#did you know- (gunshot)

[caliburn-the-sword]

"hur hur gabe wasn't as abusive as he was in the books" people can all shut up. percy's jaw TREMBLED when ares yelled at him, which had nothing at all to do with his god status - percy backtalks gods just fine. he had trauma response to ares yelling. ares didn't so much as lift a finger. that goes to speak volumes about what percy was experiencing at home

[nicollekidman]

capaldi's face in the last shot.... doctor......... i know what you are.

[freshbeeth]

if i speak…

[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.”

[leftneb]

the real danger of an f1 addiction is not the addiction itself but rather the withdrawal. I'm watching osu! clips again someone please shoot me thanks

[jajatoc]

I Can make you Laugh

[ratatatastic]

genuine nightmare of a woman

[unforgivenn]

SHACKLED BY ROYALTY

#8: CAT AND MOUSE

Previous/ Masterlist

"It's gonna be alright," Damian whispered, though his voice cracked under the weight of uncertainty.

Jesus fuck what was he even doing?? He had absolutely no plan!!

He pushed forward, navigating the dark, narrow alley that stretched beyond the garden wall. The city lay ahead, a labyrinth of shadows and potential hiding spots. He just had to keep moving, keep them both out of Andrey's reach.

Tears filled in his eyes no matter how much he tried pushing them away. All of this was too much. He had always been the one to never question anything when he was told to do something. And now? Here he was running from god knows how many guards, with a bleeding boy in his arms trying to keep away from public

Noah’s breaths were shallow, each one a ragged whisper against the still night air. Damian's heart pounded in his chest, fear and adrenaline driving him onward. The rough stone of the alley walls scraped against his arms as he cradled Noah close, his muscles burning from the effort. He had to find a safe place, somewhere they could regroup and figure out their next move.

The alley opened onto a deserted street, the dim glow of streetlights casting eerie shadows. Damian’s eyes darted around, searching for any sign of pursuit. The street was silent, but he knew better than to trust the calm. Andrey’s men were relentless; they wouldn’t give up easily.

Damian spotted a small, rundown building with a broken window and made a beeline for it. He slipped through the narrow gap, careful not to jostle Noah. The inside was dark and musty, the air thick with the scent of decay and neglect. But it was shelter, a temporary reprieve from the chase.

He set Noah down gently on a pile of old blankets, his fingers trembling as he checked the boy’s injuries again. Blood matted Noah's hair, and his skin was pale, almost translucent in the dim light. Damian’s heart ached at the sight, his mind a whirlwind of fear and guilt. How had it come to this? How had they been reduced to hiding in a derelict building, hunted like animals?

“Damian…” Noah’s voice was barely a whisper, his eyes fluttering open. “I’m scared.”

“I-I know, buddy,” Damian replied trying to keep his own tears from falling, his voice thick with emotion. “But I’m here. I won’t let anything happen to you.”

Noah’s eyes closed again, his breaths shallow but steady. Damian watched him, the weight of responsibility pressing down on him like a leaden shroud. He couldn’t let Andrey win. He had to protect Noah, no matter the cost.

The silence stretched on, broken only by the distant sounds of the city. Damian’s mind raced, formulating a plan. They needed to keep moving, find somewhere truly safe. But where? Every option seemed fraught with danger. His thoughts were interrupted by a sudden noise—a soft creak, barely audible but enough to set his nerves on edge.

He turned, eyes straining in the darkness. Had the guards found them? He held his breath, every muscle tense. Then, out of the corner of his eye, he saw movement—a shadow shifting near the broken window.

“Damian, get up,” a voice hissed from the shadows.

His heart lurched. He recognized that voice—Andrey’s second-in-command, Mikhail. Panic surged through him, but he forced himself to stay calm. There had to be a way out, some escape route they hadn’t yet discovered.

“Come out now, and maybe I’ll go easy on the kid,” Mikhail taunted, his voice dripping with cruel amusement.

Damian’s mind raced. He couldn’t fight them; they were outnumbered and outgunned. But he couldn’t surrender, either. He glanced around the room, eyes landing on a small trapdoor in the corner. It looked ancient and barely used, but it might be their only chance.

Carefully, he lifted Noah, moving as silently as possible. Mikhail’s footsteps grew louder, the crunch of broken glass under his boots echoing through the building. Damian reached the trapdoor, prying it open with shaking hands. He slipped through, pulling Noah with him just as the door to the room burst open.

The darkness enveloped them, the musty air of the underground passage pressing in from all sides. Damian held his breath, listening to the sounds above. Mikhail’s curses echoed faintly, followed by the thud of heavy boots. They were searching the building, tearing it apart piece by piece.

Damian moved quickly but carefully, the narrow passage barely wide enough to accommodate them. He felt his way along the damp walls, every sense on high alert. The passage seemed endless, a maze of twists and turns that left him disoriented and desperate.

Finally, they emerged into another alley, the cool night air a welcome relief. Damian paused, catching his breath and scanning their surroundings. They were deeper into the city now, surrounded by towering buildings and narrow streets. It was a warren of potential hiding spots, but also filled with potential threats.

He adjusted his grip on Noah, who was drifting in and out of consciousness, and moved toward the heart of the city. Each step was a test of endurance, the weight of his burden growing with every passing moment. He couldn’t stop, couldn’t rest—not yet. He had to put as much distance between them and Andrey as possible.

Hours seemed to pass in a blur of motion and fear. The city was a labyrinth, each turn bringing new challenges. Damian's senses were heightened, every sound a potential threat, every shadow a possible hiding place for their pursuers. He was running on pure adrenaline, his mind and body pushed to the brink.

Finally, he found a small, out-of-the-way clinic. The sign was faded, the windows dark, but it offered a glimmer of hope. He knocked on the door, praying for a miracle. A weary-looking doctor answered, his eyes widening at the sight of them.

“Please,” Damian begged, his voice hoarse. “He needs help.”

The doctor ushered them inside, his expression grave as he examined Noah. Damian watched, his heart in his throat, as the doctor worked. Every second felt like an eternity, the fear and uncertainty gnawing at his insides.

The doctor finally turned to him, his face etched with concern. “He’s in bad shape, but I’ll do what I can.”

Damian nodded, sinking into a chair as exhaustion washed over him. He had done everything he could. Now, he could only hope and wait.

Hours passed in a haze of worry and fatigue. Damian's mind was a tumult of thoughts, fears, and regrets. He replayed the events over and over, questioning every decision, every action.

The doctor finally emerged from the back room, his expression tired but reassuring. “He’s stable, for now. He needs rest and care, but he’ll pull through.”

Relief flooded Damian, a wave of emotion that left him shaking. “Thank you,” he whispered, his voice breaking.

The doctor nodded, placing a hand on his shoulder. “You did the right thing, bringing him here. Now, get some rest. You both need it.”

Damian nodded, too exhausted to argue. He found a corner to curl up in, his body aching and his mind racing. Sleep was a distant dream, but he forced himself to close his eyes, knowing he needed to be ready for whatever came next.

Just as he began to drift off, a sound jolted him awake—a faint, almost imperceptible click. His heart skipped a beat, adrenaline surging through his veins. He looked around, eyes scanning the darkened clinic. Everything seemed quiet, but the feeling of unease wouldn’t leave him.

And then he saw it—a shadow moving outside the window, the glint of metal catching the faint light. Panic gripped him as he realized what was happening.

Oh god oh god oh godohgod. They'd been found.

Before he could react, the door burst open, and Andrey’s men flooded the room. Damian leaped to his feet, but it was too late. They were surrounded, the cruel smile on Mikhail’s face as he picked up Noah was the last thing he saw before a bullet to the head sent him spiraling into darkness.

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[24hrsoda]

gonna rewatch The Batman again today, however i am busy with work so please defer to my various yapping about Bruce and Alfred in the meantime

[littencloud9]

oh god instead of clicking the ask button I clicked the follow button and unfollowed you KHUGAKSDJGAKSGJHDJ okay so. sits in your inbox. lena. give me one reason kunichuu can end as a tragedy. one reason why they will work.

HENLO!! kunichuu and tragedy.. you’re trying to kill me today/lh

hm. there’s the physical tragedies (death by corruption. death by sacrifice etc) but WHAT ABOUT! they just decided the other wasnt worth it. chuuya knew from the start that kunikida will eventually realise he isnt a good person, but he said it didnt matter. until chuuya does something cruel and kunikida gets ticked off and it delves into an entire argument. because kunikida should know chuuya isnt a good person, so why is he trying to fix him? how dare he try to fix him?

or kunikida is forced to confront his ideals and realises that being with chuuya can’t ever work out. they’re too similar. they’re like mirror images that encourage the worst parts of each other. and sure, maybe they love each other, but maybe love isn’t enough. maybe kunikida remains too stubborn and maybe chuuya’s love as a whole is too destructive for someone like him to handle. smth smth danced the correct steps to different songs

(also… beast kunichuu……)

BUT ANYWAY!! them being mirror images could also mean encouraging the good in each other. chuuya encouraging kunikida to let loose and stray from rigidity. kunikida encouraging chuuya’s softness—not to change him, simply to add on. they get to experience all the silly romantic teen stuff together. chuuya never got that because [gestures to canon] and kunikida never got that bc he stayed waiting for the perfect someone. they’re both incredibly protective people, and that includes protecting each other. also. chuuya the unstoppable force vs kunikida the immovable object. they collide only because they should kiss <3

i do think they can work through things though. kunikida teaching patience and showing compassion and bringing out a whole new side to chuuya 🥹👍 chuuya being playful and fiery and kunikida feels free around him

also. look it’s kunikida’s ideals. he’s going to find someone that fits all of them and it will be perfect— IT’S NAKAHARA CHUUYA WITH A STEEL CHAIR

[banana-split-bitch-club]

Shoutout to my peppy neon yellow moray eel girlboss frye for teaching me how to embrace my big rotund ass forehead 😔

[your-local-grinning-cat]

So Trey's lil fight with Jack in my guest room reminded me...

Chenya don't go sneaking into the guest room, I basically have the Heigh Ho version that Neige and the dwarves sang at the VDC playing on repeat alittle

Its my lil revenge to all the boys for fighting in the guest room so they'll have the song stuck in their heads

💀💀💀

[thr4shit]

I am very cold. Why. Ow.

[eightspringdays]

idk man. eren said he was gonna exterminate the titans, he never said anything about the 80% of the population, that was a freebie

[toasty-self-shipping]

I am literally doing this to boyfriend