#I could make it into a poster or smth

[kaitaiga]

Foras Admonitio

Without Warning

Can’t help to wonder what’s going on through his head right now…

a (what was supposed to be) study of Twitter/X user @/migrainzxxl art style. I didn’t like the way it turned out so I scrapped it and just posting the lineart. Also a study Damien’s helmet and attachments so I can feel more comfortable drawing the details.

Anyways, i learnt a lot and I hope you enjoy 🐻❤️

[beesorcery]

i redesigned this shirt and now you can put it on your body

here it is, the final culmination of my fun cool graphic design project where i replace cities with 8balls!! If you want to follow along the process you can check out these posts: one, two, and three :D

if you are interested in wearing this as a shirt i made a teepublic! (edit for anyone who remembers this: the teepublic listing got dmca’d lol. however,) you can also download the files from google drive if you would like to print the design yourself

thanks for following along!! i have really had a lot of fun doing this (and just following 2our in general, the vibes were sweet) and i'm glad other people enjoyed it too :)

(better quality images under the cut <3)

[milflewis]

i just got bullied by my mam for referring to kyle as “just kyle”

[hauntingblue]

Robin being scary collection

Kinda love how her eyes turn like mihawk's...

Luffy hitting crocodile with his blood will never not be hard af

Luffy ily part 746

Nami is asking Vivi to come with her and see all the world together.... I know it

Luffy and sanji in here.... Dumb of Ass and Kind of Heart (interchangable)

[vivwritesfics]

can i request a lando x reader where they’re just supposed to be having a one night stand but in the morning when she tries to leave his parents or smth shows up so they have to pretend like they’re dating?

warnings: smut kinda

"I'm Bob." That was what he said to her when he approached her in the club.

She just shook her head. "That's not your name."

He simply smiled.

They danced and snogged through the night. And when the lights came on and the club was closing, he took her home. Well, back to his parents house (where he was staying for a few days).

His family wasn't home when he brought her inside. He wasn't meant to be there either, was supposed to be staying with the friend he had gone clubbing with. But no, he wanted her so he took her back to his house.

With his family gone, they could be as loud as they liked. Fucking in his childhood bedroom was kind of wild. He had his old F1 posters up on his wall and a few helmets everywhere.

His headboard hit the wall as he fucked her. Goddamn he was so hot. His dick was simply magic.

As soon as they were finished he grabbed her a shirt to wear and they fell asleep beside each other. Lando could sneak her out in the morning, he decided.

Except the morning came and neither of them woke up, not until the front door slammed shut. "Fuck," Lando hissed as he sat up.

As fast as they could they got dressed. "What's going on?" She asked as she pulled on her incredibly short dress.

"My family just got home."

"Your family?!" She cried as she gestured down to her dress. "I can't meet your family when I'm dressed like this."

"That's why I'm sneaking you out."

Lando slowly pulled open his bedroom door and looked up and down the hallway. When it was clear she gestured for her to follow him and tiptoed towards the stairs. She followed him out of the bedroom and towards the stairs.

Suddenly somebody was walking from the kitchen towards the front doors, past the stairs. "I'll go and wake him up," somebody said as panic flashed in Lando's eyes.

He pushed her back up the stairs and pulled her into the bathroom. "This is gonna be damn near impossible," he hissed as he pressed his ear to the bathroom door.

"I say we just run," she said to him as she pulled off her heels.

Lando gave her a questioning look. "Are you not way too hungover for that?"

"I'll deal with it when I get home."

Suddenly the bathroom door was open and they were running down the stairs, no longer caring for the amount of noise they were making. Lando ran to the front door and pulled it open, allowing her to run through. As soon as she had he shut it behind her and leaned against it, breathing deeply.

His entire family stared at him from the kitchen. "So... Who was that?"

[selznick]

Had to look at horses in relation to different cultures today so I just drew someone on a horse and called it Epona :)))

[merthosus]

Blank minds

@selfishlittlebeing asked:

Hi! So basically I just read every single one shot on this blog. And I am obsessed with your work. And I gotta admit that, “Wounded nights” did things to me.🧍🏼‍♀️

I’m not sure if I am requesting or smth (if you’d like to write this I wouldn’t protest, but feel free to just ponder on this with me). But like… I can’t get the image of touch starved Five out of my head. Bcs…damn. Him holding the reader in his arms like that (WN)… but can you imagine HIM having a vulnerable moment because of all that stuff with the Commission and apocalypses, just the trauma package yk. And after all those years…just Five being vulnerable with someone and touch starved.🥲 I am making myself feel depressed with all this. Wanna be depressed with me?🎀

Summary: After Luthers wedding, most of the siblings already gone to bed. You didn't feel like drinking, but loved to watch the others drown their sorrows into liquor and just have fun. Just as you were about to fall into a deep sleep, a knock on your door pulls you out of your slumber.

Thank you for your lovely request! Also, here a sexy poster from Five I fell in love with! With every purchase you automatically support me :) https://amzn.to/3yGK6Fm

“Since everything will be dust soon anyway, you won't mind if I just lie down here for a while, will you?”

You're up to your nose under your eiderdown, with only the sound of collapsing buildings coming through your window. It may sound crazy to others, but for you, it's been part of everyday life for a week. Counting every second, spending the last time with your family and savoring it. There is nothing more precious than time. Money has no value anymore, but the ticking hands of the grandfather clock do have.

Your thoughts hover over your head like gray clouds. Since the first day you slept in that hotel bed, falling asleep felt like hell. You tried a lot to finally fall asleep normally again. But every time you closed your eyes, you were met with nightmares, worse than you could ever have imagined. You were sure that this couldn't be the end, it simply couldn't be.

Like every night, you try to push the thoughts aside, to repress them as if they had never been there. But a loud and uneven knocking jolts you out of your sleep like a thunderstorm. You startle awake and clutch at the sheets of your bed. “Yes!” you shout, but it sounded more like a question than an encouragement. You watch every movement, sharper than Diego's blades. As Five stumbles in, you let out a breath you didn't even released you were holding. 

“You scared me,” you mumble. "I scared you, so please, why should anyone be scared of me?" he says to himself. Any blind person would have recognized that Five had probably had a little too much to drink at Luther's wedding. Five doesn't finish the sentence and drops his head down as he continues to mumble to himself. After he fell back against the door, you gave him a worried look. “Thanks for closing the door, but I think you have a concussion now,” I smirk to myself. Five starts to giggle. “The world is coming to an end,” he says, and pushes away from the door again.

You look out of the window that separated you from the crumbling outside world. Instead of bright sunshine, dark red fire dazzles your eyes, bricks fly off buildings and trees uproot themselves. “No, really?” you ask him sarcastically as you turn back to him. You suppress your horror as he suddenly stands right in front of you. He holds on to the edge of your bed. You think about how he managed to approach you so quietly, the alcohol in his blood must be enough to put a chimpanzee down.

“Since everything will be dust soon anyway, you won't mind if I just lie down here for a while, will you?” he asks as he tries to climb onto the bed. “Five, eh?” you ask as you hold him down so he doesn't slide off. He awkwardly pushes himself over your legs, which elicits a small squeak from your mouth. “You're really rough, Five,” you complain, but you just couldn't help the smile on your face.

You had never seen Five so shameless. Five, who is usually so strong and independent, asks you if he can lie down with you for a moment. As you think about it for a moment, you briefly doubt your sanity. Was this a fever dream? But Five's careless hand movement presses your torso so hard into the mattress beneath you that you're sure it would have shaken you awake. “I've never seen you so awkward,” you squeeze your words out of the pain. “I'm sorry, but your bed is sooo soft,” he lulls to himself. You shake your head and stifle the comment that the beds here were all the same.

“Five, why are you really here?” you ask him. He lies down on his stomach and presses his head into your pillow. He mumbles his words into the fabric so that you can only guess what he's saying. “I don't understand a word, you stupid…” you grumble to yourself as you grab a tuft of his hair and push his head to the side. 

Five groans softly as you move his head, his eyes half-lidded and unfocused. You wait for him to speak, but it seems like he’s struggling to find the right words. He’s always been the one with the sharp tongue, the quick wit, and seeing him like this—vulnerable and slightly lost—pulls at something deep inside you.

“I didn’t want to be alone,” he finally mutters, his voice slurred but honest. “I’ve been alone for so long... and I guess I’m tired of it.” His words are a confession, raw and unguarded, much like the state he's in now. You’ve seen Five in many situations—fighting, strategizing, leading—but this is different. This is Five without his armor, without the walls he usually keeps so firmly in place.

You feel a pang in your chest, a mix of sadness and empathy. You’ve always known there was more to him than the ruthless time-traveling assassin he often portrayed himself to be. But hearing him admit his loneliness is something else entirely. "I understand you, Five," you say. He smiles and sightly closes his eyes. "I didn't want to be alone too, so I am happy that you are here now, I would've preferred sober Five, but this is also ok", you smile at him. 

You let your body fall back into your pillows, Five, who was still lying on his stomach, watching you. You put your head to one side and just look at him motionlessly. “Promise you won't tell anyone about the following?” he asks you. You don't understand exactly what he means. “I hardly think I have enough time left to tell anyone anything,” you say, with an unintentional sweep of sadness. “Promise” he whispers to you, while looking at you with begging eyes. Not only the pungent smell of alcohol, but also his seriousness to fly in your face. “I won't tell anyone,” you promise. Without warning, Five starts to move again. He pushed your arm up and curled up on your chest, like a cat looking for warmth.

Seeing five like this was new and made you very afraid to admit it to yourself. He cared so much about maintaining his strong, unbreakable personality that his current behavior frightened you. Despite the unfamiliar feeling of five so close to you, you almost automatically put your arms around his slender torso. His fingers slide onto the sides of your torso, clutching on it as if it was a matter of life or death.

"Five, what's wrong?", you ask him. "I am fucking scared", he lulls. His confession hangs in the air, heavy with the weight of his vulnerability. You can feel your heart rate quicken, the tension in the room shifting as you process his words. It’s a rare glimpse into the inner workings of Five’s mind, and the openness is both unsettling and intimate.

“Scared of what exactly?” you ask gently. “Everything,” he replies, his voice barely above a whisper. “The end of it all… the not knowing". The tremor in his voice sends a shiver down your spine, and you can't help but tighten your hold on him. You want to reassure him, to tell him that everything will be okay, but the truth is you’re scared too. The world outside is crumbling, and the future feels uncertain for both of you. 

He shifts slightly, looking up at you with his tired eyes. “I don’t want to let anyone down. Not you, not the others. I’ve messed up so many times already.” His voice is tinged with a mix of regret and fear, and you can see the conflict waging within him. “If we lose, at least we'll lose together,” you say. It didn't really sound encouraging, but you couldn't think of anything better. “Do you think you'll regret this tomorrow?” you whisper without looking at him. 

Five’s grip on your chest tightens just a little, and you can feel the slight shivering in his body as he processes your words. The silence that follows feels heavy, filled with the weight of the world outside and the vulnerability between you. “No,” he finally murmurs, his voice soft but resolute. “I won’t regret this. I might not remember every detail of tonight, but I’ll remember the way it felt to finally....", you wait for him to end his sentence. 

"feel you", he says, so quietly that you almost missed it.. There is a silence in the room, your body is no longer able to move. Your brain needs some time to process his words. “I went too far, I'm sorry I…” he tries to apologize. He pushes away from your body and leans on his arms. But before he can finish his sentence and move away from you completely, you put your hands around his face and crash your lips into his. 

The moment your lips meet Five’s, time seems to suspend itself. The world outside, with its crumbling chaos, fades into the background, leaving just the two of you in this small, intimate bubble. His initial shock quickly melts away, and he responds with a tentative but heartfelt kiss. His lips are soft and warm, and the urgency in his movements gradually transforms into something more tender and searching.

As you pull away slightly, you can see the surprise in his eyes, mingled with a hint of relief and something deeper that he might not fully understand himself. You’re both breathing heavily, the gravity of the moment settling in. “I didn’t want to...,” Five starts to say, but you place a finger gently over his lips, silencing him. “Don’t,” you whisper, your voice barely more than a breath.

“You don’t have to apologize. Not now. Not ever.” Five’s expression softens, and he looks at you with a mixture of awe and vulnerability. “I’ve been so caught up in trying to control everything, in fighting against the end, that I forgot about what really matters. I didn’t realize... I didn’t realize how much I needed this, how much I needed you.”

Feel free to tell me in the comments, what you think :)

[k9effect]

Academy shenanigans

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Bradley sleeping with Jake despite Natasha's endless warnings to steer clear of him. She gets her "i told you so" moment but picks him up anyways. Also I like the idea that Jake has an Iceman poster in his room for like motivation or smth, but it makes it all so much more awkward for Bradley hahaha featuring gradient maps cause I could not be bothered to colour this properly lol

[miwiheroes]

Light = Truth

So this whole Byler post is literally just based off something that my friend who has a studies film at school said to me about lighting. Me and my friends do a presentation night like every few months and obviously my hyperfixation atm is byler so I did '10 reasons why I think byler could be canon'. My friends were convinced by the end btw, which is fun (and they kept pointing out yellow and blue things afterwards i loved life), but they also contributed so many things that I have never even considered or seen on byler tumblr before.

For example, my friend who studies film (btw we aren't just kids who like movies or smth, we are adults studying film lmao), stopped me during my presentation because I wasn't talking about lighting choices that were super clear.

I guess you can take what they said with a grain of salt because they aren't like, a professional ig, but they said that so many times during film, light is symbolic to mean truth. And it's like... oh my god. Suddenly, after they said that, everything made sense. Of course, light means truth in all these scenes! So I just want to point out two Byler/ Mike is gay moments that I think are related to this:

Light in the Closet tm

Hello??? Why is there a light in the closet here, not just to draw ur attention towards it, but also to symbolise something. Who tf has a light in their closet unless its massive, and why would it even be on in this scene?

The truth is, you're in the closet, Michael. We've all seen these images before and how he has his eyes open, yada yada, but the light literally means truth here, and its framed on his head, like he's thinking of the truth.

In literally the first scene in season 4 with Mike, as we know, we see a closet. That's almost comical. Not only that, but the light is on. Meaning, the truth is, Mike's still in the closet, again it's framed near his head. (Pair this with the one way sign, it's very obvious what they're trying to say here)

Let's talk about this image right here:

First of all, the light is literally shining out of the closet, not just in a blurry fashion, but it's literally a ray of light pointing at Mike who's standing in front of it. This being in the very first scene with Mike in it sets up the sort of arc he has in season 4, the fact that the truth is he's in the closet, but the one way sign shows he's still in it.

I showed this image to my friends during the presentation and the one I mentioned earlier also said that the set designers put the lamp where it is for a reason as well. The lamp in Mike's room is, of course, lighting up Will's drawings on his notice board as well as the buff guy posters. So, his true feelings are that... he likes men. Yah

2. Lights on Will

In the Van scene, everyone knows about how they spent a reallyyyy long time getting the lighting just correct, and if it was meant to mean truth, it all makes sense. (Also to get that heart in Will's eye lmao)

In this shot, (not particularly this frame but yknow) Will is literally bathed in sunlight, and it could just mean that Mike's seeing him in this light because he's pretty to him or something, or it could mean that Will's literally telling the truth/ Will is Mike's truth. Playing D&D and Nintendo for the rest of their lives is really what he wants, as established in season 3.

(my fave byler scene yes pls) When I showed this photo to my friends in my presentation, my film studies friend literally laughed. Yes, it is very very clear what they are trying to tell viewers here. The light is purposefully shining perfectly on Will only. Mike is completely cut off from the light and is in the dark. Some think that it's because he's 'in the dark about Will's feelings' (and yeah he is) but I think it's because by the end of season 4, Will has kind of admitted the truth to himself. He loves Mike, but Mike hasn't admitted his truth, that he loves Will.

However, we get clear foreshadowing for the next season in this scene because:

Mike reaches into the light, for the truth. It also foreshadows him supporting Will more in season 5 perhaps, but the fact that the next shot is this:

kind of just makes it super duper obvious that he's going to (very cheesy but) 'find his truth' or true feelings with Will/ in the next season.

Okay thanks for listening to me ramble about how light = truth, i would love to hear any other moments that could also mean the same thing :) Anyways, byler endgame.

[gh0stsp1d3r]

I need a part 3 to Unemployed, please 🙏

y’all realllyyy like unemployed (me too 😩 smth abt yandere william)

𝒰𝓃ℯ𝓂𝓅𝓁ℴ𝓎ℯ𝒹 𝓅𝒶𝓇𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝓇ℯℯ

Warnings- yandere themes, mentions of yelling, bruises

With a sigh, he ran a hand through his hair. He looked down at the poster he gripped in his hands.

Missing. You were considered missing.

He was just protecting you, doing what he thought was right for you. Whatever, people would forget in a few weeks or so.

“Y/n, bunny.” He mumbled to you, you were still fast asleep. He sighed again, he was on his knees in front of you, trying to get you to wake up, which did not work.

He laid his head on the bed, looking at you.

Was he too rough on you yesterday?

You’d tried to escape, ultimately failing. That caused him to get furious. He threw stuff around, vases, glasses, whatever he could as he yelled at you. You hid in the corner, sobbing into your knees.

He rubbed the bruises he had left on your wrist when he had grabbed it too hard. He needed to go get new locks now, new security measures.

A small part of him felt bad, but the bigger part of him was still angry.

He stood up, deciding to go get some clothes for you and himself.

You started to stir and he looked back.

“Look who’s finally awake.” He said, turning back to the closet. You opened your eyes, and sat up, slightly backing against the headboard.

“Get up. You’re coming to work with me.”

Oh thank god, maybe someone there would help you. You thought.

But when you entered the car and he started to drive, you realized this wasn’t the way to his job.

Where was he going? You didn’t dare ask him.

He stopped his car at an abandoned place, you furrowed your eyebrows when he opened the door. Where were you guys?

You got out and stood up. He grabbed you by the arm as he locked the door. His hand stayed on your arm until you got in, he locked the door to the pizzeria as well.

He led you through, and into a room.

“Stay here. I’ll be back- and I have cameras in every room as well.” He said, standing at the doorway and disappearing.

You looked around the room. Some small tvs were on, video footage. You furrowed your eyebrows at it, and sat down.

You looked around the room, looking for the cameras he was talking about. But you couldn’t, so you looked back at the tvs.

Some animatronics caught your eyes, a purple bunny, a bear and a.. chick? They were.. cute. In a way, creepy but cute.

You then turned your eyes to a moving figure, walking up to them. A yellow bunny, a very tall one at that.

Then the bunny turned to the camera, as if it was looking at you. It looked away again, and back to the curtains.

The bunny was saying something you couldn’t understand, because when he said something, all the others started to move.

You furrowed your eyebrows, confused. That’s when you realized the yellow bunny was William.

They seemed to be having a conversation without talking, it seemed that William was their sort of leader.

It was odd, they were animatronics? How the hell did they move? Hopefully he’d explain it to you more later. You stared at the tvs, interested and intrigued.

The yellow bunny stepped away again, out of sight. You turned around for a moment, thinking you heard something. You ignored it, turning back to the screens, but when you looked back, the animatronics suddenly were gone.

Weird.

Your palms started sweating, you were suddenly nervous. Someone grabbed your shoulder, making you yelp and jump before you turned around.

Just William.

He raised an eyebrow at you. “You okay?”

“Yeah. You.. scared me.” You said, looking down at the ground. He laughed quietly.

“You wanna meet them?”

You looked back up at him now.

“You mean the…?”

“Yeah. C’mon.” He said, holding his hand out for you to hold.

Hesitating, you took it and stood up, quickly shoving his hand off when you did stand up. He was taken aback, but let it go anyways.

He walked towards the curtains again, pressing a button and suddenly, they pulled back and the animatronics were revealed.

You watched them with wide eyes. He sat down and you sat down across from him, as you both watched them.

They better put on the best damn show they’ve ever done in their pathetic little lives, William thought.

Once it was done, he looked at you. The animatronics stared at you as well, as if they were waiting. “What’d you think?” He asked you.

“It was amazing.” You said, looking at them again.

He smiled. “I’m glad.”

You looked at him again. “I don’t get it… are you like.. I don’t know, their leader or something?”

“I made them.”

You looked at him shocked.

“Oh.”

He laughed at your expression. “Don’t worry about them right now. You’ll know soon.” Was all he left it at, and the curtains closed.

[xxzlushiez]

Domestic Bliss

2023! B. Kaulitz x GN! reader

Synopsis: just wanted to write some comforting headcanons about 2023 Bill bc he’s just soooo💙💙

Notes: nothing really, fluff, comfort, showers together, ft: Tom, Georg, Gustav & Heidi

A/N: wanted to whip smth up while trying to come up w ideas💀 requests open😭

- So I’ve been dying to do this so let’s just start off with nightly routines

- After dinner or whatever you both do before bed he makes you both do skincare together

- We all know his skin is as clear asf so he always shows you what he uses and loves to use it on you too

- After you headbutt each other on who gets to brush their teeth first if you only have one sink😭

- I feel generally he likes to be pampered in bed so that means your usually holding him

- But sometimes if he’s feeling especially clingy he’ll be the big spoon

- He’s a early bird

- The exact opposite of when he was a kid it kinda just switched

- His mind is always buzzing and so when he wakes up he is just always moving around

- But when he’s feeling particularly slow like a day after a concert he’ll just watch you sleep or play with your hair

- Admiring you

- When he’s really tired he’s a HEAVY sleeper and so he’ll kick and spread out completely

- One time he shoved you off the bed and felt so bad

- Cradled you like a baby

- It hurt him more than it hurt you honestly💀

- Tried to wrap you in bandages but you had to hold him down to get him to stop😭

- installed the fluffiest carpet after so the impact wouldn’t hurt as much💀💀

- In the morning he loves to cook the most

- Has a shelf dedicated to cook books

- chooses a new dish for you both to try each day

- From different flavored waffles to the most extravagant, tropical meals you could never even think of

- Finds it endearing when you cook with him

- You both just move around each other so effortlessly in the kitchen it’s kinda amazing

- If you somehow wake up before him which is almost impossible and make him breakfast he’s just all over it

- Hugging you while you cook and taking pictures of you

- Always posting you two on Instagram

- Tom and Heidi comment the cutest things on his posts

- @heidiklum Vous êtes beaux tous les deux!! (You both look beautiful)

- @tomkaulitz ❤️

- Naturally you got close to the band because he’s around them the most

- Heidi and you became BEST friends and always surprised the twins with silly things like double dates and mini vacations

- He’s a ‘photos for memories’ guy as we all know and you catch him snapping a pic of you doing minuscule things everyday

- Very affectionate and likes to bring you places you usually wouldn’t go to without him

- Your opinion matters so much to him so he likes taking you with him to go shopping and tries on outfits for you

- asking for your suggestions 24/7

- “Are you sure you like this one Liebchen?”

- “Does this make my butt look small?”

- At home he likes to just lounge around with you

- When showering or taking a bath he’s likes letting you lean against him

- Washes your hair for you even if you don’t ask him too

- Brings you on stage because he likes to show you off

- Fans makes the cutest posters of you guys

- Praising you is his fav activity “Aren’t they so cute guys?! ich liebe dich so sehr”

- Fans love you so much

- They go crazy when you’re randomly pulled on stage during a show

- Leans against you when he’s singing

- Unconsciously gives everyone fan service with how he acts with you onstage

[artfulacrostic]

had my second high definition viewing of atsv in the theater today and here are my favorite details that i missed due to being overwhelmed on my first viewing:

LONG AF POST:

-gwen is literally wearing a rainbow shaped trans pride pin on her jacket with her prom outfit. she's soooo so canon trans <3

-captain stacy HAS A TRANS FLAG PATCH ON HIS POLICE UNIFORM JACKET?????? when i'm telling u my eyes popped out of my head 😳 SHES SO CANON TRANS!!!

-poster outside miles's guidance counselor's office reads: "visions sciences: telling you your story".

-parallel of miles's and gwen's dad kicking things out of general exasperation towards the beginning and end of the movie respectively

-when miles as spidey is talking to his dad and giving him advice (for himself) there's a reference to miles possibly reading vonnegut? (maybe in class??) "if this isn't nice what is" is a collection of kurt vonnegut's commencement speeches. (literally subtitled "advice to the young". the writers were extremely clever for this reference. if not reading it in class, miles has been searching up life advice on his own)

-i barely caught this but i'm PRETTY sure that in miles' room near his door there's a MICHELLE OBAMA presidential race sticker??? was president obama in the earth-1610 dimension michelle obama?? iconic if so

-fedex on earth-1610 is REDEX

-gayatri seems like they took elements of both gwen (police dad) and mj (young model) for her background as i believe i caught her visible on a "zomato" ad billboard (which appears to be the earth-50101 version of ubereats)

-i spent all of hobie's scenes trying to pick up the details of his many pins; but the only one that i could really make out with the quick shot changes besides the union jack pin was the one right above it, which is a three-leaf clover. i wondered if maybe it had some kind of significance to maybe irish independence or smth but i couldn't find anything online that backed that up so not sure what it means. if u know pls drop it in the replies.

-hobie's boots are definitely NOT ladder laced. i KNOW there is concept art and poster art of him with ladder laces but in the actual movie they are 100% crossed. also unlike the poster art, both boots have blue laces, not one blue, one yellow/orange. i wanted to be all on board the ladder lace code train but i'm pretty sure they just made his laces blue so that they could contrast against the red boots and be spidey colors. they probably abandoned the ladder lace part of the visual when someone realized what blue ladder laces meant in lace code. "HAS hobie killed a cop," you ask? given his comic backstory i'd say the odds are HIGH. but i would bet they didn't want people to think that since he's gone through canon event asm-90 ("a police captain close to spider-man is killed by falling rubble during a battle with a nemesis") that there's any possibility THAT was the cop he killed and he's proud of it (since it's supposed to be all abt character development from the ✨trauma✨ of the event)

-during the whole "intervention" scene, while all the other spider-people are facing directly in towards miles and miguel from wherever they are standing in the circle, hobie is the only one whose back is turned. he watches most of the scene over his shoulder. also, during a couple shots facing miles before the entire society of spiders show up, hobie is separated in the shot from all the other main spiders (Peter B, Gwen, Jess, etc) BY MILES. he is visible over one shoulder and everybody else is visible over the other. these two details are great signals of hobie having already MORALLY turned his back on miguel's authoritarianism, as well as giving a nice inverted "devil/angel on the shoulders" nod.

-peter b asks miguel to take a picture of him and mayday since it's her first chase; miguel brushes him off but mayday understands and uses her webshooter to click the camera button on peter b's phone and take a selfie without him noticing 😂😂😂 shes everything to me

-when miguel is pinning miles to the train, after gwen and peter b have caught up, there is a very fast moment when miles calls for help ("PETER!!") and peter doesn't reply to him, but calls out to miguel to calm down (smth like that) instead 🥲 peter for the love of god step up your mentor game and look out for this kid i can't handle it anymore

-when gwen takes the watch hobie made her out of the box, the screen is briefly visible and reads "project botleg". bootleg -> bot -> "botleg"; I SEE YOU HOBIE. people think he's so cool (and he is!!) but he's also just as much of a dork as all the other spiders. what a goofball

-in miles-42's room, a speed bag/speed ball/maize ball is attached to his wall near the door. there are other substantial differences to their rooms, but i think this is clearly a reference to uncle aaron-42's large presence in miles-42's life, given the association from both movies of aaron with the punching bag and miles getting guidance from him/looking to him for support.

-in addition to all the miles-1610 vs miles-42 prowler vs spidey reflection imagery in the end credits, guess who else has several moments of flashing from spider-man colors (red and black at least) to prowler colors (purple and green)?? miguel, that's who. miguel and miles-42/uncle aaron-42 team-up in beyond the spiderverse? or just an extra parallel for the antagonists sharing goals/possibly methods?

OKAY ANYWAY if ppl want i can try and dig up images of some of these but i figured that would make this post long af so that's all for now folks!! go see across the spider verse again and marvel at how much more fine detail you find like me 🕸🕸🕸

[saltylandland]

Marko Grappling Drabble NSFW

I got possessed or smth idk

It started out small, as it always did. The slight pushing and pulling as you two cuddled in your nest. Slowly adding more weight and force into each pull, which in turn gets a push back.

Now you’re battling to get one top, to get the other to submit. Now Marko may have the advantage of strength, a full vamp vs a half. But you know all his weaknesses and target them mercilessly.

You two were in your relaxed clothing, Marko ditching the jacket, but he still has his jeans and crop top on. Which is still more than you, sporting on just your panties and a loose tee.

This was an important distinction, as there was less skin you could attack, and based on how you were wrestling it looks like Marko’s goals have shifted.

Using that one wrestling move you learned in middle school ages ago, you wrapped your leg around his pelvis area and rolled you two over successfully. Only to immediately be bucked off, Marko letting out a cackle that would put a hyena to shame at your failed attempt.

Now it was just a waiting game at this point, as Marko climbed back on top, he didn’t go for a headlock, as is his usual signature. Instead, gets himself in between your thighs and grinds down. Any attempts go to buck off were only met with mockery, and so you resigned yourself to making his goal as difficult as possible.

Pushing and kicking at his head when he bends down to your panties, the exaggerated ripping noise of your underwear makes you huff in annoyance. Diving his head between your thighs, he leaves sloppy kisses on your clit. One hand batting away your pushes, while the other that was still tightly holding onto your panties, held down one of your thighs to keep you anchored to him. Tonguing at your hole, loud sucking and slurping noises echo off of the concrete walls. The posters and blankets doing fuck all to muffle the noises he made. Occasionally humming to add vibration, he suckles on your clit while slowly moving his head back and forth. Revelling in the moans and keens as he eats you out.

As you start to jerk your hips as you get closer, Marko goes faster, spelling nonsense words with his tongue. As soon as you reach climax, Marko crawls up your body. Half delirious from the ruined climax, you still try to wrestle your way out, a little pissed that he ruined a climax due to his impatience.

But that resistance died fairly quickly as he gathered your limbs halfhazardly, pulling you in half as he unbuckled his belt. Pulling down enough to get his dick out Marko wastes no time and slips his cock in one fell swoop. With your legs over his shoulders and bent towards your chest, you feel all the breath leave you for a moment, leaving trails of scratches on his arms as you try to ground yourself.

Giving you a quick once over, he starts off at a brutal pace. His belt coming in harsh contact with your ass as he fucks you. Hugging you close to his body, he watches as your face morphs and you let out little ‘ah ah ah!’s as he pulls you back into his thrusts. But still, you weren’t completely bare and Marko wanted to see your tits bounce. With very little effort, he hooks his fingers in the distressed holes near the collar of the shirt and shreds them. Leaving a gaping hole that outlined your tits.

Slapping him on the arm, you curse at him because that was Paul’s shirt, only for Marko to shoot back, ‘then he’ll love how it looks on you now.’

Pinning your forearms together above your head, he focuses back on fucking you stupid, his free hand moving to toy with your clit and his mouth finding purchase on your chest, nipping at your tits as he fucks you just a bit faster.

It was around this time as you started to curse this boy’s supernatural stamina, leaving no breaks as he builds you up to another climax. And then bulldozes passed that to make you cum again and again

On your nth climax, Marko has yet to find his own climax, and doesn’t let up in anyway, fucking you boneless and switching from fingering you, to eating you out, to teasingly rubbing his cock on your clit, back to fucking you mercilessly.

This time, you can feel him hit something volatile. And he almost immediately senses your panic, as your legs kick out he goes just a bit faster, and just a bit harder with an excited smile. For what exactly? He wasn’t sure but he knew it was going to be great.

Soon enough, you came with a screech, nearly ripping his shirt right off of him as you squirted around his dick. Nearly pushing him out at the force of it.

He blinked.

He needed to make you do that again

And he needs to show the others.

[danganphobia]

but they stay with laios until he falls asleep anyway they barely get any sleep later in the morning themselves.

this is honestly so sweet they r his lesbian parents… AAAAH man laios angst is rlly real. i love farcille sm they are thee understanders TM theyre so sweet,,, theyre probably out here having fun and silly theatre or opera dates … the :3 to me

also also u mentioned chilshi. what r they up to. are they old men yaoi. r they professors or just . job havers. bar owners or smth

oh mah god i havent thought much about chilshi. my beloved old man yaoi. that's ok we're going through my thought process together.

if i were to think about it chilchuck sounds like a miserable medieval history adjunct professor. he's divorced. he sees his daughters like twice a month and they're the reason for his will to live, when he doesn't see them, he hates everything and everyone. he doesn't really like his job. he has tenure. he can do what he wants. when his students ask him if he could repeat the assignment he just says "No." and tells them all to leave his class because lecture time has ended and he refuses to go another minute over. his class exam average is below 40 percent and he doesn't give a fuck. he's waiting for his next paycheck to buy drinks at the local pub.

senshi's a culinary professor. he loves cooking and he loves teaching people how to cook. he's been doing it his whole life. he cooks for the gang during dnd meetings. whenever he's in a kitchen he makes it his own, even if the kitchen doesn't belong to him. if it weren't for him everyone would probably die of dehydration or live on cup ramen and frozen food for entire semesters. he leaves pastries on chilchuck's desk because chilchuck has to mentally prepare himself to help teach a class of 50 uninterested people that do anything but actually pay attention for nearly 3 hours. the pastries are actually what keeps chilchuck going. chilchuck is the one that asks senshi if he wants to go drinking. senshi is a really good listener, chilchuck finds that hot, and tries to sleep with him, but senshi stops him and asks if he could just come over to his apartment and senshi will cook a nice warm meal for him instead and take it slow, because he's a gentleman.

chilchuck actually agrees to it and has a good time. they sleep together but don't have sex, and he wakes up in the morning like damn, i actually have a crush at my big age? that's crazy.

this becomes a regular thing for them until chilchuck can't take it anymore and grabs senshi by the beard and is like "WE NEED TO FUCK. RIGHT NOW." and senshi goes "okay :) after dinner with me first :)" (they have sex).

"how did they get into the dnd club van" falin slapped a bunch of posters around campus with cute doodles and senshi saw it on his way to his classroom. he asked chilchuck if he wants to join sometime in case he's sick of teaching hopelessly unmotivated students. chilchuck thinks about it for a long time but one day when he's so stressed from teaching he joins a meeting and promises it's just "one time only" and ends up becoming a regular.

he brings his daughters to the dnd meetings and marcille is so happy because they're so cute. most of the time they just want to play minecraft and are on their expensive smartphones but they're nice girls. sometimes namari and kabru buy them fast food behind senshi's back when they don't feel like eating healthy.

[wordy-little-witch]

More silly transfem Buggy ideas, Oro Jackson Edition

• Buggy asked a lot of questions as a child, was the reigning CHAMPION of "why". Including being told "you're a boy".

"But why?"

"Because your body is a boy's body, baby blue."

"Why do bodies be different? Why can't I be a girl?"

Roger at that point goes hmmmm, and just shrugs. "Well, you could! The kind of body you have is most common with boys, but I bet some girls have bodies like that too."

• Buggy grew up surrounded by men and fellas and dudes. The interactions with women were sparse, limited, and always temporary. The closest to a recurring feminine presence was Rouge, a few gals on Whitebeard's crew, and eventually Toki.

• when Buggy is about 8, she tells Roger that she wants to be a girl. Roger just ruffles her hair, picks her up to plop on his knee, and says, "Then a girl you are, my little buglet. I don't care if you're a girl, a boy, neither or both - you'll always be mine, and so you'll always be loved. Okay?"

"Okay... thanks, Cap."

• Rayleigh treated it like smth of a flight of fancy. He thought she was doing it because of smth else, so he tried pulling the whole "come to me in a year. If you still wish you were a girl, we'll talk then." It's unintentionally a pretty damaging thing, especially because Rayleigh even refuses to let her grow her hair out. It's during Buggy hissing, screaming, crying to get out of the mandatory hair cuts that Roger learns about it. Shanks went running for him.

• speaking of Shanks, he's the poster child for Ride Or Die. Buggy's shy about shopping but wants a dress? He's coming up with disguises. Buggy wants to present femme on ship but is scared of being made fun of? Shanks is putting on the MOST outlandish outfit he can and has 16842084 plans to make a ruckus. Buggy wants to experiment with her makeup? He's got a PhD in Hype Man Studies, from the University Of Besties.

• Buggy exploring her gender leads to Shanks exploring his own. He's a guy, he's comfortable with that, but he's also among the many who swear by maxi skirts bc those are COMFY holy shit. He's just a dude who sometimes wears a skirt.

• someone once made a side remark about Buggy being on the crew during a fight, they call her an it and thing.

Their head hits the ground just seconds afterwards.

• Whitebeard and Roger have semi-regular fight dates, like playdates but worse, after which the crews hang out and party. The one after Buggy comes out and has gotte some more confidence, she is bouncing around the crews, all big grins and talking to the girls and getting fussed over, or she's playing with the younger crew members and Shanks. He take one look at Buggy, beaming with her tiny little pigtails, her leggings, the mini skirt, blouse, and boots. He opens his mouth.

"We can't steal her, pops."

"But we could...!"

• Toki and Oden half adopt Buggy and Toki is adamant on passing down the Wano Rites to Buggy as well. Momo and Hiyori may be Wano's by blood, but Buggy is Wano's by soul and Toki refuses to let this girl slip through the cracks.

• Roger once heard someone call Buggy weak for being a girl and was ready to step in to handle it when Buggy just... goes feral. She beats the ever loving snot outta the guy, ends it with a "how's THAT for weak, dickbag!!"

He has to wipe away a tear. He's so proud.

• both cabin kids had special nicknames, and the main ones used by Roger for them are:

Shanks as the Red Menace (Menace)

Buggy as Pirate Princess (often just Princess)

((Both of them have those tattooed in their adulthood))

• Rouge meets Buggy and Shanks pre-coming out, greets them post like "hey boys!" Buggy corrects her hesitantly. Rouge is silent for a moment, turns on her heel, leaves, and immediately pops back, going "hey brats!!" Buggy had a moment of terror which then became relief-annoyance-embarassment-gratitude. Shanks just went from 🙂 to 😡 to 😃.

• Teach had a puppy crush on Buggy, which made her ALL KINDS of uncomfortable. She hated him from the start.

• she would put up with it tho on occasion for Missions. Nothing big, but when Rayleigh or someone else annoyed her and the crews were close, she'd run away to Whitebeard's crew and he'd help her gaslight the FUCK out of the other's. Just. Her in his lap, Roger in the fetal position on the deck like "pleeeaaassseee gimme my babbyyyyyyyy-"

Buggy, fighting an evil lil grin, turns to whitebeard like, "pops, is the weird man, okay?"

"I don't know, my girl, but don't mind him - my old friend here is an odd one."

"Okay, papa."

Roger makes a sound like a dying whale.

• Shanks bought Buggy a fancy custom hair piece for her birthday with matching earrings. Buggy then grabbed him by the collar and manhandled him beneath her to put one in his ear. He still wears it to this day. She wears the other one.

• Buggy is quick to crush, slow to LOVE, which was AGONY because Roger, Rayleigh, Gaban, Oden and Bullet were all varying g levels of WILDLY OVER PROTECTIVE. On the one hand - she's growing up 🥰. On the other? She's growing up!!!! 😨

• Bullet was frankly one of the WORST. Buggy was, to him, Baby Sister. Shanks was Baby Brother. Nobody, repeat NOBODY, was good enough for his little siblings. He and Roger were on the same page there. It led to some frankly mortifying yet hilarious hijinks.

• Roger was the type of man to get drunk and become COMPLETELY over the top with the love and affection. Buggy and Shanks were equal opportunity snuggle buddies, against their wishes. Shanks would wriggle to get to the booze himself. Buggy would just go limp and whine.

• the first time Buggy met Iva, she was starry eyed and scared. Roger held her hand the whole time, even as he threatened Ivankov with every single thing he could imagine, all sweet faced and menacing. That was how they found out Buggy's Devil fruit made her immune to piercings as well. She'd have to transition the old fashioned way, and use seastone for injections or sutures.

• Buggy actually cried that day.

• Crocus then requested Iva let him have a sample of their feminizing hormone to try his hand at synthesizing for Buggy. It never worked.

• Buggy goes on to find ways of transitioning that she can actually safely do, and Iva even goes on to reach out to other medical professionals to find options. If one girl couldn't be helped with their Devil fruit, who else was there? Who else needed the extra assistance? It inadvertly starts a wave in the medical community.

It's late and I'm running on fumes so nini for now okay ily baiiii

[p0orbaby]

oooh a squishverse request (if you want)❕️

where squish is older (perhaps in highschool?), and starts dating someone, and maybe wanda gets a tad too overprotective, and they're having an argument, and wanda accidentally says smth too harsh to squish

(squish's emo, teenage rebellion phase 💀)

Breaking Point

warnings: some heavy arguing, language, just angst

a/n: welp

word count: 763

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You had always been responsible. Calm and collected and the poster child for parents. Wanda and Natasha couldn’t count how many times they’d bragged about your achievements. Good grades. Track meets. Not a detention slip in sight.

They didn’t see it coming. It wasn’t something either of them had on their bingo cards. Even when you mentioned you’d started dating someone. Even when you changed your flowy floral dresses to ripped jeans and band Tees. They never imagined this.

It had been building for days. Bubbling under the surface whilst Wanda’s concerns stoked the fire. It started with the company you kept. Your parents were never one to control your life, but your drastic change in attitude had them troubled. Then there were curfews. Missing one could be forgiven, missing most of them could not.

It all came to a head that night, once again, as the clock ticked past midnight. The rain had subsided, leaving behind the scent of wet pavement and the sound of distant thunder. You returned home late, your wet footsteps echoing through the quiet house.

As you entered the living room, you froze. The room was dark, and your mom was sitting on the couch, her expression barely readable as she sat in the shadows. The glow of the single lamp distorting her features.

You shifted on the spot. Soles squeaking against the floor from the rain. It was then that you saw her expression change. Her eyes flitting to where you’d involuntarily touched your neck. Hiding a hickey you received only an hour earlier

"Mom, I can explain," you began, but before you could say anything else, she erupted.

“Explain?” Wanda scoffed. “You really think an explanation is going to save you. A hickey! Really?”

You hesitated for a moment. "I didn't think it was a big deal," you mumbled.

Wanda's face turned red with fury. "Not a big deal? You come home late, with marks on your neck, and you think it's not a big deal?"

Natasha had been drawn to the commotion, and she entered the room, concern etched across her tired features. She tried to intervene, "hey, it’s late. Let’s all get some sleep and talk about this in the morning”

But Wanda was beyond reasoning. She stood up, shrugging off Natashas soothing hand, her voice rising to a near-shout. “You’ve pushed your luck one step too far”

“I’m not a kid anymore” you counter. “So what if I want to go out and drink or make out with people. Or have sex even”

“Oh” Wanda turns to Natasha, arms raised in disbelief. “Did you hear that! She wants to start having sex now”

“Fuck you”

Your words were venom laced and bitter in your mouth. You never talked like that. Ever.

Wanda's eyes widened in shock, and Natasha's attempt to mediate the situation seemed to have failed miserably. The room crackled with tension as you and your mother exchanged heated looks, both of you pushed to your limits.

After a while, Wanda's voice quivered, with anger or disappointment you couldn’t tell, "Is this what you've become? Is this who you want to be?"

You were seething, your emotions a turbulent storm inside you. "I want to be me, not the perfect child you've always expected me to be!"

Natasha, sensing that things were spiraling out of control, tried once more to intervene. "Enough, both of you! This isn't helping anyone"

But Wanda, her face contorted with a mix of disappointment and frustration, had had enough. "You know what, if this is the path you want to take, then go ahead. But don't expect us to support your reckless choices”

With those final words, Wanda turned and stormed out of the room, leaving you and Natasha standing there. The echoes of the argument fading into a heavy silence before she followed in her wife’s footsteps up to the second floor of the house.

You were left alone, shocked with your own actions and the realisation that you had shattered the image your parents had held of you for so long. As you retreated to your room, you couldn't help but wonder if this newfound independence was worth the rift it had created between you and the two people who had always been your biggest supporters.

The rain outside continued to fall, a somber backdrop to the turmoil that had unfolded within the walls of your home. It was a night you would never forget, a night that marked a turning point in your life, whether for better or for worse, only time would tell.