#hey no worries <3 it was just lovely <3

[handgiven]

he will break his heart. emmanuel knows that much. one day, tomorrow, or in a year, or ten, he will skip out of this role he took on, for being a gardener has to be but a role, and go back to how things used to be. the trees will heal, he will no longer be needed by something selfless and overwhelming, and there will be no reason to stay. none that he could defend in face of the great ineffable. the realisation chokes him up and flashes in his eyes, the eyes that slip downwards as not to overwhelm the other, already so frail in his vulnerability. he doesn't want him to see. he doesn't want him to doubt. this once, he wants him to have something pure, something warm. show him that he can have that much. not to put his own doubts and anxieties on him now that he's bared his yearning for proximity.

it's a small forever for his lips to travel to his. it's plenty of time to make up his mind, to disappear right then and there, to stop him, to say something, to pause. he doesn't, though. he stays. and finds that it is that much easier to stay and go along, than it would have been to make any other choice. and when thomas does come to kiss him, there is a breath of relief, a hand settling on the other's nape to hold him there, the other curling into his jacket, staining it with remnants of soil. it's so easy to come forth and hold him and kiss him and let the moment alone erase the sorrow of what is to come. isn't that just what humans do, day by day? living with the prospect of losing, of dying, of forgetting. living here and now and not so desperately tangled up in the past and the future. drinking in the moment, drinking in the other they choose to share that moment with.

it's a chaste kiss, for a start, and emmanuel breaks away from it fairly soon to catch his breath, but still he holds the other close, still he longs to make sure thomas does not pull away. breathing in now feels different. he can taste him on his lips, he can feel the rainwater stained by them, together, as it evaporates from his skin, and greets the air. and his hand clasps the tighter on the other's clothes. not threatening, desperate. his eyes then do dare to find thomas's once more, as if to reassure that this is all still okay, before he can kiss him again. is it not better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all? is it not better to give him this, let him feel this overwhelming love and grace, than to let him for always go through life half-awake?

who knows what tomorrow will bring, or any other day? well, emmanuel does, to an extent, but willingly does he close the door on that knowledge. this matters. this, now. thomas, here. lips soft upon his, thirsty for what they have been denied by this world. love, understanding. tenderness.

the corners of the underbutler's lips twitch slightly, curling upwards into a small smile at the other's recollection. it was true — back when the two had first met thomas was a lost soul, wounded, bitter and resentful. but, while the servant still possessed a sharp tongue and a fierce attitude, there was something softer about him these days. it was emmanuel's persistent kindness, that same care that the gardener put into tending the earth, that had helped to reshape thomas. like clay, warmed under a constant touch, becomes pliable, so to has thomas allowed himself to change. it was emmanuel's infectious warmth, that has coaxed this gentleness from the other. still, that cold facade thomas wears so well is presented to the rest of the world like a shining suit of armour, but to emmanuel it is peeled back willingly.

the other has seen the worst of him — broken and crumbling, angry and wounded — has seen the glimmer of hope, the potential, restrained kindness. now, this part of thomas is offered up willingly, unfiltered in their private moment, sheltered and hidden from the rest of the world. fragile, gentle, romantic.

a shiver works its way down servant's spine as his name passes through emmanuel's lips, a whispered breath that draws him in. magnetic, alluring. he wants to hear it again, he's desperate for it to mean what he thinks it means... because thomas has been wrong before. he remembers jimmy kent, and the way that his feelings for the man had run rampent, clouding his judgement, leading him astray, into believing they were the same. the disgust in the young footman's eyes was a sight still burned into the back of thomas' mind... he had been so careful not to make the same mistake again. but this was no mistake. there had never, ever been any judgement, any revulsion in emmanuel, the man seemed to accept everything about him with open arms — nothing seemed to phase the other... not thomas' anger, his bitterness, not his hopelessness nor dispair. not even this, this deviance of nature. that alone was enough to encourage a spark of hope in the servant.

a hand cups his face and thomas leans into it, sighing out the breath he hadn't realised he was holding as he relaxed into the touch — emmanuel seemed to constantly have that affect on him, calming, grounding. although, his frantic hummingbird beat of a heart continues, fluttering wildly in his chest. grey hues flicker closed briefly and, turning his head slightly, daring to press another gentle kiss to the other's palm. em's touch only prompts thomas further. his own hand mirrors the action, reaching out to the other's cheek. a thumb gently caresses his cheek bone, sweeping away the beads of raindrops that have collected on em's skin. leaning ever closer, the underbutler presses his forehead against the other's as the lingering space between them seems to dwindle ever smaller.

god he wants to kiss him, he yearns for it, but thomas hesitates. even after all of this, a flash of fear strikes through the under butler. the world is a dangerous place for men like him, he needs to be sure.

❝ ...please... ❞ the word is barely uttered, the sound carried on a whispered, shaking exhale. a murmured request of permission. heavy lidded eyes take one final sweep over the other's features before thomas slowly moves to close the distance between them...

[masterfuldoodler]

girlbossed too hard.... unless...

[quailxcrossing]

maybe i didnt need to worry about anything, maybe i just had to make the comic

[hammyham-o-o]

I'VE BEEN WAITING TO USE THIS GIF :D

THANKS SO MUCH AUGHH YOU GUYS ARE THE BEST (ALL 100 OF YOU)

HERE'S A CAKE I BAKED JUST FOR YOU:

these adorable lil drawings of Laurens and Laff helped :3

[nomairuins]

i like overthink everything now it makes me feel so dumb. i used 2 be able to just talk 2 ppl but nowadays every single thing im like Is that actually going to make them hate me. Yes probably. and then i just dont respond which makes ppl hate me. this is how it is

[giggly-squiggily]

giiirl you're so real for the voice kink 😭 (the thunder bringer reprise during god games HOLLER)

also i came here to say fight little wolf was literally written for thorfinn and askeladd ('i' ll teach you all the lessons your daddy never could' - BE SO FR)

ily, i hope life will only get better for you each day and remember that when all else fails you're still awesome *finger guns*

🤣🤣🤣🤣 It’s so REAL! Just- AH GOD! (Girl don’t even get me started on that reprise the way I was ENTRAPPED-)

NO WAIT CAUSE SERIOUSLY- 😍😍😍😍😭😭😭😭 It really does feel like that for them! Askeladd making an example out of Thorfinn and setting the stage for his character arc AHHH! Just- OH (now you got me thinking about Askeladd with that voice REY 🛐🛐🛐)

ILY too 💖 thank you friend! I genuinely appreciate it! Stay awesome yourself! *finger guns back* 💖💖💖💖💖💖💖🫂🫂🫂🫂🫂🫂🫂

[yumienikkie]

bllk chapter 267 spoilers

[space-spring]

One thing that I keep thinking about in regards to Tactics Ogre is the presence of the vaguely humanoid reptilian guys. Like the game has straight-up dragons of varying types, but then you've also got these guys that are just. guys but reptiles. And at first I was going "okay maybe they're just supposed to be mindless monsters like the undead?" but at some point in the game Canopus gets into a fistfight with one of them when he (Canopus) interrupts some singing. So this reptile guy has clearly got the emotional wherewithal to both listen to someone sing and also to get mad when someone interrupts!

The PSP version apparently has a description for the reptiles that mentions they're a "crude race with limited intellect." But are they REALLY limited in intellect or is it just racial prejudice?? You also see them being included in various mercenary bands throughout the game, and they seem to wear human clothing and armor, which implies that at least some of them have some idea of trade and currency, and most of them have the understanding of how to dress for their own protection. For all intents and purposes there is nothing that really stands out as evidence that they're less intelligent than standard humans

[phagodyke]

for such a supposedly major fan of the national I sure mishear a lot of their lyrics 💀

[lookedlikethebins]

The hours following George taking Matty to the airport to go to Barbados. He doesn't know how he wanted to feel about dropping Matty off, about driving home alone or having to sit with Ross and Adam and have the "them" be only be a count of three for a short period of time. George doesn't know what to do with himself—or all the empty space in their house, their bed. He isn't even sure he remembers how to cry. Was that something a person could forget?

We got a sort of sad one, ladies and gentlemen! (Don't worry it has a very hopeful ending!) This one was more so a route of catharsis for me and when it started to form I wasn't going to fight it. So now we have this George-centered fic that's all about loving and being loved by some very best friends, and knowing that sometimes surviving is a team effort.

ty for reading x

[miss-stereo]

So apparently this dude is a writer for the despicable me films and he made this poll in 2019:

I'M OUT OF WORDS

[clumsycapitolunicorn]

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[sinfulhares]

smooth yet bouncy lines :3 cute expressions

!!!! eep, thank you for answering dear anon ;w;

[little-shiny-sharpies]

Me 🤝 my Aunt who plays WoW

“Khadgar is the best Alliance character alive hands down.”

[fitzselfships]

Okay so I may have suddenly realized part of the reason my stomach is doing so bad js because I have worried myself sick (< they are terrified of being abandoned)

[birdiebortnik]