#and Pete 😂

[greykolla-art]

Your art drives me cuckoo bananas. If you're still doing requests, could you perhaps draw some poly Lucius/Izzy/Black Pete?

This was so fun! cause I had to figure out what the dynamic between these three would be together!

I’ve never come across a fic that has Pete join in with Lucius and Izzy’s weird little dance. I don’t personally think that would work, but I can see them bond over other stuff!😁

(Oh my god guys anyone else wanna throw up from excitement?! Season 2 in one day!!! 🤩)

(well, I gotta wait untill oct 6 probably, cause I live in Iceland but THATS OKAY IM SO READY!)

[sdrose93]

I will love these forever 😂🥰❤❤

[themissingmango]

🏳️‍🌈Happy Pride!!🏳️‍🌈 | x x

[pollyna]

Everybody (every single dagger expect Rooster because Rooster doesn't want to think about that) says that Mav flirts with every single person and he's good at it.

But they know only half of how good Mav is with flirting until they don't see him flirting with Admiral Kazansky. It opens all another realm of possibilities and leaves them speechless. And the way Admiral Kazansky answers? Oh god.

[swagsmeister]

sock round ball out foy

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[preciseshadow]

✨growth✨

[misspoetree]

[4/24]

❄❄ kp + text post advent calendar ❄❄

[sweet-marigold]

Fizzy as ariana grande 💖

[torchflies]

I was cleaning out my drafts and found this tiny thing about vampires. For you, my beloved 💜 (ahem, middle-aged Val Kilmer).

Tomek Kazansky wakes from a dead sleep when a pair of hands close tightly around his ears, smothering the distant knell of a bell.

His blue eyes fly open to the sight of his ojciec chrzestny — his godfather — bent over him stiffly, stinking of nalewki, with an ax from the barn looped through his belt. 

The old man’s eyes are cold, assessing, as he drinks in the sight of a five-year-old Tomek, the bastard son of a Polish nun who never named a father. His warm skin clings to its golden color, even when winter traps them in their homes and away from the sun. He is ruddy and strong, his little round face always upturned towards the sky and seeking out parts unknown. He is Polish and he holds their secrets in the clicking of his young bones, in the caul he was born with — just like his mother, his Mama. 

“Come, Tomek.” His godfather, Piotr Czajkowski, says. “We must cut off her head by sunrise.”

His Mama’s grave is unquiet, that’s what his godfather says as they walk through the moonlit night and Tomek struggles beneath the weight of the heavy shovel handed to him. She has only been buried a day, dying before she could take The Sacrament.

“She is a vjesci now, lost to us.” His godfather growls — a vampire, as they unearth the pinewood box that houses her now. 

Tomek has heard stories of becoming a vjesci for all his life. Babies born the way he was, the way his Mama was, born en caul — inside their sacs — are destined to wake from death as a vjesci. The only way to prevent the change is to eat the dried remains of the sac on the eve of the seventh year of life. His Mama never did. Tomek knows the rules, the way all the children in his village do, on how to prevent his vjesci mother from rising out of her unquiet grave and killing him. That is the first task of any vjesci, to slaughter their friends and family — ringing the church bell to signify their deaths and harbinging many others. 

His Mama looks like she’s sleeping when they pry open her coffin, her cheeks still ruddy red and her hands flexible when his godfather lifts them: signs of life. 

There are six holes in her white dress, as if she had been eating the fabric away. 

That is the only proof his godfather needs before he — reaches a hand inside and lets her fingers coil around his.

She blinks open eyes of sanguine red and her lips curl in a bloody smile as she looks right at Tomek, her mouthful of sharp fangs reflecting off the light of the moon.

“Hello, Tomek.” She coos, “It’s almost time, little one. You will come home to us.” 

His godfather flashes a mouthful of similar fangs, and Tomek remembers — his godfather died last summer in the barn, his ax slipped while he was splitting wood. 

Tomek’s eyes grow wide and terrified, backing up to nearly trip into an open grave.

Come home, Tomek…

—

Come home, Tomek…

On the final night of Tom Kazansky’s life — he’s tired. His body is older than it should be, ravaged by a disease more nefarious than any of the monsters that haunted his childhood. Nightmares, dreams long forgotten, half-truths buried by a child who moved to America and left Poland behind to rot — not realizing how the tendrils of that life are woven into his very being, holding him fast. 

He dies in his sleep, a peaceful death, his tracheostomy grows clogged with secretions as he sleeps and he passes without a struggle.

The man he loves is miles away, protecting their child, as Tom Kazansky breathes his last. 

He just never expected to wake up again — or to wake up hungry. 

—

[kissingarthurclaus]

We're watching Mickey's Once Upon a Christmas and Goofy is such a good fucking dad, man 😭😭 I'm a Goofy Goof defender until I die!!

[sdrose93]

Top Gun 1986 behind the scenes ❤❤

[themissingmango]

Mav and his P-51 Mustang plushie—a must have! (Maybe Bradley gets it for him??)

[nanny-sc]

All to say that Mav was never in court martial because he is Iceman malewife or his friendship with other Flyboy who become big boys in Marine

But the true reason is that in court nobody want to be against Mav cousin: Lieutenant Daniel Kaffee

[lu-sn]

if you're still taking prompts, I'd love to hear you talk about Macau seeing through Pete at times when no one else does

PETE AND MACAU MY BELOVEDS!!!

the nice thing about macau is that he's in the mafia and related to vegas and therefore very accustomed to weird mafia shenanigans -- but he's also, like, normal. (relatively speaking.) so he sees pete get up to just-deranged-mafia!things and none of it even registers, but that also means he can cut through all of that mess to pick up on some of the more, ah, normal problems that pete has.

(vegas is not nearly as good at this as macau, because vegas is not normal in the slightest.)

for example. pete doesn't... make choices? he does when he really needs to (e.g. when the alternative is literally killing himself) but he's generally content to be handed things instead of choosing them. for instance, i don't think we ever saw him choose an item of food to eat in canon.

vegas knows this and has probably decided it will be his life mission to deduce exactly what food pete wants at every moment in pete's day without so much as a peep from pete. he will make pete taste-test everything under the sun and will analyze the most minute of pete's microexpressions to death, and then he'll add a pinch of lemongrass and try again. it's a point of pride for him to guess what pete wants correctly and then provide it.

macau, on the other hand, listens to pete go "we can go eat wherever you want, macau," and "i'm happy with whatever you order" for the fifteenth time and goes "dude. you're allowed to say you want something, you know."

(pete immediately bluescreens.)

macau examines him for a bit and then goes, much slower this time, "you're allowed to want things. it's, like, healthy, bro."

idk! i just have the feeling that macau has an uncanny ability to point at a particularly funky peteism and go "phi why are you like this. you really don't gotta be like this." and pete has Never Considered These Things Before, Ever.

macau is going to catch pete deflecting and retort with a "we're talking about you right now, not me." and he's going to watch pete bow and fake-smile at a bitchy authority figure and say "you can just tell him to fuck off, you know. you don't have to put up with that shit."

other people see pete doing these things and it doesn't even process for them as something odd. vegas knows it's odd, and sometimes can't figure out exactly why, and will definitely waffle about getting pete to talk about it. but macau is going to spotlight pete's issues with no remorse. he's gonna look pete in the eye like the blunt teenager he is and say, do you know you're human, too?

[pigglepiephi]

Goodbye SamYo! 💕

You were the best and only good thing about this show, which for the most part made absolutely zero sense! I’m still traumatised by ‘Khun Dad’ 😨

Special shout out in particular to Sam’s glasses and Tenon’s chest which were the true stars of the series 👓 Gone but not forgotten!! 💕