#feet washed

[bettie-may-page]

Bettie Looking Thrilled

[mellosdrawings]

So... heat waves are fun (not)

(Bonus : Mama Jamil)

[guineapiggies]

Via macntoshi_

[on-a-lucky-tide]

Price has never experienced affection like he gets from Nikolai.

cw: societal expectations of men in relationships.

Price yawned into the back of his hand and stretched his legs out as Die Hard trailed off into adverts, toes wriggling inside the warm fleece socks Carol had sent him for Christmas.

He and Nik had headed home after tucking Kimmy in bed and sharing a quick Brandy in Carol's living room, and their bellies were still full with Morrison's Finest Turkey crown and homemade trifle. Price had never felt so... content.

"We could get one of those," Nik said, inclining his head towards the telly.

"Hm?"

"A Nespresso machine."

"Oh, yeah, if ya want."

Price wasn't really paying attention, because in the brief moment he had leaned forward to grab his mug of tea from the battered coffee table, Nik had rested an arm across the back of the sofa and was now playing idly with Price's hair.

It tickled. A little. Pleasant little shivers skittered down Price's neck and over his shoulders, only intensifying when Nik moved down to stroke the soft skin beneath his ear, just beyond the line of his beard. Small circles with the tip of one finger, and then a longer stroke down his neck with three.

Nik's hands were so big. Like huge bear paws when they settled at Price's waist or cupped his face when they kissed. Price felt intimately vulnerable as they caressed his neck and hair so tenderly now, and he blinked a little faster to try and clear the fuzzy contentment blurring his vision. Perhaps Nik was asking for more.

Price was bloody knackered. All he wanted to do was see that German bastard fall off that tower and then pass out, but Nik had been an absolute gentleman today. Perfect with Carol and Kimmy, doing all the washing up, serving Kimmy her Ribena like a waiter and making her giggle, building the Barbie Dream House contraption with a Philip's screwdriver and endless patience. Bloody hell, a blowjob was the least Price could do if that's what he was anglin' for.

"Nik, did you want... uh, you know..."

"Hm?"

"Well, you know..." Price reached up to take Nik's hand and hold the palm to his lips, his gaze dropping to Nik's lap.

"Ah, nyet, solnyshko," Nik smiled fondly, cupping that same hand around Price's jaw to draw him over. He kissed Price's forehead and then bumped their noses together. "I am too tired, your sister's cooking has me in a, what to say, a food coma. Izvini. Perhaps tomorrow morning."

"Ah, 'course... sure." Price sat back up and took another swig of tea, but Nik's hand didn't leave. It returned to his neck, squeezing his shoulder a little, circling his bicep, before slipping back into his hair. It was nice. Really bloody nice. Price couldn't remember the last person that had touched him without expecting something in return, other than a medic trying to save his life.

His eyes drooped as the film continued, but he only followed the dialogue in passing, his attention completely homed in on the trail of warmth and tingles left behind by Nik's touch. His shoulders relaxed, his ankle slipping from where it had settled on top of his knees, and--

"Ah, careful," Nik said softly, catching Price's mug before it spilled lukewarm tea over his tartan pyjama bottoms.

"Oh, uh, sorry, must'a nodded off."

"Da," Nik took the mug from Price's hands and returned it to the coffee table. When he sat back, he tugged gently at the side of Price's head and patted his lap. "Here, lay down."

Price blinked. "Really?"

Nik's smile was soft, head tilted, and he nodded insistently. They had been dating for a few months now. The sex was good; mind-blowing, in fact. But they had so few occasions to be close in any other way. If they weren't working, they were fucking, and if they weren't fucking then they were asleep in a tangle of limbs, grateful to still be alive and in each other's arms, but too exhausted to do much more. That was the nature of who they were, what they did.

These quiet moments, with nothing to worry about but spilling tea on your lap as you nodded off like an old man in his recliner, were rare. A date in Berlin, a walk in the local woodlands around Hereford, a trip to Brighton to browse the Lanes. Not much. But each time, Nik had surprised Price with something new. Pulling the chair out for him and walking him back to his hotel room in Berlin, holding his hand on their walk and scooping him into a kiss by an old willow tree, cupping his waist and resting his chin on top of his head as they gazed into shop fronts in Brighton. Small acts of affection that left Price stupidly breathless for how simple they were.

This was yet another thing Price had never experienced. Sure, he'd wanted to. Four partners in his lifetime, two serious enough to bring them back to his flat for more than just sex, but he would have never dreamed of asking them to cuddle him, or let him lay in their lap. They would have glanced up and down his bearded, six foot two frame, with weathered hands and scarred skin, and laughed in his face.

He was the cuddler, the pair of shoulders, the strong hands, the warm body against their back. He didn't get those things because that wasn't his role, right? In any relationship, he had to demonstrate his love through quiet strength and resilience. A man, the man was expected to perform in a certain way and not expect more than access to sex and to perform romance on someone else, certainly not have it in return. That was what he had been raised on, and Nik was just blowing it all out of the water.

Price swallowed, glanced from Nik's face to his lap and back again. When Nik raised both eyebrows and gestured again, Price finally shifted over to lay down. His head ended up against the cushion on the other side, his arm slanted down between Nik's legs. Nik pulled the fleece blanket from the back of the sofa and draped it over Price's curled body before lounging back into the deep pillows himself. It was comfortable, natural, and Price allowed himself a small wriggle of happiness.

But when Nik's hands settled on him again, Price thought he was about to elevate out of his body in pure bliss. Strong fingers pushed into his hair, while the other palm slid beneath the blanket to stroke idly over his arm and side. Price ignored the film in favour of closing his eyes to relish every flutter of sensation against his skin. The way Nik petted his hair, occasionally scratching lightly against his scalp, was heaven on earth. A thumb smoothed over one of Price's eyebrows and then followed his sideburn into his beard. "Ahh, better than any lap cat," Nik said fondly.

"Careful, might get m' claws out."

"Close your eyes and purr. It will be our secret."

Price chuckled softly, even rolled his tongue against the roof of his mouth to imitate a purr, much to Nik's delight, but he was soon drifting into a deeper, fluffier headspace that left him quiet but for muted sighs.

His toes curled when Nik scratched his nails lightly over the curve of his arse through the brushed cotton of his pyjamas and then again through his t-shirt on the back of his shoulder; a pleasant tingle blossoming through his skin beneath the duel sensation of soft material and blunt nails, leaving behind goosebumps and faint echoes of pleasure until Price's entire body was humming.

Nik alternated between that, a flat palm, scattered fingertips in large circles that eventually slid his t-shirt higher up his ribs beneath the blanket. Nik mapped his body reverently, lingering over the different textures of scars and moles, the fuzz of his belly and the silky soft skin beneath his arm. Price wasn't sure what he liked best. All of it. He liked all of it. Nik's big hands made him feel... safe. Cradled. They were warm, firm, assured equally in their tenderness as they were in their strength.

Price knew his body was translating the pleasure into arousal. There was a tension in his hips and his prick had chubbed up, but he was content to ignore it. It didn't matter. This was what he wanted - what he needed - right now. The man he loved touching him like he mattered as more than a warm body to have some fun with. That he was deserving of this innocent love, even with all the shit he had done, even being who he was.

A tightness prickled behind Price's eyes, a slight knot in his throat, but he swallowed it down, breathing softly through it until the sudden surge of emotion calmed. Mind and body running a gauntlet of emotions and sensations to try and translate the deep contentment it was experiencing, Price reasoned.

It was good. He could enjoy this. He could want this and Nik wouldn't think less of him. Nik was enjoying it too. Price could tell in the way he touched - occasional squeezes, lingering caresses, the change of pace, pressure and location because he wanted to feel all of Price at once - the slow, deep breaths he was drawing in as the act of doting on his lover was lulling him into a doze. This was what love felt like, wasn't it? This is what he had been missing all these years.

Price wasn't sure when they both fell asleep, but when he woke some hours later, another film on the television and the orange street lamps streaming in through the gap in the curtains, he only rolled over and nuzzled his face into the plush warmth of Nik's belly and closed his eyes again. This was where he belonged; safe and warm in Nik's hands.

[turtleblogatlast]

Headcanon that Leo really loved to give his family massages growing up. We know that he’s good at them from the episode “You Got Served” and we know he likes spas and relaxation and getting massages himself from when he tried to get these in “Bad Hair Day” and from when Donnie made a tennis ball massage machine in “Smart Lair.”

So I think it’d be cute to think that maybe one day Leo overheard Splinter complaining about a bad back and immediately Leo thinks back to a comic or movie or something he saw where a massage helped so he offers to give one and it actually ends up helping Splinter.

Then April swings by the Lair at a later time and mentions her back hurting because of her backpack from school and Leo’s all like “I gotcha!”

From there, he occasionally manages to convince Donnie to sit for one because Donnie’s shrimp posture does not help him any (Leo pokes fun at how sandpaper-y Donnie’s shell is despite knowing it’s always like that and Donnie smacks him for it.) Donnie usually prefers hand massages instead however as all his typing and inventing adds up over time, and shoulder massages too once he starts wearing his battle shells more. Leo also figures out how to give massages to Raph and Mikey’s shells as well, though it’s a struggle at first to not scratch his hands on Raph’s spikes.

I think since Leo has such bad luck with spas and the like, he tries giving himself massages (though it’s not as helpful.) Like, with how his abilities work his legs are probably always aching from his portal jumping and one foot landings, so maybe he branches past back massages out of a need to help his own aches too. (Though he really wants a shell massage himself, the same way he’d give them…the one time with Donnie’s tennis ball massage machine was but a short moment of what Leo’s been missing out on and what he’ll continue missing out on…)

I don’t know, I just think it’d be cute to think Leo could have honed his massaging skill this way in order to help out his family (and also partially because he wants a massage himself.)

[stil-lindigo]

my love is mine all mine

[slavhew]

daily affirmations: im the shit

[lulublack90]

Prompt 23 - Wash

@jegulus-microfic December 23, Word count 317

Previous part First part

James only just made it in time. He silently thanked the universe that Regulus hadn’t lashed out when he’d been dragged backwards through the tapestry. They’d waited for Filch to disappear before they moved, and then he was kissing Regulus. He wasn’t sure if it was from the excitement of almost being caught or what, but he was very much enjoying the sweet taste of Regulus’s mouth. 

“Come on,” He breathed when they finally pulled away from each other, and he led Regulus up the hidden staircase to the next floor. 

They wandered about the castle for a while, showing each other the secrets of Hogwarts. Regulus actually showed James a few passageways he’d had no idea about and made a mental note to add them to the Marauder's map tomorrow. He wouldn’t be able to tell the others how he’d actually discovered them. Maybe he could add them over time if he could remember them. 

“How did you know Filch was coming?” Regulus finally asked. James knew he’d ask eventually, but he was still caught off guard and scrambled to come up with an answer. 

“Erm…” He had nothing. 

“Is it some Gryffindor secret?” Regulus joked. James cleared his throat at how close Regulus actually was. 

“Sort of,” He answered. Regulus narrowed his eyes at James. 

“Is it a secret my brother is in on?” James’s palms were suddenly clammy as he debated breaking his promise to the other Marauders and showing Regulus the map. After all, he already knew about the cloak. 

“Well— erm—yes. Yes, he is—erm,” He wanted to wash the sweat off his palms as they got clammier. He was saved when they walked headlong into Peter on his way back up to Gryffindor Tower after saying goodnight to his girlfriend. Peter’s jaw dropped when he realised who James was wandering about with after hours. Sirius was going to kill him. 

Next part

[sharoscylla]

I feel like…….. Ratboy Tommy would be so intimidated by @meanbossart ‘s DU Drow but also the mental image of them running into one another at some sort of function made me laugh so hard I wanted to draw it. Poor Tommy lmao. Poor DU Drow frankly that guy has enough problems without a self-loathing half Drow going “oh my god my dad’s right about Drow being scary as hell”

Maybe there’s a tavs and durges bathhouse… that would be fun lmao

[tsuki-in-faerun]

'evan kelmp takes off his shoes before he goes inside' 😂

[giogiostart]

Some (of many) lawlight sketches I’ve done this past week

[fishareglorious]

what if marcus suddenly has a growth spurt and shoots up like a beanstalk on steroids to be tall enough to fit hofmann's coat

[totheidiot]

it actually baffles me so much that the lawlight rain scene and then the feet washing scene afterwards is like a complete anime-invention. it was not in the manga at all, they just made it up for the anime. that scene is my wife what do you mean it wasn't in the manga. huh.

[halfblood-princes-crown]

Imagine having a rich boyfriend like James Potter. Lily is lucky 🥰

I mean if that’s your type, who am I to say otherwise.

I wouldn’t want a boyfriend that threatened me and blackmailed me into dating him just so he could leave my friend alone…maybe that’s just me tho

[lizajane2]

I want to explain why Hidan and Kakuzu vs Kakashi and Team 10 is one on my list for top five fights. And up until this point, this is the first time you actually see why Kakashi is so well-known as a shinobi and feared.

Let's start with Shikamaru. He's extremely intelligent and already a few steps ahead of Hidan and Kakuzu, despite only seeing Hidan's abilities once and very little of Kakuzu's power, who is a beast all on his own.

I'm always impressed by Shikamaru's ability to utilize Asuma's chakra blades the way that he did. Absorbing the chakra and trapping Hidan and Kakuzu by their shadows. I don't think I've ever seen that happen again. The beginning of that fight was Shikamaru moving them, directing them in a way he wanted. Giving him that edge, that upper hand and it's absolutely remarkable the way it's executed.

This whole sequence is absolutely stunning to me for two reasons: one, Kakashi, while on the defensive, is seen as a threat to them because he's, in fact, stronger than Asuma, and two, how well Kakuzu and Hidan work together despite their differences. By taking advantage of Hidan's immortality, Kakuzu tries to take out Kakashi in a single blow.

Let's not overlook that Kakashi blocked lightning like it was a regular occurrence. I wish i could find a gif of that cause fuck, where did that come from?! You've been holding out, and it's pissing me off now.

And of course, Hidan's face here makes me crack up:

How priceless! LOL!

I also want to express my appreciation for Kakashi's speed, his reaction time, throughout this fight. It's not just Hidan he's fighting, it's Kakuzu too, and he almost makes it look effortless even though he's struggling.

What made this fight, for me, is how they managed to get hold of Kukuzu's blood when Kakashi first used his lightning blade and had Hidan use it in his jutsu. My teenage self was mind-blown. It was fucking peak. Especially, when Kakuzu returned after absorbing one of his hearts. And then Naruto comes in at the right fucking time with his new jutsu.

This fight is so good and has stayed with me for years, not just because of its display of ninjutsu, but the taijutsu as well.

[henk-heijmans]

Woman washing her feet in a brook, 1894, Indianapolis Museum of Art - by Camille Pissarro (1830 – 1903), Danish/French