#nothing is 100% FOR YOU

[triaelf9]

Wanted to share my approach to media recently that's been not only healthier on my brain, but also gives me space to create is:

This person may not tell the perfect story for me. But if they can tell a story that entertains me, that's all I need.

If I want a story perfect for me, I'll create it.

And when i don't spend hours angry online about a piece of media, guess what I then have?

OODLES OF TIME TO MAKE THE STORIES I WANT OUT THERE.

So do THAT.

[camilleflyingrotten]

Part 1/?

[egophiliac]

So.... what are your thoughts on Ace's UM, if you haven't been asked this already?

sneaky magic for the sneakiest boy

no but really, I think it fits him really well! I had thought his UM would probably involve something kinda sleight-of-handy or pickpockety! and I looooved that it made such a nice loop-around back to episode 1. ❤️ I was. kind of half-expecting him to just run out and punch Riddle in the nose again. but instead this time 'twas he who offed the queen's head! it was great! and he did it while stone-cold terrified out of his mind! because Ace is the only remotely normal or well-adjusted person at NRC and therefore the only one who is like "we're going to literally die, this is super effed up". but he did it anyway!!!! I AM SO PROUD

[puppppppppy]

who is your favorite AA character? 👁️👁️

ziska… I hope capcom brings her back someday

[kedreeva]

In case you haven't heard yet, Colossal, the biotech company that earlier this year showed off their "woolly mouse," has announced that they de-extincted "dire wolves." I put this in quotes, because just like with the mice, they didn't truly bring them back (nothing can actually do that, yet) or even really make them.

What they actually did was kind of neat; they copied genes sequenced from dire wolf DNA and inserted them into the grey wolf genome (replacing grey wolf DNA, as they said gray wolves shared a significant percentage of their genome (which isn't saying a TON considering how much the human and chimp genome have in common without being nearly the same animals, but it's better than taking, say, a turtle's genome or something else super unrelated), to create a wolf with genes that dire wolves had.

And while that's not really the same thing as building a dire wolf completely from scratch, so to speak, and it's not really "cloning" them either, it's still pretty cool science, and just like with the woolly mouse, the work (ie, altering/editing multiple genes at once from sequenced DNA of deceased individuals) COULD apply to conservation of actual species (for example, having the ability to widen the genome of remaining breeding individuals of an endangered species, with DNA from deceased individuals). I'm not sure if it IS applying to other species right now (at least not through this company, despite their stated claims to want to), but it is one of their stated goals and it would work.

Also, they're pretty cute

As they were born in October 2024, they now have their own 2,000 acre reserve where Colossal is monitoring them closely. There are two males and one female, but as they've stated they do not have plans to breed them, I'm not sure where the female is being kept in relation to the males, but I suspect she's the solo-wolf pictured, vs the pics of the pair.

Anyway, that's all happening.

[itwaslegendary]

you knew what you wanted and boy you got her 😭

[fallenrain40]

labels are optional btw. i've seen some people complain about microlabels and how they are confusing, unnecessary, but the thing is. those labels are OPTIONAL. the people who use microlabels are using them because they feel that's what works best for them. you don't have to use any label you don't want, even if it's description technically matches you. that's why things like ace and aro are spectrums. you could use a microlabel, or if you feel it works better to just call yourself ace/aro, or simply aspec, there's options. and you don't even have to use any of them if you don't want. you can go unlabeled. it's all up to you what you want to use for yourself. nobody is forcing you to use a label you don't want. that's literally the opposite of what we want htgfsdsf

my point is, if microlabels don't work for you, then just don't use them. don't start trying to invalidate others who do use them. microlabels exist so you have more options.

[zorangezest]

how do you draw yourself?

ok, now how do you draw the others?

here’s soundwave’s drawings without the vandalism, I imagine he does little doodles!

[bcksbarnes]

have i found you?

pairing: bucky barnes x reader

summary: you and bucky are in the beginning stages of your relationship and get caught in a rainstorm

word count: 2.1K

the early stages of dating were always the most nerve wracking, and for bucky who hadn’t done any ounce of it in the last 80 years, it’s even more so. when you came into his life it felt like something had finally clicked into place again, like the world got a bit brighter, the fog that was there was starting to lift. 

now the problem he was having was translating those feelings into words. sure, you understood that he was more of a shower not a teller, but bucky wanted to push those boundaries for you. his therapist told him that part of growing is doing things that would make him uncomfortable; he never wanted to switch therapists faster in his life. 

but, he knew she was right.

you and bucky had decided to take things slow, even if there was no formal conversation stating that, both of you knew that it would be better in the long run to not rush into anything. you didn’t need him to open up about his past to get the idea of what had happened, you knew of his time as the winter soldier, there was no need to go into details so early on.

so most of your nights together were spent learning the song and dance of this new relationship, or whatever this was. 

despite his quiet nature, bucky was anything but a homebody. sitting still didn’t mix well with the instinct to always be on the run, and being alone meant that the thoughts that flooded his brain couldn’t be tuned out. no, bucky needed some background noise, not overstimulating, but the chatter of the people or the sound of cars passing by him to drown out the thoughts as best he could. for those reasons alone, he tried to take you out as much as possible.

your favorite thing to do together was to walk over the bridge from manhattan and into brooklyn, despite being terrified of how high up you were, bucky couldn’t imagine a better way to spend time together. it was intimate yet you were still surrounded by people. the views were stunning, and it always gave him an excuse to stop by his old neighborhood. even if so much had changed in the decades since he had lived there, he loved the warm fuzzy feeling in his chest when he got to show you his home. 

“it must be hard to come back,” you said to him one night as the two of you finished crossing the bridge, making the turn toward bucky’s old building.

his free hand was intertwined with yours, keeping you close to his side, as his metal one came up to rub at the back of his neck. you had a habit of seeing right through him.

“it can be,” he says, honestly. “everyone i know has passed away, and steve doesn’t like to visit here anymore, so it can be a little lonely.”

he doesn’t mention that you being there with him makes it feel less terrifying. his heart doesn’t sink as low as it used to, he doesn’t get choked up thinking of all he’s lost. no, instead he just squeezes your hand, needing to know that you’re right there next to him.

neither of you say anything when you pass his home, his expression is somber as he watches the family that lives there now in the window. it was different, new. he didn’t hate it, how could he hate such happiness? but sometimes he felt envious of the people who were able to continue on with their lives.

“i used to sit on that stoop and wait for steve to come over,” he said as the two of you started walking again. “i used to tell him that i’d just go to his place because he had asthma, the kid couldn’t run for shit.” bucky smirked as he thought back on the memory. “but he’d always tell me buck, i’ll be at your house. 3pm sharp. not a second later. he’d be wheezing his ass off but he was never late.”

the two of you laugh together at the thought, steve was once such a fragile being compared to how you knew him. that was the steve who was a brother to bucky.

bucky didn’t know how to explain that he hasn’t felt happiness since then, it was starting to get a little easier to smile and enjoy his life; but true happiness? jeez, he can’t even remember.

“you two seemed like you probably got into a lot of trouble.” you teased, elbowing him in the ribs playfully. 

“yeah, we did. steve really was just along for the ride, i was usually the one up to something.” there’s a smirk on his face that he can’t seem to wipe off as the two of you walk, turning onto the block of where his new apartment was. “one time i managed to get the fire hydrant opened when it was the middle of july, they wouldn't come to open the one on our block for some reason. flooded the whole street within seconds.” he chuckled, shaking his head at the memory. “steve tried to take the blame, as if anyone would believe that.”

“i bet you guys didn’t care if it was flooded.”

“not even a bit. i’d never been to a beach before so this was the only water i was around, we’d get a bunch of kids on the block, run around like it was the best damn time of our lives.”

it hits you square in the chest how much had been taken from him over this lifetime, and it was this moment where you made a promise to yourself that wherever this went between the two of you - you’d never let him look back and regret it.

“hope that wasn’t too sentimental for you.” bucky teased as his eyes trained over to you.

“no, no,” you reassure him with a smile when you meet his gaze. “i could listen to those stories all day. i like seeing how happy they make you.”

his chest bloomed with his feelings for you, it was moments like this where his tongue felt heavy in his mouth because he wanted to just spill his guts out to you and tell you everything on his mind. but, he still felt so lost. 

as the two of you get closer to his building, you notice the once blue sky starting to turn a dark grey - not the same kind as when the sunset, but when the heavens felt like they were going to open up. the air had shifted to something more still, less humid and with the few splats of drops that started to scatter around you, both you and bucky knew that you only had a few minutes to get to his place.

“let’s go,” bucky said. 

his hand tightened around yours as the two of you began to jog, trying to make it back in time. you were only about a block away before it started to come down, really come down. puddles started to form rapidly, each time you and bucky stepped into one it exacerbated how your already wet clothes clung to your bodies. a sigh of relief leaving his lips as he saw the door to his building was only a few steps away.

bucky’s hands were shaking as he reached into his pocket to grab his keys, the water getting into his eyes as he looked down. but, unexpectedly, the moment struck you. it was poetic in a way that this man standing next to you needed to live a new life, he needed to breathe. really breathe.

you don’t say anything as you turn away from him, walking towards the end of the sidewalk. the rain was coming down too hard for anyone to drive in, so you ran into the middle of the street. 

“wha-?”

bucky’s eyes were wide as he turned to look over his shoulder, watching you carefully. you stood with your head back tilted towards the sky, letting the rain cover you, cleanse you. stepping away from the door, bucky walked towards you, calling your name over the rain falling. 

“what the hell are you doing?” he asked, his hand moving to smooth over his wet locks. 

“i’m having the best damn time of my life!” you called back, your heart fluttering as you watched him. “join me!”

if bucky didn’t want you before, he definitely did now. his heart stammered in his chest as your words hit his ears, registering in his head. there was a moment of hesitation before he moved, not because he didn’t want to join you, but because you looked absolutely ethereal. angels would weep from the beauty in front of him, maybe that’s why it was raining. 

“you’re crazy!” bucky yells as he steps into the street, only taking a few strides until he’s in front of you.

the smile on your face can’t be wiped off now as you grab his hand and start running up and down the street together, like he used to do when he was a kid. bucky can’t believe his life had come full circle, and he can’t believe how hard he’s smiling, how much fun he’s having. it’s like you had planted a seed in his heart and it was now blossoming right out of his chest.

“it’s fun!” you called out to him as the two of you let go of each other’s hands, bucky’s fingers slipping out of yours as you ran ahead of him, leaving him in his place. “i want you to have fun!”

the world was spinning and rain didn’t let up. bucky was having such a good time watching you he didn’t even care how cold it felt on his skin, or how his metal arm tightened a bit when wet. no, there were no thoughts in his head that didn’t consist of you.

you’re standing right in the middle of the block again, bucky’s a little ways away from you with his hands on his hips. is this what it felt like to be free? he watched your frame, the way you weren’t afraid to take up space in this world, to let everyone know you were happy.

why should he hold back too?

he cupped his hands over the sides of his mouth as he called your name once more, getting your attention as the two of your gazes met. his smile widened and his heart fluttered, the need to tell you everything flooding him the way this rain flooded the streets. bucky had jogged over to you in an instant, his hands moving to cup your cheeks as he looked down at you.

“i like you,” he says loudly so you can hear it.

“what?” you call out to him; you heard him the first time, you just wanted to hear him say it again. 

“i said i like you!” he calls back out. “i like you so much. i think about you all the time. i don’t think i knew what living was before i met you.”

bucky doesn’t care that your hair is wet and swept over your face, he doesn’t care that both of you are slightly shivering now. he doesn’t care that he feels lighter now that he’s vocalized his feelings to you. all he cares about is that damn smile on your face, the way you grab the front of his wet shirt to pull him in closer, and the way your hearts seem to beat in sync.

the world seemed to stop as he brought his lips down to yours. your arms snake up to wrap around his neck, and he keeps a firm grasp on your cheek as the two of you let your lips take control of the moment. it’s soft yet deeply intimate, feeling him nip at your bottom lip a few times. bucky barnes was completely intoxicated by you.

and as the rain began to slow down, the world seemed to come back to life after the shower, and all you could do was slightly pull away from him, your lips still brushing against one anothers. bucky couldn’t help but chase your lips, needing a few more kisses from you at that moment.

“i like you too, buck,” you whispered against his lips. “more than you know.”

your hands slide up to wipe his hair off his damp forehead, your eyes now catching his bright blues. he chuckled quietly, the hair on the back of his neck standing up as goosebumps ran down his flesh arm.

“yeah?” he asked, his voice hoarse. “is that a promise?”

“yeah.” you grabbed the side of his neck as you pulled him in for a few more sweet kisses. “that’s a promise.”

and as the two of you moved inside to finally dry off, bucky knew his life had truly just begun.

[almondpiglet]

ITS SERIZAWAS BDAY TODAY!! IM SO GRATEFUL FOR THIS MAN YALL!!

sns and the kids after celebrating all day long... having sweet lil dreams

[mediumgayitalian]

"Can I kiss you?"

"I don't know, can you?"

The second the words are out of his mouth Will prays for death.

Oh my gods.

"Purge it," he orders, words muffled by his own hands. He glares when Nico laughs. "I'm not joking, purge that from your memory or I'll do it for you --"

"Solace," says Nico, and there are crinkles in the corners of his eyes, and his smile is just slightly crooked, and his hands are cool like cobblestones in the early mornings on the rings of his wrists. He tightens when Will continues to try to wrench away. Or hit him. Or both.

So fucking humiliating.

"Solace, hold still."

Ever since ten year old yapatron dork Nico di Angelo stepped foot in this godforsaken child soldier hellscape however many years ago, Will refuses to count for his own mental health, he has not known peace. Since the very first day the bright-eyed smirking punk pulled up with a pack of cards and a literal bag to collect the change he swindled out of the Entire Apollo cabin, Will has been karate-chopped in the face with the very specific strain of the Ella Enchanted curse wherein his stupid mindless drone of a brain stops every available function and immediately pivots to do whatever Emo Boy commands. It's an issue. It's a problem. It's a curse, and no one takes him seriously.

"Bars," Nico says solemnly.

Will snaps his teeth at him.

"You know, you get kind of bitey and hot when you're embarrassed."

"Shut the fuck up."

"I'm just saying," Nico grins. "It happens when you're angry, too. You get this -- dimple, here, when you scowl."

He reaches out without permission and presses his thumb into the divot of Will's cheek, ridges of his fingerprint sliding along the valleys of his spattered scars. Like the jagged edges of torn paper.

There's a haiku in there, says the Apollo that lives forever in Will's brain.

I'll kill myself for real, seethes Will back at it.

He notices Nico's widening smile when his delicate hands reach behind the curve of his ear, sliding through strands of his hair. His palm burns icily along the length of his jaw.

Coincidentally, his heartrate jumps three ECG strips.

"So?"

"So what."

His voice cracks so horribly the clouds wince in sympathy. Were his face capable of getting any redder, it would, but at this point in time it was already riding the line between roan and pumice.

"So." Nico ducks his head, meeting Will's eyes. "Can I kiss you." He snorts. "Or, rather: may I kiss you."

Will thinks of saying no, just to be difficult. But then the ten-year-old Will that lives in his mind throws himself to his knees, weeping in agony, and he relents.

"Fine," he says quickly. "But only a little one and it can't be very good!"

Nico raises an amused eyebrow.

"It can't?"

"No! I'm in -- scrubs!"

"As opposed to your ratty camp shirt," Nico surmises. "Ah, yes." He waits a little. He smirks. Will clocks the fuckin' Look in his eye one half millisecond too late, because God hates him. Yeah. That one. "Or, you know. The scrubs don't have to stay on."

"Bye."

Will turns around to leave, or tries to, but the sheer amount of blood in his head and face region leaves him more than a little lightheated, so he goes ahead and just sways right into Nico's waiting arms. Why not? His dignity is dead and buried. Might as well put some flowers on the grave.

Or something.

Look. You try digging up metaphors when none and all of your synapses are firing at once, somehow.

"You're so dramatic," Nico murmurs, voice liquid with fondness. The curve of his smile melts into something sweet and he adjusts his arms around Will's waist, dipping him backwards. "I am going to kiss you, now. Stop me."

"'Kay," Will squeaks, and grips onto strong, wiry shoulders as hard as he can. His toes curl.

He's laughing, when he presses their lips together.

It tastes like sweet bubblegum and ancient TV static.

[doctormori]

hey wanna see a silly fucked up headcanon I had

HYPOTHETICALLY him drawing these triangles is a mindless cry for his parents, that maybe, if they weren't entirely gone, they'd be there watching him.

[egophiliac]

the lovers, reversed

(aka I'm still freaking out about Jou)

[hivemindscape]

im a big fan of esper powers slipping loose in harmless ways when they're happy

[chalkrub]

didn't have time to do a full midge piece (disappointing and so fake) but it is once again my birthday yayyy yippee yessss man yesss

[starry-bi-sky]

incorrect blood blossom au quotes

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Danny, as nightingale: *making horrific noise bombs* Nightingale: if i use this audio of the sun, reverse it, reverse it again, then layer it on top of these reconstructed dinosaur growls, and then drop the pitch, i can almost replicate the noise of a leviathan in the deep end of the zone :) Nightingale: some circles call this "psychological" warfare Nightingale: i call it a highly effective brown note

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Once Bruce's gimmick villains start popping up: Danny, gripping Bruce by the shoulders: Buzz. Buzz. listen to me. listen. Bruce: Danny: monologues? fuckin' wORK. you gotta let 'em monologue.

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Bruce: you incited a prison riot? Danny: you assaulted a police officer? Bruce: Danny: Bruce, trying not to smile: Bruce: actually, i assaulted three Danny, failing at trying not to smile: and i incited several

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Danny talking about cujo: —he’s a good dog! Bruce: im sensing a ‘but’ here Danny: ....you’re right there is a ‘but’ Bruce: hm. Danny: but, you know how ghosts have powers? Bruce: im assuming the dog has ghost powers. Danny: m. Mhm. he can become the size of a bus Bruce: … a h

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Bruce: wait. pause Danny, was about to drop Dad Lore on Bruce: Bruce: is this another horrifying thing from your childhood that im about to hear? Danny: Danny:…yeee..es? Bruce: *wearing the face of a man mentally preparing himself for whatever fucked up shit danny’s about to spit out of his mouth* hn Bruce: carry on

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Nightingale: be the karma you wanna see in the world. Nightingale: with a few tranquilizers, a slingshot, and some red paintballs, you too can trick the mob into thinking that they've been shot by Batman's sniper from hell! Nightingale, winking: they're not totally wrong about it either!

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Nightingale: I cant kick people in the face anymore thanks to the bone-eating poison Superman: the what- Nightingale: so i do the next best thing, and enact psychological warfare on Bat's enemies instead.