#anyone get the reference? please?

[fangsforfags]

yay another shirt (inspo under cut)

[callisteios]

Hi, feel free to take my new uquiz to discover what kind of vampire you are!

[tethrras]

dragon age fans!!! do you want to give your upcoming veilguard oc a niche theodosian hobby, or decide on the 3 books that your hero of ferelden took with them to read while searching for a cure for the calling? look no further! my google doc, LEISURE ACTIVITIES OF THEDAS, has an ongoing collection of non-lethal activities in thedas for your oc creation needs, including 14 pages of in-universe books! this does not sound like a lot but it is a lot!

it's not a finished document by any means, and i will continue to add to it when i can. if you have any suggests for things i missed or would like to help contribute, please shoot me a dm! 💃💖

[the-barefoot-hatter]

winter holidays at the mystery shack (party billiam edition)

Stan celebrates what he calls "Cash-mas", which is just slapping a cheap felt santa hat and a 300% Christmas special markup on anything- and several things he can't- get away with in the gift shop

more sincerely, the Pines do a fairly low-key Hanukkah. if the twins are visiting, they do a much showier double christmas/hanukkah celebration

And Bill... well...

No one is entirely sure if it's a Euclidean thing or just a... Bill thing. But he's SO enthusiastic!

HAPPY WINTER FUNTIME BOYS & GIRLS!

[heartorbit]

(crashes through wall a week into artfight) i made myself some isat themed borders for team stardust! ^_^

transparents are free to download and use on my kofi! ✨

[sommerregenjuniluft]

@jegulus-microfic june 19 — mechanic — 843 words aka motocross enthusiasts to future boyfriends

James hastens to unclip and throw off his helmet. Carelessly, he throws it to the side where it lands with a dull thud in the foliage while he runs over to the person that just slipped off their motocross bike in front of him.

They were racing each other.

He came out of nowhere, appearing on the trail right next to James. As if he’d materialized himself out of thin air. Decked out in all black and bike an atrocious lime yellow-green that doesn’t blend with the background of the forest even if it wanted to.

He’d snaked his way in front of James when their twin paths united again. Two fingers were tipped from his helmet in a mock salute and then he’d accelerate hard and fast, swirling dirt at James’ helmet visor.

And, well. James has never said no to a challenge a day in his life. Especially from such a cheeky opponent. So James had revved his engine and done his best to keep up and find ways to overtake his mysterious challenger.

The thing is, the other guy was fast. Quick and nimble on his bike, winding between trees and seeking out every opportunity to get a good head start. Jumping off hills instead of taking them easier, dangerous maneuvers, snapping branches and leaving behind angry wheel tracks.

And James was chasing. As soon as the trees cleared a little James managed to pull almost level with him. The biker threw multiple looks over his shoulder when he noticed and James’ grin sharpened when he heard a short laugh from his front left. They parted ways when James chose to round a hill instead of going up and over it, slowing down to keep out of the other’s landing range.

But just as quickly James’ smile was gone.

Maybe the ground was muddier than the guy thought or he got too high-spirited. His hind wheel slipped right from underneath him upon hitting the ground again, making him tumble forward with the remaining momentum and his bike sideways.

Now, James skidders down onto his padded knees next to the body laying in the dirt. “Fuck, hey! You okay?”

He gets a groan in response, raspy and breathless.

And then James gets all breathless when the other guy weakly shoves off his own helmet. It’s pale skin contrasting starkly with his all black getup, dark curls tumbling onto his forehead and stormy eyes fluttering up at him.

Oh.

The gorgeous man on the ground grunts vaguely, “Never been better.”

James makes a skeptical noise. “Hey, open your eyes for me again. Can you see clearly?”

Slowly, grey eyes blink open and try focusing on James’ figure kneeling over him. His lips part around a silent gasp once they’re wide open, looking at James intensely. “Um, yeah,” he answers.

James’ mouth tips into a grin. “Hi there.”

“Hi,” the other breathes weakly.

“And your name is?”

“Regulus.”

James hums, “And how many fingers do you see, Regulus?” He holds up 3.

“Three,” Regulus answers dutifully.

James switches his fingers, holding his thumb to his forefinger, the tips of both of them creating a little heart. “And how many now?” James smirks.

Regulus’ wide eyed glance turns into a scowl, lips pouting as he pushes James’ hand away with a grumbling noise. James doesn’t miss the way his cheeks pinken though.

Regulus tries to sit up but he immediately plops back onto his elbows with a groan.

“Don’t be a hero,” James admonishes and pushes him to lay back down.

“How’s my bike?” Regulus wants to know. It’s quiet safe for the sounds of the forest, birds chirping, wind rustling the thicket.

James looks over his shoulder where the lime green atrocious is laying sideways in the leaves. The motor isn’t on anymore but it doesn’t look bent or scratched. “Looks in okay shape,” James replies, turning back to Regulus. He’s looking up at him with an uneasy gleam in his bright eyes. James drives a hand through his hair, licks his lips. Regulus’ eyes follow the motion. ”Easily fixable, I bet,” James reassures, “Probably just some of the electronics impacted.”

Regulus lets his head thump back into the foliage with an unhappy groan.

James grins. “Hey, y’know what? I’ll take you to my mechanic. Guy’s awesome! Funniest person I know and he really knows his bikes.”

James expects Regulus to lighten up and be thankful for the offer but instead he’s met with an almost patronizing smile in return. “Hard pass. I already have a trusted mechanic.”

James narrows his eyes, feeling defensive. “Well, your loss then. Sirius always does a flawless job for a good price. Plus,” he grins again, “His fancy ass espresso machine makes a mean hot chocolate. And he lets me have one every time.” James nods to himself, feeling victorious.

Something flits over grey eyes and then Regulus’ own lips tip onto a smirk. “I know,” he answers and James is properly confused for a few momentps before Regulus goes on. “I bought it for my brother.”

[gradient-jeremy-asks]

Experimenting

[xxplastic-cubexx]

Hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii, I recently went into the x-men and I found my own dead with Charles and Erik AND I NEED READ MORE OF THEM BUT I SO LOST AFTER POWERS AND HOUSE OF X SO I DON'T KNOW WHERE CONTINUE, can u help me?

(alsoIlikeyoursdrawingsiwishbeingsoconstantwithmycontentlikeu)

i'll be very candid with you my friend: i'm totally lost too !!!!!!! your comic-reading journey is about as green as mine and so i cant personally give you a super great guide- but beautiful people on the internet exist who've done most of the dirty work for us when sorting through the stories you 'should' read so i'm borrowing them to help us both

you can read this article to read about one person's advice with exploring krakoa and- in their opinion- its most 'significant' stories, though to summarize the issues they recommend looking into:

House of X/Powers of X (which you should have already done)

X of Swords event

Hellfire Gala

Inferno

X Lives and X Deaths of Wolverine

Second Hellfire Gala

Third Hellfire Gala

Fall of the House of X/Rise of the Powers of X (also should have already done, however...) +Single issue: X-Men (2021 series) #35 aka Uncanny X-Men #700 is featured at the end of the FoX omnibus, though the omnibus excludes an extra bit at the end involving a cliffhanger for Charles's fate after he's arrested

if you want to dig a little deeper though, you can check out this article from another individual which includes another wave of 'relevant' (word used loosely as some can be considered more poignant than others) krakoa stories and stories related to it or set during the period.

it's a lot longer and more in depth than the last article, so again i only really rec peaking at this one depending on how deep you wanna go, or if you decide you want to explore more after reading the more 'key' stories. def wouldn't hurt to give it a glance just in case you read some summaries that pique your interest!

all in all, don't take these as concrete rules or guides to follow: comics are meant to be fun, these are just good starting points if you're feeling lost or overwhelmed. at the end of the day, you decide ultimately what you want to read and which stories interest you the most

happy reading !

[ffc1cb]

i’ve always found it peculiar how during meeting the chargers cutscene the game just assumes your character automatically understands what krem is talking about when he mentions binding (though, granted, it’s all very unsubtle). like, this is a roleplaying game. what if i want to play a character who just doesn’t get it

[druidonity2]

King

[bird-inacage]

The Heart Killers: Kant x Bison Predictions

In the absence of an updated trailer, I can only feed my speculative theories instead. Khaotung's little tidbit at the book expo has had my brain obsessing. Bison was adopted, and became a killer because he had no choice. He doesn't want this, he just desires an ordinary life.

Good grief my heart. So I'm definitely not the only one agonising over the inevitable, that Bison will eventually find out Kant's true intentions, and despite the fact that Kant does fall head over heels, that bomb is still going to hurt.

The pilot contains a number of scenes where Bison mentions trust, which suggests to me an even more spectacular fallout may be upon us. P'Jojo has now said that KantBison go from Lovers to Enemies. Based on how sweet Bison appears to be, this doesn't bode well. Everything he's probably been fed his entire life about not trusting others (in his line of work) has been proven true in the worst way possible, and he could give into that cynicism.

Pair that with the fact that Bison has always wanted to distance himself from this life (but is possibly unable to due to dangerous repercussions), and Kant was his escape (think the wholesome arcade, bowling, cinema, milkshake dates) - coupled with the fear of being abandoned and unwanted due to being adopted - and hell naw, the feels. This poor boy.

I've certainly been side-eyeing the whole 'romcom' narrative that's being fed to us. In true Shakespearian fashion, what else was he best known for? Comedies and tragedies.

I hope we get to see hella mad, protective Fadel throw hands when he finds out Kant's MO, and more importantly that he broke his darling baby brother's heart. My other theory is Fadel will be the one to talk Bison back around. Fadel doesn't seem keen on Kant from the offset, but by the time KantBison have their fallout, FadelStyle are very much loved up. So to parallel how Bison seems to be the one to convince Fadel to let love in to his life, Fadel may return the favour by trying to remind Bison that Kant's feelings are genuine, because he's seen it for himself.

Kant is going to be absolutely torn up over it too. I don't know how he will cope with the insane levels of guilt.

[bruisedloverr]

you fucked up a perfectly good kylar, pc, that's what you did. look at them. they have severe anxious attachment issues.

[lesbianhotch]

and fish is my favorite perfume

wrecker gets back from a mission a little worse for wear (wrecker x fem reader, established relationship, spoilers for 3x08, fluff, wrecker sweetness, smooches, a little steamy)

“Ok, so can you explain it one more time?”

Wreckers voice is dulled by the sound of the running fresher, but not by much. You can hear him well enough through the cracked open door from your spot on the stool you’ve pulled up next to it. 

“They were HUGE! Big terrible teeth and one of ‘em grabbed Hunter, but I jumped right on it and showed it who’s boss.”

You nod along, eyes moving to the basket full of laundry that seemed to be staring at you from a few feet away. 

“And they showed up because you were in the water, where you were-“

“-disarming floating mines.”

“And that's why you and your clothes and your armor smell like swamp.”

Wreck laughs, and you hear the wet sound of a washcloth being scrubbed harshly against skin.

“You got it!”

He returned to your home reeking of sulfurous muck and you had to open all your shuttered windows just to prevent yourself from gagging.

He’d frowned when you refused his usual kisses, but agreed to your terms of fresher first, hugs later. 

You’d pinched your nose and tossed the first empty basket you could find into the fresher, directing Wrecker to go inside and disrobe and put everything in the now muddy container. He’d very politely nudged it out before getting under the wet spray and you’d moved it far across the room. 

“I don’t think those clothes are salvageable. We oughta burn them.”

“Ah! That armor’s been through worse.”

You severely doubt that. 

But then again…

“I’ll be back,” you announce as you hop off from the stool, steeling yourself as you approach the stinking basket.

You haul it out of the house and into your modest front yard. If you’re honest with yourself, you don’t have a plan in place. A long soak in some fresh water is the best bet for a preliminary wash, but you don't have the energy for that at the moment. An hour or two outside will  have to do for now.

You just want your house free of stink, and your boyfriend clean and in your arms.

The sound of the fresher has stopped when you come back inside, so you come right up to the door and knock gently.

“Ok in there?”

“Ya asking if I still smell?”

 “Maybe,” you reply, unable to keep the cheeky edge of your voice hidden. 

You let yourself in, and you can’t stop the gasp that leaves your mouth.

Wreckers in front of the mirror, and you can just see yourself in it, despite him taking up most of the view. His armor did all it could, but the bruises on him are massive. Dark and purple, covering his chest and shoulders and arms. In some spots it almost blends into the hair that covers his chest and leads down onto his belly. His back is just as bad, a large misshapen mass in the center of it.

“Oh Wreck…”

He shrugs, clearly not wanting you to worry. “I’ve had worse. Just gotta get some bacta on ‘em.” 

You spy another one across his hip, disappearing down into the towel that's tied around him. 

You want to appreciate every inch of skin that’s on display in front of you. You want to appreciate the map of scars that you’ve committed to memory. You want to appreciate the droplets of water that are slowly making their way down Wreckers back to rest at the top of the towel. 

But your heart aches, and while he may be as fine as he says he is, it doesn’t negate the way you feel.

You’re still behind him, so you get on your tiptoes and press a firm kiss to the bruised shoulder, and Wrecker grunts.

You pull back immediately. “I’m sorry! Did that hurt?”

“No. Was nice. Just…didn’t expect it is all.”

You place a gentle hand on his back, doing your best to avoid the worst of it. “Can I do it again?”

You feel Wrecker nod, and you press a soft kiss to the mottled skin. You do another, and then another, following the shape of the bruise with your lips. 

Wrecker lets out a low groan, followed by a chuckle that makes your stomach flip.

“Don’t start something that I won’t be able to finish.” 

You pull back, internally chastising yourself. You know he’s hurting, and yet-

He interrupts your thoughts.

“I can already hear ya in that head of yours, pretty thing. I’m alright. Just need some rest.” He turns around to face you finally, and he leans down to press a kiss to the top of your head. “Don’t want ya to worry about me ok?”

You snort. “Yeah, like that will ever happen.” You lean back, tilting your face up and accepting your first kiss since Wreckers return home. “Now let’s get you into some clean clothes and into bed.”

“Don’t have to tell me twice.”

[heyimanowl]

Finally throwing my sun and moon design out there!

[trashfactorysstuff]

Avatar au because WHY NOT.

Clips used are from Avatar the Last Airbender and The Legeng of Korra!!

Rip

[satorisoup]

people will think im ordinary until they say one (1) thing about tmnt and all of a sudden im explaining the entire lore starting from the 1990’s movie & why donatello is the best turtle i fear… T^T

tag limit fights me… i must yap… please listen… SOB </3