#it is obviously cold in winter

[its-lovelyhappycollection]

i find it intresting that hasbro had chance also wear long sleeves to hide his tatoos, despite there actually being a spray where they can actually hide tatoos and make it look like they weren’t there at all. 

(watch this video and go 10:00 for reference https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GNpT8KajfjY)

anyways, it could be just me, but maybe Hasbro is trying to hide something about Javi’s character? like, we all know the warden isn’t a good father, until his random change in s2, where he didn’t support javi to just supporting him, we needed more context about that. and then his saying that he love karokie? 

anyways, the point is, hasbro could have had javi wear short sleeves, but they DIDN’T (unless they have, i can’t rememeber. its been a while since i’ve watched DF), so that leaves to the point; does javi have a deeper story arc for javi besides him loving music and trying to get his dads approval? 

one of the headcannons i have is that Carlos did neglect javi when he was younger, maybe it after javi’s mom divorced him or died (still unanswered) and the warden basically burried himself at work, because 1) that’s what he did at the begining and thats why his first wife divorced him or 2) he used work to distract himself from the grief and in time forgot that his son needed him as well. 

javi never said anything because he was afraid and maybe was too confused and wasn’t close enough to his father or was too young, and thats why he turned to music, because it allowed him to express himself in a way that words couldn’t. it was the comfort he needed that his father couldn’t provide

and then rina comes into his life and suddenly, so is his father again, and he has a new sister as well. afraid that he will be abandoned again by the adults is why he is so close to izzy, why he is so open and caring because he does not want to be abandoned again. he wears long sleeves because he does not want to feel cold again. 

[ispyspookymansion]

MOURNING DOVES OUTSIDE MY APARTMENT ARE BACK ‼️‼️

[christiangeistdorfer]

ALAIN PROST at the 1983 BELGIAN GRAND PRIX

[lilithofpenandbook]

So. The third most used adjective relating to Snape in the books is the word "soft"

Make of that what you will

[somegrumpynerd]

Okay so, I had some ideas for new toys I could draw for the website since it's kinda cold out and they'd fit the season. Since none of them would affect the lil plot lines I wanna develop for some cats, I put all of them on picker wheel and let it choose who would use each thing. I thought it would be more fair since it's random and it wouldn't just be me picking my favourite little guys y'know?

And then picker wheel chose all my favourite little guys

[one-in-a-million-fishsticks]

I drew my children!!!

[tevos]

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[thegirlwholivesin-delusion]

ugh just my luck to fall sick during the last exam (which is maths btw)

So I cannot study properly nor can I (if my sickness persists) have fun after exams end.

[akkivee]

‘fucking shit it’s cold as hell!!!!!!! and i have to clean these damn floors in this weather????? ………fuck, fine, let’s get this over with!!!!!!’

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no you don’t understand kuukou really hates the cold LOL

[daisybell-on-a-carousel]

Jason, especially in that one Teen Titans comic, often complains about the lack of pants he has. And I'm haunted thinking about that at all times

[iruludavare]

{ ooc. I see mentions of summer and so allow me as one of the dash's resident australians to tell you two one sentence horror stories about Autralian Summer(tm)

It was once over 40°C for six consecutive days

And

I went up north to see family and I watched the temperature go from 32 to 46°C over the 7 hour roadtrip

[complete-clownery]

This is a memory

So the lyrics on it kinda just wanted to put something there-- I also posting this for myself mostly

[binch-i-might-be]

I finally made the bookings for the hamburg trip (ouchie) but I managed to snag train tickets for less than 40€ there AND back. trust me that's incredible for a train journey that's like an eleven hour round trip

[ken-katayanagi]

DionGisu has just rotted me to the point they’re just in my brain all day long cause like-

They’re perfect for each other. Dion would almost certainly fumble Gisu. They literally spend all day after a major incident together. Gisu listens to him talk about insane misconceptions he has about psychics during that day. Their lifestyles are totally complimentary (always traveling). Their lifestyles would never work in a million years together (always traveling). They’re teenage sweethearts. They’re divorced. It was love at first sight (or eyebrow waggle). They can’t be in the same room as each other. They’re straight. They’re literally lesbians.

In short they are every relationship and have one (1) trillion problems. I rest my case.

[coffeeworldsasaki]

I can't even begin to express how fucking tired I am of reading

[magical-reid]

The Soldier and His Mission

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Avenger!Reader

Word Count: 1K

Summary: When a trigger sends Bucky back into the grip of the Winter Soldier, he shadows you with an unyielding protectiveness that leaves the team on edge, though he doesn't harm anyone. After days of tension and careful steps, Bucky finally breaks through the icy barrier, returning to himself in a quiet, tender moment, finding solace in your presence.

You should’ve known something was wrong the moment Bucky went still.

One second, the mission was wrapping up—just another Hydra facility wiped off the map, just another set of goons taken down. The next, something triggered him. A phrase muttered in Russian over a radio, the faintest crackle of a long-dead handler’s voice. You saw the shift in his posture before he even turned around, the telltale tightening of his jaw, the blankness overtaking those usually warm blue eyes.

Bucky Barnes was gone.

The Winter Soldier stood in his place.

And yet—he didn’t hurt you.

Not when he turned to face the team, his body language bristling with danger. Not when Steve hesitated before stepping forward, his hands raised in a placating gesture. And certainly not when you cautiously called his name, your voice softer than the others.

Instead, the Soldier moved between you and everyone else.

A shield.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅��� ───

Back at the Tower, you thought the episode would pass. That maybe, after a few hours, after enough familiar sights and sounds, Bucky would shake it off like he always did.

But the Soldier wasn’t leaving. And he had decided you were his mission.

Not to eliminate.

To protect.

At first, it was just hovering. You moved—he followed. You sat—he stood at your back, ever watchful. The others gave him space, exchanging worried glances when they thought you weren’t looking. Steve was tense, obviously trying to figure out how to break through, while Tony was less patient about it.

“This is a problem,” Stark declared after the first few hours, arms crossed as he leaned against the counter. “I mean, I hate to be the one to say it, but we have a fully armed, brainwashed assassin in the Tower again, and we all know how that went last time.”

“He’s not attacking anyone,” Natasha pointed out.

“Yet,” Tony shot back.

You ignored the argument as best you could, focusing instead on cooking something for Bucky—something normal, something familiar, something that might ground him. His eyes tracked you the entire time.

Then you miscalculated the heat on the stove.

The oil in the pan hissed and spat, and a second later, you hissed too as a sharp sting bloomed across your palm. You barely had time to react before there was a sudden blur of motion.

Bucky was on you instantly.

His flesh hand gripped your wrist, his metal one hovering protectively over the stove, as if it had personally attacked you. His face was unreadable, but his grip was firm, his hold gentle as he examined the burn.

“I’m okay,” you assured him, but he wasn’t listening.

Instead, he took the cold pack you hadn’t even reached for yet and pressed it carefully to your palm, his jaw tight, his brows furrowed in focus. You exchanged a look with Steve over Bucky’s shoulder, and the Captain exhaled, something like relief flashing in his eyes.

He was still in there.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

The Soldier continued shadowing you for the next two days, much to Tony’s frustration. But as Natasha had pointed out—he wasn’t hurting anyone.

Unless they posed a threat to you.

That was something Steve learned firsthand during a sparring session. You had barely landed a hit before Bucky, watching from the sidelines, had moved. The next thing you knew, Steve was on his ass, blinking up at the ceiling, while Bucky stood between you like a human wall, eyes cold and calculating.

“For the record,” Steve grunted as he sat up, rubbing his ribs, “I was letting her win.”

Bucky wasn’t convinced.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

It wasn’t until you needed a medical checkup that things really came to a head.

“Barnes, I have to actually examine her,” Dr. Cho said patiently, eyeing where Bucky stood between you and the med bay’s equipment.

“No,” he replied flatly.

“Bucky—” you tried.

“The room is secure.”

“That’s not the—”

“She does not require assistance.”

“I do require assistance,” you corrected. “Because I burned my hand and twisted my shoulder thanks to a certain super soldier overreacting in the gym.”

Bucky didn’t move.

You exhaled slowly.

“Okay,” you said, shifting tactics. “Then stay.”

That got his attention.

“If you want to make sure nothing happens to me,” you reasoned, “then you can stay here. But you have to let the doctor check me out.”

His expression was unreadable for a long moment. Then, after what felt like an eternity—

“…Understood.”

Progress.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

When it finally broke, it wasn’t dramatic.

There was no grand trigger, no huge revelation.

Just a moment of quiet.

You had fallen asleep on the couch, exhaustion finally winning after two days of Bucky’s overprotective hovering. When you woke up, it was to warm hands gently brushing over your wrist—both flesh and metal, but softer this time, as if relearning the feeling of touching you.

And then you heard it—his breath hitching.

A tiny, barely-there sound, but one filled with something raw.

You blinked sleepily, looking up.

Bucky was staring at you. Not the Soldier. Bucky.

His face was pale, his jaw tight, his eyes wide—his real eyes.

“…Doll?” His voice cracked over the word, like it had been caught in his throat.

You smiled sleepily, shifting so your fingers curled around his. “Hey, Buck.”

His exhale was shaky. His shoulders sagged. And when you tugged him down to you, he didn’t resist.

He just buried his face in your neck and held on.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

“You scared the hell out of me, you know,” you murmured later, your fingers absentmindedly running through his hair as he rested against you.

“I know,” he admitted, voice rough.

“You threw Steve like a ragdoll.”

“…Yeah.”

“…Kind of hot, not gonna lie.”

A laugh. Quiet, but real.

And just like that, Bucky Barnes was back.