#its been 84 years

[gunsatthaphan]

icb I'm finally getting my boys back tomorrow 🥺😭

[qweenofurheart]

jason! ☺️

[sketchy-tour]

"Ah. Welcome back, neighbor."

[lonely-night]

Myka/Helena in 2.07 “For the Team”

[lazyveran]

absolutely loved the new tomb raider series on netflix. it has everything you'd ever want.

lara has sexual tension with every single woman she meets. the british museum is there. theres extensive daddy issues, hating the french, many references to old tomb raider games. lara gets put through a blender every time she walks outside. there's an apocalypse situation. even MORE daddy issues. a new illuminati world cult. lara's loud and incessant grunting at every action she ever takes. copious british-isms. drowning. light beam puzzles. lara's a complete loser the whole time. and she kills a t-rex with a gun!

[squidelyfish]

Based on @thefairywithsketches post.

[guardian-angle22]

911 lone star fashion -> every tk outfit

↳ 1.02

[pokeberry5]

me rereading solo leveling: WHERE"S MY BABY BOY

the boy:

[feral-peacock]

RIP Ravi you would have LOVED this Abby/tommy/buck lore

[shadowunderthedoor]

He has to lean on the streetlight to form the words.

"Can ye put tha' out on me?"

The woman looks him up and down. He is, without a doubt, absolutely shitfaced.

"Hi sailor, bit intimate for a first meeting don't you think?"

"No' sailor. Soldier. Off base for the night" he slurs.

There's something brutish in the way her eyes crinkle. Just a bit sadistic.

"Soldier, huh? Isn't there some rule about defacing government property? Then again..." She takes another quick puff off her cigarette. "I could be into that."

God bless him, the man across the sidewalk whines.

"Where ya want it, soldier boy?"

"Fuck, anywhere."

"Stick out your tongue."

To her surprise, he does. She holds his jaw in one hand while the other presses the lit end of the cigarette into the wet muscle. It's over too quickly, in his opinion. His vision is hazy but the eye contact she holds is blistering and sobers him more than the pain. She flicks away the butt and pats him a little too roughly on the cheek. Obedient little soldier.

"Alright, lover boy, back you go" she says, as she points to the window of the dive bar where three other men are staring at the scene intently. She sees one pass another a $20 bill and winks before turning to head back into the gay bar next door.

"Next time you can shine my boots too"

[lil-kyloben]

Y'all I am NOT OKAY 😭

[pybun]

HOLY SHIT ITS FINALLY HEEEEEEEEEERE 🥹😭🤡🥳

[mister-supernova]

Thank GOD Reneé Rapp has played yet another hot mean blonde woman on screen because I was STARVED for Leighton Murray fics after SLOCG.. I guess patience is a virtue 🙏🏼

[jelzorz]

196.

With a very vague reference to 191.

Soren jokes because it's how he deals with things. It's how he's always dealt with things, and things in his life have not been easy. His mother left and he became a clown for Claudia. His father treated him poorly and he used humour to pretend it was okay. Queen Zubeia went missing once, and he spent the entire search being an idiot and annoying Corvus to keep things light.

Things have been bad before. They've been downright horrible before, and he's pulled through, and pulled others through by being ridiculous and stupid and funny.

It's pretty hard to imagine worse than this, though.

It's only been a couple of days since the attack on the castle. He and the other soldiers have moved the surviving civilians from the temples to the Banther Lodge where they'll stay until they can sort something else out, and in the distance, the ruins are still smouldering, still a grim reminder of dragon fire and destruction and death. Soren's gone back a few times already to look for more survivors, to help dig bodies out of the rubble, to salvage what little they can and it hasn't gotten easier. He can't imagine that it will.

And then Callum and Rayla had come back with—

He shakes his head. He's already had to speak to Opeli about this because she'd been furious about it, and Soren had tried to understand Callum and Rayla's perspective, he really had, especially considering that he's just lost his own dad, however complicated and messy all that was in the first place, but this? This is different.

This feels like an insult.

This is rubbing salt in an already festering wound.

The Kingslayer sits at their table and Soren can't help but be bitter about it, especially when a Skywing elf by the name of Astrid arrives to deliver more bad news.

Of course he turns to humour. Of course he makes jokes. Of course he's an idiot to defuse the tension that stretches over the dinner table, taut as bowstring and ready to snap. And of course—

"Do you think you can stop being an idiot for, like, a second?"

Soren turns to Callum, his jaw tight. "Excuse me."

Callum scowls back. "All this and Aaravos is out anyway. The castle's gone. People have died. And you're, what, making jokes? Seriously?"

Soren snaps back before he can stop himself. "Sorry," he drawls. "Are we supposed to be as angsty about this as you?"

"You can get your priorities straight at a minimum—"

"Priorities!" Soren actually laughs. "We're gonna talk about priorities? Okay. Where the fuck were you when all this happened, huh? What were you doing while I was here dealing with a dragon attack on our home?"

Callum has the audacity to snarl. "I was helping Rayla—"

"Bring back the elf that murdered your step-dad and who would have murdered Ezran too, right? Because we all know how you sort your priorities."

Silence falls over the table. Callum snaps his mouth shut. Rayla has the decency to flush.

Soren pushes his seat back and gets up. "Sorry for trying to keep everyone together," he says acidly. "Some of us have different priorities to you."

He stalks away. One by one, the others do too. For once, there is nothing to say and no joke to make it better.

[dontwinmarioparty]

THEY KNEW IT WAS MY BIRTHDAY AAAAAA

[feyd-meowtha]

Once he was done he stepped down off the stage, nodding at Rosie who had gone to take his place. His hair was wet with perspiration as he waded through the crowd, hands reaching out towards him, strange faces telling him he did a good job grabbing at his shirt and tearing at his hair, but he felt at peace. Over the last hour and a half Bucky had almost forgotten about Gale and Uli and Brady, his focus back inside himself for the first time in weeks, truly centred. Gale ruined all of that just by existing.  Bucky’s heart did a strange, lurching thing as their eyes met, Gale tucked into the back corner of the room and seemingly alone. He had done some shopping since he started getting paid and he looked good, decked out in a navy shirt and light-wash jeans. When he got closer, Bucky saw that he was wearing someone’s old bowling shirt, several sizes too big and cropped at the bottom, the raw hem hanging just below the top button of his jeans. Dale was embroidered on the front pocket in swooping red letters and Bucky had to smile at that. Then he imagined how it would look when Gale reached up, the hem rising just enough to show just a shiver of toned midriff. In spite of the fact that Bucky was burning up, he shivered.  “Hey,” he said, leaning close to be heard over the din of the music. Gale looked surprised but he didn’t flinch away, that was something.

(Ch 6/?, 41,948 words, please heed the tags!)