#she's hot (literally

[bacchuschucklefuck]

no more fan-ta-sizing about it! everything's already changed~

[blueskittlesart]

was hit with a sudden flash of inspo so. half-dragon zelda again

[wyrmwright]

so, uh, zaraporter huh...

[sprolden]

you know 99.99% of the time when a character is "the attractive one" in american tv or movies it doesnt work bc every other person on screen is also extremely conventionally attractive so it always feels a little silly that the rest of the cast is pretending this one person is so much hotter than them and out of their league bc there's always at least 6 other people who are equally if not more attractive than "the attractive one". but in challengers it actually works because that's zendaya

[1mm4d13]

Them ♥️

[fictiongods]

Most unrealistic thing about Alex in season two is that she was actively pushing Mon el and Kara together because no lesbian would want that if they were fighting they’d immediately go “idk just break up with him…or hit him with a car idc which either is fine”

Then most realistic thing in season five is Alex constantly being like “okay yeah whatever how did it go with Lena last night I’ve been DYING to know” like she needed the gay drama and that’s what we call character development.

[velkavelkavelka]

various drawings of best girl Anko

[prajjna]

[xx-sketchy-xx]

lol, this song came back to haunt me, and Joy just doesn’t want to leave, so here’s a nice smash combo of the two… I might make a pink pony club version lol

Here’s the unshaded version cause I actually liked it a lot xD

[mikichko]

john price is a man incredibly high up in the chain of command of your company. he does a little walking tour of the buildings during crew appreciation weeks. helps humble down his image and he gets to have some meaningful conversations. sometimes even gets to meet particularly wonderful people.

he spots you, the sole person whose eyes are glued to their computer screen, in a sea of employees who are gawking at him. can hear the steady typing from your mechanical keyboard, your eyes flittering across the screen. he pauses a little too long, prompting laswell to repeat herself to the group before they move along.

but he makes sure not to be too far away, keeping you in his peripheral. notices how you don't even bother to spare a look in his direction. even when talking to team members that would place john directly in your sight, your eyes only focus on them. not him.

you were damn good at your job. the color-coded whiteboard behind you, filled with deadlines and application information, confirms it. funny too, if the little bouts of laughter that escape your team's cluster are anything to go by. he wonders what pitch your voice carries, just out of reach for it to bless his ears. wonders what it'd take for you to look and grant him a smile.

he doesn't have to wait long. your mouth splits into a bright smile and for a second john wonders if you're glowing. but the smile's not for him. it's directed at a coworker, who, for john's sake, is anything but quiet. he can hear just how thick he lays the praise for a job well done.

john watches the transformation that takes place as his words land. your soft easy-going smile widening, pushing your cheeks further up. you immediately perk up, back straightening, shoulders pushed back, and leaning forward in the direction of your coworker.

oh. oh.

john can feel something warm beginning to pool at the bottom of his stomach. he cracks a knuckle before shoving his fists into his pockets, lest he does something that lands him in HR.

he'll keep this tidbit with him for the next time he sees you. just so he can let you know how much of a good job you're doing.

maybe even get a reward.

a/n: silly little idea that came to my head while I was at work of course :') still trying to get out of my head when im writing but we're making progress

[sendmyresignation]

thinking about gerard tour fits as mimicking incredibly common visual/characterized archetypes for women in rock and metal again don't text back

[gideonisms]

There's literally nothing harrow won't do if the girl is hot including pausing her own Death, getting a lobotomy, sticking her tongue down the girl's throat immediately upon waking, straddling her and cutting off her arm homoerotically, begging to fuck in a life or death situation, creating a new religion, and crucially crucially foiling 80+ escape attempts to keep her with her forever

[yakysanny]

She's sooo beautiful, how are Luffy and Coby going to call her an ugly old hag 😭

[thequibblingking13]

Fearne Calloway, the woman that you are

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[brunettegirlwrites]

MURDER ON THE DANCE FLOOR!

pairing: rafe and his bunny girl ᕱ⑅ᕱ

summary: rafe gets jealous every time he sees some sucker put his hands on what’s his.

whether it’s a hand on her lower back, just stepping by to get past her, or a hand on her arm as they say “thank you for your service”—rafe hates it. he doesn’t see the point of it truly. why are you putting your hands on what’s mine? he thinks.

it’s around the end of her shift. her feet ache from walking around in her black heels all night. her makeup is dewy from the warm atmosphere. and she desperately needed to run a brush through her locks. still, she kept the sweet girl-next-door smile plastered to her face.

her last table of the night was a group of men who were there for a bachelor party. they were drunk, rowdy, and super grabby. but it was something that she was used to. rafe, however, didn’t care how casual she felt with their attention and wasn’t going to let them get away with it.

as she was walking by, one of the men grabbed her elbow, forcing her to stop in her tracks. he pulled her down slightly so he could speak into her ear, “why don’t you stay a while?” he slurred.

she smiled harder than she ever could, trying to not show too much annoyance. she ripped her arm from his grip, careful not to spill the platter of drinks she was holding. “let’s keep our hands to ourselves, yeah?” she said, making him throw his head back in laughter.

as he did that, his friend next to him reached out and squeezed her bunny tail.

“hey!” she shouted, instantly placing the platter down on the table and her hands on her hips. “are you dense? I said hands off!”

despite her small demeanor, bunny can handle herself. but rafe being rafe, couldn’t help to insert himself in any situation where she ran into trouble. he slammed his drink down onto the table, the liquid splashing onto barry’s crisp white shirt. “yo, what the fuck man!?” barry yelled.

rafe is by her side within seconds, only being across the room handling business with barry. he’s got this guy pulled out of his seat by the collar of his shirt.

“you think you can touch my lady and get away with it?” he shook his head with a wicked smile on his smile. “naaah, it doesn’t work like that.”

assuming he was one of the bouncers, the bachelor began to apologize. but before he can even finish his sentence, rafe has his fist colliding with his face.

[cromulent-marshland]

Rip Mary Shelley, you would’ve loved Lisa Frankenstein. You would’ve called it the best adaptation of your work.