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[the-witch-of-woods-beyond]

me: posts about clarke having to murder finn (the boy she loved) due to lexa’s conditions for a truce she backed out of in the last minute, double crossing clarke’s people for her long-standing enemy (that had been kidnapping and slowly killing her people for a century, even though she had the upper hand in the war) and causing clarke to make one of the most detrimental decisions of her life (murdering everyone in the mountain) that stays with her even years later

rebloggs: omg people shipping clexa in 2024 🤪

me: ................ 👀👀👀👀👀👀👀

[ivelte]

I really liked the game <3

[hellsite-hall-of-fame]

Please can someone tell me what meat of the hog Thursday is. I’m feeling very lost and confused

could someone also tell me what this is? I have legitimately no clue

someone help anon and me please

[entwnii]

it’s already late at night when 𝐌𝐈𝐘𝐀 𝐀��𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐔 walks out of the gym, his sport bag in his hand.

the droplets of water falling from his platinum blonde hair run down his face and the back of his neck. paired with the chill breeze of the night, it makes a trail of shivers run down his spine and goosebumps appear on his light skin.

god, why did he forget to bring a towel ?

he grabs his keys from the back pocket of his shorts before opening the car’s door, throwing his sport bag somewhere on the backseat while he slides down on the driver seat.

he turns his car on, a white porsche 718 spyder, hoping that his hair will dry during the ride home before driving off to your shared apartment.

the wind that blows through his blonde locks makes the pro athlete sigh in contentment, a small smile appearing on his slightly chapped lips as he drives through the busy streets of osaka, the neon lights of the stores lighting his face in various colors.

it doesn’t take him longer than twenty minutes to get to his residence, parking his convertible car in it’s usual spot.

atsumu grabs his bag’s handle and gets out of the car before locking it. he walks over to the apartment building’s entrance, opening the door and making his way to the staircase.

once he reaches the third floor, he walks over to the door of your shared apartment, the only one on the third floor.

the blonde-haired man unlocks the front door with his keys before stepping inside.

your fiancé carefully closes the door behind him, not wanting to wake you up. he kicks his shoes off his feet before placing his sport bag on the floor next to the door.

atsumu’s dark brown eyes are attracted by a small light coming from the living room.

his eyebrows furrowed in confusion, the pro volleyball player walks over to the living room, scratching the back of his neck.

the frown on his face immediately disappears at the sight in front of him, a fond smile replacing it.

the television is on, mamma mia is currently playing on the screen, one of your favorite movies. there’s a plate of muffins on the coffee table, blueberry and lemon ones with powdered sugar icing on top along with a glass bottle of lemonade.

all the while you are laying on the skandi couch, facing the television, visibly asleep. one of your cheeks is pressed against the back of your hand, your eyes closed and your plump lips slightly parted. soft breaths escape you as one of atsumu’s large shirts is draped over your body.

despite all of his efforts not to wake you up, atsumu’s foot bumps into one of the couch’s footers, making him yelp at the sudden pain, which wakes you up.

atsumu watches as you turn around, facing the couch’s back, a frown on your face while a small whine escapes you. your eyelashes flutter open, trying to adjust your eyesight to the light coming from the television.

as you sit up, you start rubbing your eyes, letting a groan of complain before finally glancing to the side, glaring at your fiancé.

“sorry, baby.” atsumu flashes you a small smile, a hint of regret visible in his eyes, despite his urge to laugh at your sleepy appearance.

“how’s my future mama ?” he asks as he places his hands on the back of the skandi couch, leaning towards you.

“fine, but she was quite calm until you arrived.” you accusingly tell him, a subtle frown on your features as you place a hand on your baby bump.

“‘t’s not my fault she likes my voice.” atsumu lets out a chuckle, placing a hand on the side of your face, turning your head to place a small peck on your plump lips. “only two months left…”

you let out a small hum at his words, looking up at him with sleepy eyes.

atsumu parts away from your plump lips, licking his own. “imma eat somethin’, what do ya wanna eat ?”

you scratch the bridge of your nose with your nails, thinking about his offer. “i want vanilla ice cream… with olive oil and salt.”

atsumu nods his head at your request, a small ‘kay’ leaving his lips before he walks over to the kitchen.

he knows better than to criticize your cravings, especially since it isn’t the weirdest one out of your seven months of pregnancy.

your fiancé turns on the kitchen’s lights, scratching the back of his neck as he walks around the kitchen to gather the ingredients.

he grabs two bowls from one of the drawers before turning over to the fridge and opening it. he grabs the vanilla ice cream container along with his oatmeal and the milk.

atsumu places a good amount of oatmeal into his bowl before pouring some milk on top and putting the bowl on the side.

he then begins to scoop out some vanilla ice cream, placing it in the second bowl before grabbing the olive oil. he pours a trail of the oil on top of the ice cream and sprinkles some sea salt on top.

the blonde-haired boy wipes the kitchen counter, cleaning the small mess he made, and puts the ingredients back in the fridge.

he grabs both the bowls, along with two tablespoons and walks back to the living room.

“here ya go, pretty girl.” atsumu announces with a grin on his face as he hands you your bowl and a spoon.

he slides on the skandi couch right next to you and digs into his oatmeal. he glances over at you, his grin widening as he watches the pleased expression on your face as you savor the ice cream.

“do you want to try it, ‘tsumu ?” you ask as you look over at atsumu, pointing to the mixture in your bowl with your spoon.

“nah, i’m not trustin’ you with that.” he shakes his head, a loud laugh escaping him.

safe to say that you were pissed at him after that, which only made him laugh more.

[arcanegifs]

Arcane Gif Requests: anon ↳ "You're doing great, Chuck. Here, for your troubles."

[meowonaise]

my miki for this years @sf-a2collab :)!! happy 15th miki!!

[quackle]

we gon get you that win brotha, TRUST!!!!!

[karda]

redraw i never finished. gift for u ❤️

[freshbaked-bread]

all the things i cannot hold in this body full of holes...

(this is now available as a print :3)

[fernifox]

Could you sum up each of the strawhats' characters in one picture? Not symbolism or anything, just one frame of them being their glorious goofy selves, pretty please?

Hi! Sorry this took so long! They all care for each other so much, luffy causing problems by jumping on Zoro, Zoro and Sanji arguing, Sanji bringing snacks to the girls, Nami and Robin chatting away about whatever comes to mind, Usopp and franky tinkering on new tools for the crew, chopper tending to everyone’s health and playing with them, Brook playing soothing songs as they all enjoy the warmth of the sun, and Jinbe still learning the dynamics of the crew, watching over everyone like a doting dad.

I wanna color this eventually,,, I finished the background ages ago but it burnt me out so it took a bit before I got everyone lined properly.

[iheartmothz]

there is something really funny about jaune and suns dynamic in rwby chibi. jaune started hating him right after blake mistaked him for sun. and then after that sun slammed a door on him. and then after that sun called him cheap.

and sun just doesnt like jaune, no reason given he just doesnt like him. its perfect.

i think thats beautiful.

[silentsockfeet]

with the obvious addendum that act 3 isn’t out yet and we can’t form true opinions until the show’s officially done, i’m still really feeling like it could have maybe benefited from a third season. they’re hitting all the right plot points and those moments are full of really intense emotion, but everything in the middle feels so underwhelming in comparison and so much of it still feels rushed to me. idk

[dyna-myght]

Honestly tho Ariana’s performance did surprise me a lot. I kept seeing her interviews and stuff of her making little remarks that Glinda is closeted. But I do feel like she did play Glinda that way and I really really hope she played it that way a little stronger when part 2 comes out.

[creaturefeaster]

may we see the doodles,,

it's messy sorry but i found it. frigus gets his hair cut but typically they're a little more fluffy.

[ohbo-ohno]

Mmmmmm thinking about creepy CO's again.

Could be any of the 141 boys tbh, that see a pretty little Private trotting around base on her off time, showing off her body candy. A tongue piercing, a few in her ears, those are fine, if a bit out of line. But what really gets his blood pressure jumping is the visible outline of the little bars through her nipples.

Maybe he storms up to her, flexing his rank and demanding that she report to his quarters. Despite knowing that all her bling is perfectly within regs, she goes anyway. Poor little thing, so scared of the infamous soldiers of the Task Force 141. She should be more scared of the fact that he's going to personally remove all of her body jewelry, stroke around the hole to make sure it's healed. He's just concerned is all. Are your nipples too sensitive? Does your tongue ache? Do you clean that belly button piercing enough? He's going to find out.

🤟

i neverrr write canonverse cod fics because i have absolutely positively 0 interest in learning how the military works

that being SAID, creepy predatory co's 141 is a concept that lives rent free in my head. i have nothing to add to it, but you should go read one of my fave soap fics ever - @peachesofteal's soap/cypher series. it's the PERFECT canonverse creepy boss 141 au!!!

[captainmartin20]

shootaround.