#[TH] Open

[hinamie]

morning glory

[raspberryflo]

Imagine showing these pictures to someone in 2020

[farceurcole]

[zrllosyn-art]

I put way too much effort into this LMAO but, have a translated version of the clip the official KN8 twitter put up.

It didnt seem like they planned on puttin out an english subs ver so I did it myself

[obsob]

despite, despite, despite!!

[khaopybara]

❝Will you tell me what you like?❞

FIRST KANAPHAN as KANT PATTANAWAT and KHAOTUNG THANAWAT as BISON episode 3 of THE HEART KILLERS

[baranarts]

happy priDEMONth!

[keferon]

Oh hey Orion time? Orion time

Anyways. So Ratchet. Do you think he knew Orion back then too? Were he and Shockwave and Orion all friends and then Shockwave doing all of that caused Ratchet to leave? Or at least is a reason he left? Ratchet probably had to be the one to deliver the news about Orion too, so

Oh fuck. Oh no. Oh they definitely were friends YES. Ratchet would stick around for quite some time after Orion's death but yeah. It would fuck him up and traumatize. Severely. And then looking at what Shockwave has become is just. Too much for him.

[diadraws]

i also made some little guys! <- link to my shop so you can acquire them

[saintaviator]

moar hl scraps…. does a pose

[unriding]

me n moze say good morning to the world !!! ᕙ( •̀ ᗜ •́ )ᕗ

art by @rabbbitseason of course <3

[hinamie]

spiraling

[lapdogchase]

people entering fwb relationships with the hope of it turning into a romantic relationship and then getting mad at their fwb for not reciprocating when thats literally not the relationship that was established is so crazy to me. like that’s literally not their fault. and i do not understand why culturally people generally side w the person who entered the relationship Knowing its not what they wanted and Expecting the other person to change like i really dont get it. but what do i know

[addictvettel]

THIS PIC?!!

[laswells-ashtray]

It's a reoccurring issue in John's life. It strikes him with the spontaneity and force of a drunken father. The colour drains from his face and a familiar nausea bubbles under his skin, clawing its way up his throat.

He's yet to find a cause or a cure, it lingers behind him and attacks him unexpectedly.

It'd been Hell the rare few times it had struck him on a mission, he had fought despite the sickly feeling ravaging his body. He'd been planted on the ground, boot slammed into his gut and had lifted his head quickly enough to vomit over the enemy soldier's boots. He would've apologised if he hadn't followed it with a bullet between his eyes.

No one had to know about it, a perpetual weakness that led his system through a rollercoaster while his body remained immobile.

It often struck him while he was in his office, he spent so long in the room that he'd perfected the procedure to deal with the sudden bouts of rampant nausea that encompassed his system. Head on the desk for however long he required to rid himself of the queasiness and prolong sleep for however long he needed to catch up on the work he had missed in the wasted time.

At home, he had taken to just dropping to the floor, sitting with his head in his hands, Blocking out the familiarity of home that suddenly overwhelmed his senses and breathing heavily in hopes that the sounds of his breathing would be effective in tamping down the stomach-churning silence.

That's how Nikolai finds him. Leaning back against a kitchen cupboard, legs sprawled out in front of him and hands held so tightly over his eyes that Nikolai assumes the pressure has to be dizzying.

John's face is ashen and he's breathing heavily enough that the Russian knows it has to be deliberate, he's following a breathing exercise that he typically uses to calm himself when his patience is getting tested. In for four, hold for seven, out for eight.

The worry Nikolai feels is almost palpable as his eyes scan over his partner, relying on what medical training he's been taught for the field as he looks for an injury of some kind. Some kind of answer that could allow him to slip into a clinical viewpoint, treat the cause and do so with a warm bedside manner.

He finds no injury, no wound, no sign of some old ache playing up. He doesn't hear the telltale gruff swearing as John is overcome by a twinge of pain striking his back.

He quietens his approach as he walks towards his partner, kneeling down in front of the other man and carefully pulling one of John's hands away from his eyes.

John lets out a soft groan, Nikolai is positive that the other man isn't aware of the noise as it leaves his throat.

"What do you need?" It's a low murmur as he brushes the back of his fingers over John's face, subtly checking for a fever. He doesn't find one.

John peers up at him for the briefest of moments before his eyes are firmly closed again and he offers a subtle shake of his head. Nikolai would have to guess that he's close to cleaning vomit off of their kitchen floor by the way John swallows and grimaces.

He tries to mollify the sound of the fridge door opening, the seal is stubborn after years of use and whenever he brings it up, John refuses to let Nikolai just buy them a new fridge.

Maybe, when he no longer looks like he's going to hurl, Nikolai can convince the captain to authorize the purchase of a new one.

He's quick to grab a bottle of water and close the door, inching towards John and setting the bottle on the floor by his legs as he lowers himself against the cupboard next to his partner. He's cautious not to jostle the other man as he slips his hand behind John, planting it firmly on his hip.

He considers the pros and cons of taking John through to their bedroom, the man would surely feel more comfortable if he were in bed but the journey to the bed might be his undoing. There's no point in attempting to alleviate John's discomfort if he only worsens it.

The Englishman slowly lowers his head onto Nikolai's shoulder, a faint breath of relief breaking through his trained, methodical breathing exercise.

Nikolai flexes his toes, circling his ankles and making himself comfortable as he prepares himself for however long they'll remain sitting on the kitchen floor. They'll sit on the kitchen floor for however long it takes to see colour back on John's cheeks.

Only then will he interrogate John on his sudden state of illness, and then he'll make him soup and thoroughly plan for how he can help treat it the next time it may occur.

[dykedvonte]

do you think curly and anya got into arguments? what do you think is the silliest thing they ever argued over?

I think they all got into arguments. Stuck in a small space with only so much to occupy you with the same like 4 people. You learn patterns, you learn habits and odd little behaviors' they have. You learn to love or loathe them but I personally think these two would keep those type of gripes to themselves.

Personally I think they would argue over game nights because Curly is very much a “I don't really care about the game or if i win or lose ill have fun either way” person and Anya is so prideful and insistent that Curly would be so bitter if he kept losing, like her. It becomes a repeated back and forth because Curly is adamant he just would not care cause it’s a game, even mentions he lets himself lose with Jimmy a lot and they have a better time for it, and Anya just grabs him like the Cosmo and Timmy meme and rants about the thrill of running someone's pockets dry when they land on your properties in monopoly. He is taking the piss out of her. Like I feel like their arguments are just a bit absurd most of the time and like two casual friends teasing each other's quirks.

Though I feel if they had a real argument it would feel less like an argument and more like the most tense discussion of "I feel" statements and dead end routes. I can only really see them "arguing" about Curly's own health. Not pertaining to the games events (I tend to answer these type of asks as if it is prior or didn't happen), Curly does just seem to neglect himself in favor of is duties routinely, subsequentially impacting those duties. It's a lot of "I feel like you should rest more." or "I feel like this is not healthy for you." from Anya that inevitably turn into "Captain, this is not a good habit to have". Curly is a lot of "I feel fine"s that turn into "Please do not worry about me, Nurse Anya." and a sort of petty professionalism they put on when the other is being stubborn about the issue. I feel like he's also just a bit of a nag since he tries really hard to not be stern so its a sort of pestering but that's not Anya's specific.

They just don't seem like the types to bicker with each other because I don't think they want to be heated with each other, like arguing or you'd have to push them to that point unless it's something silly, in which the arguments sound like "I know you are but what am I >:)".