#continuing thread

[salarymanwaka]

[hoshizoralone]

[ohithankyou]

[ssquilliamsquispmain]

Riptise tomorrow

[wigglebox]

Destiel Pride - Day 5; Cursed or not

[elalalune]

Buggy in Wonderland AU

An AU where Buggy is Alice and Shanks is the Queen of Hearts/Red Queen

//yan!shanks

• when Buggy was younger he ends up in wonderland and befriends a red haired boy with a straw hat

• years later he thinks it was just his active imagination and forgets about those adventures

• but then he sees a rabbit running around wearing a familiar straw hat

• he follows it down a rabbit hole and ends up in wonderland

• after some adventures and meeting wonderland's residents, he reaches the queen's castle

• the ruler seems friendly but also feels familiar and Buggy isn't sure why

• he's very accomodating — always inviting Buggy to tea parties or extravagant balls, giving him a nice room w a large bed, sending him expensive jewelry and valuable gifts everyday, things like that

• but the more Buggy spends time with him, the more he realizes that Shanks seems intent on keeping him in this world

[squeakitties]

[this-blog-needs-a-new-name]

[babacontainsmultitudes]

AH. So that's why they put that content warning. I see!

[aessedia87]

Alpha/Alpha Ghoap

NSFW MDNI!

Simon is having a particularly  bad day.

It starts like any other, he’s up and out the door before the sun rises, at the gym on base within minutes, the comforting familiarity of the space calming his mind.

Or at least, it usually does.

But the solace Simon finds in the gym, the quiet that allows his mind to relax before he’s thrust into his role as Lieutenant Riley is disrupted by the huffing pants from across the room, the strong, dominating scent filling the space. 

The smell that sets something off inside of Simon, something vicious and raw. He closes his eyes, trying to ignore it, jaw clenching as he does so, because he knows better. They all do.

It’s an unspoken rule, an etiquette that Simon has had drilled into his mind since he was born. Alphas don't engage with other alphas. But avoiding one in the military is nearly impossible.

It was something alphas were trained to work around, Simon understanding that he couldn’t be just what his baser instincts claimed he was. Other alpha’s warring scents were just part of the job. Something that could be easily ignored.

But *this* scent makes his blood boil. The scent from the man lifting weights on the other side of the room, his muscled body gleaming with a sheen of sweat, his stupid mohawk flopping onto his forehead. Sergeant John 'Soap' MacTavish, and also the latest addition to the 141.

Soap's scent is earthy, reminding Simon of a grassy field, of dirt and grit, of the sun when it lingers for too long on your skin. It's also the smell associated with that sharp fucking tongue, with the man who always has something to say, challenging, defiant.

And Simon hates it. Hates it because he loves a fucking challenge, always willing to silence a mouthy brat, and yet this *brat* is an entirely new enigma. Simon hates that the man has taken residence in his mind, that he smells John *everywhere*, the scent lingering on his clothes, invading his dreams, reminding Simon of those blue eyes and cocky mouth. Of the fact that John is an alpha just like *him*, and Simon hates himself for the thoughts that run rampant in his mind, for his cock that's rock hard and leaking when he wakes.

He hates the thought of wondering what a man like Soap would look like on his knees, taking Simon's knot. Of how fucking *pretty* Johnny would sound as he cried on Simon's cock, when those bratty words would finally be silenced by pleading whines, begging Simon for *more*.

And Simon doesn't know what the fuck is wrong with him. He's an alpha, John's an alpha. That's not how any of this works. And yet, that doesn't stop his body from responding the way it does, from his eyes to rove the length of John's body, to watch the man's muscles constrict with every slow curl of the weight in his hands. To watch the sweat bead slowly down John's forehead, Simon wondering for a long moment if the man would taste the same way he smelled. And he hates himself a little more for even bothering to think in such a way.

Those blue eyes flick to Simon's own in the mirror, a cocky smirk. "See something you *like*, LT?"

Simon feels his skin bristle, grinding down on his teeth so hard that his jaw clenches in irritation. "Shut the fuck up, Soap."

John ignores him for a long moment as he curls his next set, his muscles straining with the exertion, face pinched in concentration. "Aren't we a ray of sunshine this morning," John grumbles, that stupid smirk curling his lip. "Something bothering ye?"

"You are," Simon snarls, turning up the speed as he goes into a brisk jog. He needs to run this energy off, this *need* burning deep within him. The need that tells him to cross the space, to grab Soap by the collar of his shirt that is entirely too tight, and remind him that Simon is the one in charge. He's Soap's superior officer. And yet, as Simon relishes the burn in his legs, the warmth spreading throughout his body, he knows he's in a losing battle. He's going to fucking *snap*, and Simon doesn't know how much longer he can control himself.

He's off the treadmill before he can say another word, his long strides taking him to the door, John's knowing gaze following him the entire way. It would take *one* cinder, one lick of flame, and Simon would boil over. But he can't. He won't. No matter how much he *wants* to.

[pastaxandria]

The Red Thread: Chapter 163

The Library of Pastaxandria has recorded for its archives: Chapter 163 of The Red Thread.

Ship: Matt Murdock x F!Reader

Chapter Summary:

"The person I'm tracking… It has to do with Project Beagle." You grimaced as Matt abruptly straightened next to you, his inhale sharp and startled. "I'm looking for the brother of my old handler. Anthony, from the journals. He might be hiding in Queens, according to S.H.I.E.L.D.. His brother's lived there for decades, and they think he's stashed Anthony somewhere. If I can find the brother… I find Anthony." Silence hung heavy in the air, thick and heavy as a shroud. Then Matt blew out a slow breath, letting go of you so he could scrub his hands down his face. "Shit," he said softly.

Wordcount: 7.6k

Warnings for this chapter: for once this chapter is ENTIRELY SAFE, I even added some extra cuddles for all of you, and there is a WONDERFUL CAMEO I have been waiting to get to at this point in my outline, so go forth!

Read me on AO3 where Matt's suddenly realizing there might be too many things going on for him to handle all of it

[inkshadow]

closed starter for @sunliights featuring aster and peach, and eventually all of the choi family and their partners. maybe noemia is there with caelum too c:

"wow, you... you look amazing." the fact that he struggles to get the words out should be a testament in itself, for words can never really fail aster when he speaks so many of them all day, every day. this time, the singular word is more than fitting for how peach looks in her dress, much different to the ones she often dons when they're out for nice walks or trips outdoors. he approaches her carefully, like his presence alone will spook her right out of her garments, and eventually settles his hands at her tiny waist. "you're going to kill it tonight, i promise. they're all gonna love you! are you nervous?"

[pebblerosegamer]

a short unscripted doodly comic i made amidst a larger art project! ive been busy on that and writing my au, which leaves me little to share, i fret- thats why i somewhat vanished, lol.

[epihlogue]

@mythicalitie said: “ you know i can’t do this out here — stop it!” [Henry at Alex]

Alex frowned, stepping away from him, unable to hide the hurt on his face. Would they ever get to be anything more outside of a closed bedroom? His heart ached at the thought. “I just wanted … what’s the harm in holding hands, Henry?” No one was here to watch them, but then, he knew how particular Henry could be. He shouldn’t have pushed his boundaries. “I’m sorry,” Alex said, voice soft as he put space between them.

[yeah-thats-probably-it]

tumblr won't let me add videos to reblogs of my own post so this is just to say: I really like this minute or so from the end of The Delayed Arrival! I think it's nice. It's hard to explain why, I think it just feels kind of cozy and domestic (fittingly after an episode where J and B have been acting Extremely Married). Jeeves waiting to pick up Bertie from his darts thing and ask how it went like a supportive spouse. The two of them exchanging meaningful glances about Stilton. I like the shot of Jeeves closing the door as the theme music starts to play. Just "we had a crazy adventure but now we're home again :)" vibes

[nivannedyt4t]

jingle jingle jake müller come back jingle jingle sherry birkin come baaack pspsppspspspps helena harper come back ppspspspsp jingle jingle