#google flight

[dire-vulture]

Our impact

[coldarena]

mota uniform studies + a very good boy

[riacte]

superhero au but it’s about superhero false saving this silly civilian guy ren who keeps on getting kidnapped for some reason (and he has no idea he knows the superhero in real life)

[timblrdrake]

do you speak different languages?!

i do!!?! i can speak french, german, russian, spanish and cantonese

my parents were really intent on me being multilingual growing up so i had a bunch of language tutors and tools french in school :p

[sleepanonymous]

After Red Rocks, when I got out of my post-concert shower I laid in bed and made this list so I wouldn't forget some important details of the ritual. I was gonna turn this into a cohesive post but I'm home and I'm lazy so you get screenshots instead 😅

[epiphainie]

i genuinely do not care if the time jump between season 7 finale and season 8 premiere is like 6 months or a year or ten years or that bucktommy will have been dating for centuries in 8x04 or whatever. i dont care about in-show time, i care about the time i had them on screen and i will be pissed af if they move in together that early

[lovvecherrymotion]

i guess i'm heading to finland this summer after all

[alum-fr]

I haven’t made much time for art this week, so, here- a quick scribble of an Arabian Sand Boatl.

[naggingatlas]

got stuck on jhariah again. i think he should be like. the next my chemical romance. the fuckin. whats his face. jack stauber. he should be that, impact on nerd culture-wise. i need to engineer a 56-step plan on how to surgically implant him into every 14-year old schizophrenic's brain. who's with me.

[156l]

painting of an underwater aether dragon + process! maybe i should make this dragon real?

[sandsurged]

i just remembered what the Everlux dragons actually remind me of, and it's not caterpillars

it's the fucking water bears

[sollucets]

as a tiny prompt: aye wearing akks clothes (maybe an iconic tank top that's a bit too big on him) and akk feeling a certain way

hi nonny i am at last back at it again. thank you for your patience! ✨i think akk's more iconic of his 2 tank tops is definitely the teal one

we are in the post-os2 long-distance akkaye timeline again; 1.2k, rated t for they're kissing

💜

It’s well into the afternoon when Akk finally hears the telltale sound of movement in his bed. His desk, across his dorm room, faces away, and he doesn’t bother turning from the chair to look. It’s going to take Aye a little while to actually wake up, and the last Akk had seen he’d been sprawled face-down across the pillows, taking up nearly all the room in an already too-small bed. 

So instead, he keeps writing, the little scratching noise of his pen the only sound in the room. Akk usually works with something playing in the background, but he’d forgone music in deference to Aye’s recovery from nineteen hours of air travel. He’s also not really working, not so soon after the end of term; he sets back to writing in his journal, content enough to wait just a little longer. 

Like he’d expected, it’s a while before he hears the telltale groaning of Aye actually getting up. He resists the urge to look for a while, but eventually turns to glance over his shoulder and catches the bathroom door closing, hears the sink turn on. He smiles. 

A few minutes later, he again doesn’t look up when the door opens and Aye’s arms loop around him from behind, a chin digging into his shoulder. 

“Good afternoon,” Akk says mildly, gently leaning the side of his head against his boyfriend’s. 

Aye whines, incoherent, and squeezes around Akk’s shoulders. He smells like toothpaste. 

“That bad, huh?”

“What time is it,” Aye mumbles, almost directly against Akk’s ear. 

“It’s half past two, and I probably should’ve woken you up earlier. The jet lag isn’t going to get any better like this.”

Aye lets out a muffled groan and drops his face into Akk’s shoulder, breath warm against the skin. He has to be leaning over the back of the desk chair, and it can’t be comfortable, but he’s clinging so thoroughly it’d be hard to detach him. He says something, barely audible. 

“What?” 

“What are you doing?” Aye enunciates more clearly, sounding both definitely still sleepy and distinctly pouty. Akk can feel his lips moving. “Pay attention to me.”

“I’m journaling,” Akk answers, laughing a little. Deliberately, he adds another word. 

“What happened to my cute boyfriend from yesterday who missed me so much he cried at the airport?” 

“Your cute boyfriend from yesterday had to carry you inside from the car and as such doesn’t miss you anymore,” Akk answers primly, holding in a laugh. “Also, you cried too.”

“You just called yourself cute,” Aye says, sighing dreamily. “You should write it in your journal. This is a historic moment.”

“Shut up.”

Aye scoffs theatrically. “Listen to you. I’m never so mean.” 

Akk pointedly gets another two words written down and very generously doesn’t refute Aye’s bald-faced lie. “I’m not mean. I let you sleep in, didn’t I? And I made lunch, but it’s in the minifridge now.”

Against his shoulder, Aye’s lips curve first into a smile and then into a kiss. 

Akk melts a little. He hadn’t known, really, how much he missed this. He thought he knew, but he didn’t. 

“You made lunch for me?” Aye asks, sounding delighted despite how he’s pulling his arms away. “I guess I can forgive you then. I am hungry.”

Akk spins in his chair, glancing up. “We can—“ he starts, before the words catch in his throat. 

Aye’s hair is down, soft and in his eyes. That’s the first blow. The second is his bare legs, the edges of boxers just barely visible under the hem of the third shot directly to the heart, one of Akk’s tank tops. 

On Akk, it’s already oversized, and on Aye the effect is worse. He can see the curve of Aye’s waist where the side hangs open, paler than the rest of his skin. It contrasts prettily against the blue-green of Akk’s shirt. His eyes stick there, tracing the shape of it over and over until without his conscious input he reaches out and curls his fingers around that waist, tugging Aye abruptly forward into his lap. 

Aye makes a cut-off little noise of surprise, just barely getting his legs to the side in time. His skin under Akk’s hand is warm and soft and his weight in Akk’s lap is familiar even after all these months away, and his mouth is still in a cute little ‘o’ of surprise. 

He rallies quickly, though, and that ‘o’ morphs into the cat smile Aye wears only at his most self-satisfied. Leaning forward to keep his balance, he sets his hands lightly on Akk’s chest and says, a laugh in his voice, “Does my cute boyfriend still miss me after all?”

Blinking a couple times and valiantly fighting the urge to dig his nails in, Akk says, “You’re wearing my shirt.”

It’s hardly the first time. Aye loves stealing Akk’s clothes, and he’s seen it before — but the combination of all that skin and Aye soft and real and in his room and his shirt and now his lap is doing something to him. Aye’s here to steal his clothes again, here and tangible in his arms. 

“So I am. Most of mine are still in my bags.” Aye’s tone is fond as he stares down at whatever dumbstruck expression Akk is wearing, but it goes darker as he asks, “Do you like that?” 

Akk tries to drag his eyes up through the sea of radio static that his higher thought processes have become, but before his face is another stopping point; his collarbone, visible from the drape of the tank top and sadly unmarked. His left hand comes up until his thumb can run over that exposed skin.

He feels more than hears Aye take a breath in, and lets his fingers follow the motion up the column of his throat. It vibrates as Aye says, a little shakily, “I guess that answers that question.”

Akk, who would usually roll his eyes but is distracted by the way Aye licks his lips after speaking, finishes the journey to curl his hand around the back of Aye’s neck and pull him down. Aye goes easily, melting into the kiss with a sigh that Akk has heard a million times and also not in months. They’d kissed last night, brief and soft and clumsy with sleep once he’d finally gotten Aye into the safety of their dorm, but not like this. 

No, not like this at all; he feels teeth against his upper lip. Aye’s hands leave his chest to wander down to his waist then back up to his shoulders and cling there, squeezing pressure through fabric. It feels a little like Aye might understand it, like he might get the ache in Akk’s hands and heart to hold him as close as possible. Akk makes a soft noise into his mouth, shifting in the chair, and they break apart for a moment, just far enough that their noses still touch. 

“So,” asks Aye, breathy but still somehow infuriatingly smug, “Do you want me to keep it on, or take it off?” 

In retaliation, Akk summons all his willpower and says, “I thought you were hungry.”

Aye leans in again, close enough that their lips brush, and whispers, “Shut up.” 

[makedamnsvre]

watching all of the internet kill itself . they werent lying abt enshittification

[louisisalarrie]

A fan posted that Louis and his group are in her flight and Oli took his shoes off lol https://x.com/aaaugustaaa/status/1799918370399371374?s=46

I mean like at least he was wearing slides??? Probably didn’t smell??? Here’s hoping he didn’t take his socks off. the gross boys need to be flying private hahahahah x

[it-happened-one-fic]

Daarin - Wanderer

Author Notes: I know the title looks like a typo but I promise its named that for a reason. I decided I'd finally try my hand at writing the Wanderer (Scaramouche, Kunikuzushi, insert-name-here). I wrote this fic while listening to “Test Drive” and “Forbidden Friendship” by John Powell from How to Train Your Dragon. REader is, as per usual, gender neutral. I hope you enjoy!

Type: Fluff/ potentially romantic/ gender neutral reader/ Post sumeru arc/ Reader isn't overly fond of heights

Word Count: 1405

You swallowed thickly as you looked down from the high mountaintop the Wanderer had brought you to. Trying to buy yourself some time, you chanced a furtive glance over at the young man, only to see him smirking at your obvious nervousness.

Stubborn as ever, you looked pointedly away from him and back down before immediately regretting your decision as you took in the frankly terrifying heights the two of you were at.

Letting him talk you into climbing this blasted mountain was one thing, but having already agreed to fly after he told you he could was, as you now realized, quite stupid of you considering how heights were known to make you nervous.

But then, befriending the Wanderer wasn’t exactly your brightest move either, considering he’d refused to give you a name to call him.

 In fact, the rather strange young man merely scoffed and told you to call him whatever you pleased before beginning to immediately turn down every single annoying nickname you came up with. 

“I know you said you have an Anemo vision and all…” Your hesitant words were almost immediately met with a snort that had you looking over at the young man, whose purple eyes were alight with an almost perfect villainy as he grinned at you.

“Chickening out now, are we, Daarin?”

Ah yes. Since you’d yet to figure out a name that he deemed acceptable, the little scoundrel insisted on calling you ‘Daarin’ rather than using your name.

You had initially thought that ‘Daarin’ might mean something akin to ‘darling,’ just based on the way it sounded. But with the way he always managed to say it like a mocking insult, you now doubted its meaning was anything quite so sweet.

So you reacted as you often did, with a petulant frown as you held his violet-hued gaze, “I didn’t say I wouldn’t do it. I just want to know how, exactly, you think you can take me flying?”

His motions were still far too smug for your liking as the young man crossed his slender arms and stared at you with an unimpressed expression, “You don’t think I can do it?”

You blinked before nodding in an almost solemn manner, “In a word, yes. I don’t think you can.”

And there it was. His characteristic scoff which was accompanied by him turning his head to the side in a way that made his astronomically sized hat hide his rather delicate-looking face. You could still hear his rather bitter sounding words, though, “Shows what you know.”

No sooner that he’d finished speaking, the young man dropped into a sudden crouch, and gusts of visibly turquoise wind swept towards him, almost knocking you down with the utter force of the winds that zipped around you towards him before they propelled him straight upwards.

He slowly twisted in the air, a proud show of his total control of his unique hovering ability, before he looked down at you with a smug grin, “Well?” 

It took you a second to realize he was now holding out one surprisingly delicate hand, his silent offer to lift you from the steady ground that supported you and into the faint breeze that currently held him aloft.

“I thought…” You trailed off, uncertain of how to say you’d been expecting a brief gust that would carry you into the air before setting you back down rather than flying hand-in-hand through Sumeru’s clear skies without potentially insulting the notably touchy young man.

But in the end, you found yourself slipping your hand into his as you clamped down on some vestige of courage within yourself in a refusal to give him an easy opening to mock you.

His grin was still villainous, but now there was something more to that smile as well. But you weren’t given time to ponder it since he yanked you up and into the air with a strength that did not match his small stature.

Your reaction was fast, as you let out a squeak and latched tightly onto him. Your one hand clasped his shoulder as your other tightened its grip on his hand while he proceeded to zip backwards through the air. 

Farther away from the edge of the mountain out into the skies that suddenly seemed far less welcoming now that the two of you were hanging in the air high over Sumeru with you relying totally on him.

You gasped slightly, wrapping your arm around his neck as you continued to stare down, down, down, towards the rocky river that was miles below you.

You could hear and even feel him laughing, but what was strange was that it wasn’t that usually harsh and haughty sound. Instead, it sounded genuinely bright and happy. Filled with real amusement that wasn’t dripping with cruel sarcasm.

After he recovered from his bout of joyful laughter, some of the bite returned to his words. Almost like he had an image to keep, even though it was just the two of you, far, far away from anyone else in the entire world that was now miles below your feet.

“Why did you ask what flying was like when you're so scared?” His teasing was enough to get you to tear your gaze away from the immense drop that awaited if his Anemo vision decided to randomly give out. 

You twisted to glare at the young man as you hissed out an answer, “When I said I wondered how flying felt, I didn’t expect to be taken to the top of a mountain and hauled off its peak.”

“What were you expecting?” There was a clear scoff to his voice yet again, but any retort you had died in your throat as you realized exactly how tightly you must be clinging to him for your face to be this close to his.

Your thoughts steadily began to clear into something that was less panicky, garbled spiraling that was barely disguised as irritation, and into more distinct thoughts. 

You noted how relaxed his arm that was wrapped around your waist was. Even the hand that still held yours was totally relaxed, with his fingers just barely curled over yours. Tight enough so that he was holding your hand, but loose enough that, if you’d wanted, you could have easily freed yourself from his grasp.

Unlike you, the Wanderer was totally unconcerned. In fact, he almost seemed dignified in the way he floated through the skies, like he was exactly where he was meant to be. Way above everyone else.

It suited him in a conceited kind of way, but then he was prone to viewing himself as better than others. 

“Now that you’ve relaxed, how about you look around again?” His tone was still full of unimpressed mockery, but you found yourself listening to his advice and glancing around.

Despite yourself, his calm demeanor was causing you to also relax. 

If he was so unperturbed, then nothing could really be wrong with his control of his vision. And now that you were looking around at Sumeru from the skies, it was quite beautiful.

Everything was green and filled with life. And it was strangely peaceful up here in the skies with just the Wanderer at your side.

“Well, Daarin? Does it meet your expectations?” His words were less biting now, almost like he was relaxing even more as he floated through the air with you cradled against his side.

But his words brought a thought to your mind even as you nodded slowly to answer his question.

Daarin. You could use that.

“Rin.” You turned to look at him, your eyes finding his purple ones, which met yours with obvious confusion as you spouted that single word. Or rather, name.

“Rin, will that work as a name for me to call you?”

His lips curled up into an all-too-pleased grin. But then you knew that he knew exactly what the name ‘Rin’ meant.

Severe, cold, and dignified.

There was no way you’d ever own up to outright calling him dignified. If he asked, you’d just tell him that you’d taken it from the ending of ‘Daarin.’

“So that’s what you’ve come up with…” You braced for his teasing harassment, but it never came. Rather, he seemed oddly satisfied as he tightened his grip on you slightly and looked out across the horizon with a smile, “It will do, Daarin. It will do.”

NOTES: Daarin (according to Google) is the Japanese way of saying ‘darling.’ Translation for Rin came from Behind the Names website, it isn’t actually what I named the Wanderer in game.

[bogkeep]

we did not have NEARLY enough time to explore the melbourne museum but we did get to see the triceratops