#can you tell lmao

[river--ghost]

has this been done yet

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[holy3cake]

Some pretty pictures of Aethelstan, because I am trying to write my Aethelbert fic :) Thank you @lord-aldhelm for the screencaps!

[jjoneechan]

Im working on a karlnap comic and HOO BOY YOU GUYS I WENT ALL OUT ON PANELING AND LINEART IM SO EXCITED HOPE YOU LIKE IT!!

[pistachions]

An incredibly underrated form of fanart is drawing you and your friends in fictional characters outfits so here's me and my best friend as Cavendish and dakota cuz we kinda look like them and could totally pull it off fr

[mimidrawzzz]

The Sacrifice

I seen plenty of Welcome Home fans draw Wally over Kermit memes but I haven't seen anyone else do this yet 🌈✝️

(I'll add more to this post later it's just very late atm so I eepy, anyways I hope this makes anyone who views it smile <33)

[thestayathomedragon]

In which Luis indulges in his favorite past-time... playing with fire. :3

you and i were (fire...fire...) fireworks

“How do you do that?”

“Eh?” Luis looked up from the flame dancing back and forth between his fingers.

Leon had been watching him fiddle with his lighter for a little while now, pretty blue eyes alight, almost mesmerized by it. Luis might have showed off a little more than usual because of it. He might have done so because he liked the feeling of the other man’s eyes on him.

Though Luis started in the first place because he just needed something to do with his hands. He had always played with his lighter when he was bored, when he was thinking, when he was nervous… it kept his mind from spiraling out too far. It helped to feel smooth, warmed metal in his hands. It was something to remind him that he was here.

“That.” Leon said nodding toward Luis’s constantly moving fingers and the lighter jumping between them. The flame glowing faintly between them.

“Oh, this?” Luis gave him a slow, lazy smile from around the unlit cigarette dangling from his lips. “It’s not too difficult, cariño. Not with a little practice. Wanna give it a go?” He said, flipping the cap on the lighter closed and offering it to the man sitting across for him.

Leon looked hesitant. Luis’s indolent smile became a sharper grin, energized by his growing excitement at the prospect.  

“Here…” Luis said, tucking the unlit cigarette, behind his ear before he maneuvered himself to sit next to the American. Both of their backs now to the same wall, shoulder to shoulder, highs touching. “Te enseñaré.”

Leon gave him a skeptical look, one pale eyebrow raised.  

Luis shook the lighter a little in the other’s direction, a hopeful smile on his face. “C’mon. It won’t bite… Well, as long as you’re careful.”

Leon sighed and took the lighter. “If you laugh at me, I’m gonna punch you.”

“Why would I do a thing like that?” Luis pouted. “Trial and error are the fun of learning. Especially, when you’re playing with fire, mi amigo.”

“Heh.” Leon gave him an amused smirk. “Okay then. Teach me, Obi-Wan…”

Luis snorted but began his instruction anyway.

“Now… hold it like this.” Luis said mimicking what he meant with his own fingers. “Treat it like your knife, get a feel for the weight of it.”

Leon tilted his head to look at him, eyes narrowed in question. It was as if he didn’t think Luis knew anything about knives or anything having to do with combat really. Luis had no idea why. Especially when what Luis did know had saved Leon’s pretty little ass more times than he was sure the agent would ever be willing to admit.

“Alright.” Leon nodded. “Show me how you did that thing with the thing with the… t-the thing. Y’know!” He was cute when he blushed.

“Oh, the thing!” Luis chuckled. “Sí, sí, por supuesto!”

They had probably spent more time than either of them realized working on the basics of lighter tricks, but it was nice to take their minds off what awaited them once they left the safety of these four walls. And of course, Leon was turning out to be a natural.

“You’ll have to teach me some tricks with that knife of yours one day, cariño.”

“Well, they’re not really tricks.” Leon said, eyes still on the lighter currently teetering between his fingers. “Damn. Almost…” The blond hissed when it fell the wrong way and burned his finger. He, of course, let it drop but Luis was fast enough to catch it before it hit the floor again. Poor thing was dinged up enough as it was but even after all these years it still served him well.

“…had… that.” When he looked back at Leon, the man was staring at him in surprise until he realized he was being watched. His expression turning sheepish around the burnt finger in his mouth. Luis was captivated by the way the other man’s full lips pursed around his lightly singed fingertip.

Leon looked younger like this, his features softened, eyes bright. Not that he didn’t look beautiful all the time. The man did have an impressive resting bitch face. But this was nice though unfortunately rarely seen. It was understandable considering their current circumstances, but Luis couldn’t help but wonder what the other man was like when he wasn’t on dangerous missions to save President’s daughters.

What was he like when no one’s life was on the line? Luis couldn’t help but think this was a precious glimpse of the man underneath the weight of this perilous responsibility.

Luis had always been a bit of a glutton when it came to his vices, and he already knew that he wanted as much of this Leon as he could get his greedy little hands on.

“They’re more of…uh… well they’re combat moves.” Leon said, still looking a bit boyish with his finger in his mouth.

“Can never have too many of those, cariño.” Luis said, offering him the lighter again, which Leon took, their fingertips brushing against each other.

Leon smiled at him, ducking his head a bit to hide the fact that his cheeks were still a bit pink, and his blue eyes were sparkling. He was having fun even if he would never admit it. “I could teach you some stuff. When we get out of here.” The blond sounded relaxed for the first time since they’d met, a hint of an interesting American accent coming through now. Luis wondered where in the States Leon was from. “Probably couldn’t hurt with all the trouble you get into.” The other man snickered.

“Me? Noooo.” Luis beamed, nudging the man with his shoulder playfully, almost causing Leon to drop his lighter again. “I am but a simple scientist. No trouble over here.”

“Hey, I almost got this! Cut it out!” Leon yelped. “No trouble huh? All trouble’s more like it.” He grimaced.

“My apologies, tesoro. Here. Let me see…” He took the lighter back intending to show Leon an easier way to maneuver it to hopefully not burn himself again.

Leon handed it over but instead of watching Luis’s hands his eyes were on the other man’s face. His blue eyes narrowed once again in question. “You know I know what you’re saying when you call me that… right?”

“No sé qué quieres decir.” Luis blinked at him, wide gray eyes growing wider, trying and failing to convey innocence.

“Oh, you know.” And was that a bashful little smile? Adorable. Who would have thought the deadly American secret agent could look so… sweet.

“Quieres que me detenga?”

Leon looked away and shrugged. “Me da igual.”

Luis chuckled, “Ah, el sabelotodo ¿Cuánto sabes?”

“Suficiente. Pensaste que me enviaron aquí sin estar preparado?” Leon grinned, looking very smug.

Luis threw his head back and cackled prompting Leon’s eyes to go wide and the other man to put his hand over the gleeful Spaniard’s mouth. “Shush! We’re supposed to be fucking hiding, asshole.”

Luis’s eyes were still crinkled in mirth. Not in the least embarrassed that he’d been found out. He started talking even from behind Leon’s hand, the words muffled until the agent rolled his eyes and removed it.

“Why didn’t you say anything, bastardo astuto?” Luis hissed, beyond amused by his companion.

Leon shrugged. “Wanted to see how far you’d take it if you thought I didn’t know what you were saying.” The bastard looked so smug—another good look on him. “So… ladies man, huh?”

Luis nodded. “Seguro! But I like to keep my options open. Especially, for beautiful American blonds. Mi debilidad!” Luis waggled his eyebrows.

“Oh, for fuck’s sake.” Leon snorted.

“Oh, you have done it now, Güero. I’m going to be shameless.”

“You weren’t shameless before?”

“You haven’t heard the half of it, querido.”

“Jesus Christ, Luis.”

“Oh, you love it! Why not say anything after all this time if you didn’t.”

“I told you! It’s because…”

“Eres mentirosa! Oh, you lie like a rug, Yanqui!”

“Would you keep it down, Serra! We’re supposed to be fucking hiding here.”

His delightful American accent was stronger when he was embarrassed. “Adorable.” Luis’s grin was feral. “Where in America are you from, Leon?”

Leon was taken aback by the question it seemed. “Why?”

“Porque voy a seguirte hasta allí y hacerte sonrojar así todos los días.”

“Oh… for… let’s go, Casanova. Looks like the break’s over thanks to your big mouth.” Leon groaned, hoisting himself up before offering a hand to the still delighted Spaniard.

“Te seguiría hasta los confines de la tierra, mi cielo!”

Luis yelped when Leon suddenly let his hand go, sending him back to the floor on his ass. “Mira cómo me enamoro de ti!”

“That’s it. I’m leaving you here!”

“Mi amor! Don’t be like that!”

Leon was still laughing though. That was something, right?

[dailytunes6]

16.2.24 song of the day

F2F by sza

[anotherbislut]

someone come breed me and give me heavy, milk-filled tits. that's a much better use for me than making me work a real job

[serene-sapphic]

the best musical movie in the world and one of the best movies period

to change the world it takes a little genius

ROALD DAHL’S MATILDA THE MUSICAL (2022)

dir. matthew warchus

[thebandtrashimp]

thus I became betrothed to a wench at the hawk show

she cheered “huzzah!” and I replied that I did not know

she’s the fairest; I shall enter through her window

all things are marvelous when she’s near

I await the day when her parents are not here

I became betrothed to a wench at the hawk show

[aerequets]

ok i love twiyor reveals but can we talk about BRIAR SIBLING REVEAL??

i honestly do not know what yor's reaction would be, but i imagine that she took up such a violent and demanding job so yuri could live as peacefully as possible. so, when she finds out he's gone down an equally violent path, maybe she would blame herself for not keeping him safe.

or something :]

[vulpinesaint]

pspspspsps poetry mutuals come here... new quiz... making you the patron saint of something...

[pacificwaternymph]

Batfamily Beauty and the Beast AU where Bruce is the beast and with every child he adopts he becomes slightly more and more human.

He finds Dick in the woods, sobbing over the loss of his parents. A year later, he looks in the mirror and wonders if he's only imagining that he's gotten shorter.

Jason sneaks into the castle and steals a loaf of bread, hungry and desperate. Bruce takes him in and offers him a proper meal. As he's putting his new son to bed one night, he notices that his claws have shrunk.

Tim marches into the castle and demands Bruce take him, knowing the stories of the monster who kidnaps children. Bruce's snout feels flatter than it used to when he presses a kiss to his forehead.

Cassandra lasts a full two weeks before anyone even notices she's there. The fur on Bruce's arms begins to thin as he holds her close, and she smiles up at him.

Tim brings home Stephanie, who loudly insists that she does not need nor want a new father. His skin grows less leathery, and the beginnings of crows feet appear on the corners of his eyes.

Damian is brought to them by Talia, rigid and wary of everything, convinced of his birthright as the Bat's heir. The fangs in Bruce's mouth seem to smooth over as he learns to gentle his speech.

The day Duke joins the family, still reeling from the plague that claimed his parents, something clicks. Bruce steps out, and before them stands a perfectly human man, finally made whole by his love for his children.

[hermit-frog]

[your-art-is-gay]

Yeah, yeah, Marinette being a fan of Gabriel because she wants to be a fashion designer is great and all. But I think it would be much more meaningful if Adrien and Marinette bonded over Mari being a fan of his mom.

So here's a little mini-comic about it! ^-^

[earlgraytay]

I really wish that people had a better grasp on what The Average Person's Life was like pre-industrialization. If you're living in the global North the odds are good that your life is, in fact, better than a medieval king- yes, even with the political stuff- and would make your ancestors cry wild tears of envy.

The things that suck about your life are things that suck about the baseline human condition (at least since the invention of agriculture, but that's 10,000 years of humanity). Yes, including all the political stuff.

The baseline human condition is "being terrified of losing the harvest and starving", compared to that, losing a job is no big deal. (It's bad, it can be life-upendingly bad, but it's still not "you are guaranteed to die if you screw this up" bad for most people.)

The baseline human condition is "getting kicked around by a tin pot dictator", whether that be a king, a baron, a warlord, or a chief; it's taken centuries of social technology to get the world to a point where that's Not Normal.

The baseline human condition is "losing multiple siblings and/or children at a young age to diseases that are entirely preventable". That's a shocking tragedy now. The baseline human condition is "being in the pathway of said tinpot dictator's wars of conquest" and having to deal with soldiers' pillage, looting, and worse (even if they're nominally on your side). That is, again, a shocking tragedy-- it still happens, and happens in way too much of the world, but no one is going to tell you that it's normal.

I'm not saying that we can sit back and rest on our laurels. We can't. I've been calling the pre-industrial world the "baseline human condition" for a reason- unless you're very, very careful, that's what your society eventually reverts to. It takes a lot of people working very hard to make sure you don't have to live at the baseline human condition, and if you start slacking on that, you start backsliding into it.

How we treat each other- and how we use the technology, material and social, that we've developed to make things easier- matters. We can make the world even better than it is now. We can also make it significantly worse. The choice is ours.

...But if you know that you can reliably have food regardless of the season, you don't live in fear of a random attack killing you tomorrow, and you can listen to music on command whenever you want? You do actually live a better life than a medieval king. Because even kings and emperors were much closer to the baseline human condition than a random farm worker in Bumfuck, Iowa is today.