#I WAS ALMOST FALLING ASLEEP

[funeral-in-progress]

my mom left a glass of water (with salt) behind the entrance door and we live with two cats. you will never guess what happened.

[barghest-land]

drawings from paleo expedition to dagestan, done right on the trip. sometimes messy when it was cold and rainy, but i won't correct it. i think it's cool to leave it just the way it was done, and not retouch it after. there will be more drawings later, but those will be done from home

[palskippah]

I LOVE BROPPY

*gives them babies*

[chimckenns]

Morning cuddle hcs!

David ver.

Angel usually sleeps either on top of David - their head on his chest with one arm around his side, or as the little spoon with David hugging them from behind. They need to be touching each other in some way while sleeping, otherwise neither of them would sleep well.

David would always wake up first - he’s an early riser, much to Angel’s chagrin. He would tighten his grip on Angel, burying his nose in their hair as he took a few deep breaths. He treasures the morning stillness. He’d stroke their hair for a few minutes before waking them up with soft kisses all over their face. Angel would stir and open their eyes to David’s warm smile. He’d kiss them on the lips with a low “good morning, Angel”, and Angel would grin at the way they can feel his chest rumble as he spoke. They’d bury their face in his chest and snuggle for a bit as well.

On days where Angel fell asleep on top of David, David would simply wrap his arms around them and sit up. Due to their height difference, it was easy for him to just sit up while they were still on him. Angel would whine and protest, saying it’s too early, and he’d let out a chuckle, kissing their cheek and rubbing their back for a little bit as they buried their face in the crook of his neck.

Sometimes he’d just keep Angel on him and fully stand up, holding them up like a koala as he walked them to the kitchen to start their day.

On weekends he’d allow himself to stay in bed for longer. He’d still wake up first though and use this time to watch Angel as they slept, gently moving a stray strand of hair out of their face. He loves these mornings. Again, he’d softly kiss Angel awake and they’d talk for a little bit as they start really waking up. When they’d be ready to get out of bed, he’d roll on top of them, propping himself up on his elbows, and take his time to kiss their lips and cheek some more. Angel would have their arms wrapped around his neck. After one last kiss on their forehead, they’d both get out of bed and enjoy the weekend ahead of them <3

[guardian-angle22]

911 lone star -> 5.05 tarlos counseling scene pt. 2

[simplydnp]

The Dan in the Shrek shirt and hat is giving “we were being silly and soft still in our pjs in the hotel room” vibes like he looks like he just woke up 😭🥺

lightly tousled for sure. a lil squinty a little flirty a little ruffled. definitely part of how they recovered from jet lag

[lover-of-mine]

911 Hiatus Rewatch and Parallels:

6x09 “Red Flag” -> 6x12 “Recovery” -> 6x15 “Death and Taxes”

[shorthaltsjester]

having thoughts and feelings about perc’ahlia and their could-be-but-would-never-allow-the-other-to-destroy-themselves-enough-to-actually-become-the-briarwoods parallel/foilism. particularly with vex and delilah and potential places this season might go but also just vex’s “it’s like i’m a bad omen” and the fact that like. vex has full awareness of her feelings for percy and alludes to them to him. but then after she has sex with him it is so so compelling to me that vex is like. this is all i can have with him and i’ll take just this even if maybe it’s flying too close to the sun. and something something the shot of delilah embracing sylas after she’s brought him back, looking over his shoulder into a mirror where it looks like she isn’t holding anything at all and just . god. the like oppositional threads of delilah refusing to lose sylas and holding on tight at any cost and vex holding herself so far from percy to deny the pain that would come with losing/hurting him and the like. venn diagram cross over of something is lost anyway.

[dailybill-cipher]

[222] Does Bill look a bit different to you?

[blitzwhore]

And concerning the "no matter what in this world i could give" line from LMW. Stolas has literally NOTHING left to give now, and NOW is the time Blitz starts letting himself love Stolas.

“I’m sorry,” Stolas murmurs one night as Blitzø sets a bowl of soup in front of him at the table. “I… I don’t know how I can ever repay you for taking me in. For everything you’re doing for me. I have nothing left to give. I’m… I’m really sorry, Blitzø.”

“What—” Blitzø blinks, setting his own bowl at his side of the table and watching Stolas carefully. “Stolas, what in hell makes you think you have to repay me?”

Stolas just shrugs, averting his gaze when Blitzø sits down in front of him.

But Blitzø doesn’t let it slide, instead stretching out a leg to rub his foot against Stolas’.

“Hey,” he says lowly, and waits until Stolas chances a glance up at him to add, “I’m glad to have you here. You know that, right?”

Stolas’ eyes widen a bit, so easy to read now that his pupils are always visible.

When Stolas doesn't say anything, Blitzø gulps. His voice breaks just slightly when he says a small, “I… I’ve really missed you. Since… You know.” He bites his lip. “I really thought I’d lost you. And then at court… When I realized what you were doing—realized I hadn’t lost you, but I was about to, I…”

And then he can’t continue, suddenly choked up by unexpected tears.

He breathes past the worst of it, but a single tear slips out as he softly admits that, “I don’t ever want to lose you again.”

“You… missed me?” Stolas asks, voice so low, as if he barely dares to believe what he’s just heard.

“So fucking much,” Blitzø says with a little, choked-up laugh. “You have no idea.” He takes a sip of his soup, just on the edge of being too hot to drink. “All those things you said at the party… I don’t know if you even remember, you were wasted as shit, but…”

Stolas nods slightly. “I… have some recollection of it, yes.” He blushes. “Sorry about that. I must’ve been quite the unbecoming sight.”

“No, I—” Blitzø sighs. Breathes in slowly, and says what he’s been too afraid to say for far too long. “Stolas, I care. I care if you stay or go.” He bites his lip. “You said you wanted someone to look at you, a-and think—you’re the only one I want. And I couldn’t help but look at you and feel… Well.” He doesn’t try to hold back the sheepish smile that tugs at his lips. “That.”

He’s pretty sure Stolas is about to cry, his hand shaking slightly where it’s resting on the table by his spoon.

“I—” Stolas’ voice breaks. He tries again, voice tiny. “I didn’t mean just anyone when I… said those things.”

And then he’s looking Blitzø right in the eyes, his ankle pressing against Blitzø’s with a nervous urgency, like he needs Blitzø to understand.

And he does understand. He hadn’t then, but he does now.

He reaches out and rests his hand on top of Stolas’, because it won’t stop shaking and he really needs Stolas to know everything is okay.

“I know,” he says softly as Stolas twines their fingers together. “And I want to be with you. And hold you. And do all those things you mentioned. I... I wanted to hold you that night too, but I just—I was so sure you’d be better off without me,” he softly admits.

“Never,” Stolas says, no trace of hesitation in his voice. “I could never be better off without you.”

And then they’re both smiling, and Blitzø is pretty sure that’s another tear sliding down his cheek. But it’s okay, because Stolas is tearing up, too, and maybe that’s just what they both need. A little, cathartic cry and some warm soup to go with it.

"The feeling is mutual, birdie," Blitzø murmurs, then wipes the wetness from his cheek. He gives Stolas’ hand a squeeze before letting go. “Now come on, eat. Don’t want your soup to go cold.”

Stolas takes a sip, and Blitzø does the same, warmth spreading in his chest like soft balm. A warmth that has just as much to do with the soup as it does with Stolas. With his smile, his ruffled feathers; with the vulnerability and the love in his eyes. And with the way their ankles stay pressed together under the table as they eat in silence, soft but firm, tentative yet certain.

They've got each other now.

No matter what comes their way, they're going to be okay.

(On AO3)

[tonythmfb]

I used to think how insane it was that Salem called an entire staff meeting about Sydney, who is doing his job fine and just could maybe use some emotional support, while there is an entire counselor, by the name of Soren Baltimore, that is actively trying to kill all the campers and staff.

Then I remembered all the times I’ve worked jobs where my coworkers have all turned a blind eye to someone who poses a legitimate safety concern in favor of ceaselessly complaining about someone who does their job fine but is maybe mildly annoying.

[somewhereincairparavel]

can someone confirm to me whether it's canon that leo built some sort of lightning absorption tool in jason's cabin in the argo ii because jason started electroucuting things in his sleep when he got nightmares? I could've sworn I read about it somewhere and even saw like an art related to it a long time ago but I can't find it anymore and now I'm losing my mind over this because I don't even know if this is canon (about leo building that thing AND about jason sparking in his nightmares) or I just read someone's headcanon about it (along with the art) and it somehow morphed into my brain thinking it was canon

[circusballoon]

Drew this to celebrate @nattravn-art's birthday!! <3

HAPPY BIRTHDAAAY NAATTT

[ganondoodle]

(Original art) Xaror, any pronouns, species (?), age (?)

short summary about them; they act as both an antagonist and an ally since they are only really interested in what they want or whats fun to them, they are immortal and call themselves 'death itself' since they have a special connection to souls (being the only one able to communicate with them) and the ability to seperate souls from their bodies in such a way that nothing can harm the soul afterwards their main goal is to .. bother and disturb the 'celestials'*, which they hate, as much as they can, breaking into their palace, freeing prisoners, destroying research, destroying the place, and most importantly, making as many souls unusable to them as possible-

they dont want to destroy the celestials though, they cant fight them anyway and this game of doing 'good' only with the goal of annoying them is their most treasured activity, so Xaror doesnt intend to stop them from killing or hurting anyone, only from harvesting what they are actually after (though Xaror doesnt actually care as little as they think they do about people, and has a soft spot for demons)

most of their appearance is later into the story; Zaphira (the empress) had been in coma and the medical facility she was treated in was destroyed by Shargon (orange eyed demon who acts as her bodyguard for the first part) in an attempt to save her from her estranged relatives taking over her country after they heard of her decline in health, she is believed dead but washes up on the shore of the mountain Xaror resides at years later (it has a reason, too much to write here) and they slowly nurse her back to health, the reason they give for it is that they found their first encounter very fun, thats all (is it?)

(more lore under the cut bc this is already so long .. im trying to keep it short q-q ......... this is stuff i have been working on since i was a kid so uh, some things might be cheesy but i cant change them anymore ..)

just to get some basics out of the way; theres three worlds, the celestials palace, human world and demon world, each are their own planet connected via different gateways

*celestials (possibly not final name, loosely based on angels) are the last remaining "survivors" of their planets demise, when their world died the most powerful among them cannibalized the weaker to sustain themselves until there were only less than 10 left, who each turned into different beings from it and dont resemble their own people much anymore, they built a palace from what was left on their world that protects them from space as its atmosphere collapsed shortly after- however they still needed something to live off; they discover the human world and are delighted to find rather short lived people with powerful souls, the best kind of sustenance for them (now), they aim to herd them like cattle, but a problem arose when it turned out another world has long been in contact with the human world; demons

demons are semi immortal creatures that act as protectors for their world, protection they extended, more or less secretely, to the human world ensuring them a long and secure life- the celestials need them to die at their whim though (demons are few in numbers, hard to kill and rarely have offspring, not an ideal target); as they worked out a plan on how to get rid of demons one of the celestials, Xanthriel (time) grew somewhat fond of people as they spent alot of time in the human world to observe and research them; in the end turning on their own completely, but losing the fight against Uriel (knowledge)

Xanthriel was supposed to be executed for their betrayal, but it doesnt work, instead they are splintered into many parts after a lot of struggle, most body, memory and most strength is one part (ending up as motionless forever bleeding corpse kept locked up in the palace), the rest is some time later gathered together and reforms as a seperate, weak mockery of them, they embody Xanthriels emotion- Xaror, without memory, strangely cut to pieces (hence all the missing limbs and broken halo) but driven by an unstoppable desire to disturb the celestials (they live seperate long enough to each become their own person, at some point Xaror discovers Xanthriels body after all and they merge back together, though as they are now two, Xanthriel only takes over once directly after merging, stays silent for a long time and lets Xaror be themselves, only later revealing that they are there at all .. hiding perhaps- i rarely have specific ideas for voices, but Xanthriels is like, like coarse rocks being violently rubbed against each other, less voice more noise)

(also, the celestials use Xanthriels blood from the day of their execution to create a plague that nearly wipes out all demons, only the youngest of them survived, effectively robbing them of everything, culture, history, knowledge etc- as demons rarely have children, like a complete restart of their society, they disappeared from the human world, and over time being largely forgotten as actually existing- the celestials wanted them all gone however, so they kept kidnapping them to try and find somethign that would work similarly against the young ones too (and then in general, bc the only usable blood of Xanthriel was from the day of their fall, and that has long since been used up) one of the young ones was Shargon, he was the only one still alive from his group

(also, the celestials use Xanthriels blood from the day of their execution to create a plague that nearly wipes out all demons, only the youngest of them survived, effectively robbing them of everything, culture, history, knowledge etc- as demons rarely have children, like a complete restart of their society, they disappeared from the human world, and over time being largely forgotten as actually existing- the celestials wanted them all gone however, so they kept kidnapping them to try and find somethign that would work similarly against the young ones too (and then in general, bc the only usable blood of Xanthriel was from the day of their fall, and that has long since been used up) one of the young ones was Shargon, he was the only one still alive from his group (he wasnt the strongest or special, he was jsut the last in the row and always got the lowest dosage) when Xaror found them in yet another break in into the palace and got him back to the demon world .. where he was promptly blamed for the others that were taken and treated like a pretender/fake/spy bc what he got put through changed his eye color (something that demons cannot change in any form) to one that does not exist among 'real' demons (orange ... notice the inner color of Xarors broken halo? :) ), some even suggesting killing him, but none of them were brave enough to do it (they were all kids still) .. except Eadrya (the big blue-ish one, largely regarded as the strongest demon alive) but Shargon managed to escape, and since then lived largely in isolation- this is part of why he is so hated, and why he starts to spend so much time in the human world after rediscovering the pathway there)

[justaboot]

A good chunk of Los Angeles is going up in smoke, and we’re once again (for the second time in a month) packed and awaiting evacuation orders. No power, no cell service, wind up to 80 mph fueling the fires with no chance of slowing down until Thursday. They pulled all air support because of the wind, and we’re just getting emails saying nothing can be done at the moment.

My bar went down in a blaze of glory. so if anyone’s looking to hire a bartender, I’m suddenly available 👍 lmao I can doxx my workplace bc it literally no longer exists lol Fr though I’m devastated, I’ve never loved a job more than that bar, rip a legend, I listen to the dt server like a podcast from that green awning :(

Now we just sit and wait. :(

[aleki-lives-here]

If I do end up writing murderbot fanfic, it'll probably include some nasty taking over control virus that will not be conveniently stopped before it can actually start acting. The way murderbot was absolutely terrified when faced with that alien shit in Network Effect was absolutely delicious. I need that, but ten times worse and also painfully drawn out.

It would miss the moment it got into its system for "trying to save humans no time to waste" reasons, and by the time it had a chance to get a diagnostic it would have already hidden itself. By the time it noticed something was off, it would already have enough control to stop it from doing something about that. Maybe changing the memory files so that it struggles to keep track of it, and maybe directly stopping its body from cooperating.

A scene that came to me had Murderbot try and tell Mensah about the virus and have the output be cancelled (perhaps before it got to that point it would have noticed a slight delay in the reaction time, which would definitely be hella concerning), just completely being unable to notify others that there is a problem. Except that they have those code words with Mensah and so it does tell her that something is really really fucking wrong, but can't elaborate. Now everyone is worried, and it is struggling to fight off the virus that has had enough time to prepare to really not make it easy.

Anyway, ideally it all escalates despite everyone's attempts to figure out what the fuck -- Murderbot's diagnostic tools are fucked from the inside and humans have better luck at noticing the problem but can't really help much. The perfect culmination would be total control. Murderbot just being completely trapped into its own body, forced to do something it doesn't like or even just stand still (no access to media if you want to turn it into an especially excruciating torture). Tho turning its control completely is a waste of its talents. Maybe the virus could just get the governor module back online, but completely under its control, so Murderbot can enjoy being electrocuted some more.

Gods I just love to torture my favorite characters. If I end up writing a fanfic, it would be this kind of terrible no good scenario