#from old manip

[getthrawnin]

Late #thrawnthursday. #thrawn #grandadmiralthrawn

A redo of a manip done ages ago. Thrawn in from castle in the snow warring furlongs cape in a military uniform.

Part of anime work.

[shiftingmuse]

'She can kill with a smile.

She can wound with her eyes.

She can ruin your faith with her casual lies.

And she only reveals what she wants you to see.

She hides like a child.

But she’s always a woman to me’

Billy Joel - She’s Always A Woman To Me!

[bylrndgm]

Hey elz! Would you consider doing a tutorial of how you did the frame thing in this post: /post/724195624728379392/and-it-felt-so-nice-so-peaceful-and? It looks so cool!

hi anon! thank you for reaching out. i really appreciate it & you made my day! 💚 ily!!! for length reasons, you'll find the tutorial under the cut!

Resources used:

Photoshop

Vintage flowers pngs -> you can either google vintage/watercolor flower png or here are some DeviantArt packages [x] [x] [x]

Font: Avenir

Workflow

After you have made your gif as you would normally do, it's time for the frame.

First: place the flower

Once you got your flower pngs it's time to place them on your gif. Go on File > Place Embedded... and select the file. This is what will happen.

Now, click on that little tick (✓) on the top right corner, so that your image is actually placed.

Press the shortcut CTRL+T (on Mac: Command+T) to open the transform options - basically it is the same as the photo above. I tend to do it this way, because if I don't like the adjustments, I click on the ⊘ button. If you did that when you placed the image, it would delete the image.

So now, move the image, resize it using the handles on its corners while pressing shift on your keyboard to maintain the proportions.

Once you get a result that satisfies you, click on this button (highlighted in purple)

Now you can wrap the png, and make it "fuller", more natural looking, moving the intersection points of the grid that will pop up

When you're done, confirm.

Now that you placed your png, you can manipulate the colors. Click on the png layer and press CTRL+U (Command+U) and in this case you would adjust the Reds and Yellows.

And you're done!!!!

Second: the border

To make the border use the Rectangle Tool (shortcut: U). On the menu bar on top, set the fill as transparent and the stroke as white

Then drag your mouse and create the rectangle

Then of course, adjust it if needed - by clicking on the rectangle layer, the properties panel will open (if not, go on Window and check Properties).

Now duplicate the layer (CTRL/CMD+J) and make the original rectangle invisible by clicking on the eye next to it.

Right click on the copy and rasterize the layer -> this rasterized layer will be the one you'll work on (you keep the original one as a safe harbor in case you don't like the changes made on the copy).

Now, with the copy selected, pick the Eraser tool (E), reduce the opacity of the layer and zoom in, and erase the parts of the rectangle that goes over the flower. When you're done, set the opacity back to 100%.

Third: add the text

And that is literally it! Super simple and quick to make, and of course you can add as many pngs as you want to create somewhat of a bouquet. The real game changer is the Wrap thing you do to make it more natural, like a real bouquet!!!!

I hope this was helpful and if you have some further questions please please reach out! Love u!!!

E.

[clouds-of-wings]

Christofer finally snaps [x]

[jessiescock]

horrible disease (adhd) that requires me to put on some kind of background entertainment while i draw my stupid little drawings that i need to do for uni, but it’s becoming increasingly difficult to find stuff that hits the perfect spot between not too boring so that i don’t zone out and break my concentration, but also not requiring too much focus so that i can put the majority of my brain power into drawing without losing track of my background entertainment. ifuh anyone has any recommendations please make them known to me please. like yewchube channels or potcasts

[darling-flora]

if you dare, meet me up here

pedro pascal x yn!actress - social media au

fc: bella hadid

summary — Future co-star introducing you to his former co-star, who knew what would come from it...?

note — (all manips are made by me!!) pedro is 40 in this story 😶(not set during a specific time) this was supposed to be short but i got carried away so let me know what you think!! likes, reblog's and comments are appreciated ❤

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enews Paul Mescal introduces new co-star Y/n L/n to Gladiator 2 co-star Pedro Pascal and treats both to dinner in New York. Mescal and L/n are set to star in Rom/Com "How To Lose A Guy in 10 Days" which begins filming later this year.

The film stars L/n an advice columnist, who tries pushing the boundaries of what she can write about in her new piece about how to get a man to leave you in 10 days.

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user1 if i was her i'd challengers them 🤭

user2 oh thank you paul for introducing y/n to pedro 😌

user3 omg im so excited to see paul and y/n in a movie together

->user4 me too!! especially after the video of paul congratulating y/n winning her oscar backstage... ->user3 omg yes! them being friends is going to make the chemistry so much better 😁

user5 y/n sitting next to pedro and not paul.... i see you girl 🤫

user6 her fit is so cute

user7 waitttttt these 3 divas

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yourinstagram xoxo 🌚

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user1 pretty girllll

devonleecarlson okay photogragherrrrr ate

->pascalispunk 👋🙂 ->yourinstagram im hiring 😁 ->pascalispunk Wait let me tell my agent 🏃 ->user2 guys are they being friendly or flirting...? ->user3 little bit of both 😭

user4 making nike socks fashion...? this icon 🤩

user5 pedro got your notifs on girl.. he liked this quick 😊

user6 wait paul is kinda serving pedro and y/n's kid because he's the youngest

->user7 PLEASEEEE 😭 ->user8 i always forget y/n's 32 and not like 23 😫 ->user9 me with pedro, i think he's 30 something when he's 40

user10 being bi is a blessing b/c i want all three 😝

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yourinstagram 🌊💙

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user face carddd

user he's just 🧍‍♂️ liked by yourinstagram !

user y/n please 😔 he doesn't know how to handle a baddie like you

->user and you do?? 😭 ->user i don't know but i'd try ->user 😭 i respect the honesty...

user guys is this a hard launch???

->user medium launch b/c we know who it is but it's not obvious.. yk? ->user wait your right ->user girl math 😉

user okay this CONFIRMS they are dating

user y/n can we SHARE???

user waittt cutiesss

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yourinstagram oscarsss ❤

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user1 oh my god marry me

yourbff hottie!!! liked by yourinstagram !

user2 THE SECOND PIC OMG????

user9 the way he's looking at her??? my heart

pascalispunk My girl ❤

->yourinstagram always 💞 ->user3 STAPHHH ->user3 so he was going to say "my girl" ohhhhh y/n you lucky girl ->user4 him having the auto caps on, he such an old man... i need him liked by yourinstagram ! ->user4 Y/N WHY DID YOU LIKE MY COMMENT???😭 ->yourinstagram cause i've made fun of him for it 🤭 ->user4 so real, men need to be humbled ->yourinstagram see you get it 😉 ->pascalispunk ???

user5 one of your best looks ohhhhhmygoooddddd

user8 i'd frame the second picture

user6 hardest launch to ever launch and i loveeee it

user7 neither of them were nominated but they are the most talked about ICONSSSS

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[partywithponies]

"Um you can't ship those two animated woman they barely share five minutes of screentime" Back in my day they didn't even need to be from the same movie. They didn't even need to be from the same time period. The Disney femslashers of old could craft a beautiful sapphic love story out of any two characters and a dream. There used to be gifsets and manips and fanart and fanfic and AMVs as far as the eye could see. We used to feast for weeks on cold table scraps retrieved from the floor and now you would judge and belittle someone for snacking on reheated leftovers from a plate? For shame.

[feelmyskinonyourskin]

Judex, Judicum, Infantem - Chapter 9

(Eventual)Reader x Matt Murdock x Frank Castle

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summary: You and Frank have your first conversation since he left. Matt makes a huge mistake that has you questioning everything.

warnings: AFAB Reader. No use of Y/N. Pregnancy. Angst and arguing. Brief description of an IV.

w/c: 4,665

*I never give permission for my fics, manips, or any other original creation I post on Tumblr to be copied, posted elsewhere, translated, or fed into any AI program. The only platforms I currently post on are Tumblr and AO3. Thanks*

The rise and fall of your chest was rhythmic as you slept, up and down. Every inhale expanded your body enough that Frank could see the subtle bump popping out from under the oversized sweatshirt on your body. He was so delirious from blood loss and the shock of seeing you last night, that he hadn’t caught it then. Now that he knew, it was impossible not to notice.

Twenty years ago when Maria told him she was pregnant, he was so happy. A young man who was full of hope for the future and the joyful accident with a woman he was so in love with. A start towards a life that was supposed to be the perfect dream. How foolish he was. As he leaned in the door frame and watched while you slumbered, he couldn’t help but think of how different things were. How different he was.

Now he was old. Weathered by time and tragedy and the war he continued to wage in response to his grief. How could he possibly have any redemption left in him to do this again? To love another woman and child and live everyday with the possibility of losing them? To have goodness in his life once more when he would only every be haunted by the ghosts of his past.

A life defined by tragedy and here he was subjecting you to his messed up world that would surely end in you hurt.

Oh and this time, there was also one more detail…

“Kirsten, today isn’t really a great—” Matt argued on his phone from the kitchen behind Frank, pacing back and forth with a stern expression

“I understand— Kirsten, I—” he sighed “Yeah, I’ll be there in ten.”

Matt tossed his phone onto the island and gripped the counter edge, hanging his head as he blew a frustrated breath through his nose. Frank took one last glance at you before turning towards Matt. He shuffled over to the kitchen, pulling out a stool to sit and taking a sip of his now third mug of coffee.

“Work troubles, counselor?”

“Yeah. We’ve got this client, he’s a real… piece of work. And he showed up at our office this morning expecting us to just make time for a meeting.”

“You tell him to fuck off?”

Matt’s brows scrunched below the rim of his crimson tinted glasses and an dry chuckle quickly sounded from deep within his chest.

“This may come as a surprise to you Frank, but I actually have a life. A job, a real one. That makes money so not only can I take care of her but also the baby.”

“Christ, she’s got a goddamn job too. Ain’t like she gotta let you just…” Frank mumbled under his breath

Ignoring Frank’s commentary, Matt rushed around, shoving his laptop in his brief case and setting his coffee in the sink. He managed to get into the bedroom and change into a suit and dress shirt without disturbing you.

“I’ll be back by lunch.” Matt said, sitting on the sofa to put his shoes on “And Frank?”

“Yeah?”

“Don’t go anywhere.”

Frank almost looked offended by the request, snorting through his nose and shaking his head at the lawyer’s tone.

“You tellin’ me what to do now, Red?”

“You already left her once. And I had to clean up the mess. Don’t do it again.”

“Or what?”

Tucking in his shirt, Matt stalked over to where Frank sat. He made no hesitation, making sure his face was nice and close so there wouldn’t be any mistaking the intention behind his words. Low and razor sharp, he kept his voice level but still laced with venom.

“The way I do things? The one you think is bullshit? You hurt her again and I might just do things your way this time. Might finish the job like you’ve always wanted me to, Frank.”

Not a hint of fear shined in Frank’s eyes as he responded, knowing Murdock wouldn’t ever dare. The taunting temperament that seeped from his gravely voice matched the way he squared up his shoulders, ignoring the pain that it brought throughout his body as he dared the devil to act.

“That right? You gonna put aside the Catholic bullshit and put me down, Red? You really think that’s gonna fix this shit? That gonna be what she wants?”

“Oh, suddenly what she wants matters to you?”

“Tell you what, you try that shit with me, you better not miss.”

“Don’t give me a reason to try then.”

Radiating heat settled between their bodies as the men remained in their silent stand off. Both stilled, rooted in their spots, nose to nose while wordlessly instigating the other. Matt finally spoke, hushed tone breaking the silence.

“I’ll be back in a few hours. I texted her boss to give her the day off. Let her rest.”

Frank gave a half nod as Matt finally stepped away and headed for the door.

“You get some too.” Matt shouted over his shoulder as he grabbed his keys from the entry table and exited the apartment.

Your body still felt heavy, exhausted not only from a lack of any real peaceful sleep, but also from the stress you could feel gripping onto your muscles and bones like a sticker on a windshield. Instinctively, your hand reached down to cup the bump of your stomach, checking up on baby girl. You squeezed your eyes shut, hoping that sleep would keep happening if you just tried hard enough. You knew it wouldn’t. Based on the general unwellness you were currently feeling, you also knew you probably hadn’t been asleep for more than a few hours despite how much you needed more.

With a small yawn, you rolled onto your back. There was heavy presence in the air as you laid there, as if you were being watched. Picking up your head a little, you saw the figure leaning against the door frame, looking weak and tired as he watched you slumber.

As the events of the evening rushed back to you, you sat bolt upright and practically leapt out of bed, crossing the room in just a few paces to where Frank stood. His eyes softened as they followed your path to him, chocolatey warmth bringing you back to the times when he looked at you like that before. In that moment, it didn’t feel like it had been months since you’d last seen him. It felt like it was only a moment; as though nothing had changed between the two of you and you could just pick up where you left off. But it had.

You stopped just in front of him, eyes trailing up and down his body. Frank had experienced plenty of pain before. He’d lost count of the number of times his body had been stabbed, beaten, and shot. But nothing compared to the burning ache he felt in that moment as he watched all the emotions settle over your face while you drank him in. Your brows furrowed at the exhaustion painted across his face. Your mouth set in a hard line at the way he winced when he swallowed. Your pupils grew wide, staring at the stitched up wound on his neck that was still jagged and red. A soft sigh unconsciously left your lips when you noticed the dried blood still crusted in his unkempt beard.

Overall, you could tell he was still weak. But he was here. And alive. No longer fading towards death.

“You should be resting.” you spoke softly, fearing that even adding volume to your voice might make him collapse once more

Frank’s face was pure kindness as he stared you down, mouth twitching up in an attempt at a smile at your concern.

“M’ alright.”

The raspy baritone of his voice sent a shiver down your spine. You’d missed it so much, laced with kindness and softness he reserved only for you. You wanted to reach out, to touch him and hold him, feel that he was still real and alive and in front of you. But there was an uneasiness in the atoms of air between you, both of you not acknowledging the things you wanted to say since you last saw him.

“Bullshit, Frank. You almost died last night.”

Frank shrugged, pursing his lips. He was clearly putting on a show for you, pushing aside his discomfort to play strong so you’d worry less. The way he leaned on the transom, body shaky and breath heavy, you knew he was still far from healed. Did he always have to be so damn stubborn?

“Frank, please? Go sit?” you asked sweetly, hoping a gentler tone would convince him

He conceded with a nod, ducking his head as he shuffled away from you and towards the living room. He sank into the couch with a grunt. You made your way beside him, sitting on the opposite end.

His stained vest still laid on the floor beside the sofa, exactly where you placed it after Curtis left. His boots were still lined up neatly in the corner after you’d removed them while he slept. Nothing else seemed out of place since you’d gone to bed. Except one thing.

“Where’s Matt?” you inquired

“Said something about a pain in the ass client.”

“Right. Madison case. He’s been busy with that a lot lately.”

You sighed, trying not to grow upset as you thought about Matt’s behavior towards you lately. Missing important things for work stuff, going out as Daredevil without considering your feelings, arguing with you about Frank. You should add this to the list of reasons to be pissed, him just taking off without saying goodbye. But right now you were actually relieved to have the alone time to talk to Frank.

“So. You and him?” Frank asked

“Yeah.”

“You moved on damn fast.”

There was a bite to his voice, leaving behind the gentleness you saw in his eyes to let out the hurt.

“You told me to.” you responded, recounting the conversation you had when you laid beside him in his shitty hideout

“Really though? Murdock?”

“Hey, look it started as just a fun thing, and then it turned into more. Okay? I didn’t expect for it to—”

“So you’re playing house with him while carrying my goddamn kid?”

“I don’t know if yours or hi— How did you know?”

You thought Matt’s sweatshirt was doing a decent enough job at hiding your state, not wanting Frank to see and jump to conclusions before you could have this discussion. But either Frank was just too damn observant for his own good or…

“Red told me.”

Of course he had. Add it to the fucking list.

“Matt had no right to tell you that. It was my—”

“You’re right. You shoulda been the one to tell me. And you shoulda told me weeks ago.”

“I tried. But you were gone, Frank!” you spat, not bothering to hide the sting in your voice “and Matt tried to find you so I could tell you and we couldn’t—”

“He did.”

“What?”

“Asshole came to my new hide out. Few weeks ago. He tracked me down and came askin’ about some bullet casing. Guess he didn’t want to tell me then, huh?”

You recalled every single conversation you and Matt had about Frank, making sure your pregnancy brain hadn’t accidentally gaslit you into forgetting such a crucial piece of information. Never once had he mentioned finding where Frank was. You were sure of it.

“Excuse me? When was this?” you asked, still not believing what you were hearing

“Right after those cops shot White Tiger.”

You did the math. Hector was killed shortly after you’d asked Matt to stop looking for Frank, around your 12 week mark.

“He stopped going out as Daredevil to look for you. I asked him to.”

“Didn’t come to me in the costume. Came as himself.”

Matt found Frank. A month ago. And he hid it from you.

It was like you were standing on a moving subway car then someone unexpectedly pulled the emergency cord, screeching your world to a violent halt while sending you toppling forward. Your heart clenched and began to race, and the air in the room felt thinner. Tears began to prick at your eyelids as you realized what Frank was saying.

“He… he lied to me. He knew where you were… Frank, I am so sorry. I didn’t know.”

If what you were feeling towards Matt before was regular old anger, this new information was white hot rage, filling you up with molten lava with such an inferno steam might come out of your head. Your hand came up to cover your mouth as a violent sob left your mouth, filling the room with an echo as the depth of Matt’s betrayal sunk in.

“Shh, c’mere sweetheart,” Frank comforted as pulled you against his chest, rocking you in his arms while your body shook with sobs. He kept his voice soft. “Ain’t nothin we can do about it now.”

Under different circumstances, you might have been able to find peace in finally feeling Frank’s embrace again. You’d be lying if you said you hadn’t craved it since he’d abandoned you. But the curveball of Matt’s secret was sending your brain into overdrive once again thinking of all the what ifs about the future, leaving you too distressed to realize how much you’d missed this.

“I’m here now.” Frank continued, running a hand up and down your back in soothing motions. “And I ain’t going anywhere.”

“Oh so you don’t have a problem leaving me and breaking my heart but you’ll stay out of whatever weird sense of duty you seem to think you have to a kid that might not even be yours.” you spat back, pushing off of Frank’s chest and wiping away the snot dripping from your nose.

It wasn’t fair that Frank was facing your hostility. Matthew not currently present to be punished for his sins in the form of a well-deserved outburst from you. But you couldn’t help it. They both let you down. They both let their issues get in the way and ruin what should be a joyous time in your life.

“Ain’t gonna stay cause I feel obligated to. Gonna do it cause I want to.”

“Kinda doesn’t feel like it though.” you replied, “Feels like you’re just repeating the past. Stuck with a kid in the kind of life you didn’t ever want to live again.”

“Who said I don’t want that again?”

“You did when you walked out on me. Walked out on whatever this could have been.”

Frank’s eyes softened, remorse flickering in his gentle whiskey-colored stare as he reached up to wipe a tear from your cheek.

“I know. Baby, I was an idiot. Still am. But I’m gonna make it up to you.”

“You want to be there for the baby, I get it.” you sighed

“And you.”

“Until it all gets to be too much. You get too happy and it scares you or you get bored with having a normal fucking life or some new gang shows up that you need to take care of or—”

“Hey.” he interjected “I ain’t leaving again. You hear me?”

“You know Matt said the same thing when I told him. Said he was there for me no matter what. Wanted us to be a family and do what was best for me. Look how that’s going.”

“Pffft.” Frank scoffed, shaking his head “Don’t know if you noticed sweetheart, but I ain’t him.”

“I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but you practically are. The two of you are way more alike than you want to admit. But okay.”

The way Frank’s eyebrow quirked up let you know he’d never considered it before and wasn’t a fan of the observation. He ran a hand through his tousled hair in frustration and you didn’t miss the subtle tapping of his finger against nothing, subconsciously pulling the trigger on the idea. Fortunately, your distressed state seemed to be enough to get him to back down from any objections he was inclined to voice on the subject.

“He been treating you right?” he asked

“Matt? Yeah, until last night he’s been a saint.”

“Christ, that’s one thing I know he ain’t.”

For the first time in over 24 hours, you felt yourself smile. A true and genuine smile that felt like stepping into the sun on an unusually warm February day— the kind where you know you’ve got way more winter to wade through, but you might as well enjoy the moment of warmth. You watched as the crinkles formed at the edges of his eyes and a toothy grin grew from behind his crusty beard as he saw the joy flicker within you. It was a moment of normalcy finally, a reminder of what drew you to Frank in the first place. Not all the blood and violence, but how easy and natural you felt when you were with him.

His hand reached out, all bruised and scratched from whatever he had been up to these days, delicately circling his thumb over your bump

“How far along?” he asked

“16 weeks.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.” you confirmed

“Everything healthy?”

“Yeah. You wanna see?”

If he was smiling before, he might as well have been the Cheshire Cat now, entire face lighting up at your offer.

“Yeah.”

You rushed off to the bedroom, returning a moment later with the latest ultrasound. Tilting his head to the side as he took the photo between his fingers, his warm cocoa eyes squinted slightly as he studied every detail.

“So, I don’t know if Matt told you but, it is a girl.”

“No, he didn’t. A little girl huh?”

You could see the touches of remorse and nostalgia swirling behind his gaze despite his generally cheery disposition. It made your chest ache when you thought of all the painful memories that must have been coming up for him. Was this what it felt like when Maria told him she was pregnant with Lisa so early into their relationship? Moving forward with such trauma and heartache weighing him down was going to be a challenge and you wondered if he would ever be able to love this child the way he loved Lisa and Frankie.

“Yeah. I’ll be honest with you, this is the first ultrasound they’ve given me where she actually has looked like anything to me.”

Frank balked, still not looking away from the black and white print out. He ran a finger over it as if he was stroking your baby’s face.

“You got a name picked yet?”

“No, God. Matt and I can not agree on anything, so I will take any suggestions you’ve got.”

“Always liked Francesca.” he said, shit eating grin letting you know he was only sort of joking.

You rolled your eyes so hard you swore they’d fall out and roll all the way to New Jersey.

“You have got to be kidding.”

As he chuckled heartily at your reaction, you sat back down beside him on the sofa. He bent forward to set the the photo on the coffee table before leaning back and throwing an arm on the back of the couch as he turned to face you. It was hard not to notice the way he grunted and winced as he moved, a reminder of all the healing he still had to do.

“You havin’ a lot of symptoms?” he asked

“Like you would not believe.”

Frank dropped his head slightly, staring at the ultrasound once more. Thoughts of Maria’s first pregnancy once again filled his thoughts. All the early milestones he remembered helping her through; holding her hair back when she had morning sickness, the excitement of each doctors appointment to find out how Lisa was growing, nesting in their crappy old apartment in Queens. There was a pang of guilt to his face, grimacing as he thought about you going through all that and him missing it all.

“M’ really sorry sweetheart. I shoulda been here. For all of it.”

Sensing whatever internal anguish he was going through, you reached out and took his hand gently in yours.

“Matt said he doesn’t want a paternity test, but if you’d rather—”

“I don’t either.” he cut you off “Don’t need one.”

“Frank—”

“Will you quit arguin’? Christ, you always gotta be so stubborn.”

“Oh, you wanna talk stubborn—” you retorted

“There’s that fuckin’ mouth again. Didn’t miss that.”

“You fucking liar.”

Despite his amused demeanor, there was still a sense of misery weighing on his broad shoulders that hovered in the dense silence that had fallen. His soft lips parted a few times, as if he was trying to think of the right things to say, but deciding against all of them. His eyes kept shifting from you, to your stomach, to the photo on the table. Obviously still lost in calculating the mix of emotions he was feeling. You were desperate to know what he was thinking and as he squeezed your hand once more, you decided it was time to pounce on the fleeting window of opportunity to finally get Frank to open up for a change.

“But you missed me?” you asked, your voice almost timid as you spoke, afraid that Frank might answer and confirm that he hadn’t been thinking of you at all while he was away.

“Yeah, I did.” he replied earnestly

“What did you—”

A knock on the door cut you off and nearly had you jumping out of your skin in shock. Any chance of getting Frank to be honest with you; about his past, or his current feelings, or anything really, had flown out the window like a vampire at sunrise.

Curtis had returned as promised, duffle bag of Frank’s essentials in one hand and a tote bag in the other filled with enough antibiotics to wipe out any infection that might even look Frank’s way. He was clearly dressed for work; crisp white dress shirt slightly strained against his large biceps and a navy tie hanging with a neat knot around his neck. If you hadn’t known about his history as a military medic, you’d have thought he looked more like an associate of Matt’s than someone who would consider themselves friends with the Punisher.

He gave Frank a look up and down when he got into the living room, dropping the duffle onto the couch.

“He lives!” he commented sarcastically, which earned him an eye-roll from Frank “Brought your stuff and parked your truck ‘round the block.”

“ ‘Preciate it Curt.” Frank replied

“How’s our patient doing?” Curtis asked, turning his attention to you standing beside him

“Well, they didn’t stab the attitude out of him, that’s for sure.”

Blowing a puff of air past his lips, Frank shook his head and began to go through his duffle. Meanwhile, Curtis didn’t even try to hide his laughter at your comment, letting his booming chuckle fill the room as he threw his head back.

“I’m Curtis, by the way,” he held out his large hand to shake yours “since we didn’t get to formally introduce ourselves last night.”

You shook his hand lightly, speaking your name.

“Wait. So, you’re…?” Curtis looked at Frank quizzicaly

So Frank had told him about you.

“Yeah, Curt. That’s her.”

Frank looked almost sheepish, clearly pretending to be distracted by the clothes he kept pulling and putting back in his bag, not able to hide the rosy tint spreading across the top of his beard. Curtis’ mouth turned down in an observant expression, looking between you and Frank.

“You said she worked for a non-profit,” Curtis said “didn’t know it was for taking charity cases like you.”

Oh, you and Curtis were going to get along swimmingly.

“Can I get you anything? Coffee?” you offered, making your way into the kitchen while Curtis sat down on the couch, beginning to take a look at all Frank’s injuries and pulling an IV bag from his tote.

“No, thank you.” Curtis responded “I’ve gotta get to work after this, don’t have time to stay and —”

You wondered what made him stop talking, spinning around from the cabinet with a mug in your hand.

Curtis’ eyes were locked on the ultrasound still sitting on the table.

“Is that yours?” he asked, questioning you with a raised brow

Telling the news to all yours and Matt’s friends had been relatively easy. With Frank gone, there was no need to let anyone in on the information that the baby had two potential fathers. Now that he was back and clearly wanted to stay, letting everyone know and speculate on the drama of it all was not something you were looking forward to. Still, Curtis was important to Frank and it seemed like a good first person to break the news to.

“Yeah. I’m pregnant.” you confirmed

“And are you…?” he turned to Frank

“Maybe.”

“What do you mean maybe?”

Frank just gestured to the room, implying the owner of the apartment. The surprise was apparent on Curtis’ face.

“No shit.”

You drummed your fingers nervously on the counter, eyes flickering over to Frank in a silent plea to him to take the lead on this and spare you the awkwardness.

“How do you feel about this?” Curtis asked him

Frank only shrugged, until he saw the way you were looking at him.

“Mind your business, Curt.”

“Yeah, that’s what you always tell me. Till your business becomes my business.” Curtis replied, shaking his head and proceeding with getting another line in Frank’s arm and getting the IV hooked up.

Once Frank was all set with the antibiotics and Curtis had changed the dressings on a few of the wounds hiding under Frank’s shirt, he rose from his spot and gathered his things.

“Well you need a babysitter, you know where to find me. I’m great with kids. Got two nephews who love me.” he said as he made his way down the hall towards the front door.

“ ‘Preciate it Curt.” Frank called out

And then Curtis was out the door and it was just you and Frank alone again.

There was probably something productive that you could have been doing in the moment to distract you from the anxious rage you were feeling about Matt. Not seeing any point in just sitting around and stewing on it, knowing that going over it again and again would only lead to a larger outburst once he got home. You needed distraction, but could not for the life of you decide on what exactly would do the trick, opting to just pace around the apartment mindlessly.

“Was a bullet by the way.” Frank finally spoke up “Not a knife. Inch to the side and it woulda got me.”

He gestured, demonstrating with his finger how the bullet must have flown by and nicked his neck.

“Oh, cause that makes it better…” you scoffed

“What do you need right now, sweetheart?”

You rubbed your hands against your face, inhaling sharply through your nose.

“A shower. A beer. You to be better. Matt to not be an asshole. About 87 hours sleep.”

Frank chuckled, staying put in the living room to let the medicine works it’s course. But the way his sits-bones were teetering on the edge of the couch indicated to you he was itching to get up and be beside you, always a man of action.

“Why don’t you start with the shower?”

“Oh no, I’m not taking my eyes off you again, Castle. How do I know if I take a shower for 10 minutes, you won’t vanish in a skull shaped puff of smoke?”

The muscle in his jaw twitched, regret at leaving you still etched in his stone set features.

“Ain’t a ghost sweetheart.”

“You promise you’ll stay?”

“Not goin’ anywhere.”

NEXT CHAPTER

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[esther-dot]

Downton Abbey AUs

Look for the Silver Lining 7k, WIP by @ohhaveyouseenme

“He’s coming to stay…” Lord Eddard Stark’s announcement was met with silence before it was broken by the incredulous scoff of one Sansa Stark. “Here?” she bit out, turning fully away from her father. “With all of us?” Sansa looked around imploringly at the rest of her family.

And Then There Was You 49k, WIP by @periwinkle39

Lord Ned Stark and his family live in a beautiful stately home called Winterfell in the northern English county over which he presides as earl. His wife, Lady Catelyn Stark, is an American heiress whose fortune helped secure the Stark estate and keeps it running. They have three children: Robb, Sansa and Arya. Robb, who was set to inherit everything, has died tragically. By law, Ned’s heir is the next oldest male Stark and that turns out to be a distant cousin named Jon.

Of Love and Land 2k (incomplete but works as a one shot)

A Downton Abbey inspired AU - When Eddard Stark, the owner of one of the largest estates in England, Winterfell, dies on the sunken Titanic along with his wife and sole son, Robb, only his daughters Sansa and Arya are left. Given the absence of a male heir, the estate is inherited by their estranged cousin Jon Snow, who lived the entirely of his life on his own mysterious father’s modest lands in Scotland. While Arya adores cousin Jon, Sansa is as disconcerted by him as he seems to be by her…

The Chauffeur and the Lady 1k (incomplete but works as a one shot)

AU set in 1921 Jon Snow is hired by the Stark family to be the Chauffeur and Jon and Sansa find themselves drawn to each other. Loosely inspired by Downton Abbey

Gifsets: Downton Abbey AU by @winterrobb and Downton Abbey Jonsa and Gendrya AU by @divinespairings

Edit: Downton Abbey AU manip by @sardoniyx, "Marry a man who can barely hold his fork like a gentlemen?" by @azulaahai, “Don’t do this Jon! You can’t just kiss me!" by @jonsa-creatives, “I’m not going to give you an answer until you say it properly.” by @kitten1618x

General Edwardian AUs

Even a Small Love 54k

After the war that sundered her family and tore her homeland apart, Sansa had thought a loveless marriage to a near-stranger a small price to pay for her honor, her safety, and, above all, Winterfell. Over a year later, she begins to wonder if that's really all she wants out of life. Then her husband falls ill.

A Just Woman and an Honorable Man 12k, WIP by @sibyldisobedience

A story of politics, corruption, blackmail, marriage, and love. (an Ideal Husband AU)

The Sweet Intoxication of the Fall 30k by @vivilove-jonsa

When Jon is hired on as the new undergardener at Winterfell, Old Willem’s rules are simple:   “The godswood takes care of itself. The rest of the estate does not. If a task can be done by sundown, I expect it to be done by sundown. If not, go eat your supper and finish it the next day. Don’t neglect the lemon trees in the Glass Garden. They need constant care to thrive up here. Leave Lady Catelyn’s roses that grow there be. She prefers to tend them herself. Leave Lady Catelyn’s daughters be as well.”   Keeping to four out of five isn’t so bad, he reckons.

Cousin Jon ficlet by @amymel86

“Cousin Jon?” Lady Catelyn rolled her eyes in exasperation and set the letter gently down on her writing desk. “Yes, cousin Jon. Who else were you expecting to swoop in and save us from this scandal?” Corresponding gifset

PRE CANON - WESTERN - FAIRYTALE - REGENCY - LITTLE WOMEN - HOLIDAY - SEASON SIX - ANNE OF GREEN GABLES - THE GIRL IN GREY - FREE CITIES - FAIRYTALE PART II - POLITICAL MARRIAGE -SALTY TEENS - POST CANON - RICKON LIVES - JON X ALAYNE

[mortmere]

"A smart animal trying to make a living in tough conditions”

They also say wolves are "intelligent, opportunist, secretive"... Some of these adjectives might apply to a certain half-wolf, too. But which ones?

NOTES: I was getting antsy after finishing my stacked rewatch art project. After going through my WIPs and potential reference pics over and over again, I finally picked up pencil and paper this afternoon, and only a few hours later, here I am, posting a thing! In theory, this was one of my WIPs, but I never got anywhere with it my old digital way (collecting a ton of reference pics first and creating a rough manip with them to paint over). Now I just ignored those plans and drew the lineart from a scratch in about half an hour (most of that time went to checking the details of Ray's apartment, otherwise I didn't use any reference pics at all). Then I took a photo of the sketch and continued on Photoshop. This was fun and quite rewarding, and while I could've gone on and turned this into something more realistic, I just couldn't see the point in that. 

The inspiration for this piece originally came from a YouTube video about wolves as pets (not a good idea!): no spot, however high, is safe from them. The video showe a wolf sleeping on top of a full-sized refrigerator, but Ray's refrigerator is small and has too much stuff on top of it, so I went for a mix of that wolf video and another YT vid of a surprise deer eating Doritos in someone's kitchen. 

The descriptions of wolves come from the still excellent 1993 wolf documentary, "In the Company of Wolves" (I put the YouTube link in the replies). One of its highlights is the narrator Timothy Dalton's trip to Ellesmere Island to see the Arctic wolves (you want to see the midnight sun? you get that, too! it's insane how high the sun is there in summer even at 2 am; mind you, this is several hundred kilometres further north than Tuktoyaktuk).

It makes me laugh that I have nothing to say about the bottom part of the picture.  I just want to draw Dief, but I want it to be F/K, too. (Okay, one thing about the boys: the best way to get me distracted from a sex scene in a Fraser/Kowalski fic is not mentioning where Dief is at that time: I always start checking back if I missed something. If I'm not told where he is, I start imagining stuff like this pic.)

[gelphiebigbang2025]

🌟 Gelphie Big Bang 2025 FAQ 🌟

Welcome to the Gelphie Big Bang 2025! This event is all about bringing together writers and artists to create collaborative, high-quality fanworks centered on the relationship between Elphaba and G(a)linda (Gelphie/Gelphaba) from Wicked—whether you’re inspired by the musical, the movie, the book, or your head canons come from a mix of all three. Welcome and thanks for joining!

❓ Gelphie Big Bang FAQs:❓

🧹 What’s a Big Bang?

A Big Bang is a fandom event/challenge where writers craft a long-form fanfic (minimum 10k words), and artists are matched to them to create visual art of all different kinds, inspired by their story. At the end of the challenge, both the story and the art are revealed together—(with a BANG! <- pun intended)

This is a classic Big Bang.

📚 Writers: What You Need to Know

Minimum word count: 10,000 words.

Your fic must focus on Gelphie as the primary ship. Other characters and relationships are welcome, but Elphaba/G(a)linda must be the emotional heart of the story.

Genres, Crossovers, and AUs are absolutely welcome—bring on the gothic dramas, soulmate AUs, non-magical AUs, There's nothing wrong in Oz, Elphaba had caring parents, Gangster 1920s AUs, and more.

No previously published work. You must write a brand new fic specifically for this event. Though, if you have a fic that you have not updated in at least 6 months that you'd like to use this as a means of inspiration to get you to finish it, those will be considered on a case by case basis.

First drafts must be actual drafts, not just outlines. They must be at least 6,000 words and include the full arc (beginning, middle, and end). You can polish after matching, but give your artist something real to work with!

Final fics go live during the reveal period only. No sharing snippets or edits early unless scheduled as part of the Big Bang and requested by this blog/Mod. In short, no early posting. You’ll get instructions closer to the deadline for how to post to AO3.

🎨 Artists: What You Need to Know

You’ll be matched with a story that inspires you—based on a blind summary selection process (you won’t know the author’s name when choosing). This will need to be a first come first serve basis, as all fics need to be paired.

Art requirements:

Images must be at least 400x600px.

Videos must be at least 1 minute long.

Fanmixes must include cover + back art (400x400px min) and at least 6 songs with accessible links.

Any type of visual or audio fanart is welcome: digital art, traditional art, manips, vids, music, fanmixes, etc.

Your work must be original and unpublished before the reveal date. No reposting old works.

Some flexibility with edits is okay after matching, but talk with your writer before making big changes.

Art will go live during the reveal period. Please wait to crosspost off AO3 until reveals are complete so both fic and art can shine (in a galindified approved) way!

🛠️ How to Post on AO3

There will be an AO3 collection to publish both fic and art. If you don’t have an AO3 account, I can help you get one!

Once you submit, your work will be unrevealed (hidden from the public) until the official reveal date.

You’ll be able to edit your submission until reveals begin.

You can crosspost your work anywhere (Tumblr, Instagram, FFN, etc.) after reveals are done.

💔 What if I Need to Drop Out?

Life happens! If you need to drop out, please do so before you are matched with a partner. That way, no one is left hanging mid-process. I’ll communicate drop-out deadlines clearly via email and this Tumblr. If you drop out respectfully and in time, you’re absolutely welcome to join us for future Gelphie events! In the event that you need to drop out after you've been paired with someone, that is where a Pinch-Hitter will come in.

🚨 Important Rules

No plagiarism. That includes fic, art, AND AI-generated content that replicates others’ work. If your submission is found to use AI it will be removed.

If you suspect plagiarism, please do not report it unless you have clear evidence, such as a side-by-side comparison.

👥 Roles You Can Sign Up For

📝 Writers

You’ll write a 10k+ Gelphie fic, submit a draft for artist matching, and collaborate with your artist until final posting.

🎨 Artists

You’ll review fic summaries, claim one that inspires you, and create a beautiful piece of fanart to match.

✏️ Beta Readers

Betas help writers edit and polish their drafts! You can sometimes serve as a source of help or inspiration when the creative juices stop flowing. You’ll check for grammar, plot holes, character voice, pacing, and overall coherence. You can sign up as a beta reader even if you’re not a writer or artist!

📣 Cheerleaders

Cheerleaders are the supportive backbone of the Bang! You’ll encourage writers and artists, help brainstorm through blocks, and be a friendly hype machine for the writers/artists.

🦸 Pinch-Hitters

The heroes who step in if a writer or artist drops out after the match. You’ll be contacted only if needed and asked if you’re available. Flexible, low-pressure, but extremely appreciated!

🔁 Can I Sign Up for More Than One Role?

Absolutely! You can write AND beta, or make art AND cheerlead—just make sure you have time to commit to each role responsibly.

🎭 Anonymity and Reveals

All fics and art will be posted anonymously until the end of the event. There will be 2–3 creation reveals per day during the reveal period so that everyone gets a spotlight moment. You’re welcome to crosspost your work afterward wherever you like!

📅 Key Dates (Draft below!)

DRAFT TIMELINE: (which will be updated as needed)

📝 May 11 – Writer & Artist Sign-Ups Close ✅ End of May – Check-In #1 + Writing Sprint Weekend 🖋️ Early June – Writer Rough Drafts & Final Summaries Due 📅 Mid June – Writers & Artists need to submit Match Forms 🧹 End of June - Last opportunity for drop outs  🫧 Early July - Sneak Peak #1 🎨 Early July – Artist Claims Open 💌 Mid July – Matches Announced! 🧹 Early August – Check-In #2 + Sprint Weekend 🫧 Mid August - Sneak Peak #2 ✅ Mid September – Final Fic Drafts Due 🖼️ Mid October – Final Art Due 🫧 Mid October - Sneak Peak #3 📅 October 23 – Posting Schedule Announced 🎉 October 30 – Posting Begins!

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Check out this AMAZING Comic by one of our talented Artists/Creators, troy_and_h_art (IG):

❓Still Have Questions?

Feel free to reach out to to us here at anytime! I'm happy to help—whether you're wondering how to write your first draft or how to link a fanmix on AO3.

[hl-obsessed]

link to original manip

✨ fics i've read in November ✨

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Roman Empire by Speechless

(E, 11k) One day Louis answers Liam's phone while he is in the shower. That's how he meets Harry, Liam's friend who moved to Italy just a while ago. And that's how Liam loses ownership of his phone.

*

“Do they sleep on the other side of the bed in Italy?”

He hears Harry laugh for a moment.

“I sleep right in the middle,” Harry replies. “Because no one will marry me.”

Louis bites back a little smile.

“Have you asked enough people?"

“The old lady walking her dog, just now.” Harry confirms. “She said no.”

Tastes like Strawberries by @sadaveniren

(E, 5k) I’m stressed. I’m nesting and demand cuddles. Come over

Harry frowned and double checked who the text was from. Yup, it still said Louis - Grad, which meant it was from Louis from his grad school.

aka Louis texts Harry by mistake. It works out

✨ Until the Pearls Get Lost by @londonfoginacup

(M, 25k) London, 1933. Harry Styles, alpha, elusive bachelor and happy third wheel to his coupled friends, receives a visit from one Liam Payne, begging for his help.

Liam’s childhood friend Louis is about to become the talk of the city; left at the altar because the mating bond was rejected, Louis will spend the rest of his life in an institution unless Liam can find someone to take him in and care for him as he recovers. Most omegas with failed bonds are never the same again.

With rumours swirling around about the reason for the rejected bond, Harry gives in to Liam’s pleas. He hasn’t the slightest idea how that decision will shape the rest of his life.

Bloom Just For You by @sunshineandthemoonlight

(E, 7,6k) Marcel decides to get straight to the point. "So I was wondering if you’d be interested in bottoming,” he says.

He glances anxiously over at his boyfriend in time to see Louis’ eyes widen over his mug of tea. There’s a choking sound, and all of a sudden Louis is coughing violently, trying to draw in a breath as his tea goes down the wrong way.

“Oh my– oh my god, Louis!” Marcel yells, panicked.

~

Marcel has never been happier; he has a job he loves, a boyfriend he adores, and a sex life with said boyfriend that exceeds his wildest of fantasies. But there’s one thing he and Louis haven’t yet tried in the bedroom. And he can’t get the thought out of his head...

No Surprises by @louislittletomlintum

(E, 21k) “I smoke socially, sometimes. Depends who I’m with,” Harry shrugged, taking another puff. Louis watched his soft little lips wrap around it and purse just slightly on the inhale. It wasn’t the first time he considered if Harry was perfectly made just to torment him.

“Hm. I won’t send you to jail for now, then. On crimes of fibbing,” Louis decided benevolently. He was about to open his mouth to spout off some other shite before he saw Harry had a bit of a pensive look in his features despite how his eyes were a little glassy.

“Lou,” he began, and god Louis loved that he’d earned that little nickname off of him. “Can I ask you summat?” Harry added, tapping the ash of the cigarette in the tray before taking another puff.

“You just did,” Louis smiled because Harry walked right into that one. “But I’ll give you another,”

“How did you know you were queer?”

or; an office au where louis is a loveable brat and harry is working himself out

You're Not Harry Styles (or are you?) by @bluegreen28fics

(E, 20k) Singer Louis Tomlinson finally meets his crush - ex-boybander Harry Styles - on a late night talk show after he recently released a hit single mentioning Harry. They hit it off and fall in love.

Play Pretend, Find a Friend? by @angelichl

(E, 40k) They had to pull back for air. Louis surveyed the guy’s face, in awe of his blown pupils and sharp jawline, the way their shared spit glistened on his lips.

“Hi,” he breathed. He blinked, and came back to himself a little bit, blushing at his own boldness. “Sorry. Is this okay?”

The stranger removed his right hand from the curve of Louis’ waist in order to cup his jaw, tilting it up to the angle he desired. He pressed their lips together, murmuring, “Definitely.” And then he kissed harder.

***

When Louis sees his ex-boyfriend kissing a random girl at a party, he acts out of blind jealousy. He kisses the first guy he can find. It turns into a thing.

✨💎 To Fight For Freedom by @snowy38

(E, 112k) It was snowing when he went down.

His sturdy and well-worn hiking boots were tied snugly to his socked feet; the knee-high thick black fabric keeping his legs warm to almost the point his pleated kilt rested just above his knees. Almost, because there was still a good four inches of skin bared to the elements.

His father had told him he had no need to wear the traditional uniform, but Harry knew better than to believe him. In fact, the only reason his father would say such a thing was because he would rather see him in anything other than an item of clothing which resembled a skirt. The reasons for his reservations may well be justified but Harry couldn’t think about that right now.

It was snowing and he’d been shot.

✨ Into the Woods (series) by mystic_believexx

(M, 44k) The one where the future Alpha of the Tomlinson pack imprints on the human, Harry Styles.

(warning❗this story is unfinished, last update in 2017. it's so easily to fall in love with it and have your heart broken 💔)

✨ amaryllis by @hattalove

(E, 146k) "Where are we?"

"Um. A little while out of London?" Niall tries, seemingly the only one willing to not be mysterious and provide Harry with information, and. Oh.

"London London? As in, the capital of England London?" he asks, just in case he'd misheard.

"No, the other London," Louis laughs, low and biting. He comes closer finally, the moonlight just enough to reveal a sharp-cut jaw and pale skin. "Sorry, Pup."

Nobody's ever called Harry a "pup". Frankly, he finds it quite insulting, but he lets it slide to try and comprehend his current crisis.

***

or the one where harry gets bitten by a werewolf. louis is the mysterious not-quite alpha, liam and zayn have Things going on, niall is their token human, and together, they watch a lot of TV.

'Sup by @mediawhorefics

(G, 6,7k) Gemma really wants her little brother to sign up for a dating app and get back in the game after a messy divorce. Harry thinks he’s way too old to swipe. They compromise to devastatingly embarrassing results.

Meanwhile, all Louis wants is to finish the play he’s been commissioned to write, but one of the regulars at his local coffee shop keeps distracting him.

***

ft. older larry, pushy gemma, harry being a disaster gay and silver fox louis.

Can't Imagine You Without The Same Smile In Your Eyes by @galacticlarry

(T, 4k) It’s been over a week since Harry’s first semester at university began, and he has had zero new exciting friendships or noteworthy experiences, just a bizarre dream that keeps waking him up in the middle of the night.

What happens when the boy with the pretty blue eyes from his psychology class catches his eye and starts occupying his mind?

Art of seduction by harrysprostate

(E, 13k) “Besides, I have a fiancé.”

“Does your fiancé know where you are right now?” Harry asked with a raised eyebrow.

“He knows I’m out with a friend.”

Harry blinked. “A friend?”

“What, engaged people can’t have friends?”

Harry chuckled at that and shook his head very slowly. He took his time to answer, even shifted in his seat and made sure that they were making eye contact first. “Oh Louis, we’re not going to be friends.”

Louis just smirked.

~or the one where louis is engaged but that doesn't stop harry from seducing him~

✨ my kingdom for a kiss (tonight you're on my mind) by leighbot

(E, 30k) “Oh fuck, I’m going to have to tell my mum,” Louis says, closing his eyes.

The silence stretches between them for a long moment until Harry starts breathing heavily. “I’m going to have to tell the Queen,” he says, “and my mum.”

 Or, the one where Zayn and Louis make a friendly wager and it goes too far, Harry's a baker with a heart of gold and really great hair, Liam is an overworked PA who just wants to enjoy his holiday and Niall is completely at ease, as always. An accidentally married AU mixed with a splash of modern royalty.

Still Dreaming ‘Bout You by @ireallysawanangel

(T, 3k) Harry doesn’t pay much attention to football. That’s proven even more apparent when the biggest football star in the UK walks into his juice bar and he doesn’t even notice. He does start to take notice when that football star keeps coming back.

✨ Just for Tonight (I can be yours) by @sadaveniren

(E, 42k) Harry, prince of Cestrescir, has been betrothed to Ludvic, prince of Yorvik, since birth. He'd accepted a loveless marriage as his duty to his country, until an accident threw him in the path of a gentle alpha

✨ This World's Ashes by @sunshineandthemoonlight

(E, 34k) The man stares at him, and all Harry can hear is his own heartbeat, racing.

Then the stranger turns away. He walks a few paces and bends down, picking up a large knife from the ground and shoving it into a pouch attached to his belt.

“I won’t hurt you, you know.”

Harry’s eyes snap up to the man’s face. He’s looking at Harry sincerely, palms held up as though in surrender. There’s still a knife in his right hand, though, so Harry is only slightly reassured.

Harry swallows to combat the dryness of his throat, and then says, “I won’t hurt you either.”

***

A post-apocalypse AU where Harry, battling his past as he survives in the woods, has learnt not to trust anyone except his dog. Then Louis crashes into his life, with his bright spirit and soft lips, pulling Harry from the depths of a loneliness he hadn’t realised he was drowning in. But there is danger lurking, and Harry’s not the only one wrestling with his past.

✨ no faith left to lose by @louieshalo

(M, 7k) Louis shoves an album booklet — Harry’s album booklet — into Harry’s hands, folded open to a familiar page. “I need you to tell me that that goddamn song is not about me.” His voice cracks a little in his vehemence, and ice fills Harry’s veins as he glances down at the creased page.

He doesn’t need to look closely to know what it is Louis is talking about — the title is printed plainly on the page, Second Chances, along with every incriminating lyric, line by line. It’s his most blatant offense off the entire album, probably; sickeningly indulgent and too obviously vulnerable to even defend himself against. The song is a surface-level dip into the fantasy world Harry toys with when the ache of loneliness gets to be too much in the middle of the night, the brief glimpse already toeing over the boundary he’d promised himself he’d set for his career.

Most damning, though, is the tiny embossed dedication at the bottom of the page;

“For who I’d be if I wasn’t afraid,” Louis recites, looking expectantly at Harry. “What the fuck does that mean?

***

or, the one where they miss each other more than anything.

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part 1 (+50k) ✨💐 part 2 (30-50k) ✨🥀 part 3 (10-30k)

part 4 (< 10k) ✨🪷 part 5 (monthly rec) ✨💐

[arrthurpendragon]

OC Creator Mini Bingo!

I want to try to put some positive energy back into the OC Community, so I'm going to be hosting an OC Creator Mini Bingo event for the month of September!

THIS IS OPEN TO ALL OC CREATORS! FANFICTION AND ORIGINAL STORY! OLD AND NEW OC CREATORS! POSTED STORIES AND PLOT BUNNY OCS! 

Kudos if you reblog this and tag some friends you think might be interested! :)

GOOGLE FORM SIGN UP (I’m not collecting emails)

GOOGLE DOC OF PARTICIPANTS (Please give me at least a day to update from the Google Form to the Google Doc)

Keep reading to find out more about the event!

What is OC Creator BINGO?

Well, it’s a chance to get to know other OC creators and spread some positivity!

You will interact with everyone on your BINGO card! It's a "mini" bingo because the cards are going to be 3x3. This means 8 creators will be chosen for you to interact with and you will get one of your choice!

BINGO Card template

… you know your schedules better than I do. And if you finish your card early, you are allowed to ask for another!

Since everyone is allowed to participate in this event - if there are creators you do NOT want on your card (for reasons you don’t have to explain) please put them on the Google Form. That information stays between me and you.

The following are some ways to fill in a spot for your creators:

Send 5 asks to a creator about their OCs (and reblog the answers)

Start a private conversation with someone new

Create a moodboard / aesthetic for a creator

Leave 3 reviews on a fic of a creator’s OC

Send 5 positivity asks to a creator

Reblog 5 of a creator’s OC posts

Create a manip for a creator’s OC

Create a poster / story cover for a creator’s OC

Create a video for a creator’s OC

Create a drabble for a creator’s OC

Create a gifset for a creator’s OC

Draw an OC for a creator

Do a liveblog for a creator’s OC

Create a SIM of a creator’s OC

Make a playlist for a creator’s OC

Make a blog recommendation post on your tumblr

YOU DO NOT HAVE TO DO ALL OF THEM! You can pick and choose what works best for you. If you wanted to just reblog posts for all the creators on your list (because that’s an option) then go for it. Choose what you are most comfortable doing for each creator.

Those who sign up by August 31st, will have their cards ready by September 1st.

But you will still be able to sign up during most of the month of September!

[hoovesandfloorpaws]

manip designed by the wonderful Shay @hl-obsessed 💕

If you Reblog, please know: post is continuously under construction ⚙️ 📌 here is my TAGLIST Since everything under a Read More cut gets deleted in case a blog deletes/gets deleted, for Archive Purposes Only, I add the most important bits of the/rest of the full post and also check/update/add the source links to the best of my abilities. Sorted Old to New (I only started doing this in Nov '24, so there's quite a lot more to come!)

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new and/or still being updated:

• Complete Larry Tattoo Timeline • bulletprooflarry (April 9, 2012) until 2017 - from then on by me w/ pictures & meta (last update: April '25)

• Masterpost: 700+ Louis (and Larry) gifs from 2012 + 2013 Part 1 / Part 2 • probloumatics, May 13, 2014

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• A Post on being closeted • sadaveniren, Jan 8, 2023

• Masterpost: Harry wearing Louis-related things • bluewinnerangel, June 18, 2021

• It’s a Sign Language of the times • bluewinnerangel, Feb 15, 2021

• What even is this band? (funny 1D gifs) • bluewinnerangel, Feb 28, 2021

• Timeline: Harry & Louis July 17 - July 21, 2015 • skepticalarrie, Sep 6, 2020

• Timeline: 1D's extreme grind • quietasides, Aug 28, 2015

• Timeline: "Fucked in Frisco, 2012" • ohthefond, Jan 27, 2014

• Masterpost: “Even as young as you are?” Or: Harry & Louis are engaged to be married • the-love-laws, Jan 16, 2014

• Body Language and Double Talk, or: Louis is a Lying Liar Who Lied • (archived by @twopoppies!) • epicmischief, April 7, 2013

• Masterpost: Harry’s “Type” • tracedust-blog, Jan 30, 2013

• GIF Timeline: L&H in 2012 "The year their friendship ended" spoiler alert: it didn't! • quietasides, Nov 3, 2015

• Timeline: Louis' PING (iTunes) profile Jan '11 - Sep '12 • hotsauceharry, Sep 20, 2012 incl. Spotify playlist of all 630 songs he posted / bought on iTunes and here is the rebloggable post, bc the archived post itself is VERY long

• 1D Studies – Harry’s sexuality • hazzalovesboo, April 9, 2012

• Timeline: Larry at Leeds 2011 incl. loads of pictures & tweets • alarrytale, Nov 6, 2013

• August 2011: the early days of H&L's closet :( • quietasides, April 13, 2015

• Home is wherever I'm with you. (2011) • yorkshireteabagging, March 24, 2013

• Timeline: September 2010: Let’s talk about it. • bulletprooflarry, Oct 24, 2013

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more continuously to come!

[unremarkablehouse]

I'm not sure if you got this picture i sent you because I'm pretty new to Tumblr and not sure how to share content. Forgive me if you have n haven't had a chance to respond. I promise I'm not trying to be annoying. Ty for linking Franks comments. I had no idea he revealed it back then. This post was from September and should clear up any doubt about the authenticity of this photo.

Thank you friend, I’m old to tumblr and totally forget to check my inbox lol. With all the manips and fakes out there, I love that this is an authentic moment.

[hayffieweeks]

HAYFFIEWEEK24

Welcome to the Hayffie week, feel free to join us!!

When? From 21st october to 27th october (take out your agendas and note it down!)

Rules? No rules. Only to not post all the fanworks on the same day & respect the days of posting. Tag all your works/posts related to the week as “hayffieweek24” (in the first 5 tags) on Tumbrl as well as on AO3 if you post there, so we can easily find everything in one place.

Do not let yourself be intimidated by the themes: if your work is only loosely based on it, it’s okay! 

DAILY THEMES: 

Monday 21st: Forced proximity (Haymitch&Effie are forced to stay close, but how? You tell me, you write it, you hc me, you draw me,.. do they have to share a bed? Are they stuck in an elevator? Arranged marriage? Living under the same roof? etc..)

Tuesday 22nd: Canon divergence (what if something else happened? What if a character doesn’t die or die? Add your own twists to the canon event! And have fun!)

Wednesday 23rd: Reverse Trope (lovers to enemies? do they have to convince people they are actually dating? too many beds? role reverse? create anything that has a reverse trope vibe!)

Thursday 24th: Free day (write/draw/gif/edit whatever you want to. It’s a free theme day so you can pick anything: first meeting? Soulmates au? post-mj? Hayffie with a kink? anything!)

Friday 25th: Pretend/Accidental relationship (fake dating/wedding, creating a fake family, accidental marriage, marriage of convenience,..)

Saturday 26th: Time (tic toc! Time Travel fix-it? To the future? In another universe? Historical or regency era? A moment from the books/movies? You choose)

Sunday 27th: Domestic bliss (Haymitch and Effie act like an old married couple? teasing, flirting,  intimacy moments, touches, etc.. a bit of fluff for the last day!)

Bonus day (28th october): if you forgot/didn’t have time to post a fanwork on the right day you can use this one to post all the missing works. 

Any types of fanworks are accepted: fanfics, headcanons, incorrect quotes, manips, Videos, gifs, fanarts, aesthetics, moodboards, playlists, etc.,

Start working my lovely, there is more than one month.

You do not have to do all the days to partecipate: so tune in whenever you want to!

Don’t forget to have fun! 

Reblog this so it will reach more people: the more, the merrier ! Spread the word!

P.s If you have any questions, I’m here. You can dm me or send me asks