#and they just stared at me 😂

[toberlonetrombone]

I love telling people I legitimately want to die and have since I was 11 bc they look terrified

[tetras-stuff]

me: are you sick of me talking about solas?

my partner: solas this, solas that. if he's so great why can't he grow hair?

me: because he's old. ancient elves can't grow hair.

my partner: who told you that? solas? i bet he did. I bet he said "ooh look at me it's because I'm so ancient and wise" and then in veilguard there will be ancient elves with luscious long hair and it will be a really awkward conversation. what then, huh?

[myokk]

“She’s tolerable, but not handsome enough to tempt me”😤😤😤

(Regency AU with Eloise and Sebastian inspired by my slow trek through Bridgerton these days & @bassicallymaestra ‘s AMAZING regency inspired art😮��💨😇🙏)

[themeraldee]

Homelander with a clumsy s/o? Like he just looks over at them while their talking to him, and he watches them just absolutely eat shit mid sentence. 😂😂😂 The image in my head is that he laughs and then just goes quiet when s/o gets up and their nose or forehead is bleeding, then he'd feel his heart drop to his ass as he tries to asses the damage.😂😂😂😂

bwahahahahah crying, literally me!! This has such good crackfic potential.

next week he's bringing out a bubble wrap suit ("hey you can be a superhero now too" "what the fuck is my superpower? being incredibly good at packing items?" "no, staying alive") because he can't leave you alone without having to age 10 years worrying about you while he's gotta go do his job.

You say he's being dramatic and by the time he's back you've stubbed your toe twice, nearly lost your fingers while chopping or grating or you've managed to burn yourself.

Soon enough he gets Vought to baby-proof the entire penthouse 😂

You are BRUISED from all your clumsy endeavours and he cannot have you leave the house like that. People will think he's abusing you!! Clearly a good reason to keep you in bed where it's soft and plush and he can wrap you up in himself and the duvet where you're as safe as it gets.

Cue you getting a cramp or smacking your head against his chin when you lift your head off his chest...He lets out a desperate tired sigh and he kisses the spot until you forget about the pain anyway.

[emblazons]

Shared Looks + Mike's Apology

aka: 6 times Mike looked to Will for reassurance + 1 time Mike reassured Will

[good-beanswrites]

Fe Aspec Week Day 1: Coming Out

WOO It's aspec week time!! 💜💚 To no one's surprise I'm starting off with Lukas :3 I know we have the wonderful support convo when he and Python sort of come out to each other, but I was always curious about the loose ends that it brings up -- how he comes out to/is treated by his family, the woman he's left behind, his fellow nobles, etc. This drabble doesn't really answer any of those questions sadfsadf but it's coming from that thought 😂

Father,

I am writing to you now, so soon after my previous letter, as there is something I have yet to confess. It may be difficult for you to hear, but

The sentence stops abruptly, a small dab of ink at the corner of the ‘t’ where the pen had rested a moment in contemplation.

A man sits back at his at a desk. His candle illuminates the page, displaying a few brief lines at the top. He dips his pen in ink time and time again, but the page remains mostly empty. 

At first, the man believes his problem to be a lack of words. No title exists for men like him. He’s well-educated and well-connected in the army; he has an extensive vocabulary for how the upper and lower class categorizes its people. Whether it’s a scholar’s dull terminology, vulgar common language insults, or the carefully chosen phrasing of a gossiper, none of the usual descriptors fit him. All he has are the distantly connected criticisms he’d heard his whole life: “heartless,” “cold,” “detached.” 

When the candle burns lower, however, he realizes the real issue. He has far too many words.

Where would he even start? Should he describe his contentment with his life here? How not one of his fellows ever brought up the lack of a woman at his arm, or how dinners with the King and Queen themselves were filled with pleasantries that never touched on his romantic endeavors? Whatever his father had been preparing for, it had never come.

Or should he begin earlier, when he was first accepted by this group of people? He wasn’t sure if he could properly convey all that he experienced on that fateful night, speaking softly with the unit’s archer – a man he’d come to call one of his truest friends. The man had heard for the first time in his life that there were others like him. He heard that they were content. They were whole.

He could go back further and describe the moment that the realization first hit him. How his father had been right in a sense. Just as he said, one day when the man was grown, he would be in the arms of another, and everything about himself would suddenly make sense. There was only one difference. He’d been forced to bury that clarity, since it wasn’t the same kind that everyone else came to.

Or should he start even further back? He could recount all little hints that haunted him across his youth. His dreams for the future never quite aligned with those of his peers. Nothing ever seemed to align. His choice of stories to read, of games to play, of jokes to make. He wouldn’t ever claim he was mistreated as a child, but everyone would agree that the signs had appeared even then.

The man sighs. Where is the beginning, when one has always been this way? 

The clock strikes on the hour. It is late, and he will need to be at his sharpest tomorrow for drills and meetings. He has no more time to fret over words about his past. 

The man tries a new method, and wonders what his friends may write about him. He can’t resist a dry smile. He knows that he can never, under any circumstance, allow them to exchange any correspondence with his family. 

But the exercise gives him an idea.

He writes out a single statement. Then he blows out the candle and heads to his bed. 

there is nothing broken about me.

Cordially,

Lukas

[conkers-thecosy]

*whispers* oh my god oh my goddddd ohhhhhhhhh myyyyyyyy godddddddddd vicious_summer read my work and left a comment and now I feel like I’m going to disintegrate and crumble into a pile of ash because my soul has left my body and I?????? *dies*

[daniclaytcn]

i excused it before as T ‘not knowing buck yet’ because between calling him evan and him saying ‘your dad is alive though’ in 710 i feel like i’d be correct to assume T doesn’t really know anything at all regarding buck’s past with his family etc which is interesting. T felt so dismissive in that conversation and i wonder if theyd ever do a storyline about T not really knowing buck at all

its weird he wouldnt revert to buck after hearing everyone else call him that too. like even his sister calls him buck. like when i first meet someone i usually call them their full name if they didnt tell me to call them their nickname until i hear other people call them their nickname and revert to that.

ik tv always has a reason for things they do but this reminded me of when i was a kid/teenager and one of my classmates who knew me my entire life always called me my full name even though everyone including my parents siblings teachers etc called me by my nickname. drove me nuts and he never stopped lmfao it felt so formal for no reason. i go by my nickname so much people dont realize its not my full name

ohh i can relate to you there because i also go by my nickname ('neethu', which is not my government name) and i get actively annoyed when people try to call me anything else...actually it's pretty unrealistic—to me at least—that there hasn't been at least one scene where tommy is trying to get buck's attention and buck just doesn't respond because he's so unused to being called 'evan' by someone who isn't maddie that it doesn't even register that tommy is talking to him 😂

[homerjacksons]

I met a bunch of authors at an event tonight and we all just bonded over how we all started out writing and reading fanfiction before venturing into writing and reading romance books 😂

[scrawlingskribbles]

not me blearily waking up at 5:30am almost in tears bc I had a dream that Ian had apparently been making more little OK KO shorts on the side and the utter joy I was feeling as dream!me was scrambling to find & watch them only to wake up before I could........ :((((

[lovesomehate]

Moments I found weirdly hot in: Pump It

[nicki-flemings-curls]

I’ve been waiting to post pictures of Kaya until I could take her and steps high outside. But meet one of the newest additions to my collection!

[ejunkiet]

Am I the dummie who has been wondering why she has been fighting a migraine all week while simultaneously devouring books on a tiny old phone with a speed she hasn't reached since she was 12?

Yeah. Eyestrain is real folks. I've swapped over to my paper white, which I've had the whole time, just didn't think to use for some reason sksksks

[flowercrowngods]

fandom etiquette on ao3: tagging every relationship relevant to the story and potentially explaining “endgame x/y” in the additional tags

people: this isn’t [ship] fanfic. please remove the tag. people search through the tag to find fanfic of them.

me: ??? but??? they’re a huge part of the story, their relationship drives the main conflict, they literally almost get married, i— ???? *explains long and hard why i won’t remove the tag and how it is relevant to the story*

people: i don't care what happens in your fanfic because i don't care about your ships. ao3 fandom etiquette says you don't tag the ship if it's not a fanfic about them. as important as you think they are to your fanfic, to your plot, to your ships, ultimately the fanfic isn't about them, and it has no place in the ship's tag. you don't need additional tags to clarify anything, nor do you need to tag it as a friendship, you simply need to not tag it as [ship]. it is that simple to be respectful and mindful of other people's fandom spaces. don't invade other people's space because you feel like it, be nice to people.

[raksh-writes]

Oh to write a line that is such an emotional punch to the gut you have to take a break and maybe even go on a walk, like oof

[monst]

I have a confession to make that may result in my cancellation but I must speak my truth after years of silence:

I think Arkhamverse Tim is fine as fuck.