#AHHHH THE BEST POST

[chiricat]

let's dance, nanako! 🎶

[drbtinglecannon]

The thing driving me so insane about Loid and Yor communicating so openly is that this is how a couple in an actual relationship would address the problems they're having

She's asking him to rely on her, saying that he doesn't need to put up appearances all the time, that she knows he's capable but she's here to help and wants to, that he doesn't need to be perfect.

They're in a fake marriage. Loid has repeatedly told her she doesn't have to do anything but be around for specific events, but Yor still genuinely took up the role of Anya's mom and has been actively working to be a good mother to her fake husband's daughter this entire time, and now she's gently pushing back on Loid about not helping him either.

They aren't in love yet, or at least aren't aware of any developing feelings, but Yor is still reaching out to Loid in a way that someone in a real committed relationship would to their partner. She doesn't need to!! She's completely in her right to not help him, to not care!! He has given her the explicit permission of it multiple times!! But she cares about him, Anya, and Bond, this little family they've created. She wants him to lean on her like she does on him

[aurorangen]

Weeks have passed by and Vincent has been making a healthy recovery. Renee often spends her time with him and she was glad to see him be his usual self. Today he was quiet. Renee hasn't asked about his heart condition but he opened up about his insecurities. He stood up, took off his shirt, and looked at his chest. "Every time I see this scar I get so...I feel all these things and I remember..." Vincent sighed unable to process his words. "It hurts Renee. My heart hurts so much." Renee knew she couldn't do anything to make that scar go away, but she could make him feel better about himself and gradually he would accept who he was. "You're perfect just the way you are," she explained as she gazed into his eyes.

[sainz100]

Lewis Hamilton arriving at Silverstone - July 7th, 2024 via Alexis Perrin

[wexhappyxfew]

IM HERE !! give the people (me) ❛ promise me you’ll still be here when i wake up. ❜ for… Margie and Benny! :)

HI POET!!!!!! thank you *so* much for sending in this!!! it is highly appreciated in my lil corner of the world and terribly sorry it has taken me quite some time to get to as well!!! my summer has been so chaotic and busy - but! we are here now!!! THIS WAS SUCH A GOOD PROMPT!! I ATE IT UP!!! and plus benny and margie are both just being absolute sweethearts here! set in the time period where margie takes a nasty hit in Silver Bullets and it basically sends everyone spiraling. here's a look at the first night she's awake :) enjoy!!!

it was a wonder

(a/n): margie and benny being the sweetest peaches out there around each other, despite margie's clear and evident pain and benny's want to take all that pain away from her. absolutely. sobbing. them them them. anyway......im surviving the end of an internship so please enjoy my rare appearances here and there lmao. AND -- please enjoy for the margie x benny enjoyers!! <3

Despite being so far from the States, she almost felt like a small child again. In the way of, when she was sick, her mother and father doted on her life incessantly in a way that had made her for more loved than ever.

Caring for someone at their worst. Despite anything else.

Margie hadn't moved in over a day after coming out of the coma - at least they had said it was a coma. The nurses and the Doc hadn't been entirely sure what had been going on but assumed her body had been defeated after the prop blast that had exploded on top of the turret.

Everything hurt, her vision felt a little fuzzy still, and there was a persistent, deep ache in her shoulder and hip area that made her entire right side feel like it was entirely detached from her body.

"Here we are." Margie looked up and found one of the nurses - Charlotte or Charlie, one of the sweetest nurses there was on base - coming towards her with a plate, piled with eggs and toast, despite the fact it was nearly 2100. Margie couldn't fathom anything more than simplistic food on her churning stomach and was grateful for the sight.

"Plain scrambled eggs, some toast with some butter, should settle your stomach," Charlie said, settling on the edge of her bed with a smile, "how are you feeling?" Margie gratefully shifted her head with a weak smile and nodded.

"Thanks, Charlie," Margie managed out in a hushed whisper, voice hoarse, "I'm doing okay." Charlie gave her a knowing look and Margie dropped the facade.

"Do you have any more pain meds I can take?"

"I'd eat something first," Charlie said with a gentle smile, her face glowing even when she'd clearly been working all day, "we can give you a stronger dosage without you feeling queasy. Eat up, and then I can give you some more. That stuff from earlier should be wearing off soon anyway." Margie looked to her and nodded, shifting a bit uncomfortably and evidently with twinging pain. Everything hurt. That's just what it was at this point. All over.

"Sir, visiting hours are over." a loud voice called from the edge of the Med Bay - it was Virginia Stellhorn - one of the older and more experienced nurses on the ward, who clearly was not enjoying someone trying to disrupt her rules at this time of hour. Margie turned her head a bit to see a figure entering through the doorway and an angry looking Virginia Stellhorn behind him.

That being Captain Benny DeMarco.

"It's 2100, sir! Our patients need their rest, not all this ruckus-"

"I understand." Benny said turning to her as Charlie curiously peaked at Margie with a raised brow. Margie instead couldn't turn her eyes away from the sight of Benny there. "I just need to speak with a Sergeant M. Harlowe."

"Harlowe's in an immense amount of pain and would evidently not enjoy the likes of someone bothering her at this hour, now, would you please, sir-"

"Just for a minute." Benny said, quickly, "I….I visited and she wasn't awake yet, so-"

"Ginny!" Charlie called standing to her feet with Margie's plate of food, "I think Sergeant Harlowe wouldn't mind a guest, even though it's pretty late. It'd probably help her feel better, too." Margie watched as Benny turned to Charlie and then looked behind her. In an instance, Benny's face lit up with a smile and he raised a hand as if to wave.

If Margie's arms weren't wrapped, with one in a sling, she would've waved back. Instead, she attempted the weakest attempt of a smile that there was and watched as worry dawned his features.

"Charlotte Tarvers, we have rules and regulations to follow around here-"

"I know that, but-"

"Margie!" Benny was calling, moving past the two nurses, eyes set on Margie specifically as he hurried over, slowing down as he got to her cot in the lantern-lit darkness.

As he came to a pause there by the side of her cot, his eyes caught on her legs. Her one leg was covered with the blanket - completely fine - her other leg was wrapped in a makeshift cast, piled with ice along the sides, wrapped tightly and firmly. His eyes slowly crawled past her chest where she wore a loose button up, exposing the wraps around her stomach, slightly bloodied and stiff as she had shifted, before they traveled to her wrapped wrists and arms and shoulders. Her one arm slung in a sling, hands bruised and cut and covered in bandages.

It was a wonder that by the time his eyes had risen to her face, she was smiling - trying to convey the message that she was alright, she was fine, she was alive. She had a nasty cut along her chin, but Charlie had rewrapped it in the morning and she had said it was already healing nicely.

Margie was trying to stay positive. She was determined to get back out as her crew's flight engineer - she wanted to get back to Silver Bullets. Benny slowly took to crouching by her bedside, watching her with those big brown eyes, focusing solely on her face.

"Hey." he said quietly, a smile perking up on his lips.

"Hi." Margie said quietly with a smile, "Someone's quite the eager-beaver." Benny stared at her, the corner of his mouth poking up, eyes filled with a tinge of relief - as if to say, she was okay, okay enough to still make light-hearted jokes. Benny let out a chuckle and shook his head before leaning up against the side of her bed, looking at her with soft eyes.

"Kennedy told me you woke up today, wanted to at least visit before I bedded out," he said quietly, "sorry about the surprise and me, well, barging in back there." Margie grinned at him.

"Don't be sorry," she said with a wider smile, pained slightly as she shifted, "I'm glad you're here. You're quite the sight for sore eyes anyway." Benny tilted his head with a small smile and nodded to her.

"That bad, huh?" he asked her, his voice dripping into a suddenly slightly worried and serious tone, "A face like this?" Margie let out a laugh, before wincing and cringing slightly at her side, her one arm that wasn't as battered going to her ribcage.

Clasping a hand over the bandages, she uncomfortably shifted, before looking at Benny who sheepishly looked at her before looking to where her hand was covering.

"You okay?" he asked her, a tinge of nervousness to his voice, "Beside the….." Besides the obvious, she thought. She nodded.

"Yeah, yeah," she said, "I'm fine. Honestly. I'll heal up in no time. Get back out to Silver Bullets. I'll be flying soon - I know it." Benny gave her a look - he wasn't convinced.

"You'll heal up first before any of that." he said, giving her a smile, "And make sure you can both walk and have full function of your shoulder, too, alright?" Margie smirked at him.

"Since when did you become so worried about me, Doctor DeMarco?" she asked with a chuckle, wincing again at her side twinging, noticing a tender look cross his face as she took to staring at him.

"Hearing that you were knocked unconscious thousands of feet in the air because of a Kraut prop blast isn't the most comforting thing." Benny said to her, catching her gaze. Margie let out a small breath and then attempted a small smile. If she didn't know better, she could see the tension releasing a bit from his shoulders and the stress lines on his face, loosening up a bit when he was finally sitting there with her.

"What have you been up to since you woke up?" he asked, eyeing the plate of eggs and toast, along with the small bucket beside her, "Eating I hope?" Margie shrugged and then glanced at the plate of food, stomach turning.

"Trying," she said, "stomach's a bit funny-feeling, but it's probably a bit of the pain-meds, too, so….and Charlie's been great. So. Yeah. Afraid not much." Benny watched her warmly before slowly reaching up a hand and trailing her rather poor-looking blonde hair behind her ear, her sweat-lined forehead hot to the touch as he gave her a smile. He did that again, the touch so welcoming to her body that she was sure if he continued doing that, she'd fall asleep.

"I'll visit everyday, you know," he said quietly, and she stared up at him with a smile and shook her head, "you know I will, silly."

"You don't have to. You have other things going on."

"And this is one of those things." Margie smirked at him. He grinned.

"C'mon, let's get a bit of this in you," Benny said, retracting his hand and moving to the plate, sitting on the edge of the bed before facing her, "we'll go slow. I know your stomach isn't doing the best so, better we take it bit by bit."

"You sound like my mom." Margie said with a wincing chuckle, noticing his face brightening, "Listen, I was home sick a lot. Too many times I took the chance of going out without a coat, ya know? Lake Michigan was cold in those winters - all that wind and snow. Shoulda listened."

"Honored to be in place of a woman like that then." he said and picked up the toast, "Here." Margie looked between the toast and Benny's eyes and then took a small bite. The butter actually tasted really nice.

"Good?"

"Really good, thank you." she said, taking another rather eager bite and then looking up at him as she swallowed the piece down, "I've never loved bread more, I'll be honest." Benny got a laugh out of that as she took another bite.

"Remind me of that again when Christmas rolls around."

"Huh?"

"That you like bread. I'll buy you a loaf."

"Really?" Benny chuckled.

"I'm only kidding," he said with a smile, before meeting her gaze, "but I'd get you a bread loaf if that's what you really wanted." Margie let out a laugh, going to grab at her side again as she looked to him and smiled again, smaller this time.

"The way to my heart, Benny, truly." she said and she noticed Benny looking at her more fondly than he ever had, but took to taking another bite of the toast instead, relishing the feeling the felt good inside her. Actual food inside her stomach that didn't leave her feeling crappy.

The eggs were slightly less appetizing, as they made her stomach turn a bit, but she took down her fill and washed it down with water, all with the dutiful help from Benny who sat by her side and spoon-fed her bit by bit with that quiet smile on his face.

By the time Benny had returned the plate to Charlie and had come back over, Margie could feel herself fading. She felt bad - Benny had come to visit and all she had done was say she was okay (she clearly wasn't), eaten (in which he had spoon-fed her), and now half-fallen asleep (she was telling herself it was fine). Benny came and crouched by the side of her cot again and slowly leaned forward to pull her blanket further up over her body.

"Thanks, Benny." she said quietly, eyes half open as she looked over at him, tucking in the sides and grinning at her.

"I'm your……friend. Margie, it's what you do." he said with a smile, a bit of hesitancy, "Now, you focus on healing up. With food in you, get some rest and focus on taking it easy."

"I fear I'm not one to take it easy." she said with a joking tone. Benny watched her and quirked up a grin.

"Would you for me?" Margie let out a quiet laugh.

"Maybe for Lieutenant Bradshaw."

"Bradshaw ain't here right now." Margie laughed softly again, wincing at her side.

"Then that's a no." she said and Benny grinned at her with a quiet look. Margie watched him and then felt the smile on her face drop.

"Can I tell you something, Benny?" she asked him quietly. Benny's concern was never one he masked well and within an instance he was nodding and coming to sit on her bedside again.

"Hit me."

"I don't remember it happening. The hit I took." she said quietly, "I remember one minute I was there. The next, waking up today. I….Kennedy said I was talking a bit when she pulled me from the turret, but I don't…." Margie's eyes welled with tears and that was all it took Benny to lean forward and gently wipe the few strays tears away.

"Don't worry yourself thin on it, Margie," he said quietly, "just focus on getting some rest. You just need some time to heal up. Don't think on that too much, okay?" Margie looked at him, his warm hand pressed there on her cheek and she nodded.

"I'm tired." she whispered and he nodded with a smile.

"Focus on getting some rest." he whispered back to her, "I'm right here. Nothing bad's gonna happen." Margie watched him.

"Promise me you'll still be here when I wake up?" she whispered back to him, "Please?"

"I ain't leaving, Margie." he said quietly. Margie slowly nodded at his words, his hand there on her cheek and drifted off, fading into a black abyss of slumber.

And when she came out of it next, her eyes focused on what was at the foot of her bed - the outlined figures of Judy, Kennedy and Bessie and then looked towards what was next to her. There, curled rather uncomfortably on a chair, was an unconscious Benny DeMarco.

If there was anything Benny DeMarco did, he kept his promises.

And he was there when she woke up.

Right there.

"What's he doing curled up like one of those Renaissance statues?" Kennedy said with a chuckle, coming over to Margie's other side and wiping at the hair awkwardly splayed against her face, "How you feeling?"

"Good, good," Margie said with a small smile, "Benny just….kept me company last night. Came to visit. Almost got in trouble."

"He's a sweetie, isn't he." Bessie said with a grin, looking to Judy who watched Margie with shining eyes.

"A real sweetheart, for sure." Judy said, "That chair isn't doing him any favors though." The four girls chuckled, Margie wincing again. It told her a lot about a guy who would sit in a chair for the night, next to her as she lay in a cot, half-alive, looking like she'd just been pulled it felt, from six feet under. And in Margie's mind, someone's actions were always louder than words.

Always.

[bloombird]

Thoughts on Kamen Rider Gavv. It is full of goobers and I'm loving them all

[sysig]

When you weren’t looking (Patreon)

[myonmukyuu]

marker practice ayumu

[sunny1927]

I don’t think I’ve ever shown my human character art in this wow (Sunny doesn��t count even tho she looks like a human).

So I drew out my OC! (She was originally my school work I had to do)

Meet Dorothy! ❤️✨

Still learning how to draw humans :,)

(Ignore the lazy shading) But yeahhh enjoy!

[morgenlich]

mooncat super over-saturating their swatch photos is so funny bc i actually think the over saturated colors generally look worse sfsd there have been several polishes i’ve seen on their site and thought weren’t for me bc of it, then i see ppl posting unedited pics of themselves wearing it and it looks much better sdsd

it’s also funny bc mooncat can do really stupidly saturated colors, like house of hades is probably their most famous polish lmao

[moeblob]

The amanda doodle turned out SO COOL AND PRETTY, I love the tags and how much thought went into it !!! one of the best fanart entries for her on this site imo

Thank you??? This is so kind - I really appreciate it! I liked thinking it over and giving her little details I doubted anyone would really pay mind to so I kinda had to elaborate in the tags for my own sanity.

I really want to draw her again at some point because I think she is so pretty... so thank you for this encouragement!

[fallingintolife]

Hot Night Getaway

Request: Could I possibly ask for a Sam x reader where it's an incredible hot day, and just fluff whilst on a hunt please?

Summary: You and Sam decide to go on a hunt by yourselves to get away. However, whoever decided to go to Florida in the middle of August had not thought things through…

Pairing: Sam Winchester x Reader

Warnings: None, absolutely nothing but fluff and cuteness

Word Count: 964

A/N: @fandomfoodiedancer thank you so much for your request! I hope this is okay ♥️ Sending all the love! Have a great weekend!

"Do you want to tell me why we thought that taking a hunt in one of the states known for its hot weather all year round, but especially in August was a good idea?" You asked while fanning yourself with your hand, walking up to the motel. Sam chuckled as he wiped his forehead and pushed his hair back while he headed to the rental office.

"Okay so maybe I jumped the gun a little. I just thought it would be good to get out on our own." You shot him a glare, trying to pull your hair up into the highest ponytail possible.

Of course your boyfriend would be the one to think that going to Florida in the middle of August for a hunt was a good idea. It was only 2 in the afternoon and it had to already be 100 degrees out if not hotter and of course about halfway to Florida the AC stopped working and rolling the windows down only did so much, mainly because the windows wouldn't roll down past 3 inches…

You understood where Sam was coming from though on just wanting to get some you and him time. You loved Dean, truly you did. He was like a big brother to you, and just like a big brother he knew exactly how to annoy and because he was actually Sam's big brother he especially knew which buttons to push to drive Sam bonkers. So when Sam had said that there was possibly a case in Florida you both jumped at the opportunity to go. Obviously you had both forgotten what time of year it was and chosen the worst car off Bobby's lot.

But this was fine. It would be fine. At least you and Sam would be able to have some time to yourselves without Dean or Bobby checking in or bothering you both every five minutes. Who knows? Maybe you'd even get some down time! The door chimed and you looked up to see Sam smiling at you as he dangled the door key in front of you before carrying both his and your bags to the room. The room wasn't exactly as cool as you would like, but that didn't matter. Just as you had set your things down Sam had gotten a tip on a sighting. Which was perfect because by the time you got back the room would be freezing!

The room was not freezing when you got back. The room had somehow gotten hotter and more humid. Which, if your car had not died and had to be pushed back a half a mile to the motel it wouldn't have been a problem however that was not the case. Sam had immediately gone to talk to the manager as you quickly tried to get out of your sweaty clothes. You had already stripped down just into your bra and underwear when Sam came in with his big puppy eyes.

"Uh so bad news…their AC is down…in all the rooms and they don't know when they can get it fixed… " He gave you a nervous smile with those damn adorable dimples showing.

"I'm sorry what?" You blinked at him as more sweat poured down your face. You both knew that there wasn't another motel within 5 miles of this place, not to mention that it was 5 miles by car not by walking…

"I know I know but it'll be fine! Go take a cold shower and I'll see what I can do okay?" You sighed, with a nod and headed into the shower. Sam was definitely lucky he was cute.

Once you had gotten out of the shower and dressed into some cooler clothes you walked out of the bathroom and into the main room. Fans. Tons, and tons of fans were plugged into every outlet available. They were all different types, and different sizes. Then you saw the cooler that you had kept in the back of the car that was now by the bed full of ice and what looked like every drink that was in the vending machine. You looked over to see Sam smiling,nervously at you while sitting on the bed holding two popsicles in his hands.

"So I know it's not what we were exactly expecting for a night away…but I got every fan I could from the supply closet! And grabbed a ton of ice for the cooler and tried to just get as many drinks as possible…oh! And I got some popsicles from the corner store too!" You couldn't help the small giggle that slipped from your lips as you got into bed next to him.

"Sam, it's fine. Really. Thank you." You gave him a kiss before taking your quickly melting popsicle from him. He smiled at you, and gave you a gentle kiss as you both enjoyed your popsicles while you watched TV. Sam had taken a shower and the room temperature had finally started to go down when he sat next to you handing you a random drink.

"So did you buy all of those drinks or…?" Sam gave you his famous bitch face.

"Well if you're that concerned about it I can just put it back…" He then smirked, grabbed the soda from your hand and then pinned you down to the bed, tickling you as you laughed and shook your head at him. He finally let you go after several kisses and then the rest of the night you both spent drinking whatever random drank Sam had gotten from the vending machine and whatever old TV reruns we're on TV.

It wasn't the night alone that you had imagined, but somehow, that didn't matter. As long as you were with Sam, that in itself was enough.

[sainz100]

Fernando Alonso arriving on Media Day ahead of the 2024 Singapore GP | 📸 by Denzyl KY

[duodusk]

rhrhfhdjfj i need to pass tf out im so exhausted but im TOO EXCITED

[maybe-drawing]

Prime (and not at all potentially deadly) location to get some wood

Inspired by @atherix​ Midnight Series

-- Click for better quality! Sketch under the cut! --    

[verstappen100]

I get so nervous adding my thoughts in tags 🫣🫧 trying to build up the confidence to yap more. There is so much I want to say!!!!! but I worry about being annoying 😵‍💫💦 but I love when folks leave fun tags on my posts!! ❤️ so I just gotta be brave!! And of course not leaving a Huge essay or thirsting Too much; that's what my posts here are for 😎 💫 but I've been in my Max/Daniel and Carlos/Charles and Carlos/Max feels especially lately 💕 and I want to dive into reading fics soon, too!! I've been going through a transitional phase in life this past month moving to a new apartment and busy work times and 'fun' health surprises, so I don't feel 100% and like....not ready to hop in fully yet? (and I need to get back on my running routine asap I didn't realize how vital it is to my mental!!) Also it's not like I have to do fandom "right" but idk I can only peek in and out until life settles down more & I want to maybe build up some more irl so I can engage more fully and earnestly 🏡🌤️ Okay don't mind me hehe, just rambling time to go back to work 🖥️✨