#I’m swamped

[heynhay]

Were you the person with the klance discord server?

[nomsfaultau]

I was hoping to get another MFR chapter out before the UN COP29 conference but it is not looking like it lads

[drawerbread]

happy pride month fellow gay ppl on my screen!! have some griddlehark (figure skating au)

[salamanding]

she tells you to bark (for testing purposes), wyd.

[count-skribula]

DD June 25

Reference under the cut

[seliasvault]

Comforting the Lieutenant

Simons been waking up every night. Jolted with a heart rate high enough to give him a heart attack for the past week, and it’s your fault.

Last week, on a high-stakes mission, you’d left cover to hit the enemy. You’d succeeded, of course, putting a bullet through every one of the soldiers in the window, but you’d disobeyed a direct order. If Simon hadn’t been so caught off guard, he would have wrung your neck right after you landed. Did you have a death wish?

Instead, he kept it in, shell-shocked with dreams of cradling your dead body, begging you to hold on. Even after his choppy slumber, there’s no respite, the image of your bloody body, holes through your chest burn his retinas, enough to drive any man insane.

And so he finds himself, after a particularly gruesome nightmare, at your door. It’s barely dawn, but he needs to see your face, feel the blood pumping through your veins. He knocks, loud, loud enough to startle you awake.

Walking to the door, stumbling slightly from sleep, you open it, hands rubbing at your eyes as you try to pry them open. Leaned against the door, to your shock is your Lieutenant.

“Lieutenant? It’s-“ You glance your head to the alarm clock that sits next to your bedside.

“It’s four in the morning,” you whine out, confused. You think he was trying to get you on your feet earlier for training.

While you appreciate every moment spent with him, and practically swoon whenever he’s near you, being woken up had the effect to wipe your silly crush out of the picture.

What your met with however are Simons wide eyes, still waking from his nightmare. His hair is tousled, messy from running his hand through it. Mask missing from his face. And while you’ve seen his face before, you’ve never seen it like this.

There’s something else, though. His chest is heaving and his breath is heavy, labored even.

With no response your sleepy brain takes him in, finally catching up he’s in his own pajamas, with a sleeveless shirt. That part surprises you, you’ve never seen him in anything casual.

“Are you okay?” You lean toward him, brows furrowed almost ready to catch him lest he fall. And he looks like he might.

His chest keeps rising, concern now blossoming within you. You take a full step forward, placing you hand on his chest, his heart rate hammering under your fingers.

“Hey, I-it’s okay-“ You move your other hand to rest on his bare shoulder, you’ve learned contact is the best way to steady someone.

“Lt I’m here with you, it’s alright, can you breathe with me?”

Simon had never been this vulnerable in front of someone, especially you. But you’re alive standing in front of him. He can feel the warmth of your skin seeping into his being. But he can’t help his thinking, the trail leading to everyone he’s lost. Can’t help the way his brain spirals, the way his post-nightmare fatigue has got him in a full blown panic.

Your soft voice pierces through the fog, like a beacon of light. He tries to focus, he tries to pull his head out of the water he's under.

With no other idea's you fall upon your only option.

“Simon.” You say for the first time, applying pressure to the hand on his chest, hoping to ground him.

“Simon, can you hear me?” You’ve never said his name before, only ever Lieutenant, Lt or some other lame nickname you and Soap come up with on the field. So you try it, hoping it doesn’t sound out of place, hoping you’d snap him out of wherever he was in his mind. You were familiar with the feeling.

The sound of his name ringing in his ears caught his attention. You’d never said it before, hell it had been a long time since anyone had. His breathing was starting to level out, the weight of your hand on his chest pulling him back to the ground from the ether.

His hand clasping your wrist, finger finding your pulse. Slowing his heart, now beating in tandem with yours.

You feel it, feel the sway of his chest slow, the thumps of his heart lessen.

You never in a million years imagined being in this position, your stoic shielded Lieutenant. Vulnerable in front of you.

“Are you okay? What happened?” You try after a beat, hoping he’s recovered enough to give you an answer.

His brain sobered, he felt out of place. But he didn’t want to let go of your wrist, he didn’t want your hand to leave his chest.

He didn’t know how to explain it, tell you that the fear of losing you had him so torn, ripped to shreds at every waking moment. It followed him in his slumber. So he went with the simplest answer.

“Nightmare.” He said softly, finally responding.

“You want to talk about it?” It was a far shot, knowing your Lieutenant. But you gave him the option anyway.

He mulled it over, he could tell you, but he felt perfectly content basking in your warmth.

He let out a breath, eyes darting to your lips, the cascading light from the hallway illuminating your face in the dark.

He yearned to pull you close, kiss you until you were engraved in his brain, promised to be alive and safe. He wanted to be selfish.

He wanted so many things but most of all, he wanted you.

And so he gave in, lips crashing into yours. He let himself be selfish, for once. Memorizing every detail, from the way you kissed back to the movements you made.

You felt tangible.

And although you’d never imagined your little crush on the Lieutenant to get you here, it wasn’t unwelcome.

[queen-scribbles]

Update: she’s trying to give me fic now. No. Go sit in the corner and wait your turn. XD

binge-play the new blueberry through DK

Take lots of screenshots

PROFIT

[crustycrackhead]

*Throws my swampcat brain rot at y’all*

Swampcat MorningKrem (Morning Frost x Kremy Lecroux)

I’m in literal rare pair hell man, no one understands me nor my freak. I’m gonna be the crazy one that draws them like crazy (draws them only once)

Clean Freak 4 Clean Freak, they both particular and shit okay?!?? SIGH, they would prolly even hold hands but to me… they can be silly (do taxes togther)

[no1boa]

kwon boa ☆

boa arena tour 2007

[frm9pm]

[the-three-whumpeteers]

The whumpee didn’t want to be treated as a pet, and they would try their best to fight back whenever the whumper got too close to them. Time slowly broke the whumpee down though, and as horrible as it made them feel, the whumpee would comply with the whumper some days, just to have more food or water for one night.

[kusanagihaku]

happy birthday mr hoshibami!! (و •̀ ᴗ•́ )و ☠︎︎ ⋆✴︎˚｡⋆

[viyprospektt]

personally i think these two are insufferable when they’re alone actually

@bubblehshrubbereh i couldn’t get the cuddle art to look good no matter what i did so i hope a kiss will suffice instead

[jjinpang]

[indigoreed1]

Everyone was so excited that Suzanne Collins revealed the origin of Katniss’ name in ABOSAS, that no one thought to raise an eyebrow at her being named after a swamp potato?

[ghost-bxrd]

Reading that bit about wounded/poisoned Dick turning up in Jason's new kingdom to try and bargain with his brother to spare Tim?

That...has the potential to be a GREAT reverse version of the usual fanfic trope of Bruce or Dick seeing Jason and thinking he is a ghost or a hallucination.

Jason, guilt ridden and horrified by what he did, expecting Bruce to turn up any minute with Bat and the army to avenge his 'real' son, not quite sure whether he will fight Bruce if it comes to that point given he's convinced he deserves what he gets now.

Dick, pale and gaunt, looking a bit like something that climbed out of a grave even to a more impartial observer, maybe a bit out of it from the poison and/or infected wounds.

Jason is seeing his brother's ghost haunting him, pleading with him to spare the kid, spare their dad...

I mean the illusion wouldn’t be able to hold up very long unless Dick finds a way to stay hidden from the dragons and all the other people.

But dang Jason would regret everything so much so quickly because he never wanted Dick to die in the first place. Not really. And now thinking he’s being haunted? For the sake of the Replacement? For the sake of Bruce? Ouch.