#i haven't forgotten you guys

[seeingivy]

anyways. my nostrils have opened up. here are some method acting asks.

as tall as you, anon 💌

but no, I guess I would just say shorter than him? I know ALLEGEDLY that king eren jaeger is 6'0 and i'm not going to lie I do imagine myself as y/n when I write sometimes (but also don't) and i'm 5'2 so I do think I might subtely mention that she's shorter than him by saying stuff like he looks down at her to make eye contact and stuff.

correct. he would also eat as benoit blanc in knives out and u KNOWWW aot cast would be in something like knives out.

fancast time:

I mentioned somewhere that method acting sasha is POC (which is why she doesn't get as much attention, isn't viewed as pretty as counterparts, etc.)

which technically, y/n is written as poc too bc I am poc LOL but I tried to make that more subtle bc I know it might make it less self insert but whatever

that being said

sasha is marta. erwin is ransom. joni is historia and jamie lee curtis is carla LMAFO

DUDDEEE I really agree that I think a lot about future method acting/epilogue method acting (which is basiaclly just the last chapter btw) and I think so much about how really after it's all dead and done the only thing that would really haunt y/n is marco

like she gets to have her cake and eat it too (kind of. but more on that later.) and get her career and the guy but like....

he is dead. he is not coming back. it is her fault that she didn't talk to him for two years AND he reached out. so. correct. she would write so many songs about him.

HELL YEAH IT IS. oh my god I literally said this to katie but literally if. ymir was a singer she WOULD be singing that historia IDGAF!!!!

thank YOU SOOOOO MUCH. I was worried people might think that song choice is lame but it made so much sense to me im so happy people loved it.

trying to think of spoilers for the chapter?? here are some random spoilers for the end cuz in my head these are all like one chapter lowkey:

snl host eren REDACTED jaeger with musical guest y/n l/n REDACTED

take your cat to an aquarium

cry over a haircut because IT MEANS HE REMEMBERS.

he laughs at all my jokes and he says i'm so american

getting blacklisted.

[ant1quarian]

Stares at The Depth of Love.

Okay but consider what if on one area of the planet I gave them absolutely massive waves. Like solid sky-high waves?

Because the area there is only like a foot or so deep so absolutely gigantic waves form there at a certain time of year.

[engagemachine]

i did not know Validation until a random teenage girl came up to me in the store today and told me I was pretty

PLS

i'm melting

[teastainedprose]

Mark You Pretty (Homelander x Reader)

My brain saw this post and ran with it. Homelander bruises you. 13k words, Homelander x GN!reader (Warnings for bruising, mild Sadism/masochistic play)

The first time Homelander bruises you, it's an honest mistake. He didn't mean to grab you that hard. Not really. Sometimes Homelander forgets how delicate normal people can be. It had been a reflexive thing, snatching you about the arm just above your wrist as you reach over him to gather up the handouts from the meeting.

"Leave it," Homelander mutters with eyes still fixated on the stack of papers set before him, gloves creaking as he briefly tightens his grip on your arm before releasing you. The small gasp you make as you withdraw doesn't penetrate his concentration. He doesn't notice how you rub at your arm, expression pinching up while stepping away. You're another faceless worker bee and Homelander has no time for you. The meeting is over and you shuffle out with the other nameless non-supe Vought employees. His attention is back to the paperwork in front of him, mind buzzing on how to handle the downswing in public opinion on The Seven. You're forgotten as Homelander turns back to the task of being Homelander.

He doesn't even register that he hurt you until the next day. It's the top you're wearing that does it. Long sleeved and out of season, which draws his attention to you for the second time this week. He registers the blooming bruise peeking out from under your sleeve when you bend over to offer handouts about the table. He blinks, clocking the imprint as a mirror of his gloved grip. There's no guilt associated with this realization, simply an understanding of the connection. He did that to you. Homelander marred your pretty skin with a bloom of purple where he grabbed you. Suddenly, it's satisfaction that's coiling in his gut. He likes how you wear his mark.

For better or worse, now he notices you.

Homelander lets his eyes wander up your arm, snagging briefly on your ample chest before flicking across your face. You instantly look away, unable or unwilling to meet his gaze. Cute. He smirks as he takes you in. You're a charming enough little thing. A bit too skittish for his taste, but the bruise he left on you keeps drawing Homelander's eyes back over and over again.

For the entirety of the meeting, Homelander lets his attention wander to you while his eyes roam your form. He's shameless with the ogling and never looks away when you catch him at it. No, he's only further pleased by it. He makes sure to catch your eye as his lips curl up and part slightly, his tongue poking at the corner of his mouth. That gets a blush across your cheeks and you're quick to break eye contact. This only amuses Homelander further and galvanizes him to find further ways to unsettle you throughout the meeting. You are his distraction to make this presentation a little less dull.

The meeting ends and Homelander puts you from his mind once more as soon as you walk out the conference room doors. You're nothing but a passing amusement, something to play with at the next meeting perhaps. He's already letting the image of your blush and the bruise he left on your skin fade from his thoughts before something catches in Homelander's ear later that day as he strides down the hallway.

There are many curious sounds within Vought Tower and Homelander has heard plenty. People whispering secrets across phone lines and into ears. Muffled moans of employees sneaking off to empty conference rooms or even broom closets for salacious rendezvous. The one that catches him now? It's soft, more a quiet exhale with a moan undercutting the sound. He blinks, pausing to look towards where the sound came from. It's your office Homelander finds himself standing outside as he cocks his head to the side. He watches you as you sit at your desk, clearly not thinking yourself observed. X-ray vision lets him watch as you press two fingers into the bruise he left on you, teeth sinking into your bottom lip to hold back that noise. You moan again all the same, your enjoyment evident as your face twists into a brief flash of pleasure.

Oh, isn't that interesting?

Now Homelander's fascination with you ignites. His eyes seek yours constantly throughout every business meeting the two of you find yourselves in now. He's prone to stepping too close and invading your personal space whenever Homelander comes across you, which has jumped in frequency. He even has the gall to hook his pinky on the sleeve of your shirt one day, tugging it up enough to check if the bruise is still there. By then the purple has faded to a duller, splotchy green. His mark is almost gone and Homelander finds he doesn't like that one bit.

The second time Homelander bruises you, it is very intentional. 

He's bolder the second week. Homelander deliberately holds you back after one meeting with a flimsy excuse. Those massive doors ominously shutting close after everyone else has filed out. Now you're trapped inside the conference room with him. It makes your pulse skitter with terror, which is an utter delight to Homelander. He can smell the fear off of you. A heady scent that stirs a primal need within him because it's mingled with your arousal as well. That fact alone has a smirk on Homelander's lips as he approaches you, hands clasped behind his back and under his cape as he leisurely strolls over. Normally, such posture would be non-threatening but on Homelander it's anything but.

It's a terrifying sight yet compelling. Homelander is ever the perfect superhero in looks. Vought's true golden boy that you and countless others privately swoon over in the break room despite his reputation. yet even you have learned that Homelander isn't the squeaky clean supe he's portrayed as. The looming trial only adds further credit to the rumors that circulate about him. Still, it's thrilling, and you may be a little too into the danger Homelander represents. You can't help the anticipation coiling in your belly as you watch him stalk closer.

He traps you there against the wall, shifting as he places a palm flat against it. You stare at his chest as Homelander slides his hand down, lifting it to cup your chin to tilt your gaze up to meet his own. "Er, you wanted to talk sir?" You manage to push the words out, flushing at the tremor in your voice. He smiles and those too sharp canines flash. You shiver, eyes wide as you meet the clear blue of his gaze.

"You bruise easily, don't you?" Homelander muses, his hand on your chin shifting to stroke down your cheek before moving to your neck. Electric heat shoots up your spine from the chaste caress, the leather of his gloves smooth against your skin. His fingers curl around your throat as you feel his thumb ghost over your pulse point. Your breath hitches at the subtle threat but then he's sliding his hand down to tighten his fingers about your shoulder. Homelander digs his thumb in just below your collarbone to the point of pain as he watches you intently.

You hiss in response, eyes squeezing shut before you huff out a sound. It’s not a pained noise. An echo of the sound he’d heard by chance last week. He eases up, a knowing look on his face as you open your eyes again.The scent of your fear lesses, while your arousal fills his nostrils. You like the pain. He smirks all the wider while leaning in to ghost his lips over your cheek. 

"I didn't mean to hurt you." Homelander rumbles out, breath a hot caress against your skin. For the other day or just now? You don't know which he's apologizing for and there's not much time to ponder over that because Homelander's lips are against your own in the next breath.

His mouth against your is Homelander's sort of apology, more for him than you but you enjoy it all the same.

[urghblergh]

Tailoring clothes is an intimate business. ✨

[masterashomon]

It didn't hurt.

[blessyouhawkeye]

love seeing people compare daniel craig as james bond vs benoit blanc as if he wasn't canonically gay in both roles

[weirdlybeans]

take this old hotchgan sketch as an apology for not posting any cm fanart lately

[oneluckydragon]

So I decided to spin the wheel by @onefey since I saw so many mutuals getting really cute PMD Teams.

Meet hero Lucky (Girafarig) and partner Biggs (Wimpod). Never in my life have I considered a Girafarig as my potential PMD-sona but here we are despite it all. Even though I was skeptical at first I am now in permanent love.

Gotta think of an Exploration Team name now... hm.

[kiose]

See, guys? I do know how to draw 👌 (?) I was watching a video with people taking selfies together and my brain said, you know who else should take selfies together? Believe that my life mission is to make Big Mighty Champion Nemona blush as much as she possibly can 💪💪💪

PS: I know the phones can float, but it didn't look as cool with a floating phone 😔 *Bonus drawings under the cut

A candid Behind the Scenes pic of how the original picture happened hahaha

Aaaaaand this happened literal seconds after the pic was taken :P

[kalihoffs]

Feyre, Nuala and Cerridwen

[godisasimp]

hey mihoyo

where is she locked up and why

[luxurysystems]

Liberty City, 2008. 20 years after Irwin and Ted parted ways.

[scarletgray]

[carnivorous-arboretum]

oc refs, clothed this time :P

[lupismaris]

Sometimes self care is having a very stern talking to with the wounded scared parts of yourself that don't want to do the hard and difficult things and reminding them that nothing will get better if the hard and difficult things aren't even attempted

And then as a reward you promise to buy those wounded parts of yourself an entirely hot pink/pastel pink practice set if they agree to do the work required, as a little treat