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#deep cover by man man
ruffgem · 7 months
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Fun Fact Friday my mom is obsessed with this song
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chitinleg · 1 year
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bad day, julian?
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astraystayyh · 23 days
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this feels like ive been shot in the arm the fact that hyunjin wanted to cover the moonlight which usually has soft, comforting connotations, like even the gentle light was too much for him at the time and he wanted someone warm to be there with him please hold me
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I think if the Batfam were to hand Damian the aux cord everybody would think he's gonna play like classical music or heavy metal or something but with no fucking hesitation they are now speeding thru gotham to the Ben 10 theme song.
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mmelolabelle · 3 months
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Maybe it’s the fact that I’m a grown-up now but Hades immediately switching gears and offering to protect Percy once he realised what was going on was refreshing.
Like I love watching kids run around the US in mortal danger as much as the next person, but it was nice to see an adult recognise on screen that those children might possibly need protecting rather than running around on divine errands and things are about to escalate beyond their apparent capabilities and maybe a grown-up should at least try step in?
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riaki · 6 months
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PHEW okay. rn im working on a yoshida fic but i completely spitballed and went off the rails ...... so um. might be a while before that comes out, so take some (many) thoughts and drabbles of weird stalker boy instead !! yoshida hirofumi x reader
@twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat take this for yoshi fluff n some mild angst.. for now......
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i feel like yoshida would definitely be the kinda guy to give his all in keeping it together; especially with his position as student council president (that he's only half-committed to, really) topped off with his life in the private sector of devil hunting, his image is extremely important to him. not because he has a huge ego or is self-obsessed, but he knows that a lot of people look up to him and rely on him. that being said, he's (probably, yoshida lore when) only human, and he's bound to struggle and wrestle with the workload he's chained to, and it can often get the best of his emotions and stress him out.
so a little word of encouragement here, a sweet 'washed your dishes and your clothes cus i saw you were busy' there would be everything he needs to spur himself on even if he's exhausted; hearing the phrase "i'm proud of you." from your mouth in your sweet, sweet voice? makes it all worth it. 
all considered, he doesn't want you to do too much for him; he never lets you pay for your shared meals or drive the two of you home, BUT you should give it your all in trying anyway! acts of service for him seem subtle, but they really mean the world to him when you try so hard to lighten his burden. he thinks it's the most endearing thing on the planet. on the days he lacks the energy to even utter a small mumble of protest, he'll let you take the wheel- but those days are rare, so capitalize on the opportunity! being a gentleman is tiring, so make him coffee (not black) instead of letting him buy the headache-inducing cans of sickeningly sweet caffeine from the vending machines outside his apartment when you rise early enough to; let him fall asleep in your lap and gently play with his hair while you handle a homework assignment for him or two. bonus points if he wakes up to something sweet or savory made by those hands of yours that he loves to hold so much; do that, and he might just dream of marrying you the next time he indulges in an afternoon nap in the confines of your arms. 
(and when you hold him to your chest and whisper sweet nothings into his ears on the days he's earned further affection from you? it makes him feel like he's being granted a visit from the heavens, though hell knows he'll never make it up there. but, if he thinks he's being honest, it doesn't matter to him- not when you're right in front of him, a taste of divinity. not when you're gently tracing each slope and ridge in the shape of his left ear, thumb tenderly prodding at the soft skin between the cold metal piercings on his ear. it's like you're mapping out just this minuscule section of his body, and he's found himself praying to whatever's out there that you'll always be here to give him this; that one day, you'll have ran your fingers over every inch of him, memorizing the intricacies of the very bones in his body.)
to me, his primary love language would definitely be quality time- more so for him than you (but he still hopes you enjoy it enough to indulge him. makes him feel like a kid in a candy store with free reign over his monthly allowance.) meaningful talks with you and silly fun banter is all he needs to take his mind off the stresses currently throwing him for a loop and let loose a little. that’s one of the reasons why he fell so head over heels for you— you make it a little easier to breath whenever you’re around him. also... he loves the look on your face whenever he surprises you with gifts, so count on an uninvited bouquet of flowers in some varying hue of your eye color, or surprise boxes of jewelry- that is, if he can afford it. if not, he'll take you out when the weather is pleasant enough and you're in the mood for a cup of boba or an evening out in the nearest shopping district, browsing the warmly lit stands as the chatter of people bustling by fills your ears and he holds onto your hands in the simple pretext of not wanting you to get lost as he buys every mouth-watering festival food you lay your eyes on without hesitation. maybe he'll even treat you to a quick stop at a standing ramen restaurant- and if you're too tired to support yourself on your own two legs, he has no problem carrying you. after all, with his private devil hunting, you both know he's more than capable of that. and so, rest-assured you’ll return home on those gleeful days with full stomaches, bags n boxes full of sticky dango and fresh glistening apples the shades of a red autumn, and giddy smiles coupled with painted strawberry blush that dusts your cheeks and stains your ears. and if, throughout that entire vivid night of fireworks and sweet n savory scents drifting from stalls and the treats in the hands of vivacious children, you happen to get some crumbs or powder on your cheeks, he's more than happy to wipe it away with an affectionate thumb and earnest smile— or even lean in for a taste straight from your flushed skin.
on the topic of his side job in the private sector, though- yoshida prefers to keep you as far away as possible from the side of his life that's three feet deep and counting in missions at the Bureau. and of course, he takes no pleasure in lying to your face, especially when he realizes that you realize the half-assed mutters that fall from his lips don't answer the questions you demand answers to. 
he knows it's a necessity, though. so he never tells you the truth when it comes to this matter. 
but you can only see the tip of the iceberg of cold, guilty pain that washes over him when he watches your trust in him slip like you're loosing your footing; the excuses he spins that you don't buy and the way he feels like he's being scrutinized beneath your burning gaze as your eyes rove over the rough cuts on his arms and the blooming purple bruise on his jaw that you know isn't a love mark (or at least, you hope so. your mind won’t let you consider the possibility.) makes him feel guiltier than ever. on every other occasion, he never shies away from your gaze; for one, he’s well aware of how attractive he is, but all the compliments and shy confessions he’s ever received feel minuscule when you look at him like he’s your world, so loving that it seems to make the sun shine an inkling brighter and the birds outside his window sing a little sweeter amongst the symphony of nature. but on less pleasant occasions, when it feels like you’re appraising him— no. not just him. appraising his words, weighing them on a golden scale that’s supposed to be unbiased towards the truth, but your heart can’t take the strain when you consider the possibility of him lying to you, and he feels more distant from you every time you look at him in a way that makes him want to shrink away and shut himself up from your prying eyes that he knows are only well-intentioned— which is all the more reason why he falters under the weight of them.
but it’s not like he’d ever tell you that, though. so really, it’s up to you to decide how you act; to probe him and risk a few unintentionally harsh words aimed in your direction in the hopes of confronting the issue head-on before it’s too late, or simply sit back and let it fester until it’s grown out of control and manifests into a hurtful argument for both parties. miscommunication is the enemy to your relationship :(
that being said, yoshida is a bit of a control freak. when things don’t go the meticulous way he’s planned them out, he starts to loose his cool pretty easily, stressing his pretty head off about this and that, biting on his lip and curling a hand into his dark hair. really, though, it’s a simple fix— he tends to get overwhelmed easily only when it comes to things like this, n so all you have to do is tear him away from whatever’s preoccupying him and hold him, soothe his nerves by running your hands through his hair and rubbing gentle circles into his back. like i said, acts of service are really meaningful to him, esp w his line of work— makes him feel all fuzzy on the inside, like there’s a cluster of stars in his chest, his heart stuttering like a broken engine and a bouquet of lilies flowering in his stomach, petals clogging his throat and making it impossible for him to voice his gratitude. and so, after he calms down, he’ll take your hand and pepper little kisses on your knuckles until you ask him to stop with a bright smile and a laugh that sounds like the trickling melody of a running spring water stream.
but that’s an if, though. yoshida might not always manage to calm down— and sometimes his frustration will get the better of him. it might be difficult to manage; he’s so composed and collected for the most part that the meticulous patience required to deal with his boiling vexation might be unfamiliar to you, so it’ll be a bumpy slope. so try to be understanding in the case that he ever snaps at you, and know that he never means to hurt someone as important to him as you. give him time, and he’ll come around. <3
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possamble · 14 days
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realizing im kind of a weirdo about laios and marcille
#possramble#ignore this im just babbling but#the thing is that like. i don't ship laios and marcille together. their relationship is so so important to me in that laios comphets himsel#and THINKS that he might be in love with her but he isn't and that's my insane obsession#platonic soulmates for real but they're so sweet together that i fully expect them to be shipped together#like i get it. that's almost the appeal for me. if dungeon meshi were any other series there'd be an epilogue where they get married#convention dictates that they're meant to be together as the male protagonist and his beloved female deuteragonist#but dungeon meshi DOESNT do that and i love it so fucking much they're the comphet besties ever for my strange little brain#like if i ever did an arranged marriage au it would absolutely be laios and marcille having a platonic political marriage and then just#the most insane mutual pining with marcille and falin while laios and marcille struggle their way into becoming best friends#the imagery of the king and his beautiful court mage being tender to each other and everyone thinking they're in love is like catnip to me#like yeah they'd be like that and have no idea people think they should be together and the subversion makes me so obsessed#the more people ship them romantically. the more i enjoy their platonic dynamic it's like some sort of weird comphet fetishism idk#people think they're in love and im outside the window like YES... YES!!!#but also the second i see stuff of them kissing on the mouth or fucking im like oh god no i went too deep in here i gotta get out#don't wanna see that. i'll go feral over the idea of laios and marcille being arm-in-arm like king and queen but they would not fuck.#i want marcille to be his default comphet beard and dance partner/plus one at official royal events but they're not kissing.#she's there on his arm because he's scared of the other noble women tryna get him and being a baby about it#and people see them muttering to each other and laughing and generally being very sweet and think that they're dating but they're not.#she's actually covered in hickies from falin underneath her dress and is gonna get dragon dicked right after the party is over#like she's in her bedroom and falin's helping her take her ridiculous dress off while listening to her complain about politics#and falin is the person she goes home to the person she falls asleep to and wakes up with#they're a triad of utter devotion to each other but only farcille's side of the triangle is romantic#it's almost like an open secret because they're not trying to hide it at all but people assume and are surprised to find out#like people are so right about her relationship with the toudens but with the siblings' roles switched#love of her life & irreplaceable life companion. does anyone get it#anyway. i don't know what's wrong with me#it bothers me that they're not the undisputed most popular het ship for marcille on ao3#it's unnatural. marcille being paired with any other man should be a fringe case.
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twinkodium · 6 months
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OH DEAR GOD I’VE BEEN SINNED PLS BATH ME IN HOLY WATER 💦😵‍💫
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ninjapaste · 6 months
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'THE INKER' MAGAZINE #33, DEEP CUT EDITION (Octarian translation)
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Woke up one day and decided that Deep Cut magazine cover was the way to go! I really like how it turned out! I may revisit it at some point and change up thr style, probably to use less line-work. Who knows!
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boxx-sama · 3 months
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Guys guys I just rembered 🌞
Kotoko thinks she’s in Milgram for murdering the bad guy who apparently beat the little girl up, as she says in T1 that her actions were from self defense. But oh gosh if the indirect murder theory (where she caused the girl’s death by neglecting her? I think? Considering how many criminals we’ve seen in this city) is correct she will be so fucked
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Wes "💁🏻" Borland
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blitz0hno · 3 months
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The universe has a habit for punishing hero types.
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The pure indifference of time’s march forward is punishment enough for most human beings to steer clear of this path. Only one who is equally indifferent, it seems, can survive in such a world.
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Maybe it’s the sheer arrogance of one who would try to shield others from the inevitable pains of this world that warrants such punishment. 
And yet, the existence of heroes brings its rewards. Hope, happiness, humanity, and all of those other lovely things that blossom in the presence of a “hero.” The moment something terribly wrong goes suddenly right. The right person, the right time, the right place.
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A child running into a busy street, only to be grasped tightly at the last moment.
An old woman and her cat trapped in a house fire, a neighbor rushing into the flames and bringing them out in one piece.
A crowd in panic as an attacker brandishes a weapon, when a pistol responds from the hip of an everyday citizen and prevents innocent casualties (not that the gun nuts who fantasize about that shit are any better than violent people themselves).
I can’t honestly say these feats are short of impressive. Disgustingly aspirational, even, to seem so untouchable in a dire moment. In the back of many people’s minds, no matter how mediocre they truly are, there is an underlying want to “save” others in a grand act of heroism. The desire often begins and ends with the ego. 
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The feelings that must come with saving a life, they think, consciously or not. Can anyone truly blame them, when headlines such as “NEIGHBORVILLE ‘SUPERMAN’ STOPS ARMED ROBBERY” fill their minds with praise? 
In actuality, though, if there was no armed robber, Superman would be obsolete out of the gate. And in the presence of an armed robber, most would turn and run, for opportunities for a hero are preceded by the presence of serious danger.
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No one wants to be Superman the day after. The paperwork alone has gotta be awful. 
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On top of that, between every one Neighborville Superman there are about fifty crooked cops, eighteen bigoted doctors, twenty creepy teachers, and eight Friendlytown Stabbers in any given news cycle.
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Those who would drop their fantasy and run (“common” sense is common for a reason, they’ll tell you) save themselves a lot of suffering. Fighting one’s instincts is no easy task, after all.
But I, for one, hate those instincts of mine. They’re overridden, almost involuntarily, by something almost alarming.
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A hatred.
I hate humans who cause suffering in others.
Many people are afraid of bullies, and saddened by tragic violence, but seem to reserve their anger for the little things. The incredible racism from their leaders doesn’t spark half the anger as their child dropping and breaking a cup, for example.
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When I was a kid, anger reigned freely in my life. The adults around me had no issues with letting such an emotion control them; yet when they would beat me and my siblings, the words that came out of their mouths preached “respect” and “love,” things I grew to discover were much more work than any of them had ever put in.
I knew then that I wanted two things:
I wanted to be strong enough to defend those I love from cruelty.
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I therefore wanted the people who inflict cruelty on this planet gone.
What resulted was something I jokingly call a disorganized attachment to love. I’m no sucker, after all; I can’t truly say I believe in the “power” of affection, as nice as it feels. The inevitable severance of that connection with another often gives me pause. I think about fights and breakups and deaths, and cowardly as it may seem I then wish to be completely at peace with myself before risking these losses.
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But love is still something I feel. At least, I think it’s love; I feel great pain when I imagine the suffering those in my life will face, and feel great joy at the thought of their happiness.
Is it unreasonable, then, to strive for the capability to protect them?
There are many people who would hurt the ones I love. Am I wrong for wanting those people and the systems that create them eradicated?
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I’m undoubtedly foolish to think that a perfect world could exist, or that any action I could take would change things for the better. Then again, if it’s so insignificant but makes the world better to me,  does it matter if I go ahead with it?
Because there are some who, objectively, cause unnecessary suffering on massive scales. Should them and their supporters not then be made examples of? Those who oppress and hurt others for selfish gain would be better off gone. If anyone’s life gets better after the oppressive party is gone, the point will prove itself. 
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So why, then, should I expect another to act when I could be capable?
If it’s what I want to pursue, should I not give it my all?
Would anything I do even make a dent? Perhaps it would; then what? Another biased entry in a state-sponsored corporate textbook? Another murdered for challenging the status quo? 
I want a world where it is unacceptable to hurt another human for your own personal gain. I have a problem with those lacking compassion. I have a problem with those who judge and torture others for their differences, and those who hoard wealth while billions starve. 
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It’s an intense, overwhelming anger that makes nothing else even seem to matter. We have such a short life on earth and we’re spending it under the thumbs of fuckers just as fragile as us.
Every “hero” is thrown out into a world where, in the time it takes many to save one single life, thousands can be taken. What a punishment indeed.  Carrying this knowledge at the forefront of their mind, they hold those they value most at arm’s length, never letting their guard down. Their sole focus is protection, ever-ready to run towards danger.
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So goes the life of the untouchable hero.
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#cw animal injury#i turned on the lights and our dog is covered in blood like??? hello???#since when were you doing that and why didn't you tell me??? *cue frantic searching for gauze*#there's a big cut where his ankle meets his leg (inside of the hind right leg)#i have no idea how that happened#our dogs play rough but have never drawn blood#and he was outside alone and he was acting normally and not whining or anything? like speak up man i need to know this shit#his name is bunny btw and he's a big dog. purebred great pyrenees(?) if the ppl we got him from are to be trusted#i don't know how he got hurt#its way too big/deep for a cat to have done it and even if they're really upset they just paw at his face#my only guess is that there's something sharp in the yard? but it's too dark to look#idfk but we found the gauze and stuff and he did Not like that process good thing there were 3 ppl awake to hold him down safely#he still didn't whine through all of that though like. pls speak up man. we gotta know if ur in pain so we can fix it#i'm hoping it doesn't get infected. we don't have money to go to the vet but he's my sister's dog and she might actually kill someone if#he isn't fine#she has a theory that he may have gotten cut on smth our brother threw out there and like. she may literally kill him if this#was his fault and bunny isn't fine#so far he seems fine there wasn't too much blood and there seems to just be the one cut#but i didn't hear him yelp or whine or anything#and he didn't seem to be limping but the lights were off#idk man but we have cleaned him up as best we can for now but it is the middle of the night so we'll see what we can do in the morning
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Liz Truss going from the president of the Oxford Lib Dems to a failed Tory PM to a fascist ideologue would be an interesting pipeline to analyse were it not for the fact that no-one gives a shit about Liz Truss
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i think "man covered in blood" should be a valid and encouraged career choice
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kryptoniteandcatnip · 5 months
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He sings with his entire being, from deep down in his soul, and I’m here for every glorious note 🔥🎤🎸🖤✨👌❤️‍🔥🔥
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