#Have a great tuesday

[lickithrice]

It’s my birthday 🥰

[mizgnomer]

David Tennant presenting at the EE BAFTA Film Awards - February 2024

for Tennant Tuesday (or whatever day this post finds you)

[onpie]

Noodles and Tea’s work inspired me fr

[seilnakyle]

I love how Wolf Bruce was running around absolutely feral with his only thoughts being his primal instincts to protect Gotham and meanwhile Wolf Jason is prowling the streets contemplating his morality/motivations and questioning if he’ll ever be human again while in total fight or flight survival mode

[apnourry]

are you healthy or does the infectious disease office phlebotomist know you by name and call you "my friend!!!"

[plantwriting]

Rolan didn’t realize he loved the other two until it was too late. Until it had been years since they’d spoken, even longer since they’d seen each other. And when he realized, he didn’t know what to do. How to deal with the fact that he loved two people he could barely even say he knew anymore. He didn’t understand how he could love concepts, memories filled with laughter and affection and the always somewhat present smell of smoke.

But he did. He loved them. Felt his heart skip a beat when a girlfriend’s dyed blonde hair momentarily made him mistake her for Kian. His body warmed up when she spoke of a fantasy story she’d read, explaining all the little details that Rolan would remember for the rest of his life in the same exact way that Rand would. When he heard a song on the radio, and his first thought was still “Kian would like this”. When the smell of smoke and alcohol and weed that always clung to Rand’s attic bedroom never quite left him.

Kian knew he loved the other too far too early, before anything could be done about it. When their biggest worries were still exams rather than missing sisters or corpses that nobody else could see. And he hated himself for it, hated how quickly and easily his love turned from something acceptable into something they’d hate him for. Hated how no matter how hard he tried he couldn’t get rid of the love he felt for them, how each time he hugged or just sat near them it would feel forbidden, like a secret they all had to keep but only he knew about.

But he couldn’t stop the way he felt. How his heart hammered in his chest when Rand rested his head on his shoulder because it was still normal to him. How his body burned when Rolan helped him bleach his hair during the early hours of the morning, talking about everything and anything to pass the time while they waited. How he mourned the friendship he still had with Rand, now tainted with lies because that was the only way Rand could still care for him. How he still felt such a desperate need and pain when yet another call to Rolan went unanswered, his words and pleas falling to nothing as he knew the other would never hear them anyways.

Rand only understood that he loved them when they were gone. He realized with fear and pain and yerning that the betrayal and loneliness he felt when they left wasn’t born just from his best friends leaving him behind. And he didn’t know how to feel, how to deal with it. Just like he didn’t years later, when he was left behind again, both of them gone somewhere he couldn’t bring himself to follow, only remembering how he felt when Rolan Deep and Kian Stone were both nothing but memories a few people held and empty graves he left flowers to.

He loved them for the rest of his life. His heart still skipped a beat whenever he passed by Rolan’s home, like he was still expecting the other to sneak out of the back door and join him in whatever he was doing. His body always felt cold and hollow, like something was missing, whenever someone touched him with the same care and gentleness that Kian always had. He locked up in terror whenever he heard the clicking and buzzing of ordinary bugs that had seemingly overtaken Galloway since the hive died. He screamed when the phantom flesh and blood that forever coated his barely living body wrapped around him tighter in a mockery of an embrace.

Rand loved the other two for the rest of his life. And he hated it more than anything.

[ratatatastic]

"Oh, fuck yeah! Mikksy! Feelin' nice!" *mikksy side-eyeing him like he just came across the most feral little thing hes seen in his life but is completely used to it* "Yep." "Fuckin' letsgo."

you can tell hes excited to do their usual bumpy ritual because he jumps side to side like a puppy and he wants to bump him and then remembers himself since they changed it up for playoffs because its, you know, its- its something

i cant imagine itd be sanctioned by the team to idk bump into your fellow d shoulderfirst as hard as you can and as many times as you can handle during playoffs when its a time riddled with ouchies

i just genuinely cant handle the juxtaposition that is ekky practically vibrating out of his skin at the sight of mikksy because he gets to be, thrown about, and mikksy just slows his movements, takes his time and just lumbers over to fufill the request of the feral gremlin he shares a team with

can he please PLEASE P L E A S E STOP BEING WEIRD FOR 5 SECONDS. IM BEGGING

florida panthers @ edmonton oilers game 3 | 6.13.24 (x)(x)(x)

HE LOOKS SO CONCERNED

[crookedlyinnernightmare]

Happy father’s day to Matsuzaki!!

hm? what do you mean he doesn’t have kids...? the entire school is right there?

[columboscreens]

[mizgnomer]

A radiant David Tennant hosting Pub in the Park Chiswick - June 28th 2024

for Tennant Tuesday (or whatever day this post finds you)

photo credit: [ Pub in the Park Instagram ]

[starrystevie]

it’s the routine soft intimacies that come with living, breathing, existing with someone for as long as they have.

it's when they hug and steve knows his arms will always find a home around eddie's waist, his face finding solace in the crook of his neck, his lungs full of eddie as he takes in a grounding breath. it's eddie's arms always slung over steve's shoulders when they embrace, pulling him in like he needs him close and they both know it's because he does, his lips pressed to the crown of steve's head as a reminder that he's there.

it's when they want to hold hands and they know each other's tells. they know that steve will bump shoulders then elbows then backs of hands before lacing their fingers together, thumb rubbing wherever it can reach in a steady rhythm. they know that eddie will trail fingertips over the veins in steve's wrist to feel his fluttering heartbeat and then dance his fingers down to clasp around steve's, pulling his arm over his chest so steve can feel him breathing.

it's when they sit in the living room to watch tv and the arm chair is steve's and the couch is eddie's until it's not because suddenly it's halfway through family feud and steve crawls between eddie's legs to lay against his chest like clockwork. it's when they have cleaning day and the kitchen is steve's because he hates how eddie loads the dishwasher and eddie dusts because he knows steve won't pick things up, just dusts around them. it's when they go to the grocery store and steve pushes the cart, checks things off the list, and eddie looks over produce to make sure they aren't too brown for steve.

it's the little things that can go unsaid because they've said them enough or lived them enough or some mixture of both where there's comfort in simplicity. steve knows when eddie wakes up and makes coffee immediately that it'll be a good day ending in dancing in the kitchen with cool tiles under their bare feet. eddie knows when steve wears that sweater with the blue on the trim that he needs a little extra support, a hand through his hair and a kiss on the cheek, a whispered forever promise in his ear.

it's learning how to love someone the way they want to be loved. it's adapting and giving to take and taking to give and intrinsically being what the other needs. it's steve and eddie, who alone are great but together are better. it's them, knowing that steve will always wrap his arms around eddie's waist and knowing that eddie will always sling his around steve's neck and knowing that when they always take in a deep breath full of the other, it's because they're home.

[theluminoussunflower]

so my school's film society put dps on the programme AT MY REQUEST but scheduled it on a day i won't be able to attend so I've convinced my peers in my workshop to watch it with me in my accom's basement is this what it feels like to lead a revolution

[why-the-heck-not]

22.10.23, sunday

haven’t drawn in so long I kinda thought I would’ve forgotten how, but it actually was very chill

things done today:

drawing while watching ahs

1h of coding

a long walk

[fantastic-nonsense]

today's comic releases:

[thelassoway]

Ted Lasso S02E05 Rainbow || Ted Lasso S03E01 Smells Like Mean Spirit

What does that mean?

[kirstielol]

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