#...on both sides)

[inkskinned]

i love you vaccines i love you research i love you reading the book instead of having chatgpt summarize it i love you critically thinking rather than reacting to a headline i love you investigating the source material i love you science i love you math even though you are personally my enemy (math/yn slowburn) i love you writing even though you try to stab me a lot i love you Experts in Your Field i love you Using The Brain

[lazylittledragon]

welcome to my crack au where everything was fine and nothing bad ever happened to anyone

[helenvaughans]

[ellenchain]

Dear golden boy, whose love language is physical touch

[emfrots]

what's the term for the kink where you get off on being forced to admit stuff. where you don't like to talk about your embarrassing secrets unless someone is condescendingly teasing you about it and they're getting sadistic pleasure from your discomfort and they have you backed into a corner and you know they're not going to let you know peace unless you spill your guts to them. i get so insanely horny for that. but like. i would never fucking admit that though. you could not torture that information out of me

[nicoriice]

dropping these two cuties here

insipired by indigonite0

[5ummit]

Captain America: The Winter Soldier (2014) || Thunderbolts* (2025)

[skellyjingles]

coping mechanisms

[artkaninchenbau]

A h-heartfelt reunion..?

Bonus

[dianasprnce]

i feel like i’m interrupting something

[chloesimaginationthings]

Vanesss was NOT doing her job in FNAF movie

[proxycrit]

Day 47– The Lightning Temple

That giant unearthed mausoleum is rife with treasure! And horrors. Mostly horrors.

History is a wheel that spins slightly different each round.

(This totk rewrite au is called Familiar Familiar! It all starts when Zelda doesn’t get sent back in time and the butterfly effect devolved from there.)

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[itsmeglycine]

*sensually smooches and licks a pomegranate like a horny tiktok chef*

(Support me on my Ko-Fi! <3)

[socialistexan]

We all knew this was coming and I'm 100% going to be throwing this in the face of everyone who told me I was fearmongering or over exaggerating during the 2024 election.

This has been the goal of the electoral right for 70 years. Desegregation was literally the thing that caused the Evangelical Right to form.

And notice how this was a footnote in an executive order about "gender ideology," almost like bigotries are all connected and they're going to use attacking "gender ideology" as a Trojan Horse to jam through recinding all civil rights since a lot of y'all just decided trans people aren't worth fighting for.

And this shit is going to just keep rolling back.

[dannnyghost]

Stan and ford mess around in the computer lab

[seiwas]

just thought about stepdad bakugo being caught off guard the first time your teenage son calls him “dad” 🥺

it’s after years of being with you. their relationship isn’t bad by any means—it’s okay; it’s good. but your son has called him katsuki for the longest time, and he was happy with that, perfectly content even (at least, he thought he was).

it was enough that your boy dubbed his cooking “the best in the entire universe and beyond”; it was enough that your boy trusted him enough with a few harmless secrets that you may never know. it was enough that you’d both welcomed him into your home, into your lives, in a way that’s made him feel like he belongs.

it was enough (at least, he thought it was), until your kid comes home with a group of friends one day and they ask him, “who’s the guy in your backyard?”

between the scrapes of soil against his gardening shovel and mild hearing problems, katsuki shouldn’t have been able to hear anything—but he hears this loud and clear.

your kid tells his friends, “oh, that’s just my dad,” like it’s the most obvious, natural thing in the world and it hits katsuki square in the chest.

the next thing he knows, he’s smiling, eyes a little wet but not yet crying (—is what he’ll tell you later). it’s a small curve of his lips, but it stays plastered on until the moment you come home.

you wonder, when the three of you are cleaning up after dinner, “what’s got you all smiley today?”

he looks at you, back a little straighter and chest puffed out just a bit more. then, he glances at your son just an earshot away, wiping the table clean; he turns to you, mumbling, “tell ya ‘bout it later.”

(like he’s got all the pride in the world, like he’s got all the love in the world).