#he is very proud of himself as he should be

[razorblade180]

Archon Ranking

Charlotte:Aether! As a famous traveler with deep connections to other nations and their Archons, I have to ask, *pulls out pen and paper* who do you think the best Archon is among the ones you met?

Aether:…*looks around* I don’t know how, but it feels like they’re listening. I just know it’s going to get back to them.

Venti:*behind a house* Shhh

Archons:*nod silently*

Aether:This question isn’t exactly easy, it’s not impossible. The Raiden Shogun and Rex Lapis are out of the running.

Ei:(That’s fair…)

Zhongli:*slouches*

Charlotte:Well one of them did kick off a civil war, but why think little of the deceased Lord of Geo? Is it because you didn’t get the chance to know him enough.

Aether:…Yes. While I commend his diligence, I fear having such a strict and uncompromising approach to the concept of contracts lead to a few… rather unnecessary predicaments that could’ve been avoided by forming more open and new contracts with his people.

Zhongli:An interesting perspective. One that may or may not hold some merit. I won’t outright dismiss it, but some things must be set in stone.

Furina:Now I don’t mean to criticize such an enlightened individual, but as someone who actually had a national incident set in stone, I don’t think your plan had to have one.

Zhongli:Hmmm

Aether:The others are sorta tricky. I can’t find fault in how Nahida chose to conduct herself. Centuries of isolation by her own people and yet she still helped throughout history. Perhaps it would’ve been simpler for her to take a hands on approach and speak out against the injustices she felt, but she’s still a young and gentle god. I can’t blame her for feeling small.

Charlotte:I’ve read dozens or articles after Sumeru’s liberation. I gotta say some brought me to tears! Though she’s far older than us, I must say I don’t think it’s inappropriate to say asking such a feat is no different than expecting a child to stand up to an adult without ever being taught to do so. If anything, it makes it more amazing that she eventually did!

Aether:I agree. I’m very proud of her.

Nahida:*sniffles* Aw, I see. Suddenly I’m all warm inside.

Charlotte:Am I correct to say you’ve met the god of Anemo?

Aether:….

Charlotte:Off the record.

Aether:Yes. I’ve met them several times. As for on the record, the Anemo Archon may not be present often, his presence is always felt down to the blades of grass. From the very start he made a place made for his people, and lead by his people. A hands off approach not only not only fits the god of freedom, but is beneficial for the common man. Plus, it’s not like anyone feels abandoned. There’s countless records of their god returning to aid in times of need.

Charlotte:Make you wonder if he had any hand in the Storm Terror crisis.

Aether:I wouldn’t put it past them. My glider never seemed to fail a rookie like me when I needed it most.

Venti:*smiles smugly*

Zhongli:You still drink too much.

Venti:Because I have the time. You do too. Some might say, Liyue is more like Mondstadt these days.

Ei:No one is saying that.

Venti:And yet I still find it comical how much a certain someone put into retiring, just to live among his people with a normal occupation.

Mavukia:He…makes a point. To a degree. You both ended in the same spot surprisingly.

Zhongli:Sigh….

Aether: As for Furina and Mavuika… it feels wrong to praise one without the other. The Pyro Archon is a strong capable leader who’s very personable. Her plan was a bit more than crazy, but it had to be to face the abyss. Most importantly, she suffered alongside her people and sacrificed a lot in order to see her plan through. Things nobody should ever have to give up; like being an older sibling. She has my respect. Truly, no one fights alone with her around.

Mavukia:*smiles* If you ask me, he should share some of that praise with himself.

Aether:As for Furina, well, do I really have to tell you about her. To this day, people see her as a the Hydro Archon.

Charlotte:How could Fontainian’s not? Even with the truth discovered, it doesn’t change she’s been prevalent in our history.

Aether:While I don’t think I can say her leadership skills are as astute as other Archons, I personally can’t bring myself to say she isn’t brilliant. Furina did her job to the letter and never compromised it once for the sake of her people despite every single day wearing down her soul until she was in literal tears. I honestly don’t know what’s more impressive. Mavukia has always moved forward without faltering. That takes immense strength. Furina though, she doesn’t have that kind of strength. In a lot of ways, she did break and hesitate, yet she walked forward all the same. It’s both amazing and terrifying. Human Archons sure are interesting.

Charlotte:Maybe it’s our shared humanity that made them so strong in your eyes.

Aether:Maybe, but I think even archons in the traditional sense are more human than some give them credit. For instance, they’re all nosy enough to eavesdrop behind a house.

Venti:Ha, busted…

Furina walks out with a red face and eyes that tried to act serious but failed to do so thanks to their glossy gaze that struggled to hold back tears. She didn’t even know what to say and feared her voice might shake. Before she could try, Aether hugs her. She can only hug him back in frustration. It didn’t take long for Nahida to join. Meanwhile Mavukia and Ei walked out into view simply because there was no need to hide.

Aether:You guys are ridiculous.

Ei:True feelings are typically expressed when the subject isn’t around. I must admit, I wish you had said at least one positive thing.

Aether:No one can ever doubt that you care. Maybe you didn’t express it correctly, and very few people know your grief, but you are a good person. I mean that.

Ei:I appreciate your understanding. Perhaps in the future, many more will share a similar idea.

Charlotte:…*squints* Are the Anemo and Geo archon behind the house too?

Aether:Off the record?

Charlotte:*tosses pen and paper* I can keep a secret! I’ll make a contact if I have to! I just gotta know~

Venti:..*peeks head out* Hello!

Charlotte:I’ve seen you!!! You’re the drunk bard everyone likes even though he doesn’t pay his tab!

Venti:I pay my tab! It just keeps coming back.

Charlotte:*bounces with anticipation* Is the Lord of Geo with you? Hehehe~

Zhongli:…*sticks arm out*

Charlotte:DIRECTOR HU TAO’S FUNERAL CONSULTANT!?

Zhongli:Wha- she knew by my sleeve!?

Aether:I am going to be honest, wearing all brown and having a job that uses your encyclopedic knowledge of history is not a conspicuous disguise.

Venti:I told ya, you might as well of chose to be a miner. There’s dozens of those; much like there’s countless bards! So what if I sing an old song!? Nobody would bat an eye if you were good at digging.

Zhongli:Sigh…

[kittenscookie]

How do you think M. E Hermes would react to Luke’s quest?

Like, Hermes sends Luke on the quest to seek a Golden Apple at the Garden of Hesperides from the tree, Luke gets hurt, yada yada?

(I’m sorry if it’s a bother, I’m just very invested with M. E Hermes and Luke getting an actual good father figure)

Oh you're not a bother at all! In fact I should be thanking you, you've given me an excuse to talk about this!

That quest is something that probably becomes a point of contention for them because well I see M.E Hermes as being very hesitant to send him on it. As in didn't want to send him on it at all but well, Chiron assured him Luke would be fine, Dionysus assured him Luke would be fine, Luke assured him he'd be fine. So he trusted his son and off the boy went.

But Luke was not fine

Sure he succeeded, sure he came back, but he came back heavily concussed with broken bones and the side of his face sliced open. Sure Luke is smiling, joking, proud of himself but all Hermes can think about is how that wound was going to scar and had it just been a bit deeper he would have lost his eye. And for a while all he can do is hold his boy who tries to reassure him that he's okay, he's fine. And in that moment all he can think about is May, all he can think about is Luke at eight years old begging him to let him go to camp because he'd failed him and his mother.

"You are not fine, but it will be alright because this will never happen again".

Then a few years later Percy Jackson comes to camp, he is given his first quest. Luke wants to go as well—protect his little sister, his friend, and this boy he's taken under his wing. Hermes forbids it.

[lulublack90]

Prompt 6 - First Full Moon

@wolfstarmicrofic January 6, word count 665

Tonight was the night. The night he’d been dreaming of since he found out Remus was a werewolf. He’d spent hours researching how to become an animagus, roping James and Peter in to help. They’d been just as excited as he was to be able to do this for their friend. Remus had been coming back to the castle with more and more injuries since he hit puberty and Sirius wanted to do all that he could to ease Remus’s pain. 

It had taken months to be able to change into an animal at will. He was rather proud of his animal form. An enormous shaggy, black dog. He was sure he looked almost like a werewolf in this form, so he would match Remus perfectly.

They’d gathered in the Shrieking Shack, Remus having told them how to get in. Thank Merlin, that Peter was a small enough animal that he could easily get under the Whomping Willow’s flailing branches to press the knot at the base of its roots and render the damn thing motionless. 

A creak downstairs told them that Remus and Madam Pomfrey had entered the derelict building and that they needed to keep completely silent until they were sure she was gone.

“I’ll see you in the morning, Remus dear,” She said kindly before they heard the sound of the metal bolt on the other side of the door being slid across, the quiet mutterings of her spells to lock Remus in and then nothing.

Remus appeared in the doorway of the bedroom they were hiding in and Sirius raced across the room, slamming into him in his haste for a hug.

“You ready?” He asked once he’d righted himself.

“I think so,” Remus replied, sounding nervous. All of Sirius’s research was based on theory. There was no definite proof that in animal form they’d be safe from the werewolf. Remus had been reluctant, but eventually, he gave in as he usually did where Sirius was concerned. So here they were, waiting for the moon to rise.

It wasn’t long before Remus’s winces and low grunts became more pronounced as the pain of transformation began to overtake him. He fell to the floor on his hands and knees, his back arching as he whimpered. The others took this as their cue to change.

The room was suddenly very full, what with Sirius’s large size and James’s antler span. But all Sirius cared about was his best friend now writhing on the dusty ground, his body twisting and shaking. 

He moved forward, nuzzling his nose against Remus’s side. A clawed hand swung out, barely missing him as he jumped back. Remus let out a low snarl that no human should be able to make and that's when the cracking started as his bones broke and reformed, revealing the beast within. 

Sirius sat back on his haunches as he watched his dear friends be completely destroyed, slowly turning into the animal he’d hated since he was five years old.

With a final roar, Remus was gone and in his place towered the wolf. His silver-grey fur glinted in the patches of moonlight creeping in through slits in the boarded-up windows. Sirius stared at him through his canine eyes and realised that he looked nothing like this majestic beast. He would have been jealous if his canine brain allowed such emotions. 

Remus moved nearer to him, sniffing the surrounding air. This was it. The moment of truth. In the next thirty seconds, they’d find out if Sirius’s theory was correct or if they were about to be torn to shreds.

Remus’s wet wolf nose touched Sirius’s wet dog nose, and he knew right there that they would be fine. He barked happily at the wolf, jumping around him playfully, nipping at his legs, enticing him to play.

The next morning, for the first time in ten years, Remus woke up without a single cut, scratch or bruise, much to the amazement of Madam Pomfrey.

[lchufflepuffcorn]

Matebond!Aemond: thoughts

More Dragon!Hybrid thoughts because I just CANNOT not think about it.

Masterlist

Dragon!Hybrid Masterlist

Requests are open!!

I do not own this GIF; it belongs to its creator.

Warnings: None, no pronouns used for the reader.

Aemond didn’t have the luxury of having his father explain to him every perk of his hereditary gift. At first, he hadn’t had those perks at all. Was the death of his aunt linked to his newfound powers? Who knows? Certainly not Aemond. And to be fair, Aemond didn’t feel like he had a father, most of the time, anyway. 

So meeting you, and the feeling of absolute need to have you hit him like a fucking stack of stones. And it scared him. Sure, you would be staying with him from now on (either you're his knight or his fiancé(e), or something), but at the same time, not having you with him sends him into fits of rage rarely seen from him. 

Nowhere could Aemond find any information on what he was feeling. Not the library, not his father; he wouldn’t be caught dead asking Rhaenyra about it either. His very last option is Rhaenys. And she’s not much more help. But now, at least, Aemond knows what plagues him. A mate-bound. 

I’d imagine a romance with Aemond would be very tumultuous. Not much because of the sexual tension; Aemond has a very weird way to see sexuality, I’d imagine. More so because Aemond is emotionally constipated (it’s really not his fault; he didn’t have the greatest family to grow up in!!). But Emoting™ to the extent Aemond emotes when you’re with him, or concerned, is the most he has since forever. 

Every time you smile, Aemond cannot help but to smirk too. He particularly likes to give you things, just to see the smile it’ll bring to your lips. He will give you anything you ask for, you yearn for. Or anything you look at for more than five seconds, really… 

It would start as something he cannot fully control: 

There’s that cape of yours that flies behind you as you walk. It’s maddening. Aemond can only think about how the fabric touches back on your skin and how coarse it seems. He should be training. But his eye is trained on your form instead. The way you move captivates him more than anything Sir Criston could tell him. 

You haven’t been with him long, not enough for Aemond to comprehend how you can consume his every thought. Your mere presence around him is a liability, but sending you away... the thoughts only make him flinch. He likes having you watch him, knowing that your eyes are on him, only him. Aemond has to reposition himself, having lifted his head and chest so he would appear greater yet again. Not a battle position. Aemond also ignored the quizzical glance Criston sent his way.

And then changes as something natural as time passes: 

Aemond lay, his head resting against your heart, listening to the soft thumps-thumps-thumps it made. He rarely got late mornings where he could enjoy you like this. His tail resting against your legs, rounding behind them like a cord, making it impossible for you to flee. Not that you would. It’s rare for him to show his dragon's parts. He’s always on edge. But now, his hands have talons, scales that start dark and end in the same color as his usual skin near his elbows. He resists the urge to draw shapes on your arms, where the clothes have rolled up as you laid there. 

He relished in the silence, the soft breaths you exhale, resting your eyes, as you said earlier. 

“You can’t fall asleep, my love.” He reminded you in a soft, sweet voice. You answered him with a simple, quiet hum. Aemond knows he’s warm. Warmer than any human could be without fevers, warmer than he ever dreamt he could become as a child. And even if he reminds you of your future engagements, part of him is proud to make it so difficult for you. 

There’s something akin to a purr that wants to get out of his throat. He dislikes that sound, usually. It makes him feel like a child, and it reminds him that his mother finds the sound annoying.

Would you find it annoying? 

The thought disappears instantly when you run a hand through his hair. 

[imaginatio-n]

Ghoap Cheating-But-Not-Really Ficlet Part three: Digging the hole deeper

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“Did that pint insult your manhood or something?”

Ghost can hear Gaz, but he can’t rip his eyes off Mathewson’s arm draped over Johnny’s shoulder.

Swallows around the growl threatening to rise up his throat at the way Soap tilts towards the man, celebrating another point for their team. His cheeks are flushed a healthy pink from all the shots Ghost has watched him down, and he keeps burying his face in Mathewson’s neck whenever they huddle close to discuss answers.

Sometimes burrows close seemingly without a reason, whispering low words only for the two of them, shooting Ghost quick little looks Simon pretends not to see.

“Hey, you alright mate?” Gaz has leaned in closer, his eyes following Ghosts stare with a frown.

No. He’s never been worse. Simon never should have agreed to come to this bloody pub quiz night. But Johnny had begged and whined and his eyes were so blue- The same eyes now firmly set on someone that isn’t him.

Ghost forcefully relaxes the deathly grip on his glass and finally looks away from them. “Fine. What was the question again?”

Gaz is still looking between Soap and him as he speaks. “You’ve been-“ He stops himself. “Is everything alright between you and-“

Usually Simon is glad the two of them are an open secret in the one-four-one. They don’t have to hide when it is only the core team in a save house somewhere far away from base. Can share a bed without question. Won’t be thrown a single look for huddling close during exfil.

Lately Simon hasn’t been as glad.

“I said I’m fine, Sergeant. What was the question.”

Price has been quiet all night, only chirping in whenever the questions circled back to some bloody obscure topics, but now he raised a brow inquisitively. “Simon?”

Price has never commented on them. Simon guesses he is trying to maintain a state of blissful ignorance. For obvious reasons. Just once, a few months ago after Johnny landed himself in med bay for three days, did he ever say something.

Ghost neutralised the target in the end, with a shot that was practically impossible to explain on paper. But Johnny had been stabbed twenty minutes ago by that point and his voice over the comms sounded strained and Simon needed to get him out of there-

After the Captain walked up to him, gripped his shoulder tight and said, “I am proud of you. You know that Simon, right?” And Simon knew what those words really meant.

Just like he knows what his name spoken like that means now. ‘I trust you. I trust you to keep this under control. I trust you to tell me if you can’t.’

Ghost forces himself to relax. Again. Takes another sip of his pint and leans back. He needs Johnny, he can not loose him. He won’t let anybody take him away from him for good. Not even Price. “I’m fine, Captain. Really. Just a bit stressed lately.”

Price looks at him for a long moment, seems to find some kind of answer in his eyes, and his frown softens. “The question was, what do the wheels on the bus do in the song?”

Simon relaxes for real then. There’s no use in fretting. No matter what, Johnny is going home with them tonight. With Simon. “Hm, go round and round.” None of them raise their hands. Almost involuntary Simon glances over at Johnny once more. He is leaned over Mathewson’s phone, giggling at the screen.

Whatever Johnny is willing to give, Simon reminds himself.

(If only he would be kind enough to keep everything else where Simon doesn't have to watch.)

---

Soap is not drunk, thank you very much. He hiccups and Marvin laughs as he stumbles into him, wrapping an arm around Soaps shoulder so they won’t go down on their way to the loo.

They shove each other in front of the urinal like they’re still in year eight and as soap tries to save the travesty that is his mohawk, Marvin giggles behind him. “Look a’ the li’l rascal!”

A too bright screen gets shoved into Soaps face, but he grins so wide it hurts when he recognises Marvin niece and Lieutenant Meow both dressed up as little princesses. Crown and all. The pictures have been coming in all day, only getting cuter by the hour.

They finally managed to solve their little cat dilemma earlier that day. It was high time, too. There were only so many times Soap could hide away with the kitten in the barrack showers or in a storage room somewhere in order to evade a suspicious drill sergeant or another superior. He still can’t believe the Captain hadn’t even questioned the bag of kibble Johnny had hastily shoved up his shirt that one time they walked into one another.

Also there ways no way Lieutenant Meow would have survived another spontaneous inspection.

“Oi, she’s sent a vi’eo, too! Wanna watchit, sir?”

Soap does. Very enthusiastically. The loo turns out to be too sparsely lit and too loud to make out much of anything. They decide to go for a smoke in the alley outside and watch it there.

On their way to the inconspicuous side exit Soap practically collides with a chest made out of stone. Not fully decided if he’s in the mood to start a fight or laugh it off it takes him a second to realise that it is “Simon!”

Soap has the sudden urge to climb his partner like a bloody tree. Simon is simply standing there, dressed in nothing but a thin shirt and jeans that grip his arse deliciously tight and- And Johnny is flat out gagging for it. Well, he always is, but after the last few weeks...

Something is going on.

Simon has been getting worse. One moment he’s avoiding Johnny like the plague, just to hang off him like a koala the next. And lately, in bed, there is some sort of desperation between the two of them Johnny is not sure what to think of.

He really needs to speak to Price about that weekend off. Tomorrow. Tonight is all about celebrating a well deserved win. Live in the moment and just relish in the presence of this perfect, perfect man.

Maybe Soap could even be convinced to exchange a celebratory blowjob for a consolation fuck later that night. Yeah. That sounds awesome. He should let Simon know right now before he forgets, the world is still kind of blurry in front of him.

He leans up and whispers is Simon’s ear. Giggles when the idiot tenses up against him. Bloody prude. Johnny can barley hear his own words over the noise in the room, no one will overhear a thing. With a wink he leans in even closer and smirks at Simon as he asks “Aright with you, sir?”

Simon is still rigid as a statue and slowly Johnny is getting nervous. He is pretty sloshed, maybe he overstepped and made Simon uncomfortable. He should apologise-

A soft palm cups his cheek and Johnny practically melts into it. Simon has that new look on his face again, the one so desperate Johnny doesn’t know what to do with it. But right now Johnny just wants. Wants everything Simon will give him.

“Johnny, I-“ Simon swallows hard. His gaze dancing between Johnny’s eyes which makes him kind of dizzy. “Yeah, alright. I’ll wait for you. Always.”

Johnny grins like the cat that got the cream and has just enough brain power left not to kiss Simon right here right now in the middle of a sea of civilians and military personnel. Just enough.

With one last wink he turns and drags Marvin outside. He needs to cool off desperately and he really craves that smoke right bloody now.

[unseriousassassin]

Tae-Oh’s smile was sharp and cold as he leaned in, eyes locking with Nico’s with an unsettling calm. The family Nico had destroyed, the life Tae-Oh had lost—none of it was forgotten. It simmered beneath the surface, but Tae-Oh wasn’t in a rush to unleash it. Not yet. "Oh, Nico," Tae-Oh chuckled, his voice dripping with mock sympathy. "You're cute when you try to be all... threatening. You really think I’m scared of some guy who thinks he’s a big deal because he managed to catch a my family off guard?" He shook his head, grinning wider. "But hey, I can’t say you didn’t make an impression. You killed my family, but you didn’t take me down. You should be proud of that. I guess some people just aren’t good at finishing the job." The last sentence dropped from his lips like a challenge, the words sharp and taunting.

Tae-Oh leaned closer, narrowing the space between them, his gaze piercing through Nico as if he could physically break him with a glance. "But let’s talk about your fantasy, Nico. It sounds riveting, but sadly a fantasy is all it will ever be for you. You'll never get the pleasure of being the one to kill me." He chuckled darkly, then straightened up, as if bored by the whole thing. Tae-Oh would never give him that; he'd sooner off himself. "You wanna gut me alive, huh? Well, here’s the thing: You lack presentation. Because right now? You don’t scare me."

Tae-Oh’s grin sharpened into something predatory, his voice dripping with quiet menace. "And Nico… thanks for the compliment. I’ve been keeping tabs—very close ones. You've got some interesting people around you. They seem like a good time. Maybe I’ll pay them a visit… get to know them better." The threat was laid.

Nico rolled his eyes, "What? Are we friends now so you can use my nickname?" Of course, it must have been a way to get under his skin. He started going by Nico after his escape, before then it was just close family friends that called him that sometimes. "No tension here. Just fantasying about watching you die, you know, cute little things." He said with a playful smile. "Ah yes, You would know something about that huh? Your parents really were the best teachers. Did so good they didn't even see me coming when it was their time." Tae-oh was the only one to get away from Nico's assault. A 17 year old boy taking down the whole family. "I'll put an end to your curiosity. I am well. Good job keeping tabs. I'm actually rather excited you are back Tae, looks like our favorite past-time can continue. Have you been keeping up with your skills since you have been gone? Maybe I'll give ya a few days to brush up. I want you at your best when I gut you alive."

[rabb1ttrash]

I just think Wolffe deserves to have claws :)

[turtleblogatlast]

I love Raph and haven’t said that enough so to be more specific I love that Raph is a soft boy who loves bear plushies, a gross boy who eats an assortment of things that are definitely better left alone, a smart boy who is more than capable of taking down villains through planning and fortitude alike, a strong boy who is dedicated to training his muscles and fighting prowess, a teenage boy who loves his brothers but is more than happy to tease and roughhouse with them, an angry boy who sometimes lets his anger take a hold of him to cover the fear, a gentle boy who is generous with hugs and affirmations to those he loves, a capable boy who takes on more than should ever be expected of a teenager, a good boy who just wants to be a hero and slowly comes to realize the cost of that duty, a good boy who has no reservations about putting himself in the way of harm coming to his family, a good boy who’s a great brother and son and person and deserves only the best the world has to offer.

[inkpotsprite]

Just imagining Regulus finding this dumbass stag with its antlers caught in a fence then carefully and gently helping it out and healing any small injuries he finds.

After that, he sees the stag quite often and gives it treats or just talks to it while it silently demands head pats.

Meanwhile, James has skipped right over the sexuality crisis and is now staring at Regulus with hearts in his eyes.

[mamawasatesttube]

i do genuinely think an adult, fully-realized kon would be able to defeat superman in a fight. not just saying that bc he's my fav or whatever but because like. ttk is so op. telekinetic power with the range and raw strength to destroy every single gun in LA, and the finesse of control to not destroy anything else? that alone is a huge force to be reckoned with. add kryptonian abilities on top of that and you've got a fucking powerhouse. like um devs? op tbh pls nerf (except don't, because i find that sooooo tasty.)

because to clark, i think this is a good thing! it isn't quite so lonely when he's got a little brother/son/they really can't label it but they're family, who understands the alienation. the burden of having so much power. the fear of what your own hands can do. he sees in kon a kindred spirit, although it also saddens him that kon has to feel this burden too.

but kon?

oh, kon is terrified of himself.

[musubiki]

lately ive been thinking about the contrast going on in Early Lime where hes like "tbh im pretty sure i could have any girl i wanted including mochi i mean i guess if she wanted we could give it a shot one day but i dont really care lol" and then very easily becoming completely unhinged for her the second he gets a tinge of romantic affection

[paperlovesadness]

Biggest Miles Kane fans (in order):

Alex Turner

Miles Kane himself (rightfully so)

You & me Tumblr friend. (And his mum)

Generally people with taste 👌

[megaclubdiolis]

藤原兼家 × 藤原道長

-Pursuing power and prosperity is the fate of our family. You have to keep that in mind, Michinaga.

-I'm only the third son--

-I am also the third son!

[fragmentedblade]

Blade compared the relief from pain death brought him to the moments spent with his friends drinking together.

His desire for death as both a release from pain and from the condition of existence in which he finds himself now, so similar to that which he most hated (hated so much as to dedicate his entire life and self to fight, up to the point of crossing unthinkable barriers for shortlife species); but death also almost like a returning to the time that was, the joy and pride it brought him, and the friends and self he lost

[makoheadrush]

Quietly bragging that my kid was accepted to the Berklee college of music

Quietly sobbing because it is heartbreakingly unaffordable

[theheadlessgroom]

@beatingheart-bride

"I can't blame you!" Randall had gaped as he listened to all of this, very grateful to have this moment of peace, spent venting with his bride-to-be and his best friend: He couldn't say he'd had nearly as long and embarrassing a day as they had thus far (at least, not when it came to discussions about having children), but it had been a very busy morning, with a lot of running back and forth, feeling like he was juggling at least twenty tasks at once.

"And here I thought I'd been having a rough morning," he laughed in exasperation, sweeping a hand through his black curls before saying, "But you two have me beat, oh, I'm so sorry you had to sit through all of that! I'm glad you were at least able to escape and come down here!"

"So are we," Dorian laughed tiredly, able to have a sense of humor about the embarrassing discussion earlier. At the very least, he was able to laugh it off, far more than he'd be able to laugh off the gossip, the only part of the brunch discussion he didn't bring up to Randall-he considered it, admittedly, but he didn't want his best friend to know what his parents were saying about his beloved mother...