#takes place after the movie

[choccy-milky]

modern AU seb and clora's first interaction 📘📗 (and by modern AU i actually mean super trope-filled high school romance set in the 80's/90's LOL)

[treibholz-des-universums]

goth fam as tweets part 2

more incorrect one piece

[nebuladreamz]

The voices are loud and I am WEAK

[stripetkattelalala54-gf]

4 times Mario protects his friends and brother + 1 time they all protect him

[sidsinning]

The quality of the characters and storytelling from the Guardians of the Galaxy movies compared to the rest of the MCU is actually wild

[konakoro]

Coming from someone who hasn't played any Remedy games, they absolutely fascinate me. A game studio breaking away from a big publisher to make their own games how they want to make them after many years, and with the polish of many other AAA games. And these games are weird as hell.

Everything I've seen of Alan Wake 2 boggles me. Dual narrative pulled off well. Live action cutscenes. A whole-ass musical number in the middle of the game. A story so meta it becomes a Mobius strip.

I'm obsessed. I need to play these games

[elisedonut]

I understand why some people get annoyed by focusing on a small thing mentioned about a character

but at the same time if we only know like five things about someone why wouldn't you??

like Colin's only mentioned as having a camera in COS because it was always just for plot convenience but you can pry him having one for the whole series out of my cold dead fingers because it's one of the few defining things we have about him and anytime I've ever seen him written without one he just feels wrong and like that is not my boy

Lavender only mentions rabbits once when talking about her pet binky dying but again that is now a part of her she will now never not have bunny rabbit associations to me

Percy is not in the little known about him category as much but I feel the same way about him liking Divination too yeah it's mentioned once and in a way you could technically argue against but nope he will always like divination to me now because of it

[skyward-floored]

Febuwhump Collab Day 4 (& 22) — Obedience, “you weren’t meant to be there”

This one I wrote with two prompts in mind, and as I was going along I realized it also fits with the day 17 one as well (hostage situation) so three at once! I feel bad for Time, I’m always giving him a hard time in this au...

Warning for some injuries, some violence, and a gun that gets waved around in a threatening manner

Today’s lovely art

Ao3 link

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Time drove down the street with the windows down in his car, enjoying the cool air that blew inside and ruffled his hair. It was a lovely afternoon, and he was glad to not be wasting it in an office.

Some kind of maintenance for the building he worked in had forced Time out of his office, and with nothing better to do, he’d been allowed to take the rest of the day off. He was looking forward to being home alone with Malon for a bit before his sons returned from school, and was already relishing the quiet they’d get to enjoy.

...Assuming, of course, that there wasn’t anything else that required his attention in the meantime.

Time sighed. Ever since supers had been (somewhat reluctantly) legalized again, it seemed like the crime rate had doubled to try and make up for it. Every other day he was stopping a bank robbery, or mugging, or any number of random misdeeds. He was endlessly relieved they were all no longer classified as illegal, and they’d fought hard for it, but... it was starting to get exhausting.

As if on cue, the music from the radio was cut off, and a news anchor began spouting off a report of an in-progress museum robbery.

Disappointment washed over him, and Time sighed and changed lanes, turning away from home and towards the direction of the museum. Malon would have been listening to the radio as well, and she would know he would go to help.

So much for our quiet afternoon.

Putting aside his disappointment, Time turned up the radio to hear the details better, mentally forming a plan for when he got the Hyrule Museum of History. The robbers had gone to the wing where the gems and older artifacts were housed, and had apparently blockaded themselves inside. He couldn’t believe they were brash enough to attempt a theft in broad daylight, at the largest museum in town at that...

But then again, perhaps they want some publicity, Time thought with a snort. There were always criminals around trying to make themselves out as bigger then they were.

The woman on the radio continued with the details, and Time suddenly jerked his head down to stare at it as she repeated the name of the building.

A robbery at the Hyrule Museum of History.

The same museum where several of his children had a field trip scheduled for today.

Time breathed in sharply and stepped on the gas, navigating towards the museum with an increased urgency. Not all of the grades were scheduled to be there at the same time, but there was at least one group that was supposed to still be at the museum now, and three of his sons had been there today.

No, calm down, he berated himself, getting honked at as he narrowly made it through a light, you know they can all handle a crisis, they’ve proved that. And they might not even be there anymore.

It was completely possible that all of their classes had finished and had already gone back to the school, or that the school groups were on the opposite side of the building from where the robbers were. Or maybe his sons had been evacuated with everyone else and would be waiting outside when Time got there, wanting to help out.

Maybe.

Time reached the museum in record time, though the trip seemed to take forever. He ducked into an alley and changed into his gear at lightning speed, then ran for the building, sirens in his ears.

There was a whole crowd of people outside, confused kids and frightened adults, police and security guards trying to maintain order through the clamor. Time left the police to their business of corralling civilians— though he made sure to scan the crowd for three familiar heads, heart sinking when he didn’t find a single one— and went through a side door, out of way of the crowd.

The officer guarding the inside jumped at the sight of him, but quickly realized who he was, directing him to where the robbers had gone with a relieved look.

“We got a report that there’s some kids missing from a school group, Mr. Deity,” he warned before Time went on his way. “It’s possible they’re in the wing the robbers sealed off, but we haven’t been able to get inside to check yet.“

Time’s stomach clenched, but he nodded, and headed for the section that housed ancient jewelry.

The halls were eerily quiet apart from Time’s rapid bootsteps, normally crowded halls foreboding and empty. He didn’t go to the main doorway of the wing, knowing that’s what the robbers would expect, and also where the police would be focusing their efforts, and instead went for one of the smaller doors.

Sure enough there were no police there, only an entrance blocked off by a huge fallen statue of some kind. Time had no trouble moving it aside enough that he could get through, and began running again, his heart in his throat.

Please, please let them be outside, please—

It was even quieter in this section, and Time didn’t pass a soul as he ran past paintings and bones, ancient armor and swords displayed proudly on the walls. Yet the thieves must have hidden a lookout somewhere, for when Time turned the corner into the room housing the most rare pieces, they were waiting for him.

There were at least six of them visible, wearing dark clothing and masks that covered most of their faces. All were armed with guns, most pointed in Time’s direction, but one was pointing towards the group of kids huddled in the center of the room.

Legend right in the line of fire.

Panic and anger roared to life in Time’s chest, but he shoved them away, forcing himself to remain collected in front of the group of criminals. Showing weakness would do nothing but give them an advantage, and despite the fact that he wanted to do nothing but charge forward and get Legend out of there, he remained where he was.

Legend locked eyes with Time, and the relief in his gaze made Time’s hands threaten to shake.

“Hm, Fierce Deity,” the man pointing the gun at the kids said, levelly meeting his gaze. His mask seemed more sinister than the rest. “The report indicated that you were not the most likely hero to show up here today.”

“Let them go,” Time demanded, the other kids watching him in frightened hope. He recognized them as ones from Legend’s class, thankfully no more of his sons among them. “These kids were just here for a field trip, don’t mix them up in this.”

The man crept closer to Legend. “They will be fine if you allow us to leave with what we came for.”

“They’re just kids,” Time said, voice darkened with anger. The man looked at him in an almost bored way, then back down at Legend. “What is it you even came here to steal?”

“That’s our business,” the leader said with a smile in his voice. “Now drop your weapon, and they will be fine.”

Time breathed out, scanning the room again before returning his gaze to Legend. His son was too far for him to reach before anything happened, the other kids as well, and even if there was a remote chance he could get Legend out of the way, it was unlikely he could protect all of the hostages.

You should have been more stealthy coming in—

“D— Fierce Deity,” Legend said in a soft, urgent voice, and Time looked at his son with increasing desperation. “Don’t listen to him, just get everyone else out of here, I’ll be—”

The gun was pressed to Legend’s head, the click of it being cocked near deafening to Time’s ears.

“Put your weapon down, or he gets a bullet through the head,” the man said softly. One of the other kids whimpered. “Swiftly followed by the rest of them.”

Time looked between the man and Legend, seconds ticking by loudly in his head. It was a nightmare knowing he had the power to stop every thief in the room, but being unable to do a thing. He had to stop them, but he couldn’t do anything, not without risking Legend, or any of the other kids, not unless he—

Legend’s lip trembled, almost imperceptibly, and Time exhaled as he bowed his head.

Then he dropped his weapon.

Legend gave him an agonized look as Time raised his hands in surrender, and though Time couldn’t see the man who was still holding the gun to his head’s face, he was sure he was smirking at them both.

Rage abruptly slammed into Time, more powerful then any of the emotions he’d been dealing with so far, and he gave the robber a look of pure hatred. How dare he mix these kids up in a stupid scheme that was doubtless just to make some money?

No lives were worth a couple of pretty rocks, no matter how rare.

“Get on your knees,” the man demanded next, a hint of glee in his voice, and Time grit his teeth and did as he said.

The other robbers jeered as he kneeled down, and closed their circle around him, one kicking at his legs to make him go down faster. A fist suddenly connected with his face, and Time flinched backwards, laughter ringing in his ears. Another blow hit him on the knee, pain bursting up his leg, and he forced himself not to react.

“You’re not going to fight back?” one of them mocked, making him gasp as he jabbed him in the stomach. “It’d be so easy, just one little punch!”

“Let them go and I’ll give you a fight,” Time growled, but the man with the gun shook his head.

“No, I’m enjoying myself too much. Leaving can wait, the Fierce Deity at our mercy is too good of an opportunity to pass up on,” he chuckled. “Rough him up boys, this could be our break into the big time if word gets out.”

Time barely had time to brace himself before the blows began to rain down, all of the robbers eager to swing a punch or two his way.

Now part of Time’s powers was increased durability, his body able to handle much more strain and abuse than any normal person. But he wasn’t invincible in any sense of the word, and the robbers all had extremely hard boots and gloves, and a few had weapons that slammed into and jabbed at sensitive points all over him.

And he didn’t dare fight back.

By the time they were finished knocking him around, Time had a split lip and bruised ribs, and he wasn’t confident his knee would hold his weight. But despite the pounding in his head and the sharp ache radiating up from his middle, Legend was still unharmed, and so were the other kids.

That was all that mattered.

Time breathed in and met Legend’s eyes for a second, his son’s blue gaze wide and equally angry and fearful as they looked at each other.

“You’ve had your fun,” Time said in a voice more hoarse then before. “Now do what you said, and let them go.”

The leader idly twirled his gun, the barrel no longer pressed to Legend’s head, but still much too close to it. “I don’t think so. I don’t want any funny business from you. They’ll come with us until we’re well on our way, and then they’ll be freed.”

The fire in Time’s stomach roared. “You said you’d let them go if I dropped my weapon.”

“Your own fault for trusting the word of a thief,” the leader shrugged, and Time nearly leapt at him then and there. “We’ll be on our way now. And if you decide to follow us before we’re gone, this little group here might just—”

Someone dropped from the ceiling and landed on top of the man.

He let out a shocked cry as he was thrown to the ground, and Time realized Wild had been the one to drop from above, fully in his costume, and Hyrule and Malon soon dropped down along with him.

Relief swept over Time at the sight of his wife and other two missing sons, both safe and sound. Despite the pain when he moved, he swung out at the nearest robber, who took his punch full on the chin and fell to the ground, immediately unconscious.

A gun went off somewhere, but the familiar sound of the bullet being stopped by Hyrule’s shield rang in Time’s ears. A shriek accompanied it, and Time saw his wife hustling the kids back and away from the fight.

“We got what we came for, let’s go!” the leader of the thieves shouted, having somehow wrestled himself away from Wild, and they all sprinted out into a hallway.

Wild’s face screwed up in anger and he bolted after them, Hyrule following close behind. Malon didn’t immediately follow though, pausing at Time’s side and putting a concerned hand on his face.

“Are you okay?” she breathed worriedly, running her thumb by his split lip. “I heard on the radio, I came as soon as I realized, but I had to find the boys first—”

“You need to get those kids out of here,” Time interrupted softly, clasping her hand for just a moment. Malon scanned over him, then nodded, her eyes worried behind her mask.

“You’re right. We can regroup in a bit,” she murmured, and Time pressed the briefest of kisses to her hand.

Malon quickly stood and went back to the group of kids, giving Legend only a short squeeze on the shoulder since she was in costume and wasn’t supposed to know him. She began ushering them out in a different direction than the bandits had gone, and Time watched them leave, relieved they were all fine.

Stumbling slowly to his feet as they trailed out of the room, Time winced as he put weight on his one leg. He’d certainly had worse, but unless Hyrule was willing to help him along, he’d probably need a doctor. Relaxing afternoon indeed.

Legend suddenly materialized at his side as he managed to stand, his face still pale from what had just happened, eyes wide as they looked him over.

Time didn’t hesitate to bundle him into a tight hug.

His ribs ached with the action but Time didn’t care, and he ignored the way his hand shook as he ran it through Legend’s hair. Legend hugged him back equally tight, and Time rested his head on top of his, relief threatening to send him to the ground again.

“Dad, I’m okay,” Legend said, his voice shaking a little.

“I know. I know you are,” Time breathed. He didn’t let go though, and neither did Legend, and Time ran another hand through his hair, still unable to get the image of Legend with a gun pressed to his temple out of his head.

If even one thing had gone differently...

Time silenced the thought before it could form, and gave Legend a squeeze.

“You shouldn’t have let them do that to you,” Legend said, his voice unusually quiet, and Time sighed, pulling back just a little.

“I couldn’t let them hurt you,” he replied, cupping a gentle hand around Legend’s chin. Legend swallowed and averted his gaze. “And I can handle a few punches. That’s nothing in comparison to what he would have done to you and the others.”

And I would endure it thousands of times if it ensured your safety.

“You still shouldn’t have,” Legend mumbled.

“But I did. And I’m okay,” Time reassured, ignoring every ache that protested the fact. “This wasn’t your fault, Legend.”

Legend only closed his eyes, and Time drew him near again, Legend’s hair brushing his chin.

“I’m okay,” Time reassured again, this time in a whisper. “We’re both okay.”

Legend gripped a little tighter at Time’s suit, Time’s hand running over his hair, and they stood there in silence for what felt like a long time before pulling back, and joining the fight with the others.

[drenched-in-sunlight]

i like ghostflower (hell I draw fanarts for them) but I’ve decided I like the version of them in my head more and will just stay away from the fandom in general cuz I’ve seen some discussion and they just make me go “what on earth are y’all on” 💀💀💀💀

[candyheartedchy]

Would it still count as a self insert if the s/i is based on an existing character, but that said character never showed up in their source material, just name dropped, so technically they are canon, but it’ll be like making a sona of that character like how people did with their spidersonas?

[nostalgia-tblr]

i'm so ambivalent about frigga! on one had i think the MCU treated her very poorly and so fandom should build her up and give her some more 'oomph,' on the other hand what fandom has done with her also annoys me because it apparently decided she's the good parent to be contrasted with her husband even when they did the exact same things.

so i always have the urge to "support" her by making her problematic in one way or another. and strange. she deserves to be strange.

[they-them-pussy]

YOU FUCKERS KEEP MAKING HANNIBAL TREND AND IM EXCITED EVERY TIME BUT GODDAMN IT IT'S JUST regular tumblr brainrot over the show

[travelbasscase]

dead poets society is a great movie and all

but i cannot understand people who read Henry David Thoreau and don't immediately go "what a load of excrement".

he was not a gifted writer. he was fluent in purple prose (that quote about wanting to live deliberately and suck out the marrow of life notwithstanding). he was not an outdoorsman, he lived in his mom's backyard. he's like rocky from the jeeves and wooster story, the deadbeat who lives in the woods. for pete's sake he claimed to excel at real estate because he imagined himself living in his neighbors' houses!

henry david thoreau is probably one of the worst transcendentalists. i say probably because he's the only one i'm familiar with thanks to my high school english class (taught by a teacher who was great except for his love of HDT. he had a thoreau quote tatted on his arm. why). i'm trying to keep an open mind about the others.

[coffeecat1983]

Mario Bros: "The way things used to be"

A gift for @stripetkattelalala54-gf

TW: body injury, PTSD, fear of drowning and anxiety attacks.

From drabble prompt #57 “I miss the way things used to be.”

They all noticed it. The shift in his mood, the haunted look that he tried so hard to hide. And yet it kept forcing its way to the surface.    It started small. A shiver, a whimper at loud noises that he would quickly choke back. The slam of a car door or the blare of a car alarm and he'd pull away, sapphire eyes darting around nervously.      "I don't know what to do, Ma." Luigi confessed one night as he helped wash up from dinner. "I keep askin' if he's okay, he just says he's 'fine' and won't say anything else.    Thinking it over, Marianna hummed. "Let me see what I can do." Her result was the same as Luigi's. A light shrug, and a quiet "I'm fine, it's nothing."    Unsure of what else to do, Marianna turned to Arthur for help. Thinking some time together might coax his nephew to open up, he invited Mario to the arcade. Agreeing, Mario went with along with Bria and Tony.      "So how 'bout it, kid? Go karts?" Arthur asked. Mario looked towards the karts as they shot past and Arthur saw it. His whole body tensed as he took a step back.

   His kart shook beneath him as he tried to steer, tried to stay on the road while chaos erupted around him.

     "M-Maybe laser tag." Mario suggested, trying to calm his pounding heart. Bria cheered and grabbing her dad's hand, led the way into the arcade to the arena. Once fitted with their vests and laser pistols, the group entered the main room. Everything seemed to be going well until the scarce lighting shut off as a voice came over the PA system.      "Look out, space cadets, we've got a birthday in the galaxy and you know what that means! Raaaaaiiinbow madness! Find the aliens hiding in the rainbows!"    The walls glowed as neon rainbows appeared all over. In the glow, Arthur could see it. Mario's eyes had gone wide and his chest was heaving. As the floor tiles flashed with the bright colors, Mario let out a faint cry.

   His ears were ringing from the explosion and then water was around him, over his head and cold, so cold. He was going to drown, he would die here, never see his family again...

     "Kid, wait!" Arthur called out as Mario took off, ripping off his vest and dropping the laser pistol. Chasing after him, Arthur caught up in the men's room as Mario ducked into one of the stalls and hunched over, coughing and gagging. A moment later he stumbled out of the stall, face streaked with tears. Arthur put an arm around him.      "C'mon," he said softly. "We'll go home." Mario shook his head. "I just, I need some air. Let Bria and Uncle Tony finish their match."      "Alright." Leaving the men's room they found the other two waiting for them. Both took one look at Mario and insisted the night was over, Bria proclaiming she was tired and wanted to go home and watch movies as she latched onto his arm. Mario gave a weak smile and gave in, the group returning to the apartment building.    Going into the living room, Mario went to take a seat on the couch. Salvatore was in his usual chair, a murder mystery on the TV. A character in the show tossed a brick to break into a house. The sound of glass shattering filled the little living room right as Tony entered.

   Glass cracked, the sound mixing with the screech of broken metal and all he could feel was pain enveloping him. His twin, where was his brother? It was so loud, the glass shattering beneath his body. Something in his arm had snapped, the pain growing until he wanted to black out...

   Mario was up and breathing frantically, he hurried past Arthur and Tony and down the hall to the Bros room, slamming the door behind him. Luigi jumped up from the couch and he and Arthur both went to follow, only to be grabbed and held back.      "Hang on you two." Tony said, letting them go. "Let me talk to him. I think I know what's going on."    Noticing his twin's hand went to his side as he spoke, Arthur understood and stepped back.    Tony was quiet as he slipped into the bedroom, making sure to close the door behind him. His heart ached when he saw Mario was on his bed, curled up tightly as he trembled. Soft sniffles escaped him. Sitting on the edge of the bed, Tony continued to remain silent until the figure beside him shifted and sat up, legs drawn to his chest.    Eyes gazing around the room, the older man settled on a poster of a race car.      "I ever tell you your Uncle Art and I were in a car accident?" he began softly. Mario raised his head, listening. Sensing the movement, Tony continued without looking at him.      "We were teens, had just been cleared to drive on our own, so we wanted to try night drivin'. Why we picked a rainy night, I'll never know." he closed his eyes as that night came back to him.      "I was driving. Things were goin' pretty good, too. Then I pulled into the intersection and that truck came barrelin' through."

   He heard the blare of the truck horn and his arm shot out, instinctively reaching to protect his little brother. An ear splitting scream of metal twisting on metal and the seatbelts snapped. He was airborne, glass shattering as his body twisted and flew forward.

   A hand to his side again. "Got cut up pretty bad and it knocked me out. Still got the scars on my side."

     "Tony! Please, wake up! PLEASE!"

   Mario was sitting beside him now, listening.      "I remember beyond the pain, all I kept thinkin' was 'Is Art safe? Where's my lil bro?'." Tony continued. "Heh, after that, I let my license go. Didn't drive again for two years. That's why Art drives most of the time when we go somewhere."    Thinking about this, Mario realized something. "But you work at a garage." A wave of his uncle's hand. "A way to face my fears, you could say. I still get nervous hearin' glass break. Still sometimes have bad dreams."    His nephew stared at the floor, shoulders slumped. "That rainbow road I talked about." he finally said. "There was a bomb that went off. At least, it felt like a bomb. The road broke apart. And there are times I feel it again. Falling into the ocean, water closing in on me." his voice choked as he teared up. "Or it's that fight. I feel myself hitting the car. F-Feel the glass..." he let out a sob. Tony put a hand on his shoulder.      "Feel the glass break?" he offered gently. Another sob and Mario shook his head.      "It won't st-stop!" he cried. "I see it over and over! An' all I can think is that, that thing is gonna kill Lu, gonna kill my family!"

   Bowser saw Mario looking towards the twins, his expression giving it away.      "Ah, those two mean something to you." Bowser purred. "I'll kill them when I'm done with you and your brother!"

   Breaking down more, Mario clung to his uncle as he shook with sobs. “I want it to stop! I m-miss the way things u-used to be!”    Holding him, Tony remembered crying in Marianna's arms, saying the same thing.      "It will be," he repeated, "it takes time, but it will be." He held Mario a little tighter. "And we're all here for you until it is."

END

By "CC"

[asmidge]

so Hoffman was totally taking care of Lawrence while John and Amanda were in Mexico right?

[t-u-i-t-c]

Tokusatsu Back To School Challenge

RYO OGAMI in Kamen Rider Saber: Trio of Deep Sin (2022)