#me??? speechless???

[sorryiliketoscreenshot]

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Must be a Sugondese joke.

[soldrawss]

Watching and Dreaming doodles cause im 🥺🥰

[girlfictions]

Hiba Abu Nada, from I Grant You Refuge (trans. Huda Fakhreddine)

Hiba Abu Nada was a novelist, poet, and educator. She wrote this poem on Oct. 10th, 2023. She died a martyr, killed in her home in south Gaza by an Israeli raid on Oct. 20th, 2023. She was 32 years old.

[happyheidi]

𝖨𝖽𝖺 𝖱𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗈𝗎𝗅 𝖮𝗎𝗍𝗁𝗐𝖺𝗂𝗍𝖾’𝗌 𝖿𝖺𝖾𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗌 🧚 <3

[coffinwoodx]

couple of screenshots of kim’s wikipedia page that i felt so deeply in my soul

[ghostlysoaps]

John MacTavish used to spend parts of his summers in England visiting extended family and this is where he ends up meeting a boy a couple years older than him named Simon. Surprisingly enough, they hit it off. His bombastic, extroverted personality somehow manages to compliment Simon’s rather timid, introverted one. Joined at the hip, the two of them quickly call themselves best friends, and, as children tend to do, develop a bit of an innocent crush on each other – going so far as to promise to marry one another if they haven’t found anyone else by the time they’re both twenty-five.

But then autumn arrives and goodbyes are made and their promises to meet up again never come to fruition.

He doesn’t forget him though. Their friendship remains a fond memory, even a decade later, though much of the details are blurred with time. Perhaps it’s because they’d been each other’s first kiss – if the chaste peck of lips-on-lips can be called as such – or it’s the ring of twined straw, brittle as tinder, he has tucked away in his box of mementos that make that particular summer an unforgettable thing.

That and his steadfast insistence no one else is allowed to use a certain nickname for him.

In any case… those faded months are far from his mind when John Price is showing him around their base of operations, introducing him to people as they go along. The one-four-one consists of near enough two dozen operatives though he’s told it’s not uncommon to be mostly paired off with a select few of his fellow soldiers if they play to each other’s strengths. He nods along and pushes for the use of his callsign when folks wish to be friendly. Until, eventually, he finds himself face-to-face with a man who needs no introduction. A living legend as it were; who’s records Soap had worked hard to beat.

“Well then, last but not least. MacTavish, this is Lieutenant Simon Riley. Also known as–”

“–my future husband,” John finishes for him, based on a name, twelve percent of a full thought and the manc accent he’d spied when hearing him dismiss a batch of recruits.

Youngest to ever make the SAS and about to be the quickest one ousted, he thinks miserably when the eyes assessing him narrow at his declaration.

“Johnny?”

Oh.

“So ye do remember me!” Pivoting from mortification to delight, and heedless to any gawking voyeurs, John slings an arm around Simon’s shoulders to draw him into a loose side-hug. “No’ long now ‘fore we need t’ get hitched, aye?”

“Courthouse is a twenty minute ride,” Simon says drily.

Soap laughs, brighter than he can remember doing for a long time, before he immediately starts teasing Ghost about not proposing properly.

(He does, of course, do so years down the line.)

[bamgeut]

[anpanman95]

“this time, let me do it”

is anyone surprised they delivered? because I’m the fuck not.

[herewegobebe]

ONEW | 'Winner' MV

[wernerherzogs]

[xxx]

[aousboom]

Babe! You finished so late. Are you tired?

WE ARE (2024)

[paperglader]

they really put alicent in bridgerton blue on the reunion and genuinely expected me to think that she didn’t in fact march all the way to dragonstone to get wifed up? bfr

[hinamie]

giggling kicking my feet twirling my hair @ geto carving the necklace you've really done it now hina

have i ? :3c

jjk atla!au with @philosophiums

[saetiate]

“what are you doing here, all by your lonesome?”

sae has his elbows on the bar, nursing whiskey glass in hand that looks entirely for show. even the ice ball within seems to click with disapproval.

“they’re loud.” the glass tilts in his hands, elegant fingers wrapped around, gesturing mildly to his teammates.

“and you’ve decided to, what? sit here all by yourself with those critical eyes, not saying anything at all? go girl, give us nothing.” sarcasm drips like the condensation down your own champagne glass, but when he glances at you, everything is lightened like effervescence with your playful smile.

”they’d be better players if they didn’t waste their time with this sort of thing.”

“would you say that to your brother?”

“i have.”

“wow, no wonder he turned out the way he did.”

sae almost frowns at that. what’s that supposed to mean?

he doesn’t get to ponder on it as you casually press your shoulder against his. he can feel your body warmth pressed against him so acutely. you act like it’s nothing. maybe it is nothing, to you. but it makes his heart do something he can’t explain.

you sigh, and even that feels soft to him. “just go talk to some people, even just for a bit. it’s an event.”

“you don’t like men who talk.”

you huff, lips upturning with your confusion. “what?”

“that’s what you said to oliver. you said — ‘i hate men who talk all the time on dates. it makes me want to ask them if they want my lipgloss too whilst they’re at it.’” he repeats your words in his own monotone voice, so flat that it would’ve made you laugh if it wasn’t for how you almost choke on your drink.

“you heard that?” the way you’re looking at him borders on incredulous.

he quirks an eyebrow. “you and oliver don’t talk quietly.”

“no, i mean — you remember?”

“i wouldn’t do that.”

“wha- what do you mean?”

he turns to you, his entire body language and attention on you for what feels like the first time throughout this whole conversation. it’s in this moment that you realize how close he really is to you. you can smell his cologne, feel his breath against your skin as he leans down towards you.

“if we were on a date. i wouldn’t do that to you.”

it’s now that he finally chooses to walk to his circle of teammates, who welcome him with a shout and raised drinks.

when he glances back, you’re so wide-eyed that he smiles behind his glass.

[demigods-posts]

while the stables scene is a great example of percabeth's growth as a couple, particularly regarding their switch of roles in who plans for their future. an even better example is when they first told the other they loved them. annabeth, who is a well-respected strategist due to how well she can plan for the future, tells him as quickly as possible before something or someone could take him away from her again. she seized the first opportunity she had free of plan. percy, on the other hand, who is known for his impulsiveness and reckless planning, tells her two books later. not because he wasn't head over heels the entire hoo series. but because he was planning for the right moment. he wanted to wait until he could give her permanence and stability on a silver platter because he knows how much it means to her.