#!!!! HERE WE GOOO

[xx-psych0-rabbit-xx]

anyways heres my kirby gijinkas but i redrew the star allies ending photo things as them (except for the first which is a redraw of this scene from one of the precure movies)

[sopuu]

tuesday :)

[fatalhoon]

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— NOTES: first chapter!! i hope you guys like it 😋 (slytherin slander will be a prominent theme just for goofs lmao)

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[dicenete]

Harveston Sledathon - art page

Okay so... I have really loved the Harveston Sledathon event so far. There is so many fun references to Northern European cultures, names, clothing and such. So of course when Epel brings the group some cinnamonrolls, I instantly think about cinnamonbuns that are a standard pick for coffee tables here in Finland. They are called "korvapuusti", which usually means the pastry, but if you directly translate it, it means "to box someone's ears". They are kinda like a variant on your normal cinnamonrolls but without the sugary glaze on top. Kinda makes me want to bake some myself too...

[takaraphoenix]

Sunday WIP

I got tagged yesterday by @jadezdominion and let's pretend I wasn't too damn beat from three days of con and posted this yesterday - here's an excerpt from the next chapter of The Clever One, Chapter 3: Congratulations, It's Puppies (1)!

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“I went to see the Alpha,” Jackson growled softly.

Oh, crap. Stiles’ face scrunched up. Jackson hadn’t exactly made a secret about wanting the Bite and considering the way Stiles had used Jackson as his personal Uber to Kate Argent’s execution, there was no hiding where the Hales were or who was in charge. Stiles sighed and leaned back.

“So, what. Now you want to join Scotty’s Werewolf 101 classes?”

The constipated look on Jackson’s face intensified. “No. He didn’t turn me.”

Stiles cocked an eyebrow. Peculiar. Even Stiles thought Jackson would make the perfect werewolf.

“He said I needed your…” Jackson made a disgruntled sound. “Permission first.”

Scott next to Stiles nearly died from swallowing his drink the wrong way, wheezing and coughing. Stiles clapped him half-heartedly on the back while a wicked grin spread over his lips. Okay. Sure, he’d asked Peter to get a heads up, but he hadn’t expected Peter to want his permission. Taking a slow, deep breath, Stiles tuned down the smirk and offered a more serious expression.

“Did he explain it to you?” Stiles asked. “What the bite really means? That it may not take? That being a werewolf is dangerous, risky? The full moon, the hunters roaming our territory?”

Jackson seemed startled by this down-to-business side of Stiles, heck, even Scott looked surprised. Well, Stiles couldn’t snark his way through being Alpha Mate if he wanted to be taken seriously.

“Yeah,” Jackson answered after a moment. “After he told me that he’d only turn me if you… allowed… it, he gave me the whole spiel. I still want it.”

Stiles raised an eyebrow at the determination in Jackson’s voice. “Why? Give me a good reason. And don’t make it your pissing contest with Scott, because that’s not a reason to trade safety for being hunted, for losing control of yourself during the full moon, for potentially dying if it doesn’t take. Beating Scott at Lacrosse isn’t worth any of that.”

There was a stretch of silence and Jackson looked so uncomfortable. “Well, out with it. You need my permission? Convince me why you want the bite.”

“Pack,” Jackson growled out with a frown. “Peter… Peter said pack means family. Trust, loyalty, relying on each other, having each other’s backs. I want that. That’s… That’s what I really want.”

Stiles wasn’t sure if Jackson even noticed just how vulnerable his voice sounded with that statement. How genuine. It startled Stiles. This was a side of Jackson he’d never seen before, a side maybe only Lydia knew. A side the jock might be covering up with the asshole attitude.

“Okay,” Stiles agreed after a moment, earning a startled whine from Scott. “You heard him, Scotty. He knows what he’s signing up for. If he really wants it, and if he understands what pack means – and that it will mean he’ll have to bring that same trust and loyalty to you and me – then okay.”

Jackson still looked wary, as though he didn’t fully believe Stiles. “Just like that. After-”

“Yeah,” Stiles cut him off, waving a dismissive hand in a near playful manner, before offering Jackson the sharpest, coldest look he could muster. “But don’t think you will ever get away with any of that bullshit again. I will not be pushed around or bullied in my own pack. If you sign up for this, you aren’t just signing up for us being pack-mates. I’m the Alpha Mate. In this pack, I’m the co-captain. There is no debate about it, whatever you do, you are not the leader here, you are a follower, a beta, and I outrank you. Think carefully on that. And if you still want in, then meet Scott and me in the parking lot after school, we’re driving out to the Hales anyway.”

With a sharp nod did Jackson get up, leaving Scott and Stiles alone. As soon as Jackson was out of earshot did Scott slap Stiles on the chest, staring at him with the largest eyes.

“What the fuck, dude, you want Jackson in the pack? Why and how and why?”

“Three excellent questions, Scotty boy,” Stiles grinned for a second before sobering up. “Because there was something to the look in his eyes when he said why he wants to be pack that I… believe.”

Recognize. It was the haunted, lonely look he’d seen in his own mirror after his mother’s death. Desperate to belong somewhere, to get a sense of family while his dad was drinking too much, his mom was six feet under and all of her family had left for Poland again. A bone-deep loneliness. That, that was a reason Stiles could understand, could relate to. Could accept.

[life-of-kalos]

Decending from the cloud covered skies, ??? Finally lands back on the earth. Though the ground was now covered in... snow? Yes, snow. That is what it was called. He was relieved that he still knew simple things like this.

His gaze fell upon a large structure. It was familiar yet unknown, though he was sure he'd been here before. If his senses were correct, there was a hot spring nearby. However, he was not expecting there to be so many other occupants.

"It would seem there is an event in progress.. How unlucky."

In his arms, the woman groaned, pulling herself in closer to his body heat. She ran a fever but was still shivering from the cold. He, too, felt chilled, but perhaps it was his garments that were at fault here.

It became apparent that even if he disliked the idea of joining the crowd, it would be necessary to reach his destination.

Faun and ??? Have joined the event!

Cameos: @ask-the-royal-absol @ask-guardian-gallade @hoodies-monster-ranch @asksableye

[renegadesstuff]

SEASON 7 HERE WE GOOOOO!!! 🎉🎉

[in-hav3n]

 𝓕𝐢𝐟𝐭𝐡 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 - 𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐞 ?

The sun was already peeking through the curtains when a snore and a light cough roused you from your deep sleep. Still asleep, you blinked several times, taking your time to adjust to the brightness and emerge from your dream. One advantage of being a roadie was that you didn't have to get up too early, since the whole team was usually busy until late at night. You laid motionless for a few moments in the warmth of the comforter, staring at the pattern on the curtain in front of you, until you realized you weren't in your room. Where were you?

You glanced over your shoulder, rubbing your eyes as you searched for clues, until your eyes fell on the sleeping body beside you. A smile stretched across your lips as your mind recalled what had happened last night. You didn't leave this time, accepting to live in the moment, without asking yourself whether it was right or wrong. James wanted you to stay, and just after you'd settled under the covers, his strong arm encircled your hips. You felt that pleasant sensation of having an arm around you to keep you warm and you fell asleep, completely exhausted. You assumed James was too. How could he not be after a two hours gig and a making love session.

A warm sensation invaded you and burned your core, as you blushed at the thought of what you've experienced. It was incredible…You'd only spent a short time together but you shared something quite intimate. Anyone would have thought it's ridiculous to say something special had happened, but that was the feeling you had. James made you feel complete, different. Special even. It was hard to explain.

But now you had to make up your mind ; the night was over and so was this affair. It was time to go back into the real life. 

Your eyes sought out the alarm on the bedside table, the red digits telling you it was past eleven. You still had time to enjoy these last moments and the human warmth you'd been missing. Also more time to wake up, to have a quick breakfast and to pack. The first leg of the European tour was over and the next concert would be in a month's time, giving everyone a bit of a break.

You sighed, thinking it was really the end of a lot of things…yet you still couldn't understand one thing: why had James insisted that you stay with him? It didn't make sense to you, especially since he still hadn't explained. You'd hoped that you'd parted ways without actually having to have this discussion, but he'd decided otherwise. That said, he was a middle-aged man, so did he need to justify himself to you? Certainly not, you thought with a sigh. All you had to do was be grateful for the time you spent with him and move on.

James let out another light snore in his sleep and rolled over onto his left side, facing you. This still left you enough room to turn onto your back and stretch slowly, before moving to your right side, facing him in turn. He looked like he was fast asleep, and his features, usually a little more drawn, seemed more rested. His body moved to the slow, regular rhythm of his breathing. You watched every detail of his face, every wrinkle that made him so special and charming, smiling as you realized this man had chosen to share an intimacy with you, and you felt lucky.

A few minutes later, his leg moved under the comforter, his eyes began to move before opening to stare at you. You smiled at him, hoping he wouldn't find it strange that you were watching him.

“Morning…”, his harsh and deep morning voice breaking the silence. He stretched his arms far above his head, making the comforter move slightly, uncovering your bare shoulder.

“Good morning”, you whispered back with a tired smile and sleepy eyes. 

"I hope I didn't take up too much space during the night. I'm not really used to sharing my bed anymore"

“You didn’t”, you shook your head with a smile, thinking it was funny to hear him saying such a thing. He was so tough and beefy that you'd have felt it. But how you'd have loved to sleep on him, taking him as personal pillow. “I can be pretty invasive in bed myself too”. 

“And you weren't”, he assured you, smiling back. 

There was silence as he, in turn, took the time to wake up. Meanwhile, you remained silent, not daring to disturb him.

And very quickly, your mind began to think, wondering what to do next. He had asked you to stay, but what should you do? Get close to him and snuggle in his arms? You'd love to enjoy that last embrace, but wasn't that a bit over the top, given the nature of your relationship? You preferred to remain silent, waiting for James to make the first move.

"On what time do you have to be at the stadium today?”, James asked, scratching his grey hair.

"Early afternoon", you told him, adjusting the position of your head on the pillow. "We have the clean up the place and put all the boxes into the trucks. But I have to clean up my room and pack up my things before going there. It’s past eleven, I’m not late”.

A new silence settled in. You were still looking for a way to ask her what to think about all this, but it was too early for you to think properly. You were afraid of how he'd react, or that you'd come across as a strange girl making up stories. For his part, James didn't seem in any hurry to give you any more explanations. So you decided to take the easy way out…

"Well...I wouldn't want to disrupt your schedule, I think I should leave now" you said with a slight, embarrassed smile, pushing back the blanket, one leg already off the bed. But James stopped you before you could go any further, grabbing you by the arm. You looked up at him, over your shoulder, before he pulled you to against his chest. His lips settled on yours for a gentle kiss, his hands gripping your forearms, as if he wanted to hold you back and prevent you from leaving.

Butterflies made a party into your belly, a strong feeling of joy and content crossing all your body. But all this was far too dangerous. All these attentions to you made you forget the true nature of your relationship, making you hope for other things. And this wasn't good for you...

When your lips parted, you shared a glance that could mean many things. James was the absolute master of confusion.

“You always seem in a hurry to leave me…Why?”.

You didn't respond immediately, pulling away slowly and looking down at your hands. You didn’t need a mirror to know you were blushing hard. Your cheeks were burning and burned more when James placed his palm on it.

“What’s wrong baby? Tell me”. He encouraged you, his fingertips stroking your cheek in a pure torture way. He wasn't making it any easier

“I just…”, you started, but immediately let out a sigh, looking away again then back down. You felt so stupid that you are avoiding his gaze, staring at your hands.

You sat up on your knees beside him, the comforter around your hips to cover your naked lower body. “It’s hard for me to understand all of this. I mean-...", you sighed, daring to stare at his beautiful blue eyes. "I thought you just wanted to have fun with me and I agree with that. And then…you asked me to come back and here we are". You shrugged, scratching your head as you felt uncomfortable. Damn, you'd have loved to disappear, to hide from his gaze. "I’m just confused. And I know it’s completely silly…”.

James cut you off with a finger on your lips and a warm smile. Even tough his gesture pleased you, it wasn't still what you wanted him to do. You needed him to say it loud, to make you face the truth sooner than later. “I just want you to be honest with me. I'm not delusional and I know I shouldn't expect anything after. I'm not here to beg you for more. I just want you to say it to me...". There, you finally let it out.

James leaned on his elbow, looking up at you with a frown. "And what should I say to you?", he wondered, trying to understand the purpose of this talk.

"Say to me it was fun but now it's time to say goodbye. Say to me you have other things to do and that I should go back to my room and do my job. Why asking me to stay the night with you? I don't understand. It's just so-...confusing".

A huge weight finally left your shoulders as you sighed deep, waiting for what was coming next. Now you felt you were ready to hear it.

“What if I say…", James started, his glance looking around before setting back up on you. "I did have fun but...I want more”.

Speechless and more than surprised by his statement, you stared at him for a moment, completely lost. More? What did that mean?

“At first, I thought it would be nice to have fun, for just one night", he explained, one of his hands taking yours to play with your fingers. "But then, I realized I was maybe ready for something…different. That’s why I asked you to come back last night. I wanted more. I wanted to see what my intentions were…”.

“I still don’t understand-...", you replied, shaking your head in disbelief. "I’m just a normal girl, a roadie. Why wasting your time with a younger girl like me ?"

Gently, James rose to stand over you, the skin of his torso touching yours, making you shiver. You looked into his eyes, your hands resting naturally on his chest as you searched for answers to all the questions running through your mind. He slowly leaned upon you to kiss you tenderly, making you shiver.

"It's not about who you are", James said, looking deep into your eyes after he pulled away. "It's about what you make me feel and...I can't really explain it but... I'm feeling a connection, something that makes me think I should trust".

He let out a slight chuckle when he noticed no reaction coming from you. "Are you okay?".

"Yeah, I just_", you said with a nervous chuckle, your fingertips touching his soft hair chest, circling his tattoos. Your heart was pounding fast, definitely not prepared for this and it was kinda hard to believe his words. Maybe you were dreaming? "It's just that I still can't believe what I heard. I didn't expect such a confession".

"It's the truth though", James gave you a smile, chuckling again, amused by you reaction. "I enjoy spending time with you and...", his hand softly caressed your cheek, "if you agree, I'd like to see you again".

"But what about...my age? The fact we're not living in the same state ? Now tour is over, we're heading back home. Plus, you're famous and I'm just...me. I mean, let's face it. Could it work?".

"We can make it work", he assured you, nodding. "All I care about is what we can do. I don't care about the rest sweetheart..."

Master of confusion was striking again. James seemed so sure about it, about everything while you were still questioning yourself, your mind slowly realizing he confessed his desire to be with you. But was it a good idea? How could you be sure he was honest with you?

"I'm going back to Colorado tonight. Maybe you can meet me there? We could spend some time together, getting to know each other...even if I think we have skipped the intimate part yet", his joke made you chuckled. You looked deep into his eyes, chewing your lips. Your heart was telling you he was sincere, your soul was more than enthusiastic about the idea but it was so unexpected...

You decided to follow him again yesterday and it had been magical. Why wouldn't it be if you stay with him? Would it be enough to make you forget all your fears?

"Alright, I'll meet you there but I don't want people to know. I want this to be only you and me".

"Don't worry about it. Only you and me...", he promised, as he leaned upon you again, a big smile on his lips. His face came closer until he pulled you for a tender kiss. You replied with the same passion, your arms encircling his neck. You abandoned yourself to him, ready to experience something else with this man that was making your heart jump of joy and was making you feel so special. You just hoped you made the right decision...

A/N : So sorry for the delay, I struggled a little with this part! I wanted something cute and special, not too cliché and I hope I did something interesting. Stay tuned, next parts are coming. Thanks for your support, love you all ❣️

[macadamiyam]

nobody plays this game anymore but its comfort

[windybreeze12]

1 more hour to vote on the dbd poll, i have never been so nervous sksksksk

GO VOTE IF YOU HAVENT ALREADY <3

[sunnyelfs]

[madisonbeersource]

MADISON BEER HOME TO ANOTHER ONE (2023) dir, Madison Beer & Aerin Moreno

[prodigum]

@flugelmann / levi & erwin + starter

𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐃. that his body was too broken to continue. that he had given everything that was left of him. and that he had fulfilled his duty to humanity. there was all this chaos and then there was nothing. not even the gates of hell. and it was sort of peaceful.

erwin wakes up gasping for air and it takes a few moments for him to realize his lungs aren't actually empty. it's bright and his eyes are slow to adjust , but he's looking for something familiar anyways. even in temporary half-blindness , he recognizes levi at his side. and he knows that he's okay , even though it doesn't feel quite right. and that levi is too , and perhaps that makes more sense. but that's the extent of it. levi's face is unreadable — it often is. posture , too , as though he's waiting for erwin. he parts his lips to speak but his throat is a garbled mess. he clears it. swallows hard. nods softly. and tries again.

❝ tell me. ❞

[mgu-h]

Race Day • October 27, 2024

[theplottdump]

Valerian enjoyed his pockets of silence when he was able to obtain them. The quiet nature of his previous life was one of the few things he had come to miss over the years- often finding himself working late in the relative seclusion of his downstairs office for a bit of peace.

HANSEL: Sir- Val: Not now, HANSEL. HANSEL: But Sir- Val: HANSEL. HANSEL: Sir, I must insist. It's- you see- Miss Sunny hasn't returned home and I'm afraid it's almost 10 minutes past her curfew. Val: Pick up her signal on the sensors and send Leanne to collect- per protocol.

HANSEL: Well, that's the problem sir. I'm afraid I'm not able to pick her up at all on any of our sensors. Val: WHAT?! That's impossible! Scan it again. HANSEL: Sir I already have several- Val: Scan. The. Island. Again. HANSEL: Of Course Sir.

Val: Inform me of any anomalies, glitches or irregular activity. If the wind blows the wrong way I want a full report. HANSEL: Yes Sir.

Val: And tell Leanne and Mr. Chinsley to meet me upstairs. We'll find her.

[bubblegeon]

Maybe there's a chance, if I turn around and you're still there.

📿 KOCCHI MUITE YO MUKAI-KUN 1.05