#he has a very nice voice

[movedto-mrs-bluemarine]

Hey. Vsauce again

[ammoniteflesh]

Flirted with Solas like once and, regrettably, I do get it.

[hirudou]

Yuu rubbed his eyes looking at the potion sheets and then at the pot. He heard the dull voice talking. Right he was in study session. "Sorry...What, what were we reviewing?"

        there  is  nothing  he  will  not  do  in  the  pursuit  of  knowledge.  yes,  even  endure  the  meager  day  to  day  of  college  once  more.  zandik  knows  everything  these  classes  have  to  offer,  and  beyond.  alchemy  is  a  game  to  him,  and  though  he  itches  to  test  mixtures  since  forbidden--  he  behaves.  stays  his  hand,  and  loathes  how  uneasy  it  makes  him.  though  his  displeasure  is  evened  smoothly  out  by  a  new  project.  one  that  he  is  determined  to  break  ground  on;  and  yuu  is  the  subject.  tragic  some  might  say,  but  it  really  is  the  highest  honor.  no  magic,  no  place  to  call  home.  he  can  give  him  both  these  things,  and  so  so  much  more.

  he  clicks  his  tongue,  brows  knit.  "  must  i  repeat  myself?  "  a  jest.  though  somewhere  in  the  back  of  his  mind  he  desperately  wishes  to  smack  his  'classmate'  with  a  book.  instead  he  leans  closer,  and  taps  a  gloved  digit  against  a  string  of  letters  and  numbers  on  the  page  propped  up  next  to  him.  "  we  are  going  through  potion  making.  really,  if  you  fall  in  the  pot  i  will  not  be  pulling  you  out.  "  another  thought.  one  he  quickly  swipes  away  with  a  smile.  "  now  read  this  back  to  me.  "

unprompted / always accepting

[razzafrazzle]

my love for foppish fictional men truly knows no bounds

[image description: two drawings focusing on flavio from paper mario: the thousand-year door. the first picture of flavio singing, drawn in a simple, sketchy style. the second drawing is a comic. the first panel shows mario and goombella sitting across from flavio, who has a dreamy expression on his face and is saying, "we shall gather a crew and set off on a journey of romance!". the second panel is of goombella replying by saying "yknow that there are only male sailors in rogueport, right?", with a note below that panel saying "shes a lesbian shes just also homophobic". the third panel is of flavio looking confused, followed by the final panel of flavio in front of a rainbow background as he says "yes? does flavio stutter??". end id]

[ohno-the-sun]

Vibrating with happiness I got them signed aaaaa

[sskk-manifesto]

Bungou Stray Dogs: Dead Apple and how “ability users” (opposite to “normal people”) learning to accept themselves through the acceptance of their own abilities is a queer metaphor of acceptance of own's sexual orientation and gender: an essay by me

[smol-soop-spoon]

imagine being the guy who supposedly inspired Henry's character and discovering thousands of complete strangers on the internet are violently thirsting over your fictional alter ego

[hotdrinks]

I meant WHO is Jon?

A fella

[ID a very simplified sketch of Jon sims sitting with his legs straight out, holding a tape recorder and frowning deeply. Three disembodied eyes hover behind him and look at him. End ID]

[befuddled-calico-whump]

Augusnippets Day 29: Singing

cw: aftermath of/referenced torture and captivity

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for the @augusnippets challenge // word count: 665

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Benji hummed quietly from the spare bed, an open paperback on his knee, words neglected and unread. It felt weird to watch Sahota sleep, but he couldn't take his eyes away. Every little shift, every change in breathing spiked his nerves. He was healing now, filling in, looking almost healthy, but he still wore the remnants of his weeks in the cell.

They'd almost been too late. Benji couldn't shake that. He'd still been recovering when Joy and Jer finally found Sahota, bedbound for almost a week after his own horrible ordeal, but it all felt so small when they'd carried him in.

He'd been almost skeletal, bruised up and unconscious, his torso wrapped in a hasty bandage that was oozing blood from everywhere. Benji didn't need to be in the medbay anymore by the time they got to him, but he'd moved back in anyway. Couldn't leave him alone for a second, couldn't let him wake up to being alone, because that had sure fucked him up the first few nights, and—

Sahota coughed in his sleep, and a zap went through Benji's nerves at the sound. His eyes went to the man's face, scanning for anything wrong, seeing nothing but an expression that looked almost peaceful.

Okay. Good.

He continued humming, a little louder now in an effort to calm his nerves. 

The summers die, one by one. How soon they fly…

Yeesh. Maybe a little on the nose.

Good morning Baaaltimore, every day's like an ooopen door—

“Y’singing?”

Benji nearly jumped out of his skin. He hadn't realized Sahota was awake. Had he woken with the cough? Or before it? Had Benji woken him up?

“Uh. Humming,” he answered. “So kind of?”

“Mm.”

Neither of them said anything for a moment, and Benji found himself holding way too still. He was a little irritated that he couldn't tell if it was residual jitters from his stint in the cell or just regular awkwardness.

Sahota was the one to break the silence.

“You don't have to stop.”

“Yeah?” It was all he could think to say in the moment.

“Better than silence.”

Yeah. He got that much. Humming and singing under his breath had been the only way he could comfort himself, especially once they started leaving the bag on. His captors didn't like it, but it was the one thing he kept coming back to, even after they'd hit him for it a few times. Silence was a killer.

“Any requests?” he said lightly. 

“Anything you want,” Sahota responded, shifting against his pillows. 

“Hope you like showtunes.”

The other man let out a quiet chuckle, and Benji smiled at the sound. “Sure. You know the Flintstones theme?”

He had to keep himself from busting out laughing. The man was bedbound, he had to cut him some slack here. “That's not what I mean by showtunes,” he said. “I'm thinking more along the lines of Broadway musicals.”

Sahota's eyebrows went up slightly, though his eyes remained closed. “I liked The Lion King. Does that count?”

“The musical?”

“No, the cartoon. Is there a musical?”

This time, Benji did laugh. “Oh, you have a lot to learn.”

“Are you planning on teaching me?”

“I can go on for hours if that's what you want.”

“Beats listening to my own heartbeat.”

“Then don't say I didn't warn you.” Fuck, he wanted to launch into something fun, perform a one-man Wicked, find a way to bring the life back into Sahota---and introduce a hardcore spy man to Broadway, to boot.

But they were both exhausted, and killing silence didn't mean getting loud, not right away.

“Let me take you back to the musical that started it all,” he said. “For me, at least.”

“Yeah?”

“Promise not to laugh.”

A chuckle. “Cross my heart.”

Benji took a breath. It had been ages since he'd sang for an audience, even an audience of one. But right now, this felt like something they both needed.

“Memory, turn your face to the moonlight. Let your memory lead you, open up, enter in…”

[coquelicoq]

girl help the beautiful man at the food truck flirted with me and shook my hand with his big gorgeous hand and held on a little longer than he needed to (but in a good way) and then he gave me a free mango lassi and THEN left his food truck unattended to go get me a bottle of water after i asked if there was any water available and after all that all he wants in exchange (other than payment for the food i ordered) is for me to rate him on google maps. but girl i don't even know how to do that

[agent-jaselin]

Astarion was not the first to bite in this relationship. Because why head butt when you have perfectly good fangs?

(Also to note, Calem doesn't sound like a housecat, he sounds like Cheetah's or snow leopards.)

[geriatricfunkyman]

i had an actual, real life teasing banter with someone yesterday. like “you’d write this in a carefully crafted novel” kind of banter. yelp.

[toytulini]

me, stupidly and weirdly resistant to listening to audio books vs reading a physical book for no real reason: man i wish there was a way to like, read a book while i crochet like i do with tv shows and movies and podcasts

[t3acupz]

I’ve been steadily going through Mark O’Brien’s filmography and he’s such a great actor, kind of a shame he’s not more well known. He played Randall Tier so reserved but then he played Jonathan Tucker’s younger, drug-addicted, loudmouth brother in City on a Hill and both were so believable. He’s got range. Plus, seeing Tucker and O’Brien playing brothers from Boston is very up my alley.

[myreygn]

modern au dad askeladd except he's not an actual dad but this random kid shows up to his house every day and tries to have beef over the closed food store askeladd bought and turned into an antiquarian store. turns out the food store used to be run by the kid's father until he passed away which is very sad of course but also askeladd is not gonna cooperate with some brat that borderline harasses him day by day. only that he can't call the cops because he kinda has a turbulent past and if they find out he's filling his store with stolen goods it's gonna become a huge problem. and note to destiny, the stupid kid finding out is not that great either because now he has to hear it out if he doesn't wanna go to prison and also he should probably learn the demon child's name while he's at it. shenanigans ensue.

[average-hua-cheng-fan]

all i want is for the gambler's den scene to be loudly blaring poker face by lady gaga. is that too much to ask