#but today is not the day

[babutiny]

Like father, like son

[bre4yd]

Just having a relaxing swing by the flower fields

[nasirsagron]

Re-reading CaPri and realizing why it makes me emotional all the time is because for who they are Damianos and Laurent should only bring the worst in each other, they should destroy each other with every chance they have but actually it is the opposite.

They grow, they get better and they finally get to be loved and love as they deserve.

[tragicotps]

Modern Masriel AU

[per1w1nkl3]

i love how kirk steps off the transporter in mirror mirror and looks at evil spock with a beard like 'am I scared or horny'

[meindraws]

Sketch study

[mjfass]

[nicotinaddict]

[gomzdrawfr]

Sometimes the best thing is made when one is sleep deprived

@bressynonym and me have been messing around in magma hghhdndjdj

[the-kingshound]

a very happy santa lucia to you, thank you for all the angst 😭 i need all the sweets to get thru

Same to you, darling anon!

[therelentless]

GOOGLE SEARCH;; - how to act normal? - how often should i blink? - what am i supposed to say after i say whats up and they say not much? - how close is it normal to stand? - am i offputting?

🦇🦇🦇                                                     { personals do not reblog }

[beatrizamante]

_Shooting Star

Lara is still frozen in front of her ajar apartment door, mouth slightly agape. The passing night breeze slits through her nightwear since she didn’t bother to change into something presentable. No one was expected tonight and the gang isn't used to seeing her in short tank tops and hot pants, so as long as it isn't the gang, it’s alright. The cold winds seem to caress her naked skin, but for some reason, none of that chill seeps in. 

No, her eyes are locked in certain burnt umber ones. She was too concentrated when the bell rang, still calculating equations when she climbed down her just inherited new apartment, trying to find a path through the mess. Many things were bought, hanged and taken care of, but the place was still chaotic, especially because she was also transforming her old Pa’s apartment into a study for astronomy and physics. Well, as much as she could without having government funding and just enough that was still cozy to live in. 

The scientist, though, was not expecting a visitor. A Mal visitor. And he does not look happy. 

He still wears his diner apron, the red fabric billowing with the wind, but he’s sporting his biker pants and sleeveless gray shirt. It is a weird combination and the fact that he’s holding a delivery bag while looking at her like that makes all those times she felt weird so much more meaningful. His brunette hair is disheveled, probably from taking off his helmet in a hurry. And he had this look… Jaw set in a way that Lara could bet that, in the correct lightning, that prominent scar would show. There was no customer veneer to him today, nor the charisma he would usually sport when talking to her. 

There was only an… intensity. His brows were furrowed and mouth set in a dangerous grin. She couldn’t read exactly anger, but maybe frustration? Oh, frustration! The taunt lines of his body exuded that. It wasn’t dangerous, just… very intense. 

Did she do something? 

Think, Lara, think! 

Oh… Well, she did… avoid?... The diner… for two days.

Hey! Lara needed to think, ok? A lot of things were happening and Fernweh was loading a whole set of problems onto her. Especially these… feelings. HOW DOES ONE DEAL WITH IT? The doctor has to think. Sit with these thoughts and really think about them. 

But that couldn’t make Mal this mad, could it? It was only two days.

I have no intention of letting you go. 

Hm, maybe it could. 

Welp, at least they could talk!... She hopes?   

“Mal…”, her voice is very soft with wonder, unintentionally cutting him when he’s about to speak. The bag crinkles at his closed first, blood seeping from his fingers as the skin turns pale. Lara can almost hear his teeth grinding against his skull. Ops. “... Sorry. I didn’t ask for any deliv- I mean! I’m happy to see you, I’m just confused? Can we talk… privately? I think I left my card upstairs. ”, her face flushes, her pulse spikes so much that she worries if a heart attack is on the way. He must find something in her expression that makes him soften. She’s trying to give him an excuse to get upstairs to a private conversation. There’s no hesitation when the waiter steps forward. He’s done waiting. No excuses tonight.

“The delivery was already paid on your behalf, Charmer. Looks like your sweetest friend was worried that you vanished from the world of the living.”, he shadows her steps and, as Lara looks over her shoulder, shivers welcome her. “But I can take these up for you. After all, you’re not very good at holding onto things.”

Lara cocks her head his way, raising her brows. He’s repeating what he told her at the lake, that fateful night. Her waiter loves to recall his own sentences, doesn’t he? She chuckles slightly at that. It was a good one, after all. Lara can feel her marked left hand warm up even without his touch. She wonders what kind of magic he suffused in it, connecting them. 

The door behind them is closed with a click of finality, but her mind couldn’t be giving less fucks about that.

“Don’t mind the mess, I’m still decorating and making it usable for work.”, she exhales. It has been a tiring process, especially with her mind being the mess it has been these last few days. Her heart was beating so fast. The butterflies in her stomach were enraged. MalinmyapartmentMalinmyapartment. 

It takes her back to these last days. Is it what it means to care for someone romantically? Lara can say she likes likes him, but can she believe she loves him? That’s not something she can answer, but it’s undeniable how the doctor craves time with the waiter, how she loves hearing his voice or seeing him working on his bike. True, she still knows very little about him, but it makes her happy that Mal can smile, really meaning it, when they talk. When they hang out together… WHY DOES THAT MAKES HER HEART BEAT SO FAST? She’s already aware of it, alright? No need for this! 

And the shivers? How does his voice seem to caress her neck whenever he speaks with her? It’s not something she can keep giving excuses for. No, it’s not the cold weather. It’s not the electromagnetic fields.

She can’t keep staring at his hands or lips anymore, it’s humiliating. 

The climbing is silent, broken only by their steps and Lara’s own uncontrollable heartbeat. She feels like a rabbit, but doesn't dwell on it. Talking with him about the thoughts of these last few days is way more important now, and Lara knows it. There’s one doubt in her mind, though, that she has to voice. “Is this place safe to talk?”

 Her voice sounds delicate as Mal crosses the threshold of her apartment, absorbing every detail as if he needed to burn it in his memory. The walls further from the windows sport midnight blue wallpapers filled with charting in silver and gold. The kitchen aisle was reformed and thousands of extra-small tiles that seemed to form a blue and green nebula were lightened by soft orange lamps.

  The old windows were removed and now wall-sized ones showed the verdant horizon of Fernweh. Heavy gray curtains could be used if Lara needed more privacy. Her trusty telescope was set in one of the windows overlooking the more wild side of the town. 

Adjacent to it, there was a whole set of modern lab equipment that Lara was still unpacking, a seemingly futuristic laboratory of calculators, monitors and sensors. Fairy lights that looked like twinkling stars were hung in perfect cuts and sizes. 

The whole place seemed like either a sci-fi lab or an old astronomer’s tower.

“I took care of it, you don’t need to worry tonight, Charmer.”, his voice resonates against the walls in a way that makes her tremble. Why? Was it the husky tone? Was the fact that Lara might feel a feathering touch at her arm?  

For some reason, the pressure of tonight seems way out of scale from their normal encounters. It was charged, almost short circuiting. Not insulated as it would usually be. Lara turns to her visitor. Her waiter. Her… Well.

Mal threw his unfastened apron over his shoulder. Their eyes meet and all words leave her. His eyes were almost crimson against the light. Cocking his head, Mal still has that coiled bearing, but his face transmits a very different message as she feels his electrifying focus pressed against her from head to toe. Deliberate. Slow. 

Oh gods, did she have any medicine for blood pressure? 

“Not tonight, huh? Did you tape the supernatural bugs in here? Well, no matter. This is good, I want to talk…”, she ever so softly takes his diner bag from his hands, trying to break eye contact. Key word trying. Focus, Lara!, “Sit, please? I’ll brew something for us. Hopefully I won’t mess up, I have no idea what’s inside these.”, Lara shut up. She brings the bag to the aisle, smelling the perfectly made parfait. She can’t wait to dig in the ripe strawberries, but this is more important. 

“There’s a certain type of drink that I want to taste, Lara. I’m sure that one, you have in here.”, his flirting catches Lara a bit off guard, but she breathes in, heart skipping once more. Her vision is almost blurry from her nerves and she knows she must be a glowing red alert, but she chuckles.

“I wouldn’t put so much trust in it if I were you.”, at that, Lara brings her visitor a cup of hot chamomile tea with milk and honey. As the waiter reaches for his cup, his left hand snakes and grabs the scientist’s left one, warmth suffusing against her palm. She jolts, balancing her tea without spilling it. 

“Looks like you’re learning to hold things better, Lara.”, he pulls her closer, eyes dead set on hers. Their knees bump into each other softly. “Why don’t you sit, Charmer? You’re home.”, Mal says, in a very honeyed and hushed voice. 

She can’t focus like that, but she sits beside him, focusing on the half finished planetarium close to her telescope. Lara sips her tea, tilting her head towards him once he starts to test the give of her fingers. It’s weird to have this… Intimate moments with someone, but not a bad weird. She softly smiles at that. Something that always makes him stop staring so intently. 

“I’m trying to make it homey, although I miss the lab… But this is not why I wanted to talk.” 

“I… hm, first, I’m sorry for not showing up at the diner. Before you said something enigmatic about it, I go there mostly for you, and we both know that.”, she says, looking inside her teacup. Mal will wait for her to speak, she knows that, but still, it is hard to maintain eye contact. And those words need to be said. Lara can’t afford to be hypnotized now. “So, sorry, I needed to think. I never had to deal with this before… And second, well…”, the astrophysicist trails off, eyes automatically burrowing into Mal’s crimson ones. She shudders a breath, but holds eye contact. It is most important. “What I was thinking about was… you.”

That soft expression she spotted other times was back. A fragile hope. Eye contact is broken, but not by her, this time. He seems to tense even more, if that’s possible. With deceptive strength, he pulls her even closer. The scientist reeds the unanswered question, their sides merging with proximity as if Mal couldn’t fathom not being this close with her. 

Then, his head snaps into attention until he’s hovering over her, hands still locked in that firm grip and teacup forgotten in the coffee table. Somehow, even her cup is not in her hands anymore.  

Her eyes scrutinize him, stopping at his lips, and she swallows. He’s biting the bottom one, on the brink of losing control over his calm. His face exudes something consuming, devouring.  

Lara takes a deep breath and searches the monitors on the walls for some reading that can distract her, so the rest can be said. 

“Wait, don’t speak. Sorry, it’s just that… I need to put these into words, and I’m terrible at that. But I think I might… Well…”, he seems to approach their faces, a ground out intent in his eyes. Their noses are almost touching, which makes it impossible for Lara to try to distract herself. Not when he’s this close, warm breath touching her lips. “I don’t ‘think’, I know that I do like you. I don’t know about love, but whatever we have now? It’s nice…”, the admission leaves a little too fast, as if she was desperate to breathe. “Fernweh hasn’t been the best place to be since I came back, but I am glad to have come and met you.”, the doctor manages to push out her remaining words, unable to look anywhere else but him.

He smells like cinnamon, sweet and warm. So warm… Her eyes trail down, locking on his indulgent smile.

“And what do we have, Lara? What is this?”, he says, amused, right hand starts a tentative trail on the right side of her rib cage. Lara doesn’t remember how her hand ended up on his chest, feeling the expanse of muscle beneath his shirt, softly tracing his rib cage, counting bones unintentionally.

Such a thin layer separating them. Such a thin layer of air doing the same.

Her voice is breathless, but she manages to squeeze out some words. “I don’t know… But I want to find out.”

The final distance is cut mostly by Mal, but also by a soft pull from her right hand and the eagerness of her eyes when she looks at him like that. 

As if he was one of the stars she’s so passionate about. 

There’s almost no control over the ferocity of his kiss, sending shivers all over her skin, but that is barely registered as Lara is drunk on the moment. He is still holding her left hand in an unrelenting grip, while his other hand tries to settle her in place so she doesn’t climb on his lap as she wished to do subconsciously. That kiss will leave a mark. She swallows the sweetness of his mouth with abandon, mind feeble. All thoughts are drowned in a fog. A haze of heat she doesn’t understand, but doesn’t shy away either. 

When Lara separates to breathe in, she can feel his smile at her soft gasps for air. A husky chuckle leaves him. 

She was never kissed like that. Her face is flush, but her eyes are still set on the prize. Mal’s eyes are a deep crimson and there’s nothing in this world that could make Lara move from that place right now. 

Is this the feeling of being hit by a supernova?

The woman lets the intrusive thoughts win and oh-ever-so-softly nips at his lower lip. That small action changes something in his fragile veneer of control. An almost death grip on the nape of her neck makes their lips join again with violence, pulling out a decadent moan from her throat. How can two bodies be even closer than they are now? He maneuvers her, setting a trail of kisses, sucks and nips down said throat, drinking her sensitiveness as more soft moans leave his scientist’s lips. Lara feels a bite at the junction of her neck and shoulder and that wakes her from her haze. The sensation that climbs down her lower belly makes her set her thighs together. Wide eyed and heavily flushed, the doctor stares at Mal’s almost too smug smile. “It looks like you learned your lesson well, Charmer.”

She can’t speak. Her heart is beating too fast. There’s too much blood rushing through her head. The doctor stands up suddenly, breathing in with desperation. Mal watches her, amused, even if he’s still holding her left hand in that dead-lock grip. 

Ever so slightly, she eases their hold until he lets go. The smugness is exchanged by a dark expression as Lara grabs the teacups and takes them to the kitchen aisle. I can't think. I can't think! Lara you can't just attack a guy like that!     

The scientist almost flees, but the waiter doesn’t wait for her to return. He gets up and remains just some steps behind her, merging their personal spaces. He doesn’t want any more distance between them. There was already enough of that for a lifetime. She's still trying to recover her breathing when he locks her between him and the aisle, intentionally so close that she doesn't have room to move. Tea cups again already out of her hands.  

“Lara, look at me.”, he commands, impatient for the first time since they started this. Her eyes are unerringly drawn to his, locking in again. As it was always meant to be. 

“Mal, I’m… I’m sorry! I should’ve asked first, not just…”

He has to bite down his bottom lip to avoid laughing. Of course that’s what she’s actually worried about. He’s unable to hide his smile when again, she’s hypnotized by his lips. “We can repeat that as many times as you want…”, he murmurs ever so softly. Approaching his lips to her ear, he gives her a hushed breath. “... Even more. I want all of you, Lara.” 

At that, Lara bites down her bottom lip and, in a practiced movement, she sits on the aisle, but it’s Mal that grabs her face and takes her breath away, making her hold onto him as if he was the only thing in this world that could set her free.  oc from @lacunafiction

[prismaiden]

headcanon . Fleeing the Cathedral of the Deep was Horace’s idea, though Anri – unintentionally – was the one who set it into motion. He found her on the dormitory floor, furiously scrubbing at bloodstains on her bed sheet, crimson splotches blooming across the back of her nightdress, frightened tears streaking her cheeks. In that moment, Horace knew the time for hesitation had passed.

Anri had survived long enough to feel the stirrings of puberty, and this placed her in terrible and immediate danger. Aldrich is nothing if not a predator, drawn to the scent of blood. They fled that very night, hand in hand, with hounds at their heels, her belly heavy and aching as they sprinted into the dark.

[spoonietimelordy]

I hate the feeling telling you that you're doing it for the attention when your mental health is low. Like who's attention? My plushies? Come on

[fabiolajyx]

Alexis and Maximo are always liking my TikTok videos 🥺

[enjomo-arch]

𝗠𝗢𝗥𝗘 𝗥𝗔𝗡𝗗𝗢𝗠 𝗠𝗨𝗦𝗘 𝗙𝗔𝗖𝗧𝗦

Did they believe in Santa?:  believe  is  rather  too  strong  a  word.  as  a  kid,  ace  was  incredibly  suspicious  of  people  and  especially  of  what  they  told  him.  maybe  when  he  was  five  years  old  the  subject  of  santa  claus  sounded  fun  to  him  after  all,  presents  sounded  great,  but  the  more  he  grew  the  more  the  subject  turned  him  off.  it  seemed  rather  creepy  to  him  that  some  old  dude  breaks  into  the  house  when  you  sleep  to  leave  you  unknown  gifts.  honestly,  he  was  more  put  on  his  guard  about  it  than  he  believed  in  such  a  thing.  quite  a  skeptical  attitude,  and  probably  if  someone  dressed  up  as  santa  and  walked  into  the  bandit  hideout  at  night  to  play  out  the  santa  scene,  ace  would  beat  that  person  with  his  pipe  in  the  first  place.  he  was  and  is  pretty  territorial,  santa  creeped  him  the  fuck  out.  so  i'm  sorry  for  whoever  thought  it'd  be  a  great  idea  to  sneak  up  on  him  in  his  sleep  in  the  first  place.

Were they a dinosaur or rock kid?:  a  little  mix  of  both.  deep  in  the  forest  lived  a  great  many  different  kinds  of  reptiles  which  ace  liked  to  observe  sometimes  in  his  spare  time.  not  to  hunt  or  scare  the  animals  but  just  to  watch  the  lizards,  snakes.  they  looked  to  him  like  miniature  versions  of  dinosaurs  he  could  only  hear  about.  fauna  was  always  something  special  and  revealing  to  him.  despite  growing  up  as  a  hunter,  he  did  love  animals  and  he  could  create  a  bond  between  himself  and  the  forest  creatures  pretty  quickly.  animals  seem  to  have  a  thing  for  him  when  calmed.  as  for  the  stones,  he  didn't  collect  them  or  anything  like  that,  rather  the  stones  were  needed  for  him  to  cope  with  passing  through  the  jungle.  as  crossing  a  rushing  river,  marking  places  if  he  went  too  deep  to  have  a  way  of  coming  back  and  sense  of  direction.  something  more  like  using  them  to  make  his  life  easier  when  he  was  in  the  forest

Bugs or slimy critters?:  bugs.  they're  pretty  good  food,  and  on  goa  sometimes  there  were  human-sized  bugs.  nonetheless,  the  moment  luffy  organized  the  beetle  fights,  no  matter  how  much  ace  tried  to  sound  like  it  was  stupid,  he  still  took  part  with  his  brothers  to  watch  as  the  beetles  pushed  each  other  over  the  trunk  of  a  felled  tree.  it  was  one  of  his  favorite  things,  and  a  little  beginning  of  hazard  when  ace  insisted  to  make  bets  on  it.

Do they fidget? How?:  ace  fidgets  a  lot.  fidgeting  is  a  sign  that  the  he  is  trying  to  stay  focused,  but  the  task  ace  is  focusing  on  isn't  providing  his  brain  with  enough  stimulation.  let's  say  the  ace  finds  himself  in  a  situation  that  is  personally  boring  for  him,  or  in  an  environment  with  low  or  no  stimulants  for  him  to  provide  the  needed  focus  he  seeks  for.  then  his  body  looking  for  any  outlet  begins  to  produce  stimulation  on  its  own  so  that  his  brain  can  keep  itself  on  the  task/situation  given.  otherwise  ace  can't  maintain  attentiveness  for  too  long.  this  is  a  natural  mechanism  for  him  and  manifests  itself  in  different  ways.  sometimes  his  leg  is  bouncing,  sometimes  his  fingers  rub  against  each  other,  or  he  plays  with  the  string  from  his  hat,  smoothes  the  brim  of  it.  anything  that  can  provide  a  physical  stimulant  for  him  is  welcomed,  and  it's  a  pretty  healthy  coping  mechanism  to  stay  on  the  task.

What were they frequently in trouble for as a child?:  there  probably  wasn't  a  day  that  ace  wasn't  in  trouble  as  a  kid.  honestly,  sometimes  he  was  looking  for  a  problem  himself.  as  many  times  as  he  was  caught  beating,  stealing,  smuggling,  upsetting  animals.  countless  complaints  kept  reaching  dadan  regarding  ace.  he  was  indeed  a  very  hard  child  to  take  care  of,  giving  how  difficult  his  childhood  was  for  him.  even  as  an  adult,  ace  has  great  difficulty  staying  out  of  trouble.

What underwear do they like?:  simple  man  likes  boxers.  there's  not  much  philosophy  to  it.  as  for  other  people,  aesthetically  ace  likes  to  see  lace.  

Designs on clothing or no?:  when  it  comes  to  prints,  it's  not  a  problem  for  him  to  wear  something  with  patterns  when  it  comes  to  simple  t-shirts.  however,  when  it  comes  to  a  particular  design  that  catches  his  eye  it's  called  the  western  shirt  yoke.  they  are  an  extra  layer  of  fabric  sewn  seam  down  over  the  body  of  the  shirt,  front  and  back.  a  western  yoke  is  curved,  stylized  and  comes  to  one  or  more  points  ,  as  opposed  to  a  straight  stitch  commonly  found  in  conventional  shirt  designs.  he  very  much  loves  yoke  western  patterns,  plaid  flannel  shirts,  comfy  tank  tops.  although  he  doesn't  wear  them  that  often  ace  has  his  own  personal  taste  in  sunsetting  certain  designs

Birthmarks?:  as  far  as  i'm  aware  ace  has  no  birthmarks  on  his  body  however  the  tattoo  on  his  back,  the  mark  of  whitebeard  serves  proverbially  as  his  'birthmark'  since  it  gave  ace  a  new  life  ;  the  birth  of  the  whitebeard  commaner  and  son.  the  new  chapter  in  his  life  that  it  initiated  his  growth  and  development  as  a  person.

Do they have good self control?:  in  an  everyday  situation  ?  no.  ace  is  an  impulsive  person.  there  are  few  traits  describing  his  type  as  far  as  impulsiveness  is  concerned  ;  positive  urgency,  negative  urgency,  sensation  seeking,  lack  of  planning.  the  last  one  is  the  result  of  ace  doing  everything  at  a  given  moment,  not  developing  a  plan  if  it  is  a  daily  activity.  however,  he  is  able  to  maintain  self-control  as  if  facing  a  potential  threat.  his  brain  has  a  switch,  where  as  his  father's  commander  he  is  able  to  not  act  so  impulsively  towards  his  opponent  through  his  natural  skills  of  tactical  reading  and  developing  a  battle  strategy  in  relation  to  orders  coming  from  his  father  /  the  first  commander.  however,  ace  is  emotional,  and  very  shaky  on  the  subject  so  it  is  not  difficult  to  draw  out  his  impulsiveness  even  in  combat.  playing  on  his  emotions  can  really  turn  off  his  rational  thinking,  and  then  he  just  acts  like  an  angry  animal  during  a  fight.

Favorite franchise?:  '  what  did  my  life  turn  into  ?  portgas  d.  ace  experience.  '

Do they re-enact scenarios in the shower?:  yes  and  no.  If  he  doesn't  think  about  all  sorts  of  things  that  either  don't  make  sense  or  are  a  figment  of  his  imagination,  it  means  he  just  fell  asleep  in  the  shower.  Ace  tends  to  talk  to  himself  in  his  head,  and  the  shower  is  the  perfect  place  for  that.

Do they tell the waiter that their order is wrong?:  he  can  eat  almost  anything.  so  he  tends  not  to  care  if  what  he  ordered  agrees  or  not.  he  is  more  focused  on  eating  than  wondering  what  is  in  it.

Stairs or elevator?:  racing  on  the  stairs  if  he  is  with  someone.  alone  ?  running  on  the  stairs.  

Are they an exaggerator when telling stories?:  rather,  his  stories  boil  down  to  the  truth  and  how  it  happened  for  real.  he  rarely  colors  his  statements  because  he's  not  so  focused  on  coming  off  well  unless  it's  something  embarrassing  or  some  slip-up  he  made  so  sometimes  he  exaggerates  so  as  not  to  come  off  as  a  total  wuss.

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