#but i couldn't get this out of my head

[coloursofhappiness]

[icequeenabby]

ehehehe trick or treat!!

You get all my candy.

[thelittlestspider]

jackie and laura gossiping and painting each other's nails during date night.

[rimeoverreason]

@restlesstigris

He stared, fixated, at the singular bullet hole that now decorated the wall of his bedroom. Surrounded by the still-fresh tint of blood spatter it was like a macabre halo heralding his new freedom. A clean shot through the head, Coriolanus had been awake when it happened and the stunned look upon her face was one he had never seen before and would likely never see again. He'd sworn off handling guns personally -- traceable, detectable -- but he could only tip his head to the skill of those snipers.

And to think they didn't believe him at first. But he was, of course, right about his suspicion.

His wife's body had been removed mere minutes after it hit the floor and as he waved his bare foot over where she'd lain he could still feel the slightest bit of warmth radiating up from the wood. That she'd come after him with a bread knife of all things almost made him chuckle. He'd told her she could leave but maybe this was the better outcome after all; there would be no risk of her talking now and he and his true family, his only family, were secure.

After wrapping his father's robe around him Coriolanus slipped out into the nearly dark hallway, lit only by dimmed wall sconces. His mind was still racing, trying to already formulate what he'd say about her disappearance. He would be asked, no doubt about that, but he had time to sort through it all later. Pausing by the door to his daughter's room he hovered his ear close to it. Not a stir. He would have to tell her something and he would. Something as close to the truth as he could make it. She could handle it . . . she was a Snow after all.

As he stepped back from the door he could hear a set of bare footfalls approach from around the corner and a silhouette floating into view. It was Tigris, holding a glass filled almost to the brim with water. Reaching out he cupped the bottom of the glass with his palm even though he didn't need to; she'd always had the steadiest hands of anyone he knew.

"Making sure you won't wilt?" He asked, lighthearted, as if it was just another evening as usual. Lightness and cautiousness was the odd mix that shifted through him and he studied her face intently as a small smile appeared on his own.

[frankensteins-mt-dew]

all those times Renslayer erased Mobius' memories, and she never let him forget that he couldn't prune a kid

[picturesofashe]

To combat the corruption that has spread throughout the Temple Knights, a vetting process was created for established knights. The Warrior of Light was gracious enough to aid their efforts, although his methodology has ended with some mixed results.

Textless version:

As well as some expressions:

[vanteaux]

Pride flag color picked from that one image in hbomberguy's plagiarism video

Edit: here's the version with more flags!

[izacore]

You remember Jane Austen? Yeah. I'm not gonna forget her in a hurry, am I? The brains behind the 1810 Clerkenwell Diamond Robbery. Brandy smuggler. Master spy. What a piece of work. She wrote books. Novels. Jane? Austen? Yes! Whoa, bit of a dark horse. Novels, eh? Yes. They were very good. Good Omens (2019-) || Pride and Prejudice (2005)

[p0ssym1lker]

Red Robin: Hi I'm-

Danny: I saw your spleen in the ghost zone

[seldompathic]

But it will

[prodigal-san]

pls send hoof pics 😘

[cellgatinbo]

they're just a little bit awkward expressing their feelings sometimes

[andorerso]

I'm on the run with you, my sweet love [x]

[chronicowboy]

His breakup with Marisol is about as unremarkable as the rest of their relationship. There's no catastrophic muffin mess in his kitchen or divorce papers. Just a quiet I don't think this is working out, I'm sorry. Marisol hadn't even cried. She'd just nodded like she'd been waiting for it and left, didn't even need to grab anything from the house before she went and really that just reassured Eddie that this was the right choice.

So, his breakup with Marisol is unremarkable, except that it's not. It's pretty fucking remarkable when he thinks about it because it's not just that they weren't working out, not just that he really didn't care about spending time with her, not just the clench in his gut every time she touched him. No. It's pretty fucking remarkable because he realises he's in love with his best friend.

That's what pushes him over the edge, gives him the last kick he needs to actually break things off with her. Because Eddie may have sworn himself to secrecy about it the moment he realised, but he could never string someone along just because he couldn't have the real someone he wanted.

It's a fucking revelation once he has it. Not a ton of bricks, but the sun peeking out from behind the clouds on the greyest of days, bright and blinding. And the way Eddie has always thought of Buck in terms of sunshine maybe should have tipped him off sooner, but with the way Buck has been beaming over the past few weeks. Well. Eddie doesn't really think he can be blamed for only just taking his sunglasses off and daring to look directly at the light.

And, okay, so Eddie maybe makes it a full week before he decides his self-sworn secrecy absolutely is not a viable option when Buck walks through life now like a drop of sunshine in human form. It's after Buck leaves the Diaz house, walking out from a day of giggles and joy at the go-kart track they'd finally managed to convince Chris to be seen with them at, leaving behind a cosy heat like sun-warmed skin, that Eddie realises he cannot go another day without telling Buck that he's desperately, deeply in love with him.

And so, that's how Eddie finds himself at Buck's door on a random Sunday morning, knocking for the first time since Natalia waltzed out of the picture. Buck opens it a few moments later looking perfectly sleep-rumpled and soft and downright golden where he's backlit by the early morning sunlight pooling in the loft.

"Eddie," Buck breathes out, eyes darting up the stairs before refocusing on Eddie and what must be the most hopelessly lovesick expression painted across his face. "H-hey, what are you doing here?"

"I, um." Eddie takes a deep breath, suddenly nervous, and wipes his clammy palms on his jeans. "I wanted to talk to you about something. Now a good time?" And Buck must hear the slightly shaky steel in his voice because the surprise on his face morphs into a concern so quintessentially Buck that Eddie just wants to kiss it away.

"Y-yeah, of course, come on in." Buck holds the door open for him, and Eddie migrates to the fridge as Buck closes the door with the gentlest touch. "So, um, what's up?"

"I..." Eddie swallows against the heart in his throat, loses himself in the shining blue of Buck's eyes like an ocean he'd be more than happy to drown in. "I broke up with Marisol last week."

"Oh, Eddie." Buck slumps, and Eddie tries not to think that it looks a little like relief. "I'm so sorry, man. That sucks."

"No, no." Eddie waves him off with a laugh. "It's good. Was a long time coming actually." He shakes his head at himself. "I think I was dating her just to tick a box, you know? Realised you probably shouldn't be more excited about a phone call from your new buddy than one from your kinda long-term girlfriend. You definitely shouldn't be relieved when you see your best friend in the restaurant you're taking her to and disappointed when you realise he's just leaving."

And then, Buck blushes, ducks his head, does that little smile that could light up every house on South Bedford Street just like Eddie had been hoping for.

"Yeah." Buck looks up at him from under his lashes. "Probably not."

It bolsters Eddie. Buck's sunshine giving him that one last push he needs.

"There was something else I wanted to say," Eddie starts. And there isn't really any fear in him, knows they'll make it through this no matter what, just an overwhelming sense of peace to come. "I..." A deep breath, gathering all his love and devotion in his lungs so it's ready to pour out on his next inhale and—

A groan from upstairs has the words dying in his throat. A masculine groan. And then:

"Evan?"

"D-down here," Buck calls back.

Eddie can't take his eyes off the loft, stuck there like a car crash he can't look away from as a very shirtless Tommy Kinard appears at the top of the stairs and quickly blanches.

"Shit. Um..." He looks down at Buck in a panic.

Eddie finally manages to drag his eyes away from the very chiselled curveball that just hit him at a hundred miles per hour and finds Buck's face. Small, scared, shaken. He knows the feeling. And because he loves Buck, because of just how deeply he loves Buck, it's the easiest thing in the world to lock that love away and let his face crack into the most genuine of grins. Because if Tommy's been the thing making Buck shine like every fucking star in the sky, well Eddie will absolutely not be getting between them.

"You've been so happy," Eddie chokes out, still smiling.

"I have," Buck whispers.

"And I'm so happy for you." Eddie covers the distance between them in three long strides and pulls Buck into a hug so tight and clinging he's sure it's a confession in and of itself, but Buck only buries in deeper, taking shaky little breaths in the crook of Eddie's neck.

"Thank you," Buck murmurs into his skin. Eddie squeezes his eyes shut against the sudden rush of tears.

"Sorry you didn't get to tell me on your own terms," he murmurs back, letting Buck pull away, but lingering with a hand on his hip, on his shoulder. He should maybe be worried about what this could look like to Tommy who had basically never heard anything apart from rambles about Buck, except when he glances up the stairs, Tommy is nowhere to be seen.

"I was going to tell you," Buck rushes out. "I-I just wasn't sure how."

"That's okay," Eddie says. It's okay. It's okay. "Well, I'll stop gate-crashing for the... Second time?" He raises an eyebrow, and Buck flushes a pink Eddie will never ever get to taste. "Yeah, okay. That makes sense." He remembers the pure fear on Buck's face, the indecision on Tommy's and the sudden tightening of his own chest despite his smile. "I'll leave you guys to it." He clears his throat. "Kinard, if you hurt him, they'll never find your body," he shouts up the stairs.

"Copy that, Diaz," Tommy shouts back.

"I'm really proud of you, Buck." Eddie wraps him in another hug then, a quick thing, just one last touch before Eddie seals every desire away for good.

"Thanks, Eddie." Buck walks him to the door, eyes glistening with unshed tears, and Eddie wants to hug him again. Wants so badly it hurts. But if he hugs Buck again, he doesn't think he'll ever let go. "See you at work tomorrow."

"See you at work." Eddie prays Buck is too distracted to hear the wobble in his voice.

"Wait, sorry, what did you want to talk about?"

Eddie freezes on the threshold, the stutter of his heart painful like he's back in a suit store, and he catches himself on the doorframe with a shaking hand.

"It can wait."

[foldingfittedsheets]

[fantasiawandering]

The Skizzleman

There once was a ship in Cherry Bay The captain’s name was GeminiTay The salmon flopped as if to say “Oh blow that goat horn, blow” (huh)

Soon may the Skizzleman come To bring us sugar-sweet words and fun One day, when the fishing is done We'll take our rods and go

Gem cast out her line from shore When down on her a bobber bore The captain called “Grian!” and swore She’d lay that scoundrel low (huh)

Soon may the Skizzleman come To bring us sugar-sweet words and fun One day, when the fishing is done We'll take our rods and go

Before Gem had hit the water The reaper’s fate came up and caught her She led her crew to Pearl’s and fought her ‘Till Pearl fell below (huh)

Soon may the Skizzleman come To bring us sugar-sweet words and fun One day, when the fishing is done We'll take our rods and go

No line was cut, they did the deed The reapers’ rods were thusly freed They launched into the sky and squeed While others cheered below (huh)

Soon may the Skizzleman come To bring us sugar-sweet words and fun One day, when the fishing is done We'll take our rods and go

For forty streams or even more The Hermit pranks came to the fore Exploding chests and traps galore With breaks for fishing flow (huh)

Soon may the Skizzleman come To bring us sugar-sweet words and fun One day, when the fishing is done We'll take our rods and go

As far as I've heard, the fight's still on End crystals float and zombies spawn The Skizzleman makes his regular call To encourage the Hermits, Gem, and all (huh)

Soon may the Skizzleman come To bring us sugar-sweet words and fun One day, when the fishing is done We'll take our rods and go

Soon may the Skizzleman come To bring us sugar-sweet words and fun One day, when the mending book's won We'll take our rods and go