#naked fist

[mariocki]

Firecracker (Naked Fist, 1981)

"Well, what do you think?"

"Uh..."

"I mean, is this the kind of thing that you think you might be interested in trying?"

"Frankly, I don't think it's something I want to get involved with."

"A true fighter fights to kill. Otherwise, it's only a game."

[fitsofgloom]

A Tiny Stick of Dynamite

Laced With TNT

I'm A Firecracker, Hot As I Can Be!

[age-of-moonknight]

“Pathfinder,” Moon Knight: Fist of Khonshu (Vol. 2/2024), #3.

Writer: Jed MacKay; Penciler and Inker: Domenico Carbone; Colorist: Rachelle Rosenberg; Letterer: Cory Petit

[unriding]

IDK IF IM LATE BUT HAPPY BDAY AGAIN EVIE !!!!! if today didnt treat you well i am having FISTFIGHT (w/ moze for your good day !!!!) (•̀ᴗ•́ )و

look look, hes loving ur reward after he fought for ur honor !! >:]]

NICK ??!!!!! if someone were monitoring my heart rate, they would quickly take notice of spikes & it wouldn’t take them very long to connect it back to u you know !! (*ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)ꕤ*.ﾟi have a long reply … no pressure to read! the shorter version is : HELLO OMG ??? THANK YOU?!

i will save the tags for my screaming over this ( which, i did a lot of over these past few days lol ) can we talk about you for a second!! because i have word dumped to you before, but as always, it is not nearly enough …

i always always talk about your art, i’ve noticed, but today i’d like to talk about just you — art aside if you don’t mind !!! because i have been so grateful to become your moot … you have the most endearing personality ever that i just adore so much ! you know, even before we became mooties, i had seen you around a bit! and one of my first ever thoughts was oh, this person is so sweet to his friends siendjdjxjk i have always thought of you to be very kind!

i wish you could have seen the way my face lit up when you joined my event !! I WAS LIKE ACK THIS VERY COOL PERSON IS INTERACTING WITH ME IDK WHAT TO DO NOW — and i quite literally had two devices out, cranked the brightness to max, switched off night mode — and i was LOOKING SO CLOSE AT MY SCREEN I WAS LIKE . ok … DONT MESS UP .

though bahahaha the reason i was so excited is because i just love how you ?? talk ??? i mentioned this once! the way you text and type and the way you are always makes me so happy, it is always such a joy to scroll through your blog !!! you are so funny — i am always smiling and laughing at your posts and oh, you are just such a lovely person to be around !!! i also read your tags on the things you reblog solely for the reason that you’re just great bahahhahaa i truly do love to see your thoughts and reactions to things !!!

^ i would describe myself as when a dog looks to their friend and waits for their reaction to have its own reaction ….. the same way where if you scream “YAYY” the dog will inevitably be excited too … that is me with you .. i am just happy to be here ( on nick’s blog ) yes !!!

though i am one of your friends that sits at the front porch of your blog eagerly holding out a bag to ask for ppgear crumbs, i hope you know that besides the beloved ppgear and your art — you, yourself! are so cherished by all of us 🥺 we love you and your endearing personality … and separately — we love puppetgear and your amazing lore and dynamics you’ve given them !! and separately, we love your art and your wonderful colors and lines and ( can i sit near you and observe … how do you draw … i want to shamelessly wear a pair of binoculars and observe … OBSERVE INTENTLY … HOW DO YOU DRAW SUCH COOL STUFF PLEASE LET ME SEE )

[lazyveran]

no one knows where the disgraced princess of the fire nation ended up. there was never any question of her survival after the war, but talk is eerily quiet regarding zuko's sister once her escape from the asylum came and went. the efforts of his dragon's teeth, his spies which was still an odd thing to think about having, turn up nothing of import. azula had become a ghost more than anything else, her presence reduced to the still ongoing rennovations of the palace and the memories haunting the shadows of the halls. they never faded, even when the ashes of their joint destruction had long been swept away

later, much much later when his lordship dawned it's fifth year and the burden of the throne became that much heavier, zuko recieved a strange letter. it was from his uncle, that was no surprise, but wax seal was hasty, and unfurling it revealed strangely rushed characters. odd, since iroh's brush stroke was always resolute and strong, his mother always claiming it to be the writing of an earth bender rather than fire royalty. he reads his words above his overbearing desk, pushing away whatever else needed his eyes. they were measured, iroh's words, a peculiar care to them and at the bottom in post script was nothing but an address.

ba sing se, the upper ring, a newling establishment in the sun plaza, business district - the blue fire bathhouse

[yellowfingcr]

"Tonight, Heysel joins the hunt."

[inklore]

marinara sauce is literally orgasmic.

[tetsuskei]

from cherie to one beloved risu ♥︎ : warm love among snezhnaya’s harshest winters

dancing along the slopes of his bare back and shoulders, littered in between sparse populations of freckles laid bruises of many kind— not ones the harbinger had sustained during battle though, or at least, not on the battlefield. a different kind of battle, fought in bed mere hours ago, round after round as he gained a new set of hickies, bite marks, nips and other sorts of reminders of the night gone past that had etched themselves into his skin.

the delicious aroma of pancakes and waffles, mixed with aromatic cinnamon sugar in their batter wafts through the kitchen as the ginger turns on the stove, humming absentmindedly to himself as he expertly ties on the apron hanging on the oven’s door handle to cover up. frilly and white, the simple design oozes of innocence and glee, making him chuckle at the sheer irony.

with ease and precision, almost like being in the kitchen is second nature to him, he flips pancakes one by one in his pan while handling the waffle griddle at the same time, until a tall stack of both the yummy treats is piled up high on a plate beside him on the countertop.

“tartaglia?” a soft voice cuts through the ambient silence and dying down sizzles of the stove as he turns the heat off.

“what is this?” risu asks, one of the harbinger’s home shirts haphazardly thrown atop her bare body as a cover up. his eyes rake over her figure, eyes darting down to the spot where the shirt ends just near the top of her legs where he knows that underneath the flimsy cotton garment lays a scattered pattern of teasing bites and succulent kisses along her inner thighs.

“have you been cooking in here? it smells so good . . .”

“koshechka,” he admires her form breathlessly, watching as his shirt slips off her shoulders elegantly, exposing more of the loving hickies and marks he had given her hours prior. she stumbles into the kitchen, legs still sore, but he catches her without another thought, sweeping her up and into his arms as she squeals.

laughter fills the couple’s happy home, spotted sunlight fluttering in through the windows of the kitchen, flooding the room with the morning sunshine that bounces off the white snow outside their walls.

tartaglia grins up at her, tilting her head downwards before enveloping her lips in a warm kiss.

“welcome home.” she whispers quietly in between short breaks for them to catch their breathes, for only him to hear. and he smiles at that, the dimples in his freckles lined cheeks showing. his usually dull, cerulean eyes shining with the familiarity of genuine, compassionate love underneath shaggy ruffled orange locks, reserved for her alone.

“i’m home, risu.”

my brain after reading this:

[toriz0]

HEY. read my 116 movie reviews

[madetolooklikeus]

me: i dont get the erotic interpretation of Hadrian placed between Samothes and Samot, being outside their sexual conflict is kind of crucial to how i like to think of him

me when FatT Pinup Week: what if Hadrian wore nothing but the ring and the cloak and 5 drops of chanel n5

[babyloniastreasure]

karna is so silly. i think we need to appreciate his silliness more

[fieriframes]

[And his cold trousers were twisted and the sirens high and shrill. And crumpled in his fist was a five-dollar bill. And the naked mannequins with their cheshire grins. And the raconteurs and roustabouts said Buddy, come on in. 'Cause, 'cause the dreams ain't broken down here now. They're walking with a limp.]

[murderedgoat]

[aluminia]

OK but the Invisible Man man is definitely one of the most hilarious books I've ever read, Griffin is just constantly throwing a tantrum and calculating the most efficient way to beat everyone's ass.

[dumbxum]

[reflectionsofgalaxies]

i’ve been cursed by beautiful wide hips that i do not want, and thick thighs that make finding pants that fit near fucking impossible.

if dresses weren’t seen by most people as inherently feminine and i wasn’t wildly uncomfortable being seen in them most of the time, i would wear dresses and nothing else simply for ease of not having to find pants that fit or match my shirts.