#Ahhhhhhhhhh

[chewyhanniebug]

XDINARY HEROES FOR HARPER'S BAZAAR KOREA

[serpentdaughter]

Scared!

[live-laugh-love-lupone]

OMG!!!!

guys, the cards are done!

[pogtiste]

I got reminded of Volts dialogue where he said he was a really good dancer- I had to do it justice

[pangur-and-grim]

OKAY I HAVE MONO? that’s the devil making me sick right now??

I started feeling it July 10th, but I think all the recent events have been prolonging its severity. the doctor said “just try to rest and take it easy,” and I was like “HHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAH YEAH YEAH, will do!”

[sheikfangirl]

Post-Botw. Zelda's first walk on Hateno beach. She got her body back and she's slowly but surely re-experiencing and reclaiming physical sensations.

Totally inspired by my friend @summonerluna's wonderful Zelink fanfiction "Worship the Ashes" (but they dont wear the same clothes in her beach scene) I will never recommend her fanfiction enough. Extremely canon-compliant, peak Zelda POV, peak world building... Peak Zelink yearning ❤️

Have a great one everyone

[taitavva]

body swap

[smalltown-if]

Smalltown, Nowhere (an Interactive Fiction game)

a slice-of-life game set in a small town with a focus on romantic, platonic, and family relationships

After getting laid off from your swanky job in the city, you are left with no choice but to move back to your rural hometown, Bridgewater, while you get your life back together. Your parents let you move into the apartment above their bar, with one condition- you pick up some shifts and help their once-popular bar get more customers again. But life in a small town can get messy quick, and even though Bridgewater comes with a lot of mess, it’s hard not to get attached to the small town and the people that reside in it. As you start to build a life here, you realize you have a big decision in your future: will you stay or will you go?

Play as female, male, transmasc, transfem, or nonbinary; gay, straight, bi, aro, or ace.

Customize your mc’s appearance

Develop your personality over the course of the book.

Romance one of 4 romanceable characters: your best friend, their (moody) twin sibling, a single parent, or the kind but mysterious bartender.

Develop friendships with the cast.

Customize the bar: choose a theme, decorate, set the vibes.

Make a big decision: do you stay in your hometown, or move away again?

Make decisions that impact your reputation in the town.

Get involved with the town: volunteer at local businesses, help plan town events, and get to know the people of Bridgewater.

Apply for jobs in the city… or procrastinate.

all gender selectable

Spencer | 28 : Spencer has been your best friend since childhood, but you haven’t lived in the same place since you were 18. For the last ten years, you’ve stayed in touch, but living 2 minutes away again will be completely different. Spencer is kind, funny, and creative, and there’s not much they wouldn’t do for you.

Spencer has dark brown hair, brown eyes, and tan skin. m!Spencer has medium length wavy hair and is 5’11. f!Spencer’s falls to her chest and is slightly wavy. f!Spencer is 5’8.

Arden | 28 : Arden runs Bridgewater’s community center and is the glue that holds the town together. They’re generous, patient, and mature- or so you’re told. They’ve never acted like that toward you. Arden is Spencer’s twin, and you’ve just been their sibling’s friend who’s always around, and always annoying. Moving back to Bridgewater could be a chance to start fresh, or you can pick up right where you left off.

Arden has dark brown hair, brown eyes, tan skin, and a small scar above their right eyebrow. m!Arden has medium length, slighty wavy hair and is 5’11. f!Arden’s hair is mid-back length and wavy and she is 5’8.

if Arden and Spencer are the same gender, they are identical twins.

Noel/le | 31 : Noel/le is a history teacher, the coach of the local high school’s football team and an occasional musician at the bar. A relative newcomer to Bridgewater, N moved here after the birth of their daughter, Tatum, in order to be closer to Tatum’s other parent. Noel/le is gentle, responsible, active, and cautious- especially when it comes to who they let into their life.

Noel/le has pale, freckled skin and green eyes. Noel has short light brown hair, broad shoulders, and he stands at 6’1. Noelle’s hair ends between her jaw and shoulder, and she stands at 5’10. Noel/le has a toned build.

Kit | 30 : Kit moved to town a few months after you left and works for your parents as a bartender when they aren’t studying at a nearby college. In your absence, they became close with your parents. Despite this, Kit is one of the few people in Bridgewater who doesn’t seem to be here permanently. Kit is hardworking, intelligent, and extremely driven. They have a lot they want to achieve, and romance just doesn’t fit into that.

Kit has rich brown skin and brown eyes. m!Kit has buzzcut and is 6’0, and f!Kit’s long hair is in many braids that reach mid-back and is 5’9. Kit has a lithe body.

smalltown, nowhere is rated 18+ for (optional) NSFW scenes.

[pochiperpe90]

A battle thousands of years in the making. The Old Guard 2 arrives July 2.

[tojigasm]

Thinking of boyfriend!Bucky babying you as a part two to this <3

Bucky really loves to just take care of you. and over time, he's become progressively worse at being able to hold himself back in doing so.

Now, anytime there's a moment of peace while the two of you are out, a hand is coming up to rest at the dip of your back; scratching or massaging gently.

The touch always leaves you a rendered a little lazy - it's almost as if he's found your 'off' button, and suddenly, you feel as though you've slipped into a gentle and quiet headspace.

He's evil.

"Y'ready to go?" he asks, the grocery bags held in one hand.

It takes you a moment to realize he's paid and everythings been bagged.

your mouth feels dry.

you nod.

on the way out to the car, his hand stays at the dip of your back, circling against the fabric of your shirt.

Once the bags are loaded into the backseat of his truck, he's holding your hand and helping you into the passenger seat.

"Y'got it?" he asks, plush lips pulled into a soft smile.

Or there's other times where he's got you sat on the floor between his legs while he braids your hair while the two of you watch TV.

It always starts with: "Can you brush my hair, Buck?"

He'll never admit it, but he counts the minutes until you ask him; he's found it most common that you'll ask around the 15-minute mark of a film or TV episode.

When he brushes your hair, he's so gentle that you could cry.

his hands scratch at your scalp, and he'll hold your head straight with a hand at the back of your neck, massaging the tense muscles or simply just reminding you that he's there with you.

When you start to get droopy from his touch, he'll smooth your hair behind your ear and press a kiss to your temple.

"Y'tried, baby?" is his favroite thing to ask when you get like that.

You make a lazy attempt to appear awake, but you always end up falling asleep with your face pressed into one of his knees or head resting atop one of his thighs.

and it's even worse when he's balls deep in you and your legs are thrown over his shoulder and he's so heavy on top of you that all you can do is take what he gives you.

the girth of him and angle already has you delerious. You're struggling to focus on him, and then he leans down and presses a long kiss to your forehead.

You instantly grab hold of his forearms and sob.

He smoothes your hair back from where it sticks to your brow, saying softly: "Hey, there, pretty girl."

Then theres other times when you've just had a horribly terrible day, and you just need to turn off your brain.

He'll come home to you wrapped up in blankets on the couch and immediately pull you into his lap while running his hands up and down the soft of your back.

"Wanna tell me what happened?"

"No." You grumble into his neck.

You feel him nod against you and shuffle to sink further into the couch, pulling you closer against him as his thighs spread beneath you.

"Can you do that thing you do?" you ask, pressing a soft kiss to his collar.

Bucky gives a hum and brings a hand up to guide your jaw towards him, where he meets you in a gentle kiss.

you isntantly melt into him; your brows furrowing as you whimper against his lips.

Bucky pulls back to guide you by the arm, helping you to sit down between his thighs.

the anticipation of his touch brings a chill to your spine, and you shiver invoulntaerrily -- earning an amused chuckle from the man behind you.

his hands start at the base of your neck and raise up to the top of your scalp, massaging and stroking your soft skin.

You're instantly melting into his touch with a sigh, leaning back against the bottom of the couch and tilting your head back.

He's gentle as his fingers trace intricate lines and shapes against the skin of your scalp and down the base of your neck.

The contrasting touch of the cool metal of his hand and the heat of his other settles relaxation over your nerves.

The quiet and soft hum of the AC in Bucky's bedroom of the compound soothes you over, and you can feel yourself driffting asleep as your eyes fall shut.

Bucky's hands continue down to your shoulders and behind your ears -- applying a firm and releaxing pressure to your muscles.

"y'feel good, baby?" he coos, nails grazing the tip of your hairline.

you mumble something incorreherently, dropping your head to rest against the inside of his knee.

Bucky chuckles and drags the backs of his knuckles down the side of your neck, leaving goosebumps in their wake.

He does this for a few more moments before bringing his hand down to your jaw, gently stroking the curve of it as he drags you to the side to press a kiss on your lips.

And then theres the times where the two of you are out driving and he just hands you his phone to play whatever music you wanna listen to.

"I can play what I want?" You sometimes ask.

And he just gives you a gentle nod while smiling, eyes focused on yours from behind his sunglasses.

"'Course y'can, sweetie."

He'll sing along to whatever you put on without a single complaint and all the while holding your hand in his as he drives.

He loves you so much and finds so much comfort in being able to take care of you and tease you all the same.

[chifuya]

when umemiya and sakura does

[nickelwick]

This is the description for Ninjago Legends Monstrosity:

A whole spinoff season? That's 2D?? FOR KAI????

As a Kai stan this doesn't feel real. Maybe I'm trapped in an Inception dream, because there is NO WAY, in 2025, that we're getting a darker ninjago property with KAI as the protagonist.

HOW IS THIS HAPPENING--

[dragmy]

Home

Complete comic

I love em sooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo much <3

[satan-offical]

[radiance1]

Some what of a link to this little ficlet.

The Curse of twins.

Damian didn't know where or when his Grandfather had heard of this specific variation of the curse. But it didn't matter.

He did not need two heirs, so the result would have remained the same regardless.

It went like this:

"Two halves of the same whole, one always limiting the other, only when one half is removed can the other become whole."

Damian, at the time, did not know exactly what it had meant.

But the result was that he had to slay his own brother, or his brother to slay him, for the one remaining to become 'whole.'

Damian despised it. Despised how after he had slain his brother it had worked.

He did not need to worry about or fret over his younger sibling, he had a new drive to gain more and more strength, more efficiency within the League's teachings because of the fact he was not strong enough.

In the end, he had become, 'whole.'

Damian did not regret killing his brother, no. He regretted that he was not strong enough to not have to, not strong enough to look the 'curse' in its face and declared that he need not be whole, that he was strong enough to remain 'half.'

In an odd twist of fate, it worked in his brother's favor as well.

His brother returned from death, yet not from the League's methods. As a ghost, stronger than he was before, with powers granted to him from his status of the dead.

He, too, had become 'whole.'

Was Damian have meant to slay his brother?

Was this both of their fates? Wherein Danny had to die, and Damian live?

Was Damian never supposed to be strong enough to protect his brother in life, and only able to do so in death?

Could Damian never, no matter the circumstances, stop the two of them from becoming 'whole?'

If, granted a second chance, would everything still remain the same?

He knew the answer.

Yes.

Danny was too soft, too kind, too emotional, too childlike to survive what the League had and would have continued to demand of him.

If Damian had not killed him then, then he would have died later to other means.

At least, with the duel ending in Damian's favor, he could ensure Danny be granted a swift, peaceful and merciful end.

Anything else, Damian would be unsure.

So yes, if granted a second chance, Damian would kill him again.

And again.

And again.

As much as he needed to, not to become 'whole' but to ensure his demise be kind. Kind as Danny was, as gentle as Damian could manage with warmth that paled in comparison to Danny's own but much more than the League would have been capable of.

Damian felt, and saw, the slightest dip on the bed in the spot beside him and knew Danny was there. Silent and unseen by Damian's request.

There were no bugs within this room.

Damian had already checked every nook, cranny, and crevice he could find and manage.

He had already trapped the door to make him aware for if one of his 'siblings' (He hated that referral. There were no other 'siblings,' he had and has only one.) decided to make their presence known and if they managed to not trigger it, the room was as well.

Damian leaned over, hooking arm around Danny and pulling him close.

He could allow himself this, for this brief moment.

(Danny was cold. So, so cold.)

(It was both something he despised and took comfort in.)

(He despised how it was the reminder of how he failed, of the strength he lacked, of what he was incapable of.)

(It was a comfort. Because Danny was still there, still here even if only in death.)

He wrapped his other arm around Danny, and felt his younger brother return the gesture.

Yes, this. He could allow himself.

For the briefest of moments.

(3)

[slutforpringles]

Daniel Ricciardo in LA | 26.04.2025