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[ylenia-pron-eeleneea]

da quelle vibes da daddy non mi interessa chi dice il contrario

Old man

[aleksanderscult]

Favorite Darkling fanarts

Since this fandom has such talented people, I thought to share with you my favorite Darkling fanarts! (for my favorite Darklina fanarts here) And maybe you too might discover some new drawings of him.

(I'll give credits of every drawing and picture to the respective artist of course 🖤)

(Credits to @nirusky)

The blueprint. The most iconic. The one which gives me the most book!Darkling vibes because there is a certain mystery and magic on it which I absolutely love. The way the pool of darkness comes out of his hands, the facial expression, are all 😚

(Credits to @morgana0anagrom. Go check her drawings by the way. She's talented af!)

Another famous one. The poise, his smirk, the glow in his eyes, the depiction of his power coiling around him. Sexy. Iconic.

(Credits to @morgana0anagrom)

This one reminds me of the Darkling the most. Thanks to his boyish look and how the artist made his features so perfect. Actually this is how I imagine him when he appears again and again through the tether on S&S (don't know why).

(Credits to @morgana0anagrom)

Isn't he the moment or what? 🫴

Takes you back on his attack on the final chapters of S&S:

“Stand down, Alina,” said the Darkling.

His cool voice echoed through the chapel, cutting through the noise and chaos.

“Stand down, and I will spare them.”

(Credits to @morgana0anagrom)

The Russian vibes that comes from it 😩🤌🏻

(Credits to @staciaches.art on Instagram)

“At the head of the table was an ornately carved, high-backed chair of blackest ebony, and upon it lounged a figure in a black kefta, his chin resting on one pale hand.”

If that drawing doesn't remind you this quote. That moment.

(Credits to zzombiecat)

(ALSO THE OUTFIT DESIGN AND CLOTHES!!)

Incredible and he's sooo accurate to the book.

(Credits to RinaMintaArt on DeviantArt)

The clothes! The poise! The smirk!

(Credits to RinaMintaArt on DeviantArt)

One of my most favorites. I just LOVE the vibes and colors from it. And he looks so accurate to the books again.

Also, can we acknowledge how the Darkling has the best aesthetic? The solar eclipse, the black and gold and gray colors that are always associated with him, the vines, flowers, trees and wild animals that are carved to his doors and chambers *chef's kiss*

(Credits to RinaMintaArt on DeviantArt)

The cold and ruthless look on his face. Again the colors!

[hookedatweiss]

Down Under & Up Yonder 😁

Folks, I got the sweetest surprise package from @m0ose-idiot 'down under':

Me receiving the package: 😳 Australia?!? I know who this is! 🤣

Now, will you please take a moment to share my love for this adorable candy corn rat amigurumi?

Is it not the cutest ever?? And such pristine crochet stitches (I mean, I'm not surprised given the BBC ghost magic crocheted by this talented maker) ... siiigh 🥰🧶 I do love beholding precious friendship stitches. ❤

This amazing cultural exchange including the koala Cadburys (omg! 🤤) and Australian stickers 🐨 🦘 follows my rather feeble attempt to share some good old candy corn from 'up yonder'.

What a delight this has been. Thank you @m0ose-idiot for gracing my tumblr feed with talent and humor and with all that you do making this world a nicer place to be. ❤🌏

And no, Spencer, you most certainly cannot have my candy corn rat. Mine, Dude. I'll make you a chipmunk.

[sickness-health-all-that-shit]

@gallavichthings and now for one of mine :) slightly less than a year old, but here it is anyway:

Possibilities

It had started with Ian randomly quizzing him about some math problem or another. Mickey easily gave him the solution, promptly rolling his eyes at the genuinely impressed look on the red-headed dork’s face.

this one started with a prompt here on tumblr, "What are you hoping to achieve here?" I just had this idea that Ian would notice how good Mickey is at math in their s2 non-boyfriends boyfriends era, and would sneakily encourage him to realise that maybe he’s not as fucked for life as he thinks he is. the story ends in a pretty angsty place, but there’s a little hint of hope at the end of the fic because, well, we know things turn out well for them in the end <3

[ai-higurashi]

THANK YOU SO SO SO SO SO SO SO MUCH FOR ALL THE PRESENTS OH MY GOD, I'M LIVING SO MUCH, THEY'RE ALL INCREDIBLE 😭🥺😍❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

Hi @ai-higurashi I'm your secret santa for @precuresecretexchange this year!!! I have written you two fics:

Battamonda is the best. What do you mean you don't know? Check his Wikipedia page! OR A social media fic focusing on the generals of the Undergu Empire.

This one I had to make fanart for, so it is also a gift for you. Check below the cut ;)

The other fic? Also below the cut. Merry Christmas!!

Caprikon has heard some juicy gossip lately. But, being the wise and caring person she is, has decided to confirm the truth of the gossip before perpetuating it. Not because she's bored or anything. OR Caprikon decides to bother Skearhead.

[dfortrafalgar]

Looooooved ILY! Kudos! It was chair-gripping, tear drenching, rot your teeth fluffy and a bunch of other things in between! Brava! 🥰

If you're still accepting requests (I don't know if you have already been flooded by messages or not) I would like a story about being part of the Kid Pirates but reader is in a really sour mood because it's the anniversary of readers's parents death (you can make up a story if you'd like) and reader disobeys a direct order from him and, to top it off, reader talks back at him in front of the crew, earning the reader a severe punishment (up to you). Eventually Kid finds out why reader's mood is so sour and tries to talk it out except Kid can't be soft and that just makes things more awkward. Could be SFW, could be NSFW, I'm leaving all this up to you. And the ending as well because I only got that far. I hope you like the idea and get excited.

I love your work! ❤️🥰 Thank you for sharing your talent.

HI ANON!!! thank you so much for your request and your super kind words over IMLY, that means so much to me!!!! i know i keep saying this but yall make me smile every single day when i log onto tumblr and see your messages <3

I also really loved writing this request! i really love Kid, but i also wanna kick his ass on the playground if that makes sense, and i think that sentiment came through in my writing ;w; I hope you like it!!! and thank you again!!! (Also, i kept the reason for your parents' death ambiguous, because i know some people (myself included) read fics with their ocs in mind, so you're free to fill in the vagueness with your own personal ideas if you want!)

Feeling Overhaul

Eustass Kid x Fem Reader

The anniversary of your parents' death always leaves you feeling shallow, but your boyfriend's lack of social and situational awareness crops up to make your day even worse.

Warnings: SFW, hurt/comfort, reader being understandably upset, descriptions of an argument with some veeeeery slight verbal abuse, once again hurt/comfort, hurt/comfort. communication is key loves

Your sour mood had been steadily building over the last few days, but your sorrow reached its peak on the last day of the week, according to the barely legible crew calendar that was based off of when the messenger coos arrived with the weekly paper.  It was a day you despised thinking about, the memories associated with the day leaving your throat tight, an uncomfortable malaise in the pit of your stomach.

All things considered, you thought you were doing a decent job at keeping your emotions in check while performing your usual duties on the Victoria Punk.  The bow of the deck needed a thorough scrubbing, a few spots in the walls of the crow’s nest needed repairs from a recent run in with a smaller, weaker pirate crew, and a few secondary sails needed their holes patched up.  It was a perfect day to distract yourself from your woes.  Drowning your discontent in your work had become quite a valuable skill.

Until you slipped on the soap that lathered the hard wood of the bow and fell flat on your ass.  When trying to stand, your hands gave out under you and you hit the deck once more, one of your crew mates tossing you anxious glances as you struggled to regain your bearings.  Climbing up to the crow’s nest, you were plagued with a sudden wash of grief over the day, so much so that you lost your grip and slipped down the Jacobs ladder, your foot catching on one of the wooden rungs beneath you.  Wire was directly under you, climbing as well to assist with the crow’s nest repairs, and his method of helping you after your slip involved gripping your arm so hard it left a bruise.  You bit back your tears at the pain of your crewmate’s hand around your limb and the humiliation of almost falling 12 feet onto the hard wooden hull, but you once again bit back your shame and finished your arduous climb up.

By the afternoon, word had gotten around the Victoria Punk that your work was lacking, that you were clearly struggling with something, that perhaps you weren’t feeling well.  When it finally got around to Captain Eustass Kid, who doubled as your beloved partner, he was less than pleased.

The last thing he wanted to do was deal with your emotions, and the last thing you wanted to do was deal with his abrasive, apathetic attitude.

“Care to explain why the hell the entire crew has caught you slacking off today?” he demanded, thundering toward you in one of the upper corridors of the ship’s hull.  You were still returning some of the tools you had used to patch up the ship’s sails when he accosted you in the hallway.  It was almost dinner hour, and many of the crew were bustling through the same corridors finishing their afternoon tasks before meal time.

“What?” you snapped back, caught off guard by his threatening question.

“Don’t ‘What’ me.  Why have you been tripping and falling everywhere?  What kind of joke are you trying to play?”  His face was angry, livid even, not granting you even one second to explain your plight.

Your eyebrows furrowed.  “I’m not trying to bumble around the boat like an idiot.  I’m just not feeling well and haven’t been able to focus.”

Kid scoffed.  “Then get over it.”

Perhaps you were being irrational, but at the same time, you had officially had enough of the entire day.  You dropped your supplies on the floor around your feet, heat radiating off of your body in waves.  “What did you just say to me?”

Your captain bent down to be at your level, which was insulting to your current state.  “Get.  Over.  It.”

Anger boiled in your lungs, lighting your heart on fire, blinding the corners of your vision with a fuzzy white light.  You tried to turn your back to him and escape down the corridor, but yelped when Kid grabbed your wrist and pulled you back toward him.

“Are you going to tell me what’s wrong with you?” he asked.  He really couldn’t control the sound of his voice, regardless of his current emotion, and the volume of his shouts filling the space made your body tense up in fear.  Eyes watching the scene unfold around you widened.

Around the corner behind Kid’s back, Killer darted forward, alerted to the sounds emanating from the narrow passage.  “Kid, chill out!”

“Are you going to care about me any more if I tell you?” you demanded back, trying to pull your wrist away from his grip.  His flesh hand held firm, however, almost burning your skin.  He shrugged Killer’s own hand off of his shoulder forcefully, completely ignoring his friend’s plea to calm himself somewhat.

Kid rolled his eyes.  “It better be damn important if it’s got you almost falling off of the Jacobs ladder.”

You steeled yourself, sucking in an uneasy breath and facing your stubborn partner head on.  “Today’s the anniversary of my parents’ death.  I’ve never been able to feel alright when I think about them.”

There was a brief, uncomfortable silence that floated between the two of you, the air in the hallway thrumming with a suffocating tension.  Kid’s grip finally relaxed on your wrist, allowing you to yank it away and rub your sore skin.  His red-painted lips finally parted, and all he graced your ear drums with was, “That’s it?”

Your heart dropped.  “What do you mean ‘that’s it’?”

“Parents die all the time.  What makes today so different?”  His narrow eyes were back to their scathing glare.

At this point, however, you had had enough.  You were practically shaking with a barely contained rage of your own as you stepped closer to your captain and spat in his face, causing him to stagger backward, giving you enough space to let your emotions bubble outward.  “I don’t have to tell you shit if you’re going to talk to me like that!  In front of the entire crew?!  Just because you’re my captain doesn’t mean you get the excuse to accost me in the hallway and berate me for slipping a few times.”  You frantically dug through your brain for words to add to your outburst, perhaps asking how he had the sheer gall to have such an attitude toward you despite dropping his walls and being so kind toward you on an average day, but all you could muster in response was, “Fuck you, Kid.”

You stepped away from him, narrowly missing another one of his lunges to get you to stay.  His voice was low and intimidating.  “Don’t talk to me like that.”

“Then don’t tell me that my day of grieving is stupid!  Fuck!  You!” you spat back, finally turning on your heels and sprinting out of his reach, down the hallway and into the ladder well into the lower deck, desperate to get as far away from your captain as possible.  You knew he was prone to struggling with empathy, and kindness had never been one of his strong suits, but to be talked to in such a way, have your feelings belittled after you had almost severely injured yourself as a consequence of your lacking mental health, hurt more than a stab to the liver.

Kid’s burning gaze followed you as you fled, harshly turning on his own heels to slink to the galley and drown his frustrations in whatever liquor the crew had acquired from the last island.  He bumped Killer’s shoulder, forcing the blonde to the side.  The crew watched as their captain rounded the corner out of sight.

---

You didn’t arrive for the dinner call, your usual seat left unfilled and the plate uneaten.  A few crew mates who hadn’t witnessed the explosive scene from an hour ago asked around for your whereabouts, but the only one who bothered to stand up and search for you was Quincy who quickly ate her meal and abandoned the table.

Kid was pounding back alcohol like no one’s business, leading to many a concerned glance.

“Kid,” Killer muttered.  He rested his masked head in his hand, desperate for context at what he had previously run in on.  “What happened?”

“Nothing,” the red-head grumbled, throwing back another mug of golden beer, some of it dribbling down the side of his mouth.

The few straggling crew members who remained around the large dining table shared worried looks.

“It’s clearly not nothing,” Killer countered.

“I don’t want to talk about it,” snapped Kid.  Even at the age of 23, he was still no better than a bratty little child when things didn’t go his way.

Killer dropped the subject with a sigh, the sound escaping the holes in his mask with a subdued hiss.

Quincy, on the other hand, carefully opened the door to the women’s bunk room where she found you, curled on your side on the mattress that used to belong to you when you first joined the Kid Pirates, your face buried in a pillow and your shoulders shaking with silent sobs.

“Darling,” she cooed, silently tapping across the floor to sit on the side of the bed, her gentle hand ghosting over your arm.  “What happened?  Why didn’t you come to dinner?”

The sound of her voice unraveled you from your coil, your tear-stained face and puffy red eyes meeting her concerned stare.  “Kid and I had a fight,” was all you said.

“About?”

You rolled onto your back, clutching the pillow that was thoroughly drenched in your salty tears to your abdomen.  “Today’s the anniversary of my parents’ death, and when Kid asked me what was wrong, he told me, ‘What makes today so different, parents die all the time.’  Like…?” your voice wavered, “Who says that?  And to his girlfriend nonetheless!”

Quincy made a disappointed tsk sound with her tongue, sympathetically rubbing your arm through the sleeve of your shirt.  “Honey, he’s stupid.  But still, he was wrong to speak to you like that.”

You sniffled, wiping some snot from your face with the arm that wasn’t being caressed by your close friend.  “I know… but it still hurts.  I wish he could just… I don’t know… be nicer to me?”

For what it was worth, both of you knew that Kid wasn’t truly ‘stupid.’  He was strong, strategic, and resilient, but when it came to matters of the heart, his brain dwarfed to the size of a peanut.  It was only a matter of getting the headstrong captain to realize how he had truly hurt you.

“Honey, sleep in here for a few nights to get a proper rest, away from him,” Quincy offered, standing up from her seat on your mattress to approach one of the wardrobes, pulling out a comfortable shirt and baggy pants to relax in.  “Let this blow over for a little while, and then you can try to talk it out with him.  We can help if you need it.”

You sat up yourself, gratefully taking the clothing from her arms, a small smile on your lips.  “Thanks, Quin.”

The curly-haired woman left the bunkhouse to let you change, passing by Killer trudging through the hallway, a towel draped over his scarred arm.  “Hey, have you talked to Kid?”

“He’s drunk off his ass right now,” Killer grumbled, dragging his free hand down his mask in a display of exasperation.  “I couldn’t get him to tell me what happened, but he’s gonna be out of it for the rest of the evening.”

Quincy bit the inside of her cheek as she assessed the first mate’s message.  “I’ll tell you.”

---

It had been about three days since the argument Kid had blasted you with in front of your crew mates, your humiliation and anger toward your captain burning a hole into your lungs.  You couldn’t contain your tears for at least six hours after your initial outburst, the grief of losing your parents in the way you had all those years ago now partnered with the anguish of screaming at Kid… and spitting on his face.  The act was so beneath you, and yet.  Dive and Hip, who had seen the argument first-hand, had helped to assure you that you weren’t in the wrong for what you had said, reassuring your stance that Kid was far too intimidating when all he wanted was a simple answer for your strange behavior.

Heat had come to you with a covered plate containing the dinner you had missed, informing you that Kid still had a very poor system of managing his emotions.  While you understood this first hand, being his partner for the better part of a year, you still didn’t believe that was a proper excuse to diminish your emotions in the way he had.

After those three days of your absence, strategically avoiding him at all hours of the day, Kid was fed up.  He needed to talk.  His bed was too empty without you.

Killer told him it would be a bad idea to call you to his quarters, but he did it anyway.  And when your anxious knocking reverberated through the thick wooden door of his cabin, he was quick to call your name and grant you entry.

You stepped in, shutting the door softly behind you, keeping your head low.  Kid stood from his mattress, clearing the floor in broad steps and trying his best to lay on the charm, wrapping his large arm around you and cooing his best, casual greeting, “Hey, babe, I’ve missed you.”

You shrugged yourself away from him, your eyes downcast.  You looked… hollow.  “Did you want something from me, captain?”

Kid felt a foreign pang deep in his chest.  You hadn’t been referring to him as your boyfriend or partner.  Right now, he was strictly ‘captain,’ and that notion left him feeling far too empty and vulnerable for his liking.

Fuck, he wasn’t good at this in any way.

Your gaze bore scorching holes into his own eyes, silently demanding the apology that you knew you deserved to hear from him.  With a deep sigh, Kid turned around and stomped back to his mattress, dropping his head into his hands.

“I didn’t know your parents died,” he blurted.

You stayed quiet.

“I don’t know what you want me to say.”  His voice was a low grumble.

You suppressed a scoff.  “How about, ‘Sorry for yelling at you in front of the crew?’  Or, ‘I’m sorry for saying that your feelings don’t matter.’  Something like that, maybe.”  Your voice, in comparison, was eerily level, your time to be physically upset with the situation having expired two days ago.  Now all you were left with was an uncomfortable feeling of unease, a hole in your heart where Kid usually sat now being emptied and replaced with a barren cavern that desperately wished to be occupied by the man you loved once more.

Because you really did love him.  You knew his lifestyle, his behaviors, his tendencies toward cruelty.  And yet, he remained kind toward you.  He allowed you to open up to him and did the same in turn, and he nestled himself perfectly, albeit clumsily, into your life.  You didn’t want to lose that.

Watching as Kid clearly struggled forming those two little words on his tongue was like watching someone perform self-surgery.  His pride had impeded his sense of empathy for so long that the simple notion of apologizing was such an estranged concept for him.

How stunted.

But you held firm, remaining in front of his closed door as he kept his head in his hand, his thick fingers teasing through his slightly greasy red hair.  After what felt like an eternity, he finally picked his head up.  “I’m sorry.”

There it was.

He continued, sucking in a shaky breath.  “I really didn’t know it was the anniversary of your family’s death.  I wish I asked you about it sooner instead of… that.”

You stayed quiet.

“... Instead of yelling at you like that.  And attacking you for something that was out of your control.”  He kept his voice low, as if he was carefully picking out his words from a small bucket inside his thick skull.

After a few uncomfortable moments of silence, you released the tension in your shoulders with a sigh.  “And I’m sorry for spitting on you.  And for cursing you out.”

“No, you shouldn’t apologize,” Kid stated, finally picking up his head and gazing at you, his eyebrows furrowed.  “I deserved it, really.”  His fingers anxiously rubbed the rough fabric of his pants.  “Killer sat me down and gave me a bit of a beat down.  Physically and verbally.  Because I know I’m not good at this.  I’m not a good person.  And I really fucked up with you.”

You remained firm with your feelings, but you finally approached his bed and sat next to him, leaving a comfortable gap between your bodies that your captain, your partner, didn’t try to close.  He kept his distance from you, silently ensuring that you were allowed, and encouraged, to open up to him when you were the most comfortable.

“I just want to make sure that you actually mean it,” you whispered.  “And that you’re not just saying that without believing it.”

“I mean it,” Kid confirmed, his voice unwavering.  “I really do.”

You gazed at him apprehensively.  “... Promise?”

Silently, Kid held out his pinky toward you.

You looked at his finger, confusion glossing your features.  “What are you doing?”

“Have you never made a pinky promise before?” he asked.

Your mouth threatened to curl into a small smile.  “Can’t say that I have.”

Kid released his hand only so he could take yours, folding your fingers down so only your own pinky stuck out from your fist.  He repeated the motion with his own hand, curling his smallest digit around your own.  “It’s a promise that I mean what I said.  Killer and I used to do this all the time as kids.”

Your composure finally broke as you snorted, your own finger curling around his.  “That’s sweet…”

“The point is that, if I break the promise, you get to break my finger,” he explained.

“Suddenly everything makes sense,” you uttered, your lips finally curling into a grin.  “Don’t give me an excuse to break your finger.”

In response to your lighthearted plea, Kid raised his hand with yours still attached and pulled back down in a handshake gesture.  “Never.”

Your finger stayed curled around his as you gazed at your hand.  “I’m still kind of upset with you.”

Kid’s shoulders stiffened.  “I get why.”  After you stayed silent for a few extra moments, he finally asked, “What can I do to make it up to you?”

Your eyes bore into his once more, his gaze remaining steady as well.  “You can start by not jumping to conclusions… or being accusatory without any context.”  You sighed.  “I’m not telling you to change your entire personality, Kid, because I know who you are.  And I fell in love with the normal, regular You.  But I just ask for a little bit of kindness.”

Kid released your pinky in order to lace his entire hand with yours.  “I’ll give you more than a little.”

“Or I can break your pinky?” you asked once more, another small smile breaking out on your face.

Your partner grinned.  “I’ll throw myself overboard if you ask.”

You finally closed the gap between your bodies, tentatively laying your head on his shoulder.  “No… I wouldn’t want to lose you like that.”

[thelucyverse]

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[will80sbyers]

The first chapter of the podfic is out for who's interested!! Enjoy my Italian accent, the mistakes I made are all intentional to spite the English 🥰

You can read the fanfiction here, also PLEASE go and leave kudos there and also comment if you like the chapter!! Personally I'm super hyped to see what happens next ❤️

[quinnyundertow]

WICYG hit 5,000 kudos on A03 this last update and I can’t even wrap my mind around it. I’m so grateful for every person that took the time to give this fic a shot and has decided to come on this journey with me.

When I started this fic I told myself it wasn’t going to be strictly structured. I wanted to write for the joy of writing so I decided I would just do whatever I felt like at the time. I still have so many random ideas and things I want to get to and I hope you will continue to enjoy this adventure together with me.

As of this moment despite having the ending decided upon it isn’t anywhere near happening and I love that. So as long and I enjoy writing and people enjoy reading we are in for the long haul. 🥰❤️🤭 I’m so glad to have you all alongside me.

[ackackh]

DOGSTAR.

Our Hemisphere: a Re-telling

Hello!

It’s possible some of you remember my 2016-2017 fanfic for The Pacific, “Our Hemisphere” which this fall will be turning 8 years old (gross! I feel so old!)

Well, for a while I’ve been kicking around the idea of just… writing it again. I’m really appreciative of those who have left me kudos and wonderful comments about this fic, and my writing has grown a lot in the past decade, and I want to explore this world again.

To be clear, I won’t be writing the same story again. It’s more like, the same setting, the same premise, the same characters (plus some more OCs, oops) with a new plot. Some similar beats/events will likely remain, some will be expanded upon, etc. you get it.

If you haven’t read “Our Hemisphere” that’s cool. It won’t be necessary in order to understand “DOGSTAR” or to enjoy it. They’re both an AndyEddie everybody lives/nobody dies post-war au centered around family and trauma recovery.

I have about 10k of it written right now and I’m debating about posting the first chapter, but I’m very excited! If you’d like to be tagged in any updates please let me know! If you’d like me to ramble in your inbox about this fic, also let me know! ❤️

Love u guys! 🥰

[kitchenisking]

Hi my Loves!!!!!!!!!!!! When Bridgerton Season 3 came out I fell into the Polin rabbit hole that it was with no regrets and started reading all these fics and making a list for a fic rec. The plan was to start posting the recs after part 2 came out but RL got in the way. It's been a crazy 5 months for me but I now have the time to post. I'm hoping to post a rec every evening until I end my list. All the recs will be tagged with #polinficrec so that's it's easy to find them all in one place. Please remember to kudos and send love to our writers with commets. Happy reading!❤️🥰

P.S. Don't anyone worry! My Sterek recs aren't going where😉

A Husband's Desire by Chelsea_Marie_P - (Rating: Mature, Words: 2,703)

Colin returns home from a night at the club and expresses his desire for another child to his wife.

By the Firelight by KFBarnes - (Rating: Mature, Words: 1,106)

One shot about Colin finding Penelope in that blue nightgown...

Together, we are found by ephemeralfangirl - (Rating: G, Words: 3,272)

Coming home, Colin finds his wife in bed nursing their son and a long, overdue conversation and apology happen.

The Scandalous Whistledowns by ShipRabbit - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 3,825)

Penelope Bridgerton is having a difficult time finding gossip to print for the new and improved Lady Whistledown column now that her true identity has been exposed to the ton, especially with Colin hovering over her keeping her from doing her job. Hoping to help Penelope avoid boring the Queen in her next column, Colin comes up with a brilliant idea.

Only with you by cxptainswans - (Rating: Mature, Words: 8,047)

Colin and Penelope are preparing to attend their first ball since having their son and Penelope can’t help but feel anxious about an array of things. The only thing she hadn’t been worried about was her husband’s desire for her. But when Penelope overhears a conversation between Colin and his friends, she realises, what if since having their son, she isn’t enough for him any more? What if he needs to find his pleasure elsewhere?

i'll see your true colors by drjemmanugent - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 12,789)

“Why did you not tell me?”

Penelope’s heart tenses in quick defense but she promptly realizes his tone isn't accusatory or pointed, but rather even toned. It’s a vague question, one she wasn’t expecting out of his mouth tonight, but one she had expected to receive again for some time, at least since the night before their wedding.

-- or, the one which, in the aftermath of the Season's events, Colin and Penelope have a long overdue conversation about their past.

When I Might Find You by elinorigb - (Rating: Mature, Words: 16,163)

Imagine a fantasy where Penelope and Colin discover a way to travel back in time to each other at key moments in the past, just for the night, during sleep. Is it a dream or is it time travel?

A Glitch in Time by usuallysunny - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 9,746)

“I am going to make this right, Pen, because I was made to be your husband… and I cannot live in a world where I am not.”

On the night of his wedding, a despondent Colin Bridgerton makes a reckless wish.

Now he is stuck in a race against time, floundering in a world he does not recognise, determined to get back to the life and love he has lost.

(Non-)Human Nature by Fire_Lily89 - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 22,174)

Something was off.

After ending last season on a high, Colin was a wreck. He had these random bouts of rage and no idea why he was always so on edge, why his Alpha was acting out, scaring the entire crew. And on top of that, Penelope would not return his letters.

Finally back in London, he sees her dancing with a suitor and he saw red. As soon as her scent hit him, the scent that had been haunting him for years, things finally clicked into place.

Penelope was not a Beta like the rest of her family.

Penelope was an Omega.

“Mine”

Knock First by Lilyofthevolume - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 10,791)

Penelope and Colin are tired of being interrupted by his catty secretary, Marina. What happens when they stop caring about getting caught?

[the-jam-to-the-unicorn]

I watched the uncut / full version and will post the link as soon as it is online (they had briefly uploaded it with German dubbing because deleted it again; probably because or some problem or maybe an mistake).

The interview is a 11/10.

It is so, so, so, so, so good. A ton of good Ze answers, really awesome questions. Laughing, smiling, joking. The vibe was ❤️🙌.

He talked a bit about himself (he doesn't celebrate his birthday because he thinks he has no right at the moment and he thinks the time and place for celebrations are after the war; he doesn't know if he'll get a cake but he tries to take care of his body and weight, joking that the time where he could eat sweets with no problem are no longer; he tries to find time for himself with doing sports - 40-60 min each day, he has training equipment at all kind of places so he can always train, no matter where he is and he tries to do it before the morning shower or in the evening / night after he's "done" with work; he will not talk about his personal moments of sadness, grief, crying and "weakness" but of course he has them, he's also a human, he can't separate between him as a private person and the President because both is so connected, so his personal moments are the President's and the other way around) and briefly about his family (Miosga asked about Kyrylo and his birthday and Oleksandra and how they look at the future of Ukraine - positive and they understand everything, he doesn't have to explain anything to Sasha because she's an adult and understands things and Kyrylo is old enough to understand the basic things like what the EU or NATO is, they love Ukraine and believe in victory and want to have a future there; he hasn't asked them if they're proud of him but he wants to believe they are).

Interview with Caren Miosga for German television

[foundfam2754]

S17e5 live reactions!

Spoilers…obviously

- yeah Elias don’t murder anyone if you wanna be an informant

- lol he has a whole receiving parade

- oh my fucking god Elias is messing w our papa pasta :(

- oh I just realised it has been ages since he’s actually spoken to him not in his mind - you got this bud ❤️

- car sex is just not it man

- OH DEBBY RYAN LOOKALIKE AND DAMIAN I see

- the girl reminds me of cat adams - revenge murder and maybe the most brutal bc of so much hurt in the past - in fact this whole thing gives me dirty dozen vibes

- “you’ve been taking to to yourself” “I’ve been talking to myself for years” idk why that made me laugh hard

- AM I ONLY THE ONE WHO SEES THE SPENCER REID PLAQUE COMING UP A LOT??? Pls let mgg come back oh my god

- hehe garvez is standing together 🥰

- protective luke 🥹

- “no!” “Everyone’s a comedian” HAHAHA

-“hands-off asshole” yeah give me more protective lukey pleaseeeee; also gives vibes of ‘don’t touch my girls stuff asshole’ which I LOVE

- “what’s up with you two…cause there’s a vibe” OH MY FUCKING GOD PENELOPE EVEN SICARIUS SEES IT. OPEN YOUR EYES AND LET HIM LOVE YOU

- couples who bully sicarius about his hygiene together stay together 🥺 🤝

- I kinda love how they’re filming this - they’re profiling together in the bull pen and workshopping - Elias has a weird chemistry w them

- lol pen with the handkerchief

- DONT TOUCH HER

- this is too easy; I’m so suspicious: I feel like he’s gonna do the same with Bailey - say something code-wordy to hint to him

- also why does it feel like Elias is being too helpful? like I think maybe he’s so invested bc 1) he gets to mess with Dave by being part of his team 2) Damian is a loose end and has some evidence to tie him to sicarius offficially

- I TOLD U HE WAS GONNA CODE WORD IT. I KNEW THE TIPPY TAP MEANT SOMETHING

- I love smart strategic confident Em and she and Dave plotting to fuck Elias over together

- is he finally gonna shower??

- “dave” like they’re besties

- LOVE THIS SHOT

- EW THEY HAD VOIT SAY OUR PRECIOUS PHRASE - but okay no that was so impactful

- oh my god he’s fucking with them so hard oh my god

- JJ SAID FUCK!!

- OH MY GODDDDDDD they’re talking about jealous Luke they’re talking about Penelope and Tyler they’re SAYING IT OUTRIGHT I CANT TALK I CANT TYPE I AM SCREAMING I LITERALLY GOT OFF MY COUCH AND JUMPED ACROSS MY APT

- ew tynelope is so gross greencia is so much better

- Luke you didn’t say nooo?! we all know it drives you crazy agent alvez

- so chaotic Elias is so funny man; kudos to Zach Gilford

- PAPA PASTA PROTECTING HIS FAMILY. You mess with Pen, Rossi brings the heat

- isn’t “locking you in a shipping container” a confession?? why are they not more interested in that?

- oh my god Brian’s gaslighting her - falling into the conspiracy thing again - everyone’s vulnerable and only hearing what they want too

- haha lukey doing yoga

- oh my god how do they do anything without Penelope

- hey kiddos - voit is leaving?? Pls pay attention to him

- is Rossi gonna let him run??

- oh my god they’re profiling each other

- OH MY GOD DAMIAN. I KNEW ELIAS WAS GONNA CODE WORD IT.

- “Teresa is in trouble”!??

- TYLER I SWEAR TO GOD IF YOU KEEP MORE SECRETS

- oh my god the sicarius smile

- aw tebecca!

- EM :(( be vulnerable babe we’re here for you

OH MY GOD THIS EP WAS SO GOOD

[connierodriguesblog]

I'm happy to be a mom 🥰❤️

Kudos to all real moms out there ✊️👊

Ich bin glücklich, Mutter zu sein 🥰❤️

Kudos to all real moms out there ✊️👊

[lizardsrunfast]

I never thought my silly battle of the bands music AU would get so much love ❤️

Thank you to everyone that has read and left kudos or comments. It means so much to this newbie writer 🥰

[ilurkinghere]

Amazing Starscream redemption fanfiction! 🥰 Written by NisrocChico

Give it a shot, guys! And don't forget to leave kudos to support our fanfic writers. They write these stories for free, so lets give our support to them ❤️🩷🧡💛💚💙🩵💜🤎.

The story is about Starscream and Hashtag helping him. Tons of drama! 😈