#enjoy that to the fullest

[choobelette]

A kind stranger is not the blue moon but instead one of the numerous stars in the distant galaxies. Make eye contact through your telescope and smile. They’ll smile back.

She watered my plants for me while I was away. I walked her dogs when her health got bad. I didn't know her. I never will.

1. Small Kindess - Danusha Laméris / 2. The Book of Delights - Ross Gay / 3. Bodega Cat - Simone Johnson / 4. Commute - mine / 5. Welcome to Night Vale - Joseph Fink / 6. photo by Bernd Dittrich / 7. @viridianmasquerade / 8. Moomin (1990) / 9. Sesame Street

[mysticruinedme]

I like the idea of Sonic being just as heroic as he is selfish - cuz the core motivation for half of what he does when in regards to Eggman and the world or whatever is going on at the time is cuz he himself enjoys those adventures, and not because he feels some sort of selfless obligation over his natural abilities to do anything that he does.

[ryllen]

Be happy, solo member club

[psyduckz]

the idea of armand keeping daniel human so he can enjoy life and have experiences like raising a family and then being like. completely aghast that he has two daughters is so funny to me

[2jihiir0]

“You shall only drink from my hands and eat from my fingers, pet..”

More gladiator steddie AU art 🖤⛓️🏛️🥰

[thequeenofsastiel]

Style and Fadel are actually kind of perfect for each other.

Fadel is intense and rough and dangerous. Sure, part of it is the assassin thing, but I also think it's a him thing. Bison said he was rough on the inside as well as the outside. But he also has this inner vulnerability, and fear of being genuinely happy. Whether he realizes it or not, I think he wants to be "cool". And that stops him from enjoying himself as much as he could.

Style is intense in his own way, as well as wild, and drawn to being roughed up by a dangerous man. He also has no compunction about enjoying life to the fullest. Style has no shame, and doesn't give a single shit about being judged. Even when he was trying to win Fadel over, he didn't care at all about how much he was embarrassing himself. Sure, he was trying to get Fadel to like him, but the way he was doing that was by harassing Fadel. I don't think he tried to really hide himself at all. I'm not convinced that he isn't into metal. He seemed genuinely surprised to see Fadel at the concert. I don't know if he was actually trying to find him there. But even if he was just pretending, that was one of the very few ways he did that. He was mostly just him. A person who wears his heart on his sleeve, and takes every bit of pleasure out of life that he can. Fadel needs someone like that. Someone who is capable of letting himself be happy. Who will pull all of Fadel's hidden depths out of him. Who can convince Fadel to let himself enjoy life.

Style is also someone that Fadel can let out his rough side around. Style enjoys it. To be fair, Fadel often doesn't hide his rough side, and is routinely aggressive and dominant with his brother and anyone he deems a threat. But those people don't like it. It's not consensual or fun. But with Style it is. Style likes being thrown around and hurt. And Fadel likes throwing around and hurting. It's perfect compatibility.

They belong together.

[ashmp3]

it’s that time of the year ashmp3 nation… 9 selfies of 2024! 🖤

I tried to do ~never seen before~ pics but i think i posted few of them already oh well…

I am still feeling a bit distraught and on the edge so i’m sorry if my mood is off BUT 2024 was a very busy, successful year for me but i am ready for it to be over 🫡 i hope 2025 will be good year for everyone 🖤 i really appreciate every single one of you and i am so thankful to share this little part of the internet with such amazing people 🫶🏼

to kickstart this game (it’s a tradition in my head), i wanna tag @acebytaemin @jaebeomtual @moiorchidea @p1harmonie @byunbaekhyunie @nosekiss @margielacoffeebreak @isabelleadjani @moldavite @redp4nda @96z @ningtual @hottestinhell and @sugurugetos 😌 ofc if you wanna do it no pressure 😽🖤🖤🖤🖤

[sojo-gatoru]

Art block and thesis stress, so I drew my muse from that official art to lift my spirits 🫡

[alpoocka]

Sorry but lately it feels like..

[sovamurka]

let's be honest, for very ironic reasons, official writers were not really responsible for timebomb being so good, fortiche carried most of the timebomb writing

yes, even in s1 since this is really where writers (*VERY LOUD COUGH* amanda) picked up on very delicate and deliberate details that fortiche put in s1e7, details which could be potentially explored later (as a side plot, of course *sarcasm*, we don't want to overshadow other dynamics of the show, do we?)

but especially in s2 since it's basically confirmed by pascal charrue, fortiche's co-founder, that the episode fortiche studio were most emotionally and creatively involved with in matters of writing is episode 7

which is even further confirmed by linke in the artbook where he states that episode 7 is basically a literal love letter to french culture and that he hopes fortiche is really proud of it

like... wow, the "nobody loves timebomb more than french people do" joke is actually not a joke at all

[jamespotterswandonthecouch]

only the brave regulus is the best unhinged regulus ever and nothing can change my mind

like this mf straight up stabbed his man while kissing him, that's just another level of insane

[ohitslen]

Sharing a meal

I wrote something for this below the cut if you’re interested :)

They never eat anything too tasty, surviving with packeted rations and canned food in their journey. Sometimes they would stop at a little restaurant and eat a nice meal; it really tasted like something gourmet after days of going with grain bars and dry jerky.

There were fleeting moments in between conversations in which one of them would remember some dish, from back in the day when things were easier and they didn’t worry about too many things. They never went deeper into the topic, just mentioning how they missed a good meal.

Staying at an inn or any motel was an expensive thing to pay for. However sometimes they had some extra money from an odd job Vash did or from Wolfwood’s undertaker services, and they would always rent a room as a treat for themselves.

It was a surprise when they entered the room and saw a small kitchen. The space was a little too cramped but it had everything they needed, it was like a deluxe room when they though about all the places they had been at. None of them had a kitchen at all, maybe they had a tiny stove or a mini fridge, perhaps a table sometimes but never the whole set together.

They both looked at each other to confirm they really were seeing the thing, smiling excitedly.

They could make a meal for themselves.

Vash knew how to cook, he had done some work on kitchens throughout his life. A few times he helped Rem when he was a child, he knows how to defend himself. Yet he didn’t know any recipes by heart, not any that would be inside their budget at least. He could get creative and probably whip up a thing or two if he was given enough time.

“I know what to do” Wolfwood said with a smile that irradiated a melancholic warmth interrupting his thoughts . A smile Vash had only seen when he talked about the things he loved.

Vash didn’t suggest anything in the end and just followed what the other man told him to do.

He went to buy all the things Wolfwood asked him for. Vegetables and some thoma meat. There seemed to be some spices in the room so he only bought garlic and onion as per Wolfwood’s request.

When Vash got back, he found Nick at the table arranging the ingredients the kitchen already had. He was already showered, hair messy and with droplets of water hanging on the tips. Getting closer, he could smell the soap, the cheap shampoo and the lingering scent of nicotine that never seemed to go away. He was changed into a black, long sleeved shirt and a pair of loose dark blue pants.

His overall appearance made Vash think how the edges of the man were less sharp, he seemed more relaxed and at ease, even if it wasn’t entirely the case. He just looked, soft.

“Hey welcome back, did you bring what I asked you for or will I have to use your meat for this?” Wolfwood greeted him without looking up from his task, the ingredients being the most interesting thing in the world it seemed.

Something warm pooled at the pit of Vash’s stomach, he didn’t know why that was and didn’t bother to think about it either, just enjoying the feeling.

Smiling, he placed the bags on the table in front of Wolfwood, taking out its contents. “I’m sure I brought everything yeah, I hope my life can be spared”.

The priest snorted at him and grabbed a potato that was rolling off the table. “Aight then, make yourself useful and start washing these and then chop ‘em to reasonable bitable sizes”. Losing no time, he took the meat and was cutting it while giving out the instructions.

While Vash was washing and chopping, the other was already preparing the meat putting it in a pot with boiling water. Once Vash was finished with all he was asked to do, Wolfwood ushered him to take a shower while the food was done, wanting to have more space in the narrow place. Vash did as told in that as well.

The shower felt great, all of the gross stickiness from the sweat and other things were finally washed off from his body. He felt light and a thousand times more content.

As he opened the door the smell hit him in the face, a delicious scent that surely tasted even better. Wolfwood was stirring the pot, poking some of the potatoes to make sure they were on the right term, and they seemed to be as he turned off the stove.

Vash got closer, mouth already watering just from the thought of how it’d taste “That smells so good! What did you make?” He asked with a big grin plastered all over his face.

Wolfwood pointed at the table with his hand, signaling him to sit down a little dismissively while he looked for the bowls on his own. It seemed like he was the kind that with less people on the kitchen when he was there, the better. “Just a broth, nothing too wow it’s something easy, and on budget”. Vash hummed with wonder and served two cups of water to busy himself with something.

Wolfwood poured the two servings of the broth, it was still hot and the bowl must surely be scalding. Yet Wolfwood’s calloused hands never flinched, placing their food on the table without much trouble along with a pair of long spoons.

“Be careful or you will murder your tongue” he warned and Vash chuckled.

“Thanks for the heads up chef, ‘preciate it” the other just scoffed at the title and sat down across him .

They both mixed the broth while blowing at it in hopes for it to cool down a little. However seeing how they were both starving and didn’t care too much about getting burnt or not, they just started to dig in.

Wolfwood was eating eagerly, having spoonful after spoonful of his food. He was beyond delighted. It had been a long time since he had the chance to prepare the broth he used to have back at the Orphanage.

“It’s…delicious” he heard Vash say in a low and calm tone. When he looked up to see the man, he was shocked to find him with reddish eyes that were glistening with tears. It didn’t seem like when was doing a show or anything of the sorts, he just seemed…at peace.

It wasn’t anything extravagant, quite possibly one of the most simple dishes Vash has ever eaten. It was made with the things that they could afford with the little money they could spare, the ingredients were definitely not of the best quality, the vegetables could have used a little more time on the pot. And it was delicious.

Vash felt incredibly warm inside, similar to how he felt when Wolfwood greeted him when he got back, just a thousand times stronger. The first sip he had of it tasted like the best thing ever cooked in his whole life, something he would have every day of the year for the rest of eternity. He didn’t know why that was at first, but after having a second spoon of it he could tell what it was.

It tasted like home.

The flavor of it, it was homely, the savor of melancholy. It tasted like their conversations about missing the past. The tang of the times they would have a peaceful night in the desert grilling worm meat around a campfire. It reminded him when he got sick and an old lady had given him a bowl of soup. It tasted like the first time Rem had given them a try of what meat and vegetables tasted like. It tasted like all the things he missed, and the things Nicholas most likely missed too.

The familiarity of it made him feel fuzzy and full on the inside, and he couldn’t stop eating. He was slow while doing it, wanting to savor every bit of what he could have while it lasted. It was rich, it was simple and it was perfect.

“…You want some more?” At some point, Nicholas had already finished his own bowl and brought the pot over to serve himself again. He looked at Vash with something soft in his eyes the other could not name, his voice was gentle and gravely, sweet and easy on his ears just adding more to the warmth inside of him.

“Yes…yes please” Vash answered, voice cracking a little. Nicholas served him, the sound of the liquid being poured soothing his soul.

Vash ate again, and Wolfwood was looking at him. The priest was taking small sips of water from his cup, always holding it against his mouth even if he wasn’t drinking anything. Vash didn’t really notice when he had started tearing up, thick streams of salty water running through his cheeks, a pool of them welling up at his chin and falling down the wooden table making a puddle of happy tears.

Vash enjoyed the heartfelt broth. He was happy, that bit of simplicity was enough to make him forget of everything else and just focus on that moment.

It was so mundane. Vash smiled with overflowing tears in his eyes while Wolfwood just watched with a fond smile of his own behind his empty cup of water.

At that moment, they were not in a random room at a random place. They were in a place where they had brought their home to, sharing a meal with each other.

[innerxsanctum]

Happy birthday to the reason I became a Pethead in the first place. There aren't enough words to express everything you mean to me, so I won't even try. But you've changed my life in ways I never thought possible. Thank you for being unapologetically yourself, and most of all, for being the driving force behind Pet Shop Boys.

“Writing new stuff and doing new projects and everything is really what I live for.”

[rodrickheffeley]

coming out as a loustat monogamist who also happens to enjoy loumand failmarriage and armandstat hatemarriage

[beatleswings]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY MARIANNE EVELYN GABRIEL FAITHFULL (DECEMBER 29, 1946)

[dinosaurwithablog]

I can't believe that I'm going to be 64 years old tomorrow at 5:10 am. I still feel like I'm in my 20s, although my body doesn't always agree. 🤣😁 I think that as long as you are happy and live life to its fullest, you never get old. I am still a kid at heart ❤️ That's what keeps me going!! Life will throw so much crap at you, and if you have a positive mental attitude, you'll be fine. I always try to have fun and share joy with everyone whom I meet. That's the only way to be as far as I can see. No one can take that from me, but me so it's not gonna happen. I hope that everyone has a great day for my birthday. That would be a perfect gift for me!!! I can't believe that I'm gonna be 64!! I better buy more candles 🕯 😁🤣😍