#but rescue romance

[teecupangel]

I know I'm going to hell but, this video and the little kid is Kadar.

Context in Chilean Spanish and my best try to translate it to English:

Title: Pelotazo a niño chico con completo

*The camera shows a little kid eating a completo italiano while to other kids talk*

Kid A: The birthday was alright (Tuvo weno el cumpleaños)

Kid B: Yeah, it's alright (Ta weno)

Kid A: I mean it's alright *gibrish* (Osea esta weno .... )

Kid B: We are like shit because there are no women (tamos como las weas por que no hay minas)

*the ball hits the little kid *

Tumblr didn’t include the video but I think this is it:

I’m just imagining this is like Al Mualim’s birthday and one of the older Assassins are asking how the kids enjoy the birthday. Rauf being the kid who joked “we are not pleased for there was no flower.” because he’s the oldest of the group and he can joke about these kinds of things.

Kadar gets hit by the ball that Altaïr and Abbas were passing around after a few kids teased Abbas that he couldn’t kick the ball hard enough for Altaïr not to block it (which they only teased about because Altaïr and Abbas were just casually passing it around and that was boring).

Abbas didn’t mean to hit Kadar.

Altaïr had been distracted because he saw Al Mualim exiting the fortress and he wondered if he was there to take Altaïr back inside. His attention only returned to Abbas when he heard his friend beg for mercy as he ran away from a furious Malik who chased after him with murder in his eyes.

Altaïr helped Kadar get up instead because he felt a bit responsible for getting distracted.

And in all his most-definitely-got-a-concussion state, Kadar saw Altaïr as he helped him up and…

That is the day Kadar developed a crush on Altaïr.

… and threw up everything he ate at the feast on Altaïr’s robes.

[p4nishers]

i cant get over the ball being so CLEARLY all for crowley i can't get over aziraphale trying to woo him with a WHOLE FUCKING BALL because that's what he knows that's what romance IS for him because he's been wanting to dance with crowley ever since dancing was invented and he's so stuck in time with the way he dresses and talks and he still thinks a dance is the high of romance AND HE MADE A WHOLE ENTIRE FUCKING BALL FOR CROWLEY JUST SO HE COULD DANCE WITH HIM like now it's so fucking obvious he gave away his BOOKS without a second thought and it was all for crowley he organised a whole JANE AUSTEN THEME BALL just so he could have an excuse to finally dance with the love of his life and i can't get over this i'm shaking my fists and pacing up and down he did not give a single fuck about anything other than dancing with crowley and HE BARELY TOUCHED OTHER PEOPLE'S HANDS WHILE HIS WHOLE FUCKING PALM WAS PRESSED TO CROWLEY'S AND i need to lie down

[natalievoncatte]

Through the howling nightmare, Supergirl’s voice was clear as thunder from a clear sky.

“I will not drop you. You have to jump!”

Lena lay clinging to a cargo net in the bottom of the wreckage of the plane, suspended thirty thousand feet up by the quivering, all-too-human fingers of Supergirl’s right hand. As the other woman stood on the sky, the wind lashed her, and Lena knew that Supergirl could not save them both, could not keep both halves of the plane aloft. Even if her shaking hands could hold the weight, the plane itself would collapse, disintegrate. There was no time.

She wanted to make peace with it. This would be a good end, she thought. Supergirl would gel the world, tell them about Lena’s sacrifice. Her death would inspire people, and it would lead to Morgan Edge’s downfall. She was tired of fighting, tired of struggling. She was cold and every bone in her body hurt and the back of her head was throbbing from where Edge’s goon had knocked her out. Lena had been knocked out so many times it had probably given her permanent damage.

The world hated her. Everyone hated her. All they saw was a Luthor no matter what she did. Why fight? Why cling to a life she didn’t even want anymore?

“Lena, please.”

The agony in Supergirl’s plea struck her with physical force, a thump in her chest that made it too real. There was something in that voice that made her believe, even hope. There was something more in that voice, something pleading and longing, unbearably heavy with an unfathomable pain.

“I won’t drop you!” she insisted, her words a veiled threat:

I’ll poison the whole damned city before I let you go.

So Lena began to climb.

It was agonizing. Her fingers burned. It felt like her joints were tearing apart and her muscles shredding. The air was too thin and the wreckage was swinging and oh God almighty Jesus she was going to puke. She climbed higher and higher, and by the time she was close enough to see the terror in Supergirl’s eyes, she was reciting the Lord’s Prayer under her breath, some distant part of her brain remembering a darkened Irish church from another life.

“Jump!”

Lena jumped.

She could swear that Supergirl let go the instant she lost contact. The other half of the plane fell away into the terrible void below her, and when she landed she thought she’d missed, that she must have died, but she landed on cargo netting and the wreckage groaned around her as Supergirl took a better grip and began descending, carrying the poison away from the reservoir and to safety.

When the plane came to rest, Supergirl tore her way inside with frantic desperation, shredding the wreckage until she reached Lena, lifting her bodily from the netting, curling the smaller woman in her powerful arms.

“You’re safe, you’re okay, you’re safe…” and then she mumbled something in what had to be Kryptonian, almost too low for Lena to hear.

The rest of the night was a blur, and Lena was exhausted. There was a brief medical exam by Kara’s sister Alex -odd that she always seemed to show up when Supergirl was involved- and then it happened.

Supergirl stepped into the tent where Lena lay on a stretcher, very hurt and sore but mostly just exhausted, and said in the softest voice, “May I take you home, Miss Luthor?”

Any other time she’d have quipped, first about the formality and then about how she really didn’t want to fly right now, but this time she said “Yes” without a second thought, without even knowing why.

Supergirl did not ask, but it was not a presumption. She scooped Lena up and carried her outside, exchanging a fraught look with Agent Danvers, some wordless agreement made between them that resulted in a curt nod from Alex.

Lena curled into Supergirl as they took off, shrouded in her cape, head tucked in the hollow between her neck and shoulder. It was weirdly intimate and yet oddly comfortable, familiar even. It wasn’t a long flight before Supergirl landed on Lena’s balcony with the greatest grace, barely jarring her, and bore her inside.

Supergirl lowered her onto the couch and stepped back. She stared at Lena and Lena stared back, the air bearing a charge between them so intense that Lena thought she smelled ozone, as if the air was heavy before a summer storm.

It was Supergirl who looked like she’d just suffered the terror of her life, like she was the one who had looked into the dark tonight and found that the abyss gazes also. She kept on staring

Lena didn’t know why she asked. The question came to her and was already on the air before she had even formed it.

“Would you have really dropped the chemicals in the reservoir to save me?”

Supergirl didn’t hesitate. She didn’t explain or dissemble. She spoke a single word with total conviction and absolute truth.

“Yes.”

“Why?” Lena demanded, wobbling as she tried to stand up. “Why? I’m not worth it. You barely know-“

Lena faltered and in an instant, Supergirl was there, steadying her, gazing into her face… longingly.

Lena’s heart raced. They were inches apart and she could swear they Supergirl was holding her tenderly by her arms to kiss her, not support her. She could feel the Kryptonian’s breath on her lips.

“That’s not true. I do know you.”

“What do you mean?”

“Look at me.”

“Supergirl-“

“Lena, please, it’s me. Look at me.”

Lena started to say something, to deflect, to escape the intensity of Supergirl’s apparent longing, but then… she looked.

It’s me.

A sharp breath dragged through her of its own accord as Lena gasped, her gaze darting about as she saw this woman as if for the first time, a shiver running down her spine. Her eyes went wide as she met Supergirl’s gaze, staring deeply into her ocean blue eyes and recognizing the depth within them- layers upon layers, the sorrow that swirled beneath the the laugh lines like freezing ocean currents swirling too far below the cerulean surface. The quick wit and self-deprecating humor, the humility and kindness and joy. These were the eyes of a woman who laughed easily and felt deeply, who desperately sought to make the world a better place, to show others the goodness that she could see in them when others could not.

The eyes of Kara Danvers.

Look at me.

“Oh my God,” Lena whispered. “Oh my God. Kara.”

Kara smiled, looking blessedly relieved as tears fell from her eyes.

“It’s me, Lena. I should have told you after… mmmph!”

She didn’t finish. They were kissing instead. Lena had no doubts, no fears, she just knew. All she had to do was throw herself into it and Kara gathered her up into a careful embrace, at once feather-light and gentle and sure and safe as being hugged by a castle. Kara kissed her back with stunning intensity, so greedily, so hungrily, that Lena was a little shocked. She hadn’t been kissed like this… ever, really. She was barely aware that she’d been lifted from the ground and set on a kitchen stool and it took a moment before she even realized that she’d grabbed a handful of the buns of steel, and Kara had been just as forward.

Then Kara suddenly seemed to recall that Lena needed to breath and pulled back.

“I should stay the night,” she panted. “Edge might send more of them after you. I can protect you.”

Lena nodded, blinking back her own tears. Kara didn’t let go.

She did stay the night, though Lena ended up teasing her bodyguard about taking off her super-suit so quickly.

[dapper-lil-arts]

Darlings. is it gay when the phantom you created as a manifestation of your dreadfull loneliness takes the form of one of your closest friends.

Fanart of this pretty good horror rarijack fanfic, "The haunting of carroussel boutique" personaly i am surprised the writer didnt take the chance to point out how fucking funny this is. Me n kim started laughing about it during stream and i just had to draw this

[feather-x-crown]

Thirsty Astarion and a drink check on the ethicly sourced organic red 🩸

Mlem Mlem Mlem 👅

Inspired by that BG3 DnD Clip from Larion and High Rollers Collab Dnd game: [LINK]

[givemeanaccountalready]

I read chapter 106 of Spy x Family again and uhhh… guys? I don’t think the Desmond family had soup with their dinner. Look:

That looks like steak with some kind of steak sauce (maybe it’s a gravy) and some veggies on the side. But look who’s sipping on his spoon during a tense moment.

Demetrius… are you fucking drinking your steak sauce? You can’t even see any sauce when Donovan excuses him. See?

Side note: Melinda, there are children starving in Ostania. Take some tips from your firstborn and clear your plate.

But back to the topic at hand. Did Demetrius drink his steak sauce to clear his plate? Kiddo, when people say clear your plate, most of the time, they mean finish your vegetables. You didn’t have to drink your steak sauce to get out of the Ostania’s most uncomfortable dinner party. I’m begging you please

[jonsnowunemploymentera]

Underrated reason why Lyanna as the KotLT just works is because it follows a pattern of deconstruction re the concept of knightly chivalry and honor, from Lyanna herself to her son 15yrs+ later. Lyanna as the KotLT is a gender-swapped version of the ‘knight rescues a helpless maiden from raucous bullies’ trope, but grrm of course puts his spin on it because one Lyanna is not even a knight to begin with and two, she’s a girl. Then knight!Lyanna fights the bullies which is again an adaptation of another trope: the ‘mysterious knight-errant enters the joust and wins then dips’, which is interesting because these types of knights sometimes fall into the black knight trope. And the black knight is, more often than not, not the hero. But the main reason why this is so interesting is Jon. Lyanna “cosplays” a black knight, but her son Jon later becomes an actual black knight. Jon then repeats his mother’s actions by defending Sam in AGoT, which is another subversion of the aforementioned ‘knight rescues a helpless maiden trope’ because the helpless maiden in this case is a helpless…lad…Though Jon and Lyanna acting as agents outside the bounds of knighthood (Lyanna being a northern woman and Jon being a member of the NW) puts them more in line with the traditional black knight (who is usually an anti-hero/villain), the actual essence of their actions puts them closer to the more valiant and honorable white knight according to tradition.

[selfryed]

eat up my mcr lovers 🤑 timelapse under cut

[leostar-12lol]

On a Field of Daises

(+ REBOOT Wedgeshot)

Just a Wedgeshot drawing with my reboot designs, I am actually proud how this turned out, tbh 😃. And I wanted to make a drawing of the CUTEST SHIP in Rescue bots Academy!

Omg, I can’t believe it took me hours!!😭😭

[small-z24]

Love in the Shadows Pt. 1

Summary:

Azriel's mission takes an unexpected turn when he encounters Y/n, a mysterious woman in a dangerous situation. The events of that night not only save Y/n's life but also change Azriel's forever.

Word count: 735

Warnings: None

Rescue in the Shadows

Azriel moved through the dark streets of Velaris with practiced ease, his shadows cloaking him from sight. Tonight's mission was supposed to be straightforward—gather information on a suspected rebel group stirring trouble in the lower districts. But as he approached the dilapidated warehouse where his sources indicated activity, something felt off.

He paused, his shadows whispering of danger. Quietly, he slipped into the shadows, becoming one with the darkness as he surveyed the scene. Inside the warehouse, he could make out several figures—armed and tense, their voices hushed but urgent.

And then he saw her.

She was bound and gagged, fear evident in her eyes as she was shoved to the ground. The leader of the group, a tall, scarred male, circled her like a predator.

"This one thought she could steal from us," the leader sneered. "But we'll make an example out of her."

Azriel's blood ran cold. He had seen this group before—ruthless, unforgiving. He had to act quickly. Silently, he assessed the situation, formulating a plan. He couldn't afford to make a mistake; her life depended on it.

His shadows moved ahead of him, snaking into the warehouse and creating small disturbances to distract the guards. In the confusion, Azriel slipped inside, his eyes never leaving the woman.

With a swift, calculated move, he incapacitated the nearest guard, his blade silent and deadly. One by one, he took them down, his movements a blur of efficiency. Finally, only the leader remained.

The leader turned, too late to react as Azriel's blade pressed against his throat. "Leave," Azriel hissed, his voice a low, dangerous growl. "And never return."

The leader's eyes widened in terror before he nodded frantically. Azriel released him, and the man fled, stumbling over the bodies of his fallen comrades.

Azriel's focus shifted to the woman. He knelt beside her, his hands gentle as he removed her gag and cut the ropes binding her wrists. "Are you alright?" he asked, his voice softer now.

She nodded, her eyes wide with a mix of relief and gratitude. "Thank you," she whispered, her voice trembling. "I... I didn't think anyone would come."

Azriel offered a reassuring smile, helping her to her feet. "You're safe now. Can you walk?"

"I think so," she replied, leaning on him for support as she took a tentative step. "Who are you?"

"Azriel," he introduced himself, his shadows retreating slightly, allowing her to see him more clearly. "I'm with the Night Court."

Her eyes widened in recognition. "I've heard of you. The Spymaster."

Azriel nodded, his expression serious. "Let's get you out of here. Can you tell me what happened?"

As they made their way out of the warehouse, she recounted her story. She had stumbled upon the rebel group's hideout by accident, and when she realized what she had found, it was too late to escape. The group had captured her, intending to make an example out of her.

"You were very brave," Azriel said, guiding her through the quiet streets. "And very lucky. Not many would survive an encounter with them."

She glanced at him, her eyes filled with admiration. "I was lucky you found me."

Azriel felt a warmth spread through his chest at her words. "I'm just glad I was there in time."

As they reached the safety of the Night Court's borders, Azriel knew this night would stay with him. Not just because of the danger, but because of her—their courage, their resilience. He felt a connection to her, something he hadn't expected but couldn't deny.

"Thank you, Azriel," she said again, her voice stronger now. "For everything."

Azriel nodded, a small smile playing on his lips. "You're welcome, Y/n. And remember, you're not alone anymore. If you ever need help, you know where to find me."

In that moment, under the stars of Velaris, a bond was formed. One that would grow stronger with time, forged in the shadows but destined to shine brightly.

Author's Note: Thank you for reading! I hope you enjoyed this glimpse into how Azriel and Y/n's paths first crossed. Feel free to leave comments and let me know your thoughts!

[foxx-queen]

im obsessed with the title of this inspiration you get for saving minthara with an urchin origin.

shes an apostate twice over. shes been abandoned by her gods/rejected her faith twice. she's lost her sense of purpose, and her home, twice. she didn't think anyone would come for her. but you did. when everyone had abandoned her and she'd lost everything and given up on any chance of being saved, you did.

of course the urchin, the easily forgotten, gets inspiration from saving her. if we hadn't, she would've been forgotten in our crusade against the absolute. but she's not, because we saved her.

[land-of-sinners]

a joke my friend made that I HAD to turn into a comic!

basically describes Skye's attitude towards Sonic (and Amy to a degree).

[zhoudadudugongjin]

Zhao Yun saves Liu Shan (Ah Dou) for the first time

(Endless gifs of Zhao Yun #5)

[howifeltabouthim]

He put his hand on her arm, ready to pull her into another life.

Kate Atkinson, from Death at the Sign of the Rook

[halcyone-of-the-sea]

Finally came up with a firm plot for my upcoming Ghost series after literal months of being unable to

[suckitphaneuf]

lmao I'm crying Lilian really said: try me