#at this point I AM FELIX-

[shitpost-it-tristan]

Man, I have the audacity to roast Felix as if I didnt step into the shower and say "ayo?? What the fuck am I stepping on?? Why my feet squishy???"

I got in to the shower, WEARING MY GODDAMN S O C K S- and you know what, I couldve rolled with that BUT TELL ME WHY

I SCREECHED "J I M I N E Y J A M I N E Y" like I was BORN AND RAISED SAYING- like it was the moST NATURAL THING FOR ME,, rolled right out my MOUTH just like that

AND THEN I GOT HIT WOTH THE ONE TWO GUTPUNCH, staring off LIKE THEY DO IN THE O F F I C E

AND I SAW INSANE FIX IT FELIX JR LOOKING AT ME THROUGH MY OWN GODDAMN REFLECTION-

THIS WAS MY FACE, THIS WAS THE EXPRESSION-

It's been hours, it's been SIX HOURS and this has HAUNTED me ALL DAY

It was the way my mom waited AN HOUR before asking me "hey so...you uh, yelled Jiminey jaminey?? Or were you listening to felix in the shower???" WHICH ONE IS WORSE??? She thought I was LISTENING TO HIM WHILSTINTHESHOWER-

[moeblob]

I am really tired of a situation rn.

[sgtcalhouns]

I’ve spent a lot of time over the years thinking about how felix and tamora are about pda. I think felix LOVES holding hands and kisses on the cheek and little pecks but he’s very polite and respectful and thinks anything else should remain private. and since tamora is so bad at letting her feelings show she’s generally anti-pda, and it takes her a while to get used to felix reaching for her hand and stuff. but then I think they do reach a point where they have settled into and embraced their feelings for one another where they just forget all the common sense they previously possessed and become absolutely unbearable to be around. just constantly forgetting that they are in public and everyone can see them. it’s like they’re physically incapable of leaving it at one kiss, it always turns into several kisses which very easily becomes making out before they’ve even realized it. and I DO like to imagine them doing that absolutely insufferable couple thing where they’re leaned in close talking to each other in soft voices about how much they like each other, completely nauseating, why did you even leave the house to do this just stay home

[everkait]

i’ve recently come to the conclusion that, unfortunately, i’m panlix trash. and like, what am i supposed to do with that information? what am i supposed to do? this ship is dead. i’m literally 11 years late to the party. 5 days ago i didn’t even know felix fucking existed, let alone that someone shipped him with pan. the only reason why i was even thinking about getting back into ouat after an 8-year absence was peter pan and then suddenly felix is there and i’m like whattt? what- this wasn’t planned- this wasn’t supposed to happen. let me obsess over my little maniac child-kidnapping devil in peace felix, go away, we don’t want you here. but apparently we DO! goddamn it. now i don’t know which one i like more. is it the mischievous demon-kid or his most loyal and favourite lost boy? arrgh. the horror.

[crescentfool]

grocery boy (a splatoon oc animatic)

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[badoccultadvice]

While it's sort of fun to invent new recipes out of the dwindling ingredients we have left in the pantry, I think it would be more fun if you supported us on KoFi so that we can buy cat food, milk, and protein.

The state is dragging its feet on food stamps for no reason and my disability application is moving at the speed of molasses, otherwise I wouldn't even ask. But we could really, really, really use help right now.

[drummer-from-down-under]

Happy anniversary to my favourite episode of my favourite show!!!

[classicslesbianopinions]

hard agree w ur take on historical discussions around queer identity. I'm in English and we deal with similar stuff as I'm sure you know and it's exhausting. like yes, it's complicated! yes the words we have now didn't exist back then! but that doesn't mean we can't bring history into our present moment and discuss how it resonates!! i personally really resonate w medievalist Carolyn Dinshaw discussing queer touches across time in her work (esp in her 2012 book How Soon Is Now? for anyone interested), among others, but I've mostly explored this discussion in the Renaissance onward from a literary perspective. I'd love to know who else you're reading/thinking with on this subject, especially within classics!

i mean it's not my take, i just reblogged a post, i honestly haven't done that much reading/thinking about it except i guess i think arguing whether or not someone is gay or bi is maybe one of the least interesting ways to engage, whether they're a historical figure or fictional character or celebrity or whatever else. but like... despite the url, sexuality and gender identity in the ancient world isn't something i've spent a lot of time working with at this point, like i enjoy casual conversations about it and i'm sure i will eventually get really deep into it academically but i'm not there now. so while i do agree with that post i'm not necessarily the person to ask for more on the subject.

however the original post is by @kallistoi who may or may not have more to say on the subject, so i will redirect you to them and/or to anyone else who feels like they have something to add!

[fuwahua]

Hewwo hewwo! I request some dimiclaude with uhhhh hips for the spot? Maybe lee!claude? TYSM 🙏🏽✨

🎧 DAY 11 : HUG

Tags: Dimiclaude (FE3H), Post-war timeskip, Established relationship, cuddling

(Hewwo throwing some more FE your way!! Pretend this isn't super late omg but I hope you enjoy the little guys~ ꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱ )

There’s something magical about winter Faerghus at twilight. It’s the combination of dimming moonlight reflecting off the snow-covered grounds, broken only by the lanterns lit by the city’s dwellers, and the songs that travel the halls of the castle at dawn’s peak, illuminating the skies with not just the rising sun but the prayers of the people who inhabit it. A solid twenty or so minutes in which the kingdom entirely transforms.

“Come back inside, love. It’s cold out.”

It’s also right when Dimitri rises from bed.

Claude hums, unmoving from his perch at Dimitri’s balcony. When the Fodlan letter first arrived at his doorstep in Almyra, he’d thought the hallucinogens had finally kicked in—three years he’d spent working to rebuild his reputation after returning from Fodlan with his tail between his legs, only to be fed a golden spoon with the offer of an alliance across nations. He hadn’t responded at first, thinking it to be a prank, only for the second to come in. Sometime between the fifth and eighth letter and the third tightly packed bundle of dried pheasant jerky, Tiana convinced him to give the king a chance.

“Love?”

The poorly-hidden confessions in the letters might have played a role in that decision.

“Mmm, I hear you,” Claude says. The soft sound of Dimitri’s steps padding closer to him are gentle, so unlike the man who once stared him down the battlefield with vengeance burning in his eyes, yet no less genuine. Dimitri’s hand hovers over his waist, hesitant, until he leans back into it. Claude grins, eyes flicking up. “Morning.”

“Good morning,” Dimitri greets. His gaze roams from Claude to his kingdom and back, confusion evident. “Is there something the matter?”

“No. Nothing’s wrong.”

“Then why not come back inside? It’s cold out here.”

“It’s not that bad.”

“You’re shivering.”

Is he? Claude furrows his brows, concentrating on his grip on the balcony only to blink in surprise that he is. The waking sounds of the kingdom have blocked out the quiet clicking of his chattering teeth. That, and maybe he tends to get lost in thought more often these days. “Huh, so I am.”

“Claude. Come inside, please.”

“It’s fine, it’s fine,” he sighs, waving away Dimitri’s concern. He grins at the weary look on the other, huddling closer and pulling Dimitri’s arms tight around his middle. It’s a little unfair to take advantage of Dimitri’s morning cuddliness to his advantage, but a few hugs never hurt anyone. “You can just keep me warm like this, right?”

“This is hardly an appropriate—”

“Faerghus sure is pretty in the morning. It would’ve been nice to see this together back when we were students.”

Dimitri falls quiet at that. His exhale is gentle, a warm puff of breath that mists up the air before them, as they overlook the hustle and bustle of dawn. It might be pride in his nation, colored by Claude’s unsubtle compliment, that keeps him rooted, just as likely as it is affection. Secretly, he’d like it to be a bit of both. They stay like that, warmed by each other, before Dimitri speaks again. “As much as I’d love to spend the day with you here, I’m afraid that we have a diplomatic meeting scheduled for eight with the Archbishop.”

“Teach? They won’t mind if we’re late.”

“Lady Judith will be there as well.”

Yeesh. Claude grimaces, picturing the scowling woman’s face with ease. If she knew he was spending his morning cuddling with Dimitri instead of preparing for the new trade routes… yeah. No thanks. “Well, that doesn’t motivate me to get ready at all.”

Dimitri huffs a laugh at that, resting his head above Claude’s. His chin is less pointy now than it used to be, filling out in the years apart as the kingdom has come together; some bemoan the king’s formerly waifish junior self, but Claude much prefers him wider—well-slept, for one, and guilt-free in his indulgence. It’s what he’d wanted for the other back in Garreg Mach and he’d always believed in “better late than nothing”.

It’s with that thought that he reclines back, staring shamelessly at Dimitri’s face. Rounder cheeks, longer hair… most noticeably is his eyes, azure colored warm with affection and no longer the haunting, piercing gaze that once lingered around the prince. Some would say the king looks kinder now, sweeter.

If only they knew how sweet he could be. Claude reaches upwards to pull Dimitri down into a kiss, gentle; the other’s arms falling to settle on his hips and pull him back. He purses his lips, waiting, but—

“Ah! Hey now, careful.”

“Mm?”

“Your hands,” Claude points out, squirming as they ghost over the gaps of his corsetting, knuckles brushing the divots of his hips. “T-they’re distracting me.”

“Are they?” Dimitri asks, hair spilling over Claude’s shoulder as he hugs him tight, enveloping him with ease in his arms. He squeaks at the sudden, harder presses against his hips, fingers spreading in a gentle caress before rubbing deeper indents against him that has Claude squirming, laughter escaping him into the cold morning air. “I didn’t notice.”

Liar! “Dimihihehehetri! Stahahap—you’re tickling mehehehehe!”

“I’m just trying to help you warm up, love. You know I’d hate to let you freeze.” And oh, oh, that’s not quite fair, whispers of devotion against his ears even as betraying hands dig away at his weak points, digits burrowing beneath the wrinkled fabric and splaying wide as his cheeks flush red. Claude’s head shakes meekly, hands tugging away at Dimitri’s sleeves.

“I’m wahahahaharm!”

“You’re shaking, still.”

“Thahahahahat’s because eheheHEHE of you!”

Dimitri shakes his head regretfully, though the clear smile stretched across his face does nothing to convince Claude of his authenticity. “I promise I’ll leave you be if you come inside. And I’ll go out first to distract Lady Judith as well.”

Ooh, that little—if he weren’t too busy laughing his head off, he’d share certain words with Dimitri’s little promise. Unfortunately, Dimitri’s hands take that opportunity to pry under his coat, cold air tingling against his skin only to light up seconds later as fingers dig in.

Claude squirms, knees buckling, as Dimitri’s nails scratch at his weak points and leaves him breathless with protesting laughter. He feels like a wild wyvern, screeching and flailing in the air but ultimately unable to free himself from Dimitri’s tickling hug. That inability to move, and the reminder that he’ll be teased about this for eternity if Judith finds them in this position, finally breaks through. “I’ll gohahaHA IN! EnouGHAHAAHAA!”

A huff of air escapes Dimitri as Claude elbows him in the stomach, finally relinquishing his hold and chuckling as Claude takes the opportunity to hop out of his embrace, shooing him away with one hand. He raises his hands innocently, backing away when Claude’s eyes narrow towards him despite panting. “I… will get you… back.”

Panic flits by Dimitri’s face. “L-Love, I just—”

“After,” Claude adds, “our meeting with Byleth and Judith.” The panic almost seems to worsen as Dimitri realizes that he now has at least several hours’ worth of anticipation for Claude’s vengeance to unveil itself. It takes but a moment for Dimitri’s shoulders to sag, resigned to his fate; Claude grins at the sight, straightening up and smoothing down his coat before winking. “Don’t worry, I’ll be nice.”

“Truly?”

“Sure. I’ll make sure to warm you allll up.”

He laughs as Dimitri whimpers. Oh sweet, sweet revenge.

[deerlisteners]

thinking abt how felix derides the blind loyalty & chivalry of dedue & ingrid but his loyalty is so integral to his character that if he defects from the faerghan army he becomes basically aimless and gets generally worse endings…. how he admits that he’s become exactly what he couldn’t bear to see in dimitri…………….. & thinking abt how he refuses to entertain the idea of the dead having any bearing on reality to dimitri & ingrid but then when dimitri dies in non-AM routes felix is always thinking abt him (“could i have saved him? could i have stopped him?” + wanting to avenge him etc.)…….. & thinking abt how he acts all standoffish & like he doesn’t care but he painstakingly adapts his fighting style to complement those of his friends to keep them safe…….. what CAN’T he do

[one-blaze-of--glory]

i thought the 2013 youtuber x reader zombie apocalypse au fanfiction on quotev had non binary representation but no y/n was referring to her stupid fucking boyfriend with they/them because she didn't want to tell her youtuber guys she had a boyfriend I'm heartbroken

[a-being-of-pure-vitriol]

I'm sorry I somehow was not expecting Ty fucking Betteridge to say the words

"Chris is right Marissa, playing dumb doesn't suit me- do I look like a himbo?"

[iniziare]

Tag drop: Dorian Pavus

[sieglinde-freud]

just saw the feh banner and lmfao… yunaka you poor girl… where are your friends… who are these stuffy fodlan people… singlehandedly saved us from purely fodlan christmas give it up for her

[felixisfruity]

so my school is partnered with a college and we were touring part of it and learning about public safety careers today. but oh my GOD it was so hard to not comment on every thing said about cops

[blujayonthewing]

BBEG, doing a little straight-from-the-DM exposition: so, my whole deal is that I, Calla, was cursed by the goddess Suni, and now I'm seeking my vengeance upon her; I'm going to destroy her, because I hate her

limerick, the literal next session, explaining what we know so far to an NPC: we saw Calla again, she's been reborn somehow-- and also we learned her True Name, which is Suni

me: