#anyways. Them.

[dotcircledot]

yeah

[rolandkaros]

"there's sara errani. very rarely see one without the other...anne keothavong was saying she sees them around the courts around the world and they're always having fun. they're people who love each other's company."

[commentary after jasmine won the first set and the camera cut to sara in her box]

[titansarmy]

thalia and jason grace: children of zeus.

titan’s curse // house of hades // blood of olympus

[cream-and-tea]

HEADS UP SEVEN UP!

i was tagged by @onomatopiya (tyyy sm <3) and the last seven lines i wrote are from the judge and calliope oneshot (which is getting DANGEROUSLY close to cracking 6000 words. lesbian devotion complex win ig)

But Judge is kissing her. She is kissing her soft and tender and slow like she is something precious to hold, treasure, have even though all he’s ever deserved is her tearing him apart with her teeth. Instead she cards a hand through his hair, smiles against his lips, touches her like a lovely thing which means I like you and I want you here with me because I think it’s good and I think you can be good. Because I like you. Because I forgive you, because I want you whole, want you happy, want you safe, want to find you in the centre of the labyrinth, want to keep you. Want to keep you even though you’re awful. Want to keep you want to keep you, want you you you even though it’s me and I could have chosen a thousand better things a thousand times over.

i'll tag @encrucijada @andromedaexists @peresephones @sabinabardot @keen2meecha @kaiusvnoir and @meerawrites !!

[chericheribaby]

okay hear me out. hear me out.

the lake house drarry au

harry is alex and draco is kate. harry is an arquitect and draco is a doctor. they both live in this beautiful lake house at some point and corresponded via letters because, unknowingly for them, they're both in different points in time. they banter and talk about their lifes and go on walks together. harry plants a tree near draco's new house because he misses the trees near the lake house. harry gives back draco the book he left at a train station two years ago because it was his father's. harry looks for draco in his time, sneaks out in his birthday party and dances with him. he doesn't even care draco doesn't know who he is yet if only for the chance to be near him.

[bronzebtch]

“ you wouldn’t take my word for it if you knew who was talking. ”

❝ i know the sound of my husband's voice well enough. ❞

though she doesn't, not really. theirs, is, after all, not the marriage of the norm — certainly masqueraded as duty, and one spoken to hopefully bore a firmer alliance with the vale, but that's what it all was, wasn't it : a masquerade and a hope. beyond that ? rhea hears more of her lord husband than she would see him. their affairs were as separate as hers would be next to some meagre lord in riverrun - up until, of course, for some reason or other, he would return here to the vale. exiled, most often than not. this time though, it's a bit peculiar, isn't it ?

rhea is taking off the gloves from her hands, half of her back turned from fully facing him as she takes a pitcher and pour what wine left into a goblet. as usual, they both had not bothered much with any proper greeting; there is no hidden love harboured in the air, no affectionate gesture reserved for the typical man and wife. though rhea would not admit it so openly, apart of her would almost prefer this — for as much as there is distaste, and lack of fondness between them, there is certainly a level of honesty that she could trust. daemon targaryen is not one to lie nor cheat so openly, and that much, the lady of runestone could still appreciate.

she finally turns.

❝ so you are called to war, ❞ the stepstones, against the crabfeeder. rhea joins him across the fire, the crackling of the wood burning is peaceful, though odd to be related it back to the both of them, this calamity, even if it'd only been a few seconds. she still lets the small beat of silence sinks in though for today has been exhausting - and her arms, from her solo hunt, hurts. ❝ i can send about thousand of men to aid in the cause, if that is why you are here. ❞

let it not be said the lay of runestone forsakes her duty  — not even for a neglectful husband. and if this is what he will need... then, rhea shall provide. as it is law, as it is what it demands of her.

@daekarys / midnights 3am edition

[bitchfitch]

writing advice for characters with a missing eye: dear God does losing an eyes function fuck up your neck. Ever since mine crapped out I've been slowly and unconsciously shifting towards holding my head at an angle to put the good eye closer to the center. and human necks. are not meant to accommodate that sorta thing.

[eriochromatic]

lazy mornings at the Last Drop ☕☀️

[guiiay]

jinx and isha visit a walmart

[modmad]

hey! there's zero esims left for the connecting gaza campaign as of today. i remember you promoting them earlier. could you give them a much needed boost?

oh dang! unfamiliar with that particular campaign, as I always donate via crips for e-sims because it's super easy to do, but regardless let's go people!

[varilien]

am i blanchin?

girl we blanchin!!

HI HIII happy birthday to everyone's favorite mystery twins!! how did they grow up so fast!!!!

Palestine: Funds | Action | eSims | Info Sudan Resources | Congo Resources

[trekkerac]

Ford "Icarus didn't flap hard enough" Pines

[varpusvaras]

It has been way over a decade since this happened, so some details are a little blurry, but I still have to tell this story here too:

So, my dad's colleague was on a trip with their friends, who were a couple. Now, the wife of this couple was a huge U2 fan, and the highlight of this trip was going to a U2 concert. Later that night, after the concert, they went to a restaurant, and who do they see there at another table? Bono. The wife wants so badly to go and ask for an autograph, but in a typical Finnish fashion, she doesn't want to be a bother because surely Bono just wants to enjoy his night and not be surrounded by fans all the time, so she doesn't go.

Then, she notices that someone from Bono's table gets up and goes to the men's restroom, so she also gets up and goes to wait outside the men's room, until the guy comes out. She then stops him and goes excuse me, I saw that you were at the same table as Bono, would it be in any way possible that you could ask for an autograph from him for me? (because apparently it is much less mortifying to bother someone else you don't know than to bother the guy directly, I guess).

The man apparently kinda stands there for a moment, just looking at her, before he asks, sounding just a tad bit confused, if he heard her right. You want me to go and ask Bono for an autograph for you?

Yes, she says. She's being very polite about it. If you would be so kind. That would be great.

The man says yes, sure, I'll see what I can do about it.

They then part ways and go back to their own tables and continue the night, and some time later, they notice that Bono and the rest of the people who had been at that table have left.

Oh well, the wife thinks. No can do, maybe he just forgot or something or just didn't want to do it. It's okay.

They finish up their meal and ask for the bill. The waiter tells them that their meal has already been paid for, and then tells that they were left with two notes.

The waiter gives them the notes. They are both autographs. One of them says Bono.

And the other says Bruce Springsteen.

[eydilily]

(look at what i have to offer) — this is the spider's nest.

[mooseymi]

Timebomb tiiiime

[gongyussy]

i'll let phie-san say it: