#almost all the casts are there 😭

[meownotgood]

also while I'm on the topic of being off topic. this is my beloved durge tav moon. her wizard boyfriend sprays her with water when she tries to bite people

[etcnnante]

i apologize for my absence- i recently underwent a very intensive reconstructive knee surgery and have been dealing with the recovery of it! both on and outside of tumblr i have been quite silent because ive been focusing a lot of my recovery managing my pain symptoms … hopefully soon enough though i can come back and start boy posting again ☺️

[sexynetra]

Got tagged by @junosjukebox to put my on repeat playlist on shuffle and post the first 10 songs that play <333 thanks for the tag! Songs below the cut

I’ll tag @aqpippin @thecollectionsof @myhusbandharryhamilton @adoordelano @sapphire-to-the-rain @sweetlikesunflowersandhoney and @mappingthesky :)

[spacedlexi]

it honestly frustrates me when i see people reduce the ericsons cast down to "just some teens in the woods" acting like theyre no different than any other group of lone teenagers from other existing properties and treating them like an overused trope

it is sooo important to acknowledge the "troubled youth" aspect of the whole equation. theyre not just some random teens in the woods clem stumbles across. these kids were abandoned by their families for their various "difficulties" and fucked up by The System before the outbreak even began. and then once zombies started roaming the streets their familes never came back for them and the adults that were in charge of taking care of them just left them there to rot in that old boarding school (except for ms martin who was like their lee 🥺 the only person who ever saw them as the scared traumatized kids they were and died protecting them)

the whole aspect of them already being fucked up by the adults that controlled their lives is like.....kind of important when discussing the whole "delta is stealing kids to force them to fight in a war they have no real part in and want nothing to do with" aspect of the season. and its important when comparing them to clem and her journey of also suffering at the hands of the adults around her forcing her to become self reliant. AND its important when discussing the "just trying to build a safe home (and future) worth fighting for in this world that wants them dead" aspect of the season as well

these kids were forced to come together to survive. and a Lot of them didnt... theyre the only family they have left and you can tell that even when they argue with each other theyre still a close knit group who looks out for each other. theyre a Real family before clem even gets there (and its why what really happened with the twins and brody and marlon hits them all so especially hard)

all of this is what REALLY makes ericsons such a perfect home for clem. its a Real community of her True peers. theyre not Just teens. they mightve had a layer of safety clem never had by at least having walls to keep them safe. and having the benefit of the school being hard to find. its the only reason theyre still alive when clem shows up. but theyre also some of the only people who can Truly understand where clem and aj are coming from. and its why it hurts so much when they vote to kick them out. but its also partially why she merges back into the fold so easily when she returns. plus the fact that shes Really the only one who has any idea what shes doing. shes their rock and she makes them feel safe because underneath it all theyre still just those scared traumatized kids ("EVERYONE is scared, clem..." vi was Definitely including herself in that 'everyone'), and on some level, so is clem

they saved clementines life. and she saved theirs. "the school was supposed to help them with their trauma, now they help each other" its about the LOVE the COMMUNITY the SUPPORT!!!! and thats the shit that makes good zombie media honestly 👌

[piningpercussionist]

Since yuri is gonna get canceled, can we be yuri for the time being? I promise to not throw you into a river!!!!!!!!

*She stares flatly at you for several (painfully long) seconds before answering.*

... No.

Also, why would you feel the need to add that last bit? I trust you people approximately not at all to begin with, but that just... does not help your case. Ever.

[agnimybeloved]

personal preference but i just can't stand autistic coded brunette white boys in ties and suit jackets. i want to explode them with my mind

[milkbreadtoast]

im still watching kipo and the age of wonderbeasts and im almost done w s2 and it's so good... highly recommend it to anyone who wants a fun cartoon to watch!! highly recommend at least watching s1 (s2 is good so far too tho) it's a real treat to watch I enjoyed every ep... watched it in both eng and korean and it was fun both times *_* I would say the highlights are the music, animation, and fun chara designs... voice acting is good too!! (and the other language dubs are well done)

[wirwerdensiegen]

Gong Jun’s Studio posted pictures of his birthday cake. 🎂

[pallases]

love how hugo’s like courfeyrac is just like tholomyes if tholomyes didn’t FUCKING SUCK

[paverics]

every few months i fight the urge to re-watch glee season 1-3 and i always win but i fear for the day that i don’t

[taikoturtle]

That Power Rangers reunion special was somewhat nostalgic. One thing I do miss though is that I wish the Megazord was not CGI. It’s just not the same unless you have a dude in a blocky megazord costume clunking their way through a mini scale city with super fake trees and toy cars.

[maliro-t]

not to lend credence to awards shows but sarah goldberg was absolutely fucking snubbed oh my god

[endofthe1980s]

i still can't believe how much glamorama grew on me and became my favorite book ever 😧

[melzula]

Can you please write jealous Zuko? It can be however you like😊

a/n: i love jealous zuko! however this ended up being more angsty than i intended😭 hope you enjoy!

summary: a party at the palace leads to a deep revelation for zuko

He was miserable.

The palace didn’t throw parties very often these days, but the recent conquering of another Earth colony was deemed a call for celebration, and so all of the noble families in the Capital City were invited to attend. A grand feast was held and praises were showered upon Ozai throughout the night. It was one of the rare times Zuko didn’t have to worry about his father’s wrath, and so he should have been enjoying himself.

But he couldn’t, not when he could see that across the way another boy was flirting with you right in front of him.

You were Zuko’s everything- his childhood best friend that he’d always held harbored feelings for. During his banishment he thought of you constantly, and upon his arrival he immediately asked you to be his girlfriend. You were sweet and friendly, easily approachable and always able to cheer him up despite his moodiness, you were perfect. And apparently this other boy could see this too.

You smile out of politeness and nod along to the boy’s rambling story about his fire bending skills and high IQ, not very interested in listening but too nice to brush him off. It infuriates Zuko to see someone else take advantage of your kindness, and he’s unable to just sit back and watch any longer.

A harsh hand lands upon the boy’s shoulder, startling both of you in the process. Zuko’s eyes are blazing with fury, his palm scorching the fabric of the boy’s robes and scaring the spirits out of him in the process.

“Can’t you take a hint? She doesn’t want to talk to you!” the Prince bellow angrily, prompting a few guests nearby to turn their heads curiously towards the commotion. A bit embarrassed at the sudden attention, you gently pull Zuko’s hand away and drag him out to the gardens before he can escalate the situation any further. The last thing you need is for him to cause a scene at his father’s party.

“What?” Zuko says defensively as you wordlessly walk through the palace hallways. “I was helping you!”

“You were acting jealous again,” you chide gently.

“No I wasn’t!” He argues defensively only to shrink under your pointed gaze. “…I was.”

“I love you, Zuko, but I don’t love how jealous you can get sometimes. I’m your girlfriend, don’t you trust me?”

“Of course I do!” He interjects quickly, almost offended at the notion.

“Then what is it? Why do you act this way?”

Zuko is silent, his eyes casted sullenly to the floor as you patiently wait for his answer. You take his hands in your own and give them a reassuring squeeze to let him know you’re there for him, and the act seems to coax him out of his stupor.

“I’m afraid you’ll change your mind about being with me, and once the right guy comes along you’ll realize you’re better off without me,” he admits quietly, almost ashamed to voice the thought out loud.

“Zuko…” you utter sadly, heartbroken at the fact that he could even believe such a thing.

“Why do you want to be with a boy who’s been exiled from his own country before? Whose own father burned his face? Who’s so messed up in every way possible?”

Gently carefully cupping his face in your hands, you tilt his head upward to meet your sincere gaze. His eyes are glossy with tears he refuses to let fall, and your heart aches for the poor boy before you. You wish you could take away all of his hurt in agony, but you can’t, so you do your best to take away his insecurity instead.

“I wish you could yourself the way I see you,” you tell him lovingly. “You are more than enough for me, more than I could ever ask for. You’re strong, you’re brave, you’re smart. You’re you. I love you, Zuko. No one’s ever going to get into the way of that.”

He says nothing in response but simply yanks you into his arms for the tightest hug you’ve ever possibly received. You know he isn’t the best at words or emotions, but his embrace conveys that he is grateful for every word to come out of your mouth.

He knows he may be jealous at times, but he also knows that he doesn’t have to be anymore.

Because you’re not going anywhere.

| atla tags: @sirkekselord @niktwazny303

| zuko tags: @thebluelcdy @royahllty @the-firebender-girl @ilovespideyyy @yiyibetch @eridanuswave @lammello @a-monsters-love @knaite-solo @taeeemin

[thegirlisuedtobe]

hah,,, joo hyun and jeong eun just casually measuring their hands against each other's n casually going on a date

[natsaffection]

This idea just popped into my head😭 What if the team and reader are all in a roadtrip in a van, small van at that. Meaning some of the members had to sit on eachothers laps, leaving reader to sit on G!P Natasha’s. Everyone amongst the team noticed the tension between reader and G!PNatasha that had been brewing.And the car ride just leads to Natasha secretly stuffing her cock into reader, and just letting the bumps of the van help bounce reader on her dick unbeknownst to the team.

Warnings: 18+! MINORS DNI! G!P Natasha, cock-warming, overstimulating, multiple orgasm

Word Count: 1,4K

A/N: first..HOW do yall have such great ideas?? And second..for my daily education stuff: Do you know, that if you have to be silence, the pleasure and orgasm is more intense?🧍🏻‍♀️ Good night. 🫳🏻🎤

The sun had just started to set, casting a warm, golden glow over the countryside as the Avengers’ van cruised down the open highway. It was a rare occasion for the team to take a break from saving the world and enjoy a road trip together. The van was small, too small for a team of superheroes, but that was part of the charm of the journey. It forced them to get closer, both physically and emotionally.

You found yourself sitting on Natashas lap, a situation that had your heart racing and your cheeks flushing. The van was packed tight, with Tony and Steve up front, Bruce and Clint squeezed into the middle, and Vision and Wanda sharing the backseat with you and Natasha. The closeness was unavoidable, but it was the subtle tension between you and Natasha that had you on edge.

Natasha’s hands rested casually on your hips, but there was nothing casual about the way her fingers would occasionally tighten, sending shivers down your spine. The others seemed oblivious, chatting and laughing about old missions and plans for the weekend. But you could feel the heat of Natasha’s gaze, the way her breath would hitch every time the van hit a bump.

“Comfortable?” Natasha’s voice was low, almost a purr, right next to your ear. You nodded, not trusting your voice. You felt a soft, yet firm pressure as Natasha shifted slightly beneath you, making you hyper-aware of every point of contact between you.

“I think so..” you replied, your voice barely above a whisper. “Just relax,” Natasha murmured, her breath hot against your ear. “I’ve got you.”

The van hit another bump, and your breath caught as you felt Natasha’s cock, hard and insistent, pressing against you. You bit your lip, trying to stay composed, but Natasha’s hands held you steady, guiding you just enough to increase the delicious friction.

“Natasha, what are you…?” you began, your voice trailing off as another jolt from the van made you gasp. “Shh,” Natasha whispered, her hands sliding under your shirt to caress your bare skin. “Just go with it.”

Your face burned, but you couldn’t deny the thrill of the situation. Natasha’s subtle movements, the way she would flex her hips just so, using the motion of the van to her advantage, was driving you wild. Each bump pushed you down further onto Natasha’s cock, the pleasure building steadily, almost unbearably.

“You’re doing great,” Natasha said softly, her voice a soothing contrast to the intensity of her actions. “Just let the van do the work.” Steve glanced back, a hint of concern in his voice. “You okay back there?”

“Yeah, just fine.” Natasha replied smoothly, her voice betraying none of the heat that was coursing between you. You managed a nod, grateful for Natasha’s calm. “Natasha,” you gasped, struggling to keep your voice low. “S-Someone will notice..”

“No, they won’t,” Natasha reassured you, her lips brushing your ear. “Just trust me. Enjoy it.” You could feel Natasha’s breath against your neck, her lips brushing the sensitive skin there as she whispered, “You’re so tight, I can feel you squeezing me.”

Natasha’s hand slid up your body, slipping under your shirt and cupping your breast. She squeezed, her thumb brushing over your nipple, making you gasp.

With a final, jarring bump, you couldn’t hold back the moan that escaped you, muffled by the sound of the van’s tires on the gravel road. Natasha’s grip tightened, holding you in place as the pleasure finally crested, leaving you shuddering in the redhead’s lap.

But Natasha didn’t stop. She continued to move, her cock buried deep inside you, prolonging your orgasm. “That’s it,” she murmured, her voice low and commanding. “Come for me. Show me how much you love this.”

Your body convulsed with the intensity of your climax, your breath coming in ragged gasps. “N-Natasha, please,” you whimpered, feeling overwhelmed.

“Please what?” Natasha asked, her tone mocking. “You just have to let go.” You tried to shift, to pull away slightly, but Natasha’s strong hands held you in place. “No, you don’t,” Natasha growled softly. “You’re not going anywhere.”

“Natash- f-fuck..” you moaned, your voice desperate. You glanced around nervously, noticing Wanda’s eyes on you for a brief moment before looking away.

“You better be quiet,” Natasha replied, a cruel smile playing on her lips. She grabbed your wrists, pulling them forward and placing them on the table in front of you. “Keep them there.” she commanded.

And you came. Your body was trembling, the overstimulation making already your head spin. You tried to focus on keeping your hands on the table, your knuckles white from gripping the edge. Steve glanced back again, his eyes narrowing in concern. “Are you okay? You look a bit pale.”

Natasha seized the opportunity, wrapping her arms around you in a mock embrace. “She’s fine, Steve. Just a little tired, right?” Natasha said, her voice sweet yet deceptive. She leaned in closer to you, whispering in your ear, “Don’t move.”

In that moment, Natasha thrust her hips forward sharply, pushing her cock deeper into you. Your eyes widened, your breath hitching as you struggled to maintain your composure. Natasha’s arms tightened around you, ostensibly in a comforting hug, but in reality, it was to hold you steady. “Y-Yes!” you managed to say, your voice shaky. “Long d-day..”

Steve nodded slowly, his concern easing. “Alright, just let us know if you need anything.” Natasha smirked, her lips brushing your ear. “See? No one suspects a thing,” she whispered. “Now, focus on me.”

You tried to focus on keeping your hands on the table, your knuckles white from gripping the edge. “You’re doing so well,” Natasha praised, her voice dripping with satisfaction. “Taking me so perfectly.”

The van hit another bump, and this time, Natasha’s breath caught sharply. Her fingers dug into your hips as she felt a wave of pleasure surge through her. “Fuck,” she hissed, her voice strained. “I’m close.”

The realization that Natasha was as affected as you were sent a new thrill through your body. Natasha’s hips snapped up, thrusting deep into you, and you felt another wave of pleasure crashing over you. “Again,” Natasha demanded, her grip on your hips bruising. “I want you to come again.”

“I can’t,” you whimpered, tears forming in the corners of your eyes from the intensity. “Yes, you can,” Natasha insisted, her voice leaving no room for argument. “You’re going to come again, and you’re going to do it for me.”

Your body obeyed, your second orgasm hitting you even harder than the first. You bit your lip to stifle your moans, your body shaking with the force of your climax. Natasha held you through it, her own breath coming in heavy pants.

As the van continued its journey, you slumped back against Natasha, your body spent and trembling. Natasha’s cock was still buried deep inside you, keeping you filled and connected. Natasha’s hand caressed your cheek, her voice softening. “Good girl,” she murmured. “You did so well.”

You took a deep breath, trying to steady your racing heart. You turned your head slightly, meeting Natasha’s eyes. “You planned this, didn’t you?” you whispered, a mix of accusation and admiration in your tone. Natasha’s lips curved into a sly smile. “Maybe,” she replied, her voice low and teasing. “Did you like it?”

You couldn’t help but smile back. “Yes,” you admitted, your voice soft. “I did.” Natasha’s hand slid down to squeeze your thigh gently. “Good,” she said. “Because we still have 4 hours ahead of us.”