#WE'LL GET THERE I PROMISE

[fishhateme]

maxiel(ish) drabble pt 1

Daniel's sigh was so loud he wasn't even surprised when Sassy looked at him, perched atop one of Max's book shelves ("Why do you have so many, Maxy? It's not like you actually read" raised eyebrow, thick lips parting for a beat before quirking up shyly "Shut up" "These days you just meow on livestreams, right? Busy schedule" a full smile then, pink tongue darting out to wet his full, chapped lips, so wonderfully feminine "Shut up, Dan" "Is it like when you bought that Hermes bracelet and you just never let it go? Is it about being all fancy? Maybe we should ask George for some vocab tips" a full laugh, head thrown back against the pillows and crinkled corners of his eyes "I think it makes perfect sense, no? Why would I not have bookshelves. They're classy, and the cats like them. Who doesn't have bookshelves?" oh, okay, his voice is more nasally in the morning, it's more noticeable when he says more than two words. Yeah, it's been years and Daniel knows this already, but he could still drown in the raspiness of it, suddenly back to day one and awkward chuckles in hotel rooms "Who meows on a livestream?" "Shut up, Daniel"). The way Sassy looked at him wasn't even concerned, it was mostly annoyed. And, sure, Daniel hated dogs - er, hated, was terrified of, had been chased by back home, same difference -, but there was a certain autonomy about cats that unsettled him. Those lucky bastards didn't need attention like a wilting, desperate plant needed fresh water, like Daniel needed love to breathe. Enchanté, nice to meet you too, did I tell you I'm jealous of my boyfriend's cats? No, I don't go to therapy anymore, how did you know?

Ugh. Daniel scowled at himself for that shitty self-pitying monologue. He briefly considered calling his therapist again, but he didn't like feeling like he needed a crutch, and he wasn't as distressed and hurting as he was back in the McLaren days. He could manage, really, and he'd rather that than going through the shameful motion of crawling back to his therapist after assuring (read, lying) to her he could cope perfectly fine on his own, with his stupid little journal (abandoned shortly after Belgium, because everything was blindingly bright in his future and he'd get to write it down later, now he just wanted to focus on the feeling of being on top of the world) and his stupid little breathing techniques. He was fine, really. He was just... ugh.

He sighed again, still staring at his phone screen, prompting Sassy to send him another one of her patented annoyed looks. Her feline eyes, already perpetually displeased as if inconvenienced by the existence of her owners (oh, we only feed, shelter and pamper you, I'd be annoyed too, you expensive little brat), seemed even more judgy in the stuffy Mediterranean heat of the afternoon. The living room was so poorly designed (as was most of Monaco, because money couldn't buy enough space to build a decent apartment when every single millionaire on Earth decided to cram themselves in the same five or so blocks) that Daniel was beginning to run out of air in his lungs, but maybe that was because of his own... shit ("Yes, of course I'll remember my breathing techniques, I'll be fine, besides, you'll be late for your next client. I promise I'll be fine").

It came so easily to lie, sometimes.

part 2

[starlos-soulmate]

Me planning out honeymoon stuff when Starlo and Pancake aren't even engaged cuz the thought of marrying him flusters me too much to even think about it for more than ten seconds

[illegiblehandwriting1]

all i want in life is to see our special Guest Appearance say "are you OKAY????????" in the most concerned tone of voice ever and meanwhile sky just looks up at them, exhausted and beaten half to hell, and he just gives a thumbs up and groans "yeah, fantastic, how are you?"

[abrthephantomq]

Encoder Zim - pt 2? pt 2

Please, my fellow humans, take a seat for a moment and study the image displayed on the screen. Does this look like someone who could take out one of the planet’s greatest leaders? 

[An image of Dib, approximately 34 years of age. He’s stick thin and tall. Lanky is a good word for him – like his limbs were just slightly too long for the rest of his body. There’s an eyepatch covering his left eye – well, it’s more like there’s large, twisted scar that makes up the left side of Dib’s face and a dainty little patch of black resting on top of it, where his left eye should be. 

He’s wearing what you’d expect a Dib to wear; black trench coat, black boots, blah blah blah. It’s Dib. An filthy human worm from a filthy planet of filth.]

“....no?” 

WRONG. 

[The image on screen changes to one of Dib, sans trench coat, but otherwise looking as gangly and awkward as always. This picture appears to be older, as it’s a bit frayed and Dib’s hair isn’t anywhere near as long as it is in the first picture. That stupid scythe-lock of hair sticks out on top – and Dib’s face, while still scarred, looks freshly healed.

Also in this shot, Dib is actually doing something kinda cool like fighting a weird Earthen monster. Something huge and hairy and definitely not normal. You’ve seen many different gross and disgusting species of animal in your day, but even this creature gives you the creeps.]

This is the same dreaded heh-yuman who wiped out Jif Bozos, the richest man on the planet. He may look stupid, but he is remarkably capable, despite his stupid appearance. 

[More images of Dib, from various angles – from various locations. It’s clear that the Dib has been traveling. They’re clicked through quickly, though there are…. quite a lot of them. Probably more than is necessary. It takes a beat too long to click through them all.]

(Note to self: tell GIR not to put so many pictures of the Dib in the slide deck, next time.)

He is a member of the organization known as the Swollen Eyeballs. Apparently, their goal is to keep the planet safe from ineffectual and terrible leaders. And by “ineffectual and terrible” they mean leaders who care about the econ-o-me and who want to keep it growing and growing and growing. 

(You pause, turn on your heel, and allow a flash of teeth.) They want to get rid of you. 

(The crowd, as you’ve predicted, gasps and boos, and you have to fight back a smile. The fact that the humans have such a soft word for such a threatening display, and that you’ve deemed it acceptable to use in your thoughts, barely pings something deep within you. Years ago, it would have.

Probably.)

Now now – I know, I know. You love your money. Of course you love your money! Money is great and it must be protected at all costs.

[An image of yourself, standing tall and powerful, laughing maniacally over a pile of green bills. A Dib-worm lays dead at your feet, limbs tangled together like puppet with its strings cut. It’s clear that the Dib is dead, because there is a puddle of human life force spreading around him and he has x’s for eyes – oh, and his tongue is sticking out of his mouth. Like a fool.] 

Behold! You can hire me, ZIM, to take out this – thorn in your collective side. I have information about this man that no one else does – connections across this pathetic – this perfect planet that only I can utilize. 

And thus concludes my presentation on the greatest threat to the world econ-o-me. Thank you.

(You step down from your platform. The humans mumble among themselves, whispering behind their hands as you walk away. 

You know one of them will be contacting you, soon.)

[whenthewallfell]

Haymitch Abernathy the retired bounty hunter and reluctant homesteader who would really like everything to just not right now

[taffywabbit]

i have lots of flaws but i do at least take a fair amount of comfort knowing that, if i were a customer NPC in a fast food/retail management game, i would be one of the chill early-level ones that can wait a super long time before they start getting impatient, and you breathe a sigh of a relief when you see them show up in a harder level

[molathesunfish]

assorted lcb art

[lemotmo]

Okay 911 fandom...

I feel like I've been very nice about this before and I always figured it would all just disappear after a while, but this insane Ryan Guzman hatred is getting out of hand. And frankly? It is pissing me off!

So, let's get something very clear here:

This whole concept some people have in their head that Ryan is the reason why Buddie won't ever go canon? IT IS WRONG!

The man has screamed Buddie from the beginning. He came up with the name for Christ's sake. Just because some of you only joined the fandom after 7x04, doesn't mean you get to shit on this guy. You don't know the lore or the history. So shut up!

This idea that Ryan is a bad actor and he is botching up his scenes with Oliver, because Oliver clearly plays Buck as in love with Eddie?

Again... WROOOONG!

Buck is sooo much further on the Buddie path than Eddie is. All he has time for right now is his son! Ryan is NOT going to play Eddie smitten with Buck, because he isn't there yet in the narrative. He obviously cares deeply for Buck though and we see it in everything Ryan puts into his acting. He is obviously a talented actor and artist. So again... SHUT UP!

If I see any of you threaten the man over a fucking fictional ship on a TV-show? I will report you on whichever platform you are on and I'll make sure that everyone knows who you are so they can block you accordingly. Are you insane?! You cannot threaten people for doing their job.

And NO! Nobody is going to recast Eddie because you have it in your stupid little ignorant dumb minds that the man is a misogynist, a sexist, a racist, a terrible father (ARE YOU CRAZY! YOU CANNOT CALL A MAN YOU DO NOT KNOW A BAD FATHER! WHAT HAVE YOU BEEN SMOKING!?) and a whole other slew of things that are simply made up in your own head!

He made one single mistake a loooong time ago. He admitted that he was in a very dark place around that time. He even talked about trying to take his own life at a certain point. How much more honesty do you need?

After that mistake he apologised and he has obviously worked really hard to become a better guy. We can hear that in every interview he does. Stop spreading the narrative that people can't be forgiven after they apologise. What age are you? Four??? Of course people can be forgiven. It's called growth. This insane cancel-culture that has been growing rampant for the last couple of years has gone to all of your heads. Wake up and SHUT UP!

Stop these ridiculous claims and please do everyone a favour! Move on to another fandom where miserable people like you are welcome.

For years now this fandom has been a great place to be in. I love it here! But I've had it with the insane hate-campaigns against a guy just doing his job.

I won't even go into the insane Eddie hate I have seen lately.

This has got to stop!

I am still not a Ryan stan, but I am a decent human being and admirer of his work. So whatever has been going on lately? It is NOT right and we should all shout that from the top of our lungs.

If anyone is reading this and recognises themselves in what I have written here? Please step outside, touch grass, look at the sky and if you are following me? Kindly unfollow me. Thank you.

If anyone is reading this and feels the same way? Feel free to follow. I promise that I don't often make posts like this. I try to spread the fandom positivity as much as I can. So expect lots of that here.

Can we now just go back to enjoying what is really important here? Buddie is about to go canon. Let's celebrate and have fun! We've been waiting years for this. This is our time.

[wukyma]

Can you elaborate on that silly AU of yours ? 👉🏻👈🏻 (the one about polites and poseidon changing each others)

(it was indeed silly in the beginning. now it's heartbreaking and I have no one to blame except myself)

Part 1 is here, finally ✨ also forgive my little human weakness for unrequited love, I've been listening to Open Arms on loop

The action starts right after Troy is conquered – they went to lotus eaters' island (⬆️ those scenes) and blinded Polyphemus. Polites survives (yay!) then Poseidon shows up (not yay). When Odysseus' half baked apology doesn't work Poli steps in,,, let's say Poseidon is intrigued and proposes an interesting deal (mostly because he wants to see them fail miserably and maybe amuse himself in the process)

I've got a whole plan written for this AU trust!!

Can you tell that I have no idea what I'm doing? I've never actually illustrated any lengthy ideas of mine so this one's running on pure intuition and enthusiasm; if u have any questions feel free to ask!

[fieldofheathers-stuff]

When Death Comes, It Will Have Your Eyes

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ANGST! ANGST FOR MY FELLOW THRANTO SHIPPERS!!!!

I can't remember where I read it first, but the concept of Eli taking Rukh's place as Thrawn's assassin in the new canon is an idea that both fascinates and horrifies me. So, uh... yeah, this drawing is the result of me pondering this absolutely horrendous scenario, which hopefully will never come true.

Anyway. The title comes from a beautifully haunting poem by Italian poet Cesare Pavese (Verrà la morte e avrà i tuoi occhi), which I leave you here in the English translation I found on this website:

When Death Comes, It Will Have Your Eyes

When death comes, it will have your eyes- This death that is always with us, From morning till evening, sleepless, Deaf, like an old remorse Or some senseless bad habit. Your eyes Will be an empty word, A stifled cry, a silence; The way they appear to you each morning, When you lean into yourself, alone, In the mirror. Sweet hope, That day we too shall know That you are life and you are nothingness.

For each of us, death has a face. When death comes, it will have your eyes. It will be like quitting some bad habit, Like seeing a dead face Resurface out of the mirror, Like listening to shut lips. We’ll go down into the vortex in silence.

-Cesare Pavese (1950)

[inloveinsickness]

tw: brief mentions of violence, guns & death

at your caliber, disarming someone was easy. killing? even easier. both were a product of your training. but now that you're staring down the target you're supposed to eliminate with the bag finally off his head, why can't you pull the trigger? why is it for the first time in years, your hands tremble when it matters the most?

because the one looking back at you, whose forehead rests against the barrel of the gun that he gave you, died years ago. iwaizumi hajime was supposed to be dead, six feet under, years ago, in a mission objective gone wrong. what is he doing here?

[ceruark]

it's better to burn than to be replaced (pt. 1/2)

synopsis: yandere! alexis ness x reader who is kinda into it (just him… for now) words: 930 cw: general yandere themes - stalking, obsessive behavior. implied nsfw, but no smut. MDNI. notes: implied one-sided kainess. a/n: happy birthday to my babygirl

alexis ness, who finds you after kaiser transfers to re al.

at the time, you’d both told yourselves it would be a one-time fling; just a way for you to destress after exams or work or whatever is plaguing you lately, and just something to distract him from the hollowness in his chest, the aching pain from losing the person he’d held at the center of his universe for countless years. all things considered, it’s a good deal for both of you— he’s always eager to please, and you have a tendency to be more than just a bit affectionate during sex (even if it is only supposed to be just one night), and so you both leave that hotel room the next morning feeling satisfied.

it’s… nice, he thinks, to have been able to fall asleep and cuddle with someone after being intimate with them. to wake up and feel someone holding him back, to be met with a smiling face (even if you are just being polite and trying not to make things awkward). it’s nice to share a meal with someone, to have someone compliment him on his feats in his career, and even go as far as to ask about his life outside of football. (even if it's all just in the name of small talk— you’re not actually into him, it’s just a one-time thing, he knows. he knows.)

it’s so nice that, against your previously agreed upon terms and his better judgment, he asks to see you again. and again. and one more time after that— this is the last time, he swears. he always swears it is— but every time you hold him tenderly, kiss him gently, make sure he’s also being satisfied and not just using him for your own pleasure, he feels his resolve rapidly unravel between your fingertips, burning hot where they trail along his skin.

and yet, you agree. time and again, you agree to meet up with alexis, until it becomes part of your weekly routine to spend friday nights in bed with him and saturday mornings working through the long list of breakfast spots around munich you’ve been meaning to try for months now. at some point, he stops asking if he can see you again, and instead moves on to asking if it’s going to be at your place or his.

at some point, when he wasn’t paying attention, that feverish feeling settled beneath his skin again. it’s something he hasn’t felt in months— something kaiser had taken with him when he left. gone is the dull ache within his chest, now replaced by the desperate need to know where you are, what you’re up to, who you’re thinking about. (him, right? are you thinking about him at least half as much as he’s thinking about you?)

it’s decidedly worse this time, worse than whatever infatuation he had with kaiser that said man was exploiting every step of the way. it’s worse because you actually accept his admiration and affection— and what’s more, you return it tenfold, reciprocate his love and make him feel lighter than he’s ever felt in his life. you’re finally giving it to him, this thing that he’s craved for so long, and that’s probably why he clings to you so tightly, his embrace always a little too tight, somewhere near suffocating.

but you’re not stupid. no, you noticed early on in your arrangement that personal belongings of yours started to vanish soon after the first few times you allowed alexis to spend the night at your place. you know the weight of his gaze on your shoulders all too well, for it’s there any time he’s not maintaining the rigorous routine of a professional football player, at times you know he shouldn’t be anywhere near you. you’ve poked at his phone while he was in the bathroom, and you’ve seen the thousands of photos of you stored in a locked folder on his phone, with your birthday as the passcode.

but you can’t help the flattery you feel from it, the thrill you get from knowing his obsession with you knows no bounds. you’re definitely messed up in your own right for being so into it, for not minding the twisted attention he gives you, but you think it’s fine. it’ll be alright, because you genuinely do love and care for him, and you’re not planning on getting rid of him anytime soon.

it’s bliss, and after five months, as you lay in his arms on yet another saturday morning, you sleepily ask him if he wants to make this thing between you two official. five months soon turn into nine, then into a year, and before he knows it, your three year anniversary is on the horizon. thankfully, it’s about two weeks after the season ends, so he’s guaranteed the time off. he’s planned a nice trip to italy for the two of you, and he thinks the ring box tucked away in his desk drawer will make a nice end to it.

he’s been on cloud nine with you the past few years, experiencing life in a way he never has before. if it wasn’t normal for him now, he would think it all too good to be true— sometimes, he still worries it is, but then he returns to your shared apartment and gets to melt in your waiting arms after practice, and he knows he’s being anxious over nothing. this perfect, precious thing he’s found is real and it’s his, and nothing could possibly ruin it.

…right?

[love-triangles-au]

Exploring the idea of Euclideans going through moults. I think I kind of love it. I imagine it's utterly humiliating for a proud guy like Bill to be looking so ridiculous (and with his shape so uneven!!) so extra angst potential too

But, y'know, had to add his boyfriend being endeared by his ugly-cuteness and squish. I always love petting my snake after she sheds, her colors get so vibrant too :]c

He looks so disgusting and naked I almost feel like I should be tagging it as nudity he's so gross. If I saw that damn thing in my living room I'd stomp on it until it was a small brown stain

~ Mod Emily 🦇

[pettyprocrastination]

I'm sorry to the gang but I think initially Aemond is a bad lover.

Like, to actually think about it.

His first ever sexual interaction is with a prostitute twice his age that he was coerced into by his older brother, and it seems like he's never seen that woman again until season one when he returned to the brothel in search of aegon hence her speaking on how much he's grown since she last saw him which he seemed visibly uncomfortable within.

It's likely that his interaction with Sylvie was his first and only sexual interaction.

Which means that when he married you and it comes time to consummate your marriage and try for an heir. The sex is...less than ideal.

It's methodical and routine. Your husband above you rutting into you until he cums and then some because the maestro said his seed must "settle" for a child to take hold.

In his mind, sex is done out of obligation and dedication. It's an expectation for a man of a noble house to sire a son to continue the name. And what does he know of pleasure? The vile whispers his brother croons with no intention other than to see his younger brother uncomfortable? The prostitute he laid with before he was even a man himself? Those situations did nothing but make his skin crawl- it's no wonder that his sex is nothing further than noble obligation to his wife and his lineage.

It's less than an issue in your eyes until a knight tasked with standing guard by your door each night speaks I'll of the prince to his brothers in arms.

It spreads like wildfire before the day is even finished. What was once gentle ribbing between men in arms became vile wishes towards you- the dragon prince's wife. Conversation of how it's "a damn shame to let a pretty little thing like her go to waste" and how if they had their chance they'd show you how a proper man lays with a woman.

And maybe one idiotic son of a lord brought into the kingsguard, egged on by too much wine and the racacous laughter of his brethren jests that perhaps one night he'll slip into your room and show you how a proper man fucks when your husband is a way.

"Let the cyclops ride his dragon if it means the princess will ride mine."

Unfortunate for him that our husband happened to be entering the training yard just in time to hear his promise to his brothers in arms.

Now the thing with Aemond is that he's deeply prideful, but also so, so, so desperate for approval. He's spent his entire life chasing it and getting so little in return. His mother was insistent on what makes a good husband- loyalty, dedication, listening to ones wife unlike the way he watched his father wave away her concerns all throughout his childhood. He was adamant about being the proper husband in every strict tradition and stiff display of affection he offered you-

but nobody helped him with sex. So to learn through the vile words of some idiotic guards that he has left his wife wanting becomes the only thought in his mind and must be rectified.

You've only just begun your day when your husband slips into your room, telling whoever is stationed by your door to leave as he locks it behind him before standing before you, hands twitching and eye looking anywhere in the room but you.

So nervous, like a little boy all over again.

When you ask him gently what's wrong he does not hide it from you.

"I have left you wanting, haven't I?"

You let out an incredulous laugh, so taken aback by the blunt question you don't know what would be an appropriate response.

To say he hasn't would be a lie.

To say he has could harm his ego, further spurring his rage.

Instead, you gently cup his face where a pale hand envelopes your own.

"Most men do not concern themselves with the comfort of their wife."

Your blaise response hurts more than saying yes.

"I am not most men."

Your husband, the crown prince and rider of a generations old war hardened beast, looks at you with eager eyes and tells you- asks you to show him how you wish to be touched.

How to fuck you.

You spend the night In his arms, gentle guiding him on where you wish to be kissed, bitten, and licked. How to hold you, where to touch and how hard. Your husband is a receptive one, content to go for hours upon hours until your legs are trembling and there are tears in your eyes because once he learned the utter euphoria of seeing your sing his name in the breathy moan there was nothing he desired more in this wretched world to hear it again and again and again.

When you do finally rest, bodies slick with sweat and exhaustion creeping through your veins, you find yourself wrapped in his arms and his head tucked into the crook of your shoulder. He says nothing about siring a child, or the maestros advice, but simply kisses the spot just beneath your ear before letting himself slowly drift into a deep sleep, the first moment within your marriage that he is truly relaxed in your presence.

The next morning his family is kind enough to say nothing of the bite marks lining your neck as you eat breakfast, just as they are mindful to not ask of the head that once belonged to a member of the kings guard that now belonged on a spike before the castle walls.

[wkomd]

Ralph Macchio as Daniel LaRusso

in The Karate Kid pt.II, dir. John G. Avildsen (1986)

[befuddledcinnamonroll]

I know I Promise I Will Come Back is going to get very little attention with all the big shows airing right now, but this is such a charming little show.

You get a 37-year-old actor playing the lead (though the character is younger).

TK is also the screenwriter/director (along with Shinedan, who plays a side character), and you can feel the love he's put into this project. He even named his character after himself.

You get the Hsia twins, for anyone who adored them in History: MODC like I did. So far we've just had Hsia En, but he's doing a fantastic job as Victor.

And TK clearly knows, if you get the Hsia twins, you're gonna show off the Hsia twins, as we get almost 2 full minutes of Victor showering in the latest episode. It was hilarious.

The conversations between them are both realistic and funny, as they navigate Victor's basic Thai, and their limited English.

The chemistry is solid. They have similar senses of humor off the bat, and you can really sense their growing feelings for each other as they spend time connecting and playing.

I think Victor might get the award for most injuries to your love interest in a 24-hour period? But his horror at doing so was perfectly captured.

And yes, there's clearly going to be angst later in this series, but there's so many more layers to it than that. It's genuinely funny, with lots of sweet little moments.

But the best part - TK's goal in making this is to promote tourism in his hometown province of Phrae, Thailand.

As someone who adores learning about history, culture, and travel, I really loved watching TK and Victor wandering around these historical and cultural sights. This was clearly made with intention and care.

I already know there will be posts popping up in the tags of the "this has no plot" variety, but as always - it does. It's just not in any rush, and has a lot to show us along the way.