#Sorry about that :(

[matchabot]

swordmaster fashion

[chrrywvea]

logan purrs when he's asleep. he purrs like a content little cat when he's smushed into wade's side, his whole adamantium weight pressing into wade who doesn't really mind because ✨️who in their right mind says no to wolvie cuddles✨️ (wade uses him as a weighted blanket anyway, who needs air pffffft he doesn't)

but HOLY MARVEL JESUS he has a silent freak out the first time he discovers logan purring in his sleep during one of their movie binges. (they have weekly movie nights fight me)

a healthy (not) bout of cuteness aggression happens that night and even though wade is a little confused both by the fact that logan actually fell asleep on him and that HE IS PURRING OH MY GOD- he doesn't fight it and even naps with him (the best sleep both of them have ever had considering lots of nights are full with nightmares and insomnia)

and the thing is- wade very carefully talks to some of the surviving xmen in their universe about it and they just go 🤔🤨❓️ because not one of them has ever seen or heard logan do this (i'd imagine maybe kayla or mariko, scott even - logan told him about them, but hey wade can't really ask them can he) and then wade REALIZES and it hits him SO hard. logan is comfortable with him. he's at ease and relaxed enough in his presence to allow himself to slip into his slightly more animalistic traits without having to fear any judgement or rejection. he. is. comfortable. and wade maybe cries a little (a lot) at that realisation, holding logan even tighter when it happens again - the older man slumped against him during one of their movie nights, sleeping tight and soft purrs vibrating deep from his chest

[reasonsforhope]

"Helio da Silva, a retired business executive from Brazil, single-handedly planted over 41,000 trees in his hometown of Sao Paulo over the last two decades.

Flying over the Brazilian metropolis of Sao Paulo, it’s tough to miss the 3.2-kilometers-long and 100-meter-wide green strip of trees wedged between two of the city’s busiest roads. It is known as Tiquatira Linear Park, and it is the work of a single man who worked tirelessly for over 20 years in order to transform a previously dilapidated area into an actual jungle within the urban jungle that is Sao Paulo. Originally from the town of Promissao, about 500km from Sao Paulo, Helio da Silva was a successful business executive for many years, but after retiring, he took it upon himself to transform the degraded banks of the Tiquatira River into a green oasis for his community. He started planting trees there in 2003 and hasn’t stopped since.

73-year-old da Silva recently told AFP that he wanted to leave a legacy to the city that adopted him decades ago. Within the first four years of his epic project, he single-handedly planted 5,000 trees in an area that had long been abandoned and known to be frequented by drug dealers and users. His impressive feat prompted the municipality of Sao Paulo to recognize his efforts and acknowledge the area as the first linear park in Sao Paulo. This only emboldened da Silva, who continued planting native trees.

By 2020, Helio had planted more than 25,047 trees over a 3.2-km-long area, achieving a survival rate of 88 percent. For every 12 trees, he planted a fruit-bearing species in the hopes of attracting birds and animals to his green oasis. His bet paid off, as according to the municipality, 45 types of birds have been identified in the park. Today, the Tiquatira Linear Park numbers over 41,000 individual trees, and Helio da Silva doesn’t plan on stopping planting until he reaches at least 50,000 of them.

“My motivation comes from the trees themselves because trees give us flowers and fruits, absorb rainwater, attract birds and provide us with wonderful shade and fresh air,” da Silva told Common Earth.

The retired executive estimates that he spent about $7,000 per year on his tree-planting efforts since 2022, but the way he sees it, it was a worthwhile investment for himself, his family and the whole of Sao Paulo. Plus, he saved a lot of money by planting the trees himself.

Once labeled as crazy for spending most of his time planting trees in an area most people avoided, Helio da Silva is now hailed as a local hero. He sometimes receives help from like-minded nature lovers, but he is still the driving force behind this amazing project. Every Sunday, he comes to Tiquatira Park to plant more trees.

Over the years, the city gym and playground equipment, tables, benches, toilets, and Tiquatira Linear Park eventually became one of Sao Paulo’s most popular areas."

-Article via OddityCentral, October 4, 2024. Video via France24, September 26, 2024.

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Note: ONE SINGLE PERSON CAN MAKE A SUCH A DIFFERENCE

[aurantiumred]

ill be entirely honest i think I've put supes/marsh or mars (as a shortened form for marshmallow) in a stupid little oneshot in my google docs hell

i also was thinking of jace as a combination of his first and last name for a stupid amount of time and i fear i may be dumb

i do love jace though

i think i like jay better. also i promise i have better nicknames. mars and marsh from a fic i wrote as an olive branch/apology/bday gift for constantly giving my siblings friend angst. i also need to actually write in the latin pet names. i think i read that mel is a latin pet name (from a reddit post, the most trustworthy source to ever exist) which also fits with the marshmallow/marshmellow thing. i think its a regional thing but ive always pronounced it marshmellow no matter if its singular or plural.

valgrace pet names are always amazing. especially with how often leo uses them (I don't think I've ever had him call jason by his legal first name) and how little jason does.

Listen. I KNOW that Jace should be spelled Jase. I get that. There's nothing in the English language that would indicate that the 's' would make the wrong sound, and, in fact, pulling the 's' from JaSon makes the most sense. I don't care. I HATE spelling it Jase. It is Jace in my heart, and any time I see it spelled Jase my heart goes (｡≖ ‸ ≖｡✿) even though I know it's right. But I will die on this hill, and nobody will be able to drag my corpse off it

[the-thing-inside-your-closet]

Who Started The Fire?

From the prompts list:

“That’s my emotional support entity of questionable moral standing.”

Batman stared down the two teens standing before him. The boy was pointedly looking anywhere but the Bat’s face, finding more interest in the dirt and gravel crunching under his shoes. Meanwhile, the girl stood with her arms crossed, head held high, meeting Batman’s gaze with a defiant glare that wouldn’t be out of place on any of his own children’s faces.

Behind them lay the smoking remains of what was once a warehouse that had been used as a front for a weapons smuggling operation that the bats had collectively spent the past few weeks investigating. Although their investigation had taken longer than anticipated thanks to this group’s rather impressive security, they had been so close to a breakthrough…when the place had gone up in an inferno.

When the Gotham vigilantes had first arrived on the scene the fire had been so intense that they’d had to put in their gas masks to avoid any inhaling any of the thick black smoke from not only the fire, but also whatever chemicals may have potentially been within the building that would have been released into the air.

Batman’s initial hypothesis had been that the group had become aware of their investigation and burned the place to avoid any evidence being discovered while they moved locations. However, that theory had been shelved when Red Hood had announced the presence of charred bodies amongst the rubble, and evidence of explosives having been used in multiple area where the building’s structure had been the weakest. Whoever had been inside had not had any warning of the blaze that had swallowed the building too fast for them to get to safety, and with the structure being compromised from the explosions all exists had been blocked, preventing the inhabitant’s escape. Red Hood and Nightwing had been discussing potential suspects as Batman and Red Robin searched for any evidence that could have survived the destruction, when a clattering sound followed by the sound of voices hushing each other had altered all of the on scene bats to the presence of possibly several unknowns.

The two teens had been apprehended quickly and ushered to the side, far enough away from the scene of the fire to avoid them overhearing details of the investigation and to prevent any potential tampering. Accidental or otherwise. The teens had been stubborn in their refusal to answer any of the bat’s questions to their presence. Nobody knew why they were there, where they had come from, and they had even refused to disclose their names. Oracle, unfortunately, was sick with the flu and had been gently ordered to rest by Agent A. Batman was nevertheless confident that they would be able to discover their identities quickly either once they had returned to the cave or if they could get the kids to talk.

He would have asked Red Hood to speak with the teens, he was the best with kids. And if caught up in anything illegal they often seemed to respond better to him due to his more ambiguous morals and reputation for ensuring kid’s safety. Both from rouges and in some cases, the rest of the bats and birds. But he had been needed in Crime Ally after he had been alerted to a gunfight breaking out between two gangs who had been more hostile and antagonistic in recent months. Nightwing had accompanied him, and Spoiler had diverted from her patrol route to assist. That left Batman and Red Robin behind to deal with both the police and the frustratingly stubborn teens.

Batman resisted the urge to punch the bridge of his nose as yet another question was blatantly ignored by both kids. The boy had begun fiddling with the sleeved of his letterman jacket and the girl had taken to checking her manicured nails for any dirt or imperfections.

Just as he was about to turn the questioning over to one of the on scene police officers, a writhing mass of shadow had emerged from the girl’s shadow. Two tendrils of black smoke reached out to wrap themselves around the wrists and hands of both teens, who had in turn glanced down at their hands and smiled.

“We’re fine,” the boy had muttered quietly, “no need to worry.”

“What is that?” Batman asked, eyeing the mass with a cautious suspicion. He wanted to believe it wasn’t hostile given the kids reactions to it. But this was Gotham.

The girl shot him another glare, one hand on her hip while the other remained in the hold of whatever the shadowy mass was.

“That sir,” she spat out the first word with such venom to her tone that Batman almost flinched, “is our emotional support entity of questionable moral standing.”

[th3e-m4ng0]

oughhhhh i put them all together with duck tape and autism

[neonbuck]

I haven’t been able to sell many slots for my bigger types of commissions this month, so I’ve been struggling to make ends meet while I try to get a job. I was going to link my ko fi again but I’m so tired of asking for money it makes me feel horrible

[jetii]

The Echo fic ended up winning, but for fun, I calculated the votes for each and posted roughly the same length snippets of all the fics under the cut.

There is some spice but it's very minimal, like PG 13.

Echo x Mechanic!Reader*

"And to be honest, I'm not very good at this whole, uh, socializing thing either. But we can figure it out together, if you'd like."

Echo nods, and his gaze drifts away from you, staring into his cup. The warm glow of the lights highlights the sharp contours of his face, the faint stubble along his jaw, the dark circles under his eyes. His brow is furrowed, the lines deepening as he thinks, and the muscles in his jaw tense and release.

"Yeah, I'd like that," he says after a long moment. His mouth twists into a crooked smile, and he glances at you. "Thanks."

You feel yourself blushing, and you duck your head, smiling into your cup.

"Of course."

"And if we're being honest," he starts, slow and quiet, and you look up.

His cheeks are flushed, and his lips are parted. He's hesitating, but his eyes are locked onto yours, and you can see the conflict in his gaze. You wait patiently, and after a moment, he takes a breath.

"My rotary joint is fine. My arm, I mean. It's fine." He scratches the back of his neck. "Has been for weeks. Since the first time I came to the shop. I was just..."

"Just what?"

He swallows, and his hand returns to his mug, fingers tapping a nervous rhythm against the side.

Rex x Goldie (Rewrite of Event Horizon Chapter 7 from Rex's POV)

Her eyes rove over him, taking him in, and there's an intensity in her gaze that makes his heart race. It's not a bad feeling, not at all. In fact, he's enjoying the attention, if he's being honest. There's something about the way she's looking at him, the way her eyes are locked on his, that makes him feel a little hot under the collar. He feels like he's under a spotlight, a magnifying glass, and the scrutiny would make him self-conscious if it wasn't her.

For a moment, no one speaks, and the silence stretches between the five of them. General Kenobi is watching him like a hawk, and Skywalker and Ahsoka are exchanging conspiratorial glances. He has a feeling they're going to make fun of him later.

Rex has no doubt that Ahsoka will tell the rest of the men, and he's not looking forward to the teasing that's sure to come. He's already endured enough teasing about his apparent lack of interest in women and his devotion to his job. He can't imagine the shit he'll have to put up with when word gets around that the woman he's been daydreaming about is actually a Jedi General. And not just any Jedi either. One with a reputation.

But all that is a problem for later. Right now, his only concern is keeping his composure.

Inexperienced!Dogma x Reader*

As it turns out, Dogma finds Tup quite quickly, and he’s outside your door before you've finished showering. You can't help but smile as you fumble to dress in your pajamas. Your hands are still a bit wet, and the water drips onto the floor. You manage to get everything on, though, and you hurry out to let him in.

When the door opens, his eyes rake down the length of your body, and you can see his throat work. He's holding a small pile of holovids, dressed in a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt, and he looks nervous, shifting his weight and biting his lip.

You lean against the doorway and raise an eyebrow. "What?"

"Nothing, I just... you look different. Without the uniform,” he says, and his face flushes. "A good different. Not that the uniform is bad! It's very professional, and, uh..."

He trails off, his face turning redder. You grin and tilt your head.

"Well, if you want to see me out of uniform, all you had to do was ask," you say, and he looks like he's about to choke. "But you'd have to come inside for that."

Dogma is inside your room before the sentence is completely out, the stack of holovids tucked under his arm.

Wrecker x Jedi!Reader*

“Shouldn’t we talk about this?” you ask, half-heartedly pushing against his chest. Wrecker shakes his head, his mouth trailing hot kisses along your jaw and down your neck.

“Talk about what?” he mumbles against your skin.

"About this," you say, a low moan slipping past your lips as his mouth finds the sensitive spot beneath your ear. You arch your back, fingers digging into his shoulders, and he lets out a chuckle, his lips grazing the hollow of your throat.

"Why talk?"

"Because..." you trail off, eyes fluttering shut as he licks a stripe along the side of your neck. "We haven't... we haven't really talked about what we're doing."

His hands tighten on your hips, and you can't help but squirm in his lap, a soft whine escaping your lips. His mouth moves lower, kissing a path across your collarbone and down the top of your shirt, and his teeth find the skin just above your breast. You groan, head falling back and eyes squeezing shut.

“I want you to be my girl," he murmurs, his tongue darting out to taste your skin. "That enough talking for you?"

Jesse x Medic!Reader*

"What are you doing here?" Jesse asks, pulling back just enough to look at you. You grin, and he can't stop himself from kissing you again. He's missed you. So much. You giggle, pushing at his chest, but he doesn't budge. You're not going anywhere, not without a fight. Not this time. "I thought you were supposed to be on shore leave."

"I was," you say, still grinning. "But Kix put in a request for another medic, and I just happened to be available. So, here I am. I hope that's okay."

"Oh, it's definitely okay." He kisses you again, grinning. "It's more than okay."

"Alright, that's enough." Kix appears beside him, and he pulls Jesse away from you by the back of his neck. "Let's not cause a scene, shall we?"

"Too late," Fives mutters, rolling his eyes.

Tech x Sarad Fluff

Tech nods toward the door leading outside. Sarad follows his gaze, and he can see her eyes widen slightly, her lips parting as she realizes his intentions. He raises an eyebrow, and she smiles, nodding her assent. He turns back to the table, placing the plates on the counter, and makes his way towards the door, trying his best not to seem too eager. He hears her following behind him, her footsteps light and quiet, and a moment later, the two of them are stepping into the cool night air.

He shuts the door quietly behind him, and Sarad leans against the wall, her arms crossed over her chest. She looks tired, but she's smiling, and he feels a rush of warmth in his chest when he sees the way her eyes light up when she looks at him.

“Thank you," she says, her voice low.

"Of course," he replies as he moves to stand beside her. "You needed some time away."

"You could tell, huh?"

"It was not difficult to notice," he says, his voice softening. “But only because I was looking."

Thorn x Senator!Reader Sequel* (this is an OC fic now sorry)

She'd gotten under his skin. Made him feel things. Made him feel human. And now she's the only thing on his mind.

And it's driving him crazy.

He's trying to focus, trying to keep his mind on his job, but it's impossible. He's not thinking about the security detail, or the schedule, or the route, or anything else he's supposed to be thinking about. No, all he can think about is her. About the way she'd looked at him last night, the way she'd smiled, the way her voice had trembled when she'd said his name. The way her fingers had tangled in his hair, the way her body had felt under his hands, the way her lips had felt pressed against his.

It's a problem.

He's supposed to be protecting her. And it's not easy when he's constantly distracted by the urge to drag her into the nearest dark corner and do very, very unprofessional things to her.

"Thorn." There's a sharp jab to his side, and Thorn starts, his head snapping around. "Are you listening?"

umm anyway lmk which one you're most excited for and i may post it instead of trying to rewrite it again 👍

Thank you for the tag @returnofthepineapple! 💙 I need to get back into working on my WIPs, maybe this will help me focus on one of them.

Game Rules:

Make a 24hr poll with the titles of every WIP you plan to work on even if it’s only one or two.

Once the poll closes, write one sentence for every vote received on the WIP that gets the most votes.

* contains smut

NPT: i'm not sure who is writing rn but @captn-trex @freesia-writes @cloneflo99 @stellarbit and anyone else who wants to do this, pretend i tagged you and then tag me so i can vote!

[once-in-a-blood-moon]

Being immortal and married to Solomon means that every century that passes, you both hold a little ceremony on the anniversary of your wedding day to renew your vows.

You both get dressed in the attire you wore from the first wedding, kept away safely for special occasions like these. Solomon’s heart stops every. single. time. he sees you as those same old feelings of pure awe return as if he were marrying you for the first time all over again. Of course, you feel much of the same seeing him with his hair slicked back, knowing he only does that for very important occasions. That pretty shade of pink (a shade you’ve come to favor), dusts his cheeks the moment you both lock eyes…and it’s nothing short of beautiful.

Declarations are shared from memory, though no two declarations are the same. You both always have something new to say to the other, whether it’s of fond memories of the experiences you’ve had throughout the years or of feelings that never cease to grow. Anyone who gets to witness this moment will believe that no two souls are more perfect together than yours and Solomon’s. You both just glow from the sweetness of the day as you welcome in a new century of love and joy together.

[remxedmoon]

seeing eye to eye.

im going to be real i only made this for the sake of the caption. i was proud of it!! aaaa i’ve had the sketch for this done for like… 2 weeks now? i just didn’t really know how i actually wanted to execute it!! and i remembered seeing that one 3d glasses trend on twitter a while back! and i think it worked pretty well teehee :3

also as a sidenote, this is probably the fastest ive ever finished a drawing? this only took, like, an hour. which isn’t that surprising, this is a pretty simple drawing, it’s just interesting to me! and a little funny given it took me 2 weeks to get back to this. i really procrastinated for weeks over this??

anyways!!! here’s some alt versions with both sides! because i think they look cool!

[timethehobo]

Scribbly. The brain was too blank today but a modern Emmy managed to turn up.

[iizubuzu]

Happy Splatoween. . .

my ko-fi!

i got this idea super last minute so ignore the quality

[felineandhustle]

[lem0nicle]

this came to me in a vision. and it was way funnier in my head.

im so sorry. its almost 3 am. please excuse this thing.

[pinkprincessminki]

PLEASE MINGI, WHAT ABOUT MY MENTAL HEALTH??

[scalytunster]