#V tbd

[benevolentgodloki]

smh loki don't tell me you're gonna stalk quill! it's sweet that you're protective of your brother but don't worry, quill has a good heart, really. everyone in his team is a little... cuckoo...... one of them has blue skin and anger issues, like you. loves stabbing, also like you. but they're fun, he's fun. he will be good to thor.

"I remain unconvinced."

[2ndbat]

@neonwebs sent:

“ My disappointment is immeasurable and my day is ruined. ”

mixed bag sentence starters || accepting

"Your day is ruined?!" And things were going so well until... well... he wasn't even sure what happened exactly. There was a lot of blinding light and suddenly he wasn't in Gotham anymore.

Erica Coe, Black Spider-- was a hitman the Bat had been tailing for a while now. And finally he'd just had her on the ropes before they somehow ended up here. Wherever here was.

Terry had apparently been mistaken for the bad guy in this situation, since out of nowhere he'd been attacked by this stranger in a different spider costume.

Unfortunately for him, Coe decided to attack her rescuer when he came to release her from Batman's restraints. Now she had created some distance between them-- and her wrist mounted weapons were automatically trained on the two of them. Considering she had like six arms, and a weapon on each one, this wasn't going to be easy. "I nearly caught her before you showed up!"

He wasn't about to give up, but Batman was worn down from the first part of his fight with the hired assassin. And his com-link was no longer working as far as he could tell. So it was just him, Black Spider, and the other Spider. There was no telling who's side the latter was on either.

[musicallyprcmiscuous]

❛ you think i’m jealous? ❜ sugar to rachel-- @seabiscuit

A laugh fell past her glossed lips, flicking some of her hair off of her shoulder as brown eyes settled on the other woman.

"I'm not saying you are," she paused, her hands settling on her hips as she stood as confidently as she could with her short stature, "All I'm saying is, if you were I'd totally understand. I have an immense talent that...well, frankly no one here can beat. It's only natural for someone who lacks the same training I do to feel envious."

[newdreaming]

❛  i'm not good with this whole stupid feelings thing.  ❜

Rapunzel looked across the room to Cass, who, despite swinging an axe like it weighed literally nothing, seemed a bit defenseless. “It’s okay to feel like you can share your real thoughts, Cassandra,” she said. The two had just shared smiles, laughter, and a lot of punches and tackles to the ground in the training arena, but, it was getting late. And Rapunzel had noticed a shift in the way Cass was fighting— like she was distracted, or bothered by something. And that, of course, bothered her.

“If something is wrong you know you can always come to me, right? I promise to help out however I can, with all I can.” Rapunzel offered another smile, and stood straighter. “Feelings are fun, or at least they are for most of the time. It’s not about being good or bad — it’s just about letting yourself feel, honestly feel, and about trusting the person you’re sharing those feelings with.”

[sexierthanaman]

@isitrecording continued from x.

Melinda smirked at his blush. He wasn't bad looking and it had been awhile since she had sex, so she decided to have some fun. She moved closer towards him. "No one else is here. Just me," she said with a hum. "Come join me, the water feels great."

[soracities]

i think reading wuthering heights at the tender age of 15 caused monumental shifts in my psyche but it did so at levels i could not comprehend until years and years later. i'd forgotten all about the "you said i killed you--haunt me then!" line until i joined tumblr but in actually i did not forget it not once bc it's been marinating deep in my bones for over a decade and then came out full force during a random listen of one (1) hozier song. you know what heathcliff and cathy were so right and i WILL haunt you actually and you ARE more myself than i am down until death and beyond babyyyy 💗💗💗💗

[elvenbeard]

As a certified fashion victim Vince knows that French Haute Couture is the gold standard when it comes to putting together a truly refined wardrobe 🤌

No but fr, even if intended as an April Fool's mod, utterly obsessed with @pinkyjulien's new mod :333 The pants in particular are 100% gonne become a staple in his wardrobe!

[wanderingaldecaldo]

To be continued...

Thoughts, a couple more shots, and transcript under the cut.

So I hadn't really thought through the ending of the photoset when I started (like most things I write lmao). I realized I'd made similar fits for both of my characters, just that Hilary's matches her personality, and was immediately inspired to update NPVal with some Streetkid-gone-Nomad outfits. I sat down to write the dialogue after and realized I still needed an ending to the story! I don't want this to languish in WIP purgatory any longer so this will be a two-parter.

Transcript...

Carol: What the hell are you wearing?

Hilary: What, you don't like it?

Carol: That streetkid is rubbing off on you.

Carol: Speak of the devil...

Val: What was that?

Mitch: Hey, Val...

Hilary: Carol says we hang out too much.

Mitch: ...let's go get those scop dogs.

Carol: You two are starting to dress alike.

Simultaneous: Val: Do not dress like that!! Hilary: What's wrong with the way she dresses?

Val: Don't dress like that, do I, babe?

Carol: Yeah, babe?

Mitch: Uh, do you — are you — sorry, it's Pan.

<Text Message> Pana Lama Ding Dong #%!& GENERATORS! </end Text Message>

Mitch: Are you fucking kidding me? I just fixed them last week!

Panam: Then you had better fix them again!

A few minutes later...

Panam: So what was that about?

Mitch: Carol. Got Val riled up about Hilary dressing like her.

Panam. You know she does, right?

Mitch: 'Course, and ya know I can't tell her that.

Panam: And what will you say when she asks again later?

Mitch: Figure something out.

[lingeringscars]

i love my friends

[lostxtosunlight]

@painofhumanity

It was way past curfew, and Yuki knew he was in trouble.

He could already feel the sting of his foster father's hand across his face. Could hear the shrill yell of his foster mother telling him what an insufferable brat he was. It made Yuki walk slow, though his eyes were cast downward, and it was cold out. He hiked the bag higher on his shoulder and wouldn't admit that he was curling in on himself.

Yeah, they were horrible. But at least it was a roof over his head.

He'd accepted the fact that in sixteen years he'd stopped growing at a whopping five-foot-seven, that he was skinny and not at all threatening, despite his temper. But he knew that he was still no match for whatever was on the street...unless he absolutely had to be.

A strong gust of wind blew through the alley, pushing him into a man--a boy--that was tall and lanky, but just as skinny. Not bad looking, either. He had brown hair and brown eyes and Yuki hit a big brick wall when he extended out his power. When someone was dangerous, Yuki could usually feel it long before they ever opened their mouth. This guy was different--it just felt blank.

"Sorry," he said, but he didn't continue walking, curious despite himself. Strange...he smelled like earth and dirt and pennies.

Pennies...Yuki's gaze was drawn downward, and his eyes widened.

"You're bleeding!"

[atimelesslullaby]

Warmth was in the air.

It was a feeling she hadn't felt through natural cause in some time. The snow had melted, the grass was green. Trees were beginning to show leaves again, and flowers were beginning to bloom. The woman was in the fields today, sure, the environment could take care of the flowers out here. But wouldn't it be more fun to help things along a bit?

Zelda's watering can was the same shade of violet as her dress, regal. Where the water poured out, was in the shape of a heart.

It must have been strange, t see a princess out in the wilds like this with no guard. But with her incredible magical power, Zelda hardly needed any. There was a song in the air, her beautiful, operatic voice ringing through the fields as she watered a patch of flowers. Tulips, they were, having just opened this morning. Wasn't that exciting?

Upon hearing footsteps, her song comes to an end. Regaining proper posture, rather than bending down to water the flowers, Zelda turns to her guest.

"Oh, good afternoon."

A bow of the head, as show of respect.

"I must confess, I have been keeping an eye on these tulips since they were only bulbs. Watching a seed grow into a beautiful flower feels like its own magic."

Holding her watering can in both hands in front of her, even Zelda's smile exhibited grace, as did the way her hair, and dress moved in the gentle wind.

"How could anyone stay inside on a day like this? The sky is so blue, and the clouds look like pillows."

[salvatoraes]

hello, welcome back to if you’re reading this you’re obligated to hold my hand(s)

[orpheuslament]

the worst most cruel person youve ever met: radical tenderness 💝

[sexierthanaman]

@adamantium-bones continued from x.

Stacey trusted Logan since they started talking again, which is why she came to him about this. She hoped he wouldn't turn her away, having always found him attractive ever since they first met. Watching her clothes be ripped away from her, she gasped as she looked at him, knowing he could see and smell how wet she was for him. "Please."

[enden-k]

if it wasnt for his still mysterious titty gem, we could have a boob window i just realize after months of drawing al haitham