Their universes are similar enough that it could happen.

Mask on, mask off

mike posted it but steve is now thinking some seriously confusing thoughts about eddie

once i saw a plane passing overhead and it was an A380 so i said hey look an A380 that's pretty fuckign sick

and they were like i cant tell if you're naming the plane doors entity or that it's its actual name

so anyways that got me thinking all rooms A- entities are actually just entities created by Airbus that's so crazy/j

Enid, coy: so, when you say you couldn’t have been able to go on without a reason-

Wednesday, frustrated: yes, Enid, you are my reason.

Enid, smug: just wanted to make you say it.

Wednesday:

Enid, absolutely flustered: cool.

Kit and Caitlyn vs being worried about their girlfriends partners

happy three years since the angel came out and went to superhell to those who celebrate i made an unhinged friendship bracelet for the occasion

Decided to draw my 2 favorite reptiles!!

Mimikins (she/her) and…and uh….ummm…uhhhhhh. Whoever the other is. I forgot her name…Probably not relevant. Nobody knows who she is anyways—

MIMI IS MY OC BTW

Took me almost a year and a half of polar exploration brainrot to realize that Rammstein's Rosenrot album cover is an icebreaker at fucking McMurdo Station, fucking Ross Ice Shelf, fucking Antarctica.

USS Atka, March 13th 1960 (the original photo is altered for the cover).

Villains that faked their death in order to achieve their evil goals my beloved.

I'm on a Wreck it Ralph kick rn okay? (I know it's an older movie but dammit, it's good)

I know this is a weird pairing but hear me out:

Both have a literal kid at the center of their evil plans, and try to kill them with a type of vehicle.

And they get more evil over time.

They also serve as a dark reflection of the protagonists if the protagonists don't learn about doing the right thing instead of letting their desires get the best of them.

(Chip is a warning of the type of person Cricket could become if he doesn't take accountability and let himself be blinded by money/riches. On the other hand, King Candy/Turbo is a warning of what Ralph would have become had he become too obsessed with getting what he wanted instead of doing the right thing, being a true hero)

I realize it may be a bit of a stretch for a pair of villains, but let me have this.

Also, I love Wreck it Ralph, it's my favorite Disney movie of all time and it deserves some recognition.

BESTIES I need to drop this because I'm obsessed with this thought and now it won't leave me be

I was listening to A7X'S cover of Black Sabbath's 'Paranoid' in the shower and it hit me that, holy shit it sounds like I imagine Corroded Coffin would sound like when they're older. The voice and the groove of the guitar!??? SUCH EDDIE VIBES, LISTEN TO IT PLEASE

I BEAT SPIRIT TRACKS

Vegeta as Soldier Boy from The Boys ‼️🪖🛡(Click for higher quality & more detail)

Original pic and reference below the cut:

“You promise?” Lena’s tone was hopeful, even through the static-y microphone that pipped the sound out to the cowboy. “Always wanted to ride a motorcycle – had a moped when I was a kid, but that wasn’t quite fast enough.”

Jesse sat on the other side of the thick Plexiglass wall, legs pulled up and spread wide, with his elbows resting casually on his knees. Their little check-ins had gone from a monthly affair to nearly every day, with Jesse stopping in between meetings or meals and chattering about whatever gossip there was on base that day. Lena was almost always free, beyond the daily medical check-ins and monitoring for any time-related discrepancies.

“Promise. Soon as you get outta here, we’ll head out. Long ride to wherever you want. Teach ya how to ride too.”

Lena dreamed about it, afterwards. The freedom of movement, the feeling of the wind in her hair played out in her subconscious. It was one of the few promises she could hold onto, when it felt like an iron band was crushing her ribs and her skin prickled with the feeling of phantom needles.

When the days grew long and dark and the walls pressed in, Lena turned to the fantasy of the open road, letting her mind wander beyond that which haunted her to the feeling of the engine roar beneath her. It became a crutch, something to carry her through the late nights, the surgeries, the recoveries and the restart of the whole process.

The first time she was able to taste that freedom, Lena cried. Propped carefully on the back of Jesse's bike, arms tight around his waist, Lena sobbed with the beat of the beast in her chest as the pavement disappeared beneath them and the world buzzed beneath her skin. If he noticed, he didn't say anything.

Her first bike was a cruiser, just like his, presented in an informal ceremony in one of the garages. An older Indian Scout Bobber Sixty, with a smokey blue finish. Lena's still not sure how they found the money in the budget, but Jesse encouraged her not to ask too many questions and to give it a shot.

Later came the sport bikes, two 1200cc bikes built on Triumph frames and heavily altered by the research and development team. Her work, skill and ability with the Indian had led them to recognize the opportunity of having another rider on the team and the importance of providing the necessary tools for her.

Today, she keeps all three bikes in a garage off site, taking them out to ride at least once a week. If needed, she still takes the sport bikes out for missions, but the cruiser is left untouched. It's her project, something she chooses to keep separate from the threat of war.

okay but. fire emb.lem au with an awake.ning flavour in that din takes chr.om's role and gro.gu takes rob.in's role — they meet in a clash of fate and their journey onwards is an unbidden attempt at rewriting what's already happened: gro.gu slew din in a future past that he has no memory of due to time-travel constraints. din has no memory of it because it technically hasn't happened yet. and the continent(s) or world or whatever was perhaps in great danger of an empire with gro.gu under their control or smth, but that big plot's besides the point

THE MAIN TAKEAWAY IS it's still a story about choosing your family, it's still a story about a dad and his child and a child and his dad discovering each other and themselves through parenthood and childhood, it's still a story about defying and writing your own fate with nothing to hold onto but the sheer power of your bonds with the people you chose, with whose connections will always be so much more potent than any made by or in blood alone,

Yo you're so right about Wooyoung's nose. Wanna ride it 🤧

HNNNNGHHHH DON'T EVEN DO THIS TO ME RN IT'S ONLY NOON

(also may or may not have dedicated an oral scene to riding wooyoung's nose in this bc of how hard I was brainrotting—shameless promo ahem ahem)

no bc it's curved just right?? just imagine him being so desperate all day, pacing around the living room, dusting the shelves, testing out his baking skills—all to distract himself from thinking about the taste of you on his tongue while you finished up your back-to-back meetings in the room only three meters away from him. imagine you finally getting a break, trudging to the kitchen while stretching out your sore back to find wooyoung carrying a tray of cookies, the oven mitts you'd gifted him last christmas shielding his palms from the heated metal.

those same mitts now on the floor, you found yourself with your back flat against the dining table, your bottoms discarded somewhere behind the man between your legs, lapping at your cunt as though it was his last meal. two fingers found their way inside you, the back of your head colliding with the stained wood when the tongue previously flicking over your clit slid down to catch the arousal gushing out of you, now replaced by the curved slope of wooyoung's nose. your legs constricted around the sides of his head, a veined hand gripping your inner thigh to spread you open for him again. 'taste so good,' his words vibrated over your folds, 'wish I could do this all day,' and he'd purposely nuzzle his nose into your throbbing clit, moving the rounded tip from side to side before sliding down to pass the bridge over your sensitive nub. his fingers pounded into you, curling into your walls to hit the spongy spot that made your back arch, your hips rolling frantically to meet his thrusts as a sweet melody of moans sent violent waves of arousal straight to his cock—pressed against the grey material of his sweatpants, precum forming a dark spot around his crotch.

the familiar squeeze of your walls around his fingers alerted him of your impending orgasm, a whispered 'ride my nose, baby,' enough to turn your vision white, desperate moans rolling off your tongue as you pressed your feet to the edge of the table, urgently chasing your orgasm over the slope of wooyoung's nose. you came with a broken cry, the pads of his fingers prodding against your g-spot as he guided you through your high, gliding his nose over your swollen clit once, twice, before moving off to flick it with his tongue, the corners of his lips curling at the violent spasms shaking your body.

moving off you, he wrapped his arms around your upper thighs to pull you towards him, pressing his softening cock to your spit-soaked folds, a pool of his cum soaking through the thin fabric. the rough material rubbed over your overstimulated cunt, breathing out a soft moan as you fixated on the content smile gracing wooyoung's features—having came in his pants to the mere feeling of you riding his nose.

(haha, ha. HAHA. feeling so sane rn)