#I WAS NOT EXPECTING THIS AND I AM SHOOK

[juicyyyboxxx]

whatever could he be giving you~? uwu

I have a few ideas

[stevethehairington]

yOU GUYS!?!?!?! SOMEONE DID A BOOKBIND OF ONE OF MY FICS!?!?!?! IM SCREAMING!!!!!! OH MY GODDDD!!!!

[pinkprimrose05]

Breaking my hiatus to scream and yell a little because hoLY FUCK IS THAT ZARC ON THE MAIN SET COVER???!!

This feels surreal, but it's very much real.

It's happening.

They did it.

My prayers have been answered.

Oh my God I think I need to sit down for a moment.

[shooks-stupid-stuff]

i like making shrine maiden characters :]

[insanityismyface]

Somebody explain to me how they got Becky G to voice Khaji Da aka the scarab in Blue Beetle bc the way I SCREAMED at the credits in theater

[seariii]

(⁠ʘ⁠ᴗ⁠ʘ⁠✿⁠)

[science-from-a-bog]

in the Fairbanks University library I found a book from 1939 that completely changed my perspective on the folk tales of bog bilberry toxicity.

However, it is now SUPREMELY disappointing to find out that the author of this book, Åke Ohlmarks, was the first translator of The Lord of the Rings into Swedish and he fucked up SO SPECTACULARLY, that he pissed off JRRT himself, prompting him to compile his Guide to the Names in The Lord of the Rings.

To cite Wikipedia: "As a result of the severe criticism directed against his translation of The Lord of the Rings, both by Tolkien himself and by Swedish Tolkien fandom, Ohlmarks in the late 1970s began to display hostility towards the "Tolkien phenomenon", and in 1982 published a book titled Tolkien and Black Magic, expounding a conspiracy theory connecting Tolkien and Tolkien fandom with Nazi occultism."

What the everloving fuck, my dude.

[missmouse25]

Hi Friend! Hope you enjoy this fic! ❤️✨

Mischief - Max Fewtrell

gender neutral first person pov // 1181 words // little bit of Max pov in italtics // before you @ me, i am well aware that L and L broke up but this request was sent in before we knew that so please... just live in my au for a little while.

--- “You guys are going to love it here, I’m so glad you wanted to come with!”

Luisa genuinely looked happy. Though it wasn’t like Lando was going to say no to his girlfriend; and I wasn’t going to say no to a longer holiday.

Summer break was probably my favourite of the off seasons and I was grateful that L and L had allowed me to tag along with them.

“I really want to show you…” Luisa’s voice trailed off and her gaze went straight ahead.

Lando and I tried to see what had caught her attention in the hotel foyer.

Then, someone stepped out from the crowd and from that moment, my holiday changed forever.

“I’ve missed you so much!” Luisa said in my ear as we hugged.

“I missed you too!”

Even though it had been so long since I’d seen my friend and I wanted to give her my full attention, I was still aware of the two sets of eyes on us or rather, on me.

I knew the one was Lando; I’d seen enough pictures to recognise his face. The other, however, I could only guess.

“I hope you don’t mind me crashing your party,” I said as Luisa and I pulled apart.

“Of course not!” Her smile was a fairy light; it was a magical twinkle in a dark place. “Your timing couldn’t have been more perfect!”

She turned to address the boys.

“The more the merrier, right?” The one who I knew to be Lando stepped forward and greeted me. “It’s nice to finally meet you, I’ve heard so much about you.”

“Likewise!” I answered.

Then the other boy stepped forward confidently. He had a beautiful face, and in his eyes, a glimmer of mischief.

“Max Fewtrell,” he introduced himself while shaking my hand.

“Max is to Lando what you are to me,” Luisa gave me the context.

“A pain in the arse?” Lando joked, which earned him a shove from Max.

This was going to be a fun and interesting holiday.

~

For the first two days, our little group went everywhere together and no matter the situation, there was always someone to talk to. Obviously, a lot of time was spent catching up with Luisa – work, family, other stuff. But Lando was a fun guy to chat to and get to know as well.

And then there was Max. Something about him made him the easiest to talk to; made me feel comfortable sitting next to him. Someone who was almost a complete stranger to me.

Knowing it was easy being with him was what gave me reassurance when Luisa pulled me aside and asked if I’d be ok if she and Lando had a day together.

“Of course, I’ll be fine. I’ll ask Max if he wants to do something,” I told her. “And if he doesn’t, I can have a day to myself.”

Luckily, Max was more than keen to join me.

“What do you have in mind?” He asked as we stood in the foyer once again.

“There’s a beautiful park not far from here,” I suggested, hoping that he’d say yes. “Maybe we could go for a casual stroll. Eat some street food?”

Max smiled and once more, I saw that shimmer of mischief in his eyes.

“Sounds great. Lead the way.”

With the sun on our backs, we walked down one of the footpaths, talking about our family’s and laughing at the funny stories we had to share.

“Lando can tell you, they love to bully me,” Max continued telling me about his brothers. “Almost as much as Lando himself does, actually.”

“Sounds like he’s another brother to you.”

“Yeah. He pretty much is.” Max sounded content; grateful. “Is it the same with you and Luisa?”

“Sort of,” I said, feeling my heart grow heavy. “It’s a bit harder with the distance.”

Max nodded, seeming to understand.

“But I’m hoping that maybe that can change,” I said, trying to lighten the mood. “I’ve been thinking of moving to Europe.”

“That would be really nice.” Max looked over to me.

I was about to ask why he said that when I felt the ground beneath me shift. It felt like I was about to fall and by instinct, I reached out to hold onto something. Someone.

Thankfully, Max had fast reflexes and caught me before I went tumbling. For a moment, we stood perfectly still.

“You ok?” Max gave me a concerned look.

“Yeah. I’m ok,” I answered, heart still beating fast. Not just from the adrenaline but also because of how close we were.

Slowly, he let me go and I stepped back.

“Thanks for catching me,” I laughed a little and Max smiled his beautiful smile.

“Anytime,” he stated. “Maybe you should walk closer to me, just in case it happens again.”

His words nearly flustered me but something else took over my brain and I responded before I could comprehend what I was saying.

“Maybe I could hold your hand, just to be extra safe.”

For a second, Max seemed taken aback and I panicked thinking that I’d gone too far.

Then, very gentlemanly, he held his hand out to me.

“To be extra safe.”

Once more I noticed the mischief in his eyes. I took his hand anyways.

~

There was a sharp knock on my hotel door; I stopped packing to let the person in once I saw who it was. Max eyed the open suitcase and the clothes haphazardly thrown in.

“Bad time?” He asked.

“Is packing to leave somewhere happy ever a good time?” I answered with a sigh, sitting on the bed and gesturing for him to join me.

“I guess not.”

Side by side, we stayed there in the silence. We both knew what should happen in the moment but neither of us wanted to do it: the time to say goodbye was now.

“Max… I’m really going to miss you,” I confessed, finally breaking the quiet around us. “I know it’s only been a week but…”

“I know.” Max shifted to face me. “But I wouldn’t have had this week go any oher way than how it did.”

I looked deep into his eyes and saw only honesty. In that moment, it was like my centre of gravity changed and I was being pulled closer to him until our lips met. His kiss was sweet and deep but it was over all too soon.

“I will see you again, won’t I?” I whispered, our lips still touching.

Max didn’t answer right away but when he did, I felt how he smirked.

“Well, F1 does go to Brazil to race. And I’m pretty sure Lando owes me a favour for something.”

“You’re such a mischievous boy.” I laughed softly but the thought of him visiting me had already settle in my heart.

“Maybe I am, but you will see me again. I promise.”

Slowly, he kissed me again.

Even though it was goodbye for now, I knew it was saying hello to a future with my mischievous Max.

[pentacass]

Lord Adojer Gifra is a distinguished Sith warrior, and a prominent commander of Darth Avriss’ personal brigade - the ‘Adamant’, derisively known as the ‘Slave Legion’ by detractors. He leads his emancipated comrades to victory after victory, with unmatched valour and such regal poise, that some whisper he had once been a king, lost to terrible tragedy.

Lord Riven is the most subtle, precise weapon in Darth Avriss’ arsenal. A blade to the unsuspecting neck, a drop of poison in the right ear - she is the unseen hand with which Avriss shapes the world to her will. Riven eschews fame, preferring to cloak herself in anonymity to move unnoticed.

Most trusted of Darth Avriss’ followers, they often work together to ensure the strength and security of the Sphere of Sith Doctrine. In their master’s service, they have found kinship with each other, forming a strong bond as allies and confidants.

[epickiya722]

What do you mean Maybe Someday We'll Meet Again has 500+ kudos?!

[creedslove]

Liev Schreiber enjoying a beach day on November 5th 2022

[ruckis--rookie]

Btw tomorrow Gera's going through trial by arena and is going to fight 10 enemies in a row after being charged with manslaughter (he assaulted a gaurd to be thrown in jail as retribution for the various hate crimes and attacks on Ruckis' mental well being) (accidently killed him after fracturing a rib with a single punch) (what did you expect from a vengeful hedonistic god with a mean streak if the peace is disturbed) wish me luck and bless my dice, I'm gonna need it (this is abt D&D)

[rainteaanddragons]

methinks I need to call in sick to work tomorrow to recover from finishing Good Omens season 2

[kalloway]

I don't know him that well personally, but I WOULD take a bullet (an arrow? I guess, in this context?) for Anri of Astora

He gives me SUCH soft boy vibes, I just wanna protect him at all costs despite him being in a literal suit of armour already

[daydreamdoodles]

I just want to talk with whoever is flooding (/lh) the jimmy/scott tag with AI generated fanfics

[pearlposts]

“Gothic tale, psychological study, puzzle narrative…This is gripping, astute fiction that feeds the mind and senses.”—The Seattle Times

An upper-class woman recovering from a suicide attempt, Margaret Prior has begun visiting the women’s ward of Millbank prison, Victorian London’s grimmest jail, as part of her rehabilitative charity work. Amongst Millbank’s murderers and common thieves, Margaret finds herself increasingly fascinated by on apparently innocent inmate, the enigmatic spiritualist Selina Dawes. Selina was imprisoned after a séance she was conducting went horribly awry, leaving an elderly matron dead and a young woman deeply disturbed. Although initially skeptical of Selina’s gifts, Margaret is soon drawn into a twilight world of ghosts and shadows, unruly spirits and unseemly passions, until she is at last driven to concoct a desperate plot to secure Selina’s freedom, and her own.