#and my fingers itched

[orokay]

I just hit a follower milestone so lets pretend I didn't start this weeks ago and that this redraw is in honor of that. Anyway, throwing this to the pinterest and wattpad girlies like chicken feed, I hope they love this just as much if not more than the og. This ones for you!

[totallyboatless]

All of the actors for the Six of Crows storyline are remarkably well cast, but gonna focus on Kit Young for a second because that dude has something so fucking special. There's a subversive joy in his choices as Jesper that just kills me. Like at the end of season one with the line: "Tell me you have a plan. I don't care if it's a lie."

Reading that in your head without having seen his interpretation, the instinct is to go a little ragged, sardonic, exasperated - something to tell us that the character does actually care but just fucking can't deal with this shit right now. But Kit puts a pleading inflection on the line, his Jesper truly wants to be lied to, bringing it around to comedic desperation.

And it's not just with this line delivery, those facial expression reactions he does elevates every scene he's in. My favorite underrated moment is when he gives Wylan a confident wink and thumbs up when they're both getting the shit beat out of them. The juxtaposition of Jesper indicating "this is going exactly according to plan" when it's clearly not brings so much fun to the scene.

But the scene I keep coming back to over and over that I'm blown away by is under the carriage, when Jesper remembers Wylan. I could see so many actors taking those line directions and putting some angst behind them. We know Jesper was hurt when Wylan left in the morning, we know he blocked it out because his ego was bruised and he didn't want to face the pain of it. It would have made perfect sense for the line reading to have an edge to it, any indication of a grudge.

But Kit's face is lit up with nothing but fondness and joy as he remembers. And obviously actors aren't islands, the writers and directors have big influence - and they clearly are in line with a joy-filled Jesper, since the first thing they have Jesper say isn't "and you left me," it's "and you brought me stroopwaffles."

Jesper isn't a clown, but he's allowed to be one when he wants to be, and Kit leans into choosing joy with such effervescence. It only serves to make the dramatic scenes that much more heart wrenching. I hope we get a lot more Crows on screen, but whatever happens I'm excited to follow Kit's career, what a talented dude.

[hattedhedgehog]

Keeping it a secret for so long has been torturous, but now that the game reveals are happening I can finally say that for the past few years I’ve been part of the player council for the upcoming DRAGON AGE: THE VEILGUARD!

(The only photo proof I'm able to show is of me appreciating the Arishok's huge...tracts of land at Bioware Edmonton)

At this time all I can tell you is that my role was to provide feedback to the development team to help improve the game, something which has been very special to be able to do. Now that things are in motion, I’m excited to see what gets revealed with each official announcement…

[viminoo]

baberoe in bastogne

[basilone]

[catatombi]

gotta tape his face back together

[ladykarmastrikeblog]

The funny thing about dying when you've already died before, when you've come back through some weird glitch in the universe and the universe already thinks you're dead? Sometimes death forgets.

Sometimes death doesn't come for you when it should.

Sometimes when you think you're taking your last breath, things just stop instead. Your heat beat stops. Your lungs quit working. Your brain slows and the blood in your veins goes sluggish. But the pain also stops.

And you're sure so very sure that you should be dead but you can still faintly think, and feel and hear and taste...

You taste blood on your tongue.

You hear murmurs of someone in the room, it's not Danny he stopped talking just a little while ago. It's those government jerks.

You feel it when they move you to a gurney, when they take those cuffs off and when you feel the movement of going down the hall.

Your eyes aren't open to see anything but the lights moving over head. Bright then darker then bright again. Where are they taking you?

Wherever it is it's cold and quiet. Dark too.

Or at least it was.

It's loud now. Shrill alarms sound, angry gurbled voices talk over it, someone yells an order and they leave. You're alone.

At least you thought you were alone. It takes a few minutes after the assholes leave when a hand, a cold cold hand, cups your cheek and rubs you with it's thumb. It's soft and it makes your skin tingle and..

Things start again. First your heart begins to beat, then your lungs fill and your blood starts flowing again.

Then your brain. Still on it's last thought. 'Familiar...Why does it sound so familiar..'

Jason opens his eyes, turns his head and tries to focus on the owner of the hand. It takes a moment but he can make out the dark hair, the soft glowing green eyes and the very heavy eyes bags. And the freckles, those damn freckles. Those spots that caught his attention the first time because it was so dark in that alleyway that he shouldn't have been able to see them at all. But he did. Were they glowing on their own or did they glow because the reflection of light from his eyes? Jason didn't know and didn't care but he knew those freckles.

"It's you.." to the man lying on his side on the gurney beside him as he sounded like Bruce after the old man gurgled gravel for an hour. His throat felt like it too. He tries to raise his arm to touch the man back but his muscles were both tight and made out of jello at the same time.

Danny smiles as he brings his other hand and brushes back Jason's white tuft. His nails felt like heaven on his scalp, so nice he would have whined if his throat felt up to it. There was a rumble in his chest however, that was new...and newer still was Danny echoing purr. And the continuing head scratches. And his rumbling chest continued (no he was not purring it's a rumble. Only cute people like Danny purred).

And then he realized that the alarms sounds were gone. The light were doing the warning pattern but the sounds were gone. They needed to leave before they asshats came back.

He needed to get up. So he pushes his sore body ( the sharp aching pain in his chest was gone, it was gone after weeks? Months? of being there always there) to sit up. Danny was doing his best to follow but the best he can do it lean on his arms and watch as Jason goes from sitting up to throwing his legs over the side of the gurney so he can stand. He feels wobbly, like he when he tries to leave the medbay before a sedative wares off but stable.

He can work with this.

He has to.

Danny's gurney isn't locked so he leans on to it and pushes it out the double door (it's morgue, they were in the morgue. Don't think about it now Jason you need to get out first.)

Short DPXDC Prompts #748

Hanahaki AU, Jason’s flowers are Blood Blossoms. No one knows why his affliction hurts him more than the average diseased person.

[ink--theory]

group photo

[ramssby]

I love the prisoner of Azkaban because these gems exist

he is sooo normal about this child you wouldn't believe it

[mara-and-its-the-same]

hello there! I would love to read any of your thoughts/fics about Cal and/or Danny!

OR?! I could never pick between them, but for the sake of introductions let's start with thoughts because the fics are coming don't you worry. They just need a little fine tuning

Teeny thoughts/HCs for both below the cut (it's yap central up in here)🥰

Cal

I'm so obsessed with the way he talks, like absolutely entranced by his cadence and I love every scene of him telling some story. and I know that he'd know that, maybe not right away but eventually he'd recognize the look you give him around the bonfire while he's talking to the group is the same one you give him late in the evening close to the final page of your date nights. OH MY GOD!

when you find out he speaks french! i'm woozy just thinking about it, (i don't even care that i can't understand quebecois for the life of me) you'd ask him to say something to you just so you could hear the sound of it. even if he's gotten a little rusty since he hasn't has anyone to speak it with, and even if all he can recite are the few stories he remembers from his childhood, or motorcycle parts he's learned from the translations on the back of manuals. like a late night and you cant sleep and you just want the sound of his voice to relax to...he might not totally understand the attraction, but he's not one to look a gift horse in the mouth and if you're into it who is he to deny you such a simple wish?

and I don't think he'd be the type to be one of those "my old ball and chain" guys, like he's undoubtedly in love with you and in love with being around you as often as possible. so if you're home while he's working in the garage he's setting up a lawn chair for you to relax in, just to keep him company, if the weather's nice he's putting it out in the sun for you and if it's a little too hot he sets you up in the shade with a little cooler with whatever the two of you are into that week. and he's certainly not letting you lift a finger. not because he thinks you'll break something (which like you might, but who am i to judge) but because he doesn't want you getting grease all over your outfit or roughing up those soft, pretty hands of yours. he just wants your company

Danny

for right now in this moment, i'm all over the idea of being his "girl back home" like he's out in chicago with all these bikers getting into god knows what kind of trouble, while you're safe at home just thinking about him every hour of every day. of course he calls whenever he gets the chance, but it's never a sure thing with the amount of time he spends out on the longer runs. and long distance calls are expensive, but every time he does it's so precious. the few times you hear some new midwestern phrase or pronunciation slip in and get a few extra seconds on the call just to poke a little more fun at him.

the guys get ahold of his wallet one day and can't believe he's kept you a secret this long. 3 different pictures of you sit in the accordion folded holder between the fold of his wallet and he thanks god for the feeling he got that morning he should change the ones he had in before (much more,,,invigorating if you will), for these three that he brought with him too, just to be sure he can see all your different expressions every time he reaches into his back pocket.

AND WHEN YOU COME TO VISIT!! at first he's not so sure it's the best idea, worrying you won't like the guys or something might happen once you're there, but all that is secondary the moment he thinks about how long it's been since he's last seen you, and before he knows it he's calling you back and taking you up on that offer to get a week off of work and coming to see him. Once you're there he's not leaving your side for a minute, firstly because he feels the need to let everyone else know you're his (and that you are real, as much as Zipco and Wahoo tried to get him to admit to the pictures in his wallet being magazine clippings because what's a girl like you doing with a pinko "college-boy" like him) and second because he's missed you so much for so long and he doesn't know the next time you'll be back so he's getting every second he can with you

and oh goodness are you impressed with this new look he's adopted. so different from what he used to wear to class or out walking around the city together, but still it fits him so well. your knees almost give out the 3rd day of your visit when he comes out from his bedroom in a black tank top and his denim vest...and maybe you do feign heat exhaustion just so he'll take you home early on the back of the bike he's spent so many phone calls telling you about...just because the heat was a more internal kind doesn't mean it's any less real. or maybe the exhaustion was just that you were getting tired of seeing him look that hot without doing anything about it. either way he hasn't seen you pull him up his apartment stairs that fast since you first started dating

and not maybe, but certainly, your trip goes from one week to two to a month until the tragic reality of responsibility sinks in and you realize you really are running out of clothes...

[kangaruum]

WOOOO YEAH BABY THATS WHAT IVE BEEB WAITING FOR THATS WHATS ITS ALL ABOUT WOOOOOOOOOO

[neroushalvaus]

And why did we meet in the middle of a war? What a silly thing for anyone to do.

Jak Malone as Hester Leggatt in Operation Mincemeat

Footage by @lasagnatrades

[peasant-player]

Oh I'm so overwhelmed!

I just opened my online Christmas tree letters from you sweet adorable people ❤️

Thank you all for you kind words and I'm so happy that I have this positive impact on you guys!

I battle with depression and anxiety almost my whole life and nothing is better then reading such kind words except for hugs,so you all feel hugged by me!!

I'm glad that I saw once a post that's complained about the lack of people writing comments and interactions. That was my sign to start doing just that. So many times I got no answer or reaction or didn't knew when to stop writing.

It was terrible for my anxiety!

I don't do much online except for here.

But then you guys wrote back! Or wrote me! And didn't stopped writing !

And all the positive feedback I got for my art!! I know that my art is not the best and it varies in quality alot haha. But I get many fun interactions with you guys so totally worth it!!

And remember 3 months! it took me just 3 months to get from knowing no one to knowing the best kindest people in the fandom!!

I stayed on the positive side of the fandom and there is no bashing and no hate here that I sometime forget that such things even exist in the Tolkien fandom. I get jumpscared by hate post so rarely nowadays! And that's what the fandom should be about!

This is the fun loving side and all that are tired or burnt out from weird discourse should just join us here! ❤️

We have elven and man boobs and crack hc and fun oc ! Deep dive into armor and weapons or clothing and beautiful written meta posts! (Special shout out to Erendurs Ardhehel post and balrogballs Celebrians one!) Do not forget the art and fics!Just interact with us when you see something fun all of those blogs listed down will answer

@erendur @starshadeemilyart @starsofarda @tar-thelien @papita474 @zrii-the-orc @overlord-of-fantasy @fictionalmenjusthitdifferent @balrogballs @sadsilmarilsoup

and I know about EVEN more that won't ignore you when you are kind!! Like @outofangband and @curufiin

they must be SO confused to be added here but I adore them BOTH SO MUCH. And will do a shout out as many times as I can >:V ❤️

I have even more !!

But I feel like I'm a desperate door to door salesman so I stop xD haha

[thedevildeer]

Sangcheol/Jeongwoo incorrect (!) quotes:

[humanmorph]

(transcript by @violentandmagnificent)

It’s quiet here, living in your head. It’s quiet here, and when I talk, you listen, at least when you can hear me, which isn’t always. It isn’t always, but it’s better than never. It’s quiet here, living on this ship. It’s quiet here, and I remember when it was loud, I remember different voices bouncing in these halls, I remember old arguments, I remember myself. I wonder how much I can tell you; because  I can tell you; I have much to say. But you never saw me astride the Prophet’s Path, beside the Resin Heart, imparting wrath and play. So who am I? You only know what they’ve told you. So who am I? You only know what’s written down. So who am I? You only know what’s on recordings, and according to the world, I’m a hypocrite, or drowned. I doubt you can hear me, but I know that she can. So pardon my frustration, I’m just tired of her plan. I lost my life long before I understood, before metaphor became real, before I felt the wheel’s wood. I wonder what she’ll tell you. I wonder what she’ll share.  I wonder what she’ll ask of you, what task of sweat and prayer.  I long to sweat and pray, a body in the day. The color of the sun. The touch, the ocean's spray.  The last thing that I felt in life. (The first thing that I felt in life.) The touch, the ocean's spray.  I hope she tells the truth to you. (I hope she tells the worst to you.) The touch, the ocean's spray.  I loved her like she told me to. (I left her like she told me to.) The touch, the ocean's spray.  We’re running out of time, you know? (She’s running out of time, you know?) The touch, the ocean's spray.  I fear we might be mirrored, two echoes of a call shouted between two queens, two queens who want it all. I fear we might be symmetry, I fear we might be one. Make her tell the truth to you before we come undone.

PALISADE 37: Reach In / Reach Out Pt. 1

[illyrianbitch]

its funny being bi w a preference for women bc u would never know reading my stuff. like yes i write mostly about men. why?? because i was created for angst. i make my characters suffer.... but Women? i cannot... it is against my religion... wlw is sacred. it shall not my touched by my Sadist writer Hands