#Don't worry he likes em

[hypocriticaltypwriter]

Was talking about silly stuff with a friend on Discord and mentioned that Talaney has two sets of beauty marks. The two on her cheeks, [and one on her chin I suppose] and two matching ones on her buttcheeks. She's super embarrassed by them cause her panties and swimsuits don't cover them AT ALL and Billy just loves teasing her about them.

[secondbeatsongs]

it's so funny trying to talk to people about Speed Racer (2008), because it's like...what if there was a guy who drove a car so well that he defeated capitalism

[vaguely-concerned]

in his and davrin's banters, lucanis exhibits a certain little shit energy I don't think we see him have with anyone else other than illario and honestly I am living for this

[quirkle2]

suncaster warriors :)

[please don't tag as LU] ; character info under the cut

goes by wars and captain

24, 5'7"

he/him

demifluix and ace

kind and caring and silly (so silly)

heart of gold

a bit of a workaholic

has to have 1 hug every day or he will Die

in a qpr with legend <3

fights with a sword and shield

excellent leader, excels in fighting against crowds

FAST

banned from his era

dark world form is a silver ferret

[jestiamy]

welcome back to my biannual danny phantom posting

[seithr]

not to be sillybrained over what I actually consider a bit of an emotional event i'm going thru rn but. i'm packing up my collection of dragon figures while moving, wrapping em all nice up in bubblewrap so they're safe and won't break in transit—and im realizing a not insignificant amount of these are dragons that have saddles on them.

...empty saddles because i threw out or stuffed the rider in a drawer. why would a dragon need a rider. it not a GUY shelf its a DRAGON shelf. Even as a kid i thought they were boring having some guy on their backs. so much cooler when they're on their own

and well. i had that silly guy thought. About laios touden,

[mythvoiced]

OPEN STARTER | Baek Eunjae

"Science can explain fuck-all about bees and their fat bodies and their tiny wings, but we're definitely equipped for space-travel, sure, why not, sounds logical."

[discoreptile]

Wee ha

[sn0wbat]

If you don’t mind, I saw the comic about vampire hair and it made me wonder what would Einarr look like with a beard?

the context

he'd rather not dwell on it too much

[scintillatingshortgirl19]

eyyyyyyyy guess who wrote almost 4k words today

[tvrningout-a]

lotsa spoilers for a.tsv below! i'm here to ramble a lil more about mr. o'hara bc i love he <3

rewatching a.tsv and realizing!! that miguel tells miles that he blew another hole in the multiverse, which means more random villains and spider people and who knows who else ending up in random dimensions, which means miles ( and spot, really ) just kinda undid a bunch of miguel and the other spiders' hard work. so it isn't just the fact that miles is in spidersociety when he isn't supposed to be, it isn't just that miguel now has to explain to miles why he can't go messing with the canon despite realizing his dad is gonna die -- miguel is already worked up by the time miles brings him that empanada bc there are more dimensions already in danger from miles' run in with spot.

i'm not justifying miguel's reaction bc yeah!! dude shouldn't be slamming a kid against a train. but i also think people are quick to hate on him and forget that he's not this big bad villain trying to hurt miles. he tries to calmly explain that the canon has to happen bc otherwise, entire worlds could be destroyed. he tries to avoid conflict and go the rational route first. he only overreacts when it's clear that miles isn't gonna listen ( and you can't blame him ); he only overreacts when he believes miles is going to put not just one world but all of the multiverse at risk for one person.

i dunno if it's really the proper term?? so forgive me if i'm misusing it, but i view it as miles triggering miguel bc like miles says/jokes at the beginning of the movie, " men his age tend to repress a lot. " when the kid doesn't respond well to reason, makes a run for it, argues in favor of trying to save his dad, all miguel can think about is his daughter and the world he destroyed all bc he didn't want to let her grow up without a dad. all bc he was selfish. it's all he can think about, he's seeing himself in miles, and miguel is so angry at himself. so he takes that out on miles.

once again, to be clear!! we're not justifying it, but we're dissecting it. bc miguel is our antagonist for a chunk of the film, but he's not a bad person. he doesn't want things to be this way. but it's the only way he knows he can keep everyone safe.

[kkpwnall]

shuffle song for any spicy six couple🤠

hey howdy!! anything for my em&merson of all time!!

ooo this one’s from my on repeat and for good reason. it is, in my humble opinion, the ultimate comp-het nancy wheeler song.

and if we’re going spicy six it’s gotta be ronance. years of mutual pining all coming to a head the night before nancy’s wedding, when maid-of-honor robin finds nancy breaking down outside the rehearsal dinner, and they run away together.

i had a whole big long thing written in my notes about this... but then the worms got to me…..

it’s not spicy six but stick with me. what if: wheelingham runaway bride au

ace newshound nancy wheeler is stuck doing puff pieces for the society pages of the big city newspaper after a career ruining pausing incident. she went too far, pissed off the wrong people, and now she's relegated to "human interest" stories. well she's a human too and she's most certainly not interested in covering weddings of the rich and famous.

all she wants is to sink her teeth into some real investigative journalism and get her career back on track. she hears about this "runaway bride" who's left three men at the altar already, and would ya look at that, it's someone who lives in her podunk home town, someone she went to school with even.

she's got a pitch, she's got an in, and her editor is more than happy to get nancy out of his remaining hair for a while.

nancy has vague memories of chrissy cunningham, star cheerleader, queen of hawkins high herself. a real sweetheart who always had a huge crowd of friends. someone who had it all figured out, who had her whole life decided at 18. a straight line to a white picket fence and 2.5 kids. all she had to do was say "i do".

chrissy is already engaged to bachelor #4 before nancy comes to town. first there was jason, then derek, travis, and now steve. she's the laughing stock of her friends and family, but this one is going to stick, she's sure of it. they've been planning this wedding for months, and her fiance is well aware of her history. he's convinced that she just needs to visualize a positive outcome and keep her eye on the ball (him) when she's walking down the aisle. swing, and follow through.

and she loved each of these men, she loves men. but she can’t help but think there’s something missing in her life. she’s so sure about each and every one of them, right up until the very last minute. every time she walks down the aisle, all she can see is a door that’s closing forever, and she never got to even look through it.

when chrissy meets nancy wheeler again, almost a decade out of high school, and sees someone so confident, who's achieved all their dreams, and is living the life they always wanted, it terrifies her as much as it annoys and intrigues her.

nancy, who escaped their dead end town, who does what she wants when she wants, and doesn't let anyone tell her she can't. nancy, who's so comfortable with herself... and who she loves.

who has a reputation for being a frigid bitch, but it's just that she knows what she wants and won't let anyone else's expectations of who she is and how she should behave stop her.

they bicker from the minute nancy comes back to town, and chrissy eventually agrees to be the subject of nancy's story to finally set the record straight once and for all. the sooner she's done with her story, the sooner nancy wheeler and all the confusing feelings she brought with her can get out of chrissy's life once and for all. lock the door and throw away the key.

but as nancy gets to know chrissy better, she realizes she's not the ditzy heartbreaker nancy and everyone else thought she was. she sees someone... good and caring, and with so much love to give. how does it always go so wrong right at the finish line?

nancy sees someone who actually doesn't have it all figured out. who in fact never wanted the plan that was set out before her. someone who's just as desperate to escape it as nancy was herself. if only she'd realize she's been holding the key to her own freedom all along.

and chrissy comes to realize that nancy doesn't have it all figured out either. she's determined and driven, and her blind pursuit of the truth at all costs has lost her more than it's won. friends, relationships, even her career.

as they get to know each other better, they realize just what a mess they are... and start to fall in love with all those messy pieces.

it's the night before the wedding when it all comes to a head, when nancy challenges chrissy about all the questions she didn't let herself think about, and chrissy argues with nancy about all the ways she's making her life harder for herself. wouldn't it all be easier just to go along with the plan? to not have to think about it? it can't be that bad, can it?

the argument ends with a fiery kiss, and nancy walking out the door, leaving a stunned chrissy in her wake.

it's their wedding day, and chrissy is more determined than ever to make this one stick. she's going to do it, she's going to go through with it. steve loves her and she loves him.

but she runs. of course she runs. what else can she do when she has nancy's words ringing in her ears and her kiss lingering on her lips?

chrissy runs, and nancy follows. yada yada yada big love confession with chrissy still in her wedding dress.

they don't get married right away. hell they don't get together right away. chrissy's never even lived on her own before. so they take it glacially slow while chrissy takes classes at the city college and moves out of her parent's house and into a small apartment just down the street from nancy's, temping at every different kind of job she can find until she figures out exactly what she wants to do.

and along the way, she figures out who she is too, the kind of person she wants to be when she's not trying to fit herself into the mold of who someone else wants her to be.

eventually, chrissy proposes to nancy. and when they do get married, neither one of them walks down the aisle. they walk towards each other and meet at the altar.

[bwabbitv3s]

It is not even that Clark is not careful enough, uses to much force, or is not aware of potential risks, just that when rescuing people even the most careful help can hurt them. When it comes to rescuing people Superman is one of the gentlest, most careful, and precise hero out there. He also is able to rescue people in situations or from accidents that otherwise would have been fatal. From places that normal rescue workers would be unable to reach.

The type of accidents where body retrieval would have happened as almost no one else could have done it. It is why people don't really talk about it. As while suffering bad fractures, whiplash, losing mobility in a limb, or paralysis is awful they are alive. No one blames Superman when their Aunt needs to use a wheelchair now after being saved. As if Superman had not been their to pull her out of the car as it was falling off a bridge she would not have made it. It is not seen as a failing of him as a hero, or as someone to blame, but as part of that accident.

Bruce's has never had to have NDAs signed or even try to smooth things over with family members or the injured. The funds to help people with medical bills is not seen as a bribe to stay quiet. It is the silent understanding that the care is going to cost them a lot of money and they don't need to worry about that. That let them help with this so it is not a burden on them.

Clark is always careful and uses his powers as best he can, but he can't always be as gentle as he wishes he could and still rescue someone in time. Sometimes the choice he makes is to cause the least harm while saving them. It does not make it hurt less knowing that someone will have scars or life changing injuries from his rescue of them. No that always hurts. He always strives to learn to be better when it comes to rescuing people. Why he is always the first to sign up for rescue courses and lectures at the league.

What allows him to keep doing it and not freeze up when the time for those decisions are the letters. They are uncommon and often long after the event. Long letters that explain lots of things or ramble about nothing and everything. Small notes that are just a couple sentences. Some are types up and others hand written. Children tend to send him pictures drawn in colourful crayon or pencils. He even has a couple that included photos taken of them getting home for the first time after the hospital. All of them thanking him for helping them make it home to those they love.

Clark keeps it a not secret per say, but makes sure to not mention it to Bruce. As he just knows that if he were to mention how he checks in on as many of those he rescues it would drive him mad. Knowing him it would be seen as an undue risk to bring his identity to check in on them so much. That if it were to be noticed as a pattern that his enemies could use it against him. Yet he does his best to check in at lest once, if not in person then by going through records. He is just lucky that his job as a reporter means it is not seen as suspicious.

There’s a pretty high chance that Bruce secretly, under pain of death, pays for and conceals all of the people and innocent bystanders Clark accidentally injures or kills.

Because those super powers result in injuries and deaths, undoubtedly. Buildings topple and people are caught in blast waves. Clark’s laser eyes aren’t always accurate enough.

But he doesn’t know. Clark doesn’t know that Bruce quietly pays for rehab and funerals and long term care. Clark doesn’t know that the woman he saved last week suffered a fractured vertebrae because of how fast he pulled her out of that burning car. He doesn’t know that Bruce quietly paid for a million-dollar hospital stay because of her subsequent paralysis.

Bruce doesn’t tell Clark about them. He pays off bills and long term trust funds for patient care. He hides what he can from Clark because if Clark knew, he wouldn’t be able to go on being Superman.

And maybe, one day, when Bruce dies, he learns exactly what his best friend was doing, all these years. But at that point, there’s no Superman anyway. Not without Batman.

[blackvahana]

Diversity win! The territorial old dragon gets aggressive and standoffish at trans men entering the houses of his family too!

[sttoru]

𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐒. dad!toji x wife!reader. fluff, just pure fluff. reader gets called ‘doll’ once.

toji sits on the edge of megumi’s bed, arms casually draped over his knees, watching with an amused grin as you fuss over your son. you’re lecturing him about being more careful when playing with the other kids at daycare, replacing the bandages on his arms that had gotten scuffed from a tumble.

megumi sulks, his little face scrunched up, but he doesn’t dare to say a word. his gaze is cast downward and he knows better than to challenge you when you’re in your ‘mom’ mode.

toji chuckles to himself. the little brat—just like his old man, he thinks. neither of them ever have the guts to talk back when you’re laying down the law.

with a lazy smirk, toji reaches over and ruffles megumi’s hair in an affectionate and teasing way. “it's fine, doll,” he says in attempt to reassure you, “shit happens. ‘n it toughens up the kid.”

you shoot him a look over your shoulder and toji just shrugs. “he’s just like you, ya know,” you mutter as you brush a stray lock of hair from megumi's face. indeed, the little boy resembles his father in looks but also in personality. “stubborn, hard-headed. thinks he can take on the world without a scratch,” you sigh.

on one hand, you’re worried that megumi will get in real trouble one day because of it. but on the other hand, your son got an overprotective man as father. you know he will never let any harm befall either of you.

toji raises an eyebrow at your comment. oh, he knows and he’s proud of it. proud of his son, of the family he's created with you. “i mean—he needs to learn to take a few hits if he's gonna survive this world.”

you scoff before hugging megumi one last time. “mm, mama,” the toddler snuggles up to you, small hands clutching your shirt tightly. you feel the weight of his tiny form press against you while his cheek rests against your chest.

there’s something about the clingy way he holds you that melts something deep inside you. you press a gentle kiss to his messy hair, brushing a hand down his back as you breathe in the sweet, comforting scent of his shampoo.

“good night, sweets,” you murur, your voice barely above a whisper. “i love you.”

megumi’s small fingers tighten once more on your shirt as if reluctant to let go. his breathing is steady and you know he’s almost asleep. but then, your son shifts lightly. he pulls back from the hug enough to look up at toji, who’s leaning back against the headboard of the bed. he doesn't say a word, but there’s a clear look of expectation on his face, as though he's waiting for something only his dad can give.

toji meets his gaze with a blank expression that doesn’t give away a thing. he's clueless for a good couple seconds before picking up on what megumi wants.

your husband murmurs something incoherent before relenting. “yeah yeah, c'mere buddy,” he hums, his tone softening. he can't help it—even if he tries not to show the vulnerability in his demeanour.

“yay,” megumi's face brightens up a little and he eagerly reaches up with those tiny hands. toji pulls the kid into his arms, hugging him tighter than expected. the action is a little awkward, but there's no denying the warmth in it.

your heart melts as you witness the adorable scene before you. your son doesn’t seem to mind the tightness as his small arms encircle his father’s neck. it’s a simple moment between father and son, but it’s enough. enough for both of them.

toji pulls back after a little while. his eyes are softer than usual as he pinches megumi's button nose. “good night, kiddo,” he mutters, the words rough but warm, “don't let the bedbugs bite.”

megumi grins sleepily at him as he rubs his eyes. “i’ll kick their ass, papa,” he declares proudly, looking and acting more like his dad with the second. you roll your eyes and stand up from the bed. toji simply snorts, realising his son has picked up on the phrases he uses.

“tha’s right,” your husband nods after standing next to you, “you tell ‘em bedbugs to eat shi—”

“toji ,” you shush him with a swat to the bicep.

megumi lets out a small giggle in reply before laying back on his pillows. you pull the covers up to his chin and watch as his eyes slowly close, his body beginning to relax. the quiet rhythm of his breathing is the only sign of him settling down for the night.

toji lingers by the door and is simply content to watch you. you're always like this—so nurturing. he follows your every move as you leave a final kiss to your son’s cheek. the warmth that radiates in your presence, your affection, the simple yet tender moments are all things that make him fall in love with you over and over again.

you straighten up and turn towards toji, catching him staring. you can see the warmth in his eyes, the way his shoulders are completely relaxed, how that signature smirk of his seems more like a smile in that moment.

you chuckle to yourself before stepping out into the hallway, leaving the door slightly ajar. toji follows with his hands in the pockets of his sweatpants. the silence hangs between you two for a bit. it’s comforting and. . . secure.

“y’know, you’re a real softie, toji,” you comment to break the quiet atmosphere. you tilt your head back to look at the dark-haired man who’s now next to you. you know he still struggles with being vulnerable around your son. the sentimentality is still an aspect he's working on.

however, you see it; the emotional side of him. the warmth in his eyes, in his touch, in his words - even if he’s not all that soft spoken.

you can see right through him.

“don't worry though. your secret's safe with me,” you tease with a soft grin.

toji doesn’t say a word for a few seconds before he chuckles under his breath, “just keep that between us, aye?” he responds to your teasing. he’s just glad that he’s married a woman who understands him and accepts him as is.

you both head to the living room. the weight of your day finally seems to lift. the quiet house and the soft breaths of megumi drifting from his room, feels like the calm after a storm. there are challenges ahead, no doubt, but for now everything is alright.

toji wraps his muscular arm around your shoulders as you both sink into the couch. the television playing something in the background, but neither of you pay it much attention. you lean against him and sigh, eyes closing slowly.

“you think he's gonna… turn out okay?” you ask softly. you’re not really sure how to word your worries. your voice holds an uncertainity that causes toji to hold you tighter.

your husband doesn't answer right away. instead, he glances down at you and strokes your hair with his free hand. he nods and presses a chaste kiss to your forehead.

toji leans his head back afterwards, closing his own eyes. no matter what the future holds, he's sure megumi will grow up to be a strong young man.

“yeah. that kid’s gonna be alright.”

[aroace-rizgukgak]

As an autistic guy I appreciate Jammer (and by extension all of Evan's friends). I appreciate that he can look at the weirdest guy he's ever met who's never had a friend in his life and be like "Don't even worry about it, that's my guy Evan. He's just chilling" while Evan is staring unblinking at a wall. I love to imagine a world where even the Dark Lord can have people who are like "That's my Bro. He gets possessed by demons sometimes and accidentally summons blood and/or shadow monsters. But it's chill, we fight 'em and then they go away *shrugs*."