#bless his cotton socks!

[cadillacjohnf1]

The drivers' association letter in a nutshell:

[aduckwithears]

Aziraphale and his slightly too big, very convincing Reporter disguise.

Little things to love about Good Omens S2 (27/?) - Masterpost

[bird-inacage]

A Fortpeat Gifset | The Casting of Sky + Prapai (December 2021)

Fort: "I met him on casting day. I didn't know he received the role of Sky. I realised that he was my partner for the afternoon casting. He was cute.

Interviewer: When was the magic moment?

Fort: I guess it would be the moment I touched Peat's cheek.

And the rest was history.

[nic-coughlan]

it just gives:

it was at this moment he knew...

HE FUCKED UP

[backjustforberena]

Series finale next week and I know what we're all thinking: Is Corlys ever going to man up and claim his sons?

[nufc-carraville]

You love him anyway, Gary

[dragon-ashes1485]

Reassuring to know that even Elves have awkward smiles

"Help this is so awkward why won't these dwarves give me personal space Durin hates me why does he hate me what is happening why is that dwarf screaming at me m8 calm your plimsolls I just want to talk to my chum."

[loudcackles]

If grown man, why insane puppy eyes?!?

[zuppizup]

Gotta say, love that Karim keeps trying to attack his fire-proof sister with fire.

[christiangeistdorfer]

teammates JIM CLARK & TREVOR TAYLOR sharing a joke with team boss COLIN CHAPMAN during the 1962 ITALIAN GRAND PRIX

[lilianhuas]

“I know it’s only episode one, but Fang Duo Bing already looks like he’s one cup of tea away from calling Li Lianhua his Zhiji 知己 and following him around for the entire drama.” - my best friend watching mlc for the first time today.

[helianskies]

How about #23 for UKSpaFr? It could be a love triangle 🤭

okay so,, not really gone for love triangle but it is definitely frukspa what a lovely decision hehe

Reunited

“He should be out of there by now. What’s taking so long?”

“Yeah, but don’t forget he’s also probably waiting for luggage, and there’ll be a queue at border control. His flight only landed half an hour ago.”

Francis gives a tut and begins to hold himself. While he looks cold, it is probably because he wants a hug that is likely still waiting to have its passport checked. Arthur would have… offered him some kind of comfort, if he had even the slightest belief Francis would accept it. But he wouldn’t. So he doesn’t.

“I wish he’d picked an earlier flight,” Francis rattles on, starting to slowly pace, two steps one way, two steps back. “You are sure you’re happy to drive back?”

“Of course,” Arthur replies. His eyes do not leave the exit from customs. “It’s not too far.”

“Only an hour and a half,” the other scoffs, and then sighs. “I hope he’s eaten something for dinner. La cuisine est fermée. It’s too late to cook him anything decent.”

“Good job I shoved some snacks into the car, then,” Arthur supposes, mustering up a smile. He looks at Francis, who has returned his gaze to the doors as another small flock of people start to emerge. Another wave of disembarked passengers. “He’ll be here soon,” he assures him. “I mean, he could be on the loo for all we kn—”

“Antoine!”

“Francis!”

“Arthur!” the same blond cheers quietly, as Antonio comes hurtling down the ‘departures only’ zone, and launches himself at Francis.

He’s used to such scenes. They have always been very hands-on in that way. Arthur prefers to do so in private. Though, even he has to admit, it does make him happy to see Antonio be swept off his feet for a rather dramatic spin, which makes him give a little surprised scream before demanding he be put down. The way he gives Francis’ arm a light smack for the move is rather entertaining.

“No picking me up, I’ve told you before,” Antonio finishes chiding Francis, although he is smiling, as is Francis (as is Arthur). And then he turns to the other. His smile grows. Arthur’s heart leaps and bounds. “Are we doing hugs, too?” he asks. “Or would you rather wait?”

Arthur is unsure at first. There are a lot of people around, a lot of eyes, a lot of noise. A hug sounds good. Frankly, given that he has just had to go two weeks without one from Antonio, a hug sounds great. Antonio has been away seeing family, and, even though he has had Francis and Francis is just as loving and doting, Antonio is—

“Hug it is!”

“O-Oh— Uh—” 

It seems, in the end, he has had no choice in the matter.

(But, secretly, that’s okay.)

“I’ve waited ages for this,” Antonio tells him as he practically swings from Arthur’s neck. He presses a hasty kiss—a big fat smooch—to the blond’s face, before he pops back off, pinches Arthur’s cheeks in greeting, and then says to them, “I’ve missed you. Both of you,” as he makes grabby hands towards both of them—a sign for them to each take a hand.

Dutiful as ever, both Francis and Arthur obey.

“So,” Francis says, as he takes Antonio’s luggage in his free hand and gestures for the three of them to head for the exit, “you survived your little family gathering?”

“Only just!” Antonio remarks with a soft snort of laughter. “I tell you what, I’m glad to be back. Which I didn’t expect to say, considering it’s absolutely heaving it down outside, but… well, you know what family’s like.”

Arthur hums. “Tolerable for five minutes, before they’re doing your head in?”

“Yeah. But,” Antonio then presses, tugging the pair of them closer to him as they pass through the building’s exit and out to the fresh (and wet) air, “I really am happy to be back home.” 

He looks between them both, and then gives Arthur the same kind of kiss on the cheek as before, before then giving Francis the same treatment. He breathes in England, embraces the cooler climate and shakes off that of his native Iberia, and, as though a switch has flicked in his brain, he suddenly asks:

“I don’t suppose you brought any food with you, did you? The coffee on the plane was awful, and I didn’t have time to grab anything at the airport before my flight…”

Arthur shares a look with Francis—one of amusement, one that says ‘I told you so,’ (which earns him rolling eyes, a lop-sided smile)—and he assures Antonio that, yes, there’s food in the car. 

“Oh, I love you!” Antonio proclaims in turn, squeezing both of their hands. “You have no idea how much that means to me!”

“Yes we do,” Arthur and Francis remark in unison, however; Antonio gives a laugh, suggests they head for the car before he takes his hunger out on them and gobbles them both up (affectionately, with kisses, because he loves them so, so much, he clarifies).

The car drive back is easy and pleasant, even in the rain. Arthur is kept happy by Antonio’s contagious enthusiasm, telling them both about his holiday in between snack breaks. Francis checks in on him every now and then, too (at one point, his hand comes to rest on Arthur’s as it sits on the gearstick, and a quick glance shows that Francis, too, is happy). 

And by the time the three of them get back, it’s dark, it’s cold, it’s miserable outside. But when they step back through the front door, all they feel is a restored warmth and comfort, knowing they are all finally home again.

[ ficlet collection is here on ao3! ]

[ingravinoveritas]

David in Georgia’s stories today watching the game and not knowing a single thing about what’s happening but he would only go along to Wimbledon because Michael enjoyed going and was into sports. Bless his heart.

Love that I got some Wimbledon Anons today, which I think has to be a first for this blog. Haha. Anon #2, I think that certainly is a possibility. To my knowledge, in the book, Rivals does contain a lot of tennis (and apparently a naked tennis match? Let's hope that got filmed, oh, yes...), so it would make sense for David to have been at Wimbledon to learn and prepare for filming. This is further validated given that this picture with the Rivals cast appears to have been taken at the tournament today:

David playing tennis in Rivals? It's more likely than you think...

Anon #1: I'm assuming this is in response to what I wrote here about Michael and David going on a date to Wimbledon, and it's utterly delightful. I feel as though you've given me license to elaborate, so I am happy to do exactly that. Let's first get the picture of David up from Georgia's story, for those who haven't seen it:

I love this and your comments so much because it makes me think of David on The Last Leg, and how he talked about his entire lack of understanding of football is probably also how he talks about tennis:

(You watch the games and see the men in their shorts running around? Yes. Yes, you do, David...)

But to what you've described, Anon #1, I could absolutely see David agreeing to go to Wimbledon with Michael just because he knows Michael enjoys sports. I think they would make such a fetching couple at the tournament, too, with David in that gorgeous floral shirt and jacket/trousers. I've given some thought to what Michael would wear, and for whatever reason, my mind immediately went to the "sporty" outfit that Miles had on in Bright Young Things:

I feel like I could see Michael in a slightly more "mature," modern version of this. So, probably no hat, and perhaps wearing these sunglasses instead, but yes to the ribbed turtleneck jumper (and possibly a solid color version of the gingham jacket--unless Michael was feeling extra fancy) and no overcoat, since it's summer out.

Yes, I could certainly picture Michael and David sitting in the stands, Michael animatedly explaining every play and point to David as David just sits there looking at him completely smitten, far more enamored with Michael's excitement than the game itself. And of course, Michael giving David only the vaguest instructions for obtaining food at the snack bar and David coming back looking adorably bewildered with an armload of miscellaneous treats and Michael falling even more in love with him for it.

It truly is nice to think about, that is for sure. And I do still think David probably didn't absorb much more than "men running around in shorts" from Wimbledon, but bless him for giving it his all. Haha. Thanks for writing in, Anons! x

[bird-inacage]

Dead Friend Forever | Fuaiz Thanawat as "My Little One" White

[zalimbane]

❝ oh, boy ！a VISIBLE LANDMINE ！i bet my buddy gort left this here for me. :~) ❞ approaches it like a little rodent spotting cheese in a mousetrap.

(  watching  ,  both  in  awe  and  speculation  )      ❝  just  according  to  the  plan  .  ❞      (  lets  hope  puck  can  dodge  shrapnel  .  )

[adaines-furious-feast]

When I say I will never make an optimised character, this is what I mean:

Dottie (acoc oc) - has chronic pain, must role every day to see if that flares up, causing limited movement and disadvantage on dex checks, has a negative strength modifier, multi-classes as a cleric that cannot heal.

Brookwise (Baron's party) - halfling barbarian, which every single guide says is stupid and do not do it

Davey (Baron's party) - the only healer in the party is an artificer. Also he cannot speak and the whole party are learning a new language to resolve this communications problem

Ruby (Baron's party) - not exactly unoptimized but in a party where half of them are under 4ft tall, why is the rogue a human? Why not I guess?

Danny (over in the rp) - thinks he's a wizard. Definitely isn't. I've not exactly rolled out his stats but he definitely has a negative insight modifier (I love him)

And these are people I created from nothing. None of them had to be this much of a mess. I guess I'm a writer and not playing the game, and it's more fun to have these characters that should not be any good to play with when you're just putting them in scenarios and don't have to play by the rules. But I do, I do love them all.