#anthony friday?

[lsdunesarchive]

lsdunes: Tonight on #TuckerThursday with your host @.AnthonyGreen

(L.S. Dunes Twitter | July 28, 2023)

Transcript under the cut

Anthony: It is, indeed, Tucker Thursday. I am your host, Anthony Green. Today is a most special Tucker Thursday, because we are going to answer the age-old question, "how clean is Tucker's butt?" I have his white show pants over here, and I know they haven't been washed in a couple days, and I'm going to take a look, see if we got any skivvies in these fucking white (?) right here. Okay, I'm going to look, I don't want you to see. I feel like that would be too much. I'm gonna look, I'm going to tell you what's going on in here... It might be the cleanest show pants I've ever seen in my life, not a skid mark in fucking sight. Tucker, we all knew you had a clean butt, but now it's confirmed. Happy Tucker Thursday. We love you.

[nando161mando]

The people of France showed up for Palestine!!!! 🔥🔥🔥and defied Macron's undemocratic ban on protests ✊❤️🇵🇸

[lionofchaeronea]

Golgotha, Anthony van Dyck, 1630

[dxcstrange-stuff]

Behold! (For the second time!) My very own poster for Alex Rider as a multicoloured linocut! Roughly A3 size, printed with oil based paints, the blue mixed by yours truly.

Had a blast working on it even though it was a wee bit nerve-wrecking, but in the end I think it was worth it :,) I just love doing Alex Rider themed traditional prints! 💖

[newtonsheffield]

Chapter 15 of

💐take a deep breath and jump (then fall)

Is on Ao3

[zibanejad]

[tamsinbeybey-she-no-porcupine]

Rewatch Redding Weddy yet again and FML the longing and the heartache that radiates from this man

[macksartblock]

okay he gets Teenie tape as a treat

[lewkwoodnco]

black friday, tom odell x locklyle LOCKWOOD & CO. (2023)

[frnkiebby]

i fucking can’t~🎃

[nando161mando]

"What about those Palestinians who are in hospital on life support & babies in incubators that will have to be turned off because Israelis have cut the power to Gaza?"

Ex Israeli PM Naftali Bennett: ""Are you seriously asking me about Palestinian civilians? Whats wrong wth you?"

[umlewis]

anthony sighting! - july 7, 2023

[dxcstrange-stuff]

Behold! A traditional Alex Rider print I've done a wee bit ago (and one that took me way too much time)!

This one here is a screen print! Based on a German newspaper article from 1913. A bit bigger than A3, printed on different papers as well!

plus some BTS photos of the different papers and mesh screen!✨

[newtonsheffield]

It’s raining men is coming sooooooon

[johnny-dynamo]

THANK GOD IT'S FRIDAY!

Art by Anthony Petrie

[sagesolsticewrites]

Pillow Talk

Anthony is in desperate need of rest & relaxation when he returns home from his latest project, and you’re more than happy to provide it.

This was coauthored by my bestie, light of my life, fellow Anto girlie @winniemaywebber! Ilysm bestie, it’s always so much fun to write with you 🥹🥰

playlist for this fic made by @winniemaywebber!!

Warnings: swearing

Word count: 1.1k

You glance impatiently at your phone, willing time to move faster.

Anthony was going to be home from his latest project any second, and you couldn’t wait. He had gone on and on in your texts about how excited he was to be home with you, and all the date nights the two of you had to catch up on.

Your thoughts are interrupted by the telltale jingle of keys at the front door and you race to the foyer with a squeal as the door opens to reveal your boyfriend.

He barely has time to set his bags down before you’re launching yourself into his arms, capturing his lips in a tender, long overdue kiss.

“Hi there, darling,” he laughs as you pull away, “Miss me?”

“So much,” you sigh, “I’m so glad you’re home.”

“I’m very glad to be home,” he says, pressing a quick kiss to your forehead as you help him lug his bags inside.

“So,” he says, once you’ve moved his luggage to a corner of your shared bedroom to be dealt with another day, “Shall we go out for lunch, or make something here?”

“It’s whatever you want, my love.”

“Well… I have been missing your grilled cheese…” he confesses with a pleading look.

“Grilled cheese, coming right up,” you reply with a bright smile.

Anto watches you make lunch, cheek propped up on his hand as the two of you make quiet conversation. He seems… a bit quieter than usual, but you chalk that up to the long flight.

It’s only when his eyelids begin to droop as you’re serving lunch — his grilled cheese adorably cut into triangles, just the way he likes it — that you become concerned, now fully taking in how exhausted he looks: his skin is much paler than usual, large dusky purple bags under tired brown eyes… how had you not noticed sooner?

“Anto, baby?” You prod, shaking his shoulder gently.

He jolts up with a sharp inhale.

“Oh- fuck, m’sorry sweetheart, didn’t mean to doze off on you,” he says apologetically, blinking rapidly.

“Honey…” your hand comes up to cup his scruffy cheek, “Are you okay?”

“Me? I’m fine,” he assures you, waving off your concern, “Just a little tired from the flight, ‘s all. I’ll be fine once I spend some more time with my favorite girl.”

He presses a kiss to your palm, but his eyes don’t have the same brightness and surety they normally do as he asks, “So what would my girl like to do on my first day back?”

“Sweetheart,” you say, your voice suddenly serious, brow furrowing in concern, “I love you so, so much, and I know we talked about all the things we were going to do once you got home, but…”

You scan his face, taking in the stark purple bags contrasting with the paleness of his skin, tiredness etched into every line of his face.

“You look absolutely exhausted, honey.”

Before he can protest, you continue, “You asked me what I wanted to do? I want you to hop in bed and let me take care of you so you can finally get some rest.”

You take him by the hand and lead him to the bedroom, his hand tightly in yours. Closing the door, you take another look at his face: his usually sparkling eyes are fizzling, his cheeky grin fading fast with every extra moment of tiredness. You reach out and stroke his cheek, your face still etched with concern. 

Without a word from either of you, you gently begin to unbutton his shirt. He sighs, barely able to keep his eyes open but not protesting this act of service. Next, his pants, bending down to help him out of them. Next is your clothes, your shirt and sweatpants peeling off you quickly. 

“Right, my love,” you say softly, sweetly. “Into bed.” 

He does as he's told, his whole body relaxing under the freshly laundered sheets, starting to curl up under the goose down comforter. You lay next to him, noses touching. You feel him breathe deeply, seemingly fully relaxed for the first time in days. Your hand reaches out, and you begin to stroke the patch of skin where his neck meets his shoulders. 

“This okay?” You inquire, pulling away for a second.

“Darling, it's perfect.” He replies, sleep definitely threatening to take over. He nuzzles his face into the pillow and begins to snore quietly, until he feels you change position in the bed. 

Laying on your back, you delicately pull him from his original position to get him to lay on you. Without opening his eyes, he does so, his whole body wrapping around yours, his hands around your waist and yours finding themselves buried in his hair, lovingly massaging his scalp with your fingertips. 

The room is silent for several minutes, your calm, slow breathing the only sound. You glance down to where Anthony’s head is now resting on your chest, smiling when you see his eyes are still closed. You notice some pattern in the back of your mind, and though it takes you a moment to place it, a part of you goes gooey and soft as you realize he’s breathing in time with your heartbeat.

You continue raking your fingers gently through his curls, believing sleep has finally overtaken him, until he mumbles sleepily against your skin.

“Thank you, my love.”

You smile and brush a gentle kiss to his forehead, your own eyes growing heavy, “You know I’ll always take care of you, honey.”

The two of you drift off, the bright sunlight streaming through your bedroom window fading to a gold-orange sunset as the day passes.

You blink awake, the soft snores you hear a clear indication that your makeshift weighted blanket Anto is still sound asleep. Noting the change in the light and shifting shadows in the room, you figure it must be time for dinner. Anto must be hungry, at least, even if you aren’t at the moment.

You begin to carefully shift out from under him, inch by inch, only for him to whine sleepily and clutch you close once more.

“Baby,” you whisper with a soft laugh, “I was just gonna fix you some dinner. Aren’t you hungry?”

You feel his head shake stubbornly against your skin in a clear “no”

“Jus’ wanna stay here with you. Food can wait.” 

Slowly blinking back to consciousness but staying right where he is, he hums contentedly as he nuzzles himself further into your neck. 

“God, I missed you so fucking much, Y/N.”

“I missed you more, sweet prince.”

“Not possible. Not at all.”