#More likely than you'd think

[hyacinths-heart]

after the visit

[lushwithrats]

Even as I see him smiling, I look down on his face with grief

I am mourning the child he once was.

[sidsledge]

^_^

[thistableforone]

Sergio Castellitto as Vincenzo in A bookshop in Paris (2021), dir. Sergio Castellitto

[lunarriviera]

do you ever think about how there’s absolutely no narrative reason for Chen Fei to be there during the NPC confrontation scene? like he serves zero functional plot-related purpose, other than to be astonished by Lin Qiushi’s accusation, and then even more floored when Ruan Nanzhu unhesitatingly agrees—so why is he there?

honestly? I think it is entirely because if there weren’t someone there, they’d have their tongues down each other’s throats, right about the point where Nanzhu turns around with tears standing in his eyes and makes his wrenching little speech ending in how he has no future without Qiushi and he now knows what love means. it’s Sedgwick’s homosocial triangle, except in this case Nanzhu’s old friend-with-benefits* is the conduit/mediator. very smart, writers. someone has to cockblock these two so it doesn't turn into a torrid love confession.

*(yes that’s just my headcanon but I believe it with my whole heart)

[animalceramics]

Fic update: Holy Trinity

Now complete!!

Excerpt:

Armand often seems to enjoy something in his mouth when he’s in this very relaxed, very comfortable mood. Or rather when they’re in one together. Intimate and close.

He does it sometimes if they’re watching TV and Armand has his head pillowed on Daniel’s lap. Daniel will never forget the first time, when Armand casually dipped for his dick, right in the middle of ‘Elementary’ – just popped it right in his mouth – no licking, no sucking really, just sort of letting it rest on his tongue, perfectly content to watch Sherlock solve the case with a huge dick in his mouth. Daniel’s feeling, apart from the obvious, was that it had to hurt his jaw. But maybe that’s part of it. You never know with Armand. Sometimes the self-comfort is as likely to include a shard of masochism as it is a scoop of softness.

Read it here

[jon-withnoh]

"What a coincidence, Mrs Lacy, that you should be walking up to the house just as I am returning from the village." "I say, Mrs Danvers." "One might go so far as to suspect you had timed your arrival in order to meet me here." "One might." Beatrice gave her a coy smile. "Though it would be more prudent to cite coincidence, if asked." "Certainly." Glancing over her shoulder, she moved to walk slightly closer to Beatrice. Hidden from sight by the wicker basket in her arms, their hands found each other. Not far ahead, Manderley rose to greet them.

Prompt 18: Walking Home

[youhalfwit]

Be gay, fight crime

[mourningliliesmorningglories]

And I've been meaning to tell you, I think your house is haunted.

Harry cradles Draco’s face in his hands. He’d returned to Hogwarts early - only half of the Easter holiday had passed. Harry can’t quite look at Draco’s face, at the bruises blooming on his left eye and lower jaw. He can’t stop visualising Draco at his dorm door, cloak on, head hung low. It’s wrong. Harry couldn’t remember a time when Draco didn’t carry himself with an elegant ease, an assurance that many others lacked. He couldn't remember a time when Draco could stomach being anywhere near the Gryffindor tower. Harry knew Draco was caving in on himself - torn between the boy he loved and the man who made him who he is.

Your dad is always mad and that must be why.

Draco's head is in Harry's lap. They've not exchanged a word, let alone a glance. Harry knows, he feel's how badly something is wrong with his boy - can't help but hate the people who put him in this position and the fact that Draco can't see that. Harry lips form around the words he's said so many times. "Don't." Draco's voice is coarse, painful, tired. "I don't want to argue Harry. I don't want to think about my father in Azkaban or my families allegiances or who the hell is living in my house right now." Harry's throat gets tight. In a strange way, he understands. He knows how it feels to be a lamb raised for slaughter.

And I think you should come live with me and we can be pirates.

His hand sits at curve of Draco's jaw - usually he'd be entranced by the blond's silky hair, but now it's limp and lackluster. His head is nestled in Harry's lap, forehead resting against his hipbone. "Come with me," Harry knows his voice is desperate, if a little pleading. "We'll go so far away. We can be okay. Somewhere I don't have to be the boy who lived." Somewhere you don't have to be Lucius Malfoy's son. It goes unspoken.

Then you won't have to cry or hide in the closet.

Harry's hand traces the jawline, thumb pressing gently into the blue-ish blooms. Draco shivers at the pain, like a reminder he's okay here. He can't help the shuddering that follows, tears soaking Harry's flannel trousers. He can't help but unload years of stress, of pressure, of unlearning every awful thing his father put into his head right into that moment. He knows they are both together and running from the same thing - but together is not in sync.

And just like a folk song, our love will be passed on.

[applealchemist]

[ncvaxchen]

@surepetey

"And it was cold. I've never touched water that wasn't artificially cooled before. I wasn't even sure it could come out of the ground like that." She's all but regaled Petey with her stories of the spring Max had showed her. But, it was hard not to when she felt as if she had discovered something so unbelievable that it deserved to be shouted from the rooftops. Though, Nova was sure if too many people found out about the little spring, Max would hate that. So Nova would satiate her desire to talk about it with Petey.

[sweet-thangman]

The fuck kind of money does a guy have to pay to see anything vambrose related in this day and age

[invisiblerambler]

The thing about them being there for each other is Sydney is just as emotionally unavailable as Carm. Even if he wanted to be there for her she won't let him, not really. I love Syd she is a part of my nature I unfortunately deeply recognize but girl wouldn't allow emotional support until it's absolutely necessary or if Carm pries it out of her. Idk if we don't see him reacting to her panic attack I will be shocked because it is the evolution of their characters. Carm wanting to not be so hard to keep up with and Syd letting someone else in. I also just need it for my sanity.

[lincolnlogsnfrogs]

human darkstalker propaganda? idk i'm tired lol

[again-and-then]

Lute talking about blessing bullets as they're fired being possible makes me wanna see Sera packing heat. Question is, would she have an elegant, old-fashioned rifle or musket, or a semiautomatic?

Well, while Sera's modern image is one of polite sophisitication and elegance, she wasn't always this way. Mind you, her weapon of choice is a lance, she's experienced with melee to mid-range combat. As far as warriors of Heaven go, she's like a step below Archangel Michael, so she's experienced with brutal and bloody combat... she's just deeply traumatized by it and does whatever she can to avoid it.

However, Were Heaven in danger again and she to entertain the idea of using a gun, she would want something with a lot of stopping power and reliable rate of fire, also sturdy enough to be used as a melee weapon. So probably a semi-automatic or pump action shotgun. would prefer heavier ammunition like buckshot or slugs, if she's using this to defend her home she wants something that will reliably put fucking holes in people.

[monarchburdi]

The issue with having a life-long pokemon hyperfixation, and current fixation on bound smp, is that my brain has latched onto the idea of a bound pokemon au...

I've just got thoughts rattling around in my brain and some of them are just so incredibly silly that I have to draw them-

Specifically Ash with a flock of pidoves lmao