#also known as new year's

[glitter-at-the-panic]

As a (Schrödinger's) Jewish girl who's entire family from what was once the Soviet Union, December means both Chanukah AND Noviy God (basically Soviet new year's) for me! And this year they also overlap!

My two favourite Hollidays in one!

[starry-bi-sky]

do yall ever think about bruce/batman!clone danny standing in front of his bathroom mirror after finding out he was a clone and silently tracing his face. The slope of his jaw and point of his chin. The high angle of his cheekbones and the shape of his eyes, the curve of his brow bones and the shape of his nose. The volume of his hair and the way it curls and gets fluffy when it gets too long.

His hair is black the same way a crow's wing is black. His dad's hair is black the same way a black bear's fur is black. His dad's eyes are blue like the ocean is blue. Danny's eyes are blue the same way a glacier is blue.

His dad has a square jaw and straight flat hair, and he tans and gets a face full of freckles when he's out in the sun for too long. Danny burns like a lobster and his face remains untouched. Danny has a sharp jaw and tall cheekbones, and Sam says when he's not smiling there's almost something regal about him. You would never call Jack Fenton "regal" when he's not smiling.

Sam says when he's not smiling he looks scary the same way a stone statue is. Jack Fenton when he's not smiling looks scary the same way that german shepherd staring at you across the street is.

Do you ever think he grew up wondering if he was adopted. Because of course, he has black hair and blue eyes like his dad. But having the same color doesn't make you someone's child.

Or, worse, things he's heard from the other kids and the other parents and even some of his teachers growing up; that he was the product of an affair. And that his dad was just too stupid to notice. And Danny would defend his parents until the day he died, because Jack Fenton wasn't an idiot and Maddie Fenton wasn't a cheater.

But doubt comes in with fickle tongue. his parents swear up and down that he is their child when he asks about either. That Danny just had his grandparents' features, but he was their son and they loved him.

But Danny doesn't look like either of his parents. His mom's eyes are blue like an aquamarine and Jazz's too. And they burn like lobsters in the sun too, but Jazz gets freckles on her face and so does Maddie. And as Danny grows up he doesn't bulk up or get stocky like his dad did, and when he hits puberty he doesn't shoot up like a tree like Jack Fenton did.

He stays small, and they say he's a late bloomer (and he is), or that he just has his mom's height. But he's fast and has good stamina, and some days it feels like he's built entirely different from his family. That the things they went through growing up just didn't apply to him. Jack and Maddie Fenton both had acne and breakouts when they hit puberty, and Jazz inherits it and he's seen the amount of skincare products she keeps on her side of the bathroom.

And then he hits puberty and breaks out maybe once or twice, but his skin stays clear for the most part and the problems and changes his dad went through just don't happen to him.

And the truth is worse than all of the lies.

How horrifying.

[tastycitrus]

there's an alternate timeline where the new 52 reboot kept all three batgirls but retconned all the robins except for dick, who went back to being robin with nightwing banned from being mentioned at all

[theoldmixer]

“NOW AND THEN” TO BE RELEASED WORLDWIDE THURSDAY, NOVEMBER 2 AT 2PM GMT / 10AM EDT / 7AM PDT

[fuckyeahisawthat]

Paul/Chani battle couple falling in love while fighting side by side in a guerrilla war for national liberation felt like a gift to me personally for many reasons but mostly because comrades-to-lovers is SUCH a specific vibe and putting Paul Atreides into that dynamic is so so so so funny

[wundrousarts]

Sorry for making this blog to post my Nevermoor fanart and then never posting said fanart. Here’s a Mog doodle from last month. Still figuring out a design for her… probably for eternity!

[autisticaradiamegido]

day 281

ill be honest w yall i dont remember most of hs2 or the epilogues and i will not be rereading to refresh my memory but i DID read today's upd8 specifically because i saw my guy and you know what

callin this one a win for the sollux enjoyers

[exotic-dinostuff]

IS THAT A BIRD??A PLANE??A SERIAL DESTINATION N??

This year is the year of the dragon zodiac!!

And also put N there cause he deserves some happiness, N made a dragon friend<3

[twilight-zoned-out]

"Seven years ago we all went through the flames; and the happiness of some of us since then is, we think, well worth the pain we endured."

Although Dracula was published in 1897, some think that it takes place in 1893 because of the way the days and dates used line up. If that's the case, Jonathan Harker's epilogue, seven years later, would have been added around 1900. A new era bubbling with new change and new conventions. The story ends with Jonathan looking ahead to a new century filled with the unknown and being able to look on the past, despite its darkness, "without despair."

[stebeans]

Arcane F1AU

Warning: explicit sex, g!p caitlyn [has a penis]

The supermodel "lip lock" that is alluded to in Part 1 that had the blonde award-winning actress all jealous and riled up. So pretty much filth - pt 2, make sure you check out pt 1 - link below

This is also a psa that Caitlyn Kiramman, heir to the Kiramman House, '25 world driver champion, is THE ultimate dork to ever dork in Runeterra. And she still gets the girl(s).

Also if any of you are tumblr-savvy, please message me. hoping for some tips/tricks to help make these posts easier to navigate and find. thanks in advance! Feel free to send me an ask, I've received a couple but always happy to share my thoughts!

She's a Lady Killer - Part 2

The Supermodel - Three months ago

Coming off the Noxus race weekend of the '25 season, a podium finish (first place to be exact) and therefore securing the driver's world champion, Caitlyn was feeling high, her heart thumping and energy just bubbling underneath her skin at all the adrenaline that had yet to wear off.

Her and the team of joyous Hextech Petronas found themselves in a recently opened club in Noxus to celebrate the win and the driver. She had been pulled unwillingly to the dance floor by Jayce but as soon as an old school number blared out of the speakers the two caught each other's eye and without a single word they began the first few steps of a choreographed dance routine they had created in their much younger years. They immediately garnered the attention of almost every occupant in the club, whoops of encouragement and amused chuckles filling the club.

Mel, shook her head, lips turning up with mirth as she lifted a glass of red wine at their theatrical dance moves. Only those two would be able to pull off a dorky dance routine from the early 2000's and make it look somewhat decent and not only that, their infectious dance had kickstarted some sort of dance off. She silently hoped the camera crew caught that on tape. Sure the young Kiramman's pride might take a hit when she's a little more sober and less high on adrenaline but Mel was willing to pay a pretty penny for that film. She wouldn't be the shrewd business woman that she was today if she didn't have some sort of...incentive hidden up her sleeves.

The two goobers on the dance floor twirled, twisted and robot-ed themselves on the dance floor, their laughter mixing in the music that filled the club. A mistimed move had Jayce nearly face planting and Caitlyn laughed. "You're mixing up the moves!"

"Nu-uh!" Jayce recovered as smooth as one can after finishing of an entire bottle of champagne. "You're the one off-beat!"

Blue eyes immediately narrowed as Caitlyn let out a scoff, affronted by the accusation. Jayce nearly died from laughter at her look. Caitlyn who looked downright pissed for criticizing her dance moves from decades ago than when the race stewards had bestowed her with a 10-place grid penalty prior to the race. It was only due to Caitlyn's sheer grit and determination that they had managed the win, the driver weaving and cutting through the mid-field to somehow claw her way to P1 like some unhinged mongoose. "Oh god!" Jayce guffawed, wiping away tears from his eyes. "Your face right now. If looks could kill."

Rolling her eyes, Caitlyn playfully slapped Jayce on the chest with the back of her hand. "Shut up." She said half-heartedly, a grin fighting to make its way across her features.

The song winded down and the crowd hollered and broke out into an applause at their impromptu dance routine. Jayce and Caitlyn blushed, both raising a hand in acknowledgment as they realized the scene they had caused. "Not bad Kiramman. Can't believe you still remember the routine. How did we even come up with those moves?"

Caitlyn shook her head, letting out a soft chuckle. "I was eight, what's your excuse?'

The two caught each other's eyes once more and they broke into another round of laughter. "Touché."

The DJ spun the record and smoothly transitioned into the next song, a sensual voice from one of the latest hot hits took over the speakers.

"Impressive moves." A tall dark skinned woman commented, a couple equally beautiful women trailing close behind her. "Mind if we cut in?" She asked Jayce but the woman barely waited for an answer before settling her arms around Caitlyn's neck. Brows shot nearly to her hairline as Caitlyn caught Jayce's mirroring look from over the woman's shoulder. Amused, Jayce gestured towards Caitlyn with a flourish. "She's all yours ladies."

Shaking his head the whole way back, Jayce weaved his way around bodies towards the table claimed by the Hextech Petronas team. "Damn," he sulked, as he dropped into the booth next to Mel. "I don't know how she does that."

Mel lifted a perfectly shaped brow and Jayce jerked his head towards Caitlyn and to both of their amusement the world champion was now being grinded on by the trio of women as the music picked up. "Were we dancing the same dance?" He asked incredulously and Mel couldn't help but huff out a laugh, patting Jayce's forearm reassuringly.

"I don't think it was just the dance that caught their eye, dear."

One of the pit crew member refilled a handful of glasses and passed one over to Jayce. "Which one of those women do you think Caitlyn's taking home with her tonight?"

"What makes you think it'll just be the one?" Another chimed in.

Jayce wrinkled his nose. That was like...his little sister they were wagering about. "That one pressed right against the front of her seems to be the winner." One of the guys commented.

"No, I don't quite think so." Mel said, her eyes trailing to a woman seated at the bar who Mel had noted had been locked in the second Caitlyn had joined the dance floor. "I think we may have a new challenger."

Thankfully, Mel had clocked the film crew packing up and leaving the establishment just moments after the impromptu dance routine ended, delightfully satisfied with what they were able to capture on camera for the night. While Mel was sure many viewers were going to be surprised about the dorky side of the famed Caitlyn Kiramman, she wasn't so sure their hearts would be ready when things got down and dirty.

Jayce followed Mel's line of sight, jaw dropping open as he recognized the woman almost immediately, seeing as she was on the cover of almost every damn magazine in all of Runeterra. "Damn, isn't that–"

The entire table fell into silence, now too invested and entertained to politely turn away. They needed to see how the scene would play out for their star driver.

Back on the dance floor, surprised yet pleased by the sudden turn of events, Caitlyn had quickly settled her hands on the flared hips of the dark skinned woman in front of her, hips moving along with the beat, quickly falling into rhythm with the women around her. She felt curious hands on her waist as well, slipping underneath the hem of her dress shirt to press against warm, smooth skin, while a pair of firm breasts pressed against the side of her arm, the third woman and the last of the trio was certainly not to be outdone.

They danced and grinded along one another until the song ended. Adrenaline still thrumming in her veins from the race win and being declared, excuse her French, the fucking world champion driver for '24 season, there really was only one way the night was going to end. Caitlyn was about to lean forward and ask if they had any plans for the rest of the night, when she felt the woman in front of her stiffen, taking a small step backwards, the other two following suit right after.

Caitlyn was rightfully confused until an alluring voice cut through the music. "Any chance you have room on your dance card for me?" Twisting to face the newcomer, Caitlyn's eyes widened at the woman before her, recognizing the woman in a heartbeat.

Long wavy red hair gleamed underneath the strobing lights, perfect porcelain white skin that was flawless that even makeup couldn't enhance, bright mischievous green eyes and a sultry grin. The natural beauty paired with the silky short emerald green number and strappy heels, had Caitlyn throat bobbing tightly. She barely registered the women she had been dancing with had made a silent retreat in the face of the stunning supermodel.

"Miss Conners." Caitlyn forced out, swallowing dryly as she attempted to regain her composure, the newcomer certainly didn't need an introduction. Even if one weren't caught up in the exaggerated gossip of celebrity "news", it was pretty much impossible to step foot in any establishment - cafes, bookstores, gas stations, even grocery store aisles - without recognizing the cover page beauty. Hell, Caitlyn swore she had a magazine sitting atop of one of the furnished tables in her hotel room with this woman's face and scantily clad body adorning the cover.

Caitlyn shook herself into motion. Who knew how long she had been staring dumbly. "Of course." Caitlyn held out a hand, which the supermodel accepted with a grin that showed off her cute dimples. Downright sexy and cute. Fuck. Caitlyn was screwed. "Lucky for me, it appears I'm in need of a dance partner."

"I hear congratulations are in order." The woman shouted into Caitlyn's ear in order to be heard over the thumping bass, hips swaying to the music with ease. "Can't say I've ever had the pleasure of meeting a champion driver before."

"I'm honored I can be your first."

"I'm interested to know if the rumors are true or just mere fabrication to fuel inflated egos for you frail motorsport drivers."

Caitlyn brow rose in surprise, a chuckle escaping through her lips, taken aback yet intrigued. "Oh yeah? What might these rumors entail?"

A wandering finger trailed along Caitlyn's jaw scratching softly against her neck before settling lower to where her chest was exposed where the top few buttons of her her shirt was left undone, the warm hand resting comfortably between her breasts.

"Stamina for one. Heard that you drivers train under harsh environment, pushing your bodies to go beyond what is considered humanly possible."

"Very true." Caitlyn attested. "It's a demanding sport that requires demanding training." Her lips turning up in amusement when the supermodel's other hand began roaming across her shoulders, down her arms to grip and squeeze tight biceps before inching lower to perch against her toned abs that could be felt even with her shirt on.

"It appears the rumors of drivers being in top shape is also true." The model remarked, eyes glinting at the way Caitlyn's muscles clenched underneath her gentle touch. "And how about reaction time? Split second decisions that could literally lead to life or death – very daring. How would you grade your reaction time, Miss Kiramman?"

Barely suppressing the growl in her throat, Caitlyn pulled the supermodel flush against her, where she was certain the model could feel her hardness twitch within the confines of her pants. "I don't know. You tell me." She punctuated with a slight thrust, feeling her fully hardened member pulse against the thin silken dress.

Green eyes darkened with lust, pupils dilated with need matching what Caitlyn surmised was reflected in her own. The thrumming of adrenaline very much pumping through her veins from her race win and now clouded with sinful lust.

"Even better yet. Why don't I show you what it takes to be a champion driver? Give you a hands on demonstration?" Caitlyn, murmured with another forceful push against the supermodel, watching the woman's eyes flutter at the movements, pressing herself closer so that Caitlyn's bulge rubbed against the perfect spot.

"Is that a promise Champ?" The supermodel eyes twinkled underneath the lights, before planting a kiss filled with desire and playfulness, both ignorant to the flash of an amateur paparazzo.

Unbeknownst to them, the grainy, far too zoomed-in picture would headline many gossip rags for the next month.

Later that night - The Hotel

Sweat rolled down her forehead, her collarbones glistening with slight perspiration as her hips continued to roll deeply into the woman beneath her. A low sensual moan escaped the redhead's perfectly plump lips as she was filled fully and thoroughly, reinvigorating Caitlyn as she pumped roughly until a scream of pleasure was ripped from the woman's throat. "Fuuuuuuck, yessssss! Harder baby. Harder. You're fucking me so damn good."

Caitlyn leaned over the smooth pale skin, gathering a handful of the luscious red locks and twisting it just hard enough to draw out a pleased whimper. Nipping at the back of the model's neck, Caitlyn pressed harder and deeper into the woman, feeling warm, wet walls flutter against her hardness. "One more. Give me one more." Caitlyn demanded, the quivering of the woman's cunt increasing in frequency and intensity that Caitlyn couldn't help but choke out a moan at the sudden tightness.

Angling her hips, she felt the model squeeze even tighter around her as the new angle had Caitlyn pounding insistently against the soft spongy spot within the model's molten hot pussy. "Shit. I'm cum-. Ah fuck I'm cumming!" The model screamed out, a flood of fluids rushing out and nearly pushing Caitlyn out from within her depths.

Caitlyn groaned, the rhythmic pulsing and wetness of the model's orgasm had forcefully pulled Caitlyn closer to the edge. Ignoring the tightening of the model's pussy, Caitlyn pushed through the stubborn walls, her hefty girth and length slicing through the woman's cunt like hot butter. She pulled out on a tide of wetness and in the far reaches of Caitlyn's sex induced mind she vaguely realized she was making the supermodel beneath her fucking squirt. Fuck she needed to do that again.

Pushing back in, Caitlyn felt the head of her cock push up against the model's cervix – end of the line – before slowly retracting, the blunt head of her cock catching against the women's g-spot on the way out before another rush of fluids rushed out against her. "CAITLYN!" The model screamed out, hoarse now from hours from the absolute record-breaking fucking she's ever had, an unsuspecting orgasm just after the heights of the last one had her eyes rolling to the back of her head and toes curling as pleasure washed over for what had to be the seventh time that night.

"Shit!" Caitlyn cursed, feeling her balls tighten quicker than anticipated.

Luckily, the powerful pressure behind the model's squirting had forced Caitlyn's cock outside of the redhead's cunt and Caitlyn quickly directed her cock over the smooth expanse of the model's back as she emptied a thick massive load of cum onto the woman. Unfortunately they had ran out of condoms a couple rounds ago but neither wanted to stop for the night. "Fuck you're perfect." Caitlyn huffed, gasping for breath through the blood thundering behind her ears, her cock twitching every now and than as she emptied everything she had.

A moment passed as the two caught their breath, the woman beneath Caitlyn was completely wrecked and boneless. Caitlyn hadn't even realized when the model had collapsed from her doggy style position, instead just lying prone as Caitlyn rutted into her like a mindless beast. Must've happened between the fifth or sixth orgasm she had pulled from the model.

Reaching over to the hand towel draped carelessly on the night stand, Caitlyn began wiping her mess from the model's back. "Are you okay?" Caitlyn murmured, pressing a soft kiss onto the woman's shoulder. "It was a little intense there at the end."

The model laughed lightly. "Just the end?" She quipped before turning over onto her back and wrapping her arms around Caitlyn's neck to pull the driver into a deep kiss, ignoring the distant soreness throbbing between her legs from the marathon fucking. Yeah, she was definitely going to be walking funny for at least a week.

Caitlyn grinned into the kiss, opening her mouth slightly and feeling the redhead immediately lick into her mouth with vigor.

They made out for a moment longer before the need for air forced them to separate. "You're insatiable." Caitlyn said, settling onto her hunches, feeling her slowly softening member twitch in anticipation.

"That's my line."

Hungry blue eyes roamed the expanse of the woman below. From the heaving of her chest, perfect firm breasts rising and falling with each breath, toned stomach and the neatly trimmed triangle of red curls, and as her eyes travelled lower Caitlyn failed to suppress her groan. The model's pussy looked truly and absolutely used. Red and puffy from Caitlyn's rough fucking and delightfully glistening from the woman's earlier orgasms. Her hole gaped wide and clenched, now that it was no longer filled. Honestly, the sight before her was made of dreams.

Subconsciously, Caitlyn reached out with her fingers, gently prodding and gathering the slickness around the model's folds, watching as the model's pussy squeeze in response as she played with her clit before slipping her wet digits back into heat. "Seriously?" The model admonished, taken aback by the woman's stamina and insatiable appetite despite her earlier teasing.

"Once more." Caitlyn promised, taking hold of her already hardened cock, long and wonderfully girthy.

"Now where did I hear that before?" The model teased but found herself spreading her legs regardless, slick flowing easily from her pussy, dripping down to join the mess beneath her from their last handful of rounds.

Caitlyn looked up from where she was eyeing her warmth, blue mischievous eyes meeting the model's. "If I'm not mistaken. I had promised earlier to show you what being a world champion driver entailed." Caitlyn grinned, lining up the head of her cock against the model's opening before pushing forward in one smooth motion until she was seated deeply, eliciting a pleasured whine. "And I repeat, I'm honored to be your first."

Previously:

She's a Lady Killer - Part 1 (The actress)

https://www.tumblr.com/stebeans/770640335450849280/arcane-f1au?source=share

F1AU (Vi's pov) - there's racing, some crashes and a fight

https://www.tumblr.com/stebeans/770896681209397248/arcane-f1au?source=share

[zabiume]

Have you seen the theory regarding Rukia's origins? I just heard of it, and I think it'll definitely be explored in the hell arc (when/if we get it), especially because Ichika was the first person to notice the hell hollows?? And since Renji didn't see them, we can only assume this could come from Rukia? Anyway, it's mostly based on the differences in how her name is written on chapter covers compared to all the other shinigami (used nanao for comparison, but everyone else has the brush stroke writing). Kubo even mentioned this in klub outside as something intentional!

Your post mentioning hell arc reminded me of this so i wanted to ask what u think :3

yes, i've seen this!!! i haven't been able to stop thinking about it since he said that on klub, but idk if it has anything to do with what you said about ichika, though? the only reason she spotted them first seems to be because a) ichigo and renji are bickering with their backs turned to the hollows, while she's at an angle where she can see them, and b) the reason renji didn't see them/sense them seems to be because the hollows' spiritual pressure was undetectable

it's unclear what exactly rukia got up to in the years between hisana abandoning her and her meeting renji and the other boys, but it looks like she'd already been calling herself "rukia" by the time she met them, so my leading theory is that she chose that name for herself

but it's unclear how or when or why she would do this and why that name in particular. i've always been curious about this blank period in her life and how many questions about her are still unanswered (at least to me).

we also get a birthday for her, which is interesting because, as hitsugaya notes, most people in rukongai don't exactly have birthdays, since they were never born, but in the same chapter we do get rangiku and gin deciding that rangiku's birthday is the day they met, so it's possible that a lot of rukongai "birthdays" are really just days that hold significant meaning to them, so what exactly is significant about january 14th to rukia? granted, this is from her character sketch at the end of volume 1, so it's possible this is a thoughtless "error" that kubo might have made while he was still figuring out the soul society world-building but idk! these are definitely questions i have and the lack of answers frustrate/excite me. i do think kubo's telling the truth about the brush strokes being significant though because he usually owns up to things he did by accident or things he wasn't thinking too deeply about, so i do tend to believe him when he says it's intentional but WHAT does it mean, though?

[denieatsart]

Btw . I cannot put into words how much i love all of my friends and mutuals here and how much I hope you all have a wonderful year and how much I'm grateful for you this past year

I am like . Giving everyone very big hugs rn , and patting you all on the head and wishing you an amazing year

And if that seems out there , just a good day . Or a good minute . I am giving you all of the good vibes

[ladyofsilverr]

here come the losers calling ciri ugly in the trailer bruh

[anna-scribbles]

h-how do you ever finish any of your work? genuine question because you seem to be productive despite your agreste syndrome and I need to learn your ways. but also how do you ever finish any of your work

unclear. last night i stayed up and finished a report worth 25% of my grade at about 5am, arrived on time for my 9am lecture, and spent about half of it zoned out while thinking about seventeen year old emilie agreste. and i was one of the most active participants in the class discussion

[darkcreamz95]

@flananjan requested a drawing of Jan as this image so

[wearesociety]

read here | the vampire diaries universe | bonnie/klaus | e | 12k words

His rich scent—spice rum and oak maybe? Surround her, as he places two fingers underneath her chin and raises her head to meet his gaze. Piercing ink-blue eyes stare into hers.

A warmth spreads on her skin.

He licks his lips. Senusal, it pulls at her gut. “It’s a maze until someone reaches out, then you're found.”

or

Bonnie finds herself entangled with a man, she knows she won’t survive.