#;putting out fire with gasoline.

[thatcerealkiller]

“Oh, didn’t you hear? It burned. Every sin stained furnishing, every last trace of Cazador… It all burned.” - Astarion Ancunin

Thrilled by @pankadoll on twitter for bringing this fiery scene to life, can’t recommend her enough for all your storytelling needs 🔥

[kim-kitsuragi1908]

WOE BE UPON YE, CURSE OF RA 𓀀 𓀁 𓀂 𓀃 𓀄 𓀅 𓀆 𓀇 𓀈 𓀉 𓀊 𓀋 𓀌 𓀍 𓀎 𓀏 𓀐 𓀑 𓀒 𓀓 𓀔 𓀕 𓀖 𓀗 𓀘 𓀙 𓀚 𓀛 𓀜 𓀝 𓀞 𓀟 𓀠 𓀡 𓀢 𓀣 𓀤 𓀥 𓀦 𓀧 𓀨 𓀩 𓀪 𓀫 𓀬 𓀭 𓀮 𓀯 𓀰 𓀱 𓀲 𓀳 𓀴 𓀵 𓀶 𓀷 𓀸 𓀹 𓀺 𓀻 𓀼 𓀽 𓀾 𓀿 𓁀 𓁁 𓁂 𓁃 𓁄 𓁅 𓁆 𓁇 𓁈 𓁉 𓁊 𓁋 𓁌 ���� 𓁎 𓁏 𓁐 𓁑 𓀄 𓀅 𓀆 𓀇 𓀈 𓀉 𓀊

REPLY TO TIP? - [ NO ]

REASON - “You cannot use the ‘Curse of Ra’ upon Kim Kitsuragi, there is no desert nor sandstorm drier than this sense of humor.”

[brightfametexan]

Cat People - ('Let's Dance' album version) - David Bowie

Stevie Ray Vaughn guitar

[bo-bo-bean]

I might be starting a trend and I do not mind it

[astral-from-afar]

Look I may be one of few but I LOVE the Fujiwara clan lore that Gege has been adding recently. With the implications of Yorozu and Uro knowing each other getting me so excited

[vintage-tech]

A sci-fi trope we haven’t seen

Okay, so when a character is supposed to be a form of cat, the low-budget productions will have it act like Daniel Striped Tiger and throw “meows” into sentences (”Meow meow-meow where’s King Friday?”), and the silly ones will have the character licking its fur but not in a practical way that would clean it the way a real kitty does. What I want to see is a cat-person that just acts like a human or other advanced social creature... but when it is happy or stressed/afraid, it unconsciously purrs.

I want to see a scene where the leader of the expedition and other crew members turn their heads toward the cat-creature, who is unwittingly making a rrrrr-rrrrr-rrrrr sound while checking its instruments, and suddenly becomes aware of everyone’s gaze and half a second later why they’re staring at it.

To head off a statement, since Tumblr is like this: I’m game to the cat-creature being the leader of the expedition and getting everyone’s gradual questioning looks. Or the cat-leader saying something at the end of the big scene like “Mission accomplished (rrr-rrr-rrr-rrr) Let’s head home.”

[vuulpecula]

There wasn't anything about her that stated she was looking for services he could provide, but in these days, was there ever? Her smile was tight, forced, as she looked upon Hamza, taking him in from his crown to the tip of her toes, she took a moment to breathe. Their mutual friend had said he would be here, arranged the meeting, and as she stood on the opposite side of the chain-link fence, she was glad for it. He appeared capable at the very least.

"You are here to meet someone," she asked softly, wanting to confirm that it was indeed him. "Someone who needs something from you, yes?."

✖ @amalanexus ❤'d for a starter.

[juniestar]

I let out a deep sigh and put on sunglasses everytime a stranger asks me wtf I’m looking at man I’m glancing I’m just GLANCING it’s not my fault my eyes look shrewd and accusatory. And so what if they are? What if I am being rude? What are you gonna do?

[fics-recommendations]

Putting Out Fire With Gasoline

“You are late. I thought it was impolite to keep friends waiting?” “We’re not friends. We’re not… anything. You’ve made that perfectly clear.”

Dream does not get fishbowled and does turn up for the 1989 meeting, only to find that Hob does not appear. Hob has not been not captured or detained; he just stands him up. Or — what if Hob was a little less of a forgiving, patient cinnamon roll, and a little bit more of an salty bitch and went: ”You abandon me in the 1889, I will ghost you in 1989.”

Read it here by notallmaenads

[mothfox18]

why do you have to hurt me with how accurate this is

[normalrelativity]

I’ve got to stop trying to argue with people on facebook during election season. That’s my toxic trait

[qualityrain]

satoko and kotaros rs hits the same spot as the fall out and tragedy of lucisan that causes wmtsb to happen its the same good intentions that dont work together and a lack of understanding because of class difference the same “i want to be useful to you/i want to fulfil my role” v “i just want an equal/a friend” and everybody is constipated and cant communicate but whatever in hny is WORSE because at least sandalphon blames lucifer and it forces lucifer to actually think abt it satoko and kotaro are in a cycle of self blame and trying to fix things but making it worse and they keep hurting each other unintentionally

[charlesoberonn]

Guy wearing "I ❤️ Arson" Shirt: Let me redecorate your house.

Voters: Okay.

Voters, later: Oh, no, the house is on fire!

Firefighter: I can put it out but you need to kick out the arsonist guy.

Voters: Whatever! Do it!

Voters, later: Ew, the house smells like smoke!

Firefighter: Okay? It was on fire earlier. I'm still dealing with it.

Guy wearing "I ❤️ Arson and Killing Firefighters" Shirt: Let me back in and I'll fix the smoke issue.

Firefighter: Don't! He will literally set your house on fire again. He brought a whole crew with matches and cans of gasoline with him.

Voters: I'm pretty sure those are paint cans.

Firefighter: It says gasoline on the cans!

Voters: Get out, I'm gonna let the previous guy in.

[aakeysmash]

I think modernday!Sukuna would possibly be a mechanic. He works in silence, he really doesn’t like people talking to him and he knows his stuff. No client has been able to say his work isn’t good, but they do say that he’s scary and scowling all the time.

Sometimes when you’re on vacation you visit him at work, your reading glasses still on your head and your book under your arm. He stops whatever he’s doing when he senses your presence, turning around and waiting on you to walk toward him. He gets out of the car he’s working on and tries to clean his hands with a rug, but they’re too oily. He hates not being able to touch you, but he’d hate himself even more if he got dirt on your pretty face or your pretty summer dress.

You get on your tippy toes and kiss him on the lips, and he mumbles a sorry because he knows that he’s been sweating his balls off and his top lip is wet.

“Brought you water, babe,” you tell him, looking up at him. He grunts in response, but you know he’s grateful.

“Shouldn’t you be at home, woman? You’ll get dirty,” he says with his deep voice. You can hear he’s not been talking since he left your house this morning. He smells like gasoline and tobacco, probably from the cigarette he smoked half an hour ago. You told him he shouldn’t smoke and work with gas at the same time, but he’s a stubborn asshole. He says he’d burn the fire before the fire could burn him.

“I missed you, big boy,” you answer. He tsks and rolls his eyes. You’re so dramatic.

He might look inapproachable, but when he’s out of the shower back at yours in the evening he’s much more relaxed.

“Y’know, if I didn’t find you sexy as fuck with those flowy dresses, I’d fuck you each time you come visit me,” he whispers in your ear, chest pressed tightly against your back.

You turn around and put your arms around his neck. You’re about to say a snarky remark but he’s already groping your ass with one of his strong expert hands, the other hand pressed between your shoulder blades to keep you close and tongue down your throat.

“Cars ain’t the only things I can ride, baby,” he says smirking.

[with-my-calamitous-love]

HE SAW FOREVER SO HE SMASHED IT UP

katsuki bakugou x reader

the times bakugou broke your heart

heavily inspired by mbobhft

1) the denial

“are we breaking up?”

“…yeah.”

“oh.”

his reasons made sense. he had a job, a goal, a burning drive to prove himself as the best. he was burnt out, his fingers worked to the bones. he couldn’t give you not just what you wanted, but what you needed. and that killed him more than it did you.

it made sense. the gears turned. the writing was on paper. like almost everything he did, it worked out. of course it worked out for katsuki bakugou- he’s the best.

it wasn’t all that set in stone for you, however.

he could have given you a million more reasons before the tears spilled. “i’m an asshole.” true. “i don’t treat you right.” fair. “you deserve so much fuckin’ better, [y/n.]” yeah, he was right.

but you always liked to challenge the acceptable.

at first, it didn’t hit you as hard as you thought it would. you walked through your room, too numb to pay mind to the tears that rolled down your cheeks, and silently packed up his sweaters into a box. the necklace he gave you, the ��k’ pendant, came off your neck like a butterfly lands on a branch, knowing that its death is inevitable and doing nothing to stop it.

at night, you cried, and cried, and cried. you called him about 27 times. he never answered. he texted you to make sure you were okay, but your tear-blurred eyes kept you from seeing the keyboard clearly. you left him on seen and prayed that he was worried, prayed that his heart would explode at your lack of an answer, prayed to god that he would come over just to check on. suffice to say your prayers were left unanswered.

you thought he’d call. but he didn’t. but your soul remained devoted, eyes glued to your phone screen and hands shaking. he has to call. he has to tell you goodnight. he has to tell you that you’re an idiot. he has to tell you he loves you. he’s going too, idiot.

right?

2) the anger

if he wanted you dead, why didn’t he just say?

your heart burned for anger. for salvation. for revenge. you knew katsuki bakugou knew anger well, but he had no idea the way your soul flared like a whole new depth of hell.

you laid in bed, awake, eyes excruciatingly drive from crying your tear ducts may as well have been burnt off. memories of him haunted your brain while your fists tightened.

you regretted giving him your heart. your love. your late nights and early mornings. your fights, your passions, your 2ams and your smiles. you hated the way you let him draw the laughter out of you, how he showed parts of himself to you he had never shown anyone.

and those little things that made up your love, he was going to use on someone else. you knew it.

he was going to cook them his special fried rice his mom taught him how to do. he was going to teach them how to punch because he doesn’t want them to get hurt- something he did for you. he was going kiss them how he kissed you, love them in a way that should have only been you.

but he shouldn’t. in fact, he should look back at what you had, and regret every. single. thing. he did to let is end. he should regret everything he didn’t do to keep you. he should burn alive from guilt. scream. cry. fight for his life while his body is doused in gasoline. attempt miserably to tear the fire off his skin while it burned him to a crisp. he should die screaming.

he should deserved it, after all. because he heard your screams, and put his headphones on.

3) the bargaining

please. you wailed. who do i have to talk to? what do i have to do to get him back!?

you suddenly thought of so many scenarios in your head, scenarios fuelled by false hope. things you’d do to kiss him one last time, to hold him, to love him and be loved by him. you’d dry the ocean water. you’d turn stones into gold. you’d bring him to heaven and back. you’d get out of bed. you’d compromise more. you wouldn’t forget to kiss him. you’d love him. you’d love him so much harder. please.

suddenly everything seemed possible. if someone answered your calls, if someone made a deal with you, you’d offer up everything. you were sure you’d place everything on the line for him. you want it all back- his yelling, his snark, his nicknames, his attitude, his everything- no, your everything. you’d pluck out your own eyes for his red ones, or your heart for his heroic soul that loved you brighter than anyone else. being loved by katsuki bakugou was something you wouldn’t trade for anything- turns out you couldn’t trade it either.

4) the depression

everything smelled like him. your sheets blossomed into his sweet, burnt scent, the one that he’d leave behind whenever he slept over simply because he left you. all your jackets felt like his chiseled arms, wrapped around you as if you’d be gone in a moments notice. his voice was everywhere. the songs on the radio, the words you read on your phone, and the memories that played like your favourite movie soundtrack.

you wondered if he knew you couldn’t get out of bed. sometimes you imagined him calling your ass lazy, and then dragging you out of bed with a kiss to your forehead and a breakfast he cooked for you. maybe then you’d rip off the sheets and face the day. but right now, your bed was the only place you could mourn.

it was cruel, in a sense. letting you fall in love with him only to leave. letting you fall in love with his stupid smug smirk, his laugh, his teasing, his anger, his unreasonable handsomeness, his millions of pet peeves and trigger words, his clinginess, his distance, his days and nights, ups and downs, his hate and love all tied into one. he made you love him, knowing you would never get to love another katsuki bakugou.

5) the acceptance

acceptance was bakugou realizing how badly he fucked up.

part 2 soon!