#the challenger deep

[waiting-on-mars]

Kinda wild that one of the men who descended into the Mariana Trench to reach The Challenger Deep, the deepest point of the ocean, was named Jacques Piccard! Boldly going where no one has gone before!

[tampire]

Seymour and Ursula being the most hated storyline bosses of Final Fantasy X and Kingdom Hearts

[venusaur-propaganda]

Drawing Venusaur with every Pokemon pt. Dhelmise

[myiliterallyhavenolifegoals]

I think if they ever reboot ds9 (🤢) whoever plays Julian needs to be brought to Andy Robinson like a peasant before a king for him to deliver a verdict on if this new guy is hot enough.

[simulation-error]

Tomorrow in Hong-Kong ☕

[buckleyy]

there are two gay wolves inside you or whatever it is they say

[stewykablooey]

[serafilms]

the golden quartet

art donaldson x reader, slight tashi duncan x reader, slight patrick zweig x reader, wc: 2k

author’s note: basically just a way less toxic (?) version of the movie with the reader inserted. they’re all still incredibly codependent and tashi/reader are very much in love and art/patrick are very much in love and art/tashi have their own kind of friendship/relationship and so do patrick/reader, but really patrick and tashi are one couple, art and reader are another couple, but like they would all live together and probably sleep in the same bed hypothetically. but in a healthy way. i like to imagine a world where they’re all codependent but skip all the “villain” allegations in their mess, and it’s just a beautiful unspoken symphony of love and four-way fidelity and infidelity. will probably write more in this universe.

part two here

“Tashi, stop it.”

Tashi stops and her eyes lock in on you, racket dropping to her side. “Stop what?”

You watch the way she bounces the ball a few times and don’t miss the way her gaze keeps flitting to your hand.

“Stop analysing me.”

She lifts a shoulder in a shrug, and doesn’t break your gaze. “It’s my job to analyse the opponent so I know how to win the game.”

“Yeah, but you’re not looking at me like an opponent.” Your lips purse. “You’re looking at me like you’re trying to calculate how to get me back on the court.”

“You’re on the court right now, aren’t you?”

“You know what I mean, Tashi.” Your racket falls to the court exasperatedly and you manage a step towards the net. “It’s over for me, I’m done playing tennis and I’m okay with that, but I’m not sure that you are.”

There’s just a tiny quiver in her eyes before her gaze steels itself again and she nods. “Fine. I get it.”

She tosses you the ball. “Just help me train.”

You watch as Tashi gets into position, and pick up your racket slowly. Maybe you shouldn’t have snapped at her. You so rarely do, but you’ve closed the door on that chapter of your life now, and you’re sick of her trying to pry it open. You don’t want possibilities of what you could have had. You don’t want to put in more years just to watch yourself fail at something you never really liked in the first place.

There’s a dull ache in your chest as you serve the ball.

Tashi Duncan has been your best friend for five years. For the life of you, you can’t remember the details of the tournament you were at, but you had a game against her. It was electrifying. You’d never played tennis like that before. It felt like you’d never known what it was like to breathe before Tashi Duncan. She basically crushed you, but you managed to get in a good few points, had the audience and line judges on the edge of their seats, and at the end of it, when you shook her hand, you felt like you’d just discovered a missing limb.

She found you afterwards in the stands and sat with you to spectate the next few matches. And hadn’t let you go since. You couldn’t imagine a life without Tashi. She was there for your first boyfriend, she was there when you broke up with him, she was there when you failed a class and your parents threatened to pull you out of tennis, and she was there when your wrist shattered and you quit.

Tashi never really understood why it was so easy for you to walk away. “You’re one of the best,” “You have so much potential,” “You can learn to play with your other hand.”

She never seemed to hear you when you said you didn’t want to play anymore. She’d look at you, with her piercing gaze then look away and move on. But the conversation was never over. It was like you didn’t exist to her without tennis, like it was your one achievement, and she couldn’t gauge who you were without it.

You suppose you were flattered, touched even, that she cared so much about you, in her own weird way.

Tashi looks at you questioningly when you lower your racket. You smile, “You should rest up. Your drills are perfect. You’re gonna crush her tomorrow.”

She takes a look at her watch, then nods. You can tell she wants to stay longer, but there’s really no reason to. Especially when you can feel her itching for a real match. That you can’t give her.

You bump her shoulder as the two of you walk out. “Wanna grab some donuts?”

The unimpressed face she gives you makes you laugh. “Come on, we can get you one of those healthy ones. The gluten-free, vegan bullshit.”

“Sounds delicious,” she drawls, but makes no further comments. You grin. A success.

She says nothing as you swing your borderline crippled arm over her shoulder, but you feel her muscles underneath relax just a little bit.

The following day brings a new round of pretentious young assholes on the court. Some of them eye you up as you make your way into the bleachers, whispering to each other. A girl comes up to you and asks for a picture. You’re a little surprised, and feel a little blindsided, but you suppose it’s only been a year since your injury. And well, considering where you are right now, it sure does seem to the rest of the world like you’re not fully done with tennis.

“Yeah, no problem,” you say with a smile.

The girl takes the picture, thanks you profusely then leaves, and you make your way up to the bleachers, and find a nice spot in the middle. Tashi liked you to be right in the middle of the game so you could watch her and her opponent. You wonder if she’s secretly preparing you to become an umpire.

There’s a flurry of whispers all too close to you, and then there’s a shadow blocking the sun to your left.

Two boys stand facing you, staring at you with their mouths slightly agape. You can’t help the amused smile that splits your face.

“Can I help you?”

The brunet snaps back into reality first. “Sorry, we were just— are you Y/N L/N?”

“Yeah, I am,” you say, eyes flitting between the two. They’re cute. Really cute.

The blond shakes his head slightly, like he’s coming out of a trance, and says, “Sorry, this is just the first time we’ve seen or heard about you since….you know.”

He winces, and his head ducks a little like a scolded puppy. “Sorry to hear about that, by the way.”

You let out a laugh that seems to catch his attention again. His friend jabs him in the side with his elbow. “Oh, don’t worry about it, seriously. It’s been a year, I’m over it.”

“Huh,” he says, nodding a little absently. He glances to the brunet, who’s just grinning at him. “Um, by the way, we’re—“

“Art Donaldson and Patrick Zweig, right?”

The blond, Art, looks a little speechless.

Patrick chimes in. “Yeah, that’s us.”

“I watched your game just before. That was quite some victory celebration.”

The way Art’s ears turn red makes you happier than you’d like to admit. There’s a little flip in your stomach as he fumbles, “Yeah, well…”

There’s a flurry of movement as Patrick puts his arm around Art’s neck and pulls him impossibly close in a one armed hug. “Social conduct’s not gonna get in the way of me celebrating with my boy.”

The blond leans away and fights to get Patrick off him, and you smile as you watch. “Don’t worry, it was cute. Plus, I get it. We’re sort of the same way sometimes when it comes to victories. I mean, not the same, but you know.”

That seems to catch Patrick’s attention. “By we, do you mean you and—“

“Tashi Duncan!”

The announcement rings loud and clear through the speakers as she walks onto the court.

It’s almost comical the way Patrick’s jaw goes slack and he slumps onto the seat behind him.

You watch as Tashi waves at her screaming fans, shoots her winning smiles and makes her way to her side. She catches your gaze for a moment and you nod. She looks away and begins to stretch, but you’re not bothered. She knows you’re here, and that’s all you need. Can’t try and take Tashi Duncan out of the zone.

As you sit down, you’re a little surprised to find Art mirroring the action, still looking at you. “So, you’re best friends with Tashi Duncan?”

You nod. “Since we were like, thirteen.”

“Oh wow,” his eyes widen and you can’t help but think how impossibly cute he looks, “that’s almost how long Patrick and I have been friends.”

“Really? Oh, wow.” There’s a beat of silence, just long enough for you to catch each other’s eye and look away with awkward giggles.

Luckily, that’s when the match starts. And your focus locks in.

“COME ON!” Tashi’s scream is palpable in the air.

It feels like the wind has been knocked out of you. You’ve heard it a million times before, but it never fails to strike you.

There’s something akin to awe in Patrick’s eyes. Art looks like he’s in disbelief.

You can’t help but agree with their faces.

“So, are you guys coming to the party tonight?”

Patrick’s eyes flit away from Tashi’s to look at you. “Yeah, we were just talking about earlier. Art was saying how excited he was. He just loves parties.”

You can’t quite decipher the smirk on his face, but he looks like the kind of guy who’s never up to any good, so you turn to Art expectantly.

His eyes meet yours and your stomach does another little flip as he says, “Yeah, I’ll— we’ll be there.”

“Cool,” you reply. “I’ll see you guys later, then.”

You manage one quick glance back as you walk away, and see Patrick grinning and shaking Art’s shoulders. A smile plays at the corner of your lips and you leave.

Tashi finds you at your agreed-upon meeting spot, and wastes no time in grabbing your hand. “Come on.”

“Don’t you need to take pictures with your trophy?”

“Got a few, they’ll take more at the Adidas party. We’ve got to get ready.”

There’s a warm feeling like sunlight dancing in your chest as you let her drag you away.

The party is in full swing by the time you finally spot Art Donaldson and Patrick Zweig lurking in the corner of the yard.

You’d just stepped off the dance floor for a moment, telling Tashi you were going to get another drink. The two boys seem to be arguing about something, but as you close the distance, you can see that they’re grinning too.

“Hey,” you greet the two. Their heads turn towards you in unison and they both stand up straight.

“Hi,” they chorus.

You take a sip of your drink as your eyes flit between the two. “So….what are you guys doing all the way over here?”

“You know,” Art says dryly. “Just enjoying the ambience.”

(Cute and funny. Man, you’re screwed).

“It’s a lot less creepy if you actually talk to her instead of just staring at her.” Your words are directed at Patrick, whose eyebrows shoot up. A smirk falls on his face. His charm instantly covers up the awkwardness.

Art barks out a laugh. (It’s a sound you wish you could inscribe in your mind).

“What makes you think I’m here for her?” Patrick smirks, looking you up and down. It’s so clearly a deflection, but it feels so natural that you can’t help but smile, and you feel your cheeks warm just a tad.

You glance back at the dance floor, and see Tashi excuse herself, glancing at you as she goes for her drink. You reach over to pat him on the shoulder. “Come on, I’ll help you out.”

As you turn on your heel and walk towards Tashi, you hear a slap behind you and an, “Ow!”

“Tashi!” The smile in your voice is audible as she looks up.

“Hey,” she smiles back.

Then, her head tilts to the side and she looks at the boys. “Hi.”

“Hi,” they both say.

There’s a quiet moment in which you all exchange looks, a twinkle in each of your eyes. You can almost feel a spark of something in the air, and suddenly you’re thirteen years old again, meeting Tashi for the first time. Like another puzzle piece has finally fallen into place.

You feel your chest warm. If only you knew what your life was about to become.

[reunitedinterlude]

countdown to phil’s 38th bday - a year in review [21/30]

scandalous 💅

[spearxwind]

I might as well share this, here's a new design for Hades that I've been cooking up!!! I'm so happy with this one genuinely, I've been having trouble with him for so long but this truly feels like the exact vibe I wanted to convey with him

[minnie-cai]

having soft sex with art for the first time and be starts crying?

but not dacryphilia or because he’s in pain or sad. he’s crying happy tears. because he’s just so overwhelmed by the affection and the attention and how gently you touch him and he suddenly realizes that he’s just extremely grateful to have you.

that’s why he was crying, emotions just bubbled up and one thing led to another and as he was slowly moving his hips, his cock smoothly pushing into you, you realize that the groans coming from his mouth as he’s hiding his face into the crook of your neck, have turned into whines and whimpers and when you hear a sniffle, that’s your last straw.

you hum, whispering his name as you place your hands on either sides of his head.

“…look at me, please?”

you murmur and he meets your eye. soft bloodshot gaze looking desperate but more alive than ever. he blubbers and he sobs and he mumbles little apologies as you try to speak to him.

“art, stop. i just want to know if you’re okay. what happened?” you say and he responds in a muffled, raspy voice, his words cracking. “i’m okay… i love you so much… i don’t- i don’t know why, i just felt like crying. i’m sorry.”

[doctorsiren]

I love you Jhes, I don’t care if me in 2018 reading your page and thinking you were an axolotl creature was a misunderstanding on my part. I’m keeping that headcanon / design since we know so little <3

[roselock22]

Maybe in another timeline.

Here's a comic I did for Sora/Jordana for the @ninjago-valentine-exchange !

[starlinggirll]

Divorced!Art x reader - finding her at a party with a date 👀

divorced!art finding reader at a party...with a date?!

patrick was insistent on taking him out the club, something about, "you need to get laid then you'll stop thinking about her so much". art thought otherwise, physically cringing at the thought of another woman touching him the way you touched him.

you were obviously thinking other wise tho. that's when your date comes into the picture, one of the dad of the twins soccer team had asked u out while the twins were with you mom.

he's a relatively good date, a gentleman, manly just how you like him. but you catch yourself comparing him to art, from how he talks to how he touches you.

you're out in the dance floor, lights flashing, dress hugging your body tightly while the man dances along with you. them your bump into someone. "im so sorr-" "oh hey!" you flinch slightly at the familiar voice. patrick. "whatcha doing here?" he asks casually, getting infront of you so you dont notice art standing beside him. but you notice, you were with the man for 10 years dammit, you could recognize him anywhere.

his gaze is set on you, eyes trailing up and down at body till they finally go to the man beside you. "i-im here for a date." you say to patrick over the booming music but you eyes never leave art.

"really?" patrick says, sighing before shaking hands with your date. they both greet eachother, and while they do that art grabs your arm and drags you to the restroom. "if i knew you were coming i wouldn't of come here i swear-" he pins you the wall of the restroom, chest heaving. you immediately recognize the look of jealousy in his eyes.

"moving on already?" he asks condensingly, one hand beside your head while the other one cups your jaw. "he isnt half the ma-" "shut up." you cut him off. "whatever i do in my business is none of your business." he sighs before squeezing your jaw softly. "he's not even that tall." he mumbles much more softly. okay, that tone is something you can deal with. not the hostile side of him. "jealous?" you mumble, hand wrapping around his wrist.

"me? never." he chuckles, leaning in. "but c'mon. you can do so much better than that." you dont answer, instead you kiss him. its an impulsive action, but the tension was too much for both of you.

a kiss turns into a heated makeout session, his hands gripping your ass from the material of your dress, your arms wrapping around his neck. everything has to come to an end tho. a vibration from art's phone interrupts the whole mood.

"dude hurry up," it's a text from patrick. "the dude keeps asking about her, i dont know much more i can distract him."

art sighs against your lips, leaving one last smooch against your forehead before pulling away. "ill see you later tonight, okay?" he mumbles to your ear while unwrinkling your dress. "tonight? how are you eve-" "sh." he places a finger over your swollen lips. "ill see you tonight."

and with that, he gives your ass one last squeeze before ushering you out of the restroom.

[finifugue]

Listen I know in my head that the Lando puppy interview is mostly because of the PR success Leo Leclerc has had so now every team is on a pet thing but I do think it's HILARIOUS that McLaren went 'oh fuck everyone's saying our driver is severely mentally ill what are we gonna do? I know, let's make him play with puppies!'

[vakariaan]

ultimate ships challenge - [2/5] we could have had it all ships

Daryl/Beth  »  The Walking Dead

You're gonna miss me so bad when I'm gone, Daryl Dixon.