#they’re so cheeky

[chalamet-chalamet]

Timothée: I loved working with Hugh Grant. His energy was infectious, positive at every turn, generous and…

Hugh: He’s being sarcastic. I bring a misery, a cloud of misery to the set cause I’m so nervous. I brought everyone down and I’m sorry.

Credit to beckysschitt on Twitter

[maribird444]

part 2 to the video i posted earlier💀

[linkito]

scarian 34 maybe.. but theyre in love..

#34 …to pretend.

Scar’s honestly not sure what Scott is on about with his whole Relationship Ranch thing. He’s not as obtuse as Grian is about it, pretending like their relationship isn’t mangled and strained, like the idea of couple’s therapy is entirely unfounded for the two of them, but— the goats? Really? Even at their worst, he and Grian aren’t stupid enough to get hit by a goat.

Even at their worst, they’re still a team. None of these trust-building activities are of any use to them.

The only reason Scar is going along with it at all is because of Scott. Scott who might know the most about the ins and outs of his and Grian’s complex relationship throughout these life games. But he’s beginning to have his doubts. Scott seems distracted.

Grian seems to have the same idea, because this time he calls Scott out when he pulls out his communicator for about the dozenth time. “Who do you keep talking to?”

Scar instantly dogpiles onto the accusations. “Are we not important enough for your undivided attention, doc?”

“No, you’re very important!” Scott protests, stuffing his communicator away. Scar narrows his eyes in tandem with Grian.

“Maybe he realizes we don't need this after all, G,” Scar says with a shake of his head, eyes flicking upward to watch for Scott’s reaction. As expected, Scott twitches nervously and immediately begins to wave his hands in placating disagreement.

But Grian speaks before Scott can. “Yeah, we’ve passed all your little tests, so what are you on about anyway?” With a disgruntled huff, Grian slots in beside Scar and crosses his arms, looking Scott up and down with the same level of scrutiny. “Scar and I are fine.”

It almost feels true when Grian is leaning into Scar’s space like this, taking his side like they have a common enemy, playing up the charade as much as Scar is to push at someone else’s buttons. On that rare occasion they’re on the same page, things do actually seem fine.

That’s possibly the worst part of it all— the almost fine.

Scott takes a moment to compose himself, now on the defensive as he speaks slowly and calmly. Unfortunately for him, however, he chooses the wrong words:

“But back in the desert—“

Both of their faces sour instantly, for different reasons perhaps, but they can both agree on one thing: that those words do not belong on Scott’s tongue.

Grian is partway through muttering a bitter “that’s none of your business,” when Scar chimes in with a theatrical twirl of his hands and solemn shake of his head, stepping forward so Grian is behind him and doesn’t have to address the unfinished accusation.

“Oh, Scott, come on now,” Scar says with a twinkle in his eye, slipping on the mask of a man not-scorned in order to pry himself from this situation. “That was then and this is now! People change! Relationships change! That isn’t always a bad thing, is it?”

Scott blinks, trying to keep up with Scar’s rapid-fire string of almost nonsense. “Uh.”

“Exactly!” Scar says, as if it were an agreement. He turns to face Grian, but keeps his feet pointed toward Scott, ever the actor, never fully turning his back to his audience. “But we’re perfectly happy, aren’t we now, Grian?”

Scar loops an arm around Grian’s back, tugging him closer and lowering his face so it’s level with his soulmate’s, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

His words pose a challenge, one Grian is intimately familiar. Scar rests his hand just beneath the base of Grian’s wings, where he used to hold onto when they embraced, when he would scoop Grian up into his arms and kiss him senseless while the scorching sun beat down on their necks. There’s that same level of firmness Grian had grown accustomed to paired with the gentle graze of fingers over his cheek from Scar’s other hand— that strong sense of security combined with unparalleled tenderness.

Grian doesn’t even realize he’s parted his lips, leaning forward in dizzying anticipation, acting on instinct alone, leaving all his senseless doubts behind as Scar slowly leans in closer, lips only a breath apart.

Scar’s hand trails over Grian’s cheek, ghosting over his jaw, then settling perfectly in place to hide both their lips from Scott’s prying eyes.

And then Scar smiles, and something about it is askew, something Grian can’t quite place— it’s too crooked, almost self-satisfied, almost—

And just like that, Scar pulls away.

“See?” Scar says, eyes flicking over to Scott, who, according to Grian’s short-circuiting brain, no longer existed at all. “Perfectly happy.”

It takes Grian far too long to realize those words were directed at someone else, or that there was not, in fact, sand at his feet and hot air brushing through his feathers. Scar is still speaking, and none of it is directed at him, because they aren’t alone atop a mountain of sand, in their own private corner of the world. They’re in a new game entirely, one where things are far too similar, yet not the same at all.

One where he definitely didn’t expect Scar to kiss him for real.

One where he definitely wouldn’t have let him.

“Grian,” Scar calls, snapping him out of his dazed state, and Grian hopes to god he doesn’t look too desperate when he glances up at him. “I’m pretty sure the rest of the server is tearing up our base looking for sugar cane.”

“They’re what??”

[coconut530]

🏳️‍🌈🫡

[beedoes-stuff]

now kiss.

[foundationsofdecay]

omg I completely forgot to show my collection of pride bracelets I’ve made over the years!! 🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍⚧️💖

Some are a bit faded from age (genderq one) and some I made adjustments to color or added stuff as barriers for the sake of pattern legibility (left trans one and the bi one) but I love all the rainbow ones sm and I want to go back and tackle more of the other flags you see here once my current projects are done.

The middle one (og flag) is a wip but I think it’ll be done rlly soon. And yes I included the flannel colored one, don’t @ me about it i will not budge

[age-of-moonknight]

“Hunter’s Moon,” Vengeance of the Moon Knight, (Vol. 2/2024), #4.

Writer: Jed MacKay; Penciler and Inker: Alessandro Cappuccio; Colorist: Rachelle Rosenberg; Letterer: Cory Petit

[raionmimi]

I think it’s actually really funny that Symmetra technically could like tell her superiors at Vishkar she’s leaving to see Lifeweaver and/or just sneak out like some lovesick teenager

Literally no one at Vishkar could tell her she can’t because they’d probably figure the more he’s exposed to her, the higher chance they have of obtaining his biolight. So they won’t do much about it when she’s still coming back and completing her assignments that it becomes a huge elephant in the room whenever she’s on leave or just straight up absent for hours on end

They also can’t say much about her coming back with disheveled hair or marks on her neck either but y’know, all part of the master plan that will surely work

[un-pearable]

i still think we should put duck avenger in archie btw. plop the whole city of duckberg in there no sweat they’ve even got their own weird aliens to toss into the bem + xorda mess

[cheekydogs]

Sorry for inactivity y’all, life’s been crazy!

As apology and a life update, here’s my 11 OuiOuis ready to share our evenly-divided advent calendar chocolates on December 23rd, and also them in their new home after I got a Label Maker for the holidays :)

[youknowwhoiamperiod]

blorbo mansion except that it’s just like dance moms with the pyramid ranking each week and jason is basically maddie ziegler

[j-esbian]

sometimes i really do want to study the flavor of intense misogyny from older folks, especially when it comes from older women, that assumes all women and girls are sluts and deviants because (checks notes) fashion trends, which the individual consumer has no control over, means that most people’s only options, especially in summer, are to wear somewhat revealing clothing. because it’s hot.

[dayas]

“Tell you what, I’ll tell you on the plane. Just to make sure you get on.”

Yeah im not making it through this episode besties

[swordmaid]

love it when they’re bantering like this 🤭

[fideidefenswhore]

anyone else watching the latest of the crown?

[goldenhypen]

HES SO CUTE IM DEVASTATED