#i thought about today and suddenly

[iqmmir]

I couldn't sleep

[anghraine]

I'm probably going to regret this, but:

It is 100% true that people can, and should, denounce Israel's horrifying atrocities without being antisemitic. Unfortunately, it's also true that the people who are the loudest about the fact tend to immediately follow it up with something that makes me think, "people can denounce Israel's crimes without being antisemitic, but you sure haven't managed it."

[moregraceful]

It feels like getting pulled underwater—the sharp sideways tug, the slight drag of resistance, then falling, falling, till the waves close over his head. But Logan can breathe when he rights himself again, even if the light has a watery filter to it and the voices have a distant echo. // Sometimes Logan gets a glimpse of guys who've been long gone from the teal, clustered at the far end of the bench or sitting in the box across the ice. He heard Jason's voice in the hallway loud and clear, that infectious laugh. And he could have sworn he saw Raffi fucking Torres getting out of a car in the players' lot. Something tells him not to look up the rosters.

Commissioned @impmakesart to make a painting based on the Sharks' Cali Fin hype reel + the flip side by frausorge. Imp was amazing to work with and I could not be more emotional about this piece and so, so pleased with how it turned out!! 🙇🏻‍♂️🙇🏻‍♂️ Commission him here. Thank you Imp!

[crybaby-bkg]

Bakugou hates this fucking time of year. Mainly because of the cold and dreary weather, but also because of the holidays and the upcoming expectations of and from him. He’s a damn good gift giver—when he wants to be, and only because he listens, also when he wants to—but the part he hates the most about it?

Gift wrapping. It’s a damn obligation from hell. He’d rather go out and buy all the gift boxes and bags and bows and shit before he’d ever wrap a gift. Maybe he hates it because he’s not automatically good at it, maybe he hates it because it’s just fucking stupid and useless if you’re just gonna tear through the wrapping paper anyway!

But he does it, for you and only you. Only because you came home at the beginning of the month with armfuls of wrapping paper and bows and gift tags and tissue paper and—and too much red and green and white. You’re so excited, and he can’t deny how cute you look sticking your tongue out when you cut the wrapping paper around the gift you got for Mina.

He stares at the present he brought you months in advance, wonders what’s so hard about wrapping a tiny little velvet box? And discovers his hatred all over again for wrapping paper and tape and shear scissors and dumb sticky bows. But the face you make at him? When he hands you the hand wrapped gift hidden under the tree on a horrendously cold morning?

It makes him warmer inside than he cares to admit. You don’t make fun of his wrapping skills or how there’s too much tape and that one hole he made in it when he gripped it too hard. You only grin at him, tear into the gift with haste, whisper about how nice it is to get some hand wrapped from him knowing how much he hated it. But maybe—maybe he doesn’t hate it so much now. Not if it gets this reaction out of you every time.

[kravicle]

seward's introduction of van helsing, and VH's first letter, is much more... effusive than i remember it.

[anothermonikan]

I should probably draw more canon complacent GabV1el stuff but I do think it's cute when they cuddle and go on little funny dates sorry. Yeah I know their whole thing is fighting and whatever but. machine and angel kisssy?? ever consider that??

[god-of-this-new-blog]

Know better next time

[notabuddhist]

good morning from my room in my rents' house where i relocated to after 11pm with the help of my sister because i absolutely flipped my shit when i heard something scurrying across the floor of my room last night.

[rin-hanarin]

Sometimes I realize how much self-indulgent dirkjohn I made and it's like. Genuinely impressive to me. I'm impressed by my own art/fic and even analysis posts because damn, I miss my own energy, you mean I was able to just make shit up because I tend to be a little bit bonkers when I'm really passionate about something? For real?

[holdinbacksecrets]

it’s friday 💫

[goldensunset]

pla was like hey what if you got sent back in time to a world where a bunch of people hate you for existing and think you must be evil and force you to perform herculean tasks daily just to be tolerated except there’s this one guy who seems to genuinely like you and he thinks it’s really cool that you’re an outsider from another world and he’s there for you in your worst moment when no one else is brave enough to help and then later after it’s all been resolved you find out that this entire mess was his fault in the first place he’s the reason that you’re here he’s the reason that the world was ending and you got blamed for all of that and he turns on you suddenly and reveals he was just using you to achieve his own selfish goal and after you put a stop to him he curses you for being an outsider sent here just to stop him and now suddenly he genuinely hates you more than anyone else because it has dawned on him that you are the epitome of all that he wishes he could be

[babyrunsforfanfic]

New Years Kiss | s.h.

summary: in which you kiss a stranger on nye

steve harrington x fem!reader

warnings/tags: fluff, meet-cutes at a party, badly written kissing scene, mentions alcohol drinking i mean they meet at a party it happens ok, reader bought a building in hawkins to turn into a bakery but i barely mention it, they share a piece of gum while kissing ok that may gross some of y’all out idk ok just a warning, there’s poteintial for a pt 2

wc: 990ish

•••

you weren’t sure why you even attended tommy hagan’s traditional new year’s eve party. it had been something he’d been throwing before you even moved to hawkins; since the seventh grade according to what his girlfriend, carol perkins, had told you.

you’d only been in the small town of hawkins, indiana for less than a week— literally arriving the day after christmas.

you wanted a fresh start, a clean slate if you will.

so, in all your infinite wisdom- you purchased an empty business space, planning to turn it into a local bakery/coffeeshop. it’d take some work, a lot of work actually- but you were excited.

in any event, moving to hawkins had caused enough of a stir in the local townsfolk that you’d managed your way into hagan’s invite list. which, is how you’d ended up perched on tommy’s patio, a cup of warm beer pressed to your lips.

you took a slow sip, eyes wide as you took in the people outside- all crowding around a radio that was gearing up to start the countdown. several other people were setting up small sparklers, as well as passing out glow sticks to anyone who walked too close.

“hey there,” a soft voice greeted from next to you, and you flinched as you turned your head. a man was grinning at you, in a soft looking red sweater, brown hair swept back. “shit, sorry- did i scare you?”

“no, fuck uh-” you laughed as you shook your head, offering the man a shy smile. “sorry i was a little zoned out there.”

“no worries,” he shrugged, before he nodded shyly to the concrete next to you. “can i join you?”

“yeah, free country ‘n all.” you took another sip of beer, feeling blood rush to the skin of your cheeks as you shook your head. “you from around here?”

“yeah, my whole life.” the man shrugged, sending you a fond-looking smile. you decided up close he was even more attractive, if that was even possible. his eyes were dark, several moles dotted his cheeks and neck, and he kept sweeping back that insufferable hair of his. “you though, you’re definitely not from around here.”

“and why’s that?” you cocked your head before you took another sip of beer, eyebrows raised slightly.

“because i would’ve definitely noticed you.” you let out a nervous giggle as you blinked up at the man, who grinned back down at you, before he leaned into your space and bumped his shoulder against yours. “y’know there’s this saying, on this holiday.”

“oh?” you curiously turned to him, pausing for a moment to sit your cup of beer down. “and what saying is that?”

“COUNTDOWN IS STARTING!” tommy hagan hollered, and you turned just in time to catch carol launching herself at him, and the boy swung her into his arms.

you turned back to the man next to you, cocking your head as he grinned.

“that you should kiss a stranger… for good luck and all.” he’d leaned closer, and you sucked in a sharp breath- his cologne heavy around you. it was strong, masculine, and you watched him pop the gum he had in his mouth.

“oh, is that right?” you murmured, tilting your head slightly- feeling his breath against your own lips. “good luck?”

“mhm,” he hummed, popping his gum again.

“FIVE!”

“well,” your voice was soft, and you let him curl his hand around your cheek. his thumb and pointer directed your face up, while the rest of his fingers curled against the back of your neck. “we can’t break a new year’s tradition, can we?”

“FOUR!”

he grinned at you, and tilted your chin up slightly- before he leaned in closer.

“THREE!”

“no, don’t think we can do that, sweet thing.” his voice was gruffer, and you licked your bottom lip as you blinked up at him.

“TWO!”

“no?” your voice was soft, and the man just grinned wide at you- and it was clear he was no longer nervous about this.

“ONE!”

“hm,” he hummed, before he leaned forward- and connected your lips to his.

“HAPPY NEW YEAR!”

whoever this was; he could fucking kiss.

he had you bowed to his body, hands directing and tugging your face higher so he could kiss you deeper. his tongue lapped at your bottom lip, running along the seam so he could try and pry your lips open. when you relented, his tongue quickly twisted with yours, and you couldn’t help the keen you let out into his mouth.

he chuckled against you, teeth matching with teeth, and you were both suddenly laughing into each other’s mouths. he tilted your face higher then, using the hands he had on your face in a casual force of dominance that caused you to clench your thighs together. his lips were back on yours, softer maybe, but his tongue still slid into your mouth when you relaxed your jaw slightly.

when you pulled back, you had a piece of mint gum in your mouth- and you popped it against your teeth. the man grinned at you as he leaned forward again, pressing a softer kiss to your lips.

“steve, my name’s steve.” steve murmured into your mouth, and you repeated your name back; nodding when he said it back to you.

“steve.” you murmured, and you leaned forward to press a soft kiss to his mouth. “like it.”

“oh you’re gonna be fun, aren’t you?” steve’s voice was gentle, and you dipped your head in a shy nod, which granted you a soft chuckle that fell from steve’s lips. “yeah?”

“maybe, maybe not.” you shrugged, and steve shook his head fondly as he rubbed his thumb against your cheek.

“god am i looking forward to this fucking year.” was all steve said, and you cocked your head slightly in question.

“what do you mean by that?”

steve responded by pressing his mouth to yours.

[blupengu]

Diego in the series finale

[drawnecromancy]

There's been plenty of slop shit books containing sex before now and there will be plenty of slop shit books containing sex in the future. I don't see what's wrong with it.

[iwakuraz]

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[keeps-ache]

i have my glasses now!! here are some things:

saw my mother clearly and almost cried

saw the parking lot and the sky and a tree and forgot to breath for a second

was so enamored with the Sky i tripped over a curb

the stars. oh my god the stars