#platines

[vinylespassion]

Platine-réveil, 1950s

[o-link]

Hi-Fi + Jimi Hendrix

[stiffyck]

T4t 3rd life desert duo (or scarian that's up to you) where grian continues to struggle in his sweater because it's hot but he doesn't want Scar to know he's trans and he doesn't want Scar to see his binder vs Scar who's just completely shirtless and doesn't bother with binding. He never got top surgery.

Grian doesn't wanna assume anytging and it genuinely doesnt even cross his mind once that scar might be trans too. He's a lil stupid but it's okay.

When Scar does find out Grian has been wearing a binder all the time he tells him to take it off and to use his tape.

"You have a tape?"

"Yeah I just never use it! I don't wanna bother with it, too much work"

Anyway scar gives grian his tape because he's not gonna use it and maybe even helps grian tape his chest.

"Isn't that better?"

"Yeah I can finally breathe now"

[alchemical-rhapsodaire]

OK, see, here's the thing:

I'm fine with Rei and Kazuki being friends only. That's absolutely fine! A family doesn't need to have two parents that have romantic feelings for each other! And also, we need more queerplatonic relationships and platonic life partner representation in media anyways! So, screw romance!

But then. The mf show pulls this sh*t on me:

LIKE, KAZUKI, MY DUDE WHY YOU HAVE THAT LOOK IN YOUR EYES HUH?

That scene is the definition of "and his gaze softened" YOU CAN'T TELL ME OTHERWISE

P.A. WORKS WHY YOU GOTTA DO THIS TO MEEEEE

[mitamicah]

More Blonde!Jere practice :3

[nyaa]

Meido-san o Migini (Zangyura) 2004-12-30

[sweetdreamsjeff]

November 1993

Williamsburg Brooklyn

[bloodraven55]

the akimichi dynamic summarised in one gif 💀

[vinylespassion]

Plaid, Grandma Afghan, 1960s

[o-link]

Platine 33T

[lasaraconor]

[uncoolfc]

niederlande? more like niederlage

[majachee]

Wheoever said Noah and Owen were soulmates... you re right

[tarn-ati0n]

I got to stop watching devlog videos. They are putting ideas in my head that I don't have the time/skill/resources/anything for.

[yes-i-am-happyaspie]

Sicktember is the best!!! I’m so happy you made this a thing. However… I was left hungry for one particular thing. I really want to read Peter waking Tony up early on a school morning because he doesn’t feel good. Crawling into bed with him and maybe just going back to sleep. Do you know of any fics like this, or could you possibly consider one day down the road turning into a super short (few hundred words) fic??

Another mini-fic in the books. This one turned out so so utterly soft... There is no backstory. So this can be read as adopted Peter, or Peter simply spending a few nights at the tower. It's totally up to you! I hope the requesting anon finds this prompt fill and enjoys it!

You Will Never Be a Problem 869 words

Peter laid in his bed within Mr. Stark’s penthouse. It was five-forty-three. A full seventeen minutes before his alarm was set to go off. It was a school day. But as he remained still, staring at the ceiling, he wasn’t sure attending would be the best idea. His head was aching, his stomach was uneasy and despite the copious amounts of blankets he couldn’t seem to stop shivering. He rolled over onto his side, pulled the covers all the way up to his ears and squeezed his eyes closed. He could tough it out; try to rest for another fifteen minutes, then drag himself to class. He didn’t want to be an inconvenience. Although, he’d been informed from day one that he could never be such a thing.

‘You’re not a problem, Pete. You will never be a problem. I want you here.

Maybe it was the fever talking. Or maybe the words had finally sunk in. But at that moment, he believed it.

Peter slid out of bed, swiftly grabbed his outermost blanket, a soft plush throw and wound it around his shoulders. A chill ran up his spine, prompting him to pull it in a little more closely. He considered laying back down. He could ask FRIDAY to relay a message. But he was already up and Mr. Stark had said to come to him.

‘I’m here if you need anything, Buddy. I mean it. All you have to do is come to me.’

With a deep sigh, Peter dragged himself into the dimly lit hallway. He looked left, then right, trying to determine where to go. He assumed Mr. Stark was sleeping in the master bedroom. But really, it was just as likely that he was in the lab running on nothing but coffee and inspiration. He sucked in a breath and wandered toward Mr. Stark’s room. The door was cracked open just enough that if he peeked inside, he could see Mr. Stark lying on his side clutching his pillow. Soundly asleep.

For a moment Peter hesitated. He watched Mr. Stark’s chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm. He wondered if he should go back to bed. He could turn off his alarm and have FRIDAY rouse him up when Mr. Stark was up. But something was stopping him. Perhaps it had to do with the way Mr. Stark had promised to be there for him, no matter the time.

‘Sleep schedule? What sleep schedule? Kid, I’m available to you day or night.’

With the hand that wasn’t holding the blanket in place, he pushed the door open. He carried himself to the edge of the bed and brought his lip between his teeth. “Mr. Stark?” he whispered. There was no reply. “Mr. Stark?” he tried again, just a little louder.

A small choked snore was followed by a yawn. Mr. Stark blinked his eyes open and ran a weary hand down his face. “Pete? What are you doing, Buddy? You okay?”

Even though Mr. Stark’s tone was gentle and kind, Peter found himself awash with a whole new wave of anxiety. He shifted his weight and lowered his gaze to the floor.

“Peter?”

“I-” Peter began. He looked up, one hand making its way to his queasy stomach. “I don’t feel good. I-”

Before he could complete his thought, Mr. Stark sat up, arm outstretched. Peter clamped his mouth shut, allowing the hand to press against his forehead. He both shudders and relaxes under the touch.

“You have a fever.”

Peter nodded in blind agreement. He’d suspected as much. He ached all the way down to his bones. “I don’t want to go to school.”

“Easy. I’ll make sure you have an excuse.” There were a few beats of silence. When Peter remained unmoving at the bedside, Mr. Stark smiled softly. “What else do you need, Bud? You didn’t wake me up for a doctor’s note.”

“I just-” Peter yawned. He shuffled his feet and tiredly planted himself on the edge of the large bed. “Can I have a hug?”

A contented sigh escaped Peter’s lips as he was engulfed by Mr. Stark’s arms. His body fell limp, the warmth and counter pressure offering a temporary reprieve from the relentless chills. His eyes closed without his permission, delivering him a hair's breadth away from sleep. It was warm and comfortable, and even as Mr. Stark released him, he didn’t want it to end. So, instead of standing up and trudging back to his own bed, he pulled his feet up onto Mr. Stark’s. He let go of his own blanket and wiggled his way under the heavy warm duvet.

“Comfy?” Mr. Stark questioned, as Peter nuzzled his face against the downy pillow. He hummed in response, too tired to say anything else. He felt a hand brush through his hair and relaxed. The mattress shifted beside him. Without thought he rolled over and tucked himself against Mr. Stark’s warm body.

“You really do feel terrible, huh, Buddy,” Mr. Stark murmured.

Peter hummed, his eyes fluttering open for only a second. “Feel better with you.”

“Yeah?” Mr. Stark chuckled. He might have said more. Peter wasn’t certain. He was already drifting back to sleep.

[escapeaddict]

thinking you're completely aromantic makes the rare romantic attraction rearing it's head feel like a betrayal

my mind has failed me