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Ragnarok: Small important things

  • Thor’s chest heaving with sadness and anger after Odin dies

  • The fact that before leaving Asgard for NYC, Thor clearly left Volstagg and Fandral in charge of the Bifrost

  • How painfully sad it is when Hulk is desperately fighting not to transform back into Bruce

  • That incredible upside-down transition shot of Loki and Valkyrie cat-walking side by side towards the Grandmaster

  • The soft way Loki says “hello Bruce” the first time they see each other again

  • Heimdall’s biceps when he flings his poncho off

  • How proud Loki looks when Thor goes full God of Thunder and jumps down to the bridge

  • The way Thor strokes beneath his eye patch at the end before Loki steps into view (and the way Loki immediately reassures him that it suits him)

  • How the layout of the ‘throne’ scene mirrors the early scene in Thor when he’s first approaching the throne of Asgard; his allies, loved ones and friends on the stairs and the ceremonial music swelling


She is rotten. He is damaged. They’re a match made in hell. Blast open the psychotic mind of Harley Quinn as she admits her obsessive, mad love for the Joker. WB’s SUICIDE SQUAD meets LADY GAGA in this explosive and fierce production by The Hillywood Show®.  

View in 720p, 1080p or full 4K HD for the full Suicide Squad experience!  Enjoy and God bless.  

Lying Is The Most Fun a Girl Can Have Without Taking Her Clothes Off (Chap. 8)

Lying Is The Most Fun a Girl Can Have Without Taking Her Clothes Off -Reader signs up for an online app similar to Omegle, but little does she know that she’s talking to the one and only Sebastian Stan.

Pairing: Sebastian Stan x Reader

Warnings: Angst. Oral sex (female receiving). Fluff. Sebastian being a sexy beast. Slight secondhand embarrassment. NSFW. 

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Welcome Home

Happy Smut Appreciation Day!

Summary: Dean comes home from a hunt, and you give him an eager welcome home gift.

warnings: unprotected sex, oral (fem receiving), dirty talk

word count: ~1260

“Missed you so much, baby,” Dean growled into your ear, manhandling you as he pressed you up against one of the bookshelves in the bunker.  He began biting at your neck, and you whimpered.

“Talked to you like five times a day, Dean,” you reminded him, knowing as well as he did that it wasn’t the same as being together, and talking was nowhere near as good as feeling.

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anonymous asked:

Okay but does Fantasy!Bakugou ever confront Yuuei!Bakugou about how he's gotten exactly nowhere with kirishima and call him out as pathetic or weak in his opinion for it? Assuming it takes a day or two for the multiverse portal to come back, that is. Also, Fantasy!Bakugou still being the pissy asshole he is (around those not Kirishima) and all of class 1A realizing 'oh god there's /two of them/ now'

Okay so I have a bunch of different versions of how things might go floating around and idk which I like best! But one is that Fantasy!Bakugou doesn’t exactly confront UABakugou, but he does purposefully behave very sweet and affectionate (for Bakugou’s standards) with Kirishima, and basically taunts him with it. Like a silent “get your fucking act together.”

At some point, Bakugou reaches his breaking point and tries to talk with Kirishima, but he’s overwhelmed and basically tells Kiri “I don’t like how he’s like with you/how you’re like with him.” Which Kiri takes as to mean “I don’t like seeing me and you like that,” which breaks his heart.

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“He’ll do the same to you!”

Don’t usually draw legs so haha
Rae and Kate are getting a lot of attention recently… too bad they won’t be around much longer.

Also the first full view of Hunter Duke! Do with this what you will

The Lyrics

Beautiful, Candy Store, Fight For Me, Freeze Your Brain,  Big Fun, Dead Boy Walking , Me Inside Of MeBlueOur Love Is God

The College Years - Sophomore Year (Chapter 37) - Stiles Stilinski

Author: @were-cheetah-stiles

Title: “The Šurpu”

Characters: Stiles Stilinski, Scott McCall, Isaac Lahey, Malia Tate, Zachary Pillit, Mason Hewitt, Liam Dunbar & Reader/OFC

Author’s Note: This played out in my head like an episode of Teen Wolf and it makes me love it so much because of that, I hope that’s how it reads. Also, I was in the shower before I wrote this chapter and I almost got out with conditioner stilll in my hair just to get down the conversations before I forgot them… the things I am willing to do for this series.

Summary: Four days before the full moon, nearing the beginning of August, Y/n, Liam, Malia, Scott and Zachary gather at the Beacon Hills High gymnasium with a plot to lure and destroy the rabisu, using the Šurpu, an ancient incantation that could be the key to finally ridding Beacon Hills of the archaic demons.

Chapter Thirty-Six - Chapter Thirty-Seven - Chapter Thirty-Eight

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“You okay?” Scott asked, gently rubbing your shoulder, as you both walked through the halls of his old high school, heading towards the gym.

You kept up with Scott’s pace and adjusted the tote bag over your shoulder. You glanced over at Scott and looked down at the sleeping bag in your left hand and the pillow shoved under your arm. You sighed. “I’m….. really scared.” You finally admitted to your Alpha.

“Yea, I am too. I keep thinking, like, what if we can’t actually get rid of these things? What happens to Beacon Hills? It’s been hard enough keeping people contained to their houses at night for just a month. People will leave and Beacon Hills will become a ghost town. Plus the last time we fought something like this, it was the Oni and Allison died… I’m just nervous.” Scott worried out loud.

You contorted your face to the side as you set down your backpack, sleeping bag, and pillow in the middle of the basketball court in the gym of Beacon Hills High School. “Somehow, I hadn’t even thought of any of that.” You said with some agitation.

“Uh… that was not meant to add any extra pressure or freak you out more…”

“And yet…” You pursed your lips and widened your eyes at Scott.

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Dream. (Wonwoo Dirty Imagine)

“Fuck.” You hear him whimper underneath you, your eyes marveled at the sight of him. Cold handcuffs around his wrists, hands helplessly chained to your bed’s headboard. Sweat glistening on his ivory skin, his chest raising up and down, his needy pants, his hands tugging at the contraption, eyes helplessly glued on you. With his back against the soft mattress, and pleading eyes he was just an absolute masterpiece. And it was all only for you to witness, the sounds he’d make was music to your ears. 

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Creepypasta #1223: I Just Woke Up And I'm Starving

Length: Long

I wake up and it’s pitch black.

I furrow my brow, confused; normally, there’s a little light leaking through the window blinds from the street light down below, so my room is never completely dark.

But this is black; so dark that I can’t see an inch in front of me.

I go to raise my hand up, to wave it around in front of my face, trying to test this darkness, when it hits the ceiling.

My confusion deepens as I press my hand up, placing it flat on the surface in front of me. It’s sturdy and soft. I run my hand up and down it, feeling the velvet beneath my fingers, hitting small bumps and feeling them fall, some bouncing on my chest and stomach.

I move my hand to the right, feeling the velvet abruptly cut off. I run my hand past it, feeling a small space of wood, before a wall comes up, stopping me. I run my hand down the new wall, feeling more softness. I realize my fingers are coated in dust.

Panic begins to well up in my throat as I raise my left hand, feeling the exact same thing on the other side to me. More velvet covered walls, barely giving me any room to move.

I kick my feet; I can hear the dull sound of them connecting with the roof. There’s no reverb or echo of the noise, just a quiet ‘thump’ each time they make contact.

You’re in a coffin. My mind whispers, cutting through the screams that are beginning to form in my throat. You’re in a coffin and you’re probably six feet under.

I can hardly swallow, let alone breath at this realization before I lose control.

I’m kicking and hitting as much as I can, hearing my struggle as I hit the velvet linings of my coffin. “I’m not dead!” I scream, the sound suddenly so loud that I momentarily pause, surprised to hear my own voice, before I pick up again, punching the lid. “Bring me up! I’m not dead!”

I’m not sure how long I fought my own coffin for; it could’ve been minutes or hours. All I could focus on was the feeling of confinement against my limbs and the rush of blood in my ears, reminding me that I was alive. I was breathing, my heart beating fiercely against my rib cage. This was wrong. This was all wrong. Somebody has to know that this wasn’t right. Somebody had to be near by, who could hear my struggle and screams, somehow through the wood and fabric and possible dirt.

It wasn’t until my arms gave out that I gave up, letting them fall limply to my side, my chest rising and falling rapidly as I caught my breath, my mind racing as I tried to figure out my next move.

Then I felt it, something crawling up my neck, barely touching my cheek before I lost it again.

I thrashed with renewed energy as much as I could in the small space, feeling it slide off me. I quickly reach up, pinching it between my thumb and forefinger, catching it. I already know what it is, so I’m not surprised as it begins to wiggle, trying to free itself. I’m expecting a worm, my mind conjuring film scenes of skeletons crawling with them.

I’m surprised as I feel little legs scrambling at my fingers and a hard exoskeleton, protecting the soft bug underneath.

Disgusted, I fling it away from me, realizing what I had thought before was bumps along the roof (of your coffin prompts my mind) was actually insects.

My skin crawls as I remember them falling on me.

But I can’t do anything as they continue to criss and cross my body, the sensation of their movement sending constant goosebumps up my arms and legs.

I lay there, trying to be completely still. I’m not sure how long I did. All I can really remember is silently begging the creepy-crawlies to stay away from my face, particularly my ears.

My mind, on the other hand, continued to race.

Can I get out? Can I get free? What if I punch my way out? Would my hand break before that would happen? If I keep yelling, will someone hear me? Will I run out of air down here? Am I going to die here? Will anyone ever know that I was alive when they buried me?

How long had I been in here for?

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bruised knuckles.

an au where instead of being a vigilante, matt murdock uses his abilities as an underground fighter. known as “the devil’s of hell’s kitchen,” he’s a force to be reckoned with but you’re the only one he really ever lets his guard completely down for. His rare vulnerability is shown when he shows up to your door after every fight in order to be put back together again.

(this is a little something I put together after seeing this post and my imagination got going!)

pairing: matt murdock x reader

warnings: mentions of injuries and blood, a little bit of angst (that I am so bad at writing and I am so sorry), and some fluffy stuff

length: 1418 words

Where dating Matt Murdock caused the loss of sleep – through staying up with him while he studied case materials over takeout, staying out late at Josie’s, and, ahem, more intimate activities – There were some nights where your inability to sleep was caused by something much more dark, where you were left alone in the apartment with your own thoughts swirling sinisterly black with worst-case scenarios.

It was one of those nights.

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If Jamie and Claire could text : seeing Jamie/"Alessandro" on the beach in Voyager Edition [[BOOK SPOILERS]]
  • Claire: JAMIE
  • Claire: oh thank god I CAN SEE YOU
  • Claire: who the bloody hell are those soldiers you're wth??
  • Jamie: Marsali lass, stay hidden, d'ye hear?
  • Jamie: and since when do you use such unladylike language?
  • Claire: oh Christ sorry
  • Claire: this is marsali's phone but it's me
  • Claire: ClAire
  • Jamie: ---
  • Jamie: CLAORIRE?
  • Jamie: TRUKLYTT???
  • Claire: truly
  • Claire: I'll prove it
  • Claire: you dropped your phone in the sand right before those last messages
  • Claire: and now you've got your hand on your heart and look like you're about to pass out
  • Claire: //THE BEARD//
  • Claire: Jesus h roosevelt CHRSIT!
  • Jamie: Christ, mnd
  • Jamie: when i learned the gddm porpoise had taken ye
  • Claire: god I know
  • Claire: and I left my phone on the bloody Artemis so i couldn't reassure you
  • Jamie: and then I came for ye learned that ye'd been lost in the storm and
  • Claire: oh my love
  • Claire: you must have been frantic, I know I certainly
  • Jamie: and THEN
  • Jamie: to learn that //NO//
  • Claire: have I ever complimented you on how you can text without looking at the screen?
  • Claire: That's terribly impressive darling, you must show me how it's done
  • Claire: well, YES
  • Claire: but to be fair
  • Claire: I could die any day living in this century
  • Claire: NOW who's talking all unladylike?
  • Claire: if it counts for anything
  • Claire: i'm ecstatic to see you
  • Claire: and i'm happy you're safe
  • Jamie: *sigh*
  • Jamie: i'm happy you're safe, too, ssnch
  • Jamie: i'm glad you're no' dead or in danger
  • Jamie: for the moment
  • Claire: WHAT?
  • Jamie: nevermind
  • Jamie: everything will be fine
  • Jamie: prbably
  • Claire: what exactly is the plan with these soldier brutes?
  • Jamie: oh,
  • Jamie: tie them up in the hold until further notice
  • Claire: and //i'm// allegedly the foolhardy one in this marriage
  • Claire: do you SEE how heavily fcking armed they are???
  • Jamie: dnf, ssnch
  • Claire: jhrc
  • Jamie: where are ye
  • Jamie: need to see ye for a moment
  • Jamie: **need to have my hands on your arse for a moment
  • Claire: ahem this is your daughter's phone, remember?
  • Jamie: SHIT
  • Jamie: delete that
  • Jamie: but in all seriousness
  • Jamie: I need to touch you in some moderately indecent fashion
  • Jamie: right this minute
  • Claire: i'll meet you near the big palm tree at your 4:00
  • Claire: watch out for snakes
  • Jamie: on my way
  • Jamie: tho i think that's better advice for *you* right now, mnd
  • Claire: what ?
  • Claire: oh AhAHAH
  • Claire: charming
  • Claire: just how "moderate" is the indecency you have in mind?
  • Jamie: getting more extreme by the minute
  • Claire: DEFINITELY leaving this entire chat for marsali to peruse
  • Jamie: dinnaevencare jsut get over here and take a look at this ferocious snake
Three’s a Crowd (Part 5)

Member: Taehyung x Reader x OC

Type: Poly au, Smut, Fluff, Angst.

Part 1. Part 2. Part 3. Part 4. Part 5.

I let out a small whine as I peeled my eyes open, a raging headache appearing. I lifted up my hand to rub my temples, trying to ease the pain but nothing was working. Letting out a frustrated huff, I was about to get out of bed until an arm pulled me back in. What the fuck?! As soon as I flipped around and was about to attack the person who grabbed me, my eyes landed on Taehyung who was sleeping peacefully beside me, light snores escaping past his lips. What. The. Fuck. What is Taehyung doing here?! In my room?! Oh god, did we…? I lifted up the blankets and relief washed through me as I saw that we were fully clothed. Unnie would be so pissed…She’d be pissed at this! I gripped his arm and pulled it off of my waist before rolling off my bed, stretching out my lips as my feet touched the floor. A wave of nausea hit me and my eyes widened, slapping my hand over my mouth before running towards the bathroom, sinking to my knees and leaning over the toilet bowl, vomiting last nights drink up. As I continued to disgustingly vomit up last nights beverages, a large hand came in contact with my back and another hand held up my hair, keeping it out of my face. 

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Guardian of Fun to keep you cool during those hot summer days!

Iunno why but this was so much fun to work on.  And aslkdj;flakjsdf I love how his hands and feet came out.

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How Kylo/Ben will inform Rey’s character arc - redemption has to happen, folks.

Kylo is the end result of two epic love stories and four beloved characters.

Redemption has been in the cards for this last Skywalker. We come into his story midway and see him evolve from what Anakin was headed for, but instead of falling into the black void entirely, he comes back into the light and makes a life for himself that his grandfather could never have. He (the clear echo of Anakin Skywalker) gets to finish what *Anakin* started - not Vader.

So how does this inform Rey? We’re not entirely sure yet but you better bet that the moment Rey feels a pull to that darkness - the moment she feels the deep dread of temptation - there would be one person there to help guide her through. The one person who has been pulled so far down into that pit but managed to emerge, clawing his way back out. Ben Solo will be the only character in the series who has descended that far and made it back alive. Who better to inform Rey’s treacherous journey through battling the darkness within her than the very man she fought as he himself faced that test - who failed by killing his own father and betraying his uncle.

I think some people get so caught up in the idea that these characters are somehow representative of real people when…. they’re not. At all. This isn’t about what characters deserve, nor what our personal view is of their actions. This is about a carefully woven story where characters have a part to play that will eventually impart some overarching lesson or theme.

Star Wars is a fairy tale, and fairy tales rarely have entirely pleasant characters who make good decisions from the start.

Star Wars is a space myth, and myths never have characters who are consistently morally good.

The question now is: what decisions will Rey have to make? What decisions are required of her from the story moving forward? Why is it important that the Skywalkers be present in this story with her - what will they teach her? What will we learn from it all?

When you look at the story from these questions - although we can’t quite know all the answers yet - I think it becomes so crystal clear to me that Rey and Kylo HAVE to resolve their conflict somehow. His conflict has been too emphasized, too focused upon to suddenly become irrelevant to the story. I think it reflects the future conflict Rey herself will face, and I think it informs us that Rey - the guiding light right now for Kylo - will eventually need that guiding light to be Ben Solo.

Just as Ben was once the light for his own mother when he was only in the womb - and as I believe both Rey and his mother are currently guiding lights for him - Ben Solo will be the guiding light for Rey in her darkest hour - and just like Ben, I believe it will be connected to her family and the failure or disappointment that somehow will bring to Rey.

This is the poetry of Star Wars - characters reflected in each other. It holds to themes of conflict and redemption and forgiveness and love and friendship through adversity. It holds to everything we’ve heard about their relationship from Daisy and Rian in the recent interviews, and the “characters both good and bad make surprising decisions” hints we’ve been given. It gives a purpose to these difficult actions and motivations and obstacles we’ve seen thus far in these characters. It enriches the symbolism from TFA of yin and yang, and deepens the story.

This is how you write a story folks. Not all this nonsense about why characters “deserve” certain things. Thinking like that about fantasy and fairy tales only draws you into a deep well you can’t climb out of. The complexity of character motivations and the ways in which they function as tools within a story are much more compelling when you remove them from this real-world context. Forget about our world for a moment. Think about the world of Star Wars - a galaxy full of magic and the Force, and godlike people/aliens who can manipulate this Force at their will. See these people like gods in tales from mythology - see them as magnificent beings above our own reckoning and worldly law. See them as moving cogs within the great wheel of a story.

When you view this story in that lens it becomes so much clearer that Reylo is likely the outcome.

EDIT: With that last point, I want to make it clear again that Kylo/Ben is the result of two epic love stories - two ICONIC love stories in cinematic history. They are thus far the two most important love stories of the series.

Wouldn’t it now be such an opportunity - so important to the overarching saga and beautiful poetry - for those two love stories to be resolved by the MAIN CHARACTER of this Sequel Trilogy and the last remaining Skywalker in the bloodline becoming a love story all their own…?


Ashura (or Ashura-Ou) with Shurato from the manga RG Veda (by Clamp also known as “HairPorn”).

It’s an old manga you probably don’t remember or didn’t read. To be honest, I think it’s the only one I really loved from Clamp. Not that I didn’t like the others, but well, didn’t love them either.

Spent a lot of time on this one, but it was worth it, I had fun.

Special thanks to Tumblr for making it all blurry, please FULL VIEW.


Shaded / Flat / Sketch / Zoom :p

Day6 Covers

This is a list of most of Day6′s covers (at least the ones i could find on youtube) but i’m not perfect so if i’ve missed any, miss-named any, or the links don’t work feel free to let me know and i’ll change it.

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Yugyeom Imagine - Paint

A/N - This was such a cute Yugyeom request~ Honestly though I wish I was super artistic and good at drawing/painting but I’m just so bad 😂 Hope you all enjoy the imagine!

Could you do one with Yugyeom where the reader likes to draw, paint, etc. and Yugyeom finds out you’ve been secretly drawing portraits of him? Love your writing btw!!

You were sat in your apartment surrounded by pots of paint with pencils scattered over the floor. You had recently gotten a burst of inspiration to draw and paint ever since your boyfriend posted a selfie to his instagram for all of his fans to see. Yugyeom was, as many often said, a work of art and just one look at him made you want to recreate his face through the strokes of your paintbrush. You’d gotten an idea to incorporate song lyrics into the painting but wasn’t quite sure how. In an attempt to get some more inspiration, you had your earphones in playing music loudly. Because of the music blasting into your eardrums, you couldn’t hear the sound of your boyfriend letting himself into your apartment with the set of keys you gave just a few short weeks ago. 

Yugyeom called out your name as he walked through your apartment, surprised to not hear an answer back. He knew you were at home since he’d been texting you earlier and you had said you weren’t going to leave the house at all today. He wandered around looking for you until he saw the door to your art room slightly ajar. He had never been in out of respect since he didn’t know if you’d want him to see your artwork. The last thing he wanted was to make you feel uncomfortable about it. This time, however, curiosity got the better of him and he peeked his head around the door.  A wave of relief flooded through his body when he saw you were there and just had earphones in, preventing you from hearing his calls of your name. Instead of disturbing you, Yugyeom stood there in the doorway as he just watched you draw and paint. He couldn’t quite see what you were painting because your body was covering most of it but he was able to recognise that you were painting a person, judging by the colours he could see.

Time continued to pass by and you still hadn’t noticed Yugyeom was there. He was entranced by the passion he could feel radiating from your body with each movement of your paintbrush on the paper. When he saw you sit back a bit, he realised you were done and the picture was in full view. He gasped at how precise it was. The last thing he had been expecting was for you to have drawn and painted him as well. Forgetting that you still didn’t know he was there, Yugyeom moved into the room and hugged you, making you jump from fright. 
“Oh my god how long have you been stood there!” You said, heart racing. 
“A while. Sorry I didn’t say anything but I was just watching you paint. It’s fascinating. I can’t believe how amazing this is either!”
“You like it?”
“I love it, (Y/N). You are so talented.”
“You don’t think it’s weird that I painted you?”
“No, I’m flattered that you’d actually want to paint me.”
“I was always worried you’d find it weird. That’s why I never really draw around you because I’ve drawn you a few too many times,” you admitted, a pinkish tint crawling onto your cheeks. 
“Can I see?” He asked, watching as you silently nodded and grabbed a small, leather-bound notebook and passed it to him. Yugyeom’s face lit up as he saw the images you had drawn of him. For the rest of the evening, he was begging you to teach him how to draw and paint so he could create little pieces of artwork dedicated to you. It was sweet but even with your guidelines, it’d take a while before his drawings looked anything like you. He was determined to be good though, and he stayed in your art room all night, experimenting with paint and colours until he had made something he was proud of.