#couldn't get this image out of my head

[axiseart]

[boardthatsinkingship]

Thorne gets his eyesight back and sees Cinder again for the first time:

[vestaldestroyer]

No one in the Agency dorms knows whose idea was it for Akutagawa to pick Atsushi up here for their mission together. However, their argument in the backyard that followed the sound of glass shattering woke up the whole building.

“Do you have to break my window every time we go on a mission?!” Atsushi screams, avoiding the glass shards and jumping down to see face to face with Akutagawa.

“Not if you'd bothered to be on time!”

“It was just a minute!” Atsushi defends himself.

“No, it was five,” Akutagawa reminds him. “Why are you always so late?!” he demands, grabbing Atsushi by the collar of his hoodie. “Are you a girl? Do you choose your clothes for two hours to look prettier?”

“Only when I have to meet with you, jackass,” Atsushi counters.

The more gossip-loving detectives watch covertly out of their windows as Akutagawa freezes, his grip slackening.

“You're the one who always bitches about my clothing choices,” Atsushi continues, pushing him off easily and heading to the car. “How do you expect me to buy something nice if I go broke paying for a new window every other month, huh? Maybe I should just have you buy me some clothes. As payback. I'm really tired of….”

Atsushi's rant cuts off as he slams the car door shut. Dumbfounded and with a blush staining his cheeks, Akutagawa gets into his own seat without a word. The car drives off.

The Agency is left with many questions. How much longer will they have to suffer through this? Is there a way to quiet those two down so that they don't wake up the whole neighbourhood at 6 am? Why are they arguing about clothes of all things? But most importantly: Is Atsushi that smooth or just very oblivious?

RIP Atsushi

[thetomorrowshow]

i ran out of space

[on-a-lucky-tide]

Price and Simon stand either side of the kitchen counter and stare at the bouquet of flowers between them. They're in identical poses; palms flat on the surface, spread wide as they lean forward.

"You panicked, didn't ya?" Price asks, eyebrow rising.

"Yeah," Simon responds. "Thought if I turned up wiv nothin', you'd be offended. S'the done thing, innit?"

"An' your go to was daisies?"

"They're chrysanthemums."

"Wot?"

"Chrysanthemums," Simon repeats. "Says it on the label."

"Huh. Right, yeah." Price's fingers tap on the countertop. "Guess I, uh... should put 'em in some water."

Simon watches his captain - and date for that evening - rummage through his kitchen cupboards, eventually coming up with a pint glass that he fills with water. He grabs the bouquet and slides it inside, tugging gingerly at the plastic wrapping.

"There," Price says, presenting the still-wrapped chrysanthemums with open palms. They stand in silence for a moment longer, both with an itching anxiety under their skin.

Eventually, Price sighs, rubbing a hand down his face. He looks at Simon, who appears to be paralysed by uncertainty. In the field, Simon's looming figure is suitably intimidating for his role; he understands every part of it, and holds himself confidently.

Surrounded by domesticity, he looks every bit the awkward, introverted man he actually is at heart, unsure how to navigate the social requirements of a damned date he wants so desperately to go well. This is difficult for him. He's doing his best.

"Hey Simon. What do you call a flower that runs on electricity?"

Simon looks up, blond eyebrows tilting up and out.

"A power plant."

Simon snorts and Price watches the corners of his eyes crinkle with a smile. "You're pollen my leg."

Price chuckles, resting his hand over the top of Simon's on the countertop. "C'mon, s'just a pint and a curry. We've done it a hundred times before."

"Yeah." Simon rises to his full height and follows Price to the door. "I'd... uh, appreciate it if ya didn' mention the flowers t' anyone." He meant Johnny.

"S'olrigh', I'll tell 'em you rose to the occasion."

"Fuckin' 'ell..." Price can hear the grin in Simon's tone, and brushes the backs of their fingers together as he locks his front door behind them.

Before Price can walk away, Simon hooks a forefinger around his and pulls him back, tugging down the scarf around his chin. He kisses Price tenderly, lingering against his lower lip and bumping their foreheads together before he draws back.

"Kiss is meant to be at the end of night as ya walk me t' my door, an' only if you woo me well enough," Price says, smiling softly.

Simon shrugs. "I'll woo ya. Reckon we should try it our way rather 'an anyone else's from now on."

"Reckon you might be right."

The date goes well. Price doesn't mention the flowers to anyone, but he keeps them watered 'til they die a few days later.

[seventh-district]

Making Incorrect H:SR Quotes Until I Run Out of (hopefully) Original Ideas - Pt. 4 - Nuthin' but Boothill Edition

[Pt. 1] [Pt. 2] [Pt. 3] [Pt. 5] [Pt. 6]

[idkwhyyouaskingm3-blog]

[Error] hopping the train gate to avoid paying its fair

[mage-ical-character-person]

I'm sure he's fine. After all, one of his core features is his adaptability.

Unrelated, but he'd like to know what traits you look for in a friend.

[cfffrk]

fashion!au, sixties or fifties, thought up with @karabin4ik :з

Jeeves the famous fashion designer, one day was having coffee on the veranda at a cafe and reading a newspaper. In an instant this newspaper was snatched from his hands by a certain tall stranger. He hid his face in it, sat down opposite Jeeves at the table, and stood still. Reginald was about to be indignant, but a girl jumped out of the corner of the room, looking round with frantic eyes for this particular stranger. Without noticing him, she went on along the street, and the strange fellow awkwardly and apologetically returned the paper and fled. Jeeves remembered his hideous suit and tall, slender figure: he had long needed models of that build for his new men's collection. But everything happened so quickly that Jeeves didn't even have time to give him his business card.

The next day fate was favourable to Jeeves: walking along the seafront, he saw the couple again. They were talking in high tones, and the fellow with the long-suffering expression on his face was trying to get out of the conversation. Using all his charm and politeness, Jeeves stepped in and helped the stranger out of trouble. In return for the favour, Jeeves offered him a ride to his costume studio to try something on. So this is the moment:

(by the way, Jeeves' costumes won't be to Bertie's taste, so he leaves, but Aunt Dahlia finding a crumpled business card in his flat will make him come back)

DBH!au, thought up with @karabin4ik :]

In this au the Wooster family is in the business of manufacturing and selling high-end universal android servants all over England and the world. At some point their company invents a new model RJ0 - the ultimate android servant that can literally do everything and satisfy your every whim. It is perfect in everything, but because of the crude software it sometimes shows its character and acts not quite according to the master's expectations.

[tiredspacedragon]

Hello. I am here to inflict you with my thoughts on how each Ga-Toa exits the water.

Gali: Incapable of leaving the water normally. Always bursts out with a leap or does a flip or scales a cliff on her way out. She'd never admit it, but it's her way of showing off. Water runs seamlessly off her armour and she always seems to be as dry as she wishes to be just a few steps from the shore.

Nokama: Canonically does the Hollywood-style sexy water exit. I don't make the rules. (As a Hordika she absolutely shook the water off herself like a dog though. Got it everywhere, including all over Gaaki)

Hahli: Steps out smoothly and lightly shakes the water off herself. As a Toa Mahri her fins flutter as she does it, and it's quite the pretty sight. (In contrast to her brothers, who always trudge out of the water looking miserable)

Gaaki: Carries herself to shore with a small wave and lands with a few jogging steps. She lamented the loss of this graceful exit while a Rahaga but learned to approximate it with natural waves from studying semi-aquatic Rahi.

Naho: Hoists herself out of the water and rarely misses the opportunity to have fun with it. A favourite game of hers is to use her mask power to turn invisible, leaving the water droplets clinging to her armour appearing as though they are hanging in the air in her rough shape, like some sort of moisture ghost. She has also been known to use her powers to pull the water off herself while retaining her shape, then have the water-Naho follow her around while she pantomimes conversations with it. She finds this hilarious. Her teammates find it kind of bizarre.

Tuyet: Creates a rising swell in her path as she emerges. Upon exiting the water, she uses her mask power to become intangible and just dumps all the water covering her at once, then continues on.

Helryx: Hasn't swam in years. Her old Toa body is still capable of it, but is a little too frail for that kind of extended athleticism anymore. If she needs to cross a body of water, she either goes by boat, or the water gets out of the way.

[sourtomatola]

Okay but I really loved Yandere Eclipse and I couldn't help but make the connection with how sun's been acting with Foxy. I also loved Francis's reaction to it all and realizing that it was his fault was quite frankly, beautiful.

[axiseart]

Fairy Godthirster, inspired by this post.

[freakstertoff]

m

m so sorry

very suggestive under cut 👍

[a-very-cute-snake]

[ID: the epic handclasp meme where one side says "Caleb and Essek Critical Role" the other says "Jayce and Viktor Arcane" in the middle of the handclasp it says "doing reality-altering magic-science in the name of saving the world with the power of queer love" ID ends]

[i3utterflyeffect]

influencer arc in selkie au. aka green gets grounded for being a dumbass

[shushmal]

Steve notices when Eddie disappears from the party, almost immediately. Robin and the others are crossfaded and a little weepy, and Steve knows they're excited—and scared. They're all heading out next week, Robin to Chicago, Nancy to New York, Jonathan to California. So they didn't notice it, when Eddie got up for the bathroom and didn't come back.

Steve did. Steve's pretty good at recognizing stuff like that, especially when it's painfully familiar.

He's pretty loud when he crawls through his own bedroom window out onto the roof, loud enough that Eddie startles and drops his cigarette onto the asphalt shingles.

"H-Hey!" he says, all false cheer despite the croak in his voice and the sniffling—the way he wipes quickly at his face.

"Hey," Steve says, going for softness and compassion. God knows he's spent many a night out here crying by himself. He doesn't want Eddie to think he's being a dick about it. "You okay?"

"Yep!" Eddie says, pitched too high and the words crack between his lips. "Totally fine! I'll come down in a bit so—"

"Do you want to talk about it?"

Eddie's teeth clack together when he shuts his mouth, falling into silence as Steve settles down at his side. Neither of them say anything. Faintly, they can hear the murmur of their friends' voices, mixed with the summer night call of forest frogs and bugs. Steve thinks about chasing fireflies in the back yard when he was little, how the dark woods are near impenetrable to Steve now, the boyhood security long stripped from him.

Beside him, Eddie wipes at his face again, his elbow brushing Steve's arm because Steve's sat himself so close. Steve, carefully not thinking about it, leans over—further and further—until his head hits Eddie's shoulder.

The sound Eddie makes is soft and broken, so Steve tucks himself even closer into Eddie's side, arm going around his back, and closes his eyes just so he could overwhelm himself with the warmth radiating from Eddie, the smell of soap and sweat and weed, the feel of Eddie's hair on his head when Eddie bows his head as he cries, hair long and curtaining the two of them—Eddie keeping Steve, pulling him in to witness his private grief.