#he pushes himself to the limit

[pixelatedraindrops]

Alright. Your turn Makoto 😈🌡️

my favorite silly workaholic that doesn't ever take a break

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Unmasked Below (HUGE RAINCODE SPOILERS)

also yea I I headcanon that if a homunculus gets ill, then their fever flush is pink instead of red. Due to their blood. (tho I've said this before... XD)

Also, since it's likely illness cannot kill a homunculi...and Makoto doesn't trust nor depend on anyone for help...

yeah...

he basically puts himself out of his own misery ;-;

since he's a perfect one he'll come back to life in 24 hours

Healthy tho? Who can say... 🤷‍♀️

its a 50/50 chance... (nah more like 80/20 lmao HE MUST SUFFER)

[starry-bi-sky]

on a completely separate note; shizun luo binghe with a disciple shen yuan who fell into the abyss??? *thinks about LBH canonically stealing SQQ's corpse for 5 years* he'd hallucinate i think. like, like visual and audial hallucinations.

Keeps thinking he's seeing SQQ in the corner of his eyes, or wandering between the trees, amongst a group of disciples. Thinks he hears him calling for him, but its just the wind or another disciple.

Gets Xiu Ya reforged but patently fucking refuses to make a sword mound. Because his disciple Is Not Dead :))) There was No Body. He's Not Dead. And If You keep Insisting That He Is, He's Gonna Skewer You :). He's holding onto Xiu Ya so he can return his most favored disciple's sword when he returns. It's on his hip right next to Zheng Yang where it's supposed to be.

Also this motherfucker?? does not sleep btw. He has the image of SQQ, wide eyed and hysterical and standing at the mouth of the abyss burned into his fucking eyelids. Can't use the dreamscape to escape it either because he keeps trying to save him and either he does and it's an incredibly cruel trick to wake up to, or he doesn't and he gets his heart broken in several different pieces again.

There is no convincing this man that Shen Qingqiu is dead. Absolutely nothing at all. He is buried so deep in denial that moles would be jealous of how deep he is. He keeps making tea for two in the bamboo house only to remember that it's just him. SQQ's fans are hiding everywhere, little reminders of his presence. He goes to wake up SQQ on the mornings he sleeps in-- only to find the room empty.

[v7lgar]

Barty making regulus squirt so many times until he’s all dizzy from it

okay regulus is so worn out he can't even cry, he is at barty's mercy completely which he hates. he barely says no bcuz it drives barty insane if it's possible. he fucks him so rough and fast, every push and pull presses a spot inside of regulus repeatedly, his wrists are tied together and they're hanging from metal head board of the bed (forgot the correct name) barty is shoving his cock in an out, sometimes he pulls it all, while holding regulus' legs under his knees and pressing them forward and watching how his cock disappears inside of regulus' pretty pussy. bed sheet is soaking wet bcuz of all the squirting and cum. barty is still hungry, he is trying to beat his record of "how many times i can make reg squirt?" task and reg's soul already left his body an hour ago. he doesn't even think he has enough liquid inside of him bcuz he did this MULTIPLE times already but barty is so good at fucking him and hitting all the right spots so he either is cumming uncontrollablely or cumming while crying his eyes out and begging and whimpering and barty is on top of him and he keeps pushing his huge cock into his wet fold and and

[sailing-with-100-ships]

Carlos Sainz is on the front row weeks after his surgery and that man literally did break the record for the fastest lap in Albert Park.

He was dead tired after the race as we saw. But he still got into that car, forgot about this surgery or the scar, put that in the back of his mind, and literally dominated the track.

That man was flying out there and he looked like he was on a mission. Because he has to prove himself that he belongs in the best teams in Formula 1. Which he does. We all know. But he is still pushing himself to the absolute limit, to be the best he knows he can.

My respect for him has literally increased tenfold.

And if I see illogical comments and hate towards him, now especially, those people are just stupid and blind honestly.

[mortysmith]

no offense but feeling bad for evil rick is kind of missing the point

[toesucker416]

If Hakuri dies because Chihiro went back in there... peak fiction. What a man you are, Takeru Hokazono. Enough time has passed, Hakuri's death scene in Chapter 45 was the best written, most impactful death scene in manga history.

[sbhelarctos]

The way this man is constantly having to teleport his way out of a situation and into another obe

[unsurebazookacore]

hot take, mike and el arent in love, because they are fourteen

well i guess mike is fifteen but still like as someone who has been fourteen/fifteen

GUESS WHO I WAS NOT DATING:

A. THE LOVE OF MY LIFE

B. MY FUTURE SIGNIFICANT OTHER

C. ANYONE WHO I WOULD BE ABLE TO SAY "I LOVE YOU" TO AND ACTUALLY FUCKING MEAN IT

D. ALL OF THE ABOVE (the answer is D by the way)

LIKE Y'ALL THEY ARE FOURTEEN

THEY MET WHEN THEY WERE TWELVE

"I knew right then and there in that moment that I loved you" MY ASS

[cowboysmp3]

not to mitski-ify everything but I’m Your Man is horrifically Blackbeard and Izzy coded

like ur kidding right

[narugen-moved]

thinking about this post i made (anime only’s there are spoilers for manga) and with the release of episode 10

i can't even imagine how mina felt when she came back to HER base in ruins, her men injured, or worse - dead. she came back to her base destroyed, and her second in command on the verge of death.

do i think mina's faith in hoshina is so little that she thinks he would have died? no. do i think that she was terrified regardless, seeing everybody risk their lives - especially hoshina, the person she kept by her side for years, almost get himself killed for the sake of the division and for her? yes.

this shot in particular (which was not in the manga) makes me wonder if mina was thinking: ah. here we go again. everybody's risking their lives down there and i'm up here. alone. i have to do well. i have to make my mark.

it's just so important to remember mina quite literally almost lost her home base, her childhood friend, and her vice-captain overnight.

[maulfucker]

does anyone also think. Maul and Comfortably Numb.

[astralmarionette]

todays thoughts: atsugawa sickfic abt their relationship with food insecurity and how akutagawa couldnt eat just anything due to his illness (lungs but i also believe he'd have an extremely sensitive stomach + foods he absolutely could not eat because they were so horrible to him) and so he wiuld often just not eat whereas atsushi grew up eating anything as long as it didnt look too bad (if he could take off the visible mold it was fine to him) and them slowly unlearning these habits that are detrimental to their health (aku's unintentional self starvation and atsu subconsciously international self sabotage)

[robbingprince]

Correction Necessary

hurt/comfort, 5k, on AO3

Laurent knew, of course, that he could not subdue Damianos with force. Not with any weapon he could physically wield, not with his bare hands. He used to think he could get the job done with words, but they also failed him. Whenever he meant for a cutting remark or a scalding observation, his traitorous heart would provide a reminder of hurt brown eyes, and his tongue would stall, heavy in his mouth.

Rendering Laurent practically helpless.

Vulnerability was not something he wore with ease. Was not something he could get accustomed to. Was not, in fact, something he was willing to bear, for anything at all in this world, apart from Damianos, and… even for him it was a task of gargantuan proportions. It was difficult to keep his restless nature in check: it kept wanting to slither around worse and worse schemes, crueller and crueller manipulations, anything that would allow him some leverage. It was a difficult thing, to have none. Too difficult.

But planning against Damianos was not something he could do. Anymore. He had already hurt him more than was permissible, to anyone of this earth; he was already indebted to him. (Another form of vulnerability). Justice would be grossly violated if he attacked the man who helped him. Also they were married. And in love. And it didn’t quite do, to scheme against one’s own husband.

Still—and worse. A wedding band was another tie to an entity he could not match in any field. Damen was stronger, his reach was longer, he was more beloved, and more rightly so. He had the moral high ground forever against the man who had him whipped to near death, who kept him in chains, who had him raped. If—when he decided to strike against Laurent, it would only be understandable. And he would succeed, because Damianos always succeeded, in whatever ambition. He took not one but two kingdoms. He negotiated brilliantly with any opposition, no matter how dire (the Veretian council, the Empress of Vask, Laurent, on his worse days). He was undefeated in the arena. He was, Laurent thought sourly, a god.

And Laurent was Laurent: puny, pretty Laurent, who never had one success of his own to claim. First he trailed around his brother, then—his uncle, and now, this. Damianos was the one who handed him his first victory. Has been handing them ever since. And Laurent couldn’t even give his life for him, when it mattered. Useless, always.

He could not—fathom this feeling. Vulnerability like an open wound, cutting into him sharper and sharper with every turn. It seeped into all the spaces eaten away by his anger, corroded on his bitterness. It terrified him. And Laurent was not one to take fear lying down.

And so, he went for the only course available to him: acceptance on a fast track. To vanquish his fear of being vulnerable, he would make himself the most vulnerable he’d ever been, and force himself to remain there until the horror ebbed away. It was what he did with his fear of spiders when he was five. And of sex when he was somewhat older. And—no, there were no others. Well.

That was why he suggested the ropes (Which Damianos, predictably, exchanged for satin ribbons). And the blindfold, and the gag. A reckless plan with no fault. It would work, because it had to. He would break, because he had to.

It didn’t take long.

Gradual, at first, until it was not anymore. First, the blindfold went on, and the world extinguished, sputtered out. Then his wrists, attached to the bed post, and then his ankles, one at a time. It was happening. Now. He was breathing, mostly. Darkness grew. And grew. And grew. And Laurent was, irrevocably, immediately, entirely, afraid. 

The gag in particular was difficult, inserted into his dry mouth, secured with a cloth. As per requested. Laurent, naked on the mattress, had to force his muscles so still it actually burned. The pain helped, but only slightly; it… in his chest, this cavity that should not exist, opening into a bottomless, hungry pit. Terror. It was familiar in the most distant of ways. An exaggeration of something he knew intimately, a roaring hellfire from the heat that always simmered in his lower belly. Terror, it was terror, it was terror.

Ah.

It didn’t matter that Damianos was slow, that his hands moved softly. Perhaps it even made it worse. Laurent’s heart slammed against the tender flesh of his throat, trying to climb its way out. He was strangely cold. He was burning all over. He had already surrendered to absolute, obliviating fear.

Ha, he did take it lying down, then.

The laughter died, putrid in his mouth; the blindfold was wet. His mind was spinning. He was a small animal ensnared in a trap. He was thirteen years old. He was kneeling in a bloody chiton; he was not human; he could not even plead for mercy. Terror owned him. Down he fell.

Read the rest of Correction Necessary on AO3!

[saph-yells-into-the-void]

kaiser is in such a terrible state of mind that even the other players are like girl 😭

[meistoshi]

one thing about satoshi is he is such a good loser.

[ljesaw]

it’s with depression that i fear i have to say, i think for a long time (too long really), zuko doesn’t reach out to his uncle during his retirement in ba sing se, not even for the much needed guidance he could use, because he considers it part of the exhaustive list of reparations the fire nation (and he himself) owes