#HE'S FUCKING COCKNEY

[da-millerrrrr]

therion needs one hundred thousand hugs and alfyn and primrose are here to give them

it was always the same dream

Therion had a nightmare that night. He had had the dream countless times, though the lead up to it was different every time, maybe a memory of them talking on a rooftop, or goofing off in their apartment, but it always ended the same.

with Darius driving a knife into Therion’s back.

therion never figured out why he did it. did someone make him do it? he hoped that was the reality, and not that Darius just got sick of him and decided to get rid of him for whatever reason.

the dream never lasted much longer after that, with the last thing therion hearing usually being darius’s grating laugh.

“-ion…”

“th…n”

“THERION!”

therion shot up in a cold sweat, startled awake by alfyn calling his name and primrose shaking him.

right… right. he nearly forget that alfyn was staying with them tonight. something about him wanting to ‘keep an eye on that wound’ or something like that.

“therion, you alright?” alfyn asked.

“yeah… yeah. I’m ok.�� therion shakily replied. he clearly wasn’t ok.

“do you want to talk about it?” asked primrose

“…not right now.”

that answer was apparently enough to stop alfyn and primrose’s questions, but not enough to leave him alone. alfyn and primrose both scooched under the covers, alfyn pulling him into a hug and primrose wrapping her arms around him from behind.

normally, therion would put up at least a little bit of a fight to this, especially with alfyn, but he was way too tired to do that at this point. plus, this didn’t feel… horrible.

it was kinda nice, actually. he felt… safe. alfyn’s slow back rubs and primrose’s hand running through his hair all but hastened therion’s fatigue, and he let out a shaky sigh before he drifted off.

it felt nice, knowing he had good friends.

ough,,, cuddle party,,

i imagine prim and alfyn fall asleep soon after therion and they all just lay there in theri's bed snoozing and cuddling

[whaliiwatching]

kaleidoscopic crush

[on-a-lucky-tide]

"Do you know what nemesis means? A righteous infliction of retribution manifested by an appropriate agent, personified in this case by an 'orrible cunt...

...me."

[saintofterror]

i want hobie brown so bad. i want him yall i WANT HIM IM GONNA TURN INTO A COLLECTOR JUST TO GET HIS COMICS WHERE DO I FUCKING START SOMEONE HELP

[overlyattachedto70s-sitcoms]

watched auto focus last night. why. did i do that to myself.

[skyburger]

i love reading things set in countries that i'm knowledgeable and/or have been to because i can point out really minor errors in fanfiction. i think the average american does not know that in england (and apparently some of asia! which i only just found out) there are switches on power outlets so you can just turn it off instead of unplugging it. like 9 times out of 10 that won't come up but on the off chance it does i'm like ohoho. this clown has never been to england...! my favorite part though is watching americans (specifically americans because i swear to god people who speak english as a second language and/or are from any other country have some idea of what it's like to have an accent / personally know people who have accents? idk) try to write british accents like it is REALLY funny. i literally only lived their for five years and i never picked up a full accent myself (certain words and tones i did but they're mostly gone after living in the states again for a few years) but between living there and having a ridiculous amount of family there & visiting them often (like once a year if im lucky) i like KNOW what british accents sound like. i think some americans genuinely dont even know theres more than one or two english accents i think some people think there's like posh english and chav english and nothing else. maybe scottish accent gets thrown in there if they remember the uk is not in fact just england. i would bet real money they've never heard a welsh accent. anyway my point is it's really funny watching people who don't know as much as i do write this stuff. like i see it and i understand how doctors read this and go Oh that is so medically inaccurate. i get them now. anyway i dont remember what my point here was but please know if you are attempting to write a british accent. reddit and youtube are your best friends if you don't have a british friend you can ask and also rest assured even if you do ONE google search. it will not be the worst attempt ive seen guaranteed

[heatobrienswife]

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[robotpussy]

everybody asking how hobie is so cool.... it's literally because he is black and from south london there is no other reason

[kakusu-shipping]

Finally finished Virtue's Last Reward and I... still can't... add K... to the F/O list......

[voxmilia]

i'm on the wiki page for l.es mis for Reasons and idk why it threw me so bad discovering n.ick j.onas apparently also played g.avroche once and that w.ill s.wenson played j.avert in the same run that c.aissie l.evy played f.antine????

[fantastic-mr-corvid]

third attempt at this post but: Cecio says innit when hes tired and Celia has an accent thicker than the thames is full of sewage and i may not be great in writing the differences but Cecio wields a 'propa' accent like a shield and when hes tired or angry or with someone he doesn't need to prove his intelligence his actual accent seeps through and Rametto speaks with a clear 9 year difference in slang reflecting the changing demographics of the neighborhood but still comes out with shit that Celia copied from her mums way of speaking that was a good 30+ years old and from another country and Conficcare slips between making wanky medical jokes in latin and cussing someone out for five [not so]straight minutes and Tesoro has a noticeable amount of military slang from his father as well as speaking older because of the guys that trained him to fight and Elena speaks proper in front of investors and clients but at home slips right back into spanish and her childhood accent comes back in full force when shes chatting on the phone with Tesoro no mater how many years its been since she set foot on those streets

[korraavaatu]

can I make a formal request that people stop trying to add accents into their dialogue? I have no idea what accent you're even trying to accomplish most of the time AND it (at least as I've seen it lately on here) is like a shorthand for "not white" (with the only exception being some fucking white southern gone with the wind bs...). If you want to get another culture to come across in your writing, try slang or common sayings. Nothing makes me think southern like "y'all" or "bless your heart" (good and fine). And nothing makes me think that the writer is lazy like adding an accent when what you actually mean is "person of color" (bad and racist) because--even though you're writing fanfic, the reader apparently can't figure out who's talking unless you add that shit in

[on-a-lucky-tide]

Talking to my stepdad about my bad experience with American tourists in Croatia and he referred to them as "septics" (as in septic tanks... yanks), and now I can't get a scene out of my head of Gaz calling Graves a "fuckin' septic" over Comms.

[ronmanmob]

In a manner resembling butterflies emerging from cocoons, seasonal decorations burst free from the rear of the storeroom, where they had hibernated for months within the confines of dust-laced cardboard squares. There were enough bauble-laden garlands to trim the bar, even if Tabby had needed to improvise with a bottle of nail polish to paint over where some of the reddest parts had chipped. The plastic branch mistletoe was similarly past its prime, but it polished up nice with a bit of cleaner and a toothbrush, leaving the faintest hint of pine as Tabby dangled it above the space between them. “Kisses on the cheek are totally European and chic, right?” Asking first, a question within a question, seeking permission before leaning over to leave some seasonal cheer upon Ron’s skin.

Christmas Kisses Meme

Pine scented cleaner and nail polished cracks be damned, it was the thought and the effort that counted and Ron, looking round Tab's bar in all its festive colours, couldn't fault the proprietress's efforts. It was his first Christmas State-side and he had wondered if, like the rest of America-land's dealings with public holidays, everything would be louder and brighter and bigger than London back home. Experience so far was leaning him toward a tentative yes, so it was lovely to see the more muted, homely efforts of smaller establishments like this one. They reminded him of home; of doing your best when your budget's a shoe string - not that Tabby's spot was struggling, mind.

She was leaning to him--

Looking round when his little pal spoke of European chicness, a faint grin curved the corners of Ron's lips. He made up for the expression's lack of volume with his voice, a chortle that had in it a jocular wheeze escaping as his arm moved out in welcome and he caught Tabby's peck upon his cheek.

"--Oh very continental" he enthused kindly, giving a similarly gentle affection right back. "Y'd not be ahat'a place in Paris, darlin'. Well chic. Tray-bon. Tray-bon."

[stevebabey]

As Steve had found, sleeping beside Eddie is perhaps the most fantastic nightmare-repellant out there.

It’s why it’s so surprising when Steve lurches out of his sleep, sudden and unexpected. He startles a bit, confusion muddling in his brain as it braces for the familiar wash of terror… that never comes.

Instead of feeling doused in cold water, gasping and aghast, there’s a grogginess moving through his veins— something else, besides a nightmare, has woken him up.

It takes him another second to realise it’s Eddie’s hand. Eddie’s hand on his face.

“Wuh?” Steve rasps out.

He blinks slowly, the ceiling bleeding into his field of vision. It’s still dark out, indicated by the faint amber glow of streetlights spilling through the slit in the curtains. As sleep trickles out of his system, confusion takes it place — what is Eddie’s hand doing on his face?

As if the thought summons the action, Eddie’s hand on his face shifts, splaying across his cheek with a soft slap. He pats Steve’s cheek once, twice.

“Gone skip to town, baby.” Eddie says loudly.

What? Steve feels his face screw up, brows drawn together as he tries to make sense what Eddie’s just said. Gone to what? He pushes the hand off his face and lifts his head, peering across the darkness to the other side of the bed.

“What?”

“The river rapids told ‘em.” Eddie says, making no sense.

Steve squints and, wait, holy shit, is Eddie still asleep? A grin sneaks onto his face and just to be sure, he leans across and waves his hand an inch above Eddie’s nose. Nothing, not even a twitch. Holy shit.

“Told them what?” Steve asks, shifting up on one elbow to see if Eddie will respond.

“Where to go.” Eddie says, matter-of-factly, his eyebrows raising and falling as he says.

Steve snorts, his head ducking forward to smother it, even though Eddie seems far from waking. In fact, he snuffles a bit and turns his head towards Steve, nosing into the pillow. Steve can see his feet wiggling beneath the covers.

“Who are you talking to?”

“Mmf,” Eddie mumbles into the pillow. “Muffin man.”

“The muffin man?”

“What’s it to ya?”

Steve guffaws at the sudden Cockney accent that’s taken over Eddie’s voice. It makes him laugh so much that, incidentally, it’s loud enough to wake the other up. Steve’s pressing his face into his pillow, silent laughter shaking his frame, when Eddie’s bleary “…Steve?” reaches his ears.

He can’t stop laughing, a funny sounding squawk coming out his throat the moment he tries to explain. Eddie takes it the wrong way, a hand on Steve’s shoulder in a moment, that soft hushing voice dipped in sleep. “Steve? Baby? Was it another one?”

Steve rolls his face out so Eddie can see his stupid smile, can hear his laughter escaping out into the quiet night. He sees Eddie freeze as realisation moves slowly through him.

“You’re… laughing?”

It’s said with a breath of relief and Eddie’s entire body relaxes a bit. He swipes his hand up Steve’s shoulder, thumbing gently at his neck. “What? What’s s’funny?”

“You—” Steve manages to wheeze out one word. “—Sleeptalking.”

The two words are instantaneous, Eddie’s entire frame flopping down back onto the bed, bursting into his own sleepy giggles. Apparently, this is not the first time someone’s had this conversation with him.

“You fucking slept-talked, man.” Steve continues, his laughter finally beginning to die down. He’s still grinning, especially at the mirrored mutual, but slightly embarrassed, joy on Eddie’s face.

“It only happens sometimes,” Eddie admits bashfully. He grins across the pillow at Steve, wiping at one of his eyes tiredly. “When I sleep real deep.”

He lets out a deep yawn as if to prove it and Steve can’t help but yawn too. Damn, he was having a really good sleep— still, he can’t be mad at being woken for this.

“What exactly I’d say?”

“Ah, just,” Steve considers the truth and then discards it for a lie. “Talkin’ about how much you love my ass.”

Eddie’s cheeks turn red enough that it can be seen even in the dim light of the nighttime. He groans and buries his face in the pillow for a moment, before digging it back out. He darts across the sheets, pressing a quick kiss to Steve’s shoulder.

“Well, it’s true.” He says, before turning over. His voice is a little muffled with his face turned away. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, if I get back to sleep quick enough, I’ll have the same dream.”

Steve’s sure he’s got that dopey smile on his face that labels him positively whipped. He snuggles closer anyways, hand crawling over the dip in Eddie’s waist to tuck in, his body pressing up flush behind Eddie’s, a pair of perfect spoons.

“I’ll let you get back to that then, baby.” Steve hums, planting his own kiss on Eddie’s shoulder. Sleep claims them both, Eddie first and Steve… much later. But, well, Steve figures he’s lost sleep over a lot of things worse than this.

—

saw sleeptalking (and walking) eddie in this piece by @dwobbitfromtheshire and i literally. i was thinking bout sleeptalking eddie all day like headcanon freaking accepted— that boy talks stupid shit in his sleep 🫶 hope it’s ok to tag u! i wanted to give u credit

[jakesangel]

flirting w jake ꣑୧

tw / suggestive ? just massive flirting n curses ><

jake IS a cockney bastard. he enjoys teasing you and seeing your reaction to him all flustered. your is his pretty pretty girl and his ego gets so bigger when he sees such beauty have such reactions just from his words.

everytime you'd get ready if font of him, he will tell you pretty words. but if he is in the mood, he will tease you. as you finish your makeup, and him being a good boyfriend by not interrupting you, is finally when he would come closer to you, leaving the door frame. my pretty girl, he would say coming behind you, hand on your waist. you'd think he would lean in to kiss your neck but he would come closer to your ear and whisper you're so breath taking baby as he would pull you close to him and so mine hmm. if he sees your reaction well according to his standards, he would go further into making you a shy mess, you like me whispering in your ear, don't you angel, finally kissing your ear, smirking in it. look in the mirror pretty girl, i want you to see how beautiful you are right now, he would add as you shy away. when you can finally look into the mirror, you will see jake's eyes already on yours, looking at you as if you're a his prey. his head would then go further into your neck and continue, look what you do to me, kiss, so fucking pretty for me, kiss, fuck you're so divine would be whispered as his kisses are scattered on your shoulders, nap n neck. when he's done kissing all the skin he can, he would finally go back to look at you, head on your shoulder, do you like what you see ? hed ask, his voice filled of desire, and as you nod, he would then turn you around, his hands on your lower back under your top, good girl, he'd whisper right above your lips, before diving in.

he also enjoys flirting claiming you in a group of setting. he would be looking at you, from afar not even caring to socialize, and seeing you so so pretty in front of others lowkey makes him jealous and needs to show off his pretty girl. he wouldn't mind coming over to you, and talk in his soft voice reserved for you, you're so pretty baby, did i tell you that today ?, as his hand would go on your lower back, his thumb robbing your skin. obviously, the both of you always get weird looks but as everyone knows how jake gets when he is with you, the atmosphere remains light. tho this is exactly what he is going for, he wants people to know that you, the most beautiful girl, is his and his only. he wouldn't back away even if you tell him that this isn't the time. can't i tell my pretty girl that she looks irresistible today ? he would answer you completely ignoring your protest and the circle leaving one by one, making you mad. come on baby, don't be mad. you're to pretty for that and they're not worth it, hmm ? he would grin as he comes in front of you, both of his hands on your waist. or you can keep looking at me that way, you look hot. and if you do stay mad, he would flirt but in a funny way, trying to break in your front, baby ? you look kinda ill, you must be lacking of vitamin ME, he'd say as he lowers himself to your height. no ? you're still mad ? alright then baby, but you're the one who asked for it, he'd warn you right before kissing you deeply, in the middle of the room, for the eyes of everyone to see. he wouldn't let you back away, holding on the side of your face, you're shy now ? it's your fault no ? i just wanted your attention but you wouldn't give it to me so i had to take it, no ?

notes : jake ໒꒰ྀི  𖦹  ̫ 𖦹  ꒱ྀི১

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