#but it would be nice if i didn't have to

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Trapped in a vicious cycle of pining? Try gay sex! (More things to learn over at Tiger Tiger!)

[cangrellesteponme]

wife

[andy-clutterbuck]

The Ones Who Live - 1x01 - Years

[wandixx]

Danny, the Young Justice member snippet nr 2

these snippets aren't connected in anyway but just some little scenes I came up with, everyone is welcome to build up on them if they want to

Trigger warning: death mentioned, self-harm mentioned, idk, Danny gets flashback to portal incident

unrelated snippet nr 1, unrelated snippet nr 3 (?)

Out, out, out.

He tripped over his own legs and almost fell and it didn’t matter because he needed to get out. 

Away, away, away. 

He wasn’t sure if he ran or flew or dragged himself on the rough floor but he had to get away. His back hit a wall and he couldn’t get past it, intangibility just out of his grasp.

He logically knew that Zeta Tube wasn't the same as the portal but it was similar. So deadly similar.

He wasn’t sure when his own, corps-like, trembling with rigor mortis cold hands started rubbing his arms. He also wasn’t sure whether it was to comfort himself in this lonely self-hug or to try to rub hard enough that the hazmat and skin underneath would be torn, allowing him to see his own, red blood running in his veins. It was still red, right? It was still red, right? Of course it was still running, why wouldn’t it?

His knees gave up. He fell to the ground with quiet reverbatting thump, his eyes fixated on danger at the other side of the large room. He had to get further away but he couldn’t.

Because he was dying again.

Eyes full of tears and terror were jumping around, unable to see the room around him. Why couldn’t he see anything? Why were there only splashes of various colors, all contrasting with a light gray background. Were these people? Colors were moving, that seemed likely. Ghosts?! He had to get ready if these were ghosts he needed to fight them. People could be in danger and he couldn’t even stand without support. He started it, he had to take care of it, no matter how he felt right now.

His normally overly, unnaturally sensitive ears were filled with constant electric buzz from still active Zeta Tubes.

He was quite sure someone was yelling something but no matter what, Danny couldn’t understand what was being said. He tried looking around again but his teary eyes still failed him. There were no red stains though. Not in the right shade at least. No one was bleeding. It was okay for now.

Was it really? He hadn’t bled when he was dying had his accident though. It was all inside him, the crushing hollowness inside him and infinite outside pressure making his body implode. Ectoplasm bubbling in his mouth, throat, stomach and fingers, silencing his scream of agony and destroying his muscles. His limbs were limp and tense, twitching like a broken light bulb, out of his control but not out of his senses. It was so cold that it bit his bones and so hot that his skin was melting. There were screams so loud that it could shatter glass, as if every inhabitant of the Ghost Zone wanted to be heard and absolute suffocating silence. He was alone like nobody ever was and stuck in a stifling crowd that could stomp him to death any second. It was all contrasting, impossible but happening, existing together. He lived died it.

It was impossible, just like him.

There were others, they could help while Danny got himself together.

They couldn’t help if it was a ghost. He had to calm down and get ready to fight.

He couldn’t.

It was all happening again.

He was dying again.

It hurt to even think about.

Would it at least kill him for good?

Air he hadn’t needed before, not since his first death he always needed, like all functioning, alive human beings, got stuck in his lungs. He was gasping for it, choking on it. There was something stuck in his throat. SOme part of his brain that wasn’t screaming in agony and panic and loneliness had considered tearing his neck open just to get whatever was stuck swallowing but it didn’t help. 

He rubbed his arms harder. His eyes were locked on a blurred, still active portal. One of the color blobs moved, growing larger but he couldn’t think about what it meant. His arms hurt. It was good. Pain was grounding. In a gray room with few portals. Not the basement. Ghosts still could be there but it wasn't a basement. He still needed to get ready to fight

If he could feel pain, it meant he was alive, right? Ghosts never showed that they felt pain right? His parents always said they couldn’t.

He knew it was a lie but he felt like it was his last hope.

He realized that growing group of colors actually looked like a person but he had no way to tell whether they were alive or not. His ghost sense was quiet but he didn’t trust himself to not miss it. His throat was still shut tightly. His body kept twitching like a glitching character. No matter what, he couldn’t fight right then. He had to get himself together.

He scratched his arms almost violently.

Warm, soft, gentle hands pried his palms away from his arms. It wasn't a ghost. Ghosts weren't this gentle, this calmingly warm. Someone, someone who was alive, was crouching in front of him, face at the same level as his, hiding portals from his sight. Danny nearly sunk into their gentle touch.

“-om." their voice also was so gentle, filled with concern but firm enough to get to him over the buzz of portals. He tried to concentrate on this voice. He didn't want to hear portals.

"-ntom." It sounded like they were calling someone. He had to focus more to understand. Gentle grip on his wrists got more firm. There he was. He wouldn't feel it if he was dying again.

"Phantom." They called quietly, like little windbells Sam gave him as a birthday present. It was his name, they were asking him something he couldn't understand, something he couldn't do.

"I'm sorry."

He wasn't sure if any sound came out of his mouth.

Grip on his hands loosened a little, not enough for him to do anything about it, but enough to return to the pure feeling of safety and reassurance it gave him before.

“It's okay Phantom." they murmured. Danny nearly cried at their kindness and calmness. Air slowly started to fill his lungs again. It truly was okay, he wasn't dying again."Can you focus on five things you can see for me?"

He could do it. It wasn't much to repay the gentle person kneeling in front of him.

He blinked tears away and started the list in his head.

Black Canary in front of him.

Superboy in the middle of the room. He looked like he didn't know what to do.

Kid Flash next to him, ready to come to where Danny was shaking on the floor.

Robin and Artemis both made sure that Kid stayed where he was.

Miss Martian for sure feeling his panic and having trouble coping with this. He should calm down as soon as he can, he didn't want to cause any of his teammates too much stress.

Danny nodded, looking once again at the only adult hero in the room.

Molecules in his body were rearranging again. It all hurt.

"Thank you Phantom. Can you focus on four things you can hear?"

Five racing heartbeats.

One heartbeat that sounded more like buzz because of its speed. KF's heart was always weird.

Tapping of someone's feet.

Zeta Tubes.

He had been in the portal again, it had turned on with him inside again. He was dying again.

Next cautious nod.

"Alright. Now three things you can touch." Black Canary still sounded so calm, so sure she had it all under control. So contrary to her panicked heart. Danny wanted to believe her voice.

Canary's hands still on his wrists. In fact she was touching him more than he was her, but it still counted. There was some physics rule about it.

Cold stone he was sitting on. Weird, he was sure this cave was heated.

Hard wall pressing on his spine.

"Excellent. Two things you can smell?"

Jazz had done same exercise with him before.

Cookies made by Megan before she went on a mission.

Ectoplasm. Somewhere there was ectoplasm that wasn't inside him. He couldn't smell his own ecto. But there was no ghost in the cave. His sense was silent. It was there somehow else. It was concerning but not enough to make him panic again. They could handle it.

His lungs were still aching but air started filling them nearly as much as it did normally. His limbs stopped shaking so much too. He knew he wasn't dying this time. He was calming down.

"You're doing great Phantom. Now think, what's one thing you can taste?"

Aftertaste of ectoplasm he spat between the rough fight and the moment when Kid Flash rushed him to the nearest Zeta Tube, talking about medical attention. Danny tried to tell him, he didn't need that but he was inside before his explanation left his mouth.

"Do you feel better now?"

"Yeah," It was all he was able to say at the moment. He truly felt better but that didn't mean good. It was only a little less bad than shitty, one step from fully dead.

I considered writing continuation with Danny explaining a bit what happened and how he even ended up in Zeta Tube but a) lost spark to rewrite it b) hated what already had But if you want, I can probably rub my remaining two braincels together and continue. Or someone else can. Do it if you want to. Do it. Do it

[bizarrelittlemew]

calling it right now that season 3 starts like this

[bonefall]

unironically stormclan is the coolest thing the writers have done in years

Like?? This kinda fucks ngl. Secret history of the Clans causing a breakaway group, forbidden love with a "Great Betrayal," playing around with the afterlife systems and giving StormClan cats a unique connection to their ancestors...

They're even called "Storm" Clan. Storms are objectively cool as hell. The 13 year old within me is giddy with glee.

[messiahzzz]

assorted morena dekarios headcanons:

she possesses a sharp wit and is very perceptive, but is also incredibly kind and gentle

strong presence & really eclectic taste. she loves bright colors, extravagant patterns, collecting paintings, and all kinds of knick-knacks. her house is a reflection of her personality: warm, welcoming, and cluttered with ✨precision✨

has a penchant for big jewelry (especially necklaces)

gale deems her “unavoidable” because she has a way of seeing right through him, sometimes even going beyond motherly intuition (and because you’d spot her everywhere)

she always strongly supported gale’s individuality and wanted to give him every opportunity to grow into the person he wants to be

this often clashes cause she does worry about his safety constantly

on that note: would do absolutely everything for her son

her ex-husband had little interest in raising gale and deemed him too exhausting/high maintenance. morena eventually encouraged his decision to split, knowing his presence would do more harm than good

loves books but doesn’t bother to keep them in good condition (much to gale’s horror)

as he got older their dynamic grew to resemble a friendship, which is also why he refers to her by her first name

they banter a lot and it is very entertaining to watch/makes their similarities even more obvious

surprisingly strict whenever the situation calls for it. it’s a sudden 180. don’t mess with morena dekarios

claims she’s not interested in gossip, but is very curious nonetheless

possesses extensive mixology knowledge, but hates being drunk. life needs to be experienced to the fullest with all senses at all times

she’s a natural dancer despite not having a whole lot of practice

very welcoming to a romanced!tav and the rest of gale’s new friends. she has already been filled in by tara and withers. naturally, as long as her prince is happy she is as well

almost rivals gale in the duration of his crying during his own wedding. once he begins to read his vows she’s immediately brought to tears

actively tries to get to know a romanced!tav and makes sure they feel included in their family whenever possible, but will also respect if there’s no interest/some apprehension

she is very respectful of gale’s privacy and knows when to step back, albeit no less worried

she has dark, long, curly and thick hair that is hard to tame. (the envy of all her neighbors her age) she usually puts it up in a claw

tara has her own corner in morena’s sitting room, including her very own cozy armchair. no one else is allowed to use it.

[lazylittledragon]

!! QUICK PSA FOR TESTOSTERONE TAKERS !!

warning this is a bit gross so i'll put the photos under the cut but i think it's important because nobody told me about this before i started T

if you're taking testogel/any other T that you put on your skin, please for the love of god moisturise the skin you put it on

gel REALLY dries out your skin and as someone with dry skin anyway it caused my skin to flake and scab and break out more which has left a lot of scarring on my back/chest/shoulders

(yes, T causes acne anyway, but for me personally my skin didn't get that much worse after i started and it's improved since i've been moisturising more so that was the problem for me)

obviously there is absolutely NOTHING wrong with having acne or acne scarring or anything like that (it just makes me a bit insecure and means i have to put off getting tattoos there until it gets better), i just wish i'd started taking care of it earlier

also i would Never want to scare anyone off HRT if they want it because it's been a wonderful magical thing for me but there are some uncomfortable aspects of it and this is just one that i didn't know about

[fennthetalkingdog]

Sometimes I forget I'm a therian. Then I get the urge to bork bork and shake out my fur and lick my muzzle, lol.

[my5hiningstars]

"I'll be honest with you, I really didn't realise CDs were poppin still...I haven't used a CD in about, it has to be ten years!" - Ashton Irwin, June 8th 2024

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Kiss Kiss Fallen Tree!

[First] Prev <–-> Next

[forcedhesitation]

astarion origin playthrough worth it just for all the extra moments where he does the "sad wet cat" face

[cerise-on-top]

hi! how would Valeria and Kate react if their wife’s got hurt because of their work, both of them working highly jobs and it ended up catching up to their s/o. hoe you are doing well and drink plenty of water! thank you!

-🍒

Hello! Both of them would be absolutely distraught, but would go about it in different ways!

Valeria’s and Laswell’s Wife Gets Hurt Because of their Job

Valeria: Whoever hurt you will wind up tortured and eventually, once she thinks they’ve had enough of their miserable life, will wind up dead. Naturally, the first thing she does is check up on you, see if you’re alright and well, that’s her priority. You’re the love of her life, there’s no one else in this world she wants to see do well. You’ll be admitted to the best hospital nearby and will only get the finest treatment. Once you’re stabilized, that’s when the hunt begins. Whoever hurt you won’t get too far since that bastard’s life will be on the line. Regardless of where they might be hiding, Valeria will find them and show them that death is actually a kind of mercy. She has pretty much everything at her disposal, everything money can buy, this sucker won’t know what hit them. If it’s revenge they want, then revenge they’ll get. Valeria promises you that their head will be on a silver plate. She’s not very good with words when it comes to comforting someone, but she will have that person killed in the most cruel ways she can imagine. In fact, she’ll take the pleasure of torturing them upon herself. Once she’s done, she’ll take some days off, which is surprising since she usually can’t afford that at all. You’ll be under her direct care for those days. Anything you want you’ll get. Afterwards there will be a slight shift in her demeanor, Valeria becomes more protective over you. Sometimes she might even assign some trusted people of hers to watch over you since she can’t afford something like that happening again. While she can’t always take some days off, she’ll try to be closer to you anyway. Always texting you, finding excuses to come home for a day maybe. She just really needs to make sure you’re okay, she wouldn’t know what to do with herself if you died.

Laswell: Laswell will try to be a bit more diplomatic about it at first, trying to coax whoever hurt you out of hiding. This person will be held accountable for their crimes against her world. Naturally, she rescues you first, gets you to the nearest hospital and won’t leave your side until you’re stable again. If it takes you a while to wake up again, she’ll leave to find the fucker and make sure they swim with the fishes. She has a pretty large, efficient network and will find out who it was fairly easily. Once she knows who they are, she won’t hesitate to find out all their past crimes as well, if they hurt you then they must have done some other awful things as well. Once that phase is over, she’ll go to their home herself and have them arrested, put in the worst prison imaginable where the inmates are treated especially badly. She won’t kill them, but she wouldn’t be surprised if they wind up dead anyway. Laswell usually isn’t an evil person, but she does hope that person dies during their time. Their sentence will be as long as possible so there’s no chance of them ever seeing the sunlight again either. Once all of this is over, she, too, would take some days off to spend with you. You’re a priority above all else, so Laswell will want to be there for you, no matter the cost. While she usually isn’t, depending on how severely you got hurt she might become a bit overbearing, a bit overprotective. That overprotectiveness will last for a few months, afterwards she’ll try to give you some space again. However, she’ll always be keeping a closer eye on you, always texting or calling you every once in a while to make sure you’re okay. If she needs to, she’ll put you under her protection officially, but the situation needs to be dire for that to happen. Either way, she’ll be keeping you safe.

[wecantalktomorrow]

Welcome to Kay's 25 Days of Smutmas!

Starting on December 1st, I will be posting a new smut fic everyday until Christmas! These are all one shots of varying lengths and content. As they are posted, I will add the links to this post, summaries and lengths will be included under the break!

All fics will be Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson.

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NOW COMPLETE!

🎄 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 🎄 6 - 7 - 8 - 9 - 10 🎄 11 - 12 - 13 - 14 - 15 🎄 16 - 17 - 18 - 19 - 20 🎄 21 - 22 - 23 - 24 - 25 🎄

🎁 December 1: 2.2k

The actions had Harry’s back arching, a low moan resonating in his throat as his hands found Louis’s hair. “Wha?” Was his garbled response as he blinked into the darkness, trying to orient himself while simultaneously pushing his cock farther into Louis’s mouth. Lifting his head, he blinked down at the scene before him, his fingers knotting into his husband’s hair immediately. “Oh, fuck me,” he whimpered as his brain seemingly processed what was happening.

🎁 December 2: 1.9k

Louis smiled down at Harry in approval, bringing his hand up to knot it into his hair, stroking at his scalp affectionately. “There’s my good boy,” he murmured. His cock was standing at attention almost directly in front of Harry’s face and his boy managed to keep his gaze on Louis’s face. He was so proud of him. “Gonna use your mouth a little, baby."

🎁 December 3: 3.3k

Louis couldn’t help but grin, a small laugh escaping him, at the way Harry voiced his own previous thoughts. Nodding through a moan, he pulled at his husband’s left hand, bringing it to his lips so he could press a kiss to the band adorning his finger before peppering kisses to the rest of his knuckles, gaze never leaving Harry’s face. “Wouldn’t have it any other way, m’love,” he answered quietly, giving the hand he was holding an affectionate squeeze before moving his hands to the man’s hips.

🎁 December 4: 1.3k

He was going to die in their bed, on his back with the most beautiful man between his legs, licking him out like his life depended on it and teasing him until he felt as if he was on the verge of combustion.

🎁 December 5: 2.0k

“Was just thinking about that night, how you came onto me under the guise of your high,” Louis teased further, watching the way Harry sputtered through his exhale, an appalled look on his face. Louis started to laugh, body shaking with it as his grip tightened on Harry’s hips to keep him from getting up. “You had such a crush on me that you were willing to choke to death? That’s embarrassing.”

🎁 December 6: 1.9k

Louis hummed in response, opening her palm and pressing down on Harry’s pubic bone to still her hips once again. “I am touching you, but if you don’t keep still and be my good girl, I will not be touching you any further. Do not be greedy, Harry. You will get what I give you, understand?” Louis’s tone was gentle yet firm, turning her head only to raise an eyebrow at Harry.

🎁 December 7: 2.3k

“Fuck, baby,” Louis moaned, tugging at Harry’s curls. “Don’t think this kind of content is allowed in the documentary or on my Instagram, yeah?”

🎁 December 8: 3.3k

He turned around, grabbing at Harry's waist and pushing him up against the closed door. "M'sisters seem to think you want a baby," Louis whispered hotly, sucking at Harry's earlobe as his hands tightened their grip on his hips, bringing his own closer to pin his husband against the door. "Is that true? Do you want a baby?"

🎁 December 9: 2.5k

“Louis, I have an idea.”

And isn’t that how they usually ended up in these situations?

🎁 December 10: 2.3k

Harry closed in on Louis’s frame, mouth dry and brain still buffering. When she opened her mouth to answer, agree with the statement, do something other than stand there and stare at her girlfriend – all that came out of her was, “Does the skirt pass the head test?” And with that, she was stepping closer until her chest was pressed to Louis’s back, urging them both forward into the stall, allowing the door to close behind her before she was dropping to her knees.

🎁 December 11: 3.6k

Louis couldn’t help but smile proudly, holding an intense infatuation with the way Harry was always so eager to please; to be good for him. “That’s my girl,” he murmured, tucking one of her loose curls behind her ear before cupping her cheek in his palm, stroking at her jawline with his thumb. “How’s this? You get down on those pretty knees of yours, kneel for me for a while beneath this desk, maybe hold my cock in that beautiful mouth of yours and keep it warm for me? If you can be my good girl while I do this interview, I’ll put my mouth on you in return when it’s done, hm?”

🎁 December 12: 2.2k

Louis, seemingly snapping out of his possessive trance, lifted his gaze to Harry’s face and smiled, a light blush dusting his cheeks. “Yeah, well, you look fucking amazing. Knowing that’s our baby in there is just… It’s so…” He trailed off, looking at the Omega and offering up a helpless shrug, unable to word why exactly his response was the way it was.

🎁 December 13: 3.8k

Louis groaned at the applied friction to his cock, tugging sharply at Harry’s curls when his hips rolled forward. “Nice to meet you, Harry, ‘m Louis,” he answered, panting into the other man’s mouth. “Yeah? Do you have a thing for married men, then?” He smirked at the shuddery breath Harry released, slipping a hand under the front of the jumper he was wearing, teasing his fingertips over the abs there.

🎁 December 14: 4.0k

That was how, some hours later, Harry found herself face down and all but begging for mercy as she fisted the sheets. Her thighs were trembling, her breath leaving her in wet, labored pants as she pushed back into the sensation.

🎁 December 15: 2.6k

Glancing down, Harry keened at the liquid leaving his nipples. His cheeks flushed a brilliant crimson, gaze darting over the Alpha’s shoulder as he pulled his lower lip between his teeth. Despite the embarrassment flooding his being, he couldn’t help but arch into Louis’s persistent touch that was still working his nipples. “F-fuck,” he breathed, a shiver running through him, “I’m sorry.”

🎁 December 16: 2.3k

A shocked gasp left Harry’s lips when the hot wax came in contact with her skin, cunt clenching around Louis’s cock with a please moan. “Fuck, Louis,” she breathed after a moment, staring down at him with eyes blow wide with lust. The pain paired with the way Louis’s cock hit every space deep within her so perfectly had her lifting her hips slightly only to force them down again quickly. “So good,” she panted.

🎁 December 17: 2.1k

“Does my girl want me between her legs, hm?” Louis answered, lifting his gaze to watch the way Harry’s face changed under the endearment, looking to ensure that he read the situation correctly. “Looked so pretty tonight, did my girl need some attention?” His words were muffled into Harry’s skin as he moved to bite at her thigh once again, sucking at the skin as his hands continued to travel over whatever expanses he could reach.

🎁 December 18: 2.0k

It was a silly question. Louis recognized the sounds, the distinct tone in Harry’s voice, the vulnerable Omega tone that had slipped into his pleads. His mate’s heat was starting early and he was on the other side of the world. The reality of the situation settled in and had his Alpha clawing at his chest as he grew restless, pacing the floor with the phone still stuck to his ear.

🎁 December 19: 1.7k

The curly-haired man was sobbing into the sheets, hips fidgeting every time Louis’s fingers grew closer to that spot inside of him where he craved it the most – only to slip away, never providing him the satisfaction he needed. It was driving him insane, his knuckles aching with how tightly curled his fists were. The additional feel of Louis’s scruff scratching his skin did not help the situation. “Louis,” he choked out, shifting his face in an attempt to look back at the older man, “please.” 

🎁 December 20: 2.1k

“Think you can hold it for me, H? Be a good girl?” Louis asked, quirking an eyebrow at Harry. He left the decision to her, stroking over her cheek with his thumb. His eyes stayed locked on her face, watching for any signs of apprehension to the prospect of playing today. “Up to you, princess,” he commented, scratching lightly at her scalp.

🎁 December 21: 2.0k

Louis blatantly sniffed the air, his grip tightening on Harry’s hips as he pulled him closer. “Omega,” he rasped, leaning in to get another whiff of the boy before he continued, “love, I think you’re going into heat.” The statement brought a moment of clarity upon the Alpha as he took a minute to think, holding the – now whining – Omega closer to him.

🎁 December 22: 2.0k

“Alright, then?” Harry asked gruffly, her lips brushing the shell of Louis’s ear as she pulled her closer to her own chest. She would like to say that she isn’t usually the jealous, possessive type, that it’s only because of the alcohol currently running through her system but, unfortunately, that wasn’t the case. When your girlfriend looked like Louis, it was understandable for people to stare but never for them to touch.

🎁 December 23: 2.4k

Harry surprises Louis with a new piercing when he returns from tour.

🎁 December 24: 1.4k

It had started with Harry leaning in and lapping a drip of ice cream from the side of Louis’s mouth, kissing him deeply when their lips met. A whisper of happy birthday and I love you passed between them. The action had lit a fire in Louis’s eyes, a considering look on his face as he appraised Harry before he was sinking to his knees with the carton and spoon in his hand.

🎁 December 25: 5.3k

The reassurance from Louis had Harry grinning and running his hands down his husband’s sides. “I think you’re going to like it,” he murmured confidently, starting to play with the hem of his own jumper when he sat back against his husband’s bent knees. “Sorry you don’t get to unwrap it, though. Knew you’d be more reluctant to be tied up if you saw it first.”

[skrunksthatwunk]

landing

[backmarkerr]

Kimi explaining why he picked #7 instead of #6 as his driver number