#brave is the heart that loves

[stardust948]

Dragon Zuko greeting Katara vs Dragon Azula greeting Sokka

[arkadiastackie]

…this moment

…is just the new version of this one

[carebeardean]

Charles has always left Edwin little notes slipped between the pages of his favorite books, in his science equipment, places he knows Edwin loves. Just silly things—post its that say “hi Edwin :)”. doodles of Edwin with his nose stuck in a book. reminders to stock up on wolfsbane. but.

Then, post canon, Edwin tentatively starts dating people. And it’s ridiculous, because Edwin’s right there, all the time, but Charles..misses him a bit. And his heads a mess, and he can’t sort out what the hell he’s feeling most of the time, and whenever he tries to say any of it out loud it comes out rubbish.

So. He writes down some of the shit he can’t say right, and because he’s a coward, hides them so he doesn’t have to see Edwin’s face when he reads them.

then Edwin starts writing back.

Neat lilac blue little envelopes appear in Charles coat pockets. In his bag. Once, in his shoe? Some nights, Edwin will clear his throat and mention something from a letter, offhand, like they’re just picking up conversation, and Charles can pretend they are. That they always have talked about the basement, the belt, the nameless fear that chokes him every time Edwin walks out the door with someone else on his arm.

Sometimes he can’t. The words get stuck in his throat. Edwin’s not mad, he’s maddeningly, stubbornly kind about it, which is worse.

Some nights they trade. A secret for a secret. Charles learns about the novels Edwin used to hide under his mattress, about all the lonely years before Charles got there. About Simon.

Meanwhile, Edwin is losing his mind, because Charles has accidentally stumbled onto what was a fucking courting ritual in his time. Love letters were something engaged couples treasured for years, kept and reread over and over. (Edwin does. keep them in a special box, will take one out and trace the words, tuck it in his breast pocket for courage).

Edwin would rather have to reattach a limb again than lose Charles trust, all the dark and beautiful things he shares with Edwin only. He knows—knows Charles doesn’t mean to make him fall more in love with him.

[wanderlust-in-my-soul]

With my head against his chest, as breath entered his body, I remembered that I was breathing too. How long had it been since I’d taken a deep breath? ― S.D.G., Naked

ThamePo Heart That Skips A Beat

Boys Be Brave!

My Only 12%

Unintentional Love Story

I Feel You Linger In The Air

A Tale Of Thousand Stars

Sonnet 18

We Are

Love For Love's Sake

ThamePo Heart That Skips A Beat

Favorite hugs (Part 5/?) as part of my favorite bl-tropes collection, as always in no particular order.

[catscraftsandcommentary]

I'm rereading Must Brave The Thorns after @inexplicifics published her new fic in that AU'verse, and I had a thought -

What if the peace treaty between Redania and the Wolfblood had required a wolfblood bride marrying a Redanian nobleman?

I know this wouldn't work for MULTIPLE plot reasons, shhh, let me have my silly idea for a moment...

And which Redanian nobleman can be counted upon to ALWAYS need another wife?

Fucking DUKE VELEN.

Now, there are only a few female wolfblood, and even fewer who aren't already partnered (RIP Serrit gutting Velen the first time he grabs her ass, you were SUCH a lovely daydream)...but Dragonfly is single. And a close friend of Lambert's, which means Geralt and Eskel are probably fond of her.

So Dragonfly gets to court, dealing with everyone being rude and dishonest with her, but keeping her temper because the Wolf (who is Lambert's brother, fuck, poor Lambert...) asked her to.

But then...the king and her new so-called husband are acting very suspiciously about her being a Cat. So she asks who else they've met, and they LIE. Blatantly, to her face, lie.

Clearly they don't know about her truth-scenting. Maybe she'll keep that to herself.

She does a little snooping, as any Cat would, and discovers that the king - and Duke Velen, the slimy asshole - often visit the queen's dowry house. (Queen Adelina is actually quite pleasant. Very quiet and not very happy, but a pleasant person.)

Luckily for Dragonfly, they have a visit planned soon - a mockery of a honeymoon. (Who goes on honeymoon with their NEPHEW the KING?!? Duke of fucking Velen, apparently.) So she'll have a chance to snoop.

Needless to say, once she reaches the basement, her plans to snoop quietly go RIGHT OUT THE FUCKING WINDOW, YOU TORTURING BASTARDS.

She steals a carriage for Aiden, and after a moment's thought, loads up the newly-widowed queen and her favorite lady-in-waiting. She's not going to let the backstabbing assholes of the Redanian court kill the only two decent ladies in the whole damn country.

(Aiden is VERY glad to see his sister again, is very confused by the elegant ex-queen, and rather charmed by the young...he thinks she's named Milena? Very gentle hands, at least.)

Then they reach Kaer Morhen and all hell breaks loose.

[duahauuoplanh]

Thomas and his love for Lizzie

[oneroomjestershow]

Loved in every universe

[lotus-pear]

rewatched madoka magica again today bc i fucking hate myself and to absolutely no one’s surprise i went through all five stages of grief in a single evening

[gdmtblr]

Without exception, we all grow old and lose many things. Things change, we can do nothing about it.

But as we age, our appearance seems to decline, yet at the same time, our inner selves become fuller. So many wonderful experiences beautifully illuminate the path we have traveled. Even if it will end someday, our life's journey continues until then.

Dear my buddy, Hug. You and I are still alive.

So let's walk together on this our beloved Green Road. As long as possible.

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Dear my Tumblr's friends.

Sorry for not posting or contacting you for so long.

From May to June, Hug wasn't in the best of health, but on the days when she was feeling well, she was in a good mood and could enjoy long walks. However, now that July has come and the hot weather has continued day after day, she has lost her energy again. Then in August, she developed an acute inflammation accompanied by a high fever, and was temporarily in critical condition.

Fortunately, she recovered, but after extensive medical examination, it was discovered that Hug had a malignant disease. (This was very brutal results, as a regular health check-up in early spring had shown no problems…) And for several reasons, it seems unlikely that she will ever be cured completely, so she will have to live with this nasty disease.

Currently, her condition is very calm. And today, she has safely reached her 14th birthday, which brings me great emotion. Seeing her smile so broadly makes me really really happy and I can't help but express my heartfelt gratitude.

“It is not length of life, but depth of life.”

 -Ralph Waldo Emerson

This is a phrase I always hold dear, and DOGS live in the “NOW” without worrying about the future. While respecting such dog's way and dignity, I continue to stay close Hug's life.

Happy birthday, Hug!

You keep a smile on your face no matter what the situation.

I am always saved by you, my sweet dear❤️

大変ご無沙汰しております。

春先以降もハグの体調があまり芳しくなく、長らくTumblr活動��お休みしてしまいました。８月には高熱を伴う���性の炎症を起こし、一時は危ない状態にまで陥ったハグですが、回復したのちに不調の原因を探るため色々な検査をしたところ悪性の疾患に罹っていることが判明しました。春に受けた定期健康診断では特に問題がなかったので、それはとても残酷な結果であり、またいくつかの理由から完治のためのハードルが高く、今後はその厄介で忌まわしい病と折り合いをつけながら暮らしてゆくことになります。

幸い、現在は落ち着いた状態を保てており、本日無事に14歳の誕生日を迎えられたことを心からうれしく感じています。どんなときも絶やすことなく僕に向けてくれる彼女の笑顔は本当に宝物でしかありません。

この先は、いつまた身体の変化が悪い方に転んでしまうのか明確には予想がつかないものの、14歳の一年はきっと大きな試練が待ち受ける年になるでしょう。しかし元々イヌの〈犬生〉が短いことは自明であって、だからこそ僕が常々大切にしてきたのは“どのくらい生きるか”ではなく“どのように生きるか”、すなわち犬生の「長さ」ではなく「深さ」なので、今後もその考えを更に強く胸に抱きながら、ハグとともに僕らの愛するグリーン・ロードを一歩一歩踏みしめつつ、「いま」「この瞬間」を楽しみ、ひたすら歩いてゆくだけです。

https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=_JOemyYBm_8

[bekolxeram]

Everyone decides to be sad about Tommy spending the holidays alone today. I just want to say, I hate you all. Especially @mmso-notlikethat with this post. As payback for making me cry my way into insomnia, I wrote this on my phone instead of sleeping.

By the time he knocks on the door, Tommy still has no idea what to expect. “Wear something nice, we’re celebrating tonight,” that’s the only instruction he’s received from Evan, his boyfriend once again. Tommy can’t help but smile at the mere thought of finally allowing himself to say that name.

He has a burgundy dress shirt on with a pair of light grey slim fit pants. Simple, but elegant, hopefully properly dressed for this undisclosed commemoration. March is not known for its holidays, so what’s the occasion that calls for such festivity? They did meet last March at the cruise ship rescue, maybe that was it? Or perhaps Evan is having some sort of career advancement? They’ve been back together for just a few weeks, there’s simply not enough time for Tommy to catch up on Evan’s ever so eventful life. To that, Tommy silently mourn the time they’ve lost, due to his own cowardice.

“Hey — Hey,” Evan takes a step outside of the door to greet Tommy with a quick peck on the lips. Tommy lets the younger man drag him into the loft without much reaction, because he’s still confused by the sight in front of him: Evan in his usual navy blue button up, dark jeans and… a Christmas hat?

Inside the loft is a jumble of sparkly festive decorations. To his left, he sees “Happy Birthday Tommy”; to his right, “Merry Christmas”; and deeper into the living space, “Happy New Year”.

“Jee and Mara helped setting these up,” Evan says while taking half of a roast turkey out of the oven. “This one is from Bobby. He said half a bird is enough for the two of us, if we don’t want to suffer through leftover for the next 7 days.” He then sets the tray next to some roasted vegetables and a casserole. “The casserole is from Chimney, but I’m pretty sure it’s Maddie’s recipe. Hen got you a cake. I think she said something about being sure you would like it. We can have it for dessert. Oh, and the champagne is from…”

“Eddie, because he can’t cook.” Tommy cuts in.

“Exactly!”

“Evan, what’s going on here?”

Evan steps closer, taking both of Tommy’s hands into his own, “You told me the other day that you spent your 40th birthday alone… I only realized later that you were probably on your own for the entire holiday season, Thanksgiving, Christmas, New Year, Valentine’s Day. I know it doesn’t come close to the real thing, but I was thinking maybe we could make up for a few key moments that we missed.” He dims the lights in the loft with a remote control and fiddles with something on the dining table. Suddenly, the whole room is lit up with colorful patterns and twinkling stars. “I couldn’t get any firework around here, so I borrowed this star projector from Christopher.”

“Oh… Evan,” Tommy sighs, eyes already hazy with tears.

“I’m not asking you to move in with me or to make major commitments. I’m not asking for anything in return at all. This is… a promise, from me to you. No matter what happens, what becomes of us in the future, I’ll be there when you need me, we all will.”

Evan says earnestly, with utmost conviction in his tone. The clarity in his eyes reminds Tommy of that day at the café terrace, almost a year ago. “I just want you to know, Tommy, you’re no longer alone.”

A few drops of tears escape Tommy’s eyes, but before he can respond, Evan pulls out a mistletoe from his pocket and dangles it over their heads.

“You have to kiss me now.” Evan says with a cheeky grin. Tommy waits no time to capture those smiling lips with his own, kissing him with all the love and gratitude in his heart.

“I love you, Evan. I’m so lucky to have you.” Tommy pulls him into a warm embrace.

“I love you too.” Now it’s Evan’s turn to tear up.

Tommy pulls back a little and asks, “hey, would you mind if we celebrate Valentine’s Day first?”

“Oh, you mean you’re interested in the Valentine’s Night activity?”

“Depends on what you have in mind.”

“Come upstairs. I’ll show you.”

[giotanner]

Sergeant John "Soap" MacTavish knows what sacrifice and compromise is all about, but he is still the youngest SAS soldier on Task Force 141 (SUPPORT my entire video on tiktok please)

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[stardust948]

🌹

The first day of spring was in itself a holiday in the Hong household. As the snow melted and flowers slowly blossom, life returned to the mountain cabin as well. Ozai was relieved to survived another long winter. Though it was much better this year thanks to the Imiqs, he was ready to interact with his family more. Which therewithin lied the problem.

Ursa had not woken up yet.

[arkadiastackie]

yeah we truly were in paradise that night

[sunshinemakesmesleepy]

I love that Murph’s secret mission throughout the final arc of campaign 3, has been to seduce Callie with one of his many npcs, so that she can FINALLY move on from glen, and Callie just REFUSES to take the bait like at all, bc she’s all bout that single girl era, and only into ppl who are slightly toxic for her, but murph as the lawful good paladin he is REFUSES to play into that

So long story short, we have a dm who is DESPERATELY trying to seduce his irl wife of over 10 years’ PC, in an effort to encourage character growth, but the wife is exclusively attracted to city pidgeons and hot ppl who are slightly toxic, so he keeps failing to get her hooked on anybody other than the singular npc he made specifically to be hot, toxic, and slightly pathetic.

And tbh I love it. I need more.

[axwaitaru]

My Shounen Brave illustration in this special day🌿✨✨

[the-bi-space-ace]

Echo is proof that someone out there cares. There will always be people who care and will fight the good fight and will come when they are called. They will go where there are needed. Someone out there is seeing injustice in the world and is doing the work to ensure that as many people as possible can be saved, can be given a chance at a life.

Despite the fact that he's suffered so much already he didn't hang it up and check out. He knows suffering, understands it, and never wants it to happen to anyone else. Everything he went through never made him cold or callous. It didn't make him apathetic to the plight of others. Instead his suffering only made him kinder, stronger, wiser. He knew the clones were suffering and instead of hiding, instead of checking out when he could have, he decided he was going to rescue them. Someone came for him when he needed them. He will do the same for others. And he's connected to a whole network of clones fighting for the same thing. Forming a community, protecting people, creating a life for the clones and making that possible even in incredible dark times.

That feels really difficult to believe sometimes. That someone out there does actually care and will actually do something. But those people exist. There are more of them than you think.

Echo is proof that good still exists. That someone will be in your corner. That no matter what happens you'll always have an ally who will risk everything to give others a chance to survive. The clones have always been such a main focus for him, people he cares so deeply about. He could never sit idly by and let them be experimented on and die at the hands of the empire.

In a galaxy that has forgotten about the clones Echo never has.