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[randomfotos]

[soracities]

Dunya Mikhail, from "The Iraqi Nights", The Iraqi Nights (trans. Kareem James Abu-Zeid) [ID'd]

[fattracklad1]

As we know Insta isn't the best with gainers and they've decided to suspend my account and it's not looking good. However have made a new account so fuck them. If you could please follow it, it would mean the world to me x 😍

[randomfotos]

[myrmica]

itzsubz there is something wrong as fuck with you. Keep going

[twentyplusinterestsinatrenchcoat]

Please feed the ducks. The ducks will certainly appreciate it.

You are strongly advised not to feed the ducks in this pond.

[eesttm]

"You're welcome."

UKTV Live 2017 & S06E10

[sleevebuscemii]

whoever on drake’s suicide watch tonight go take a smoke break

[menofprogress]

OH MY FUCKING GOD

This is reposted art

AGAIN

Literally what the FUCK is wrong w op, they used to be /bestwitchsam and now apparently they have a new blog which is AGAIN full of reposted art.

BRUH, LEAVE.

Viktor Art

[hel7l7]

you never said you're sorry

[ghostboy512]

Cherik x Sun Bleached Flies by Ethel Cain

[menofprogress]

I always have a mighty need for post-canon jayvik angst where they try to make a life outside of piltover.

Jayce would obviously be deeply affected by what happened to him, he has ptsd, he has to come to terms with his physical disabilities, he lost a lot of weight and muscle mass, hes in pain, but he tries to downplay or simply ignore it bc he needs to take care of viktor. Until the inevitable crashout ofc.

Viktor is consumed by guilt, he hurt and killed people he wanted to help, he abandoned his original goal of trying to help the undercity, he hurt jayce, he separated jayce from his mother, cait and mel. He has to deal with turning from deity back to human and being in his "imperfect" body again. He can see how much jayce was hurt and changed by what happened, and he feels like his presence is only making it worse, but he cant handle leaving and being on his own, so he tries to be as unobtrusive and easy as possible, which in turn upsets jayce, bc viktor is being distant and wont talk about what happened.

Theyre so careful with each other and it kind of starts to piss them off and they have to relearn how to be comfortable around each other again and both of them think that the other isnt taking care of himself and then eventually theres the big conflict where they actually get angry with each other and air out their grievances and theres a lot of shouting and eventually theyre crying and then theyre kissing. Post canon angsty slowburn is peak.

[vulgarchapels]

more like a month

Mutual possessiveness that makes us fuck harder after a day of not being around each other

[sturniololuvz]

Can you do one where the sister is having a teen pregnancy and Nate is the dad?

okayyy! wait because i lowkey did a very good job on this and it BETTER GET THE HYPE!

“Unexpected Blessings”

Sturniolos + nate x sister

Warnings : crying , pregnancy

Y/N had been feeling off for days—fatigue, nausea, and an unshakable heaviness in her body. At first, she brushed it off as a simple cold, but deep down, an uneasy feeling gnawed at her. It wasn’t until she realized she had missed her period that her heart started to race.

Sitting on the closed toilet lid, she stared at the pregnancy test in her trembling hands. Three minutes felt like an eternity. When she finally glanced at the result, two bold lines stared back at her.

Positive.

Tears welled in her eyes instantly, but not because she was pregnant. It was the overwhelming fear that she wouldn’t be good enough—that she wouldn’t be able to do this.

A sudden knock on the door startled her.

“Babe? You okay?” Nate’s voice was soft but concerned.

Y/N wiped her eyes quickly, trying to compose herself, but the lump in her throat remained. Before she could answer, the door creaked open, and there he was—her boyfriend, Nate, looking at her with worried eyes. His gaze flickered to the pregnancy test in her shaking hands.

He froze.

His usual carefree expression melted into shock as he processed what he was seeing. The room was dead silent until he finally whispered, “Is that…?”

Y/N let out a shaky breath, fresh tears spilling down her cheeks. “I—I don’t know if I can do this, Nate,” she admitted, her voice cracking.

In an instant, Nate was on the floor with her, pulling her into his arms. “Hey, hey, shh. Breathe, baby. It’s okay,” he murmured, kissing the top of her head. “I know this is a lot, but you’re not alone. We’re in this together, okay?”

She clutched onto his hoodie, nodding against his chest. “I’m scared,” she admitted.

“I know,” he whispered, rubbing soothing circles on her back. “But I swear to you, I’m not going anywhere. You’re not doing this alone.”

—

A few days later, the anxiety of telling her brothers—the Sturniolo triplets—loomed over them.

“Okay, we got this,” Nate reassured her as they stood outside the living room where Matt, Chris, and Nick were hanging out.

“No, you got this. I’m about to get murdered,” Y/N muttered, her heart pounding.

Nate squeezed her hand before leading her inside.

“What’s up with you guys?” Chris asked, raising an eyebrow as they entered.

Y/N swallowed hard. “Uh… so… I have something to tell you.”

Nick leaned forward, eyes narrowing. “Okay?”

She took a deep breath. “I’m… I’m pregnant.”

Silence.

The air felt thick as the words hung between them.

Matt was the first to react. “I’m sorry, what?” His jaw nearly dropped.

Chris’s eyes widened, and he leaned back against the couch. “You’re joking, right?”

Nick, on the other hand, was eerily quiet, his expression unreadable.

“I swear, I’ll take care of her,” Nate cut in quickly, his protective nature kicking in. “I love her. I love the baby. I won’t let anything happen to them.”

Matt ran a hand through his hair. “Holy sh*t.”

Chris exhaled, looking between Nate and Y/N. “Damn… You guys are serious?”

Y/N nodded hesitantly. “I know it’s a lot to take in…”

Finally, Nick spoke up. “Are you okay?” His voice was softer, full of concern.

Y/N blinked, taken aback. “I—yeah, I think so.”

Nick sighed, rubbing his temples. “Look, this is insane. But at the end of the day, you’re my sister, and I just want to make sure you’re good.”

Chris nodded. “Yeah. As much as I want to beat Nate’s ass for getting you pregnant, I also don’t want you going through this alone.”

Matt pointed at Nate. “Dude, you better step up.”

Nate met his gaze without hesitation. “I already did.”

—

As the pregnancy progressed, Nate became even more attentive.

Morning sickness? He held her hair back and rubbed her back soothingly.

Cravings at 2 AM? He was already in the car, ready to drive wherever she wanted.

Back pain? He massaged her shoulders and lower back every night.

Whenever she doubted herself, Nate was there, pressing soft kisses to her growing belly. “You’re gonna be an amazing mom,” he whispered against her skin. “I know it.”

Her brothers, despite their initial shock, became her biggest protectors. They made sure she was always comfortable, and they even helped Nate move in part-time so he could be there for her.

—

When the time finally came, Y/N was in the hospital bed, gripping Nate’s hand so tightly he thought it might break.

“I can’t do this,” she whimpered, panting through a contraction.

“Yes, you can,” Nate soothed, brushing sweaty strands of hair from her face. “You’re the strongest person I know.”

Matt, Chris, and Nick stood nearby, all pale but determined to be there for her.

“We’re right here, Y/N,” Nick assured her.

Chris swallowed hard. “You got this, dude.”

Matt simply nodded, looking more nervous than anyone.

Hours later, when the sound of a baby’s cry filled the room, Y/N’s tears spilled freely.

Nate kissed her forehead, his voice thick with emotion. “You did it, baby.”

The triplets peered at the tiny newborn, their previous fears replaced with awe.

Chris sniffled. “Okay, maybe I like the kid already.”

Nick smirked. “Shebetter not look like Nate.”

Matt just chuckled, rubbing Y/N’s arm. “We’re proud of you.”

Looking around at the people she loved most, Y/N finally felt it—she wasn’t alone. And she never would be.

[lesbianshepard]

I hate powerscaling as a way to interact with fandom. I don't care about which character would theoretically win if they got in a fight, I just care if they'd hatefuck after the fight or not.