#I could cry actually

[thewrongblues]

pep extended and I KNEW HE WOULD I NEVER HAD A DOUBT THAT BALD MAN LOVES THIS CLUB SO MUCH

[bronzyglow]

i absolutely cannot wait to dunk this beautiful loaf of semolina bread into a steaming bowl of lemon chicken soup and then have leftovers for breakfast, toasted with butter and slathered with cream cheese and cherry jam. simple pleasures

[jazzzzzzhands]

HI JAZZ! So I’m thinking if you can make a doodle about Howdy holding Wally in his arm(or if you don’t want to, that’s completely fine:)Right now, I am really OBSESSED with your artstyle! ⭐️

*👆for example*

i do not ship them BUT

i think i'm funny!!

this also helped me get a lil comfier in stylizing howdy hehe

you like my artstyle?? THANK YOU QwQ

im gonna continue to improve!

Wally just wanted to be carried, and who can tell him no?

[sillverstreets]

being replied with the same energy FOR ONCE I LOVE THIS

[dozydawn]

Photographed by Ron Galella, 1985.

[grace-williams-xo]

Diana Berrigan is one of the best lesbian characters (in a not queer centric tv show) ever written and I will absolutely die on that hill

Less than half an hour into a show made in 2009, a "straight" white con artist looks at a hot lesbian coworker and immediately wants to get with her. And yet, nothing about it is gross. Neal is like an excited puppy with a new friend and he wants to play and get to know her. The second he realizes she's not gonna be interested in his flirting he accepts it and stops, but he isn't less interested in her as a person--he is actually more interested.

Good show sets good examples

[buuuuuuuu3]

The one guy who I thought was attractive, 2 years after the worst relationship I’m hoping I have on my life, just looked at me with such disgust in the hallway after leaving my request to follow him unanswered on Instagram the whole weekend.

[hinamie]

"I'll show you every day that choosing to live was worth it"

some of my favourite scenes from @hijinks-n-lowjinks' fic things i would miss from the other side . this fic tore my heart out fr but like in a good way and i wanted to pay it homage the only way i know how <3

[fallinallincurls]

ohmygod MY HEART🥹🥹 this was the sweetest thing and i love dad!willy so much wow

Maybe can we get a dad!Willy X reader where he holds the baby for the first time in the hospital?

Oh yes, babe! We’re definitely still on the Dad!Willy train, and it’s serving every time ❤️‍🔥 Sticking with the same storyline, we’re getting into those moments after baby Eliot’s birth ��

So, in case you were wondering, I did borrow a little snippet (the last part) from my own blurb in a previous chapter of the unofficial Dad!Willy x reader series 😉

Tropes & warnings: again no warnings, just a bunch of family love, Dad!Willy x reader

Word count: 1.1K

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First time in my arms I dad!willy x reader ✐

The hospital room was still, with only the soft hum of machines breaking the silence as you lay in bed, utterly exhausted yet filled with a quiet thrill. After hours of labour, the world outside seemed distant, a faint blur beyond the gentle, enclosed warmth of this space. As you looked down at the tiny, sleeping face nestled against your chest, it felt as though an entire universe had opened up. Eliot was finally here, and he was perfect.

William sat close by, his eyes never leaving the two of you, a blend of awe and tenderness softening his expression. His hand reached out, hovering just above Eliot’s head, his fingers flexing slightly as if he wanted to reach out but wasn’t sure he had the right. You could see the weight of emotion pulling at him, a mixture of wonder and disbelief. Reaching for his hand, you gave him a gentle squeeze, pulling him from his quiet trance. “Ready to meet him?” you whispered, sensing how much he wanted to hold his son but also how he wanted to give you these first precious moments together.

He looked at you, eyes wide, as though he needed reassurance. “Are you sure?” he asked softly, his voice low and tentative, almost afraid that any sudden movement might break the delicate magic holding you all in place.

You nodded, your smile full of encouragement, despite the exhaustion written across your face. “He’s all yours, Dad.”

With careful, reverent movements, William shifted closer and gently lifted Eliot from your arms, cradling him against his bare chest. Though nervously, he seemed to instinctively know to hold him close, letting Eliot feel the steady rhythm of his heartbeat, a new source of warmth and comfort. His hands, usually so confident and controlled on the ice, now trembled slightly as he cradled this tiny, precious life. He took a shaky breath, looking down at Eliot, who rested peacefully against him, blissfully unaware of the overwhelming love and wonder filling the room. His tiny hands instinctively held a light grip on your boyfriend’s chest hairs, earning a light chuckle from him. 

William’s expression softened, his eyes glistening with unshed tears as he gazed down at Eliot, his whole world in that one tiny bundle. A single tear slipped down his cheek, landing softly on Eliot’s, and he brushed it away with a trembling hand, his face a picture of pure devotion. “Hi, little guy,” he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. “I’m your dad.”

The words left him in a whisper, as though anything louder might disturb the beautiful moment unfolding between them. You could see the unspoken promise in his gaze—a promise of love, of dedication, of everything he hoped to be for this tiny person now sleeping so soundly against his heart. He was so captivated that he didn’t even notice his tear slipping down until it touched Eliot’s soft cheek.

“He’s… he’s so small,” William breathed, his voice barely audible, the awe in his words striking a chord in you. “And perfect.” He glanced up at you, his expression a mixture of amazement and gratitude. “You did this perfectly, hjärtat,,” he whispered, his voice soft but charged with feeling. “You’re… just so fucking amazing, babe. Everything you went through.”

“Well, you helped create him,” you nodded gently with a soft smile, words almost failing you in the enormity of the moment. Watching your boyfriend, your soulmate, hold your son was more beautiful than anything you could have imagined. 

Every anxious question, every late-night worry William had voiced during your pregnancy seemed to melt away, replaced by a profound love and dedication. You remembered how his teammates, especially the fathers, had shared their own stories and tips, helping him ease into fatherhood. But now, all those nerves had given way to a quiet certainty as he gazed down at Eliot with a love so deep it felt almost sacred.

As William sat there with Eliot nestled close, you could see that he was already besotted. His finger traced the delicate lines of Eliot’s tiny hand, his expression one of pure tenderness. “You’re going to be so loved, little man,” William promised softly, his voice full of quiet resolve. “I might not be there for everything… every first,” he added, his voice tinged with both pride and a hint of sadness. “But I’ll try. And I know your mum will tell me about every little moment I might miss.” He looked over at you, his eyes filled with gratitude. “You’ve got the best mum in the world,” he whispered, leaning down to brush a gentle kiss on Eliot’s head, as if sealing a vow to you both.

A wave of warmth spread through you as you met his eyes, knowing that even when hockey took him away, he would do all he could to be there. And for every missed moment, you’d be there to tell him about it, to make sure he felt connected, no matter the distance.

As you watched the two of them together, an overwhelming sense of love and peace washed over you. This was just the beginning; soon, the sleepless nights and endless responsibilities of new parenthood would begin. But for now, nothing else mattered—just you, William, and your beautiful son.

When you finally returned home a bit later, life felt different. Every little thing in the house, every familiar corner now seemed touched by the new presence in your life. You moved through each room with a feeling of awe, as though seeing it all for the first time. But amidst the joy, you began to notice a strange heaviness, a sadness you hadn’t expected. The changes to your body, the new and unfamiliar feelings—it was something no one had fully prepared you for, despite all the talk of pregnancy’s “wonders.”

William noticed, of course. He had always been attentive, especially now. One evening, while holding Eliot in his arms, he came over to you, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead and resting his hand on your shoulder. “You’ve given me everything,” he whispered, his voice warm with quiet reassurance. “And there’s not a single part of you that I don’t love even more because of it. Eliot and I… we’re so lucky. Jag älskar dig, älskling.”

The warmth of his words washed over you, soothing the sadness that had lingered at the edges of your happiness. “Jag älskar dig också.”

You’d thought you could navigate these feelings alone, but here he was, ready to share this weight, to walk alongside you in every part of this new journey. You reached out, pulling him close, letting yourself lean into his support, knowing he’d be there for each step, each high, and each low. Just like you always had been and would be for him.

As you watched him cradle Eliot, your heart swelled, filled with the strength of knowing that, together, you could weather anything. This was only the beginning of a journey that you’d both embark on, each moment growing richer with the love you shared for this tiny, perfect life.

[lovemails]

the second hand embarrassment and the full body cringe that took over me once i saw these

[myoonmii]

He watches him like a ghost

[avelera]

My could-be-controversial take on Jayce Talis is that if he lived in a universe or city where you could just go study to become a wizard, like the Baldur's Gate 3/D&D universe for example, he never would have bothered with blacksmithing or Hextech in general, he would have gone straight to esoteric magic school and never come out again. He'd be Gale Dekarios. Blacksmithing and Hextech were always about him finding a workaround within his own available skills and background for what was possibly the most heartbreaking moment of his young life: that he didn't have any actual, inherent magical ability of his own.

(Which just makes the fact that his mage also didn't have inherent magical ability, that Viktor gained it through his association with Jayce, all the more delicious.)

[wandixx]

I've seen a lot of different takes on Fear Toxin/other fear causing stuff (Yellow Lanterns Ring or something)(later just called Fear Toxin cause I'm lazy) but here is another one.

Danny seems like he isn't affected by Fear Toxin because his biggest fear is that his accident changed him so much he is no longer human, he can no longer truly experience human things.

So when he gets lungful of fear Toxin, he feels normal. He was antsy before, because c'mon, it's a rogue attack but it's not worse. Or so he thought. Because the anxiety lingers. Not enough to register as abnormal just this slight hypervigilance that makes you see things about yourself and your surroundings that you'd never realize otherwise. He'd realize he doesn't blink as often. He'd realize that if he doesn't consciously focus, he sometimes seems to not touch the ground. Forgets to breathe. He can't feel his own pulse at time. He'd realize people will miss him when he's walking down the street as if he was invisible (people just don't care about everyone they pass by). When he'd look straight into his reflection, he'd look slightly to the left. Not enough to actually name anything that was wrong but just stretched enough to fall on the wrong side of the uncanny valley. If he just caught his reflection in the peripheral vision, it'd be vaguely shadowy creature with glowing green eyes and white smoke instead of hair. Overall he'd be just wrong enough to be distinctly not human.

For everyone else, he'd be just a dude. Literally couldn't find more normal dude than this dude. Will pass as absolutely normal human unless someone is specifically looking for ecto-ghost stuff. Even most magic users wouldn't clock him at the glance

Tldr: Fear Toxin makes Danny perceive himself as some sort of eldritch horror but not enough to make him believe he'd actually be affected, while from outside perspective he's Just A Dude™

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 169

Danny is from a world where everyone has wings, even if most have long since lost the ability to fly. Something about loading and aspect ratio, wings being too small, body too heavy, now mostly used as display, whatever. 

It doesn’t matter even if he had blueprints from when he was like six of a jetpack to help fly. It won’t work anyway and hey, he has his ghost form! Which uh, might be perhaps, affecting his wings which were maybe sort of scorched black and practically down to the bone thanks to the accident. 

It doesn’t matter, he swears. Though he’s admittedly relieved to see the new feathers growing in are different from Dan’s angry sunset. Even if they’re not even supposed to be able to grow back. Alright, this is fine, no one is going to notice! It’s not like everyone knows about the poor Fenton kid whose wings were absolutely destroyed thanks to an accident! It’s fine. 

He’s not flying in a half-panic towards the Far Frozen while crying because his wings are coming back and he’s so scared. He didn’t panic and instantly fled the moment Jazz pointed them out while changing the bandages. 

He definitely didn’t trip over something while wiping away said tears and blacking out from all the stress and all of his problems that he definitely mentioned to someone and isn’t keeping a secret. Definitely. 

Hawkwoman and Hawkman would like everyone to know that neither of them were expecting a very small child to be spat out of the villain of that week’s machine that should definitely not be a portal. A very small child, maybe nine or ten, with a multitude of concerning wounds both old and fresh. Which isn’t even beginning to touch on the wings. 

Feathered, like baby down despite the gnarled scars, unlike their own metallic, with the beginning of tiny specklings like stars amidst the darker fuzz peeking from the wounded flesh. 

Who?! Who dared?! It’s (at least to the forever reincarnating duo) a literal baby! They still have down! Tiny baby fuzz! Was it the portal?! Oh this villain is going to taste their maces for causing this if that’s the case! 

The rest of the Justice League would honestly like to know what just happened and are honestly unsure on if they should stop the two…

[builtintripping]

never forget...

read again?

no you did not see me repost this, shh

hemlo!! thank ya'll so so much for enjoying this lil comic series!! i know it's been a year since the first part, but most importantly i finished it ���✨️

every single tags ya'll leave on me posts and past questions i recieve about this au is super appreciated, they make me smile the widest you have no clue!! im just a lil mad at myself that i couldn't expand on this au more so yall could have had more crumbs. irl stuff happened + still getting the hang of drawing and socializing again after years of doing neither of those 😭

but still, im glad i could share this comfort comic i made for myself, and for you guys too. it's a pretty personal one despite the characters not being mine 😅 i hope that you can walk away from this story believing (entirely or not) that someone out there still thinks of you, whether they're from a late/absent loved one who still wants the best for you or a dear friend who will make room in their hearts for you. life will never not be hard, but if you keep them close to your heart, adulting will be bearable 🫂

thank you so much for reading 💕

[royaltea000]

You’re my baby, say it to me