#WHOA I CAN'T BELIEVE IT

[doyouknowthisjewishcharacter]

Do you know this Jewish character?

[hanzajesthanza]

"the michael kandel translation of "the witcher" short story can't hurt you!!"

the michael kandel translation of "the witcher" short story:

[tennessoui]

can’t believe there’s no balcony neighbors to friends to lovers obikin au

so like imagine like anakin and obi-wan live in apartments that face each other and are separated by a narrrow alleyway, so when both are out on their own balconies, they can pretty easily see each other and talk. they don’t but they could is the thing, it’s just a weird sort of line to step over, being in someone’s space so intimately but not being invited there, witnessing someone’s life move along like an unstoppable ocean current, but not being in the water with them.

anakin knows what book obi-wan is reading and which newspaper he subscribes to. obi-wan knows anakin’s favored brand of beer and how he sounds when he sings his baby to sleep. anakin has overheard many arguments between obi-wan and his lawyer and his estranged wife about the divorce case. they’re physically close enough that when anakin steps out one summer night, obi-wan can wordlessly pass him a cigarette over the divide. “i don’t smoke normally,” obi-wan says, with a flick of his wrist to shake loose the ash. “i know,” anakin says, because he does. “divorce was finalized yesterday,” obi-wan says. “i know,” anakin says, because he does. “my name’s obi-wan,” obi-wan says. “anakin,” anakin says because he hadn’t known that.

[jazzjlan]

kirbtober day 1 : friendship! [extra doodle/sketch under the cut]

this was supposed to be my initial idea, scrapped when i thought of something better

[talesofwhimsy]

I'm 100 pages into Moby Dick and they just got on the goddamn boat

This book actually kinda fucks hard it's great?

[reactionimagearchive]

[godisasimp]

So my canon is that Sparkle doesn't exist and actually vita is weirdly flirting with Leyah she's already doing that well i suppose Vita just Vitad her way through everything and everything happened relatively the same and also Kiana is still in a coma playing Elden Ring DLC she was not visited by a pink weirdo.

[makosgotmoxie]

another week, another ridiculous sam ad

[cocained]

“babe. are you home?” feminine voice echoed through the apartment when she heared the sound of the front door, asking for the obvious. excitment bubbled up as she walked over to the where the sounds were coming from and the smile on her face was hard not to notice when their eyes finally met. “hey.”

[softquietsteadylove]

We haven’t read from the Ballerina/Boxer AU since January I think! How about a little protectiveness from Thena this time?

"Wow," Gil murmured to himself as he walked down the aisle and towards the stage. His voice bounced around slightly, despite the carpeted floors. The crystal chandelier hanging above was lit up and glittering.

"You've been here before," Thena laughed lightly as she descended the steps to greet him.

"Yeah," he chuckled, receiving her in his arms and kissing her. "But only when I come to see you. And I'm not exactly absorbing my surroundings when that happens."

Thena just sighed, relishing the warmth of his embrace - and his hands on her back - a little longer.

They were in the middle of rehearsals for the dance company's next exhibition. She was reluctantly participating to advertise for herself and Sersi, as well as keep an eye on a few old students of hers who were now regulars.

Gil tapped his fingers against the bare skin of her back, "how is it?"

"Hm," she sighed, running her hands over his arms idly, "long. But they're giving us saturday and sunday this week. And in two weeks it'll all be over."

"So you can come over friday night?--is what you're saying?" Gil suggested hopefully, earning him another laugh and a kiss.

"I think I could manage that," Thena purred against him. She sighed less blissfully as she heard the doors to the stairwells open.

"What?" Gil blinked at her sudden change of mood. She swiped her lunch out of his hands and attempted to usher them back to the doors and out of the main theatre.

"Thena!"

Gil snorted at the total lack of attempt on Thena's part to disguise her annoyance. She let out a petulant grunt as her colleagues fluttered out of the wings and down the steps towards them.

"Who's this?" one of the other ballerinas asked with wide and curious eyes.

"Wait, this must be the beau that Thena's been texting between runs!"

"Is he?" another one gasped, although it sounded kind of fake. "This is the handsome specimen that's finally pulled perfect Miss Thena away from the stage?"

"We're leaving," she muttered to them, but they weren't having it.

Gil blinked as the flock of women spread out around them even more in an intimidating formation. Some of them towered over even him, making Thena seem even more delicate than usual.

"Thena, don't be so stingy," one of the really tall ones chastised her in a very patronising tone. "You know better than to bring something to rehearsal if you're not going to share."

Thena all but growled at them.

"Uh, sorry ladies," Gil attempted to speak up for himself, "but I was kind of hoping to have Thena all to myself."

More fake gasps; they reminded him of the girls in school who would say something nice and then whisper behind their hands the very next second.

"He's so sweet!"

"How ever did you find this one, Thee?"

Gil raised a brow at the overly familiar shortening of her name.

"None of your business," she continued to snarl at them, to no avail as they all but circled them in the narrow theatre aisle.

"He must be an athlete of some sort," one of the ones sitting down crooned as she eyed him up and down. "Look at those arms!"

Another round of giggles erupted from the group of them, much to Gil's discomfort. He tried not to squirm, squeezing Thena's hand in his.

"He must be good at lifts."

"I imagine they get up to a different kind of lifting, don't you think?"

Gil blushed.

"Well, Thee?--is he?" one leapt from her seat, reaching out to test out touching his arm for herself.

Thena swiped at the hand like a feral cat. She turned herself to face her colleagues head on, Gilgamesh behind her and her much smaller frame. "Enough."

"Oh, get over yourself, Thena," the tallest one rolled her eyes at Thena again. "We're just having a little fun."

"Not at my boyfriend's expense, you're not," Thena glared right at her, not intimidated in the least. "And I may have to be here for the company, but it does not require me to be civil with any of you."

"Yeah, that's clear."

Gil kept quiet, watching the women all but hiss at each other. He was happy to step in if his girlfriend was getting hit on, but she was more than capable of fighting her own battles. And he was pretty sure that boxing wouldn't help him in the least in defending himself against a flock of angry ballerinas.

"We are leaving. I will return for rehearsal." Thena listed out in her usual clipped and frosty tone. "You will never set eyes on him again without me there to make sure you behave."

"Whatever, Thena," the clear prime of the group crossed her arms in Thena's face, leaning over slightly to meet her eyes. "Are you so insecure that you think you have to babysit him?"

"Please," Thena finally cracked a smile, although Gil shivered to imagine being on the other side of it. "I couldn't imagine someone more loyal than him. You, on the other hand, seem quite eager to flirt with someone else's partner. My condolences to your poor husband."

Thena turned, her head held high and maybe with her nose turned up. She pulled Gil along behind her, grasping one of his hands and her lunch in the other.

Gil wrapped his arm around her as soon as they were in the lobby. "They seem...fun."

Thena wilted against him, letting out a very ungraceful growling sound. "I thought they were all having lunch in the greenroom downstairs. I never would have let you come in personally otherwise."

"What?" he chuckled, leading them out of the lobby and to the nearest peace and quiet. "Then I wouldn't have gotten to see you being a total badass with them."

"Gil," she chided him faintly as they headed out into the spring air. The light and breezy skirt she wore as a teacher was tied around her waist over her leotard.

He laid his jacket over her shoulders. "I mean it! It was pretty hot to see you fight 'em off like that, Gorgeous."

Thena blushed faintly, allowing herself the reprieve of snuggling into him until they reached a nice park bench. "Well, swans are very territorial, you know."

[cassettedec]

every december I spend the majority of my time looping fairytale of new york and going oh, this is life

[ace-octo-pix]

anyway frye being consistently the least popular....

[flame-shadow]

im almost out of queue for this blog. i haven't been this low in years wtf...

[imgonnagetyoubacktv]

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[masculinerose]

No one let me get high and think about Splatoon again.

[shushmal]

"Dude," Steve says, pressing on his eyes because he feels like he's about to cry. "What the fuck."

"What?" Dustin squeaks, alarmed. "What? Steve, you're freaking me out!"

"Good!" Because Steve just worked eighteen hours and it's past midnight and he got thrown up on twice and there was a bed pan incident and even though he showered at the hospital he probably smells awful and it rained and he lost his keys so he had to take the bus and he's sweaty and tired and wet and cold and Dustin's DnD friend is hot. "I can't believe you'd do this to me!" Okay, maybe Steve's feeling a little delirious.

"Do what??" Dustin is full on shrieking right now. His hot friend is standing in their apartment looking more and more worried and hot.

"You didn't tell me he was hot!"

The expressions that go across Dustin's face is impressive, before they stop and he settles on a flat glare. "Seriously??"

Hot guy is now blushing and Steve will collapse if he doesn't keep with the righteous fury.

"I've been TRYING to get you two to meet for months now!"

"You didn't tell me he was hot, though! Dustin!!"

"I don't know what guys are hot, Steve!" Dustin says indignantly. "I thought you didn't like nerds!"

"Dustin!"

"Um," says hot guy. He looks like he's panicking.

Dustin's face changes again. "Oh, no. Oh, no, you're right."

"All this time!" Steve says and he really is close to tears. "You've been nagging on me all this time to find my soulmate, and you had the perfect guy right here?? You had him in my home??? Dustin!"

"Whoa," whispers hot guy.

"I'm sorry," Dustin wails now, just as distraught. "You love nerds, all your favorite people are nerds, I don't know what I was thinking, oh my god!" He whirls on hot guy. "Eddie, give Steve your number right now!"

"Okay," says hot guy Eddie, immediately. His face is super red and his eyes are wide, and he looks scared out of his mind as he fumbles his pocket for his phone. "Yeah-Yep-Absolutely. This is a thing that's happening."

Steve, tears burning in his eyes, watches as Dustin punches his number into Eddie's phone. "Okay," he says a little nasally, wiping quickly at his face. "Okay, I'm going to shower and then sleep for two days, and then pretend like this never happened so I can look hot guy in the eye when he asks me on a date. Sound good?"

"Sounds great!" Dustin says, all cheery now. Behind him, still looking vaguely scared for his life, hot guy gives him a shaky thumbs up.