#but i couldn't get it out of my head

[smilelikeawolf]

Gau Drashari made the Tree of Names for Avalir

The Tree of Names wrote a spell of protection on Exandria to protect it from the realms

Evandrin volunteered for Laerryn’s experiments with leylines, becoming anchored to another plane

The Tree of Names prevented Evandrin from returning to Exandria

Laerryn cast Blight on the Tree of Names to protect her friends

Evandrin’s face appeared in the tree at the moment of its destruction

Not much information of the Tree of Names survived the Calamity

Evontra’vir is known as the Great Tree of Atrophy

Its roots reach between the realms of life and death

Evontra’vir --- Evandrin Alterra of Avalir?

[allseeingharlequin]

Faroe: Uncle John?

John (staring at Arthur) : Yes dear?

Faroe: You like my dad the way my mom liked my dad... Don't you

John (looking down at her): ...... Your mom liked your dad???

[soupsandstars]

not sure if I'll ever get around to finishing this, but I had been listening to the frost on repeat

[nilshki]

do you regret saying yes?

[cannedkopi]

I should be finishing up "You are my eternal summer" or at least work on a new chapter of "Heaven is here if you want it".

Instead, I have just written the first 1k snippet of my yet unnamed vineyard/ winemaker Anthony AU which will fit into the story in chapter 4 or 5 at the earliest.

What is wrong with me?????

[sgtbradfords]

"It's nice that your voice was the first thing I heard today"

The cotton sheet covering Tim's body fell to his waist as he twisted to the right, propping his upper body onto one elbow. Inquisitively, he arched a brow as he spoke. "Were you expecting someone else?"

"No." He bit back his smirk as he watched Lucy's gaze wracked over his bare chest. The tip of her tongue darted out to wet her lips, before her grin grew into one that spanned from ear to ear.

Lucy stood at the foot of the bed, her hair cascading down her back in soft waves, clearly ready to head into work. She had chosen one of her newer tops that had become a favorite of his. It was black, polyester he thinks, and covered sporadically in sunflowers that highlights her curves. She had paired the blouse with one of her darker pairs of jeans, a pair that Tim wouldn't oppose in seeing on the bedroom floor again.

As always, she looked stunning.

"You know it's been proven that starting off the day with a compliment, can go along way."

"Are you implying that I'm not a friendly person?" He questioned as he brought his body forward, resting his elbows onto either of his knees.

Lucy's smile wavered ever so slightly as she rolled her eyes. But Tim knew better than to think it was because of his line of questioning. "No, I'm just saying that you've grown baby. We both have." She moved to sit down on the corner of the bed, her hand raising to take his jaw into her hand. It was impossible not to melt into her palm. "And that's a good thing, a great thing."

Tim isn’t obtuse. He knows he’s changed over the last few years. It’s not something he thinks about a lot; he doesn’t like to think about the man he used to be, even if that past will always be a part of him.

The woman in front of him calls it 'growth', which he thinks is putting it nicely. What he doesn’t think she realizes, though, is where, exactly, that change began. Somewhere in between then and now, the woman who once got under his skin, had started to make that same skin burn.

Turning his head, Tim's gaze held her own as he placed a soft kiss to the fluttering pulse of her wrist.

"We're going to be late." The reminder was soft, but it was one that he didn't need. There would always be something standing in the way; their jobs, an outing, a problem, the metaphorical clock handing over their heads.

But somethings mattered more.

She mattered more.

"I don't care."

Leaning forward, their lips came together in a long embrace, tongues sliding against each other in a slow tangle as his hands glided up and down her back before settling on her hips. Slowly, he eased his body backwards, Lucy following him every step of the way as his back fell against the mattress.

They arrived at the station only a few minutes late, but Tim didn't care, not when her voice was the first thing he heard in the mornings.

[rodneywaber-archive]

these tables are her corn

[plateauofmemories]

Xehanort: So, your name?

Black Cloak: What? But I just said- oh, nevermind. My name is *LOUD TRAFFIC NOISE*

Black Cloak: But you can call me MoM

[snailinjail]

Hera and Ahsoka

[philemonsdarling]

guess who bought a dress although she doesn't even wear dresses

[hansoeii]

butch wolverine, anyone?

[thetomorrowshow]

i ran out of space

[rageflippedtables]

I love the thought of Logan having tapetum lucidum...

[raynewolferune]

DC x DP Prompt: Bruce is bad at emoting but at least ghosts are empathic (too bad bat kids are not)

Was reading Twincognito on AO3 when I stumbled across this gem again:

~

" “Danny, Tim. I was just…checking in. Is everything alright?” Curse his inability to make meaningful conversation when it wasn’t a life or death situation.

They glanced at each other and shrugged.

Then Danny hauled himself out of the bed and walked over to Bruce.

Bruce tried not to let too much excitement show on his face. "

~

Now I really want to read a story where Bruce adopts Danny post Meta trafficking and is being his usual emotionally constipated self. His kids keep getting mad at him because he's treating their new meta brother who was trafficked poorly (generally being stilted in conversation with him, walking away hurriedly mid-conversation, avoiding Danny when he's feeling really awkward, etc). They think Bruce is discriminating against Danny for being a civilian, meta, dealer's pick, but really it's just Bruce being horribly socially awkward. Danny knows this because of ghost empathy and find the whole thing hilarious. The whole thing comes to a head with the Bat Kids staging an intervention in the Bat Cave.

[vanteaux]

Pride flag color picked from that one image in hbomberguy's plagiarism video

Edit: here's the version with more flags!

[izacore]

You remember Jane Austen? Yeah. I'm not gonna forget her in a hurry, am I? The brains behind the 1810 Clerkenwell Diamond Robbery. Brandy smuggler. Master spy. What a piece of work. She wrote books. Novels. Jane? Austen? Yes! Whoa, bit of a dark horse. Novels, eh? Yes. They were very good. Good Omens (2019-) || Pride and Prejudice (2005)