#hehheHEHEHEHE

[soapyakships]

hair DOWN

[cayennesugar]

STEP 3: rizz 🙏

Well.. it worked 💀

Target acquired, Quickshadow can now bring out the worn out book of vows she’s kept ready for Primus knows how long

[ermdotorg]

if anyone wants to see a new character in here just let me know :p

[ablique]

teenage charles and william (i love saying william)

[chillbean-427]

……

Do I even need to say anything?

[lil-gae-disaster]

Freddie is dying ig 🚶🤷

(@schnitzelsemmerl & @hamalicious-soup -> OC mentions)

@unicornsaures @marsfingershurt @papers-pamphlet + all the others

My birthday gift to y'all 😁😁🎉

Jonathan sat next to his husband, next to their shared bed.

Although,

Husband was a bit of a stretch. They were not legally married, they would be hanged if they were to try, although being hanged seemed much more merciful than this alternative.

Was this how his dear fool had felt when Jonathan had been shot and unconscious all those years back? The desperation of being able to do something. Although, no, this was a completely different scenario.

Here, Frederick was not shot. He was not unconscious and unrecieving of his surroundings. Here he laughed and spoke with Jonathan. Although, those times had become rarer after the fatigue had gotten worse. Now he was just sleeping most of the time.

His greying hair, which had still strands of blond flowing through it like it was a sea of gold and silver, was damp with sweat. It had grown long, but it also has lost the powerful wildness it had when they met all those decades ago for the first time.

If Jonathan could go back and could tell his 5 year old self that this boy, this boy who had accompanied him all throughout his life, this boy would be the person they would grow old with, he could not imagine what the child would say.

They first spoke when they hosted a banquet, all that time back in Darlington. His hometown. His parents had invited friends from overseas, but Jonathan couldn't have cared less. He knew he could not be bothered with such, much unlike his brother. He had been considerably older and favored by their parents, so he knew how to handle such occasions.

But then Jonathan came face to face with an equally bored seeming boy. He had tight curly hair back then, which had shined like gold in the light of the ballroom. They had spoken, with much less of a language barrier since that boy spoke english well, and they had proclaimed themself to be friends.

After that, they had not seen each other again. No. That is not right.

Jonathans first time at the market, he had been freshly 13, he had met a similar boy. First, it was at the Jewelers station. Then, it was at the farmers where they had been buying food for their friend. It surprised little Jonathan that his parents had friends that lived in a village, as opposed to a mansion.

He had introduced himself, much happier and much less with that sneer his child equivalent seemed to wear if he was not in company of anyone.

This teenager was much happier and curious, obviously as new to the market as Jonathan had been. His hair was also shorter, it now barely reached his neck.

He happily talked with the noble boy, his speech now had more security in them, and much less of a feeling that he was talking down to someone.

Jonathan did not get the boys name, but he knew. He knew it was the same boy from those years ago. Or he wanted it to be.

They had not seen each other for some years after that.

Until he had ran away, dropped out of college, moved in a blacksmith and began his apprenticeship as a blacksmith. He was incredibly grateful that everything went so smoothly.

He had been returning from a walk and he had spotted him again. He was moving near the tailoring shop, which later proved to be due to his profession. Jonathans heart jumped at the sight of the young adult.

Now, Jonathan could scream at himself for not realizing his hearts desire earlier.

They talked regularily as long as their schedules allowed it. But they never moved from being just aquaintances.

Then, the war happened.

After Jonathan joined the cause in the winter of 1775, he entered his tent for the first time. And it was Frederick who greeted him. The man was happy, and he looked proud to be here, among the ranks of men fighting for the crown.

He had led Jonathan around camp, showing him where everything important was. And the brunette can clearly remember how he did not listen to the boy.

He was distracted by his ocean blue eyes. By the red coat that made the small red hue in his hair clear. The way his freckles on his cheeks moved when he talked. The way his eyes sparkled with pride.

Jonathan knew that night that he was gone. His heart now laid in the hands of the boy with the name Frederick Kenneth.

It did not help that the other two men with whom they shared the tent were already sharing a cot, so Frederick and Jonathan had to share.

And it did not help that Frederick offered to cuddle, at least during the winter months at first. To keep the warmth from killing them both before the battlefield could.

They had grown close during this time. They had become dear friends, with Jonathan oftentimes having to tend to a drunk Frederick after he came stumbling into their tent and flung himself onto Jonathan.

Frederick had also made sure to straighten Jonathans outfits because "you have a reputation here. I do not. Your appearance matters more than mine does." This made Jonathan protest while his heart fluttered. And then.

Then came the first mission.

Jonathan realized he could see Frederick never again.

He kissed him.

And regretted it all throughout the duriation of Fredericks leave. He rather they had no opportunity to talk after the mission because Frederick was too immersed in the aftermath and Jonathan knew without a doubt that the man avoided him.

Then, Jonathan got shot. He had been told after that, that Freddie had been sitting by his bed, weeping and neglecting himself just to pay attention to Jonathan.

And.

The confession. The soft, watery "I love you" whispered in a mess of alcohol and relief as he hugged Jonathan. That's the most significant moment during the war.

The after is, well, a story for their children to hear.

They have built a life here, Fredericks father has accepted Jonathan as his own.

They married.

They have lived their best lives here on these newly independent grounds.

The silent confessions of love and everything else has happened in those four walls.

Their daughter had walked and crawled on thie floor. They had raised a living being here.

It sounds so surreal.

"Jonathan" a weak voice whispered, but it was enough to pull said man from his thoughts.

"My dear boy, you're awake. How do you feel?" He asked in a franzy, hastily sliding closer to his undoubtedly dying husband.

"As fine as one can" he replied weakily, a shaky and with wrinkles adorned hand cradling Jonathans jaw.

"I think..." a cough. "I think my time here is coming to an end..." he said with a weak smile, his head slightly turned to the man he had known for over 60 years. Loved for nearly 50.

Jonathan frantically shook his head, tears already collecting themself in his eyes. "Please. Please say anything but this. You will recover, dear."

Frederick softly shook his head. "You will be on your own. I am sorry." He whispered with tears collecting themself in his own eyes.

"Frederick, love, please" Jonathan breathed, first tear running over his cheek.

The old tailor smiled softly and moved to play with a loose curl of his husbands hair."I can't wait to see my friends again" he said with a distant voice, but his eyes were wholly on Jonathan. His Jonathan.

Said man just held the hand that was not occupied with his hair. "Please don't say that my love" he begged "please" his voice was not above a small breath, he felt he couldn't get more into his lungs than that.

Frederick frowned. "I have to ask one thing of you, my dear boy" he said as his hair continued to play with that strand, a habit that had not changed with the years they both have changed and grown.

Jonathan nodded softly, the tears now freely flowing over his face. "What do you want? I will do anything." He said with a weak voice. Everything felt like it failed him at the moment.

Frederick looked Jonathan in the eyes with his own beautiful, ocean blue eyes. Jonathan had never known such beauty before he laid eyes upon Fredericks own eyes.

"I want you to not immediately follow me. Be it one year or ten, let nature decide your pace. You will manage without me." He said sternly, but still an undeniable amount of fondness in his voice that never seemed to go away, no matter how much Frederick may feel to Jonathan at that moment.

The retired blacksmith smiled. "Of course, my dear fool." He said. And what was what they were, weren't they? Complete and utter fools. They have thought their time together was unlimited, they'd die together, as one, but then Frederick fell ill, Jonathan did not.

The ill man chuckled a bit, which resulted in a coughing fit. He smiled weakly as he began to cradle Jonathans jaw again. "Tell Franzie and Katja I love them"

He couldn't hear this anymore. He knew that he had to, but he couldn't. He couldn't bear to hear his dear Frederick talk like that, not after the near fifty years of their life shared with each other day for day.

He couldn't do this. He couldn't exist alone without his dear boy, his Frederick, on this planet again. He needed Frederick to feel complete. And yet... "I-I will." He whispered, his voice now failing him completely.

He couldn't do this, he couldn't, not now, not after they had shared half a century with each other. Not after they fought in a war together. Not after they had held each other so often, telling each other that they are fine, that their cracks are their beauty.

Fredericks hand took Jonathan's. "But you will always be the one I love the most, my beautiful boy." He whispered with so much love in his voice. Jonathan forgot his tears, forgot his sobs. Because it dawned on him. After all those years, after all this long time, he would be alone again. Without a support to keep him upright. Without his Frederick.

"Fred-" he had to take a deep breath, to not cry at this instant. "Frederick, I-" a soft finger on his lips broke off his sentence.

Then, the hand moved to intertwine itself with the hand Jonatha  had laid on Fredericks chest, where his heart still beats weakly.

"Shhhhh.... I love you, my Jonathan" Frederick whispered with a genuine smile, one single tear running from his eye to the pillow and a last kiss pressed to Jonathans hand.

Then his heart stopped beating.

Fredericks entire boy went limp, his hand let go of Jonathans, he was gone.

He's gone.

He's gone.

Jonathan is alone again. For the first time in 50 years, Jonathan is truly alone again. No Frederick to keep his darkness from consuming him. Nobody. He was truly alone. Jonathan wept. He held his husbands hand and wept into his clothes. He was pathetic, he knew that, but he could not just act as if Frederick never existed. They had known each other for fifty years, have loved each other for nearly 50 years, goddamnit!

He wept as he remembered them danging walz in the living room while their daughters were in the garden with the dog, who had died long ago.

He remembered all the "I love you"s whispered in those walls, protected by secrecy and the promise of love and adoration.

He remembered the smile as Jonathan presented Frederick with the rings. The rings which symbolized a promise of eternity spent together. Until death do them apart.

He remembered how he had thought of Frederick of the sun so often, it had become a nickname only for Jonathan to know about. Frederick was his sun, his personal and only sun.

He remembered how they had celebrated every achievement of Franzie. How they had made sure to include Annas other children too, since they were now as much family as Franzie was.

He remembered how he had helped Frederick pick himself up over and over again, how he had let it slip once what truly awful people had raised him in his first decade on this earth when they were gone.

How he had cradled Frederick after Isabell had died. After Catherine had died, how many times he quietly comforted Frederick at night when the girls were sleeping. How he had to pry the alcohol from Fredericks hands after Josephs death, how much of a support Frederick was in Jonathans grief.

And now he was gone. Jonathan was left alone in his grief. Left alone in this world for the first time in over 50 years.

He didn't know how long he wept or when he fell asleep, but he got awakened by the sun tickling his face.

Then he remembered. Frederick, his Frederick, his dear Freddie, his fool, his sunshine, his sun was gone.

He began to cry again.

Within those cries, he managed to remember the day.

"Happy birthday, my dear foolish Frederick"

[gloomingstar]

ur so freaking awesome

thank you very much! But you're more freaking awesome.. :3

[freakywonbin]

guys, just got diagnosed with yūta syndrome 💔

[medicsbigburlychest]

scout the type of guy to listen to trouble by eminem and say "yo this is fire"

[lilyxlovelyy]

Sodapop and his girlfriends first date? Can the girlfriend be basically a female version of him?? Maybe they could be in a secret relationship cause they know their friends would be annoying about them being together lmao

Of course 🎀 i’d love to do this!!!

Sodapop x female!Reader

Warnings: none, maybe a bit of smoking but nothing else 🤷‍♀️ (please tell me if there are anything I missed)

You were laying sprawled out on the curtis couch on one hot summer afternoon, nothing was going on. Absolutely nothing. to some that seems perfect but too you it was miserable. you were restless and aching for something to do but frankly it was way to hot to do anything besides plunge yourself into an ice bath. No one was around, they were either at work or out doing something on their own. Although you were bored you must admit silence was nice until sodapop, twobit, and Steve came barging the the front door. “Hey y/n” Soda said with a cheeky grin. “Hey” you replied and laid back down only sinking further into the couch. Twobit groans before parking himself down in the cozy armchair next to you. “Its to hot” soda moaned while splashing some water on his face in an attempt to cool off. “I know right.” Steve grumbled while laying down on the floor in a weird star fish pose. “Want some cake steve” soda asked with a grin to which steve surprisingly replied with a firm shake of his head. “No this heat is making me fucking nauseous” he sighed and rolled onto his stomach. You smirked down at steve before looking back up at soda “that’s surprising” you chuckled and sat up slowly. “Well we gotta do something to get our minds off this heat.” You said looking around the group. “What about ice cream!” Twobit said with his mouth full of cake. I rolled my eyes with a chuckle. “For one, eat with your mouth closed and two… well i have nothing else to complain about lets get ice cream” she grinned and hopped up off the couch already walking towards the door with soda at my side. We were all standing by the door waiting for Steve. “Go with out me… i fear ill never get up… t-the heat is too much” Steve moaned dramatically while closing his eyes for extra dramatic effect. “ughhh, Steve shut up and lets go” you all three shouted in unison.“Fine” he groaned and we all made our way to the ice-cream shop done the street.Once we ordered me and soda sat at the picnic tables outside while Steve and twobit waited for their food.“Im glad we are here together” you smiled at him from across the table.“Yeah me too i just wished those two weren’t here” he rolled his eyes a grin still evident on his face.“Well its like our own secret date” you smiled and he smiled back.

[echothealien]

Yall im in spanish and i watched Sonic Prime season 3 episode 1.

SHADOW IS A PROTECTIVE BOYFRIEND!!!!!!

they held hands, Shadow almost comforted Sonic, Shadow saved Sonic and realized Sonic was the Prism energy nine needed.

GAY TEAM WORK MAKES THE DREAM WORK

[flyingtacoturtle11]

Regulus kinnies with GLASSES>>>>>>>>>>>

[tamaruaart]

Wowowoeowowoeoeowoowoowwooeowowoowweoeoewweeweeoeoewwe

Zhao art dump I guess?

A redraw of an older drawing actually

Tw: blood and semi-nudity

Why is her hair black? Because this is her as a youngen :D

Can we get an explanation for wtf is happening? No <3

[little-devil-art]

[Posin’ for you]💙💜

One of those “Draw your ship in this pose“ trends on Twitter. Though a few weeks late, I still managed to draw my MC with Lucifer LMAO. In their Bunny Outfits because I love them so HIHIIHIEHHEHEHEEH-

[the-ghost-fangirl]

For The First Time In A Year (A Threshold song)

For years I've roamed these ship’s halls

Why have a pilot with no balls?

Finally I’m crossing the barrier

We'll be actual real live lizards

It'll be totally strange

But wow, am I so ready for this change?

'Cause for the first time in a year

For the first time in a year, there'll be light

For the first time in a year I'll be dancing through the warp 10 barrier

Don't know if I'm elated or gassy

But I'm somewhere in that zone

'Cause for the first time in a year

I won't be human

I can't wait to lizard everyone!

What if I lizard the one?

Tonight imagine me sickbay-gown and all

Fetchingly draped against the turbo lift wall

The picture of evolved grace

Ooh! I suddenly see her walking there

Our captain, tall and fair

I wanna stuff some pepperoni pizza in my face!

But then I stun her and put her in the shuffle and we fly at warp 10 all evening

Which is totally bizarre

Not really like the life I've led so far

For the first time in a year

There'll be lizard babies, there'll be fun

For the first time in a year

I could be noticed by my dad

And I know it is totally crazy

To dream I'd find lizard romance

But for the first time in a year

At least I've got a chance.

Happy Threshold Day

And happy birthday to the lizard babies, I hope they are doing well at Columbia

[shey-pancake]

"Evan ?...."

EXTRA INFO ⁉️

so I wanted to doodle this specific part of the lore of my au cuz I WANT TO SHOW IT SO BAD U GUYS ARE NEVER GONNA GUESS WHO IT IS IN A VERY LONG TIME—

I would love to elaborate but I need to keep it as a secret for now, so I just will give hints and tease with drawings, doodles n stuff in the meantime 👀

only thing I will say is that ur minds will go nuts when u guess who this it is in the future :) (hint: its none of the og fnaf characters, it's a new ch !!)