#sending me for a swim

[thedamesdrains]

Cassandra invited me to go swimming, but she didn't tell me I'd be swimming down the drain... gluglguglug...

[prince-liest]

Behold! The same fish, 15 minutes apart. Any time you see a stressed out pet store betta fish with horizontal stress stripes, it's pretty much a guarantee that it looks nothing like its true coloration. I actually still see some stress stripes on this boy even in the second image, so I'm looking forward to seeing how he colors up tomorrow!

I'm really glad I bought him. I like shortfinned bettas and I know what alien bettas are meant to look like (and had been hoping to get one), so he was perfect for me, but I also kinda figured that it was really not likely that somebody else would want him compared to the colorful halfmoons.

I usually give my betta fish fandom-ish names, and the temptation is high to call this boy Vox...

[hiddenmoonbeam]

Padfoot taking a swim and then returning to toddler Harry at the shoreline, happily jumping around and splashing water while Harry squeals in delight

[cozyxeri]

New bikini for these warm days <3

[hungergamesheadcanons]

Post-revolution Annie just posts random videos of Finnick and their son on the internet and they always go viral because people have only ever seen Finnick as playboy extraordinare and now they see Finnick being a dumbass father who's trying his best and it's very endearing and 90% of the time the camera pans out to an unimpressed Johanna or Katniss and it's great

[allsouls-emma]

Hi! I saw that you were making fanfics about Leon Marchand. Maybe you can make one where the reader is a very anxious person and he comforts her before her olympic competion (you can choose any sport you want). And she end up winning and After gotten her medal, she just hug him ? (Sorry if i made any mistakes, english is not my first language) I don't have any oc but can you make the reader be in the estonian team ! Thanks you and i hope you have a great day/night !

✧✧✧ ─ Calm Before the Storm

Léon Marchand X Female!Reader

Hello my dearie, I hope you're well. I have chosen gymnastics if that's alright, I liked going for the super Fluff. Enjoy Mwah!

Warnings: Fluff, No knowledge of Olympic Village going ons, Friendship, I have NO Gymnastics knowledge, Mature themes.

The familiar hum of the arena buzzed around you, the sound of spectators, coaches, and the occasional outburst of applause echoing through the corridors. The rhythmic beats of your heart were louder, though, pounding in your ears as you sat on a bench in the warm-up area. Your hands trembled as you tried to take deep breaths, your mind racing with the what-ifs and the weight of the moment. The Olympic Games—your Olympic Games—were at their peak, and you were minutes away from the most important performance of your life.

Representing Estonia was a dream come true, but the pressure was crushing. You’d trained your entire life for this, yet now, with everything on the line, the anxiety was threatening to consume you.

“Hey,” a familiar voice cut through the fog of your thoughts.

You looked up to see Léon Marchand standing there, his swim cap still in hand, a gold medal already draped around his neck from his event earlier that day. He smiled, that easy, reassuring grin that you’d come to rely on during these stressful days in the Olympic Village.

“Léon,” you managed to say, though your voice wavered.

He sat down beside you, close but not too close, giving you the space you needed. “You looked like you could use a friend right about now.”

You nodded, swallowing hard. “I just... I can’t seem to calm down. What if I mess up? What if...”

“Hey, hey, slow down,” Léon interrupted softly, placing a hand on your knee. “Take a deep breath with me.”

You tried to follow his lead, inhaling deeply, though your breath hitched halfway. He noticed and smiled softly, waiting until you tried again. This time, it was a little easier.

“Look,” he said, his tone steady, “I know how you’re feeling. Maybe not the exact same way, but I’ve been there. Everyone here has. This is the Olympics. It’s supposed to be overwhelming, but it’s also supposed to be the moment you’ve been dreaming about. You’re ready for this. You wouldn’t be here if you weren’t.”

His words were a balm, slowly easing the tension that had wound itself tight around your chest. You focused on his calm demeanor, the way he spoke as if this were just another day, another competition, not the pinnacle of your career.

“Remember when we talked about why you love gymnastics?” he continued, his voice gentle. “You told me it’s about the feeling of flying, of losing yourself in the movement. It’s about the freedom. Don’t let the pressure take that away from you. This is your moment to do what you love.”

You nodded, the knot in your stomach beginning to loosen. “But what if I fail?”

“And what if you don’t?” he countered. “What if this is the best performance of your life? Either way, you’re going out there and giving it everything. That’s all you can do. And no matter what happens, you’ve already made your country proud. You’ve made me proud.”

His words sank in, anchoring you to the moment. You took another deep breath, steadier this time, and felt the panic recede, leaving determination in its place.

“I guess you’re right,” you said, offering a small smile.

“I’m always right,” Léon teased, earning a soft laugh from you. “Now go out there and show them what you’ve got. I’ll be watching.”

With one last reassuring squeeze of your knee, he stood, offering you a hand to help you up. You took it, feeling a renewed sense of confidence as you rose to your feet.

As you walked towards the arena, the noise of the crowd grew louder, but instead of being overwhelming, it now felt like a distant hum, something separate from the clarity in your mind. You turned back to Léon, who gave you a thumbs-up and a wink before disappearing into the sea of athletes and coaches.

The competition itself felt like a blur, each movement ingrained in muscle memory, each routine executed with a precision you hadn’t felt in years. When you finished, the crowd erupted in applause, but it wasn’t until you saw your scores flash on the screen—scores high enough to secure a medal—that it truly hit you.

You’d done it.

Later, standing on the podium with a medal around your neck, the national anthem of Estonia playing in the background, you searched the crowd. When you found Léon, he was grinning, pride shining in his eyes.

As soon as the ceremony ended, you bolted off the podium and straight into his arms. He caught you easily, laughing as you buried your face in his chest, the reality of what you’d just accomplished sinking in.

“Thank you,” you whispered, your voice thick with emotion.

“For what?” he asked, pulling back slightly to look at you.

“For believing in me when I didn’t believe in myself.”

Léon smiled, brushing a strand of hair away from your face. “Always.”

And in that moment, you knew that no matter where your career took you next, you’d never face it alone.

[queenoffists]

Summer time, is my favorite time. 🍸☀️🌿💙

[askmaster-shake]

Can you play some sick ass guitar??? :O

ACTUALLY YEAH,, THAT'S RIGHT!! I'd share u sm photos of myself doin it but THE FRIGGIN MEATBALL REMOVED ALL MY PHOTO GALLERY.

anywaysss yea,, BUT I DO SM MAGIC WHEN I HAVE A GUITAR IN HAND!!

TY FOR THE ASK BTW. glad to know ur one of my many fans.

-🥤

[theflyindutchwoman]

I’m sorry but every time I see this scene…

…

THAT IS A MAN IN LOVE! You can’t convince me he didn’t love her even just a little bit there

LOOK AT HIM. LOOK. AT. HIM!!!!!

the way he held her!? Come on!

No. I refuse to believe this was purely a platonic reaction to saving her from the barrel.

Call me delulu, send me off to swim in “da nile” but that right there is a man who just saved the woman he loves. End of story 😤

That's why I don't believe that the writers/showrunners were completely against Chenford… Not when they created this masterpiece. Because you're absolutely right that this is a man in love right there. He just doesn't realise it yet. But the writing, the directing and the acting make it all very clear. The way he digs her up with his bare hands, the desperation when he is breathing life into her, the relief when she regains consciousness, the way he is holding her, cradling, trying to comfort her and reassure himself that she is alive, protecting her from the world… That's love. Even when the camera zooms in on the team, showing how devastated they all are, it still doesn't come close to what Tim is feeling. The man was threatening to beat a guy to find her… Just like he did when his wife was in danger. Or like Wesley did for Angela - and vice versa. The fact that his own actions parallel married couples' responses say everything… And don't get me started on the symbolism of the ring…

I need to rewatch this episode now…

[dr-veritas-ratio]

Someone slides you an Asdana’s White Oak. It is unclear who did so.

...

Are you the person who sent me that by express delivery yesterday?

I don't usually drink or eat anything I receive from strangers. And why is it addressed to "Chess Nerd"?

That's very rude.

~Dr Veritas Ratio.

[shrimparts-blog888]

The one thing I really like about Darling design is her base color: sky blue.

Daring's base color is yellow and Dexter's dark blue, only Darling has full sky blue color, and I think they did this on purpose. That's because "Prince Charming" in italian is said "Principe azzurro" and "azzurro" is spelled "sky blue" in english. So it's actually curious because you can understand Darling is THE actual prince charming because of this.

I dunno I thought is was a cool think to notice...

If i wasn t obssesed with Darling before NOW I SURE THE HELL AM I1NEIWNEIWBWHWH OMG THIS MAKES ME GO FERAL I had no clue there s some kind of symbolism behind her 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

[sweet-tragedys-stuff]

stickers that I got for 5 pesos, pt 2

[the-thoughts-in-my-silence]

me because I'm on vacation for 2 weeks and can't cut because I didn't bring my blades, and my family said we're going swimming tmrw😨

[ansleof]

a fun fact about me is that i have over 350 notes in my notes app at all times. right now there's 366 but itll eventually get back to the 350s, and then back to the 360s, and continue to wobble between the two for eternity.

i have to "purge" my notes pretty often (go through and delete unnecessary ones), and the last time i did, i realized there were a lot of really funny bits i could take out of context to make match my OCs.

so, i present to you, a variety of OCs alongside complete nonsense from my brain.

i hope you enjoy the gay people from my brain. all of this is lore accurate and im not elaborating

[foreshvdowing]

idk why my eye does that :/