#an Ooze™️

[daily-yttd-something]

Day 165: men can’t read

[grimcatician]

Something something something book omens’ focus is about the love of humanity something something shows is about the love between two (not) ppl something something something dolphins

[sizzlingcloudmentality]

slow

pairing: Dave York x f!reader

wordcount: ~1.7k

summary: Dave is not the type for slow morning sex and struggles his way through cock warming. He's just a guy <3

warnings: smut, explicit, no use of y/n, established relationship, mild d/s dynamics, unprotected p in v, cock warming, pussy pronouns, pet name (honey), female masturbation (teensy tiny bit), a couple of affectionate ass smacks, Dave trying to be a strong man™️ and not fuck you silly

a/n: it started as a blurb but it got big. Sorry not sorry. Don't come for me, come for him. Literally. Even if he says no. Forever and always grateful for @guiltyasdave for the hyping and the beta. 💛

divider: @saradika-graphics

There is no such thing as a slow morning with Dave. Slow evenings and nights, yes. But not the mornings. 

The mornings are for getting up early, going for a run, taking a shower, getting ready and giving you a forehead kiss while he's already halfway through the door on his way to work.

And it's not that you didn't try to get up as early as him, tried to make him breakfast, tried to bring him a coffee to bed before his alarm even went off. You did all this and he was grateful. 

But you disturbed his morning ritual, and his rituals are sacred. If one thing doesn't go like the ritual dictates, his whole day feels off. 

He knows you crave the slow mornings. With coffee in bed and his cock in your pussy. But he simply can't. Dave is a creature of habit and you know that, accept it and support him by not being in his way. 

But when Dave got the opportunity to work from home for a day a week he agreed immediately. Not because he is a big fan of working from home, he prefers the office setting by far. But Dave knew it would make you happy to see him during the day, maybe eating lunch together, maybe having a coffee break in the kitchen. 

The first day of working remote comes and everything happens as always. Getting up, going for a run, taking a shower, he even puts on his suit. You get the kiss on your forehead while you are still tangled up in the bed sheets. 

It's not even 6:30 in the morning and Dave is already having a call with someone somewhere in Europe. You hear his voice faintly, it creeps around the corners of the hallway, paired with the smell of coffee. 

The words are inaudible but the sound of his voice... You sigh and your hand slowly snakes between your legs, just like the authoritative tone, his professional laughter, the competence oozing from him. It's not about making yourself come to his voice, it's about the pleasure and comfort of knowing him close to you today. 

With your movements too sluggish and too modest you slowly drift into sleep again. When Dave opens the door to the bedroom with a coffee for you, he finds you like this, sleeping on your side with one hand in your panties.

He doesn't have the time, he's having another call in 15 minutes but God, this is so tempting. You are so tempting. He's torn between waking you up and handing you your coffee or waking you up and making you moan. 

His dick twitches at the thought and his free hand tugs himself back in place. 

He's in control of every aspect of his life. Even you, because you gladly play after his rules. But his dick... that's the one thing he has little control over, especially when it comes to you.

Dave doesn't like being weak, being put in his place because clearly, his place is at the top and no one else puts him there but himself. 

But for you? He's weak for you. He's soft for you, and tender, and it scares him sometimes. If you knew how much you have him wrapped around your finger, you could easily use it to your advantage. 

You wouldn't do it. He knows that. You're good, good for him, good to him, his good girl. Maybe too good for him. 

He shoves the thought aside and seizes your ankle, a touch between a tickle and a pull. You stir in your half sleep and his cock stirs in his briefs. 

God, he's so fuckin' weak for you. 

He paws at you, at your soft calf, pulling you closer to the edge of the bed while you sleepily turn onto your stomach, sweetly groaning and whining. 

"Wake up," he orders, still in work mode, used to be obeyed for payment and you groan again because his command reverberates in your achingly empty cunt. 

"I'm awake," you murmur and feel his ridiculously large hands gripping your hip and hoisting you up on your knees. One hand follows the curve of your spine between your shoulder blades, pushing your chest back onto the mattress, the other hand impatiently tugs and pulls your panties to the side. 

"That's what you do all morning when I'm not at home? Playing with yourself?" His palm lands on your ass, it's not painful, you know he simply likes the visual of your soft flesh jiggling and rippling under the impact of his body. 

A clink of his belt buckle, the low hiss of his zipper, the grunt when he pulls himself out of his boxers and pumps himself out of habit. 

"Answer me." Another order and you clench. 

"No. I don't." You arch your back more, stick your ass out more, not caring about how needy you are already after just waking up. 

"Such a shame," Dave murmurs and gives you another smack, kneading your ass cheek until he pulls you open for him. 

"You really should play with yourself. Gets you nice and ready for me." 

He checks the clock. T-10 until the next call. Fuck. No slow morning for you and him, again. 

He nudges his tip between your folds and runs up and down and up and down again and again to hear your sweet gasps and whines and pleas. Oh he lives for the muffled please, please, fuck me. 

The thick head of his cock disappears inside of you, welcomed by the squeezes of your cunt. You're still sleepy but she's wide awake. She always is for him.

“Sorry, honey, got no time to properly fuck you,” he mutters and slowly, painfully slow, pushes into you. Torturous for you and for him. He gives you the time to stretch around him, to fully wake up to his cock buried in your tight heat. And he allows himself the luxury to hide his own neediness behind your back.

Your warm, soft butt pressed against him, your sleep-warmth seeping through the fabric of his slacks. Your cute cotton panties pushed to the side, the waistband cutting into your plush hips… Dave's thighs twitch from the effort of not pulling out and thrusting back into your pussy again. “Just need to feel you. Just for a couple of minutes. Don't!”

A sharp clap echoes through the room when you try to rock your hips against Dave. He kneads the stinging skin on your butt, already feeling a little sorry. So. Fucking. Weak.

“Can't have you ruin my slacks.” Can't have me giving in.

He needs a lesson in discipline. In staying strong. He can't run around, always hard, just because you're in the same room and breathing. He can't be a slave to your cunt, even though he is.

Another glance at the clock, he has five minutes left at best. Five minutes to stay strong. But you don't need to suffer, you did nothing wrong.

Dave doesn't move, doesn't budge an inch, his jaw is clenched and every time your sweet little pussy clamps down on him he grunts. He won't move. Need. To stay. Strong.

You're being so good. You just stay still, needy, sleepy, confused. Why won't he move? Not even a little bit? His hands run over your back, so damn slow, the weight of his palms heavy on your skin, his blunt nails barely grazing you.

“Touch yourself for me, sweet girl,” he grits through his teeth, thinking he might be able to endure the next phase of his stupid self-inflicted disciplinary action. “But don't move, do you understand?”

You nod your head, your cheek rubbing against the bed sheets that smell like you and Dave. “Yes,” you murmur and when your fingers find your clit you bite into the sheets, groaning out another ‘yes’ with drawing tight circles over your sensitive bud. 

You clench around him, gripping him and your already tight and snug cunt starts feeling like Dave's personal heaven. If only he could fuck you thoroughly. Don't.

He grips the flesh of your rear again, concealing his trembling fingers with pulling and holding you close against him. God, the way you squeeze him, the way he fits so perfectly…

Dave always enjoyed cock warming. Nothing better than having you sit on him, needy and soaking, while watching a movie or eating dinner, balls deep inside of you. But not today. Today is torture. Today he is the one not being allowed to feel too much pleasure.

But you, on the other hand, enjoy yourself immensely. It isn't ideal, you like the movement more, the friction, the pounding, the way your whole body gets shaken with every thrust. But being stuffed full and working on yourself is nice, too. Really nice. Every one of his throbs and his hissed curses push you closer to the edge. Just a little bit more, just a little longer, just a-

“Oh hell no,” he snarls and pulls his hips back, both of you wince when the connection between you breaks. “Didn't tell you to finish.” He knows you well, knows exactly how your cunt acts when you're about to come. And he knows his dick, this traitor. The weak link.

“Dave… Please?” You whine, wiggling your ass for him, offering your bare self to him, trying to lure him back into you and a bead of sweat trickles down his forehead. He's so needy, he hates it.

“Not this time, honey, sorry.” His cock is covered in your arousal, glistening, coated from the tip to his balls, but he doesn't bother wiping himself clean. He simply pulls his briefs and slacks back up, his fingers tenderly drum on your butt one last time before he turns for the door as if he was on the run. 

The fucking call starts in two minutes. He feels your sticky slick messing up his briefs, he knows he's leaking. Your cunt, that's what he will smell the whole time, every time he spreads his legs. He will actually smell you all day long. 

That'll do it, though. Teach him the lesson about discipline. Because he surely can't be this hard the whole day. He won't be weak for you the whole day. He won't give in to his dick that so desperately wants to be buried in any of your holes.

Turns out, he's not hard the whole day. Just until lunchtime, when he finds you in the kitchen and asks you to get on your knees because you have to clean up your mess you left on him.

There truly is no such thing as a slow morning with Dave.

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[thestarlightforge]

“The Valley Song” might be different in the books, but Francis Lawrence was WILD FOR THIS 💀

With his OCD and generally Disastrous™️ mental state, the seed of his destruction was planted from the moment Katniss uttered her name on Reaping Day.

But some moments are EXTRA 🤣

Think about it. The games were going on, Katniss & Peeta had already gotten already under his skin more than he liked, he was pissed at Seneca— both for the rule change and for not just killing the girl already, especially after the fires in Eleven. But no great matter. They’re children. They’ll be dead soon. Let them squirm for the crowd a little, put something besides riots on the air.

The doughboy was lying there, blood oozing out of that disgusting leg. The girl tended him—clumsily. He shouldn’t have even had it on, could have just waited for a missive from the Gamemakers—but he told himself, it’s better this way, to watch them die, and kept it on in the background. Besides, if he watched, he could break the news gently to his granddaughter.

The boy chattered, delirious. The girl was trying to shush him. At least she quit that dreadful singing. “I remember when you, you sang in music assembly,” the boy rambled. Snow heavy-sighed.

Then, “The teacher said, ‘Who knows the Valley Song?’”

Snow’s jaw clenched. His keyboard fell silent. He slowly faced the holo.

“And your hand shot straight up.”

He wished he could set that little snake on fire. He’d gladly light the match himself.

[watchyourbuck]

Oh god okay here we go

Why must I go into heavy detail you ask? Well, I am actually unable to shut up so here it is them 10 TOP “there’s no chance this is a straight friendship” MOMENTS

“You can have my back any day” aka the enemies to lovers speedrun. The immediate feeling we’re supposed to get from the screen is jealousy. Buck is jealous of the new recruit because he’s hot, a medic, a veteran, whatever. I’ll give it to you children, he WAS jealous. But then they go on call and they get into immediate danger bc 911 is a drama and then Eddie’s very keen on being Buck’s partner. Nothing queer til then right? WRONG. Eddie’s line is pretty normal but the way Buck reacts isn’t. I have had my fair share of “huh this person I didn’t like is actually cool” moments but nEVER have I once sucked in a breath, forgot how to blink, rushed in my words OR stared at said person like I’d like for them to be my lover. Three points to Gayfindor.

“Is your son REALLY the reason you don’t date?” This line and the dialogue that follows makes absolutely no sense from the non-queer glass. Alright he asks bc he wants to know why two girls practically launched themselves at him and he declined (such a kind offer lmao) but… why are you standing so close? Why do you bump shoulders with him as you walk? Most importantly, what the FUCK does Eddie’s smirk mean after “they’re not my type either… not anymore.” Idk about you guys but when I’m not on the market I’m actually not in it 😀 and I don’t go around looking at my best friend like I’d consider fucking her (I’m actually kinda yikes about that thought bc she’s like my sister). Bottom line is: if you’re willing to fuck your best friend, there’s attraction. That scenes oozes attraction and I’d be willing to white glove challenge a body language reader.

The Tsunami. YES okay, there are far many moments in between but I also need to make this a somewhat readable list so here we go. We’re gonna pretend for a hot second Buck wants to save his best friend’s son, and not the child that he considers his own bc I’m tired. Let’s skip to the far end of this (be GrAtEfuL I’m skipping the whole sacrifice that this episode entailed. Buck was willing to die, to never sit down again if it meant looking for Chris [& the utter fear he has to face Eddie]. It’s a lot). Now, I do not OWN a child (thank god) but if I did, I wouldn’t be particularly comfortable with a simple friend from work taking care of them. They could be my very best friend from work and I’d still feel a little icky -at least nervous- about it. Yet Eddie not only takes Christopher back A F T E R the tsunami (Chris could’ve died and Eddie is nothing short of apprehensive), but he says ‘there’s no one I trust with my son more than you’. Um. Not his wife. Not his family (CHRIS’ family), not Abuela, not Tia Pepa. Buck. Who he… just met? Surely it isn’t bc he’s uncle buck… I don’t believe even Maddie has said that to Buck, where he’s actually, yknow, UNCLE BUCK. Co-parenting is not something done between a parent and a friend, and I know this shit bc my mom raised me with a few of her friends and guys,,, she never said that to any of them. Also Chris is practically never seen with anyone else from the 188firefam alone.

The Kitchen Scene™️. I have gone on rants about this before but truth be told THIS is the scene that conveys the MOST canonically sexual tension between them. We can joke about it all y’all want but this scene is unhinged. I don’t think Oliver and Ryan were aware that they should’ve been friends in this scene. The way the conversation shifts from apologetic sad puppy eyes to “you’re throwing your punches at the wrong guy” to I CAN TAKE YOU (???) you can what? “Oh you think?” “Oh I know” HELLO? Pls don’t even get me started on how Buck approaches Eddie, the way he’s puffy-chested, his hand on his belt, eyeing him up and down, nearly biting his lip, cocky grin,,,,, explain to me in hetero. I’m waiting😐 guys c’mon exPLAIN IT TO ME IN HETERO. The way Eddie glances to the side bc where’s Chris? And h o w he sips his beer right after, smirking, tiLTING His head. I’m sorry this is not straight in any way. I’m sorry you’re gonna have to accept this.

Clipboard Buck. Alright u got me!!! This one’s a lil silly, but so is my life, so it’s fair game. Clipboard Buck is annoying as fuck, he’s so fucking annoying. The entire firefam picks up on this, no one wants to be around,,,, except Eddie. You could argue that it’s bc he likes him as a friend and he’s just indulging …. 👁️👄👁️ sure but he also hides from Interim Captain Han soooo anyway what’s fun about this is how willing Eddie is to comply with everything he says. He’s basically twirling his hair, kicking his feet, smiling & blushing and “check!” 🧍🏽‍♀️ buck is kinky (that is canon e.g the ring cutter) and he gets high on authority and Eddie does backflips to meet his kinks. Exhibit 5 complete.

The Lawsuit Arc acka the first divorce era😔✊🏼. This one makes me rage a little bit because I get really upset at Buck for acting recklessly. Like baby let yourself HEAL. Anyway,,,, onto what brings us here 🥷🏼. It’s canon that the entire team is mad at Buck, they don’t really wanna bump into him, can’t really speak to him,,, but Eddie? Eddie’s filled with wrath. I cannot stress enough the fact that he uses Chris as an excuse “do you even know how much he misses you? how could you! you’re not here”. The way he expresses himself, and we’re choosing to ignore the fact that he HIMSELF misses Buck,, that’s how you talk to someone who has a responsibility with the child, not the fun coworker that randomly shows up @ your house with pizza every once in a while. “I couldn’t even call you to bail me out of jail”. He’s so u p s e t that for the first time they know each other he can’t rely on Buck when he’s hurting and in danger. And pls for the love of Jesus Christ my lord & savior don’t tell me that it’s a 118 thing bc he calls Ronda Rousey to come pick him up 🎅🏻 that grocery store scene is.. interesting.

Eddie Underground. Alright we’re getting serious now guys,,, might as well put on your thinking caps on this one. We all know the story, this isn’t a latest ep recap soooo The wAY Buck’s the ONLY ONE who desperately calls Eddie’s name when he’s fallen underground, amidst the heavy rain and dirt. Listen to me: he starts digging with his hands. With his bare hands I tell you!!!! 😩 Bobby has to physically pull him back as he cries on his lap. Buck is a smart man, he wouldn’t do something that’s completely illogic, he knows he can’t dig him out but he’s so desperate. His voice breaks, he can’t breathe, he becomes impulsive, reckless, impatient. Do I need to remind y’all the reason he wasn’t the one getting strapped to go underground??? “You’re not going down there. So we can have two cut off ropes?” Everyone knows he’s willing to sacrifice his integrity for Eddie bc his life doesn’t make sense without him. “We’ll get him back for you”

The Shooting + “I’ve made u my son’s dad lol”. When Eddie gets shot the world freezes for Buck. He’s left standing there, staring as Eddie’s blood splatters on him. He has to be tackled down. Even then, he’s unable to move, to breathe. He just looks as he bleeds out, and theN he snaps back into reality, bracing himself to go under the truck (foregoing his own trauma - I’ve said this before) and preparing for the amount of strength it’s gonna take to pull him under it. He screams at him to hold on, and later when he manages to pull him inside the truck he tells him he needs him to hang on. He rips his uniform open, he cries and screams,,, then Eddie wakes up, and he asks BUCK if HES okay. Bc he saw blood :( also as @butraura pointed out, he can’t die if Buck’s dying bc what about Chris? He only lets himself drift off when he knows Buck’s okay. Then we got The Will Reveal™️ also so unhinged. “You knew I wouldn’t turn it down” right what is this guys??? That was a year ago. He added him to his will A yEaR aGo. Idk about y’all but I haven’t added my friends to my will😀 also Buck’s the one who tells Chris ??? (I’m being very brief on this subject). Also “Because, Evan” shut up🧎🏽‍♀️

& 10. The Lightning Strike + “She sees me”. I’m doing these together bc I haven’t watched this episodes yet but I’m an addict so I’ve spoiled myself to the brim. The way Eddie screams Buck’s name, the way he saves him, “do more” h e l l o ?? The absolute PAIN in Eddie’s eyes, “you died Buck” “3 minutes and 17 seconds”, “his humor hasn’t changed” & the fact that he listens to Buck on his super genius math theory. And then Buck goes and says “I feel like Natalia sees me” ok. I mean my feelings mean nothing but Eddie’s face ??? That’s a man that knows he’s waited too long.

I rest my case. I’m missing a lot of scenes (like a lot omg Abby comes back, Buck under the Truck, Buck vomiting blood, the Taylor Arc) & y’all can argue in the comments about them, or add shit or try to dismantle mine, honestly the floor is yours idc wHat u do, just know you won’t convince me otherwise 🤸🏽these two are in love & that’s pretty much that on THAT. PERIOD.

[drawbauchery]

i have no idea if you’ve been asked this before already, but what is your stance on the opinion that jared and shuichi should’ve switched places? as much as i LOVE shuichi and would be devastated if he got cut short, i think it would be much more impactful. you start the game, see the protagonist and go “huh, so he’s very similar to makoto and hajime, aside from being a detective. guess we’re doing this again.”

then he forms a connection with this random piano girl and trusts her with his heart, only for the twist™️ to hit the player and the switch hits so much more, because now the protagonist becomes someone so much different than the other games’ protags! it makes for a really refreshing setting and i think would be very interesting to see shuichi try to kill the mastermind instead of kaede

gnsdlkfn I HATE WHAT AUTOCORRECT DID TO KAEDE'S NAME

UGH but yes i've liked this idea since my partner and i played it. and this has no bearing on how i feel about shuichi, cuz he's a wonderful protag and i'd kill thousands for him. narratively though.....killing him off and switching over to a spirited girl oozing with confidence and knowing exactly who she is......that's like the most dramatic heel turn i can imagine and i kinda dig it. and we'd get more kaede, so. bonus

[ditzyredrobin]

JayTim Week Day 2

Dawn / Space / Star

Just a snippet of of day two. And yes, chicken and stars is superior (take that Jason).

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“Campbell’s chicken and stars, really? If you’re going to burn the house down, at least pick the good stuff.”

Tim closes his eyes and counts to ten. A deep breath in through his nose, a deep breath out through his mouth, hoping it’ll help a little with the mounting emotions.

It doesn’t.

Trapped in a blanket, burrito-style, and reinforced by Jason’s arms, everything in him is screaming for him to flee.

Jason is pissed. Not kick his ass pissed, but it’s a close thing. It maybe even closer if he weren’t sick. Or maybe he was closer than he thought because he was sick and didn’t tell anyone. But Dick had a day job in Blüdhaven, he was an EMT, and Jason was on Official Red Hood Business™️.

Plus, he was fine. He had been watching his temperature. If it had gotten about 101.5, he would have called someone—Bruce, or Alfie, maybe Dick if he was feeling bad enough. But it all should have been fine.

He was fine.

“It’s not that big of a deal, Jason, I wasn’t going to burn the house down. It was just a minor series of unfortunate events that lead to some minor smoke.” Tim snaps back for the nth time in as many minutes. “Plus the classic is gross.”

Jason stares at him for a long moment with a pinched expression, his eye twitching. “The building had to evacuate.”

“So? That doesn’t mean I was going to burn the apartment down.”

“There are scorch marks on the stove and you destroyed one of my favorite pans. Which you owe me for, by the way. I paid good money for those.”

“Dick has done worse. At least I didn’t set off the sprinklers.”

It’s true and on more than one occasion.

He doesn’t laugh, instead it only serves to make him angrier. “This time! You didn’t set off the sprinklers this time. You’re damn lucky you didn’t get hurt. Both of you are, frankly.”

Tim rolls his eyes and wiggles in his cocoon of Jason, and comforter, and Kevlar, testing the waters and how much could he move.

He wasn’t the biggest fan of being carried around like a helpless damsel but being in Jason’s arms usually made it bearable, he smelled of cigarettes, and chewing gum, and that unique, undefinable smell that could only be described as purely Gotham. He was safe and warm, like a cup of chai in the winter, warming him from the inside out.

But his hold on him now wasn’t comfortable. It was like being caught in an iron vice, or bear trap. He couldn’t move, he couldn’t breathe, and every fiber in him screamed run. Red Hood was far too close to the surface and it frankly made Tim want to vomit. Everywhere.

If he hadn’t known any better, he would say the pit was starting to ooze up again. But Jason’s eyes were so blue it almost hurt.

[witchofthesouls]

I love your thought of Tarn being fascinated by the tiny invaders in his quarters. Mech goes so hard on sparkling proofing his room. It actually starts looking like normal quarters. The First Editions and other Creepy Stuff™️ are carefully packed up and stored away. Tarn starts reading the convolutedly obtained sparklin guides and rigorously prepares the room to be Sparlking Safe Deceptacon™️.

Plus if the DJD alies with Deathsaurus, Deathsarus has a very different reaction to Tarn's room. Mech immediately melts into a cooing mess at the bitties. Immediately wants to spoil the sparklings.

His room is clear to begin with. Tarn has a walk-in closet that's absolutely Dedicated to Megatron. Tarn wants to make sure it's a well-kept and clean area, after all. Plus, there are too many limited editions to keep out in the open, especially the early renditions of Towards Peace upon miners' corpses.

Tarn does get into newspark guides and bitlet development. You and Nickel do smack datapads and run away with recovered chips because, well, Functionism. Because Tarn is adamant about it, you and Nickel do cobble up a learning guide that's geared to these bitties. (Of course, there's other guides for other frames because Tarn got interested. The nerd.)

It leads to more blankets, padding, and pillows, which kicks your nesting instinct into unsuspressable overdrive. Tarn is getting fascinated by the entire process since you dedicate all your energy into it: deeply entwining your own biosignature into the materials, getting it into a proper placement, reshaping a nest-like structure, fluffing up everything, and keeping the three newsparks inside the middle.

And your considerable wells. You're pumping sparkling fuel and stocking the medbay and the habsuite, just in case. Cubes of very pale pink Energon lines the shelves and in a neat stack in one of his closets. It doesn't slosh easily like the fuel he's used to. It's thick and viscous, leaving a film on a partial filled container where he can see granules of curious substances.

He will never admit how his spark turns to mush and oozes out of its chamber when a blind, soft-plating tiny thing grabs his pinky. Or how he locks his entire frame when the split-sparks settle upon his chassis, cozy and comforted by his spark. Or how he tries not to grind into you during recharge, how heated you've become with the second carriage, especially around your middle.

If the DJD ever joins with Deathsaurus, then it's going to be awkward with all the rumors and misunderstandings running around. No one has ever seen you, so some think the Witnessed Acts documentation was a hoax or a prank. But not Deatbsaurus, he can smell the faint, lingering sweetness of sparkling fuel on Tarn.

At first. Deathsaurus is extremely leery because what kind of mech would willingly pledge their spark to Tarn? But then, there's no sign of them anywhere. It really doesn't help that he can vaguely understand Primal Venacular and makes a huge blunder from Vos' and Kaon's quiet exchanges.

The sheer pandemonium that will happen when Deathsaurus tears through the ship, thinking the worst, but really, you're just too exhausted with the second carriage. It's taking a huge toll on your frame, so you're basically nesting most of your time as you care for the newsparks with a couple of others checking on you, like Nickel, Kaon, and Vos since the gunformer enjoys your mental exercises on the dearly departed Deadzone.

[snapghoul]

Gnawing at my reflection

A dupe looking a little too much like Ethan gets on the IMF’s radar, something isn’t quite right.

Note: Snaps back at it again messing with the Cruise-verse ™️, writing a Collateral/Mission impossible because I can. Please let me know if yall want more of this story because I might wanna try to write a little mini series.

Warnings: Violence, blood, death.

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London was drab, cold, and oppressive. Grey. The hunts felt boring and tasteless, each target weak and cowardly.

He was a hunter, craving fearsome prey; these pathetic little bunnies did nothing to quench his bloodlust. But this one—this one had been impressive. He hadn’t encountered someone who fought back like that in ages. Still, it ended far too soon. Shame; he expected at least a real challenge from the cocky prick. These new hits were all too predictable.

He caught his reflection in the cracked mirror of the rundown safe house bathroom. A scar traced from his jaw through his hair, a jagged piece missing from his ear. Someday, he’d collect what’s due for those encounters. But not today.

“What do you want?” the man at his feet sputtered, blood oozing from his lips like thick syrup.

He tilted his head, waving his gun dismissively, rolling his eyes. Always the same question. He didn’t have time for this—his schedule was tight, his itinerary demanding. If he didn’t check off his list, there would be consequences.

He didn’t bother replying, just putting lead into the man’s skull and with a fixing of his suit, he left. A silver ghost.

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The face on the screen was unmistakable: cold, calculating, with a slight frown. Ethan stared back at an image of himself. The silver hair was a striking choice—an ironic contrast if they were trying to impersonate him. Even this doppelgänger's facial hair was silver. Odd.

“When was this taken?” Ethan asked, crossing his arms and stepping closer to the larger screen on the wall, his eyes narrowing for clues.

“Two hours ago, right before Agent Yance went down,” Brandt replied. An agent had been killed, but they managed to capture an image before he died. “That’s why you weren’t immediately jumped the second you stepped in here.”

Ethan nodded, a twitch of his brows revealing his skepticism. It was impossible for him to be in two places at once—well, not entirely impossible. But to go rogue, kill an IMF agent in London, and then show up at the U.S. base two hours later? He was fast, but not that fast.

“Interesting take,” Benji interjected, everyone in the room equally baffled by the decision to alter Ethan’s appearance.

“Yeah, we’ve got a Jack Frost on our hands,” Brandt said, pulling up another image of the man. “Quick, trained—two shots to the chest, one to the head and that’s not even the worst of it.” He sighed, revealing the next piece of the puzzle.

The screen flickered as more files appeared: blood records, DNA, birth records, death certificates.

“Holy—” Benji sat up, wide-eyed, as Ethan's gaze darted around. This was impossible; not even identical twins could match this perfectly. “He’s Ethan. How is that even possible?”

“Freaky right, a near-perfect copy,” Brandt explained, leaning over one of the chairs, gripping it tightly. “Blood type, fingerprints, even down to birthplace and time. The only difference? The hair. We had someone run DNA we got off Yance, and that’s the only flaw.”

Ethan pored over the information, noting the eerie similarities between his file and that of the man beside him. Whoever this was, he was intended to replace Ethan, to eliminate him. But something felt off.

Brandt continued, his voice steady. “Vincent, no last name. Reported dead in 2004 in LA. Found in the MTA with a gunshot wound to the face that mangled his ear, and a fatal abdomen wound. Later, his body went missing from the morgue. He was linked to the confirmed deaths of four people that night, believed to be tied to more, suspected to be a contract killer.”

A contract killer, a skilled one. That meant someone was targeting the IMF, and agent Yance—though not inexperienced—was still vulnerable, an easy target.

“He wanted us to find him,” Ethan said, piecing it together. No one as trained as Vincent would leave a trail unless he meant for them to follow. If you took out an IMF agent, you made sure to bury them deep. “Vincent’s working for someone. This—this was reckless. They want us to see him, they want—”

Ethan locked eyes with Vincent, and for a moment, it felt as if he were staring into a twisted reflection of himself. He had seen people impersonate him before, but this was different. This man was engineered to be him. Designed to the finest of details.

“They want me to see him,” Ethan breathed. This wasn’t just a message; it was a warning.

[possumsarenice]

Mutant Mashup HCs

Mutant Mashup AU by me and @sillyandquest

Simoni convinces Casey Jr. to play Minecraft. Home boy was so confused about everything at first. But now they do it on weekends regularly. Jr. has made statues for the future turtles in all the worlds he play in

All of the turtles love Jupiter Jim, even if Sanzio tries to deny it. Although only DaVinci and Blue are huge fans of Space Heroes. It’s their thing

Yoshi trained all the turtles, including the Rise kids. Lou (due to his mental state and Yoshi considering him a disgrace) wasn’t too involved with the training, but showed them all his movies so they all have picked up some things from those movies

Simoni has an electric based nippō

Purple and Sanzio are secretly running a bunch of cons in the hidden city

May (2012 April) managed to tame a kraang dog and the beginning of the apocalypse, so Casey Jr. grew up with a kraang dog. When he gets sent back, May manages to tame it again and it stays alive after the Rise kraang leave. So Casey Jr. gets his pet back :D

I imagine there’s plots that didn’t exist in either Rise or 2012 solely because characters now exist in the same world. (Example: The 2012 Purple Dragons somehow get into Big Mama’s debt, Meatsweats attacks Mr. Murakami because “nO ONe’s AlLOwEd To MAkE bETTeR FOod tHEn ME *crying baby auto tune*”, or Foot Recruit and Miwa/2012 Karai being girlbosses together, etc)

Of course we have Medic Blue, but I haven’t seen too much on the general fanon on who’s the medic in 2012. So my personal HC is that it’s Raph. Source: He literally gives Donnie a tourniquet in that one ep. Anyways Blue and Sanzio are ✨the medic duo✨ Yoshi is both the hardest on Blue because he’s afraid of him turning out like Lou, and joke with him the most because they’re both trolls and play around like that. Sanzio will absolutely kill bitch if they touch Purple’s shell without permission. The fact that’s so vulnerable compared to everyone else’s freaks him out a bit. Why is it so easy to break???

On a related note: Sanzio physically fights Purple the lest due to his Soft-Shell Privileges. Does Not stop him from verbal attacks at all, which they do the most out of everyone

Lou holds resentment to Yoshi for seemingly being unaffected by their mother leaving them. He also lost contact with Shredder before he gots too bad and is still a little in shock about his turn.

Baron Draxum created the ooze that mutated Yoshi and the 2012 turtles, so they all get the Draxum Clutch™️ as well.

Hueso went to Mr. Murakami‘s restaurant as per the turtles request, and now he’s a regular. Mr. Murakami knows he’s a skeleton but just casually accepts he’s serving to a bunch of creatures. As long as they behave he doesn’t mind

Casey Jr. was very close to his uncle Casey (2012) but doesn’t really know how to approach him in the present. He’s so different. At least the kraang dog is more or less the same.

Yoshi forbade all the turtles from going outside, but they all snuck out around the time Orange was 3-4ish. Lou know but has been letting them do it in a “haha don’t tell your dad/uncle or we’re all in trouble” move

[terushimooo]

aloe vera and tsukki 😁🤭🤣⛷️🥳🥳🥳

ALOE VERA

What's something (mundane) you really want to experience in life?

Tsukishima x f!Reader

t/w: implied murder of secondary character, blood, implied abduction, yandere, stalker tsukki, unedited

a/n: this is dedicated to a special bug in my life &lt;3. I hope you like it! I am very much praying it was bug™️ who sent me this ask, and if not I’m so sorry I called you a bug… fbdshbfhjbfhjdsbjh

w/c: 584

Prompts can be found HERE! Send an ask! 2 spots left!

Tsukishima is like black licorice: salty, bitter, and definitely not for everyone. 

When asked to describe their classmate; students often label him as arrogant, rude, smug… Antagonistic even. 

But the most commonly flaunted word, worn proudly by the blond himself, is the name of bully.

It took years for Tsukishima to build up his walls, to carefully lay his foundation, weatherproofing, and countless layers of brick and mortar. It’s gotten to the point where even the sun is blocked by this metaphorical wall’s looming presence. And yet, underneath that fickle facade is a man who sees himself as inferior—a being riddled with insecurity and uncertainty. 

All it would take for his walls to crumble is a gentle caress, the soothing of kind words and encouragement, the touch of fate—all he needed was someone to give him a chance… 

But just as life would so often have it, instead of a chance, Tsukishima was given a challenge.

How different his life would’ve been if he had only met you sooner. 

If only you’d remembered, if only you hadn’t abandoned your oldest, most dear childhood friend. 

Tsukki’s never asked for much. 

Not truly. 

He doesn’t have some grand bucket list. He isn’t asking a genie for unlimited wishes or billions of dollars! Instead, all Tsukishima really wants, what he wishes for the most, more than anything in the entire world, is mundanity itself. But only if that mundanity includes you.

All he wants is a quiet life, a quiet year, a quiet moment—hell!—even a quiet second, if only it be beside you, his best friend. 

His true love. 

But how could he have that when you’ve forgotten who you are to him? When you cling to the pariah he’s forced to call his coach? How can Tsukki ever forgive you when he sees you loyally and continuously packing his coach’s lunches, when he sees you acting like a falsity, like the dutiful wife you supposedly are—not the whore he now knows lives beneath your skin.

But what irks Tsukki the most is when he sees the glint of ownership, the taunting scrap of metal you like to call a wedding band sticking tightly around your finger.

As Tsukki stands under the waning moon of a cool autumn night, a dented aluminum bat hanging heavily in his hand, he can’t help but think that this is all your fault. 

You made him do this.

And yet, he doesn’t feel anger. And he certainly doesn’t feel regret. His coach, now laying cold and lifeless at his feet, he got what he deserved. There’s no contesting that. 

No, all Tsukishima feels is a sense of narcissistic sadness. 

Sadness for the man he was, for who he could have been, and for who will never come to be. 

In Tsukishima’s mind, all of this—a whole lifetime's worth of suffering—all of this was leading him to this moment, to the moment he finally gets to take you in his arms (albeit unconscious from head trauma) and back to the home he’s so carefully prepared for you.

A frown plasters his face as Tsukishima takes in your appearance, as he takes note of the deep and oozing wound on your forehead, the one he placed there only moments prior. But fear not, Tsukishima thinks to himself in an effort to ease any guilt he’s been repressing, solely from the mere thought of hurting you, his most precious darling. It’s nothing that can’t be fixed with a regular dab of aloe vera… 

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[lamialamia]

So I finished Leckie's book Helmet For My Pillow. It is a good one and very much Leckie™️Hate him or love him, Leckie does have a very savvy way to look at the world, with introspection that is super interesting, a distinct voice and an unapologetic personality.

One thing for certain, he can write. This is a well-written book. Full stop. It oozes poetry from someone who spent his lifetime reading, with humor and a lot of honesty and also sarcastic commentary. I agree that James Badge Dale really captures the many facets of real Leckie in his performance.

One of the very interesting points in this book is the Peleliu's portion of it, because Sledge's book spent so much time on that battle as well. It's almost like I'm rewatching episode 5 and 6 of TP in book form, following both of their perspective. The writers on the show have given details in Leckie's book to Sledge pov, for example, which i guess, is their creative decision?

Personally, i know I still enjoy Sledge's book more because I enjoy Sledge's voice in comparison to Leckie. But at the end of the day, you have two fascinating accounts of The Pacific theatre from two fascinating people that are both worth reading.

[proseka-headcanons]

Hiiii everyone I am here to be annoying

Since I only realized my ass is bi like. A month ago, I'm gonna be sharing my bi pjsk character headcanon list. There's like no rhyme or reason to this btw

Starting off with Ichika!!!

I kin her. A lot. And I just headcanoned Ichika as bi. Maybe this was a sign /silly

Shiho

Bi with a preference for women. Shiho loves women :)

None of mmj strike me as bi ngl, so moving on to vbs

Kohammy

Akikoha. You agree. You reblog.

Akito

Look. I am the CEO of Ichiaki, and he screams bi loser to me as a bi loser. I feel like he'd prefer dudes (Akitoya B) and also Akikasa is very entertaining to me) but also. Ichiaki, Akikoha, and Akito having a crush on Shizuku is so real

Rui

He is. So bisexual. To me. He is bi flag colors. Also, this is just a me thing, but Ruikasa is just. The Ooze™️ for me, but if it's like, a poly ship with them and another character? Hell yeah I eat that shit up. I guess I just got icked out by a lot of the characterization

Ena

Idk...something about her screams "bi" to me... do I ship her with any of the boys? Yes. Mafuyu.

This has been mod Ichika being obnoxious for the night, sayonara you weeabo shits /ref

[lovesickgoose]

Hi I guess a few people did end up noticing, but I haven't been using this blog for a bit because I'm not doing very well right now, and this blog and the things I previously enjoyed are heavily covered in ooze. Anyway faq

>Are you okay? Not really

>What's up? Assorted mental health issues, assorted physical health issues, assorted life issues

>Why have you disappeared into the fog and cut off all communication? Aforementioned ooze covered blog, and The Horrors are beating me up daily. The executives are also not functioning

>Where's the art? I'm not really fussed about drawing right now. I've been knitting a hell of a lot of shrimp lately to Cope™️ though

>When will you be back? Your guess is as good as mine

Well anyway, I hope everyone else is alright. Don't be concerned or anything because I'm fine. I just feel like slop. Bye, maybe see you again at some point

[mettatons-fat-doughy-asscheeks]

Maybe we should get mettaton a gamer bed™️, with all the games he could ever want (that will rot his brain even further), a huge desk (for his eventual lard slab of a belly to take over and his fupa to fill the space underneath), a big fridge within arm's reach (That'll be filled daily with junk food and sweets and deserts for him to shove into those jowls of his), and it'd be the comfiest mattress possible for him~

Expecting him to actually play many games? Not likely. He just doesn't really click with them for the most part. Trashy TV is probably more his speed. If you really wanna break him try nonstop porn and hypno vids. Setting up multiple screens will probably help your goal of rotting his brain.

*Mnf chomp would one of you lovely housekeepers clean the trash off the table? It's getting oh so close to me.

The rest is a perfect plan however. Get it for him when he's still relatively fit and tune the TVs to something more reasonable. He'll go for it over the couch soon enough, especially with so many snacks in arms reach. Soon enough his double rolled gut is overflowing a table while his fupa presses against the bottom, lardy ass oozing over the sides of the mattress. Before he never wanted to leave but now he's physically incapable of it.

[theridgebeyond]

I’m so disappointed by Netflix’s All the Light We Cannot See, and not just because they butchered Anthony Doerr’s Pulitzer Prize-winning story. It’s because their portrayal of the Nazis is actually dangerous.

Doerr’s Nazi Party is a persistent indoctrinating force that wields fear with such intense subtlety even the (non-Jewish) German characters who know they’re being indoctrinated go along anyway, because it is the air they breathe and the water they swim in. It’s frightening and it’s real.

Netflix’s Nazis are 2-dimensional villains drunk off their own power and just oozing with Evil™️. All it took to defeat them was a handful of good guys who stood for Truth™️ and beauty (and also the Americans). I hate it so much. This mythologizing of the Nazis doesn’t only make for overdramatic television — it rampantly spreads the dangerous lie that “it couldn’t happen here.” Because it can. And it is.