#tension tower

[technological-existentialism]

[f4ceache]

she gets jealous easily……

[efverse]

Raikou tells ampharos the very touching story of how ho oh accepted their mother to help her better raise her children after their father died early on. And ampharos is just like "...did your mom fuck ho oh. Bc you make it sound like your mom fucked ho oh" and raikou gets sooo mad

[samazing0831]

Better Than the Stars - Fred Weasley x Reader

Late one night atop the Astronomy Tower, Fred finally works up the courage to confess what's been building for far too long. You've always known - how could you not? But nothing compares to hearing it from his lips, under the stars, when the teasing fades and the truth comes out. With a kiss that lingers and a heat that rises, it turns out some confessions are worth waiting for.

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The stars shimmer above the castle, casting a silver glow across the tower as the breeze rustles your cloak. The Astronomy Tower is quiet - just you, Fred, and the quiet hum of something unspoken hanging in the air.

Fred shifts beside you, clearly out of his element. He's fidgeting. Nervous. So very unlike him.

"Right, so - this isn't exactly how I planned this," he starts, his voice uncharacteristically unsure.

You smirk, glancing sideways. "What, did you plan to kidnap me or something? Hate to break it to you, Weasley, but I'm not worth a whole lot and my family's not exactly sitting on piles of galleons."

He huffs a laugh, grateful for the levity. "Oh, don't flatter yourself, love. If I were kidnapping you, I'd have done it in style. Bit of broomstick theatrics, maybe a few dungbombs for distraction."

The laugh fades, replaced by something more serious. He rubs the back of his neck, glancing down before meeting your eyes again. "No. What I meant was... I've been trying to say something for a while. And this - under the stars, just us - felt like the right moment."

He breathes out hard. "Merlin, I'm absolute rubbish at this."

Your smile softens. "Fred, you're scaring me. Is everything okay?"

He looks at you then, really looks. "What? No - yes. Sort of? Bloody hell." His voice drops. "I like you. A lot. More than I probably should. And not in a 'you're fun to mess with' kind of way. More like 'you've been stuck in my head for months and it's driving me absolutely mad.'"

You chuckle. "That's your grand confession? No flowers, no chocolates, no passionate kiss? I expected more from you, Weasley. Especially since you've been trash at hiding it."

His mouth opens, then closes, realization flickering in his eyes. "Oi! Trash at hiding it? I'll have you know I was being subtle -"

"Sure," you say, voice thick with amusement.

He groans. "You little menace."

And then he steps forward, close enough that you feel the warmth of him despite the cold night air. One hand curls around your waist; the other gently tucks a strand of hair behind your ear.

"If it's a proper confession you want, then here it is: I'm mad about you. Completely, hopelessly mad. And if I had half a brain, I'd have said it ages ago. Instead, I spent my time threatening every bloke in this castle to stay the hell away from you."

His thumb grazes your cheek. "So? Chocolates and flowers aside... did I finally meet your expectations?"

You grin. "I'll forgive you this time, Weasley." You lean in and brush your lips softly against his.

Fred exhales a shaky breath, his grin melting into something softer. "Oh, you will, will you? How generous of you."

He leans in again, slower now, pressing another kiss to your lips. It lingers this time. "That should hold you over until I get my hands on some Honeydukes' finest."

"I don't know, Weasley," you tease. "I might need a little more to hold me over."

He raises a brow, that trademark grin flickering back. "More, you say? Can't have you going hungry now, can I?"

He kisses you again, deeper this time, his hands warm against your back as he pulls you close. The rest of the world melts away - there's only Fred, only the kiss, only the stars forgotten above.

"Better?" he breathes against your lips.

"Better," you whisper, leaning into his warmth.

"Good," he murmurs, brushing his nose against yours. "Because I plan on making sure you're never hungry again - in every sense of the word."

You laugh, resting your forehead against his. "I don't know. I was thinking we could just stare at the stars. Y'know, too entranced to pay attention to one another."

He barks a laugh. "Stare at the stars, huh? I mean, I could... but I've got something a hell of a lot more distracting right in front of me."

He leans in. "How about a compromise? Stars later - after I make you thoroughly forget they even exist."

You kiss him again, this time hungry, your fingers threading into his hair. He groans softly into your mouth, pulling you tighter against him.

"Merlin," he mutters, breath ragged, "you're dangerous."

You break the kiss long enough to murmur, "To hell with the stars, Weasley."

Fred's grin grows wicked. "That's the spirit."

And under the glittering sky, wrapping in his arms and something far warmer than starlight, you finally stop pretending you hadn't wanted this all along.

[ernestdescalsartwok]

CENTRAL TERMICA-FIGOLS-CERCS-TORRES ALTA TENSION-GENERACION-ELECTRICIDAD-CINTA TRANSPORTADORA-CARBON-ACUARELAS-PINTOR-ERNEST DESCALS por Ernest Descals Por Flickr: CENTRAL TERMICA-FIGOLS-CERCS-TORRES ALTA TENSION-GENERACION-ELECTRICIDAD-CINTA TRANSPORTADORA-CARBON-ACUARELAS-PINTOR-ERNEST DESCALS El paisaje que rodea la CENTRAL TERMICA de FIGOLS y CERCS se encuentra llena de torres de alta tensión, la función de la Central era la generación de electricidad, a la izquierda vemos la cinta transportadora de las vagonetas de carbón, ahora en la actualidad todo es verde, los árboles y la hierba cubren odo el espacio, es el triunfo de la naturaleza ante las intromisiones del ser humano, los edificios se van derrumbando y pronto no habrá nada más que lo natural. Pintura con acurelas sobre papel del artista pintor Ernest Descals en el Pintar los paisajes y sus cambios.

[berscrk]

I finally updated my griffguts playlist to a roughly accurate order of how i imagine the songs playing out to the story 🤭 i hope you like it if you check it out

[stars-and-darkness]

so the minecraft movie trailer looks like a fever dream but i hope that mojang knows that the bar is VERY high for me as i have been watching forge labs scenario smp videos for over a year now and there is no beating that

[imp-thing]

I don't care that Secret of the Swamp was originally pairing them up, I am NOT shipping Grimoire and Sally together

[icharchivist]

GOD.

The trio is on its way back to Sector 7, they're still in the Train Graveyard, so close to reaching it yet so far, blocked by trains, and they had to reactivate a train to move them out of the way, and in doing so, they started to catch radio's signals.

... from the Turks' mission.

it makes Tseng appear slightly earlier than in his OG's appearance but it is perfectly done, instead of being a last minute new player you see how he oversaw the situation, but also, OUTCH

and i LOVE this, btw, i LOVE more focus on the Turks' mentality, i love that we get to see Reno and Rude being so conflicted (even THOUGH they're still going to pull the trigger nonetheless), it's a good way to build up what will be their late-game's switch, it's great, it gives us more time to understand why eventually they'd turn around, it's GREAT.

And Tseng having this introduction is bonechilling. Because as you see Reno and Rude hesitate, it's Tseng who takes the cold head to go through it when mission is completed. I personally got the feeling that the event of Crisis Core is what steeled Tseng's heart and why now he would be the one focused on seeing the mission through anyway. What's the point of morals and sentiments. The one time he gave in to his he still failed anyway. Why would he try to fight for those again, yaknow?

but meanwhile our trio heard this conversation on the radio, and rightfully know who is the one who'll be the most shattered by it:

and while the horror of the situation settles in, Cloud and Aerith immediately turns to support Tifa and give her hope.

Cloud, who had the time to be friends with the rest of Avalanche, knowing they can rely on Barret and his group, that they won't give up, therefore they shouldn't either. and Aerith reminding her to move forward, that they still can do it.

It's just SO intense and damn, i KNOW what happen to sector 7 yet the whole bit really is helping me feel the urgency of the situation, perhaps even more than in OG because the characters get to stop and worry more and more.

i love it. Excellent build up. Horrifying to play, but the tension is *chief kiss*

[bratzboykai]

Tragic that my cat cant use a lot of prefab cat towers and shit cause his ass is too heavy and long. It's not his fault he's the tall man equivalent of cat!!!

[thedeadthree]

HEHEEEHEHE YANA HATH MADE IT TO THE MIND FLAYER COLONY SHES ON HER WAY TO SEE HER DEAREST !!!!!!!

[impossible-rat-babies]

thinking about how different it would have been if gaius had recognized eyrie. the kind of person he was and how he would have so easily revealed that information about them. the reaction of the city state leaders. the scions. how much more detached eyrie would have been from the lot of them. how tenuous stormblood would have been on top of how difficult it already is. Eorzea’s Champion AND former IV and XIV imperial solider. one title haunting the other.

[platypusisnotonfire]

Being next to them in person just convinces you more that they are indeed megafauna

Ice Storm ~ Montreal, Quebec, Canada 1998

[imp-thing]

i have this tangle tower oc i keep forgetting to draw/redesign but i feel like the color palette is a little too close to hawkshaw's and i don't have any actual ideas for it so i don't really ever talk about him

[ragnars-tooth]

i completely and absolutely hallucinated the last time i read firestar apparently bc i was ten thousand percent sure russ shot beargstrom at the end. i thought that man was so dead. so imagine my surprise rereading tfe properly rn.

(i was already too confused by whos who irt the bears last time anyway so if anything its making me feel LESS stupid that i just misread a paragraph and fucked up the entire plotline for myself <- it will happen again)

consider this a public acknowledgment that it turns out idk what the hell is happening in these books, soz <3 i will continue to lie by accident and make shit up 🥰

[magical-reid]

The Soldier and His Mission

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Avenger!Reader

Word Count: 1K

Summary: When a trigger sends Bucky back into the grip of the Winter Soldier, he shadows you with an unyielding protectiveness that leaves the team on edge, though he doesn't harm anyone. After days of tension and careful steps, Bucky finally breaks through the icy barrier, returning to himself in a quiet, tender moment, finding solace in your presence.

You should’ve known something was wrong the moment Bucky went still.

One second, the mission was wrapping up—just another Hydra facility wiped off the map, just another set of goons taken down. The next, something triggered him. A phrase muttered in Russian over a radio, the faintest crackle of a long-dead handler’s voice. You saw the shift in his posture before he even turned around, the telltale tightening of his jaw, the blankness overtaking those usually warm blue eyes.

Bucky Barnes was gone.

The Winter Soldier stood in his place.

And yet—he didn’t hurt you.

Not when he turned to face the team, his body language bristling with danger. Not when Steve hesitated before stepping forward, his hands raised in a placating gesture. And certainly not when you cautiously called his name, your voice softer than the others.

Instead, the Soldier moved between you and everyone else.

A shield.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

Back at the Tower, you thought the episode would pass. That maybe, after a few hours, after enough familiar sights and sounds, Bucky would shake it off like he always did.

But the Soldier wasn’t leaving. And he had decided you were his mission.

Not to eliminate.

To protect.

At first, it was just hovering. You moved—he followed. You sat—he stood at your back, ever watchful. The others gave him space, exchanging worried glances when they thought you weren’t looking. Steve was tense, obviously trying to figure out how to break through, while Tony was less patient about it.

“This is a problem,” Stark declared after the first few hours, arms crossed as he leaned against the counter. “I mean, I hate to be the one to say it, but we have a fully armed, brainwashed assassin in the Tower again, and we all know how that went last time.”

“He’s not attacking anyone,” Natasha pointed out.

“Yet,” Tony shot back.

You ignored the argument as best you could, focusing instead on cooking something for Bucky—something normal, something familiar, something that might ground him. His eyes tracked you the entire time.

Then you miscalculated the heat on the stove.

The oil in the pan hissed and spat, and a second later, you hissed too as a sharp sting bloomed across your palm. You barely had time to react before there was a sudden blur of motion.

Bucky was on you instantly.

His flesh hand gripped your wrist, his metal one hovering protectively over the stove, as if it had personally attacked you. His face was unreadable, but his grip was firm, his hold gentle as he examined the burn.

“I’m okay,” you assured him, but he wasn’t listening.

Instead, he took the cold pack you hadn’t even reached for yet and pressed it carefully to your palm, his jaw tight, his brows furrowed in focus. You exchanged a look with Steve over Bucky’s shoulder, and the Captain exhaled, something like relief flashing in his eyes.

He was still in there.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

The Soldier continued shadowing you for the next two days, much to Tony’s frustration. But as Natasha had pointed out—he wasn’t hurting anyone.

Unless they posed a threat to you.

That was something Steve learned firsthand during a sparring session. You had barely landed a hit before Bucky, watching from the sidelines, had moved. The next thing you knew, Steve was on his ass, blinking up at the ceiling, while Bucky stood between you like a human wall, eyes cold and calculating.

“For the record,” Steve grunted as he sat up, rubbing his ribs, “I was letting her win.”

Bucky wasn’t convinced.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

It wasn’t until you needed a medical checkup that things really came to a head.

“Barnes, I have to actually examine her,” Dr. Cho said patiently, eyeing where Bucky stood between you and the med bay’s equipment.

“No,” he replied flatly.

“Bucky—” you tried.

“The room is secure.”

“That’s not the—”

“She does not require assistance.”

“I do require assistance,” you corrected. “Because I burned my hand and twisted my shoulder thanks to a certain super soldier overreacting in the gym.”

Bucky didn’t move.

You exhaled slowly.

“Okay,” you said, shifting tactics. “Then stay.”

That got his attention.

“If you want to make sure nothing happens to me,” you reasoned, “then you can stay here. But you have to let the doctor check me out.”

His expression was unreadable for a long moment. Then, after what felt like an eternity—

“…Understood.”

Progress.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

When it finally broke, it wasn’t dramatic.

There was no grand trigger, no huge revelation.

Just a moment of quiet.

You had fallen asleep on the couch, exhaustion finally winning after two days of Bucky’s overprotective hovering. When you woke up, it was to warm hands gently brushing over your wrist—both flesh and metal, but softer this time, as if relearning the feeling of touching you.

And then you heard it—his breath hitching.

A tiny, barely-there sound, but one filled with something raw.

You blinked sleepily, looking up.

Bucky was staring at you. Not the Soldier. Bucky.

His face was pale, his jaw tight, his eyes wide—his real eyes.

“…Doll?” His voice cracked over the word, like it had been caught in his throat.

You smiled sleepily, shifting so your fingers curled around his. “Hey, Buck.”

His exhale was shaky. His shoulders sagged. And when you tugged him down to you, he didn’t resist.

He just buried his face in your neck and held on.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

“You scared the hell out of me, you know,” you murmured later, your fingers absentmindedly running through his hair as he rested against you.

“I know,” he admitted, voice rough.

“You threw Steve like a ragdoll.”

“…Yeah.”

“…Kind of hot, not gonna lie.”

A laugh. Quiet, but real.

And just like that, Bucky Barnes was back.