#*SCREECHING FOREVER*

[egophiliac]

some more Twst pokemon as my brain melts at the impending episode 7 drop tomorrow! ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ

I went with Gholdengo and Cufant for Kalim, and Seviper and Malamar for Jamil! I went back and forth a looooot on whether to give Malamar to Jamil or Azul, but ultimately I think it just fits Jamil better. (Seviper was a given though)

[limerlove]

modern regency romance, enemies to lovers, violet in her mid-twenties running a bar where she services the rich and privileged in her father’s life-long legacy passed down to her. as she tries to make a name for herself, she meets you…a woman of high standard with money and influence nearly bleeding from your fingertips, every man of high society begging for your hand. they all want the fortune, the woman who has yet to be swooned by a single man, the duchess who proclaims she will marry by the end of the season, but vi comes to spoil all your plans. in all of the wrong ways.

[rebouks]

Previous // Next

Aster: I can’t believe Robin actually broke Tit’s nose. Levi: Uh-huh. Aster: Did you see it-.. what happened? Levi: He broke his nose. Aster: You know what I mean, like.. what’d he say? Levi: I don’t know.. he just got mad n’ basically told everyone to leave Alex alone, then Titus started on him. Aster: Did he yell? Levi: Kinda, I guess-.. why’re you so obsessed with him? Aster: I’m not! Levi: Okay. Aster: I’m fucking not! Levi: I said okay! Aster: Yeah, but you said it weird-.. I’m not obsessed with anyone! Levi: O.K.A.Y. Aster: Why’re you being such a jerk? Levi: I’m not! Aster: You are-.. you’ve been so moody recently, what’s the matter with you? Levi: Oh my god. Aster: Is it because of Penny? Like, I know she made out wi-… Levi: SHUT UP! Aster: I’m just saying-… Levi: Well, maybe I don’t want you to say anything. Aster: Fine. Levi: Are we gonna play this stupid fucking game or what? Aster: Maybe I don’t wanna play with you anymore. Levi: [scoffs] Fine. Aster: FINE!

[volkarnage]

DORYM NATION JUST WON EVERYTHING TONIGHT HOLY FUCK I'M SCREECHING

actually cackled when liam slipped and said orym grabbed DORYM'S hand instead of dorian's ;sldkf;sldkf;sldkf fuck

[isabelleadjani]

SHANNYN SOSSAMON as Marisol DEVOUR (2005) dir. David Winkler

[ghostpebble]

JAMBOUND CHAPTER 24. HOW DOES EVERY CHAPTER GET MORE DEVASTATING THAN THE LAST

[all-or-nothing-baby]

the wild symbrockiness of it all is absolutely not lost on me in venom the last dance trailer when we get that statement from venom that ends with ...has found us (following a spectacularly pregnant pause) coming after the beautiful: “eddie, MY HOME...”

[ricky-mortis]

Howdy hello- guess who made a wings au :)

More to come with this eventually- I’m working on my designs for other characters at the moment, but for now we’ve got Red-Tailed Hawk for Curt and Eagle Owl for Owen.

For DMA I had Barn Owl wings because a) Barn Owls are beautiful and I wanted to draw the wings for them, and more importantly, b) Owen would probably want to disguise his wings, and it would make sense if it was as a different type of owl. I just assume he’d dye his feathers in some way or another. Look- just don’t think about it too much.

[rillils]

pairing: Steve Rogers/Bucky Barnes rating: T wordcount: 1794 tags: pre-serum Steve, pre-serum Bucky, Meet Joe Black AU, mystery, identity porn-ish, supernatural elements, modern AU notes: written for the prompt N1 - Supernatural Fiction from my @wintershieldbingo card. I started working on the manip for laughs, which then became torture (😭), and I don't know what possessed me to also write a blurb to go with it, but here it is I guess? Also, it's probably kinda unintelligible if you've never watched the film 🥺 summary: One day, Steve Rogers meets a lovely young man at a diner, and his heart skips a beat. That night, the same young man turns up unexpectedly at a family dinner - but there's something eerily different about him. Like he's not even the same person at all.

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There’s something unsettling about Jay Barnes. Something in the way his pale gray eyes take Steve in as though he could unravel all that Steve is, down to the well-worn fabric of his soul. Parcel him out into bundles of bones and flesh and sinews, and tell him from what ancient stars each of his parts came from: what breathless corner of the cosmos brewed the carbon, the iron, the calcium wrapped up in the milky spread of Steve’s skin, one thousand endless eons ago.

It sends a shiver down Steve’s spine.

Barnes was nothing like this when Steve first met him, all of twelve hours ago.

The man Steve accidentally spilled his coffee on, earlier today, was an easygoing guy with a smile like a movie star and a hint of a Brooklyn drawl coloring his effortless sweet talk, and Steve was all too glad to let himself be sweet-talked into accepting his number and promising he’d be there again tomorrow, same time, same place, same coffee order – and maybe a blueberry danish to share.

There was a warmth about him, easy and engaging, that made Steve feel at home with him almost instantly.

He was a friendly face then; but when Steve looks at him now, at that same dimpled chin, at the perfect bow of those same lips, all he sees is the face of a stranger.

The difference between the two is so jarring, he has to wonder if he didn’t step into a parallel universe by mistake, sometime between leaving work and walking in uncle Abe’s living room.

“The young man I met at the diner this morning. The one who introduced himself as Bucky,” Steve begins, quietly, when he and Barnes are alone in the library, and the filling warmth from dinner is starting to churn bitterly in the pit of his stomach. “He was sweet, and charming, and he lit up the room with his presence.” He wets his lips, swallows past the dryness in his throat. “I liked him, I don’t mind admitting to it. I would have loved to grab that coffee with him, one of these days.”

He pauses, watching Barnes’ expression carefully; drinking in every smooth, dispassionate line of it, as unnervingly blank as a clean slate.

Bucky’s eyes held so much life in them, he seemed to be bursting with it. His smile turned Steve’s knees into butter, and when he left that diner, winking at Steve on his way out, his number saved on Steve’s phone and Steve’s coffee staining the breast of his dress shirt, a grin on his lips like he’d just won the lottery, Steve’s blood sang so sweetly, he was sure he could have eaten up the whole world today.

But Barnes.

There’s a coldness to him – though not of the cruel sort. It’s more like– more like the quiet coldness of winter, deep, deep in the heart of January, on those early mornings when everything is coated in thick white snow, and the silence swallows up even the tiniest whisper of sound. He seems forged out of something that is both holy and hopelessly inhuman, something distant, alien, and the thought makes Steve’s arms prickle with goosebumps.

He can’t even fathom trying to reconcile one man with the other.

“Where is that young man now, Mr. Barnes?” he asks, unable to keep this eerie feeling at bay any longer. “‘Cause I see you wearing his face, but– it’s like I’m looking at an entirely different person tonight.”

A delicate frown forms above the bridge of Barnes’ nose. He shifts uncomfortably on his feet; the set of his shoulders sitting a little too stiffly, his arms held a little too awkwardly at his sides, like he’s never had to stand in front of anyone before.

“I’ve disappointed you,” Barnes says, his voice soft, gentle even. “I’m sorry.”

Steve shrugs his shoulder. He is disappointed, that much is true – he just thinks it’s rude of Barnes to acknowledge it out loud.

“I just want to know which one is the real you,” Steve says, looking Barnes sharply in the eye. “Is it the guy who flirted with me this morning and promised I would fall in love with him by the time I finished my pancakes? Or the mysterious, impassive businessman who appeared in my uncle’s life out of the blue, and acts as though he actually belongs in it?”

The crease on Barnes’ brow turns somewhat apologetic. He looks down at his freshly shined shoes for a moment, nearly shy, and clasps his hands behind his back.

“I’m afraid the man you see before you now is the one who will stick around,” he tells Steve softly, “for however long my business with your uncle will keep me in town – and in his house, and in his life.”

“Ah, your business with my uncle, of course, how could I forget,” Steve snaps, raking his fingers through his hair with an impatient gesture. “You know, I’ve been worried about him for a while now, because Abraham– he’s just the kind of guy who will take care of everyone else before he takes care of himself, right? And his health isn’t what it used to be, but you know what they say – doctors make the worst patients and all. So he keeps telling me that everything’s fine, really Steven, no need to fuss over him, he’s a grown man and he can look after himself just fine, thank you very much. And then you come along,” he adds, pointing an accusing finger in Barnes’ direction, “and suddenly there’s this secret business that nobody’s allowed to talk about, or ask about, or God forbid, even think about, and we’re all just supposed to ignore the tall dark and handsome elephant in the room.”

Unsurprisingly, Barnes remains silent, studying him with those pale eyes of his.

Steve can’t help the urge to turn away from them, looking around the room in search of a distraction from the emotions roiling unpleasantly in his stomach.

Uncle Abe’s library has always been a safe haven to Steve, ever since he was a little kid walking out of school with more black eyes and bloody noses than he cared to explain to his mother. Back in the day, curled up in Abe’s cozy wingback chair with a book spread over his lap, he could breathe in the familiar scent of old paper and dust and beeswax polish, and let the rest of the world fade away for a few blissful hours.

The room still smells the same – still cloaked in the vanilla sweetness of ripe yellowed pages, and beeswax to keep uncle Abe’s antique escritoire nice and shiny – but none of it seems able to soothe Steve now.

“Something just doesn’t add up here, you know?” he says, ignoring the prickly feeling of being watched so closely by Barnes. “Abe says that the two of you are old friends, but I’ve known him my entire life, and somehow he’s never once mentioned your name before. He says you’re only here to assist him with this obscure job of his, and yet you’ve got him hanging on your lips, and he seems to look for your approval for every single word that comes out of his mouth, which– it doesn’t– It doesn’t make sense! None of this makes any fucking sense.”

It's only the fine pinpricks of pain in the palms of his hands that make Steve realize how tightly he’s been clenching his fists. He tries to release the tension, but he can’t bring himself to do it. Not when he’s looking up in the fathomless depths of Barnes’ eyes. Not when the questions he really wants to ask are loaded right there on the tip of his tongue, ready to slip out.

“Why are you really here? Who are you, Mr. Barnes?”

There. That is the heart of it.

The silence that follows Steve’s words is so loud, it’s almost deafening.

Barnes steps closer, treading soundlessly on the rich Persian rug lining the wooden floor.

There’s something – something in the way he moves – something in the way he exists in his space, that makes the very air surrounding him feel charged, as if he commanded it; as if he were the one to give air a name, countless lifetimes ago. Even Time seems to move with him, to his own measured rhythm, each slow second waiting at Barnes’ fingertips.

His gaze feels heavy where it touches Steve’s skin, dense with the weight of gravity. Steve couldn’t look away if he tried.

“I’m just a traveler passing through,” Barnes says, in his soft, gentle voice. He’s standing so close enough for Steve to breathe him in.

Bucky had smelled like toothpaste and a hint of aftershave, and the rich aroma of fresh coffee wafting in from his mug.

Barnes smells like nothing at all.

Like the cold. Like the wind. Like the stretch of years and years between two points in time.

“For so long, I have watched the world rush past my window, without ever truly touching it,” Barnes continues, the soft gray of his irises gleaming as he drinks Steve in, unraveling him. (All that he is, Steve remembers. All that he’ll ever be.) “Today, I finally found it in me to step off the train and into the crowd, to taste this world I’ve only ever seen from afar. But now... I feel lost.”

He sounds so helpless, in that way that people are when they find themselves at the beginning or at the end of their life, lacking the strength to move in a body that doesn’t obey them yet – or anymore. It’s so terribly, painfully human, it makes the inside of Steve’s chest ache.

“Will you be my friend, Steven? For however long is given us to stand in the same crowd?”

Steve’s gaze falls on the bow of Barnes’ lips, the downturned corners of his mouth signaling his unhappiness. Twelve hours ago, those lips smiled at him like Steve was something special. Twelve hours ago, Steve watched the smile lines around Bucky’s mouth, and he wondered how sweet it’d be to kiss him, to be kissed by him – to meet him for breakfast every day at the same table, in the same old diner, and kiss him hello and goodbye, with the taste of coffee and blueberry danish on his tongue.

He wants those lips to smile again. Tonight. Tomorrow. For however long is given him.

“I guess I can do that,” Steve says, finally unfurling his fists. “I’ll be your friend, Mr. Barnes.”

When Barnes’ mouth curls up at the corners, the smile reaches his eyes, too.

[spacedoutstrawberry]

*HIGH PITCHED SCREECHING*

I SAW THE MOVIE AND I LOVED IT SO MUCH

(Spoilers below the cut)

just (;´༎ຶД༎ຶ`) god the feelingsssss eughhhhaaghhhhhhhblkjlb the amount of times Orion looked *so hurt* and in sheer disbelief that his best friend could be doing these things ヽ(；▽；)ノ help it hurts so much.

ALSO ALSO the worldbuilding?? I was so freaking happy to see some cybertronian fauna and flora and the way the planet transformed with sunrise was just *perfection*, I LIVE for that kinda stuff.

I hope they do more cause I’m was genuinely so in love with what they’ve done so far <3

[frogaroundandfindout]

Dick remembers when he young and asked Batman what they would do once they got rid of all the criminals in Gotham. Batman tells him that’s not something they need to worry about and they’ll keep doing this until it’s no longer feasible or effective. The young dick Grayson is satisfied by this because he thinks they’ll be doing this together “forever and ever.”

In the present dick tells Bruce he’s made progress on exposing the corruption in bludhaven by getting Mrs. Redhorn’s info book and evidence against Mayor Avers. Bruce asks when dick will quit the bpd since his case is all but cracked open. Dick says he will eventually. However, in truth, he enjoys his job.

Nightwing Vol 2 #75

[smytherines]

Mr Smy got me the spies hoodie!! it is so cozy <3

[wikitpowers]

ummmm if we get a moment in twp when someone is talking about the feeling of being in love, be that julian or magnus or helen and then kitty start thinking of each other i hope u know i am a goner

[tytangfei]

SHUT UP, SHUT UP, CANG XUAN COULDN'T STOP HER AS A BROTHER SO HE TRIED TO STOP HER AS A KING, CROSSING THAT LINE WHERE HE WAS NEVER SUPPOSED TO CONTROL HER WITH HIS SUPERIOR POWERS AND KING STATUS, USING THAT AS HIS LAST RESORT--AND SHE BARELY BLINKED AT THIS COMMAND, SHE IMMEDIATELY BOWED ON HER KNEES AND FOREHEAD TO REQUEST HIS APPROVAL. SHE WOULD BEG. FOR TUSHAN JING. SHE WOULD NOT LISTEN TO ANYONE BECAUSE OF TUSHAN JING. THE POWER THAT TUSHAN JING HAS OVER XIAO YAO, AND THE POWER XIAO YAO HAS OVER CANG XUAN--THE MOST POWERFUL MAN IN THE WHOLE WORLD--WHO IS UTTERLY HELPLESS.

[hey-hey-j]

fun fact Creek is only a philosophy major because he sees it as a convenient excuse to sit around doing nothing

[herewithinthevoid]

so go ahead and wrap your arms around me // emergence

i want to talk about the threatening tone beneath the surface of this invitation for an embrace and how the distortion in the voice during these lines echoes this concept i cannot begin to properly put into words 𖹭

you've got diamonds for teeth, my love so take a bite of me // the offering

make me yearn for your embrace // take aim

trapped under the surface of your words... talking with razors on your tongue // like that