#I am NOT

[samwilson-official]

Nothing

[hellfire--cult]

I'm not ashamed.

[baldursgate3tempobsessed]

You wanna know what I'm surprised I haven't seen more of? Bard Tavs serenading Astarion, or singing him to sleep with a lullaby composed just for him. I'm sure Astarion would eat up all that affection.

This is so cute omg. And also managed to be an actual drabble instead of a novel! As always cw for spoilers!

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Astarion woke with a start, his heart pounding in his chest as he frantically looked around. But he wasn't in Cazador's torture room. No, instead he was at the Elfsong, safe and sound in a private room. It had been another nightmare, a typical occurrence as of late.

Atarion had assumed that those would stop after the monster was dead, but they seemed to be more frequent than ever. It felt unfair. He had won. Cazador was dead, by his own hand. There was nothing left to fear. Well... that wasn't including the tadpole still trapped in his lover's skull, not to mention his own. And the Elder Brain. And the cult of Bhaal. But in all honesty, all of that felt so small now with his slave master disintegrated. If he could do what had felt impossible, what had been impossible, for centuries, why couldn't he accomplish the rest?

Astarion groaned as he sat up, realizing for the first time that he was alone in bed. But luckily enough you hadn't gone far. He turned to find you sitting on the window sill, illuminated by the moonlight as you scribbled away in your journal.

You glanced over at the sound of his shuffling, your brow furrowed, "Star? Why are you still awake?"

"I could ask you the same thing," Astarion sighed, the coldness of your side of the bed coming into full perspective. He would like that fixed sooner than later, "Now come back to me, it's cold."

You smiled, slipping down from your perch to join him in bed. Astarion wasn't quite sure when such simple actions would stop making him melt like an infatuated teenager. He was starting to think that it would never come to an end.

You laughed softly as he immediately wrapped his arms around you, cradling you against his chest, "You know how I love to sleep in fits and starts. But you don't exactly have the same excuse, do you? You look so tired lately."

Astarion frowned, loathing the fact that his lack of sleep had become so obvious. But then again, if anyone was going to be familiar with his night terrors, it would be you. He sighed, "Just nightmares. Nothing you haven't heard before."

You frowned, "That doesn't make them pleasant."

"No," Astarion laughed softly, "It doesn't. But now it's your turn. What were you up to in the middle of the night?"

"Just some writing. I've been working on a few things."

"Like what?" Astarion asked, sincerely curious. You were quite the talent as a bard, a fact that he was aware of before he fell in love with you.

"A new ballad mostly, with a lullaby on the side."

That sounded well within your wheel house, though this was the first time he'd heard of you writing a lullaby, "What inspired that?"

"You," You said simply, "But I know how you get when I'm all mushy, so I kept it to myself for now."

Astarion hadn't expected that, but that massive smile that broke out on his face at the news wasn't a surprise. He kissed the top of your head, still smiling to himself, "I don't recall ever saying I disliked you being a sickening romantic. Can I hear it?"

You looked up at him, surprised for some reason. Which was frankly silly. Who wouldn't want to hear a song written about them from the person they loved most? For once in his life Astarion was being the normal one here.

"You want me to sing to you?" You asked, sitting up in bed to smile down at him.

Astarion grinned back, "I wouldn't object to it."

"Well in that case..."

And then you started to sing. Astarion adored the sound of your voice, and apparently he loved it even more when you were singing about him.

Little star, so bright and fierce,

Beautiful with eyes that pierce,

But that's not all there is,

He's strong and swift with perfect lips to kiss, a humor that is only his,

Charming and witty, a wish come true,

If only the rest of the world knew.

Astarion wasn't quite sure when he fell asleep that night, but it was to the sound of your sweet, melodious voice and with a smile plastered to his face.

And for the first time in days, he didn't have a single nightmare.

[the-elder-polls]

how yall doin? im mad in traffic rn

[malthedreamer]

A little lonely eyes doodle that i did a while ago

Im working on art thingie with Martin and John but i don't know when it will be done tbh. It is much harder to draw digitally as it turns out haha

[rags-hexx]

[wolfythewitch]

KEEPS PACE WITH TRIPPING STEPS

[faunandfloraas]

Happy 6th Anniversary to SKZ!

25th of March, 2018.

[calqkey]

my sun and stars

[feathers-and-metal]

I swear I am not making this shit up—

I AM LAUGHING SO HARD i feel like loki is messing with my entire family in a good way

My sweet grandma made these eastern european snacks, a whole plate of them

I was sleeping in the meantime, she wanted to surprise me by placing them in my room

....ON LOKI'S ALTAR

[remremsies]

Do you guys ever feel like you might be a boy but then think that you’re way too feminine to ever be seen as a boy and it’s easier to just forget it but you can’t forget and you just keep thinking about it and that changing your whole ass gender would be way too much and would be too weird for anyone around you since you don’t seem like a trans guy and you would just make everything way too complicated and also being a boy is like a huge fucking fear of yours so you just decide to call yourself nonbinary/demigirl/gendefluid/etc to feel somewhat better about yourself but each day you feel less connected to your biological gender and you have been thinking about this for years BUT you’re also afraid that you’re mistaken and just confused and then you’ll regret it?

No? Just me? Uh.. okay..

I’ll use an edit of Cove crying to show that I’m crying

[electro-strike-zukka-time]

Sokka: From now on, we will be using code names. You can address me as Eagle One. Suki, code name: "Been There, Done That"

Suki: Fair

Sokka: Zuko is "Currently Doing That"

Zuko: Blushing intensifies

Sokka: Aang is "It Happened Once in a Dream"

Aang: Technically it was the spirit world

Sokka: Toph, code name: "If I Had To Pick a Dude"

Toph: And what's that supposed to mean Snoozles?

Sokka: Katara is... "Eagle Two"

Katara: Smart choice

[theodoradevlin]

Spring at Bridgerton Hogwarts. ALSO BROUGHT TO YOU BY @kiwiplaetzchen AGAIN

You owe her a dance.

[emmedoesntdomath]

tony, biting into an apple: oh, and make sure you don’t take any bread. ducks can’t digest it. 

peter, freezing with an entire loaf of bread in his hand, mouth dropping open in horror: what???

tony, utterly oblivious: yeah, it’s harmful to them

peter, eyes welling up in tears because he has been feeding these ducks SO MUCH BREAD: have I been k i l l i n g baby duckies

[aprillikesthings]

The cat in my house is named Mal, and he’s a sweet dumb orange boy, and I’m not allergic to him.

We don’t know why he doesn’t make the protein people like me are allergic to, though we also suspect he smelled “wrong” as a kitten and that’s why his mom abandoned him.

He’s not super affectionate with anyone but his person, which is not me. He does seem to like me, though; most of the time. And he’s very tolerant of my scooping him up to put my face in his fur—a thing I have never in my life been able to do with a cat without Suffering.

(I don’t know if I can express how much this means to me. When I realized he didn’t set off my allergies, the first time I put my face on him I nearly cried. He’s so soft. ;_;)

Anyway.

The problem is that now I’m in the habit of petting and picking up a cat every day.

And I have to remind myself not to do it to other cats!!!

My brother recently got a Maine Coon kitten. He is SUPER fluffy. And every time I see pics and videos I have to remind myself: you cannot put your face on him. Do not put your face on him. Do not cuddle the baby!!! Because even with my allergy meds I will be an itchy sneezing mess for HOURS!! And if you don’t have allergies—it’s not just that you’re sneezing. It’s that every time you sneeze, beforehand there’s a few seconds where it feels like you’re being stabbed in the sinuses. Every time. Also uncontrollable sneezing is just so unpleasant!!

But…he’s so fluffy….