#STOMACH CALMING

[vaguely-concerned]

lucanis is a 'I could sit in our quiet kitchen on a grey tuesday afternoon drinking coffee and talking with you about nothing much in particular forever and be the happiest man who ever lived' romantic, not a 'classic tropes and grand gestures' romantic. this is a distinction and conceptual gap I personally feel is crucial to understanding what's going on with him when romanced. for all his almost painful sincerity and clear depth of feeling he's not a very effusive guy by nature, but in the history of time no one has ever, with their whole soul, chest and being, been so genuinely and openly happy to just do laundry and taxes with you.

[yo-yo-yoshiko]

Shouma!! Aw, hey fella!!!

some closeups on these ones eeheh^^

[norclaren]

Lando immediately spraying Oscar lmaooo 😭😭😭

Clip credit

[spikedfearn]

Spike Fearn at the Netflix BAFTA awards

[dianasprnce]

this is the only spoiler i’ve seen from another simple favor and……yeah

[theswampghost]

holy shit just saw bring her back. godddddd

[happyk44]

Pasithea: Mama, have you ever thought about relaxing? Like just. Slowing down, lying back and admiring the stars?

Hera, who spent her formative years trapped in a stomach: I've done that before, sweetheart.

Hera: It didn't take.

[javierduffy]

“uh … it’s a bit girly … no?” javier examines himself in the reflection of his knife’s blade, looking this-a way and that, the dark blue of a large silken bow now peeking sheepishly around his neck as it sits gently in his hair. next to him, kieran clams up a smidge, hands still held close to his chest nearby his completed ribbon project on javier’s head. he finds it in himself to wring his hands a time or two rather than immediately undo his work as javier seems to continue to formulate his final opinion. “you … think so? look at me?” kieran asks, politely as a mouse. javier easily complies, turns at his hips and looks behind, up at kieran where he sits on the stump above him.

kieran, as he peers over, can’t help the meadow of flush that blooms over his neck, then his ears, then his nose and his cheeks. he can tell javier is deep in thought by the look on his face, mouth twisted just a might sideways, cocking his mustache awry, and the deep wrinkle sat between his brows. the ribbon he used matches javier’s vest perfectly, and the shine of the silk warms bright in the sun, just like every piece of jewelry and metal javier has adorned himself with. with this ribbon, javier’s hair sits lower on his head, ponytail draped down his nape and more hair framing his face in his bangs. kieran resists an urge to tuck one side back behind his ear.

kieran thinks that he looks like a painting, a muse, a love letter so heartbreakingly full of adoration that the only language it could be written in is bright swipes of pigment on a canvas. as he makes eye contact with the silk squinting around the red of a necktie, he thinks that javier may be right, if ‘girly’ could sum up ’poetry written in effeminate reverence’.

kieran always did think women made better art, wrote better books- found a better way to love. softer. warmer. prettier. like javier.

the world sounds like it’s underwater.

“i think … it’s very pretty. it suits you real well.”

earnest to a fault, the look in kieran’s eye dances gingerly with javier’s internal voice. it dips and sways him, and javier, despite his instinct, finds himself charmed by its rhythm.

“-b-but! i could take it out! if you don’t-“ javier looks down at himself in his knife again, the sunlight filtered through the leaves glinting a yellow green around his dark features, and kieran hands him patience on a silver platter. a rich blue makes friends with bright green quite easy, javier thinks. this is how he must look through kieran’s mossy lens.

“pretty … yes. you know, i think you may be right. i’ll keep it. gracias.”

[compress1repress]

going to wake up early tomorrow to try and book a gp appointment bc I can't go on like this. my chest pain still here and getting worse maybe 💔 let's hope they do not send me to a&e again bc im so tired

utilising this image again to capture my emotions rn

[raspberrybluejeans]

i have a ttrpg game in a few hours so its time for my brain to crank up that anxiety as if i were being hunted by large predators

[celestielbeing]

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[straightasaaro]

Assigned to the Principles of Newspeak for reading in class, turn around and a girl is using ChatGPT to explain it for her

[peaches2217]

The overwhelming desire to write out extended blocks of Italian dialogue between the bros because it feels like a snapshot into their personal lives and it’s a lot of fun

vs. The knowledge that most readers will have to machine translate it and machine translations are always super awkward unless the original sentences are spoken absolutely textbook perfect (i.e. horrendously awkward-sounding irl)

vs. The acknowledgement that I’m probably not getting it right half the time either because I Frankenstein these sentences together based on prior knowledge, context, and conjugation, so then we’re ALL confused

EDIT FOR POSTERITY: This WIP was completed and posted! Read it here!

[dimitrispartner]

Horror movie night :3

[bismuthburnsblue]

the current mood over here today 🫡🫡🫡

[shjack180]

Out of all the mlw art out there you chose a wlw piece for your mlw fanart?! Pissed me the fuck off seeing that and I am still inordinately pissed off over it