#they straight up nerfed him

[marshiuiui]

Hes shining like a full moon if the full moon had tnt thrown at it

[rynli]

went looking at my og comics for the novel (like 7 years ago) and I was no-homoing verno and ru SO hard?? they call each other brother/friend constantly????? helppp

[nightseeye]

COIL IS SO FUN AAAAA

I like his 3 movesets thing he has going on even if its confusing as hell and swapping can b a major pain in the ass at times,,, STILL SUPER COOL THO!!!!!

[tru-daddy]

womp womp now dante is half as good at his job and the people complaining about overguard messing with their abilities are still going to complain because they still have oveguard 😔

in conclusion:

[musclesandhammering]

Yea pathetic wet puppy cas from later seasons is fine I guess, but grumpy surly I’m-Milky-Way-years-old-and-tired castiel from seasons 4-6 will always be superior.

“What the hell?”

“Guess again.”

“If you needed our help, why didn’t you just ask?”

“Because whatever I ask, you seem to do the exact opposite.”

I’ll say it again, season 4 Cas is UNMATCHED

[siofra-river]

Looking at comments under PCR theme and it’s just like . Wow I’m glad someone had fun with this fight 😂😅

[flatstarcarcosa]

"I mean, we've seen it, so we know it's here and now it knows we're here, and I get the feeling it's watching us," says Reese, voice low and eyes high up towards the ceiling. "But there's something about it that just feels wrong. Something that kicks off a warning deep in the back of my brain, something that's screaming... that this is what we used to be afraid of in the dark." Vader hums. "Nonsense," he says, "I am the only thing you should be afraid of in the dark." Reese rolls their eyes, falling a few steps behind while taking the hint to let him lead. "And yet here we both are, and so are the lights."

[ameliorationofamelia]

My pitch to make f1 more interesting is that every team gets Adrian Newey for a month out of the year

[illdothehotvoice]

I'm healing and becoming more accepting <- [read a fic where Sans remembers timelines]

[lvicevlk]

#mysterious lotus casebook#di feisheng#li lianhua#di feisheng x li lianhua#yessssssss#ALL OF THIS#the way dfs is just absolutely ride or die for llh at this point just breaks me every time#the way once he wraps up everything from his past he's like 'GREAT. TIME TO DEVOTE MYSELF WHOLLY AND COMPLETELY TO LLH'#just... PLEASE#TT^TT#i CAN'T#and llh absolutely from the first time dfs appears to side with shan gudao is just '...he must have another reason. that can't be real.'#they just know each other SO WELL and it breaks my entire heart#and when dfs finishes wrecking di fortress the FIRST THING on his mind is 'ok let's fine llh.'#and LET'S NOT TALK ABOUT when llh and fdb get to di fortress and find it totally wrecked#the FIRST FUCKING THING out of llh's mouth is: 'now that he solved this why didn't he show up and look for me? 🥺🥺🥺'#HE KNOWS#AND I'M NEVER GOING TO BE OVER IT#(bonus: and then fdb immediately says 'maybe he's injured??)#LIKE THAT'S THE ONLY REASON HE COULD POSSIBLY NOT HAVE COME STRAIGHT TO LLH; IF HE _COULDN'T_.#*sobs aggressively*#queue you hear the people sing? (via @eirenical)

Ngl, I have to hand it to Di Feisheng for trying so hard and coming so damn close to solving every single problem Li Lianhua has. Steal the evil box. Make it useless and avert the coup by killing off all the bugs with the evil-bug-killing salt. Steal the Styx flower from Shan Gudao and use it to save LLH. He literally had one mission after wrecking Di Manor and it was to fix everything for Li Lianhua. And Li Lianhua!!! Who is still not convinced Di Feisheng has chosen to side with Shan Gudao or has any evil motives, despite being on opposite sides of a hostage situation just hours ago!! They're so hopeless they're making me SICK

[alchemistc]

Married In Vegas Interlude: The Patio

Part One

Part Two

Part Three

"I miss you," Evan says, strain in his voice, around his eyes. "I went out with a guy the other night and he said movies are for the weak-minded."

Evan always fell asleep halfway through movies. Not enough stimulation, so Tommy had started massaging his leg, tossing a nerf ball back and forth, asking Evan to paint his toenails. He's got a knitting for beginners kit sitting at the bottom of his mud room ottoman because that had been his next attempt to keep him entertained enough to make it through a single theater run-time Lord of the Rings.

"I hired a Taskrabbit to box up all your things because every time I saw them I wanted to call you," Tommy admits.

"Even the -?"

"That too," Tommy interrupts, and Evan scowls.

"You always do that."

"Anticipate what you're doing to say?"

"Never let me finish."

Tommy can't help himself: "I don't recall that ever being a problem." The first time Tommy had found his prostate he'd made noise like a dying cow and Tommy had been worried his neighbors would call the cops and a station they both knew would show up just in time for Tommy to drown in a puddle of Evan's cum.

Evan kicks at his leg. "We never talked about the things we did that irritated each other."

Tommy gets both calves wrapped around the offending ankle and holds them in place, hovering above the cheap and patchy artificial turf.

"Like you always pretending you couldn't overpower me if you tried?" he asks, and Evan bends his knees and hooks his toe and if Tommy didn't let the hold go they'd both end up in the ER tonight.

"Like turning the thermostat in the loft down every night when you snuck down for water after you thought I was passed out."

"You have fifty blankets within arms reach up there," Tommy argues, and something satisfied sparks behind Evan's eyes. Was he not supposed to cop to that?

"You flirt with my barista every time you wake up early to buy me coffee at the cafe downstairs," Evan says.

"Tawny is basically my barista at this point, she never saw you." It's been six months. Tawny is definitely not his barista, anymore

"Maybe I wanna be the one who wakes up early and treats you, every once in a while." Which makes Tommy snort, and tip his beer against his lips to drain the rest before he digs in the bucket for another.

"You're the biggest pillow princess I've ever met," he snaps, and then amends his statement. "That isn't one of the irritations," he says, softer. When he drops his free hand on the table, Evan snatches at it, fingers stretching over the back of it before twisting Tommy's wrist to reveal his palm. He does that thing that always made Tommy a little boneless: fingernails snagging on Tommy's calluses as he traces the patterns on his palm, up the lengths of his fingers. "I like taking care of people. You. I like taking care of you."

He curls his fingers in to catch his movements on a downward drag, slides them into the empty spaces between Evan's and presses their palms together. It's silent. Tommy feels heated, and he's not sure he can blame the three straight whiskeys he'd pounded back when he'd caught sight of the breadth of Evan's back, assumed it was a stranger, and thought to himself: I deserve to be haunted by this ghost.

"Can we please talk, Tommy? For real?"

Tommy pulls another beer from his bucket and passes it off to Evan. "I miss you too, Evan."

Evan drags his chair half an inch closer and beams.

[januaryembrs]

HOT UNDER THE HELMET | Poe Dameron x Mechanic!Reader

Request: Hi, would you mind writing for Poe Dameron where Poe accidentally injures the reader (whose a mechanic), which is how they meet for the first time. And would you mind using the dialogue prompt “Oh, oh my god! It was an accident! I’m so sorry!”? 

Description: Poe finds out the hard way the best mechanic in the resistance is also most beautiful woman he’s ever seen; too bad you’re so hot headed. 

word count: 1.5k

trigger warnings: sexism, fire, women in stem facing problems even in space (because ofcourse they do).

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As much as you would love to admit times of war made people more benevolent towards each other, you’d be dead wrong. Not only had you been one of the only females in the resistance who knew her way around a wrench, but as it also turned out, not even the risk of dying could pull a males head out of his arse. 

You heard snickering before you saw them. The other three mechanics in your squadron crowded around a starfighter, laughing to themselves as they watched you tinker with a leaky engine, your body strewn across a lying board as you worked above yourself, your tools against your foot. 

Rolling out from underneath the ship, you paid them no mind as you searched for a screwdriver small enough to fit the flathead you needed removing. Scanning your work area, that you were proud to say you kept much neater than the blaster brained males you shared a space with, your brow furrowed when you saw your equipment nowhere to be seen. 

“Looking for something?” You heard Zagg, one of the males, say, and you felt a rage boil up inside you at the smug look on their faces as you regarded them with a sweaty, pissed off expression. 

“Where’d you boneheads put it?” You snapped, hauling yourself to your feet as you approached them hotly, your scowl only growing as they burst out laughing, “Real mature. The galaxy is going to bantha fodder, and you guys are hiding my tools,”

“You know, if you need help from someone who knows what they’re doing, you could just ask,” The tallest of the trio, Bran, goaded you, a smarmy smile on his face as he watched your cheeks puff with exhaustion, whirling around to charge up to him, no matter if you did have to turn your neck upwards to confront the pig of a male. 

“Why don’t you pick on someone your own size, instead of going after little girls who make you look like rookies,” You hissed, eying up the other two who seemed to exchange a sneer, “Leia chose me herself, handpicked me from the academy. You three nerf herders got through on sheer size alone, and it’s obvious you feel the need to compensate everywhere else possible,” 

You sauntered away, back towards the rear of the workshop where spare apparatus was kept, banging around the drawers with a foul mood, muttering about how useless the opposite sex was in times of crisis. 

As if he had heard the call of a siren, Poe strolled into the hangar, fully suited with his helmet under his arm, an all too cheery smile on his face for the belly of the beast he was unknowingly heading straight for. 

Catching the eye of one of the mechanics, a freakishly tall man that seemed to be chatting to the other two as they stood around an X-wing with a huge hole ripped into the body of it, he watched the worker drop his bitter face and regard him with raised eyebrows when he saw the chirpy pilot approach.

“General,” He nodded respectfully, though there was not a single trace of regard on his face. “You’ve come for your ship?”

“Leia said you had your best guy on it?” He said, almost missing the way the three of them nodded hesitantly, “She said it should be ready today,”

“Right this way, General Dameron,” The shorter, beefy one said, leading him away to a pristine looking starfighter, by far in the best shape he could see it being without it being brand new. He thought he caught a snigger behind him as the mechanic, whose oiled badge read as Kripply, took him over to the ship, “Why don’t you give her a whirl? As you said, we had our very best on the case,” 

Poe looked at him with an odd mix of a smile and wariness as he couldn’t miss the devilish excitement the man looked at him with. Had he sat in paint again, he wondered. Finn had had a field day walking him around the entire compound with two white ass cheek marks on his suit, he wouldn’t put it past his co-pilot to try his luck again seeing as Poe had been the one to win at cards last night and had not so graciously rubbed his credits in the man’s face. 

“Sure, let’s give this baby a whirl,” He said after a moment, his hair falling all over the place as he shoved his helmet over his thick, sable locks. 

Maybe he had a case of bedhead, he wondered. Afterall, he’d not exactly been sober as he’d stumbled back to his room last night, his winnings buying him round after round of smuggled Corellian Whiskey. 

He hopped up onto the wing, yanking himself into the cockpit that had been cleaned thoroughly, and he didn’t know why he ever doubted his repair team if this was the condition they left their vehicles in. The engine hummed to life as he flicked the tiny lever, and he couldn’t help but appreciate the oddly floral smell inside the small flight deck, and he wondered if they had gone so far as to spray freshener in there. 

You had found a spare tightener that would fit the screw, the last thing that needed fastening up before the engine should be good to run, Leia’s general would be by any second now. 

Rolling back under the vehicle, you tuned out the way Zagg cackled over the sound of an engine springing to life, you assumed their own, focusing on the tiny panel you had yet to cover the machinery with to protect the pilot from any stray blaster fire cutting the engine. 

But no sooner had you settled on your back beneath the jet, your hand reaching up for the metal sheet, you heard the familiar rumble of oil being fired through the motor, the drums whirling as the ignition started and a short blast of heat hit you in the face. 

You blanched as you knew that meant, knew what would come shooting out any second now. Heat always got kicked out of the engine first, the left over energy dishcharged out of the bottom grate. Because then came the fire as it sprung to life.

Your hand came up before you could think through what you were doing, the hard work you were unravelling in the interest of keeping your face intact, your brain from turning to crispy mush, as you yanked the oil pipe from where you’d connected it to the drum, the thick black liquid pouring over your entire body as you stumbled from out beneath the plane, just incase your plan hadn’t worked. 

You heard the engine cut, the sound of the cockpit sliding open as someone cursed from above, and you were filled with a new wave of rage as two feet jumped from the wing above you, turning to the three men who watched with entertained chuckles. 

“What happened, I thought you said-” Poe had started chewing out the males who didn’t seem to care all too much about the fact the jet had broken down, when he felt two hands shove him from behind, and he spun on his heel with annoyance. 

His face dropped entirely when he saw you, covered head to toe in a thick, gunky oil, your nostrils flaring as you glared at him with a heat he had yet to see from a woman before.

Usually women were so receptive to his charming good looks. Not this one it seemed. 

“What the kriff was that, man,”  You yelled, shoving his chest again with your slimy hands, and he quickly put it together what had been the problem. 

“What that me?” His brows flew into his hair line as you looked at him like he’d just learned there were stars in the sky, “Oh, maker! It was an accident! I’m so sorry!”  

“Oh he’s sorry. Thank goodness he’s sorry,” You threw your arms up, wiping the oil away from your eyes with slippy hands, and Poe had no idea what to say for the best. 

Though, he supposed telling you you were by far the prettiest woman he’d seen in moons was not the correct thing to go for, despite the fact it was the first thing he’d thought. 

“I’m a decorated pilot, I would never intentionally-” He spluttered, but you had already turned away, heading towards a small work bench where a bunch of old, dirty rags lay, supposedly for hands only. 

“You can decorate my ass, general. You’re waiting another week for that plane,” You seethed, barely regarding him over your shoulder. 

And he stood there, speechless, because what was he supposed to say. No one had ever spoken down to him like that, not since he’d grown into his good looks and had women falling at his feet to be near him. Certainly not since he’d become leader. 

You huffed past him, as he was rooted to the spot, jaw hung slack as you left the workshop, cursing him out clearly to yourself, and it was only then that he turned to the other three males who had watched him get his ass served to him with another round of sniggers. “Who in the maker was she?”

[craziertogether]

mike’s behavior shift & byler endgame confirmation

little yap moment (long rant):

just to start, i wanna say that i was a m*leven lover from s1-s2. given i was young asl, it was a wonderful ship for kids, but as i’ve grown and gotten more into analyses for media it has become clearer to me why my dislike of mike wheeler’s character despite my love for him originally, actually came from a lack of understanding.

so yeah, i truly think the moment i started developing my own byler agenda was in season 3. i had always known that will was queer, season 1 episode 1 with joyce and episode 4 with troy, it was just so clear to me. but i never saw it actually developing into a love story, i actually saw it as a little bit of queerbait when i saw the “crazy together” scene (ik crazy to say but i was also literally 11). but season 3, was like a huge smack in the face that oh mike is 100% the queer one WITH some kind of feelings towards will. i love how we as bylers joke about it? but truly will’s feelings for mike were so masked it’s insane to me.

back to my rant, i was a little caught off guard by mike’s CRAZY behavior switch from likable friend and leader to el’s personal make-out buddy and actual hater of his own best friends (mind you mike was always my favorite character originally, he was the protagonist that was a little unlikable but that’s my favorite kind of character). it wasn’t until my rewatch recently that i totally clicked for me again that mike was so in love with will, i can’t remember who mentioned it but mike inviting will to his house after el dumped him was absolutely unnecessary, lucas was needed but mike just had will there because of his genuine need for will to be there. rain fight outburst and post breakup crawling back to will was so clear that mike valued will on a level unbeknownst to anyone else around him. even beyond the el breakup, mike is lowkey such an ass to everyone else 😭. he needed to be guided by everyone else to apologize to el, lucas, and dustin. but will was like air to mike, he breathes will, the second he hurts will, he immediately crawls back to him because he knows at the minimum that will’s feelings are greater than his own arrogance.

and now season 4? there are so many wonderful analyses out there regarding mikes straight up queer behavior, but i really feel like this season is what fully converted me. btw i was still afraid of this possibility of queerbaiting, i had a strong feeling that maybe i was still reading into it too much but when will’s feeling were CONFIRMED in the first like minute, i knew in that moment that byler endgame was real. like i said above the way will’s queerness was clear to me was no shock, but seeing it be visually shown that he was IN LOVE with mike i was truly convinced in that moment that this was it, they were setting them up to be THE endgame couple. (ps i had NOT interacted with any byler content until very recently, i just had this instinct). and after now having read the analyses and rewatch the season again, i literally felt like my eyes were opened and like the show was spelling it out for us. the california plot line being the MOST boring without byler development, the fights and apologies, the heart to hearts, and van scene all just either fed my confirmation bias or proved to all audiences that this is what we need to be looking at. it is insane that season 4 has like 6 incredibly byler focused deep moments and there’s still byler doubt in my opinion. anyways yeah back to my original point the complete decline in mike’s character development the last two seasons completely confirmed it for me in my most recent rewatch. there was no reason to absolutely nerf his character like that, and if they do set up m*leven endgame, i actually will have lost respect for the duffers but also for my favorite character. but i have full faith that this show would not destroy everything it spent the last decade building up to.

TLDR: byler endgame is imminent and as a once byler skeptic and even m*levin fan, i cannot wait to see this story wrap up in season 5. i need the trailer, actually the whole season but the trailer will do for now.

[injvns]

nerf this! - a lee haechan smau

── rainbowsweetiepie42 (written part !)

as your phone lights up with a call from haechan (cute ow guy), it hits you that,

oh shit i actually have to talk to him

…

oh wait i need to pick up first

you're instantly greeted with the sound of rustling, "hello?"

"hi haechan!!"

"hey, so i actually wasn't really thinking and still haven't made an off-stream account," he admits "so you have to help me pick a new username."

you let out an over the top gasp, "wow, what an honor," after thinking for a bit you ask, "do you have a theme in mind?"

"great question.. um maybe something cute, so then no one will ever suspect it's me."

"what do you mean?"

"y'know, since i'm the epitome of masculinity" he says it like it's the most obvious thing in the world.

the laugh you let out comes straight from your diaphragm.

"what's so funny??" haechan presses, you can hear the smile in his voice.

"nothing! it was a laugh of agreement, promise!" you fight down the giggles that try to bubble up, "umm, how about something like.." you take a beat to consider your options, at this point you are truly trying to come up with something to embrace the cutie-ness, "maybe like.. rainbowsweetiepie42? 42 just feels like a cute number and you're literally rainbow dash but boy so.."

"excuse me, man first of all, but that actually sounds perfect!" you hear rapid typing through the phone before haechan begins again, "rainbowsweetiepie42 is officially the name and i am fully ready to ruin so many 3rd grader's days with you." the delighted tone that comes with that sentence is probably something that should concern you, but you'd be a liar if you said you weren't just as excited.

"yay! okay let me just go get a water bottle and then i'll join your lobby."

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notes: i was telling my friend today how i needed to check instagram to see if mark posted and he hadnt AND THEN I KEEP TALKING TO MY FRIEND, next time i check insta; onyourm_ark 18 mins ago...he wants me so bad its insane

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[solar-halos]

the umbrella academy already loved to treat diego with very limited dignity but i think the thing that single handedly contributed to s4’s downfall is when they decided that he did not know how to spell screw. “did you s-k-r-e-w my wife” will forever live in infamy bc he literally completed the same rigorous courses (academic and otherwise) as the rest of his siblings growing up there is no logical explanation to him fucking that up other than the writers just straight up nerfing him

[kymerauwu]

⚠️Spoiler Blue lock chapter 293 ⚠️

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I'm kinda disappointed.

Isagi scored the exact same goal as the one against U-20...

Meeeh

BORING ASS GOAL.

AND NESS??? LAST CHAPTER MY BOY SEEMED READY TO BREAK FREE FROM HIS KAISER OBSESSION AND FINALLY BE HIS OWN MAGIC.

BUT NO

HE STRAIGHT-UP HALLUCINATED KAISER OVER ISAGI AND PASSED TO "HIM" (Reo would so approve these life choices)

Idk, this match was **fantastic** for character development Kaiser backstory, Ness backstory, Kunigami looking like a fully oiled-up gladiator... wof wof

BUT THEN KANESHIRO JUST NERFED RIN

HE COULD'VE SCORED TWICE BUT INSTEAD HE STARTED BEING SCHIZOPHRENIC

Idk, is there something in the Blue Lock water? Does it make people hallucinate orrrr???

Ok, I just hope next chapter gives us the Rin vs. Isagi showdown, with Rin finally realizing that no matter what he's the best because he literally went 1v2 against Kaiser and Yoichi and he andle them perfectly (eheheh)

And I really hope we will get a Kaiser and Ness confrontation, my little puppy boy ness deserves everything