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[pedgito]

PEDRO PASCAL as GENERAL ACACIUS Gladiator II (2024), dir. Ridley Scott

[pascalishere]

I think they ended the TF2 comics perfectly. There was no master plan, no world-ending threats. Just petty grudges and an inescapable hunger. For as bonkers as this game is, the message is legit touching. Nothing lasts forever. All the Australium in the world won’t sustain you, nothing perfect can last. Even if Ms. Pauling gave the Administrator the rest of the cache, how long would that stay? It’s a finite resource. Just to keep two people who don’t know why they hate each other alive. To have the strength to end that, and to end all the suffering the material caused…

I’m really glad the writers made that choice. Because it kind of echoes this being the last issue of the comic. The story’s over. Nothing lasts forever. Not even the grudges and meaningless conflict. The Gravel Wars are over. The mercs can rest.

Idk, just feeling satisfied with an ending is a weird emotion. I think part of it is the meta aspect of things. Despite all odds, the TF2 community is still kicking, for better or worse. It’s funny to say nothing can kill this damn game, but it’s not true. One day, TF2 will be well and truly dead.

And people will move on. The millions of hours people have invested into this game will inch further away. And that’s fine. Nothing can last forever.

It’s a beautiful farewell to the community. And maybe a greeting to whatever comes next.

[sweetoothgirl]

Peppermint Bark Mousse Cake

[pup-rott]

thinking of being a good little stay at home pup and knowing that my owner wants to see me as soon as they get home. knowing the time they usually get home, so i’m already on my knees, chest pressed against the floor, legs spread and exposing my puppycunt as soon as they walk through the door— but the timing is never exact. it’s humiliating presenting like that for five, ten, fifteen minutes before they show up, dripping slick onto the floor, my tdick throbbing in anticipation… just trying to be good for my owner. 💚

[landminedoggy]

i wish leo was real so i could slonk his shit crazy style

really need someone to slonk my shit rn stupid style

[tboyluvtgirls]

thinkin about a tguy spreading me out on the couch and making me show him my tdick

i still have my shirt on but i’m naked from the waist down, knees pulled apart round his shoulders, and he’s prodding between my thighs n stroking my tdick

“look at this honey, you’re getting so big!”

i’m so embarrassed all i can do is whine,,,,

“so pretty for me, baby, gonna give me what you need”

n he takes my cock in his mouth 😵‍💫😵‍💫 sucking me off and holding my legs apart n fingers teasing my hole cause, “can’t neglect your needy hole down here, now can i? my puppy needs to be filled too….”

just 😵‍💫😵‍💫 yeah 😵‍💫😵‍💫 thinkin bout that 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

[wagsandswishes]

mutuals meet on the roof for group howling please

[cottoncandyofterror]

Decided to clean up this little boy and add a hug. Hugs all around!

Thriller Bark but OPLA and a wee bit more homoerotic touching!

[contamination-zone]

Absolutely LOVE to see another "Fresh and Nightmare would be perfect little friends" person out here!! Do you think Fresh ever gets the chance to help Nightmare with anything or is he standing back there with his arms crossed when someone's misbehaved like "nuh uh uh"

Most of the "Use" Nightmare gets out of Fresh to me is usually just the negativity Fresh's host is experiencing :-] Tasty snack

Elsewhere, I don't think Fresh does a lot of like... obvious evil? He likes his goody-goody persona too much, to make himself publicly "evil" invites more attention than he'd want.

Sometimes he'll play the damsel role, but mostly he only does things that are... more private. He does a lot of disposal of people Nightmare doesn't like [given to Fresh as snacks :-)]

Fresh gets protection and food from the "deal." Its comfortable because the relationship is very transactional [Fresh gets protection and food, Nightmare gets negativity. Comfort in the expected.]

[seumyo]

bakugou’s never been happier to do this alongside you.

The sound of Bakugou’s ringtone—specifically one for those calls—the kind that only came when villains decided to cause trouble at ungodly hours—jolted him awake on the second ring. The kind that meant neither of you were getting any more sleep.

He groaned loudly, his voice raspy from sleep. “Son of a—” He didn’t even finish the curse as he snatched his phone and squinted at the glowing screen. “What the hell is it this time?”

Beside him, you stirred, mumbling groggily as you pulled the blanket over your head. “Is it another one?” you asked sleepily, your voice muffled.

Bakugou ignored you for the moment, his phone pressed to his ear as the barking voice of the dispatcher filled the room. His brows furrowed deeper, his scowl turning deadly as he listened to the report. “Villains in the old district? At this hour? Those bastards don’t sleep or somethin’? Yeah, yeah—I got it. We’ll be there.”

He slammed the phone down on the bed, letting out a deep sigh as he scrubbed a hand down his face. “Goddamn it. I hate this stupid job.”

You let out a small laugh beneath the blanket. “Liar.”

Bakugou glared at the lump of fabric that was you—his partner. “What’d you just say?”

“You heard me,” you teased, peeking out just enough for him to see the drowsy smile on your face—which can barely be seen with the dim light of the moonlight outside the bedroom window. “You love this job, Kats. You’d combust without it.”

“Like hell I would,” he muttered, standing up and running a hand through his already messy hair. “I’m only outta bed ‘cause I don’t trust those extras not to screw up.”

“You’re up because you want to. Big difference.”

“Whatever.” Bakugou shot you a glance over his shoulder. “Hurry your ass up. Don’t got time for you to sit there all cozy like we ain’t got villains to blow up.”

You didn’t budge.

“Give me two minutes. I just need to—hey!”

Bakugou had moved without warning, stomping back to the bed and scooping you up in one fluid motion. You let out a surprised squeak as he effortlessly picked you up, blanket and all, and cradled you against his chest.

“Katsuki!” you protested, trying to wriggle free. “What are you doing?!”

“Shut up,” he grumbled, barely sparing you a glance as he carried you toward the door. “You’re slow as hell when you’re tired. This’ll save time.”

“You can’t just carry me every time we get called in!”

“Watch me.”

He stomped down the hallway, his bare feet thudding against the wooden floor, while his voice dipped into a string of curses. “Stupid villains. Stupid middle-of-the-night calls. Stupid hero work. I’m gonna blast whoever’s causing this into the next century.”

You couldn’t hold back your laughter now, your head falling back against his shoulder. “You sound like a cranky old man.”

“Keep talkin’ and I’m droppin’ you,” Bakugou threatened. “Why the hell are you laughin’? Think this is funny?”

“Very. You’re like my happy pill.”

“Yeah? And you’re heavy,” he grumbled, though the way he carried you effortlessly said otherwise.

“Excuse me?!”

A corner of Bakugou’s mouth quirked up as he looked down at you, amusement flickering in his eyes despite his perpetual scowl. “I didn’t say nothin’. Quit wastin’ time.”

You smiled against his shoulder, listening to him grumble about this whole ordeal. He sounded pissed—like the world had wronged him personally by waking you two up—but you could see the truth in his actions. His grip was steady, his movements careful as he carried you to where your hero gear was waiting. It was such a Bakugou thing to do: grumble and complain, but still take care of you without hesitation.

By the time you make it to the gear room, Bakugou carefully sets you down on your feet. You wobbled slightly from the sudden shift, and Bakugou’s hand instinctively shot out to steady you.

“Oi, don’t fall on me now.”

“I’m fine, I’m fine,” you murmured, rubbing your eyes before turning to grab your hero suit. “You’re way too grumpy for someone who just carried me all the way here. Admit it—you love being a hero.”

“Don’t put words in my mouth.”

“You do, though,” you teased, already halfway into your gear. “I know you do.”

Bakugou clicked his tongue, but he didn’t argue. Instead, his voice softened just enough to make you pause. “I wouldn’t do this job if it meant leavin’ you to deal with shit alone.”

You stilled, looking at him from the corner of your eye. He was standing by the doorway now, fully suited up and waiting for you, his face set in his usual determined scowl. But something about the way he looked at you, about the small, unspoken truths in his words, made your chest feel warm.

“Y’know, you’re so sweet to me at the most inconvenient times. Why can’t you say things like that when I don’t look like I’ve been ran over by a truck because I’m sleep deprived?”

“Die.”

“Is that your way of saying you love me too, Ka-tsu-ki?”

He scoffed. “Hurry up, dumbass. We’ve got work to do.”

“Ha! You didn’t deny it, so I’ll take that as a yes.”

“Shut up, you’re annonyin’.”

You smiled faintly, finishing the last of your preparations before walking over to him. “But you love me.”

“Of fucking course,” Bakugou said, opening the door and stepping out into the brisk night air. “Let’s go. Those idiots could only hold out for so long ‘cause they really had to call us in.”

You followed close behind, still smiling to yourself as you fell into step next to him. Despite his grumbles, despite the curses under his breath, Bakugou had never been happier. Because at the end of the day, no matter how ungodly the hour, you were always there—and as far as he was concerned, nothing else mattered.

Because he loves this job—especially when he’s doing it alongside you.

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[luskbook]

loud bark, deep bite

prints available here

[multiversal-pudding]

I love that it’s technically fully canon compliant characterization that Danny A) once asked if seals were dogs because they bark, and simultaneously B) knows how to successfully land a space shuttle at 14 bc he does simulations online constantly. Truly one of the most Characters of All Time.

[blueaubrey]

I just read a text post that started with "I recently taught a baking class for 12-year-olds" and I misread it as barking class and my immediate thought was Parents Hate This One Trick

[brittle-bold]

good shirt from the market today

[fleapit]

"cis men dni" are you ready to come out of your "no boys allowed" treehouse yet. its time for lunch.