#I’m not over his arms

[peppermintfury]

Thinking about how this is the same man…

#pedro pascal #I’m not over his arms #the earbuds are classic Pedro #get you a man who can do both

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 274

You know what is fun? Baby Ghost Jason. You know what could be even more fun? Ghosts are Dragons. 

Jason? Aware of none of this. 

He was on comms, y’know listening and rolling his eyes at Dickwing, who used his real name, really Dick, he mocks. It’s just a stakeout, nothing new there, honestly boring when he could be blowing something up instead. It should have just been a stakeout. 

Yet there’s something suddenly there, something behind him. Something that causes his hair to stand on end and his comms to spark into static like some sort of horror movie. Something, something with clawed hands with corpse-pale skin tipped in black, stained or dead or something else, tilting his head up and up and up as he’s frozen. 

“A child, out here? Alone?” a voice crackles, hisses, hums, and purrs, somehow all at once, unnatural in its tone. He can’t move, he needs to move, he has to move, but it’s like the space around him has gone cold and dead, like he’s stuck in the Pits once more as claws hold his head and his vision blurs. “Sleep, child. Rest- we’ll be home soon.” 

#DCxDP #DPxDC #Prompts #Ghosts are Dragons #Halfa Jason #Not Ghost King Danny #Ancient of Space Danny #Jason: If I just got kidnapped by fae because Dick said my name I’m going to riot #Halfas have human-ish forms #Danny has four arms like Pandora & floating horns like Frostbite & same scale patterns as Clockwork #He’s cooing over the little Star Core Jason #Jordan & Ellie: Oh a new sibling? You give us sibling to tease? Yessss gooood #Pariah looking down at this scrap of a teen now forced into dragon form for his health: Ah yes another grandson #Jason has no clue what’s going on he’s very overwhelmed right now #Danny was not the one to nab Jason but it’s his child now look how cute #sun core dan #moon core ellie #space core danny #star core jason #a lil celestial body flock of dragons <3 #Jason is like a chonky amphiptere-esque dragon #long serpentine with feathered wings but also has legs #six chubby catterpillar-esque ones and long curved talons

[asymmetryestablished]

since my return to tumblr I’ve been seeing a lot of ppl talking abt disabilities & I have one piece brainrot real bad so I figured I’d babble a bit

it took me a weirdly long time to realize that... Shanks is disabled??? like. he lost an arm. if the fan theory is correct, he lost his sword arm. and only after losing his sword arm did this man go on to become one of the four most powerful people on the seas.

and he’s not the only one!!! Crocodile’s missing a hand. Tashigi’s probably legally blind without her glasses, which she keeps fucking losing. Fujitora’s blind, Zolo’s sense of direction is so bad it probably qualifies as some sort of intellectual disability — hell, Whitebeard himself, Edward fucking Newgate, is on a ventilator for the entire time he spends on the page/screen. and yet.

none of these people are defined by their disability. Whitebeard is considered the strongest man in the world. Zolo is fucking Zolo. Fujitora’s an admiral, which is the only reason I’m calling him Fujitora in the first place. Tashigi is Smoker’s right-hand man. Crocodile is one of the first truly imposing villains the straw hats come across, and, oh yeah, still making himself relevant nearly a thousand chapters later. and Shanks... well, Shanks is one of the Four Emperors, a.k.a. legally classified as one of the four biggest threats to the current world order. he’s doing pretty okay for himself for a guy who visibly struggles to button his shirts.

it just makes me think. Oda has made a world where disability accommodations are... normalized. in a weird sort of way, but still. hell, this is a maritime setting — having a devil fruit power is a permanent disability, and yet people don’t hesitate to take them on. because everyone is just... used to accommodating them. can’t swim? don’t go overboard, keep someone on watch around the water, bathe with a friend. only one hand? that’s fine, that’s why you keep your first mate around. can’t see? we have superpowers for that. we can handle it. to paraphrase Usopp: you do what you can, and leave the rest to your crewmates.

anyway I really love one piece

#also the fact that Luffy’s asexuality is arguably also treated as a superpower bc it makes him immune to Hancock #anyway what’s with Oda taking people’s limbs over the timeskip? #Zolo’s eye. Kidd’s arm. apparently Kuzan lost a fucking leg #there are a lot of missing arms in general tbh. I mentioned this on twitter but like #like at least six people have lost arms hands or wings. what’s up w that #is Oda collecting??? #anyway #all these seafarers with devil fruit powers are like those lactose intolerant ppl who never turn down cheese #Luffy especially. Luffy is lactose intolerant but spends his whole life drinking milk (sitting on the figurehead) #don’t even get me started on Law choosing to pilot a *fucking submarine* like an absolute lunatic #one piece #wumpeece #I’m changing my one piece tag to wumpeece sorry not sorry #quoth nsd #red haired shanks #one piece crocodile #one piece whitebeard #one piece tashigi #roronoa zoro #monkey d. luffy #disabilties

[denkisauce]

literally when has another ship given as much as bakudeku has. when has another ship encompassed so many tropes all at once while also having the relationship develop the way it has???? sometimes i’m just like dumbfounding by the depth that exists between them like they’re not just childhood friends, they’re not just rivals to lovers they’re not just starcrossed they’re not just punk x nerd or jock x jock or nerd x nerd or whatever the fuck they’ve gone from best friends to broken to fixed to i would die for you x i would kill for you like????? the nicknames???? the fact that katsuki has never told deku to stop calling him kacchan even when their relationship was at their lowest???? the fact that he was carrying his all might card with him the whole time???????????? the fact that izuku is so defensive he unlocked new powers multiple times because of kacchan and katsuki is so defensive he was willing to die TWICE for izuku?????? even the smaller things, all might rooting for them, aizawa saying his whole thing about how the two of them push their entire class to go above and beyond,, house arrest boys???? ohhh my goddddd like i know we all know but i can’t stop thinking about all of this all the time 😩😩😩

#i still cannot believe that the story has developed to a point where bakugou is so open and honest about his feelings #and dekus still out here ‘controling his heart’ MFER PLEASE TELL US HOW YOU FEEL IN RETURN #BOTH OF YOU SAY IT TO EACH OTHERS FACES #kacchan held izuku when izuku passed out in his arms and now izuku is holding kacchan in his 😩😩 #i’m sorry no shade but no other ship in mha is this multidimensional #just the depth of their individual characters combined with their history and the development of their relationship??? #UCH I WILL NEVER BE OVER IT #honestly having trouble coming up with another ship in GENERAL that has this much going for them like they’re insane #being a bkdk makes you insane #me whenever someone calls them siblings: what da hell are you talking about #bakudeku #bkdk #dkbk #dekubaku #my stuff

[frnkiebby]

this…this one…yeah~🎃

#U G H #fuck fuck fuckfuckfuckfuck #he’s just so #GOD #his fucking jawline #i CANNOT #and his arms #i stg i'm so done #i’m never gonna get over him #i need to slink on off to my dumpster fire now #frnkiebby #frank iero #mcr #frnkiero #mcrmy #frnkie #mcr5 #my chemical romance #my chem #ilhsm

[gojooooo]

😭😭😭 that’s his tiger cub your honor. his little monkey if you will. you cannot separate them i’m sorry it’s against the rules (source: because i said so)

#this was so cute i can’t get over it #you know when people were like jogo had it all he grabbed sukuna’s face held hands with gojo and had him straddle his arm WELL this is that #moment for us sukuita nation. they really said we’re finally here and we’re gonna grab each other #+ i know i’m seeing things but the way kuna looks at yuuji like. when he REALLY gets a moment to stare directly at him. is always so pensive #im going insane y’all #sukuita #my post #i was sensing that it was gonna be an important chapter with a final panel of sukuna going “oh.” or smth (and boy was i right oh no…) so i #was nervous but i was given more sukuita and now that’s all i have in mind 😭

[imthursdaysyme]

Eddie my tall string bean

#I’m my mind he’s like 6’3 #Eddie Munson is a tall bean pole #clumsy and has to duck under doors type thing #hits people with his hands and arms #love him #and yeah he has patches over his jeans #bc I think Wayne would patch them up with one of his old shirts #oh and yeah I know he’s a metal head and I gave him bright orange converse #but I just think he’d like them #and they have beads on them #for fun #i just think he’s neat #his tattoos are all random #yeah that thing is a bad I can’t draw them #and if you think the logo is funky I’m aware it is I don’t usually draw demon skulls #I feel like Eddie would get out of so many bullying situations solely on the fact that he towers over everyone in the school #like Steve has to crane his neck up to talk to him #makes him sit down in a chair if they talk for too long cause his neck hurts #or Steve stands on the chair #in my mind they lean bob and Larry #like Steve is short and stalky/muscular and Eddie is tall and lanky #anyway #that was random my bad #digital art #art #drawing #stranger things

[crybaby-bkg]

cw: talks of having kids

Bakugou lays sprawled out on your bed as you flitter around the room, moving from your closet to your dresser and back in a hurry of movements. You’re doing a bit of spring cleaning (yes, even in the winter), and Bakugou decided to come over and help, even though he’s just been laying around the whole time.

He had a rough patrol yesterday, even sports a few bruises on his ribs, so you let him take it easy, throwing him one of your old pink scarf hat combos with the little bunny ears on top. You don’t expect him to wear it, but the image of him laying against your bed with the floppy ears on top of his head makes you smile anyway.

You go back to your drawer, pulling everything out in order to throw some stuff away and reorganize the remaining things. At the bottom of the drawer though, do you find some old clothes when you were a baby. It’s been here for years now, after your parents gifted them to you, just in case you’d wanna use them for your future kids. It’s just collecting dust in the bottom of your drawer though, honestly, and you pull the tiny little purple and white checkered onesie out, examining it and the little bonnet underneath with a small frown.

“Who the hell is that for? ‘Cause it sure as hell ain’t fitting your big ass head.” You hear Bakugou call from your bed, your head whipping around to face him and his cheesy little grin. You narrow your eyes and poke your tongue out at him, throwing him the little combo as you turn to get the rest of the baby clothes out.

“Says the one whose head almost tore his mothers cooter in half during birth.” Thank you Mistuki for the information, you think to yourself, smiling an evil little smile that Bakugou frowns softly at.

“And it’s my old baby clothes. My folks gave it to me when I moved out, said I could use it for my own future gremlins.” You smile when you pick up the little yellow booties in your dresser, another little bonnet with a tie underneath the chin, and a pair of shorts that were entirely too cute and tiny. “Think I’m gonna throw it out, though.”

“Why would you do that?” Bakugou asks quietly, suddenly behind you, his chest against your back as he gently plucks the shorts from your hands to examine them closer. You look at him from over your shoulder, at the soft look that falls on his face, how his rough thumb rubs over the still soft material in his hands, how his eyebrows lose their crease and his mouth tilts up just so in the corners.

“We’re not having kids any time soon,” you say, your voice tacking on a silent ‘right?’ at the end of it. Bakugou doesn’t say anything for a long while, but he blinks down at you, looking so ridiculously cute in your pink hat, holding your baby clothes. You hand him the booties in his other hand and he takes them, so gentle, with such care, it makes your stomach do somersaults.

“Maybe we should talk more about that.” He whispers softly, looking at you from under his lashes, his garnet eyes searching your own. You nod though, stroking gently at the shorts he still holds with tender care, a smile tugging at your lips.

“Yeah,” you mutter, leaning up to press your mouth against his own. “Maybe we should.”

#could u tell that i was deep cleaning in the winter and found some old baby clothes in a drawer lol #this is so specific leave me alone #but also the imagery of Bakugou wearing the clothes you’re throwing out for the fun of it :( #puts on your too small mittens and brightly colored hats and even tries on your old sweaters just to hear you laugh when he can’t fit it #over his big ass head and arms #I’m gonna sob such an ugly sob #okay I’m done I just love him so much #so many grand emotions #wait i think I’m gonna write something for touya tonight too gimme a minute 🏃‍♂️ #before this sleep medicine knocks me out cold on my ass #—new treat in the streets! 🍫 #bakugou treats! 🍬

[afterthedreamer]

to be loved

is to be changed

#the picture that made me fall in love with him #I saw him and knew I needed to adopt him #I contacted his foster parent immediately only to find out someone else had set up a meeting with him #but they bailed the day of so the foster parent told me they took him back to the shelter #and to go there if I wanted to see him #so I booked it to Charlotte and got there right as they closed #and as soon as they opened his kennel he jumped into my arms #I left that night with paper work filled out and brought him home the next day #I’m SOBBING I just love my little boy so much #we came into each others lives when we needed each other most it seems #and I can’t get over it #I just love my guy #my little wizard 🖤 #little baby man #Essek #if you read this novel in the tags I’m kissing your forehead

[httpiastri]

last hands/arms/neck dump of the season? :(

#feeling nostalgic already #over them….. not over the hands #his smiles and laughter anytime lando said something even remotely funny #as usual #i will never not freak out about it and think it’s adorable #the way osc looks at lando <3 #the way lando looks at osc <3 #my boys #okay im done being a soft simp 😁 let’s go over to the hands instead #his hands gripping just anything !!! will never get over it #esp when they’re wrapped around uh long cylinder-y things…. #oops #his adam’s apple :( baby #anyways i’m glad i’ve fed my tag well this season (➡️) #osc hands osc neck osc arms #let’s keep building on it next season 🤝 #f1 #formula 1 #formula one #oscar piastri

[fallahifag]

my bf has to help every woman in the world or else he dies. and he’s hot too so like. he becomes extra beautiful when he does that

#he just shoveled our neighbour’s entire driveway bc she ‘looked tired’ #and omg on the plane ride here #he put basically every single persons luggage in the over head bin #like damn bro shoulda got paid at that point #i think it’s bc he’s tall enough that it’s not even a struggle #but yo i’m not saying i have jealousy issues….. but the one girl who said thanks by squeezing his arm…..kill me #and we kept seeing her at the airport like at the passport check and at security #and she kept looking over at my man and smiling likeeeee girl wallah he’s gay #haram i’m being too harsh she was so pretty too bless her

[prince-peachie]

I am religious about waist chub on men

#I will get down on my knees for men with soft tummies #god and waist chub why isn’t that talked about??? #peep those arms though #Andrew looking SWOL #shoutout to me ex who had this body type #needed a reference and his soft chub is memorized in my head #I’m over sharing but I’m on cold medicine so #no filter sorry babes #Emry I know you’re gonna see this don’t judge me #aftg #andriel #andrew minyard #soft tummy agenda

[sunnibits]

just remembered edizzy mutual love confessions happened in canon

#i am genuinely never fucking getting over it #i am never getting over the confessions I’m never getting over ‘best I could’ I’m never getting over ‘who am I to you’ #im never getting over the suicide murder exchange Im NEVER getting over izzy canonically calling him ‘Eddie’ #and not least of all I am never getting over ed sobbing over izzy dying in his arms. I. #Season 2 really happened. jesus fucking christ. they were in love. oh my god. #blackhands #ofmd spoilers

[entity-number-7]

Ok so like hear me out…

(Oc belongs to carnivorekitty)

#jacob alden #lurking for love #lfl game #angst is my favorite kind of love story and I’m over here just like #what if they died in his arms? #how funny would that be?

[daboyau]

I was watching lilo and stitch and that “you can never belong” scene came on and I got this idea in my head for that, but with ROTTMNT. So since I don’t do edits or draw, I wrote it out instead. Don’t think too hard about the logistics. :)

It is cold, when Leo slips out of the lair. He can feel Mikey’s gaze on him as he leaves, raising goosebumps over his flesh. He can’t bear to turn back, knowing that his resolve would crumble immediately if he did. His footsteps are too loud in the loneliness of the sewers. His heartbeat pounds in his head. He keeps expecting to hear a voice calling out for him, or the soft sound of footsteps following him. 

But of course it never comes. Mikey had been so hurt. So sad. Of course he wouldn’t follow him. 

When Leo finds a portal into the Hidden City, he doesn’t hesitate to throw himself through it despite the danger it puts him in to be there. The sounds and the sights are familiar to him, yet nowhere calls to him as loudly as the lair had. It’s only been two weeks since he was first brought into their home. They hadn’t even wanted him there, and yet the urge to go crawling back is so strong. He had messed everything up from the moment he’d manipulated his way into their lives. Of course they wouldn’t want him. 

(Why don’t they want him?)

Leo wanders the back alleys and the side streets, letting his feet guide him to nowhere in particular. The picture he had swiped on his way out of the lair is stored safely in the pouch tied around his waist, and between steps he’ll reach in to slide his fingertips over the stiff paper. Just to make sure it’s still there. It soothes him.

He doesn’t stop walking until he’s far outside the city, tucked away in the scraggly rock forests that surround the Hidden City. The aching in his chest has turned into more of a twisting knife, the small knot of sadness becoming more like a gaping chasm. An open wound. A bottomless pit of longing and loneliness that he had never felt before he forced his way into the lives of the Hamatos. 

He hadn’t had anything to lose, before. He hadn’t known the kind of pain that loving something would bring. He wishes he could go back to not knowing. He wishes he could return to a life of never having to make the choice to walk away, to spare them all the pain his existence brings them. 

Leo settles on the ground, curling into himself, shoulders trembling under the weight of everything. When he closes his eyes, the image of Mikey’s face as Leo made his choice haunts him. Donnie’s quiet voice rings in his ears in the silence of the forest, you ruined everything, again and again. Raph’s soft squeeze on his shoulder lingers like a phantom. Leo trembles, tucking his knees to his chest. Then, he pulls the photo out. 

Raph, Donnie, and Mikey grin up at him. It’s almost mocking, how happy they look here. A reminder that they are better without him around. He hadn’t seen them smile like that since the first five minutes they’d found him, back before they learned the truth of how much of their lives he can ruin. 

He runs a careful finger over those smiles, then he squeezes his eyes shut and holds the photo against his chest. His throat burns, and the ache in his chest feels like a black hole that will swallow his body whole. He does his best to breathe through the pain and when he opens his eyes again, the light speckled ceiling overhead is blurry and indistinct. It reminds him of the stars they had taken him to see, wind tickling his skin as they sat on the rooftop of the tallest building of their strange human city and stared upwards at something beautiful.

“Lost,” he whispers to the open air, and he can almost imagine that single word floating upwards, towards the city and the sewers. Finding its way into the only place he’s ever found that might have one day held happiness. But only for him. Not for them. There was only danger if he stayed.

“I’m lost,” he repeats, words like some trouble confession, and hot tears roll down his cheeks.

Some small, selfish part of him hopes they’ll hear. He wants them to come for him, and to bring him back home. It is a stupid, foolish wish. It’s better for everyone that he stays gone. He can’t hurt them this way. 

He falls asleep with tears drying on his cheeks, and body curled tight around the only evidence he holds of a dream he knows can never be. 

When he wakes hours later, it’s to the sound of heavy footsteps over gravel. He jolts upright, heart pounding, eyes wide, and for one foolish, terrible moment he really believes that his family has come for him. 

But no. Of course not. When Draxum emerges with a weapon pointed at his head, Leo can’t find it within himself to feel surprised. He stares back blankly, shifting slowly to stand, halfway wishing that Draxum would just take the shot and get it over with. He doesn’t think he has the energy to raise a hand to defend himself. 

The gravel has left his legs peppered with indents and marks from where they’d pressed into his flesh as he slept. They sound like something breaking as they shift and crunch beneath his feet. Draxum’s eyes dart between those markings and Leo’s tear streaked face, before his expression twists into something complicated. Almost pitying. 

“Don’t run,” he says, voice low. If Leo hadn’t heard what true kindness sounds like these last couple weeks, he would have said that’s what he hears in Draxum’s tone. “Don’t make me hurt you. You were difficult to make. No need to ruin a perfectly acceptable specimen.”

Leo shuffles, eyes darting between Draxum and the stacked stones surrounding them. He makes a sound low in his throat, hurt and uncertain, but he does not bolt. Draxum smiles, already assured of his victory, and steps closer. Leo watches with wide eyes. 

“Yes. Yes, that’s it,” Draxum murmurs, careful and soft, like he’s trying to soothe a scared animal. “Come quietly.”

“I…I’m waiting,” Leo admits, and he watches Draxum’s brow crease. His head tips, curious. He’s not used to this side of his creation — quiet, yet resisting his orders. Leo shuffles a half step back, heart pounding so hard in his chest that he feels a little dizzy. 

“For what?”

“For…for my family.”

“Aahhh. There is no use in doing so. You don’t have one. I made you.” 

Leo shakes his head, hands trembling, photo creased from how tightly he is clutching it in his fist. The thought of ruining the only evidence he has hurts, but the fear of Draxum getting his hands on it, of him finding out about the others, it terrifies him in a way he’s never felt before. He can’t let Draxum know about them. 

“Maybe…maybe I could—“

“I don’t know what yokai fool you found, or what nonsense they’ve been filling your mind with, but banish the thought of family from your mind.” His voice has lost that careful, gentle farce. It is harsh and cutting now. A familiar sound that Leo had hoped he’d left behind forever when he ran away. “You are built to destroy. You can never belong. Now, come quietly and we can begin your reeducation once—no! No no, don’t run, don’t—!”

His voice fades as Leo darts through the towering stones, vines curling at his heels and snapping at his shell as Draxum tries to recapture him. The picture flutters from his fingertips as he trips, lost amongst the shadows of the stone forest. Leo sobs, but he does not turn back for it. It is better if it is lost; at least then, he may be able to move on. 

#Rottmnt #my writing #sort of a separated au? #There’s no real bigger story here #But basically the thought as I was writing it was #Draxum has leo and believes the other 3 experiments died in the fire #After 14 years leo decides to run away #He’s destructive and aggressive and also desperately lonely #Stitch style #And when his brothers find their presumed dead sibling mikey welcomes him with open arms #Raph is hesitant but affectionate and open to bonding #Donnie wants nothing to do with him but might possibly warm up to him over time #Of course any bonding he might do with his brothers is all ruined bc leo keeps messing things up #Hurting people #Ruining belongings #Etc etc etc #but he is beginning to love his family so so much despite how he can’t stop himself from hurting them #And when he hears that draxum is looking for him he makes the decision to leave #Mikey lets him go thinking that leo is making the decision on his own #Not realizing he doesn’t want to go #Anyways yeah #this idea put me in a chokehold and i wrote it in like 30 minutes at 1am #So i’m not thinking too hard about the logistics #rise of tmnt #rottmnt leo

[7roaches]

sorrry ppl who donr follow me for utmv dtuff & sorry canon-strict ppll but nm & killer r soo incredibly important to me can u imagine being the embodiment the literal proof that there is bad and pain in this world or being the loowest of the low & then you have a silly bestfriend who u loveclove love lovr love so mjch & ur so fucked up u dont know where u end & your reluctant life purpose begins but u have a silly bestrfriend who wraps your wounds and youure all he reallyneeds & hes all you really need do you get it. do you get it. do you get it.

#cool posts #delete later maybe #utmv #nightmare sans #killer sans #‘they hate eachither in canon’ I DONT CARE 🔥🔥🔥 ‘they only like being evil’ I DONT CARE 🔥🔥🔥🔥 #actually thats not true i do care that they r evil & i do think theyre evil & like being evil #theyvhate eachother sobmuch they love eachother so much they r indifferent to the other theyvwoukd kill eachother for a greater purpose #they have to see eachothers faces every day for decades mimicing some memory of the past they get to see eachothers faces every day with the #warmth accumulated over being obligated tonsokeone for so long hed saw off his arm if he was chained to him hed take a bullet for him & he h #as before and will again and agoan and again #DO YOU GET IT. DO YOU GET IT. DO YOU UNDERSTAND #i have have have to draw this out words arent enough i canr explain clearly enough they r such deep in depth characters to me. #just interpret everything i say as correct #its also 1am. but i canr forget this i have to type it out even if its shittty #what daydreammjng every wakng moment for 6 years about 2 guys does to a mf #i also think this applies no mayter how u interpret their relationship #ok ok ok i’m ok im fine im normal im so normal im done