#this boy is so patient

[bananas-mode]

I know this scene has been redrawn a million times over but I had to

[chocolatecatcupcakecheese]

Lord Enver Gortash is rocking the fucking lesbian manicure who the hell is he fingering

[cry-ptidd]

"And she had brown eyes like a lamb, innocent and golden"

[yeyayeya]

QUEEN YUSHI HUANG WE FINALLY GOT AN ILLUSTRATION OF HER SHE IS SO BEAUTIFUL!!!!!(back off Pei Ming its my turn)

And He Xuan????? Omg he looks fucking amazing (he even got matching couple tattoos with Qingxuan look at them they’re so cute 🥰)

I need the short film and Season 3 SO BAD

[i-want-men-i-cant-have]

just finished xo, kitty and am waiting for Min Ho fanfics

[erinwantstowrite]

unfortunately for peter he's sooner or later going to contract the batfamily curse without hope of recovery (being bisexual)

he has no idea what's coming for him 😔 he'll figure it out slowly and painfully for everyone involved

[moeblob]

A lil guy !

[opikiquu]

goobly goob gooberton

[transrevolutions]

expanding on my previous post actually every single oiar employee (including lena) is autistic they all just have different and clashing presentations. that "weird interview" celia and sam were discussing in episode 6? yeah that was just lena attempting to give a poorly-disguised diagnostic test.

[those-rainbow-ninjas]

sometimes i forget i can literally post whatever the fuck i want even if its not of my three main fandom interests or whatever. my brain keeps telling me “ok you can only post ninjago or tmnt or sonic or mlp and never anything else or you will Die” ? no. i lost my train of thought. oh you follow tumblr user those-rainbow-ninjas? well then WEBTOON FANART BLAST

[baylardian-1]

some Super PMD doodles mostly involving my hero OC Francis and Pancham. :)

kinda fell in love with the idea that Pancham worries about Fran after she loses her partner, and checks in on her a lot to see if she's doing okay. think they'd lowkey become an item during that time and when Aukai (partner) finally comes back he's like :( when Fran breaks the news to him that she's dating the kid who bullied him lmao

[systemonyx]

What if Mu Qingfang just goes feral one day?

Like he's just done with everyone's bs.

YQY and his weird complex for SQQ/SJ? Yep

LQG being LQG? Check

And all the other antics of all of his martial siblings too

At this point cumplane is probably completely feral and unhinged too, and seeing MQF on the verge of committing murder, the two little shits decide to enable it.

Like, they fully encourage him to join them and go apeshit, because why not

I feel like this would be crack, probably very ooc for MQF, SQH and SY/SQQ, but then again, the two deserve it

Even better if SJ and SY are twins/brothers (maybe SJ can be the younger brother that has to keep his older brother on a leash, otherwise the other will go commit warcrimes for fun (or more like just running off towards all types of unhinged monsters))

MQF, SY and SQH are a force to be feared and reckoned with

[danandfuckingjonlmao]

we don’t talk about how gay edwin and charles are in the comics enough like what do you MEAN they just walk around holding hands what am i supposed to do with that

[scarlet-passion]

imagine you being so romantic, the amount of love and devotion you would give to your partner. the effort, time, and space you'd provide them. only to be so fucking terrified when someone good actually comes by. to show you what love truly is like. how gentle, caring, and most importantly how patient it can be. all because you've learned how fleeting those moments of happiness, safety, and peace are. you believe things are too good to be true, so the urge to self-sabotage something that's obviously so good to you, because your mind can't handle being cared and loved in the way your heart truly yearns for.

[try-set-me-on-fire]

Ok well i had the brief thought “what about an ER nurse Eddie au?” and then this popped fully formed into existence so fuck it Friday pt 2.. warnings for smoking and vague references to critically injured kids

“That doesn’t seem very healthy.”

Smoke curls up from the cigarette held loosely in Eddie’s hand. “It’s not, particularly.”

Buck’s hands are in his pockets as he strolls away from the glass doors out into the ambulance bay where Eddie is doing the mature, professional equivalent of playing hide and seek. He comes to a stop barely a foot or two away from where Eddie leans against grimy concrete. “Didn’t know you were a smoker.”

“I’m not,” Eddie sighs, “Particularly.” He looks over Buck’s face as he takes a drag, cataloging bruises and cuts. He hadn’t been the one to look him over before he was discharged, probably because he was out here avoiding having to do so. “Only when it’s- only after the bad shifts.” And only once a month, even if the bad shifts come again and again. He bought this pack in January, it’s stale as shit.

Buck’s eyes follow the smoke as it drifts skyward. “Rough one today?”

Eddie thinks he probably doesn’t have to explain to Buck that it’s sometimes better when a kid is dead on arrival so he doesn’t have to try his best to administer care he knows will be useless. He doesn’t have to explain a day where nothing goes right and he loses more people than he can save and he still has to walk away from someone’s parent or wife or sister, left behind forever in a waiting room on the worst day of their life, and go on to lose the next person too. Doesn’t have to explain why he’s out here, and not in there. “Mm. We’ve got this repeat customer, always hate to have him back.”

Buck’s eyes flick to his face before they settle somewhere around his elbow. “Yeah?”

“Yeah. He seems like a nice guy. I worry about him. He’s here too often.”

Buck doesn’t look up. “What was he in for this time?”

“Minor concussion. Bruising. Lacerations.” Eddie sucks cancer into his lungs. “Heard a house fell on him.” Exhales it into the night.

Buck does look up this time, eyes a darker blue out here in the shadows. “Part of a house. Just a staircase and the- like, the balcony, really.”

“Maybe he should stay away from those.”

“From houses?” Buck asks, half his mouth twitching into a smile.

Eddie rests his head on the wall behind him. “Guess that’s not really practical.”

“No.” Buck is quiet for a moment, one hand slipping out of his pocket and running through his hair. Eddie wonders what he looks like, when he’s not here. He’s more styled, sometimes, when things aren’t very bad. He wonders if he’s usually all gelled up and neat. Eddie kind of likes the loose curls. “I’m sorry.”

“For what?”

“Making your day worse.” Buck looks genuinely apologetic, and Eddie shakes his head.

“The guy made it out okay this time.” Buck is just close enough that Eddie can kick at his boot with his sensible orthopedic sneaker. “You didn’t even need stitches.”

“That’s good.” Eddie’s left foot is pressed along the inside of Buck’s right, and Buck is staring down at them. “His favorite nurse was on break. I would have missed you if someone else had to do them.”

Eddie laughs, just a few bursts of soundless oxygen. “You gotta find new ways to see me before something happens that I can’t fix.”

Buck moves, taking the few steps necessary to lean against the wall beside him. Carefully, he takes the cigarette from Eddie’s hand, holds it between two of his own fingers, and takes a drag. Eddie watches it happen like he’s monitoring somebody’s pulse ox, and when Buck coughs he laughs again, louder this time. “Fuck,” Buck says, laughing too. “Thought that would be cooler than it was.”

“Smoking isn’t cool, firefighter Buckley,” Eddie says, taking the cigarette back and pulling from it again between smiling lips.

“Hm,” Buck says, grinning out into the night. Then he sighs, and rolls his head along the concrete to look at Eddie. “I think there’s nothing you can’t fix.”

They’re very close. “There’s lots I can’t fix.”

Buck shrugs like he disagrees. “I also think I’d like to find other ways to see you.”

Buck’s eyes are even more in shadow at this angle, and they’re the color of the lake back in El Paso that he and a bunch of kids went to after graduation, drunk off beer somebody’s cousin got for them, skinny dipping with breathless terrified delight under bright constellations. “Then ask me.”

Buck inhales as Eddie exhales. “What time’s your shift end?”

“5:30 AM. So, probably 6:15.”

Buck traces the two fingers he’d used to hold the cigarette down Eddie’s arm. “You wanna get breakfast with me?”

“Yes. I would.”

Buck smiles, and Eddie snubs out the cigarette on the wall between them. “I’ll meet you here?”

“Alright.” He takes a step forward, then a step to the right so he’s standing in front of Buck. “Two hours.”

“Uh huh.”

He should really get back inside. They’re understaffed, as always, and there are too many patients, as always, and not enough beds, as always. “See you then.” He doesn’t make any move to leave.

“See you then,” Buck almost whispers. He leans forward, and Eddie still doesn’t move, so he presses a tiny kiss to the corner of his mouth for just a moment. His lips are warm. Eddie hadn’t noticed it was cold outside.

Buck pulls back and leans against the wall again. Eddie smiles, puts a hand in his pocket, and walks back toward the doors.

[woellow]

"Kim, baby~" 

a sketch based on chapter 14 of DUCKLINGS THAT DROWN by @thegrimreaperisanerd

(you should all read this fic, it is insanely good)