#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!"

[anxiousgaypenguin]

I feel like making one of those uquiz and picrew chains with these random ones I found sooo

Take this quiz and find out what instrument you are and thennnn

make a lil guy with this picrew :))))

(As a viola player I’m VERY offended. So offended, offended beyond belief. But hey kitty :)) )

@ilivebyshipping @glassesgirlies @lusxnei6

[lazylittledragon]

Hey so I'm the goober that's writing the Baldur's Skate fanfic. When thinking about the worldbuilding I had a question. What do you imagine Drizzt is doing? (I like to think he's an Olympic speedskater but 🤷🏼)

tHIS IS THE BEST QUESTION EVER

i really like the idea of him being a figure skater bc the books always describe him as lithe and graceful (and that swordfighting is like dancing to him 🥺🥺). and also astarion being obsessed with him would make even more sense akfdhdfj

also this is basically the equivalent of being at your community theatre and then meryl streep shows up

[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. "

[prince-septimus]

calm mornings

pairing : robert reynolds x reader

summary : just two lonely people learning of a thing called affection.

word count : 1.5k

You find yourself staring at him often -- the man with the power of a thousand suns. Sometimes you have to remind yourself of the power he wields because when you see him occasionally sitting in the little corner he's created with books surrounding him and an overlook of New York to add on, you forget the events of a few months ago when the city fell to shadows.

When you see Bob now, all you see is the softness he carries with him, the comfort he brings even after years of not having it for himself. How could someone who has been through so much manage to continue on with such a soft heart?

You guessed the same could be said for the whole team. The ruined assassins who spent part of their lives being brainwashed and tortured. The super soldiers who never did quite reach their potential, and spent their entire lives dwelling on it. The experiments and the suffering and the darkness that the rest of you had endured. The whole team had that in common, and it was something you thought made you better than the Avengers.

The Thunderbolts were a family.

(You always were fond of the nickname, even after having to put that 'A' on your uniform.)

Maybe that's why you would find yourselves gathered late into the night, recapping missions and watching shitty 80s movies. Maybe that was what you all needed to keep the nightmares and dark thoughts away. You all had done bad things, unforgivable things, and yet you could still find yourselves together on a Saturday night fighting over who got the last slice of pizza and picked the next movie.

It was one of those nights you woke up early after. You had only been asleep for a few hours, but the weekends were sometimes a little more peaceful, almost like the job followed that weekday schedule you remembered from school. It was nice sometimes to get up early and drink coffee in a corner somewhere while the sun was still rising. Usually you were left alone during that time.

This morning you were not alone.

The coffee machine is still dripping the last dregs into the pot when you hear his quiet footsteps. The others had tried to convince you to get a better coffee pot -- one of the ones with a million buttons that made all sorts of espresso drinks and could add different things. You're sure that sort of appliance was here when the building belonged to Tony Stark, but you liked your tried and true, traditional pot. Even if it was a bit loud.

"Made enough for two?"

Bob's voice is still full of sleep. You wonder if he actually fell asleep or just dozed like he did sometimes. He had seemed tired towards the end of the last movie, after everyone had began to settle down, and you hoped that meant he at least got a good few hours in.

You smile gently at him as he pads over to lean against the counter. "I always make a full pot. You know that."

You hadn't bothered with the lights, preferring the soft glow that had started to enter the space as the sun began to rise beyond the windows. You enjoyed this time in the morning, when everything was still quiet and calm. You wondered if he preferred it too.

He leans over you to reach in the cabinet above, grabbing two mugs and setting them on the counter beside you. He looks cozy in his sweater and soft lounge pants, the thick socks on his feet silencing his movements on the floor -- though you wonder how he sleeps like that at night, the layers of fabric confining him in his sleep.

Maybe it makes him feel safe.

"Can you grab the creamer from the fridge?" you ask, beginning to fill each cup from the pot. You leave a bit of space in each mug for the added components you both enjoy.

Everything is so still as you watch Bob stroll across the kitchen, grabbing the required item before padding back towards you. He gives you a small smile as you finish off both cups of coffee before handing his to him.

He cradles it in his hands as he looks at you. "You're up early."

"I always am." You take a sip, careful not to burn your tongue. "Any bad dreams?"

He shakes his head. "The nightmares aren't as frequent now. It's been easier."

Your mind goes back to when all of you first moved into the tower. It was the easiest way to go about things, being listed as the New Avengers. You all were in close proximity when needed, and even though Bob currently didn't go on missions, he still was around and had his own room just like everyone else. He liked to keep the place put together and cleaned up when the rest of you didn't have the time to. He told you once that it was because he finally had the motivation to do it after years of being in a daze.

You had been to his room several times over the months. It had become almost as familiar as your own to you, with books covering every surface.

(Most of them finished, as Bob did not like to buy a new one until he finished the previous.)

The nightmares were immediate in the beginnings of Bob's stay. It didn't come as a surprise. All of you had your own demons, as proven by the Void months ago, but something told you being stuck in his nightmares was a whole different beast.

You didn't want him to go through that alone.

It had started slow, you keeping him company on those nights. You couldn't stop the nightmares, but you could offer a break from them, an ease of the conscious. At some point it had transitioned into the sleeping in the room together, still keeping each other company but finally taking advantage of that much needed sleep when you both felt it coming on.

Then it turned into sleeping in the same bed. That was after one really bad night. Neither of you were sure what brought the nightmares on so strongly, but they hit you both and you ended up in each other's arms, begging the bad dreams to leave you be.

Eventually they did, and eventually you never left.

It wasn't exactly a relationship -- you weren't sure either of you were ready to label it as such, or even fully address that as an option. The signs were there, very much so, cradled in those shared nights and castaway nightmares, but the trauma bond was clear and neither of you wanted to base your entire future off of that.

"I didn't notice you leave the bed."

You grin. "You never do. You sleep like a log when you're peaceful." Another sip. "But seriously, no bad dreams after I got up?"

Sometimes when you were away on missions and Bob found himself alone in the bed, those nightmares came back. Sometimes he'd call you. Sometimes he wouldn't.

"Nothing. It was nice."

His hair falls into his eyes when he dips his head down to take a drink from his mug. He had got it cut after everyone moved into the Tower, a small trim to hold him over and to appease everyone as his hair got just a bit too shaggy. You liked it -- the length on top and the short bits on the side -- and thought it suited him better than what he awoke with in that room where he had been stored away.

You reach up to run your hand through it, Bob leaning into your touch. Your fingers slide across his short curls, gently straightening the bed head out.

Bob reaches up to cradle your hand in his, moving it down to press a kiss to your palm.

The kisses were a more recent thing, a testing of the boundaries. You and Bob had both gone without a real sort of relationship for so long that a lot of things were practically a new thing, an experiment. It was a way for you both to see how far you wanted to take things, and so far neither of you had said to stop.

"Got plans today?" you ask, careful not to let your coffee spill in your grasp as you push against him, tucking a piece of hair behind his ear.

A soft smile just for you. "Nothing that involves going out anywhere."

You scoff. "You never go out anyway."

"Not ready for that just yet."

You pull softly on the hair at the nape of his neck. "Wanna go watch a movie?"

He leans to brush a kiss to your cheek. "That all you want to do?"

You let out a laugh, pulling back from him when his lips run across your ear. His free arm snakes behind you and pulls you back to him. A few drops of coffee splatter between the two of you. "There's always more we can be doing."

"Nothing we don't want to, of course."

You smile wide as his arm squeezes your waist. "Of course."

[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

[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 ? ❜

[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!!

[honeyed-blossom]

c v n t y b o b

[witchqraft]

continuing my journey through myanna buring’s filmography (it hasn’t been a pleasant ride i must say) and today i’m watching the wrong door (2008) where she had her romcom moment and…………fucked TWO t-rexes

[this-isnt-oish]

kasane teto synthv why are you so hard to draw..

[thedickcavettshow]

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