#“don't speak me i'm cold !”

[dalvs-wife]

all i'm saying is that one of them probably had to carry clover's body to that coffin in the castle

edit: read the first tag, thank you

[nekrosmos]

Price is cold, very cold, Nik helps him out (SFW) | AO3

The stiffness in Price’s fingers had settled in a long time ago, hands pinned firmly under his armpits while shifting his weight around, hoping to get some heat back in his extremities, without much success. Every exhale gave him a proper view of how cold it really was, making him miss the countless ops in middle eastern summers that made him sweat every last drop of water in his body and burnt his skin. 

Yet, there stood Nikolai, next to him, jacket opened, a cigarette in his hands, looking like this was just a slightly chilly evening. Unbelievable. 

“Fucking hell, Nik.”

This got the Russian to raise an eyebrow at him, his dark eyes glaring into Price’s briefly, before handing him the cigarette he had just lit up.

“Hmh? Want one?”

A short laugh escaped Price’s lips as he shook his head, teeth shuddering as he opened his mouth. 

“Nah. All I want is some fucking heat, Nik.” He grumbled, words barely audible between his trembling and the slight wind piercing through his bones. “You owe me dinner for this.”

This whole thing had been Nik’s idea. A weapon’s deal, probably just a regular work day for him, if Nik hadn't smelled something fishy about this one. On such a short notice, all he could do was ask John for help and backup, something the captain was happy to provide, despite the negative temperatures. He just wished the asshole they were waiting for would show up quicker so the two of them could get back to their van. 

It was Nik’s turn to chuckle softly, exhaling the smoke slowly as he did so. He took a step closer to Price and the captain immediately felt the heat radiating off of him, his bigger shape gently pressing itself against his, leaving what little heat John had left in his own body to gather at the tip of his ears, under his beanie. 

“Is the cold that bad ?” The Russian asked, a wider smile on his face as he let one of his hands wander to the back of John’s neck, gloved fingers toying with his scarf. 

A soft, barely audible swear word was all John was able to answer, his cheeks warming up as he felt the warm leather gloves press against the skin of his neck. His blue eyes darted around the alley the two were standing in, checking if anyone was around, a habit of his he found difficult to get rid of. Things were still pretty recent with Nik, and it didn’t matter how safe he felt around the man or how capable he knew the two of them to be at protecting themselves, there would still be apprehension whenever Nikolai touched him this way outside.

Another exhale, John’s lips quivering as he stared into Nikolai’s dark eyes, whole body shaking under several layers of clothes as his answer. 

“Give me your hands.” Nik simply added, placing his cigarette between his lips and opening both of his palms, waiting for John to oblige him. 

For a moment, John stared at him, a frown on his face as he tried to understand what his plan could be. Another gust of wind rushing through the alley and piercing through his body was enough to convince him, however, finally removing his hands from beneath his armpits and placing them inside of Nikolai’s. 

“Better not start making me dance a waltz or anything.” Price mumbled, his apprehensions still very much in the back of his mind.

“A good idea for later.” Nik teased in return. 

His smile couldn’t have been wider as he closed his fingers around John’s hands, pulling them closer until they were resting against Nik’s sides, under his jacket. It was like placing your hands directly on a heater, the warmth immediately spreading inside John’s fingers, almost painfully so for half a second, until it became enjoyable again. 

“Better?” Nik asked as he let go of John’s hands, letting them rest against his sides before grabbing his cigarette again and slowly letting the smoke out. 

“Yeah. Fuck, Nik.” 

The urge to push his entire body against Nik’s, let his arms wrap themselves around his bigger shape and let his head rest in the crook of his neck, taking in all of his familiar and comforting scent was strong, too strong. There were still outside, in the cold, waiting for this fucking arms dealer to show up and all Price could think about was how good it would be to be pinned under Nik’s weight, how warm he would feel in his arms, his hot breath hitting the back of his neck as Nik laid on top of him, hips against his, hearing him whisper the most salacious praises in his ears while he - 

“John. John ? They’re here.” 

“Bollocks.” 

Price’s hands quickly let go of Nik, moving to the inside of his jacket’s pockets instead, fingers resting against the pistol concealed in it as three figures approached them with heavy cases in their hands. 

…

As the heavy van door slammed next to him, Price let out a sigh of relief. The inside of the vehicle was definitely an improvement from the outside temperature. He sat in the passenger seat, watching Nik take his place as the driver, the Russian humming happily as he placed his keys against the dashboard. 

“That went pretty well, didn’t it?” He asked, his usual smile still on his face. 

“The bloke I shot in the foot after they tried to grab us wouldn’t agree with you.” 

“Da, but they were very reasonable after that.” 

The inside of the van was suddenly filled with the sound of joyful laughter as the two men leaned against each other, one of Nik’s big hands first resting against Price’s shoulder, only to move to his chin, raising it up slightly, enough that his lips could meet John’s. Fifteen minutes ago, Nikolai was holding an eastern European mobster in a tight headlock, ready to crack his skull open, a proud display of his strength and resolve, and now, he was tenderly kissing his love, smiling behind his lips as his fingers dig into John’s beard, gently brushing against his skin. John loved that about him. 

“Still cold?” His deep voice was like a reassuring embrace to Price. 

“It’s better than standing outside but yeah, I’m still fucking freezing.” 

Nikolai nodded, grabbing his keys and turning the engine on. 

“I know a good way to warm you up.” 

The shit eating grin on his face was enough of a clue for John to understand what he meant by that, his insides twisting in anticipation. 

“Dinner first. You owe me, Nik.” 

“Da, da. I’m a gentleman, after all.” 

“Huh-huh.” 

Another shared laugh echoed inside the vehicle as they took off. No matter how cold John was at the moment, he had no doubts in his mind that Nik would indeed find a way to warm him up tonight. 

[revillage-jokes-and-theories]

Dimitrescu family at the morning

Alcina

Bela

Cassandra

Daniela

[penguinpartypalooza]

I'm taking my life back. You can't hurt me anymore.

[shima-draws]

Girls do you think it's cute when *erupts into a violent coughing fit*

[nemesis-is-my-middle-name]

[velkyr]

man I am so tired of floating around in a sea of next to no emotion about anything I need to be held afloat by some kind of rabid fixation again. or maybe just not be coasting along on depression and the occasional sprinkle of dopamine idk

[gudansoo]

goo dansoo + feed your girl

Aren't you curious how I showed up so quickly in the middle of the night? I was already in front of your house. …I was just out walking and ended up here because I missed you. When I got your call and heard you call my name, I was so happy, thinking you also needed me and waited for me. When I saw you in that state, do you know how angry it made me? I thought, "I shouldn't have moved out. I should've been there for her." Maeng Gonghee. Do you know? You were the reason I went to work. You were the reason I stayed here for as long as I did. I did all of it because of you. That's how much you mean to me. Even if you push me away, I'll be standing out front again because I'll miss you. If you call me, I'll come running again like a fool. Maeng Gonghee. To me, you're…

[polarisbibliotheque]

a day when you upload is a good day for me <3

You're seriously my biggest inspiration for getting better at writing, thank you for all your hard work!! I always look forward to whatever you write, it's always a work of art!

IT TOOK ME FOREVER TO ANSWER BUT THANK YOU SO MUCH YOU KIND BEAUTIFUL SOUL

Know your pocket writer is dying of feels currently, will be back shortly

But really, thank you so so much for your kind words! I can't do anything without inspiration and knowing someone holds my works with such high regards, makes me melt and be more and more inspired to write!

I'm currently working on the Halloween specials, and that's what I'm probably going to post next, so it's going to take a while. But I do hope you'll be here and you'll have a blast with it! That's why I keep on writing! ^^

Again, thank you so much, my dear! I hope you can become an exceptional writer yourself, much better than your little pocket writer here ;)

[bumblingbabooshka]

thoughts on saavik?

I don't know anything about Saavik v_v I really love these two posts about her though! X and X I think about these posts often and whenever I do I feel like I want to draw!

[iniziare]

Tag drop: Dorian Pavus

[silverselfshippingchaos]

I was rewatching the r.ed r.ain earlier and goodness he's so handsome

[nebulousfishgills]

I wish Stephenie Meyer had the sense to make Caius originally from Sparta since that makes the most sense in my head (but no, god forbid she give any of the Volturi a time period in history that's well documented to allow for character building), even if it would make him chronologically the youngest of the three kings rather than the oldest. He just reads like a hot headed Spartan general to me, and it'd better explain his behaviors in the books.

That and I want to somewhat feasably be able to say I want to semi-seriously crack-ship him with Kratos. I wanna say that those two had something going on in the Spartan barracks with my full chest and just watch the world burn behind me.

These are the thoughts that can only possibly come from my own stupid brain. You only get premium brainrot content from me.

[ehlnofay]

all love and joy to all my darling american internet friends and mutuals etc etc but if I ever have to learn another thing about us news ever again I think I'm going to blow something up

[talentforlying]

rattling the bars of my cage. in the hellblazer universe, all gods spring from the imagination of humans and gain form + power based on the strength of their belief, with the more power they gather influencing how much their belief system shapes the world, meaning all creation myths are true and trade stages of validity based on the level of their specific faith accrued in the world at any given time.

based on that system, it is entirely fucking possible that by the later stages of hellblazer, constantine has participated significantly enough in the renewal / creation / downfall of enough gods, creation figures, and empires — including icons who are significantly tied into judeo-christian origins, like the beast of eden, the first of the fallen, lucifer, and the archangel gabriel — and built enough of a system of faith off the back of that reputation, to qualify as a minor god himself in time. which would explain how jc: hellblazer ends with him still walking and talking despite discovering that he no longer has a pulse or heartbeat. rattling the bars of my fucking cage!!!

[moonchild-in-blue]

I'm about to drive in the ocean I'ma try to swim from somethin' bigger than me