#my hot take for today

[mother-gummy-bear]

Pyro headcanon

Pyro sees everything as sunshine and rainbows bc they just have that much fun torching people. It's not literal, it's just their mindset.

[annatars-nine-rings]

The greatest sin committed by trop is how "meh" Celebrimbor's death was.

[brobiwan-kenobi-412]

he/they Link.

thank you goodbye

[seiwas]

cw: pro-hero bakugo, reader has boobs, kind of explicit/nsfw? idk i describe boobs, reader is smaller and shorter than bakugo, unedited sawry

bakugo's muscle tee looks as ill-fitting as it'll ever be draped over you.

there are reasons for this, perfectly founded and logical reasons for why that is—the main one being that, it's, well, his; two, maybe even three sizes larger than what it should be to fit you properly.

but, he can't stop staring, and there are reasons for that too—the main one being that, it's his, and yet, the only way he can ever imagine it now is when it's being worn by you.

your hips sway to the song you've been humming for the past five minutes. it's the same one, the chorus on a perpetual loop. he's sure it's the only part you know; you do this often enough that it's the only part he knows now, too.

the hem of his tee hits right at the top of your thighs, concealing just enough to tease, but he���s confident that if you reach up even the slightest bit for the cupboard overhead, there'll be nothing to hide.

he feels a little bit like a creep like this, watching as he stands in the middle of your shared living room, but it's impossible too look away—you've got to be doing this on purpose, right?

heat flares inside of him when you turn your body ever so slightly, the armhole of his muscle tee large enough to give him the clearest view of skin—

he gulps.

it's smooth, sloping just right; the side view of your under boob curves into its perfect shape and he can imagine it, feel—

(is this considered perving if he's been with you for years?)

the pan in front of you sizzles as you plop in god knows what. you pour in something from the side and wait, one hand propped on the hip you pop out. then, you pick up the pan, attempting to flip what's inside (probably a pancake, now that he thinks about it).

it’s hard to focus on what you’re cooking though, especially when all he sees is plump flesh jiggling, bouncing as you further agitate the pan.

he just got the pants of this suit readjusted, and now they're fucking tight.

bakugo normally runs hot; it’s kind of part of his dna. but this warmth is different, flushing him from head to toe. it creeps up the side of his neck, painting the tips of his ears a blooming red.

you turn around then, plopping the pancake on the plate atop the counter behind you.

"oh! you're done," you greet him with a smile. so. fucking. casually.

as if your tits aren't fucking peaking against the gray fabric of his tee.

as if you think he buys the fake innocence poorly concealing that sly, conniving look in your pretty eyes.

as if you aren't standing in front of him in his muscle tee, wearing nothing underneath it like you didn’t do this on purpose. like you don’t know what it fucking does to him.

his eyes squint suspiciously, deep vermillion staring straight into yours.

you tilt your head, the tips of your lashes kissing the top of your cheekbones as you blink. you reach for a bottle of honey.

“everything okay?” you ask, voice syrupy, sickeningly sweet.

your movements play in front of him languidly, the corner of your lips curling up slightly as you smirk. honey catches on your finger as you pop open the bottle cap.

he’s supposed to be out the door in five minutes if he wants to make it in time for a meeting at the agency. technically, he should already be there if he wants to keep up his track record of consistently being fifteen minutes too early.

but you start to approach him, rounding the kitchen island. there’s a narrow space between him and the slab of marble, but you slide into it like it was made for you.

he’s certain it was, from the way the tip of your nose brushes against his as you tiptoe. your tits are right fucking there, brushing against the skintight material of his suit.

there’s too much fucking fabric if you ask him, between cotton and spandex.

your grin widens, and he feels hot, the heat from his cheeks radiating.

then you whisper, still saccharine, “breakfast is ready,” before kissing him on the lips lightly. a short peck, soft in the way that promises more before you slip away, giggling in your retreat.

he huffs, watching you leave. his feet shift as he thinks.

five minutes, huh?

like hell he’s going to eat these damn pancakes for breakfast today.

[skunkes]

today's doodles during my employment roleplay (volunteering)

This is paul rubens floral watercolors on talens art creation sketchbook, with a kuretake zig compact medium waterbrush ^_^ lines are tombow fudenosuke

[tls123]

thirty-one days of jiujiu(ly) — 2024 edition // day twenty-nine + with bonus lan wangji ! + find the 2022 edition here

[dotpyenji]

Dragalia Lost Period Tracker

[fehl-prime]

Not enough people give James Vega love. They see a big ol' himbo with a goofy sense of humor who gives people silly nicknames. And I'm not even referring to the travesty that Bioware gave us with his "romance" either because wtf was that?

I mean James Vega, formerly James Sanders — a young mixed man who changed his last name to distance himself from his criminal father and take on his mother's maiden name. It's also his uncle Emilio's last name, who James looked up to enough to join the Alliance Marines because Tio Emilio was a marine.

I'm talking about the James Vega that was dropped onto Fehl Prime with his team, with little known intel about the hostage situation happening there. The same man whose CO went down in the field and he assumed command to not only save his team, but the whole colony. The same man who went toe-to-toe with a Krogan Blood Pack lieutenant and won.

I mean the James Vega that hunkered down on Fehl Prime for 2 years because those were the orders. He may not have liked them, but he followed them. Not blindly, not without silently questioning the mindset of his superiors and the Alliance brass, but he did it.

Same James Vega that geared up when the Collectors hit the colony while they were outside the settlement's perimeter and snuck his way back in to try and save the civilians. He was also the guy exhibiting extremes of humanity in the emotional sense when faced with choosing to save the data that Treeya Nuwani had in her possession in order to win the WAR, not just the battle, as opposed to getting the colonists to safety (I have more feelings on that, but I'm a believer in the fact that his affinity for Treeya absolutely did factor in to his decision, but that he WAS ultimately playing the long game for the good of the galaxy). This is also the guy that carried the guilt of sacrificing all of those colonists in favor of preserving the data on the Collectors because, guess what? He's HUMAN and he MAKES MISTAKES. He also took furlough on Omega to drown out the guilt for his decision on Fehl because if you're gonna make bad choices, Omega's the place to do it.

Same man who served as a glorified babysitter of Commander Shepard for 6 months before the Reapers hit Earth. He then stuck it out with Shepard & Co. when the reality of the war hit like a ton of bricks. After threatening to get a ride back to Earth from the Citadel, he saw how Shepard moved and understood that sometimes, battles are fought in war rooms, not on the field. Same hombre who got an N7 commendation and didn't immediately accept, but tapped into his self-consciousness and brought it to his Commander who talked him through his own potential and the possibilities she sees for him (yes, Shepard is a woman).

The James Vega I'm talking about is a closet optimist, slightly jaded, and borders on insubordinate when given a radical order (see the beginning of ME3 when they're leaving Earth to go to the Mars Archive). He is loyal, strong, insecure, funny, and one of the most genuine people. If you're a friend, you're one for life. He voices his opinions and remains true to himself. He would 10/10 die for his people without question or hesitation. He could also be classified as a Krogan in Human form.

In short, this is a James Vega house. He is imperfect. And that makes him wonderful and relatable and I will never shut up about him.

[pjs-everyday]

hot cocoa and errands with eri ☕️❄️✨

[davonati]

They make love out there in the field, before David has to leave for good. It’s fast and messy, with both of their emotions running so high. Yonatan comes with the taste of David’s tears on his tongue.

He stays lying on his back in the grass until the sound of crunching footsteps finally fades away, and only realizes later that, in their utter desperation for each other, he’d forgotten to take any of the usual precautions. But by then, it’s far too late.

***

Four months later, he goes to see David at Horesh. Even in the dim light of the hideout, David looks at him oddly.

“Something’s different about you,” he muses, and Yonatan has to stop himself from reflexively clutching his belly. He’s not showing yet, not really, but he can feel the life growing inside him.

He expects David to approach him then, to explore the planes of his body as he’s done countless times before. He readies himself to tell David the truth, to finally feel the weight of this secret lift off his shoulders. But David comes no closer. He eyes him for another moment and then turns away, pulling out a large map of the Judean territories as he updates Yonatan on his group’s movements over the last few months.

It’s better this way, Yonatan decides. David has enough to worry about at the moment without concerning himself with Yonatan’s health, and there’s no guarantee that the baby will make it to term anyways: it’s not as if Yonatan is willing – or able – to confine himself to bedrest for nine months. When David returns to Giveah, Yonatan can reevaluate the situation. Most likely Yonatan will never need to reveal his mistake; best case scenario, David will have an heir to secure his lineage as he ascends to the throne.

***

Years later, as Yonatan lies bleeding out under the stars, his last thought is to wish he’d gotten the chance to tell David about their son.

[fluentisonus]

wait can i say something. my pettiest quibble with fanfiction is that they're always making jean valjean a tea guy instead of a coffee guy but I truly think deep at heart he is a coffee guy . by which I mean he probably doesn't actually drink coffee in the later part of the book at least because he denies himself everything, like he probably just drinks plain water, but like I think coffee is what he likes -- he never drinks tea in the book but he does specifically think when he's about to go to arras that one of the parts of freedom he'll miss is his portress bringing him coffee in the morning. which obviously this doesn't matter at all and I don't actually care all that much but it does feel like it came from a 'nice people drink tea mean people drink coffee' sort of stereotype just to contrast him w javert

[futurelabs]

it's starting to feel like home 🏠🪴

[as-dreamers-do]

when Ame and Eursulon see Suvi having her breakdown and Ame's response is "Suvi!" and Eursulon's is "Sky!" 10/10 subtle character moment no notes all respect

[rocketbirdie]

WHO ARE YOU PEOPLE

No but seriously THANK YOU this is absolutely crazy. Only a little over a year ago I finally started posting my art, after years of lurking like a little hermit.

Miscellaneous questions: What do you want to see more of? Would you be interested in some merch, like prints/stickers etc.? Which of your favorite OSTs do you want to hear me mangle into the FFVII soundfont? On what other social media sites do you think I should spread my Cloud Autism Strife Propaganda, assuming there are even any that remain unenshittified? Let me know what you think!!

[itonlyhastobetruetoday]

i’m gonna hold you hand while i say this, just imagine darry singing ~bring him home~ during the windrixville week

[icewindandboringhorror]

At what temperature INDOORS (not outdoor weather) do you start to become noticeably uncomfortable (sweaty, heavy, don't feel like doing anything, etc.) and begin trying to cool off yourself or your environment?

(Like, at what point do you start putting out fans, turning on the AC, getting ice water, etc. because the indoor room temperature has gotten too high for you?)

It's starting to get warmer weather where I live, so I was thinking about it/curious how this might vary :0

(sorry if the celsius conversions aren't entirely accurate, I just used a website to look them up/am not familiar with measuring things that way myself lol)