#gods I'm rusty

[synodicsoma]

🌕🐺

[bethfuller]

waiting for you in the house the trees ate

[daily-odile]

various heavypaint odiles

[themadnesslinkedtoahat]

To quote a passage from the dictionary, the term 'love handles' comes from an individual's partner or loved one embracing them around the hips, which is where these excess fat and skin pockets occur. Cute name, though he understood how it could affect those with dwindling self-esteem.

Jefferson had always been somewhat slim, even as he edged onward towards his older years, though now, he was no longer deemed as flighty. Not that his profession required it.

He was a renowned maker of hats, a messenger, and a repairer of watches, each one either done with or followed up with a freshly brewed Earl Gray from a bone china cup.

A gift from Alice. His Alice.

Distracting himself from his thoughts, Jefferson looked down, his formal attire bunched up just below his ribs as he jiggled his added roll of padding (or muffin top, as he'd once heard it referred.) Some of his tattoos were already worn and slightly stretched. One; already showing clear signs of disproportion.

"No matter" he mumbled with a breathy chuckle. The corner of his smile tugged heavier on one side.

Now, there was simply more of him to love. More to embrace. More to appreciate.

[graciouswings]

I'VE DONE ITTT!!! i've decided to start re-reading warrior cats for the first time since i was a kid, so to have a little extra fun with it, i've been drawing all of the thunderclan cats from into the wild!

[tending-the-hearth]

listening to "whistle at me" and just curling into a ball all emotional because oh the painful painful implication that rusty's whistling has caused him to be hurt because of it, because the other trains view his whistling as wrong/disrespectful, so he only does it when he's on his own

and pearl doesn't understand why it's wrong, but she hears it and immediately loves it, and thinks it's a sweet sound, and rusty instantly clutching onto that bit of kindness, and the two of them creating something soft and secretive between the two of them

rusty not being sure about it, and pearl immediately reassuring him as they create a secret signal between themselves

god i LOVE this take on prusty, where they're both sort of these outsiders, rusty because he's "outdated" and pearl because she's shiny and new and doesn't know her way around yet, and they just gravitate towards each other

[charcubed]

wait I'm sorry I just got kicked in the face. There's gonna be more sherlock?

LMFAAAOOO

Okay so. Yes because real ones know that that's always been the case!!

Here's a list of some of the ancient lore quotes from Mofftiss about the 5 season arc:

"instant series commission, a guaranteed 2nd series, a cuddle, a guaranteed 3rd series, and a whispered invitation back to 'my place' (where I'll explain that really I've got a 5-series arc in mind, & a spin-off)" –Moffat, 2009 (one year before Sherlock)

"Having started off with Sherlock and John much younger men than they are usually presented, it would be rather lovely to keep going. I love the idea of them being in their 50's and still doing it." Mark Gatiss, 2013

“…we just got out of the rain and sat at the top of the [Sherlock] production bus… and we just started plotting out what we could do in the future. And we plotted out the whole of series four and five.” –Moffat, 2014

Moffat: "We've had the most sketchy discussions on what we'd do." Mark: "We have an idea for season five on a Post-it note. That's as far as we've got. Unless I'm lying?" –2016

Moffat: "Thank you for showing more patience than any other fandom in history." Mark: "Stay tuned!" 2020, celebrating the 10-year anniversary

Those are just the quotes I have on hand right now, of course, but I do enjoy trotting them out lmao.

And yeah, after s4, basically Moffat or Mark or Sue Vertue all pop up in press every now and then to essentially publicly say "yeah we'd love to make more Sherlock but it's so hard to get ahold of Benedict and Martin :/ someday!" and everyone on the internet goes "OH MY GOD SHERLOCK IS COMING BACK???" and those of us who have been here the entire time are like "yes. it's a matter of when, not if" looollll. (There was an article with quotes by Sue a few days ago so that's why everyone is discussing it again.)

Of course, quotes by the creators (who are also notorious liars) are arguably not what matters most. The biggest evidence that there will be more Sherlock is the fact that the show indicates a 5-season arc and always has. Lowest hanging fruit: "The Five Pips" of The Great Game, for example.

But! Required reading: I humbly direct you to this post by the brilliant @devoursjohnlock. It continues to be my favorite summary about what this show is doing, as a queer story that acts as a queer adaptation/interpretation of Arthur Conan Doyle's work to bring the subtext of the original stories to light as text – amongst other things. And it talks about how/why the story remains unresolved.

Aaaaand I also direct you to this post by @bisexualmindcabin explaining how/why there may be a 10 year gap before s5 – a.k.a. just like Arthur Conan Doyle brought Sherlock Holmes back 10 years after killing him, if Mofftiss wanted to recreate that, they'd possibly aim to bring the show back 10 years after "killing" it.

SO YEAH

TL;DR: THERE'S GONNA BE MORE SHERLOCK

eventually

[texasflowers]

Thick Studious Gohan

[circuseyesofgod-if]

what would the ro’s do with a flustered mc asking them for a lap dance ( except poor vesper ) deep crushing stage

“c-can i … you know …”

”can you what, sweetling?” Pharo asks, the words purring out of his mouth and between his soft lips.

you fidget under his sharp gaze, his eyes raking all over your body. you cover your face with your hands, one of them tightening in a fist over your mouth. “i … canihavealapdanceplease?”

Pharo laughs, a sound rich and dark and predatory. “you’re cute, i’ll give you that.”

with a slightly unnerving smirk, he bends down slightly to reach your face, looking in your eyes. he won’t touch you, you know he won’t. he won’t even lay a finger on you unless you say you want it—want him.

“so shy, aren’t you?” his breath touches the skin of your cheek, a much more tender touch than you’d get from his own hand. “keep up the flustered act, it suits you. might even get you what you want tonight if you keep being good.”

“i-i will! i’ll be good. i’m always good.”

his dark eyes turn golden, just for a moment, and a wide smirk rests on his lips, mocking. “yeah? you promise. MC?”

you nod, a tiny little pathetic shake of the head.

Pharo pushes away from you, only to push you onto his bed. hard. you fall down onto his soft pillows with a huff as he pulls his shirt over his head. you bite your lip, almost on accident, as Pharo proceeds to give you a real show. and at the end, he’ll touch you. you know he will now, you see it in the golden of his eyes.

“come on, just spit it out already,” Odessa says as she rolls her eyes. “you’ve been here for, what? ten minutes already? and all you do is stutter and blabber nonsense.”

you blush. she tries to hide it, but her russian accent always comes out when she’s frustrated like this. she masks it so well you forgot you’d probably hear it now too, and it distracts you terribly.

her long red nails tread softly on her wooden vanity. its cheap white paint scratches under her nails, leaving trails of its real tree trunk brown underneath.

“w-well, i’ve seen you tonight. i saw you perform,” you manage to croak out.”

Odessa huffs impatiently. “uh huh …”

“and … i was just. you danced beautifully.”

”oh,” there is a hint of a smile on her lips as her mouth corners quirk up slightly. “thank you, MC. that’s sweet.”

she looks at you, all shy and flustered, yet you can’t decipher what goes on behind those bright blue eyes. you push a stray strand of hair behind your ear as Odessa watches you intently, her chest moving up and down with her tense breathing. could she really not see what you want? or is she just pretending not to?

she turns around and sits down on her chair, picking up a brush. she detangles her hair softly as she moves her eyes from you to her mirror self. “if that’s all, MC …”

”i want you to give me a lap dance.”

Odessa goes still. she sets her brush down and takes a deep breath before standing up. she walks over to you, slowly, hips swaying, until she’s looking you straight in the eyes.

“what was that, cupcake?”

“i … i-“ you try to say it again. you want it so badly, why can’t you just tell her? what was that stupid attempt earlier? of course she didn’t hear you well. you whispered it, you dummy!

”that’s what i thought. anyways, i wouldn’t. not when we’re not … not like this. no.”

Odessa walks past you, her eyes holding something inside you can’t quite explain, and shuts the door behind her.

”hi Vesper!” you squeal, waving at it through its tank’s glass.

Vesper’s head jerks upwards, recognition gleaming in its dark eyes. this is one of your favorite parts about visiting Vesper—when it immediately recognizes you.

tonight’s show was so incredibly draining. so many bright lights, so many loud shouts fro the audience, such a chilling silence from The Ones up in their balcony. if you think you might be a little sweaty even now, you can’t imagine how Vesper must feel.

you slowly walk closer to it. “the crowd was kind of crazy tonight, huh? they totally loved you, though.”

Vesper shrugs, an awkward little motion of its bony shoulders. its shoulder blades flex in motion with its breath, you notice. how many times have you wondered how it would feel beneath your fingertips? you’re so close you could touch it. if only this glass wasn’t in between you two …

Vesper looks at you weirdly, head cocked to one side like a confused puppy. gods, have you scared it? you’re sure it knows something’s up now, anyway.

you plop down in a chair next to it, sighing. “hmm. have you seen Odessa’s dance earlier?”

it nods enthusiastically, making a wide tumble in the water. Vesper did well tonight, so Pharo let it stay in the bigger tank.

”i … i wish … gods. i wish you could-“ you turn your head away from it. you can’t even say what you want out loud. it’s not like Vesper could give it to you, but you want it to know it's what you want. you turn your head back suddenly, the stiffness about you making Vesper touch the glass with its webbed hands.

”i-i wish you could dance like that for me too. like Odessa does.”

a long silence stretches between the two of you, a silence so loud that it radiates off of your shallow breaths.

but Vesper does what it does best. it tumbles in the water again, like it does in all the shows. it tumbles and it moves its tail in circles, looking at you all hopeful and giddy. that must be what you wanted from it, right? right?

[sleepymaven]

Playing Armored Core 6 and just... thinking.

Thinking about 621 and Rusty possibly cuddling. 621 still wide awake as Rusty lightly breathes in his sleep, nice and slow but still present.

621 listening to Rusty's breathing intently. To his heart beat. Focusing on the warmth of his body heat.

Focusing on how alive Rusty is.

The knowledge his is just alive and well being comforting enough for 621 to finally drift off to sleep as well to the sound of Rusty's hearbeat; a soothing lullaby for 621's ears.

Just thinking about how my interpretation of 621 is probably so insanely traumatized that 621 needs to constantly be checking if the people 621 cares about are truly alive.

About how Rusty holds 621 so closely to his chest as a way of keeping 621 grounded.

About how shaken 621 must have been in that cave, having to fight Rusty. Hearing Rusty call 621 dangerous.

Imagining the thoughts running through 621's head in that moment. No. Anyone but Rusty... I can't fight Rusty– No. Not Rusty too.

Thinking about how 621 probably could have killed Rusty right there, but held back, opting to just damage his AC's enough to make him stop. Even ceasing fire when STEEL HAZE lost its arm, as if 621 was hoping Rusty would just stop, which he did.

..I really need to start writing again...

[postaldouche]

couldn't find the other images i have of them but i'm a huge fan of the way pete looks at rusty sometimes it's really banger if you ask me

[sableprince]

been really struggling with art block but i had to get a couple chants of sennaar doodles out of my brain because it's a lovely game

[fishblade-koi]

*looks at your dilfmond* does he need a husband… or someone who can give him another kid he doesn’t know about? 🥺😭😍

I MEAN HE WOULDN'T BE AGAINST THE IDEA 👀👀👀- On a more serious note, I've always had the hc of Desmond being aro and/or ace but putting this hc aside, I do also think that in a somewhat "fix it au", he'd put his own mental health first before thinking about sharing his life with an another person because do he NEEDS some times for himself 😔 ...and then he learns about Elijah's existence and he would be absolutely mortified like FUCK GIMME 5MIN WDYM I HAVE A CHILD ?? AND HE'S A SAGE ??? AND TF HAPPEN WITH JUNO HOLD ON- ✋✋✋

[achillean-knight]

this took me... a whole ass week bc I got hella sick 😭 Anyways, Mettaton May days 4 - 5 >:3 Letter & Home 💪 Rushed after the second page bc I realised how long it'll take to actually polish it HHRG

[justalittleraven]

Dragonblooded

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[hanaflowersofficial]

don't worry Piccolo, i didn't forget!

happy belated birthday! 🥳💚