#those lightning bolts

[inheartofwinter]

Oh poor Dray 🤣

Is that a threat, Draco

[recurring-polynya]

Bleach Returns 2024 - Day 6 - In Another Life

Bleach Pilot, but it goes on long enough for Renji to show up and find out the his girlfriend captain's sister is now only three apples tall

[weskie]

His Chosen Pet (Albert Wesker x gn!Reader)

18+ | restraints, bdsm themes, edging, oral sex (wesker receiving) orgasm denial, biting, author isn't super knowledgeable about bdsm but tried his best | IMAGE SOURCE | Fic Directory

Prompt: Wesker owning a sex/bdsm club and occasionally strolling around in his trench coat with no shirt under, looking for a sweet little sub to play with. That is all

He picked you. God, he finally picked you. 

It was like a dream come true staring up at him, eyes raking over his exposed chest peeking from between that long black coat. The sight of him always did make you squirm in the best of ways, but so close? You were practically salivating. 

And the way he handled you– oh, god… The way he took a handful of your hair, tipping your head back to lick a stripe up your neck, chuckling darkly right against your ear. 

“Wouldn't you like to play with me?” 

You've never nodded so enthusiastically in your entire fucking life. 

And here you are, wrists tied together and bound to the bed, a spreader bar at your ankles to keep you exposed to him. He's been playing with you for hours, edging you to the brink but never letting you fall. Tears run down your face as his fingers dance through your arousal, teasing it in circles over every part of you he's determined most sensitive. 

You're like a little science experiment to him. You can see it in every satisfied smirk and glint of his eyes. 

“Excellent performance, dear pet.” Wesker purrs. He's bare now except for that coat, and you jut your tongue out for a taste of him– yet he denies you and himself. 

“Have you earned me?” He asks, fingers trailing over you once more, smirking at the way your hips buck and your body quakes. You nod for him, but that doesn’t seem to be enough.

“Please!” You mewl. 

He purses his lips as if to show the slightest bit of sympathy for your plight. So starved and aching for him, for release, for anything he might give you– even if it were no more than the tip of his cock dragging across your tongue to taste his need. 

Today, he chooses to be benevolent and does just that. You moan freely around him, savoring him, hollowing your cheeks as he pushes deeper until he's knocking against the back of your throat. 

“That's it, sweetheart.” He breathes, beginning to fuck your mouth slowly. He doesn't have any intention of finishing yet. Not until he's buried in your greedy little hole will he even entertain the thought. But for now you feel so good and warm, swallowing him perfectly… Just like he knew you would. 

And he's absolutely delicious. Even through the haze of tears, you can't help but admire how beautiful Wesker is. It’s those fucking eyes of his. They captivate you endlessly, so much so that you don't even realize it when your prize slips from your mouth. You whine pathetically, missing him already– wishing more than anything that you could savor the taste of taste of him once more.  You need him.  You need him to cloud your senses and dull your mind, to make you his toy and take you apart at his leisure.

But how could you possibly complain at such a loss when you feel him shove your legs back with the bar and line himself up? He breaches you instantly, stretching and filling you like you’ve never been before. You tug against your binds, squirming as you adjust to him, and it's almost enough to send you hurtling into your release to feel him sink so deep. 

A hand gripping your jaw sends the message loud and clear that you're to hold off. Even as he thrusts hard and punishing, you're not to come without his clear permission. 

Every movement, even the roughest of them all, is so goddamn precise. He hits that spot inside you over and over again, staring down all smug and devilish as he takes you apart bit by bit. His nails bite your flesh in all the right ways, surely to leave crescent marks behind for days to come– god he’s so fucking strong.

The warm lighting of the room frames him so nicely.  He’s practically haloed in the glow, looking so utterly ethereal that you suddenly understand why he’s always compared to a god.  Even as his composure starts to crack, teeth gritting and brow furrowing, he’s still so goddamn gorgeous. 

More than anything, you wish you could touch him.  Reach up and feel the ripplings of muscle as he drives into you, cup his pecs, squeeze his biceps, sling your arms around his neck to cling to him as he unmakes you.  He’s so fucking strong…

He comes down to bury his face against your neck, inhaling deep before sinking his teeth in.  You keen weakly, trying so hard to stave off your release– and fuck it’s getting so much harder!  He’s got you pinned, completely spread for him now as he ruts hard and fast.  You can’t help it– you just can’t stop yourself.

The moan that leaves you is broken and completely fucking pathetic.

You tremble and writhe under him despite your restraints, walls milking him for all he’s got, all he can possibly give, as you come undone.  You arch, eyes rolling back, vision going a blinding white, and all you can hear is his dark chuckles in between his own perfect little groans of bliss.  It’s so– he’s so… fuck…

There’s not a single coherent thought in your head as you float back to earth. All you can do is try to catch your breath, try to whisper out an apology for breaking his rules.  You didn’t have permission to come.

He never told you that you could.

You watch him lean back and discard his jacket.  God, if he looked good before… Nothing compares to the sight of him fully bare– save for the leather dancing across his shoulders, that is.  A wonderful accessory to compliment his flawless physique.  Fucking tantalizing just to see.  You wish you could reach up and pull him down and–

“I’m–” 

“Sorry?”  He finishes for you.  “I’m sure you are, my greedy little dear.”  The crimson of his eyes is hypnotic, and you lose yourself in them so easily.  “I suppose you’ll have to make it up to me.”

His lips curl into a smirk far more wolfish than you’ve ever seen.  

“It’s a good thing I’ve got you for as long as I want.”

[spockvarietyhour]

Star Trek Lower Decks "Of Gods and Angles"

[zytes]

7.15.23

[zecoritheweirdone]

i am being so so normal about these guys right now

[lovesodeepandwideandwell]

ok this is a deeply deeply weird manifesto and i'm sorry but i feel suddenly very burdened to say it so. if you felt like we were friends and i unfollowed you, this is for you. (don't be scared this is not about problems with anyone this is just my mess. that I think is ok to have which is why I'm talking about it)

so I joined tumblr in 2020 when a) the world was isolated b) I had just moved to a new city and was living alone taking Zoom classes in my apartment. what started as a mindless distraction became such a lifeline of connection and friendship! and still such a support as things started to open back up and get busier in 2021, when I was teaching and in class in person but still struggling for close in-person friendships. I know the group dynamic on here has shifted a number of times, as some of you probably experienced from various vantage points. my use of tumblr has shifted too, on and off, as I've needed different things out of it and been in different spiritual and emotional states. and I've kind of come to realize that I probably threw myself in too eagerly in some ways. it was so exciting to have actual friends on here and for them to actually turn into friends in person, that honestly I maybe prized that dynamic too much for what it symbolized over actually valuing the people. I'm sorry for doing that.

anyway, that worked fine for a bit, but as (glory be to God) I've become much more plugged into my in-person community in the last couple years, I've felt more and more emotionally strained. I've taken up a new attitude towards my family that's much more in line with God, but also much more draining as it means I have to just pour out in prayer and love and wait with patient sorrow over some things rather than fighting and defending my perspective as always right and necessary; and then there's the church-related grief my family has gone through over the last year. I've had a very delicate and difficult friendship that pulled up a lot of unresolved stuff from a college situation and felt endlessly wearying at times. I've had another issue from college recur in a way I thought had been healthily resolved years ago. I've had this whole roommate marriage situation that as y'all know is a very weird trial and pressure. My church has been dealing with a strange and tough ongoing struggle that was already stressing me out before I started working there. My small group has been amazing and I've loved connecting with and relying on them more, but that connection also means more fully bearing the griefs of a lot of different people dealing with the different struggles of life. My advisor situation has been so weird and tough, making my academic work really hard, and then this recent church work has been fulfilling but physically and often mentally exhausting. My future location, work, and community is up in the air after a few years of stability. (I really didn't mean to make this a recitation of my woes, but honestly it's really helpful to see it all written out here; helps explain my deep deep exhaustion, I guess.)

If I ever followed you on tumblr, I love you. In a number of different ways. I feel fondness at the thought of you and at your presence; I want to know you more fully; I desire the good for you; and I find my well-being to be, at least a little bit, tied up with yours. That last one is the rub. As I'm sorting through all the callings and duties in my life, trying to identify what counts as changing my tires versus what wears my tires out, I've found that my tumblr dashboard can switch back and forth very unpredictably between one thing and the other. Often it's a delight to come on here and find my friends and the cool things we're showing each other and the joys and sorrows and goofy moments of our lives! But at other times, when what I desperately need is an escape and rest and humor to provide solace from in-person cares, I find myself pricked all over again by the sorrow of the world and the stress of sin--or even just irritated by stuff I find irrelevant or disagree with or don't want to be reminded of.

To be clear, I'm not saying anyone's doing anything wrong on here. The opposite; I love the freedom y'all have to seek out what helps you, whether that's a lot of facts and ideas or a lot of goofy content or recipes or weird TV or music or venting about life or seeking prayer or advice! We all have the freedom and responsibility to determine how to use the tools we have to aid us in pursuing the good, whether the good is a quick laugh or building up virtue. But I think for me, at this point in my life, my duty and calling has swung back towards my in-person connections in a variety of ways, and I have to honor that.

The lie of infinity that the internet offers is just that--a lie. for me, that lie right now is being laid bare in my inability to have infinite care for everyone whose path I cross. I could follow everyone on here whom I'm endeared to, could keep messaging and replying and building relationships, but it would be a lie to think I can offer that love and care to everyone I would like to. In-person friendships are limited by physical proximity and time; online friendships can't be unlimited either. I need to apologize for acting as though they could be, and committing myself beyond my limits; but also, my life has really changed, and I'm not going to be caught either by the lie that online is only worthwhile if it's permanent.

I want to be clear that I value the connections I've had with you. I've loved exchanging mail and phone calls, messaging fun things back and forth, being online at the same time or learning about your day after the fact. Please know, also, that I have gone to war in prayer for you, and I continue to do so. I wish that I knew how to love widely without feeling pulled apart and worn down, by difference and sorrow and sin (mine and yours). I hope God is sanctifying me toward that end. But right now I'm fairly convinced I need to honor my calling to in-person friendships; I need to protect my mind and heart from even little pricks and distractions, so that I can keep my desires in order and use my energy for prayer and Scripture and to do good work and love the people God's made my physical neighbors. I really do love you, and I wish we had infinite time to talk and think together. I'm so excited to be with y'all in heaven forever. And who knows--maybe my life will shift yet again (it's looking likely) and I'll have a ton of spare energy and love and will come sheepishly back looking to connect with you again. We'll see. You deserve love and attention and connection, in person and online, and I'm sorry that--at least as it feels to me--I held out the promise of giving you that and then had to withdraw it.

so. there's all that. My dash is super quiet these days, thwarting my dopamine search but pushing me towards texting friends, towards meditating more fully on Scripture, towards praying over my work and burdens. I hope you can understand and maybe even be glad that, God willing, this is how I'm able and needing to work for the kingdom right now. love you love you

[quietarchivist]

As enjoyable as it is when the players get one over on Brennan, I think my favourite thing is when Brennan gets one over on himself and only realizes it belatedly.

[hana-bobo-finch]

iwant to write bug fables fanfic SO BAD but I have ZERO ideas what do i do my brain wants to write SOMETHING but I just

[eyefocusing]

@braveseeker3 !!!!!

i was Extremely Lazy abt copying the pattern and ended up just putting my laptops brightness as high as it would go and traced it off of there onto paper. bc we didnt have a printer. fireflight is laptop-sized bc of it, which ended up being a very nice size for a fireflight to be :3

but oh i hope u post skydive when you get around to making him!!! its rly such a fun and easy pattern to put together. ive got enough fabric to make the other three limb planes but ive procrastinated hard on actually starting on them.... maybe someday....

[akkivee]

if we’re getting to use abilities in hypdream, my biggest hope is that they define what all dice’s speaker combinations can do like in the manga:

3 posse stars allows for all three of them to use a combined attack as pictured above

3 lightning bolts give an attack boost to dice

3$even gives the team 10x their power for an attack boost

2 sevens and a lightning bolt results in his speakers attacking his team, and maybe you can infer any miss will provide the same result

2 sevens and a posse star is typically a dud but there’s a 1/8192 chance of a reroll with that particular dud lol

and i’m so curious if there’s more and if they’ve implemented them LOL

[loafbud]

💥💀⛓️ VINYL (sona) ⛓️💀💥

FINALLY...... made a new one for them 0|-<

they have a toyhouse which u can read more stuff about 'em here. // and a small page on my carrd site ft. their voice + spotify theme playlist here!

[larsnicklas]

2023-24 NHL SEASON SNAPSHOT MOMENTS ↪ TAMPA BAY LIGHTNING VS. DALLAS STARS

Tampa Bay's VICTOR HEDMAN is honored in a heartfelt ceremony prior to his 1000th game in the NHL. He becomes the first Lightning defenseman and only the third player overall to play 1000 games for the club. Tampa Bay would go on to win the game 4-0 in a dominant performance in front of a raucous home crowd. HEDMAN logged over 23 minutes of ice time in the victory and was +1 to end the night as his team snapped a four-game losing streak.

[soccerpunching]

⚡️ zanark 👀

I'M SO SORRY FOR HOW LONG IT TOOK ME TO ANSWER THIS!!

My other zanark HC is that he has OCD, I had this hc since my second watch of chrono stone but it was something that im too afraid to say before like all of my disability hcs. For everyone with OCD, you are highly encouraged to kick me in the jaw (criticize me) if you find my words offending or ignorant (please point it out if im being insensitive).

i initially based this strictly on the way he talks and his catchphrase that he say a lot. it felt like it's something that he needed to do. something that he cant stop doing even if he wants to. but he does really want say it most of the time.

i hope this does not sound like im romanticizing intrusive thoughts (as someone who have dangerous ones) but i also think that what made him capable of miximaxing with a super typhoon is because he wasn't able to find a coping strategy that was able to help him through this (because he was in a prison). his intrusive thoughts were harder for him to manage... and became what they called his chaos in the series (which also canonically made it difficult for him to use his powers). i hope this was not ableist of me to say (but tell me if it is!!).

another thing, a bit unrelated to the hc i had above... not to bring zanakurou again on another zanark hc; but i genuinely believe that given that zanark had parents to raise him and wasn't given to a shit organization that puts kids in time warping prisons, he would have been just like zanakurou. with the chaos within himself strictly (and painfully/still unhealthily) managed for the honor and pride of his (chosen) family. he just gives me the vibes.

[the-second-moon]

aveline, trying to curb crime in kirkwall: hawke, promise me you'll keep your nose clean

hawke, looking her directly in the eye:

[yog-sothoth-official]

sigil for safe/comfortable travel, especially on public transport. i used the british trains symbol because it looks like some sort of rune

interested in second opinions- does this look vaguely fascist to anyone else, or am i just being paranoid