#IDIOT ALERT!!!!

[bipolargreen]

Crowley being jump-scared by “Jim”/Gabriel remains one of the funniest scenes in the entire show. Crowley’s horrified scream will never not be funny 😆

[introspectivememories]

im sorry but i choose to believe that tim drake is the most insufferable "my man, my man, my man" girl about bear. he does not shut up about him. steph is cooking smth in the kitchen? oh my man can do that. bear cooks really well. dick triaging some poor victim on an emergency site? oh my man is really good at that. mhmm, bear is on his way to becoming a paramedic. damian building something? oh my man is really good with power tools. have you ever seen him build ikea? it takes him less than an hour. for our anniversary, he built me a coffee table. mhmm isn't he amazing? yeah my man did that. yeah my man, mhmm that's my ma-

[sceebybeeby]

⚠️spoilers for the entire aj trilogy lol⚠️

is this even anything? don't answer if it isn't

[sosagely]

to say kara's elated would be the understatement of the century. when the announcer calls savannah's name, kara's out of her seat in a flash. she cheers louder than she ever has in her life. she can see the excitement scrawled across sav's face, can feel the adrenaline puring off her, and it just makes kara's heart ache with unadulterated joy. there's no one who deserves it more. watching sav accept the award leaves her light-headed and giddy, clapping and cheering with a euphoric buzz.

when sav returns to the table, kara leans in close to congratulate her again, but suddenly the world implodes. sav's lips are soft and warm against her own, no doubt leaving behind a lipstick smudge like the ones littering the edges of her glass. kara FREEZES. shocked into a state of paralysis, mind going blank as her body locks up. her expression schools itself into one of complete neutrality.

the hum of the crowd snaps her out of the moment. FUCK. FUCK. no doubt there were cameras circling like vultures, and if they caught a whiff of this ... a glint out of the corner of her eye catches her attention. OF COURSE. she moves quickly, lurching forward to pull sav into a hug. she can hide the red of her lips against sav's shoulder, and tilt them to hide to panic on sav's face. after a moment she speaks, lips brushing against her best friend's shoulder with the awkward positioning. ❝ the cameras. ❞ she warns quietly, tightening her hold. ❝ don't give them a reason to talk about something other than your win, okay? ❞

when she's sure the camera's have moved onto other target, namely the shenanigans a few tables over, kara pulls back. there are so many questions circling her head. she doesn't voice a single one. it was just the BUZZ of winning, a spur of the moment decision based on adrenaline and champagne. right? her chest aches at the thought, but it's better to break her own heart than get her hopes up. ❝ you did it! ❞ the smile she forces might be muted, but the warmth in her eyes is genuine. ❝ god, i'm so proud of you, SUPERSTAR. ❞

@sosagely requested a song! - [ celebration ] a joyful and exuberant kiss to celebrate an achievement or milestone

𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐥𝐛𝐮𝐦 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫. horizion dreams won a grammy for album of the year. the moment happened so fast, vision blurred and excitement bubbled in her gut. she didn't have a speech prepared, didn't even think she would have made it here. hugs are exchanged with both kara and jay before making her way up to the stage.

once she returns to the table they are seated at, the smile kara has warms whatever ice had found its way into her heart in the last few years of her career. ❝ i did it! ❞ savannah beams before pulling the other woman closer and placing a passionate kiss to her lips. her iconic red lips, leaving a stain on kara's.

that is the least of her worries as she pulls away, eyes wide. oh god. what did she just do? that was supposed to just stay in her head but in the heat of her excitement she just went for it. she hadn't tried to make a move on kara since their sophomore year of college... and while the blonde may be her muse, its never been expressly stated out loud... and now she just kissed kara in front of all these people. savannah just prayed it wasn't on tv, too.

too afraid to speak, aqua eyes just search her best friend's face for any sort of sign. anger, happiness, sadness, literally any emotion would do.

[whenthelightisrunninglow]

undertale comic dubs so devastating i have to draw happier skeletons to cope. and sans

[lymmsweb]

You call the shots babe, i just wanna be yours

🕷pairing : miguel o’hara x spider!reader

🕷word count : 1199

🕷tags : mutual pining, makeout session, slight angst

🕷summary : Miguel needs a quick break, you’re the only one that can get him to get a breath of fresh air.

Miguel had been cooped up in his office at the Spider HQ reviewing reports on potential threats to the multiverse, he had a admirable work ethic that was near impossible to break him out of, that was one of the traits many respected him for. Bags were starting to form under his eyes as the silence of the night filled the air until Lyla would chime in a statistic or overview, he paid no mind to his slight fatigue and continued typing and swiping away at the holographic screens. Lost in thought he didn’t hear your soft footsteps become louder and close in on him, a warm coffee filled mug you had made him was slightly burning your fingertips as you held onto it.

“Miguel?” you called out to him, making him smile to himself at the sound of your voice. He stopped what he was reading, turning around to look at you.

“What are you doing here?” he questioned with concern, no malice laced in his tone “It’s so late.” He took you in, the way your hair was ruffled just the right amount, the way the moonlit night casted blue shadows on your best features and how you always greeted him with a smile.

You handed him the mug, his eyes lighting up as his fingers touched yours momentarily “You’ve been in here all day, I haven’t seen you at all!” A bittersweet feeling dried up his mouth, he was glad you thought of him but he felt like he should push you away as to avoid heartbreak, he knew that most of the time in every dimension Spiderman’s love life was a cruel joke.

“I’ve been working.” he brought the mug to his lips taking a sip of the coffee, not once breaking eye contact “Thanks.” He grimaced slightly, he hated coffee though he’d never tell you that.

“Take a break Mi-” you tried to reason

“I’ve got too much work.” he tried to make any excuse as to not give in

“Please?’ you leaned closer to him, inviting and tempting him. He stared hard. His heart beat in a frenzy, he heard how the pulse quickened in his ears yet his poker face wasn’t even slightly cracking. His mind raced from all the different outcomes that you could tangle him in or, all the situations he had to untangle in his work, his inhibition slowly crumbling away every second he felt your warmth radiating into him.

“Please.” you softly pleaded placing your hand on his wrist, sending electrical like shocks to him that make a shiver run down his spine. He finally felt how his eyes ached, his head hurt and his suit felt unbearingly uncomfortable.

“Fine, fine you win,” he took another sip of the drink, resisting the urge to gag “where do you want to go?”

You let him go and pondered for a bit, nothing would be open at these late hours and he desperately needed an escape from the stuffy air indoors. “We could climb to the roof?” you suggested, he simply gave you a curt nod and you two started walking through the long passageways of the HQ in a comfortable silence. Almost no one was there at the time, only a handful of Spider-people stayed to catch up with old friends.By the time you two made it outside he had already finished the drink you gave him, placing it on a random table you two passed by.

“See how good the air feels?” you exclaimed, sticking to the side of the building by your feet and started to walk up it as if gravity did not apply to you. He watched you, your hair drooped down exposing more of your features, the carefree way you carried yourself and how much his heart burned with passion. Once you were a couple meters above him he jumped up too, right alongside you. He straightened his back as he matched your pace, his eyes staring blankly at the moon and stars that shon brightly whilst the air started to freshen his mind up. All that could be heard was the sound of cars drifting by as if they were in no rush, the apartments surrounding the tall building had some rooms illuminated in bright colours, adding a sense of personality to the charming view.

“Thanks.” he glanced over to you, trying his best to be sneaky.

“For what?” you looked over to him, he was staring at you like he was star struck. Miguel’s eyes wandered to your lips, eyes and blushed cheeks as every syllable escaped your mouth.

“I never realized how beautiful…” he hesitated, unsure of what would spill out of his mouth “Nueva York is at night.” A disappointed sigh escaped his lips as he finished his statement, he couldn’t care less on what Nueva York looked like. Breaking away from his gaze you looked around, the ground looked so far away that cars looked like small insects passing by in an orderly line. All the stars illuminated you two and the building you were scaling, only a couple meters from the very top a rush of excitement passed over you. You responded to him with a small noise of agreement as you finally made it to the top. Sitting down as you looked at the city he fought so hard to protect, he sat down with you too, shoulders touching each other without either of you saying a word. His muscles relaxed into your touch. Each breath he took the fatigue was slowly catching up to him.

“Por dios it’s been ages since i’ve felt like this.” he shifted his leg so it was pressed up against yours whilst he fiddled with his fingers

“You need,” looking over to him your faces were mere inches apart, he never once stopped looking at you. His lips were parted showing just the tip of his fangs, his breath smelt like black coffee and his red eyes were mixing beautifully with the blue hues of the night. His suit retracted just so his bare hands were on display, bringing them to your lips and gently felt your lips “a break.” you breathlessly finished your sentence just before he closed the distance, his chapped lips gracefully glided against yours whilst his hands held your jaw in place. He turned his body to lean into the kiss more, effectively shielding you from the cool air as he covered you with his body. your hands roamed from his waist all the way up to his hair, slightly tugging it which drove him crazy. A sudden feeling of hunger took control over him, he roughly deepened the kiss as his hands started to push you into him from the nape of your neck. His fangs slightly nicked your tongue which resulted in a faint metallic taste mixed with your saliva. The lack of air was making your lungs scream for oxygen. Placing your hands on his chest you firmly pushed him signaling him to stop which he understood almost immediately, both of you were left breathless afterwards, panting and smiling as you two just looked at each other.

“Guess i should take more breaks?”

a/n: Por dios - For god’s sake. I got the title from this song! Any criticism is welcome and i didnt proofread too in depth:) Also huge brainrot for this himbo

[dreamings-free]

what success are you talking about? if it’s the sold out gigs that’s thanks to fans not his team, same with his number 1 album. what success does his big and almighty team bring to the table?

okay I’m taking the bait here.. but sweetie, you cannot be this fucking dense

who do think planned the entire album campaign, was it fans? every interview, every tv appearance, radio, press? the release schedule, production and distrubution, the entire marketing plan with billboards, video content, social media, advertising? who planned louis’ and his band and crew’s travel, hotels, meals to every place the did promo..? did fans do that?

did fans book the tours? figure out the locations, the schedule, the venue sizes, the travel, visas, permits? who booked the hotels, the tour buses, the transport of an enourmous production, instruments and gear, crew, catering? and everything that happened in between album and tours, like the AOTV release and premieres, the live stream events, the promo trip to latam, the live album campaign, FEQW and AFHF? who booked all the festivals? fans did that??

wtf do you even think an artist's management does? that they're just there for the parties? for the love of f… go read this article, this article and every article on this site too until you understand in your tiny brain the unbelievable amount of work and people it takes to plan and execute the business that is louis tomlinson - and any other artist of that size. and stop coming at me with this nonsense lmao

but honestly I kinda hope you're some troll because otherwise.. 🤯

[ivypendragon2]

Season 6 part 3 leaks make no sense in my head, but if they SOMEHOW end up being real, I’M DONE.

[argonianfeather]

Been seeing people make Daedra OC and wanted to join but I didn't want to do any of the typical humanoid ones, so, Here's Scryer!

(OC Lore-Dump Under Read-More!)

Originally an aspiring elven mage (though in the millenniums past, they have forgotten which type of mer they were, having partial amnesia on much of their mortal life) they were appointed as one of Miraak's personal Seekers back in the Merethic Era and

Fucking hated it.

While mildly above average in terms of combat prowess, they much prefer their study and research to fighting. Now thanks to the LDB soul sucking dragon man to death, they took the chance to bail from Apocrypha and now live deep in a secluded cave on Solstheim, were they can be a cranky old book-demon reading there esoteric tomes in peace.

[the-ozzie]

When he calls you ignorant...

Sebastian Little Bitch Sallow has such a way with words.... sighhhhhhh

[fisheito]

My favourite fantasy lately is Kuya kidnapping Eiden and bringing him to a house in the woods to punish him for endangering himself during some adventure. Kuya keeps Eiden in bondage and constantly on edge, teasing and denying him. And Eiden just takes it without asking to be let out, allowing Kuya to vent his fear and frustration, because he's nice like that.

But, at some point, even the strongest little soldiers break, and just when Eiden is about to shatter from all the stress and Kuya's oppressive anxiety, Quincy comes for the rescue. He's the only one who managed to find that little wooden shack in the middle of nowhere (you know, because Kuya's allowed him to), and he comes in and persuades Kuya to relent.

Kuya hasn't even given Eiden any dick in all the (three? four?) days they've been at it, so serious he was about the discipline aspect!

Eiden cries when Kuya finally fucks him, and Quincy makes him spill

this just reminds me of Billowing Wildfire Kuya R2 where eiden saID sO HImself

i would not be surprised if kuya went full speed into an evil edging hostage situation because he doesn't know how to process eiden's mortality

[decoy-sammy]

Chalkboard looking sketches I suppose.

Redfire and Prowlscream.

[tommytomatoe]

asher and milo's friendship has the same vibe as tyler the creator and asap rocky's and i can't explain it but it just makes sense.

its so perfect i don't even have to tell you who's who. if someone could draw milo and ash like this i'd give you my first born child.

[smoosnoom]

u ever watch two mutuals slowly fall in love with one another on the feed

[irkendogma]

really liking the little sign they have outside shloogorghs in frycook

[mixyyyx3]