#im emotional your honor

[lunamarvels]

Captain America: The Winter Soldier (2014)

Forever my favourite character 🖤💥

Thunderbolts* (2025)

[candlewick-corporation]

🎶 owo

Ok ur getting 2!

send 🎶 for a song that reminds me of your muse

Fish in a birdcage

(For early in life, softly implies she and roman knew eachother before academy)

I'm a fish inside a birdcage.

My brother always sings me songs,

With his beak, he tries to soothe me.

He makes me feel that I belong.

He has a wild imagination and tells me things that must be true.

Like there's a world where I can take flight, where I can freely move.

So carry me from these walls, Brother of mine.

Show me the world outside.

.·͙̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥̩̩̥͙　✩　̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥̩̩͙‧͙ .

Glowing by the Oh Hellos

Well, you'll stand like you stood as a babe

Tugging at the houseplants all on your own

Honest and truly.

You'll rise like land pulled up at the sound

Of some strange commandment.

A moon alight, reflecting fully

And I guess it would feel like rebirth out of some kind of dying

To see yourself so glowing.

[whumpypepsigal]

That you mean everything to me I love you deeply, Rose.

[samsheughan]

Sam Heughan ↳ Gold Derby | Hublander -> February 27, 2024

[jaxyapsalot]

Sometimes I'm worried that one day SFTH are gonna outgrow us (queer ppl both in the sense of gay and/or weird) as an audience and then they put out a video abt ancient tampon rituals and silly self referential jokes and I remember that they too are weird ass little fuckers /pos

[sacredfixation]

Loki fixes his jacket, Mobius doesn't look, and I fall apart

I was in the midst of making a thirst edit for loki, I was just admiring loki being unfairly attractive when I ended with anything but a thirst edit and got emotionally devastated instead.

I refer to that little moment of Loki straightening himself out. First, when he's trying to find his footing at the TVA. When he first puts on his jacket, its this smooth, practiced motion, he sweeps that hair back, adjusts his lapels, chin up, like he's slipping into a role, trying to play along, trying to present himself as someone in control even though he is anything but.

And mobius, watching him, already amused, interested.. and Loki sees that, clocks it, gives that tiny little 'oh you like this?' smile.

Then cut to Dons timeline and tell me why Loki does the exact same motion, only this time, its hesitant. In the TVA it was almost performative, like he was trying to present himself well.

But Dons timeline? its more tentative, like he's nervous, like he wants to get it right.. Because now it isn't just some TVA game. This is Mobius, living a quiet human life that Loki isn't apart of. Its almost like Loki's bracing himself before stepping back into something he knows he can't stay in.

And Mobius-Don- god. Mobius doesn't clock it this time. Because this isn't that kind of story anymore. Theres no knowing little smirk, no teasing remark- just Don, squinting at Loki like a stranger.

Its the tragedy of the saddest little muscle memory. The way Loki's hands move before he could ever even realise why. Because once upon a time, in a place that doesn't exist anymore, he did this exact thing. He straightened his jacket, swept his hair back and looked up- and Mobius was there.

Watching him. noticing him. Seeing him.

Mobius doesn't see him this time. Not in the way he used to. And yet, Loki straightens his jacket. Because some part of Loki remembers what it was like to be looked at by him.

[kharti-old]

When I started writing Hold My Interest, the only thought I had was "Dom Robotnik putting sub Stone in Situations". I genuinely had no expectation of writing a 40k+ word journey of emotions and falling in love.

[just-null]

I WANT TO WISH U A HAPPY NY🎉🎄!! (now in my country they celebrate🥲)I'M GLAD TO MEET UR BLOG. THIS IS THE CUTEST N MOST WONDERFUL BLOG. I very rarely see creativity with our sweet Nori!! But when I saw your blog, I was so happy!! I hope that in the future the blog will develop and thnq, dear froggy, for pleasing our eyes!!😭😭😭💗💗YOU'RE THE SUN & THE CHARM!!(◡‿◡✿)

*sorry for my strange english, I have problems w/ it 😞*

HAPPY END OF YEAR TO ALL OF YOU

Your english is lovely, dw. tysm for finding my cult in this corner and liking what you found! Also for reminding me today is the last day of the year (my time)

aint no fucking way am i gonna allow this cult having more depictions of me than Noritoshi fucking Kamo. So i present to you, my beloved cult members, a bunch of doodles i have of Noritoshi.

there is no particular order

[tremendously-crazy]

Relationship envy except I envy the bond between iconic fictional characters Sherlock Holmes and Dr. Watson

[livelovecaliforniadreams]

#Just You Wait Kid

+Bonus

[sharksandjays]

Alright here we go, another ramble. (I'm gonna be known for these by now aksdj)

This time it's about the OG four. So as I was thinking about them today I really thought about how much of a connection they have compared to their connection with Lloyd, Nya, etc.

(Now look, this ramble has no hate towards them, in fact, I think that Lloyd, Nya, and Pixal have their own little mini family dynamic going on that I absolutely adore!)

But as I was thinking about It I realized it was because its true. They do have more of a connection, because they have more of a history. Especially with the OG 3, they had known eachother for a while (the timing is debated but I personally think years) before Kai and his sister were introduced, and whenever they were, Kai was accepted almost immediately. Those four were raised together in a confined space, trained together, and went on missions together. Of course they'd be tight knit! Nya was with them, yes, but in the show they hardly interacted (evident with the fact they didnt notice she was the samurai) and she had her own room while they all slept in one. She would also usually hang back on missions, usually alongside lloyd whenever he finally joined the group.

Those four definitely have a real connection, and I think in a way it could be power based. You see, the element of Creation used to be encompassed in a single person, Master Wu. I'm not necessarily sure how, but I perosnally believe that Wu seperated his power as a teen and hid it within 4 individuals, similar to what he did to the golden weapons. (this is why we rarely see him use his powers now, and when we do theyre very small scale.) But because of this, these four people would naturally be drawn together! Their elements crave connection, creation. We see this with the fact the tornado of creation can exist, its literally the connection of their elements.

They are soulmates, all four of them. This isnt polyninja agenda (or is it) its just facts. Lloyd is their baby brother, Nya is their little sister/soulmate, Pixal is a welcome part of the family, etc. But these four are what started the show, what made the ninja ninja. That's why i appreciated Hunted so much. We saw them just being them four again, their relationship and interactions with just eachother, something we rarely see nowadays with ninjago's obsession with them and girls.

I dont like to phrase it as a "boy club" that Nya phrases it as in skybound. I just think its what happens when you stick four little kids together in a confined space and raise them like that. They just tend to connect on a deeper level than those around them.

Anyways. OG Four Soulmates Agenda.

[liakunemui]

"We should have taken more pictures together."

"We should have taken better ones."

Some of my favorite details are, of course, the bedrockbros at the bottom left. And the L'manberg sticker purposefully slashed. Then on the top right is most likely an image of a young Wilbur with Phil's crows, (always a sprinkle of sbi) so it looks older than the rest. The state of the photos depend on the time they were taken. (yes)

I think I drew this around december of 2022. It still remains to be one of my favorites.

"We should have taken more pictures together." Tommy said. I wish we had more time.

"We should have taken better ones." Wilbur replied. I wish we could've been better to each other.

[mrinafria]

Marriagecore SolJae.

New parents SolJae.

Im Sol struggling with the baby, and Seon Jae coming in to save his Sol-ah (because she's already done more than he could ask for by agreeing to date him, love him, be with him, marry him and have babies with him). Seon Jae the appa coming in after having thoroughly read and researched parenting books, how-tos, tutorials, attending workshops and seminars, talking to as many parents as possible, joining group chats for new parents across all social media, just so he could learn how to hold their baby, calm the baby down and take care of their baby and maybe flex his knowledge before Im Sol trying to look cool because loserism is a chronic illness.

Seon Jae striking a conversation with other parents/eavesdropping during shoots, events, social settings etc. while others are talking to learn more about baby poopoo and what is healthy or not.

Im Sol just being done with these TWO babies but also ready to headbutt anyone anywhere if they dare hurt either of them.

Look at the hint of smile on Woo Seok's face. These two knew exactly what they were doing in this scene.

Something tells me the show did this so they could cop out of showing SolJae babies for real because we only have ONE episode left. Let me be wrong please T_T

[because-she-goes]

bfaifl my beloved <333

[ivoryratdoggerythethird]

reading dazai, chuuya, age fifteen for the first time finally and now i'm just mad i didn't read it earlier like

first of all why does this have the best first chapter of all time ever like this french waiter lookin ass nameless grunt looks like he smakes cigars and shotguns with hiroutsu tell me i'm wrong you can't

and chuuya chuuya chuuya chuuya chUUYA OH MY BELOVED i am suddenly personally connected with dazai on a spiritual level because i too would become obsessed with this dude if he stomped on my face. i'm already obsessed without him stomping on my face.

ALSO WHY DOES NO ONE TALK ABOUT THIS WHY IS THE ENTIRE FANDOM SLEEPING ON THESE PANELS

"what's wrong? i'm just on my tippy toes" chuuya sweetie i am going to go fucking FERAL he's such a smug cat

ballerina chuuya agenda real

also

everyone else go home like i'm sorry i really am. kunikida babe i love you with a gun dazai you look good with one too tachihara you're my baby but like none of you ever use bullets again please your fully grown asses are embarrassing once i've met fifteen year old chuuya catching bullets in his mouth and blowing back a literal kiss of death back at you like look at his hand at the end there, i'm losing my mind

[paingoes]

Crash Out

Defense

(Content: minor physical violence, guilt…?)

They knew better than to step foot in a population centre, but sometimes it couldn’t be helped. It never went without incident. The only bright side was that the most inexperienced people were always the quickest to jump. Paris could handle, for the most part. It was easier now that he was expecting it. And he did expect it. All the time. 

Most days, they were just scuffles. He knew how to weave out of them. The most that he typically felt afterwards was the disgust and the indignity. Neither of those were going to kill him, probably. But he worried about Lorelai. She was always taking the brunt of it just for the crime of being around him. She kept getting boxed in. Paris would try to cut their fucking hands off when they touched her, escalating the situation, letting it devolve into total chaos. Lorelai herself wasn’t badly hurt, but she was pretty shaken up. She was a glass cannon. It was bothering him just how easy she was to take down when she was unarmed. 

He’d had her pinned down in the desert at night. The touch wasn’t nearly enough to hurt, but it didn’t take a lot of pressure to restrain her. With her, it would always come down to technique.

“Like this?” Her hand came down over his wrist.

“Other arm. Tuck your elbows in more. Yeah, perfect. Go.”

She rolled over, forcing him down beneath her into the sand. She blushed a little. He’d avoiding putting any real weight on her, but after she shifted their position, she was straddling him. He tried not to react — the contact was inevitable and it wasn’t the point. She slid off. They readjusted.

“Do you really not know any of this? How did you even get the phys ed credit?” He pinned her arm behind her back. 

“I just told him I was on my period.” She slipped out of the lock.

“Everyday?”

“Mhm. My dad taught me how to box though. He said I needed to, cause my mouth was so smart.”

“Can you box?” He raised an eyebrow. That’d actually be useful.

“Wanna find out?” She smirked.

He shook his head. “No. You’d kick my ass.”

She laughed. The sound carried across the empty desert. He shifted their positions again. Her eyes lit up with recognition.

“Wait, I do know this one.” She contorted her body enough to drive her knee directly into his sternum. It was the right move, but he was going to warn her to pull it a little. Too late. He rolled back onto the sand.

“Oh! Did I hurt you?” Her hand flew to cover her mouth, concern etched onto her features.

“That’s kinda the point,” He wheezed. 

“I thought it was self defense.” She crawled closer to him.

“The point is to disengage. Most people will only stop when it becomes too painful to continue.” He forced himself to sit up. It took him a while to recover his breath.

“I can show you how to get out of chokeholds, if you want?” He offered. His hand traced the site of the impact.

“Yeah. Go for it.” She nodded.

He sat up on his knees. The way the sand scraped against the birdseye mesh of his pants made a strange and pleasant noise. She rolled up, matching his posture. 

“You’re really supposed to do this with a wall. I guess it’s fine here.” He placed his fingers gingerly around his neck. It…didn’t feel right. On some level, he was still trying to avoid the collar. He pulled his hand back before he could even apply pressure. “Fuck it. Nevermind.”

She unfolded back onto the sand. If she had sense of what had just happened, she didn’t acknowledge it. She took another sip from the borg gallon. Her attention had turned to the fire.

“Did you know that some species of trees can only release their seeds when there’s a forest fire? They can’t reproduce otherwise.” She hummed. “We probably aren’t even allowed to have a campfire out here, come to think of it.“

“Not like there’s anything to kill.” He shrugged.

He poked at the embers idly. He’d had to bring the stick from another planet — the firewood too. Nothing grew on this one. Lorelai got to her feet. She put the gallon back into the ship and retrieved her pajamas from her bag. After she had changed, she brushed her teeth and spit the ginger remnants out onto the sand. Finally, she pulled a water jug out from the ship and a thick jacket over her head. The desert was as cold as it was dry. The chill creeped in only a few meters from the campfire. She dropped back down beside it, right atop of her sleeping bag. 

“Can you braid my hair?” She asked. Paris blinked in surprise.

“Um. Yeah?”

She leaned over. He scooted closer to her, taking the water from her outstretched hand and the hair ties from around her wrists. It wasn’t like she needed help. She’d done it alone every night before then. Still, he separated the hair into even strands. He combed his fingers through them, trying to brush out the sand that had gotten caught there. He formed two loose braids down her back. She sighed contentedly and curled up within the sleeping bag. 

“You staying up?” She mumbled.

“Yeah.” There was zero chance he’d be caught sleeping out in the open like this. He was fine keeping watch. The desert sightlines were perfect, anyway.

“Okay. Goodnight.” She turned over. She held one hand out to him from beneath the blankets, tapping all her fingers against her thumb.

“Hm?” He didn’t understand what she was asking for.

She took his hand and pulled it right beside her pillow. She didn’t let go of it even after she fell asleep. 

The softness made him feel sick enough to die.

……..

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