#no-go destinations

[nerdbytehub]

The One Place I’ll Never Visit (And It’s Not What You Think)

What place in the world do you never want to visit? Why? The One Place I’ll Never Visit (And It’s Not What You Think) Spoiler: it’s not a war zone, nor a remote jungle. It’s just… freezing. A cold, snowy mountain range under grey skies – the kind of place that makes your toes curl (literally). Here’s a mildly controversial take: there are places in the world I’d actively avoid. Not because…

[teaboot]

My brother took me to see sonic 3 and in honour of my first sonic experience I have created my very own self-insert sonic OC

He’s gonna go on so many normal adventures with his new friends Sonic and Tails

[pangur-and-grim]

I left the animals behind this weekend (except Belphie, bc he needs meds every 12 hours), and I'm going through withdrawal

[sfordaisy]

more girl piece

[exhausted-undead]

ah, young love (they will hate eachother at some point, pinkie promise)

[that-oracle]

So the new chapter huh..

[choccy-milky]

clora admiring her strong beater boyfriend 💪💕 ((from chap 21 of my fic!))

[loosethreadsofyoursoul]

destiel is just. you weren’t made for me. we weren’t made for each other. we were both made to serve heaven. but because of the love i have for you, i created a better way; i forged a better life. you weren’t made for me, and i wasn’t made for you. but here, in this one life, we chose each other. in an infinite number of universes we’ll never know, we don’t exist in, we didn’t mean this much to each other. but in this one, despite everything, we chose each other anyway.

[undertheredhood]

AU where jason todd never becomes the red hood because talia told dick that jason was alive immediately after learning what he was planning to do when he returned to gotham.

and now jason has to deal with his clingy older brother and his equally clingy group of friends who keep sobbing over him.

[syringaledraws]

Upwards, onwards

[janknabobfdi]

"romeo and juliet" okay? but could shakespeare write whatever the fuck church and texas had going on? i dont think so

[lotusloong]

Oh! For a request, could I ask for the prompt "showing displays of affection that might seem questionable to others around them" with the Destined One from Black Myth Wukong?

Sharing a bedroll? Well, it's to keep warm, of course!

Destined One keeping his tail wrapped around y/n? So she stays close and doesn't wander off.

Clingy

Relationship: Destined One X Reader

AN: This was such a cute idea, I hope you like it as much as I enjoyed writing it!

Tags: Fluff, Bajie being a butthead, he's just jealous tho

Read it on AO3!

“Now…this may be out of line for me but…I think you two need to, uh…get some space? Or something.” Bajie’s voice echoed around the clearing your group was camping in for the night, the fire flickering between him and you. Your monkey is one of few words, so you answer on his behalf. You know he’s comfortable with it because he idly stokes the fire and doesn’t even spare Bajie a passing glance. But you do.

You look over your shoulder to pout at the pig yaoguai, circling your arms tighter around your lover’s broad shoulders. Sensing your upset, your lover brings a free claw to your hair and pushes your head closer to him, pressing a kiss to your forehead before going back to tending the fire. His tail loops around your waist like a second sash, impossible to remove. 

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” You say matter of fact to your companion across from you. Bajie sighs and covers his muzzle with a hand, clearly exasperated. You snuggle further into your monkey’s lap, intent on enjoying his warmth and scent surrounding you, but Bajie speaks up again moments later.

“It’s awkward, okay? I feel like I can’t walk anywhere with you two without one of you quite literally hanging off the other like needy children. We came across a member of the zodiac tree and you-” He points an accusing claw at you where you sit on your lover’s lap, and you feel the tail around your waist get tighter with possessiveness. You stroke a hand through the fur on top of his head to soothe him. “couldn’t let go of his hand for five minutes so he could have a conversation!” The accusing finger points to your monkey next, and you scowl further.

“Chen Loong didn’t care. He even called us ‘cute’, and spent ten minutes rambling about young love! Your experience isn’t universal, Bajie.” You huffed, tempted to stick your tongue out at him but refraining. You could feel your lover’s shoulders trembling with repressed laughter under your hold. He buried his face into the warmth of your neck, his hot breath puffing against your pulse. You sigh in response, holding him closer.

“Ugh, knock it off!” The boar stood to his feet, his small stature not intimidating to you in the least. He began pacing around the fire, waving his nine-pronged rake in the air around him in a fit. “Can’t believe I have to-! It’s ridiculous!”

You paid him no mind, content to let him have his temper tantrum as long as your monkey kept holding you tight to his chest. Your lover surprised you then, pressing soft kisses to the part of your throat he had access to, his canines nipping at the skin. It had you shivering despite the warmth his body gave you, and you gave a breathy giggle at the feeling, happy to let him continue his exploration. You craned your neck to the side to allow him more access.

Bajie stopped his pacing, giving an indignant shout at the sight of you both.

“Really!? You don’t even have the proper respect to listen to me when I’m talking to you!?” He huffed and snorted. You cracked an eye open to stare at him (when had you even closed them-?) and scoffed.

“If all you have to say is complaints about our mate bond, then no. When you have something to say that's worth our time, I’ll listen.” Bajie gave an offended scoff, taken aback by your words. You would normally try to be kind to the pig, some distant part of your reincarnated soul recognizing him as an old friend you cared for long ago. You know the centuries haven’t been easy on him, but at this point you’re pretty sick of his comments on your lover’s behavior. It isn’t hurting anyone if you do things together, or hold each other’s hand as you walk the unbeaten path of your lover’s destiny. You see no reason why you should be shamed for it.

Bajie looks like he wants to argue with you further, but a low growl beneath you stops him dead in his tracks. Your monkey is glaring at the other yaoguai from where his face is hidden in your neck, piercing eyes telling the pig that enough is enough.

Bajie scoffs again and turns away from the fire, the fight suddenly drained from him.

“Whatever, do what you will. I’m going for a walk.” And with a burst of black and red smoke the pig is gone. You settle back into your lover’s hold, muscles going lax as the monkey beneath your breathes. You turn your head and press more idle kisses to the crown of his head, your hand coming up to cup his cheek that's not pressed against the skin of your throat.

“Sometimes I wonder…” you start, idly tracing patterns into the cloth covering your lover’s shoulders. “I wonder if he wants what we have…” Your monkey is silent beneath you, but you know he’s listening. Neither of you remembers what happened over 500 years ago, when you went on the original pilgrimage. You don’t remember if Bajie had actually found a lover for himself during that time, or sometime afterwards, but you get the feeling there is something the pig yaoguai isn’t sharing with you both.

Maybe when you get all six relics back you’ll remember more, but for now, you’re content to stave off the cold of the night with your soulmate.

With ease, your monkey moves his claws to your backside, cupping your thighs and butt as he makes to stand. You hold on tighter, letting him manhandle you as he finds his footing. He uses his posable feet to put out the fire, and makes his way to the circle of trees surrounding your little camp spot. He spends a moment looking at the different options before you, and finally commits to pulling himself up the trunk of a particularly sturdy looking one. You cling to him as he moves, confident he won’t drop you. He never has before.

He clambers onto a sturdy, thick branch, and immediately settles on his back along its length, pulling you to rest along his body and in between his legs so you don’t fall as you sleep. You settle down, your ear pressing against his chest, rising and falling with his even breaths, the sound of his heart beating away under your ear. You bite your lower lip, suddenly unsure.

“You would tell me, right?” You angle your head to look up at him. He has one arm folded up and behind his head to act as a pillow, his eyes on the moon as it shines above you. At your voice, he turns to look at you, eyebrow raised in question.

“If I’m too…clingy. Holding on to you too much. If you need space, you know you can have it right? I won’t be upset.” You manage to get the words out, but a pang of anxiety shoots through you at the thought of him pulling away from you. You’re on your way to defeating Yellowbrow, but you know the reason for your separation anxiety is because of what happened in Yellow Wind Ridge.

The desert had been the most perilous part of your journey at that point, the familiar terrain of Black Wind Mountain replaced with hot, dry air and rock. The unfamiliar terrain and new enemies hiding about had thrown the two of you for a loop, and this was proven by your first steps into the canyon. Your lover had been absolutely skewered by archers, only alive because of you trying to stem the flow of blood as the remaining spirit of the Bodhisattva worked his magic to heal your monkey.

That was followed up by the rat king and his second son taking you hostage to threaten your lover into compliance, and then the two of you having to struggle against the Tiger Vanguard, who made sure to keep you two separated on the battlefield as you fought. It had been…terrifying, to say the least.

You had known when you left the safety of the mountain that things would be difficult, impossible even, on your lover’s quest, but it hadn’t hit you just how difficult until you had entered the Wind Sage’s territory. Now you were hesitant to leave your lover’s side unless it was absolutely necessary, and even then, the anxiety you felt at the separation made you feel like you were going mad.

You had felt certain your monkey had felt similar to you in this aspect, which was why he held you just as often as you held him. Some part of him, mainly his tail, was always touching you. You were the first thing he would move towards to protect when enemies made their appearance, he would refuse to let you go when you camped for the night. You had thought it was because he felt the same crushing anxiety you did when separated, but Bajie’s words made you doubt. What if he simply did those things because he knew you needed it, and was secretly stifling his desire to be alone from you because he felt guilty.

His eyes met yours, before he leaned forward and kissed the crown of your head. His arms pulled you tight, and you could hear his voice whisper above you.

“No. Need you safe. I need…to make sure you’re okay.” He mumbled. Your breath caught in your throat, and you clung tighter to his chest. It was a relief to hear, the right words you needed to soothe the ache you were feeling. A monkey of few words, he always had the right ones to share for you.

[obliviouskara]

i cant stop thinking about the idea of supercorp being casual friends eventually turned lovers. but they linger on being friends for too long. long enough that alex can't stop rolling her eyes whenever she sees how they both act nothing like "just friends" and probably everything more but they both insist that they're friends. "best of friend" as kara likes to consistently point out that while lena makes a strained smile on her face almost to a point where she looks like she's in actual pain. this makes everyone in the room groan internally because anyone with a clear set of eyes could see that they were anything but. that they should probably be more than just.

everyone but them.

but the reality of the matter is that they really are just friends. friends that have lunch dates together, friends that go out so often that everyone thinks they've been dating for so long. friends that brighten each others day and go out of their way to make sure to console the other whenever they're having a bad one. they're friends that would reek havoc across the entire universe when the other isn't safe. they're friends that are willing to drop everything - sacrifice everything even to the point of their own well being for the safety of the other. friends that would search heaven and hell and literally flip the world upside down if the other went missing or was in danger. they're friends that linger on each other's apartment too long too late, to where they both end up sleeping at each other's apartment even though both their apartments are a few meters away. arguably walking distance at best. friends that have their toothbrush and spare clothes at each other's apartment just because. friends that send ridiculous amount of pictures of each other for friends that also spend almost every waking moment together and still send "i miss you" messages after being apart for more than a day. friends. that's what they've always been even though they've probably had the most dramatic (alex's words) emotional (kelly's words) sapphic (sam's words) friendship break up in the century which for the sake of their friendship will no longer be discussed because they're fine and they're okay. they're back where they used to be.

but maybe, just maybe they were never really just friend. maybe one of them (preferably the alien one) has not fully grasp yet the social queue does not fully know the difference between being someone's friend and falling madly and deeply for someone. while the other is too broken, too scared, too fragile to think of the possibility that they could be more than just friends. friends is safe. friends is what she deserves. there is no way someone like her friend kara would ever fall for someone like lena.

ahhh what a beautiful & painful mess they are.

[wolfienation]

im shocked that i havent seen shipping of these 2 because the potential😭

edit: ive been strong armed by @softantlers the ship name is vapefork

[cassowariess]

I know the writers gave Nacho's character huge amounts of iconography and symbolism, and the flower is the one that's mentioned/referenced the most, but my favourite has to be this shot in which the "halo" doesn't quite reach his head.

Like yeah, he died a sacrificial lamb, a martyr and a twisted christ figure, but he'll never be a saint.