#very mysterious

[prokopetz]

Reposting my single favourite piece of official Star Wars media for no particular reason.

[illumiskneecaps]

bro is always sitting like this

[aishamangaofficial]

The love that kisses the neck.

[canisalbus]

Hey! I absolutely adore your artwork and your lovely boys. I wanted to tell you I had a dream where you revealed Machete’s name, and I remember I read it and was like “oh that’s perfect. That is him. And it makes so much sense. It’s beautiful.” And I cannot, for the life of me, remember what it was. It was forbidden knowledge and just as swift as it came to me it left lol

That's actually something I'm lowkey dreading, what if, upon hearing what his actual name is, people go "no he's not. Poor choice. Nuh-uh."

[oceanlover1111]

i have so many of these cutieees🐈🍂

[theofficialastronomy101]

More than 30 people in Southern California reported seeing a giant fireball flash across the night sky on July 25, but what caused it is still a mystery. The American Meteor Society received 34 reports of witnesses seeing the fireball over the San Diego area at around 9:20 p.m. The fireball was also reportedly seen by residents of New Mexico, eastern Texas, and across the border in Mexico.

Our camera is facing south and the object flew from west to east,” Woods told NBC 7 News. “I first thought it might be a Starlink launch because this is the exact trajectory I’ve seen in previous launches, but there was nothing scheduled. So what could it have been?

[iasips8]

whats with him and this shade of purple

[pepsiiiicola]

[bestworstcase]

favorite favorite favorite thing is when the type of rwby fans who scream “double standard!!” about people reading salem with literally any more nuance than their “she’s an evil abusive monster who never loved ozma and ate her own babies for fun” baseline also tack on in the same post that they think ozpin lying to the kids about having conscripted them into an UNWINNABLE WAR where the win condition is also “bow to my god or he’ll kill us all” is nbd. the punchline writes itself.

[thebearchives]

[ 21:47 ] | DR3

PAIRING: daniel ricciardo x reader

WORD COUNT: 0.9k

NOTES: mysterious danny drabble that was pulled from a scrapped max fic :D fun !

he sat alone at the bar, finger tracing against the edge of his glass. scotch on the rocks, only the rocks had melted, much like the glaciers in antarctica. 

god, he hated scotch. he’d much rather be nursing a beer…or a blunt, he wouldn’t discriminate. 

“you’ve gotta stop ordering drinks if you’re not going to drink them.”

he didn’t move, no reason to, but a slight twitch on the left side of his lip gave away his amusement. 

his eyes followed the condensation drip against the outside of the glass, “i like watching the beads drip down.” 

he pulled his finger away from the lip of the glass, wiping the tip of it against the serviette that was seeping the condensation out from under the glass. 

“oh, cut your mafioso act, ricciardo.” you slotted yourself into the seat next to him, hand raised to catch the attention of the bartender, “i’ll get a paloma, and get him a beer, would you?”

“buying me drinks already? consider me flattered.” the man, ricciardo, smiled slyly.

“consider yourself not, it’s going on your tab,” a smirk played on your lips, “not all of us make a million every weekend.”

“you and i both know it’s more than a million, sweets.” he watched as the bartender placed the pint of beer in front of him.

“call me that again and i’ll have your dick cut off before you can even register any pain.”

“kinky.”

“you're actually sickening. stop playing games, daniel, you know i’m not the one for them. what’s the gig this time?” 

“it’s right to business with you, isn’t it, y/n?” he turned his head to look over at you, the smile on his face lightening into a smirk.

“i suppose so,” you took a sip of your paloma, “or maybe i’m just tired of your theatrics.”

you finally made eye contact with daniel, “well?”

“i’ve got him.”

“him lik–”

“yeah.”

“i find it hard to believe you.”

“well, just try harder then. he’s back.”

“god, you’re so annoying,” you rolled your eyes, leaning back in your seat, “and the target? what is it?”

daniel’s fingers tapped on the table. once, then twice. “intel.”

“ah,” you nodded, “i see why i got the message, now. nice flowers, by the way. you should invest in a new jack wilder.”

“you saw me?” his eyebrows raised slightly. he hadn’t seen you when he made the drop.

“no, but your work was sloppy enough to be a signature.”

“thanks, you really know how to make my heart race.” the humour in his tone had gone dry.

the conversation moved on, “so, how are you planning to go about this?”

he stared at you. it clicked. you shook your head, “daniel, no.”

“daniel, yes,” he placed a hand down onto the granite of the counter, “come on, i’ve got more connections this time, i promise it’ll go better than last time.”

“literally anything would be better than last time,” you rolled your eyes, “i’m not sure how much i should trust your words.”

“no, i’m serious this time, y/n. i’ve really got him this time. i’ve got a way to him, it’s right there. i can see it.”

you scoffed, “oh, can you? how dirty is the road leading up to it?”

“nothing a few extra hands couldn’t handle.” he gave you a hopeful smile.

“new links?” you raised an eyebrow at him, going back to his earlier words.

daniel raised his hands, “he was gone for a while. i got bored, ended up meeting a few new people, did some different jobs. you know how it goes.”

“wow, and i didn’t get invited?” you watched as a small smile fell onto his lips.

“i wasn’t playing ringmaster,” daniel gave you a pointed look, “you said you were out, anyway.”

“and now, you want me back in.” you gave him a sly smirk, “funny.”

daniel’s smile turned serious, “it’s what we’ve been trying for our whole lives. working up to it with every gig.”

and it was true. every job the two of you had done had all been for one final job. him.

you mulled over his initial offer in your mind. “going after intel,” you started, “so no cashout?”

he shrugged, “i’m sure no one would mind if you took a little more than the intel. consider it interest.”

“that’d be quite a lot of interest. what, 20 years?”

daniel hummed, “maybe 25?”

“quite the sum” you emphasized once again.

“his entire fortune would be up for grabs when we’re done with him,” daniel took a swig of his beer, “take a share and split the rest.”

“do you trust them?” your eyes fell on his hands, looking for a tell.

“we’re all after the same thing. i do,” his fingers didn’t even shake. he was telling the truth.

“fine,” you sighed, “i’ll take your word for it, dan, but the second something feels off, i’m calling it.”

daniel smiled, sitting up straight in his seat, “wouldn’t expect anything less from you.”

you finished off your drink, “alright, then,” you got out of your seat, “you know where to find me.”

“i’ll see you soon, n/n.”

you threw a middle finger in the air at the title, already on your way out, “don’t call me that. i’m not a kid anymore.”

daniel watched as your figure disappeared within the crowd, “as you wish, bellissima.” beautiful.

[whumpitisthen]

The Prelude

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Lightning crackles blue across the dark sky, rapidly frolicking between black clouds. The rain beats the ground, determined to flood the world and drown everything under holy water. Burnt charcoal trees struggle to stay upright in the wind bending them to be parallel against the ground and tearing them in half as the singed bark on them breaks apart. People, animals, even plants cry out in terror.

A brutal storm has formed on this scorched Earth. There hasn't been one like this in decades, apparent as every living thing — mortal or not — scrambles to seek shelter under anything that bears the weather. The ground shakes constantly with thunder; one would think an earthquake is taking place at once.

Out in the middle of noman's land, in the epicentre of the tempest, a clearing surrounded by trees of a forest waves its grey blades of grass under an opening in the clouds; — no, an opening in the sky itself. The space rips open like molten glass, casting a golden light onto the land, which instantly evaporates the rain befallen on it. A loud tremble rings in the air, coming from the tear as the storm reaches its peak, and out the opening comes one spear of lightning hitting the earth with such power the grass disintegrates to ashes and flows away with the wind.

Under the light — a huddled figure. He claws at the dirt in pain, his screaming drowned out by the fury of the heavens. He shakes on his knees and hides his head behind his arms as he cries into the now burnt patch of grass in sorrow and terror, overwhelmed by his surroundings to such an extreme that he cannot bear to think a single thought loud enough to overcome the raging squall. His pain is immense, and not merely physical.

An angel. He was cast out of his Heaven, and now, with blackened wings glowing at the edges of its feathers with fiery embers, he suffers the consequences of the sin he had committed that had landed him here. Namely, he has to bear the agony of Falling. The burning of his most precious wings that will never heal, that he will never fly with again. The suddenness of hunger and cold and fatigue; the loss of his life as an immortal being, and the process of becoming accustomed to what will be his new life from now on: the life of a mortal. Barely anything more than a simple human. Defenceless. Weak. Vulnerable. Prey.

In this world, thunder elicits horror inside the souls of Angel and Demon alike; only bringing destruction and fury to everyone who dares brave it. It is a byproduct of the divine fury of the most powerful beings the Heavens house, their anger traversing worlds to manifest itself in horrendous storms that tear apart the earth itself, uncaring of who or what lives on it. Intimidating as they are, disasters like this do not happen often, and when they do, rarely does a Fallen find themself on the ground with their powers ripped away, their wings burnt to a crisp, scars of lightning leaving markings that will never disappear, forever reminding them of their terrible fate and their mortality. This fate is irreversible without the eternally holy and gracious Archangels themselves changing their mind, — something that a lowly little angel like Auden could never achieve.

One choice remains to be made.

Will he accept his fate, this punishment that his Heaven deemed fit for him with dignity, clamouring for survival for as long as he can on this cursed, awful, hellish Earth?

Or will he give up the last of his grace, bending to the most unbecoming, damned creatures and becoming one of them, a demon himself, to avoid an untimely, horrific death?

<3

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[atomicradiogirl]

praying on my hands and knees that they changed stella’s storyline in the script draft 🧎‍♀️‍➡️

[hyperfixiation-of-the-week]

Hey Here's A FUCKING Question okay???? If AM is incapable of thinking creatively or coming up with original ideas, then how the fuck did he know how to make the survivors immortal??? He got the knowledge of eternal life from....where exactly? Wikipedia? Because it sure as shit doesnt seem like that type of thing that would be on wikipedia, and yet here we are

[aishamangaofficial]

Betrayal lies? Or true love?

[heyitstaytay21]

Have you ever done something so dumb that you immediately want to find a way to use it in a fic for the drama/laughs? Because a couple years ago I knocked a pot of boiling ramen off the stove and gave myself second degree burns on my thighs and in the process of frantically trying to get my pants off slipped in the spilled water and fractured my elbow on the kitchen tile. it's been over two years and I still have a twinge in my elbow and burn scars on my thighs. I haven't found a good reason to use it in anything yet but now that I'm no longer actively in pain I can't help but laugh at the whole situation. Literally like two months after the ramen incident I slipped on the ice the day after getting a new phone and smashed the screen and sprained my ankle and because my elbow wasn't healed I couldn't even use crutches as I tried to hobble around getting my phone repaired. Honestly the whole situation is like fanfic gold.

You've got your clumsy character that hurts themselves in stupid ways which is just classic fanfic material

Or the drama of Character b seeing burn scars on character a and thinking something bad must have happened because character a won't talk about it but it's really just that they're too embarrassed they spilled boiling pasta water on themselves.

I should at least capitalize on my pain or something 😂

[brbgensokyo]

i thought this was mostly a gundam problem i have but i think its endemic to sunrise but i have alot of trouble with personal disconnect within their work. As in im watching a documentary or like a summary of events happening on a page.