#I DON'T KNOW WHERE THIS CAME FROM

[sugarlywhispers]

the sudden thought of bakugou katsuki sending an audio to his s/o while at the gym, where he speaks IN BETWEEN GASPS AND GRUNTS AND EVEN GROWLS BECAUSE OF THE AMOUNT OF WEIGHT HE'S LIFTING WHILE ALSO TALKING ABOUT WHAT YOU WOULD LIKE FOR DINNER AND SUGGESTING MEALS OR PLEACES TO GO IF YOU WANT AND THEN HE SAYS, "Ugh... whatever you... mmh... want, baby, it's yours..." AND HE EXHALES FUCKING SEXILY AS THE SOUND OF THE WEIGHT DROPPING IS HEARD.

— I'M DYING HELP.

[dragon-in-a-fez]

what if you went fishing in a nuclear cooling pool. then for dinner you could make fission chips

[patolemus]

There’s just something about Stiles being so unflinchingly violent if it’s to protect Derek, of him having vivid fantasies about bashing his bat against Kate’s pretty blonde hair until her brain splatters across the room, about cutting Jennifer’s tongue and arms off so she can’t spell or touch Derek ever again, about lighting Gerard on fire and ripping Kali’s head off her shoulders...

[toshidou]

𝐧𝐬𝐟𝐰 𝟏𝟖+

currently thinking about how much Logan loves teasing you just so he can smell the way it affects you; touching your inner thigh under the table mid-mission briefing, catching your waist to whisper utterly debauched things into your ear as he passes you on the corridor of the mansion.

all so he can watch the way your pupils blow out, irises engulfed in black, and a second later it always hits. the smell of you, sweet, rich, and heady, so strong he can almost taste it.

he knows how much it riles you up, knows you're only able to focus on him for the rest of the day, too far gone to think about anything other than the crooned promises of absolute filth he pressed to your temple hours prior.

it's the ultimate possession, knowing with absolute certainty that the only words rattling around your skull are his, knowing it's only a matter of time until you have no choice but to track him down, stalking across the mansion until you corner him in his room.

of course he could smell you coming several doors down, waiting for you with a raised eyebrow and cocky smirk you want to kiss clean off from where he resides, sat at his desk.

"you're cruel, Logan."

you'd hiss, fingers curled into tight fists against your side, nails pressing so hard into the flesh of your palms they'll leave red crescent indents embossed into your skin. he'd laugh, the sound all smoke and crackling embers, thighs spread over worn oak chair legs as he leans forward, lit cigar hanging from his fingers.

"sure. but you're wet."

[sinsmockingbird]

Thinking about women who are completely obsessed with you and adore you. They're powerful women in their own ways, having girls flirt with them only for them to get rejected. She never wanted a relationship, seeing it as pointless, until she met you.

You treat her horribly, however, simply using her for her money and for pleasure in many ways. You'll act like you love her for a moment before pretending like she doesn't exist. It leaves her heartbroken every time, and yet she's crawling to you like your her lifeline, still hopeful that you do actually love her.

You can ghost her for several days, leaving her to fear that she did something wrong and that she pushed you away. Except you'll text her randomly like you had been talking the whole time, letting her feel relieved and have her doing whatever she can to please you to make sure you don't leave again.

It's just a repeating loop, like the snake eating its own tail.

[dangerpronebuddie]

The Right Thing

I'm doing the right thing

Eddie whispers as he scrolls through listings in El Paso. The neighborhood in his price range looks the same as he remembers it, when he'd walk home with Shannon and his best friend Chewie. The house he picks used to belong to a mean old woman who yelled at him for pulling her garbage bin up to the house for her one day.

I'm doing the right thing

Eddie assures himself as he packs away the life he'd built the past six years. His medals he still doesn't like looking at get tucked away with the pictures of Christopher he hasn't stopped looking at since his son walked out the door. The Hildy coffee maker, now well used and well cared for, gets packed alongside the cheap stand mixer Buck always griped about.

I'm doing the right thing

Eddie convinces himself when the 118 throw a farewell party for him. Bobby hugs him tighter than his own father ever has. There are actual tears in Chim's eyes when he claps a hand on his back and tells him not to be a stranger. Hen leaves a lipstick print on his cheek that gets smeared as he wipes at his own eyes.

I'm doing the right thing

Eddie says as he stands just beyond glass doors. Buck nods and ducks his head as he sniffs. Eddie places a hand on his shoulder, his thumb finding the base of his throat like the space there was carved just for him. Buck bats his hand away in favor of tackling him in a hug that lasts longer than any embrace Eddie's ever had.

I'm doing the right thing

Eddie repeats like a mantra as he unpacks the memories he'd so carefully tucked away. The old woman's house doesn't feel like a home. The few things he allowed himself to bring deserve a place filled with love. The photos and his medals and the Hildy coffee maker remain safely in their boxes.

I'm doing the right thing

Eddie says as his voice shakes. His mother can do nothing but stare like she's seen a ghost. Like she wasn't expecting him to try. It only spurs him on. Brings back a fight in him he'd long thought lost.

I'm doing the right thing

Eddie argues before Christopher slams the door in his face. Eddie waves off his mother's questions and his father's advice. He hasn't done anything right in... his whole life maybe, but this? He has to get right. He talks- it feels like- to the door. Reminisces about Shannon. Explains what he really wanted from Kim. Asks what Christopher wants from him.

I'm doing the right thing

Eddie says happily as he tells Chris the plan. Chris smiles in that 'told you so' way Shannon always did- and a little like Buck too- and Eddie pretends not to see the tears in his son's eyes as he agrees. Eddie is still surprised, even though Christopher's only request was for Eddie to do what was right for him.

I'm doing the right thing

Eddie knows as he and Chris return home. It's a rocky start, they both knew it would be, but they talk. They give each other time and space to cool off, but they have each other. They're gonna be okay.

I'm doing the right thing

Eddie feels as keys jingle in the door. Buck hauls him into a hug that shakes, then settles them both. Eddie tells Buck he was right not to give back his key, and Buck gets that 'told you so' smile on his face. The three of them spend the day inside the house that, for the first time in months, feels like home. And when Eddie kisses Buck after Chris goes to bed, the mantra he'd been repeating to himself fades away.

I did the right thing. For me.

[sassypantsjaxon]

Monoma: Well well well, if it isn't class A

Monona: *continues to deride class A*

Monona *down bad*: Except for you Shinsou, you're doing amazing sweetie

Shinsou *down just as bad*: thank.

[vilkalizer]

[searenbound]

I’m thinking about Bakugou who questions his taste in a partner constantly because she keeps saying weird shit like “Sometimes I wish I had a dick so I could fuck your tits”

He hates that it actually does something for him because what the fuck does that say about him?

[unkindhands]

I am once again thinking about the gif of all time

[jamiesfootball]

The most specific way I can think of to describe Dr. Jacob is that he's the sort of person who impulse bought a Traeger grill and then got frustrated when it turned out that the food took longer to cook than on a regular grill. He used it twice, and now he brags to people about how those things don't work *that* good

Meanwhile Ted's the kind of guy who fretted over whether he should by a Traeger, bought an Egg instead because he thought it looked easier, then read the instructions and realized he was in over his head. He called Beard for help.

Meanwhile between stripping and meth, Beard went through a phase where he built his own smoker out of retrofitted barrels and parts of an old wheelbarrow. He entered some competitions, but was ultimately kicked out of the Kansas City Barbeque Society for preferring Carolina-style sauces too vocally.

[theaceofarrows]

You know how in the second Incredibles Jack Jack turns into a demon baby whenever he doesn't get a cookie?

That would have been Lloyd if he could have shapeshifted into his oni form as a kid. His candy demands in the pilot would have gone a lot better for him if he had known about his oni form back then.

Plus, it would have been funny to see the OG ninja trying to fight off a rabid third grader, lose, and then have to admit it to said third grader's uncle.

[epsilon-13]

I want a time travel au where Yoda is a time traveled Grogu that just wants to see his buir again, but accidentally went too far back.

The whole Yoda's swamp stew is because Mando never taught Grogu how to cook, and he just throws together what he likes to eat in water(?); in other words frogs, lizards, and/or anything that moves and can fit into his mouth.

With an au that branches off where Mando also time travels(but closer to Canon than Grogu somehow), and everyone in the order is confused on why there's a Mandalorian hugging or even scolding the Grandmaster of the Order like a parent.

[twilidragonrin-art]

Art mirrors the mind.

[murkystarlight]

You think if the 'New Order of The Stone' also gets successors of some sort, they also pass down the same horrible sense of naming and name themselves 'The new New Order of The Stone'?

[rainbow-rebellion]

I said I wasn’t doing supercorptober this year and then my hand slipped... oops

*content warning: implied abuse*

fly away on the breeze to freedom [ao3 here] (Prompts 1-5: Leaves, Courage, Dress, Garden, Alone)

“There is freedom waiting for you, On the breezes of the sky, And you ask “What if I fall?” Oh but my darling, What if you fly?” -- Erin Hanson

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Thick fog swirls soft and gray along the edge of the yard, long fingers slowly snaking their way through a maze of trunks and branches to settle in a heavy blanket above the multi-colored treetops. A blue ceramic mug gripped tightly between her hands, she savors its warmth in the chill of the early morning. Wisps of steam curl off the hot liquid to dissipate in the crisp autumn air, and the rich aroma of hot chocolate wraps itself around her like a gentle hug, always her comfort drink of choice on a dreary day.

She thinks about the dress hanging in her closet, silken white, skirt layered with tulle to make it full and fluffy, bodice overlaid with intricate lace and beadwork.

She thinks about the suit in the closet opposite hers, a classic black tux with a silver vest and shiny black shoes. She thinks about the man who will be wearing it.

She almost didn’t buy the dress. It had been a rare moment of bravery that had risen from within her, but then had dissipated as quickly as the steam from her cocoa.

Her sister had pleaded with her, tried to convince her she’d be safe, that all of Kara’s family and friends would be there to protect her if she could just find the courage to walk away. But she was too scared of the consequences, too scared of ending up alone. It was something her fiancé liked to remind her of, how sad and inconsequential her life would be without him. For some reason she always believed him.

That was before though, before a dear friendship blossomed into something that promised the possibility of more. Before kind words and patient company began to heal her shattered sense of self and slowly rebuild the confidence she had lost somewhere along the way. (Not surprisingly it was a friendship he never approved of). She’s still scared of course, she’s always scared these days, but she’s also so very tired of it all, and doesn’t know how much more she can take.

The morning sun peeks through the haze to cast pockets of golden light on the changing leaves - varying shades of orange, red, yellow and green - setting the trees ablaze in a magical show of color and glowing light. The sun’s rays catch a lone leaf as it falls, floating on the breeze to land softly on the dewy grass below. She wonders if it could be that easy - if she lets go, will she land as gently? She thinks about how the trees shed their old leaves and bare their branches to the winter’s fury, comforted by the assurance of warm spring days and new life ahead of them.

A determination settles in her soul, solid and resolute. She thinks about her sister and her mother, their pleas and their promises. Maybe it’s time to finally trust them. She thinks about someone else, piercing green eyes looking deep into her own and asking Kara to think about what she wants - not what anyone else wanted or what she thinks she’s supposed to want, but what she actually wants. A whispered oath swearing to always be there for her, no matter the answer.

But she thinks she knows the answer now - she’s known it for a while if she’s being honest with herself. It’s just now she’s finally finding the courage to take the leap, knowing there will be somebody to catch her. Someone who will love her the way he never could, with soft words and gentle hands.

A cold breeze has her pulling her cardigan tighter around her body, but she can’t help the quiet smile that appears on her weary face.

When she goes back inside she stands in the living room and looks around a house that has never felt like a home. A place that should have been a safe haven, but often felt more like a prison than anything else. Four walls and a roof that she’ll be happy to be free from.

Mike is still asleep on their bed, face down, snoring in his deep baritone. With the alcohol still in his system from last night, he’ll be out until at least noon. She gathers a few of her belongings in a small bag, only the really important things that can’t be replaced. She leaves her ring on the kitchen table with a short note, even though he doesn’t deserve her explanation. He’ll be angry no matter what, but she’s done letting him intimidate her.

She drives on autopilot to the other side of the city, to a quaint little white house with a blue door, her heart knowing exactly where it needs to be right now. She doesn’t bother with the doorbell, instead she walks around to let herself in the wooden gate to the garden in the back. That's where Kara knows she’ll find her, kneeling on the ground with her hands in the soil. Lena had bought this house in a quiet suburb after semi-retiring from her high-stress corporate career, and had taken prolifically to gardening. The multitude of flowers and abundant greenery evidence of her green thumb, all thriving, vibrant and full of life just like Lena.

She looks up when Kara enters the garden, the warm dappled light accentuating the hint of auburn in her dark brown hair, and falling across her face in a way that highlights the slight difference of color in her eyes, one a jade green, the other a hint more blue. Her gaze is soft and welcoming, but curious, tilting her head in question at the bag slung over Kara’s shoulder.

“I thought about what you asked me.”

Lena simply nods and waits patiently, though she can’t help the way her heart involuntarily skips a beat and her stomach flutters in anticipation.

“I know what I want now.” Kara takes a deep breath in, letting the tension drop out of her body when she exhales. Then a little more quietly, but steady and full of certainty, “I know who I want.”

Lena doesn’t say anything right away, but the smile on her face and the sparkle in her eyes says everything. She pats the ground next to her with a gloved hand. “Come sit with me.”

So Kara drops her bag on the small stone patio and sits down in the dirt next to her. Lena slips an arm around her and pulls her close, so Kara’s head is resting on her shoulder. She nuzzles her nose in golden blonde hair and places a gentle kiss on the crown of her head. Humming in contentment, Kara relishes the warmth of Lena’s body and breathes in her calming scent, allowing herself to finally relax and to be loved in this tender way.

Lena eventually pulls away to gaze at her, eyes full of adoration, achingly gentle but also fiercely protective, promising a hundred tomorrows each better than the next, and never one of them alone. She reaches out to grab a small plastic pot filled with orange and yellow flowers, and holds it up so Kara can see them.

“Did you know that chrysanthemums symbolize rebirth and new beginnings? They're actually revered in many cultures as a reminder of the beauty of change and transformation.” She pauses, dimples forming in her cheeks as her smile grows. Reaching out with her free hand she takes Kara’s in hers and squeezes. “Would you like to plant them with me?”

Kara can’t help but feel as light as the leaf she saw that morning, as if she herself had been carried here by the breeze, landing soft and sure, exactly where she needed to be. For the first time in a long time, when she smiles, it reaches all the way to her eyes and makes them crinkle at the corners.

“I’d like that very much.”

And as she sits side by side with Lena, working together in a little garden grown from love and filled with life, she feels the warmth of the sun break through and lift the fog from her soul.