#but it's so damn cold here

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SCHEDULE

11.01.24: Physical Education (pre board exam) ✓

12.01.24: Physics (pre board exam) ✖️

13.01.24: Surface Kinetics ✖️

14.01.24: Surface Kinetics + F block elements ✖️

15.01.24: Coordination Compounds + Botany ✖️

16.01.24: Haloalkanes and Haloarenes ✖️

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My Board Practicals begin from 17th January hence, I haven't decided upon my schedule after the 16th. I plan to finish chemistry first along with genetics and then physics.

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[chuuminn]

thinking about chuuya again

he takes pride in acting your personal heater. being the vessel of an entity of chaos means he naturally run a few degree's hotter than the average human, go figure! obviously he’s gonna use that fact to his advantage. he just adores looking after his darling.

is there a slight chill in the air ? he's already lacing your fingers together and tugging you closer to his side. chuuya's favourite move is bringing your hands to his lips, letting his warm breath heat your skin before pressing a kiss to your knuckles. and you bet your cute butt he's gonna be giving you that shit eating grin of his because he knows it’d fluster you.

or maybe it's a night that’s colder than the two of you anticipated. thankfully, you have a 5'3 furnace by your side. he's right behind you, one arm acting as your pillow while the other wraps around your midriff to press you back against him. or he's pulling you to his chest; letting you snuggle into the crook of his neck while his fingers card lazily through your hair. you always end up as a cozy mess of tangled limbs by morning.

or or or ! if the enviroment doesn't exactly allow for such physical displays of affection, he's still got a way to keep you toasty. he doesn't miss a beat when he catches you shiver slightly, even though he's in work mode, discussing the latest operation with his underlings. he shrugs off his coat to wrap over your shoulders without breaking conversation, squeezing you lightly as he does so. his coat is always warm with the heat left from his body, and it smells like home.

[shirecorn]

Tumblr keeps popping up to sell me ad free dashboard. But what it doesn't understand is that me and the ads have a sort of symbiosis at this point.

The guys from the fake gameplay trailers for a predatory mobile app are my blorbos

[starflungwaddledee]

For 💖🎀, what about Marx? Little cute creature concealing incredible magic and uncanny features! I think he could be so mean to her ❤️

oh... anon you are very big brained for this one. he could unfortunately be so so mean to her.... and he has such pretty pretty wings! she would be enraptured instantly.

bonus eye-anim version (cw eyes/flashing gif):

[wreckedhoney]

MASSIVE SPOILER for one of the endings.

it's been a while since i tried looking, but i did hear that something like this happens last year and over time started to think, "was it a fluke?" bc no one posted footage or caps of it then, and i aimed for a completionist run in my first playthrough. turns out it's real! and definitely shines a new light on a character that, for most other types of playthroughs, will not give this much emotion! EDIT: transcript now included, and some stillshots under the cut

[0:28] Marie: Henry, this is the man who kept you from doing the right thing tonight. Kill him. [0:15] Forrest: Henry, you don’t have to do this. If you’ve not killed anyone yet, there’s still time to make the right decision. [0:05] Out of shot: (Gunshots) Henderson Police! Freeze! Marie: No! Henry, get out of there!

[salt-baby]

I just don't understand people who don't do a COVID test when they get sick

[skeletoninthemelonland]

never lay down in bed right after eating. don't think about staying on your phone for nearly two hours in that position. don't sleep either. acid reflux is real and i hate that guy

[kitlroux]

Looking sassy.

[avianreptiles]

Sw FL freaking blows, the only fun thing is Busch Gardens or even just Tampa in general, which is like an hour away. And when it's season, the traffic sucks and you can't even go go the beach bc everyone else is there already. Plus the heat the humidity and the feel like of over 110° F every day this place sucks

[petvengers]

Happy Easter everyone and a nice spring weekend if you don't celebrate it. Nice spring weather would be cool to match the expectations.

But really in this case I just wanted to mention that I really like comics Clint and Bucky's dynamic :D

[harmonizewithechoes]

My five year old has his very first day of kindergarten tomorrow 🥺🥺🥺 I didn’t expect to be hit with such a huge wave of emotions but I’ve been a WRECK all day

[milky-fixx]

inasa yoarashi is the biggest, loudest space heater you could imagine.

“ARE YOU COLD? YOU LOOK COLD!” his voice booms out. you’re shivering, huddled up in blankets which you part slightly, just enough to see him standing in your doorway. your heater broken, the cold winter air is harsh and unrelenting against the thin walls of your apartment.

approaching you, he opens his arms out wide and—it’s almost silly how massive he is, how his thick, muscled arms easily span the length of your bed. but inasa runs hot, and while it’s a burden in the sweltering summer nights, when you wake up to him snoring atop you, his arms caging you to him, sweat beading on your temple—now? it’s a godsend.

“please—” you say through chattering teeth, and it’s not even a moment later that he’s ripping the blanket from you, the brief exposure to the bitter cold giving way to the heat of his body slotting against yours.

he holds you to him like you’re another civilian in need of saving—like it’s his job to. his big arms wrapping around your back, drawing you to him, his legs pulled up, his knees nudging your thighs. you’re cradled in his arms, your chin digging into his chest, your entire body swallowed whole by his.

“woah! you’re like an icicle!” he exclaims. beaming down at you like your own personal sun ray, here to warm you from the tips of your toes to the hollow of your chest.

your hands still exposed to the frigid air, you search for somewhere to place them, before deciding on slipping them under his sweatshirt. you sigh at the sheer heat radiating from him. his muscles tense under your touch, but then flex against your palms.

“w-woah, you’re so COLD.”

“mm, that’s why i need you ‘nasa.”

he puffs his chest out. “as your personal hero AND boyfriend, it’s my job to make sure you’re warm!”

he exhales proudly, his arms tightening around you. your nose is smushed against his chest at this point. but you’re warm, so much warmer than you were. you’re drifting off, when you realize inasa is still saying something.

“—hey, HEY! did it work?”

“mmh?”

“are you WARM yet? oh—” he says suddenly, his brows drawing together. his voice lowers an octave in seriousness. “were you asleep?”

“…almost.”

“sorry!” he whispers, but his whisper is closer to a normal decibel. he stays dutifully still as you doze off, shifting slightly only once his legs start cramping, and he can’t bare it any longer (a real hero would NEVER let their girlfriend freeze, though! no matter how much discomfort they endure!)

he stills once his ankles brush your toes, which are tiny icicles against his skin.

“—socks! you need socks!”

when you wake up from your nap, it is to inasa grinning down at you.

“I FIXED IT,” he says as soon as he sees you stir.

his comically large socks reach up to your ankles, accompanied by his sweatshirt whose sleeves extend way past your hands, the hem brushing the top of your knees. inasa himself is wearing only his undershirt and sweatpants, but he seems unphased by the chill.

he cackles in victory. “i’d like to see the cold beat THAT.”

[dunmeshiminimumwage]

[raineandsky]

#76

Being a receptionist is boring, but it has its perks. It’s safe, for one, and the civilian can watch the drama of whatever the hero and villain are fighting over from the comfort of an ergonomic desk chair. Their desk is tucked nicely into a corner near the back of the entrance hall, just in case the front of the building comes flying off for any reason.

It’s been a calm day outside, much to the civilian’s relief and boredom. It has been for the past week, actually. People trail in and out, not in any hurry, and the civilian idly pings them into the building or, god forbid, has to make a phone call for one of them.

They’re already well into the swing of things when the nth person of the day approaches the desk. The civilian can see them from out of the corner of their eye from where they’re staring at their computer screen. There’s a second of silence—no telltale slap of ID card on wood—until the person on the other side clears their throat expectantly.

The civilian glances up from their screen, only to do a double take. This guy isn’t from around here. He’s dressed in a smart suit and tie like everyone else, but his sense of smart seems to be the complete opposite of what this company considers smart. He graces them with a polite smile, a rarity that you learn to not expect as a receptionist.

“Good morning, [Civilian],” he opens kindly, before glancing at the watch hugging his wrist “or good afternoon, as of two minutes ago.”

The bland customer service line they were going to grace him with dies on their tongue. “Wh– How do you know my name?”

That smile again. “I was hoping to speak with you somewhere private.”

“You’re not getting me to secondary location,” the civilian snaps back immediately.

“I have some affairs the agency thinks you might have an interest in.”

That gives the civilian pause. “The… heroes agency?”

“Hey, man,” someone says from behind the man, “You’re holding up the line.”

The agency man ignores her. “Can we speak privately?”

“No.” The civilian folds their arms, sinking down in their seat for emphasis. “You can tell everyone here why you know my name, stalker.”

The man glances at the slowly growing, irritable queue behind him before leaning over the desk slightly and lowering his voice. “The agency’s in need of new heroes.”

“That doesn’t answer… any of my questions.”

Another glance over his shoulder at the first woman scowling at him. “We have files on everyone in this city. We need new heroes, so we’re finding the most suited options from the civilians here. You can be a hero, [Civilian].”

“And… I fit this heroic profile?”

The man smiles again, brighter. “You do. A perfect match, in fact.”

The civilian frowns confusedly, looking at their hands like they hold answers. “I thought heroes had, like, powers.”

“We can talk about that later.”

The civilian glances back up at him. If he’s lying, he’s very good at hiding it. “Okay. Move over so these people can get in.”

The man positively beams as he steps aside. The woman behind him huffs with a quiet “finally” and slams his ID card down with comfortable familiarity.

It takes ten minutes to get the line of antsy workers into the building. The man waits, impossibly patient, apologising here and there as people pass. He lets the civilian get everyone in before returning to his spot at the desk. “[Civilian]?”

They huff as they get to their feet, scribbling a quick note and shoving it on the front of the desk where people can see it before letting the barriers open. They step around the desk, giving the man a suspicious once over. “If you’re fucking with me I’ll kill you.”

The man laughs, the sound short and genuine. “I’ve no doubt. Let’s get you to the agency.”

One of the workers watches as the two of them wander back out onto the street. The heroes are coming up short. They’re employing civilians to fill in for a job meant for people with superpowers.

The villain couldn’t have turned up to their day job at a better time.

They pull their phone out as they continue into the building. Best not be late. The heroes are at their weakest, they type into a text littered with hasty spelling errors. Prepare to infiltrate the agency. We’re going in tonight.

[liverpool-enjoyer]

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[strange-creature-222]

"I could drink your blood if you'd let my baby" no actually.

You can't. I won't let you.

if I did there's A chance that A. I might die and B. I might also become a vampire

And both of those would mean I have to give up garlic bread and other delicious things with garlic in them, and sorry man, I just can't

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