#soft and soothing

[mischievous-thunder]

Bonus:

It's sin o'clock with the multiversal soulmates

[sonseulsoleil]

Ghosts don't sleep. They don't even really get tired. At least, not tired in the way sleep would fix. When Charles first dies, he attempts to sleep, but he never can manage it. No matter how many nights he tries. Eventually he gives up.

But he never gives up asking Edwin to read to him at night. Edwin's voice as he reads is warm and steady. Comforting, even. Charles may be dead at sixteen, but he isn't alone. He thinks his best chance at falling asleep is if Edwin is there to read him a bedtime story.

It's probably silly. But Edwin doesn't seem to mind.

Edwin reads him mostly detective stories at first. Sherlock Holmes, anything by Agatha Christie, Nancy Drew and The Hardy Boys, of course—which is where they get the idea for the agency in the first place. But Edwin loves books of all sorts, so it isn't long before he's branching out into other genres.

Usually it's old books. Books from before Edwin was even alive. Books Charles would've avoid reading in school. Pride and Prejudice. Frankenstein. Jane Eyre. Oliver Twist. Somehow hearing them in Edwin's voice makes them much more tolerable.

And some are fun. Treasure Island is one Charles finds himself requesting over and over again. He always liked pirates. Lord of the Rings is another favorite, although maybe Charles is just excited that Edwin finally found a book that was published after he died.

Niko introduces Edwin to much newer literature. Teen romance novels with bright covers and cutesy, wordplay titles. Edwin even reads some of the books about boys kissing boys. An adorable, pink blush creeps across his cheeks every time still, but he's getting more comfortable.

Ghosts don't sleep, or even get tired. But Charles thinks he almost gets drowsy sometimes, late at night, when their living friends are sleeping, and he is curled safely and comfortably into Edwin, listening to him read.

[atompalace-official]

Sylveon, the Intertwining Pokémon - #700 - It emits a soothing aura from its ribbonlike feelers. 💗

[kalicocal]

Let's talk about that CaitVi Scene

For me, what made this scene impactful has to do more with the fact that the prison cell is the physical representation of Vi's mind more than the fact that it's where they first met. (Although the latter does add merit to Fortiche's capacity for telling circular narratives.)

We know this because we see Fortiche use this same motif in S108, where we see half of Vi behind bars and the other half unobstructed, which signifies how Vi is torn between going back to help her sister and helping Caitlyn take the gemstone back.

In this context, though, Vi is shackled by the mantra, “Whatever happens, it’s on you,” and we know this because Vi admits it herself, “I choose wrong every time. And because of it, I’ve lost everyone.” 

And the implication of Caitlyn unlocking this cell and entering this space—this space filled with emotional and physical scars, this space haunted by phantom pains and memories with teeth—was just like an “I got you” moment, the perfect affirmation that finally releases Vi from the shackles of this inherited responsibility. 

Caitlyn not only predicted it, but she actively took measures that enabled Vi to free Jinx safely. By doing this, Caitlyn implicitly confirmed that Vi didn't choose wrong this time and that she wasn't alone in the decision to offer Jinx a second chance.

I know some people have their own opinions about them doing it in a jail cell without explicitly talking about what happened between them in Act 1, but as much as I appreciate the idea of open communication, romance, and making love in a bed, I understand why they saved the talking for later. After all, facing imminent doom and Armageddon can influence people to rush into things. 

All jokes aside, there is one thing about this scene that makes my heart ache with joy: that Vi finally has one memory that outshines all that was made in the prison cell. And that memory is of warmth, a gentle touch, and soft eyes—the only memory that matters.

And for me, that's enough.

[celestial-sphere-press]

a NatGeo inspired bind

(and my first leather binding since Greece!)

had so much fun with this NatGeo mock up for a dust jacket (also first one I've designed!). peep underneath it for the LEATHER!

TWO pics of the endband this time to show off that headcap (it's not perfect but I'm pretty happy with how well I was able to pull the leather over the endband). plus a corner detail! bc I am satisfied with my paring job for the leather & the smoothness of my corner here.

natgeo inspiration continued into the inside spreads with tons of gorgeous Thomas Moran Yellowstone lithographs (11 total, but here are 3)!

& now we have reached the photo limit :(

[annabelle--cane]

mother asked me who my favorite bh character was, I automatically said "hal," she said "oh that's right, you always did like him, even when you were little. what exactly is it about him that appeals to you?" and I bluescreened for a second then just said "he sucks"

[moonsdancer]

need this

A scene in which a still bruised, and broken, and entirely jaded Jayce who's seen so much of his dream of magic corrupted by what he experienced in the 'future'/alternate dimensions he traversed with the wild runes, and from 'killing' his best friend, and knowing that everything he worked to build since that very first time he encountered magic as a child and it completely transformed his life - ALL OF IT has become this sick, poisoned, destructive, ultimately toxic thing --

-- to find a Mel, also a little broken and fragile after her experience in the oculorum, the fresh grief of losing Kino-who-wasn't-Kino again, and the discovery of what she is, and how that's completely overturned everything of how she understands herself, the world around her, her mother and brother, her entire family, her banishment because absolutely nothing is as she knew it to be ALL because of this revelation that she's made of magic. This new reality that still feels like it doesn't fit, like a joke awaiting a punchline. But it's not a joke because she's still got the bruises from her time in that pocket dimension prison, and her best friend's dead, and her adopted city's broken, and so's she.

But anyway, I want Jayce and Mel to have some time alone, patching each other a bit, being soft and sexy and gentle because they can recognise the shadows in each other's eyes and the hopelessness and trauma. And for Mel to show him, just a little of what she can do as she's still discovering it herself. Nothing crazy, just let a bit of that sun magic flow over him, and light up his world again, and remind him of why he loves her so much--

nothing feels impossible when I'm with you.

And when she sees the wonder in Jayce's eyes, that awe and faith, the purity of his love for her, and that old fascination with magic, untainted by whatever hextech's become, just pure and beautiful and lovely and hers. And for her to find her way back to herself in that certainty of his.

That's what I want.

[tartagliatum]

there's nothing better than when somebody asks the caretaker to be soft with them when offered a belly rub. whether that's an embarrassed "just be gentle, there's a lot in there" when their belly is heavy and aching after a few too many helpings, or a murmured "please be gentle, it's very sensitive right now" when they have a sick, churning tummy, nauseated by any little movement. their apprehension while nudging their t-shirt up melting into relief as the gentlest pressure and slowest circles smooth over their belly, caretaker much more worried than necessary about upsetting their tummy any further <3

[bluestjayy]

perfectly mundane

As mundane as it seems, one of Kim’s new favorite activities is getting boba tea with Chay every Thursday.

Boba is great for several reasons.

The first being that Chay adores Boba Tea and their dates are one of the only ‘within reason’ ways that Kim is allowed to spoil him without the financial trauma ruining the mood for both of them. The second is that when he’s able to exist like this with Chay, in the wild with nothing but each other and Chay’s enthusiastic retellings of his study group that day, Kim gets a taste of what it’s like to just be Kim.

Kim who can come out from behind the carefully constructed caricatures in a public setting rather than safely hidden in the walls of their shared home.

Of course there’s sometimes the odd fan who can see through the strategic face mask & sunglasses combo all too easily. Or a bodyguard on the periphery if Porsche is feeling particularly overprotective that day (code for, Kinn and Porsche have gotten themselves into the kind of trouble that is likely to domino into Chay’s peaceful existence).

Sometimes there are aspects of their real lives creeping in, peeking around the corners and pulling them back to reality, but with each passing day they get more and more comfortable in this existence they're building together. Each day they get further and further away from being as entrenched in the grayscale of mafia life that had once pinned them in place with teeth on their necks.

More often than not, in recent months, they just get to be boyfriends. Boyfriends on a date, doing date things, and Kim gets to shed the version of himself he feels like he is always striving to play.

Protector. Leader. Older. Criminal.

“Hold on, you’ve got–” Chay is flushed pink from giggling as he had recounted Ohm’s disastrous attempt to flirt with one of the seniors in their department, and he reaches across the small sticky table to run his thumb across the peak of Kim’s cheekbone. “Eyelash.”

He freezes in place for a second. Thumb swiping softly back and forth over skin Kim can feel heating under the scrutiny.

Chay thinks, pink tongue darting out to wet his lips, and then he comes to the decision– adorably, Kim even sees him nod his head to himself, cementing the choice– that he simply can't help himself. S if magnetized, Chay draws close and kisses Kim on the cheek. A gentle peck that is as fleeting as it is sweet and all at once Kim wishes Chay had lingered longer. Had littered affection onto his skin like ink blots on a canvas.

Kim is so suddenly overcome with warmth– not even heat, this isn't passion burning through his veins like molten steel but instead a crackling fire in the middle of winter, or a sweater fresh from the dryer, it's… is home– that he has to avert his eyes downwards and breathe through the sensation of his stomach rolling itself over into a double loop.

Chay beams at him like he hung the moon, and moves swiftly on to another story. As if Kim could possibly hear him over the sound of his insides singing a melody of devotion to the sparkle in Chay’s eyes as he speaks.

Which is exactly what he gets to have here, in this liminal space of existence that they carve out for themselves. Kim gets to give in. He gets to be looked at like that. He gets to be adored by Chay without feeling like he’s lacking in some other aspect.

Here he can exist outside of the binary that he had been built for him since childhood. Strength and solitude and ruthlessness don’t matter here because Chay is using his straw to suck up tapioca pearls and the electric blue neon sign shaped like a teacup behind his head is helping him the way he deserves, making his features glow, and all that matters is the string of words coming out of his mouth that despite being perfectly mundane are sweeter than any treat they could possibly buy here.

So yes, while it may seem mundane for a man like Kim (who has all the advantages money, his name, and his chosen career, can get him) to call a boba date the highlight of his week…

Perhaps the fact that it's mundane is precisely the reason he enjoys it so much.

[crowlixcx]

Broadchurch | S2EP5 | Alec Hardy’s Wettest Moments (Part 59)

[mrsoharaa]

Thinking about escaping to a nice fancy resort that the boys privately reserve just for us to go bathe freely (naked lol) in the beautiful vast, extravagant onsen that brims with gorgeous blossomed flowers and a serene atmosphere ♡

[angeart]

[kaleidoscopeminds]

the dice is maybe one of the best things we've ever come up with

[wikitpowers]

i miss our sherlock and watson more and more every day :( please come back to us soon :(

art: @cassandrajean <3

[fitzselfships]

Pros of having a partner with floppy ears: you can do this :]

Cons: there are none

Proshippers/adjacent dni. 100000 shark attack 🦈🦈🦈🦈🦈🦈🦈🦈🦈🦈🦈🦈🦈🦈🦈🦈🦈🦈🦈🦈🦈🦈🦈🦈 also Zooble self ship doubles dni

[cocoabuttavasa]

while we evolve and bloom, our hair gets greyer in colour, our conversations increasingly become more conscious and liberating for our souls and our love continues to flourish and get wiser. imagine. 🪻

21/03/2024