#damn this hurts

[tournament-of-ninjago]

ROUND 4 (SEMIFINALS):

oh

oh damn

what have we done…

keep reading for propaganda!

KAI:

He’s the master of FIYAAAAAAH and was supposed to be the main character until green boi replaced him. But he’s still awesome and one of the actually funny guys in ninjago!! He gives off INSANE levels of big brother energy because yes and c’mon who doesn’t love this guy?

COLE:

MASTER OF EATH BABYYYY he’s like the strongest one there but also the kindest ones. like he’s always the one to bond with the children and the animals (cases in point rocky and little wu and krag). he could bash your head in at any given moment but he can also be the sweetest guy ever

[sugarr-spam-blog]

NO NONONONONNONONONONONONONONONONONO

AHHHHHHHHHHHH

Part. 2 - No Dimensions

PT. 1 | PT. 2 | PT. 3 | PT. 4 | PT. 5

[their-dearest]

I FINALLY CHANGED MY LAYOUT LET'S FUCKING GOOO 🩷

It's so funny to talk to the void 🩷

[bixels]

Just gonna have to wait and see, right? Just wait and see! Just gotta wait and see! Who knows, we'll just have to wait and see! It's anybody's guess, we'll just have to wait and see! The future is exciting, we just gotta wait and see!

[shotmrmiller]

asking simon if he can rub your back because it aches from being hunched over a desk all day and he does... for about 30 seconds before moving down to the back of your thighs, thumbs digging into the soft flesh. your protest dies on your lips when his hands move up, kneading your arse, giving it a squeeze hard enough to pull a hiss from you.

useless man. he makes your backache worse with the spine-jarring thrusts he gives you (and with the way he loops an arm around your neck, forcing you to arch your back as he pulls you to him when he snaps his hips forward.)

[stellaeerrantes]

No you don't understand, this man's soul will never find peace. And I just know that he's once more tormenting himself on the pursue of justice and equality. This is just how he is, this is who he is. And that's why I fell in love with him.

This took longer than it should have, but:

Monocle Liam is real.

This is from the preview for next volume of the Jump SQ manga.

Translation:

A top-tier criminal plan once more to pierce the heart of corrupted society...

The eagerly-awaited part two! Watch the Lord of Crime's new plot!

(Cover & Center Color)

Yuukoku no Moriarty

Credits to Arthur Conan Doyle and Miyoshi Hikaru

Translator's note: Liam.....Liam what are you doing, I have got to know, why are you criming again are you at least not murdering this time?

[lazylittledragon]

not to toot my own horn too loud or anything but i've showered 5/6 days so far this week and started running again and now i can kill god

[strawlessandbraless]

Supernatural was good actually

[lupins-hehim-pussy]

[ ID in ALT ]

he giggles

[tttovarichhh]

OH NO

Hellooooo! I made a uquiz, hehe. What cherik fic are you? Let's see what you'll get

[correct-hermitcraft-quotes]

Pearl: Everyone just sticks [the sword] in my brain further, I'm losing braincells.

Cleo: I mean, is it hitting your brain? It feels like there's a lot of room in there.

*a pause, as Pearl processes this, then walks away with her head hung*

Xisuma: Wow. That was vicious.

Cleo, distantly: Happy birthday!

[loveinhawkins]

Steve’s bat bites start to bleed again during the drive out of The War Zone.

It’s a slow realisation, a creeping dampness on his skin.

He stays as still as he can, keeps his movements small and contained when turning the steering wheel; he thinks he mostly gets away with it, manages to park the RV and pitch his voice on just the right side of normal as he tells the kids to scram.

Awareness of his surroundings grows a little fuzzy around the edges, but he senses enough to know that he’s alone—the silence feels heavy, makes his ears ring.

He lifts himself up out of his seat, one hand clinging onto the headrest for balance. The ringing gets sharper, more high-pitched; he shakes his head to try and clear it.

One step forward, then another, and another.

There’s a slight rocking motion under his feet. It feels a little like he’s in a boat that’s docked, constant movement even in the gentlest of waters.

His palms brush against the bathroom door.

“Okay,” Steve whispers to himself.

He hangs onto the sink to keep himself upright—feels the room sway, as if the waters underneath have suddenly become stormy.

With one hand, he finds the knot in the bandage.

“Okay, okay…”

Pulls.

Steve doesn’t think he blacks out, not quite, but there’s a shift, a dizzying tilt… and then, somehow, he’s sitting on the closed toilet seat.

And…

The bat bites must cause hallucinations or something.

Otherwise, Steve cannot explain why Eddie—who notoriously threw up and passed out during a dissection in Biology—is currently pressing a clean bandage against his stomach, staring down at the blood like he can’t look away.

“You’re good, you’re good,” Eddie’s saying.

He’s clearly trying to sound calm, but it’s just coming out strained, like what he really means is this is all a fucking nightmare actually, but we’ve gotta find something to be optimistic about.

“Think it just needs some more pressure,” he goes on. “Yeah, there, see? It’s stopping. Oh, thank God.”

Steve feels more gauze getting wrapped around his middle—if he wasn’t injured, it’d almost be a nice sensation, Eddie’s touch somehow the perfect mix of both firm and gentle.

As he works, Eddie hums nervously.

“Talk to me Harrington,” he says in a shaky sing-song. “Come on, don’t leave me hanging, man, gimme some awkward small talk. Got any hopes? Dreams? Anything I should know?

Oh, so many things, Steve thinks, still light-headed.

But then he really does mull that over: his mind goes to The Upside Down, to belatedly telling Eddie about the hive mind, and oh shit.

“Hey, weird question,” Steve says, “but I’ve not been, like, asking you to make it cold in here or, um, anything like that?”

Eddie blinks. “Uh. No?”

“Okay.” Before he lets the relief of hearing Eddie’s answer sink in, Steve adds, “If I ever do, you need to lock me in here and get out. Tell Nancy.”

Eddie’s staring at him like he’s grown a second head. “Sure. Cool. Cool! Uh, for any particular reason or—?”

“Just in case—like, I don’t feel any different, but—one time, Will Byers, when he was in The Upside Down it, like, infected him? Like a virus. Except more… possession. And they had to kinda… burn it outta him.”

“Ha,” Eddie says. A beat. “Oh fuck, you’re serious.”

“I really don’t have the energy to be messing with you, dude.”

“Sorry. Sometimes you all just say things, y’know? And if I don’t get it, I’m like, well, they’ve been living through this for a while, maybe they’ve got a code going on.”

“I mean,” Steve says, “we kinda do.”

Eddie shakes his head. “So when Buckley said she dealt with a human-flesh-based monster, and the one before that was smoke-related, that wasn’t just, like, a really fucked up metaphor?” Eddie’s eyes are wide, pleading. “Please say it was a metaphor.”

“Sorry,” Steve says sincerely.

Eddie sighs through a lacklustre chuckle. “You’re fine, Steve. As for, uh, being possessed, I don’t think so. You’re no weirder than usual, but—”

“Wow, thanks. Means such a lot coming from you.”

“—you were a bit, like, out of it for a few seconds, but it just looked like you were gonna faint on me. Um. How’re you feeling now?”

“Good,” Steve says. When Eddie raises an eyebrow, he tacks on, “As good as I can be, I guess. Still.” He groans slightly as he stands, goes back over to the sink. “Better check.”

“Check? What?”

Steve runs the water as hot as it will possibly go, until the steam is evident. He sticks his hand right into the stream, hears Eddie hiss as the water scalds his skin.

“Okay, yup. Not possessed.”

“Fucking fantastic. Now I want it cold,” Eddie says.

He takes control of the faucet, nods for Steve to put his hand under the now cold water.

After a minute or two, Eddie sighs and collapses onto the toilet seat himself.

There’s a squeak as Steve turns the faucet off—his skin’s probably not had the good of the cold water for nearly long enough, but it’ll do.

Eddie’s tipped his head back so he’s facing the ceiling, eyes closed. Steve watches him with sympathy; he really must hate blood.

“Eddie. You can go.”

“Mm, nope,” Eddie says without opening his eyes. “I’m fine right here.”

“Suit yourself.”

Steve turns back to the sink, frowns at the tiny mirror above it; there’s black spots on the glass, but he can make out enough. Christ, the bags under his eyes are horrific.

“Relax, Casanova,” Eddie says, almost as if he’s heard Steve’s thoughts. “You look good.”

“Uh-huh. Think your brain’s fried from being on the run.”

Steve leans against the sink with one hip, finds Eddie looking at him with a small smile.

“Yeah, probably. Or maybe being on the run just suits you.” Eddie’s eyes flicker down. His smile falters. “You know, in an ideal world,” he says conversationally, “you’d be in a hospital getting stitches.”

Steve scoffs. “In an ideal world, I’d be in bed sleeping.”

“Amen to that,” Eddie says lightly. But he still looks sombre. “Seriously, though. If it gets… you know. I’d drive you.”

“To the hospital? What are you gonna do, Eddie, wander up to the front desk? Sounds like a real interesting way to get arrested.”

But Eddie doesn’t leap at the chance to make a joke.

“Steve,” he says softly. “I mean it. I wouldn’t care.”

“That would sorta ruin the whole priority of hiding you.”

“That’s—” Eddie huffs. “That’s not the priority.”

“Huh, that’s funny, cause it is in my book.” Steve nods at the door, to his whole world just outside. “One of many.”

Eddie’s eyes narrow. “And your name better be right at the top, Harrington.”

Steve hums.

“In bold. Underlined.”

“Whatever you say.”

Eddie groans quietly, runs a hand down his face. “You worry me, man.”

“I’m not trying to.”

“I know. Just…” Eddie hesitates. “Don’t go off alone. You know?”

Steve thinks it over. He steps forward and offers Eddie his hand.

Eddie takes it.

When Steve pulls him up, he stumbles a little, as if he feels like he’s on a boat, too.

“Oops, sorry.” He grabs onto Steve’s forearm for balance. “Think this should be the other way round, man.”

“Hmm, I don’t think so.”

Steve leads the way out of the bathroom—doesn’t mention the fact that, really, they’re both holding each other up.

There’s a bottle of water left in the back. Steve twists the cap off. Drinks.

“You too,” he tells Eddie.

“Huh?”

Steve considers him—thinks of the little flare of panic he felt when watching Eddie walk through the woods, tiptoeing around vines. How he had a sudden instinct to catch up to him, to make sure he wasn’t alone.

“I’m making a deal,” Steve says. “I won’t go off alone if you don’t.”

He lifts the bottle up as if making a toast—drinks again then passes it over to Eddie.

For the slightest of moments, their fingers brush; Eddie’s rings skim over Steve’s knuckles.

“So what’s this?” Eddie asks. “Legally binding magical water?”

Steve shrugs. “Cool metaphor,” he replies.

You say you just turn heel and run, Eddie. But sometimes I think if there was a fire, you’d run towards the flames if it meant no-one else got hurt.

Eddie smiles. Tilts the bottle towards Steve.

“Guess it’s a promise, then,” he says.

He drinks.

Steve prays that it holds.

[arcanegifs]

Arcane: Season 2 | Official Teaser | Netflix ↳ "You're a class act sister… Sister, thought I missed her, bet you wouldn't miss her"

[devilswing]

                   ❝    not    when    it    came    to    you   ,    no   .    that's    the    difference    between    us   .    i    never    would've    fuckin'    hurt    you    this    way    ―    &    i    know    at    least    some    part    of    you    knows    that   .   fucking    christ   ,    myka   .    that's    not    fair   ,    you    can't    just    say    that    shit    to    me   .    if    you    actually    loved    me   ,    you    never    would've    done    this    in    the    first    place   .    you    wouldn't    have    been    so    willing    to    throw    everything    between    us    away   .    ❞

                   ❝    .   .   .   of   course   i   would   ,   riggs   ,   it's   all   i   fucking   have   now   .   you   would   too   ,   but   i   never   meant   to   hurt   you   as   much   as   i   did   .   he   was   just   some   publicity   ,   it   wasn't   serious   ,   and   you   know   how   shit   gets   twisted   online   –   or   anywhere   .   but   ,   i'm   sorry   i   hurt   you   ,   i   really   am   .   .   .   i'm   not   expecting   you   to   forgive   me   –   but   did   you   know   that   you're   the   only   person   i've   ever   loved   ?      ❞

[dlartistanon]

The shadow that protects you