#I am NOT

[sora-fish]

Specter gave a little awkward half wave before walking over and doing his thing. All of Demerits questions, specter thought way too hard about. How to tell them that ‘yes I beat you up’ and ‘yes I dragged you to my house afterwards’, that’s creepy!! He couldn’t tell them that!! It was scary enough discovering your best friend was the person you were fighting!! Specter laughed a bit, making sure too only look at the injuries he wrapped and not at their eyes. “I- I dragged you here? I heard your voice vaguely while I was exploring abandoned buildings and I found you on the ground. I’m glad I did cause you looked really fucked up man..”

Specter ripped some bandages with his teeth before very carefully taking care of their tail, the most mangled part of them— it’s the very shakey hands as he does this, almost worried he’ll mess up and forever fuck up Demerits tail somehow?? Whatever it was, he hummed slightly while taking care of them. Specter cringed slightly as the fact they had seen the wraps, hoping they would be less obvious with his hoodie butttt no. Instead he shrugged and tried to find some half ass response “I tripped in the rubble, it really isn’t that bad- not as bad as yours anyways”

Pastry defenders angst posting on your inbox because we made this au

But Mark being devastated finding out Ashe knows his secret and it's his own fault.

That or

William and Vyncent's fucked vigilante vs vigilante relationship

Xor you cannot drop this in my inbox on a Saturday evening I’ll CRY.

..butttttt, I’m listening 😈. NO WAIT CAUSE LIKE NOW YOU GOT ME THINKING. Mark and Ashe make me so sad and and fucking ghostknife man UGGGHHHHH, bro throw whatever at me man, you got me thinking and pondering :333

[hellfire--cult]

I'm not ashamed.

[silhouette-cosplay]

@sennedjem (left) and I (right) are gonna be so insufferable at Fan Expo Boston in a few weeks 😂

[faunandfloraas]

"This is so good. This is the killing part." Behind the recording of "I Am Not", 2018.

[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!

~

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.

[walnutmistjamie]

@smallscreensource TV appreciation week: Day 1: Favourite Character — Jamie Tartt (Ted Lasso)

[anonfromtheflight]

Watching season 3 while I'm doing some work and omg how did we all survive these two???

Also, Simon reaching a whole new level of gorgeousness in S3? Absolutely!

[swedenis-h]

Good night!

[rags-hexx]

[wolfythewitch]

KEEPS PACE WITH TRIPPING STEPS

[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

[aurumacadicus]

Send a number? Ok! How about 18? Or 35 if that one has been asked already

Steve stared down at his hands, rubbing his thumb over the wedding ring around his finger. Tony was sat across the table from him, face impassive. The counselor they were seeing had stepped out for a moment, apparently a 'couple in crisis' on the phone that she needed to calm immediately. Steve wished she would come back. Wished he and Tony were in crisis. Anything other than this, betraying and feeling betrayed with a table between them and nothing to stay.

"Were you ever going to tell me?" Tony asked, voice quiet, eyes dropping to the surface of the table.

Steve sucked in a sharp breath, grinding his teeth. "We shouldn't talk without the counselor here."

"You let me talk about our life together that included kids for weeks and just now you dropped that you don't like children?" Tony hissed, eyes darting back up to him, full of fire and brimstone.

"It's for the act," Steve tried, but even as he said it, he knew that Tony didn't believe it. He didn't believe it, either.

"I thought I'd be a good dad," Tony said, and he sounded so defeated, it broke Steve's heart.

He couldn't look at him anymore. He looked back down at the ring on his finger instead and immediately regretted it. It just made him feel worse. "You will be a good dad, Tony."

"So, what, you'll choke down your distaste for children for me?" Tony asked, and there was a hint of steel in his voice now. "I've lived with that as the kid, Steve. It wasn't healthy for anyone."

Steve jerked his head up, tears filling his eyes. "Tony, I didn't say I don't like children. I said I'm scared. And if you were as smart as you always say you are, you'd be scared too." Tony opened his mouth, offended, but Steve plowed over him, biting out, "I broke three doorknobs this week. Doorknobs. I keep imagining a baby in my hands--" He spread his hands on the table, palms up, and was ashamed to find them shaking. "--and babies are so delicate, Tony, I. What if. What if I--"

Tony reached out to cover his hands with his own. "You never hurt me," he told him gently.

"I don't want to even accidentally hurt a baby, Tony," Steve whispered.

The hurt had faded from Tony's face. Resignation didn't look any better on him. "Who would adopt to us anyway?" he asked, and the humor he'd tried to inject into his tone didn't work. "We're not even here in good faith. How could we make sure they were never in danger?"

"Thor said Amora wouldn't be able to manipulate us like she had the other couples," Steve reminded him half-heartedly. "We wouldn't bring them on missions."

"Maybe I can just be a really good uncle," Tony sighed, as if there was nothing to argue about anymore, drawing his hands back into his lap.

This was why he hadn't wanted to tell Tony, Steve thought, watching him carefully tuck the idea of children into a little box and hide it away as if he didn't still desperately want it. Tony was too accommodating. He was already making up reasons he couldn't have a child so Steve couldn't take any of the blame for it.

Steve picked up the table and threw it at the counselor when she tried to come back in, and Amora caught it with a sparking-green hand. This wasn't a conversation he was going to have in front of an enemy, and throwing punches at her would help him work out all his jittery nerves. He wanted the calm after battle to be able to get his thoughts in order and really hash this out.

Even if they decided they didn't want kids after, it was going to be a mutual decision, not Tony simply taking it off the table and believing he was wrong for wanting them.

[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

[faunandfloraas]

Happy 6th Anniversary to SKZ!

25th of March, 2018.