#bohemic

[baltharino]

To Wong Foo, Thanks for Everything! Julie Newmar (1995)

[sillysiluriforme]

what was tomoe up to during the ‘la bohème’ era? 👀

im sorry malala i fucking hate engineering school

[jupiterovprsten]

Potpećka pećina, Užice

[antlered-vixen]

A young Arafinwë (Finarfin), living in Alqualondë and wearing Telerin corals. In my headcanons, the Vanyar are loosely "central Asian", hence the mixed features on him and my Fingolfin.

[logray]

Patrick Swayze, Wesley Snipes, and John Leguizamo in: TO WONG FOO, THANKS FOR EVERYTHING! JULIE NEWMAR 1995 | dir. Beeban Kidron

[daydaydayrk420]

Nesting

Peter Hale X male reader

⚠️top male reader, bottom Peter Hale, heat season, breeding, m! pregnancy as a joke!!!!!! The bonus ending is obviously a joke, if you don't think it's funny it's a funny matter ⚠️

🚨 minor's and girls do not interact 🚨

Nesting.

Y/n is in the hospital. His shift ends in about two hours or so. But he doesn't mind. He's with Melissa McCall! The best coworker one could ask for.

Wolves nest for many reasons.

"Have you heard that Peter Hale has found someone who loves him?" Melissa asks y/n. "So I've heard." He nods.

"Maybe this will make him open up to being a better guy." She said as she checked her paperwork

For one. Nest building is performed in order to provide sufficient shelter.

Y/n's phone sends him an alert that someone is in his house.

He doesn't hesitate and checks the cameras.

It's just Peter in the kitchen making a sandwich.

Y/n brushes it off and puts his phone away again.

Two. Nesting is also performed to provide comfort to arriving offsprings.

An hour has passed and y/n only checked on one patient during that hour. Tonight is quite boring. Barely any patients.

But Peter is not having such a calm night.

But when it comes to werewolves. They nest for one more reason.

Peter's mind has been fuzzy all day. He's afraid to sit! He doesn't want his pants to soak through with slick that he physically can't stop.

They make nests with their mate's clothes. So they're surrounded by their scent.

Peter mutters to himself as he wolfs down another sandwich and marches towards y/n's bedroom.

The moment he enters the faster he grabs any clothes his eyes lay on.

Werewolves nest to mate.

No he doesn't nest.

Why would he nest?

He's Peter Hale!

He'd never nest!

To breed.

Finally, y/n has made it home. But because of his human senses. He doesn't notice how heavy the smell of rut and slick is in his house.

Peter is naked, sweaty, and panting as he has his face buried in y/n's shirt that he slept in last night.

Peter is too focused on the scent surrounding him to notice that the man he's yearning for is standing in the doorway.

"Smells nice?" Y/n asked as a joke. Peter practically jumps out of his skin and stares at y/n with wide eyes.

"Finally you're home." He growled and yanked at y/n's shirt, causing the human to fall face flat into the bed.

Said human doesn't have the time to react before his shirt is torn to pieces. "Peter-" His words get cut off by the wolf as he yanks him up the bed and flips him onto his back.

Y/n feels like a ragdoll. "Peter-" He is yet again interrupted by the werewolf. This time it's because Peter tore y/n's pants off. "Peter!"

Y/n snapped in anger. That finally got the Hale to stop and look at him in surprise. Y/n takes a deep breath to calm down.

"Peter." The human starts off, trying to stay calm as best as possible. "What are you doing." His voice betrays the clear frustration he's feeling.

Peter looks down, looking like a scolded puppy. Y/n looks around and notices the nest of his clothes on the bed. "Oh."

Y/n calms down. Peter's in heat. That's why he's acting like this. He sits up and reaches out to cup the Hale's cheek. "You're in heat uh." He murmured as he pulled Peter closer. The wolf nods with a slight pout. He hates being vulnerable. But at the moment, he couldn't care less how y/n sees him.

"And you came here for me to help you through it?" The human asks to confirm. He and Peter haven't been together for a long time. They're getting to their first anniversary. He knew that Peter was a werewolf. But he's never seen him in heat. So this is very important to y/n because it shows him that Peter trusts him during his worst time of the year.

Peter nods. He knows that y/n probably won't have the libido to keep up with a werewolf in heat but this is now more than just a heat. It's time for them to bond. Literally.

Y/n gently kisses Peter and pulls him into his lap. "I'll try to please you as best as i can darling." He purred and kissed down Peter's neck.

Y/n gives Peter a gentle kiss before he removes the remains of his clothing.

Once he's finally matching Peter's nudity he carefully lays him in the middle of the bed.

The wolf whines and tries to grab at his lover's hair to tug him closer. To no avail. Y/n is faster and grabs Peter's hands to pin them by his head. "You'll get what you need Peter. Just not yet. I want to savor you."

And savor he does. The human takes his time to memorize and admire every inch of skin and sometimes fur. No not body hair. Fur.

When it comes to Peter and body hair he's smooth as babies butt. Only when he's in his werewolf form, that's when some fur comes out.

Which is what's happening now. Poor Peter can barely control his body let alone control his shift.

Y/n will definitely have to be careful of the man's claws.

The wolf whines yet again. He's so impatient. But he wants to be good. Good for his boyfriend. Good for his mate. Good for his y/n.

Y/n gives a comforting kiss to the wolf's chest, but he's not done admiring him. It's not like the men haven't slept together yet. But tonight is different.

"You can touch. But be careful. I can't heal if you cut me wrong." Y/n said with a firm tone with the underlay of adoration. He doesn't mind being marked. But it can get too rough.

The wolf doesn't hesitate and immediately grabs onto his lover's hair. "Please mate me." He pleaded.

Peter hates feeling so weak, so vulnerable. But in front of y/n he can't help but feel only that.

"How do I mate you?" It's not that y/n Doesn't know about mating but it's not like he's ever done it. And if Peter wants to mate, then y/n wants to do it right.

"Bite me. Hard. Draw blood. Here" Peter can only speak so little. He tilts his head to the side and points right where his scent gland is.

The human nods and peppers that spot with kisses. He also gives it a lick here and there.

He's not sure about what he's doing. He's hesitating. Should I bite Peter? Is it a good idea? Do I want to be mated with a werewolf that everyone around him seems to hate? We've only been together for a year. Is this right? Should i-

Y/n's thoughts are interrupted by another high-pitched and impatient whine from the man under him. That's all he needs for those thoughts to slip away as he grazes his teeth against skin.

That causes Peter to howl with desperation.

The human had a hard time holding his climax back. He could cum right then and there from a simple desperate howl.

He finally gives it and gives his best strength into the bite. Y/n bites even harder and let's out a loud hiss when he feels his flesh on his back get pierced by sharp claws.

Peter arched his back so beautifully. If only y/n could see that. But all he can do is hear the loud howl of pleasure that fills the room.

Peter howls as if y/n was the moon itself. His claws dig deep into his lover's, no, mate's, back. He feels blood dripping down his neck and y/n's back. He wants to stop. To apologize to his poor human mate, who will literally be scared for his life because of him. But all he can do is whine and wrap his legs around his mate with the desperate need to hold him close.

Eventually, y/n pulls off once he thinks it's safe. His chin is covered in crimson that matched Peter's finger tips.

He lifts himself up onto his hands to look down at his now mate only to be met with Peter's werewolf face that's twisted into the biggest puppy eyes y/n has ever seen him have.

Not only that, but those puppy eyes have the most upfront passion and desperation Peter could possibly ever contain inside his cold heart.

Peter takes a gentle hold of y/n's face. Neither of them speaks. They don't need to speak. They know what they want. What they need.

Y/n licks his bloodied lips and leans down to gently kiss the wolf underneath him.

Peter wraps his arms around his mate's head. Needing him close more than ever. He can feel y/n blindly searching for the condoms they keep under their pillows because the nightstand is too far.

The wolf grabs the human's wrist. "No...no condom... please..." His voice is barely above a whisper. His tone was pleading and desperate. Y/n nods and kisses the man before him again.

He lines up, knowing that Peter is more than wet and stretched enough, considering his heat and need.

Peter's legs wrap around y/n's hips tighter. The realization they're about to bond as mates for their first time is overwhelming.

But not as overwhelming as the feeling of y/n's tip grazing on his oversensitive walls.

The man in heat mewls loudly and grips the human man's hair with a vice grip. He breaks the kiss only to moan against the other's lips as he meets his thrusts.

They share their air, their sounds, their saliva as their lazily touch tongues here and there instead of proper kisses.

Their bodies move in a symphony. Their moans synchronize into a love field melody.

Y/n holds his body up with one elbow while he lets his free hand roam over and map the man beneath him.

No words were spoken. Only sounds of pleasure as they hold each other through their ascend to cloud nine.

Peter has never felt so satisfied so soon during a heat. It only fuels his mind to believe that this time he has chosen right. That he's mated the right one.

Y/n can tell by the way Peter's breath hitches and the way his thighs twitch that he's close.

But y/n doesn't rush. He wants to draw out Peter's climax as much as he can the right way. Considering that he's also reaching his climax, it doesn't take very much stimulation for them to grip onto each other's flesh with a bruising grip before they paint themselves white.

Peter paints his and y/n's belly white, while y/n paints Peter white from the inside.

But their thrusts don't slow as they draw out every remaining pleasure they can before y/n collapses on top of the wolf.

Peter holds the human to his chest like his life depends on it. Their chests move in synchronized breathing as they calm down from the intense pleasure.

They both silently agree to rest before another round. If another round will even be needed.

Y/n waits for Peter to fall asleep first before he lets his eyes fall shut, and sleep takes over his mind.

They both slept like the dead. A satisfied grin covers both of their faces as they hold each other with care.

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Bonus ending

Nesting.

Peter has been sick. Which is concerning. How can a werewolf be sick?

Wolves nest for many reasons.

Y/n is clueless about this.

Sure, Peter let y/n see him in his weakest state, but seeing him sick?

Makes him sick. Ironic, isn't it?

But Peter knows what's going on and it terrifies him.

To provide sufficient shelter.

As y/n finally puts the remaining nested clothes into the washing machine he groans with relief.

It took him weeks to fully wash out the clothes that were ruined during the nesting and mating.

Y/n decided he'd clean up the bathroom while he was already here.

There's not much to clean. Just to take out the trash.

As y/n gets to the bin and grabs the bag he notices a "what the-"

To provide comfort to an arriving offspring.

"Peter Hale!" Y/n yelled into Peter's apartment. He's utterly confused. Filled with anger? Worry? Betrayal?

Peter walks into the living room to see y/n with a mix of emotions on his face and something in his hand.

Y/n hears him and turns to him. He lifts up the pregnancy test, about to yell at the werewolf in front of him and accuse him of cheating with a woman but he immediately freezes.

Peter stands there confused holding his slightly rounded belly. It's not visible. Well, it is to y/n because Peter is shirtless, and his abs aren't showing like always.

"I see you found my pregnancy test," Peter said calmly even though his heart was doing flips with anxiety.

"What the fuck"

[oracularvernacular]

rafayel opera singer headcanons (+ music links!)... from an opera singer who kins him!!! (me)

𝘕𝘰𝘸 𝘐 𝘢𝘮 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘧𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘢�� 𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘯'𝘴 𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘶𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘪𝘯 𝘪𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘈𝘈𝘈𝘎𝘌𝘚, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘙𝘢𝘧𝘢𝘺𝘦𝘭 𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘮𝘦 𝘪𝘳𝘭 𝘐 𝘧𝘦𝘢𝘳, 𝘴𝘰 𝘐 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘐 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘮𝘶𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘺 >:)

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~ Rafayel definitely sings "Vesti la Giubba" (dramatic aria from a mini opera called Pagliacci, in which a depressed jealous clown gets cheated on by his wife) in the shower whenever there is ANY minor inconvenience in his life. RIIIIIDIIII PAGLIACCO!!!!! SOMETHING SOMETHING SOMETHING SOMETHING?!?!?!?

~ His dream role is Rusalka from the Dvorjak opera (basically, little mermaid but cooler), but he's a man and that pisses him off so he sings a pitched down version of her aria at concerts

~ Actually, he sings pitched down female arias a lot- his take on Rosina's aria from Barber of Seville was a HIT!!! (using the og pitch Maria Callas recording here which is my fave and his, duh!)

~ He's homies with the prompters and waves hello down to them at every rehearsal!

~ IK this ho knows all of the adult chorus women tea. and boy when I tell you there is a lot like these are the pettiest people you will ever see and he is HERE FOR IT. certified girlypop shittalker zest fest.

~ Ironically considering Marcello's the painter character in La Boheme, our boy Raffy Taffy here is a VEEEERY sought after Rodolfo, and he sings "Che Gelida Manina" to MC to help her/you fall asleep :) (obvi way calmer than here) He also sings Song to the Moon from Rusalka to help her sleep but that one's already linked heehee

~ He's concerningly obsessed with Maria Callas. Because of course he is. The same way she was obsessed with Audrey Hepburn, he's obsessed with her. Painted her like fifty times but never showed any of the portraits to the public because he "had not done her justice, could never do her justice, leave me alone." Owns every single CD. All of the recordings by heart, watched the documentaries more than 20 times. Lowkey copies the way she sings sometimes. When I tell you he's not normal about her I mean he is NOT, that's his idol right there that's his opera oshi. And ykw?!?!? ME TOO BRO. ME TOO

~ He's like fifteen minutes late minimum to every rehearsal but keeps getting hired because he's just that good. And also he's hot and famous so he keeps the audiences coming and the money rolling in.

~ Look me in my resplendent orbs and tell me that twink doesn't blow kisses to the audience at curtain call. Because I know he does.

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hell yeah

[marography]

"Let's spend this weekend alone, hand-in-hand, in Paris."

[lets-go-every-witchway]

Prague, Czechia

[baltharino]

To Wong Foo, Thanks for Everything! Julie Newmar (1995)

[mybohemianhouse]

[jupiterovprsten]

Rijeka, Hrvatska

[vinyls-and-valentines]

I do think that a good chunk of killjoys are long-time sufferers of "if I don't make art I'll die" disease, but also I think amongst that demographic there's and even more niche, more annoying sub-demographic made up of people who treat art as solely a political statement and constantly get in shit with other crews/runners over disregarding Zone common sense or coming up with the most batshit insane and specific unwritten rules no one can really be assed to understand or even take the time of day to consider

[selin-n]

Hepimiz de başkalarına katlanacak güç vardır...!🦋

Kime ne emanet ettiysek, ya kırdı, ya da kaybetti. Anladım ki emanete en güzel bakan "ALLAH" idi....!

Bir zamanların en sevdiğim şarkısı__🎶

[an-au-blog]

Sanji looking at the beautiful new grand piano and playing out a lazy tune from his childhood. He didn't sit down to play, just casually, one hand in pocket, singular notes. Much to his surprise, Brook called for him, saying something along the lines of "Oh how wonderful, you play, play some more!"

Sanji denied playing. Saying it was just that his mother used to play and this was one of her favorite songs. He learned to play at the Baratie because he felt the lyrics and melody got him closer to her.

Now Brook was even more insistent on Sanji playing the song. And finally, he obliged. He sat down and started playing the beginning of the most heart-wrenchingly sad song Brook had heard. He quickly picked up on the song and grabbed his violin. The melody filled the ship, the rest of the crew gathered one by one around the door. But no one wanted to interrupt so they just sat there, listening behind the closed door.

And then Sanji started singing something in a foreign language. No one really knew what it was about but it sounded so solemn and melancholic that they could all guess it wouldn't be appropriate to ask.

[moncoeurestatoimonamour]

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