#ON A THURSDAY🥹

[pressedink]

I just finished reading James Potter vs. the World and OH MY GOSH IT WAS SO GOOD ITS ONE OF MY FAVORITE FICS THAT IVE EVER READ

the backstories??? *chefs kiss*

and you know what? I’m not even mad at Peter like um yeah he kind of deserved it

also whatever the heck Evan and Barty had going on??? That is peak rosekiller

oh my friend. you don’t even understand how much this means to me!!! thank you for reading <3 and for taking the time to send me this ask <3

i too succumbed to the power of the backstories, like, fully did not even intend for them to go that deep but these characters grabbed me by the collar and said ‘we WILL be featured. heavily.’ and based on what i published i’m sure you can guess what i said back.

HE DID DESERVE IT! HE FULLY DID!! and like, without Peter, where would James Potter be? Peter got his moment, as he should, and literally everyone is better off for it.

okay the rosekiller in this still has its hooks in me, i won’t even lie. something about those crazy obsessed bug boys (Evan is bc Barty is ofc) has me foaming at the mouth. i can’t stop thinking about them. and honestly i’m seconds away from writing them again so i probably will……..

sending you the hugest biggest most enormous hug in thanks and appreciation!!! you are so kind and wonderful and i’m beaming over and over again just reading your ask. THANK YOU AH

[thefrsers]

ANGELA BASSETT as ATHENA GRANT-NASH in 911 Season 7(2018-Present)

[youreyeson1y]

honestly, i can't believe i get to call you mine

or, bang chan in a private but not so secret relationship with you !

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[skitskatdacat63]

Losing my shit at these HES SO LITTLE!!!!

[statichvm]

women who launch kibble everywhere like it’s her last meal

[vanmarkus]

Fuck It Friday ☔️

I was tagged by @daffi-990 @jamespearce9-1-1 @eddiebabygirldiaz @wikiangela and @jeeyuns thank youuu 💛

Aside from some editing, my Christmas fics are all done and now I can slowly return to my main wips, so I thought I'll post a snippet from Eddie's pov in the mudslide fic (most of that part is just too spoilery and I rarely share from it, but this bit was waiting to come out for a while now, so here 🫶).

He mostly thought about Christopher; imagined him waking up in the morning, pestering Buck for breakfast and news he couldn't give, going to school and coming home, sitting at the dining table, doing his homework… Just normal things.

He would’ve given anything to be with them right now. To walk out of his room in the morning and see Buck’s sleep-rumpled face, his curls flat on top of his head, his smile lazy and crooked and his bare feet on Eddie’s living room carpet.

To watch the tattoos shift on Buck’s naked shoulders as he stretched and to hear his hoarse voice as he mumbled out a quiet “morning” on his way to the bathroom. To smell the scent of his overnight sweat still lingering on his skin while making their coffees side by side, waiting for Christopher to finally shuffle out of his room for breakfast.

To hear the sleepy mumble stifled in his own ribs as Chris gave him his good morning hug and see the toothy grin tugging at his lips as Buck entertained him throughout breakfast, making him giggle with his silly facts and jokes.

To yell “come on, we're gonna be late” at the front door as Chris ran back inside for a book he forgot and then to yell again after Chris was back but Buck just realised he had left his phone on the kitchen counter.

To sit in the car and talk about after-school plans and listen to the radio on a low volume before dropping Chris off with a hug each and then to bundle back into the truck and head to work together, barely just having enough time to stop for one of those creamy coffee monstrosities Buck liked so much — that somehow Eddie learned to like too, only if to indulge in the fantasy of what Buck’s lips would taste like on his own.

✨no pressure tagging: @malewifediaz @spagheddiediaz @hippolotamus @disasterbuckdiaz @nmcggg @thewolvesof1998 @watchyourbuck @theotherbuckley @fortheloveofbuddie @ladydorian05 @rainbow-nerdss

[merlesrandomstuff]

You don't believe how happy this made me 🥹🥰

Honestly made my day! 🫶

[mimitheaardvark]

[accio-victuuri]

this cuteness. 🥹🥹🥹🥹

when bunny laoshi is training, this is bobo’s reaction.

source: 三更的那个枝

[wanderingaldecaldo]

Got you a lil something for your birthday. Hope you like him. Richard? Little? You've got no idea.

A birthday treat for Val from her two best men, courtesy of @dustymagpie. Thank you for spoiling us!

Val's Birthday Bash

How you feelin'? Like I need a carton of smokes. That, uh, good or...? Really good.

[iamshame]

Chapter Twenty-Three. Astarion is astonished to spend an enjoyable evening at the Last Light Inn. Halsin shares some of the joy that nature brings him.

Halsin’s gesturing hand lifted towards the sky. The druid raised his head, and Astarion copied the action. The sky was dark. A cloud drifted leisurely above them, a roiling dark grey, like compressed smoke. But as it shifted, the stars emerged behind it.

Astarion hadn’t enjoyed the stars for… Well, centuries. In Baldur’s City, they were dimmed by the city lights, and besides, he’d spent little time with the freedom to dawdle and enjoy them. Of course he’d had the time over the last few weeks, but, well, the circumstances had been rather distracting. And this sky boasted the brightest stars he’d ever seen, despite the encroaching dawn. They seemed innumerable, as if an artist had flicked her paintbrush and speckled a dark canvas with tiny pinpricks of white paint. And each of them glowed in the darkness, a tiny, beautiful gem of light. He could see tiny clusters of them, more shapes and patterns emerging within the swirling maelstrom the longer he looked. 

They were so arresting that Astarion paused for a moment, almost awestruck.

And then, immediately afterwards, the crushing regret, the sadness, the knowledge that everything good and beautiful in this world didn’t belong to him, he didn’t deserve it, it was going to be taken from him…

Then he remembered, of course, that the stars weren’t going to be taken from him, he could stay in the darkness and still admire them every night of his life if he wanted, and the rush of relief was so powerful that it poured out of him in ridiculous, ecstatic giggles.

[elviehun]

HAPPY 25th MY BEAUTIFUL DARLING

Yes, we're getting AULLLLD😂 but we're doing it together 🥰🥰🥹🥹!!!!

I will love you until my heart stops beating❤️❤️❤️. Promise.

[the-jam-to-the-unicorn]

Happy, soft smiles 🫶🫶🫶

[loveshotzz]

I’ve been cleaning and writing all night and I just want to say thank you for all the love 🥺 I’ll respond to all your sweet comments in the morning ♥️ My brain is fried but I love you.

[the-hilda-librarians-wife]

hiiii for ur consideration: meiri i drew on my work break

I am considering her. I have in fact considered everything about her and found it all perfect. Thank you, ma’am, I shall treasure this forever 🥹

[the-eyes-of-andyserkis]

Ok, so he's always had beautiful hands, then. 🥹

Andy as Lysander in The Duke's Lancaster park show performance of A Midsummer Night's Dream in 1987 (he was 23)!

Shared by The Dukes Theatre Lancaster on Twitter.