#hope you enjoy

[benjis-house-boat]

I already had the assets caused I'd fiddled with this meme before.... so here ya go @pennieheart

Uni.

[louwsys]

tails wip for you all! ❄️🤍

[beccawise7]

Lunchtime Food P0rn of the week...

Hope you're hungry ...

Chicken Parmesan Tacos.

Yum... 🤤🤤

Have a great day!

~beccawise7💜🖤

[starsbirdsbabesandsages]

How the quest ended for me

The original:

[kissboybyler]

And Palm to Palm (a sweet sin is sealed)

bylerweek2025 Day 7!! (slightly late submission) @bylerweek2025

Prompts: Engagement Rings, Champagne, Promises

Passage is from Mike’s POV

Graduation night was all about going wild, sucking all the marrow out of life for one last time, unapologetically, not a care in the world about the guilt and the sin that such a relentless night would inevitably entail. They say that these are the best years of your life, but how exactly? How is a suffocating little town like this, bland and one-dimensional, even after enduring the onslaughts of the very apocalypse, the best that things would ever get? Mike didn’t want to believe that. But there’s a difference between wanting and knowing something for sure.

Want is but a flimsy thing, carefully monitored by the anxieties, the urgensies of fantasy and imagination. Want could be based on a lie, hidden from the world forever, and nobody would have to know, for want is never truly clear and never truly steady. It’s an ever-changing current, a tide, calculated, sure to change forms, and yet- and yet nothing can ever be the same again. Want, mother of yearning and desire, daughter of disappointment. She’s but a flimsy thing, and Mike’s first ever unrequited love.

Knowing, though, is tricky. Sophisticated and steady, something meant to be trusted. Something that doesn’t encourage or hide, something that prides itself in its way of squashing poor, weak humans and their silly aspirations. She’s a fearsome thing to behold, a god meant to be worshipped by everyone- everyone but lovers.

And where wanting and knowing collide, a celestial event is born. Interstellar, a war between the stars abiding the realm of knowledge, where billions of signals unite to result in a secret movement. The center of everything, that which humans rely on to call themselves able to do anything at all. But, see, in order for this universe to exist and thus assist mankind, it must first rely on the workings of another, equally strange and eclectic cosmos. Sweet home of Chaos and birth-giver of life. Of odd shapes and pools of crimson, that which the body couldn’t function without.

Knowing without wanting….what a peculiar way of understanding the universe.

Nothing really mattered, though. They still had the chance to be kids, just for one day, just this one, last day. And fuck it, cliches or not. Whomever thought of such a thing? Everyone’s just as stupid for the same few sinful desires. Purity is but an idealization of reality, but only because its meaning is a thing tainted by the beliefs of the elders. What an illogical world, this is.

Mike grabs the large bottle of champagne from the kitchen counter and finds his way towards the school that would soon be nothing more but a biter(sweet) memory. Who really cares, though? If anything is meant to last, it will. School was always meant to end but this- he can have this. And not just for one day.

He finds the familiar face of the boy he’d abandoned a whole universe for, uncaring of the upcoming unbalance. But of course- he should have seen this coming. That nothing would ever feel off, that even though he’d let go of something the world had deemed as vital, his voice never once faltered at the face of this new universe before him. It feels as if- all the missing pieces could be found in the wanting in Mike’s heart, and the knowing in Will’s head. It doesn’t really make any logical sense, but whomever spoke of logic?

Will uncorkes the bottle of champagne, a soft pop breaking the deafening midnight silence, and they take turns sipping at the funny, bubbling liquid. They are all soft touches and widening grins, lethargic, lazy movements and drunk laughter. It is a teenage dream, and no sin could ever taint that.

“Can I tell you something? ,” Mike whispers into the night, shifting his body a little closer to the boy next to him.

“Sure ,” Will’s voice echoes, a sweet melody to Mike’s ears. He smells of alchohol and something sweet and syrup-y, something fresh, something that reminds Mike of home.

“You know how sometimes you feel like you know something but don’t have the words to describe it?,” Mike asks, Will’s infinitesimal nod urging him to go on. “Well, I’m pretty sure I’ve known this thing forever, ever since I began to realise what having a concience meant, or like- began to just think for myslef. And I know that words are pretty and they confirm and seal things, but they are not enough, you know? But like- neither are actions. Actions without words- they are like when you solve an equation without ever understanding how you got there. Actions without words- i dont really like them, because yeah sure you can do things but I care about what you’re thinking and feeling, your whys are so very important, always. But also- I feel like promises, they should be something that lasts, not just something hovering in the air between two people, right? Because then you can just lie afterwards and call the other person crazy and get away with things. What I’ve been meaning to say is-” out of breath, Mike dares to look the beautiful boy next to him in the eyes, finally met with those hazel gems he’d give his own life for.

“Here.”

Mike bends his body to the side and picks up a few leaves and branches. He snaps one of them in half and gently takes Will’s palm in his.

“May I?”, he asks, ever so gentle. Will’s awe-struck, pink-tigned face, a soft and genuine answer.

Mike twirls the small branch around the boy’s ring finger, making a small but tight knot, reveling at the strange beauty of Will’s soft finger encircled by the almost thorny branch.

“Can I-”, before Will has time to finish his question, Mike’s respective palm in laid before him, a small chuckle escaping his lips, his eyes lighting up the entire night sky.

And palm to palm, is holy palmers’ kiss.

An artist’s fingers, sealing a promise with a knot, and thus bringing soft lips to the poet’s palm.

A secret, two perfectly aligned universes, the artist and the poet-

-a sweet sin and a promise sealed with a kiss.

[buggachat]

something so fucked up about Chat Noir’s whole deal is that he is in a lot of ways Adrien playing a character. Like Adrien picked up his miraculous and was told he’d be a superhero so he was like “ok, time to act like a superhero!” and he lets himself have fun w it and play up the role and let loose and kind of just allow himself to be silly and goofy and have fun and for once in his life not care about performing Perfection™.

But. But none of the other characters KNOW THAT. So everyone just sees Chat Noir and is like “look at this guy’s ego. He’s so full of himself. Surely it’d be fair to knock him down a few pegs” without being aware of how few pegs he actually HAS. He’s like the “insecure character who overcompensates in ego” trope except he’s really not doing it unironically, he’s just having a fun LARP pretending to have self worth in his off-hours but nobody else is on the same page about it being a game and he refuses to tell them. He just dramatically pouts about it and lets them laugh and pretends like he’s not internalizing it and it is almost 3 am and my brain forced me to write this instead of sleeping I’m gonna take a melatonin

[iceycloversart]

bonus:

[andejoe]

No one wanted to ask. Someone had to. It was terrifying. But it made sense.

Of course humanity finally abandoned its planet. Everyone was surprised they hadn’t abandoned it sooner. Still, the concern was there.

What made humanity abandon their planet in a mass event? What thing was finally found to scare them off their favorite death world?

Of course not every last human abandoned the planet, but enough did that Earth was no longer considered ‘inhabited’. Humans flocked to other worlds, most choosing death worlds with similar biomes to the ones they preferred. (And there was a suspiciously armored ship heading towards Disney planet.)

The concerning thing was the humans kept going back. Never landing. Never breaking the atmosphere. Just driving by.

Finally, a delegate was chosen to ask the human council member. Poor Laeri was nervous, but they had been called friend by council member Daryl before. Surely this question wouldn’t be an offense.

“Daryl, may I speak with you a moment?”

Daryl paused, and nodded, careful not to smile. He was well practiced in the art of not offending. “Of course Laeri. What is the matter?”

“Humanity has recently applied for habitation permits for a dozen planets. As soon as the permits were awarded, humans left very quickly.”

“Well sure. The permits took three earth years to be approved. Most of the planet had been preparing for over five years at that point,” Daryl explained.

“Yes, that is not my question. The question is why?”

“Why were they ready?”

Laeri shook their head. “Why did they leave Earth? Humans have made it a point to ‘stick it out’ despite better options being available. Why leave now?”

“Oh, that. Well.” Daryl paused. He knew he didn’t have to report officially yet, but his friend wanted to know. “Will you keep it a secret from the council?”

Laeri paused. The answer being a secret did not occur to them. What could the humans possibly be hiding? Would they be able to hide it as well?

“I do not think I can keep any dangerous thing a secret,” Laeri finally admitted.

Daryl nodded. “Nor would I ask you to. It’s not dangerous, just a little experiment more like.”

“If it is an experiment, then you should speak with-“

“No Laeri.” Daryl interrupted calmly. “This isn’t something we want help with. That’s why we haven’t mentioned anything to the Viyon Academics. We just need time to see if it works.”

Their curiosity finally got the better of them.

“If what works?”

“A new society. A new civilized species.”

Laeri didn’t speak, but either from awe or concern, they weren’t sure. Daryl continued.

“We believe a species evolves when they start to take care of their injured and impaired. It means they have compassion. Well an intelligent species on earth has been observed showing compassion. We simply want to give them the space they require to evolve.”

Laeri considered the intelligent species that lived on earth. They were suddenly very concerned. Had the humans been duped?

“The dolphi are showing compassion?” Laeri asked.

Daryl almost laughed. “Not even close. No, we wouldn’t break the agreement we made. They’re not escaping earth anytime soon.”

Laeri felt immediate relief. “Then which species is it?”

Daryl smiled. He couldn’t help it. He liked birds. “Corvids.”

“But, but they’re so small.”

“We know. That’s why some humans are still there, zoologist types to help them grow, learn, and show them the way.”

“What if another species wipes them out before they get the chance?”

Daryl shrugged. “Well that’s why we left some warriors behind, to help keep the corvids alive while they grow. And of course to keep the dolphins contained. We do take that assignment very seriously.”

Laeri was excited now. Another avian species may be joining the galaxy soon. They wanted to tell everyone.

“Promise you’ll keep the secret?” Daryl asked.

Laeri felt their excitement dash upon the cruel rocks of reality. “I will.”

“Good. Here.” Daryl held out a small computer drive.

Laeri took the drive. “What is this?”

“The live feed of the experiment. You really think we wouldn’t watch? As soon as they reach civilized status, I have to report them. Until then, they’ve been completing some very complex puzzles and problem solving lately. You’ll want to start at the beginning but they post new information all the time.”

Laeri clutched the drive to their feathered tunic. Suddenly the small drive was priceless. “I, must go now.”

Laeri took off as fast as would be ignored by others. Daryl watched his friend, surprised by how excited they were. His watch gave him an alert.

“Ooh, a group puzzle. Wonder if they managed it this time.”

Daryl walked off to his own private quarters to watch the newest update on the corvids.

[halosmelie]

hijack AGAIN ?!? pls I love them sm I can’t stop drawing them…

[flashphotograph]

Eddie "Shit." Stranger Things 4

[verytiredfrog]

"Make your statement, face your fear."

[sunnyrmrez]

My mettaton

[lio-rdr]

PART 2 OF THE VDL GANG AS TUMBLR/TWITTER POSTS

part 1 is on my profile under the rdr2 memes hashtag :-)

(thank you so much for the love on the first one, it means a lot <3)

[seochangbingifs]

Changbin in his tiny green shorts for @rhyperographer

[help-itrappedmyself]

Dead on Main AU

Masterpost

Guys, I'm so sorry. But here's this!

~~~~

Danny blinks and he is somewhere else. He’s sitting at a dining room table, surrounded. There are so many people here. They’re all talking over each other, some yelling, some laughing. This scene comes as a great surprise to him, who -one blink ago- was trying and failing to do his homework at home in his room. Danny shoots up, his chair making a horrible noise as he pushes it away so fast it tumbles over. Everyone in the room turns to look over at him like he’s insane. 

“Oh my god, who are you people?” Danny did not mean to say this out loud, but at the sound of his voice he startles. Danny takes a moment to assess, and then, “Oh my god who am I?”  He is tall, and big, and this is certainly not his body, what is he wearing.

The boy sitting to the right of Danny, a little shorter than he is, with black hair and blue eyes (though now that he’s paying attention that does describe most people in the room),  starts chuckling lightly. “Uh, Jason? Are you good?” 

Danny turns to stare him right in the eyes. “What day is it?”

And he can tell the concern around the table is just ratcheting up every time he opens his stupid mouth.

“Did you hit your head on patrol?” The voice comes from the only blond and one of the only girls in the room, who's to the left of the person across from him. The person across from him is another boy with black hair and blue eyes who is studying Danny in a way that makes him uncomfortable, that under-a-microscope look that makes you feel like you’re failing at something.

“I have no idea if Jason hit his head.” Danny says. “I was just trying to remember if it was my birthday.”

And if he thought the room was busy when he first arrived here it is absolute pandemonium now. Everyone starts shouting and asking questions that he can’t even hear over the shouting. Someone with white hair in a suit just came through a door he didn’t even see earlier to stand by the only person not shouting, who -Danny would guess- is the only other adult in this room, witting at the head of the table. He also has black hair and blue eyes, and where almost everyone else’s reaction was panic, he froze instead. The person across from Danny also isn’t shouting, but the person next to Danny on his right has now fully stood up and looks like he might actually jump across the table to win the argument he ended up in. 

“Are you Jason’s soulmate?” is the main gist of the shouting that Danny can interpret but he’s more concerned with actual Jason at the moment. If they switched bodies... Then Jason might be in trouble…

“Hey, I forget, how long is this body swap supposed to last again?” Danny asks.

“Until you and Jason have physical contact. You have to actually meet.” The boy sitting across from him explains. He seems like one of the only ones that heard Danny talk, everyone else was still shouting. 

“Oh, that just seems terrible. What if we’re in different countries or something?” Danny complained. “Everyone in the world is just supposed to be able to drop everything and afford to fly across the world. The universe is really trying to screw people over now. Honestly, am I in a different country? Where even are we right now?”

“You’re in Gotham.” This voice was new, coming from the head of the table to Danny’s right. 

“Oh no. Nope.” Danny started backing away from the table, almost tripping on his overturned chair. “Absolutely not, no, how do I get out of here?” He starts earnestly looking for a door to get out of this place, but there are three doors he can see and he has no idea where any of them go, and doesn’t this room have any windows? What kind of a room doesn’t have any windows? Do they like to eat in a basement?

“Jason- not Jason. Uh, you need to calm down, everything will be fine alright, We’ll get you and Jason introduced no problem.” Danny swivels to track the voice and it’s the one who was sitting next to him, he’s walking towards him with his hands up and out in front of him. 

“I have to get home.” Danny breathes. 

“We can get you there, promise. Now, I’m Dick, can you tell me your name?”

“Your name is Dick? Who named you Dick?” Danny is so confused he’s stopped panicking. “How old are you for you to go by the name Dick?”

“Okay, rude.” Dick sounds like a petulant child so Danny’s estimations for his age are continuously dropping. “I’m 24.”

Danny snorts. “Okay.” The blond girl starts laughing over at the table. “I’m uh, I’m Danny.”

“Nice to meet you. Sort of. I’m Tim.” The guy from across from him had made it over to stand next to Dick. “There’s a lot of us here today so the one laughing like a hyena is Steph. That one there is Duke.” African-American, still with black hair but he has brown eyes and waves once introduced. “Damian is the short one next to him, and Cass was sitting across from Dick earlier. Our dad, Jason’s dad-” 

“Not my dad!” Steph interrupted. Tim waves her off.

“Everyone but Steph's dad, is over there, Bruce. Alfred, our butler is the one next to him.” Alfred gives a slight nod to his head. Bruce is just staring at him.

“So, names out of the way. You said you wanted to go home, where do you live?”

“Amity Park.”