#pls excuse her

[intcritus]

‘ we can just sit here. we don’t have to talk.’ (for taja, from zaya)

taja has to refrain from the breathless snort that threatens to leave her. the truth was, she'd gone silent because her heart had yet to calm after her near capture twenty minutes prior. it was a good thing she was quick on her feet and could use vents like a fucking pro. because if she'd been any slower stealing those jewels and disarming that damn tricky security system, she would've been fucked. ❝ ━ i'd rather die than worry about emotions right now, ❞ she admits after a short silence, shooting him a look as laughter wells up in her chest, ❝ ━ i know you can't hear my heart, but it's ready to jump out my chest. i just did the best, most entertaining thing tonight and i'm trying to bask in my victory, you're ruining it. ❞

[wintaerbaer]

twds oc: Now after what happened with jace, how do you feel towards love and relationship?

"Hmm, I'm not going to say that I've entirely given up on the concept. It's not like I no longer believe it exists or anything." You sigh, pushing a hand through your hair. "But I do want to take a step back and reevaluate what I want in a partner and a relationship. No need to rush into something new for the sake of it. And like Tae said, there's more people out there." An image flashes through your mind, him showing up at your door last Sunday with a box of pastries and the suggestion of a Netflix marathon, and you smile to yourself at the memory. "And besides, there's other kinds of love in the world, right?"

[redlips-blooddrops-deux]

So pretty but so evil... It's a shame that such a beautiful woman is so evil...

"Don't you know that even most beautiful rose has thorns? World is an unkind and vile place,I merely play a fun role in this chaos! The show must go on until everything burns!"

[gcldrushed]

closed starter for @kazimirpetrov

" when was the last time you took a moment to just breathe and be in the moment? summer is over and as sad as i am about that, the colors of autumn are just undeniably beautiful. "

[speremint]

Is this a safe place to share my cat girl flirting with the local doctor milf

[hiyyihrts]

“For how long have you had feelings for him?”… Lord the way they keep making Eloise this non-observant clueless friend to everyone is crazy to me… especially continuously with Pen (and now Cressida also). She never fathomed that Pen could want to participate in ton events, want to be married, want to have even the bare minimum opportunity to be entertained by a man, and yet anytime Pen goes against anything Eloise always talked about she’s so surprised?? Maybe if you talked with your friends instead of at them we wouldn’t be running into this situation continuously El…

[swedenis-h]

Omg Star Trek into darkness hiiiii

[atcmicbxtty]

"N--No! I do -- it's just - " She was looking up at him during this conversation, and felt her neck start to cramp. "One second..." She would mumbled, slowly she would float up to him. "Sorry -- uhm, where was I? Oh yeah! No, I do want to -- it's just -- well. I - I never...been told I...was pretty. Or...been on a date before."

She now held her hands together, squeezing them gently, feeling her heart beat faster. Crap, she was getting nervous. She didn't know if she was making any sense to him, and she was trying her best to use whatever courage she had left to talk to him.

A soft squeak was heard, those freckled cheeks were now the same color as a tomato. Her hands covered her face, groaning. At first she was feeling both a bit awkward and shy around him, but now those feelings were morphing into bashfulness. She couldn't handle all of these compliments.

"S-Stoooooop!" She whined, slowly moving her hands away from her face, shaking her head in disapproval. "If -- If I go out with you...will you stop giving me these compliments?"

his brows furrow slightly, that's not the typical response he got when flirting. usually, the girl gets flustered or defensive, this was more passive, and honestly kinda sad. what, had no one ever complimented her before? he couldn't believe it; she was an absolute cutie! he just sat there hovering for a moment, head quirking at the soft response,

" Ya know, you CAN say no, if you don't wanna go out... right? " he offers, hands resting on his crossed legs, " I won't get mad or anything, but like, I'd totally go out with you. You're a total babe, and definitely my type~ " he continues flirting, though his tone is softer. he wasn't lying, he'd definitely take her out for like a burger and shake.... or whatever. he's not sure where to find a dinner like the ones in the shows Donovan lets him watch, but he can definitely give it a try.

[deeva-arud]

Get ashified! 🌺​✨​✨​

Traded wigs with @ashipiko and cooked some interesting results, Deeva looks like a whole new person now-

GO TAKE A LOOK AT DEEVIED ASHI HERE!!

[sanasanakun]

I guess I find the shipping discourse a little funny because fandoms are gonna create ships regardless of the subject matter. I think really heavy, depressing media creates a need for people to see human connection. It’s like a way to cope, you know? More importantly and specific to this game (Mouthwashing), I also find it a little funny just because the devs themselves seem to be leaning towards ~one~ “ship” by retweeting artwork that depicts them as pretty close and protective. They even did an edit of them on that Florence Pugh and that one white guy romance movie with a “what could have been” caption. Sooo tldr the ship drama is kind of dumb. Please block and move on cause the discourse is taking up space on my feed when I’m trying to look for more art of Daisuke lmao

[thedickcavettshow]

Joan Baez at the Lincoln Memorial during the March on Washington for Jobs and Freedom, 1963

[shipkvadvlina]

Ah, it's all coming together now. Roza nodded in acknowledgment as she realized where the accent came from now. Respectfully, German has left her neurons that she barely was able to cement a proper sentence together. She thought for a moment, trying to figure out what was the best care scenario in this time. "Hm." She loudly said to herself.

She trekked towards the snapdragons and pointed to them. "Very beautiful." She replied her hands gesturing towards it. "Must buy." A thumbs up reassuring the quality of her conversation. Of course, this may have come off as dense, offensive, idiotic from Roza but she lacked any common knowledge at this point. "Or just look around." She motioned around the shop, particularly at the roses and lavender that was centered in the store. "Plenty of people like to buy these arrangements, it's my most popular." Finally, giving up on the act.

"My name is Roza, call if you need anything." It was then, she realized how bored she got and will let the woman venture herself. It was a small venue, it was not like the woman needed a tour to see flowers, right? Roza walked back to her counter and quietly picked up her book, ready to read the next chapter.

Resi happened to be in the area when she saw the quaint flower shop and decided to go in and have a look around.

As she entered, her eyes lit up as she saw the displays of flowers beautifully displayed, each calling out to her and the sensational scents that accompanied them. As she scrolls through the shop, Resi is transfixed with the choice available to her she is too preoccupied to notice that the florist was talking to her.

This snapped her out of her trance, and she glared wide-eyed towards the (attractive) brunette florist. Gasping in shock, Resi nervously moves her hair to behind her ear before speaking. "Sorry -" She began her German accent prominent which may be confused as an Austrian accent to those unfamiliar with Germanic accents. She stuttered her apology as she looked at the other woman in confusion, unaware of what she was asked, "I didn't get that?" She answers briefly, taking her gaze away from other woman and down the display next to the counter and then back to her waiting for the woman to repeat the question. "

[kasirose]

Happy Chinese/Lunar New Year!

I wanted to draw some of the Chinese ladies from TSC to celebrate this year of the dragon! 🐉

Wishing everyone the best!

Left to right: Jia, Aline, Mina, Lily, Jinfeng

[befuddled-calico-whump]

Riot Kings, page 175

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[shushmal]

small part of a bigger wip i don't think i'll ever fully flesh out but i like it so i wanted to share. very loosely based on franchises like halo, alien, portal, etc.

Steve steps through the portal like a god descending from the heavens, straight backed and powerful, even as he's dragging Dustin kicking and screaming away from the chaos just on the other side.

"I won't leave him," Dustin is screaming.

Robin doesn't know if she's ever heard a more inhuman sound, the way grief and rage has twisted Dustin's voice into something other. And Robin's entire life has been dedicated to new and untouched worlds, to the pursuit of everything alien and non-human.

"Let me go, Steve, let me go! I won't leave him, fuck, fuck you, I WON'T LEAVE HIM! EDDIE! EDDIE!" Robin watches the way he digs his fingernails into the exposed skin at Steve's neck, unprotected by his suit, drawing blood with each rake of his fingers.

Steve is unfazed, his eyes hard and intense as he drags Dustin towards the quarantine doors. Robin can't hear what he says to Dustin, even when Dustin screams back.

"I HATE YOU."

It hurts her, because she knows how it's no doubt hurting Steve, even as he shoves Dustin through the air lock, sealing him behind glass and silencing his screams.

Steve should have gone through too, but Robin knows him. It's why she hasn't closed the portal yet, why she hasn't moved from her station to do damage control, to log the losses:

Crew Member Eddie Munson — KIA

She watches Steve instead, as he picks up his saber and weaponry again, pulling it over his shoulder as he steps back up to the platform, the static electricity of the portal arching up to meet him, like fingers begging to draw him through.

He stops though, and Robin could cry—unsurprised and still grateful that he treats her to one last look. It says everything and nothing, because nothing needs to be said, not between the two of them.

I love you. I'll miss you. I'll come back to you, in this life or the next.

And then Steve turns, and steps through the portal. Robin cuts the contact as he goes, killing the link between them with a sob tearing through her chest. She adds him into the mental log in her list:

First Lieutenant Steve Harrington — KIA

She only allows herself the barest moment to grieve before she moves. The entire ship will be cut off and isolated soon, until central command can guarantee the ship isn't infected. She only has so much time to get to a rescue pod. She only has so much time until Nancy—

"Robin."

Robin doesn't slow her pace, even as Nancy catches up to her, her hand on Robin's wrist. She doesn't let Nancy turn her away, doesn't let her slow her down.

"You can't," Nancy says, hisses, her ire hiding her own grief. Nancy always turns emotion into cold rage. "He's gone, Robin. You can't save him."

"I can," Robin snaps, snarling when Nancy sighs, like Robin is some overemotional child.

"Do I really mean so little to you?"

"That's the difference between us," Robin says, ripping her arm from Nancy's fingers. She turns on the heel of her boot, and it's the first time that she's ever dared to look down her nose as Nancy, Nancy who she loves, love to hold, to kiss, to touch. Her Commander off-world. "Between Steve and the rest of us. You've got everyone sorted so easy in your head, each one ranked higher than the other, who you can and can't live without."

"Robin—"

"And I do, too," Robin admits, teeth grinding together, the fear and sadness burning a hole through her chest, yawning wide and wider and threatening to consume her. "I do, too, and I can't live without him.

"But Steve? Steve would die for any of us, every one of us, even your fucking brother who already left him for dead once."

Nancy gapes at her, her pretty face pale and her eyes red.

"Steve would die for me a thousand times," Robin tells her, her voice wobbling, the righteousness bleeding from her mouth like an open wound, leaving on the anxiety, the fear. "And he'll die for Eddie a million times.

"But I'm not going to let him. I'm going to go get them both and bring them home and fuck you if you think you can stop me."

Nancy stares. Says nothing.

And Robin leaves.

[fightaers]

there isn't anyone else suited for the job, ya know, says naruto, and sakura knows the blonde means nothing malicious behind it, though the pink-haired medic couldn't help but feel something inside of her shrink from the sentence anyhow. though again, it's always like this when it comes to naruto or sasuke. they both might mean well, she's sure, but their praises or compliments have always felt more like a poison kunai against her skin than the press of a gentle flower. naruto may say she's strong, or she's smart, or she's helpful — but by the end of the day, all of those attributions would only matter as long as it's in service of something.

in this case, she has become the nurse. the worrier. like naruto said, it's a job. and of course she'd be suited for it. the fact it's within the line of her career aside, sakura has always excelled when it's a job.

she wonders quietly if naruto would even care to remember her if she isn't doing any of that. had she ever existed as just... herself in his eyes ? not a medic, not a healer, not the team member who was somehow always tasked to keep most of her teammates in line due to her sheer power of strength ? sakura wouldn't know. she's afraid to ask. and anyway, that has always been how team seven works anyhow: either you have a skill, or you don't. either you can keep up, or you can't. in team seven, you're measured by your power, or you're left behind.

( though she wishes it wouldn't always be like that. sometimes all sai does is sit next to her as he paints and she reads. and that's all they've ever needed to be, and that... that had meant more to her than she could ever say. )

❛ hmph ! i'm sure there's plenty. ❜ this is easy: to raise an eyebrow and curl her lips into a playful smirk. to pretend she hasn't thought of all the things she was just thinking of. to put her insecurity aside and keep this dynamic the way it has always been: hearty and simple and unthinking. ❛ after all, didn't you just have a fanclub or something, mr. war hero ? ❜

𝐀𝐍 𝐀𝐅𝐅𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐄 ' 𝐈𝐃𝐈𝐎𝐓 ' 𝐂𝐀𝐔𝐒𝐄𝐒 𝐍𝐀𝐑𝐔𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐎 𝐒𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐄. had she finally calmed down ? she always takes so much on. and naruto knows it. he can see it in her face, hear it in her voice. in the end, she just cares deeply for her loved ones just like naruto. of course each of them have different ways of showing that but, he understands her plight, really. as she plops down next to him a blonde brow raises, turning his head to look at her. it's then her hand rests on the back of his neck, sending an unintended shiver down his spine. he's quick to focus his attention back onto his soup, hiding his sheepish expression.

all things considered, this probably was his fault. taking on mission after mission, spending all night reading and studying . . . naruto had kicked into overdrive with his personal ' training '. but being hokage would never be within his reach if he didn't put in his all. that much was for certain. sure, people trusted him . . . hell, he practically had his own fanclub now. but naruto knows there's more work to be done. and maybe he'd went overboard this time. a few days of rest wouldn't kill him.

at the mention of ichiraku he perks up, looking at sakura again with a bit of sparkle in those blue eyes. he grins, appearing as if he isn't exhausted for only a moment. ❛ really ? i better get well quick then. ❜ with that he finishes off his miso soup, humming before placing down the empty bowl onto the coffee table. leaning back into the couch he sinks into the cushions, not looking at sakura when he opts to speak again.

❛ you don't have to take care of me . . . but i appreciate it sakura. there isn't anyone else suited for the job, ya know ? ❜