#and then boom he's big again

[starwalker03]

What would the WMLP cast do if they got sent back in from where they currently are in the fic to their old body 10 minutes before the mission that went bad is set to start.

ooooooooh yes we're on the same mindwave lmao I have in fact had this thought.

all of them absolutely hating their tiny little teenage bodies. appearing in them and being like 'why am I suddenly super self-conscious and uncomfortable? why does everything feel slightly off when I move? why are all my thoughts happening so quickly?' and finally realising they're back in a pubescent body and they're just like 'oh I see, I'm in hell'

all of them trying to take this seriously, arguments on the rise, but they just can't because they're all so tiny and silly looking. especially Dick, who has suddenly lost like, almost three feet worth of height.

Wally's voice cracking every three seconds tho. oh my god.

all of them trying to hold up the ruse with the league for as long as possible because they don't want to tell them, they want to figure this out themselves. except maybe Conner, he kinda wants to just tell the league and let them fix it.

Them getting a mission and everyone being like 'well this will be interesting' and Conner sweating because he really doesn't think they should be going out in the field like this.

In the mind link:

Conner: we gotta tell them

everyone: don't you dare!

Conner: no seriously guys we've got to tell them

Wally, trying to be inconspicuous as he glares at Conner: snitches get stitches

Conner: Wally i could fold you like a pretzel right now. for the love of god can we please just tell them

Kaldur: I'm with Conner on this one

M'Gaan: if all of you don't shut up and keep the act going I will turn your brains to mush now everyone shut up and get in the bioship

oh jeez, M'Gaan seeing the bioship again. my heart.

I think eventually Batman notices Conner being super awkward and sweating anxiously and he's like 'what's going on?'

Artemis: nothing!

Dick, through gritted teeth: everything is great

M'Gaan: yep! all fine!

Conner: *visbly sweats even more*

Dick, in the mindlink: you're waking up with kyrptonite in your bed tomorrow I swear to fuck

Conner: we all time travelled and ended up in our current bodies!

everyone but Kaldur: CONNER YOU LITTLE FUCKING SNITCH

Kaldur, wincing: well that didn't last long

Batman and Black Canary: what

lmao. love it.

[lonelysa1lor]

Harley Sawyer has insane Scary Dog Privilege

[gcballet]

Doctor Who S1 (2005) as Penguin Classics

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[smoked-salmon-official]

someone needs to tell megatron to stop makin kids bro 😭😭😭😭 he can't keep getting away with this

they just keep spawning in 😔

[noeggets]

Sonic: i ain't believing this

[sonknuxadow]

its kinda strange to me how people act like movie sonic is a little kid compared to other versions of sonic and have the other sonics like. baby him. in crossover stuff. yeah movie sonic is a little guy hes like 13-14. but most other sonics are 15 so theyre also little guys and theres really not a big age gap here. and they also have friends who are younger than them that they dont treat like that. so idk why they would be acting like movie sonic is a little 5 year old if they ever met him

[erikahenningsen]

I love Nikhil Saboo send tweet

[boygirlctommy]

ok i have like. the very rough outline for this animatic.

[luvuomi]

✎ . . . ❝ [ amethos but, epic au! ]❞ .ೃ࿐

dedicated tracks: “the horse and the infant” & “just a man”

though strategic in his battle tactics and a master in the art of war, sethos is not one who particularly enjoys the bloodshed and adrenaline that comes along with it. unfortunately in this day in age, not many would agree. for them, to harbor such skilled yet deathly attributes, should thus be carried with pride. only then, can a man ever wish to become that which is greater than himself. this is how many view the reigning king of tulaytullah.

an adversary that is neither man nor mythical, but one’s darkest moment.

but would his fellow comrades still think the same of him now if they saw him hesitating on striking down his greatest foe? granted.. said foe was nothing more than a mere infant.

a fragile, defenseless being he now cradled in his arms, a familiar gesture that brought forth memories of his own child as he looked into their eyes. how could such innocence be deemed a threat by the gods? to be the bearer of such great calamity?

he couldn’t do it. how can when all he sees as he carries this child are fleeting images of his own son and wife.

where as he stands out on the balcony overseeing a once prosperous nation now set ablaze and ringing with battle cries from his invasion, he imagines for a moment that he’s back home in tulaytullah. even after all the years, away from everything he’s known, he can still see the image of the streets below bustling with vendors as they open up shops and prepare for the day ahead. instead of the smoky air, he imagines the mellow summer breeze that travels through the air of his kingdom, greeting him a pleasant morning.

in this daydream, sethos continues to hold the infant in his arms, having decidedly taken him in to raise as his own. at his right, his own son tugs at him, eagerly wanting to meet his new little brother and on his left, is his wife — amélie . her head resting upon his shoulder while tender eyes gaze upon the infant that she of course welcomed with open arms. it’s a distant future but one that is so picturesque, he almost believes it to be true.

but as the infant’s cries suddenly echo out, everything vanishes as quickly as it came, reduced to nothing more than the ashes that fill the darkened skies.

the world he desires is not awaiting him should he go against the will of the gods.

to have sympathy now would come at too much of a cost. one he can’t afford to lose as a man who’s just trying.. begging to go home.

[wolfsplosion]

explosions are so cool I want to see one in real life so bad

[readingwriter92]

like idk how excited I am about the plots of any of this newest season of doctor who but man if I'm not loving the shit out of Ncuti Gatwa's doctor. And also Ruby, I love her.

So far I actually really liked Boom? And the last one I just watched was Rogue and I did have a lot of fun with the character of Rogue and his and the doctor's relationship. I knew it was going to happen, didn't know outcome/specifics. So it was a lot of fun.

[boromirt]

Growing up, we had these beautiful Abert's Squirrels around. They have these big bushy tails and long tufted ears. Gray fur and white bellies.

My grandparents who raised me loved to watch them out on the porch, they put special birdseed out just for them and would watch them every morning.

My Papa especially loved them. He set up his recliner by the big full windows in the living room so he could watch them and the birds all day while he read the paper and his book. He built he house himself 40 years ago and made sure the entire wall of the living room facing the porch was all windows. It was his and my favorite room in the whole house.

One day, while driving, an Abert's Squirrel darted across the road, too fast for Papa to stop hisnold truck, and he hit it. He slammed on the brakes, but it was too late.

He was devestated. He was a military man all his life. Fought in Vietnam. Before that he was raised in a town so rural that the school was only one room. He was taught men don't show emotions, especially over "trivial" things. Him hitting that squirrel to this day is the closest I've seen to him crying.

My Grandmother is a tiny, gentle, deeply compassionate woman who would set out slices of pear for the wasps to eat. She cried openly. She collected the squirrel with a towel and wrapped it gently, and told Papa she would find a good place to bury it. Maybe in the garden.

But since Papa had tried to stop the truck, the squirrel wound up barely being touched by the impact. It was in almost perfect condition. Still soft and beautiful.

Papa has a few hunting trophies. A pheasant he was particularly proud of is his favorite. Grandma took the squirrel to hid taxidermist in secret and had it made into a piece.

Its a beautiful piece of taxidermy. She had them pose the squirrel on a branch as if it was climbing one of the pines and had stopped to look curiously at you, its head cocked and its fluffy tail up. Its black button eyes are big and dark and look truly alive again.

She gave it to him that Christmas. It's been displayed in our living room ever since, where Papa can see it while he reads, and the squirrel can look out the window with him.

[svbhuman]

FINALLY I DID IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! LETS GO!!!!!! thoughts feelings?

i ran out of tags.. continued next post mayb

[ratherchili]

𖹭 cw: suggestive, edgy, mdni

part one | two | three | four | five ‹soon›

Unfortunately for you, your big brother's friend sukuna can be surprisingly light on his feet for someone so large. It seems that startling the living hell out of you is his new favorite pasttime. And he's around all the time now. He shows up unannounced and lets himself in. When you ask Toji why he has a key, he just laughs and says, "He doesn't. He wants in. He gets in."

Okay? That's cryptic and annoying, but you'd rather feign indifference than ask questions. Why overcomplicate things?

Mostly, he just sneaks up behind you and shouts, "Hey, brat!" In his stupid, booming voice as he claps all four of his large hands down on your shoulders. You count it as a victory when you detect his smokey scent first and actually manage not to jump out of your skin. Although you still break out in goosebumps at his touch, he doesn't seem to notice, judging by the satisfying look of dissappointment on his face. Your satisfaction is short-lived, however.

The sound of the two men crashing through the front door in the wee hours of the next morning startles you awake. You flick the bedside lamp on just in time to see sukuna crash through your bedroom door. Of course, you scream and clutch the pink duvet to your bare chest. "Oops," he says, with a shit-eating grin. "Wrong room." Toji drags him out with some half-assed muttered apology about drinking too much. You're not so sure that's a pertinent excuse. The smug look he shoots you before the door slams shut seems pretty much par for the course, at this point.

Sadly, that was not the end of early morning encounters with the monster. Now he has you caged in against the counter, nearly breaking your back in an effort to lean away from him. Evidently, he had seen fit to creep up behind you and you between the kitchen counter and his mountain range of a body. And you wee only trying to steam milk for your latte. What the fuck is his problem, anyway? Can't a girl make her morning coffee in peace? Your protests remain lodged in your throat, however, along with your racing heart.

He's so large and so close you have no choice but to look at him, which, to your horror, still renders you temporarily speechless. Being so close to him reminds you a little of the first time you ever saw a tiger at the zoo. The animal was so unlike anything you had ever seen before, so deadly and beautiful, that you could hardly believe it was real. Could hardly believe that it was roaring and pacing close enough that you could reach out and sink your fingers into its thick coat if not for the bars. The bars kept you safe, then. What is keeping you safe, now?

It is unsettling, the way his upper set of eyes remain locked on yours while the lower set look down at the hand scalded by your spilt coffee. "What's the matter brat? Hurt yourself?" He mocks as you clutch the injured hand to your chest. You hardly notice that one of his hands has left the counter, but somehow you don't flinch when he lifts it to your cheek to tuck a lock of hair behind your ear. "Did I scare you?"

The gentle gesture alongside his mocking words is so disconcerting that you remain a quivering-lipped mute as seconds crawl by at a snails pace. You wonder if the action was subconscious on his part. Seems the only viable explanation.

You don't find your voice again until Toji's breaks whatever hypnosis the monster has you under. "Let's go," he says, and, just like that, Sukuna pulls away and you are finally able to pull air into your lungs again. "Gonna be gone for a couple of days-" Toji begins, addressing you.

"Please tell me you're taking it with you," you interject, stabbing an index finger in Sukuna's direction.

"Yeah," he says. And sukuna gives you one last smug, spider-eyed glare before he disappears through the door.

You're so relieved that it doesn't occur to you how quickly a couple of days can pass. Or that, when they do, your brother might not be the first to return. Relieved, not only to be free of Sukuna's bullying for a time, but also because what you feel is not truly fear. It's more like awe, if you really had to put a name to it. But you make a point not to think about it too much, or at all if you can help it.

part one | two | three | four | five ‹soon›

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[skyburger]

very funny to me that kaz is the one to say "they played us like a damn fiddle" considering the plot of every metal gear game is the protagonist getting played like a damn fiddle way more than little old kaz EVER did

[tojisun]

cw: brief description of domestic abuse

sad pathetic reader stumbling into a local pub all drenched because of the rain, heaving and crying and pretty in your suffering that it has simon’s straightening up on his seat with a pleased purr rumbling from his chest.

“wh’?” johnny asks from where he’s got his cheek smooshed on kyle’s shoulder. “wh’s goin’ on?”

but simon’s already standing up—all big and imposing and rugged—and all john can give his drunk sergeant is a tip of his head towards your direction with something muttered from under his breath. something like he’ll break ‘er and might ‘ave t’ do some damage control after this.

.

you startle at the heavy body that drops beside you, before shrinking into yourself. you wonder if he’s found you; if your attempts have been nothing but futile, and tears begin to well up in your eyes, choking you up as anguish slams into you once again.

you think of begging him; of apologizing.

you shouldn’t have to—he cheated on you, after all; it’s his fault that this even happened, but you remember his anger; his voice, booming as he yells; his hand poised for a strike. you remember the desperation that filled you; the sudden surge of adrenaline that led you here, away from him.

god, you should have ran farther.

you should have done more. you should have—

“easy there, little mouse,” a voice that you do not recognize breaks through the haze. it is deep and gravelly and rumbling, and you—

you find that you can breathe again.

fingers twitching, body still taut in tension, you turn, trying to see who it is. to put a face on the rumbled croon, but all you find is a hulking figure squeezed in the booth beside you. masked. scarred.

someone who is not from here, that you’re sure of. no one can look this…terrifying without being forgotten.

his eyes crinkle in his smile, you suppose, when you finally look up at him. then, the deep purr once more; something pleased and giddy and almost teasing.

“well, would you look at that—she’s a pretty thing, ‘fter all.”

your breath stutters as heat slams into you, burning and building like a miasmic fever taking over. you try to say something, anything at all, but his eyes are dark pools of something heady, and you feel so small beneath his gaze.

you feel seen, but in a way that is pervasive. like he knows what brought you here; what you are running away from.

you feel comforted. this—he—is not dangerous enough to run back to where you came from.

he croons again, and this time, you feel yourself responding—the tension seeps out from your pores, loosening the tautness of your muscles, leaving you to finally feel the exhaustion burning underneath your skin. you don’t even startle when he raised a hand to brush his knuckle along your jaw.

“yes. jus’ like that,” he murmurs, breathy himself.

you lick at your chapped lips, heart squeezing when you find his eyes devouring the sight. “thank you.”

he cups your cheek this time and swipes his thumb just underneath your eye. you don’t even mind that he’s yet to say his name or why slowly, almost tentatively, you’re being flanked by what you think are his mates.