#2023- allegedly.

[fideidefenswhore]

 the tudors (2007-2010) / the concubine, by christopher rae / the six queens of henry viii (2016) / zombie (2018), cover by bad wolves / the white princess (2017) / hunting the falcon, by john guy & julia fox / viii, by hm castor / the white queen (2013) / henry viii, by lucy wooding / firebrand (2023)

[r0semultiverse]

The code at the end of the credits in the FNAF movie spells "COME FIND ME" btw for those without captions.

[leclercskiesahead]

scuderiaferrari What are these two up to? 😆

[cedyat]

This happened in the movie, trust me.

[mycupofstars]

[heavensenthale]

Multiamory March Day 18: Together

home is wherever we are together

Fandom: The Bastard Son & The Devil Himself Relationship: Annalise/Gabriel/Nathan Rating: Teen

Roadtrip AU | 500 words | Read on AO3 or

“Are you going to pass the blunt or not?” asked Annalise in Gabriel's direction. He was sitting on the roof of their van, looking out the horizon with a lost expression. Ever since they started their road trip across Europe together, Gabriel had managed to get himself weed in every major city they stopped at. Annalisse didn’t smoke before, but lately she’d been having fun when she smoked with her boys.

“Come on over,” Gabriel said, just before taking another hit of the lit blunt. She climbed to the roof of the van, sat down in front of him and reached out but Gabriel took his hand away. “Stay still and inhale when I get close.”

Slightly confused, she did as she was told and Gabriel leaned in close, lips almost touching as he let go of the smoke. Annalise inhaled, closing her eyes. A few moments later, she exhaled the smoke without feeling the usual burn down her throat.

When she opened her eyes again, Gabriel was extending the blunt to her. “Now it’s your turn.”

Just then Nathan decided to come out of the van, staring up at his lovers.

“Are you guys getting high?”

Annalise, who’d just taken a hit of the blunt, bursted out laughing, hard enough that it turned into a coughing fit. “You should join us,” she called from the roof of the van.

Nathan rolled his eyes, but started climbing anyway.

“How come Gabriel always has something to smoke?” he asked, sitting down so he was the third side of their little triangle. Annalise took another hit and leaned towards Gabriel, their lips brushing when she exhaled. When she pulled back, Gabriel threw his head back and exhaled, his long, pale neck stretched giving her a full view to the hickeys he barely hid under his shirt.

Annalise touched Nathan’s arm and then brought her body closer. She took a deep inhale of the blunt and tilted Nathan’s head slightly, so that his lips parted, then she closed the distance and exhaled, just like Gabriel showed her.

Nathan caught up immediately, mimicking Gabriel with a little less finesse. He took the lit joint from Annalise when she offered it to him, took a hit and did the same thing to Annalise, giving her the warm smoke from his beautiful mouth. It wasn’t the same as smoking, but the gentle brush of Nathan’s breath was enough to keep her going.

“You learn fast,” Annalise remarked, still leaning in Nathan’s direction.

“I’ve got good tutors,” he replied, a cheeky smile playing at the corner of his lips.

They passed the blunt around until there was nothing left to smoke. The sun was setting on the West, bathing Gabriel and Nathan in orange light. Annalise knew without a doubt that if Nathan could see it, he’d try to draw it.

She took out her phone and snapped a quick picture of them for her instagram. “For posterity,” she announced.

Both of her boyfriends smiled, making her heart beat double time. Then she threw herself at them to wrap them in a hug.

[slythereen]

👀 is it happening???

[tbcanary]

arrowfam week day four: found

(set after the current ga and bop run, hypothetically)

—

Someone in the house shrieks. The sound rattles off the walls, and Dinah is up and in the hallway before she can even process.

Behind her, Ollie is cursing as he struggles to pull on pants and follow her. She doesn’t wait for him; she bounds up the stairs to where she thinks the noise came from, heart pounding in her throat.

“Sin?” she shouts. “Lian? Are you okay?”

Dinah all but flies down the hall toward the door to Sin’s room. Lian’s door is open, and the lights are off; no point checking there.

The roar of her blood is so loud in her own ears that she doesn’t notice until too late that the screaming has stopped. As she flings open Sin’s door, adrenaline racing in her veins and pulse pounding in her chest —

She hears laughter.

She sees Lian, sitting on the floor and clutching her chest as she lets out a stream of giggles.

She sees someone standing in the center of the room. Someone blonde, wearing black fishnets and a familiar bodysuit that sits just a little too loose around her slim hips.

Dinah’s brain catches up about as quickly as Ollie, sliding in his socks to hover at her side. “Is that my wig?”

Sin whips around to face her. The blonde hair falls in her face in tangles and knots, but Dinah can at least see something close to guilt on her features.

“Um,” Sin says. “Yes. It was in the closet?”

Dinah’s heart is still pressing uncomfortably against her ribs. She crosses her arms and cocks an eyebrow. “And the fishnets?”

“…Laundry?” Sin tries.

“You’re a little old to be playing dress-up, you know,” Dinah scolds.

“Oh, come on, pretty bird,” Ollie huffs next to her. He puts a hand on her shoulder, and Dinah just manages not to shove him off. “Didn’t you tell me you got your start trying on your ma’s things?”

“That is my business,” Dinah intones. She ignores the heat rising to her own face. “I know for a fact that those were hidden, Sin. Did you pick the lock to the attic?”

“It isn’t just me!” Sin insists. “Lian did it, too!”

Lian sticks her chin up defiantly. The fabric slips from her hair and pools around her collarbone. “Uncle Ollie doesn’t care if I wear his things.”

“If you—“ Ollie starts. He leans past Dinah to look at Lian more closely. Then he sputters, indignant, and points an accusatory finger. “Hey now, little cat! That bow is an antique!”

Lian shrugs. The shameless expression on her face is every bit her father, and Dinah almost forgets to be mad at them both. “You need better locks.”

“Oh, do I? And who’s going to pay for those? Money doesn’t grow on trees, you know—“

Dinah rolls her eyes and cuts Ollie off with a hand. “Girls. This is your home, and we love to have you here.”

Sin preens. She ruffles the blonde hair with one hand to reveal her dark, sparkling eyes. Something about it is downright uncanny; Dinah had never anticipated anyone coming along to fill her shoes once she’s out of the business, and with her sister standing there in her old uniform, something in her heart aches.

But she presses on, anyway. “If I find you digging through my private things again, I will make you clean every single dish in the kitchen. By hand. In chili night. Understood?”

Lian shivers and sticks her tongue out in disgust. “Eugh.”

“Loud and clear,” Sin answers.

“And don’t scare me like that again. I was about ready to scream the house down.”

Ollie laughs under his breath. “Well, with my help—“

“Do not finish that sentence, Oliver Queen.”

Dinah does her best to ignore the way Sin and Lian are laughing again, both looking at each other out of the corners of their eyes.

It’s going to be a very, very long day.

[nokomento]

nooooo theres no way i totally forgot it was today and just put my WoL in a bnnuy suit

Happy Lunar New Year 2023 ₍ ᐢ.ˬ.ᐢ₎

[bigcats-birds-and-books]

Books of 2023. THE TEN THOUSAND DOORS OF JANUARY by Alix E. Harrow. Up next! Back on my Driscoll-adjacent reading vibes, to fuel the Driscoll-centric revising vibes (pictured in the background).

[tchaikovskaya]

an act of blatant discrimination for zoo tycoon not to be available on mac after all these years. repugnant.

[jacobglaser]

Uhhhh so where's everyone heading next? x

[wolfisblank]

First attack of the year! A Jimmy for @alligatorangel

[gandreida]

hheeeuuurrgghppbbtttt

[heavensenthale]

sharing is caring

Fandom: Teen Wolf Relationship: Lydia/Malia/Scott/Stiles/Kira Rating: General audiences Word count: 1.2k

Excerpt:

“Yes, you both look adorable, but can I please have my clothes back?” asks Scott, standing next to the closet where he couldn’t find a pair of sweatpants because he still hasn’t done laundry while one of his girlfriends stood on the other side of the room wearing his last clean pair.

Malia, who is only wearing a sports bra and Scott’s pants, doesn’t look sorry. “I’m going on a run,” she says as if that explains things. In a way, it does. Scott has a feeling Malia hasn’t done laundry either.

“What about my hoodie?” he asks in Lydia’s direction, giving her his best pout.

“This is Stiles’,” she replies.

“No, it’s not.” The hoodie in question has his name on the back, a leftover from his lacrosse days.

“Stiles was wearing it yesterday. It’s Stiles’,” she says with finality that doesn’t leave room for any discussion.

Read on AO3

[self-made-cages]

Guess what I got!!!!