#04.05.25

[falloutboyfan18]

They are so beautiful

Fall Out Boy 2025 Tecate Pal'Norte Festival - Day 2

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TORONTO, ON - APRIL 5: Auston Matthews #34 and Mitch Marner #16 of Toronto Maple Leafs take the ice for player introductions ahead of playing the Columbus Blue Jackets the Scotiabank Arena on April 5, 2025 in Toronto, Ontario, Canada. (Photo by Mark Blinch/NHLI via Getty Images)

[obfontri]

⧽ THIS IS KRAGLIN, FIST OFFICER OF THE RAVAGERS. YOU'RE OUTGUNNED AND OUTSMARTED, AND UNLESS YOU WANT THAT LITTLE SHIP OF YOURS FIREBALLIN' INTO THAT ROCK DOWN THERE... I SUGGEST YOU PREPARE TO BE BOARDED.

#obfontri ... an independent and selective interpretation of the ravager turned guardian of the galaxy, kraglin obfonteri,  of the marvel cinematic universe. mcu canon compliant but heavily headcanon based with inspiration drawn from various gotg media. prioritizes plotting and worldbuilding. minors and personal blogs dni. as written by becker ( she/her, twenty9, sporadic activity ).

an exploration in ... normalized violence / growing up on the wrong side of the law / biting the hand that feeds after years of pulling out your own teeth / found family but it's still a bunch of assholes / music as a love language / self doubt and learning to share the weight of a legacy.

affiliated with ... tba.

TRANSMITTING ... carrd. study. memes. pinterest. promo.

[3416]

Mitch jumping in to defend Auston from Kuraly.

Leafs vs Blue Jackets | 04.05.25

[cedric-k-rossignol]

04.05.25. Happy Birthday to My Lady, the Countess Phantomhive 💙

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Part 1. Part 2.

YOUNG HERO ii ;; You get involved with the Flaxan invasion. (This may be boring, but it sets stuff up!!! BEAR WITH ME)

04.05.25 Masterlist

You’d started feeling restless whenever you weren’t on duty.

Your body always betrayed that tension—fingers drumming, knee bouncing, eyes blinking too fast. Balling your fists. Biting your lip. Your whole frame screamed unease when you weren’t doing something, anything.

There was always someone who needed help, somewhere. But you were told to stay put. Stay on call. You were reserved for larger-scale disasters—ones the others couldn’t handle. So while weaker, greener heroes were dispatched to smaller missions, you waited.

Now, you stood beside Cecil in the GDA control room.

He was in the middle of coordinating chaos, barking orders into multiple channels. The main screen showed a full-scale alien invasion—Flaxans. Their first appearance on Earth.

Teen Team was already deployed. You knew them. Familiar faces. Not the best fighters, honestly. Not the worst, but far from cohesive. Their coordination was shaky, barely holding together under pressure.

Your eyes stayed locked on the screen. You listened in.

Robot’s voice buzzed over the intercom, something about the Flaxan tech. Advanced. Too advanced. More than the Teen Team could handle. You didn’t like this.

Your stomach twisted.

They didn’t have a real powerhouse to anchor them. It was a fight they shouldn’t have taken alone.

You turned slowly toward Cecil, who was still focused, still commanding.

“Cecil, I’ll go—” you started.

“Stay put.” He didn’t even look at you. Just moved on, speaking to Donald.

You listened. You always did. Orders mattered. Trusting Cecil mattered. Acting on your own could compromise strategy. You weren't a rookie. You weren’t reckless.

Your heart thudded harder when you saw Atom Eve throw up a barrier, shielding civilians as she took heavy fire. It cracked. Then shattered. You felt your legs twitching, your brain buzzing—already breaking down every move you’d take if you were out there.

One by one, the team started to falter.

“Cecil—” you said again, jaw clenched, hands shaking with restrained urgency.

“We’re sending you in, kid,” he said, cutting you off this time.

He didn’t need convincing.

You were already moving before he finished.

“Keep fighting. Backup will arrive in thirty seconds,” Robot’s voice crackled calmly over the comms, even as explosions rocked the battlefield around them.

“I’m kinda running outta things to explode, Robot!” Rex shouted back, dodging blasts. “I don’t have thirty sec—onds!”

“They’re killing me faster than I can—” Dupli-Kate gasped. Her duplicates dropped like flies, barely giving her time to recreate them. “Regenerate!”

“Backup has arrived,” Robot interrupted flatly.

It hadn’t been thirty seconds.

No one complained.

You returned to the med-bay after the Flaxan invasion, following Cecil’s orders. He seemed to be more wary of your health.

The moment you stepped into the lobby, the sterile brightness hit you hard—rows of medical personnel in white uniforms moved toward you in a blur. Under the harsh, artificial lights, they looked more like specters than staff, the overwhelming white of their clothing and the room itself blending into one suffocating sheet of color. It reminded you of snow blindness.

Everything felt heavier. Your limbs, your lungs, your thoughts. Fatigue was catching up to you, finally dragging its claws down your spine after being kept at bay during the fight.

They were speaking—probably asking questions, checking vitals, listing injuries—but your ears refused to register any of it. All you could hear was the slow, muted thump of your heartbeat. You nodded absently at their words, your gaze scanning the lobby.

Still pristine white. Spotless. Like always. Strange how a place so clean could host some of the most grotesque things behind its closed doors.

Then you saw it.

A trail of blood snaked along the edge of the hallway, partially smeared, but undeniably fresh. You squinted at it.

Unusual.

You were normally the only hero sent to the med-bay with such frequency—Cecil’s doing. No one else bled in here. Not like this. It stood out like a splatter of red on untouched snow.

You took a quiet step forward and politely waved off the staff, “Excuse me for a moment.”

“Wait! You—”

You didn’t catch the rest. Their voices melted into the background, distant and warped. They didn’t try to stop you—no one ever did. You held a certain unspoken authority here. People made room when you walked, even without meaning to.

You followed the trail in silence. It grew thinner as it went, vanishing in spots where it had been stepped through or dried. You didn’t notice how the same medical staff were quickening their pace behind you, trying to keep up, trying to reach out. But you weren’t present enough to notice. Your mind buzzed too loud for anything else.

The trail ended at a familiar automatic door.

You stopped.

You knew this room.

Omni-Man’s.

Your chest tightened, alertness returning in an instant.

The door hissed open.

Your hand curled into a fist on reflex, expecting a threat. An intruder. Maybe a killer returning to the scene—but that was unlikely. This was one of the most secure facilities on Earth. Still, caution never hurt.

Then a voice broke the tension.

“Mom…?”

You blinked.

A boy stood in the room. Your age.

Mark Grayson.

Omni-Man’s son.

You’d seen him in passing. Heard his name mentioned. But now he stood there in a bloodied hero suit you didn’t recognize, red staining him from collar to boots. He was smeared in it—some his own, some not. It clung to his face and hands, dripping down onto the tile, soaking into the sheets under his comatose father.

He looked like he was on the verge of tears. His eyes were red-rimmed and heavy-lidded, his breath uneven.

“You’re…” he began, voice hoarse, almost broken.

“Sorry. I thought a threat was here,” you said quietly, eyes shifting away. You hadn’t meant to intrude.

You never knew what to do in moments like this. Social situations were… complicated. You gave everything to this life. Traded your personal time, friendships, comfort—for a cause. It left you just, dependable, calm.

But it left you unable to comfort others.

You didn’t comment on the gore. Didn’t acknowledge the way he shook slightly, either from exhaustion or emotion. You figured he probably didn’t appreciate you walking in on something so personal.

Then came the footsteps. Heavy, hurried.

You turned to see the medical team again, panting, finally catching up.

“You need medical treatment..!” one of them managed, nearly breathless from trying to keep pace with you.

You looked at them, confused, before glancing down.

Oh.

Your suit was soaked. It clung to your body, drenched and sticky, as if you’d been dipped into a vat of blood. You hadn’t even noticed. Somewhere between the invasion and now, you’d tuned out the pain, the weight as usual.

Mark stared at you in disbelief. You were in worse shape than him, and yet you’d carried yourself like you were untouched. Untouchable. You seemed more invincible than he was.

You’d ignored your condition again. This was becoming a pattern.

You really did need to work on that—on acknowledging the people here who tried to take care of you. You’d promised yourself you would.

“Were… you were at the Flaxan invasion,” Mark finally spoke, his voice dry and strained, his vocal cords sounding frayed.

You tilted your head slightly.

So he was there too.

It must’ve been before you arrived.

A/N ;; I have writers block, but somehow pumped this out. Hope it wasn't too bad! This series might get lengthy, I have a ton of ideas for it but it's a bit difficult to express in writing.

[tangerwoll]

sidney crosby on hat trick vs. stars // 04.05.25

[falloutboyfan18]

Patrick Stump 2025 Tecate Pal'Norte Festival - Day 2

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TORONTO, ON - APRIL 5: Auston Matthews #34 of the Toronto Maple Leafs celebrates his goal with Mitchell Marner #16, Matthew Knies #23 and Simon Benoit #2 against the Columbus Blue Jackets during the third period at the Scotiabank Arena on April 5, 2025 in Toronto, Ontario, Canada. (Photo by Mark Blinch/NHLI via Getty Images)

[petersasteria]

G-Dragon/Kwon Ji-Yong Masterlist

Right Person, Wrong Time, Wrong Lifetime (coming soon) -> angst, a little bit inspired by "Birds of a Feather"

Fixed (coming soon) -> chaebol! AU

That's That Me Espresso (02.09.2025 - 02.11.2025) -> Coffee shop AU. Haters to lovers.

My Usual, Please (coming soon) -> Your regular customer at the diner is really cute... too cute.

Open Secret (coming soon) -> angst -> everyone knows, except you... suddenly, hushed whispers are screams that you didn't know about

Hey, It's Been A While (02.08.2025) Part 2 (02.18.25 - 02.19.25) -> angst -> long time partners that don't have the same goal

He Likes You So Much (coming soon) -> fluff, doctor au

Strangers (coming soon) -> you meet at a diner. both of you sat next to each other on the diner's bar stools. you both looked troubled, so you talk about each other's problems despite being strangers. how does it end?

No Way (02.15.25 - 02.16.25) Part 2 (02.25.25 - 02.26.25) Part 3 (03.05.25) Part 4 (03.20.25 - 03.22.25) -> he wants a divorce.

Populer- lar! -> actress!reader is Glinda in the Wicked movie

I'm Hungry -> private chef!reader

Palpitation -> barista!jiyong x regular customer!reader

Debate -> college au -> competing colleges are debating and it's your group against jiyong's

Don't Have Much But I Have Love -> non idol!jiyong x wealthy!fem!reader -> bigbang april writing challenge -> wrote this ahead of time (04.02.25 - 04.04.25)

Shadow (03.19.25) -> angst -> big brother!jiyong

I Thought We Were Friends -> pov of this fic isn't from you but from your best friend, jennie -> betrayal

Omg TMI! (04.04.25 - 04.05.25) -> senior barista!jiyong x barista!fem!reader -> your customers are weird as fuck

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Mark Blinch 04.05.25

[3416]

Auston nets his 30th goal for a 9th straight year, and Mitch sets a new career high for assists with his 70th of the season.

Leafs vs Blue Jackets | 04.05.25

[starscelly]

my weird muzzled dog keeps trying to bark

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