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Geta helping Caracalla put on his jewels 💎

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Drunk Adler

I forgot he got new hairstyle so uh shhh we don't have to care about that😭😭😭

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Kisses for the mighty general ❤️‍🔥 (updated version)

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Comes like a comet.

Mark Renton x Male reader

Lmaoo idiot simp bitch drank a shit ton of outdated orange juice

Extremely self-indulgent. Like I can't imagine it being more self-indulgent if I wanted to.

It was a rainy night, a little bit past two a.m, when Y/N heard a knock oh his door. A normal person wouldn't unlock the door, or would at least ask who it was, but Y/N already knew, as when the door opened, it revealed a completely drenched Mark. Y/N hadn't seen the man in about two months, but instead of asking where he was, or what he was doing, he silently moved out of the way, letting Renton in.

Mark stumbled in the apartment, his arms wrapped around himself, his whole body shaking. He tried to speak and to explain himself, but L/N only took him by the hand and led him to the bathroom, taking his jacket and shirt off and tossing them to the washing machine.

"Are you in the right state to bathe yourself right now?" - Y/N calmly asked, his hand gently stroking the skin on Renton's shoulder.

The other man thought for some time, before slightly shaking his head.

"I don't... I don't think I'll be able to... Y'know... I'm sorry, Really... You don't have to, we can... We can wait till morning..."

Y/N sighed and carefully helped Mark undress himself completely, all while the other man was apologizing profusely. L/N wrapped one hand around Mark's waist and placed a light, reassuring kiss on his forehead, before helping him in the bathtub. Renton smelled horrendous. It seemed as if he hasn't showered since the last time he was in his boyfriends apartment.

Mark relaxed against Y/N's hand, as warm water surrounded him, and his boyfriend started massaging his scalp with shampoo. He wanted nothing more then to just close his eyes and fall asleep right there and then, but he knew that L/N wouldn't allow him, not before he got everything checked out and was ready.

When Mark was finished with bathing, and now was sitting all cleaned up, dressed in Y/N's clothing, in his kitchen, Y/N was preparing tea near the counter.

"What did you take?"

Renton didn't answer. The question wasn't a rude, or an angry, not even a concerned one. His boyfriends voice was completely calm, and understanding. And that just added to why Mark was feeling guilty. His partner has gotten so used to him coming like this, he didn't even react like it was something out of the ordinary.

"I asked, what did you take, Mark?"

"Morphine..."

Y/N once again sighed, not turning around, obviously trying to be quiet, so Mark wouldn't hear, but he did. And it made him feel worse.

"How long ago did you take it?"

"About five hours... Or longer... What time is it?"

L/N turned around with a cup of tea, and some pills, handing them to Renton. He looked up with grateful eyes and started drinking, letting the warmth carefully spread within his lanky body. He felt awful. He was mad at himself, his whole body felt like it was freezing and on fire at the same time. Y/N noticed the troubled expression on his face, and calmly said:

"It's alright, love. I promise. It's not a problem. Please, finish your tea and take some meds, so you can go to sleep."

Smiling, he stretched out his hand, taking Renton's skinny palm in his. The other man smiled, drinking a little more. He did feel a little better, and safer now.

When he finally got to the bed, Y/N tucked him in, climbing under the blanket himself afterwards. They were both quiet for some time, listening to the rain pouring outside, their minds filing with calmness and love. Mark closed his eyes, staying in the moment, feeling a pair of stronger hands wrapping around his figure. He silently asked:

"You wouldn't want this to end, right?"

His eyes met Y/N's.

"No. I want this to last. I want us to be together. Forever, if you're not scared of that word" - he chuckled.

"Even with... All of this? With me being a mess, forcing you to help me, to..."

"Well, that's not true. You're not forcing me. No one's forcing me at all. I'm helping you for one simple reason..."

Mark smiled, coming closer to Y/N' face.

"And I love you, too."

The kiss was gentle, full of patience, peace, and unconditional love. When Mark moved away, he stayed still in his lovers arms, closing his eyes, slowly falling asleep, surrounded by Y/N's warmth.

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Hey there 🤍 I rewatched some of my favorite comfort movies today and I was wondering if I could request Christopher Robin x Male and/or Trans Male Reader fluff? Christopher teaching reader how to dance? Or same thing but with Norman Warne (if you've seen Miss Potter) Thank you and have a lovely day! ✨

Dance With Me | Christopher Robin x Trans!Male!Reader

Hello there! <3 Aw, yes, thank you so much for the request! I really hope you like it. <3 (I have seen Miss Potter, but I could fit it better with Christopher, heh.) ^^ Thank you, have a lovely day yourself and take care! :') <3

summary; See above.

notes; Trans!Male!Reader; Implied/Referenced Gender Dysphoria; Fluff; Comfort; Dancing; Short Fic.

Something that Christopher loved to do to help him relax was to put on some music and dance. It was what gave him some time to calm down, relieving him of his responsibilities and the crushing stress he’s been under, such as the trauma he still dealt with from the war. Dancing was his chance to let go of all of that and just be him. It allowed him to simply feel and be. He truly cherished that.

So far, though, he’s never once done that with you; even though he ached to share this wonderful magic with you. Every time he brought it up, you politely refused and he didn’t want to pressure you, so he kept dancing by himself, imagining that you were in his arms as he did. 

One day, he couldn’t keep it in anymore, though, and asked, “Why do you not want to dance with me?”

Looking at him in surprise for a second, you quickly averted your gaze. 

“I just don’t. I’m really sorry, my love,” you told Christopher without looking at him, which made it hard for him to believe you.

“My darling, please, tell me the real reason and I shall never ask again, I promise,” he tried again, sweeping in to take your hands into his, silently asking you to look at him. 

Sighing heavily, you muttered something under your breath and finally turned your gaze back on him. 

“I can’t dance. Or, well- I learned it long ago, but I forced myself to not remember any of it,” you explained, gnawing at your bottom lip.

“Oh, Y/N… Why is that?” he asked gently.

“Because I was still - you know - back then. I don’t want to remember that. I don’t want to remind myself of the dance steps that don’t belong to me anyway. And I know this probably sounds stupid, but that’s how it is for me. I haven’t danced since either, so I probably can’t do it anyway.”

Your honesty stunned him for a moment. He hadn’t even thought about that being the reason for your dislike - or rather, unwillingness - of dancing. 

“My dear, no. I can’t possibly imagine what that must be like and I don’t think it’s silly at all,” Christopher responded kindly, letting go of one of your hands to cup your cheek in it, “What would you say if I taught you how to dance? Just us. No roles and rules attached to it.”

Swallowing thickly, you nodded, “I think I might like that.”

“Great! Would you like to start right now? Nothing big.”

Smiling slightly, you agreed.

Going into the living room with your hands still intertwined, he set up the gramophone and let the record that was currently in play. Slow dancing music filled the room. 

Putting his free hand on your shoulder, he instructed you to mirror him. Your linked hands stayed that way on the level of your shoulders. Then, you both looked at your feet.

“Simply keep looking at them and follow my steps,” he instructed gently. 

You nodded in understanding. Then he started moving slowly in time with the music. He thought he’d start by teaching you how to waltz. It was the easiest dance he knew. 

Accidentally, you stepped on his toe. It didn’t hurt, but it did surprise him a bit, so he jumped either way.

“Oh, God, I’m so sorry!” you exclaimed, standing still in shock.

“I’m fine,” Christopher chuckled heartily, “It didn’t even hurt. Keep going. You are doing very well, my love.”

“Okay,” you breathed.

Then, he started to guide you again. This time you managed several turns around the room without any accidents. 

And as you danced, Christopher got more lost in it than he ever has. He loved you beyond what he had thought possible and it became so much more apparent to him in this moment.

Ever since he's come back from the war, he couldn't ever really feel normal and relaxed, unless he was dancing. But doing it with you brought him to a whole new level. It felt far more magical, far more relaxing. He finally felt normal again. Whatever that really was. He just knew he felt it.

“You’re quite the natural,” he told you with a smile on his lips.

Chuckling softly, you looked a bit embarrassed, “Thank you.”

When you had enough, though, you stopped dancing. But you promised him that you would like to learn more and do it again. And that was enough for him. You had clearly enjoyed yourself after all. 

While his goal might have been that you dance with him more often, he couldn’t deny that he also aimed to relieve you of your painful memories and exchange them with beautiful ones such as this. You deserved it.

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⁜ Angels & Demons (2009)

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May the 4th be with you ⭐️

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T A T O O I N E

C O R U S C A N T

A L D E R A A N

K A M I N O

M U S T A F A R

Star Wars planets. Part 1

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sometimes star wars is unsubtle in a bad way and sometimes luke skywalker is dragging his father’s dead weight across the death star floor, sobbing from love and exhaustion

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he's so adorable i wanna bawl my eyes out

but he's also so hot? the duality of men

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DO YOU KNOW THIS CHARACTER?

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Ewan McGregor, on CBS Sunday Morning Show, 2021.

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Coruscant, Naboo, Tatooine

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I can finally post my piece for the @kenobizine !

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twin suns | @nightgalen