#blue signs

[tentativeauthor]

Tiny transparent Blue signs! Click for better quality.

Feel free to download and use, credit preferred but not required.

Rust

Bronze

Gold

Lime

Olive

Jade

Teal

Blue

Indigo

Purple

Violet

Fuchsia

[wario-land]

I used to enjoy Pokemon games a lot, but lately some of the newer entries have been kinda controversial due a variety of issues.

But instead of focusing on that, i'm here to bring you back to the past to the Nintendo DS era of Pokemon, where many (myself included) would say that the quality and care of the series was at it's peak!

Games included in this collection:

EVERYONE IS HERE!! Every single Pokemon game released for the Nintendo DS is featured in this pack. Two emulators are included in the set, just download and play

Download here!! (1.25 GB): https://drive.google.com/file/d/1jGy0GHSDwSLIuGnUrdmsD3WY_AJiq5ws/view?usp=sharing

Mirror download: https://www.mediafire.com/file/8qw75h4ij9asbte/Pogeymon_DS_Collection.rar/file

Hooray for 65k notes!!!

[wasabi-gumdrop]

Kabru has a secret admirer in the castle!

[bluerosefox]

Kidnapped Persephone Style

Me: *tossing prompt idea up and down in the air before chucking it into the Void we call the internet*

Jason is dating Ghost Prince (not yet King) Danny and goes on a really awesome and romantic date on his day off. He forgot to tell the fam though. So when Red Robin comes to give Jason an update on some entil, he watches in muted horror as Jason is 'kidnapped' by a glowing entity in black armor and a nightmare looking horse (Danny is a bit busy doing paperwork, so he had his Fright Knight pick Jason up) off of a Gotham rooftop and into a green portal, while the knight had proclaimed Jason as their future Kings 'intended'..

No one on coms is ready for Tim to yell out

"I THINK JASON JUST GOT KIDNAPPED PERSEPHONE STYLE!!"

[yrsonpurpose]

red, white & royal blue script easter eggs

[suashii]

꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ 𝒲𝒜𝒩𝒟𝐸𝑅𝐼𝒩𝒢 𝐸𝒴𝐸𝒮 — attractive things they do

info ⭑  includes: itoshi rin, shidou ryusei, oliver aiku, mikage reo, michael kaiser, yukimiya kenyu ﾉ suggestive bordering nsfw (minors do not interact) ﾉ all character written 19+  

₊˚ପ⊹ RIN guides you by your waist. when you’re playing around and purposely blocking his path, his arms stretch out to take a hold of you before effortlessly reversing your positions with the click of his tongue and an easy, lazy smirk. it’s also one of the few physical actions he’ll display in public, preferring it over holding hands or slinging an arm around your shoulders. he can see you this way, keep you in his sights. when you’re not paying any mind to your surroundings and nearly walk into traffic, he pulls you into him and gives you a squeeze, leaning down to whisper “be careful” against your skin. you jump at his touch and the feel of his breath tickling your ear, cheeks burning with the reminder of where his hands were roaming and exploring the night before.

₊˚ପ⊹ SHIDOU walks around the apartment in sweatpants that hang incredibly low on his hips. your focus shifts from the pot of water you’re waiting to boil to ryusei as he pads into the kitchen after finishing his shower. beads of water drip from his hair onto his bare chest and roll down his tanned skin until they reach his v-line. you don’t realize the water on the stove has come to a boil until shidou clears his throat, jerking his head at the stove. “you’re staring real hard, pretty,” he drawls with a lazy grin. it only takes a few strides for him to close the gap between the two of you. his hands grip the counter on either side of you, trapping you in place as fuchsia eyes filled with mischief stare down at your figure. “something more you wanna see?”

₊˚ପ⊹ OLIVER intently stares at your lips whenever you’re talking. to be fair, each conversation starts with his eyes on yours but they always happen to drift down to your mouth. he takes in their natural pout and the subtle shine that your chapstick leaves behind on them. eventually, his mind begins to wander. he thinks about how soft they would feel sucking hickeys onto the pulse of his neck and across his collarbone or wrapped around the head of his—"are you even listening?“ you ask with crossed arms, the corners of your lips turnings down in a frown. "of course i am,” he tells you, finally dragging his gaze up to your eyes. “i just hear you better this way, that’s all.”

₊˚ପ⊹ REO puts his hands over yours every time you reach for your wallet to pay. he can feel the way your fingers wriggle beneath his palm, but he ignores the movement, intertwining his fingers with yours while he pulls out his card and hands it to the cashier. he’s got more money to his name than he knows what to do with, so it only makes sense for him to spoil you. he might smile and breathe out a laugh when you slap his shoulder and frown, sulking about how you feel bad for spending all his money, but he hears you. if you really feel like paying him back, he can think of a couple of ways you could do so—some that are better suited taking place in the bedroom.

₊˚ପ⊹ KAISER tilts your chin up with his finger whenever you refuse to look at him. it shouldn’t surprise you, seeing him offer fans smiles and hugs, but you can’t help but think about it when the two of you are taking your leave. “are you seriously mad?” he asks from beside you, and it wouldn’t have upset you if he didn’t laugh like it was unreasonable. you scoff and roll your eyes but before you’re able to make it any closer to the door, you’re being tugged back. all too suddenly, kaiser is in front of you, his hooked finger angling your head up and forcing you to meet his azure gaze. “you know i only have eyes for you, right?” he murmurs, like his words are meant for you and you alone. he’ll show you that his statement holds true when you get home.

₊˚ପ⊹ YUKIMIYA uses the bottom of his shirt to wipe away his sweat. on the occasion that you accompany him to a weekend practice or individual workout, you tend to look out for it. after the intense training when he’s cooling down, you watch attentively as he drags the hem of his shirt across his upper lip to collect the beads of perspiration. the motion leaves his abdomen exposed, putting the defined lines of his abs and the trail of dark hair peeking out from his shorts on display. your staring isn’t as discreet as you think it is but yukimiya doesn’t mind it. even after he catches you gawking, he keeps his shirt pulled up so as to not interrupt your view. when finally do look up at him, he’s peering at you over his glasses, tongue running along his lower lip.

hey! it's manon :3 ! thank you for giving this a read! if you enjoyed, please consider reblogging and/or leaving a comment! much love from me to you ❤︎

[rosielindy]

🥰😂

[illumi-nati-png]

Death

Maura said, “That’s your card.”

On the card on the table was a black knight astride a white horse. The knight’s helmet was lifted so that it was obvious that his face was a bare skull dominated by eyeless sockets. The sun set beyond him, and below his horse’s hooves lay a corpse.

Outside the windows behind them, a breeze hissed audibly through the trees.

“Death.” Gansey read the bottom of the card. He didn’t sound surprised or alarmed. He just read the word like he would read eggs or Cincinnati.

“I thought that psychics didn’t predict death,” Adam said quietly. “I read that the Death card was only symbolic.”

-Maggie Stiefvater

[389]

Karla Knight

[future-crab]

It's been said before, it will be said again, but it's still worth saying: the fact that art centering on straight romance is allowed to just be bad, but art with queer romance in it always has to be indicative of A Serious Problem With the Way We Tell Queer Stories makes being a queer person making queer art deeply stressful

[nhura]

Life is too short.

[ my art ] [ twitter ]

(detail + ratio rambling under the cut >_>)

This is one of those "I need a break between my ten other illustrations, let me do a lil sketchy sketch :D" that got too ambitious etc. etc. I never want to see the color red again" moments. BUT!

I really, really like to explore Ratio's viscerality and what's happening between his brain and his nerves, like... all of this thorough control and discipline and he still has to breathe and react to himself and his surroundings, you know? His accomplishments are insane for "his age"* but he's going to run out of "age" at some point! His ambitions are so far reaching that he's not worried about getting doctorate degree Number Nine! Rather, his efforts are pointed outwards, into the universe, for the universe. As you know.

Speaking of his degrees, I had a half thought a while ago that we've seen him with two types of laurel pins.

One is him in his suuuuuper cute mother goose avatar (three leaves) and the other is the hat he's wearing everywhere else (eight leaves).

The thought was, "Aww, what if they're like commemorative pins counting the number of his degrees or whatever :)". Literally only because there's eight in the current one. This is kind of silly because then you'd HAVE to have an obscene number of degrees even for a normal person for your leaf pin to start looking like a laurel in the first place so scratch that BUT it's cute to think that it's still academic regalia. Something something I work in higher ed myself and it's like... it's like that.

The university goldsmith appreciates the job security.

I REMEMBER WHY I BROUGHT THAT UP. FOLLOWING the fantasy where more leaves = more knowledge!, in summary, even though Ratio seems to be a little beyond trying to get a prize every time he learns something now. But he does want to Keep Going. He can only Keep Going.

So I drew him in a bathtub full of an uncountable amount of gold leaves looking at the camera with an indescribable expression born from a hunger that will never be satiated lol DETAIL SHOT!

*Referenced only vaguely in a comment in the context of astonishment, but it could have easily have been "woah he's accomplished so much for his age (young)" as it could be "woah he looks good for his age (older)". There is no canon age and even then, reconciling standardized system time versus planetary time versus "does his particular breed of lizard human have the same lifespan as tumblr user nhura?" is a losing game for everyone involved! Here's what I think: I think he started going grey in his early twenties, whatever that means in spacefantasygame, and that that's very cute on him.

Do YOU think Ratio would be tempted by immortality???? Or would he MIND HIS BUSINESS

[wanderlust-in-my-soul]

Come a little closer...

Unknown

A Breeze Of Love

Dark Blue Kiss

Love Mechanics

You Make Me Dance

A Boss And A Babe

Choco Milk Shake

The Sign

Jun & Jun

Bake Me Please

My favorite pull-scenes (Part 1/?) as part of my favorite bl-tropes-collection in no particular order.

[bluerosefox]

Mama Bat

There was a baby in the Batcave.

There was a baby in the Batcave.

There was a glowing, white haired, Lazarus green eyed baby floating in the freaking Batcave!

A baby that was currently wearing a superhero themed footy pajamas and making tiny circles in the air as they coo and make spit bubbles.

A baby Cass had found while on patrol... in Hong Kong before suddenly and somehow appearing in Gotham. In the Batcave.

Along with them, sitting innocently on the batcomputer chair was a baby bag (themed after Black Bat somehow) full of everything a baby needed a glowing green sticky note with purple handwriting on it.

'Cassandra Cain-Wayne

Take care of our little Ghostling. Everything will make sense in due time.

P.S Daniel enjoys the stars.

-CW'

By the time Bruce finished reading the note aloud, Cass had manged to get a hold of the baby who was making happy noises and patting her cheek.

And a second later a blinding light overtook the baby and once the light was gone, the baby now had black hair and bright blue eyes.

[explomb]

Isagi keeps dropping ego types like it's his field of study, bro really dropped the ego compass. He has a masters degree in yapology

[suashii]

୨♡୧ ALL EYES ON YOU— little things you do that they find attractive ♡

featuring. itoshi rin, shidou ryusei, michael kaiser, mikage reo.

warnings. f!reader, established relationships, suggestive bordering nsfw (minors do not interact), rin’s clothes are implied to be larger than reader’s, marking in shidou’s, kaiser is annoying and a bit of a masochist.

ITOSHI RIN + WHEN YOU WEAR HIS JERSEY

there’s a short moment of possessiveness that crosses rin’s mind every time he sees you wearing something of his—a shirt that hangs down by your thighs or a pair of his pajama pants that you have to roll up so they can somewhat fit your waist. but it’s different when you sport his jersey, the one with his name and number printed on the back. you’re practically walking around as if you belong to him, so can you blame him for thinking so? when he comes home from a long and grueling day of practice to his jersey draped over your figure, all the fatigue he once felt fades from his muscles. the duffel bag situated on his shoulder is carelessly dropped to the floor as his feet carry him to you. you barely have time to welcome him home and ask about his day before his hands are on your hips, hoisting you up onto the kitchen counter, soft lips crashing against yours. you’re breathless when he finally pulls away but as you watch him kneel down before you, tongue darting out to wet his lips, you know he’s far from done.

SHIDOU RYUSEI + SEEING YOU IN REVEALING CLOTHES

shidou will never deny his lingering stares during those moments when you dress in clothes that showcase some skin; like when the neckline of your shirt is low enough to expose the curve of your collarbone or when the garment is cropped and leaves your belly on display. and he really can’t resist when your pants ride down so low that he can see beneath your navel; just almost getting a peek of what your pants intend to cover sparks a burning hot flame in ryusei. it’s no surprise when he catches your wrist and pulls you close to him, his lips wasting no time latching onto and sucking dark bruises into your skin and letting his tongue soothingly glide over the spots where his teeth happened to sink down and leave imprints behind. the purpling blemishes end up almost everywhere you left exposed—the top of your chest, your hips. the next day, he watches as you browse through your closet, curious to see if you’ll end up displaying the love bites or if you’ll opt for attempting to hide each of the meticulously placed hickeys.

MICHAEL KAISER + SEEING YOU RILED UP

he finds it entertaining to see you with a temper, complaining about the rude barista who tried to refuse to fix your order that they messed up or your boss who keeps delegating tasks to you that are far above your pay grade. really, he finds it the hottest when he’s the reason you’re annoyed or irritated. he never takes it too far, sticks to little things like moving the items you keep on your dresser or purposefully giving you trouble by standing in your way. something about watching your petulant pouts turn into a glare that practically shoots daggers at him brings a twisted smile to his face, makes his pants feel a little tighter than they usually do in the groin. he pushes at your buttons until your exasperation that was once level at the brim spills over the top. his antics lead to you pushing him down on the bed or the couch, straddling him with fistfuls of his shirt in each of your hands as threats of putting him in his place effortlessly pass your lips. he’s sure you know it by this point, but the show of dominance only turns him on more.

MIKAGE REO + WATCHING YOU STRETCH

reo loves when you work out with him; the company is nice and he enjoys your presence over anyone else’s, but there’s another reason he’ll never tire of your joint sessions at the gym—and that’s because he loves watching you stretch. it’s like a little show you put on just for him. why else would you situate your mat right in front of his? you face away from him when you bend down to touch your toes, giving him a perfect view of the way your leggings hug your ass. you turn around when you lower to the floor, legs spread and arms reaching forward, granting him a pretty picture of your breasts over the top of your sports bra. the soft grunts that border moans pushing past your lips are too exaggerated to be genuine and the sensual look in your eyes is all he needs to see to know that each and every one of your movements is planned, intentional—you’re purposely trying to get him worked up. he’s far from ashamed to admit that your scheming was effective, but he hopes you’re ready for another, different kind of workout when the two of you get back home—one he’s sure to make much more strenuous than the last.

thanks for reading! consider commenting or reblogging if you enjoyed ❤︎

[stevenrogered]

RED, WHITE & ROYAL BLUE ↳book > screen

“When I was younger,” Henry says, “I had this very elaborate idea of taking somebody I loved here and standing inside the chapel, that he’d love it as much as I did, and we’d slow dance right in front of the Blessed Mother. Just a…daft pubescent fantasy.”

Henry hesitates, before finally sliding his phone out of pocket. He presses a few buttons and extends a hand to Alex, and quietly, “Your Song” starts to play from the tiny speaker.

Alex takes his hand, and Henry turns to face the chapel like a nervous postulant, his cheeks hollowed out in the low light, before pulling Alex into it.