#things I do instead of sleeping

[srebrnastal]

Welcome to another episode of “What animal will Bertholdt Hoover be today?”. The answer is: Borzoi. Borzoi Bertholdt. Bertzoi. Puppytolt 🐶🤲

Because this post by @v1bri <3

obligatory borzoi meme lol (golden Reiner retriver for the soul)

[sylki221b-of-the-shire]

Things I do instead of sleeping

Drawing Tony Stark’s first arc reactor.

(Okay it looks shit now that I have it on a photo. Thought it was better when I saw it in the weird light of my room lamp, also the picture is a bad quality. In my defense it’s 1 am)

[howthebestwaslost-blog]

He’d had his suspicions, every time Rogue had offered another memory of the person he’d lost. His brilliant Artificer, who could build anything from scratch with just crayons and half a can of Spam, whom he could always count on to catch him in free fall, no matter the odds; who knew him like he’d known him forever, who, in a pinch, could probably have saved the whole universe with a kettle and some string, who accepted both his strengths and his faults like precious, cherished gifts.

It took him a while, after the day that had to come, inevitably, to look at his reflection again. He had refused to acknowledge this new face, even though Rogue, brave as always, had begged him to take it and walk away from this. To add another image to the gallery of faces Rogue had loved so much, even if he was never going to see it himself.

And then he saw he had been right.

This new face had looked back at him from photographs before, brought alive by stories told with a smile and shining eyes.

Rogue had never talked about the day he lost him, and he had no idea what was waiting for him. All he knew was that he had ten more years to love him, another ten years to make him happy.

So he took the TARDIS on one more trip, kissed her console and her doors and parked her on a street corner, a strange little thing gathering dust. Who knew. He might even see her again.

Then he turned away and took a little walk, on the lucky day Rogue would never forget, to where he knew he would meet him for the first time.

[superbat-lmao]

Jason travels to an alternate universe where Bruce only cares about being Batman. He took in each of his kids to serve the mission, not be his children.

Now, faced with alternate versions of his family, Jason has to grapple with the fact that his Bruce does care, that he is his father. Because the man in front of him now, trying to send him home, isn’t even close.

[cuppajj]

rough wippy of an animatic i want to do with shadow milk cookie! i wanted to make them shapeshift because messing with PV's mind is fun like that

[sodaneko]

・❥・suna x gn!reader ; slightly suggestive ; second chance romance ; word count: 824

suna rintarō doesn’t get why you’re so surprised over the photo strip on the fridge. no way, you still have that? of course he does. you were his first love after all. and if he was being honest with himself (something he avoided), you were his last, too. in all these years after you broke up there was no one who got even close to replacing you. so yeah, he kept the memory from when you squeezed into that photo booth together after school; your uniforms a bit rumpled, a lollipop dangling from the corner of your mouth, lipstick marks all over his face. you were so happy back then, young and naive and so, so head over heels in love. 

now you’re older and more beautiful than ever and your eyes light up when you spot him from across the room at the class reunion. it’s been years but his name still rolls off your tongue the way it used to, and even though you changed your perfume (he can tell) your familiar scent still lingers on you when he buries his face in your hair, strong arms coming to wrap around your middle and pulling you close. he has been a fool for ever letting you go. osamu, his roommate and witness to the scene, shoots him a knowing glance before giving you both some space. suna’s whole world just shrunk down to the size of you in his arms anyway. 

you talk. you talk for hours while ignoring everyone else, your knees nudging against another under the table, your pinkies almost touching while his hand rests next to your glass, his eyes flickering down to your lips for a brief moment until you ask him if he wants to get out of here; his heart in his throat when he nods and your hand slips into his like muscle memory. he’s not drunk but he feels lightheaded, like he’s in a dream where he gets to have you again. 

suna fumbles for his house keys while trying to recall if he cleaned after himself before he left or if osamu’s boxers are still on the bathroom floor as they always are, but his mind goes blank the moment you tangle your hand in his hair and pull him down to your lips. there’s a certain despair to the kiss, as if you’re both afraid that it’ll just be another faint memory once the sun rises again. the door clicks open and suna shoves you inside, pushing you against the nearest wall, one leg slotting between your thighs before he kisses you back with hunger, slender fingers cradling your face. you’re clawing and biting at each other with fervor, and by the time you make it to his bedroom you’re already panting and moaning his name.

and when morning comes you’re still there in his arms, lying on top of him, feeling his heart drum against his ribcage as if it’s trying to find a way back to yours. he presses a kiss to your jawline and the side of your neck before rolling you over, pinning you underneath him. you still giggle and laugh the same way you used to and suna thinks that he never stopped loving you, not even a bit. it’s still there, unfurling in his chest, blooming into you. you sigh into his open mouth when his fingers find your sweet spot again, taking you apart like something holy once more, again and again, too afraid it will be the last time he gets to have you like this.

it’s already noon when he carries you over to the kitchen, putting you down on the counter while he roams the cabinets for something to eat. with osamu as his roommate he doesn’t have to search for long, but your attention is already elsewhere, pinned to the fridge door and the photos adorning it. we look a lot like we did back then, don’t we? suna huffs out a laugh but you’re not wrong; you, wearing his crinkled shirt and nothing else, an unlit cigarette dangling from the corner of your mouth, and his face covered in your lipstick marks–even the shade is identical.

he grabs his phone and leans into you, your arms coming to wrap around his neck and your cheek squished against his as you laugh without a single worry in the world. the camera shutter clicks. the past repeats itself in the tiny kitchen and the love is still there, never left, just orbited around the sun to grow tenfold in size. suna will forever love you, his lips brushing against your knuckles and the inside of your wrist before he finds your mouth again, the unspoken promise pushed between your parted lips, the silent plea on the tip of his tongue. 

love me back. love me like you used to. love me as if it never hurt. love me, love me, love me.

[srebrnastal]

b-berturtle..... 🐢🤲

r-reimster..... 🐹🤲

@h0-0d

(please, let's pretend he's built more like a terrapin than a tortoise 🙏)

[arcanegifs]

rewatch the show yall. it gets even better if you do.

[zonky-zara]

Songs of Valor, Old Girl.

[doctor-whiskey]

Hands of the spider

Oh yes, Georgie, they float, they all float.

We all float down here.

And you'll float too

[dirteater25]

A thing i noticed about Dess' fan design after chapter 4

Dess pre-Carol reveal Dess post Carol reveal

[kaddyssammlung]

[keferon]

*clasps your shoulders gently and looks you straight in the eye*

Keferon. Please read Ninth by Kyn on AO3. I think you would love it very much. It has a large chapter count, but don't be intimidated, it's very easy to get into. It is currently unfinished, but is being updated regularly.

You are the seventh person that recommended this fic to me so ahahahaha yeah

I’m doing great Help I hate some parts of it but I love the other parts I’m spinning in the blender

…..I made the moodboard….

[srebrnastal]

DRAW BERTOLT'S COCK

HIS NAME IS KÜKEN!!!

Guys, I literally stormed into Google search to quickly find some refs of a person with a rooster, so my tired brain typed in “Man holding cock” and you'll never believe what results I got (yes, it was porn) XDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD

It was like half past midnight, I was tired after work and was about to go to bed, but this ask came out of nowhere and just. WHAT IS IT. And I wasn't tired anymore bhjjnfkjjgfnkdkfdmzks

BTW, I don't take art requests, especially not ones like this LOL I did it because it strike me like a bolt of the blue and, honestly, Bertholdt deserves a pet rooster <3

[rpfofficial]

suffering through post traumatic stress disorder in the peace and quiet of your own home counts as chilling okay

[zonky-zara]

It had to be done.

I was going to draw Damen too, but I can't decide what Damen's reaction to the whole situation would be.

Do you think he'd be smitten? Damen enjoys SpOrTs enough he'd probably start getting a little warm under the collar the moment a pretty blond challenged him to a dual. (We already know how Damen treats people he spars with **cough** 7 hours **cough** 👀)

Or do you think Damen would feel really bad when faced with the reality of what he did and maybe try to deescalate the situation and apologize while Laurent is actively doing everything in his power to kill him?

Regardless. I desperately need an AU fanfic where Laurent hunts Damen down to get revenge.