#look at what they're teasing

[batsarebetterthanpeople]



i'd prefer no izzy redemption, but i am in the same boat as you. ngl it could be done in plenty of ways i would hate, but the writers of ofmd have earned a lot of faith from me to handle it in an interesting and funny way. i agree that not a single action izzy takes in season 1 points in a hopeful direction in that regard. like i'll be fine if izzy manages to change and grow and finds a place in the goofy found family that is this crew. (again! it would take Some Doing to get there for me, and i can't imagine how, but i'm not as smart or funny as the writers.) i just hope some folks out there manage to deal with it if izzy just continues to fulfill his narrative purpose as a rom-com villain and/or ends up as checkov's unrecognizable blackbeard corpse.

ding ding ding you've just hit on what I think's gonna happen to Izzy. End of season 3 Ed needs a body for one last fuckery and Izzy's... convenient. Like if anything has been hinted at in season 1 its that. Like, who was he talking to in the scene where he plans to kill Stede? who was trying to hold him to completing that plan? It's Izzy all the way down baby. They've already teased who's gonna be captain when Ed retires, Oluwande. And they've foreshadowed Olu replacing Izzy by having him mutiny. This show loves parallels and it loves foreshadowing. It is so heavy handed with literary metaphors. Stede's faked his death already. The British Navy is after Ed. The puzzle pieces are all there, they just need a corpse. Izzy is shorter than him and like 4 times his cup size but the show has been known to hand wave those sorts of details.

Literally the biggest reason I think that Izzy's not making it is because of how much this show loves foreshadowing and parallels and shit like that. Izzy's redemption has not been teased once. Izzy becoming Blackbeard in the most destructive way for him in a way that frees Ed from both Blackbeard and Izzy would frankly be poetic. Totally in this show's wheel house. I only have season 1 and I already know how this bitch ends that's how much they love giving us little bread crumbs.

Idk where it comes from man but I feel like a lot of the gunning for an Izzy redemption is born out of this weird desire to maintain the status quo of whatever the imagined state of the ship was like between episodes 5 and 6. Like between those two episodes there's like a two week period that is like this liminal space where everyone that most fans care about is aboard the revenge and Ed and Stede are having a great time but that ultimately reveals itself to not be a stable state at all when Izzy decides Stede's gotta go. Keep in mind it only lasted that long because Ed was telling Izzy the whole time "yeah I'm gonna kill him" For some reason I see a lot of fic that seems to take that state for granted and is like "after the reunion they're just gonna go back to whatever that was" But they're not and they can't. Because Ed still wants to be anything other than Blackbeard, and Izzy still want's Ed to embody what he thinks Blackbeard is.

[charles-simmons]

Btw, that "no" that Neil told Todd was more romantic than all the love poems I've ever seen

[yuwuta]

PLS PLS PLSSSSS keep talking about kids with olympic athletes! gojo and nanami pls pls pls i have to Know. everything u wrote about yuuta was already so so cute

(prev olympics au here)

the gojo twins are hilarious because your baby boy looks exactly like satoru, but has very little of his personality—it seems like the only things he inherited was satoru’s love for sweets and love for you. still, even though he’s a strong swimmer, he much prefers to relax in his floaties alongside you if you’re also in the pool, or chill by your side on a lounge chair, glasses too big for his face keeping the sun out of his eyes as he shares his smoothie with you, and asks to borrow your phone to take pictures of his sister and daddy in the pool. 

your baby girl on the other hand… she might have your face but she’s got satoru’s everything else—his competitive streak, his confidence, and definitely his mischievous nature. she’s the one who tiptoes into your bedroom at five in the morning, tapping at her daddy’s shoulders, and putting her little finger over his lip to shush him before he can wake you up; she’s always the one to convince satoru to take her swimming the backyard at the crack of dawn, and why by the time you and your baby boy wake up, she and satoru are already past warm up laps and swimming lessons and onto who can make the splashiest canonball competitions (she always wins because while her tiny body can endure a belly flop, satoru’s years of training physically doesn’t allow him to do it… and maybe because he’s not so competitive when it comes to his baby girl, he’ll always let her win). 

kento’s professional judo career honestly doesn’t last very long. after his first olympic games, you two start dating and he proposes just after he wins gold the second time he’s in the olympics; he does maybe two more years of national competitions while you’re pregnant, and decides that the intense training for the next two years in preparation of a third olympic competition isn’t worth missing time he could spend with you or your baby girl—plus, with all the money he’s made from competitions, winning gold medals, brand ambassadorships, commercials, and collaborations, he had enough money to provide for all of your for the rest of your lives. so, that’s what he does (his dream has always been to be a househusband, anyway...) his previous salaryman career comes in handy when deciding how to invest his money, how to buy a house, how to take care of his friends, how to set up a fund for your daughter, and an extra account or two… just incase more babies come along… 

by the time your baby girl is four, she’s already kento’s biggest fan. she loudly and proudly proclaims to everybody that her daddy was basically superman and won all the shiny trophies and medals in the house from when he was being a superhero. if anyone recognizes kento when they’re out together, she always confirms their suspicions, proudly boasting, “yeah kento is my daddy! he’s a winner!” it always makes kento’s heart swell to hear her praise. he doesn’t compete professionally anymore, but he does train from time to time, and has taken on a few mentees, and your daughter LOVES to watch him coach/train. she’s got her own uniform that she always puts on whenever they go to the gym together, and gets so excited when kento or ino or yuuji pretend to spar with her. 

she’s honestly kento’s mini figure. she’s respectful and reserved, but strong and knows when to fight and how to use her voice. there’s a time when he gets a call from her school saying that she got in a fight, the principal frames it as your daughter needlessly pushing around an older kid, but your daughter is certain in her words when she tells her dad that it was because the kid was being mean to the younger kids, and to her. kento doesn’t say a word to the teachers—doesn’t even fight them sending her home early for the day, because he’s happy to scoop her up and take her out for ice cream and tell her that he’s proud of her.

[enigmaticagentalice]

please Bioware just give me any indication in Veilguard that Varric and Cassandra are still friends and in regular contact, I am on my knees, one single crumb is all I need to sustain me

[nighttimeaboardthepearl]

characters who usually appear dominant and intimidating on the outside/in public but are super gentle with their partner or even enjoy being submissive for them in private 🤝 characters who appear calm and shy in public but enjoy showing their more dominant side to their partner only

[absolutely-not-my-main-blog]

Everyone says they love a devastatingly painfully slow burn romance until I, It’s Always Sunny in Philadelphia—

[tswwwit]

Dipper learning the demonic language using media and entertainment and he stumbles upon a tv series featuring a pick me demon x his husband and he's the big bad villain.

They have knockoff names but anyone with eye/s can see that it's clearly bill and dipper, heck, the only thing they changed about dipper is that his birthmark is a different star!!.

He's oddly invested in this weird tv show for some reason.

Bill comes home from a long day of work only to see dipper on the couch watching a knockoff version of him yelling at TV!dipper and clutching a very sparkly pink demon with big eyes and aqua/teal streaks on her body, and then TV!dipper goes on to his knees, sobs out a "I'm pregnant" In demonic and dipper would pause and repeat the words under his breath and then gasp before playing again

Now I'm picturing Dipper squinting at the television, wondering what the hell that phrase 'he' said was. He could look it up in a dictionary, if Bill hasn't hidden them again -

Or.

When Dipper walks into Bill's lounge and loudly says the phrase, Bill does a huge spit-take of his tea and stares in deer-in-headlights shock. Dipper doesn't get an immediate explanation, but it's so worth that look on Bill's face.

[redlyriumidol]

So sorry for Aveline non-enjoyers but... Sometimes women who suck... Are more interesting...

[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?

[softquietsteadylove]

I’m starving for some smuttt🤌 (any AU works) pretty pleaseeee🫶😘

"So, what was it like?" Thena asked from her position snuggled up to him. "Seeing my world?"

Gil kissed her forehead, "it was incredible, Angelfish. I'm glad you got to show me around."

"I am too," she purred into the side of his neck. "I wish you could have gotten more used to your tail."

Gil looked down at his legs at the end of the bed, under the covers. "It was interesting, I can see why legs feel so strange to you."

"Hm," she commented, in a way. She shifted and unfurled herself, letting her legs rub against his. His were hairy, which always tickled. "Legs are good for other things. And I like your legs."

"Oh, yeah?" he chuckled as she squirmed her way on top of him.

"They're strong," she settled on top of his chest and leaned in for a kiss. "Like the rest of you."

Gil laughed in his chest, jostling her faintly, but pleasantly. His hands settled on her back as he kissed her. "Is a strong tail a good sign of a suitable mate?"

It was for her, although it was a matter of personal preference. "To some."

"Well," Gil grinned up at her. His hips shifted slightly; he was getting in the mood. "I'm asking you."

She pursed her lips, trying to look coy about it. In truth, the second she saw his tail, she was - even further - in love. Its obvious strength and thickness, the shine of his pitch black scales. He had no way of knowing that the size of his fins would have been threatening to any male they encountered.

"Cuddlefish?"

She smiled, kissing him lightly again, "you were a very handsome mer."

"So," he raised his eyebrows, his fingers tapping lower, from her waist, to her hips, to her behind, "if you saw me, say, in the wild...?"

"Hm?" Her eyes fluttered closed as his fingers walked up the bottom of his shirt, to settle on her skin.

"Would you think I'd make a good mate?" he asked before latching onto her neck, where her gills would be. He had unfortunately discovered that weak spot rather early on.

"Yes," she gasped as his fingers immediately made their way between her legs, which parted for him instinctively. She raised her tailfin, letting him push his fingers in, even at their odd angle.

"I've always thought you were beautiful," he cooed, kissing her neck, her shoulder, nipping under her jaw. "Especially your tail."

"Gil," she whined, moving her hips to encourage him. Tails were such an example of what made for a compatible mate. And he spoke of them so casually.

"It's so pretty, sweetheart," he crooned. He moved his fingers faster, having to move them in the opposite motion he usually did.

She rolled her hips, much like she would move them to swim with her tail on. It worked with his motions, both of them working together.

"How would you tell me you wanted to mate?" he asked, getting lost in the idea of it.

She tried not to growl at him; she was concentrating on her pleasure. And if she had seen a specimen like him in the wild, unattached, she probably would have pursued him more directly than she would like to admit. "Gil, it's happening."

He had asked her before about 'coming', but she was still confused by the word. 'Came' implied going or arriving somewhere, but she wasn't going anywhere--she was in bed with him the whole time.

"It's okay, hon, just let go," he encouraged.

His encouragement was the final push she needed. She tightened around his fingers, still moving her hips to draw out the process of her pleasure. Gil was so good at achieving it. And she had never thought of using hands in the mating process.

Gil gave her tailfin one last, affectionate squeeze before pulling his hands away. "You okay?"

She nuzzled her face into his bare chest, purring loudly. She had wanted to hear what Gil sounded like when he purred, but there was no time. She trailed her nail up his arm and the muscles of his chest.

"More?"

She nodded, still buried in him. She hoped human females also felt the need to be so surrounded by the scent and sound and feeling of their partner amidst mating. Otherwise she was just embarrassing herself.

Gil rolled them over, pulling off his underwear and helping her get his shirt over her head. He tilted his head as she rolled over, putting her back to him while under him. "Angelfish?"

She turned her head just enough to peek at him. "Like before."

This is how they would mate if he had his tail on.

She didn't wait to see the look on his face, but he granted her wish. He held her hips as he pushed his reproductive organ into her. She bit his pillow, moaning at the feeling of it. She had never felt it in this position, at this angle.

He was heavy, but he was certainly holding himself up so as to not put his full weight on her. He moved her hair out of his way so he could kiss up her back. "This okay?"

She moaned, nodding with her face in his pillow so she could inhale his scent. He trailed his tongue over the bumps in her spine, where small dorsal fins would be if they were in the water.

Gil started moving slowly at first, as he always did. Always careful, always concerned if she was comfortable. But the way he held and lifted her hips to meet his were the actions of a mate hungry for her.

She was hungry for him. She moved her hips, meeting his for every beat. She brought her knees together, feeling a squeeze below her naval when she did.

Gil seemed to know what it meant. As he pumped against her his hand moved, sliding along her lips and then rubbing circles above where they were connected.

Thena moaned, still purring from deeper within her chest. The sound was foreign to even her ears, but Gil seemed to like it, moving faster. She gasped, "Gil, yes, more like that!"

She panted for breath. Human lungs were so ridiculously limited. She dug her nails into the pillows, although she had a feeling she was destroying their pillowcases and Gil was repairing them when she wasn't looking.

"Ohhhhhh," she groaned into the pillow as he gripped a plush handful of her behind, pulling so he could push deeper into her. "Seven seas, Gil, fuck!"

He liked it when she used his vernacular.

"Bite me," she whimpered. She could be mortified about it later. That feeling was creeping up on her again.

"What?"

"My neck, bite it," she panted. She picked her head up but she couldn't see straight. The warmth of her raised body temperature made her feel as if all she could see was a dreamy pink haze.

Gil lunged forward, spreading his hot, slick front over her back and latching onto the back of her neck with his teeth.

She came instantly, harder than she ever had before. It felt right for her--completing something that felt natural. Her hips moved beyond her control, rolling and swivelling and bucking against him. He also finished, and the weight of him on top of her increased. It was pleasant, though, like burying herself under the sand to be soothed during a storm.

"Y-You okay?" he sounded nervous. He moved her hair to inspect where he had bit her, as if his little human teeth could really have done any damage.

Thena moaned. She wanted to form words, but all she could do was moan, and purr, and tighten her arms around his pillow as if she were trying to drown herself in the smell of him.

Gil pulled himself off of her, although she immediately whined about missing the weight and the warmth of him. He pulled the covers up over them and wrapped his arms around her. "Thena?"

She emerged from his pillow, dragged sideways so she had to look at him. Her hair was tumbling everywhere, but Gil moved it out of the way of their view of each other.

"Is that a, uh-" he blushed faintly (always charming, her human), "mating...thing?"

She tucked her head under his chain, perhaps feeling slightly abashed as well. "If we were...you would bite my neck to secure my place under you."

"Huh," he muttered, because he was thinking very deeply about something. His fingers kept touching the spot on her neck, massaging any pain he was imagining she might feel.

She truly blushed now. "It's only done between selected mates. The bite is...a sign."

It was marked territory. She had bitten him before, but she had worried the permanent damage her teeth could do to his delicate human blood vessels.

"Oh, like," he moved his head so he could look at her, "an 'I'm yours' kind of thing?"

"Yes," she answered simply. She did not want to explain to him that it was a way of choosing a mate of all mates--that there would be no others after that mark was made.

"Well, I like the sound of that," he smiled, kissing her cheek and letting her cuddle against him again. So sweet and innocent, her human.

In truth, his mark would fade from her skin. He hadn't bit deep enough, and he probably couldn't, with the teeth he had. But he didn't need to, as far as she was concerned. He was her one and only mate, and she was happy with that knowledge.

And it wasn't as if she had to fend other mers away from him either.

[leotheponderer]

Kato...

Please help comfort the long ball of Sad, head pats are welcome and appreciated.

[attractthecrows]

entertaining myself by inflicting bastard children on my faves

[bumblingbabooshka]

Tuvok-Chakotay dynamic should have gone from two people who are always poking at one another to two people who are always joking with one another - in both cases this is an unspoken thing. They’re playing a game of chicken that gets steadily less hostile. From “I’m not trying to be difficult here.” (lie) to “I’m not trying to be funny here.” (lie)

[angeart]

mmm found a song with lyrics that fit hhau grian so well.

you're begging me somehow to believe that you could take it if i'd only find a way to let you in but i'd feel like i'm selfish don't know how to help it and so i wonder if you'd be better off without me i'll kill the time 'til you see that i'm nothing more than a lost cause 'cause i've been drowning in the violence bleeding out in silence 'cause i'm nothing more than a lost cause oh, i feel like a lost cause so could you find a way to try to save me now

[jaxflipped]

I lovejax

[wayfinderships]

FF guys, am i right?👉👈