#what do you think? 🤔

[scribbly-artist]

Lazy Sunday

~900 words. No trigger warnings, just cute tickles on the couch.

Author’s Notes: Had a little burst of inspiration so I wrote a little something. It’s shorter this time, but I’m fine with that. :)

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It was a lazy Sunday for Nathan and Kathleen as they both stared at the new show they started watching together. Kathleen was sitting up in her seat while Nathan lay sprawled across the couch, resting his head in Kathleen’s lap. They both enjoyed sitting like this and liked to take turns, as the other would usually fiddle with the other’s hair or give a nice little head massage. It was Nathan’s turn today as he snuggled into Kathleen’s lap, her fingers combing through his soft hair.

He was in heaven. He was almost like a cat, really. He leaned into the touch, his shoulders relaxing as he let out a content sigh. Kathleen looked down to his face as she smiled herself.

Neither of them were really paying attention to the show anymore, but this was all mainly for them to spend time with each other anyway.

Nathan closed his eyes as Kathleen continued to massage his scalp with her hand, moving to touch the side of his head. Stretching a little, Nathan got very comfortable.

However, what he wasn’t expecting was for Kathleen’s fingers to accidentally brush past his ear so delicately. He shot up in his seat as his eyes opened, letting out an unexpected squeak, goosebumps rising on his skin.

“…What was that?” Kathleen’s voice was filled with interested amusement.

“N-Nothing! It was nothing,” Nathan stammered, his cheeks dusting pink. “Just got a bit spooked.” He laid himself back down, head back onto her lap. She let out a little chuckle at his theatrics.

Now, because of all of this, Kathleen could hardly concentrate on the TV. She wanted her boyfriend to make that cute noise again. So, she continued giving him a nice little massage, playing with his hair. She needed to catch him off guard again, so she needed him to relax.

Nathan closed his eyes, leaning into her touch. Hook, line, sinker.

Her fingers ‘accidentally’ brushed past his ears again, a couple of giggles leaving his mouth as he brought one of his hands up to his head, grasping her hand. The blush on his cheeks only grew.

“What do you think you’re doing?” He questioned, looking up at the delight beaming on Kathleen’s face.

“Just trying to get you to relax, honey,” With her other hand free, she moved her wandering fingers to the bend at the base of his neck, scribbling her nails lightly on his skin.

Nathan reflexively shrugged his shoulder to try to block the ticklish feeling, biting his lip to not let anymore giggles through.

“Q-Quit it!” He squirmed. Kathleen tugged her other hand free and scribbled the other side of his neck very gently, making him squeak and scrunch up even more.

“Aww, so cute. Is someone just a little ticklish?” She teased, dodging his attempts at trying to stop her speedy digits. His face grew red as he started giggling a lot more.

“I— hehehe! Liked t-the massage behehetter!” He couldn’t hold himself back, he just let it all out. He shook his head back and forth at her touch.

“It’s not my fault you’re utterly adorable,” She cooed, her fingers moving to scribble under his chin as if he were a pet. This got some really bubbly giggles out of him, pouring out of his throat with no end in sight. With a single finger, she traced the skin on his jawline back and forth, back and forth, driving him mad. “You should’ve told me you were ticklish sooner, you’re extra cute when you’re laughing.”

“S-Shut up— Ahaha!” The blush on his face was growing to his ears, a stretched smile stretched across his face. He was trying to grab at her hands with no avail, she would just target a different spot.

“Awwwww,” She crooned, booping his nose. “Are you flustered? Your ears are even red…” She observed, her fingers moving back to lightly scrape against the side of his ears once more. He squeaked, finally breaking. He laughed, but then finally caught onto her wrists, pulling his body up.

“You’re… you’re going to regret that…” There was a bit of a tussle, all in playful fun. Kathleen tried to pull her wrists free, but Nathan wasn’t having it. He wrestled with her, eventually overpowering her and pinning her back to the couch cushions. She let out a nervous giggle. “Sooooo going to regret it…”

“We can talk about this, right? Ahaha…” Her eyes were darting around, trying to figure a way out of this. But there just wasn’t any way that she could. So she accepted her fate.

“Let’s see how flustered you can get…” His voice was low, moving her wrists so that he gripped them both in one hand. His free hand hovered over her, making her sweat.

“It won’t be as cute as your cute tomato coloured cheeks.” She quipped, smirking. But that just buried her deeper.

He gave a devilish smile back, eyeing her off. “That’s it! You asked for it!”

The day continued on with a lot of laughter, a lot of wrestling, and a lot of tickles.

The TV was ignored, they’d have to rewind it later.

[thevibraniumveterans]

BLACK PANTHER WAKANDA FOREVER SPOILER-FREE REVIEW

[thevibraniumveterans]

That, and the fact that people from both nations see each other as equals.

The only two examples I can think of so far is:

- Attuma calling Okoye “WARRIOR!” Which is fitting and respectful because they are very capable warriors, trained in battle, and very skillful. He doesn’t call her a coward, he doesn’t call her a woman, doesn’t call her weak. He doesn’t look down on her. He sees a defender with a spear and thinks, “Ah! A worthy adversary! A mighty warrior!” The same may be true in the opposite direction.

- Shuri and K’uk’ulkan. They fight, they battle, she fights with technology and he with more “native” but no less advanced tools and weapons. They are both powerful, they are both very capable in battle, they are defenders of nations hell-bent on protecting their shared resource. He doesn’t mock her. He shows her his kingdom and has a royal dress delivered to her. He recognizes her as a royal, an equal to him as inheritors of kingdoms wronged by outsiders.

I think these are but just two examples of why the alliance between Wakanda and Talokan may be strong and beneficial to both.

Among Wakanda Forever's many MANY achievements is its superb indictment of white feminism. Julia Louis-Dreyfuss' character is the classic superficially "empowered" woman in a high-level corporate job who does nothing to empower any other woman--who in fact only seeks to infiltrate and sustain the same colonial patriarchy that oppresses most of the world for her own benefit. Contrast this with the true feminism of Wakanda and Talokan, where women are not only on equal footing with men, but play an active role in creating and maintaining societies that would have no room for such backwards notions as misogyny in the first place. Wakanda Forever is a masterpiece.

[cozylittleartblog]

Columbo and the Knight (1984)

put me in the universe where Columbo ran through the 1980s and had a crossover episode with Knight Rider. I think they deserved it, and I am not just saying that because they're my two favorite Old Shows. @telebeast wrote a little fanfic blurb about it and I HAD to visualize it into a comic (which is also the longest comic I have finished thus far at five pages...), so writing credit goes to them.

Autism W!

[raepliica]

priest guy sending mixed signals, what is he up to?🤨🕶🤏

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[Image Description: A warm-toned comic featuring Trigun98 characters. It opens with Vash shouting "YOWCH!!" as a half-eaten donut flies through the air, a bruise on Vash's tongue. Meryl, editing papers, is annoyed as he complains: "Ow! Ow! I bi'e my 'ongue..." "What's the rush?" Meryl asks, "They're all yours." Vash, still hurt, tries to explain: "They're jus' sooo good!" Meryl argues back, "Well, savour it then!" Wolfwood has been watching the scene unfold as Meryl continues, "Satisfying your sweet tooth doesn't come cheap, unfortunately." Wolfwood clicks his lighter open and closed, again and again. Without a word, he leans closer, his thumb on Vash's lips. "Wolfwood...?" Vash trails off. Then, Wolfwood opens Vash's mouth and knicks his thumb on one of Vash's canines in one fell swoop. "Wah? Huh??" Vash says as Wolfwood pulls his bleeding thumb away. He licks the blood off the wound then snickers at Vash. Meryl looks disgusted, Vash has lit up in an embarrassed explosion, and Milly remarks, curious: "Those are surprisingly sharp, Mr. Vash!" Question marks float around Vash, and his donuts lay discarded on the table. Each panel is signed by raepliica. End ID]

[babacontainsmultitudes]

Happy pride to Tony Collette and Dr. Man specifically 🌈🫡.

[thevibraniumveterans]

The fish sketch at the top right corner…

Now I’m wondering… does he have any ability to communicate with the ocean-dwelling animals? The film does show that the Talokanil do use large animals like whales for long-distance transport and stuff like that, not to mention the jellyfish that made an appearance before what’s his name got nabbed.

No food, no water, no sleep, only Namor remains💦

#Namor  #WakandaForever  #BlackPantherfanart #sketchdump #aguapapi

[myokk]

MUGGLE BOOK CLUB🥹💓

Since Clora grew up in a muggle household and Eloise spent 5 years in a muggle finishing school (reading was the only worthwhile part😤) they bond a lot over muggle literature💓💓💓 once a month they choose a book (lots of times repeat their favorites) and meet up for a coffee to discuss the book and gossip😇🥹💓

Clora is yapping a lot in the beginning but towards the end Eloise gets worked up too and they enthusiastically yell at each other about different plot points😇🙏

@choccy-milky 😙😙😙

[blueggrass]

not to terrorpost on main- but i'd like to say a sincere thank you to the temeraire fandom for introducing me to the terror.

i would also like to say FUCK you what the FUCK is up. what the FUCK is your problem. HUH? do you know what i dream about now? the terror. do you know how i spend my day? reading the terror. do you know how many times ive watched this edit? i couldnt even tell you (go fucking watch it RIGHT now this is a THREAT).

im in shambles, im a mess, im a different person than i was a fortnight ago and its YOUR FAULT 🫵

tuunbaq sketch <3

[pixlatedvampire]

I havent finished anything in a bit so please enjoy my favorite Grima doodles lmao 💗🥰

[thevibraniumveterans]

Though I do not ship them, I do find the dynamic between Shuri and K’uk’ulkan quite fascinating, as they are more alike than they’d care to admit. Think about it- two royal heirs to kingdoms hell-bent on protecting their shared resource, who realize early on that an alliance would only do them more good than harm, absolutely detest foreign intervention and attempts on what they hold so dear.

I wonder how this alliance would be fleshed out in further MCU projects, as applicable, because Shuri and K’uk’ulkan are warriors, protectors and defenders who will do whatever is necessary to protect their respective nations.

Shuri may not be Queen of Wakanda, as she passed that title on to M’Baku, but I believe she may be the point of communication between Talokan and Wakanda, as she is the only one (save Nakia), who has actually experienced Talokan as it was meant to be experienced.

This is for the Namor x Shuri shippers (or just Tenoch and Letitia appreciators): A Continuation

[crybaby-bkg]

cw: you two have a son together, mention of being married, old man Bakugou

older retired pro hero Bakugou, who you find hunched over his desk one night. it’s late and the day was long and your son was whinier than he usually is. you’d think the old man would be in bed right now, but alas—he’s not beside you.

instead, as you round the corner to get a full look at him, he’s wearing his reading glasses, adorning an old ratty tank, his arms still big but softer than the years from before. he has a book open in front of him, desk scattered with pictures you can’t see from your angle, scissors, stickers, glue sticks.

“What are you getting up to at this hour, old man?” You ask softly, smiling when Bakugou doesn’t even look up from what he’s doing. his tongue is sticking out in the corner as he cuts a squiggly line on a picture, posing it beside another on a blank piece of paper.

“Therapist said I should get into crafting,” he grunts, finally looking over at you from over his glasses. “Do things with my hands, feel busy, get my mind off’a shit.”

you pad over to where he sits, the overhead lamp on his desk focused on the big baby blue book with white pages. peeking over his shoulder, you rest your head on top of his, chin nestled in the still unruly blond and silver locks, overseeing his work.

and honestly? it almost makes you wanna cry. it’s a scrapbook, the page open to pictures of your wedding day, how pretty you looked, how big he smiled at you. you can see other scattered pictures on his desk—when you got a promotion at work, when he was number one for seven months in a row, a positive pregnancy test, the cutest baby you’ve ever seen, two little teeth coming in, baby being held in dads big ole arms that will always protect him.

“After this page, I gotta do the honeymoon.” Bakugou speaks gruffly, setting down a picture to wipe a hand down his face. “And then life accomplishment shit, the baby, his first steps.” He sounds so tired, and you can’t help but wrap your arms around his shoulders, sliding down to smush your face against his own.

“You always have tomorrow. Come to bed.” You say against his cheek, squeezing him when you feel the rejection start up in his belly. But he deflates, pulling his glasses off, reaching around to pull you in his lap. He looks so grumpy, with his frown lines and crows feet, and yet so handsome with his small smile and soft eyes.

“I’ll print more pictures tomorrow. And maybe go by the store to get some more stickers, too.” He tells you in between kisses, his words soft, his hands rough through your pajamas. You hum against his mouth, holding his nape, afraid to ever let him go.

“You do that. Now let’s go to bed.” You whisper, standing up and pulling him with you. He closes the scrapbook for now, and you glimpse at the cover, heart melting at the picture of you two holding up your son, both kissing his cheeks. The picture is captioned with “Our Life” and you don’t think you’ve ever been more grateful to have met him.

[smelricbros]

hoochie 👏🏻 daddy 👏🏻 season 👏🏻

[billybatsonbrainrot]

Billy playing hockey!🥅🏒

I like to think that Billy would be good at ice skating ⛸️

[sloasis]

I just love this scene even more because of this one gesture he does . Like he was truly debating whether or not to deny and explain that Chris isn't really his son . He looks like he does half a Woah dance 😭

[pickled-flowers]

It's my birth right as an asexual to be irritated all the time