#nothing too graphic ;)

[drowning-inthe-feels]

Team #9 Fic Preview for @codywanreversebang

I am so excited that I was able to write for this wonderful artwork! I can't wait for you to see the whole piece and the fic that I wrote. My artist's tumblr is here, my ao3 is here, and the other author's tumblr is @mymblesbuir and ao3 is here.

“Obi-Wan,” Cody said softly, “time to wake up, love.”

Obi-Wan, normally so awake in an instant, groaned and buried his face in the jacket he was using as a pillow. “Two more minutes,” he slurred.

“Eat and drink something, then you can go back to sleep,” Cody bargained, holding his breath as he waited for whatever might happen.

A blue eye peeked open. “I am thirsty,” Obi-Wan said. His voice was rough from sleep and lack of fluids, and he cleared his throat before grimacing. “It tastes like an animal died in my mouth.”

“Drink this. It’ll help.” Cody handed over a water bottle, keeping a tight grip on it until he was sure that Obi-Wan could hold it by himself. They needed to restock their water supply. Cody had used a lot of it trying to cool Obi-Wan’s body from the fever, and Obi-Wan had thrown up the rest.

“Thank you, darling,” Obi-Wan rasped before taking a small sip. His eyes fluttered shut, and for a moment, Cody feared that Obi-Wan was going to pass out again, but the older man simply smiled. “This is so good.”

“I bet it is. You haven’t had much recently.” Cody surveyed their food, eyeing each item to find something that wouldn’t upset Obi-Wan’s stomach. He finally settled on some biscuits that he’d stolen right before Obi-Wan got sick. “Try this. Eat it slowly. Your body’s not used to food right now.”

Obi-Wan rolled his eyes. “I do know how to take care of myself. I’ve been sick before.”

“I know. I just -” Cody stopped, averted his gaze. “Fuck, Obi-Wan, I was worried, okay? I couldn’t get your fever to go down, and whatever you ate or drank just came right back up. I thought - It doesn’t matter what I thought.”

Obi-Wan’s own gaze softened, and he set aside the biscuits to gently frame Cody’s face with his hands. “Cody, darling, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to snap at you. Thank you for taking care of me while I was unable to do so. Again.” His lips tilted in a crooked grin. “That’s twice I owe my life to you.”

“You almost didn’t make it the first time,” Cody reminded him gently, not that he needed to. They were both fully aware how close to death’s doorstep Obi-Wan had truly been that day. If Cody had found Obi-Wan even a minute later… Well, Cody wouldn’t have the love of his life beside him.

“Are you sure you weren’t a doctor in another life?” Obi-Wan asked cheekily. “I think you’d look rather good in a doctor’s uniform.”

“The scrubs uniform or a sexy uniform?” Cody shot back, unimpressed.

Obi-Wan lazily waved a hand. “Both. Neither. You look good in anything or nothing.”

“Eat your damn biscuits,” Cody muttered, flushing. “Flatterer.”

[museumgiftshoperaser]

Paint the Devil on the Wall

(first little snippet of the opening of my big bang fic)

The first artwork Eddie ever falls in love with is a piece of graffiti on the dumpster behind the church. He’s ten, maybe eleven and his mother pushes him across the parking lot on Sunday morning. They’re running late and pretending not to be, but the Indiana sun soaks sweat through his mother’s nicest blouse. A telltale sign of rushing and cheap polyester.

Would you look at that, she tuts anyway, like judging other people will guard her from nasty looks from the right side of the picket fence. Her yellowed nails hook into his shoulders. I bet it’s those Peterson boys again.

So Eddie looks.

It’s a corner of town he’s seen a hundred times, but just like that it’s new again. Angry blue and black lines swoop across the metal into bold letters spelling out SOON. Loud like advertising, enticing like early morning cartoons. Messy, but on purpose.

His mother must see the crease between his brows, maybe the longing in his eyes because she adds you don’t draw on things that aren’t yours, baby.

Inside, with his knees on the hardwood and his eyes closed, those bright letters light up the inside of his eyelids like a promise. Soon. He doesn’t know what, or where or how, but he thinks it’s coming.

Later that night he scratches the same swooping letters into his bedside table with a ballpoint and a vision. Pushes so hard the plywood dents in the shape of his marks and learns how good it feels. How a room can be a canvas. How he gets to pick the colors.

His stepdad smacks him over the head for it when his mother finds out so he figures nothing in his bedroom is really his. But maybe he knew that already.

It’s a decade later now, and Hawkins, Indiana is over seven hundred miles away. He doesn’t believe in God anymore, maybe never did and he no longer believes in Art. But he believes in Soon like nobody’s business. Gets the word tattooed over his wrist his first week in New York and never looks back. The money. The boys and the white, chalky lines across every black surface he can find. Everything. Soon.

It’s coming.

All of which is to say that this is not a love story.

At least, not yet.

[mikayare]

nico and livio find and befriend an injured angel

[indiejustdoodling]

i keep forgetting this blog exists

anyway i made a new demon slayer oc! (she’s on the left)

they’re basically hinote as a demon

(here’s a synopsis of their personality/story so far cause i don’t wanna type it all out again tbh with an extra sketch) (she doesn’t actually have eyes or eyebrows, it’s just makeup)

[borgijin668]

Here comes part 8! Donnie mini-episode!

This time it's a short one. Oh wow, Donnie survived! Who would have thought, hehe! But I fooled some of you for a moment, didn't I? Don't worry, the plot armor is strong in this one - for now, at least....

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~~!Masterpost!~~

[blueskittlesart]

*sigh* thoughts on Nintendo's botw/totk timeline shenanigans and tomfoolery?

tbh. my maybe-unpopular opinion is that the timeline is only important when a game's place on the timeline seriously informs the way their narrative progresses. the problem is that before botw we almost NEVER got games where it didn't matter. it matters for skyward sword because it's the beginning, and it matters for tp/ww/alttp (and their respective sequels) because the choices the hero of time makes explicitly inform the narrative of those games in one way or another. it matters which timeline we're in for those games because these cycles we're seeing are close enough to oot's cycle that they're still feeling the effects of his choices. botw, however, takes place at minimum 10 thousand years after oot, so its place on the timeline actually functionally means nothing. botw is completely divorced from the hero of time & his story, so what he does is a nonissue in the context of botw link and zelda's story. thus, which timeline botw happens in is a nonissue. honestly I kind of liked the idea that it happened in all of them. i think there's a cool idea of inevitability that can be played with there. but the point is that the timeline exists to enhance and fill in the lore of games that need it, and botw/totk don't really need it because the devs finally realized they could make a game without the hero of time in it.

[clwntwn]

EYESTRAIN & BLOOD TW ASWELL AS II16 SPOILERS

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ii16 broked my brain, but its ok atleast i have binomi

Sorry for not posting here for 7 years againnnn ill try to not forget next time (<- will forget the moment i close tumblr)

[herbgerblin]

Justin Tyler Mcelroy: i'm gonna DM a fun theme park world where big corpo's investment in hardlight tech is an active threat to the likeness, autonomy, and agency of the creatives that they employ lol

WGA, SAG-AFTRA, and other unions: *fighting to protect their likeness, autonomy, and agency from the threat of AI and other tech*

[artcenesse]

can’t tell if this isn’t as funny as it was in my head or if i’m just tired of working on it but here is my Very Serious ™ headcanon for why vox doesn’t like angel dust

[arthursfuckinghat]

"I see you, stranger."

"Come to our tree.."

[astraystayyh]

israel bombed a HOSPITAL in gaza murdering so many children and newborns and women and elderly and men i feel so sick to my stomach i just saw a video and they're all scattered on the ground lifeless my god how can you still stand with that evil evil state? how can you still have the audacity to utter to even think 'Pray for Israel'?? why did the world give up on its humanity where are the international laws where are the fucking repercussions?? israel won't stop until it wipes off the entirety of gaza i am so angry and sad and i feel so fucking powerless im shaking what has our world come to

"Intentionally directing attacks against hospitals and places where the sick and wounded are collected is prohibited under international humanitarian law, provided they are not military objectives. Any such intentional attacks are WAR CRIMES." LIKE WHY ARE WE WATCHING AS ISRAEL COMMITS WAR CRIME AFTER WAR CRIME???? to attack a hospital murdering more than FIVE HUNDRED people and for it to go unpunished????? what is this what the fuck is going on why is this not maddening anyone

[evermorepeyton]

i didnt even know what to screenshot from this chapter (it’s different from the others so im sorry, but i felt it was important to the story)

anyway, chapter 14 of my dnp F1 au fic is up 🏎️🏎️🏎️🤍🤍🤍✨

[atropalugosi]

tumblr won't let me @ you but bestie i'm inspired

NSFW below the cut!

Valeria has been stressed the past few weeks. Exams have been a complete fucking nightmare and she could really use some time to relax. Instead she is having a study sesh with Dani and their friends.

Phone vibrates and she immediately checks her messages, desperate for a distraction from mind numbing papers.

"Good afternoon, dolcézza <3 what are you up to today?"

Even over text she can't help but want to squeal in delight at being pet named.

"Nm! Cramming for exams with the crew" *attached selfie featuring the study group in the background* "getting bored though :o( wish I was at the shop w you instead"

Donna is taking a while to type, writing and then deleting her sentence over and over before Val gets her reply.

"Would you like a distraction?"

"Please! I can feel my brain turning to mush over here"

She expects Donna to keep messaging, talking to distract her from her studies. What actually comes next is a far better surprise.

The bullet Donna asked her to wear sometimes buzzed to life, nearly making Valeria moan out loud. The setting is low, but enough to make the girl as red as her hair. Doubling over a bit instead, she tries to compose herself before any of her friends notice what's up.

"I'm in public!"

"I know <3"

Fuuuuuuck, this woman is going to be the death of her.

"So not fair :o("

"I'm just making sure you're ready for me when you come over tonight"

Val bites her lip at the thought of what the botanist has in store for her, rubbing her thighs together in anticipation.

">///<

Ok mammina!"

[bat-girled]

does batman tumblr know about gentle giants dog food?

au where after dick moves out for the first time needs to make money and uses his celebrity to market dog food

alternatively very funny if this was damian's idea but the brand insisted on him being in the original robin suit for marketability

[bumblingbabooshka]

Older Tuvoks

[starcrossedjedis]

Sairen Sun aka. “Sun the Siren” in “Bring me the Horizon” [One Piece Live Action // Shanks x OFC]

“I'm not the type of person people usually stick around for. I'm just a layover, not anyone's home port...”

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