#🔥 : ignited fury

[springle-bunny]

tag dump because i need to change them.

[moonlightwritingf1]

Burning desire | LN4

🔥 summary ━━━━━━━ Y/N and Lando's heated confrontation spirals into a fiery mix of anger and desire. Their argument ignites into a passionate kiss, leading to an intense moment of intimacy. Amidst the chaos, they both sense something real between them, though they're uncertain about what it means for their future.

🔥 pairing ━━━━━━━ Lando Norris x she!reader

🔥 word count ━━━━━━━ 3.8k

🔥 warnings ━━━━━━━ +18, sexual content

The air in the room was thick with tension, almost tangible as it pressed against their chests. Y/N stood across from Lando, her fists clenched at her sides, her jaw tight with barely contained fury. He leaned back casually in his chair, one leg crossed over the other, but the spark in his eyes betrayed his calm demeanor. This wasn’t just another argument—this was the culmination of months, maybe years, of pent-up resentment and unspoken desire.

“You think you can just waltz in here and take what you want?” Y/N spat, taking a step closer. Her voice was low, venomous, each word punctuated with the sharpness of betrayal. “You’re nothing but a thief, Lando. Always have been.”

Lando let out a soft chuckle, though it didn’t reach his eyes. “And you’re nothing but a snippy little brat who can’t take no for an answer.” His tone was smooth, almost amused, but there was an edge to it that made her blood boil. He tilted his head slightly, studying her like she was some kind of puzzle he couldn’t quite figure out. “Go fuck yourself, Y/N. That’s all you’re good for.”

The words hit harder than she expected. She froze for a split second, her breath hitching in her throat. Then, like a spark igniting dry kindling, her anger roared to life. Her hands curled into fists again, her nails digging into her palms as she stepped right up to him, close enough that she could see the flicker of surprise in his gaze.

“Oh, I will,” she hissed, her voice dripping with sarcasm and something much darker. “Fuck me yourself, you coward. Or are you too scared to admit you want it?”

For a moment, the room seemed to hold its breath. Lando’s casual facade faltered, and for the first time, she saw the heat flare in his eyes. He straightened in his chair, his body tensing as if preparing for battle. But this wasn’t the kind of battle they’d been fighting before. No, this was something else entirely.

“Careful, sweetheart,” he said, his voice low and dangerous. “You might just get what you ask for.”

Her heart raced, pounding so loudly she was sure he could hear it. But she refused to back down. Not now. Not when she could feel the shift in the air between them, the way his gaze lingered on her lips like he was considering kissing her—or strangling her. Either option would suit her fine.

Without thinking, she reached out, her fingers curling around the collar of his shirt and yanking him forward. Their faces were inches apart now, their breaths mingling in the space between them. “I’m not afraid of you, Lando,” she whispered, her voice trembling ever so slightly. “Prove it.”

His response was immediate. With a strength she hadn’t anticipated, he grabbed her by the waist and hauled her onto his lap. She gasped, instinctively wrapping her arms around his shoulders to steady herself. Their bodies pressed together, the heat between them undeniable. Lando’s hands dug into her hips, holding her firmly in place as his lips curved into a wicked smile.

“This is your fault,” he murmured, his breath brushing against her ear. “If you didn’t talk so much, we wouldn’t be here.”

Y/N arched an eyebrow, trying to maintain her composure despite the way her body was reacting to his nearness. “Oh, please. You’re the one who started this whole thing with your smug attitude.”

“Smug, am I?” he retorted, tightening his grip on her. “Well, maybe I wouldn’t have to be if you weren’t so goddamn infuriating.”

“Pot, meet kettle,” she shot back, her pulse racing as his fingers traced small circles on her hip. Every touch sent a shiver down her spine, but she wasn’t about to let him see how much he was affecting her. Instead, she leaned in closer, her lips brushing against his ear as she whispered, “You’ve wanted this since the beginning, haven’t you? Admit it.”

Lando’s breath hitched, and for a moment, she thought she saw a flicker of vulnerability in his eyes. But then it was gone, replaced by the same confident smirk he always wore. “Maybe I have,” he admitted softly, his voice betraying a hint of the tension simmering beneath the surface. “But you’re the one who started it. So don’t blame me when I finish it.”

Before she could respond, his lips crashed into hers, hard and unrelenting. The kiss was rough, fueled by anger and frustration and something deeper that neither of them was willing to name. Y/N gasped into his mouth as his tongue demanded entrance, and she met his aggression with equal force, her fingers clawing at his shoulders as she pulled him closer.

It was supposed to be revenge, she thought dimly as his hands slid under her shirt, his touch scorching through the thin material. But as his fingers grazed the sensitive skin of her lower back, all thoughts of vengeance melted away, replaced by a desperate, aching need she couldn’t ignore.

Lando broke the kiss with a growl, his forehead resting against hers as he struggled to catch his breath. “Bedroom,” he muttered, his voice strained. “Now.”

Y/N didn’t need to be told twice. She scrambled off his lap, her movements jerky with adrenaline, and grabbed his hand, tugging him toward the door. She wasn’t going to let him take control this time, she decided. Not completely.

As she led him down the hall, her mind raced with wild, impulsive thoughts. This wasn’t how she’d imagined their first time—if she’d even allowed herself to imagine it at all. But right now, in this moment, none of that mattered. All that mattered was the way her body hummed with anticipation, the way his every touch set her skin alight, the way the fire between them threatened to consume everything in its path.

She pushed open the bedroom door and spun around to face him, her chest heaving as she looked up at him with defiance and something else—something softer, more vulnerable. “You better not hold back,” she challenged, her voice shaky but determined. “Because I won’t.”

Lando’s eyes darkened, and without another word, he closed the distance between them, his hands cupping her face as he kissed her again. This time, the kiss was slower, more deliberate, as if he was savoring every detail of her lips against his. His fingers tangled in her hair, pulling gently to tilt her head back, and she groaned into the kiss, her body already melting into his.

This was it, she realized, her mind hazy with desire. This was what they’d both been avoiding, what they’d both secretly craved. And now that they were here, there was no turning back.

As Lando deepened the kiss, Y/N’s hands roamed down his chest, feeling the hard ridges of muscle beneath his shirt. She pushed it up, eager to feel more of him, and he broke the kiss just long enough to shrug it off, tossing it aside with a flick of his wrist. His bare skin was warm against her palms, and she traced the lines of his abs, barely managing to keep her breath steady.

“You like that?” he murmured, his voice low and teasing as he caught her wrists, pinning them above her head. “Or do you want more?”

Y/N glared up at him, her lipscurling into a smirk despite the heat pooling in her core. “I like control,” she said, her voice dripping with challenge. “And right now, you’re holding all the cards. So if you’re not going to give me what I want, then maybe I should—”

Before she could finish, Lando released her wrists and flipped her onto her back, his body settling heavily on top of hers. His weight pressed her into the mattress, and she gasped as his thigh slid between her legs, grinding against her with deliberate pressure.

Fuck. Her mind spiraled as electricity shot through her veins, every nerve ending sparking to life under his touch. She clawed at his shoulders, trying to regain some semblance of control, but he only leaned down to nip at her neck, his teeth grazing her skin before soothing the spot with a rough lick.

“You talk too much,” he whispered against her ear, his breath hot and heavy. “Let me show you what you really want.”

He kissed his way down her throat, his fingers working at the buttons of her blouse. One by one, they popped open, exposing the lace of her bra beneath. Y/N arched her back, silently urging him to go faster, but he took his time, his movements deliberate and unhurried. When he finally pulled the fabric aside and freed her breasts, his eyes darkened with something raw and untamed.

“Beautiful,” he muttered, lowering his head to capture one nipple between his teeth.

Y/N cried out, her hips bucking involuntarily as pleasure shot straight to her core. She tangled her fingers in his hair, pulling him closer as he alternated between gentle licks and firm bites, driving her wild with need.

“Lando…” she panted, her voice trembling. “Stop teasing, goddamn it.”

He chuckled against her skin, the sound sending another shiver down her spine. “Don’t tell me what to do, sweetheart,” he said, his tone both playful and possessive. “You wanted this, didn’t you? You wanted me to take control.”

Y/N opened her mouth to argue, but he silenced her with another kiss, this one bruising and demanding. His tongue plunged into her mouth, battling hers for dominance, and she melted into it, surrendering to the undeniable pull between them.

When he finally pulled away, her chest was heaving, her cheeks flushed with arousal. He looked down at her with an expression she couldn’t quite place—something intense and almost… vulnerable. But before she could question it, he reached for her belt, undoing it with practiced ease.

Her heart raced as he slid her pants down her legs, leaving her completely exposed except for the thin strip of lace covering her most intimate parts. Lando paused, his gaze lingering on her body, and for a moment, she felt like prey caught in the gaze of a predator.

“So fucking perfect,” he whispered, his voice hoarse with desire.

He shifted lower, his fingers brushing against the edge of her panties. Y/N bit her lip, anticipation bubbling inside her like champagne. When he finally slipped them down her thighs, she let out a shaky breath, her entire body trembling with need.

“Please,” she begged, her voice strained. “Don’t make me wait any longer.”

Lando hesitated, his thumb stroking the sensitive skin just above her clit. “Why should I?” he asked, his voice dripping withmockery. “You think you deserve it just because you’ve been taunting me all night?”

Y/N’s eyes snapped open, anger flaring in them. “Fuck you, Lando,” she spat, shoving at his shoulders. “If you’re not going to do anything, then get the hell off me.”

For a split second, she thought she’d gone too far. He froze, his jaw tightening, and she braced herself for whatever retribution he might dish out. But instead of retaliating, he grabbed her hips and flipped her over onto her stomach, his movements swift and efficient.

“Oh no,” he said, his voice dark and commanding. “We’re not done yet.”

Y/N barely had time to register the shift before he spread her legs wider, positioning himself between her thighs. She groaned as his fingers replaced his mouth, tracing lazy circles around her entrance before plunging inside.

“Lando!” she cried out, her nails digging into the sheets as he worked her with quick, precise strokes.

He leaned over her, his breath hot against her ear as he spoke. “Tell me how bad you want it,” he demanded, picking up the pace. “Tell me how much you need me.”

Y/N whimpered, her body writhing under his touch. “I… I can’t…” she stammered, her mind spinning. “Please, don’t stop…”

“Good girl,” he growled, nipping at her earlobe. “That’s exactly what I wanted to hear.”

Just as she felt her climax building, he withdrew his fingers and positioned himself at her entrance. Y/N tensed, her breath catching in her throat, but before she could protest, he thrust inside her in one smooth motion.

“Ah!” Her cry echoed through the room as he filled her completely, his hips snapping against hers with ruthless precision.

“You feel so goddamn good,” he muttered, burying his face in the curve of her neck. “So tight… so wet…”

Y/N moaned, her body arching against his as he set a punishing rhythm. Every thrust sent shockwaves of pleasure through her, her nerves alight with sensation. She clutched at the sheets, trying to hold on as her world tilted wildly out of control.

“Harder,” she gasped, her voice barely audible. “Please… harder…”

Lando complied without hesitation, grabbing her hips and pounding into her with even greater force. Y/N cried out, her voice rising in pitch as she clung to the edge of orgasm. She could feel it coming, fierce and unrelenting, and there was nothing she could do to stop it.

“Yes!” she screamed, her body convulsing as she came apart underneath him. Wave after wave of bliss crashed over her, leaving her gasping for air as her muscles clenched tightly around his length.

Lando cursed, his thrusts growing erratic as he chased his own release. With one final, powerful push, he buried himself deep inside her and emptied himself, his body shuddering with the force of his climax.

For a long moment, they lay still, their breaths mingling as they struggled to catch their bearings. Y/N’s mind was awhirl, her thoughts jumbled and chaotic. She had wanted this, hadn’t she? Revenge sex, pure and unfiltered, a way to assert her dominance over Lando in her own way. But now, as she felt his weight pressing her into the mattress, something unexpected stirred within her.

She turned her head, meeting his gaze. His eyes were hooded, his expression unreadable, but there was something there—something deeper than the lust she’d expected.

“Why did you do that?” she asked, her voice soft, almost hesitant.

Lando blinked, as if surprised by the question. He pulled out of her slowly, sitting up and running a hand through his disheveled hair. “Do what?” he replied, his tone carefully neutral.

Y/N sat up, wrapping her arms around herself as she studied him. “Play games with me,” she said, her voice steadier now. “Tease me, push my buttons… why?”

Lando’s jaw tightened, and for a moment, she thought he wouldn’t answer. But then, to her surprise, a faint smile tugged at the corners of his lips. “Because I can’t resist you,” he admitted, his voice low and gravelly. “No matter how much I try.”

Lando’s admission hung heavy in the air between them, a rare crack in his armor that Y/N wasn’t sure how to process. She tilted her head, studying him with those sharp, perceptive eyes of hers, trying to decipher the truth behind his words. His smile was faint, almost vulnerable, and for a moment, she almost felt bad for pushing him. Almost.

“Why now?” she asked, her voice low but steady. “You’ve been playing this game for weeks, Lando. What changed?”

He leaned back against the headboard, his bare chest rising and falling with shallow breaths. His fingers traced idle patterns on the sheets, a habit he must have picked up to avoid meeting her gaze. “I don’t know,” he admitted, his tone uncharacteristically raw. “Maybe I got tired of pretending. Maybe…” He paused, tilting his head to meet her gaze, “maybe you finally wore me down.”

Y/N snorted, but there was no real bite to it. “Wore you down? Please. You thrive on control, Lando. Don’t give me that bullshit.”

His lips twitched into a half-smile, though his eyes remained serious. “You’re different,” he said simply. “You always were. You see through me, even when I don’t want you to.”

She raised an eyebrow, skeptical but intrigued. “And what do I see?”

Lando hesitated, his throat bobbing as he swallowed. “Something… real,” he said at last. “Something I can’t fake.”

The room fell silent, the tension between them thickening with every passing second. Y/N’s heart pounded in her chest, not from arousal this time, but from something deeper—something unfamiliar. She wasn’t sure if she trusted his words, but she couldn’t deny the way they made her feel. Real. The word echoed in her mind, stirring something she hadn’t allowed herself to feel in a long time.

“Fine,” she said after a beat, her voice firm. “If you’re being honest, then so am I.” She leaned forward, propping herself up on her elbows. “You want to know why I let you push me like this? Why I keep coming back?”

Lando didn’t answer, but his piercing gaze never left hers.

“Because I want to ruin you,” she said, her lips curling into a wicked smile. “Every time you think you’ve got the upper hand, I want to pull the rug out from under you. And right now…” She trailed a finger down his chest, feeling the rapid rise and fall of his breath, “right now, I think I’m winning.”

His jaw tightened, a flicker of anger flashing in his eyes before he masked it with a smirk. “Is that so?”

“Oh, it is,” she replied confidently, leaning in closer. “But don’t worry, Lando. I won’t stop here. I’ll keep pushing, just like you did. And one day, you’ll realize you can’t breathe without me.”

For a moment, she thought he might argue, might push back like he always did. But instead, he reached out, cupping her cheek in his hand, his touch surprisingly gentle. “I already can’t,” he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper.

Y/N froze, her breath catching in her throat. His confession hit her like a punch to the gut, leaving her disoriented and breathless. She opened her mouth to respond, but no words came out. All she could do was stare at him, her emotions a chaotic mix of disbelief and longing.

Before she could gather her thoughts, Lando leaned in, capturing her lips in a kiss that was both tender and possessive. It was different from their earlier encounters, lacking the heat of anger or the desperation of lust. Instead, it was slow and deliberate, each movement laced with meaning. Y/N melted into him, her hands gripping his shoulders as she surrendered to the overwhelming tide of emotion.

When they finally pulled apart, Lando rested his forehead against hers, his breathing ragged. “What are we doing?” he asked, his voice strained.

Y/N closed her eyes, savoring the warmth of his breath against her skin. “I don’t know,” she admitted truthfully. “But whatever it is, it’s getting harder to walk away.”

His grip on her tightened, pulling her flush against his body. “Then don’t,” he whispered, his lips brushing against hers. “Stay.”

Her heart thundered in her chest, the weight of his words pressing down on her like a physical force. She wanted to stay, wanted to lose herself in him completely, but a part of her resisted. They were too volatile, too unpredictable, to ever make this work. And yet, as she looked into his eyes, she saw something she couldn’t ignore—a vulnerability she never thought she’d find in someone like Lando.

“Tell me something real,” she demanded, breaking the silence. “Something you’ve never told anyone.”

He blinked, taken aback by the sudden request. For a moment, she thought he wouldn’t answer. But then, slowly, his expression shifted, the mask slipping just enough for her to glimpse the man beneath. “I hate losing control,” he confessed, his voice low and gravelly. “Always have. It’s why I play the games I do, why I need to be in charge. But with you…” He trailed off, his fingers tightening around her waist. “With you, I don’t stand a chance.”

Y/N’s breath hitched, the honesty in his words cutting straight to her core. For all his arrogance and calculated charm, she had never expected to see this side of him—this raw, exposed version of the man who reveled in manipulation. And yet, here he was, laying himself bare for her to see.

“Good,” she said, her voice steady despite the storm raging inside her. “Because I don’t plan on letting you take it back.”

Lando’s gaze darkened, his control slipping even further as the corners of his mouth curved into a predatory smile. “Not taking anything back,” he growled, his hands sliding down to cup her ass, “but I do plan on showing you exactly how much you mean to me.”

Y/N’s pulse quickened as his words stirred something deep within her. She had pushed him to the brink, made him expose a part of himself he clearly wasn’t used to revealing, and now, it felt like the tables were turning.

“I’ve never been good at this,” Lando murmured, his voice rough with desire. “At… feeling. But with you, it’s different. You make me want to try.”

The words hung in the air, raw and vulnerable, and Y/N couldn’t help but soften. She had always kept her emotions in check, guarding herself from anyone who could hurt her. But with Lando, something was shifting—something she couldn’t quite understand.

She placed a hand on his chest, feeling the rapid beat of his heart under her palm. “You don’t have to try, Lando,” she whispered. “Just… be honest. With me. With yourself.”

His eyes searched hers, the uncertainty still flickering beneath the surface. “I don’t know if I can be that guy,” he confessed, his voice quiet. “But I want to be. For you.”

The weight of his admission settled between them, and Y/N realized that despite the chaos, despite the games they had played, there was something real here. Something worth exploring, even if it terrified her.

Without thinking, she leaned in, pressing her lips to his in a kiss that was slow, almost hesitant. She could feel him respond immediately, his hands moving to tangle in her hair as he deepened the kiss. It was different this time—tender, as though they were both trying to find a way to navigate the fragile space between them.

When they finally pulled apart, Lando rested his forehead against hers, his eyes still closed as if trying to hold on to the moment. “What now?” he asked, his voice hoarse.

Y/N sighed, her fingers tracing the line of his jaw. “Now we figure it out,” she said softly. “One step at a time.”

He nodded, his arms pulling her closer as he kissed the top of her head. For the first time in a long time, they were both vulnerable, both unsure of what came next—but they were willing to face it together. And in that uncertainty, Y/N realized she didn’t need all the answers right away. For once, she just needed to be in the moment, with him.

Lando’s admission had cracked something open between them, and while the road ahead might be complicated, they were no longer pretending. They were real. And that, Y/N thought, was all they needed for now.

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Katara didn’t hold back.

Righteous anger boiling inside came pouring out, rumbling like the storm she summoned. By her hand, she blackened the fiery sky. By her hand, she pulled the ocean into a dangerous dance; twisting and churning into a magnificent and terrible storm. By her hand she called down the fury of the spirits.

And by his hand, the lightning was channeled.

It was incredible. Katara’s only seen Zuko redirect lightning once. It was surreal; the way his whole body lit up as the sparks danced around him turning his golden eyes electric blue. The lightning was drawn to him and with a point of his fingers, it ravaged the intended target.

One by one, the Fire Nation war balloons ignited and fell. Through the rain, Katara could make out the largest ship leading the fleet. No doubt it was where Azula and Ozai were. They had to take it out quickly. As to answer her thoughts, a fiery streak shot from the aircraft.  

[ygsunflower]

So the second episode of Secret Invasion basically confirmed that Maria Hill died as the “woman in the refrigerator” to Nick Fury more or less similar to Natasha’s death.

If Natasha Romanoff’s death could be argued with furthering her own character arc (which imo is complete BS), Maria died for no other reasons than to “ignite” Fury’s fury to fight back. (Pun intended 🔥)

I still remember in the early days of the avenger’s MCU, they were the only two female heroines I saw with consistent presences in a heavily male dominated superhero franchise.

They deserve better than a death only to further the male characters' storyline and they definitely deserve a sincere farewell from other main characters.

I’m glad to see that now both MCU and DC are putting out more female superhero characters on their big screens for the world to see. But it’s these details of how they are actually treating these female characters make me think that they are only giving us the female superheroes for the fear of being called misogynists. They don’t actually care about them as much as they do to their male characters. They are only using these women as tools to further the male counterparts’ storylines rather than to develop their own arcs. Call me a petty pessimist, but their actions speak louder than their words. And for that, I don’t believe for a second that they are genuine in supporting female empowerment using their own platform.

Also just look at how these people treated Captain Marvel and Brie Larson. They are so quick to defend their straight white male actors/characters, but for their female colleagues/characters… oof you’re on your own, pal.🤡

Sorry this has turned into a full blown vent, but these superhero blockbuster movie franchise, especially the MCU, are pissing me off so badly with their corny performative “female empowerment” messages. (Yes, I rolled my eyes at that all female superhero lineup scene in that avengers movie. Almost had to hold back my laugh in the movie theater because how the scene seems all too fake and intentional like the MCU is screaming in our faces to try convincing us that they are for women empowerment. But by all means, if you enjoyed that scene and that scene inspired you, awesome! Keep enjoying it. I’m glad someone got some positive messages out of it. And I suspect if I didn’t have my beef with MCU already, I’d be able to enjoy it a bit more too.)

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ℳogai╰╮Alderuyaqua ﹐Apothane ﹐Blazegender ﹐Burnoutish ﹐Burnvesil ﹐Candemonic ﹐Chaosperspesque ﹐Corpsepersepsque ﹐Demonbodiment ﹐Evilbodiment ﹐Evilriune ﹐Fascimorsanguic ﹐Feuvillic ﹐Genderslasher ﹐Gortureperspesque ﹐Hatebodiment ﹐Icefiregender ﹐Illusoboy ﹐Impurnalcraveic ﹐Intrudemonic ﹐Iraronian ﹐Low-Empatix ﹐Malapoten ﹐Mulinvidarkastroflame ﹐Non-Empatix ﹐Perichiros ﹐Pyrochaosgender ﹐Pyrogender ﹐Ragebodiment ﹐Sedirogender ﹐Temaledgyic ﹐Villainintric ( introjects only ) ﹐Villainperspesque ﹐Villinner

[rubberizer92]

🇨🇷✨ Furiously captivating the semi-final stage is Fury, the magnetic force from Costa Rica! 🔥🌟

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[sunb1eeder]

GOD 🙏🧎🏼 I 😀 FUCKING 🖕 HATE 😡 OLAF THE SNOWMAN ☃ SO FUCKING 👌👉 MUCH 😩😂🙀 HOLY 🙏 SHIT. 💩 HOLY 🙏 SHIT, 💩 EVERY 💯 FRAME 🖼 HE'S 💁‍♂️ IN, 🕺 EVERY 😔 SCENE, 🎬 EVERY 👏 GIF, EVERY 💯 JPEG, HE'S 🚹 GOT 🉐 THIS PAINFULLY 😭😂 VACANT, STUPID 💩 AS SHIT, 😡 FUCKASS LOOK 👀 ON 🚟 HIS 💦 STUPID 🚫 LUMPY FACE. 🐷 ABSOLUTELY 💯🙅 NO ✨ PART 💔 OF HIS 💦 UGLY 🤮 AS SIN 👿 PIECE 🍗 OF SHIT 💖🥄 CHARACTER DESIGN 🖌️ IS ENDEARING. HIS 🚹 STUPID 🚶‍♀️🚶😤 FUCKING 💪🏻 LEGS? 🏊🕺 WHO 🔭❓ THE HELL 🔙🔙 MAKES 🖕😏 A SNOWMAN ☃ WITH LEGS. 🍗🤗 HIS 🐍 DUMB 🤡 FLAILY FUCKING 😡 TWIG ARMS? 🤳 HIS 💦 SHITTY, LUMPY BASTARD HEAD? 💆💆 THE THREE 3️⃣ THOUSAND PERCENT 🤯 UNNECESSARY DUMBASS 😒 SHITASS FUCKING 👿🎮 SNOW 🏔 BUCK TOOTH THAT 👆 NO 🙈 SNOWMAN ☃ HAS 🚪👏🚪 EVER 😠 FUCKING 💦 HAD 😗 IN 👏🐕 THE HISTORY 😡‼️ OF GOD'S 😇👆 GREEN 🥗 FUCKING 👿🎮 EARTH? 🌏 GOD, 🧚‍♀️✨ I 👈 HATE 😜 HIM. 👴 I 😬 HATE 😡😟 HIM 📞😤 SO MUCH. 🔥 SO FUCKING 👌🍑 MUCH. 🔥 EVERY 👏 TIME 😂 I 😤 SEE 🙈 A STUFFED 💨💨👉👌 TOY OLAF OR AN OLAF GIF OR A SHITTY GODDAMN 🥾 COMMERCIAL, IT IGNITES MY ⭐🔋 PRIMAL RAGE 😡 RESPONSE AND I'M 📢 OVERCOME BY 4️⃣ THE NEED 😩 TO PUNT THIS SHITTY LITTLE 🐩👧 HOMUNCULUS INTO 🚟👏 THE FUCKING 😂 SUN. 🌅 "BHURR BLUR, I'M 💯🦆 OLAF THE FUCKSHIT SNOW 🛷 FUCKER, 🍆 I 💪 LIKE 😍💋 WARM 🙀💦😍 HUGS". FUCK 🖕 YOU. 💗 FUCK 🍑💦 YOU 😤😤 FUCK 😚😚😙😎😎😍 YOU 👉 FUCK 💦🍆🤨 YOU 😕👉 FUCK 💦 YOU 😂👉 FUCK 😂 YOU. 👈 YOU 💑 LOOK 👀 LIKE 💌🤔 TOW MATER SUMMONED A PATRONUS. YOUR 👆 DUMB 🤡 FUCKING 👏 TWIG HAIR 🙆 MAKES 🤔 YOUR 👌 WHOLE 👩 SHITTY HEAD 🗣 LOOK 💋 LIKE 💜 A HAIRY 💇💙✊ SKIN 💯🤙🏻🙏🏻 TAG. I 😊 HATE 😡 YOUR 👩 DUMB 🤤 FUCKING 😡 LUMPY CARROT 🥕🇵🇰 NOSE 💰 AND YOUR 😏 STUPID, 💩 EMPTY GOOGLY EYES 👀 AND YOUR ⏳👎 OVER-THE-TOP GOOFY ASS 🍑🍑💥💥 UPBEAT ASSHOLE 👌🍑 PERSONALITY. ANY 🤣 SCENE 🤝🌅 HE'S 👦 SAD 🙁 IT INVOKES ALL 🤩 THE WRATH AND FURY 👽 OF A SPOILED CHILD 🚸 HAVING 👉👉 A MELTDOWN OVER 🔁 A CHOCOLATE 🍫 BAR 🍸 IN 🚪 A W*LMART CHECKOUT 😛 LINE. ➖ AND I 🙍‍♀️ KNOW 😭💭 ITS IRRATIONAL. THAT'S 👏 THE WORST 👎 PART. 🍆 I 👈 KNOW 😍 HE'S 😗🅰️ JUST 🎤 A SHITTY FUCKING 😈 SIDE 👈 CHARACTER IN 👉 A STUPID 🤡 FUCKING 🍆 CHILDREN'S MOVIE, 🎥 I 😻 KNOW 🤔 IT DOESN'T 😚 MATTER, 🙆‍♂️ I 🤬 KNOW 😭 I 💀 SHOULDN'T 😨 CARE. 🫂 BUT 🔫 THAT'S 🦎 PART 🍆 OF THE PROBLEM. 🏻 THE PART 👏😤 WHERE 🌄🌄 NO 🤦❌ MATTER 🙅 THE MIGHT 📷 AND FURY 👽 OF MY 🏿😤 HATRED, THE LOCUS OF MY 😘 HOMICIDAL INTENT IS ALLTOGETHER INCONSEQUENTIAL. I 😇 FIND 👀 MYSELF 😉 LAYING AWAKE 💪 IN 🍑💦 THE DARK 🌌 IN 🔥 THE EARLY 🕐 HOURS ⏱️ OF THE MORNING 🌅 CONSUMED BY 👻 THE SPIRIT 👻 OF WRATH ITSELF, 👈 ALL 🙎🏿 THE FORCE ✊ AND MIGHT 🧐🤔 OF A FLAMING HURRICANE DIRECTED 🎬 AT A BOTTLE 🍶 OF PISS 😠💢 IN 📥 A DITCH BY ⏩ THE HIGHWAY. 🛣 THE ABSURDITY OF IT ALL 💯 BURNS 🔥 ME 👨‍🦼 TO MY 😲 CORE. 🥑 WHAT 😦 BETTER 🎰 THINGS 📴 COULD 🤷 THIS ENERGY 🤸‍♀️ BE 🐝 DIRECTED 🎬 TOWARDS? ⛪ AND YET 👇👀 MY 😫 DISDAIN FOR 👏 THIS STUPID, 📖🚫 USELESS, 🚫 INSUBSTANTIAL FAILURE 😔 OF ENDEARING CHARACTER DESIGN 🖌️ UTTERLY ECLIPSES THE INTRIGUE OF ALL 💯 OTHER 👪 PURSUITS. I 🐑 HATE 😡🐓 HIM. ✅ I 💁🏿 HATE 😭 HIM 🔥🔥 ON 🔛 A LEVEL 🎚 OF MY 😎 MIND 🤔 RESERVED 🈯 FOR 💼 THE WORST 👎 OF THE WORLD'S 🌍🌐🌎🌍🌐🌎🌍🌐🌎 ARRAY OF SINNERS, AND I 😊😊😀😀😊😀 CAN'T 💔 EVEN 🌃 BEGIN 🔘 TO JUSTIFY IT. SHITSTICK THE SNOW ❄ DICK 🍆 IS, FOR 👌 ALL 💯 INTENTS AND PURPOSES, THE ANIMATED CORPSE 💀 OF ALL 💂 OF HUMANITY'S SACCHARINE PRETENSES- EVERY 🍆 CONDESCENDING, PASSIVE-AGGRESSIVE STATEMENT OF MEANINGLESS 🤮 UPPER 🦅 MIDDLE 🖕🖕🖕🌚😃🕒🖕 CLASS 👩 SUBURBAN 🏡 DRAMA DISTILLED INTO 👉✅ A SINGLE, 🖤💔 HATEABLE FORM. 🧐😤 THE FUCKING. 🐹 FUCK. 🖕👉 I 😀 HAVE 🙋 NO 😳 WORDS. 📓 THERE 😌 IS NO 🤦❌ CUSS OR EPITHET IN 😻📥 ANY ��� LANGUAGE 🤠 THAT 🔍 CAN 💦🔫 ENCAPSULATE THE HEIGHT OF THE EMOTIONS 😍 I 👥❌ AM 🏃🏻💨 EXPERIENCING. 😯 GOD, 🧔🏾 I 😓 HATE 😜 HIM 👴 SO MUCH. 🔥 I 👀 HATE 😡 HIM 👴 SO, SO FUCKING 👌👉 MUCH. 🔳 I 🍊🙆🏼‍♂️ WANT 🤲 TO LIGHT 💡 HIS 💦 UGLY 🥴😆 LITTLE 🧚🏻‍♂️ DUMPSTER BODY 🧍 ON ☹️ FIRE. 🔥 I 💰👀 WANT 😭🙏 TO GRAPHICALLY BEAT 👊 HIM 👌 TO DEATH 🦴 WITH HIS 💦 OWN 💁 STUPI

God I fucking hate Olaf the snowman so fucking much holy shit. Holy shit, every frame he's in, every scene, every gif, every jpeg, he's got this painfully vacant, stupid as shit, fuckass look on his stupid lumpy face. Absolutely no part of his ugly as sin piece of shit character design is endearing. His stupid fucking legs? Who the hell makes a snowman with legs. His dumb flaily fucking twig arms? His shitty, lumpy bastard head? The three thousand percent unnecessary dumbass shitass fucking SNOW BUCK TOOTH that no snowman has EVER FUCKING HAD IN tHE HISTORY OF GOD'S GREEN FUCKING EARTH? God, I hate him. I hate him so much. So FUCKING much. Every time I see a stuffed toy Olaf or an Olaf gif or a shitty goddamn commercial, it ignites my primal rage response and I'm overcome by the need to punt this shitty little homunculus into the fucking sun. "Bhurr blur, I'm Olaf the fuckshit snow fucker, I like warm hugs". Fuck you. Fuck you fuck you fuck you fuck you fuck you. You look like Tow Mater summoned a patronus. Your dumb fucking twig hair makes your whole shitty head look like a hairy skin tag. I hate your dumb fucking lumpy carrot nose and your stupid, empty googly eyes and your over-the-top goofy ass upbeat asshole personality. Any scene he's sad it invokes all the wrath and fury of a spoiled child having a meltdown over a chocolate bar in a w*lmart checkout line. And I know its irrational. That's the worst part. I know he's just a shitty fucking side character in a stupid fucking children's movie, I know it doesn't matter, I know I shouldn't care. But that's part of the problem. The part where no matter the might and fury of my hatred, the locus of my homicidal intent is alltogether inconsequential. I find myself laying awake in the dark in the early hours of the morning consumed by the spirit of Wrath itself, all the force and might of a flaming hurricane directed at a bottle of piss in a ditch by the highway. The absurdity of it all burns me to my core. What better things could this energy be directed towards? And yet my disdain for this stupid, useless, insubstantial failure of endearing character design utterly eclipses the intrigue of all other pursuits. I hate him. I hate him on a level of my mind reserved for the worst of the world's array of sinners, and I can't even begin to justify it. Shitstick the snow dick is, for all intents and purposes, the animated corpse of all of humanity's saccharine pretenses- every condescending, passive-aggressive statement of meaningless upper middle class suburban drama distilled into a single, hateable form. The fucking. Fuck. I have no words. There is no cuss or epithet in any language that can encapsulate the height of the emotions I am experiencing. God, I hate him so much. I hate him so, so fucking much. I want to light his ugly little dumpster body on fire. I want to graphically beat him to death with his own stupid fucking nose. I want to punch him to death. You know that weird feeling you get, when you see a picture of something so cute you find yourself overcome with the bizarre, inexplicable urge to squeeze it? It's EXACTLY like that, except instead of cuteness it's disgust. The wordless knowledge that his existence as a fictional work is evidence of all the failures of mankind. I find myself possessed by the will of a Holy Angel gone rogue with the belief that God has made a mistake, and I alone must correct it. This is the trial by which Samael himself fell from grace. This wild, meaningless rage. A thousand blades of shining steel cast with inhuman force in the direction of a plastic grocery bag floating on a breeze. What horrors must I have committed in a past life to be plagued by this torment now? I must Unmake this fictional snowman

[fandom-crossover]

"YOU WILL NEVER HURT ME AGAIN!" 🔥

It had been weeks since Izuku Midoriya was falsely accused of being a villain. The world had turned against him, and with each passing day, the rumors and the hatred only grew stronger. After being framed for a series of brutal attacks in the city—attacks that he had never committed—Izuku had disappeared without a trace. His once bright eyes, filled with dreams of becoming a hero, were now clouded with anger and despair. His heart, once filled with hope, now burned with an overwhelming desire for vengeance.Izuku had gone underground, hiding in the shadows, knowing that even those closest to him had doubts. The more he tried to fight back, the more the world pushed him into a corner. His name was smeared, his reputation destroyed, and the injustice was unbearable. He couldn’t trust anyone anymore, not even his friends. Everyone had turned their backs on him, and the darkness in his heart only grew.

One day, as he wandered the darkened streets, feeling the weight of his grief, he stumbled upon something ancient—an artifact, glowing with an ominous light. It was the **Soul Jam of Destruction**—a relic of unimaginable power. Legends spoke of its ability that it was once the Virtue of Change. Izuku’s trembling hands reached out and touched the Soul Jam, and in an instant, its power surged through him.The transformation was instantaneous. The power coursed through him like wildfire, igniting the very core of his being. The flames of anger, regret, and betrayal consumed him. His heart, once full of ambition and love for his friends, now burned with a scorching fury.

Izuku’s once gentle nature twisted into something terrifying. His mind, clouded by vengeance, sought nothing but retribution for the pain he had suffered. He didn’t care who was right or wrong anymore. All that mattered was the world that had cast him aside, and he would make them feel the fire of his rage.---Days turned into weeks, and the search for Izuku intensified. His friends, especially Bakugo and Todoroki, tried to track him down, but it was clear that something had changed within him. He wasn’t the boy they once knew. He was a force of destruction.But there was one person who refused to give up on him—**Aizawa Shota**, the teacher who had always believed in him, even when the world didn’t. Aizawa had seen the real Izuku—the boy who had never given up, even in the face of insurmountable odds. He couldn’t believe that Izuku had fallen so far. He needed to find him. Aizawa eventually tracked Izuku to a remote, desolate area, where the air felt thick with anger. As he approached, the ground trembled, and a dark energy radiated from the young hero-turned-outcast. There, standing atop a cliff, was Izuku—his hair wild, his eyes glowing with an eerie green light, and his body surrounded by crackling, destructive energy.

"Midoriya!" Aizawa called out, his voice firm but filled with concern. "You need to stop. This power—it’s not you."

Izuku’s head snapped toward Aizawa, his eyes burning with hatred. "You don’t understand, Aizawa," he spat, his voice laced with fury. "I was betrayed. "Please, we don't want to hurt you." Aizawa said

"Hurt me?" Izuku quietly responded as he remembered the time when he shed tears, begging for them to stop

His eyes went red out of anger when he couldn't bear to be reminded

"HURT ME!?"

"You will never hurt me again!!"

It was that day when Izuku was no longer that hero but a vengeful teen and flames were so powerful that Izuku used it to his advantage and disappeared once more with no trace

[musikangbayan]

The Gray Wolf's Fire Escape Plan: A Story of Resilience

🔥 The Gray Wolf's Fire Escape Plan: A Story of Resilience 🔥 When wildfire ignites the forest, survival is the only instinct that matters. Follow a lone gray wolf as it navigates smoke-filled terrain, blazing embers, and the chaos of a burning wilderness. With every step, it relies on intelligence, endurance, and an ancient connection to the land to escape nature’s fury. This gripping tale of resilience showcases the wolf’s unbreakable spirit and the harsh reality of survival in the wild. Will it outrun the flames and find safety? 🐺 Watch now and experience the incredible journey of the gray wolf! 🔥 Like, comment, and subscribe for more powerful wildlife stories! 🔥 #GrayWolf #WildfireSurvival #WildlifeResilience #NatureDocumentary #SurvivalStory #WildlifeRescue #NatureUnfiltered #SurvivalInstincts #epicescapes #Mammals #Wildlife #Nature #AnimalKingdom #WildAnimals #MammalsofInstagram #FurryFriends #AnimalPlanet #MammalLife #AnimalLovers #BigCats #Bears #Primates #Canines #Felines #Rodents #MarineMammals #HoofedMammals #SmallMammals #ExoticMammals #ProtectWildlife #SaveTheAnimals #WildlifeConservation #AnimalRights #ConservationMatters #EndangeredSpecies #WildlifeProtection #StopPoaching #NatureConservation #PreserveWildlife #NocturnalAnimals #Carnivores #Herbivores #Omnivores #WildlifeHabitat #AnimalBehavior #NaturePhotography #PredatorAndPrey #MammalAdaptations #WildlifeEncounters #Lions #Tigers #Bears #Elephants #Gorillas #Dolphins #Wolves #Giraffes #Pandas #Foxes #DolphinsOfInstagram #Whales #SeaOtters #Seals #Manatees #MarineLife #OceanMammals #ProtectOurOceans #UnderwaterWildlife #DolphinConservation #SafariLife #WildlifeSafari #IntoTheWild #WildAndFree #JungleLife #WildernessCulture #ExploreWildlife #WildlifeWatching #OnTheHunt #SurvivalOfTheFittest #CuteAnimals #FurryCreatures #AdorableMammals #MammalMoments #BabyAnimals #WildlifeComedy #MammalExpressions #WholesomeWildlife #FunnyAnimals #AnimalCuteness #ForestWildlife #SavannaLife #ArcticWildlife #MountainAnimals #DesertWildlife #RainforestAnimals #GrasslandMammals #UrbanWildlife #WildlifeRefuge #AnimalsInNature #DidYouKnowAnimals #WildlifeFacts #AnimalEducation #LearnAboutNature #MammalTrivia #RespectNature #NatureIsAmazing #ShareTheWild #SupportConservation #ForTheWild

[wallpapersmonster]

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[jake-x-manhwa]

Desperate to escape the streets after being discarded by his parents, Flynn finds hope at Willow City Necromancy Academy. There, his hidden spirit talents ignite. Crushing specters and gaining powerful spirit allies, Flynn eclipses his peers. Hailed as a prodigy, Flynn harbors a secret ambition: to become the strongest necromancer fueled by revenge from those who cast him out. As a specter horde marches, can the vengeful prodigy become a hero, or will his fury consume him? . Manhwa: Era of the Haunted [2021] 🔥 . Tags: Action Manhua Webtoons Full Color Ghosts Supernatural

[black-metal-artists]

🔥 Embrace the fiery fury of Undead Legion's latest release, "Nuclear Fire"! 🎸 Hailing from the thrash metal stronghold of Los Angeles, California, this relentless onslaught of riffs and aggression will ignite your soul. Dive into the mosh pit of adrenaline-fueled anthems and unleash your primal energy. Available now for your auditory annihilation! Bandcamp: https://undeadlegionmusic.bandcamp.com/album/nuclear-fire-single Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/artist/091sjCq8SvTYoHK7FB5e3H?si=KfhgvnTwRo2r5CxB59lpqw&utm_medium=share&utm_source=linktree&nd=1&dlsi=a18029549b7f40e2 #UndeadLegion #ThrashMetal #NuclearFire 🤘🔥

[eunjikimstuff]

Believe Me (The Shatter Me)

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The devastatingly romantic fifth novella in the New York Times and USA Today bestselling Shatter Me series, chronicling the events after Imagine Me, the explosive sixth novel.

Juliette and Warner fought hard to take down the Reestablishment once and for all. Life in the aftermath isn’t easy, as they and their friends at the Sanctuary work with their limited resources to stabilize the world.

Warner has his sights set on more than just politics. Since he proposed to Juliette two weeks ago, he’s been eager to finally marry her, the person he loves more than anything and has endured so much to be with. But with so much chaos around them, it’s been nearly impossible for them to have a wedding. And even Juliette has been distracted by everything they need to do.

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[merakigoya]

Unveiling the Mystical Envelopes of #MysticEscape! ✉️🌟

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[theeverscathed]

🤘🎸 Calling all metalheads! 🤘🎸

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🎸🤘 Stay tuned for more mind-melting tracks and epic performances! 🤘🎸

🔊🔥 Crank up the volume, embrace the chaos, and let the heavy metal revolution begin! 🤘🔥🎵

[ncsrne]

VØJ & ATSMXN - Blade Fury [NCS Release]

🎵 Get ready for the rage of the blade, VØJ and ATSMXN will lead you to the flame. A song that will lift you up, Wrap yourself in the melody, let yourself go.

🔥 Blade Fury is here to ignite, Its fiery rhythm will overwhelm you. A burst of energy, a whirlwind of emotion, NCS unleashed fury, full of passion.

💥 Let the sound flow through your ears, The pulsating beats will envelop you for good. Feel the power of this collaboration, VØJ and ATSMXN creating a sensation.

🌌 The stars shine in the music sky, Each note is a ray of light, so unique. NCS bringing the best of electronics, Blade Fury is the sound, the most iconic phenomenon.