#BLESS MY DASH

[guardian-angle22]

911: LONE STAR | TARLOS ↳ EVERY KISS (Season 1 -> Season 5)

[violetren]

The great thing about the White Collar OT3 is that at no point does the introduction of Neal into El and Peter's everyday lives never feels like a threat to Peter and El's marriage.

Like from the moment Neal shows up at their house in episode one he and El hit it off.

Within the first 5 episodes Neal and El have figured out they have similar knowledge and interest in the finer things, they're sharing looks over how Peter talks about and will react to things, El is telling Peter to trust in Neal a little, Neal is helping make sure they have a lovely anniversary, and El is calling Neal in to mediate/help prove her point in mini arguments to make Peter do stuff.

They also work really well because while Peter, El, and Neal might all be slightly different flavours and intensities of hyper competent adrenaline junkie weirdos, all three of them are intensely loyal to "their people" so the second El and Neal recognised that they both trust Peter as someone who will always try to do the right thing and respect them they were like "oh green flag."

[hobipowers]

Not Today in tiny 😭🤏 (for @yooboobies)

[lewiscarrolatemybrain]

Friendly reminder that the suffering and torment Xie Lian experienced actually made him LESS kind, and the lessons he learned as a result of that pain were that human life is meaningless and compassion is worthless and people don't deserve your help or care or love for them. Xie Lian had to backtrack and reject these new lessons in favor of the old ones he had already known in order to return to being kind.

Xie Lian losing everything he loved and knew, being stripped of his power, autonomy, safety, and community, and being ridiculed and humiliated, did not teach him anything worth knowing. He did not learn any valuable or important lessons from it. In fact, he needed to consciously decide that he wasn't going to let it change him and work to go back to the person he was before all that shit happened in order to avoid turning evil.

[lovecolibri]

Eddie: *always putting a grounding hand on Buck's shoulder when Buck needs it, and using his Point-y Finger when he wants Buck to focus and know He Means Business*

Eddie, lost in grief and needing Buck's support and knowing Buck needs his, but Buck isn't there asking the prodding questions he always does to get Eddie to open up, and Eddie is about to lose it: *does the same thing as always just in combination and a little more intense in his grief, because he NEEDS Buck to Listen and Understand and grieve WITH him*

Some of y'all:

[foldingfittedsheets]

Every time I come across my own art in the wild I always go:

Oh!

:)

I made that.

[significant-narratives]

mutual with more puck knowledge than me has approved of my post. i am going to get a good grade in hockey tumblr mutualism, something that IS normal to want and IS possible to achieve

[nikonuee]

Right, So, I've never read Heaven's Official Blessing (I'm getting to it-) but the greatest form of propaganda so far has been This 👇 Fucking Twink

Getting the ever-loving shit slapped out of them.

Also apparently there's a ship called 'BeefLeaf' that's emotionally devastating. The name alone's funny enough that I'm willing to invest effort to find out more.

[iron-red-drench]

As long as there is love, there will be grief.

The grief of time passing,

of life moving on half-finished,

of empty spaces that were once bursting with the laughter and energy of people we loved.

As long as there is love

there will be grief

because grief is love’s natural continuation.

It shows up in the aisles of stores we once frequented,

in the half-finished bottle of wine we pour out,

in the whiff of cologne we get two years after they’ve been gone.

Grief is a giant neon sign,

protruding through everything,

pointing everywhere,

broadcasting loudly,

“Love was here.”

In the finer print, quietly, “Love still is.”

- Heidi Priebe

[ambiguously-gendered-freak]

Do I start watching a show just bc Katie McGrath is in it again

[just-french-me-up]

dreamling 16 or 23 for the kiss prompts? 👀

23. "A kiss in relief" | Have some Prince!Dream / Knight!Hob as a treat because this concept tickles my brain divinely!

The battle was won.

Already the camp was filling up, some soldiers shedding their dirtied armours while others were being rushed to the healing tents. The chaos of battle clung to them still, brewing amongst them and would soon, no doubt, burst into the clamour of celebration. Regardless, all heads bowed as the prince exited the command post, guards following close behind.

Morpheus would celebrate with his men, as all good leaders must, in due time. He would be expected to give a speech, rousing words for those gathered under his command, and solemn ones for those who had fallen, but he could not focus on either now. He had to know first. He had to make sure.

A prince does not announce himself upon entry. It was with tight apprehension that he stepped into the Lord Commander's tent, his guards following suit. He braced himself for blood, gushing wounds and grunts of pain, but was met with a much more pleasant (and relieving) sight.

"My prince."

Hob would bow lower, Morpheus knew, but his movements were hindered by his squire, who was busy removing the various parts of his armour. A quick glance was enough to know the blood staining his shirt and skin was not his. Good. Morpheus suppressed a smile.

"Lord Commander."

Like the rest of his men, Hob looked spent, covered with the grime of the battlefield, his hair sticking to his forehead, but victorious nonetheless. He, too, ought to be with his men soon, share the glory together as brothers in arms. But not yet.

"We have much to discuss after today's victory," Morpheus said, before glancing back at his guards. "Leave us."

The soldiers stepped out without a word, although Morpheus knew they wouldn't stray far. Hob gave a quick nod to his squire to dismiss him, and as the boy left, they stood alone. Hob had not drawn another breath that Morpheus pulled him close, tasting the battle on his lips, blood, salt and dirt, and something else, something distinctly, comfortingly Hob's. Hob sighed into his mouth, hot breath tickling his cheek, bringing him closer still. By the time he let go, Morpheus had gone almost dizzy, holding on to a still armoured shoulder.

"Careful, I may get a taste for winning you battles," Hob smiled against his lips, "if this is the thanks I get."

"Are you hurt?"

"Bruised, at most. It will probably look worse than it feels."

Morpheus furrowed his brow, suspicious. Hob was hardly reliable when it came to pain. He would suffer agony and wave it off as nothing more than a scratch. Morpheus would have to wait for the whole armour to come off to see the extent of the damage.

"You know," he said as he started undoing the laces of Hob's vambrace. "Lord Commanders usually stay at the commanding post to oversee the battle."

"Well, I guess your Lord Commanders are usually pretty shit, then."

Morpheus shot him a disapproving look, the piece of metal falling on the floor with a dull "clank".

"I do not want you hurt."

"You should have made me Lord Jester then," Hob chuckled. "Master of the Drapes and Napkins. No chance for bruises there."

He cupped Morpheus' cheek, his thumb tracing the line of his cheekbone. He did like to jest, that one. Unfortunately his true talents lay in the sword, which inevitably placed him at the end of another. Perhaps that would be another reason to seek peace during his reign, Morpheus told himself. A selfish reason, but a motivating one nonetheless.

"I always come back to you, don't I?"

"Only because I order you to."

"And I wouldn't dream of disobeying my prince."

"Good."

Send me a kissing prompt?

[benevolenterrancy]

Can I ask what was your first impression of TGCF and if it turned out wrong or right?

My first impression of TGCF was "this goof continuously ascends to -- and gets kicked out of -- heaven, this is going to be clown town isn't it?"

And honestly I stand by that one, I think I was completely correct**

(**barring the fact that this goof will then go on to experience ever conceivable horror known to man but honestly I mostly expected it after MDZS)

[roys-our-boy]

I’m stuck in an endless cycle

[t-errifier]

happy mundayy , old photo !!

[illiana-mystery]

🕺🕺

[honeybard]

beating Hades on heat 16 will have you thinking unwise things like "I bet I can go straight to heat 32 right now"