#no dashes apparently

[bixels]

Quick doodle while writing stuff for the AU's New York City story. The main six would get split into pairs with their own little story.

Flutterdash's logline: Dash and Félicie navigate NYC's transit system to go to a Wonderbolts ball game, all while battling intense feelings of homesickness for Nebraska.

[fiyaerrigan]

Tommy kisses Buck's birthmark, but only in the most intimate of moments where no one is around to see.

It's not something frantic or passionate, so it doesn't happen when they get physical. Hell, it doesn't happen often enough to take the place of "hello" kisses when Tommy arrives for a date. But when it does happen, Buck notices.

It's not that Buck has a thing about his birthmark. It's not even that Tommy has a thing about his birthmark—At least, he doesn't think Tommy does. Based on past experience, Buck's pretty sure he would have picked up on that by now.

He's been in a lot of relationships—hookups and romances alike—so he knows when someone likes his birthmark in a way that goes beyond passing appreciation. He's had partners who have to acknowledge it and point out its unique-ness and get into his birthmark in a way that Buck never fucking judged, because it felt good—plus, it wasn't like he had gone through life without fixating on a person's physical attributes. Buck has been known to check out a redhead and appreciate a Tommy-cleft or two, after all.

At the end of the day, the Birthmark Thing doesn't really matter to Buck: people liking it just sort of happens, and he's happy to go along with it whether it's an offhand compliment or something more.

But with Tommy—even if it maybe it is a thing and neither of them knows it—it just feels different.

It happens in moments where Buck least expects it.

It happens when they're both in bed exhausted from rough shifts and staring at the ceiling maybe a few inches apart, because one of them got tired of the other's body heat after five minutes cuddling. They end up back on the subject of work, and sometimes it's funny and sometimes it's sad. Either way, something happens and Buck is pulled across the distance—sometimes, Tommy's hand traces up Buck's arm and ghosts softly over Buck's brow, other times there's an abrupt tug towards him and a decisive smek of lips against skin. Every time, Buck can do nothing other than melt in the goddamned afterglow that follows.

It's just a kiss. It's not a kiss on the lips or a kiss that's dirty and better-suited for the charged silence of the bedroom. It's just a little peck. On his birthmark.

And yet, every time it happens, Tommy stares Buck down—practically dead in the eyes—and moves so deliberately. Time seems to slow. When he doesn't drown in Tommy's gaze, Buck swears he can see the slightest fear in the other man's eyes—there so subtly that Buck hesitates to say it's present at all.

What Tommy has to be afraid of, Buck doesn't know—or maybe he does. Only he's afraid, too.

Whatever it is, Buck doesn't ask. Whatever it is, Tommy doesn't say.

All Buck knows is that in the quiet moments where Tommy kisses his birthmark, it feels like Tommy's saying something. Something that matters.

Sometimes, a feeling hits Buck so intensely—expressed by three little words he just can't let out, not yet. When Buck gets that feeling, Tommy gets this look in his eyes like maybe he feels the same way. Most of the time, Buck can hardly bring himself to believe it. Other times, he's able to give in. Sometimes, when Tommy looks at Buck that way, he kisses Buck's birthmark.

When that happens—slowly, fearfully, tenderly—Buck can't help but think the following:

Maybe he loves me too. Maybe I can say it.

But Buck is Buck. He rushes into things and then they fall apart and burn before his eyes. And, sure, Tommy doesn't seem to mind—he even seems to like Buck's Buck-ness, if Buck's being honest—but Buck isn't about to let something this good fall apart just because he got ahead of himself.

So he doesn't say it, but Tommy still kisses him.

The days begin. Buck and Tommy go to work and kiss each other goodbye. After work, Tommy keeps buying dinner until Buck looks at him and grumbles that Tommy never lets him pay. Tommy's eyes soften, and Tommy smiles at him.

Later that night, when they're alone, Tommy kisses him and it feels like it means something.

The days end. Lots of days end, actually. Buck's been keeping stock of them like little scrapbook mementos held tightly to the chest. One second it's September, and the next it's Halloween and Buck has boils that are absolutely gross all over his face. Tommy kisses him anyway. Tommy goes to a funeral for a cowboy who died centuries ago, and doesn't laugh at Buck's expense—not in this moment where it matters.

Buck holds the day close to his chest. Weeks later, when he's fanning away smoke and scraping off the black edges of a failed attempt—at baking, not forgetting, he swears—Buck finds himself alone in his kitchen and defeated enough to admit a single fear:

He still holds the day close. He holds it close to his heart and cannot let it go.

Tommy kisses his birthmark.

The feeling builds and builds and burns.

[renrapp]

reblog for sample size :)

[royalarchivist]

Pac: [While bouncing up and down on the side of the giant Snowman using his tentacle gun] Hi Ramon! Hi Ramon! Hi Ramon! Hi Ramon! Hi Ramon! Hi Ramon! Hi Ramon! Hi Ramon!

Pac: [In a sing-songy voice] Hello Ramon~ [In a deep voice] ALOHA! Aloha ohana!

Pac: Hi Ramon. 🥰

[Pac pronounces "Ramon" with an accent, which sounds like "Hamon"]

[wardensantoineandevka]

Open Sea paladins take "open" to mean open shirts

[maigetheplatypus57]

"i need grumbo to be more insane about each other this season" this and "i need more scarian" that, well i think that perhaps scar and mumbo should be more insane about each other. maybe even have their own robot child or cactus ring together. how about that.

[frubeto]

im usually not one to complain about anachronisms in fiction, like, you do you, whatever. but. i recently read a house md fic where he ordered delivery from mcdonalds?? and fuck that fully took me out of the story. like. early 00s you were lucky if your favourite restaurant did deliveries. most of the time you still had to pick it up yourself. you couldnt just order online wherever you wanted. and sure as fuck not from mcdonalds.

[puppetmaster13u]

You know what @f4nd0m-fun I literally finished this last night, so here, have the lil baby hydra. From several prompts.

They're still mostly baby colors, which is all monochrome, but are juuust starting to get more colors like their underbellies and their heads are starting to lighten up, but will start shifting color eventually.

Which makes me wonder what kind of thing might happen if someone tries to study the realm hydras....

(Also have a prompt in the tags lol)

[umblrspectrum]

there is literally no fucking way this isn't exactly the conversation they had after this

[spiderman2-99]

Let me assign you an affection language.

A Knife Called Grief You have left your house, you have left those people behind, but what are you going to do about the memories which have taken root in you? You can run but not without them. You want someone to sit with you on this cool marble floor while the sun burns everything.You want them to cut your rotten heart and theirs too. You want to sit with it in front of you, let them see you with all your flaws, which haven’t been your fault but you have been made to believe so, and you want them to love you anyways. Because you know you’d do that for them.

[yoinked from iobartach]

[sainz100]

2024 Hungarian GP | x (edited)

[revenantghost]

I adore the way that Wolfwood loves Vash.

It's not senseless, unquestioning devotion. Wolfwood won't hesitate to call Vash an idiot when it's a fact, he's not gonna lie down and go along with what he disagrees with. But in all of his life, Wolfwood's barely had a shred of agency and choice. And it's reached the point that he hates it, is almost afraid of it in his spin-off chapter. But he saw Vash, in all his gentleness and kindness, in all his trauma and his hurt, and Wolfwood thought, that. That's what I want to follow. That's what I'll brave freedom for, no matter the cost. Because he's worth it. And even facing what seems to be the end of his life, even knowing that following Vash led him here, Wolfwood doesn't regret it.

You are not lost, Wolfwood.

[m1ssunderstanding]

Get Back Rewatch 55 Years On: Day 21: The Concert

Every time they're not on camera I simultaneously feel so relieved for them and so upset that I don't get to watch. Messed up of me, but hey. Remember that slightly disturbing quote where Paul said he actually does believe he's kind of public property and he's fine with that?

He looks so determined. Like the fairy tale prince staring down the dragon or Enjolras about to hijack a funeral (Literally my baby was conceived after I watched this in IMAX so if that tells you anything about my feelings . . . I'm going to be annoying I'm sorry I can't help it)

Her legs look so good in those tights! I love that Mo came not because her boyfriend needs his mommy but because she wants to see them perform! Kissing her on the mouth right now.

Danger boy Paul!

Fun fact, I was this John for Halloween in 2021 to a college party. My hair was already like that, and I had dirty white keds and black jeans, so I just did fake sideburns, fake glasses, and a fake fur coat. I tried to get my best friend to be Paul. She wanted to be a hooker, and I was like “It’s the same thing!”

See, look at him and his whorish ways!

John’s little lip-bit smile. He’s so happy with himself nailing that solo. Cutie. 

Cocky boys. As they should be. I love when they’re proud of their work together. Get Back is 95% just Looks between John and Paul, isn’t it?

John and Paul instantly jump into their little “humble working class entertainers” act. You know what just occurred to me? You know how they talked about the “rattle your jewelry” comment backstage and Paul dared John to say it? I wonder if they talked about the “audition” comment too.

It really is a beautiful thing they’re doing. It’s lovely, watching everyon leave their desk jobs and their shopping and whatever else to sit in their fire escapes and congregate in the street and huddle together on rooftops. It really is just like the happy end in a sixties zeitgeist movie. 

All the girls nervous to be too enthusiastic after years of being made fun of themselves and watching others like them being mocked on TV. Let girls like things, damnit!

Mo jamming! I’m in love.

John mouthing Paul’s lyrics.

“Paul McCartney singing that. What a voice.” Literally me if time travel existed. 

“And if SOMEBODY loved me like she does,” Well, it is good manners to look at the person you’re talking to, I guess. But you do have an audience, John. And a mic and a camera. 

“Absolutely disrupt all the business in this area.” Yes! Get those blue meanies, boys!

“No lay rishi gahd blay bloojaygoo” should replace all the stupid quotes the Lennon estate puts on everything they sell. Then I’d actually want their shit. Paul trying to magic the words from his head into John’s there. Successfully, though.

That “Pleeeeeheeeeease” is one of the prettiest beatles vocal moments. I love it with all my heart. And clearly, so does Paul. Doing that thing he does, inappropriately thrusting into his bass. 

Oh my gosh it’s the song Paul and John do together on tour right now!

That “Yyyyyeeeeeah, yeaaaaaah!” (I mean the whole song, the whole concert, but especially that) does things to me. 

John’s extremely blurry, because he turned his head quick enough to give him whiplash there, sorry everyone. But look! They’re having the time of their lives! They just love performing together so much!

Everyone goes to check on their accumulating audience. (except Paul. Wonder what that’s about.)Ringo’s little pleasantly surprised smile is so so sweet!

It must be so fun for them to be performing One after 909 again after all these years. Bitter sweet with everything that’s changed since then. 

LMAO Kevin thank you for your service!

He’s a silly cutie.

The mic in the street asking that girl if she’d like them to come back every lunchtime. Imagine if they did? How cute would that be? Like back to their cavern lunchtime shows. Maybe that could’ve saved them.

Them playing God Save the Queen reminds me of that story where Brian was like, “This bigger manager wants to buy your contract from me, and I just wanted to be straight with you. They could probably get better deals for you.” and they were like, “If you sell us to him we’re only playing God Save the Queen from that moment on.” It’s probably a fake story, but that’s what it made me think of. 

I always think that quote of Paul’s is so strange, where he was like “I never got the chance to watch John while we were playing.” Like. What are you talking about, baby?

Literally “Uh. Yeah. Uh. Yeah.” Fucking his bass. Staring at John. Okay? And I’m not supposed to take that and run with it? I’m not supposed to assume from that that you want to fuck your songwriting partner?

I think he genuinely wants to get arrested. I really do. I think he wants them all to get arrested so they can finally be alone in a room together. A lovely cell for four. Just shimmying at them. And Billy looking at him like, Bro. What the fuck is wrong with you?

Paul’s “woo” and shimmy :: John’s “woo” and weird little kick move. And Paul looks so fond, of course. 

God bless Mal for stalling those little fucks as long as humanly possible. And Debbie! “Don’t actually go on the roof because it’s overweight.” Gaslight, gatekeep, girlboss!

Absolutely LOVE John and George turning their amps back on. That’s right. You guys are what’s keeping the country going at this point, so if you want to play on your roof they better let you play on your roof and say thank you.

All the times when they just simultaneously turn to each other. Like, yes, this is our que to stare hungrily into each other’s eyes. 

My stomach just dropped at those words across the screen. “This was the Beatles’ last public performance.” We know, Peter Jackson. You don’t have to remind us. Jeez. 

John and Paul’s two very different but equally important leadership roles in the band at work here at the end of the concert. John delivers his iconic line, makes everyone laugh, and seals the band’s last performance with a very tight bow. Meanwhile, Paul’s climbing the gate to bypass the crowd and schmooze the police out of arresting Mal. 

THIS is sooo cute. Heads buried together and John’s very sweet, “‘s’matter? Hmm?” 

George is so cute here in the control room afterward. No wonder they don’t listen to his not wanting to do things, honestly, if he acts like this after. “What’s the law say why you can’t do that? Well how disturbing the peace? Yeah, I’m for taking over London. And every rock group in the world all on different buildings, playing the same tune.” Adorable.

Poor John. It breaks my heart that he doesn’t think his little lyric flub is funny. He’s disappointed in himself. I wish he could see that that’s one of the things everyone loves about him. George was grinning ear to ear about it. For fuck’s sake, that’s one of the reasons Paul fell in love with you in the first place. If only John could see himself the way we see him, you know? 

This little moment cracks me up. John always has to be mommy’s naughty little boy, and Yoko does a very sweet job of playing her part here. 

Linda and Paul are so touchy and clingy and it’s very romantic and I love that Ringo joins in and makes fun of them.   

The whole after-show glow for everyone was just so palpable and fantastic. I wish they could've gone on performing together. Clearly it made all of them very happy.

[royalarchivist]

Other player: [In the in-game chat] big fan iron mouse

Etoiles: It's not true, because if– [Laughs] If he's a big fan, he must–

Ironmouse: What? 😥

Etoiles: [Typing in chat] Play better next time.

Ironmouse: What– no– ETOILES! [Laughs]

Etoiles: If you're a fan. 😄

[nintendont2502]

btw i will forever recommend just. refusing to engage in discourse. its free its easy and you literally arent missing anything LMAO - 99% of discourse on here is just on the most pointless petty shit that literally doesnt mean a single thing to anyone in real life (i am looking directly at you "pRo/AnTi" shippers), and the other 1% is genuinely important shit... that isnt going to be solved in any productive way by insulting '''the other side''' online. arguing with strangers online never changes anyones mind all youre doing is making yourself *and* your cause look annoying as hell :thumbsup: maybe chill out. find a hobby.

[skittlestrash]

9:28 ↳ there was something on twitter when s2 was airing, where one chose an episode and a timestamp and we posted screencaps of those times. i decided to go with 9 minutes, 28 seconds, and decided to do ALL the episodes, because 9/28 is my birthday so why not. tada~