#it was just supposed to be a thought

[dipperscavern]

icl I want Jon snow to wrap his arms around me and tell me everything’s gonna be okay 😔✌️

jon snow is… he just has this calming aura about him, it’s so hard to explain. like, everything is just okay when you’re with him. and his touch reassures that thought.

let’s say this is after his resurrection. you can hardly believe he’s alive — you watched him die. and sometimes, it feels like you’re right back at that day, your legs in the snow as you kneel next to your dead lover. some days it feels like he’s still dead, and sometimes, your nightmares don’t remember he’s alive either.

sometimes you fall asleep, and you dream of him surrounded. surrounded by men that swore oaths, men that claimed to be brothers, men that fought beside jon. men that were under his command. you dream of the different knives that enter his body, and it all goes painstakingly slow. it never ends fast enough, and all you can do is watch. for a dream, it’s pretty accurate. you watch the blood trickle out of him and look at the knife that stopped his heart — and you remember the patches of red snow in those exact places.

you always wake startled. opening your eyes, and immediately sitting up with a hand on your chest. your eyes scan the room for the men you saw in your dream, and they also scan for the man in the snow. for jon.

he’s always been a light sleeper, but since joining the watch and enduring his wildling escapade, he’s able to wake on a moments notice. as soon as you sit up, his eyes peel open. he turns to find you looking around the room, as you’ve done before, and he sits up as well. your eyes fly to him, and you visibly relax seeing him. seeing him alive.

“What’s happened?” he asks, reaching a hand out to your cheek. his touch relaxes you more, but there’s still worry etched in your features.

“Nothing… I just-“ you shake your head, swallowing. “we’re alright, get some sleep.”

you feign anything being wrong. but jon knows you better, and your mannerisms betray you. your words speak of security, but the way your eyes focus on a distant wall, and your fingers begin to trace your chest tell a different story.

jon moves his thumb to the other side of your chin, and uses his hand to tilt your head towards him. eventually, reluctantly, your gaze follows. you make eye contact, and you begin to crumble under his gaze. his pupils have grown since he’s woken, they move. they’re alive, and so is he. his lashes flutter as he blinks. he’s okay. the tap of jon’s fingers against your cheek snap you back to reality.

“Tell me.”

“Jon…”

his gaze is unwavering, and you sigh. he’s the one who lived through this, why should you be so affected? you hate bringing it up, not wanting him to relive the day it happened. he-

“Bad dreams?”

you hate when he doesn’t let you think. you nod, feeling silly. but truthfully, you can’t hold it in forever. your fingers begin to trace your chest again as you drop your gaze.

“I always see you in the snow. You stained it red.”

jon takes a moment, looking at you. to have someone care for you so, he thinks.

his hand leaves your cheek, and wraps around your own. he brings it to his bare chest, and you feel his heartbeat beneath his skin. his warm skin. it’s warm because his blood is flowing, not cold and clammy, like the day of red snow. he gauges your reaction, eyes never leaving you. your gaze is fixed on his chest, on where your hands meet over his heart. the heart that’s moving, pumping blood to the rest of his body. your pupils dilate, and jon has to resist the overwhelming urge to kiss you — because god, how lovely are you?

you move both of your hands to his neck, right under his jaw. his pulse point, and it thrums under your fingers. it’s moving, it’s alive, and so is he. he looks at you, and how focused you are on him. it makes him nervous, and his pulse changes, beginning to hammer under your touch. the hint of a smile graces your features, breaking eye contact with his neck to look at him directly. he’s already looking at you. he always is.

he’s alive. he’s alive now, and you have him. he’s here with you, not out in the cold, blood dripping onto the frost covered ground. your eyes begin to water, and you drop your head. you hate crying in front of other people. he hates when you cry. your hand breaks from him to wipe away your tears, and his own goes to cradle your cheek as he did earlier. he leans in, pressing small chaste kisses to anywhere he can reach. anywhere he can soothe. your temple, your cheek, kissing your tears away before wrapping his arms around you.

his touch is comforting. it’s everything and more. he’s touching you, he’s warm, and he’s safe. jon’s safe, and he’s right here.

“It’s alright. I’m alright… ‘m right here.”

you lean your head against his chest, and bring your hand to rest on his neck. your fingers rest on his thrumming pulse point once more. you spend some time like that, wrapped in each other, savoring each others presence. he eventually moves you both to lay down, and you rest your head on his chest. you trace his skin, the heat of it making your fingers tingle. it’s not long before you can’t keep your eyes open any longer, and the sound of his heartbeat lulls you to sleep.

[mochasucculent]

Was looking at refs and since Viktor has two different leg braces I was wondering, do we think he wears them simultaneously?? The refs don't perfectly line up perspective-wise so it's hard to tell but parts of the one he wears during the Hexcore scenes look like they could maybe line up with the brace that he wears over his clothes, but also some parts really don't and look like they'd be super uncomfy. Also HOW does he take these on and off. Experts weigh in

[egophiliac]

DOGS

IN

SPACE

[xxplastic-cubexx]

obligatory beach divorce doodling

bonus rough cover redraw of x-men #41 (1995) But Beach Divorce below cut

[sketchtropolis]

Breathe.

Progress under the cut

[magpiedraws]

Jon he's really trying here cut him a break

(tumblr crunched the resolution of this comic a lot rip)

[cheriecoke]

nanami kento, who hates dating, and didn’t do much of it in his early twenties. but now, he’s almost thirty, watching all the people he works with settle down, have kids, and he thinks he wants that. so he might as well try.

so satoru sets him up on a few dates — friends of friends, he calls them. and at the end of every one of the dinners, kento goes home empty, exhausted, because he knows what they want is not the same.

still; he thinks maybe he’s being a little self-destructive, maybe too picky, maybe he just got so used to being alone. with satoru’s insistence, he gives all the women another call, invites them over to his apartment.

the first time was a disaster… kento had barely set the dinner on the table before his cat had hissed at her, scratched her down the arm in a thin gash. and though it did draw blood, it was hardly enough to warrant that reaction.

he didn’t even try to stop her as she picked up her bag and left, huffing like she’d been morally offend. kento, though, could only smile to himself in amusement.

because maybe kento was a poor judge of character, a man who was secretly hoping nothing would pan out — but his cat could certainly tell the good from the bad.

it became a little game to him, after that. seeing if anyone could win his pet over, and if they could, perhaps they were the one. his darling animal was a fickle thing anyway. a bit too defensive, quick to bite anything threatening after years on the streets.

naturally, no one came back twice.

he was close to giving up, accepting his solitude because he was tired of empty conversations over dinner. but then, he ventured out over the weekend to a new coffee shop, during hours he normally didn’t spend out of his home, and met you.

though you only talked for a moment, kento felt like maybe he’d known you in a past life. a part of him thought maybe it was strange, the way he kept coming back to talk to you, catching you at the end of your shift to see if you wanted to grab a coffee sometime.

by the second date, kento started to think you could turn out to be his best friend.

by the third date, kento wondered if soulmates were real.

on the fourth date, almost two months later, an appropriate time to get to know someone when you were as reserved as kento, he invited you over for dinner. it was, perhaps, the final confirmation he needed to let himself be with you.

he let you through the door, smiling softly as you told him about the book you were reading, and hung his coat on the rack. a moment later, you stopped, distracted, hands covering your mouth in a gasp.

“kento! she’s the cutest cat i’ve ever seen, you didn’t even show me pictures!” you exclaim, and, a few feet away, crouched down. “look at her pretty eyes…”

“careful,” kento said, “she’s not very—“

but the cat approached your outstretched hand, sniffed once, before letting you scratch her under her chin, purring loud enough for kento to hear across the room.

“shes such a sweetheart, you told me she was mean!” you smiled, making a cooing noise as you threaded your fingers through her fur. “kento’s a liar, isn’t he… you’re so precious.”

a few moments later, she snapped her jaw at you in a biting motion, and you only laughed, withdrawing your hand. “alright, i get it, i won’t bother you anymore.”

though she still brushed against your legs, just as she did kento’s, and seemed to communicate some sort of message to him.

“do you want any help cooking?” you ask, tucking your hair behind your ears. “i’m a disaster in the kitchen, but—“

“sure,” kento said, his chest tightening as he blinked back at you, only in his apartment for minutes and already looking as at home there. he wondered if it was possible to fall in love so quickly. “but only if you want to.”

[inkskinned]

the thing is that they're so fascinated by sex, they love sex, they can't imagine a world without sex - they need sex to sell things, they need sex to be part of their personality, they need sex to prove their power - but they hate sex. they are disgusted by it.

sex is the only thing that holds their attention, and it is also the thing that can never be discussed directly.

you can't tell a child the normal names for parts of their body, that's sexual in nature, because the body isn't a body, it's a vessel of sex. it doesn't matter that it's been proven in studies (over and over) that kids need to know the names of their genitals; that they internalize sexual shame at a very young age and know it's 'dirty' to have a body; that it overwhelmingly protects children for them to have the correct words to communicate with. what matters is that they're sexual organs. what matters is that it freaks them out to think about kids having body parts - which only exist in the context of sex.

it's gross to talk about a period or how to check for cancer in a testicle or breast. that is nasty, illicit. there will be no pain meds for harsh medical procedures, just because they feature a cervix.

but they will put out an ad of you scantily-clad. you will sell their cars for them, because you have abs, a body. you will drip sex. you will ooze it, like a goo. like you were put on this planet to secrete wealth into their open palms.

they will hit you with that same palm. it will be disgusting that you like leather or leashes, but they will put their movie characters in leather and latex. it will be wrong of you to want sexual freedom, but they will mark their success in the number of people they bed.

they will crow that it's inappropriate for children so there will be no lessons on how to properly apply a condom, even to teens. it's teaching them the wrong things. no lessons on the diversity of sexual organ growth, none on how to obtain consent properly, none on how to recognize when you feel unsafe in your body. if you are a teenager, you have probably already been sexualized at some point in your life. you will have seen someone also-your-age who is splashed across a tv screen or a magazine or married to someone three times your age. you will watch people pull their hair into pigtails so they look like you. so that they can be sexy because of youth. one of the most common pornography searches involves newly-18 young women. girls. the words "barely legal," a hiss of glass sand over your skin.

barely legal. there are bills in place that will not allow people to feel safe in their own bodies. there are people working so hard to punish any person for having sex in a way that isn't god-fearing and submissive. heteronormative. the sex has to be at their feet, on your knees, your eyes wet. when was the first time you saw another person crying in pornography and thought - okay but for real. she looks super unhappy. later, when you are unhappy, you will close your eyes and ignore the feeling and act the role you have been taught to keep playing. they will punish the sex workers, remove the places they can practice their trade safely. they will then make casual jokes about how they sexually harass their nanny.

and they love sex but they hate that you're having sex. you need to have their ornamental, perfunctory, dispassionate sex. so you can't kiss your girlfriend in the bible belt because it is gross to have sex with someone of the same gender. so you can't get your tubes tied in new england because you might change your mind. so you can't admit you were sexually assaulted because real men don't get hurt, you should be grateful. you cannot handle your own body, you cannot handle the risks involved, let other people decide that for you. you aren't ready yet.

but they need you to have sex because you need to have kids. at 15, you are old enough to parent. you are not old enough to hear the word fuck too many times on television.

they are horrified by sex and they never stop talking about it, thinking about it, making everything unnecessarily preverted. the saying - a thief thinks everyone steals. they stand up at their podiums and they look out at the crowd and they sign a bill into place that makes sexwork even more unsafe and they stand up and smile and sign a bill that makes gender-affirming care illegal and they get up and they shrug their shoulders and write don't say gay and they get up, and they make the world about sex, but this horrible, plastic vision of it that they have. this wretched, emotionless thing that holds so much weight it's staggering. they put their whole spine behind it and they push and they say it's normal!

this horrible world they live in. disgusted and also obsessed.

[dreamingdeadly]

mildly obsessed with ryo devilman

[cursedcola]

Yuu: “It’s time I told you guys about my lore” *whips out powerpoint*

Riddle:….lore?

Azul: Oh - so you’re a gamer.

Idia: Oh - so you’re traumatized

[grey-viridian]

Twins Angst My Beloved

[keiscorner]

2:53 am

"kei." no response. you know tsukishima has to get up early for work, but the window across from your bed is open, allowing the night breeze to creep in and sting your face. you could get up yourself, but that's what husbands are for, right?

you twist around, trying to wiggle out of your husband's grasp so you can take a better look at his sleeping face. he has an arm wrapped firmly around your waist, the other supporting your neck to, in his words, 'protect his ears from your constant complaints about your sore neck in the morning'.

"honey?" you poke his cheek, smiling to yourself when he grunts in response. tsukishima has always been a light sleeper. you lay in silence for a few seconds before he finally lets out a sigh, opening his eyes to look at you.

"what do you want?"

you muster up your biggest doe eyes, knowing that he hates getting out of bed just as much as you do. "close the window for me?"

"no. you do it."

you sigh dramatically, gesturing at his arms wrapped firmly around you. "i would love to, but someone is holding me hostage, so i think you're going to have to do it."

tsukishima rolls his eyes, untangling his arms from your body. "problem solved." he holds back a smile when you frown and pull the blankets away from him, turning your back towards him. you're so cute. tsukishima would do anything you ask of him without hesitation, but he can't help but tease you a bit first. he'll never get tired of your reactions, and he loves that he can be a little snarky with you.

you sigh again, this time louder and more pointed, pretending to shiver just to show your husband how cold you really are, and how cruel he is for not helping. "if only someone could hold me right now...", you trailed off.

"ok, do you want me to help you or not?" he finally gives in, getting up to reach for his glasses. you win, as usual. you turn back to face him again with a smile as bright as sunshine, and despite all of the years you've been together, his heart still stops for a second. wow. okay, maybe he is obsessed with you, but he can't help it. you've clearly worked your magic on him, considering the fact that he's getting out of the bed for you when he has to be awake in a few hours. he goes to close the windows with a firm click, walking back to his side of bed.

"kei...since you're already up...", he looks back to see your guilty smile, an empty mug in your hands. "please? last thing, i swear." he give you a look that reads, "you're lucky i love you." (you know you're the luckiest person in the world.)

he takes your mug and you hear his quiet footsteps making their way to the kitchen. he comes back, handing you a mug full of warm water. once you take a sip, he takes the mug from you again, placing it on your nightstand.

"i poisoned that," he quips, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead before finally lying down and snaking his arms around your waist, pulling you in closer to him. the only reason he hates getting out of bed is that he has to let go of you, but he doesn't need to say that. he's sure you already know.

[fruityventure]

u cannott reveal a new hero and then have his teammates have more interesting designs than him :head in my hands:

[vibe-howie]

I think they’ll will get along great

I can’t picture Sam and Dean meeting Danny in his ghost form and not want to start shooting

[cryptid-crows]

Them <3

[shepscapades]

[dbhc flavored] Hermit a Day May: Day 13 — Cub!

I’ve been waiting to design cub for AGES so this was so so fun :D had to go out of my way to make him as much of a Freak (/aff) as possible <3