#i'm dipping my toes back in

[stilesscott]

[emziess]

I have seen pictures of time The frames still in motion Your mind is a stream of colors Extending beyond our sky

Steve Harrington + Slightly altered Lyrics from Light my Love - Greta Van Fleet & Credit for the picture frames

[hysterical-random-things]

Soundwave Superior Back when I decided I wanted to get back into drawing transformers and interacting with the fandom, I decided to start off with attempting Soundwave. Now that it's been a bit over a year since then, I figured i'd be fun to do a redraw of the piece and compare how I'd draw it now :> Comparison under the cut

[romanitas]

homesick (3/?)

summary: It's Annabeth's wedding day. She leaves the groom at the altar.

Or, the day she runs away for the last time and everything that follows.

chapter three:

She gets a call for an interview at an architecture firm in Freeport the morning Percy’s set to come over. It’s kind of an annoying commute, but she has to start somewhere. She could live outside the city, if she really needed to. Mostly she’s just glad to hear something from somewhere so quickly.  They hadn’t really made much in the way of plans beyond ‘Percy comes to Piper’s apartment,’ and she feels bad offering him food when it’s not her own, so Annabeth spends about ten minutes googling nearby restaurants and take out in case he’s hungry. She can pay for his meal. It’s the literal least she can do. She isn’t nervous about seeing him again.  Until she is. 

( read the rest on ao3 )

[livetogether--diealone]

MATTEO, ahead of the Davis Cup - Federtennis

[peaches2217]

Regarding a Certain Panda's Nightmares

AO3 Link!

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“I just… I keep having these nightmares, y’know? Real stupid stuff.” Po scoffed and tried to pass it off as a laugh, as if that alone could convince Tigress — maybe himself, too — that those dreams were as meaningless as he wished they were. “It’s always the same. Like… it’s snowing, but there’s fire everywhere, and I hear screaming all over the place, but I feel fine. I’m not cold if I touch the snow and I don’t burn if I touch the fire.”

The smile he gave Tigress was empty, and his eyes, though glancing between the cabinets, the table, and her, were somewhere on the other side of China.

A part of him truly did die there, she found herself thinking, though she forced the thought from her head at once. 

“That’s, uh, that’s usually all there is to it.” Po propped an elbow on the table in the unlit kitchen and rested his cheek on his fist, looking over Tigress’ shoulder at an ever-darkening nothing. “Sometimes it ends pretty quickly. Sometimes I see bodies and, uh, blood ‘n’ stuff. And sometimes I just hear the screaming, and then eventually I don’t hear anything anymore.” He shrugged. “But tonight’s the first time I actually…”

He swallowed heavily and tried half-heartedly to hide it behind his cup of tea. It was still full, but it had long since gone cold.

Tigress glanced down at his paw as he set it back on the table. His claws had grown out. Nothing drastic, and nowhere near as sharp as hers, but the usually blunted tips were reaching a point. He used the tip of his index claw to trace meaningless patterns into the birch.

“She, uh… she recognized me. Called me her little lotus flower. Said I’d gotten so big. But it was like, right in the middle of the, uh… the attack. So that was weird.”

Po looked down at his teacup, maybe observing his reflection in the cooled liquid. He looked so tired. Not the kind of tired brought about by a single sleepless night; no, this was just one of many in the past three weeks. 

“Tried telling her to run. Tried getting her to run with me, y’know, but… she said that, uh, well, my story didn’t have a happy beginning, but she was… uh, she was happy with the way hers ended. Told me she was proud of me. Then I woke up.” He blinked a few times, then his shoulders lifted, like his departed soul was returning to his body. “Just a real stupid dream, y’know? Borderline wish fulfillment. I mean, who would say something like that, right? I know she wouldn’t say that.”

“Do you?”

“I don’t know, but like… how do you die and then say you’re okay with it? I wouldn’t be okay with dying like that, especially if it was because…"

And his eyes grew glossy again, going someplace that Tigress, try though she might, couldn’t reach.

“Y’know, I-I don’t know how many… I mean, dozens? Hundreds, thousands? However many, it’s too many. And they’re all, uh, they’re all dead.” Po smacked his lips and shrugged again. “Because of me.”

“Po. You were a child. Nothing you could have done would have stopped it.” 

Tigress kept her voice low, in part to ensure she didn’t wake their teammates sleeping just a few rooms over, and in part so that he didn’t startle and back down. Any semblance of judgment or any suggestion that he had upset her with his words, and Po would apologize and thank her for listening and go back to his room to feign sleep until the morning gong rung. 

For someone so hell-bent on being open and friendly with everyone he met, he was fiercely self-reliant. That much they at least had in common.

“Well,” and Po smiled ruefully as he spoke, “maybe if I was never born…”

Tigress bit her tongue so sharply she tasted blood, because that was all she could do to keep from shutting him down. No, scolding him for such harmful thoughts would get them nowhere, not yet, not right now. “You think things might be different then?” she ventured instead.

“Can’t wipe out all the pandas if you never get told a panda’s gonna kick your butt one day. And that can’t happen if the panda who’s supposed to kick your butt doesn’t exist.”

Tigress averted her gaze to the tabletop as well, breathing as deeply and steadily as her cracked ribs would allow. Though Po had always, to some extent, carried feelings of resentment towards himself, they had never run this deep.

Or if they had, he’d simply never told her. Tigress preferred to think the former was the truth.

“Fate works in odd ways,” she said at last, slowly, thinking and then re-thinking each word before they left her mouth. “We can’t stop it, and we can’t control it. I’m inclined to believe that your absence wouldn’t have changed anything.”

For a moment, Po didn’t respond, just kept staring blankly at the table. Were it not for the minute shifting of his eyes, Tigress would have thought he hadn’t heard her.

“...you think?” Something in the way he asked it, maybe the way his voice fluttered or his brows lifted and scrunched, suggested that he was really considering her words. That was a good sign, at least.

“If it wasn’t you, it would have been someone else.”

“But it wouldn’t have been me.”

“People would still be dead, but the Valley wouldn’t have its Dragon Warrior. That would just ensure even more deaths.”

“Maybe the other panda woulda been the Dragon Warrior. Beat Tai Lung, brought peace, kept everyone safe.”

“But we’ll never know, will we? Because you were born, and this life is yours alone.” 

At that, Po nodded, though his face betrayed his despondency. 

I wouldn’t be okay with dying like that, he’d said only minutes earlier. But Tigress knew better. If given no other option, he’d happily die to protect others, especially the ones he held dear.

A tickle in the back of her throat made her cough, lightly, but enough to send a sharp pain through her chest.

A death wish in exchange for the safety and happiness of their loved ones. That was something else they had in common, for sure.

“For what it’s worth…” Tigress mulled over her thoughts for a brief moment. Would someone just like him have come along had he never entered the world? Perhaps. Perhaps the days at the Jade Palace would still be made lighter, and perhaps the meals they shared would still be just as flavorful, and perhaps she would still have found comfort and joy when she had long since given up on such things being part of her life.

But it would still be a world without Po. And such a world was a world Tigress didn’t want to think about, much less be a part of.

“I’m glad that you were born,” was what she finally decided on. “And I know for a fact I’m only one of many who feels that way.”

Po smiled down at his paws. It was small, barely enough to be called a smile, really. But it was warm, genuine, almost alien yet achingly familiar.

“I’m… I’m glad you were born too.”

At that, Tigress smiled in turn.

They didn’t really say much after that. They sat in shared silence until the darkness lightened with the impending dawn, at which point Tigress suggested they at least try to rest, if only for an hour or so. And though these all-nighters had become routine over the past weeks, when Po bid Tigress a good night (“Er, uh— good morning, early morning, I guess”) and ducked his head in thanks, she noticed he looked less tired than he had since they’d returned to the Valley.

It wasn’t some miraculous recovery. But little by little, her best friend was returning.

The thought dulled the pain of her broken bones and quieted her racing thoughts, and it made an hour of sleep feel like a slow and blissful eternity.

[aceghostsarchive]

Rooney Shepard (They/Them)/Yorinobu Arasaka Screenshots (22/X)

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[kehlani]

Bad News - Kehlani (2020)

[rapmonjoon94]

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Mirror Mirror- 5.1K Smut

How To Train Your Human- 18k smut dragon shifter Joon

Kim Seokjin

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Desire (feat Taehyung) 10k words, threesome smut

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Desire (feat Jimin) 10k words, threesome smut

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[chocobito]

2024 art summary! ✨✨

See you all next year!!!

[summertaters]

Oh my gosh!! I’m gone for a week and you make a years worth of wonderful things?!? Thank you so much!!! The angst, the fluff, the humour!! It’s all so goood I don’t know which one’s my favourite!!

I love more unhinged Hinata content, she’s such a little menace 😭😭 She would totally be the kid that has lured some kind of creature into her room that eventually multiplies 😂 Kacchako has to watch her like a hawk for sure

The soft doodles with silly faces mixed in always makes me smile. The range on your art from sweet gentleness to ugly goblin expressions is always amazing and I love it so very much!!

Villian Uravity is always such a fun concept, did you have any ideas about what lead her to this point or was it just pretty inspired by Arcane? I love the implication that she’s lifting up massive amounts of the Earth, her quirk has the potential to be so dangerous on a grand scale

I love the consistent return of your costume redesigns!! It makes me so happy to see your style and ideas incorporated into the little sketches and doodles you do. So glad you explored it more, it’s still one of my favourite redesigns!!

Sorry about the little ramble and I hope you’re doing well too!! 💜💜

Have a sweet kacchako doodle, anon~ You deserve it!

I think they'd eventually have to give in to Hinata's feral-ness on some level, and get her some kind of pet. I'm thinking a pair of rats, or mice, haha. Or maybe she'd find a stray animal that just keeps coming back.

Katsuki would be the most opposed to adopting it, but would eventually accept their new family member. He'd be the dad that says he doesn't want a pet, then have that pet favour him, and vice versa, LOL.

I have ideas rattling in my head about how/why she'd be acting villainous, but, you may just have to wait to get more info... Ehe!

But, YES. She has so much potential danger if she wielded her quirk for bad. I love playing with AUs, and 'what ifs'. I'm glad you enjoy when I play around with things!

Thank you anon(s) for all of your wonderful messages, comments, and compliments. I haven't had much time, or energy lately to respond to all of them, even though I want to! (I will try to eventually respond to them all eventually as I LOVE engaging with y'all)

Your messages always brighten my day, and I love your rambles! (Hello, fellow rambler here~)

[rockitmans]

*shuffles sheepishly into the room six weeks later*

Well hello hello hello. I'm here. I'm queer. I'm covered in blood. Metaphorically speaking.

I had a very fanfiction moment where I took a guy I met at a stag do to a wedding (unrelated wedding) just as a friend and then we ended up near enough shacking up for three weeks. And now we've merrily gone our separate ways, richer for having known each other. And more sore.

I was tagged by @forabeatofadrum as ever. Thank you my darling. I was also tagged by @shame-is-a-wasted-emotion at some point. And also possibly @bitbybitwrites.

I have been doing a little bit of writing. I'm still working on my straight!Blaine fake dating story. Progress is slow but I'm just being chill about it.

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"Is this why you were always so into butt stuff?" Holly demands after a moment.

Blaine freezes. Kurt makes a noise halfway between a laugh and a wheeze. Blaine wonders if it's possible to just spontaneously combust. Being questioned by his ex about his sexual proclivities in a busy cafe in front of his best friend/fake boyfriend as of five seconds ago. Perfect. He swallows noisily.

"Butt stuff has nothing to do with it," he says as sagely as he can manage.

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Tagging whoever wants to do it! I'm out of the loop 😬

[science-lings]

I used to not like batman bc he was the epitome of dudebro edgy comic guy, like a Deadpool fan but like... Worse, but after Pattinson turned him into an awkward antisocial pathetic man I have come to reconsider.

I think he's fun as long as he's not this hypermasculine grumpy man and instead a guy that writes goth poetry and wears so much eyeliner that he looks like a raccoon and hates talking to people so he just stands around threateningly barely saying anything, and also he's a dad who grew up almost completely in a mansion after experiencing major trauma who chronically adopts fucked up kids and teaches them how to throw a punch. I think that is cool. Like he's still so emotionally repressed but he loves his kids and it's messy but ultimately he's good. People just think he's secretly a vampire or a demon but he's really just a college dropout with several unidentifiable issues and one of them is Too Much Money.

[ana-cantskywalker]

Alright Milevens, serious question here.

What music artists/ songs would Mike and El bond over. Like what songs would both of them like? Modern and 80s, I'm writing an AU and I am awful at deducing what music tastes characters would have except in specific cases (ie: it is revealed to me via a dream at two a.m. and I just roll with it because it is accurate)

[mistythedritten]

The final chapter

over a year later and with a 68 page document, my first co-authored fic is finished.

thank you to everyone who read and kudos and commented. can't wait to see what the new year brings us all!

[delucadarling]

The pysical affection prompts -- reaching out with their hand without saying anything, wanting the other one to grab it + Mason and Barbie? Only if you like!

Working with vampires means working outside her comfort zone, Barbie has found. She prefers a warmly lit room with minimal clutter, plenty of pens, her organizer filled with fresh paper, and maybe some gentle, instrumental music. No other distractions. Nothing to do but focus on her work.

These days she finds herself tromping through the damp, dark, and cold woods more and more often. A cool breeze, a sign of the quickly approaching Autumn, bounds through the air, ruffling her ponytail and sliding down the back of her jacket. At least Mason shudders at the same moment she does.

Despite the chill in the air, it's clear he doesn't mind the rest of their mission tonight. He walks through the dirt and undergrowth like he barely notices, silent as the fog that lingers around them.

Together they step through a patch of moonlight breaking through the canopy of leaves above them. The silver light makes Mason glow, kissing his cheekbones, the bridge of his nose, his broad chest--

A short gasp escapes her as another damned root grabs at her not-yet-broken-in hiking boot. She stumbles, but manages to catch herself just fine. Irritation distracts her for the next stretch of their walk, until the back of Mason's hand brushes hers.

"Sorry," she says. It's happened a few times now, mostly due to the narrow path and her inability to see very well. Mason huffs, then his hand brushes hers again.

Oh. She squints at him in the dark, but he's looking dead ahead still. Not quite ignoring her, but certainly avoiding meeting her eye. Stretching her fingers out, she finds his hand. He turns his palm, allowing her to tangle their fingers together.

Letting Mason lead her like this makes the walk much easier. His thumb drawing over her first knuckle makes it much, much harder.