#Ice wants to quit

[nyree2712]

Top Gun - Incorrect Quotes 89

Mav: Rules are made to be broken.

Ice: They were made to be followed. Nothing is made to be broken

Sli: Well Ice, you can break a piñata

Goose: Glow sticks

Wood: Karate boards.

Wolf: Spaghetti when you have a small pot

Mav: R U L E S

Ice:

[nobluesea]

A blow straight through the heart.

Fic so good it ended me my art slump

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[bacchuschucklefuck]

space sweepers but they're delivery people and are at no point on screen through the entire movie

[the-artist-grimm]

Forneus should bench-press Narinder

Vessel #7 was an interesting disciple. She came in with a strong sense of justice and a desire to help, yet in the same vein could be overtly informal and overzealous-namely in her over-confidence in flirting with anyone, from her cultists to enemies to Death himself. Despite his lack of interest and repeated attempts at telling her to cease fooling around, she continued taunting him till the day she abdicated the crown.

She got under his skin in a way others hadn't, and while at the time he'd loathed it, once she was gone, he found himself missing her sound. Her deaths were rare as was her company, but even so, most vessels didn't bother trying to converse as much as she did, and while he could've done without the flirts, it was almost enjoyable at times, when she dropped the flirting that is.

[bastardofharrenhal]

being a jaime defender is difficult bc on one hand hes hot and sexy and clever and complex and depressed and my special pretty boy knight kingslayer but on the other hand he also has sex with his sister-lover in a sept by the corpse of his nephew-son right after he learns that his beloved brother might've been the killer

[graviconscientia]

There's a few more hiding elsewhere, but I think these look rather pretty. 🩵🤍🐉

[viperwhispered]

Too Little

Part three of Jamil (not) dealing with feels here we go. Jamil x reader, Jamil’s pov Previous parts: part one, part two

This was stupid.

Here he was, rolling around in bed, unable to sleep because thoughts of you filled his mind.

It had been futile of Jamil to think that he could simply brush your presence aside, that he could treat you like just another schoolmate and not let you consume his mind. 

Not when every quiet moment had him reach for his phone in hopes of a new message from you.

Not when you kept on finding new ways to make his heart skip a beat every time he saw you.

Not when he missed you more acutely every time you weren’t there.

So, despite his best efforts, his mind treaded those same paths, time and again, occupied by all the parts of you. Your expressions, your mannerisms, your words, every single detail committed to his memory and played over and over.

He suspected that at this point he’d be able to recreate most of your expressions just from memory. Your voice, too, playing so clearly in his mind.

Not to even mention those oh so tantalizing what ifs, supplying him with even sweeter temptations than the confines of reality and memory could provide.

What it would feel like to touch you, to hold you, to kiss you, to-

No. No no no. He would not go there.

Jamil could feel the heat burning in his cheeks and he rolled over, groaning into his pillow.

This was ridiculous. Absolutely preposterous.

Yet, there was no getting out of it.

He wanted you.

He wanted more of you, so much more than what he had.

Because each taste of you left him craving more, each glimpse made him want to uncover everything there was to you.

Even the parts you might consider ugly, as sappy as that was.

What kind of people did you like, anyway?

Charming? Intelligent? Funny?

Rich and influential? 

Did you even like guys? Or relationships in general?

Just the thought - relationship - made Jamil's cheeks burn even brighter, made his legs twitch under the covers.

Yet, somehow, it did not sound so bad.

To have you.

To be yours.

To know and be known.

He huffed and turned over onto his back.

As if his duties left room for something for himself, left enough of him to share with someone like that.

And would you like what you saw in him, anyway?

Yet, his excuses were beginning to sound more and more hollow.

After all, he was nothing if not resourceful, and so far you’d shown no signs of shying away, even as you dug your way deeper.

Jamil stared at the canopy over his bed with unseeing eyes.

He’d have to do something about this.

Because if he didn’t, he might just lose his mind.

But was the alternative any better? Could he even handle it? The full force of you, if - and it was a big if - you were to accept him.

Even now, when you looked at him in that particular way of yours… He never could hold your eyes for long when that happened. The softness and the warmth he saw were far too overwhelming, always forcing him to turn away lest he made a complete fool of himself.

If he were to have that, with the full force of affection intention behind it… How could he even bear it?

Like the other day… You’d found Jamil in the middle of his chores and dragged him away, his to-do list crumbling when you grabbed his hand and led him outside.

He was all too aware of how his protests had been half-hearted at best. How your sudden appearance, your touch had shut down every sensible part of him, leaving him unpleasantly raw.

And by the time he’d gathered himself, nearly convinced himself he had other things he should be doing instead, you were sharing ice creams outside Sam’s, to celebrate the first warm day of the year.

As if it wasn’t warm in Scarabia year round.

As if he hadn’t been too preoccupied by your happiness and enthusiasm to bring himself to heel.

Sometimes, it was all he could do not to be swept away by you, barely keeping his head above the surface.

So, what choice did he have but to act?

You’d made a home in his heart already, whether he asked for it or not.

All he could do was take control of what he could.

Eta: you can find part 4 here and part 5 / the final part here. Oh dear I'm starting to get tempted to write this from the reader's pov as well. Or maybe I'll just have to ramble about the thought process behind this at some point to get that out of my system. I also considered going to a more horny direction with this but decided to go with this kind of yearning in the end. But, if the horny version is of interest for y'all, maybe I can do that as an alternative / supplementary thing to this series, or some sort of a standalone at some point. Hope y'all enjoyed! One or two more parts are still to come. Tag list: @colliope @crystallizsch @diodellet @jamilsimpno69 @jamilvapologist @mazapanmiau @perilous-pasta @twstgo If you'd like to be tagged for any future works, do let me know! Also feel free to specify if you only want tags for particular kinds of works (like sfw/nsfw for example).

[skretri]

Meet Argus & Simon (Icely) !!!!

[septimusmoonlight]

You doing ok?

hi

[anghraine]

Speaking of "The City on the Edge of Forever," I've been thinking about how my femslash Spirk AU winds out through the canon TOS episodes, interacts with gender expectations of the show, etc, and am mentally organizing episodes by how drastically affected they'd be.

I'm also thinking of S'paak hiding her ears beneath a beanie in 1930 :P

[homoqueerjewhobbit]

Actually, the best part of being a "chosen one" is you don't have to send in a resume and write a coverletter. A magical scroll or mysterious stranger or flock of ravens just show up and give it to you.

[ranticore]

what would be the outcome/repercussions be if a regular pen/cob challenged and killed the king of their flock without/before becoming a king themself?

it happens a lot already! if a king isn't doing a good job at defending the flock and providing an appearance of prosperity and there's no upcoming king vying to replace him, the regular flock will kick that mfer out and not even look back (outright killing a yielding enemy is actually very rare - Thunder Strike's killing of another king was a freak accident and considered a bit of a warning sign of an unstable king. this might contradict stuff i've already written but whatever. its all cultural).

it's usually a group effort by the rest of the flock to depose a king and the outgoing king is expected to take it on the chin and leave without fuss but it's rarely so easy. ego and feelings get in the way and a king who feels that he's being unfairly attacked (which IS sometimes the case!! you can do everything right and still some people will hate you) will fight back, though once the tides have turned against him he knows he won't win anyone back. better to fly off and try to win his way into another eyrie or flock.

one-on-one battles between a cob/pen/tiercel and a king are not common not just because kings are physically much stronger, but because popular support is usually needed to get rid of that king. if it's just one person kicking up a fuss about a king that everyone else seems to like, they're likely to face a lot of push-back from their peers and the king might start to view them as a potential rival and try to kick them out first. so if this fight is spearheaded by one person, it's in their best interests to first speak to the rest of the eyrie and make an argument for their cause.

if someone feels that they ARE about to turn into a king themselves, it's a good idea to get that support first because in a small eyrie (as most are) as becoming a king gives you a window of a few months before the inevitable outcome - either the existing king kills or exiles you, or you kill or exile him. in either case you want friends to have your back (or at least believe that you might do a better job... if they don't think you'd do a better job, you're in trouble)

[safifonhasstrel]

The Eras - Dany's Version

[moonchild-in-blue]

Oh mother, tell your children Not to do what I have done Spend your lives in sin and misery In the house of The Rising Sun

[fatedroses]

Tsu cannot deny her lizard instincts to crawl onto the warmest spot she could find and take a nap there.

[supraxstcllas]

@sinshosted liked for a starter!

The streets on either side of Radical Highway helped him keep G.U.N forces at bay, hover shoes cutting through the air as he dodged missiles and other ordinance shot his way. taking out a G.U.N robot, he was surprised to find someone hiding behind some crates. probably taking shelter from the military onslaught that had been rained on the city the moment he'd stolen the chaos emerald.

brows furrow as he gets closer, taking the chaos drive dropped by the robot and tucking it in his quills for the moment, " Who's there? " he states firmly, still hovering a foot off the ground,

" You really shouldn't be here, G.U.N doesn't discriminate between targets and civilians."