#that's HER CHAIR that's her ship

[whatelsecanwedonow]

STAR TREK: DISCOVERY S5E04 | Face the Strange

[jonahmagnus]

My dear friend @alrtic pointed out to me that. This is the same shirt. Why is this the same shirt??

[iloveacronix]

Uhhhh some COFFEEBOT cuz I watched some bits of Wu's Teas again.

and some Coffeetime(?) Bc I remembered they existed </3

[charafansmile]

So like...would I get crucified at the stake if I said I want Tenna and toriel to have some chemistry. Is that too wild. Am I in too deep. The romantic chemistry between an old lady and her television...this too could be yuri

[hard-times-paramore]

Why does it feel like a crime punishable by death and public humilliation to ship two characters in a way that goes against the fandom's widespread headcanon but nevertheless not confirmed canon for their sexualities?

[cirr0stratus]

shoves their faces together like two girl barbies

[tortoisesshells]

Dark Shadows episode 85, aired October 21 1966

[cozylittleartblog]

I absolutely LOVE your art of swatch and queen :> I barely see content of them together thank you for feeding the swatchqueen fandom (which has about 3 members). also ur art in general is just so pretty. pls draw more /nf

more people should appreciate swatch and queen, platonic or otherwise. she is dangerously sillygoofy and they enable her completely. they will Further her sillygoofy, actually. they might be tired of writing and bitcrushing rap anthems for her and smashing fruit for her amusement but will they stop? haha naww. they think the fruit barrels should have glitter in them actually-

[kanerallels]

For @laughingphoenixleader, who requested Kanej in a superhero/villain au

(tw for vague mentions of drug deals and human trafficking, though there's nothing explicit)

The streets of Chicago were clogged with criminals. One couldn’t take a step without seeing a carjacking, a drug sale, a mugging. It was the perfect place for a criminal enterprise to begin and flourish.

It shouldn’t have been a surprise to anyone, then, when someone other than the corrupt law enforcement rose up to stop them.

The Wraith. No one had seen her face, but everyone knew the name. A figure in dark clothing, using knives and carrying out judgment against the traffickers and the dealers before disappearing into the shadows again. Those who used humans as a commodity seemed to be the biggest targets.

Which was lucky for the city’s latest big player.

“Kaz Brekker,” Inej murmured, studying the blurry image on the computer screen. He looked young, though how old she couldn’t tell with the quality of the photo. All that was really obvious was dark clothing and hair, a pale face, and the cane in his gloved hand. Both of which look…familiar.

“Why is he on our radar?” she asked Nina, who was slouched in the wheeled chair in front of the computer.

The young woman shrugged. “Possibly because he’s the main suspect in seventeen different robberies, but no one’s been able to prove it. Or because his right hand man shoots like no human being should be able to. There’s also the fact that he sprouted up out of nowhere overnight. Looks like he took control of Per Haskell’s gang, but he was there all along. We just didn’t see him until now.”

Inej frowned. “Why?”

Getting up from her chair, Nina headed towards the kitchenette in the corner of the basement room Inej used as her headquarters. “Probably because he didn’t want to be seen. And you’ve had other, bigger problems on your mind. Toaster waffle?”

Absently, Inej waved her off, mind spinning. Kaz Brekker. If his plan was to set himself up as the crime lord of the city, that could be a problem. Especially if he was as good as Nina said he was. “I might have to pay him a visit,” she muttered, more to herself than anyone else.

Nina answered anyway as she popped two waffles into the toaster. “Just do me a favor and don’t get stabbed. I have class tonight, and stitching you up doesn’t actually count as homework.”

Despite her cavalier words, Inej could hear the concern hiding behind them, and she smiled. “I’ll be careful, Nina. I promise.”

The other woman didn’t look overly comforted, but nodded all the same.

Later that night, after Nina had cajoled her into eating and resting, then swept off to her night class at Ravka University, Inej slipped out of her civilian clothes and into her suit. It wasn’t quite Superman quality, but the clothing was comfortable and good for sneaking and climbing. She checked to make sure her knives and gear were all secure, and set off into the night.

Brekker seemed to have set up shop at the Crow Club downtown. Inej knew of the place, but Per Haskell—the former owner—had never caused enough trouble for her to have risked the trip, not yet. She’d had bigger prey to track.

Slipping in was a simple matter. One of the windows was unlocked, and Inej eased through into what looked like an office. A desk lined with papers and books stood in the middle, with a cot pushed up against one wall. Does Brekker live here?

A key clicked in the lock, and Inej ghosted into a dark corner, keeping her steps quiet and smooth. A second later, the door swung open, and Kaz Brekker stepped inside, limp obvious, cane swinging.

She caught the barest glimpse of pale skin and high cheekbones before his back was to her, standing at the desk. His movements precise, he flipped through a file, gloved fingers tapping against the outside.

The tapping paused, and his head lifted a little. Then he spoke, his voice rasping and rough.

“The Wraith, I presume.”

How did he know I was here? Inej brushed aside the surprise. There was no use in pretending now. She moved out of the shadows, and Brekker turned to face her.

Inej’s heart skipped a beat. Not for any silly, romantic reasons—though the young man facing her was handsome enough, in a severe way. He was all sharp angles and dark shades, his dark brown eyes taking her in like she was a problem to be solved.

No, the reason her heart skipped a beat was because she knew him.

She hadn’t known his name at the time. But they’d met once, years ago. Before Inej became the Wraith, before she’d escaped the life that had driven her to take this path.

The police had found her. An undercover cop, Detective Nazyalensky, had made contact, and promised her that if she informed on Heleen and her entire organization, she would go free. Inej had been going to meet her the day of the bust when Heleen had summoned her into her office.

She’d known. Inej was sure of it, and if she went into that office, she would be beaten, or sold, or worse. Fear had threatened to choke her, and she’d wavered. Should she run? But she wouldn’t have made it, not if Heleen wasn’t distracted.

And then he’d walked in. He couldn’t have been more than sixteen, but carried himself like a full grown man. But he didn’t look at the girls as he came in, and that struck Inej as curious. The other customers ogled freely.

Maybe he wasn’t a customer. Perhaps he was one of the information dealers who came to Heleen for what the girl’s customers knew. In which case…

She moved toward him quietly, her feet brushing the floor. He was standing at the door of Heleen’s office, facing away from her when she said, “I can help you.”

He’d been startled when he turned to face her, though it faded quickly. He’d lifted an eyebrow, looking a little curious when Heleen’s voice had rung out from the office.

“Enough hiding, little lynx! I said I wanted to see you, and I want to do it now.”

Inej had flinched, unable to prevent the visions flooding her mind. The boy facing her frowned, just a little. Then, he’d spoken. Not to her, but to Heleen.

“You have an appointment to keep with me, Heleen. Haskell won’t wait forever.”

Grumbling, Heleen had appeared at the office door and waved for the boy to follow her in. Before he moved away, the boy had looked at her. “Don’t let them see your tell,” he’d said, voice too quiet to Heleen to make out. “And don’t look back.”

He’d entered the office, and Inej knew. It was time to run.

And so she did. She made it, and Heleen was locked up 24 hours later. Inej was free, and it was thanks to the actions of a stranger.

He had, whether he knew it or not, been the reason she’d gotten away, the reason she’d been able to tell the police everything.

His eyes narrowed a little as he looked at her, and for a second Inej thought, He knows. But then—no. He couldn’t. Her face was covered, and it had been close to four years since her escape.

“And you’re Kaz Brekker,” she said, keeping her voice cool. Business like. “The newest boss on the block.”

“Here to stop me?” Brekker asked, an eyebrow going up. “Bring me to justice like the Black Heretic? The Lantsov family?”

“The police took the Lantsov family,” Inej said, and Brekker snorted.

“The police in this town couldn’t solve their way out of a cardboard box. You handed them the arrest.”

He’s smart. “How do you know that?”

“I make it my business to know.” Folding his hands over his cane, he said, “So, what have I done to merit your attention? I thought I’d kept a fairly low profile.”

“You haven’t done anything. Yet,” Inej said, letting her hand rest on the knives at her waist. Brekker’s gaze followed the movement for only a heartbeat before locking back onto her masked face.

“Ah. Threatening me into submission. Interesting method. Unfortunately for you, I have plans that can’t be put on hold. And you don’t kill anyone unless what they’ve done meets your criteria.”

Inej wouldn’t show her surprise. “You’ve done your research.”

“It’s good to know who I’m dealing with. And to know how you intend to be rid of me.” Continuing, he said, “If you were going to kill me, I’d be dead. Everyone you don’t kill gets handed over to the police, and there’s nothing on me for the police.” The thinnest sliver of a smile appeared. “So, Wraith, your threats are to no avail.”

Oh, he could be dangerous. “Then consider this an appeal to your better nature,” Inej told him.

He laughed, sharp and bitter. “I don’t have one.”

“You have common sense. Don’t give me a reason to come after you, and I won’t.” Inej met his gaze, hoping he would see the intent in her eyes.

He was still for a moment, then inclined his head. “Then perhaps I will see you again, Wraith. Or perhaps not. We’ll see what your code dictates.”

Without another word, he turned back to his desk. Inej hesitated for a fraction of a second, then slipped out the window. Activating the ascension cable she wore strapped to her wrist, she fired it and swung out across the city. She needed to find somewhere to think before her nightly patrols began.

She had a feeling then that she would meet Kaz Brekker again. And she truly didn’t know if she hoped for it or dreaded it.

[beanghostprincess]

My current favourite crackship that I just created myself is Hiyori×Alive!Kuina. Just because if she can't get Zoro she'll just go for his cousin instead.

You're a genius. Your brain is huge. Please, let me kiss your brain. This is just amazing. I love lesbians. You're SO real-

Hiyori is easily one of my favorite characters and I love her SO much and people won't stop reducing her to her ship with Zoro. I think she doesn't need anybody and if she did want somebody it should be a girl. Because I say so. And Kuina is just,,, She would've been such a great character. Can't stop thinking about this fanart I found because it has changed my life for the better. She's in Wano to train to become the world's greatest swordsman and I'm just thinking about what if Kuina had been there to help them out too and she had been the one to save Hiyori all those times instead of Zoro.... Thinking thoughts. Like, of course, Hiyori and Zoro also have their moments because I do actually like their dynamic and I think she admires him a lot!! But you know. Kuina saves Hiyori a couple of times (when Zoro was going to do it, actually, she just appears like a second before him and ruins his moment) and Hiyori just melts. Because who wouldn't? Kuina would be so tall and strong and a sizeable woman, and I would personally die if she helped me save my country. Besides, I think they'd understand each other because both are women that have been reduced to that role specifically instead of their ambitions and their power and they're so much more. Hiyori was helpless when she had to see her country turn into this mess and she couldn't so anything else but to pretend,, Like-- If somebody knows how being a woman in the world works is Hiyori, and Kuina would understand. She'd admire Kuina so much for her abilities and her personality and ambitions!!!!!! And Kuina would absolutely love Hiyori's kindness and strength for being able to put up with so much!!!

Not to mention that Kuina would be taller than her,,, And bigger,,, And Hiyori would have to look up,, And this is now just the aesthetic part but God they'd look so different. That's Hiyori's guard dog. Wouldn't it be funny if Kuina were all serious and teasing with Zoro and like "*raises eyebrow* seriously?" type of masc girl, and the second Hiyori is around she turns into the happiest person in the world and extremely protective of her? Zoro judges her but he can't say shit because he's literally the same with Luffy (and Kuina teases him even more because she always has the upper hand and it makes him so angry). They're both down bad. Hiyori is just so nice to her and keeps saying she trusts her to become the world's greatest swordsman but even if she doesn't, she'll always have her heart and a place to stay in Wano. And I am weak, guys, I am so weak for lesbians.

Aghhh this is SO good. Somebody make them kiss. I- This is great. Oda could just say "ah yes Kuina actually escaped her hometown on her own and faked her death and traveled to Wano" and I'd believe him wholeheartedly because I want her back. I also want Hiyori back. I miss Wano sometimes a lot.

Also, Kuina sees Zoro with Enma and she goes:

Kuina: Oh cool, you got Hiyori's sword. Good luck with that one. Zoro: Do you want it or what? I am not giving it to you. You'll have to fight for it. Kuina: Nah, when I win our fight I want to win against the king of hell. Nothing less. Zoro: Where's the 'I can't win I'm a girl' bullshit now? Kuina: Stayed with the girl. Now I am a woman and I am going to beat your ass.

And Hiyori looking at them having the biggest lesbian moment in the world kicking her feet and blushing and Momo is next to her like "hehe you have a crush-" and he doesn't get to finish what he was saying because Hiyori hits him so fucking hard he faints. Don't tease her. Poor girl. She's in love, leave her alone.

[misstoodles]

I’m the wise guy who thought continuing my bad batch rewatch with the end of S2 before Christmas wouldn’t result is emotional damages.

What a wise and totally not flawed idea.

[baylardo]

BAYLARDO DOING ASK GAME REAL???????

🎼

🎼 song/music you associate with an aspect of ST

daddy has a whole playlist of the ol' cringe naenaes for voyager but ummmmm any time i listen to this song aka Fade to Black - Les Friction i am transportled to Year of Hell and imagining JANEWAEEEEYYYYEEEYEYEYYYYYYY ❤️

if you listen to the whole song it just has like those LAST STAND type vibes, and i love the last minute of the song around 2:11 and imagining janeway alone, with her crew having abandoned voyager toward the end of the two-parter, and it's this big explosive finish and shes remembering that shes fighting for THEM and its so EPIIIIIIC HAHAHA ALL THOSE LYRICS MAKE ME GO CRAZY WITH INSPIRATION 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥

[wilsonpussyindulgence]

i too am like hugh laurie, because any time i’m playing a character and someone’s like “well what’s the relationship between you and [whatever other character] i’ve always made the decision to be secretly in love with them because THATS THE MOST INTERESTING CHOICE TO MAKE

[viiisenyas]

If my brain disrupts my plot with a new idea that changes the entire story ONE MORE TIME

[aotymidnights]

i need to know which gossip girl ships are superior to you! tell us pretty please 🙏🏼

SERENATE 💔 that's all i care about (but also rufus & lily)

[lacyblades]

౨ৎ frat!satoru is using his last bits of will power to not give into you, along with your desperate attempts of convincing him otherwise.

he honestly can't recall the last time something — someone — lovingly came into his life, like you. there's no harm that can come from taking this slow, right? he just really, really likes you, that's all.

the whole dating scene isn't exactly his jam. not that he can't navigate it, but he's just… hesitant. it takes him ages to finally call your hang-out a sort of date, let alone contemplate taking your virginity.

you, on the other hand? you just want to get it over with. the way he talks about it, you'd think it's some kind of advanced physics.

and you've done everything short of cartwheels to get the ball rolling. his level of self-control has to be otherworldly. because here you are, sprawled on his dorm bed in nothing but expensive lingerie — a serious splurge for a broke college student — and he's just strolling right past you.

lips pressed tight, eyes darting anywhere but at you, hands jammed in his pockets, he drops his backpack by his desk with a heavy thump. not a word, not a glance, not even a little compliment. clearly, satoru is hanging on by a thread.

"ugh, come on," you huff, pushing yourself up on the mattress. "nothing?"

he flops onto his beanbag chair, snatching the tv remote. "wanna order takeout, cherry? i'm think craving chinese."

"t— takeout? seriously? i'm practically naked on your bed."

"oh," he hums, suddenly engrossed in the national geographic channel. "are you? didn't even notice."

your eyes, suspiciously, glance to the obvious bulge in his pants. "you didn't notice, but your dick did?"

"she's got a mind of her own," satoru mumbles defensively.

"hm, does she?" he doesn't answer, but his flushed face does. "this cost money, you know. could at least look at it? i bought it for the occasion."

his eyes flicker your way for a split second before snapping back to the screen. "the occasion being?"

"you finally growing a pair and having sex with me."

"it's not about 'having the balls'," he corrects, "it's about patience."

"you're the resident man-whore. what do you know about patience?"

"pfft. i know enough, cherry."

"just look! i'm all hot and practically shirtless. is your dick broken from all your other hoes?"

"no! my dick is perfectly fine. i'm trying to be a good guy here. don't girls like that?"

you throw your hands up, "this girl would like her situation-ship to fuck her already. actually, not even a situation-ship, because there's no situation!"

satoru sighs, finally turning his full attention to you. "you look incredibly sexy. like, really incredibly sexy. but if i look at you for more than thirty seconds, i'm going to cave."

"twenty more seconds, then. you got this."

"cherry."

it's weary, his tone. you frown, crossing your arms. fine. whatever. you're officially throwing in the towel.

"i need to shower," satoru mutters, his gaze dropping to his lap.

you perk up, "can i join?"

"no."