#i firmly believe

[brandoncarlo]

Everyone being so sure Boston already won, speaking about the Leafs like they got swept, even Tkachuk saying they're probably playing Boston next. Gives me so much anxiety. This is how collapses happen. The Bruins better lock it down tonight or I'll never trust them.

[3416]

Do u think the marner haters even recognize how much auston (and the rest of the team, but mostly auston) loves him? I feel like that’d influence them wanting him traded etc and when I’m on reddit it really seems like no one acknowledges their friendship so I wouldn’t be surprised if they just turn a blind eye to the parts that don’t support their narrative

i mean they think all feelings are removed from the operation of a hockey team which. lol. yes, it's a business, but if you're being honest with yourself you'd know the leafs dont need actual on ice success to bring in the $$$$ so ultimately what are the incentives to bring about big change on this team, lol. and also disturb the peace and balance of team youve gone all in on. mitch marner is universally loved on the team and in the organization and no one can convince me that am34 doesnt continue to sign here with the idea that hell be playing with mitch a great portion of the time. it's clearly an open secret if elliotte's out here spouting off on 32thoughts. i think the uncles just think theyre pawns who the org gives zero consideration but i hate to tell them that the org values money and auston matthews greatesr goal scorer of his generation ans gloat plays for this team right now and making him happy to keep him here is taken into consideration just a bit too! and at the same time mitch marner also makes them money and will be the sgloat so like idk what they think is happening but .... the leafs have very little reason for a massive upheaval when fans show up ans sell out no matter what the expectations for the team are year after year

but to answer your question.. no i dont think they recognize that and i think theyre naive to act like some of those things arent pieces of a bigger puzzle when it comes to running a hockey team

[leianaberrie]

And when you put it like that, it’s no wonder that a lot of people on Tumblr—people who prioritize words over every other form of social justice—find it threatening and hard to comprehend.

[mausarchive]

humans are meant to lay in bed awhile after they wake up and think and rest. we are not supposed to get up right away

[shotmrmiller]

sex pollen trope where you're the one affected, having been exposed to some dense gas while on an op that felt like harsh sandpaper across your throat and lungs, and now you're a feverish mess on some ratty cot in a safe house and with only ghost as company, it's miserable, as the saying goes.

hair sticking to your sweaty skin, plastered onto your forehead and neck, every swallow feeling like you've got a mouthful of sand, your fluttering pulse wild and deafening in your ears, and the throbbing ache deep in your core, the blistering heat right below your navel— it'd only been uncomfortable in the beginning, the faint throbbing incredibly familiar, but the more you ignored it, the worse it got.

and now you're here, with arousal sticking your underwear to your pussy, unable to do anything about it because your lieutenant is seated in a corner that lets him have both you and the front door within his line of sight. a quick, discreet rub under your clothes is not an option.

someone put you out of your foggy misery.

"squirmin' like a worm on a 'ook isn't gonna help." his staring doesn't either, yet he does it anyway.

"got to make sure ya aren't dyin' on me." you want to snap that you don't think proof of life is on the darkened stain between your legs, the retort pressed behind clenched teeth but another thick wave of bestial need rolls over you and god, you're about to shove your hand into your underwear, propriety be damned—

"best you don't do tha'." why the fuck not? "you'll only get relief for a moment 'fore it comes back twofold." he says as if he's reading off the morning paper and not watching you fight tooth and nail to not fuck yourself against the pillow your head is on. (soap's offer to be friends with benefits is only looking better by the hour.)

you hastily decide that it'll be better than nothing. you'll just have to rub your pussy raw until this drug runs its course and you're telling him to piss off or don't, but you've had enough. you're stuck here with him anyway, no flight home until the morn and you're not about to spend it writhing around.

"if tha's wha' you want," ghost bites his gloves off, spitting them out onto the ground before curling his hands around your ankles and dragging you toward him. "i will help." your entire world narrows down to the feel of him touching your skin, his fingers searing as they hook into the waistband of your pants, and you almost kick him in the mouth trying to get them off faster.

"but 'm not fuckin' you." the bite of disappointment is quickly forgotten, his breath warm against your slick pussy, and after three quick glides of his tongue over your pearl, your orgasm crests, pulse after pulse of pleasure so potent it stung.

in less than a minute you're burning again, need thrumming through you and with the heady push and drag of his middle finger over your sensitive nerves, curling in you until he can fit two, three—

you're lost.

(ghost telling you that he's not doing anything else because if he's going to fuck you then you're going to remember it falls on ringing ears.)

[froody]

Look. I’m going to be honest with you. Adopting that hard anti-plastic surgery stance while trans people’s lives and right to transition is at stake is absolutely horrendous timing. Knock it off.

[turtletoria]

i wanted to try drawing older Mabel and Dipper !

[puppyeared]

who is your favorite AA character? 👁️👁️

ziska… I hope capcom brings her back someday

[kitasuno]

just a loyal member of bectoshi nation and every time our president posts a piece of me revives and is reborn again

you lead, i'll follow - akaashi keiji

:: you thought you were used to akaashi's surprises for you, but this one's the best.

miniseries masterlist

akaashi keiji loves to tell you that he knows a spot.

and it is exactly those all too familiar words that come out of his mouth once he notices you becoming bored of watching the waves repeatedly ripple over your bare feet.

“c’mon, i know a spot.” 

the sun glows red above the horizon as the stretch of ocean ahead reflects back the changing pink and lavender hues of the sky. the loud tide overpowers any surrounding noise, allowing only murmurs of faraway conversations and the soft tunes of a distant speaker to be heard.

but akaashi’s words reached your ears loud and clear. 

you’re well aware of the fact that you’d follow wherever keiji led, as you've done many times before. so it comes as no surprise when you step back from the shore, with him helping you slide your sandals back on before turning your backs to the water and heading up the beach. 

it’s only a short drive up before keiji pulls over and parks alongside the quiet freeway.

the sand is long gone from your feet and keiji’s hand grips yours as he guides you up the wooden steps. a brick walkway with shops lined on either side of it sat at the top. 

the stars slowly uncover themselves from their day of hiding. the sky is now a cool shade of indigo and dim streetlights lit up the empty footpath ahead, illuminating the way the small business owners flip the signs on their doors from reading open to closed. 

keiji still has your hand encompassed in his as he continues along the path, paying no mind to its residents going about their evening. 

eventually you reach a clearing and your view of the sky expands. akaashi looks at you, waiting hopefully for your approval. his expression uncertain.

and the sight is absolutely gorgeous. you’re on a grassy cliffside, the beach now well below where you stand, and the rotating beam of a lighthouse shines on you momentarily before sweeping away again, soon to return.

“oh my god, keiji. it’s beautiful,”

"yeah. it is." you're still looking at the sky, so you don't notice how akaashi's eyes don't move from your face as he agrees.

“this used to just be my spot. but i want it to be ours, if you’re okay with that?” his tone is unsure, though he has no reason to be. 

“yeah?" you tear your eyes away from the view to find him already looking at you.

"yeah. it's ours."

you have the cliff summit all to yourselves when he pulls you closer into him, sharing his body heat as the evening air becomes cool. you stay there, watching the scenery until nightfall finally takes over, completely enveloping the sky. 

“so, same time next week?”

[glassiskies]

in which aziraphale reverts to old habits, crowley is outraged, and they still do not talk about it

[munsons-mutiny]

One of my favorite trope for Steddie is Steve hunting down Eddie when the kids join Hellfire and giving him a long list of dos and donts.

At first Eddie thinks he’s just being a prick, and worried he’s going to turn the nerds into freaks like him. Especially when he says not to mention drugs in front of Dustin.

But then he starts pulling out lists of monsters that can’t be in campaigns. And like what??? Why can’t he use demagorgons? They were gonna be in the next combat! He’s tempted to ignore the warnings, in fact he’s all set to, but something about Steve’s face when he was laying it all out haunts him. Something so deadly serious about it. So first he decides to test the waters to see if he’s full of shit.

When the session starts, he makes a throwaway comment, “you’re acting like there’s a mindflayer around the corner.”

All the kids freeze but Wheeler especially looks like he’s going to be sick. He even grabs at the bracelet around his wrist. The one he always said his best friend made him before he moved.

Eddie curses himself for even trying to test it out after that, and immediately bullshits the whole session so he can scrap any hint of demogorgans from the campaign.

After that session he drives straight to Harringtons house and demands they go over all the things he can’t include again, in detail, while he takes notes.

He doesn’t know what’s going on with these freshmen, but he knows trauma when he sees it and well he’d gotten attached to the gremlins.

When he leaves that night, he thinks Steve is looking at him with approval. Like he trusts him with their well-being now.

[torisprlng]

THE ACOLYTE | 1X08: EPISODE 8

We make a great team.

[sofipitch]

Underrated Abigail Pent moment is when she said if you can't explain something in simple terms then you don't actually know it. Our anti-elitest queen. Not being in her field does NOT get you out of hearing about her dissertation

[willowser]

your little angel of a son inherits katsuki's bad temper, and it manifests in his terrible fours.

there's an awful little shriek that echoes throughout the house and katsuki is on his feet and halfway to the living room before his eyes are even open—but the only danger awaiting him there is a pouty little brat.

his son is sitting amidst a swarm of toys that have been strewn about haphazardly, and his arms are crossed and big fat tears are in his eyes and he looks mad as all hell. you do, too, sitting across from him with a deep frown, holding the ripped page of a book from his little shelf.

"no sir," you warn, "we do not treat our things this way."

you incite a meltdown.

katsuki feels his own temper flaring—half from shock and awe at his little mini-me and also from the exhaustion wearing him thin—when your son kicks his legs out in a burst of rage, letting out another little shriek of anger. your cheeks puff up, wearing the same furious expression, and at the hiss of his name, the little brat jumps to his feet and snatches a toy truck nearby and launches it across the room.

"oi!"

your son's attention snaps to katsuki, startled, losing a hint of anger as he pouts at the floor.

"what'd she just tell you?" and when he gets no response, katsuki prods with a, "hah? answer me."

but the little boy only stamps his little feet and grunts out a furious, wordless sound that has katsuki's lip curling. you let out a heavy sigh, shaking your head at him before frowning down at the torn page in your hands, and then katsuki is planting a hand on the back of his son's head and steering him towards the front door.

"time to take a walk."

the boy goes, even though his arms are crossed and his eyes are downcast. he only resists once, as katsuki tries to shove his little feet into his shoes.

"i don't wanna." he mumbles, face scrunched and wet before promptly looking away.

"i didn't ask."

"hmm!"

katsuki has to resist the urge to pinch his own son.

they get out the door eventually, and the little boy stomps along for the most part, no longer needing a guiding hand on the back of his head once they get around the block a time or two. neither of them say anything.

fatherhood has taught katsuki a lot of things, which was expected, but the one thing that's surprised him is—he's learned all the things he doesn't want his son to be.

the first of them being angry. not the way katsuki was, mean and selfish, throughout his childhood; hateful and careless, in his teens; shut off and simmering, even now.

he waits until the tension has melted off his little shoulders, until his little face has dried and evened out. his arms swing at his sides, occasionally coming up to wipe his snot with the back of his hand, and he eyes the few wildflowers they pass with a little hum and a small smile.

katsuki tugs once on his ear, frowning down at the little brat when he peeks up at him. "that how you're supposed to treat your mama?"

he doesn't answer at first, leaning his head all the way back and clicking his tongue against the roof of his mouth, until katsuki stops walking. "no, sir."

"how you s'posed to treat her?"

"with love."

"how you s'posed to treat your toys?"

"with care."

"uh-huh," katsuki squishes his son's cheeks in his hand, shaking his head lightly from side to side until he starts giggling. "that how you acted today?"

"no, sir."

"that how y'r gonna act again?"

"no, sir."

"okay," katsuki murmurs, nodding once before letting him free. the little boy bounces on his feet and sucks on his lip, grinning when his tummy is pinched. "now pick those for your mama."

and he does, carefully plucking a small handful of flowers from the grass as they make their way back home, and just before he runs up the steps to the house, katsuki's little angel of a son hands him the biggest one.

[speench]

nsbu fans listen to me, listen, most of the cast hasn't had an Ify moment yet where they talk directly to their ?? alter egos?? and before we see dynamics unfold with other characters I need everyone to consider: Liv and Kingskin as unwilling father and his newfound ride or die child trope that is all

[t00thpasteface]

sorry for dissecting a narrative like an animal to reveal how all the muscles and bones flex and pull against each other as a unified whole with a predetermined niche it must fill within the cultural ecosystem as it interacts with other narrative-organisms. it will happen again