#FOR A LONG TIME

[allwehearisradiosilence]

1710 pages and we are finally talking about Nicks trauma. F i n a l l y

[hedwig221b]

I've got the random sterek idea for a short fic that got me like this and I fear you WILL get a May fic after all...

[starfruitsomething]

@netflix

[foryoupeko]

Note to self of things I wanna draw but I gotta post it to keep myself accountable

Toko: You read that? You read porn?

Taka: I read your book that just so happens to be porn!

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Tenko: yum! You can taste the estrogen in this whopper!

Tsumugi: They killed a trans cow???

(impossible whoppers has trace amount of estrogen in it, real tiny amount)

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Post canon sdr2 where Kazuichi makes a little BB gun out of trash. Kazuichi, Sonia, and Akane are shooting cans when Fuyuhiko calls them in for dinner. Kaz says they’ll come in when they shoot all the cans. They’re all doing badly so Fuyuhiko grabs the gun and shoots all the cans in one try. Kazuichi and Sonia finally realized that day that Fuyuhiko might be hot.

[sunsburns]

thinking so hard abt a drummer like castellen with his strong arms and when he’s preforming and he’s all sweating like his hair….umm😥😘

phew i like the way you think 🤭 no cause imagine going to a show and he’s literally in his element. head bopping to the beat, red cheeks, shirt sticking to him like a second skin while he twirls the drum sticks with his fingers… like?? hello? and maybe he’ll have a mic propped near by so he can also be back vocals, so every once in a while he’d lean to the side and sing in a low, raspy voice before turning back to smacking the drums with the sticks EEKK

[dramalove247]

Watching Cherry Magic (Japan):

🐈 Kat: *said very seriously* They almost got Emmalian married

[not-poignant]

Excerpt from chapter 50 of A Stain that Won't Dissolve:

‘Uh, Seb?’ Maru’s voice was thinner. ‘Yeah?’ ‘So I’m gay,’ she said. ‘Really just...gay. He doesn’t know.’ Sebastian was staring at his screensaver, and then he looked at her, and then there was a sound as his chair clunked back into place when he stopped leaning back in it. ‘You- Huh?’ Maru laughed nervously. ‘I hope you don’t think I’m copying you or anything.’ ‘I don’t think that.’ ‘I wanted to say something when I realised but then I thought you might be mad at me.’ ‘I’m not mad at you,’ Sebastian said, serious and gentle like he could be with Alex sometimes, rolling his chair forward until it was at the kitchen table. ‘I wouldn’t be mad about something like that. How long have you known?’ ‘Not- Well, not that long. I tried dating, but I just couldn’t really get into any guys! I thought for a while I was meant to be into science, not sexually, but in a- Oh, I don’t know. Save me from this conversation, please.’ ‘You’re fine,’ Sebastian said. ‘I wish you’d told me. I wish I’d made you feel you could have told me. You obviously thought I’d be a dick about it.’

[apple-pie-fly]

dude i re read a poem i learned in like the 5th grade and it's LITERALLY just about Siffrin but IT'S IN RUSSIAN. WHAT THE FUCK DO I DOOOOO LERMONTOV P L E A S E. THE "Мцыри" FUCKS SO HARD BLEEEEEEEEASE

the longing for a home you've never known. the need to meet people like you. the knowledge that despite you being compatriots, you'll never understand them. you're willing to die if that meant finally reaching your home for the first time. you don't know your language, but you remember glimpses of speaking to your father in it. you remember taking care of your sisters.

you see someone like you. you're too afraid to move. they leave. you never see them again.

you want to be embraced so badly that being ripped apart by a tiger is the most pleasure you've ever felt in your life. you know that that beast is the thing that understood you the most out of anyone you've ever known.

man i WILL find an english translation and i WILL incorporate it into fanart mark my fucking words

[raghhhhhyperfixations]

Hal x Jordan soulmate prompt

When Bruce was four years of age, he was playing with crayons while Martha and his father were busy dressing up for a night to celebrate a promotion someone he didn’t exactly know got.

And suddenly on his arms was blue pen, it appeared and he didn’t even notice small stars and rockets when he did notice he tried to lick at his thumb and scrub it away before he got in trouble but it wouldn’t disappear so he rushed to Alfred, seeing the unfortunate look of despair on his face he picked him up and checked his arm.

And suddenly his expression of worry turned into something much, much softer before the drawings suddenly disappeared like they had been scrubbed off but instead of explaining it to him, he simply put Bruce down and went to go to Thomas and Martha.

It was the first appearance in his life of these ‘strange markings’ and he felt frustrated and confused and by hell wondering what it was.

When Bruce was six he understood what the markings were or had a vague idea, soulmates a thing he’d read in a few books, bound by strings of fate or a cruel joke of the universe was actually real and he had one.

Some were destined never to meet theirs or some never loved theirs only intention to be friends and yet he had a soulmate the discovery of this somehow had been when Bruce had broken a bone also an unfortunate event.

And leslie came to inspect him, Alfred nowhere nearby had somehow ruined his fountain pen, exploding it with ink, he peered in to come and collect a cloth and suddenly in the moment, Leslies hands were stained with the same bright black colour too.

And they knew.

But the look of shame in Alfred’s eyes made him turn his back on his soulmate and walk away and Leslie seemed to accept that with a disheartened sigh.

Soulmates.

He tried to test if his parents were soulmates by purposefully fiddling with the mechanics in a pen and placing it down for his father to use but by the time he could rush to his mother he never saw any marks, take that theory as you will, they were or they weren’t.

He found it was more common then not to get with someone who wasn’t your soulmate because waiting around for your ‘one true love’ was a chance nobody really wanted to take so they didn’t and even if they found their soulmate while loving someone else.

It was more often they rejected that soulmate.

So why call them soulmates? Destined to be together but never being? he didn’t exactly understand it as a child, moving on from someone just to meet them and not love them? He didn’t really, really didn’t.

He was eight when his parents passed away, blood stained on each others body and hands, not only ink but blood too, all the times he’d gotten a nosebleed that wouldn’t wipe away or so he thought, a random papercut, no blood stains your soulmate too.

And he learnt his parents were indeed soulmates just in the horrible awful way.

It splattered along his shoes and over his nails, Hal jordan at the time was ten when his nails were covered in blood while he was trying to learn how to ride a bike, falling over and scraping his knees, he knew the blood wasn’t his.

That day the two little details made them worry about a soulmate they had never met, Bruce went home numb to find slight blood on his knees and that day Hal had blood covering his nails almost all day, disappearing until sundown.

When Bruce got older he got in more danger, more blood and in return so did hal when he became Green lantern, alien blood covered Bruce and Human blood covered Green lantern.

One time Hal had attempted to talk to him, sat down in the large corps cafeteria snagging a pen away from kilowag.

“Hey i was using that-“ Kilowag went to complain but was shut down by a simple wave by hal who bit onto the pen lid and took it off, his suit dissipating around his arm as he stretched it out.

“You bleed a lot, it all yours?” Hal wrote on his arm eyebrows pinching together before he wiped it off as best as possible.

“Why do you care.” came the response appearing on his arm.

“Huh, rude.” Hal huffed and it disappeared with a splat of blood and he wrote on his arm again smiling at himself. “You ain’t a villain are you?” He wiped it off as quickly as he could.

“No i’m a billionaire.” came the response disappearing just as quickly as it appeared.

“Liar.” Hal responded having no time to write more before Kilowag snatched his pen away looking at himself in confusion.

“What is it you’re doing?” Kilowag asked. “Weird human traditions.” He shook his head disapprovingly at the lantern.

“It’s a soulmate thing.” Hal declared wiping across the ‘Liar’ on his arm. “Humans, we uh, can draw on our arms and our soulmate can see it, you know? It appears on them.”

“Again humans? Weird.” again this time it was Tomar-re’s response.

Bruce was late twenties at best when he met Selina, she was cunning, charming and everything he thought he desired, she was a criminal yes but well he’s sure he could move past that.

Spolier alert: he couldn’t. Sometimes his hands would be holding hers too tight, he would look at her too longingly and something in him shattered when he discovered when she wasn’t the one who called him a ‘liar’.

When she wasn’t the one who had written to him with handwriting rushed that said. ‘So great billionaire, you up to buying me a date?’ with a squashed ‘sometime.’ at the end.

And she was crushed too and their relationship from their was fleeting, he knew what he had to do as batman and in the end it was just burning but he knew he respected and loved his former fiance, missing kisses, longing looks. He kissed her.

As for Selina, well, he knew it was a fling, a fleeting romance that resulted in damian, he knew they weren’t soulmates when she jokingly drew a circle on his arm and nothing happened on hers however she didn’t seem too distraught.

Bruce was thirty six when he was in a justice league meeting and Hal was thirty eight, the marker broke and splattered all over his hands (I know he wears gloves but the claws and markers at the watchtower didn’t work well, wearing some of his older gloves.)

He was doing one of his boring lectures and Hal was dozing away and Bruce was covered in ink and he realised too late because it blended into the gloves so when he moved up and rubbed at his chin it stained, no current tissues available so he told them to stay put while he walked off to go clean up.

Frustrated, angry and when Hal looked at what Barry was gesturing at, he took the time to look at his reflection the same stain on his chin and he shot up and pushed off his chair and rushed towards where Bruce was going, they’d known each other for years, had never even suspected the grumpy brooding bat to be his soulmate.

And made his way into the bathroom, Bruce glanced up, his gloves were off and into the sink, the water staining with ink while he rubbed his chin with a tissue and Hal moved over, stepping a bit too close and he stammered.

And-

“Can i kiss you?” Hal finally got out.

“..Yeah.” Bruce was, maybe a tad dumbfounded himself and dealing with a lot of complex emotions. “Wait hold on i’ve still got ink-“ Hal got his yes and was moving forward pushing, slamming Bruce into the wall, slipping his cowl off to kiss him.

Kiss him until his hair was messy and and his hands were probably touching far too many intimate places, the stuttered breaths, the gasps, he was glad he waited.

“So,” Hal licked his lips. “You weren’t lying about being a billionaire Bruce.”

“You called me a liar.” Bruce narrowed his eyes remembering.

“Hey, hey, you got me covered in an unfair amount of human blood.” Hal’s hands wandering down to touch and feel around his chest, his hand lowering to his stomach.

Bruce arched and Hal grinned a bit too viciously.

“You got me covered in alien blood, fair is fair.” Bruce breathlessly found his words, Hal looking his suit up and down his hands stopping on his naval with a quiet question. “Words, hal.”

“Can i?” Hal almost sounded pleading, begging.

“We have a meeting-“ Bruce reminded and Hal gave him that look again like ‘i’ve been waiting thirty years Bruce.’ “…Okay, okay.”

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“Did they forget we can hear them?” Someone says.

Martian manhunter simply smiles like he’s long since started thinking of other things and Superman turns his head away his face a beetroot red.

“I wasn’t even- aware they liked each other, like that.” Arthur stated letting out a huff. “Well, a new congratulations is in order when they return no?”

“No, buddy, no.” Oliver placed a hand on Arthur’s table and shook his head. “They’re… not returning, if knowing Bruce, they’ll be heading for the batcave.”

“I didn’t need to know that.” Barry looks up to the ceiling.

“None of us did.” Diana retorts back.

“Congratulations after then.” Arthur mumbles.

[jaredwalkersam]

Jared Padalecki Week | Day 6 - friends

[dragzo]

What if Red Son embraced his celestial heritage?

[themumblingmouse]

Hey!!!! Hope you are fine. I want to know about your Dragon Age OCs :)

Dangerous question to ask, I could talk about them forever, lmao.

Long post incoming, apparently asdfjlk;

The best representation is probably this comm that I literally just got from @pinayelf

My warden, Theron Surana, romancer of Zevran and divorcee of Morrigan.

(Though very involved father after she lets him in Kieran's life after the events of the witch hunt dlc!)

He's....not the nicest person. Not actively bad, necessarily, but practical to a fault and largely concerned with himself. He betrayed Jowan, sacrificed connor's mom to get rid of the demon, helped Sereda Aeducan take back the throne from her brother Behelen, who she then immediately has executed, and pushes Alistair into the throne and marriage with Anora.

He honestly ends up better friends with the awakening crew than the origins crew overall since he isn't as focused on just...surviving, and doing whatever he thinks is necessary to ensure his survival. He abandons the wardens after the events of Adamant to go searching for a cure for the calling. He doesn't find it, but does manage to find ways to slow it down. Spends veilguard split between helping Zev form a temporary truce with the crows in order to help Treviso deal with the blight and leading the fight against the blight in the south. Forces him to work closely again with Alistair, which is awkward for both of them. Being close with Morrigan, he had more warning than most about what was happening.

This comm was meant to represent my protags around the time of veilguard, and my Hawke is in the fade, so...rip. He was a red Hawke who romanced anders, though!

(I'm debating pretending we got to rescue the person in the fade, so my now messed up Garrett gets to come home to Anders and Bethany who love him unconditionally regardless ;-;)

My Inquisitor, Rasanon Mahanon Lavellan, my son, my child, my unabashed favorite. Currently very slowly working on my novelization of his story, as I am completely normal about him.

Romancer of Iron Bull, Situationship haver with Solas, and already a father of an 8 year old daughter at the start of dai, Sulana Assana Lavellan. (Side note, making their first and middle names rhyme was in fact, not intentional)

His biggest driving force has and always will be his family and his people, and there's nothing he wouldn't do for them, regardless of the cost to himself (or to others! Which at a couple of points definitely causes friction between him and the dai advisors). Bull curbs that a little-obviously not making him love his family less, but being willing to prioritize himself once in a blue moon.

He disbanded the Inquisition and was determined to save Solas. A friend of mine [redacted] doodled this a while ago after me saying I think his feelings towards Solas are a big reason Varric was leading the search in the field and not him. I think it sums up their relationship pretty well -

His now adult daughter becomes one of Rook's companions, so Ras is definitely more involved in datv than the inquisitor is canonically, and is extremely unhappy about his daughter being directly in danger. She wouldn't be much better off in the south, though, so there's not much he can do besides focusing on saving the world...again.

Though Sula being in the lighthouse means she also gets to have uncomfortable moments of the entire veilguard finding out together just how close her dad was with the Dread Wolf, lmao.

Kaius Mercar, my wonderful rook, and probably my one and only DA protag I can say is just full on a good person. I gave him an unnecessarily complicated background, where he was being happily raised by the Mercar family before his adoptive dad accused magister bataris of being Venatori around the time of dai, when Kai was 15-16. Bataris used some bullshit loopholes in Tevinter law to legally forcibly take Kai as a slave in response (based loosely on the line Alexius says in dai about the mages not having legal standing in Tevinter and having to be indentured).

He's rescued by Viper six years later, and voila, we have a new shadow dragon.

He also ends up feeling like he's close to Solas, as more than any other da protag, he's forced to hide any fear or negative emotions he has from his friends. It makes Solas's betrayal at the end hurt that much more.

I'm still working out his canon, but I can say Lace, Bellara, and Neve are his besties, and Neve and Lace both fill the roles of sort of second and commands when necessary.

And I'll stop there before this becomes somehow even longer!

[plasticbabyart]

Another WIP while km busy studying- Some Stealth Elf backstory !!

Since I've merged Reignited (The idea that Spyro was adopted and is Dragon Royalty) and Skylanders, I only thought it fair to expand Elfs story-

Raised by a tree in her early years, Elf was found by Master Eon who took her to the Academy to train as a hero- She was never officially adopted by Eon, only trained by him, but her personal connection with him ended soon after Spyro came along.

[buttsonthebeach]

I wish I knew more about tarot so I could have headcanons about which OC is which

[lucifer-kane]

I don't really engage myself in Overwatch lore stuff anymore but seeing the new Solider 76 short story about his late boyfriend and it's written by one of my favorite writers, Melissa Scott. I WILL be reading that bc she's really good with things that pull my heart when it comes to characters describing those they love