#sorry it's small

[marvelnatswhore]

I was thinking recently about moment how Wanda would be leaving for a mission or just going somewhere by a plane and Reader walking her off and trying to lift up the mood by saying something cheesy or some kind of joke to Wanda to make her smile before she goes on the plane<3

seeing you soon

Wanda maximoff x reader

No warnings

a/n: just before i go to sleep :')

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It's early in the morning when you wake and you smile fondly feeling the warmth of Wanda against your cheek.

Sunlight creeps in through the gap in your curtains and stains your bedding in bright rays, you squint through it, gazing down at the mess of your discarded clothes across the floor, Wanda's favourite bra hanging from the end of your bed and behind it, the large red suitcase by the door. your stomach sinks as you remember why it's there.

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"Don't go" You mutter between soft lips and the bed sheets against her skin. Wanda chuckles softly above and you feel her nails scratching the back of your scalp soothingly, "The world needs its heroes, baby."

"But why do they need mine." you whisper in a quiet voice and Wanda inhales calmly, "i'll be back before you know it, moya lyubov." Her arms around your waist pull you closer and you hum as she kisses you.

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"It's never too late to call in sick" You grin and Wanda gives you a disapproving look but you can tell she's hiding her smile. "It's only two weeks y/n, and i'll call you every night" Wanda kisses your cheek, rubbing her thumb over your hand. "Every night" you repeat, already missing her.

[haventcomeupwiththetitleyet]

Drarry wip chapter 9

Previous chapter

“So,” Fred said sending a judging look at a picture of a small Dudley surrounded by presents. Meanwhile George was turning tumblers on a kitchen hood and Harry was getting a headache.

“So,” Harry answered pushing a vase of fruit towards them hoping it would be distracton enough, “I need you to mention to your dad that I am going to have my early birthday celebration with my causin and his friends on Sunday the 30th. That way it is more probable they choose this date and we won't have to guess and wait.”

Fred raised his brows doubtful, “Is he gonna believe it?” he inquired biting off half a banana.

Harry sent a quick look at George. Food, it seemed, wasn't able to lure him away from the device. Harry sighed, it would have worked so well with Ron. He was getting the feeling that aunt Petunia would find out somehow.

“I'm asking you, because I know you can make anyone believe anything,” Harry said fake innocently.

“That you are right, our young friend!” George prattled hopping on a stool, “But lying to our own father!” he cluched at his chest dramatically, “Outrageous!”

It would have had more effect, if he didn't start laughing immediately. Harry shook his head smiling.

George put his elbows on a table and moved his face right in front of Harry's.

“Listen, we don't want to pull a Hermione here,” He stareted looking him soulfully in the eye, “But do you know what you are doing?”

Harry took his time turning eyes to Fred, who was eyeing at him as intently as his brother. Such serious expressions on their faces scared the hell out of him.

“Honestly,” he started tiredly “I have no freaking idea what I'm doing. What I know, is I don't have much choice if I want to get out of this alive.” He met George's eyes. They kept eye contact for exactly three seconds.

“Good enough for me. Fred?” he said turning to his brother.

Fred smiled mischievously. “You have our support whether or not ot gets fucked up, you know, right?”

Harry knew, “Thank you,” he said quietly.

“Always welcome!” George answed cheerfully. “Now, do you want some of our products to rest on your awful causin?”

“I might be interested,” Harry smiled brightly and poured them more tea.

Dear mr. Lovegood.

I have heard of your magazine through some friends of mine and got very interestined. As the Daily Prophet proved to be a source of information that cannot be trusted, I was pointed out that it was not the only one the Magic Britain has to offer. I would like to purchase a year subscription.

Kindest regards,

Harry Potter

Remus,

There is something I wish to discuss with you concerning my academic problems that Hermione, however bright she might be, cannot help me with. Your insight and help would be life saving.

If you're free on Friday, please meet me at the place that serves cabbage I've told you about, I hope cats don't irritate you too much, and solemnly swear it won't take long.

Yours,

Harry

[crow-x3]

I present to thee, Slugcat with the big iron

[bear-cubs-art-things]

Can you draw Tapricorn?

Tap

[rioblitzle]

working retail

[housederiva]

Gaby Soto is a gift

Edit: I missed one!

[daftmooncretin]

spock’s room decor is actually fucking bonkers. The weapons??? the big red velvet curtain??? like ok phantom of the opera go crazy.

for reference jim’s room has some photos and a plant so we can surmise this is uniquely a spock being a dramatic weirdo thing

[inkskinned]

this is just my opinion but i think any good media needs obsession behind it. it needs passion, the kind of passion that's no longer "gentle scented candle" and is now "oh shit the house caught on fire". it needs a creator that's biting the floorboards and gnawing the story off their skin. creators are supposed to be wild animals. they are supposed to want to tell a story with the ferocity of eating a good stone fruit while standing over the sink. the same protective, strange instinct as being 7 and making mud potions in pink teacups: you gotta get weird with it.

good media needs unhinged, googling-at-midnight kind of energy. it needs "what kind of seams are invented on this planet" energy and "im just gonna trust the audience to roll with me about this" energy. it needs one person (at least) screaming into the void with so much drive and energy that it forces the story to be real.

sometimes people are baffled when fanfic has some stunning jaw-dropping tattoo-it-on-you lines. and i'm like - well, i don't go here, but that makes sense to me. of fucking course people who have this amount of passion are going to create something good. they moved from a place of genuine love and enjoyment.

so yeah, duh! saturday cartoons have banger lines. random street art is sometimes the most precious heart-wrenching shit you've ever seen. someone singing on tiktok ends up creating your next favorite song. youtubers are giving us 5 hours of carefully researched content. all of this is the impossible equation to latestage capitalism. like, you can't force something to be good. AI cannot make it good. no amount of focus-group testing or market research. what makes a story worth listening to is that someone cares so much about telling it - through dance, art, music, whatever it takes - that they are just a little unhinged about it.

one time my friend told me he stayed up all night researching how many ways there are to peel an orange. he wrote me a poem that made me cry on public transportation. the love came through it like pith, you know? the words all came apart in my hands. it tasted like breakfast.

[chloesimaginationthings]

The FNAF bullies are the best group ever

[orionfrommars]

Happy Holidays from the sillies!!

[Please do not steal, trace, repost or modify my work]

[casdeans-pie]

Sam is organising some of their archived items one day, and tries on the Holy Fire glasses just as Castiel walks into the room. He tries not to freak out because now he can see that Cas is surrounded by floating, glowing eyes.

Sam takes the glasses off. Normal regular Cas.

Puts them back on. Eyes everywhere.

Cas looks over and sees Sam's strange expression, not knowing the glasses he's wearing have been treated with Holy Fire, and asks if he's okay.

Sam fumbles his way through a "Yeah- I'm uh- I'm fine."

While they're talking Sam notices that actually, only a handful of the eyes floating around Cas are open, looking at him, while the rest are closed.

But then Dean walks into the room.

Instantly all of Cas's glowing eyes snap open and follow his movement through the room. "Hey Sam, hey Cas," Dean greets, unaware of the eyes watching him.

"Hello, Dean," Cas replies, all the eyes squinting closed like a happy cat.

Sam watches with interest. "Cas?" he says.

Cas's physical body turns to him, but only a few of the eyes leave Dean. "Yes, Sam?"

"Nothing."

The eyes all return to Dean before Cas even finishes saying, "If you're sure."

..........Sam is unsurprised.

[nottspocket]

Beach episode…. Save me beach episode……

[effemira]

post bath

[elfboypussy]

🩷💛🩵 Pan Pride 🩷💛🩵

astarion is grumpy because he thought there would be more naked twinks and debauchery based on the complaints in the editorial section of the baldur’s mouth gazette

jaheira and minsc are on the side doing that tiktok “talk valentina!”/“ally!” bit

[scoots-canoe]

Want to get these on tumblr since I only ever posted them on twitter... various reference collages of official art for disco elysium stuff! Harry, Kim, & Kineema (from 2023)

[luckylsoer]

“Much more efficient than dragging my eyes down there” — Senna

Also, Happy New Year y’all :D