#me forgetting their plan kinda

[mangofresca]

halcyon | 18+

Romano feels like he’s dancing in his sleep, that shifting, swaying motion like waves across the beach and toes dragging through sand, like water and rhythm pulling his chest high, his shoulders low, stretching out his hips, his knees, his ankles. The soft cotton of his pillowcase scratches and tickles at his cheekbone when he turns his head into it, wisping itself against his clavicle, and he sighs against it, lets it swallow his breath the same way it swallows the heat of his body, an echo of warmed contentment and easy dreaming.

The mattress beneath him dips, and he almost pushes away the palm that slides across his stomach, his sternum, but it’s warm, too, and Romano always liked being warm, and he liked being warm beneath this hand even more. He leans into it, instead, keeps his eyes closed, and he makes a small noise that’s half deliberate and half desultory—because he does mean to acknowledge Spain, but he doesn’t mean to acknowledge him like a cat waking from a nap in lazy, dozy sunbeams, purring.

But that’s fine. That’s fine. He knows Romano sometimes sounds like that when he’s waking, and even not, just sometimes when he’s beneath the pads of Spain’s fingers, and Romano feels fine when the mattress dips again and Spain hovers over him, knees sweetly nudging his apart.

Romano keeps his eyes closed when lips skim his jaw, keeps himself ensconced in the soft sunlight that shines itself across his eyelids. It’s good like this, he thinks. It’s nice. He can hear himself breathe with an awareness he never really has when he’s around Spain, always too preoccupied with other things, irrelevant things—what he’s doing, what he’s not, what he could be doing to Spain, instead. He likes being conscious of it, of his body and his reactions, and he sighs again when that palm moves to his side, his rib cage and lower, fingers skimming over his thigh as they drag heated sheets down, away.

There’s a laugh twinkling in his ear, something bright and charmed, and his skin pricks with cognizance when he feels the breath of it, lips curving into a smile against his cheek. “Awake yet?”

Spain speaks his vowels in a whisper, his consonants always catching on the tip of his tongue, and Romano’s shoulder shifts back in a shiver, presses into the bed when soft breeze meets skin, humid and carrying the smell of midmorning sunrise.

He makes a noise again, some groaned mhm that rumbles itself up his chest and out his throat, that gets lost somewhere around his lips when the heat of Spain’s laughter leaves his cheek and instead drifts across his nipple—and the gasp that leaves him is a surprised one.

He feels stupid like this, naïve, foolish, as if he isn’t war- and weather-worn, born and raised in the echoing, thundered footsteps of the Roman Empire, older than the New World and older still, as if his own sand dunes aren’t his brothers, the rolling fields his sisters. But this is his life now: homes across his country and Spain’s, furnished with soft beds and yellow kitchens and flowing curtains that always let the light in, because neither of them ever really do well when away from the sun, too used to its bite to go without for longer than a day, two. He wakes, now, to sheets that settle across the curves of his body, to someone in his bed, wiggling his legs until they settle around tanned hips, to sea-chapped lips that hum the song of his name until he is something melodious, made of more than sinew and sand, of memory.

Spain whispers his name, a question carried softly through balmy air and that sounds so fucking in love Romano almost opens his eyes, almost gives into the needling whine of it—

But Spain always did his best work when given a task, and Romano knows Spain has no qualms about being set to work on Romano, no end to the things he would let Spain do to him, and though his mouth goes dry as Spain nips at his throat and presses a finger against him, he can only find the energy to laugh, just dry air, enough to breathe Spain in, too.

When Spain dips down and kisses him, Romano kicks the sheets up and over Spain’s back. They are still warm, and so is he.

[fervencys]

"   Wake up your fucking old man!   "   He shouts, loud enough to wake up the sleeping patriarch himself   —   but of course, not loud enough to alert anyone outside of the home, though stately as it is\ that might prove difficult. Despite his own protestations that he's not an intellectual, and likely the woman before him's complaints in the same vein, Luka isn't an idiot.

He knows what he's doing. 

"   And hurry! Before I'm down two bullets.   "   A shrug of his shoulder, and he reemphasizes the position of his gun, natural, in his hand now, a far cry from days where it felt like a prop in his hand, unnatural. Now it was like an extension of him, violence was, at least, even if he wanted to believe, deep down, it wasn't an intrinsic part of him. It wasn't like he sought to bring pain to others for pain's sake. Nevertheless: it was a symptom of the world he had found himself in, and when it truly came down to the nitty gritty morals of it all   —   if someone has to suffer, better anyone else than he. 

At least this time, he was being paid as handsomely as one could. 

continuation from here.

despite the rebuff, scarlett's determined to get the ending she deserves. after years of her father's neglect, and of his abuse, she's earned this. and she's owed her money's worth. an agatha christie - type ending to her new beginning. the plot twist of the century, the betrayal of a lifetime. she deserves to see the look in ray atkins' eyes as the truth is revealed, and she deserves to see his light go out with it.

    action.

a director's cue, scarlett plays the role of damsel. stumbling back, she makes a point of landing with a thump. years of athletics, cheerleading and gymnastics, have prepared her for hard falls, still she feels a bruise coming along. another piece of evidence to later back up her story.

  “ please, ” she pleads, moving away from her gun for hire, she presses up against the footboard of ray's bed. and through years of practice, scarlett's vision blurs, the salt of faux tears burning doe eyes. “ please, don't hurt me. ”

[cosmics-beings]

I wanted to make a post like this for a while, but since i was asked the question i can make it here!

i'm also speaking as an actual black person....so if you don't like these conversations where black people speak on black issues and how we feel, then just ignore this.

So in the past, yeah I agreed with this but my opinion has kinda changed with TF One.

However, I am still extremely uncomfortable seeing depictions of Black human formers Megatron because most of it, especially in ship art is extremely racist and relies on racist stereotypes of black men being abusive, violent, and problematic when his partners are drawn white or lightskinned (i see this all the time in megastar and megaop art. megatron is portrayed as the huge brutal black man and starscream/optimus are the small white twinks who are being beaten by him - it's gross and racist but for some reason it's common).

In general, I think it can be harmful to make a slave character, who inevtibly turns into a genocidal war lord and a generally awful person, a black person (even with his redemption arcs). it also racializes slavery, when we know that slavery doesn't have a race, and Megatron himself is a gladiator. Gladiators are slaves, and one of the most famous gladiators was from Thracia. This again is mostly a fan issue, because I at least have always seen Megatron coded as white in the comics and in the shows. In many depictions, he has a European accent, voiced by white European people (posh english lmao, or in ES Scottish).

That said, in TF One, I'm willing to let it slide. That's because Megatron isn't the only slave. Optimus, who is voiced by a white man, is also a slave, as is Elita, and Bumblebee. I think you know, not racializing slavery and having this notion that slave = black by default, is what makes it okay.

I still wouldn't feel super comfortable seeing Black megatron fanart because again, none of the depictions have been good in my opinion, as a Black person. And i mean none of them, and I do wonder where the thought in this fandom came from that making a person who canonically is violent and aggressive, was okay, just because he happened to be a slave. It is a far too common trope that I see in fanfic and fanfart, especially again...in a shipping sphere.

But I think TF One is able to balance it out, and since this is D-16, he is. a lot calmer, kinder, etc. I think things can get in muddy area when he eventually does turn into Megatron and he becomes the genocidal tyrant we all know and love....especially when you make the black one of the group the one who chooses violence whereas the white voices ones don't.

but who knows? My opinions are ever changing depending on how things are handled.

if you disagree with this, that's fine just do so respectfully and i mean at least be black

[deus-ex-mona]

when the slowburn makes the ship extra cute~~~

[hauntingblue]

making a collection

making another collection with a threatening aura

[transannabeth]

if we're being so for real, i was a goner on the winter soldier storyline in the mcu the second they cast sebastian stan as james "bucky" buchanan barnes because i was watching once upon a time season 1 episode 17 hat trick when it aired on march 25, 2012 and became deeply enamored with jefferson's tragic backstory, manic moments, fun little kidnapping habit, and deeply deeply sad eyes

[oorangesoda]

I’m just realizing I forgot Callums freckles in the comic… this is a modern tragedy…

[tamelee]

hiii tamelee what's your favourite anime? im gonna assume that it's naruto so if that's wrong lemme know but aside from naruto, what's your favorite anime? p.s. i loved your recent sasuke art so pretty <3

yaaay thankyou! 🥰 Naruto, the Anime is both my favorite and least favorite 😌 I think Death Note is still on top when it comes to genius storytelling tbh. *chefs kiss* Anime sorta ruined the second part though. Not sure if I can pick an all-time favorite and many I haven't finished yet. I do really enjoy JJK, MHA, SNK, KNY, Vinland Saga (OST's!!!), Blue Lock and Haikyuu all for very different reasons. See, I'm not that adventurous here >< (imo things become mainstream for a reason though... 🤷🏻‍♀️) Bleach is definitely an honorable mention, I just stopped watching at some point, but I'd like to pick it up again sometime. They do have the best character designs- just brilliant! Tokyo Revengers I LOVE, but that's not because of the story. It's more in an I-accept-your-flaws-endearingly-kinda way, because I relate to it a lot for some reason and there are some great characters. Chainsaw Man is awesome in many ways, especially the animation holy shit, but the story... doesn't really grab me (yet?). Assassination Classroom had some really good moments, the concept is interesting- great ending too. Death Parade is very enjoyable and definitely one I'd recommend. I remember Tower of God had some great moments ^^!

[danielnelsen]

there’s so much i wanna do this week/month/etc but i’m just too sick, i have no energy, i can’t sleep, i’m constantly nauseous and headachey and on the verge of a migraine, i’m stressed and irritable and impatient and panicky…….how tf did i survive nearly 5 years of high school untreated if i can’t even manage this when i don’t have any major obligations rn

[ashtonisvibing]

my dad's finally giving me a push to get my id and get a job

and currently, while watching queer films, my motivator is so i can get a queer as hell outfit and go see my first drag show

[neo-shitty]

finally catching up with bsd after one hell of a month (+ midterms) 🫠

[gregmarriage]

i don’t understand ppl who leave their packing, until the last minute. i am already packing and i don’t go anywhere for over a week, imao

[lilgynt]

remembered at work i’m probably gonna get abused tonight yay me

[pleafyistired]

anyways, i think mo4 is just a really interesting case of when characters morality is based of their friendship, not really on whats actually good or right. Of course normally, media that revolves around friendship tropes like mo4 has characters that also do everything and anything to protect their friends and loved ones, and its just so happened that these people they called friends are nice and the people who are attacking them are bad. But in the case of mo4, the characters are actually shown to not care that much about the fact that their friends are fucking horrible and not even that remorseful about their actions, they say theyre remorseful but their actions never reflect it. They only care about the people they called their friends. Not the greater good. We felt so wrong watching them because theyre only stopping the “evil cooporation” (that was totally their fault) because their intention was simply their friends were hurt. If mcdr in this case hurt someone they dont know about and is an absolute stranger to them, chances are none of them are going to be pissed and stormed off to stop it. Maybe they’ll say something about that being bad, but its really doubtable theyll do something about it.

morality shouldnt just be based on protecting your friends. And mo4 really showcased it well :3

[todayisafridaynight]

allegedly going deep sea fishing with my dad at the end of the month and i have the chance to do the funniest thing with my closet

[tittyinfinity]

So I have a concussion lol