#he doesn’t let ANYBODY

[mediumgayitalian]

whoever sent me that road trip au ask about fergalicious….tumblr fucking ate it. i was answering it and the app crashed and it’s nowhere to be found. i’m devastated. it was so so correct. please know you were right

[shima-draws]

THAT right there, ladies and gentlemen, is a LOVE CONFESSION

[inoreuct]

punkflower where miles is usually holding back when he fights; he normally uses 20-30% of his full power but when he gets REALLY mad his eyes glow dark blue and lightning crackles between his fingers.

it's terrifying.

hobie also finds it incredibly hot.

// mild blood + injury, miles going god mode

Hobie swung himself around the corner just in time to avoid the slab of concrete crashing down on where he’d been two seconds ago, hissing as he gripped his side. “Bugger,” he muttered, panting as he slid down the wall.

There was a piece of glass sticking out of his gut. It wasn’t bleeding too badly, but then again, how much blood was too much blood? His vest scraped unpleasantly against the brick as he yanked his mask off and tried to figure out how he was going to do this. From the way it felt it was, what, four? Five inches long? He giggled weakly.

Maybe he was approaching too much blood territory.

He sobered up and forced his back straight, gritting his teeth as he pinched the shard with blood-slick fingers; it made a horrible wet sound as he pulled it out slowly, a pained noise cracking out of his throat as he slumped against the wall and tossed it aside.

Fuck, that stung. He dug the heels of his palms into the cold, hard ground, blinking hard as his vision swam, vaguely aware of the fight still going on around him—

“—obie!”

Right. Miles was still out there—

His boyfriend dropped down from above, sticking the landing neatly and yanking his mask off.

…Or not.

Miles’s face was dirt-smudged, hair a mess as he knelt down to press his palms to Hobie’s wound. “This is a lot of blood.”

“S’fine, love.” Shit, was he slurring? “Nothin’ I ain’t handled before.” Hobie offered a shaky grin and got an arched brow in return.

“Stay here,” Miles said, unimpressed as he grabbed Hobie’s hand to replace his own. “I’m gonna finish this.”

“Wh— Come off it, I can still fight!”

That might have been a lie, actually; it would be absolutely pathetic to get taken out by a literal piece of glass and his healing factor was good, but there was—he looked down—a frankly concerning amount of blood on his clothes.

“You are going to stay the hell down before you pass out.”

Hobie swallowed as Miles leveled him with a cool gaze, the hints of something luminescent deep in his irises. His boyfriend stood gracefully and he gave up on protesting, getting comfortable against the wall. “Go easy on ‘em,” he muttered, lips curling up as electricity sparked between Miles’s fingers, snapping like hungry hunting dogs.

“Nah,” Miles replied, absolutely nonchalant, and it just made Hobie grin wider. “I was already getting annoyed. Now you’re hurt—” he pulled his mask down, the smell of ozone seeping into the air. “And now I’m pissed.”

Hobie smirked as he watched Miles sling a web and jump back into the chaos. This was gonna be over so quick.

As Spider-People, they were used to pulling their punches— if they lost control of their strength they could cause some serious damage, but Miles?

Miles was something else entirely.

He rarely ever used more than a third of the power he had, and the one time he’d tried amping it up at HQ he had practically obliterated the training room. Even now as Hobie peeked around the corner, he could almost taste it on his tongue; Miles didn’t do this often, hardly ever got mad or got serious, because there simply wasn't a need to. But when he did?

Ooh, boy.

The silver-blue sparks crackling over Miles’s suit were the only thing that belied his calm countenance. Hobie knew that if he were to pull off his mask, his eyes would be glowing; a dark, deep blue, threaded through with white like lightning forking across a night sky.

What little surviving street lights around them flickered and dimmed as Miles tapped their energy, charging himself up like a battery, drinking it in until it webbed across his body like ley lines glowing blinding against his skin.

For a fraction of a second it all went pitch black.

And then someone flipped the switch back on, and Hobie shielded his eyes as Miles exploded like a star.

*

It was dead silent, save for Hobie’s laboured breathing; he could feel his wound knitting together but that didn’t mean it didn’t hurt, Christ. He tipped his head back against the brick as Miles landed in front of him with a thwip, mask already off, eyes wild with the remnants of lightning and adrenaline. Hobie whistled, teeth gleaming. “Well ain’t that a pretty sight.”

“Shut up,” Miles groaned, shaking his head good-naturedly as he folded himself to the ground, settling against Hobie’s uninjured side. “...You gonna be okay?”

“Y’know I will, love.” He pressed a kiss to Miles’s forehead, still overly-warm, tasted the sour salt of electricity metallic on his skin. “All wrapped up?”

“Mm,” Miles hummed quietly, sinking closer with a tired sigh. “They’re all out cold, dropped Miguel a text. Dios, I’m starving.” He tilted his head to look up at Hobie, gently lacing their fingers together. “Stay for dinner? My mama’s making arroz con gandules.”

Hobie made an affronted noise. “I’d never give up a chance to have your mother’s cooking. A god, that woman is.” He laughed when Miles laughed, letting the other boy’s warmth burn away the ache in his side. “‘Course I’ll stay.”

“Good,” Miles murmured, soft and sure, cheek pressing into Hobie’s shoulder as he curled into the arm Hobie wrapped around his waist.

And when Hobie kissed him, he tasted like static; like lightning in his blood, racing over his scalp, white-hot electric against his tongue and all the way down his spine, a fleeting lick of flint against steel.

Fuck, it never got old.

Hobie had a feeling he’d spend the rest of his life chasing that spark, and he didn’t mind one bit.

fin.

[ohello0]

My Lyft driver saw me and asked if “covid is back” because half his riders yesterday were masking like I am…..

Yeah buddy I’d say it is

[ohfugecannada]

I said this earlier in the tags of another post, but given how Drax, Peter, Gamora and Rocket all acted as Groot ii’s parents, and the fact that in a galaxy full of alien cultures there’s bound to be tons of societies where non-monogamous dynamics are the norm or at least fairly common, it’s highly likely the four of them were mistaken for a polycute raising a kid at least a few times by some of their clients.

[reedeemable]

I’m torn between Nines who is a serious, no-nonsense, confident android who knows what he wants and Nines who is just trying his best.

[abbabagel]

When Nagito’s dementia gets worse there’s a slightly high possibility that he’ll call Hajime “Izuru” since forgetting who you’re talking to or thinking someone is someone else is a common dementia symptom

(This really only works if you hc that Nagito and Izuru knew each other or had a relationship during the tragedy but arguably it could happen regardless since Nagito knows Izuru in canon anyways. They just don’t talk except for chpt. 0 and the gun scene)

[sg-the-mag-by]

Part 2

A part 2 of sorts to the picture

Only as you can see in the top one Bellflower has seen something that has left her petrified. Let me know if you want to see more of Bellflower in this style because I am loving how I’ve drawn her like this(one of the extremely few times I feel proud to constantly look at this picture and actually feel happy).

[chrometheraptor]

uurughhdhhrrhhrjf my ocs..

[cloudbattrolls]

@raitrolling

Yeah he is. Horribly self conscious about that. It’s the other reason he’s never dated that Lizzie didn’t want to mention to Velour and part of why he avoids thinking about Karell having asked him out.

He’s genuinely not sure if he’s interested in him beyond friendship yet but also, he doesn’t think anyone would ever want to touch or kiss him if they knew. Nor would he blame anyone who didn’t, though he does carry anti-venom.

[lovetogether]

Song fronting is always very random and sudden WE HOPE EVERYONE WAS NICE YESTERDAY!

[niightfiend]

I *finally* drew my Fallout New Vegas OC before they became a ghoul :)

[b-rainlet]

Rachel telling Bruce that the man she loves didn’t come back to her, causing me to have immediate flashbacks to the 'What's left in you to love?' scene from Hannibal Rising

[trollbreak]

None of my silverfin folks are Good, per se- they kill and maim and indulge killing and hurting and a number of them eat that which remains, in the right context. But also they’re friends, u see, and they can be so kind in spite of that. Given the right circumstances.

[luminarytex]

ok i'll attempt to engage with this in good faith- it is really strange to watch twitter people come in and act like ranboo himself is responsible for the racism in his community. that's what's setting people off here. i think your reblog is the most blatant yet, calling it a mistake that he needs to learn from- what has he, personally, done? aside from listen to the community and do his best to address the issue, and accept criticism even when it's subjective. like we can agree racism is bad and there should be less of it, and we can also agree that ranboo speaking up about it is a good thing, but what gets people bothered is twitter users insisting on a specific correct way to do things, which is not something unreasonable to disagree on. it gets to a point where the nitpicking is no longer about improving racism, but about policing the message of anti-racism until it becomes performative nonsense from all parties involved.

so that is why there's pushback. we feel as though people from twitter are coming here to demand very specific things that will not result in any change, that they have made up and decided will solve the problem. but those things will not solve the problem, and will only cause their own problems, by further diluting the discussion away from racism and towards more pointless infighting.

i know it will be tempting to laugh this off, but i really do hope you will take some time to think about it- i dont want to start a fight, by sending this. i actually want this to be resolved. racism is not being defeated by this constant back and forth. we should all be on the same team.

i think ranboo did most things well during the stream, however the way it was handled was more like a spur of the moment thing- which it probably was. not only that, but the phrasing of him finding the way his community is perceived rather than the safety BIPOC have in his community more important was just.. bad.

there’s also the promoting before addressing the situation, and then always saying “i don’t know how to deal with this”. racism is very rampant on HIS community, he has to deal with it because it’s HIS.

BIPOC chiming in to give him advice on how to address the situation aren’t bad people, and telling those people that they’re wrong/bad for doing so is rude- you can’t police how these people feel especially if they’re the ones affected by ranboos community.(which is obvious on twitter, but is also happening on discord and other places)

ranboo has done this four times, saying “just don’t be racist” obviously isn’t working and is like a slap on the wrist in the grand scheme of things.

yes the change has to come from the community itself but they have to push that change. they have to show why it’s wrong, why it hurts, and why it needs to stop.

i agree some things are a bit nitpicky, bc i do think there’s only so much he can do, but it doesn’t hurt to at least try ig. idk!!

[luverine]

Virginity…

NSFW // MDNI

He doesn’t want to admit to you that he is inexperienced.

He swore he would never tell a soul that he’s never had sex with anybody.

But here he is sweating bullets. He's so nervous because you are rubbing your hand on his thigh with half lidded eyes.

He holds his breath trying to not cream his pants. He was doing good too until you straddle him going in for a kiss. You taste like vanilla.

Fuck he can’t do this…You begin to grind on him putting pressure right on his sensitive dick.

“Shit! I haven’t done this bef-“ He freezes letting out a deep guttural moan. As he releases his load inside of his jeans.

You coo and admire him as he’s twitching and panting. As he’s recovering from an orgasm you unintentionally gave him. You meet each other's eyes.

“Wanna know what pussy feels like?”

✦ SHIGARAKI, Dabi, BAKUGOU, Denki, Amajiki, SHINSO, Megumi, Cloud, JEAN, Armin, AKI ✦

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