#*b1

[dailybayonetta]

Bayonetta (2009)

dev. PlatinumGames

[blackstarlineage]

This is how Haitians won their freedom: no pleading, no marching, no begging, no signing petitions, no holding up signs, no chanting, no sit-ins—just decisive action! 🇭🇹

PSA: Dismissing or minimizing the Haitian Revolution because of Haiti’s current struggles is a cowardly and shortsighted view. True liberation has never come without sacrifice, and freedom is never comfortable. The brave men and women who fought for Haiti’s independence knew the price of defying colonial powers, yet they chose dignity over submission. Haiti’s current struggles are not the result of its revolution but of relentless foreign interference, economic sabotage, and imperialist retaliation meant to punish the first free Black nation. To suggest they should have remained in chains to avoid hardship is the mindset of the weak.

The Haitian Revolution was not just for Haiti—it was a beacon for the entire African world. It shattered the illusion of white supremacy, proving that enslaved Africans could rise, fight, and win. It ignited a butterfly effect, inspiring Black resistance movements, abolitionist struggles, and anti-colonial uprisings across the globe. Haiti stood as a symbol of Pan-African defiance, and the same forces that sought to destroy it then continue to undermine Black progress today. If you measure success by comfort rather than liberation, you are still mentally enslaved.

[afriblaq]

The Revolution Will Not Be Televised

[blasphemyandbackshots]

he wasn’t supposed to hear it. you were talking to mina in the breakroom, voice soft, cheeks hot, fidgeting with your fingers. and bakugo was just walking past until he heard something… interesting.

“no, i’ve never… i mean—not even kissed anyone, really.”

the world stopped. bakugo froze, muscles tensing, jaw tightening as your voice filtered through the half-closed door.

“i dunno. i guess i just haven’t found the right person yet.”

that was it. he stormed off, heart pounding, thoughts filthy. because his sidekick? his sweet little intern who looked up at him like he hung the fucking moon? was untouched.

and now all he could think about was being the first one. the only one. the one that made you sob his name as he ruined you for anyone else.

that night, he cornered you in the agency after patrol. “come over,” he said gruffly, low. “now.”

you blinked, wide-eyed. “sir? i—”

“don’t call me that tonight.”

you stared at his dark ruby eyes, jaw clenched, a dangerous edge in his voice. “…katsuki?”

he groaned, low and deep and feral. “fuck. say it again.”

“katsuki.”

he pounced. his mouth crashed into yours. hands gripping your hips. you gasped, stumbling back into the wall as he kissed you like he wanted to eat you alive.

when he pulled away, his voice was pure grit. “i heard you.”

you blinked, dazed. “heard what?”

“in the breakroom. ‘never been kissed’—fuckin’ sweet, untouched—”

your face went crimson. “you—! you were eavesdropping—?”

“didn’t mean to. but now that i know?” he growled. “it’s all i fuckin’ think about.” he grabbed your face, thumb brushing your lip. “you ever think about me, sweetheart? when your thighs rub together in bed? when you’re all worked up after training?”

you swallowed. “s-sometimes.”

his eyes went wild. “then let me take it, baby. let me ruin that pretty little innocence for good.”

you couldn’t answer. your heart beat like crazy and you just nodded. and he snapped. you were naked on his desk in seconds, shaking under the weight of his stare.

“look at you,” he rasped. “all shy. all fuckin’ perfect.”

he kissed down your neck, your chest, your stomach. his voice turned to honey and smoke. “i’m gonna take my time. gonna stretch you open and make you feel everything.”

you whimpered and in return he pressed his flat tongue across your wet slit and growled when he tasted you. “so fuckin’ sweet. your first time’s gonna be mine, and i’m gonna make sure you never want anyone else.”

he fingered you slow at first, watching you writhe, whispering “that’s it, good girl, let me open you up.”

then he was above you again. eyes burning, breathing heavy. his cock—oh god, his cock hung heavy and leaking.

“you ready, baby?” he growled. “you want me to be your first?”

“yes, katsuki—please—”

he didn’t hesitate. he pushed in deep. slow, but possessive. your back arched. you gasped. he grunted.

“fuck—so tight—shit, this pussy’s perfect—”

he held your hips steady, panting through gritted teeth as he tore your hymen and bottomed out.

“gonna make this so good for you,” he growled. “gonna make you cry on it, baby.”

he moved slow at first, then harder, deeper. every thrust drew out another gasp, another moan, another broken “katsuki—!”

“you feel that?” he panted. “that’s me claiming you.”

your nails dug into his back. your thighs, wrapped around his waist, trembled.

“you’re mine now,” he growled. “you get that? no one else gets to touch you. no one else gets this pussy but me.”

you nodded, tears in your eyes from the intensity. he fucked you through it. praising, panting, growling like an animal.

“good girl, takin’ it so well—so fuckin’ good for me—shit, i’m gonna fill you up—”

when you came he was right there. he shoved in deep and groaned your name like it was salvation. his thick arms held your writhing body tightly. even after.

he didn’t move for a long time and just breathed you in. his softening cock slipped halfway out.

but he pressed kisses to your temple and whispered in your ear. “never lettin’ you go now.”

[robotsandramblings]

B1 battle droid: Roger, roger. Ezra: Wait, who's Roger?

underappreciated joke

[maja-paja]

i thought of this joke and put together the most crude version of it possible

[ravi-617]

droid frenzy!!!

INPRNT

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@successisus_

[usafphantom2]

Angry bird

@Blackgold5 via X

[blotsjunkyard]

Zuko, age 15

what i did instead of working on wips or for my internship. adios.

[uwingdispatch]

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[beifong-brainrot]

I need a gun because how is Katara not winning by a landslide

Katara helped Raise Korra, train her in her first element, incorporating not only combat techniques, but also valuable skills and aspects of their culture like healing. She went on to oversee Korra's training even after she graduated to the other elements, and when she saw that Korra was losing steam, she intuited that Korra needed to leave. She encouraged her to do so, and I know that meant a lot to Korra. Especially as everyone else insisted on handling Korra and trying to control her (even with good intentions), Katara was the one who encouraged Korra to take her destiny into her own hands.

Katara : Aang's time has passed. My brother and many of my friends are gone. It's time for you and your generation to take over the responsibility of keeping peace and balance in the world. And I think you're going to be a great Avatar. Korra : [Hugs Katara.] Thank you. Katara: [Close-up of Katara's face, still smiling with her eyes closed.] Goodbye, Korra.

Katara was there from day fucking one, and her and Korra's bond is a treat to observe. Its also so visible in how Korra carries herself, her values and opinions, that Katara had a huge part in shaping the person Korra is. They're both confident, strong women with a firm belief in their ideals, and a burning desire to help others.

Korra: But I couldn't just sit by and do nothing. It's my duty to help people.

And this is all not even getting into the fact that Katara helped Korra walk again, healing her physically and starting her on her mental health journey. Without Katara, Korra wouldn't have even been able to make it to Toph!

And this still remains one of the most powerful scenes in the entire Avatar franchise to me. It is such a wonderful crowning of Katara's core character traits- hope and resilience. That stubborn, unyielding faith in the good in the world and belief that things will get better because you will make it so- this scene reminded me why Katara is my favourite character in atla, and how important she is to both shows.

This scene is also so wonderful about Korra's character, and I know so many people struggling with mental issues resonated with her here. And I know that Katara's words meant a lot to them, as they did to me and to Korra.

Also, I just adore that Katara's necklace seems to have Raava's pattern on it, it's just such a cool detail and it really makes sense for these two to be symbollicaly intertwined in Korra's story.

And not to discredit Toph, because there is some merit to be found in her time with Korra, and it is ultimately what helped Korra heal. But also beating up a 20 year old for a few weeks, not too long after said 20 year old was paraplegic seems like a steep price for a few nuggets of wisdom.I also have personal gripes with how this part of the show was handled but thats neither here nor there.

[jujucomet]

B1 OC, she is a treasure hunter.

[carsthatnevermadeitetc]

Volkswagen Dasher 2-door Sedan, 1974. The Giugiaro-designed first generation Passat was badged at the Dasher for North American markets. The Dasher model name only survived for one generation, it became the Quantum in the US for the B2 series Passat

[blasphemyandbackshots]

mic, aizawa, bk for hcs plz 🤍

bakugo— you were kissing on his bed, clothes discarded one piece at a time and everything felt perfect. until he took his briefs off. you stared. “…katsuki.”

“what?” he growled, eyebrow twitching. “don’t punk out on me now.”

“that thing is gonna split me in half.”

he looked down at his angry red, massive cock, already leaking, veins prominent along the thick shaft. and then looked back at you with a smirk. “you’re the one who said you wanted to fuck me stupid.”

“yeah, not die trying!”

he chuckled low in his throat and leaned over you, all heat and muscle and cocky menace. “you’re fuckin’ brave, sweetheart,” he murmured against your mouth. “let’s see if that little pussy can back it up.”

and somehow, your legs opened for him. he pushed in, slowly, to his credit, but you still cried out, fingernails digging into his arms. “fuck— katsuki, wait—”

he hissed, gripping your waist. “holy shit, you’re tight, feels like you’re choking me.”

“you’re too big!”

“you’re takin’ it. you can do it.” his voice dropped roughly. “you were made for me.”

and when he bottomed out you were shaking so hard he had to pin your hips down. “you good?” he asked.

“…move.” and that was the end of you.

aizawa— the lights were low, his voice a low rasp in your ear as his hand slid down your bare stomach. “you sure you want this?” he murmured, eyes sharp but gentle. his thumb circled your hipbone as you nodded, trembling beneath him. and then he dropped his pants.

your breath caught. your whole body stiffened. “shouta—” you blinked at the thick length in his hand, already heavy and hard, flushed a deep pink with a prominent vein along the underside.

“too much?” he asked calmly, but the corner of his mouth twitched upward in a smirk.

you swallowed. “you could ruin me with that.”

he leaned in, lips brushing your jaw. “that’s the idea.”

he took his time. used his fingers first, his tongue too, soft and patient, easing you open until you were writhing, desperate, needy. and still, the moment the head of his cock pressed against your entrance, you tensed up again.

“relax.” he kissed your temple, lined up again. “let me take care of you.”

and when he pushed in carefully slow, you whimpered at the stretch, at how deep he felt already with only a few inches in. he groaned. “shit, baby, you’re tight.”

you clutched his shoulders, gasping. “y-you’re huge—i can feel you in my stomach—”

he groaned louder. “say that again.”

and when he bottomed out, your legs shook around him. you were ruined already and he hadn’t even moved yet.

present mic— he always had that cocky, loud energy until the moment his pants dropped and you saw it. “…hizashi,” you choked. “that’s not real.”

he grinned proudly, hands on his hips like a superhero. “oh, it’s real, sweetheart. think you can handle it?”

you weren’t so sure. his cock was long and thick. veiny, flushed and almost intimidating in how casually he handled it. “be gentle,” you mumbled, suddenly shy.

he knelt between your thighs with a wink. “i always start gentle. can’t have you passing out on me, unless you’re into that.”

you giggled, tension breaking just enough for him to slide two fingers in, then three, until your thighs were trembling. when he finally pressed the tip in, you gasped. hands scrambling for the sheets. “oh my god—hizashi, i feel full—”

he groaned, kissing your neck. “you haven’t even taken half, baby.” you whimpered helplessly and he laughed softly. “you’re so cute when you’re stuffed.”

and then he began to move and you saw stars. or god.