#a scene of them bantering

[keirahknightley]

That's probably Spycraft 101, isn't it?

Black Doves 1.02 "A Little Black Dove"

[myokk]

escaping madame scribner🫶

[beaulesbian]

so unfair i'm on my third playthrough and only for the first time i see a romance-only option added into a dialogue like this (that wasn't just between rook and their romanced companion)

[romanticatheartt]

You know who I wanted to read more about in Iron Flame and we literally got one scene -that I can remember- from and nothing else?

Garrick and Imogen...

[giggly-squiggily]

Fireworks Beneath Our Feet (My Hero Academia)

Happy New Year!!!! 2025- holy canoli! :D Since I didn't write a Christmas fic last year, I decided to make something for the New Year! I hope you like it :3

@intheticklecloset (Girl you know I had to tag you in this- it's TodoBaku!)

Cloud 9 (Taglist Peeps):

@myreygn @thatbigbisexual29 @duckymcdoorknob @wolfyeatstacos @baby-tickles2022 @cupcake-spice13 @sarahmaystock5578 @rachi-roo @mochigiggle @chibisstuff @imjusthere07 @sevenincubistolemyheart @riisada @sp1racle @teddywriting

Summary: It's New Years Eve. Bakugou and Todoroki decide to celebrate together.

Bakugou didn’t care much for winter holidays. 

There were some good things that came out of them. Having classes off was always nice, and he’d be a liar if he thought Eri in her little Santa outfit wasn’t the cutest thing in the world. 

He also liked eating; the food was always good- especially Shoto’s sister’s cooking. He had a whole new list of recipes to bribe out of her next time he visited the Todoroki household. Besides that though- he didn’t care much for it all.

What he did look forward to however was New Years. Especially fireworks.

How he loved fireworks.

“Come on, Icy-hot! It’s not even that cold up here!” Bakugou called behind him, pushing the roof door open with a shiver. Okay-maybe it was cold up there, but whatever. “We’re gonna miss them if you don’t hurry up!”

“I’m coming, I’m coming! Why are you in such a rush- they always go off exactly at midnight.” Todoroki reminded him as he came into view, arms full of things. “We’ve got at least half an hour.”

“Half an hour my ass- you know time moves differently in the dorms!” There were so many people to navigate past, not to mention the stairs they had to climb. If they left too late, they’d miss the show. “Here- I’ll take some of that.”

“Did you forget your arms are already full? Go ahead- I’m fine.” Todoroki caught the door with his hip, shivering as the wind cut through his jacket. “Not that cold my butt.”

Soon they were set up- a warm blanket spread beneath them with another thrown on top of their laps. A thermos hot chocolate sat nearby, two mugs filled to the brim with marshmallows and cream steaming in their gloveless hands. Todoroki made it a point to sit on Bakugou’s right, his left side acting as an impromptu furnace to keep them toasty. They were ready to go- now was the hard part. Waiting.

“Are you warm enough?” Todoroki asked after a few minutes, seeing Bakugou shiver. He leaned in closer, pressing their shoulders together. “Let me know if you need more heat.”

“I’m fine- ugh, why do they drag it out? It’s the best part of the freaking year!” He tapped his fingers impatiently against his mug, watching the sky for any sign of light. It was only then he felt the shoulder against him shaking. “What?” Bakugou asked, narrowing his eyes at the growing smile on his boyfriend’s lips. “What is it?”

“Nothing- truly. I just think it’s cute how excited you get over things like this.” Todoroki grinned, watching Bakugou blush. “It’s sweet- you’re like a little kid.”

“Bah, what do you know?” Bakugou huffed and turned away, a clear pout forming on his lips. Todoroki chuckled around his mug, taking a sip before putting his and Bakugou’s aside. He wrapped an arm around him again when he started to shiver. “I’m not some brat..”

“I know you’re not. You’re an amazing hero who actual kids look up to and admire. When we reach Pro and you make your official debut, you’re gonna have tons of fans.” He kissed Bakugou’s chilled cheek, feeling it twitched with a restrained smile. “Of course, I’ll be your number one.”

“You’re gonna pull a Deku and collect all my merch?” He asked, laughing some when Todoroki nuzzled his neck and ears with his chilled nose.

“Sure. I’ll have a whole museum dedicated to you and your merch.” He gently poked him, feeling Bakugou twitch. “Wall to wall, floor to ceiling of your face for all to see. Historians will find it after we’re gone and wonder to themselves: “Just who is this handsome man?”, and I’ll rise from the dead and go “He’s mine- back off!””

“Ghe-ehahahahahhaa, thahaht’s so creheheheheepy!” Bakugou laughed, falling into Todoroki’s chest as he swatted at the hands tickling him. “I’ihihihll bloohohow it ahahah up behehefore I dihihie. I whahahant yoohohou to stahhahay dead wihihihth mehehehe!”

“Erasing yourself from the narrative, huh? I’ll have to invest in explosive-proof walls.” He snickered alongside the blonde’s giggle fits, his touch incredibly light as not to draw anyone’s attention to them. Call it what you want, but he liked having Bakugou all to himself in these moments. “Maybe I’ll have it built in the clouds, or on the ocean floor. You’ll be really popular among the mermaids.”

“Thohohohose fihihihsh cahahan suhuhuck it!” Bakugou cackled, feeling ticklish from both Todoroki’s touch and the insane thought. Late hours sure knew how to bring the silly out of them. “Oohohohonly yohohohou geheheht me, yohohou here? Ihiihhih’m yoohohhours!”

Todoroki sucked in a breath, pausing his tickles. “Say it again.”

“Whahaht?” Bakugou blinked, confused. “Ihi’m yours?” Then he went bright red, covering his face with his hands. “Gahha! N-No, don’t fucking lohohok at me like thahaht!”

Todoroki was just as red, his heart racing a mile a minute. Such simple words, but they meant the world to him. “Like what?” He leaned down, gently pawing at Bakugou’s hands until he could meet his eye. “Tell me, Kats. How am I looking at you?”

“Shoto..” Bakugou knew where this was going. A part of him wanted to hide away knowing how his emotions would so easily show on his face. Another part of him wanted Todoroki to just say it already.

“Look at you..like I love you? Cause I do. You’re my whole world. The night sky and the stars above.” He leaned down and kissed Bakugou’s brow, smiling against it. “I’m so forever grateful to have you in my life.”

“Ugh, you’re so fucking sappy!” Bakugou growled, earning a laugh. He looked up at the moon for a moment, finding the courage to say what he wanted- no, needed to say. “I love you too. If I’m your night sky, you’re the sun that comes over the horizon. You make my path in life bright when I need it most. You make me so damn happy, even when you’re being annoying about it.” Todoroki let out a wet laugh at that, kissing his brow again. “Now stop kissing my face and kiss my lips already, you half-and-half bastard.”

“So swoonworthy.” Todoroki did as requested, kissing him fully. His lips tasted of cocoa and marshmallows. He smelled like winter air and firewood at the same time. Bakugou nearly lost himself entirely to such a simple but soothing gesture.

The familiar whistle cut through the air when they pulled apart. Bakugou practically sprinted out of Todoroki’s lap and to the roof fence as the sky exploded. “Look! Shoto, look, it’s happening!”

The sky was a rainbow of shimmers, fireworks popping above them in a breathtaking lightshow. Bakugou leaned against the roof’s edge, standing on his toes and breathing in the smoke-tinged air. If he stretched his hand out, he swore he could touch them- grab them in his hands like falling stars.

A warm hand brushed against his, and he made short work collecting it- intertwining their fingers. Forget falling stars- he was holding the brightest one of all now.  “It really is beautiful.” Todoroki breathed beside him, just as awestruck. Bakugou let out a laugh as he leaned into his boyfriend, watching the twinkling flames dance.

“We’ve probably missed the countdown, but Happy New Year, Shoto.” He felt Todoroki lean back into him, resting his cheek against his spiked out hair. “Thanks for making this year a good one.”

“You too. Thank you for loving me.” He heard him whisper back, bringing their conjoined hands up to kiss Bakugou’s knuckles. “Happy New Year, love.”

Thanks for reading!

[kanerallels]

Occasionally I think about the fact that I have an intense burning indifference toward a fairly popular ship that several of my close friends absolutely love, and they simply do not know about that. Neither do you guys, for that matter

[myrandom-fandomlife]

i think the reason obx season 1 and 2 were so good is because between all the action there were still a good amount of moments where the pogues were just hanging out and having fun

season 3 lacks a lot of those moments and i think that’s why it just doesn’t hit the same

[tchotchkez]

in my professional opinion you should watch all of the one piece movies because they are all filled with different character shenanigans and neat slice of life stuff

e.g. I'm watching adventure of nebulandia and usopp and franky were having a contest to shoot little stuff floating in the ocean. usopp won, and robin was like "damn" while she's sun-bathing with nami, flicking a coin to her, then she chided franky for losing three times in a row.

like?? that's so cute??? the contest and robin betting on franky every time while nami always bets on usopp! meanwhile sanji is in the kitchen cooking for everyone and luffy is just sitting alone at the kitchen table waiting for the very exact second the meat is done and getting on sanji's nerves.

and all of the movies have these little details! it's so good! it's so nice to see the characters just existing together in a moment outside of Plot Stuff.

who cares if the movies are "good" or even canon? enjoy a fun little side adventure with the strawhats, whydon'tcha? 😁

[phonydiaries]

Yukio I could've treated you so right

literally all she did was serve cunt and kick ass for 2 hours and then we never heard from her ever again

[awesometothe3rd]

[fuckyeahspones]

Had a talk with some Spones fans earlier, and it got me thinking: what are some of the things you like about Spones?

Reblog and share some of the things you love and like about this ship!

[midnightdemonhunter]

Read @whats-those's Scream timeloop fic recently and had a wonderful time! Very good character voices, and some entertaining alternate deaths! Definitely check it out if you like Scream, Stu and a no good very bad day for him! (x4)

[cirnogaming]

would you guys still loved me if i told you i kind of liked season 15.

[cerealbishh]

"Maria and Rhett knew each other way back when, they went to high school together. (...)Yeah, I think the spark is immediate because I think they maybe, secretly, always wanted to be together."

"I think that it's one of those relationships that never happened and never was but it was almost. And, I think, spending so much time apart, one can tend to fantasize what could be. (...) All of that ease of them seeing each other again is right there and it's almost as if they never left each other's side." - Isa and Lew on Maria and Rhett in an interview with Down and Nerdy(x)

"I also love that I get to tell a story about love in this really crazy, scary world(...) and we really want to root for them!" - Isa in an interview with SciFi Vision(x)

[iniziare]

Following my usual daily ventures on X and Tumblr, I realized that there's two things that I wanted to address/bring up. So, as per usual: spoilers. /echo, echo.

— The Fade prison is still failing. It needed replacement (which is referenced on several occasions, but a big one is during the memory with Mythal that expands on the DAI scene), and nothing in current lore tells me that this has changed in any way: it's still failing. Nothing I can find says that it now being bound to Solas, who is decently weaker than Elgar'nan, magically 'resolves' that issue. Therefore, his 'atonement' doesn't automatically equate to an 'eternal imprisonment', even if Lavellan's choice of words for going with him include 'forever', for she simply doesn't know what she's walking into or for how long, and instead enforces this tether to him from the deepest form of trust one one else could ever find (heartbreak.mp3). The atonement lasts as long as Rook decides as they hold the dagger, or until the Veil falls on its own. But that touches on another topic briefly: if you want to 'punish' Solas the most, or longest— though this ending is 'kindest' (not quite), it is the one that keeps him in the prison the longest. The dagger trick (this warrants a post on its own, and it's the only one I have writing beef with, character 'bias' aside), or the worst ending(s) all send the lyrium dagger with him, which, has you wonder if he's then simply given the opportunity to slice into the Veil, and slip out. Does the prison need a host, if said host holds the lyrium dagger? And even if he couldn't what could he do from inside after 'Pride' has been taunted, and 'punished' (in Rook's, and the audience's eyes), since again, he is in possession of his dagger? There is no atonement here, only resentment from a spirit that is now even closer to finding its fully perverted nature of a Pride demon. So I think if speaking morally across the board, which option is really 'for the greater good of Thedas', instead of personal resentment (though understandable)? But in that, I like that we're repeatedly told that we don't know, and we're making it up as we go. Out of all protagonists, Rook's personal journey of mental development is the most intriguing to me, and arguably (in my opinion), is the most 'human' in the sense that I think they give us the most relatable options of choice, understandable/relatable resentment being one of them. But anyway, I digress: if the atonement ending isn't chosen, then I definitely think the story isn't quite concluded, even though I don't believe that it ever really is.

— Blood magic. No, Solas has no loathing for the nature of blood magic at its essence. He stated so very clearly back in DAI during a conversation with the Inquisitor in Haven, and the bit of the conversation that pertains to my point goes as follows: 'Magic is magic, just as water is water, but it can be used in different ways. (...) Dalish magic is more practical, not needing Chantry approval, although they still frown on blood magic. Superstition.' And when you ask him to elaborate, 'You said censure against blood magic was a superstition...' He adds: 'Most modern cultures forbid blood magic. Publicly, even Tevinter disapproves of it. But as I said, magic is magic. It matters only in how it is used.' And yes, I can already hear it, I know exactly what point will be brought up (lucky me, I found a video that touches on this exact topic that showcases both scenes): and I want to say firmly that no, this is not a retcon, nor is it Solas changing his mind, nor is this a total and utter lie (he rarely, rarely lies that fully, and clearly). He simply states that he abhors the use of it, as in— he, himself, despises using it; which is why he so firmly says no to Cole, when the notion is brought up in DAI. Now yes, he did employ the use of blood magic in relation to Rook (the extents, I need to do research on, as it's obvious that Solas absolutely winged that part of this 'plan', but all of it is also a bit flimsily written due to, for starters, the details that Varric shares being incredibly personal at times, but I digress), and I see so many on X and whatnot complain of how this means that 'Solas changed his mind', no— what it intends to show you, is the ferocity with which he believes that he, and only he, is able to fix what he broke. The game intends to show you that over, and over again, and it is to prove just how far a spirit can be pushed from where it started. And no, stop approaching Solas as if he is your regular elf next door, or anything but exactly what he is: a spirit. Trying to sway a spirit from its nature is incredibly difficult (we'll go into Mythal, and the nature of his care, and devotion to her that started the journey of his spirit's perversion, another day), and that is literally the explanation behind what people are calling an 'inconsistency'. It's called desperation, but more so, the strength of a belief, or more specifically, how far something that is akin to being... the 'personification' of a belief can go in, well, its own belief. I think Solas has proven that one can go very far. The perversion of spirits, and the reality of what demons then truly are, is a tragedy that Dragon Age has been trying to prove to us for years. It doesn't take away the wrongs that they can do once they get twisted, but it's tragic, because spirits are benevolent; serene, and peaceful at their core. And it's kind of heartbreaking to know that something so purely good, can be pulled from that nature.

[livelovecaliforniadreams]

Favorite Pacey/Joey Moments Per Episode: 3x9 Four to Tango (Part 2)