#love the clanging in this

[meidui]

the helmet moment in every Iron Man movie

[moltensmusings]

Started playing marvel rivals and knew I'd be a support main. Really was planning to play Jeff and a few others and do intend to be a jack of all trades with the strategist cast because I'm a support main always. That said, these two actually make me insane with their lore, especially in the game

I already knew I'd love them based on the knowledge I've had of them for the past few years (second hand knowledge mind you but I was aware enough to be excited when they got confirmed). But what do you mean only one can exist at a time while the other is a voice in their head. What do you mean the fusion of them has slowly begun to warp them as people with Cloak taking on Dagger's optimism and mercy while Dagger becomes more angry and vicious. What so you mean they feel deeply for each other and don't say it but just understand.

"I'd rather have you be mad and alive than dead"

"You got your wish"

I'm going to go crazy. 1000/10 immaculate.

[jedaos]

photographed by WINTAM for WONDERLAND CHINA

[miroana]

When you’re losing an impossible fight and you glance around in panic with your blood roaring in your ears and suddenly get skyrocketed onto the path to inner peace by Cassius looking cute af

I wish I was joking. This is legit:

[pealooza]

so deathly ill with fever rn . the best course of action is indulging in media that is so overstimulating for several hours a day until i get better

[desceros]

Requesting a reader watching bayverse donnie work. Platonic or romantic, up to you, just thinking the way you write visual poetry would work good with explaining Donnie’s little work motions.

bay donnie, my beloved [strokes the picture of him i keep in a locket] donatello/reader; gn reader; rated t

Donnie is good with his hands. 

He’s also a sweetheart who patiently tolerates you spending literal hours of your life staring at him, chin propped up on your hands as you watch his work their magic. He’s repairing some piece of tech off his shell that had apparently gotten battered in their last tussle, and it looks like actual witchcraft from where you’re sitting.

“You’re amazing, you know that?” you gush as he glides some sort of metallic piece into place like it isn’t the size of a pencil eraser, the tiny little tweezers looking comically small in his hands and yet acting like an extension of him. 

Donnie huffs a laugh, glancing briefly at you out of the corner of his eyes, his gaze warm and intimate even for its short span. “What brought that on, all of the sudden?”

Adoringly, you watch him weave wires into place as easily as Raph knits those cute little scarves for everyone. It’s like he’s not even trying, you think, fully entranced. The electronic world at his hands is a tiny little microcosm of a universe, and he, its god for how effortlessly he creates and moves its parts. You think of all his tech, all around you; how easy it is to forget the mastery required to pull it all together, to maintain it, to treat machine as a medium of art.

“You’re just… amazing,” you repeat, helpless to say anything more without dropping a complete dissertation on the totality of space Donatello has taken as his own in your soul. “The way you can… Just make things. Out of nothing. It’s. It’s really incredible.” 

“Is that why you’re always in here?” he asks, lips quirked up into a little smile that feel a bit like a tease. “To watch me make things?” 

“Well, it doesn’t hurt that you’re easy to look at, either,” you confess, twirling a finger along the surface of his desk shyly. It’s not the first time you’ve flirted with him, and it’s not the first time you’ve watched him bloom under your attention; but it’s new, enough, that it takes a bit of bravery, still. 

“That’s good to hear. I was worried you were only in here for my tech, for a second there,” he says, and only the knowledge that he knows it isn’t true keeps you from swan diving into a lecture about otherwise.

Licking your lips, you slide your palm over your mouth as if muffling your next sentence will make it less dangerous to say. “I… could be in here just for you. If… you wanted me to. If… If you’d let me.”

“Let you?” he echoes in surprise, finally looking away from the delicate electrical work in his hands so his hazel gaze meets you full on. “You do realize you’re the only other person allowed in here, right?” 

Butterflies catching in your throat, you shift your weight from one hip to the other and swallow. “I-I know. But—”

Donnie narrows his eyes as he studies you, leaving you feel a bit like a specimen under a microscope. Still, you let him, because any amount of his attention feels good, even if it means peeling off your skin and letting him see the way your heart has changed to the shape of him. 

“—But I want to know,” you admit quietly, pressing the pads of your fingers to your lips before they fall to the table to trace anxious shapes. “…That it’s different. For me.”

Donnie’s face smooths a little as he understands what you’re asking of him, and smooth as silk, he dips in close and brushes his lips against yours. It’s gentle enough to make you gasp, shocked that something can be so soft and still raise sensation, every hair on your arms standing at attention from the sheer intimacy of it. Leaning in, you seek more, slotting your mouth under his and inviting him closer to your hummingbird heartbeat. 

His hands cup your jaw, pulling you towards him, holding you in place as he tilts his head and sinks further into you. He tastes sweet, you think dreamily, sighing out and curling your fingers on the edge of his plastron. 

“It’s different,” he murmurs against your mouth, his lips catching yours for how much he can’t bear to pull away now that he’s gotten started; like now that he’s allowed himself to have you, he’s never going to let you go. The thought makes you smile and laugh, because oh, how could he ever think you’d want to leave?

“You’re amazing,” you sigh out again, and this time, he laughs, his hands finding you instead of his tools.

[salt-baby]

my beige flag is taking immense pleasure in shocking people with my disability

[dragonwishes]

i started following @chainymail on the suggestion of my friends in the superbat everyweek server, so obviously those were combined in my head.

knight batman and superman.

design philosophy: batman is pointy, heavier in the legs, probably mounted most of the time. aggressor. supermans chest heavy, sword and shield. defender. usually in the thick of it. littl legs so he can slog through the mud or be held by a scared kid.

[mcwhytubers]

Joe continuing to fall with every anvil he tried to drop on xb is just killing me

[badshipshitblog]

i think calliope & caliborn should eat each other

[aspens-dragons]

I GOT MY BLEACHHHHHHH

[faaun]

oh my god ! haha . anyway a bit buzzed perhaps. anyway here's what happened on the date

[skyloftian-nutcase]

the word nutcase ☺️

”I always knew you were a nutcase,” Merovar said dully from the chaise where he was lounging, eyes closed as his face was lathered in a cream mask for his skin. “Trying to fall off the castle walls and die is a new one.”

“Oh, shut up and enjoy your stupid spa day,” Hemisi snapped while Link shuffled uncomfortably, both soaking wet and frazzled at being caught. “We were doing just fine until you told Dad about it.”

“That’s because I saw you two hanging off a buttress. Or, really, Link was hanging off a buttress while you were clinging to his legs.”

“We just slipped a little, we had it under control!”

Merovar peeked one eye open, blue staring into both teenagers. “Good luck convincing Father of that.”

Link sighed, knowing he probably had lost privileges to seeing his girlfriend for the next week.

[ellstersmash]

49 and 61 for mayo please?

49. Is there a word or gesture that makes either of them melt?

Mason: to piggyback off the last mayo post, he melts when she plays with his hair. it makes him feel so safe and cherished, and if he's tired he's been known to actually fall asleep.

Theo: she LOVES to hear him laugh. not that cool chuckle but like, a full-on uncontrollable belly laugh?? nothing better in the world.

61. How would they describe their S/O in one word?

To their face -

M @ T: addictive

T @ M: surprising

To a stranger -

M @ T: inimitable

T @ M: complicated

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thank you for more asks!

OC relationship asks

[dailyeca]

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