#and i yearn SO BADLY for that

[rogers-attic]

WE WERE ROBBED 😭😭😭

[hinamie]

unconditionally

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Lan Wangji Goes To Lotus Pier AU: Part 3: Enveloping Feelings.

(Part 1, Part 2, Part 4)

[fael-draws]

Simpler times.

[waywardstation]

Pokemon Masters shared this on Twitter after a period where everyone was able to vote for their favorite story events. Submas being number 1 and 4, and PLA content getting 2, 5, and 7 makes me very happy :)

[saltpepperbeard]

y’all. what if

what if we get a dream sequence where ed is longing for what could have happened, what should have happened. like, we see the same few beats of him on the dock, calling out for stede and looking increasingly concerned. but then the brush behind him rustles, and stede actually stumbles out into view.

and ed’s face breaks out into the most relieved, beautiful smile, and there’s this very dreamy sequence of them breathing each other’s names and running to each other. they of course hug each other tightly, maybe even kiss, before ed murmurs something like, “was worried for a second. thought i’d lost you.”

only for stede to go “oh, no. you’ll never ever lose me.”

...and then ed wakes up in the gutted darkness of the captain’s quarters. alone.

[markantonys]

hands down the funniest and most underrated ta'veren effect in WOT is rand randomly causing mass spontaneous marriage just by wandering through a given town. that should have continued to be a thing for the whole series, not just TDR. i want wedding carnage all over the continent, dammit!

[distort-opia]

I'm sorry, I will go nuts about Thousand Autumns on main, because this bit from Volume 2, Chapter 46 has been living in my brain rent free:

Yan Wushi literally just traded Shen Qiao for a sword he didn't even need, to a man who very likely would rape him and kill him, knowing Shen Qiao's only choice was to self-destruct and die. The worst possible betrayal... right after Shen Qiao had started to see Yan Wushi as a friend, to think that even if Yan Wushi was a monster to everyone else, maybe to him he could be different; maybe there was a speck of humanity hidden inside him.

And still, after all that, in excruciating agony after having shattered his own foundations and barely alive, Shen Qiao goes over every interaction they ever had and thinks that even if he could go back, and undo it... he wouldn't change it. He wouldn't take back knowing Yan Wushi, learning about the world, breaking out of his naive and secluded worldview. It makes me want to chew glass, because of course I've also seen people go "But when did Shen Qiao develop feelings for Yan Wushi?" and it's all... right there, with this being one of the most beautiful and subtle moments. Shen Qiao did fall first, and then couldn't even take it back, didn't want to take it back. And then cried about it. Someone save me from the Yanshen shaped Hell I find myself in!!

And I love MXS's writing because this isn't forgotten. Later on, in Volume 3, Chapter 79, Yan Wushi himself asks this, right before he sacrifices his own safety to lure Sang Jingxing away from Shen Qiao, in a reversal of what he did before:

Shen Qiao says he doesn't regret it. And I swear, when I first read the novel, at this part I instantly went "OH GOD YAN WUSHI WHAT ARE YOU ABOUT TO DO YOU HORRIBLE BASTARD NOOO" but then he proceeds to save Shen Qiao. All while spewing bullshit about how it doesn't actually mean anything. There's no feelings involved, of course not!

It's just. I love the symmetry of it, which is clearly intentional. Of having Shen Qiao, after Yan Wushi's betrayal, find himself unable to regret having met him. And then the same thing, but explicitly, right before Yan Wushi's one conscious, unselfish act of kindness.

[robiinurheart33]

Ghost hates it when they’re alone.

Solo missions always just felt like something methodical. Kill the target, get out of there. Laswell in one ear, Shepard in the other. The same thing over and over again, until he dies. Then he met Soap. Soap, who touched him like it was nothing, burning over layers of clothes. Soap, who asked him if he preferred coffee or tea in the aircraft when he knows Ghost was actively trying to ignore him. Goddamn Soap, who was always there now, to bump his shoulder or ask him stupid questions.

Suddenly, there were stakes now. There was something to lose. Missions now felt like there was some kind of reward at the end of the tunnel, which was a laugh, pat on the shoulder with a “Nice job eh, LT?” In that horrid accent. It’s suffocating. It’s embarrassing. He wants more.

They’re currently on a stakeout, and Soap was supposed to be asleep 2 hours ago.

Ghost looks down the barrel of the telescope, watching as the target closes his blinds. He sits back up and glances over at Soap who plops into the seat across from him, a small book in his hand. The smell of their Chinese takeout and shared hotel soap is still strong in the air, and the moonlight shins in a way that just makes Johnny look radiant. His Mohawk is still wet from the shower he took, the collar of his shirt wet. Ghost imagines him shaking his head back and forth like a dog. Soap starts to twirl his pen around in a way that he knows sooner or later he’ll accidentally lose control and fling to the ground. It’s quiet.

Ghost looks back out the window, mentally letting himself relax slightly for the first time since they arrived. They’re okay, he thinks. They’re as safe as they can be at the moment. His eyes lock onto the closed window, watching a pigeon land on the windowstill and start picking its feathers. Soap starts jiggling his leg and ghost does not start counting how many times he twirls his pen.

10,11,12…

Soap looks at him then turns out the window. Ghost knows that he’s starting to get peckish, and the granola bar sitting in his pocket starts to burn against his thigh. Honestly, he’s always been aware of his teammate’s strange quirks. Soap picks at the scabs at the back of his neck when he’s nervous, Gaz has a killer poker face, but his palms will always have crescent indents. Price blinks quite fast and irrationally when he’s faced with an impossible situation, then never blinks when he’s focused.

20,21,22… Soap opens his journal.

He noticed it a few months into working together, internally scolding himself for not noticing sooner. Small little thing it is, ripped around the edges with papers almost falling out of it. Clearly well-loved. Ghost wonders if he’s been mentioned inside. He wonders if he notices Ghost just as much as he’s noticed him. If Johnny knows that he knows he only got the scar on his chin from a beloved childhood dog, Penny. That he bites his knuckles when he thinks he’s alone to help him concentrate better. That he once chugged a can of beans on a dare and he got 2 pounds from it. That he was from a Roman Catholic household and that his father was a dickhead. That he only shaved his mohawk when he was a FNG and desperately wanted to impress his friends. That pretty shade of pink his ears turn when he-

38,39,40…

Johnny clicks his pen open and starts to sketch.

The skktch of the pen now fills the silence between them, and Ghost can feel Soap’s attention zero in on him now. He turns his head around to watch him draw, his head hovering over the page. He can see his mask being sketched out, and his ears feel usually hot. It’s cute, really, that Johnny considers him something worthy to be drawn. But the thing is… it feels like he knows how to draw it. he’s sketching down his hard covered mask, which he isn’t even wearing right now, and he’s not glancing up to make sure it’s accurate to the real thing. He’s drawn ghost before.

He doesn’t know how to react to that.

Johnny’s head starts to bob closer and closer to the page now, and Ghost tries to push down a small smile. Soap looks back up and catches Ghost staring at him, but he doesn’t look away. He knows by now that if he wanted to say anything, he would’ve already said it.

Just as he expected, he breaks the silence first.

“…wha’?” You’re so cute.

“You’re looking at me.”

“Astute observation, LT. Is it still night time?” Little shit.

“Wha ‘ave you got for us?”

Johnny covers his journal, ears turning that fucking adorable shade of pink. His smile grows wider.

“ Didn’t know you got yourself a little diary.” he can hear the smile in his voice now, tries to smother it down a notch. Christ, it’s like he’s 16 all over again.

Soap tsks. “It’s a journal.”

he huffs. “Right.”

“Am’ no lying!” His accent thickens up like it usually does when he’s being defensive.

“Never said you were. Drawin’ me now?” He looks down at his hands covering the journal, and he just knows Soap’s face is flushed now.

“ Yer a good subject, never movin like a statue. It’s good for practicing my still life.” Johnny’s ring finger twitches.

Liar.

Simon looks back up at him again, and watches in real time as his pupils dilate, moving slightly as if savouring the moment. His throat gets all prickly, and is suddenly remembering now 42 ways to kill him with just a pen.

He decides to throw him a lifeline. he’s only a man after all.

“…. At least get my good side, Sargent.”

“Full o’ shite, you.” A chuckle.

Now he can breathe easier. Johnny rests his knee up against the table and places his journal on it, resuming. Simon huffs in faux annoyance, rolling his eyes before looking out the window again. He looks at Johnny out of the corner of his eye, and he knows that he’s aware by the small smile peeking from the corner of his lips. His eyes keep floating back to Johnny’s features, the way the moonlight hits his face, the perfect slope of his nose, his eyelashes, his eyes, god. he feels a bit dizzy. It’s like his whole life he’s been trying to suppress the urge to feel anything for anyone. And now, he’s feeling just way too much. Affection, tenderness, it never meant anything to him. It’s all he feels nowadays. It’s sickening.

Ghost hates it when they’re alone. Simon preens at the intimacy.

They fall back into comfortable silence, Johnny 2 hours and 30 minutes over his allotted time to sleep.

Soap’s pov

[biblicalhorror]

Aroace Riz real but also Fabian is SO clearly in love with him and Riz has no idea

[rocketbirdie]

chocobo ranchin'

[shadowsandshapes]

A/N: frothing at the mouth hhrrrggg domestic fluff with Dabi Contains: swearing, referring to reader as 'housewife' but otherwise gn

[400 words]

Dabi leaned against the doorframe, his azure eyes taking in the sight of you trailing around the kitchen. A small collection of pots stood sizzling away on the stove -- their scent wafting into the hideout hallways. It smelled so goddamn good. The fragrance was what drew Dabi here in the first place. Whatever you had cooking was going to be delicious, he could already tell. It was rather strange to see something like this though. Dabi was so used to taking care of himself, seeing you dart around the kitchen like a precious little housewife was wild. The apron was a nice touch too.

"What's cookin'?" Dabi said, causing you to jump. You very nearly dropped the spoon you were holding, clutching your chest in surprise.

"For fuck's--" you sighed out. Dabi chuckled as you shook your head and recovered from his startling appearance. "Soup. It's soup."

Not exactly the most glamorous meal, but what can you do? You were no miracle worker when it came to supplying the League with food. Their stocks and supplies were almost always low, having to rely on less-savory ways of obtaining goods as villains. So, you did your best with what you had.

Dabi moved in behind you as you worked. "Smells good, sweet thing." His arms coiled around your waist, resting on your hips so he could hold onto you. "I'm starving. Won't you let me have a taste?" he asked before pressing his lips against the back of your neck.

"It'll be done in about twenty minutes..."

"Babe, I don't mean the food," Dabi said. "It's the goddamn apron, I swear. Why'd you have to wear that, huh? Looking like my sweet little housewife."

The grip around your waist tightened. He pulled your hips back against his, strong arms locking you in place. Held firmly in his embrace. Dabi's hot breath caressed your neck as he buried his face against your skin. Lips and teeth nipping at the pulse point on the side of your throat. You gasped -- tensing as he bit down, sucking the skin between his lips to leave behind a bright mark.

"Dabi knock it off, I'm trying to work --"

He chuckled. "And I'm trying to distract you. Is it working?" As he spoke, Dabi squeezed your hips with his palms, kneading the curves and dips of your body with his hands. You fucking hated how good it felt.

"You're the WORST," you said, turning so you could kiss his dumb face and shut him up. Dabi laughed into the kiss -- the sound muffled by your hungry lips. "Consider me distracted. If this burns while we're 'busy' you're responsible for feeding the others."

"We'll be quick," Dabi started. "We can have the main course later."

You were just constantly starving for each other, weren't you?

[amarimeta]

actually so crazy when you think about it like. random scientists came to her saying “hey we think your entire family was raptured because of the location they were in” and she’s like “i was in the kitchen with them” and the scientists are like “well you were at the sink! they were at the table!” oh ok. we’re getting departed based off our longitude and latitude now. okay.

so where is she meant to feel safe in the world. because it’s not like “departure hot spots” were identified BEFORE. the idea that these hot spots exists only comes afterwards. so where are you meant to feel safe. well maybe if it happens again the same “hot spots” will be relevant. so you have to go somewhere without any “hot spots”. a place where the location guarantees your safety.

except you get there and the next night three girls disappear. and you keep telling everyone it wasn’t a second departure (because the idea that the sudden departure could happen again terrifies you. but the idea that it could happen again at any moment is also motivating every choice you make.) and no one’s listening. and then scientists start talking about a new theory. what if the departure wasn’t location based. what if certain people acted as lenses magnifying the likeness of someone departing?

what if your entire family got taken from you so you ran away hoping to feel safe and now people are hypothesizing that the common variable causing these departures is you :) you’re the danger!! :)

[sghr10423]

bg study from the other day that I slipped a little Sentret into

[egginfroggin]

Well he's yours now

(Program: Krita; time taken: about 3 hours [more than intended ough :/])

[thecertifiedboykisser]

Having a boyfriend who would kiss me would make my depression leave my body instantly