#such beautiful bromance

[mctna2019]

+you will come back?

-if you behave yourself.

+promise me that you'll come back and I'll be your lackey for the rest of my life.

-deal.

+really? then I'll be waiting for you.

[d469son-daddy469son-bw2]

[sculppp]

Carl Ernst von Stetten (1857–1942)

Cleobis and Biton, 1884, detail.

[horny-athletes]

In American football, as in other team sports, or even more so, the deep bond between team members is important.

In the locker room, taking time to get to know every inch of each other's bodies, watching their reactions, exploring each other's most sensitive areas, and being exposed to the lecherous glances of their other teammates.

They are great players and role models for their teams as they practice these basics.

[trinidor]

[d469son-beautifulboiz2]

Double the pleasure… 😋

[buriedinmyownfeelings]

I guess this is just a weekly thing now

Just when I think I couldn’t love them more something like this happens

[sleepy-spacetronaut]

Unpopular opinion, but Germanic fairytales got nothing on Slavic/Balkan fairytales. Now, do not get me wrong, they are very different in essence, that is why they are quite dissimilar. German fairitales tend to be cautionary and grim, intended to teach you a lesson, whereas the Slavic/Balkan ones give you the strong feeling of some psychedelic daydreaming.

You start reading one fairytale and immediately begin to wonder what the authors were drinking/smoking, and where you can get said substance.

In some stories, people can eat rocks to spit out pavement, the moon uses gender like a skipping rope, horses and wolves fly, kids grow by the hour, princes weep a lot and seek guidance from anyone (even mosquitos!), women are wise, and there’s is almost always a shapeshifting companion that adds bromance to the story.

[rjavenuru]

I fucking ship it 😂

[mctna2019]

Should I cry or laugh? how can he act roles so naturally? he really lived Hae-jo.I'm grateful to Heung who came to Hae-jo instead of going with Jae-mi. they end up becoming two brothers and that's what I love about them. the way Heung got worried about him and admired the way of his life. finally someone understood him. he wanted sibling but life gave him an older brother that he didn't know he needed before.

[d469son-daddy469son-bw2]

[sculppp]

Domenico Passignano (1559 – 1638)

Bathers at San Niccolo,detail,c 1600.

[queenofvenicebeach]

It's so lovely what John says about Liam:

“I’m not talented enough as a writer to choose what’s going to emerge. I just sit there with a guitar and hope for the best. I got lucky with this stretch of ten songs,” Squire says of the process. “I won the FA Cup when I heard Liam singing on the demo. So I could have got out at that point and had a happy life.”

[escespace]

Comment :

My heart! My heart!! I can't take this. I'm eternally mourning what they could have been, but this level of longing is killing me.

This fic is beautifully written. So delicate and dedicated that it took my breath away. 

Just from the synopsis I knew it was going to hurt but painful satisfaction is something new. It's like having something and fear it Will be taken away from you every moment and I think that's exactly the way these characters will feel eternally. Oh! what could have been...

The first few parts made me feel like I was watching a French summer movie set in some retro era about a pair of tragic friends.

The level of intimacy even when they're just joking and playing is magnificent, it pulled threads out of a nostalgia for something I never had. It's amazing how a piece of writing can make us feel like that, bravo to the writer for achieving that.

The lake part made me say to myself "Well Damn! This is the pair of young idiots we often forget they are!" Because in the first seasons that's definitely all they were when they were together, not a prince and a servant, much less the all-powerful protector and prophesied king, no, no. They were just young and stupid. I Enjoy that side of them 

The first conversation in the cave left my heart as vulnerable as I know Arthur felt his own. The power is in what is left unsaid, and it leaves us on the edge of our seats already intuiting what it might be implying and yet, just like with Merlin, it is not enough, the reader is left wishing and wishing...

AND WHEN HE SULKS oh My oh My I enjoyed that so much. He is certainly a spoiled brat when he wants to be.

Merlin's internal division is magnificent as well, his desire for Arthur on one side along with his need to protect him, and on the other his self-preservation and a hint of guilt for the lies... Anyway, spectacular writing to detail such an internal battle.

Great writing 

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Merlin (TV) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Merlin/Arthur Pendragon (Merlin) Additional Tags: First Time, Pining, Jealous Arthur, monster hunting, Tension, Camping, Literal Sleeping Together, Lots of Tense Metaphorical Discussions, Confessions, Blow Jobs Summary:

“Perhaps we are doing her a favor then,” he says, pausing to chew the inside of his cheek before adding in a measured, careful voice. “I wouldn’t want to live without my love, either.”

Arthur whips around in the saddle to stare at him, eyes hard and dark, like the storm clouds building on the distant horizon. “What love? You haven’t got a love,” he snaps, like he’s the sole keeper of all Merlin’s secrets.

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[jocklifealways]

Wake Up Jocks!

[imaginal-ai]

They're back!!

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