#wildfires etc

[13beachesxx]

fall is upon us ladies and gentlemen

[mettywiththenotes]

Thinking about visual symbolism where Tomura gets OFA and the embers/fire visual that is usually shown with the users, which is usually something comforting or warm, instead with Tomura it's shown as a sort of wildfire. It's the culmination of the vestiges powers and strong will's becoming one with a 10th user added to it, but Tomura's strong will too. A villain holding this powerful quirk would be expected to use it for evil but he stands opposing his mentor, the man who manipulated his entire life, and it blazes in his soul with his rising hatred against him

A strong fire that is neither comforting or warm like a typical hero reassuring the masses, but an almost violent wildfire directed at evil

[darkangel1791]

[mynonclicheblog]

3.09 / 4.09

[playawner]

Please, don't ignore what's happening in Chile right now. The fires has been invading our cities, our regions, and has taken many nature as well as people and houses. No person deserves to lose their house, their relatives, their pets, or EVEN their own life.

I myself saw the fires when it happened, they nearly went to my own house. I was able to see the smoke and fire at my own windows. It was bad until the point where we didn't had light for a day and internet for entire days, with terrible signal instead. If it wasn't for the wind, or for the firefighters and support attending in time, I would probably be homeless right now. Either that, or just dead.

We need your support, our cities are currently in danger by the ranging wildfires, and it is confirmed to be more terrible than any past events we had before. Any support is appreciated, even by just bringing small awaraness!

If you are Chilean, you can donate to the firefighters via BancoEstado, is at the first option in the reccomended foundations at the moment. I believe someone also made a paypal for people who aren't from Chile, if you have the link you can send it in reblogs!

Spanish translation below cut:

Por favor, no ignoren lo que está pasando en Chile. Los incendios han estado invadiento nuestras ciudades, nuestras regiones, y han quitado nuestra naturaleza, gente y hogares. Ninguna persona merece perder su casa, sus parientes, sus mascotas, o INCLUSO su propia vida.

Yo mismo ví el fuego cuando ocurrió. Casi llegó hacia mi propia casa. Podía ver el humo y el fuego en mis propias ventanas. Fue tan terrible que no tuvimos luz por un día ni internet por varios días, con terrible señal. Si no fuera por el viento, o por los bomberos y la atención hacía este a tiempo, lo más probable es que estuviera en la calle ahora. Eso o que estuviera muerto.

Necesitamos tu apoyo, nuestras ciudades corren peligro, y se ha confirmado que es más catastrófico que cualquier otro evento que tuvimos en el pasado. Cualquier apoyo es apreciado, incluso teniendo algo de conciencia!

Si eres Chileno/a, puedes donar a los bomberos en BancoEstado. Es en la primera opción en las fundaciones recomendadas por ahora. Yo creo que alguién también hizo un paypal para las personas que no viven en Chile, si tienen el link puedes mandarlo en los reblogs!

[wurm-food]

Yes, yes, yes he’s gorgeous. But I’m also running through my mind about angelic imagery again and he scratches such a particular itch in my brain.

One Piece - #1035

[dad-friend]

ok listen. i know hbomberguy said he doesnt wanna become the type of youtube who spends their time doing drama videos or ruining ppl careers but like. if somebody doesnt start doing crazy detailed research on ryan hall, yall then i will

[ec-machlan]

HEY everyone- to help make rent while I’m between jobs, I’m running a sale on Etsy from now until July 1st! The link is Here:

[rabbithaver]

fucken. crisis city air quality here rn

[mishkakagehishka]

"The Empire keeps us stupid" 1. you sound like a villager in a fantasy book 2. you have access to the internet, why are you aiding the Empire in that goal ???

[iniziare]

Tag drop: Seele (Honkai: Star Rail). Listen, I used to write her and I miss her a bit, and also: there's Belobog people around. And also, well, she's much more interesting than people give her credit for. Also, prepare for some 'rewriting', because Belobog's pacing in specific ways kind of blew a little bit much.

[nerajaana]

ARYA STARK VALENTINE’S DAY CHALLENGE

|| Day Three: Headcanon ||

306 A.C- Prince Aegon, son of the disinherited Hand of the King Rhaegar chose to marry not his sister but his half brother Jon Waters and his lady cousin, the she wolf of Winterfell, Arya Stark who’s said to resemble her aunt Lyanna Stark to an uncanny degree leaving the Seven Kingdoms shocked beyond measure.

[adelaidedrubman]

johnjess + maximum mary may inconvenience

HI STELLA THANK YOU so. this technically maybe still counts for the prompt since probably about five sentences of it actually are nsfw. but it did in fact turn into a full fic of them being annoying so for that i am sorry to everyone, especially mary may (although she’s spared directly bearing witness to them today)

summary: john and jessie go for a joy ride.

wordcount: 2.5k

warnings: explicit sexual content, physical violence. not mutually exclusive, per usual they cannot decide if they want to beat the shit out of each other or fuck so they go back and forth. john busts in his pants as decided by the voters. widowmaker slander. mary may suffering implied.

It was a particularly tacky chess piece they currently warred over, Jestiny thought, even by his standards. 

Certainly not worth all the pawns left bleeding out on the board as the two remaining players resorted to wrestling head-to-head for it. 

From the migraine-inducing neon pink blending to blue gradient to the flames reaching out from the gaudy chrome plated grill to the proud design of a bald eagle screeching over stars and stripes decorating the sleeper cabin, well…

It was an extremely ugly truck. 

“O-Oh, fuck me, I want —”

But he looked extremely pretty shoved against the side of it. 

“I want you to hand over the goddamn keys to this piece of shit,” she grunted in interruption, willing herself to stay focused on the mission she’d set out to accomplish despite feeling just what he wanted very clearly along the front of his jeans as she thrust her hands into his pockets in search. 

His chest heaved against hers as he drew in a breath to speak more sharply, as if suddenly reminded that he was being thrown against the side of a semi-trailer as part of an ongoing struggle between their respective militias over the vehicle and not simply for recreation. “Well, I want you to give up on these childish games and face the gravity of your — Oh, fuck —”

Despite the rekindled contempt he nonetheless hiked a leg up as if appeasing her demand, the rubber of his shoes squealing against metal siding followed closely behind by a jingle of keys falling easily from the baggy confines of his pocket, with no added tightness reaching the backside of his jeans. 

She caught the keys in her palm, throwing them to the opposite hand then reaching up to grip the back of his thigh and hold it in place as she gave the keyring a spin around her finger — leaning in to press lips against those pursed in some limbo between spitting out insults and cooing honeyed pleas, kissing him slow and deep, as if she could literally savor the victory from it. 

The irony of giving a victory kiss to the very man whose defeat she celebrated was not lost on her. 

She gave a soft snort of laughter at the thought as she pulled back, playfully brushing her nose against his in parting before darting to the side to hop up the running board and throw the driver’s side door open.

As she climbed inside she couldn’t resist tossing her head back to catch a parting glimpse of the oh so satisfying look of incredulity fixing itself on John’s face, jaw dropped and brow pinched downward and eyes bulging as if in bewilderment that she would have the audacity to actually use the keys she’d spent so much effort wrestling him for. 

He remembered his faculty for language first, his jaw twitching to speak. “I hope you enjoy just how excruciating the realization of the complete futility of your actions is going to be!” He remembered his faculty for movement next, darting forward to wedge his shoulder against the doorframe before she could pull it to shut. “That every sin you’ve committed has done nothing but deprive the righteous and deserving of —” 

She kicked the door outward so as to pull it in again and slam it shut on his shoulder. “This is what you fuckin’ deserve!” She kicked his battered shoulder to send him tumbling to the ground. “And I hope that was fuckin’ excruciating!” 

She slammed the door shut as she turned the key in the ignition and waited for the truck to slowly rumble to life. 

She paused a moment before reaching for the gearshift, instead throwing her hand to the left to crank the window down. She leaned her head out of the window, glancing down at him one last time. 

She also had to admit he looked very pretty bruised up and bloodied and on his knees, trembling arms grasping in a feeble effort to crawl his way up the side of The Widowmaker. 

She licked her lips, hanging her arm out the window to slap her palm against the side of the door before raising the hand in an exaggerated wave of ‘goodbye.’ 

“Happy fucking trails, John!” she called through the window, shoving the gear into drive and ramming her boot down onto the gas. “I’m hauling out!”

A blur of dark blue shot across her periphery as the truck slowly crept forward, quickly materializing as freckled and black inked arms flung over the ledge of the window just as the vehicle slowly lurched forward past the opening garage door and rolled along the short gravel drive. 

“I hope you don’t mind extra cargo!” 

He dove through the window, flinging his body across her lap as he landed, just as the grill of the truck crashed through the chain link gates. 

She clenched her fists against the wheel as she felt it slip unexpectedly to the right beneath her fingers, flexing her arms to resist the force of intruding hands jerking it in an effort to steer the truck away from the path back to town.

“You’re gonna end up as fucking roadkill!” she shouted as she yanked the wheel back towards the left with one hand, the other loosening its grip long enough for her to swing an elbow down to land between his shoulder blades and knock him to the floorboards. “Either from you crashing us and getting us killed or else from me bashing your fucking brains out on the pavement!”

“Oh, yes!” he cried with sarcastic enthusiasm, craning his neck to look up at her from his place landed at her feet. “There’s that wrath, that insatiable need for senseless destruction! That relentless bloodlust driving you to —” She thrust a hand downward to bunch in his hair, yanking him up by it to intercept the conspicuous creeping of his hand towards the brake pedal as he rose. “Oh, yes,” he repeated lower and more breathy as she tightened her grip, a rosy flush spreading along his cheeks and making her suddenly process the familiar position of his head at her lap. “Th-There’s — that feels —”

She briefly lifted her foot off the gas, just long enough to swing the leg outward to hook around his neck and guide his head between her thighs properly before planting back on the accelerator. 

“God, you make me so…” he trailed off with a defeated whine, concern over their big rig tug-of-war seeming to melt away with his wilting into the caress of her fingers along his scalp, hands abandoning any effort to wrestle control of the truck in favor of working at the buttons of her shorts and pulling them down past her thighs. 

She willed her eyes to stay open and focused on the road as she allowed her head to fall back with the dizzying glide of pleasure flooding from the press of his mouth against her. 

“See?” she hummed, weaving her last remaining thread of composure into her words to lace them solid despite the tremor threatening to slip into her voice. “Doesn’t it feel better to be where you belong and behaving instead of being a fucking problem for once?” 

She could feel the electricity of bright blue eyes shooting open to lock onto her face in response just as tangibly as she could the slide of his tongue, the thrill it sent shivering through her just as powerful. So powerful she couldn’t resist sparing a quick glance down to meet his gaze, stroking her hand along the top of his head and down the nape of his neck in encouragement and delighting in the upward furrow of his brow it drew. 

It was a sight so lovely it caused heat to flare, the drumming of her pulse to ratchet up to a heavy pounding, a harsh thudding that almost seemed to shake the frame of the truck itself as — 

She realized with a forward jolt the thud she felt did not come from the cavern of her chest, but from the collision of the grill of the truck with a hastily placed roadblock of eggshell white vehicles she easily plowed through. 

A body bouncing along the windshield to leave behind a smear of blood and spiderweb of splintering glass was perhaps one of the best wake up calls a girl could get that she really shouldn’t be doing what she was doing at the moment. 

And getting road head from a murderous cult leader decidedly numbered among things Jessie shouldn’t be doing. 

He seemed to reach a similar realization in the same instant, giving two heavy blinks before once again grabbing for the brake and steering wheel just as she lifted a foot to kick him back towards the passenger’s seat. 

But the sharp jerk of the wheels to the left sent her flying across the cabin instead, her skull knocking against the glove compartment as she landed. 

“Ah,” John sighed with sarcastic pity, giving her an exaggerated shake of his head as he hopped up into the seat. “Perhaps that will teach you the importance of wearing a seat belt.” He clicked his into place with a dramatic flourish of his arm in punctuation. “Since you refuse to learn anything else.”

“Why you fuckin’ —” she only briefly paused to cradle the aching side of her skull before lunging forward, hands shooting towards the straps of the seat belt. “We’ll see how much good a seat belt is gonna do you!” she shouted, fighting to keep her balance despite the stars dancing along her vision and the further bumpy careening of the car to the right as John hurriedly spun the wheel to reverse their course. She mustered her strength to snap the seat belt taut and pull it against his throat, fists pulling the ends they bunch around towards the headrest to cut off his air. 

With a choked gasp he brought one hand to the seat belt to claw at the strap and pull it away — the other hand rushing to join it a second later when the force proved insufficient, leaving the wheel clear and unmanned. 

Jestiny quickly seized the opening, finally releasing the seat belt to instead wrap her hands around the steering wheel and pull herself forward. 

She threw an elbow back to jab into his stomach and knock the breath he’d managed to suck in right back out as she lowered herself to sit atop his lap in the driver’s seat, stomping a foot down on his to jam on the gas pedal as she spun the wheel to its limits to send the the truck in yet another full reversal. 

“Jessie,” he hissed out hoarsely, hot breath falling against her back through the thin fabric of her t-shirt as he continued gasping for air. “You need to get the fuck up right now and let me drive this monstrosity back to its rightful place.”

Seems like he recovered fast, unfortunately. Freshly strangled and he still couldn’t shut up.

But at least they could agree on the monstrosity part. 

“I think I’ll stay right fucking here,” she chirped in reply, scooting back and side to side in a pantomime of settling into place. “Bein’ my seat cushion may be the first useful thing you ever do in your fucking life.”

Although she could feel as she shifted against him that there was very little cushion to be found — sharp ridges of hip bones cut towards conspicuous hardness straining as tightly as ever against denim. 

He recovered fast. 

“You are the most stubborn, infuriating, obstinate…” he panted against her shoulder as he buried his face into it, hips flexing beneath her in unsteady rhythm, “impossible, difficult —”

“Hard?” she offered, flashing a smirk towards the rear view mirror so he could see it as she set a pace grinding back against him. “To deal with?”

He humphed in complaint, leaned forward and reached to settle his hands at the wheel beneath hers, barely peeking over her shoulder to look through the windshield. “You have —” he drew in a sharp breath. “No idea — what the fuck you’re doing. You —”

“I have a pretty fucking good idea,” she replied with another wriggle of her hips, a rush of satisfaction swelling inside her as she felt firm pressure drag along the seam of her shorts and moved to cover his hands with her own to easily overpower his weak efforts to turn the wheel and resume their struggle.

“Fuck!” She felt fingers flex beneath hers with a final tensing of his muscles — followed by broken cry and a frantic, uncontrolled upward buck of his hips as his grip broke from the wheel completely to instead wrap arms around her waist, burying his face against her back as he clung to her, entire body shuddering beneath her. 

But his shaking was quickly overshadowed by the rough bouncing of the truck itself — her brain belatedly taking stock of the fact the wheel had been jerked sharply to the left, the sudden absence of his resisting force giving her no time to ease back her own and resulting in her steering the car off the road entirely. 

“Fuck!” she shouted in turn, attempting to jerk the wheel back in the direction of the road only to have the bumper meet the ledge of the ditch they’d swerved into — the arms wrapped around her waist all that kept her from flying from her seat again. Instead, she merely banged her head against the steering wheel as they were thrown forward, a harsh screech of metal against metal filling the air. 

She lifted head pulsing with pain to see the view of a solid wall of dirt greeting her, topped off with a mangled length of guardrail impaling the hood of the truck. 

“Well, now nobody gets it,” Jessie grumbled in defeat, kicking a boot against the door in frustration and crossing her arms over her chest. 

John slowly blinked bleary eyes to open, trailing along the length of the windshield to assess the damage before settling on her face. 

“I hope you’re satisfied,” he huffed, smoothing a hand over his hair as if it could help him to regain some composure. “This is the fruit of your labor,” he said, waving a hand at the wreckage in front of them. 

“Not as satisfied as some of us, maybe,” she scoffed, nodding down at his lap. 

He cleared his throat, turning his head away from her. “It was a very bumpy ride,” he said. He kept his gaze down, fingers slowly moving towards her waistband. “But I can make it up to you, if —”

“Oh, you’re gonna,” she spat back firmly, shifting in his lap to face him and shoving a hand against his collarbone. “Not like we’re fucking going anywhere,” she added with a roll of her eyes, sliding off of his lap and between the seats, pulling him along by the wrist towards the sleeper cabin behind them. 

Maybe they could get some use out of this stupid, hideous truck. He did recover fast, after all. 

And looked very pretty kneeling on the floorboards.

[hatake]

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[elliesbelle]

i’m so sorry that chapter 6 of nobody compares to you is taking foreverrrrr to be released but i’m truuuuuly trying to put my whole pussy into writing this cause i just wanna develop this story well and do these characters justice!!!! i’m being such a perfectionist about it and also i just keep going back and forth with these storylines and i’m just getting too much into my own head ahhhhhhhhh

[ivan-fyodorovich-k]

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