#AND WE'RE BACK

[simplyavatrice]

ava + every episode - episode 11 “galatians 6:4-5″

#ava silva #warrior nun #avatrice #warriornunedit #avatriceedit #avasilvaedit #alba baptista #AND WE'RE BACK #tbh one of the things that stopped me from doing this is just the AMOUNT of content season 2 gives us with these two #like it's almost too much #anyway bartender ava is still so very important to me #she's so hot lmao #myedits

[talesfromthecrypts]

Followers’ Favorite Vampire Countdown

7. Severen - Near Dark

It ain't what's goin' on, son. It's what's comin' off. Your face. Clean off.

#near dark #filmedit #horroredit #usergiles #userscary #vampirecountdown #mygifs #and we're back

[laylakeating]

#riverdale is iconic and beyond reproach

#riverdale #riverdaleedit #archieandrewsedit #bettycooperedit #jugheadjonesedit #archie andrews #betty cooper #jughead jones #riverdalecentral #ehmuh #userjustine #usersadie #usermorgan #userdiamond #* #*gifs #AND WE'RE BACK #riverdale is the funniest show on television !! #like if you get it YOU GET IT #jughead's face in the last gif...he's my bff actually <3

[spindrifters]

reject modernity! embrace tradition!

#poll time #and we're back

[depressedrevolutionariesinlove]

hihi

#and we're back #these are all Thoughts that occured throughout the semester #historical lams #lams #historical john laurens #historical hamilton #soup art #leyendecker proves to be a very fun exercise

[ayusosarchive]

linked in the source you will find 137 gifs of ayo edebiri in her appearance on saturday night live. these gifs are sized 268x151 and were made from scratch by me, so please like/reblog if you save, use, or found this helpful, & make sure to read over my rules in the pinned post. thanks! (content warnings are listed on page).

#ayo edebiri #ayo edebiri gif pack #ayo edebiri gif hunt #rph #rpc #supportcontentcreators #gif packs #gif pack #and we're back

[piratefishmama]

Crossing the line | Part 8

“What do I wear, what do I wear, ROBIN WHAT DO I WEAR?! Do I wear this? Or—or this? He said he—”

“Steven Marlon Harrington if you do not put that sweater vest down this INSTANT I will burn it. I’ll open the window—”

“You can’t open the window it doesn’t open this high up, and that’s not my middle name.”

“I will BREAK open the window and set that highly flammable offense to the eyes on fire then throw it out of said window. Put it down.”

“But he said he liked the idea of the sweater vest! He got all ‘oh nooo’ when I said I wasn’t going to wear it!”

“You keep your kinky shit out of my first metal gig experience, Steven, you keep it far away from my metal gig experience.”

“You didn’t even want to GO! How is it KINKY?”

It was Tuesday, specifically 7:49pm Tuesday evening.

After their magical first meeting in that coffee shop, Steve had promised, hand on heart, that he wouldn’t go back to the coffee shop before the gig. Something that Steve had balked at because he wanted an authentic coffee shop au experience dammit. But Eddie had put his foot down, claimed it’d be unfair.

Eddie wanted him to experience the gig, he wanted him to experience it, experience who Eddie actually was outside of the apron and the indie coffee shop aesthetics because they often softened a lot of the rough edges in people, he wanted this beautiful human with… an admittedly really nice voice shut up, to experience the real him, and then ask him out.

He didn’t get to spend days putting on the charm, making Eddie feel all whirly, only to rip it away at the gig when he realised he didn’t actually like the real Eddie Munson.

Steve didn’t think that was entirely necessary since he’d gotten a verbal beat down for an entire week from the guy, but he’d wasted zero time in purchasing those tickets anyway. Maybe he was pathetically down bad for a little wet cat, Steve would own it.

Eddie was an incredibly attractive little wet cat, he wore the wet cat look well.

“Cause he wants to see you in it, it’s gotta be a weird kink thing. Do not bring that energy to my metal gig. I will vomit.”

“What were you actually going to do if I scored with this guy and left us with a twin room at the Conrad? What would you have done?”

“Cried myself to sleep in the bathtub wearing earplugs. Maybe I’d have had a dish of chocolate covered strawberries in there with me, I dunno.”

“You’re so weird.” The words said with such fondness that she couldn’t help but turn her head toward her brother from another mother, her Sistah from another mistah, her twin separated at birth, and grin at him, all teeth and scrunched nose.

They were getting ready in the same room, no awkwardness, no weird vibes, they’d accidentally showered together before, shared a bubble bath in Steve’s ridiculous jet tub back at his apartment, their level of platonic soulmate was so far unmatched.

“You love me.” He did. He really really did. “Okay, okay, put that down. Maybe you can save the sweater vest for like… a date or something. Maybe the dinner you wanted to take him out on. Let’s see what we have here” She rounded the bed in naught but a cut off band tee crop top and a pair of fishnets over her underwear, having been doing her makeup before donning the ripped black pair of shorts she’d thrifted because there didn’t have to be a right order to do things in. “Right… this is a metal gig, and from what we know of Corroded Coffin, it’s not like… glam metal, we don’t need anything flashy, shit’s thrash metal, so like… ripped denim, belt chains, leather jackets, band Tees, guys don’t have to dress up for this shit. Pretty sure your wet rat will be wearing a dumb band tee and ripped jeans. The only thing you have to worry about, is overheating.”

“Overheating?” Gosh he was so unprepared, how was she more prepared for this? Hyper fixation maybe.

“Yeah, why do you think I’m wearing shorts, you’ll be sweating bullets in there, it’s a dive bar, Steve it’s not The Garden. It’s not open air, it’s dingy, the floor will be sticky, the alcohol will be trash, and there’ll be a mosh pit, it’s not going to be pretty. Have you got your plugs?”

Steve lifted a tiny metal tube up and wiggled it in his hand “Gottem”

“Good, make sure you put those in before the music starts, they’ll filter some of the harsher sounds, keep your migraines at bay.” Concussions did damage, and he’d had a few. Not just The Hemsworth Incident™️, he’d partied hard as a teen, lost a few fights, okay, he’d lost most fights.

Brain damage was a real issue with concussions apparently!

Migraines happened, he had little earplugs that didn’t block all noise, just filtered it a little to reduce the impact on his eardrums so he could still enjoy things. Sometimes they helped, sometimes they didn't, it wasnt perfect.

“Okay so… what should I wear? I can’t just wear the plugs, Robin, I know I’m trying to like… pull, but naked celebrity in a dive bar sounds a bit dangerous.”

“Alright smartass, those jeans, that band tee, skip the jacket, you’ll just wind up dying from heatstroke. Actually, gimmie that shirt.” Robin snagged the tee out of Steve’s hands as he held it up she took it over to the dresser where she’d left a little sewing kit she’d also picked up during their thrift shopping, grabbed the scissors and went to town on the damn thing. “You’re gonna sweat, so— accept that he’s gonna see you all gross and sweaty.”

“Nghhhh but—" He wanted to be flawless dammit! Turn on his charm. He couldn’t do that while sweaty and gross!!

“It’s fine, he’ll be all gross and sweaty too. Maybe he’ll even like the gross sweaty look, who knows, he seems like a weird ‘I like sweaty, hairy men’ kinda guy.”

“I thought you said he seemed like a 'moms’ basement dwelling virgin' kind of guy.”

“He’s a weird, wet scraggly cat with layers. He also seems like a ‘clap if you believe’ kind of guy too, but I can’t judge him on that cause—” and she clapped, he let out a brief snort of a laugh. “Okay, here” she threw the remnants of the shirt at him, now transformed into a sleeveless muscle tee, the sides cut to shit to reveal the expanse of mole-dotted golden tanned skin and soft muscle of his sides, the graphic on the front looking like a red hand holding a mallet of some kind, the name of the band too faded to make out. “Wear that, the ripped jeans, and those combat boots.”

“…Just this?”

“Yes, I’ll finish it off with some kohl after I’m done, okay?” Steve raised a single brow at her, but he didn’t argue. He’d long since given up arguing with Robin about how eyeliner made his eyes ‘pop’, it… actually did, so he’d accept it. So when she finally finished dressing and accessorising herself, she completed his look for him too, mussing his hair a little in a way that only she was allowed to do, a little smudged eyeliner, a brush of mascara, and he was good to go.

“Well?” Steve asked, standing straight for Robin’s assessing gaze.

She smiled, like a shark sensing blood in the water, she was pleased with her work. “Oh Stevie Stevie Stevie, trust me, he’s not gonna know what hit him.”

God he hoped she was right.

Part 10

#PirateWrites #Crossing The Line #Ficlet #AND WE'RE BACK

[haec-an]

mark & haechan for fan photo event

#and we're back #haechan's hand on marks waist #they are so Tender #Angels #they're so silly #mark loves teasing him HDNKANDKSNJD #my babycakea #cakes #mark #nct #nct dream #nct u #mark lee #haechan #lee haechan #markhyuck #mahae #mark and haechan #nct haechan #nct mark lee

[lover-of-mine]

911 Hiatus Rewatch:

5x17 - “Hero Complex”

#911 #911edit #911hiatus2023 #911 abc #911 fox #my edit #911hiatus #flashing tw #usercam #and we're back #911verse

[yukswl0v3]

💫Remake of my very first Tumblr post 💫 Here's to the holidays and the fact that I passed all my finals🥂💛💛💛

#and we're back #jiara #obx #fanart #surftrip #outer banks #obx3

[secret-third-thing]

Time to cause some problems.

#and we're BACK #needed to let this story sit on the back burner for a month #working on revisions now that the full thing is drafted #rip nesta and cassian in this one

[doevademe]

So I’m still on my dark Percy kick so here is another one. High school au where Percy and Annabeth are the golden senior couple, having been together since their early junior year. However, what no one knows is that Percy is cheating on Annabeth with Nico, shy sophomore who just transferred to their school. Percy isn’t public out as bi yet but when he saw Nico, just wanted him all to himself. Nico isn’t fine with being his dirty little secret though and gives Percy and ultimatum, breakup with Annabeth and then they can be together, or break up with him and keep his golden girlfriend. To his surprise, the next day Percy gets up in front of the entire school during lunch and comes out as bi, breaks up with Annabeth, and even states that he had been cheating on her with Nico. Also Percy is a very possessive lover, always marking up Nico’s neck with hickies and bites, so even if no one knew who is “boyfriend” was, they knew he had one.

"It's just you and me, angel."

"It's not. It's never just you and me."

"Angel?"

"I'm done, Percy."

Nico couldn't help the waves of disappointment and self-hatred that coursed through him.

Yes, he had done the right by stopping his... relationship affair meetings with Percy before they became a problem. However, even now he couldn't help but long for the older teen's smile, for his touch, even if he still had his marks all over his neck from right before Nico had broken things up with him.

Well... 'Broken things up' is a bit of an overstatement but...

Let's start from the beginning, shall we?

It had all started a month or so ago, when Nico had transferred from the sunny paradise of Veneto all the way to the concrete jungle of New York City. Without any friends but his distant cousin Hazel and her group of friends, he had wandered into Dr. Thorn's office and risked expulsion when he caught him in a bad mood, only to be saved by the coolest senior ever, one Percy Jackson.

The boy was perfect, and all he asked in exchange for saving his sorry behind from Dr. Thorn had been a lunch together.

A lunch turned into a walk on the Park, then dinner, then movies. Before he realized it, he was being ravaged by Percy Jackson almost on the daily.

They kept their meetings a secret. Percy wasn't out and Nico... well, nobody knew who Nico was, let alone if he liked boys or girls. He thought it didn't matter. Their relationship was theirs and not the whole school's business.

Hazel and their friends had noticed, though. It was difficult to hide the hickies from them, what with them being all the way up to his Adam's apple. He had just told the truth, that his beau wasn't out and that he preferred to keep it a secret. They had understood. Everything was going well.

Then Jason mentioned Annabeth Chase.

Intelligent, Athletic, president of the debate team, shoe-in for class valedictorian... and Percy Jackson's girlfriend.

Nico hadn't known what to think. He wasn't protecting Percy from dirty looks and sneers by keeping quiet, he was just making sure he could keep his girlfriend while getting some action on the side.

It ashamed Nico that it took him almost a week to ask Percy about it. A week where he swallowed his guilt, his morals and let himself be swept up by the swimming team's ace's smiles, words and touch, only to be told that he was working on it, and that what they had was too good to stop.

Percy wouldn't stop, so Nico had to be the one to step up.

"I'm done, Percy," he had said. "I won't be your dirty little secret anymore."

"Nico, please–"

"I'm not asking you to come out," he had assured him. "But I won't see you anymore if you have a girlfriend. I won't be a homewrecker."

"So you're saying it's you or her?" Percy had asked, eyebrow raised.

"Take it however you want," had been his last words to the boy that made his heart race.

Now it was the next day. He had spent most of the day evading Percy, either by hiding behind Jason (who was built like a fridge) or by taking the long path to his classes so he wouldn't pass through any of the hallways where he loitered in-between periods.

It was easier this way. There was no world where Percy Jackson would choose Nico di Angelo.

Now came the trial by fire. He and his friends happened to share the same lunch period as Percy. He didn't know what he would do when he saw the boy of his dreams acting all mushy and in love with his girlfriend.

Yet when he entered, the cafeteria was a complete chaos. Students where all muttering amongst themselves as they looked at s table near the lunch line.

"Poor thing–" "He just went and did it–" "Right in front of everyone–!" "And for a boy!"

Nico and his friends followed the crowd's line of sight and Nico's stomach dropped.

There, standing on top of his usual table, was Percy Jackson, looking proud of himself and looking around, while behind him, Annabeth Chase looked as if she had been punched in the gut.

His eyes met Nico's, and he broke into a grin.

"Nico!" He shouted, happily hoping down and running to him. The crowd parted to give him space, gawking all the while. "Did you hear?"

"I... I just got here."

Percy's face fell, but he recovered quickly.

"Pity, it was a grand gesture and everything, very romantic, if I do say so myself."

"What are you talking about, Percy?" Nico asked, confused.

"Yesterday you said I had to choose, you or Annabeth," he explained, shrugging. Nico looked over his shoulder. The blonde girl was glaring at him, tears in her eyes.

"I... I didn't–"

"So that's what I did!" he interrupted. "You are mine now, Nico di Angelo."

He kissed him in front of everyone. He expected anything. Jeers, whoops, even slurs. Anything would be better than the deadly silence around them.

"And now, everyone knows," he whispered against his lips. Nico could feel his smirk. He bit on his lower lip lightly, making him jump. "Mine."

The growl was low, gutural, it was probable only Nico heard it.

But he did hear it, and the world around him disappeared. He didn't care if the whole school was watching. In the haze that was Percy kissing him, only one word echoed in Nico's brain.

"Yours."

#Percico #my writing #writing prompt #ask #heroichalfblood #and we're back #hope to get one prompt a day #but i make no promises

[ask-patient1274]

#patient1274 #ask blog #mlp ask blog #and we're back #hopefully for at least a year

[dandyleyen]

TMA RELISTEN — MAG 142

Spoilers, duh !

—

This one was a rough listen, y'all. On one hand, it was so interesting. It makes a lot of sense that this is where Jon is going with his whole,,, everything. We've seen him slipping a bit more into actively using his powers as of late, and we got to see that again in the last ep. At first, he wasn't aware he had powers at all, and then down the line when he becomes more aware of certain entities/fears existing, he was often not aware that he was even using his in the first place. Then we see a shift where he is aware of these powers and actively trying not to use them very much while knowing he still has to feed his, which is a rough time for him (the whole podcast is a rough time for him lmao rip buddy), and now we've seen another shift. He is actively trying to use his powers and his moral compass might be shifting a little bit ? He still is very much the Jon we know— in the sense that he is still feeling a lot of guilt (survivor's and otherwise) over past events and that he's trying to find control in his life while doing his best to help. But we also see that he's getting more... at ease, I suppose, with feeding into his being an avatar of the eye.

On the other hand, this episode was also genuinely hard to listen to. You can really hear the character's distress and how pained she sounds by having to relive her trauma and then feeling like she can't escape it or Jon. She has no clue who he is, just that he's some freak of a guy who kinda took her autonomy away for a moment there and forced her to tell her story that she did not want to tell. It's rough. Also it really highlights the more creepy aspects about The Eye.

I've also seen the theories about her either lying or it maybe not being Jon (he wasn't at all mentioned by name), but I think the lying would be a,,, particularly bad choice on the end of the people writing the show for obvious reasons. Slippery slope thing. On it possibly not being Jon,,, idk actually. He wasn't mentioned but I think it would be a nice addition if it was him because it makes sense within the current narrative since we do see him struggling with his humanity. But hey, who knows. Could be some other supernatural bs. Haven't mentioned the ending much but Martin,,, I love and adore you but you are incredibly frustrating this season. I understand why, but lord. Still love him, I just don't like this plotline for him too much but it does make sense in the narrative so I'm locked in. Also shoutout to Daisy for being the only one here with critical thinking skills !

#and we're back #my bad y'all lmao im busy reading homestuck rn and watching dunmeshi #and im in april of my spring term so its finals time #also dont get me wrong i hate this plotline for martin but i do love him #i just cannot fucking stand peter lukas #also yippee jon being spooky #i have a big fear w/ being watched but im also endlessly seeking knowledge and info so The Eye always stands out to me #the magnus archives #TMA relisten #MAG 142 #TMA #jonathan sims #Jon TMA #Martin TMA #Daisy TMA #tma spoilers

[yuqi-s]

iconic summer bops by ladies: [16/?] POWER UP (2018) by RED VELVET 

"Let’s power up! We’re gonna burn up."

#red velvet #irene #seulgi #wendy #joy #yeri #* #*gifs #*rv #isbl #and we're back #100

[all--and--more]

not me extrapolating Oliver's ig story to:

what if Bobby DIES?

we all want buck's breakdown and we gotta admit that one sure way to get him there is bobby dying or WORSE dying because buck couldn't save him or thinks he should've and couldn't (like Chris in the tsunami) (if this does happen it'll probably be one of those impossible situations when they would never win no matter the choice but I can see buck still blaming himself)

S6 had bobby finally admitting that buck is like a son to him and we canonically got their father/son dynamic confirmed, so imagine what would happen to buck if he sees his father figure dying or at least gravely injured? like idk maybe in trying to save bobby, buck unintentionally makes things worse (but like, it was either that or death) and he blames himself after?

do I want it to happen? NO, NO PLS 😭😭😭

#AND WE'RE BACK #evan buckley #bobby nash #911 abc #911abc #911onabc #bathena