#So if that's changed or smth lmk

[violent138]

If Duke had gotten his powers younger he would've definitely abused them to read books under the covers when he was supposed to be asleep.

[rainofthetwilight]

with the amount of LMK stuff on my twitter tl I am this 👌 close to watching LMK at this point

[byanyan]

don't mind me hopping on the ig profile bandwagon today... byan's an ig junkie, how could i resist??ㅤ©

[radiaking]

+ memes / accepting!

@stcrforged (lea) said: the price is steep

        "Ain't if fuckin' always," Cooper replies, looking down at the broken Pip-Boy on the counter between them. The thing is junk as far as he's concerned—though perhaps that's just his own deep-seated prejudices against its creators—but Lucy insists its important and useful. "How steep?"

[doctornota]

@enchiiridion liked for an event starter

TO SAY LEONARD IS DISTRESSED would be an understatement.

He holds a distinct awareness that something is wrong with him, not just physically but emotionally, but does not know the cause nor the cure. More upsetting than that, he knows that the rest of the city is similarly affected. He finds himself sorely wishing ( not for the first time ) for the equipment available in the Enterprise's science labs, the expertise of her teams— what if these people are suffering, and he's not doing enough to fix it?

Maybe he should be at the hospital running tests on himself. He's already been doing that, but a ninth check over couldn't hurt. Head down and pace quickened, absorbed in all the what-ifs, he doesn't even see the man heading towards the apartments until he's bounced right off him.

"Shit, I'm sorry." He's at the other's side in an instant, hands smoothing out the front of his shirt and held to steady him - attempting to check his pulse, the dilation of his eyes - it's all very overbearingly hovering. "You alright? Need an ice pack? Some coffee? I can... god, I don't know, buy you a sandwich?"

[roseguided-arch]

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐆 𝐋𝐀𝐃𝐘 𝐃𝐎𝐄𝐒𝐍'𝐓 𝐏𝐑𝐀𝐘 𝐌𝐔𝐂𝐇 𝐀𝐍𝐘𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄, not like when she was a girl, but she can still find solace in the godswood. to sit beneath to crimson colored leaves, to have the ghost of winter air over her cheeks & to sit in silence. here, she remembers her mother. her father. her siblings. sansa closes her eyes, tilting her head back as cold wind rushes to her pale cheeks to turn them a tinted red color. a breath pushed from her lungs from lips in a puff of smoke, the distant crunch of snow making eyes open & her eyes turn to see someone she hadn't expected. had cregan forgotten to mention they were having a visitor ? & a crowned prince, at that. arms are tucked close inside her cloak, though sansa doesn't stand right away. she smiles, however, ❛ how're you fairing in t'cold, your grace ? ❜ asked in a lighthearted tone. ❛ i do hope vhagar is fairing well. i've been told dragons do not much like the cold. ❜

[ * @lvscinvs liked for a starter from sansa stark ! ]

[balladetto]

cont. from here / @gloryseized

     The words don't come out the way he wants them to.

     In truth, this is a conversation Link's thought about for a while. He used to have the feelings prepared on the tip of his tongue, flattened against his teeth when the nights fell on them especially gently. He'd look over at Shion — asleep, or keeping watch, or passing him the ladle to their stew, or simply breathing — and imagine smiling: big enough that his teeth would show and a voice he doesn't have would slip past them to wrap it up perfectly.

     A stilted, "I trust you," is less than nothing against all that imagining.

     Shion understands and takes it anyway.

     There's a barely visible mist curling around their ankles. The shrine behind them casts a blue glow across the side of Shion's face. This is, in some part, about the sword that sits in the pedestal a glade's cut away, but Link pretends this isn't about it at all for one selfish moment. He smiles back as his companion shares a sentiment of too — I trust you too — infected by a warmth that rushes from his head down to his toes in a full-soul brightening.

     It's not a question of if when Shion opens his arms. Link's head ducks, something shy more than something scared, and even as his hands clench and unclench in his usual indecision, he pushes those steps closer to sink into that embrace. He grips as he always does when they hug, small fistfuls of a blue tunic he's come to find as comforting as the one who wears it.

[leejiieuns]

“Should he really be here for this?” Seungmin’s voice was low, enough for only Jaeha to hear him. He was careful to keep his face neutral, not wanting Daeun to see how much he disapproved of her letting Jitae tag along with her, and while Seungmin wasn’t exactly the type to make anyone feel unwelcome, he wasn’t sure the other guy’s presence was a good thing. “If his family is involved, how can we be sure he isn’t?”

[hamadacare]

the day @waitlifted arrived in San Fransokyo

Today is the day, the day Tadashi was going to be expecting the patient from another state. His first patient from miles away. In some weird way, it made him nervous; expectations felt like they were heightened. Though, was it his patient, or Baymax’s?

Crazy how a dream from when he was 8 years old becomes a reality, a state-of-the-art phenomenon everyone in this globe is fascinated to see. At first, it seemed daunting when prominents like the health department --actual doctors-- and companies phoned Tadashi, to wonder about the limits this mechanical being possessed, to wonder how far can he change healthcare around the world. Tadashi was, and still is, a college student. SFIT soon had to become in charge of these phone calls and unsolicited meetings from important officials because it was too much for him. Not that he didn’t want Baymax to be recognized, it’s just that Baymax has yet to be optimal. Progress wouldn’t be made if he was urged to speed it up.

This isn’t to say that Tadashi would shut out the people in this world. There was one call, one request in particular that Baymax’s creator was open to. And that was Cassandra. A woman wrestling lifes aches, who was willing to travel just to see Baymax. She was no corporation, she was just one human, one person, one individual. Tadashi would not ever deny anyone in need.

When the staff of SFIT saw that their star student wanted to be available for Cassandra, they’ve allowed him to receive her in their facilities, both Tadashi and SFIT content that he’d set the meeting in the room Tadashi built Baymax.

In his quarters, Tadashi paces for a moment. “You’re heart rate, is, accelerating.”

Baymax’s comment falls on deaf ears. Any minute she will be guided up to his room and when she arrives, he must be ready. She did so much effort for Baymax, he wants to do his best for her. A student of his caliber, an inventor with a creation this unique doesn’t have the luxury to wear out his anxiety.

Staff members are already knocking at his door before he could imagine scenarios or prepare his dialogue. Typical day in the life of Tadashi, always having to be ready before he could even realize it himself. ‘Miss Cassandra is here.’ A staff member peeks in, informing him with a smile.

“Oh, thank you!” Bring her in, he mouths with a smile of his own.

The door is held open for Cassandra where Tadashi greets himself before the staff member thinks they should do it for him.

“Hii! It’s so nice to finally meet you in person Cassandra! It gives me so much joy that you came all this way for Baymax! I’m Tadashi Hamada, and here’s, um, Baymax~”

With each sentence, comes a new animation from his hands: it waves excitedly, extends out for a welcoming handshake, rests over his heart fondly, gestures himself swiftly, and then emphasizes Baymax. For as over-thoughtful as he was minutes ago, Tadashi carries himself with so much radiance. It grows more sincere when he chuckles at himself for repeating his creation’s name twice in one sentence. How silly of him.

“I’d explain a whole lot more, but I’d rather let, Baymax here, show you. Why don’t you introduce yourself, Baymax.”

Tadashi takes a step back for his mechanical friend to step forward; he waddles in front of Cassandra. An inflated arm raises and makes a circular motion, portraying a greeting the best he can.

“Hello. I am, Baymax. Your personal healthcare companion. How may we, assist you?”

All that Tadashi did in the background was smile. How could he not? Baymax is going to do great things! One step at a time.

[wallcravvler]

@repcntent asked for Symbiote Spidey!

"Okay so... Lemme see if I got this right." Peter put a hand on the side of his head as if he was nursing a headache. "You're telling me you're some noble-born lady who likes going on treasure-hunting trips? And you've already solved at least two of history's greatest mysteries? Aaand there's a clue to one here, in Manhattan, of which the Fantastic Four, Doctor Strange or myself know nothing about?"

That sounded dumb. Crazy and dumb... But Peter would be lying if he said he didn't like the idea. He wasn't just a hero, he was a part-time adventurer! Kind of, and only with the Fantastic Four but still! He let the silence hang for a few seconds before shrugging. "Alright, I'm sold. What do you need my help with?"

[marble-running]

I watched a couple of episodes from the 90s Mr Men Show

A very happy day for Mr Happy: firstly, if Mr Happy gets that sad when his friends are mildly inconvenienced I hope for his sake he never reads the news. also, Miss Greedy, Mr Jelly and Miss Neat didn't do anything wrong, Mr Happy asked them how their days were going, and their days happened to not be going very well and they told him so, and he apparently couldn't handle it? And Miss Greedy, Mr Jelly and Miss Neat all need to change their behaviour instead of Mr Happy learning how to healthily deal with his emotions? fr if you're sad for days when some of your friends tell you they're a bit upset then... that's definitely a bad sign of smth

Golly, Mr Grumpy's smiling: firstly screw you narrator he's smiled in multiple other episodes. secondly what the fuck Miss Magic??? bitch just overrode the will of an entire town to prove a point to local grumpy old man. and Mr Grumpy doesn't really do anything wrong? aside from generally being a bit snappy and one instance of queue jumping (and that was a repeat of an incident in which he was told by the people queueing to go ahead). idk what to tell you man I just generally relate to Mr Grumpy and he's my fave, even in this show.

Miss Magic thinks she's Aesop or smth. Goes around performing magic on people (may or many not be without telling them) to tell her moral fables.

Mr Bump is way too hard on himself, damn

Mr Tall is a sweetheart and deserves the world

[lonehearts-a]

"there's actually a bunch of stray cats near my apartment, i think one of them is about to have kittens so i've been trying to catch her, but she's so fast — and i've been totally rambling, huh ?? sorry..." color him embarrassed. / @suchaehwas, for ??

[micahsawyer]

@burninq, continued from here.

micah watches calcifer with that same intense gaze as if he doesn't want to miss anything.  the green of his eyes is vibrantly bright as the thought of violence fills his mind — it's comfortably familiar.  the need to hurt has been a constant companion to micah for as long as he can remember.  if you asked him, he might even say he learned to hurt before he learned to love.  inflicting pain on others has always been that itch he can't quite scratch... not really, not in the way he truly desires.  not in the way he knows calcifer to be capable of.

and something about the way he's so intrigued with micah's inner thoughts excites him.  micah can count on one hand the times he's spoken about violence and been met with such an unconcerned response.  calcifer seems eager, and that dark look in the gold of his eyes feels invigorating when micah's met with it.  as he so often does when faced with a danger greater than himself, micah's chasing it, eagerly accepting calcifer's closeness with a barely-there kind of caution as he mimics califer's movements and leans in even fucking closer.  he licks his lips as a smile tugs at the edges of his mouth — something genuine and a little drunk on the idea of violence, of creating it with another.

"it ain't so much about what i see, but what i feel," micah explains, seemingly careful with the way he chooses his words.  his voice is quiet but excited, although it feels a lot like he's giving away a secret.  "i imagine it to be so.. perfect.  and it is... while it lasts.  but it never lasts, not like it does in my head."  he glances down at knuckles covered in scars as his fingers flex and his eyes dim with the memory of blood slicking his hands and bone cracking under the force of his fist.  it was beautiful and it'd felt good, but it didn't hold a candle to what he always imagined.  maybe if he'd taken life, too, it would have satiated him.  "it's all red in the end, ain't it?  but that feeling..."  he glances back up at calcifer, pursing his lips.  "the picture fades too quick, you know, and i just end up wanting it again.  wanting more."

[girlsurvive]

‘ your little heart is wounded. ‘ from alicia

IT SEEMED ALMOST TAUNTING. A familiar face with a different soul antagonizing her as if she's a child. Jessie sputters out a laugh, because it's Karma. Because she deserved this treatment for how she treated Emily. "I guess so," She hums in response, tapping her fingers against the wall she's propped up against. "But I think for it bein' wounded, it still works as it should." Unlike yours, she bites back, giving the other a shrug. "I'm not your enemy, yanno."

[scrletrot]

𝐈𝐓'𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃 𝐎𝐅 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐃𝐎𝐎𝐑𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐋 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐖𝐒 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐀 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐊𝐈𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐍. spoon sat down carefully on the counter, hands dried off before she's quickly walking toward the front door with her best mom-walk. hand reaches for the handle, it's opened swiftly with her mouth running before her eyes can fully glance up to see who had come knocking: ❛ agnes, i told you the dinner party was- . . ❜ words halt when the person standing on her doorstep was a man & not her nosy neighbor next door. expression shifts to one of surprise, brows furrowing in the slightest. palm runs against the fabric of her jeans, ❛ oh ! i'm sorry, i thought you were my neighbor. ❜ says wanda in a cheery apologetic tone. head tilts to the side, red hair braided over her shoulder shifting with the movement. tone shifts to more serious, ❛ what can i help you with, mister- ? ❜ wanda raises a brow.

﹙ ✦ @vi0lnt liked for a starter ! > ft david loki. ﹚

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