#my mind is just.. 🥹

[noxtivagus]

i'll do more tmrrw!!

[saixria]

Last chance to post this before people stop caring about Wisdom saga ODY AND ATHENA FRIENDSHIP MEAN SM TO ME YOU DONT GET IT

[hyunpic]

HYUNJIN | SKZ DOCUSERIES EP. 1: I-DAYS MILANO, BST HYDE PARK, LOLLAPALOOZA CHICAGO

[myokk]

“They were once again standing on either side of the elegant stone pensieve, white-knuckled hands gripping its edges as they stared, wide-eyed, at each other. Their faces were so close together that the air Eloise breathed out was inhaled by Sebastian.

They stayed like that for seconds, minutes, hours, unable - unwilling - to break the spell.”

From chapter 11 of my fic 😇

[books-books-smolderinglooks]

"He hadn’t realised how grey his life had been until Simon had come tumbling in in full technicolour, making everything feel brighter." ❤️ From Anywhere With You by @gulliblelemon. 💜

[willowser]

you don't know how much comfort your dragon king bkg drabble has given me ever since you posted it!! i keep reading it i love it sm 🥹

as it turns out, the man bakugou is — a bit harder to handle.

he sleeps like a heathen; you once thought the dragon bakugou to be a bit lazy, with how often he tended to curl up in the fields of grass, warm under the sun, but now — it would seem his little human form needs significantly less rest.

almost up all hours of the day, and when he does finally lay down, he's everywhere. a mess of limbs: one thrown carelessly out to the side and the other bent at an angle you can't believe doesn't hurt his joints. his head stays tucked into you somehow, either buried in your neck or pressed against your ribs — or you'll wake to find him nose-to-nose with you. he still snores like a dragon, however.

you're also beginning to wonder if there is a bottom to the pit of his stomach. he ate much before, whole fields of things, but you expected that appetite to dwindle, at least a little, now that his stomach has decreased considerably in size. and in number ? you're not even sure how many stomachs a dragon has; that's not something that was mentioned in the fairytales.

it burns through him quickly, gives him more energy than he needs, and it doesn't ever seem to affect his weight much. already, he's huge and thick with muscle and eating as much as he does never dulls the severity of his cut abdomen. not that you're looking all that much.

— not that you have a choice not to, as he seems to have little-to-no understanding of —

the door to the bathhouse kicks open, with enough force that you already know who it is without ever turning to look. you try not to shriek when you see him, because he seems to like that in some evil, impish way.

you've been alone to wash so far, thankfully, as the inn you'd managed to find was small and far enough out from the nearest kingdom that the occupancy was low — enough for you and your little brute.

the man bakugou comes to stand in front of the bath, blinking and huffing against the steam. finding clothes for him was — nearly impossible, and so the trousers you'd found hanging on someone's line outside fit above his ankles, a bit too tight around his waist. instead of a shirt, you've wrapped him in a scratchy linen, swaddled him up like a baby to cover the small smattering of scales that decorate his body, almost like freckles from the sun, though they gleam just as bright and red as they ever have. no matter his form.

a horn has started to sprout, on the right side of his forehead, and you've done your best to cover that, too.

you have no idea how long this man thing will last. if it's permanent or if he even has control over it. the last thing you need is for him to switch back, somehow, while you're in the middle of feeding him, absolutely demolishing whatever tavern you're in and calling all of king todoroki's guards to attention.

bakugou grunts, almost sleepy, and tosses a fat, weighty sack onto the edge of the bath. it jingles a certain jingle that makes your heart stop.

"oh, allfather—" you move for the edge, awkwardly keeping one arm against your chest despite the fact that he's seen it all by now. when you peek inside and confirm your fears, you lob it back to him furiously, as if it were a steaming potato. "where do you keep getting this stuff?"

things have started to turn up, miraculously. shiny things — like coins and rings and gems. things he could not have simply found rolling around in the dirt.

"go put it back!" you hiss at him, and the tone of your voice makes his frown deepen. you never realized how pouty he was, when he was still a dragon.

you think he understands you, and you're pretty certain he just chooses not to listen; instead of doing what you've told him in the slightest, he simply dumps the coin-purse to the floor, and then lets his linen and stolen trousers cover it as he unceremoniously undresses.

the biggest issue that you would say the man bakugou poses is — his complete lack of understanding of personal space.

"bakugou!" your voice wavers, shocked again by his nakedness. as if you haven't seen it all by now. "no, you — get out!"

but he does the exact opposite, which is hop into the steaming water, ignoring the arm you hold out to keep him away as he saddles up beside you. skin against scales, pressing a nose into your hair to huff out his annoyance, to make it something you can feel.

if anyone were to walk in right now, they would — probably think the lie you'd told the innkeeper was true. that you are a simple traveler and this is your mute, over-sized husband.

regardless, you think this behavior isn't polite. especially in a public bathhouse.

"bakugou," you try again, turning your face away as you speak to the wood-paneled wall. "i'm taking a bath, you have to wait your turn."

all you receive in response is another huff against your ear and a low rumble of disagreement from his chest.

he has yet to speak back, and has only used inhuman sounds as his points of conversation. the only word you've ever heard him utter is oi, which he does when he really thinks he needs your attention. you're starting to wonder if he's named you that in his head. oi.

curiously, you turn back to him and the movement has him pulling his face from your hair, just enough that he can look down at you, too. watch you, with the red-rippled sea in his eyes.

they're — amazing, you will admit. just as bright and detailed as they always have been. fit for a fairytale told by the fire, veiled by the soft-ash of his lashes. he watches you through them, half-lidded, and you wonder if it's something other than fatigue that has them so heavy.

"do you know what i'm saying?" you ask quietly, voice lacking the firm heat you want it to. instead it's heavy, too, weighted by something soft and unfamiliar and frightening. "can you even understand me?"

bakugou doesn't respond, not with a huff or a rumble or ever a purr, like the one he let out on the night he lay over you by the lake. you've only heard it sparingly since then, oftentimes in his sleep when his face is pressed into you.

you try not to frown at his silence, try not to let it disappoint you because it shouldn't; he's a dragon afterall, and you're not sure what it matters. the little horn protruding from his forehead catches your eye and you reach up to touch it gently, watching him blink away the water that drips from your wrist — and then he's turning into you again, too close.

beneath the water, you feel his hands skate up your bare thighs, wrap around your waist until your chest is pulled flush against his. you feel his huff, again, against the damp skin of your neck but it's slower, lighter. not laced with his frustration. some unknown thing you feel guilty for liking.

you drop your hand to his hair, rushing full force into all the damned things you've thought about doing but have been too afraid to. he's soft between your fingers, and you trace your nails lightly against his scalp until he groans quietly; a new noise, one you don't know how to translate.

your fingers stop when they brush upon little spines that have grown at the base of his skull, that have started to trail down the center of his back.

suddenly, tangled up in the bath with him, you wonder how much time you have left.

bakugou huffs again into your skin, a little fiercer this time, and it's because of his light jostling that you realize how rigid you've gone. you try to relax so that he will, too, though you must not do a convincing job, because a sharp nip comes to your earlobe.

"ow!" you squeal, but he doesn't let you go far, not even as you try to jerk away from him. in fact, the harder you try the more his teeth show: into your cheek and the point of your jaw and then dangerously low on your neck.

it's not until you finally freeze that he stops, huffing again, with a warmth that burns more than the steaming water.

and then, very quietly, he grumbles, "shitty wife," into your collarbone, just before biting you again.

[sainz100]

Max & Daniel throwback to 2018 | Futsal in São Paulo | x

[thatsrightice]

Pilot Everett Blakely played by David Shields, Bombardier James Douglass played by Elliot Warren, and Navigator Harry Crosby played by Anthony Boyle

[llondonfog]

new personal headcanon: lilia didn't cut his hair until after silver gave him the acorn bracelet. he held that precious child in his arms, the weight of silver's love wrapped around his wrist and draped like the warmest winter cloak around his shoulders, and he knew right then and there that lilia vanrouge, the disgraced general and lowly bat fae, was long scattered to the winds like the locks shorn at his feet. in his place (and had been for some time, lilia too cowardly to see it) was lilia vanrouge, the beloved father (toto) of his son, his heart's true love.

in his place is a man with short hair with bright, pink highlights (the boy's favorite color), staring back at him in the mirror with a smile as bright as the sun.

in his place is a man unrecognizable, but lilia can't wait to know him. for the first time in nearly seven hundred years, he's excited to know what life will be like, for the world to know him as lilia vanrouge, silver's father.

[chvoswxtch]

i’m never going to fucking shut up about this look at THEM

now I know exactly how foggy felt in season 3 when he sees matt at josie’s and asks him if this is real

pls excuse me while I scream from the rooftops

[themissingmango]

Stick with me… Tom Kazanksy as an incredibly prestigious film direction and Pete Mitchell as the industries most beloved action star. But when will they ever work together?! 👀

[baeshijima]

remember when we were all speculating pre 4.0 after the livestream that neuvillette would be some kind of mastermind controlling everything behind the scenes, but in reality hes just a gentle soul trying to navigate the ways of being human and protecting fontaine

like

okay. sign these papers for our marriage ig.🧍‍♀️

[fruitchakra]

[fromtheseventhhell]

"I have no sister." The words were knives. What do you know of my heart, priestess? What do you know of my sister? | Jon VI

--metaphorical knives at feigning neutrality regarding his sister

Jon fell to his knees. He found the dagger's hilt and wrenched it free. In the cold night air the wound was smoking. "Ghost," he whispered. Pain washed over him. Stick them with the pointy end. When the third dagger took him between the shoulder blades, he gave a grunt and fell face-first into the snow. He never felt the fourth knife. Only the cold... | Jon XIII

--literal knives from breaking that neutrality to save her

[rocketbirdie]

At some point Dark Zack has some or other mild (by his standards, compared to his situation) breakdown and pulls Kunsel into a hug and cries on his shoulder and Kunsel is just standing there paralysed with his arms out awkwardly to the side, heart beating practically out of his chest, seeing Cloud eyeing him speculatively from the corner and thinking “fuck fuck fuck what do I do what do I do. Zack needs comfort or he wouldn’t have grabbed me but if I hug him back Cloud might take my arms off fuck fuck fuckkkk” and everyone else in the room (I think someone of avalanche walked in on accident possibly?) is also holding their breath waiting for Cloud to snap and kill Zack’s SOLDIER friend that they frankly don’t trust either, but damn he doesn’t deserve whatever Cloud’s gonna do to him-

meanwhile Cloud in the corner isn’t actually thinking of ways to hurt Kunsel, for once he’s thinking slightly positively towards someone who isn’t Zack, something like “oh Zack trusts trusts this guy. Went to him for comfort and everything. Hmm. Maybe I can trust him a little too. He obviously knows how much Zack hates being touched since he’s not hugging back. I guess I don’t have to worry too much about him hurting Zack. Maybe he’ll know how to help me make Zack happy” and fully unaware that nobody can tell when his thinking face is oriented positively or violently because it looks the same and it’s making them nervous

aUAAH *BLOWS UP*

[urlocalwormtoday]

william's rotting? I hope it gets WORSE !!!! dakota's bones are at risk? I hope they BREAK and SHATTER !!!!!! vyncent's world is corrupted and his dad betrayed everyone? I hope he SUFFERS !!!! ashe is possessed by the trickster? jokes on you, I hope his body is used to kill SO MANY PEOPLE !!!!!

angst is the lifeblood of every fandom and I need more (< needs to be put down)