#a: new phone who dis

[what-the-stark]

@gildinbainas​ from x

Charles rolled over in bed, setting his book aside as he fumbled for his phone. The light glow had him frowning slightly because who in the world would be sending him messages at this hour? Surely not Hank, for they usually communicated via telepathy and he highly doubted it was one of his 'old friends'. The curiosity alone was enough for him to make an effort at reaching for the phone, eyes rolling when he saw message pop up.

Really, Stark?

He started to leave it on read. It certainly would serve him right, but then the part of him that knew what it was like to get dumped kicked in. Sometimes Charles hated that side of himself; the side that cared far too much about other people's well being, but welp. It wasn't something he could turn off --- not entirely. God only knows he would if he could.

( 📩 → marc antony ): really  stark? what are we? sixteen? ( 📩 → marc antony ): i dont think i've ever done the 'netflix and chill' thing  ( 📩 → marc antony ): i have done the 'lets have a few drinks so we can blame it on the alcohol in the morning' thing tho ( 📩 → marc antony ): but you shouldn't be drinking [ unsent ] ( 📩 → marc antony ): neither should I for that matter [ unsent] ( 📩 → marc antony ): you'll have to do better than that if you want me to roll out of bed and drive to stark tower this late

Blinking slowly at his phone, Tony squinted until the screen blurred and finally blinked again, even more slowly when the image didn’t change. Nope, still there.

Well, shit.

“J, how could you.” Staring accusingly at the camera overhead, Tony rolled over in bed, closing his eyes with a groan as the world kept moving even after he’d stopped. “This is just intentionally cruel and unusual punishment. Hazing, even. I’m lodging a formal complaint. With myself.”

“I’m certain I don’t know what you’re referring to, Sir,” Jarvis replied primly, reproach somehow evident in his tone even when it wasn’t. “I believe what you told me when I attempted to remind you about the Pepper Protocol was: “Shhhh, Daddy’s busy. Mute for 10 minutes, starting now.”

SHIT.

Okay. So he’d managed to booty text the most powerful psychic in the world while trying to reach his ex, exquisitely drunk, no big deal. He’d done worse. Considerably worse. Right? He couldn’t actually think of anything worse at the moment, but he was pretty sure 30 seconds and YouTube would prove the point.

Damage control was kind of a lost cause at this point, so might as well run with it. Never let it be said that Tony Stark didn’t speak (type) his mind.

( 📩 → Akinator ): so, funny story, i’m drunk ( 📩 → Akinator ): an Jarvis is bein mean to me ( 📩 → Akinator ): u r definitely not pepper ( 📩 → Akinator ): still hot, but in a non-pep way ( 📩 → Akinator ): oops, out loud voice ( 📩 → Akinator ): can u read minds on the phone? ( 📩 → Akinator ): not important. important thing is ( 📩 → Akinator ): what im reading here is not a no

[bigfatbreak]

If Wayzz could sense Hawkmoth in canon then why hasn’t he sensed Viceroy?

Wayzz remembered the old timeline and didn't know that Nooroo escaped - he assumed what he was sensing was Hawkmoth using the miraculous again. And then got really confused when no akumas showed up lol

[animatedjen]

Cal Kestis | Jedi Survivor

[fairsweetlonging]

i love so much that tgcf sometimes will just turn into a chatfic, with chaotic private messages, group chats being made to talk trash, xie lian not having his contacts saved, lang qianqiu being that one person who always replies immediately, and mu qing canonically being chronically online and a lurker/instigator

[every-sanji]

[gaym3bo1]

wie ich meinen freunden mitteile, dass es sich ausgelindnert hat:

(laute jubelrufe aus jedem gruppenchat)

[bello-exe]

🤳

[what-the-stark]

Smirking at the compliments, however incredulous Xavier was at this entire turn of events, Tony imagined himself resting back on his heels, still looking up at the other man, his gaze heavy-lidded and hot.

I would say you have no idea how on board I am, but... you really do. You're already in here, check in at the front desk. A few shots aren't going to change my mind.

The psychic's uncertainty was visible, but he'd also admitted that he wanted this, so Tony finally allowed himself to touch. He started low on smooth, pale calves, palms sliding up his outer thighs, finally reaching his hips, hands curling over them, gripping as he shifted close again. He'd definitely never done anything like this before, but it was oddly easy to visualize it as it would have been to participate in person.

Even so, he couldn't help wondering as he finally looked away from those ridiculously blue eyes, as he pressed an open-mouthed kiss against Xavier's stomach, his stubble rasping over soft skin, as he slowly trailed lower, what he felt like, what he tasted like, in the flesh.

I want you.

Tony usually talked a good game, but this was unspeakably hot and he couldn't put it any more plainly how much he wanted his mouth on Charles yesterday.

Come on, baby. Let me make you feel good.

The idea of being the 'main course' in anyone's 'sandwich' had never once crossed his mind. After all, a threesome sounded absurd to someone like him, who wasn't sure he could stomach the idea of sharing or being shared. Of course, it when it was technically the doing of the same person, well, it changed things quite a bit and had Charles' mind wandering in places it shouldn't. To be a star in someone else's fantasy... That's never been a thing in his life. Even if it was merely Tony being a right horny triple x film director, he still couldn't deny his body's reaction to the image. It had stirred something within him he was almost ashamed of, but he was quick to sever the thought.

Nope. Best not entertain that and yet...

"Another little fantasy of yours? Honestly I don't think I'd survive."

Yet no sooner had he said the words did Tony's scene change. This time Charles' telepathy indulged him for the time being, projecting so that they weren't exactly 'watching' the scene unfold as opposed to being 'willing participants'. Big, sapphire colored eyes looked down at Stark through eyes that held an aroused fog to them. If he were to truly focus on every aspect of the scene, he might run for the hills. There was no scenario in which he liked the idea of anyone else potentially seeing his bare ass. Being watched might have been a kink of Tony's but it was only an idea Charles could get into IF he was unaware of being watched. The image he projected most days was of a man in complete control. That was the art behind being a telepath so the idea of anyone seeing how easy he could come undone... It bothered him and yet...

"Ugh why are you like this? Why are you so goddamned gorgeous?"

Send Tony to bed. He was drunk. Was it even consensual despite Tony asking for mental consent if he was still a little drunk? The lines were blurred here and it worried him. He didn't believe in taking advantage of people, especially since he had a questionable experience once that left him a little wary. And telepaths had such a bad rep. As hard as he felt... or thought he felt, he had to be sure...

"Even though we're not REALLY touching, are you aware of your actions? Are you truly 100% okay with us...doing this? The idea of your mouth wrapped around me is sending me, but for the love of god don't unless you're 1000% sure. At the very least we still win by avoiding that awkward morning after dream phase."

[samanthasgone]

Ever since I got a new phone with a new number, i already have two people call me. The first call was asking about someone else and the second call was a butt dial from an unknown number. Seeing on this on my Instagram feed I have to share it because this is how I feel lol

"who the fck is call me!!!!""

motherfckers...!"

ⓘ 𝘼𝙥𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙘𝙞𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙥𝙡𝙚𝙩𝙚𝙡𝙮 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙤𝙬𝙣𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙫𝙞𝙙𝙚𝙤; [ noahtwitcharchive ] ⛧

[yourlocaltiredartist]

some fanart for @callmehere-iwillappear ‘s fic new phone who dis (it’s rlly cool go check it out!) based on their poster. this was a bit outside my comfort zone but super fun to draw :)

tap/click for better quality, and no text version under the cut :)

[violasmirabiles]

got a new sticker on the laptop 💜

[sad-torbek-noises]

Holy shit, is the bleed from Candela Obscura just...basically magical radiation??? Or like, just straight up radiation?????

If just being exposed to it (not even having to touch it directly) is enough to weaken the human body (because they take a bleed mark when they get too close to it),

if there's a chance that prolonged exposure to copious amounts of it could mutate you (or start disintegrating you) in some shape or form like when they take a scar after getting four bleed marks,

and if it had a hand in the straight up obliteration of an entire civilization because the people were trying to use it to gain power and then ended up suffering direct damage from it as well as creatures mutated by it (and the bleed and its mutated creatures are still around to fuck with the citizens of the new civilization)

THAT'S JUST BASICALLY MAGICAL RADIATION

[wejustvibing]

it's completely untrue. i've not spoken to christian for a long, long, long time. and as far as i'm aware, no one in my team has spoken to them. however, they'd reached out to me or he reached out to me early on in the year, on like my old phone, i didn't see it till much, much later in the year. and i just said "sorry. sorry, i don't use this phone anymore." but i congratulated him on the amazing job he's done and i just said that hope i'm able to compete with you guys soon and that's all it was. i really don't understand what he's talking about - LH

[tmntseparatedaucompetition]

new phone who dis

By: @rbtlvr

Iteration: 2018

Where You Can Find It: Ao3

Support The Artist: Ko-fi

Summary: Four completely normal, entirely human teenagers set up a group chat after meeting on a Lou Jitsu fan forum. 100% definitely human shenanigans ensue.

[pyrooom]

new phone who dis

[crybabycunt]

(chasing a key suspect on foot, a train rapidly approaches. the suspect crosses the tracks, and fueled by determination, Kate attempts the same. Yelena tackles Kate to prevent the worst)

Kate: I have to, Yelena, my destiny is calling!

Yelena: Hang up then!

Kate: But—

Yelena: Wrong number! Kate’s not home!