#honey you've got a big storm comin

[trans-yllz]

in high school I would write little poems after almost every therapy appointment about what I talked about in them and I have them all in a google doc and reading through them I'm like damn. he doesn't even know that cql is going to kill him

[spinji]

Aww everyone looks so cute and they're happy Midoriya is home and-

oh

[unhingedpirates]

Dear friends, can you believe it's been A WHOLE FUCKING MONTH??!!!

HOW ARE WE FEELING?

[hakunahistata]

GIF by capinejghafa

love not given lightly

Explicit, 3.7K

“I-I’m, uh,” Crowley stumbled, a scarlet flush bloomed across his cheeks and spilled down his chest. He was embarrassed, Aziraphale realized suddenly. “What is it, dear?” He asked softly, carefully, rubbing his thumbs soothingly along the thin, delicate skin just inside his hip bones. He was sensitive there, Aziraphale knew and was rewarded with that knowledge with an unexpected rock of Crowley’s hips. The blush grew a deeper shade, a small moan slipping past his lips. Crowley visibly swallowed, throat bobbing as he searched for the words inside himself, and Aziraphale—ever patient—let him find them. “I’m close, uhm, already,” Crowley said softly, words thick. Oh, Aziraphale, you fool, he thought.

Gentle Dom Aziraphale and Prickly Sub Crowley brought to you by a brain worm that whispered, “what if the first time Aziraphale’s inside him, Crowley comes, like, immediately…” #spoilers

Written for the @goodomensafterdark smut war. Huge thank you to @adverbian, @mrscakeishere, @polychromicron-persei-8, and @thescholarlystrumpet for their help in shaping this into something coherent.

[bookwyrminspiration]

a story in 3 parts

[carldoonan]

This Awestruck Li'l Chihuahua says: "I can see cweawy now, da wain is gone… Wow." ⛅️🐶🥹

This Meowing Li’l Meteorologist says: “Honey, you’ve got a big storm comin’.” ⛈️🔮🐈

[icybreaths]

Someone watching Jewel activate her Bankai and they see Hyouhakyoku drive itself through her heart and body and watch her splinter into icy blue veins and dissipate like,

"............. Is the fight over? Did this woman just kill herself?"

[grimark]

god missy is so funny. i'm having fun

[bravernificationbeam]

sorry there is absolutely NOTHING like watching people liveblog bravern who don't know a thing about it

[anthrcpophagi]

He promises to stop her, to punish her if things go too far but it isn't enough. Maren knows the way things go once she succumbs to her hunger. No amount of screaming or clawing or pleading would be enough to make her stop. It wouldn't end until his body was no longer intact or his lungs filled with blood and fear. It wasn't a subtle slope to traverse, but she couldn't say as much without confessing the extent of her afflictions.

His eyes are hypnotizing, placing a wicked spell upon her, one that Maren isn't entirely eager to fall under. And yet she doesn't look away, can't bring herself to break eye contact, not when he was looking at her with such hope. He didn't understand, he couldn't. As much as he thought he knew, Maren was sure he had no idea what he was asking of her. If she let herself open up, if she tore down her walls for him, there would be no going back. She could tear the flesh from his bones with ease, but there would be no way to reattach it when the guilt came rushing in.

She trembles beneath his touch, a mixture of fear and pining swirling in her veins. A deadly concoction, a fatal cocktail of emotions that could only end badly. She missed this intimacy, this intoxicating rush of warmth only invoked by another human. Despite her apprehensions, Maren leans into the feeling, head tilting into his palm and relishing in his touch. He swears his resilience and, although Maren is inclined to believe anything he says when he's this close to her, she can't be completely sure.

"I know you are." Her voice wavers as she closes her eyes, trying to still her erratically beating heart. Mental resilience didn't mean anything if she managed to sink her teeth into him. A flame's heat didn't matter when it was so easily snuffed out entirely.

"I want to show you." Her words are breathy and she means every once. His closeness was making her tipsy enough to begin to bend, but she knew she had to remain firm lest she risk snapping entirely. "But I can't. Not like this."

When she opens her eyes again, there's a flicker of something stronger, something far less angelic lingering behind the usual deep brown hues of her irises. She swallows hard, garnering the courage to speak before asking in a weak whisper. "Are you going to kiss me?"

it isn't hurt, not really — not just. in-between the gnawing, the gums, the grinding pressure and inevitable crunch of cartilage, severing of nerves and punctured skin, sits salivating laps, tenderness, lust and unhurried romance. there is more to enjoy than a private wounding, and oliver murmurs this, needlessly desperate: "you won't." though their bodies have come into heavy contact, there is much to learn. in the same way he arrives new to maren's tendency, she sidles in foreign to his desires. she may assume him plainly masochistic; a halfway suicidal thing deranged and needy for the clamp of her teeth, the burn of her stomach. he suggests otherwise, "i'll stop you before you do — or I'll punish you if you try." and morbidly, oliver communicates it like romantic gesture, thumbstrokes running like rivulets across her knuckles. "i won't let it get too far. i only ask you to try. to open up for me, spread like i sense you hope to." she wills the sentiment from him with the doe of her eyes. sensuality made all the more enticing when her façade is wet and wide, her sweetness like cherry garnish for a repressed brutality. he's entirely smitten, drawn like a man obsessed. it's early, but oliver doesn't doubt the tingle. he's friend to it, companion to the thrum that ripples through him layer by layer. he must have her, is the point. "i'm resilient." (hardy, malleable, and naive as it is to think; oliver thinks himself even invincible at this point, heart hammering too quick to catch hesitation. struck too accurately to consider anything but the tending to his desire.) he corrals her instead, scoops her palm by palm along maren's waist, then snaking further to the low of her spine. his eyes are almost frightfully blue, nails digging like measuring pins through the soft folds of her clothes. "...i am," oliver murmurs, reassuring then when the distance between them shrinks into inevitable intimacy. he moves to woo her, evidently — left hand abandoning its possessive grip to cradle maren by flustered cheek.

[trans-yllz]

"this person is a friend, not a foe" yeah zewu jun, we'll see about that in approximately 25 episodes 🤨

[lightningstar1389]

honey, you've got a big storm comin' 🌩️🌩️🌩️

My IDW Sonic 72 cover !! So happy I got to make something for the riders arc :) this issue will be out in August

+ pencils so you can actually see Surge. She's in there somewhere, I promise

[his-porous-membrane]

adksfjdsklfjkl honey you've got a big storm comin

[honorhearted]

This was a bad idea. Benjamin was chock-full of them lately, but this? This was downright asinine, and the worst part was he knew full-well that it was foolish. Anne taught the Pleinsworth girls, so it would stand to reason that she would be present for this performance, as well. And if she was, could he truly bear being within the same vicinity? Or rather, could she?

Trying his best to maintain a semblance of dignity, Benjamin followed the footman toward the drawing room area, where the older man announced him in a voice that almost sounded bored.

On the other side of the door, he could hear Frances' chipper voice, followed by... Good Lord, were there multiple young girls in there? He knew all too well that she had sisters, of course, but there seemed to be a touch too many to be just the Pleinsworth girls.

Good going, jingle brains, he irritably thought. What was the bloody point of this affair if he ended up making a complete fool of himself?

Before he could think to recant, Benjamin was shown into the room, and he forced a bright smile upon his face. It was only his eyes that showed any distress, and with a polite bow to the young women present -- all but Anne, whom he was vigorously trying to avoid -- he greeted, "Good morning, ladies. I didn't realize I'd be in for the treat of additional company. If he were here, I daresay my best friend would be quite jealous."

Flattery, Benjamin found, was often the easiest way to win over a group of strangers -- most especially the female elite -- and still keeping his eyes trained upon everyone present but Anne, he stepped forward and offered Frances his hand. "Thank you again for inviting me, Miss Pleinsworth. As a tremendous fan of the arts, I've been able to think of little else."

Ever dutiful, Frances took his hand and shook it, beaming as she gestured toward one of the settees. "Why don't you sit with Miss Wynter?" she suggested. Catching the horror on his face, she persisted, "You must, you must! You'll soon see why!"

"But..." Clearing his throat, Benjamin briefly darted his eyes toward Anne, held her gaze for far too long, and then quickly looked for someone, anyone with whom he could divert. Upon spotting Daisy and Sarah nearby, he extended his arm and insisted, "Er, actually, I was hoping to have the honor of acquainting myself with your sister and cousin. Miss Wynter has had such delightful, charming things to say about them, so naturally, I wished to see for myself."

He straightened and attempted to make his smile more natural. "Perhaps I should sit between them, seeing how I couldn't possibly choose with whom to speak first."

"That makes sense." She nods along with his excuse. Frances didn't know much about being a gentleman, but Ben was the most gentlemanly gentleman she'd ever met, so she trusted he knew what he was talking about. When he spoke of being a frog, her lips turned downwards into a frown. "Are you a frog or a gentleman? I'm getting mixed signals."

We barely knew each other. It was as good a reason as any, and yet the young Pleinsworth girl wasn't ready to accept it as an answer.

“So?” Frances looked at him plainly, as though he were the one speaking nonsense. “You don’t have to know someone to love them. I love unicorns and I’ve never met one. But I know they exist and that they’re wonderful. Miss Wynter is wonderful, too. And she exists.” Another toothy grin crossed her face, but it faltered upon seeing Ben’s apprehension. Shooting a look towards the door, France shrugged. “Don't worry, Mister. She’ll be okay. Miss Wynter’s not scared of anything. Not even bugs.”

As he breached the idea of an audience, Frances clasped her hands together and beamed. “You should most certainly come over and see our plays! Harriet and I are writing one about frogs and princesses. Well, Harriet’s writing it, but I’m coming up with all the good ideas and that's what really matters. But you should come by and we can perform it for you!" After a beat, she continued with the same energy. "I won't even make you perform in it, either. Unless you want to.”

As Ben made his way out, France stood and watched his form disappear into the crowd. Only after she could no longer see him did she let out a sigh and shrug to herself. “Bye, Mister Fairy Prince.”

Anne collapsed into bed as soon as she stepped foot into her bedroom. She was too tired to cry, too tired to think or scream. She was almost too tired to sleep, but exhaustion took over eventually and lulled her into a blissful nonexistence.

(...)

“You what?” Anne stared at Frances with wide eyes, fighting to maintain composure. I invited your Fairy Prince to come see our show. She didn’t even need to ponder who she might be referring to, she knew it was Ben. And shame burned through her all over again. “Frances, why… why would you do that?”

“Because he said he wanted to see them.”

“Yes, I’m sure he does, but he is a very busy man. I don’t know if or when he would even be able to come see a performance.” Anne fought to wear a smile, hoping Ben had turned Frances down in the nicest way possible. But judging by the look of pure delight on her face, Anne's hopes weren’t very high.

“What play did you tell him you were going to perform?” Pinching the bridge of her nose, Anne knows she’s going to regret asking such a thing. And, as if on cue, Frances obliged.

“A new one. I’m not gonna tell you what it’s about though. It’ll be a surprise.”

"Frances, you can't just invite people over without checking first. What if your mother had plans for you? What if I had plans for lessons today?"

"Well, we'll just have to move the lesson over a bit. That way we can have our cake and eat it too."

"There's cake?" Harriet's voice rang out as she and Elizabeth trailed into the room.

"No, sadly." Frances admitted with a look of defeat. "But we're gonna have an audience! A real audience."

Harriet looked to Anne for help. Reluctantly, she explained the circumstances through gritted teeth. "Your sister invited a guest to come view one of your performances."

The eldest of her pupils blanched at the thought. "What? Frances, you can't do that without warning me! None of my plays are ready to be viewed." Harriet clutched her small notebook to her chest. "They need some reworking first."

"Reworking isn't going to bring Henry VIII back to life, Hare." Sarah muttered as she swept into the room, Harriet shooting daggers at her sister as she bumped past.

"We don't need Henry VIII, we can do the new one. The one about the Frog Prince and the Fairy Queen." Wiggling her eyebrows, Frances shared looked between her sisters and her poor governess, who had turned rather pale from the title. Had Frances done what Anne thinks she did?

Anne let out an audible groan, suddenly feeling outnumbered by students. As if the universe had heard her complaints, another girl pranced in through the side door, freezing when she took note of the commotion.

"This is the saddest party I've ever walked in on." Daisy smirked.

"It's the only party you've ever walked in on." Sarah quipped back.

"That's because you're never invited to parties." Frances added, pouring salt into the wound. Daisy bristled and stuck out her tongue, provoking Frances to do the same in return.

"Girls, please, can we not do this right now?"

"When should we do it?" Daisy's voice was already becoming grating to Anne's ears but she forced a smile.

"Any time that I am not in the room, preferably."

Before any of the girls could volley comments back and forth, a footman appeared at the door. Anne let out a sigh of relief upon seeing someone that wasn't another Smythe-Smith girl, but she heart sank when he announced who was at the door.

"He's here!" Frances jumped up with glee, while the other girls looked to one another for any semblance of answer. Meanwhile, Anne was silently contemplating throwing herself from the window so she didn't have to be here when he entered.

[pianokantzart]

One of my favorite things about The Mario Movie is the way it introduces the characters, specifically the way it introduces Bowser and The Mario Bros back to back.

The film starts with Bowser's assault on The Snow Kingdom. His warship dwarfs the entire city, its sheer scale bubbling over and melting the landscape in its wake.

All Bowser needs to do is glance at Kamek in order to subjugate an entire army in seconds, and his fire breath just as quickly decimates the facade of a towering city.

Everyone rightly fears him. Those that don't quickly learn to. The amount of power and resources at his fingertips is borderline ridiculous.

The first words out of his mouth are threats, and they are threats he is easily able– if not excited– to follow through on.

He ends the scene victorious and with even more power than he had before.

Then we cut to a commercial filmed on cheap green screen to the soundtrack of a goofy rap song, advertising two blue collar guys who are just hoping to get paid to fix people's pipes, and the first words out of their mouths outside of the advertisement is them gushing about how proud they are of each other for their little, low-budget crumb of success.

Oh, Honey, you've got a big storm comin.'

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"honey, you've got a big storm comin!"