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[fyrewalks]

tommy x bruce wayne

send me a ship and i'll tell you if i ship it or skip it!

I think Tommy would fuck Bruce, but not Batman. He ain't into the leather.

[tasteleeknow]

i’ve been writing smut on here for months but the thing i’m about to post?? embarrassing ghfdj i’m kinda scared

[electrozeistyking]

help

Kiko, of course, is @k1k0oftheworld

[ourflagmeansbts]

Source (Season 1 - Februrary 15th 2023)

Emily: Just got an OFMD ad on Snapchat, that was a surprise

[astromechs]

me like "lol cassian would have a really bad paranoid time if he was ever stoned out of his mind, wouldn't he," and then i put that into my wider college au; this is in no way serious also on ao3!

Inside his chest, his heart is beating fast.

Has it always been like that? At the moment, Cassian thinks, it's hard to remember a time it hadn't been. The pounding feels constant, and it's so loud that it's drowning out all the other voices in the room, along with the terrible music that's been playing from Han's phone from behind the couch all night in the living room of the apartment Jyn and Leia share, and —

No, his heart hasn't always been like this, of course it hasn't — but the way it's beating has to be a sign of something bad. A heart attack? Is that what's happening to him? Even if it's rare, it's not unheard of in someone his age, and now that he's, as Kay would say, become a statistic, he needs to think fast. Act fast.

Needs to grab his phone.

With a shaking hand and breaths that become increasingly shallow, he reaches into the pocket of his jeans, and has to fumble, has a couple of false starts, before his phone is finally in hand. It's only one button that he needs, and they make it easy to find on purpose….

He stares at his lockscreen, and clarity suddenly hits him, with all the force of a brick being dropped onto his head.

The problem isn't in his heart, or anything medical about him at all. No, the problem is the phone — and it's a problem for every single person in this room, for every single person on the planet. Because everyone knows about surveillance technology, how advanced it's gotten and how advanced it's getting more and more everyday, how no one can ever be sure just who's listening, how anyone can sell a collection of data from an entire person's life story for the right price. It happens everyday.

It's happening right now. The phone is the problem.

His fingers curl tightly around the phone in his hands, just like they had around a baseball, once, before the sport (or really much of anything in the way of sports) hadn't taken as a hobby. Without any further thought, he hurls it across the living room; it makes an arc in the air before plummeting to the carpet.

No, the physics of it hadn't been the best, but he's having a little trouble seeing straight and holding up his arm without it wobbling on him. Which — now the phone knows his weakness.

All the phones know his weakness.

So it's better for all of them to be crushed under his feet, isn't it? Starting with the one he'd brought with him.

He moves to stand from the couch, but the world wobbles under his knees in the instant of his first attempt; his head is cloudy, his vision starts to swim. As he sinks back down onto it, heart pounding and breath shortening again, the only thing able to get through the noise is a soft hand on his thigh, and an even softer voice in his ear.

"Cass?"

Slowly, he turns on his side until Jyn's wide green eyes are all he's looking into. Her other hand, the one that isn't still resting on his thigh, moves to his face, the warmth of her fingers a welcome balm against his cold, clammy skin. Her mouth twists into a frown.

"Oh, fuck," he can hear Han breathe out from somewhere across the coffee table. "He's one of those."

Jyn shifts away from him then, her hand dropping back down to her side, and he feels, more than sees, her tense, in the way she always does just before she spits venom. "What a brilliant fucking observation."

"Can you both just stop it for once?" Leia's voice nearby — about ten seconds from snapping, if he had to estimate.

Neither Luke nor Bodhi have anything to add, but their wide, worried glances in his direction are obvious. They probably don't know about the phones, he thinks — and he has to tell them; if the phones are listening and something terrible finds them because he hadn't told them, it'll be all his fault. He can't let that happen, because too many things have been his fault already.

But his heart's pounding and his throat's dry, and he can't manage to get his voice to speak. It feels like everything's spinning around him when he's completely still, and he just can't distinguish much of anything in the noise. He scrunches his eyes shut once, and then again.

Nothing helps.

A hand takes his, tugging him toward the edge of the couch. He gives it everything he has not to let it move him. This is important.

It tugs at him again. He stays still.

Even through his current hazy grip on consciousness, he knows Jyn's irritated, frustrated huff of breath like it's an extension of himself. Still, he doesn't move.

"Come on. You can stand. I've got you." She sounds like she's literally gritting her teeth, and she probably is, but still, he doesn't move. "We're gonna go in my room, okay? And you're gonna sleep this off, and you're gonna be fine."

Cassian shakes his head fiercely. Which makes the room spin around him all over again, so he stops that motion in its tracks. "No." It's only after scrunching his eyes shut for a moment that he's able to think a little bit again, able to meet Jyn's gaze. Able to rasp, "I have to tell them. About the phones."

Because she has to understand.

Her brows knit in confusion as she looks back at him, and he doesn't know how long they stay there like this, in this silent standoff. Eventually, though, she turns her head away from him even as her hand is still gripping his, and his eyes follow her as she sets her attention on Han across the coffee table.

She doesn't say anything, but he sees her mouth form words: I'll kill you.

It's all silent, because… clearly she knows about the phones, even if he hasn't been able to say anything.

Of course she knows; she's smart and great. And also beautiful — which doesn't have anything to do with the other things or define who she is to him, it's just true and he likes thinking it.

So, actually? He can let her lead him anywhere, even if it's out of the room and out of sight, because she'll know what the right next move is.

Later, probably several hours later, when he'll stir awake with a headache like nothing he's ever known but unable to move on account of Jyn collapsed on top of his chest, snoring softly, it'll occur to him that something had tasted a little off in the brownie that had been suggested for him to try.

And later still, it'll occur to him that following any suggestion coming out of Han Solo's mouth would never be destined to be anything but a terrible idea.

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certified Touhou Moment™

[zackfairmutual]

wahhh i got tagged by @cirrates, thank u benny :3

rules: make a poll with five of your all time favorite characters and then tag five people to do the same.

aaaand i'll be tagging @vaugarde @instarz @jenovacomplete @revalentinee @nicomrade to do if you want!!!!!!

[withoz]

dorothy graves-seong & pesor samir as princess ariel & prince eric from the little mermaid (1989)

[ghastigiggles]

sorry if you already answered something like this but where do you think are furina's most ticklish spots and how did navia come to be in possession of that information, & vice versa 👀

I'm still hyperfixated on Furina, and your navifuri things got me a bit hooked although there's no content for them 😔 they work pretty damn well on my team together though!

All good! Gotta say this ask really excited me because haaaaaaaaa I've definitely thought about this a normal amount.

I think Furina is a walking tickle-spot, not gonna lie. You think little miss isolated-and-touch-starved-for-500-years isn't gonna jump around and scream the first few times someone so much as brushes her calf teasingly??? Nuh uh. She's babie.

Having said that, I think the worst of the worst spots (the ones that push her to her limit fast and make her actually ask to stop when she gets overwhelmed) are her lower tummy, knees, and thighs.

On the other hand - and I know that this isn't necessarily part of the question, but bare with me - I think she has favourite spots to recieve tickles on, as well! Her neck becomes a big one (specifically from Navia - the first few times she was kissed there just filled her with butterflies and dopamine that doubled when Navia blew a tiny raspberry), as well as her ribs and back (massages that turn into tickles just make her fucking melt).

Navia has very much enjoyed just exploring which spot prompts what reaction. I feel like both of them value communication and transparency after... Fucking Everything, so as much as there's playful and accidental exploration, Furina is also clear about what she does and doesn't like, what she can and cannot handle, such on - and Navia is happy to work with her, especially if it means she can have her fun and catharsis while keeping Furina happy.

[kalyssto]

Tsuchinshan-ATLAS

[fyrewalks]

Alex raises an eyebrow, unsure how exactly to read Henry's question. He figured the 'whole thing' is rather obvious. Of course, he likes the spark of jealously, Henry's bit of possessiveness. He likes that anyone looking in their direction can clearly mark them as a couple.

"And if he did," Alex asks, voice pitched low. There's no need to speak quietly; the bar is loud enough as it is, nor does Alex care if anyone overhears. It's just fun to play into it, half teasing and yet still serious. Now that he's been given a glimpse, Alex wants to see more.

"Would you make a scene?" Unlikely. Ignoring the impossibility of it given their security detail and the possibility of unwanted press, it's simply not Henry's style. "Or wait till we're alone?"

"Y'know," Alex admits, "as confused as the nye's kiss made me," all of that swirling emotion and unsureness, "the whole kissing me in semi-public was kinda hot."

oh fuck off , henry laughs against alex's cheek . warm and more carefree than he has felt in a long time , at least out in public . with a mixture of secret service and london political protection officers shadowing them but far enough back to give them an air of privacy . it's almost like they're nobody and that was always the way that he liked it .

" what whole thing ? "      he pulled back a little , hand sliding round to rest on alex's waist , his fingers mindlessly tapping off his side, with his foot on the bottom rung of one of the barstools behind him .

blue eyes flicker to the drink that they had just gotten from the bartender who was a bit too familiar . alex liked it , henry realised with a fond roll of his eyes and realisation seeping into his expression . the attention , the fact that he had been a bit more . . obvious about who they were to each other . alex liked it . it hasn't been about trusting alex , he trusted alex implicitly . it was just letting everyone know who they were to each other .

" well that is good , --"    he eventually decided about alex's drink, lifting his hand off of alex's side to reach for his own .    "---it gives no reason for him to come back over , does it ? "

[arytha]

Chu Tianshu put a pot on the wellhead that would heat up and cook by itself. He found two more gas masks from the package, put them on him and Lin Huai respectively, and then... He opened ten cans one by one. At that moment, Lin Huai seemed to hear a scream from the bottom of the well, like a roar of some kind of weeping blood. Chu Tianshu poured six cans of herring into the pot and turned on the cook button of the pot. Then he placed the remaining four open cans of herring, one by one, around the well. After finishing all this, he said with satisfaction to Lin Huai, who was staring at the pot: "Let's go around the shrine first, if we come back later, if this pot is turned over..." Lin Huai: ... Chu Tianshu: "It means that there are ghosts who can't bear it inside." Lin Huai twitched the corners of his mouth: "What if the pot is gone?" "It means that there are ghosts who like to eat canned herring." Chu Tianshu said confidently.

no one's doing it like chu tianshu. a true icon

[jonathanbiers]

NANCY WHEELER HEADERS

6 color variants w/ black or white ripped paper textures

don't claim as your own

if asked, redirect to @stargyles

please like or reblog if you use (i wanna see what colors ppl choose lmao)

[cxldblxxded]

do you think of k? have you thought of k? will you think of k? when will you think of k?

[vigilanteshits]

thank you ily!!!!

if you're the anon who told me guilty as sin was already shipped thank you!!

[astromechs]

If you’re still accepting prompts from that list: Jyn/Cassian - 16 ~~

just barely under 500 words so this is still a mini-fic, because i said so from this list (still accepting)!

There comes a point, late into a night when neither of them are sleeping, that there's nothing to talk about. Anything practical, then, has long since been exhausted, and putting anything to words that's actually keeping them awake is definitely off the table, so for hours at a time, the only option that's left is listening to the hums of the life support systems or to each other's breathing. The latter, often, is a reassurance for Jyn; she's still convinced that Cassian will disappear the second she closes her eyes, and having present, tangible reminders that he's actually still here, his warmth next to her, the reliable rise and fall of his chest.

But when a night is particularly bad, like this one, even that doesn't do much to keep things from feeling so heavy.

No one has spoken for hours. There's nothing to debrief when a mission is over, no plan to finalize when there isn't a next one, and no desire to touch any wounds — fresh or old. And she's restless; she'd kicked the sheets off of her a while ago, and her fingers have spent so much time idly tugging on what's still in her reach that she's nearly taken a thread out of them.

Eventually, she gives that up, too. Casts out, into the silence, just to change something, "I can do an impression of you."

She doesn't have to see his face to know that he's lifting at least one skeptical brow in her direction. "Is that so?"

It's rude, honestly.

Pressing her lips together in a hum, she doesn't directly answer his question, instead offering, after a beat: "I'd have to be standing for you to get the full effect, but —" She shifts in his arms, turning to face him fully (which is actually a feat, considering they're two people crammed into a bunk made for one). "It looks something like this."

An elbow knocks against the metal of the wall — which makes her wince, just for a second — but she won't allow that to stop her, not now that she's committed to this. Both hands go to her hips (her other elbow knocking against him as they do), and she makes an exaggerated show of creasing her brows and setting her jaw into her best imitation of how he might frown at some document she can barely get two sentences into before her mind wanders.

In the low light, Jyn can see enough to know that her effort has been rewarded; Cassian's eyes have crinkled in that way she always finds herself fascinated by, and there's unmistakeable fondness in his voice when he tells her, "You look ridiculous."

A smile, slow and soft, tugs on her own mouth. "Imagine how you look."

What he exhales isn't quite a laugh, and neither is what leaves her in return, but in this moment, it's enough to make things seem just a little bit easier.