#but is saving his ass so he is fine with it

[animezinglife]

I've just never understood her vitriol in this scene. It makes no sense and seems like it's out of nowhere. At this point, they've both said their pieces about the whole Tamlin thing, and he stood by her side and helped protect her throughout Autumn. He made mistakes based on limited information (much of which she gave him), but he's trying to make it right now. They seemed fine at the end of ACOWAR and she was even trying to give him a little space to talk with Elain. He saved their asses multiple times over in that war and helped them secure crucial alliances with absolutely no regard for his own well-being.

I'm so ready for he and Elain both to give them all the middle finger and go build their own lives. If you're wondering why I bring Elain into this specific passage, think about the types of skillsets and strengths Feyre is condescending here.

I also fully believe they're going to end up being High King and Queen and everyone's going to have to bend the knee. I would not be happier about that fact if it happens.

"If you're asking me--"

"I'm not."

Hot.

These pages could be talked about every single day and it still wouldn’t be enough. In this scene Feyre was mean and selfish. She didn’t spare a single thought to how Lucien was feeling and she felt no guilt for the terrible situation she’d singlehandedly landed him in.

I will say this until the end of time: Lucien deserves better.

[dr-spencer-reids-queen]

Tipping Point

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~1.4k

Warnings: sexual tension, implied smut

Summary: Your aunt signs you up for shooting lessons with Spencer Reid. You get more than you bargained for when you go.

Square Filled: alex blake (2022) for @spencerreidbingo

Author’s Note: any and all comments are greatly appreciated <3

x

Not having a job is really kicking your ass. All you do is stay at home and flip through magazines and shows you’ve already watched. Since your parents died, your aunt has taken you under her wing. The housing and renting market is a joke right now, so you’re living with her until you can go to school. You want to go into her field since you look up to her so much, but the school year doesn’t start for another three months.

So, you’re just trying to pass the time by reading magazines and watching shit reality shows.

Aunt Alex walks downstairs after getting ready for work, and she goes to the kitchen where the full pot of coffee you brewed is waiting for her.

“So, what do you have planned for today?” she asks.

“Well, at ten, I want to cure diseases, and at two, I plan on writing a thesis on String Theory. Why? Do you have something planned? I can see if I can fit you in,” you say sarcastically.

“You’re so funny,” she rolls her eyes playfully. “There’s actually something I want you to do for me.”

“What’s up?”

“I signed you up for shooting lessons. One of my coworkers is teaching the class, and he knows you’re coming. Your appointment is at two.”

You resist the urge to roll your eyes. She’s been nagging you to take shooting lessons ever since you moved in with her.

“Aunt Alex…”

“Y/N, listen, your mother wasn’t prepared and look where it got her. I’m not letting the same thing happen to you.”

She’s right. Your father died shortly after you were born so your mom was the protector. There was an invasion one night and she wasn’t able to protect herself against the intruder. She died fighting to save you. Alex sees evil every single day, and it would break her heart if you weren't prepared for the worst.

“Fine, I’ll go,” you sigh.

“Good. It’s at two. Don’t be late.”

“I won’t.”

The morning is filled with reality TV, and the early afternoon is when you prepare to go to this lesson. What should you wear? A dress might be too much so you pick out a nice pair of jeans and a loose shirt. Once ready, you leave the house and head over to the shooting range. You’re not sure who from her team is going to be teaching you. You’ve never met them but you do know them by name. David Rossi, Derek Morgan, Aaron Hotchner, and Spencer Reid. You don’t think Rossi or Hotch will teach you so it has to be either Derek or Spencer.

The shooting range is empty, probably due to Alex’s influence. She wanted whoever is teaching it to focus on you the whole time.

“Hello? Anyone here?”

“In the back!”

You walk to the back and see a tall and slender man putting away supplies. From Penelope’s use of the phrase “Chocolate Thunder” (thanks to Aunt Alex repeating it several times), you know this is Spencer Reid. Spencer turns and you’re immediately floored by how attractive he is. You’ve met your fair share of men and have hooked up with more than one of them, but Spencer is on a whole other level.

This is a man right here. You’re into older men, too. You’re not sure how old he is but he can’t be more than thirty-five.

He walks over to you with a smile. “Hi, I’m Spencer Reid. Alex said you were coming over.” No words are coming out so you just nod instead. “Have you ever shot a gun before?” Again, you can only shake your head. “Don’t worry, I’ll teach you.”

He takes you over to the area where you shoot and shows an array of guns on the table next to it. He picks up the smaller one and hands it over to you.

“Wow, this is heavier than I thought it was going to be,” you chuckle when you grab it.

“Yeah, don’t let that scare you. This is a very easy gun to use. First, safety.”

Spencer takes the gun from you and puts it on the table before grabbing a pair of earmuffs and safety glasses. You look up at him as he slides the earmuffs over your ears, and he looks into your eyes. He briefly looks down at your lips but it was so quick that you could have been imagining it.

“Does that fit well?”

Even through the earmuffs, his voice is like honey. You nod and he moves onto the glasses. He slides them on despite you having full capabilities of doing this yourself. You look down and the glasses slide off your face entirely, and you chuckle shyly. Both you and Spencer lean down to pick it up, and your hand bumps against his.

It was just a bump but that sends shockwaves through your body. Based on how Spencer is looking at you, you know he felt the same. This is different than any fling you had. You’ve never felt this type of attraction toward another man.

“Sorry,” you whisper.

“It’s okay.” He grabs the glasses. “Let me get another pair.” Spencer leaves and returns with a smaller pair. “Are those okay?”

“Better,” you smile.

“Okay, take the gun and turn the safety off.” You pick up the gun and flip the little switch. Spencer steps closer to you, so close that you can feel his body heat behind you. Butterflies flutter in your stomach but you try to ignore them. “Here, hold it like this.”

He reaches around you and fixes the way you hold the gun. He has to press himself closer to your back, and you silently thank Aunt Alex for setting this up for you.

“Am I holding it right?” you ask.

“Yes.”

His breath is hot against your neck, and you swear you can feel your panties dampening a little bit.

“Now what?”

“Shoot.” You aim at the target in front of you and shoot three times, all of the bullets not hitting the target but on the paper outside of it. “Okay, next time, don’t close one eye. That actually doesn’t help.”

“Okay,” you chuckle. “Sorry.”

“It’s okay. Try again. This time, try to aim for the heart.”

You aim at the target but freeze when you feel Spencer’s hand sliding up your arms and down to your waist. How can you think about this when all you can think about is his hands on your body? You shoot the target twice, both of the bullets hitting the target. However, one hit his leg and the other hit his hand.

“Better?”

“Yeah, a bit. Are you sure you’ve never shot a gun before?”

“Never.”

“For a first-timer, you’re doing a lot better than other newbies.”

“Thanks,” you smile. “I just have a really great teacher.”

Spencer spends the next thirty minutes teaching you how to shoot multiple different guns. By the time you’re done, the sexual tension is high. Spencer steps back from you and you regret not failing more just so you can feel his body against yours.

“Okay, I think that’s enough for today. I do think you might benefit from one more lesson. Are you free next week?”

“Yes,” you say too quickly. “I mean, I can make that work. Just let me know.”

“Great.”

Spencer removes your glasses and then your earmuffs while staring into your eyes the whole time. The tension between you two is like a boiling pot of water. It’s going to overflow any second now, and you can’t wait to see what will happen when he snaps. He looks down at your lips and you lick them slowly, and that seems to be the tipping point.

He grabs your waist and pulls you into him before slamming his lips on yours. You immediately wrap your arms around his neck to deepen the kiss. He hooks his hands under your thighs and lifts you up with ease, setting you on the small table so you’re up to his height. Spencer slides his tongue along your bottom lip, but he kisses his way down your jaw to your neck instead of licking inside your mouth.

“Alex is going to kill me,” he mutters between kisses.

“What she doesn’t know won’t hurt her,” you moan.

Spencer pulls back and kisses you once again. If you knew this was waiting for you, you would have taken lessons a lot sooner.

x

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[tricksh0t]

★ like an animal

☾ kraven x top m reader

𝘱𝘳𝘦-𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘴𝘩0𝘵 ⛥ i wrote this with kraven and reader being lovers roleplaying in mind, with some kind of chasing kink as foreplay, but it's not pictured and intentionally left vague

𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘵𝘴 ⛥ 680 words

cw: dubcon, sex in a forest, vague descriptions of the reader (he can be something animal-related like Kraven, or its just his physique), big d, against a tree

Kraven was–is the perfect hunter.

That's what makes this feel so wrong. The tree bark scratches against his back, the grass blades dig into his feet, and even his own body betrays him, the skin of his thighs is chafed.

He's a lion, kings of the savannah.

You? You're a bear, king of the forest.

It's a thing of pride, being a lion, being Kraven: being at his physical peak, strength and agility.

Being a bear, however, is having strength that comes with size. It's not about having the strength so much as using it for survival.

Besides, a lion is nothing without his pack, but bears are solitary animals.

Kraven fights your hold, managing to lift his arms from the bark only temporarily. Your head snaps forward in a bite, teeth clamping down just short of his nose. You could've very well bit him at this distance, but you didn't. It's discipline.

Kraven's fight quiets.

You try to turn him, to shove his head into the bark, to take him from behind. He slams his foot down onto yours. That, he will not have.

You huff out of your nose, it's a sound of compromise, a fine.

Kraven is a lion in a forest, a treat for a bear, by all means. You'll do well to savour him, save the very last bit until there's no decorum left to appreciate.

There's none of that, though, as you're eager.

This should feel wrong, wrapping a willing leg around your back to press his ass against you and to feel your cock deeper inside. The bark pricking like needles into his back should only feed his need to fight your hold, and your distracted, wandering hands should be incentive enough to push you off; but they're not.

It's not so much about it being a bear's cock than it is about it being yours: thick, long and heavy. It's easier to appreciate things with his mouth, like the taste of salmon. Kraven'll have a taste soon enough.

For now, you fuck him like an animal, the bear you are. It's good, raw. Between your cock and his hole, there's only spit. That's the way it should be, he thinks.

There's nothing manmade about either of you except your woman-borne bodies and aged, old scars. It's natural.

Kraven wraps his evidently free arms around the thick of you, nails digging into your ample back to pull your chest against his. He needs this intimacy, the feel of your muscles against his. It's sweaty and sticky, but it's a primal need to have you against him.

Except this is anything but. He won't take, and that's not why he needs to have you.

It should feel wrong in this way too, as a lion. This kind of fucking will be fruitless, nevermind the fact he's the one being fucked, because it's too good to protest; and therein lies his desire, the pleasure.

It should feel wrong, because it's out of his nature. The predator has become the prey.

"Fuck." A little gasp escapes him as your intertwine your fingers and intertwine them above his head.

It's loving him as much as it is restraining him, intertwining your fingers and yet keeping his touch away from the rest of you.

Now there's nothing to think of except the way your cock fucks into him.

"Does that feel good, little lion?"

"Yes." Yes, your cock feels good. The length and girth of the thing make him feel like you're up to his throat. You don't ask him to, but he says it again, "Yes!"

You fuck him like an animal, hard and fast in and out of him with the only purpose being to finish. No technique, only instinct, yet it has him rolling his eyes back anyway.

You could go on for hours, he's sure, and he'd let you. He's not even thinking of escaping, anymore.

Sergei's not in his right mind to think about what's right or wrong, not now.

𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘵-𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘴𝘩0𝘵 ⛥ kept lookin' at him the entire movie like 'fuck he's hot'

[mannliker]

Nah bc it would be so cool to have one Wayne saving people through the healing part and the other saving people through the violence part. Like, the parallels and shit they could draw in the comics would be mad poetic.

I can already hear Bruce’s internal monologue about how he was always proud of all his kids but maybe the one that he’s most at peace with is Damian because he knows he’ll be safer in his line of work. He’s kind of in awe that one of his kids could turn out so differently, and not take up the typical family practice. At first he was upset but now he just respects it. And he knows that he and Damian each have their own job to do and he accepts the differences between them, the necessity of both.

And then yeah all the memes about Bruce sending countless criminals to Damian’s ER (FOR GOTHAM) and Damian’s like ‘wtf did you do to that guy’s arm last week that shit was crazy as hell he was in the OR for like 5 hours’ and Bruce is like ‘ahh it’s fine I knew the best doctor in Gotham could patch him up easily’ and then Damian rolls his eyes like ‘fuck you idiot old man’ but he knows Bruce is proud of him and he’s also proud of Bruce and it’s like gay and shit

Or what if maybe Damian lowkey does both, like being a doctor is his day job and then he still kicks ass as a vigilante some nights when he’s not at work. Imagine he steps into the office the next day and he’s like “huh how unfortunate for this patient of mine, I wonder how his collarbone ended up parallel with his spine” when he knows damn well how it happened because he was there but now he’s gonna treat this guy because he’s a doctor too dammit. First, do no harm. Second.. break a guy’s arm.

Then maybe end up fixing it again if he’s scheduled that day.

Because I’m actually so stoked about the new Batman and Robin issue DR. WAYNE‼️‼️

I’m so happy about the possibility that Damian who comes from a place of violence and murder grows up to save people and not through violence as well but through medicine and empathy

[olailamajnoon]

Jason, after a dangerous mission: You're all welcome.

Cassandra: But no one said thank you.

Jason: I know, I know. Yall are too proud to thank me for saving your asses.

Dick, tightly through his teeth: It was a team effort.

Jason, his eyebrows raised: That's okay kiddo. I won't dispel any belief that makes you happy.

Dick (incredulous): Kiddo?!

Bruce: To give credit where credit's due. Jason, you got us out of there with your semi-automatic. But you also shot and killed three cops.

Jason: Corrupt cops! Again, you're welcome. *smiles and bows with a flourish*

Tim: Just great. We're never gonna stop hearing about how you saved the day with guns, are we?

Jason, smiling widely: No.

Stephanie: Clearly you're the devil.

Jason: Well. *blushes* I wouldn't say that. But if that's how you feel, then...who am I to say you're wrong?

Damian: It wasn't a compliment, fool.

Jason, twirling his guns and smirking: Buddy, when a girl calls you the devil, it means she likes you.

Stephanie: Ew no! I wasn't—

Bruce: Enough. Red Hood, I recommend you disappear for the rest of the day. Just until the team has regained its...stability.

Jason: You mean convince yourselves that there was another way out, and that you all are responsible for my actions. Fine, I'll leave you people alone to your idea of fun. *turns to go*

Jason: Just one thing.

Dick, pinching the bridge of his nose: Oh no. What now.

Jason: You geniuses celebrate with a debrief involving all your mistakes. I celebrate by getting shitfaced with Kori, and teaching her some Earth customs. So, you know. Enjoy.

He walks away, whistling.

Bruce, turning to the group: So. Let's go over some contingency plans for the next time we're faced with such difficult tactical decisions. Rest assured, there was another way out. Jason was wrong.

The rest of the Batfamily, looking at each other with draining enthusiasm: Uh huh.

[thicccshady]

Bass🔊

Eminem X Reader

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Content: Cursing, Flirting in the workplace

The clock was ticking down—showtime was almost here, but there were still a few minutes left. You loved this part of the gig: the calm before the storm, the moment when you still had control over everything. Focused, concentration laid on your face. You adjusted the levels on the soundboard, double-checking every mic and monitor. You’d been on the road for weeks now, part of the hardworking crew making sure every show went off without a hitch. You prided yourself on being invisible—no drama, no mistakes. But tonight, you felt someone step into your personal space.

Turning, you almost dropped your headphones. There he was—Marshall, eyes scanning the soundboard like it held some kind of secret. He casually leaned against the side of the console, watching you work. His presence was immediate, and you could feel it in the air.

"Yo," he said, his voice low but cutting through the pre-show music you were focused on. "This where the magic happens?"

You blinked, caught off guard. He hadn’t said more than three words to you before. "Ha, yeah. Magic’s a strong word, though. Just trying to keep things from sounding like shit."

A small smirk pulled at the corner of his mouth. "Uh, you think you could turn up the bass just a little?" he asked, his voice low but with that unmistakable edge of confidence. "The crowd’s gotta feel it, you know what I mean?"

You didn’t look up right away, though you could hear the teasing in his tone. "You trying to shake the walls before the crowd even gets here?" you asked, your fingers still dancing over the faders.

He shrugged, eyes twinkling with mischief as he leaned in just a little closer. "Maybe. Can’t have ‘em catching Z’s before I even step on stage."

You shot him a raised eyebrow, a challenging grin tugging at your lips. "Oh, so you’re worried they’ll doze off halfway through your set?"

He smirked. "Nah, nah, I’m good, but it wouldn’t hurt if you cranked up the volume a bit. Help a guy out, y’know? I’d like to keep my stamina for something else." He winked.

You shook your head, a small chuckle escaping. "Loud doesn’t always equal good, Marshall. You wanna rattle the whole place, go ahead. But we’re gonna be dealing with complaints."  

"Fuck complaints,” he said with a shrug, a playful smirk still on his lips. "Let ‘em feel it. They’ll remember this show."

You rolled your eyes but didn’t completely dismiss his request, tweaking the fader slightly. "Yeah, well, I guess it wouldn’t be an Eminem show without you trying to blow out the speakers." 

Marshall threw his hands up in surrender. “Shit, it was one time!” He watched as you let out a small breathy laugh. “Thanks for saving my ass during that, by the way.”

Determined to stay focused, you rummaged through a draw under the soundboard. “Yeah, no problem. Just doing my job.”

He chuckled, the sound low and almost intimate as he stepped a bit closer, his eyes following your every movement. "I’m just saying, sound’s important. It’s the backbone, you know? Without it, what’s left?"

You returned to the board, adjusted the sliders, trying not to let his words affect you, but you could feel the tension building between you—something unspoken, something more than just the sound mix.

He leaned in closer, pointing at a fader. His finger brushed against yours just as you adjusted it, and the slight contact sent a jolt through you. You froze for a second, your heart skipping a beat, but you didn’t pull your hand away. Instead, you slid the fader, your fingers lingering just a touch too long on the knob.  

"Sorry," he murmured, clearly not meaning it. He pulled his hand back, but he didn’t step away. His voice was quieter now, the tone more intense. "Didn’t mean to throw you off."  

You swallowed, trying to keep your composure. "You’re fine," you replied, your voice a little strained, but you didn’t meet his gaze, focusing instead on the board in front of you. "We’ve got less than five minutes before the crowd comes in."  

Marshall shifted, stepping behind you, his body still close enough that you could feel the heat radiating off of him. His smirk softened into something more genuine, and he glanced over your shoulder at the soundboard. "You know your the shit. I can tell. Most of these guys would’ve just slapped the board and hoped for the best, but you’re on it, making it look pretty easy.” He lingered on the word “pretty”.

You snorted, trying to keep the mood light and ignore the heat traveling to your face. "It’s not a competition, but the board needs a little foreplay first. You can’t just slap her and expect magic." 

"No, of course not." he added, his tone playful but with an edge of challenge. Still behind you, he reached around, resting his hands on either side of the soundboard inches from your hips. His breath lightly brushed your neck. He smirked noticing your flushed cheeks "I thought you’d be used to attention."

You shot him a sideways look, heart pounding in your chest. "I’m used to attention, Marshall. Just not from you."

The words hung in the air between you, thick with unspoken tension. He didn’t move away, his smirk never faltering as he watched you, waiting for your next move. 

The sound of the stage manager’s voice suddenly broke the moment, sharp and urgent. "Marshall, we need you backstage!" 

Marshall gave you a final look, his eyes lingering on yours for a beat longer than necessary. Stepping away, he added, "Guess I’ll leave you to your magic, huh?" He wiggled his fingers like he was casting a spell.

You nodded fighting a giddy smile, feeling the weight of his gaze still on you as he took a step back. "I’ll make sure it sounds good for you, don’t worry."  

He raised an eyebrow, a slight grin curling at the corner of his lips. "I’m sure you will, Y/N. But after the show..." 

Before he could finish, the stage manager called again, louder this time. Marshall gave you one last look, smirking over his shoulder as he disappeared backstage. You watched him go, the moment passing—but the tension between you lingered, undeniable.

To be continued...

A/N: I'm working on some upcoming NSFW stuff. Expect a mix of a little bit of everything. <3

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[quwyou]

ep. 13

dude really took the time to get a paper to tape on there

bro imagine if he had like loaned out 2 books and the students had to go on knowing that one or two of them in particular got him killed by the principal. that would be fucked up like god

AUGH THE TRAGIC BACKSTORY AHHHH

bro really had the last remnant of his already shattered worldview absolutely fucking disintegrated and the first thing he did was commit suicide bro my god

bro really said "dw its fine im a filthy fucking rich stock broker"

ok younger pricipal asano is actually really cute. maybe even kinda twinky

bro can DUNK

who the fuck loudly says "he should have just stood up for himself" at a kid's funeral like that

god the transition to his evil cold calculating voice goddddddddd

HE LITERALLY MADE A GUY HOMELESS. HIT HIM WITH THE "GAMBLING ADDICTION" BEAM

i forgot that koro sensei's mug shot is him being smug i fucking love that so iconic

HE SAVED HIS GET-OUT-OF-JAIL-FREE ASS PULL FOR HIM. BRO U KNOW U CAN ONLY NARRATIVELY DO LIKE 2 MORE OF THOSE. THAT WAS SO NICE OMG

AWW PAST ASANO BEING SO NICE

bro really just is like "im already over u hitting me but im still gonna try to use this to sue u maybe lol"

bro really like "yeah i know this is ridiculous but yall protagonists. youll be fine stop complaining"

NO STATE SECRETS IN THE PLAY

aww ritsu can participate as the narrator thats so cute actually

FUCKING DIVORCE LAWYERS OMG

damn they really committed to their roles holy fuck

fuckitwhynotASSASSINATIN CLASSROOM LIVEBLOG GO!!!!

everyone please skip this if u havent seen bc there spoilers!!!!!!!! its a good show fuck you go watch it!!!!!!!!

ep. 0 but ive seen it before so i spoil some later (like final episode later) stuff right off the bat

godd it been like a year since ive last seen this but i used to rewatch it every few months lol. started thinking about how the fact that koro-sensei has a beam attack feels like an ass pull bc it is but its still well-written despite that (similar to other thing his tentacles can do, he's had no reason to use it before, established reason for hiding abilities) and now i just wanna re-watch the show again bc its been too long tbh

[evelynpr]

FINISHED WATCHING MHA MOVIE 2: HEROES RISING!!! SPOILERS AHEAD IF YOU HAVENT WATCHED IT

OH MY FUCKING GOD THIS WAS SO GOOD YO HOLY FUCK I LOVE IT AAAAAAAAAAAAA

This was truly My Bakudeku Academia. Watching that final battle felt like a religious experience- as if I was watching the birth of Christ. Holy fuck if that really was the original ending, with Deku passing OFA to Kacchan, and the whole "Oh it actually stayed with Deku and Bkg got amnesia" didn't happen, this would have been a dramatically different story moving forward.

Horikoshi really loves Bakugou- like absolutely no question. The story following this kind of ending would be about him continuing OFA's legacy with the guilt of a thousand suns on his shoulders for "taking away" Izuku's dream. Izuku would have continued the hero course as an actual quirkless student. I would love to see aus of this being canon and continuing their story from there.

I'm guessing Nine here was supposed to be AFO, and he would basically be gone too. Katsuma is perfectly set up to be the next protagonist (I can already imagine him using Cell Regeneration as Super Regeneration- he could become invincible while also healing others. Incredibly amazing quirk).

NUMBER ONE COMPLAINT I HAD WAS ADDRESSED. THE REST OF THE CLASS ACTUALLY DO FEEL STRONG AND USEFUL AND EVERYTHING AS SHIT I LOVE IT AAAAAAAA

YES MY GIRL OCHAKO FINALLY HAS HER BIG MOMENT FLOATING SO MUCH DEBRIS!!! I'M SO HAPPY- EVEN JIRO, AOYAMA, SHOJI, TOKOYAMI AND MORE HAD LEGIT GOOD SCENES AND FIGHTS I'M SO FUCKING HAPPY YEEEEEAAAAAAAAHHHHHH THEY ARE SOOO COOLLLLL THEY GENUINELY GAVE IT THEIR ALL FUCK YEAHHHHH

(note. THAT WOLF GUY CALLED SHOJI UGLY- A FELLOW HETEROMORPH, CUS HE WAS PROJECTING HIS "MONSTER" ISSUES ON HIM HOW FUCKING DARE YOUUUUU)

THEY ALSO MAKE IT ACTUALLY MAKE MORE SENSE HOW THE WHOLE CLASS IS SEPARATED ON AN ISLAND TOGETHER AS A WHOLE CLASS THIS TIME TOO (and not just half like last movie). They even managed to tie it in to AFO, the LoV, and Hero Society. Like it actually feels more grounded and reasonable why the class would be here alone with supervision.

They even add hints of Touya Todoroki with him having a short battle with Endeavor, Hawks spying in the LoV, the HSPC head cameo, and other little things too. Man I loved this fucking movie I would watch it 10 more times right now.

[lloydfrontera]

god they're so cute i hate them already

i do have to say the way this scene plays out in the novel is completely different because damian outright admits that he let rakiel fall in front of everyone. just like that. it was good publicity and also he knew rakiel wouldn't get hurt by it. he's very shameless about it lmao

“But why didn’t you catch me when I fell?” “I didn’t get there in time.” “Really?” “Yes. You fell down so suddenly.” “Right. I don’t think so.” “Is that so?” “Uh-huh. You seemed quite calm for someone who couldn’t catch me.” “... Have I been caught?” “Uh-huh. Why didn’t you catch me?” “Because I saw it as an opportunity for more dramatic publicity.” Damian responded shamelessly. Thanks to this, the levity disappeared. “… What?” “It’s just like I said. Also, the posture and angle at which he fell was quite stable. Your Majesty’s buttocks are rather plump. I decided you wouldn’t hurt anything.” “…” “Are you hurt somewhere?” “Uh-huh” “Where were you hurt?” “My heart.” "..."

like. look at this little shit i love him so much ajskhdkja

[moeblob]

She can transform into a dragon and then falls in love with a man on a mission to slay all the dragons he finds. Who then begins to travel with her brother and his friend and keeps hearing about how "my sister could kick your ass" and he tries to keep his sister away from the dragon slayer because that's a risk he won't take.

Then the sister ends up marrying the dragon slayer.

The end.

[your-favorite-spyho]

Lee immediately calmed down as he felt Adina's hand on his. He leaned over and rubbed his cheek against her shoulder.

Hehehe. You're such a kind little seraph, aren't you?

It's fine. Really fine... Times were different then. Not knowing other ways to deal with something doesn't make her a bad person.

He chuckled and kissed Adina's nose.

And you too, Dina. You are wonderful.

You know, I think you can make up with Sarai today after we save them from dat birdbrain ass! I told 'em how nice and sweet ya really are, so they must accept your apology now. -🍬

The Pre-Dance Refreshments

My fellow Ars Goetia and gorgeous Overlords! Thank you so much for attending my little celebration of my becoming Prince!

I promise you all we have a big performance coming up by some of the sexiest Exorcists you’ll ever see! Their show will start in half hour — they’re both being such divas in the dressing room right now — so for now, enjoy the refreshments! You have everything you could possibly want, but only in limited qualities — so try not to get too rowdy over the last scraps!

-👑

[riacte]

so hey guys i finished dungeon meshi yesterday and i'm still thinking about it

[trainerethan]

I see in my mind's eyes green and red having some conflict early on because red really likes physical closeness and touch but green has a lot of compulsions/intrusive thoughts about being clean/cross contamination. Which unfortunately are usually a little valid when it comes to red considering reds complete lack of concern for those things. At least as children.

[decaf-mother]

Why do people hate Ethan Winters???? The hell he went through for Mia in RE7??? The hell he went through for Rose in RE8?!? This man died like- the best father and husband ever. He looked out for his daughter and just fuck he loved her so much that it HURTS. He was gonna be there for her always if fucked up things didn't happen.

He's literally ideal marriage material. He's perfect. I need to hug him.

[pyrosomatic-metamorphosis]

i've mentioned here and there that i made a relationships/dynamic spreadsheet. i have finally put it to use. look on my Works, ye mighty, and despair.

-extra note: i am not omniscient and i cannot watch every stream. i may have missed a sibling declaration or two.

-extra extra note: i currently speak only english and used google translate for the rest. if theres a translation error I'd love to know- i wont be able to go back and fix these, but im always so curious about how accurate google translate can be

extra extra note pt 2: do. do other languages use guardian as in "legal guardian" as in "not a family member but still Primary Caregiver of child" because i am suddenly aware those translations might not be correct. on the other hand tho if google translate decided that the parents are guarding warriors of the eggs im not going to argue

[littencloud9]

i love u nekoma & karasuno i love you SO MUCH