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Never breaking up this love triangle.
DAKOTA JOHNSON, CHRIS EVANS & PEDRO PASCAL via A24's Instagram (May 20, 2025)
There's something so bittersweet, though, about 'Seth Domade', sorcerer and archivist of the Cobalt Soul.
Something about Seth being from a tavern family, a place where you'd be surrounded by laughter and life; no pretension, no expectations, no loneliness. Something about Essek's mother being an Umavi, and Seth's being an ordinary tavernkeep. 'My mother has never made Kraft cheese' vs 'my mother can stop time with her ale!' Something about Seth being a sorcerer, a class that just gets their talent and doesn't have to work and work and work to achieve more, until you've shut out everything else but your studies. Something about Seth being in the Cobalt Soul, where he'd always have peers and where all knowledge is shared.
Something, too, about Seth being a human from a humble family who realised he had arcane talent, and went off and studied and was happy. Something about Seth being a combination of the life Caleb should have lived, and the life Essek never could.
I AM SO VERY SORRY FOR THIS CURSED IMAGE EVERYONE….BUT I GIVE YOU…..THE PICKLE LADY.
It’s Jinsung as Eda….but in the cursed form. Jinsung turns into a pickle. Please blame Ashe for this and not me, thanks.
Part 1, Part 2, Part 3
@ashe-is-here ASHE I HAVE SO MANY REGRETS AND I’M CRYING THIS WAS A MISTAKE. BUT I’VE FINALLY DONE IT. PICKLE LADY IS HERE. Please send help, I’m dying. I need to go gouge out my eyes now. This is all your fault, ya cursed child. COULDN’T WE HAVE DONE AN OWL HOUSE AU WITHOUT THE PICKLES???
Who hurted the coffee boi?!
Gimme your Fluffynightkiller headcanons!! 💜❤💜❤💜❤💜
Yessssss.
1st off, Nightmare and Killer are terrible when it comes to attmiting they are in love. Even when they were just dating eachother, they would always say it was casual, they would always pretend that they were just messing around with each other.
Till one night they are just laying together in bed and they just have a moment of
"nightmare..... Are we still casual?"
"....... I... Don't think so"
"do you want to talk about it night?"
"no let's just.... Let it be"
That's when they knew they were in love with eachother. <3 it was kind of an unspoken truth between them. But what about Ccino?
For Killer he first realised while at work. He'd gotten a coffee from his lover and was walking to set. Then he noticed that Ccino had written a little message on the side, wishing him a good day, it basically made his soul go doki doki. That's when he knew.
Bonus. Killer is not easily flustered. He's got a silver tounge when it comes to flirting and sensual touches won't embarrass him in the slightest. But being kissed on the forehead by one of his boyfriends when they think he's asleep? Or a little message on the side of his cup, well that will make him completely red faced.
For Nightmare it was different. He comes into the kitchen in the morning and Ccino is up cooking breakfast. Ccino hasn't seen nightmare and is talking to his cats.
"oh you know what those two are like! They are always sleeping in, so I'll make them some breakfast!"
Nightmare just couldn't help but smile, and smile wide at that. And then? Oh no he's in love, plain and simple.
Bonus Killer and nightmare are not morning people, so Ccino often wakes them up with a short kiss and a hot cup of coffee every morning they sleep over<3
So now Killer and Nightmare are at the mercy of the Coffee boy. Even if they won't say it.
So what happens?
Well,
I imagen that Nightmare X Killer is one of those celebrity power couples. People love them together! They have a bunch of shipper fans.
But what happens when tabloids happen to snap a picture of Killer out with Ccino kissing him? (cuz yall know killer loves public displays of affection) oh well.
It's all over the gossip mags! Killer and nightmare are no more, killer is cheating on Night! It's a piece of gossip that completely blows up. And the fans aren't happy!
Ccino is attacked online by people blaming him for breaking up the dream couple. At first the hate is indirect, but after a while people start sending hate directly at him! He doesn't tell his lovers at first, but one day he just breaks down sobbing about it.
So Nightmare and Killer make a press statement that they are in fact poly. That the 3 of them are dating and that they both Love the coffee boy. This calms down the haters. But the statement makes it back to Ccino.
Ccino ".... You two said you loved me? Y-you love me?"
Killer ".......yeah...we do"
Nightmare "we love you ccino"
Killer "....... And I love you as well Night"
Nightmare " I love you kills"
Ccino just hugs them both and says he loves them to.
And that's how they first attmit they are all in love. <3 yes it took all of that, they are terrible at this kind of thing.
Sorry this got sappy AF
the office siren title belongs to james spader sorry not sorry
the cuntiness of this man is just. unmatched.
i am going feral
uhm
STOP IT YOU (don't stop though)
bakugou having a bad day at work and coming home annoyed, tense and snappy. you know he’s mad, you feel it when he comes through the door. not only in the air but the way he stomps on the ground and the loud clash when he drops his bag. so for these first few seconds you have a chance to prepare yourself for what you’re about to witness.
you see the back of his fluffy blonde head as he slumps into your living room sofa and lets out the loudest huff. so you step over and sit in the arm chair diagonally opposite to him.
“hey,”
“hi,” he spits, staring at the blank screen of the tv. his arms on the arm rest, his head resting in his palm. every few seconds his jaw clenches then he lets it go.
“so do you wanna talk about it?” you prod lightly, voice light like usual so he knows you’re not about to judge him.
he tuts, frowning and still not looking at you, “no.”
“you sure?”
“yes i’m fuckin’ sure.”
he knows he’s being disrespectful and stupid as soon as the words leave his mouth. the silence is thick between yoi so he robotically turns to face you with a hard glare in defence. but it melts upon seeing your face of indifference. fuck, he needs to do better.
when you lock eyes, your voice is steady but cold, “watch who you’re talking to.”
bakugou’s whole demeanour weakens, his body tensing with the heat of your words. suddenly what happened at work doesn’t matter at all now, not when you’re just as annoyed at him.
another silence hovers over the room so you get up to make your way to your bedroom. “you can leave or stay. i don’t care.”
bakugou grabs your hand before you’re too far, mumbling a quiet, “let’s cuddle.”
you blink at him like he’s dumb, “apologise. decide whether your gonna forget about your issue or talk about it.”
he doesn’t let go of you as he makes the decision on the spot, his hand on your arm sliding down to link your fingers together.
“i’m a piece of shit for talkin’ to you like that. i’m sorry.” you nod, still waiting for the next part, “i’m gonna forget and maybe talk about it later.” he flicks his eyes up to you, not forgetting how harsh your tone was, “if you wanna hear it.”
you’re a fool for your boyfriend, especially with how his eyes turn doe-like when you look down at him. red rubies asking for your forgiveness and a cuddle. he even slides a palm between your legs to rest on your inner thigh, ready to pull you on top of him. you don’t want to say no so you don’t.
“of course, i’ll listen to you. you’re such a bitch when you’re grumpy,” playfulness tinges your words, a slow smile slipping through to your cheeks. bakugou matches your smile, dragging you onto his lap for a cuddle.
you stuff your face in his neck for an inhale of his sweetness and your arms wrap around his strong body. he does the same to you, thumb rubbing your bare hip.
“thought that was one of your favourite things about me,” he drawls sarcastically and you giggle. bakugou sighs mentally at how he started the night with you. he could have came in, been honest about what he felt and had this earlier.
“that and how when i’m annoyed at you, you still have the confidence to ask for a cuddle.”
“confidence well deserved ‘cause look at us now,” he laughs but stops when you lift your head up to glare at him.
“i’ll leave right now,” you threaten.
“no, you’re not,” he says, his arms tightening around you with a peck to your forehead.
Women of Marvel Appreciation post part 2
Fucking badasses through and through
charpim again??? yup, i luv them, srry guys
I’m Not There (2007)
I’m Not There (2007)
Inferno (1980) | dir. Dario Argento
Irene Miracle // Rose Elliot
WHAT: A month-long celebration for AxelxSaix (LeaxIsa) and vice versa. WHEN: July 8 (Saixel Day) – August 7 (Akusai Day), 2018
HELLO, FELLOW SHIPPERS!! It is time to announce this year’s prompts for #akusaimonth. Can you believe it’s the fifth year we’ve been doing this? Wow! Time flies so fast. *W*
This year, you may choose one from three prompts for each day. (Much thanks to @heartlessfujoshi for helping me brainstorm. ;*) As always, you may choose whatever medium that fits your fancy–fics, art, graphics, playlists, video edits, cosplay (!?), whichever. Make sure to post materials made by you yourself! Do not steal other people’s work, please.
Easier-on-your-eyes prompt list may be found below the cut. If you have any questions or clarifications, please don’t be afraid to send them in! :)
Let’s have a lovely akusaimonth again this year. ❤️💙
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Sometimes.....you just have to learn to say No...
You too Kryptos..
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NEW TUMLER VIRUS
this shark is hungry. dangerous.
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if u dont reblog this cyber shark you’re blog will be delieted DONT RISK IT
So apparently Chris Hemsworth (George Kirk?) gets straight-up murdered in this installment of the Cadfael Chronicles.
My life has always been like i am in a dark room & all the windows & doors are permanently closed but even after knowing my real condition everyone is giving me ineffective instructions & suggestions about how to make life better & around all this i always feel like i am forced to thank everyone who tried to help me in this way.
In every psychopathic society some people are making money by solving problems & some people are making money by creating nonsense artificial problems & amidst such tug-of-war i was not given an easy chance to become anything in both the groups & that is why i am still not able to create anything that can represent my successful healthy lifestyle.
I feel lucky to be able to complain about anything because every complaint i have ruined some very strong strategies of my enemies & then they have to start fresh against me after my complaint.
21/05/2024, tuesday 21 may 2024, 07:34 a.m, indore, madhya pradesh, india.
I am all alone in this infinite void of the universe & everything that appears is just an illusion. It's not all that different from a video game.
20/05/2024, monday 20 may 2024, 05:52 p.m, indore, madhya pradesh, india.
Now i see, observe & analyze everything as it is.
18/05/2024, saturday 18 may 2024, 07:07 a.m, indore, madhya pradesh, india.
Sad thought randomly hit me. Imagine Simon nearly meets the same fate Soap did. For months, he's in the hospital recovering. The only reason he lived is because he was only barely hit.
He heals, but he can’t return to service. He has trouble keeping track of things and his memory starts to go. So, he moves back to Manchester. He gets a dog who grows old with him. He finds some new friends and stays in touch with his friends from the military.
But as he gets older, around 65, his memory continues to worsen no matter how many puzzles or brain activities he does. Part of it is the injury but most of it is the fact he's getting older. It gets to the point where he can no longer remember if he's eaten or showered. Price or Gaz offer to help, but he declines since he knows they aren’t in the best shapes either.
For his own health, he goes into an assisted living apartment. He can do most things on his own, but needs to be reminded of what he has and hasn’t done. One of the staff has an accent exactly like Soap's.
And while the staff member has told him his name multiple times, Simon always calls him John. He knows it isn’t John. But the voice reminds him of him. He constantly asks him, "Are you good at art? My John was good at art."