#speedy spike

[skullislandproductions]

In these character layout drawings, Speedy Gonzales bids adios to the Goon Squad, from Space Jam 2, 2021.

#Spike Brandt #Malcolm D Lee #Looney Tunes #Merrie Melodies #WB #Warner Bros Animation #Space Jam #Space Jam 2 #Space Jam A New Legacy #A New Legacy #Speedy #Speedy Gonzales #mouse #Gabriel Iglesias #Gabriel Fluffy Iglesias #Fluffy #Goon Squad #good bye #adios #layout

[frecklystars]

im rewatching some starscream-centric s2 episodes and... i am kind of shaken up over the fact im gonna meet the voice behind this character in just a few days. starscream’s had such a huge, huge positive impact on my life these last 2 years + other main f/os he’s voiced.

i dont know what im gonna say. ive run it through my head millions of times when it’s dead at work and i daydream random shit, but i never actually thought i’d get the chance to actually say anything bc i never imagined he’d come to my state, let alone that i’d really get the courage to go to one!! im very excited but also nervous that i’ll say something stupid or worse, if i mention im someone who requested so many cameos he’d be like “oh great. did you know i’ve always hated you :)”

idk how cons work so i am guessing i will have 15 seconds to give him my envelope full of pressed flowers and art, i dont know if i can even like, speak or if it’s just an incredibly rushed thing. he’ll probably say “ok cool” or maybe he won’t look at me at all. honestly i dont expect anything to really come out of this experience except the satisfaction that i’d finally be able to give him something to really, properly thank him. idk if he’ll actually open the envelope or if he’s gonna throw it away without even reading it, idk if he’s going to keep the charms or put them in a box and shove it into the dumpster. i dont know. but at least i can tell myself that i’d done it. 

#woof #if the charms come on time then yes. woohoo #i designed a tshirt and had it shipped to me just in case if the charms are late #but they shipped today... um... i hope they come within 5 days or less #i paid a lot of money for super speedy shipping #and i think regular shipping is supposed to be 2-7 days #so im just!!! really really really hoping they get here ASAP #if they dont idk what to do with the charms. i guess i can give them to friends #but ugh. im gonna be so mad at myself for taking too long to finish the designs lol #but hey it'd be cool if he wore a t-shirt i made for him #i doubt he'll actually Do That but like. the concept. the thought. #its red and it has a spike spiegel quote with smoke and a gun w/ cool bullets #and i put little stars around it bc it's not Keri Art if there's no sprinkles!!!!

[sonic12lexiblogspot]

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#looney tunes #speedy gonzales #claude cat #chester and spike #road runner #polls #the coolest #cool

[mayzi33]

I like to think all the main four (Sonic, Tails, Knuckles and Amy) are protective over eachother in a way.

They're all protective over Tails of course, the youngest, their little brother. They won't stop him from throwing an explosive at you if you're an asshole but if you do or say something that gets his ears to fold down the slightlest you have exactly 5 seconds to run.

Amy can easily squash her hammer at any creepy guy that comes to her, but why waste her breath when her 3 boys will gladly hunt him down? They all give Amy princess treatment aside from the usual friendly taunting and I will die on this hill.

We all know Sonic has a tendency to run into situations without thinking. Tails, Knuckles and Amy sometimes have to straight up go on babysitter mode in the middle of the battle to make sure their spiky blue friend doesn't run straight into a pit full of spikes or something. Also, add the fact that Sonic has been stated to be "too trusting" sometimes and how his belief that everyone has a little good in them and deserves a second chance can bite him in the butt. Sure, Sonic might have granted you his trust, but that doesn't mean his three less-trusting-more-logical teamates won't look you dead in the eye and warn you and I quote: "break his trust and we'll break your back."

Now as for Knuckles, we know he's the oldest, strongest and most serious of the group, but we all know years of isolation led him to have the naivety of a child. Some folks might think that seeing the red echidna around is the perfect opportunity to use their scamming tricks, but oh, if only there wasn't a speedy hedgehog, an 8yo carrying guns and a girl with a giant hammer hanging around him constantly like some sort of bodyguards. The M.E's guardian going to the surface is a rare occurance, so if you dare to even THINK about ruining this with your con artist stuff, you WILL end up with a broken bone.

#sonic the hedghog #miles tails prower #knuckles the echidna #amy rose #main four #classic four #team sonic #team as family #found family #protective friends #protective sonic the hedgehog #protective miles tails prower #protective knuckles the echidna #protective amy rose #friend group #unbreakable bond #sonic and tails #sonic and knuckles #sonic and amy #tails and knuckles #tails and amy #knucklea and amy

[irlpretear]

100 more trans/genderqueer musicians

a pt.2 to my last post

Bands

Problem Patterns (riot grrl) (x)

Et On Tuera Tous Les Affreux (hardcore punk) (x)

Speedy Ortiz (indie rock) (x)

Foxtails (punk rock) (x)

Come To Ruin (deathrock) (x)

Arabella (hardcore punk) (x)

Flummox (metal) (x)

Dream Sequence (emo, post-hardcore) (x)

Escuela Grind (grindcore, metal) (x)

Buggin (hardcore punk) (x)

The Aquadolls (indie rock) (x)

Vile Creature (black metal) (x)

Caustic Soda (punk) (x)

Go! Child (indie pop) (x)

Tribe 8 (punk rock) (x)

SeeYouSpaceCowboy (hardcore punk) (x)

NARC (hardcore punk, sludge violence) (x)

BRAT (hardcore punk) (x)

[ctrl] (power violence) (x)

Strawberry Milk Cult (punk rock) (x)

.gif from god (metal) (x)

CyberGirlfriend (indie rock) (x)

Vermin Vendetta (metal) (x)

Pretty Frankenstein (glam goth) (x)

Doll Chaser (punk) (x)

RENT STRIKE (folk punk) (x)

Tears for the Dying (goth rock) (x)

Himbo (math rock) (x)

Out of Sight (hardcore punk) (x)

Morta (metal) (x)

Girlpool (indie rock) (x)

Life of Agony (metal) (x)

Mashrou' Leila (indie rock) (x)

Basketball Divorce Court (post punk) (x)

Bad Waitress (art punk) (x)

Rural Internet (hip hop, electronic) (x)

The Crystal Furs (indie pop) (x)

Blind Tiger (hardcore metal) (x)

Atomic Broad (punk) (x)

tote bag (tender punk) (x)

Pansy Prep (indie rock, emo) (x)

UT/EX (metalcore, screamo) (x)

Your Heart Breaks (indie pop) (x)

Yam (punk rock) (x)

K's Choice (rock, alt pop) (x)

Elderberry Industries (noise, synth) (x)

Qi.x (kpop) (x)

The Mermerings (folk punk) (x)

Refractory Period (synthpop) (x)

fenix (rock) (x)

Solo Artists

Tape Girl (hyperpop, ska) (x)

Titica (kuduro, pop) (x)

Lauren Bousfield (synth punk) (x)

Liniker (r&b) (x)

TRVDWIFE (grindcore, cybergrind) (x)

Stomach Book (electronic, indie rock) (x)

Coyote Grace (bluegrass) (x)

Jake Zyrus (r&b, soul) (x)

D'Nayzja (hyperpop, electronic) (x)

Adeem the Artist (country) (x)

Renee Goust (pop, cumbia) (x)

Linn Da Quebrada (club, Brazilian funk) (x)

The Reverent Marigold (folk) (x)

Çağla Akalın (arabesque) (x)

Jessie Chung (Malaysian pop) (x)

Spike Fuck (post-punk, smackwave) (x)

Shea Diamond (soul, r&b) (x)

Vivek Shraya (pop, dance) (x)

Mocchi (folk, alt rock) (x)

SuperKnova (indie pop) (x)

Creep-P (hyperpop) (x)

Aljas (rap) (x)

Sylvia Baudelaire (rap) (x)

London Jade (hip-hop, rap) (x)

Susy Shock (tango) (x)

Slugwife (hyperpop) (x)

Jupiter Fiction (singer-songwriter) (x)

Mrs. Yéyé (punk) (x)

Lady Charles (glam rock) (x)

Mily Taormina (indie) (x)

Dope Saint Jude (rap, hip-hop) (x)

Imbi the Girl (hip-hop, rap) (x)

187 (drum'n'bass) (x)

zombAe (experimental hip hop, electronic) (x)

The Official Bard of Baldwin County (folk) (x)

Skylar Rose Stravinsky (singer-songwriter) (x)

hard Tiddies (country, singer-songwriter) (x)

Bunny Danger (punk) (x)

Ataru Nakamura (pop) (x)

Anjimile (folk) (x)

Villano Antillano (rap, urbano) (x)

Lauren Auder (indie pop) (x)

Justin Vivian Bond (cabaret) (x)

Namoli Brennet (folk, indie rock) (x)

Mya Byrne (Americana, folk) (x)

Quinn Christospherson (indie rock) (x)

Jayne County (proto-punk, glam rock) (x)

Katie Dey (experimental pop) (x)

Electra Elite (electropop, dance) (x)

Quay Dash (hip-hop, rap) (x)

#punk #trans music #music #folk music #if you couldnt tell i purposefully left off artists well known in western countries and artists i saw 5+ on the last list #so do not ask me where is cavetown/sophie/ethel cain/etc you all know them #i dont listen to all of these bands so if theyre secretly shitty or smth lmk #anyways have fun

[scarfscrawls]

Galvanized Gilas - The Electric starters of Urzavos!

Special thanks to @caseyaces of twitter and tumblr for helping me with the mid stage! They gave me the idea of it using its drool like a mace!

Also, special thanks to @zeke_is_best_boy [insta] / zekeisbestboy [twitter] for the final stage! He designed it, and came up with the signature move! All I did was add some extra spikes on the tail. Bless and thank you both!!

Base form: This 'Mon is easily excited, causing it to drool excessively. It is always testing objects with its tongue and squishy face.

Mid form: The saliva that this 'Mon produces is highly toxic, corrosive, and conductive. It often uses its spit like an electrified mace.

Final form: With the electricity store in its tail, this 'Mon releases powerful blasts of electricity from its jaws. It makes a catastrophic sound when released.

These 'Mons are speedy special attackers. They know moves such as Lock On, Wild Charge, Venom Drench, and Toxic Spikes. They have a special move called Acidic Reload. It is a move that requires one turn to charge, and after attacking, it both poisons the user and raises their special attack by two stages. This move does not require a turn to charge in Electric Terrain.

#fakemon #fakemon friday #fakemon pokemon #fake pokemon #pokemon #electric type #poison type #starter pokemon #pokemon starters

[quins-makeshift-menagerie]

I joined this blog a couple of minutes ago and I'm now realizing that I have a lot of story to catch up on, so could you maybe give me a quick run down of everything that has happened so far?

(I asked this same question on your "Joys Of Reality" blog but then I noticed that it was a side blog so now I'm re-asking this question here lol)

Gonna be real even a quick run down leaves a lot out, so I recommend reading it from the beginning if you have the time(link can be found in the blog’s pinned post)

That being said I will make an attempt

Zeus and Mnemosyne are trapped within an abandoned facility, in a digital program(they’re romantic partners)

With the help of various people they manage to create phsyical bodies for themselves

Something goes wrong in the process, Mnemosyne is left in a coma for several months

The fear and stress causes Zeus to mega evolve, alerting Fuji(OG Mewtwo) to their location

The duo are brought to Mirage Island, where they get aid from Fuji and Joyce(First movie Nurse Joy)

Agnita(the sample donor of Mnemosyne’s body) catches wind of Mnemosyne being unwell and helps them recover with some speedy gene therapy

Mnemosyne eventually wakes up, the duo is now free to experience life as flesh and blood

Sometime around this point Janus(OG Mew) makes their way to Mirage Island since “what why is there another Mew I’m the only Mew”

Mnemosyne gets pregnant

Seeing as Mnemosyne has no idea how to handle a Mew’s power and is now trying to bring more into the world, Janus offers to help them get to know the basics so they(and the unborn mittens) at least don’t blow the place up

Mnemosyne goes into labor

Various factors cause their first born, Calliope, to be born premature and weak, it’s expected she won’t last the night

Janus begrudgingly gives Calliope a boost, they’re alive and well but still pretty frail compared to their siblings, Clio and Erato

Also Callie’s blind(?). Another side effect of being premature, but it’s okay she’s got Oops, her seeing eye ‘mon

Seeing as all is well, Fuji heads out to find this other Mewtwo he’s being told about

There’s a kinda interlude here where we spent some time with Janus TL;DR Janus is very old, very tired, and isn’t ready to be Callie’s grandmewther even though Callie is PERSISTENT

Mnemosyne has a VERY bad time in a VERY bad dream with a VERY bad pile of slop that totally isn’t relevant to the story(he is, his temp name is “Goopy”, people love him for some reason)

Joyce gets super worried after watching Fuji’s vitals spike while he’s away

Joyce fails terribly in thinking Fuji went and got himself killed after he’s late coming home(man is late ONE TIME-)

Surprise! Fuji isn’t dead but his main and secondary neck have some pretty bad wounds that are Concerning™️

Double surprise! That Mewtwo he went to go find? Yeah she’s a feral little kitten that tried to divorce Fuji’s head from his body

Her name is Bellatrix(Movie 16 Mewtwo)

She’s very grumpy, enjoys pecha juice, and has now grown very attached to Joyce. Still thinks Fuji is a jerk tho but they’re working on that

#and I BELIEVE that’s the whole story summed up to the best of my ability #it’s #still a bit of a read but #I tried :’D #thank you #kaiju-enjoyer #ask

[the-dumpster-fire-of-life]

hii i saw ur requests are open and i was wondering if you could do something with Louis twdg x reader fluff maybe the reader got hurt or something? thank you!

(hello! Sure I can, sorry this took me so long and sorry if it's short!)

Louis is sorta the one to be panicky while trying to remain calm

It backfires through

When you get hurt, he is immediately by your side

He will help you no matter what way he can to help you get to somewhere safe if it was on a run, or just try and fix it

Like if you're bleeding, he'll try and stop it for example

If you are getting the medical attention you need, he will be there to help you the whole time

He's trying make sure you are okay <3

If something happened like in the slightest, his anxiety spikes so high

If you twisted an ankle, broke a bone, bleeding profusely, he is so shaky but also the best person to have by your side

He tries man

He won't let you do anything hard, but won't do everything everything for you if it makes you feel guilty to have him do everything

Please get what I am saying

If you need anything though, he will happily get it if it makes it a bit easier for you

He apologizes for you getting hurt even if it wasn't his fault

It could have been someone else or your fault completely, he still feels guilty

He'll take care of you, it actually makes it feel a bit normal for him too and it makes him happy

With him by your side, you for sure will make a speedy recovery

#twdg imagine #twdg #twdg louis x reader #twdg louis #twdg x reader #the walking dead game x reader #the walking dead game season 4 #the walking dead game #the walking dead game headcanons #louis twdg #louis x reader #louis twdg x reader

[luv-sie]

ANYWHERE BUT HOME

아무런 계획 없이 떠나고 싶은 밤.

↳“A night I want to leave without any plans.” — Seulgi.

Where he takes you on a spontaneous date! PT2..

⟨❮Isagi Yoichi, Barou Shouei and Chigiri Hyoma.❯⟩

Notes;; I'm going to post these in 3's, it sounds like I'm waffling on about god knows what ☹️ Wrote this at 2am too. N this is my new year gift to u guys!! Happy new years!! I hope I can interact more with y'all :')

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ISAGI YOICHI steals you from the warmth of your room and takes you away into the cold night. It's exciting, just where would he take you? Conversations in the car, the warmth blooming in your cheeks that spares you from the icy drink he bought you. Isagi Yoichi doesn't go out this late at night, atleast not often, it was a first, you had a feeling he wanted to make a change to his routine, a dent in his cycle that would surely bite him in the ass later, but he wouldn't regret the decision if it were you. Missing out on a day of practice wouldn't change anything according to him because ‘he's already at the top.’ And you won't chastise him for it, simply because you don't want your time with him to end. The car comes to a stop at a cliff and he throws his black jacket at you before pulling you out into the winter's chill.

BAROU SHOUEI huffs at your grumbling after making sure the helmet was tightly secured to your head and then takes off with you on his speedy motorcycle! A dangerous idea but with your arms wrapped around his sturdy frame you'd definitely be kept safe. His hair brushes against your face and you cannot complain or else he'd definitely kick you off. (He would never)

Barou doesn't like the idea of putting you in danger, he knows that a lot of things could go wrong in a situation like this so he picks the safest route, constantly checking if your arms are still around him and if there are any creeps (cops) tailing the both of you. He finds himself loosening up halfway to the destination so he decides to speed up much to your surprise and his dismay; his heart beating erratically and the warmth from your arms make it too much for him to handle along with the breeze, he finds himself addicted to this feeling and from now on he'd take you on rides more often.

CHIGIRI HYOMA is frustrated or perhaps sad, his hair keeps annoying him, the depth of his emotions grows and the fact that he was mistaken for a girl before makes him think he should just cut it, but you love his hair too much that it makes him steer his head away from the decision. Unable to keep it up with the way he ties it he asks you for help and you comply, tying his hair whilst being seated in a corner of a convenience store, an odd place to spot a popular football player. You purposely dragged him along, practice had been hard on him and he could feel a spike of pain shoot through his leg. You could tell that he was feeling quite conscious and his thoughts were haunting him on days like these, with an idea of distracting him you brought him here. Chigiri manages to brush his thoughts off and get lost in this situation; the feeling of him being taken care of like this made him feel better, he knows even if he were to tear his ACL again you would still take care of him, maybe even a little (lot) more.

©️luv-sie, do not plagiarize or repost!

#blue lock x reader #isagi yoichi x reader #isagi x reader #barou shouei x reader #barou x reader #chigiri hyoma x reader #chigiri x reader #blue lock headcanons #bllk x reader #bllk headcanons

[yuadokjon]

a hierarchy not based on strength

summary: he's a gym owner.

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New job, new life. When you finally heard back from your dream job, you couldn't hop on a plane fast enough away from the hellhole you unfortunately called your hometown. Sure, it would start as a mostly administrative position at the bottom of the totem pole. Sure, the pay wasn’t great. And, sure, the only way you would be able to afford living anywhere remotely near your workplace would be in a shoebox of an apartment in the sketchiest side of the city. But, hey -- new job, new life. And, most recently, new gym.

Within the first few weeks of moving in, you were sifting through yet another smashed-in pile of new resident mailers until digging out a glossy, colorful flyer for a gym. Malevolent Shrine, huh? You eyed the neon-colored temple, the sharp edges of the skulls and teeth littering its base piercing into the two words it centered. Loud. Bombastic. And unbelievably douche-y, you noted with a raised brow at the captions splashed haphazardly across the page in tribalistic all-caps:

‘ONLY A HIERARCHY BASED PURELY ON STRENGTH MATTERS.’

‘DISCOVER THE HUNGER TO TAKE HOLD OF YOUR DESIRES.’

‘STAND PROUD. YOU ARE STRONG.’

Was this for a gym, a rave, or a cult? What kind of business owner signed off on this? It just screamed frat bros and gym rats, and you were pretty sure you weren’t the target market. But it did its job of grabbing your attention and, a quick search of its close location later, considering its relatively reasonably priced offers. Brand new members could even sign up for a 30-day trial with zero dollars down as an offensively yellow spike in the corner shouted. It couldn’t hurt. Maybe you needed something of a familiar routine to help better ground yourself. Help adjust to this lonely foreign land that you hoped to eventually replace ‘home.’ 

Of course, you, ever-diligent skeptic, had to uncover all the public secrets you could before stepping one foot inside. Not that there was much to find. Nothing much was on their official site other than current promotions and classes in that same gaudy font from the ad. No social media accounts. No gallery of staff or trainer photos. Not even an ‘About’ page. It was opened sometime in 2018, going by the sparse Internet reviews and photos you did find. You would have been impressed a business could survive in this day and age with such a specter of an online presence if you weren’t so frustrated. But it was indeed a real gym, one with decent reviews and a decently large layout providing enough spacing among machines to retain some level of privacy while easily cycling through them. No Wi-Fi, televisions, or cafés peddling the latest health fads but 24/7 with great showers and sauna. A very no-frills gym. You could appreciate that.

The next day some kid in a white-pink ombre bob took down your information, not offering a smile or tour throughout the entirety of the speedy sign-up process. You could barely get a word in that wasn’t a simple affirmation or denial as they reviewed your application and drilled through the gym policies and rules in a monotonous drone, pointing vaguely in the respective directions of the few amenities before ushering you out of their office with a handful of brochures and a temporary gym badge. You think you might’ve signed something and mumbled a thanks right before they neatly shut the door in your face. You weren’t sure if you had even caught a name. But you did recall them confirming something about a free cancellation policy within the first thirty days, so you took full advantage of it whenever you could.

Today was day 22 of your trial period, and so far it was...fine. Generally everything was fine, except for...your eyes scanned cautiously around the gym's perimeter. You felt the squat bar you were resting against lurch and whipped around, coming eye to eye with a pair of scarlet ones. You squeaked and jumped back in surprise, immediately earning the icy stare of a certain manager that chilled the back of your neck. You hissed and huffed as you adjusted your clothes for no apparent reason.

“Ugh, Sukuna!” 

“Afternoon, gorgeous,” he greeted cheerily in return. You merely crossed your arms over your chest and scowled back at the grin that only widened at your defensive display.

“First time seeing you here during these hours,” he casually continued as he pushed himself off the bar he’d been dangling over and peered down at you from his full height, “Missed you this morning.”

“I was hoping to, actually,” you sighed and shooed him away from your rack, hands on hips until he obediently bowed out outside and around the metallic cage, “For the last time, leave me alone.”

Yeah, generally everything was fine save for this pink-haired menace that terrorized your every gym visit since popping up out of nowhere one day.

Sukuna had smoothly inserted himself into your routine and refused to let you recall ever knowing a peaceful start to your day since joining Shrine. He was there. Always. Every early morning -- or even the occasional late night -- it didn't seem to matter when you timed your pilgrimage. Sukuna was always there, waiting for you outside the locker rooms with that suspicious smirk and two fresh towels slung over his shoulder. What are we working on today? How about we try pushing past your PR? Need a spotter? What am I saying, of course you do. Wave after wave of rhetorical questions and light barbs always buffeted you first as he followed around after you like an eager kitten. What protests you eked out during his infrequent ebbs were patiently listened to but quickly drowned again, swept up by the tsunami of suggestions from someone who was obviously more experienced at this than you. Though you would always insist on sticking to the schedule you had already carefully laid out prior to each session, you always found yourself drifting away and towards his instead by the end. It was a ritual at this point.

You couldn’t deny that your physique was the best shape it’d been in a while, his challenges helping you push past limitations that had long been entrenched for years. And he was also useful in warding off other goers, whose numbers you were surprised to find even during the odd hours you purposely chose. A singular distraction with honest -- if crude -- motivations, you could handle. Multiple ones wanting who knows what from you? Especially from around this part of town? One close brush was close enough for you. No, Sukuna was decidedly the lesser evil that you knew. Probably.

You understood their caution and had shared it when he first stepped up to you. He was taller and bigger than any of the regulars you now recognized. Wide muscled thighs and arms that seemed to strain the basketball shorts and cutoff tanks he always wore that would have blanketed any other man. Perfect limbs that balanced vertically at the convergence of his comparatively slimmer waist. Bulging veins that recorded a history intimate with everything within the gym’s interior and scars that suggested a familiarity with dangers past the confinement of their brick walls. Like a wrathful Buddhist deity rendered exquisitely in flesh and blood. Not that you were ogling. He was just hard to not notice.

But more than his imposing build or the tats he unabashedly wore across its expanse, it was the air around him. Heavy. Intense. Suffocating. He was a planet, its inescapable gravity forcing further down the lowered heads and eyes from everyone encircling his orbit. His presence both demanded and eschewed attention, the correct answer of the two one might realize only afterwards (and possibly much too late). Nobody dared to approach you now, even in the past thirty or so minutes you were free of him for once within this gym.

Other than the flirting, however, Sukuna seemed harmless enough as you got to know him over the course of your visits. He hadn’t yet given you any reason to fear him, though he left you plenty to question everything else. You weren’t sure how or why such an intimidating man took an interest in you at all. 

“Aw, don’t be like that,” he chuckled and sidled in behind you while you checked over the loaded discs that flanked the opposite ends of the steel pole and the clips holding them firmly in place. His big hands hugged the centimeters of space above your hips as he leaned down, smirking, “You know how to get me to stop.”

“For the last time,” you repeated to his reflection in the mirrored wall in front of the two of you before slapping his hands away, “I don’t go out with jobless losers.” 

“Hmph,” he pouted but eased back again as you swung underneath the bar and shouldered the metal onto your squeezed blades, “What makes you think that again? Spread your feet farther, doll.”

You rolled your eyes but complied. His hands now hung loosely under yours that tensed and tightened their grip. You peeled your gaze away from them and onto your reflected form as you took a deep breath and started your descent.

“One,” Sukuna voiced aloud your thought as you came back up, the deep reverberations scattering away what focus you had managed to muster. You furrowed your brows.

“Loser because obvious. Jobless because,” you grunted as you steadily lowered yourself again, “How else could you always be here? And in the middle of the day.”

“So are you,” he scoffed.

“I’m only here now because I took the day off.” 

“I could have, too.”

“Doubtful. Wish I could take a day off from you for once.”

“Two -- aw, hurtful. Are you trying to avoid me, [Y/N]?”

You didn’t answer. You tried to ignore the heat emanating from the body that followed behind you as you continued with your reps and he with his count. You fixed your eyes on your heaving diaphragm to blur out the thicker frame that overshadowed yours several times over. Your heart was pounding. Your head was starting to spin. Maybe you had already overdone it. Or you should’ve drank some more water beforehand. Breathe, you thought you heard your partner warn, don’t forget to breathe. You shut your eyes as you struggled to drive up the bar a final time and quickly re-racked it with his help before doubling over to catch your breath. He bent down in concern before shooting back up as a pointed finger stabbed the air in front of his face.

"One. Date," you panted, shakily but emphatically jabbing the singular digit skyward again, “Got it? One. One date then you'll leave me alone to lift in peace.”

He blinked. An unusual softness crept into his features that disappeared as quickly as it had appeared when you looked up and awaited his response. 

“One,” he agreed, the usual snark now returning in full glory, “So…how about now?”

“No.”

“But you just said you had the day o--”

“No.”

#sukuna x reader #sukuna fic #sukuna #jjk #fics #wips

[number-one-shadisper-shipper]

So are we sure that game Knuckles actually had a name before Sonic showed up to Angel Island for the first time? Because I can totally picture this little red echidna who's been alone his whole life and doesn't even have a name, and then this random speedy blue hedgehog shows up who he's been told by Robotnik want to steal his Master Emerald, and this hedgehog just looks at his big spiked fists and goes, "Yo, Knuckles!" and this poor guy just has an identity crisis on the spot until he decides to go with it because "Guardian of the Master Emerald" is a lot to say every time he wants to talk about himself.

#also is it not the most Sonic thing ever to immediately name someone based on their most obvious trait #sonic: this is my brother i named tails cuz he has two tails #and my archenemy i call eggman cuz he's fat and bald #(even in the movies he calls his fam Donut Lord and Pretzel Lady) #I'm just saying its plausible #sonic the hedgehog #sonic #knuckles #knuckles the echidna

[skullislandproductions]

Speedy Gonzales surprises Daffy, who is just looking for a snack in the fridge, in this early version of the episode “Best Friends” from “The Looney Tunes Show.” The script went thru some revisions and this sequence was completely revised and reboarded. 

#Spike Brandt #Tony Cervone #Jeff Siergey #Hugh Davidson #Rachel Ramras #Larry Dorf #Looney Tunes #Merrie Melodies #Warner Bros #Warner Bros Animation #The Looney Tunes Show #Speedy #Speedy Gonzales #Daffy #Daffy Duck #Fred Armisen #Jeff Bergman #fridge #snack #food

[amazingmsme]

Think Fast, Move Faster

AN: Had a rough day today, so this one's a little late but with an hour to spare! Regardless, this one was super fun to write! Can't believe it took me this long to write a Top Gun fic, but here we are! Based on a gif I saw that I'll try & look for later, but basically Ice tried to spike the ball at Slider after the vball scene & it gets stuck in the net. This is totally what happened after that. Hope y'all enjoy day 9!

It was the perfect day to be at the beach. Clouds were few and far between, allowing the sun to shine uninterrupted. The sand was hot beneath their feet, crisp blue waves crashing against the shore off to the side. Cheerful shouts and playful bickering rang through the air as they whacked the volleyball back and forth over the net, taking an occasional dive for the ball and sending sand flying.

The game was called, and Iceman was a little surprised by how quickly the sandy court cleared, leaving only himself and Slider, Goose and Mav already standing off to the side. Iceman played with the ball, wondering what it was they were saying. Then Slider slipped under the net and was walking right in front of him: a perfect target.

"Slider, think fast!"

The words "think fast" never bode well for anyone, usually serving as a harbinger of a flying object to the face. Slider's head snapped over to look at Ice, who was sporting a devilish grin as he spiked the ball right at his head.

Slider yelped and tried to dodge out of the way, preparing for impact. Thankfully, the ball hit the net and bounced weakly to the ground. He locked eyes with Iceman through the net, watching how his smug smile turned to a nervous one.

"Did you just try to hit me?"

"No?" It was more of a question than the firm denial he'd been aiming for. Slider grinned and stepped under the net.

"Liar."

Ice turned to run, but running in loose, hot sand isn't ideal for a speedy getaway. Slider caught up to him easily and slammed the entirety of his weight into him, knocking them both to the ground. He wasted no time before digging his hands under Iceman's arms, sending him howling with laughter.

Maverick and Goose immediately turn to see what all the commotion was about, sly and amused grins on their faces. Slider had Ice pinned against the sand, sending it flying through the air with each frantic kick.

"Did you think it'd be funny?" Slider interrogated, raking his hands down his ribs. He threw his head back as loud cackles erupted from his chest and he thrashed around, desperate to get away. Or maybe not too desperate, seeing as he was getting nowhere, but he did a great job of putting on a show. It was almost believable.

Iceman shook his head frantically, snorting when he found a particularly sensitive spot at the top of his ribs. "Nohohoho! I'm sohohorry!" his pleas fell on deaf ears. Well, Slider wasn't paying him any mind. Goose and Maverick on the other hand proved to be quite the peanut gallery.

"What he do this time?" Goose shouted, cupping his hands around his mouth. Maverick snickered behind his hand, glancing away every now and then before his gaze was inevitably pulled to the scene. He wore a shit eating grin and chimed in, "He deserves it regardless, keep going!"

Slider looked up with a feral grin, kneading down Iceman's sides and sending him into a fit of boyish giggles.

"He tried to spike the ball at my face!" Slider yelled, drilling his thumbs in his hips. He shrieked, the sound abruptly cutting off with a snort.

"Ihihi dihid nohohohot!" Iceman denied.

"I looked you in the eyes as you did it!" Slider cried, shaking clawed hands over his sides. The sand that stuck to Iceman's sides created friction between his sensitive skin and Slider's wicked hands, and it was driving him mad. He latched onto Slider's wrists, pushing him away but not really. It was almost too easy to escape his hold and dive for his bare belly. Ice arched his back with an honest to God squeal, legs drumming against the sand.

"Ohoho shihihit! Ihihit tihihickles!"

"What? Nooo I had no idea!" he teased, feigning innocence. Iceman blushed, and in his senseless flailing, managed to grab a handful of sand and scrub it into Slider's hair. He gasped and froze before locking on Iceman with a predatory look.

He made a show of shaking the sand out of his hair before wrestling Iceman's wrists down by his sides, pinning them under his knees. Slider brushed some sand off of his toned stomach, making him giggle and babble out incoherent pleas, yet miraculously avoided saying the word "stop."

Once his tummy was sand-free, Slider took a deep breath and leaned down. Iceman knew what he was doing, had been a victim of these shenanigans countless times, and his eyes widened out of fearful excitement.

"Nonono wahahait!" Slider didn't wait.

Lips met skin, and Slider blew out as hard as he could. Iceman thrashed around helplessly, cackling and snorting occasionally. When Slider backed off, it took Ice a few moments to calm down. When he did, he sat up and gave him a shrug.

"Asshole! You nearly killed me!"

"You lived," Slider brushed him off, pushing him back down on the beach. Iceman scrambled to his feet and took off after him, hungry for revenge.

#tickletober #tickletober 2023 #tom kazansky #iceman kazansky #slider kerner #goose bradshaw #maverick mitchell #top gun #top gun fic #top gun tickle fic #ticklish!iceman

[skellydun]

today I burnt the absolute shit out of my tongue on a spiked drink my aunt made and had to pretend I didn't just dribble hot cider all over me as she watched me force it down my throat and then i got a flat tire trying to make a speedy exit from her house BUT I also scheduled the final interview for this job I want AND uploaded a youtube video where I laughed so hard I cried so you win some you lose some. hope u guys had a wonderful day I'm thankful for u all!!! ❤️💕🥰

#my aunt is a Trumper im not just an asshole with a sore tongue #that sounds weird when i say it like that

[inkykeiji]

Pigeon and touya nii

prompt: pigeon warnings: stepcest, blood, bullet wound, impromptu surgery words: 734

Something’s wrong. He should’ve been back by now; there’s no way such a routine job would take over an hour and a half longer than it normally does. 

Not that you know what routine means. Not exactly, anyway. 

But Touya’s used the word around you frequently enough—as a nondescript designation of a specific type of job, a codeword of sorts—for you to have gleaned bits and pieces of what it entails: a routine never takes long, is rarely planned, is always called in at a sudden and random time, and is always urgent. 

It’s a routine. That’s what the deep voice laden with fizzing static always says when it orders it. 

It’s a routine. That’s what niichan always says when he delegates to his colleagues, words hurled through the speaker of his phone with an apathetic type of urgency—calm and steady, speedy but not rushed. 

Niichan usually gets them done in under forty-five minutes, tops. Sometimes even sooner than that. 

Except for tonight.

Your numerous calls and increasingly frantic texts have gone completely unanswered, and you’re on the verge of doing the unthinkable and calling someone you absolutely should not be contacting ever again when the door slams open, the force of the impact sending tremors skittering through the walls, whole apartment quivering beneath them.

“Out of the way,” Natsuo’s hissing, sharp and caustic and all the things he becomes when Touya’s vitality is in question, hauling his big brother through the threshold with one strong arm wrapped around his waist, the other wrapped around the wrist thrown haphazardly over his broad shoulders.  

There’s something odd with Touya’s gait—he’s limping, your mind notes dully, trancelike as you slip off the nearest bar stool just before Natsuo heaves his big brother onto it. 

“Oh my God.” 

It slips from your lips in a breathy little whimper, hands outstretched and hovering hesitantly, fingers griping at the air but never touching, desperate to help, unsure how. 

“I’m fine,” Touya’s chuckling, though a syrupy crimson is steadily soaking through his dark jeans, glimmering in the dim yellow glow of the kitchen potlights. 

“What happened!?”

“A pigeon,” Touya huffs, sounding angrier about the pigeon than the oozing wound on his thigh. “A fucking pigeon happened.”

“Wh-What?”

“Sit down before you fall down,” Natsuo instructs, glancing at you through the corner of his eye. 

Panic blurs your vision, edges starting to waver with hazy tears, and you nod dumbly, movements mechanical as you gingerly perch on the stool next to Touya.

“Stupid fuckin’ thing,” Touya’s shaking his head as Natsuo wriggles his jeans down his thighs, making no effort to help. “I should’a killed it when I had the chance.”

“Well, now you know for next time,” Natsuo mutters, fingers gently prodding at the gash. “It’s shallow. You’re lucky it didn’t hit any bone.”

“Wait, I’m—A pigeon caused that?” 

Blinking rapidly, you clear the bleariness from your eyes, spiking your lashes with trapped teardrops and squinting a little as you lean forward, attempting to study the injury.

“More or less,” Touya shrugs. “Little fucker ruined my shot; flew right in front of the barrel just as I was pulling the trigger. Surprised me, made me flinch, shot was off by a few millimeters, but it was enough to garner unwanted attention. Freak accident.” 

His voice is painfully casual—bored, almost, as if it makes no real difference to him, faint notes of anger only seeping into his tone when talking about the unpredictability that ruined another otherwise perfect shot. 

The delicate click of metal tweezers has your gaze instinctively snapping toward the sound, just in time to see Natsuo delving into the wound, careful and cautious as he latches onto the bullet lodged in his big brother’s thigh and begins to pull it, slow and steady, from his flesh. 

“No, no,” Touya’s bloodstained fingers find your jaw, the stench of bitter copper clinging to them, gently redirecting your gaze to his face. “Don’t look, sweetheart.” 

“You don’t need to see this,” Natsuo says, head bent, eyes never straying from his diligent work. “I’d ask you to leave, but I know you’d fight me on it.”

“She wouldn’t listen,” Touya laughs, warm with fondness. The tip of his index finger traces the curve of your cheek, eyes soft and melty as they follow its trajectory. “Not when it comes to her niichan.” 

#dabi x reader #todoroki touya x reader #HAHAHA this was a fun one #hopefully it surprises u a lil with how i used the word #thank you for sending in an ask anon!! #have an awesome day n stay safe! <3 #touya nii universe #inky.bb #clari gets mail

[piosplayhouse]

hi for totally no reason id love to know your takes on svsss characters as horse breeds PLUS mlp species... im a huge fan of when ppl draw ponies more horselike so i have been thinking a lot about how cool itd be to combine stylized horse pony bodies with the whimsy of unicorn / pegasus / earth pony divisions. and you are the person i respect the most when it comes to danmei horse combinations... i do not think anyone else could comprehend the magic in this concept

OMFGGG thank you for letting me speak on this I love you

Ok here are my well-established breed headcanons based purely off vibes (because I don't think airplane would know enough about horses to get anywhere close to this detailed in PIDW canon):

- Shen Qingqiu: Perlino Akhal-Teke, the high maintenance it girl the moment the model

- Luo Binghe: Friesian, colloquially known as the most handsome horses with strong silhouettes and gorgeously famous curly black hair

- Shang Qinghua: Norwegian Fjord Horse, small and muscular light drafts with very cute faces

- Mobei Jun: Shire Horse, Extremely big and thicc boys

- Yue Qingyuan: Clydesdale, gentle giant and overall splendid fellas

- Liu Qingge and Mingyan: Lippizaners, iconic for their elegance and beauty with a history in cavalry

- Ning Yingying: Bashkir Curly Horse, just very cute tbh they're curly horses what else do you want

- Sha Hualing: Arabian Horse, sleek speedy and energetic with a very shl-like appearance imo

- Ming Fan: Thoroughbred, pedigreed shoe-in for success, somehow still loses to Binghe at every race

In terms of my little pony I will admit I'm not actually a huge mlp fan (long story short I watched the princess promenade movie and was terrified of spike for some reason) but @/selpuku has a great SV mlp au that I think of all the time where the cultivators are pegasi and demons are unicorns, sqq uses his wing as his fan it's just perfect. Of course regardless Binghe would be an alicorn. Ofc. I also posted this before I think but I think Shang Qinghua would also be an alicorn, but people only start noticing post canon because before that he wasn't in a safe enough environment to develop a horn and so just thought he was a pegasus, but when he gets his stuff sorted out and is happy with mbj he starts growing a little nubby horn!! Overall I don't think there's a way to go wrong with it though! Mlp aus are great and cringe is dead because horses fucking rock

Hope this helps!!! Let me know if you have any other questions or thoughts this was such a fun post to make and really brightened my day!!! :) ♥️♥️🐎🐎

#long post #long posts #really long post #really long posts #svsss