#begging for those scenes to make it

[stephofromcabin12]

God I love hapless confused but trying toddler dad Dionysus

Me reading pjo for the first time and getting pulled out of burnout by a deadbeat (but kinda not really) dad and his quiet love for his sons:

[thinwhitedoc]

THE RESPONDER | Martin Freeman as Chris Carson

[biillys]

and you— you were happy.

[crispyjenkins]

(AC wip) The Savage Price of Piety

it's desmond's deathday and i wrote like. 9,000 more words to this wip (first two parts here) last week and i want to brag about it, so happy deathday you wet bastard (mostly gen but with a surprise rarepair, time travel/reincarnation, found family, william miles’ a+ parenting, accidental subterfuge, desmond goes by miles mostly, inspired by study of flight by @esamastation but with a twist!, only somewhat historically accurate swears by which i mean probably not at all but leonardo had some Opinions alright) have some (three) chronological but scattered bits of scenes

  “Oh,” Claudia says as soon as she opens the door, seeing Ezio’s rather wretched expression, “you’ve figured it out, then.”

  “You could have told me,” he growls, following her into the entryway and closing the door behind himself. 

  Claudia scoffs, spinning on heel to lead the way further into the building for the kitchens. “I had one conversation with the boy, brother, I was hardly sure of it myself. Wait,” she halts and points a finger at him accusingly, “how did you figure it out?”

  Ezio, quite graciously he thinks, ignores the subtle insult to his intelligence. Sighing, he pushes back his hood before their mother sees him with it on indoors, and runs a hand over his beard. “I had Leonardo visit.”

  Claudia’s face slackens, before twisting into a rage that has Ezio stepping away warily.

  But she punches the wall instead of her brother, a shouted “Gods damn it!” echoing in the narrow space. Then she spins on her heel and hollers further into the residential part of the bordello, “Mother! We forgot about Leonardo!”

  Horrified by his sister and concerned for his mother’s current mental state, Ezio reaches out to put a hand on Claudia’s arm, but he doesn’t get the chance before Maria de' Auditore is shouting right back, “God damn it!”

  Grumbling, Claudia stomps down the hall and leaves a very confused Ezio hurrying to follow; she ignores all his pleas for explanation until she’s stomped into the kitchen, where their mother is pouring two very large glasses of wine, with very little water to cut down the potency. She passes one to Claudia silently, and then they both drink, though luckily they aren’t attempting to down it all at once.

  “I can’t believe we forgot the Maestro,” their mother mutters to herself as she comes over to kiss Ezio on both cheeks, before shoving the still mostly-full glass into his hands.

  “Forgot him for what?” Ezio wants to know, clutching the glass like a mother clutches a babe.

  “To test if Miles really is an Auditore.” It’s said so flippantly, like it doesn’t affect Claudia at all, but she also collapses into one of two chairs at the little tea table under the largest window. Their mother takes the other, massaging her forehead and looking like she’s grieving their family all over again.

  It occurs to Ezio, as he moves to stand next to the table, that she probably is.

--

“It’s all up to you now, Seventeen.”

  Desmond opens his eyes to the dark of the dormitory, faint moonlight cutting over the floor between his bed and Nino’s, and he can’t bring himself to move — even to roll off his arm that is very much still asleep. 

  Clay still haunts him.

  Five hundred fucking years, and his current twenty-four besides, and that fucker still won’t leave him alone. If Desmond were not so familiar with what an actual Bleed feels like, he’d almost think Clay is stuck in his brain the same way as his ancestors. Thank fuck he stopped Bleeding Ezio’s memories and feelings, while still retaining much of the training.

  Fuck, time travel is so weird.

  Or, reincarnation? He’s not sure of much, but he’s sure he was dead, he’s sure he burned, and he’s sure that though his 15th century mother had affectionately called him [redacted], his name is Desmond Miles.

  Or just Miles, he supposes. Sue him, he panicked when Adele first approached him, and the best aliases are ones you know you’ll respond to, right? If only he’d have had the forethought to divorce himself from his... future family’s surname.

  It sounds different enough with an Italian accent that it hasn’t caused any problems, yet. Like making him flinch. Or snapping that he hasn’t been a Miles since he was sixteen.

  Granted, he still has no idea what he would go by instead. Altaïr and Conner would feel weird, while Sef or Darim are just a bit on the nose, and does he look like an Edward? Malik, maybe. His grandmother here, now, is actually from the Levant, so his skin is certainly dark enough that people wouldn’t be surprised by the name.

Except that feels almost akin to naming himself Leonardo.

--

  So instead, Leonardo spends every spare moment with his best friend, sometimes to brainstorm, sometimes to simply be there for him. It’s during one of these visits, he and Ezio once again observing the youngest assassins in the training ring, that he hears Miles laugh for the first time, and it’s as if ice water has been poured directly into his veins.

  Oh fuck. Oh Saints, oh Holy Father, oh fuck.

  “Leonardo?” Ezio asks quietly, head tilted towards him in concern, but Leonardo ignores him to stumble for the bannister to lean over it and stare down at Miles learning a little jig from Tullio, laughing all the while.

  He had only heard it once, truth be told, and it had been Salaí that had caused it, but even three years later, Leonardo remembers the laugh of Rodrigo Borgia’s sinister little shadow.

  Below, Miles doesn’t stop smiling, but his golden brown gaze yanks up towards Leonardo as if knowing his thoughts are about him. His eyes narrow, then widen slightly in realisation, and then he winces and looks away, which is all the confirmation Leonardo needs.

  Turning around, Leonardo grabs a confused Ezio by the arm and drags him from the training room, ignoring his protests until they find the nearest empty room.

  “Leonardo, what—?”

  “Romulus.”

-

[fbfh]

good news wildcats, I'm finally watching hsmtmts s4. I just finished episode 1 and I am SCREAMING.

toxic ricky is back!!!!!!!!!!! unhinged unstable season 1 ricky my darling!!!! my beloved!!!!!!!!! my pathetic soggy prayers have been answered!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[carnivalls]

good morning. thinking again of juve and her dog

[roz-ani]

Okay, the last thing before I go to sleep. It’s such a small detail, but I’m obsessed with the little exhale Beelzebub does after Gabriel reveals he’s never gotten a gift from anyone before. I mean, it’s just so soft and awkward? 

Beelzebub’s face literally screams “Oh... Well, yeah... I’m just... I’m happy... to be... the first- yeah... Well, it’s a good thing” while Gabriel is clearly confused and was probably thinking everything through later on.

Moreover, if you pay closer attention to Shelley Conn’s eyes, you can see she’s not always looking directly at Jon Hamm in this scene.

LIKE AT THIS POINT I AM CONVINCED THAT BEELZEBUB EITHER FELL (hahaha) FIRST OR REALISED THEIR FEELINGS SOONER THAN GABRIEL

[compacflt]

for todays wip wednesday i thought it would be kind of fun to do a little wips vs final drafts post just to kind of illustrate how far back first drafts can really start. so following the famous 5+1 fanfic format (4+1 cause u can only post 10 pics on mobile)—four wips (left) & their related final drafts (right) + one that is still a wip (bottom two)

[bubblesthemonsterartist]

Wen Ying resigns himself to having ~feelings~ for Shouxue with a sort of "this would have happened anyway" vibe (a modern AU would be lovely, but an in-universe also sounds great if you'd prefer that more!)

Also, as someone who's starved for Raven of the Inner Palace fic, I think you're a godsend btw

“Hey roomie—” Whatever he was going to say is abruptly aborted, Dan Hai’s large dog-like eyes rounding above a frown. “Aww, what’s wrong, buddy?”

“I don’t want to talk about it.” Wen Ying drags himself across the apartment, joints collapsing in on themselves and landing him face first onto the couch.

Dan Hai folds himself over the back of the couch, crowding his space specifically in the way Wen Ying would prefer he does not. “What is it? Something wrong with your squish?”

Wen Ying sighs. Dan Hai’s skills of perception are truly unfair.

“Hmm? What was that? What did you say?”

Wen Ying pulls himself up from the couch cushion, takes a deep breath, and confesses his sins. “I masturbated yesterday.”

The pause is too long, the silence too thick for a man who habitually does not know how to shut up. When he looks up, Dan Hai’s startled expression is waiting for him. “Were you, like, thinking of her? I hate to inform you of this, but that’s pretty standard.”

This is what his life has come to. Getting life advice from this heathen who doesn’t even appreciate the skill it takes to properly play the clarinet.

[fantastic-nonsense]

I will not survive SAB S2 if this is a flashback scene to Kaz giving Inej Sankt Petyr and Inej threatening to use it on him

[immamapletreekid]

i need an entire movie or even better an entire season of just the fukurodani vs mujinazaka match

[solcarow]

orv adaption announcements …………..

[dent-de-leon]

playing Astarion's romance and rewatching Vanitas has given me so many vampire writing thoughts--

[whileyoureinschoolidothisallday]

Me: -excited to join the mentorship discord-

Me: -everyone in the YA tag IMMEDIATELY devolves into YA shouldn't be having so much sex in it-

Them: The last book I read had an 18YR OLD protag and their hobby was READING smutty books (I want to emphasize that the issue wasn't that they were watching porn, or even having sex, it was them READING porn. at 18) NOBODY does that at that age! I mean I read fanfiction but not amazon kindle stuff that doesn't count

Me: ....-closes discord-

[candyriku]

finally getting a chance to work on chapter 15 today :-)

[opens-up-4-nobody]

Listen. Probably my favorite thing about The Terror is that because the story is one planned out season, the arcs and parallel scenes are set up so cleanly and nicely that it echos.