “Whenever we do this, I sort of feel like the Ninja Turtles.”
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“So what’s up?” Dick asked, running a hand through his hair. He turned as Bruce shut the door to his office and hooked his thumbs in his back pockets. “I thought you were in meetings all day today?”
I used all my words on the last post
I should never write
Dick and Damian
This led to a rather long discussion on the various tops and bottoms of the fandom.
And I stand firm that anime needs to stay away from american comics because it is not as black and white as anime would try to have you believe
Yes I think Damian would be more dominant but it would be dominance by Dick’s admission. Dick could totally put his foot down if he wanted.
Tho I still love the quote I read one time about how Dick couldnt top Oatmeal.
Oh, words, they happened.
I completely agree that anime fans are bizarrely rabid about positioning. (Being gay, I think it’s incredibly absurd).
In other news, I have a total hard on love for this picture.
…and what about the fanboys…?
“Oh, awesome,” Jason exclaimed, body halfway in the refrigerator; he bumped the door with his hip, keeping it open. Emerging victorious a moment later with one unopened and a second mostly full six pack of imported bottled beer, he smiled sweetly at Alfred, setting them on the table. Cocking his head, he put a hand dramatically on his chest. “You got the good stuff. I’m touched.”
Title: Trade Secrets
Setting: Earth 81
Pairing: Dick + Damian; Tim/Kon; ?/?
Rated: R — language, sexual concepts
This week, my home state of New York legalized gay marriage. As long as it…
(406): you got me arrested i just think that goes without question you owe me a blowjob
It’s only fair, after all.
“I am not the world’s crappiest poker player,” Dick said as he struggled with the cap on his beer; it finally snapped and he took a long drink. “Second worst, maybe,” he muttered, leaning back against the chair and stretching his legs to the left past those of the coffee table. “But not the worst. That was definitely Gar.” He gestured with the bottle, putting the cool glass against his neck. “I guess when you can turn into animals, the threat of being naked really isn’t much of an incentive.”
NSFW. I’ve gotten so much good art for Earth 81 recently—I’m not worthy. Seriously. I’m blushing. Did you know I was blushing? Gosh.
My artist friend is awesome. I write her Tim/Kon cuteness, she draws me title pictures and, apparently, porn. I had no idea this was going to be such a lucrative business endeavor.
And, yes. I’m totally teasing cocks and lady boners everywhere again. This is foreshadowing for Limited Liability, which I am currently working on.
I’m done cock-teasing. Go forth and play responsibly.
“Now hang on there, Dickie,” Jason chided, clicking his tongue and wagging his finger disapprovingly from the shadow of the door. Dick straightened slowly, resting a light hand on the seat of the motorcycle. He ran his fingers through his hair as his brother sauntered into the garage.
“Is drinking and driving really sending the right message to all your adoring fans?”
Before 2am? Is this a record? Better not get used to it, just in case.
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“Oh, god, yes, fuck—” Dick gasped, clutching the back of the driver’s seat with his left hand, hitching his legs higher. Bent nearly in half against the door of the car, it was only by sheer acrobatic skill that the position was not only possible, but remotely comfortable. Roy’s hand tightened around his right wrist and held it against the window; bracing their combined weight against the door at Dick’s back, he slammed him against it again.
