#for Once

[lil-gae-disaster]

This takes place before they get together btw! :3

Also inspiration for this was the message I put in the discord chat yesterday evening because those gay guys are eating my brain

[ @hamalicious-soup @papers-pamphlet @paradox-complex @imobsessedwiththeatre @schnitzelsemmerl @cacaobeans @doodle-bug-nightmares @almaprincess66 @potatosneevees ]

"Truly, Sir, I do not see the necessity of such services when I am well able to do such on my own." Such words were uttered with a laugh by none other than Jonathan Smith, who had the- ill?- fortune of sharing a tent with one peculiar Frederick Kenneth.

The reason for such protests was quite simple; Frederick had insisted on tying his tentmates cravat ever since he had done so once during their shared winter and Jonathans fingers had been too stiff by the cold to do such mundane task for himself. The blond man- of schottish heritage if he had guessed the accents origin right- had offered his services when he had seen the Englishman struggle.

Not only had Frederick been aiding Jonathan with his quite long hair, now he had been insisting on tying the mans cravat for months now, as it was late spring and nearing summer, he had no such necessity for such generous services. And yet, his protests were not genuine.

Such acts made the blue eyed man look at him, genuinely look at him, and Jonathan found he thrived under such given attention.

"Why, I do enjoy such tasks. They are of repetitive nature, much unlike a lot of things in life." Frederick begun to explain. "Such motions are calming, unlike life itself. I find enjoyment in them." He continued while his hands were expertedly repeating such motions, which he had yet to do on himself.

Thus, leaving part of his lightly freckled neck revealed.

Jonathan found fascination in the man before him, especially in the pattern that decorate his cheeks and nose, and now apparently also his neck, but by far lighter than the clear spots of stars on this mans handsome face.

"Much like blacksmithing, I suppose. The motion with the tools are repeated ones. And yet, they bring different results." Jonathan added as Frederick was pulling at the cravat to make it appear as orderly and proper as possible.

Frederick nodded in agreement, but did not add anything further on the topic of blacksmithing, instead opting to speak of his own profession. "You are right, but I had thought more of sewing. The motions are repeated, I cannot switch to another kind of stitch halfway through sewing two pieces of fabric together, and result in similar and yet different works." He said while he was loosening the cravat where it was too tight for Jonathan without the latter having to tell him.

This was what Jonathan appreciated about his tentmate; the slow mornings and the small acts of kindness that have proven to be just as pleasant for Frederick as they are for Jonathan. And such mundane discussions of life and their professions, as if they are two young men, yet unexperienced of life, talking greatly of how they would spend their lives doing what they enjoyed.

It was bizarre for him. Not even a decade ago, he was trapped under his father and fiancé, but now he is here, free, with a profession his family would have never approved of, and in the presence of another man doing tasks that might belong to a housewife. But Jonathan found himself opposing little to none of this arrangement.

Frederick seems to be satisfied with Jonathans cravat now and has taken to straighten his coat, his deep blue eyes never leaving the other man, his lip between his teeth in concentration. "Sir, I would like to ask of you to cease such abuse of your lips for we are provided with enough food for you to not need to eat them." Jonathan asked his tentmate in good humor and genuine concern. Said man let loose of his lip, which is already quite rough to look at, but the Englishman can tell the other mans teeth have not ceased to bite.

Frederick has finished nitpicking everything about Jonathans attire, accompanied with mutters of what he should seek to repair with his own thread and needle he took with him when he had joined, and looked Jonathan in the eyes with his intense gaze.

Oh lord how had Jonathan just wanted to reach to cradle this mans face, to hold all the intense emotions he may portray in his hands and to trace the star-filled nightsky this man was bearing on his face.

He wanted to run his fingers through this mans near golden mess of curls and hair. He wanted to tell him how much he meant to Jonathan and how much he would loathe should Frederick perish in battle or fall victim to the harsh winters.

He wished to make Frederick understand just how dearly he is regarded by many, but mostly he wished to tell Frederick how he felt, he wanted to pour his heart out while gazing into the intense and endless blue that seemed to be this mans eyes. He wanted to yell at the top of his lungs just how dearly he regards Frederick, how much this mans existence has kept him afloat when should he be sinking instead.

Frederick is the embodiment of sunshine, and Jonathan is the plants that need such to survive.

Jonathan does not know for how long he was lost in the other mans eternal blue, but he gets thrown out of the daze he finds himself in by Frederick breaking the eye contact, excused with a mutter of "I should move to get ready."

Jonathan nods in agreement, but he stays put. He feels he would leave a part of himself behind in this tent should he leave without his friend. This seems to not bother Frederick, for he is too busy searching his coat and cravat.

Once he had found such- his coat had been hiding under their shared cot and his cravat had made itself a home under Fredericks pillow- he hastily put them on and made a move to leave, but Jonathan halted him.

The blond man looked at him intensely with his eyes reflecting pure confusion. Jonathan said nothing, instead he moved to straighten Fredericks cravat and coat, much like the other man did with him. Perhaps it was just an action of camaraderie between them without any other intentions.

Jonathan did not achieve such a flawless result as Frederick, but yet as he stepped back to allow the man to have his space yet again, Jonathan discovered Frederick watching him wordlessly with a slight rose tint on his cheeks, unable to be hidden by the countless freckles that adored the mans face and seemed to add individuality to the universally human reaction of flattery and care.

Jonathan smiled and it took a great amount of restraint to not let any adoration he may hold for the man show in his eyes.

It seems he should not have reason to worry, since Fredericks only reaction was a darker flush of his cheeks and a hurried exit out of the tent.

Jonathan sighed. What was this game of feelings and friendships they were playing?

The Englishman did not ponder on such further and instead opted to follow his tentmate in a hurry to greet the new day they should be thankful for getting to experience, since death seems inevitable in such times where war is looming over them all, threatening to take their life every moment they spend on the battlefield.

[luxmoogle]

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[thejadecount]

To anyone who wants to talk shit about bad story/character development in Deadpool & Wolverine CAN SHUT THE FUCK UP! I CAME TO SEE 2 HOURS OF DEADPOOL MAKING META & SEX JOKES AND HAVING HOMOEROTIC TENSION WITH WOLVERINE AND MARVEL DELIVERED EXACTLY THAT

[conspicuous-clown-car]

infodumping autism time

[eiraeths]

After Ghost and Soap retire, and they’re looking at houses together, it occurs to Soap that he doesn’t know Ghost’s favorite color. He of course, has to find out and pesters Ghost about it. Ghost stares at him for a few quiet moments before saying blue. Soap may be stupid fucking smart, but there can be a lot of emphasis on the stupid when it comes to awareness of self. Their house ends up full of little blue accents. Ghost is delighted about this and Soap is a little embarrassed when he realizes, but he embraces it quickly.

[bonezoid]

haven't been here in a while have this nort from july

[foone]

"having weird kinks is fine, if you're a submissive. if you're a dom, though... that's problematic."

[basslinegrave]

when im waiting for a call i like to draw bunnies

[gothwineaunts]

Announcement re: the Nevermore Discord

The discord is shut down for construction during the week of 7/15. Joins have been paused (if you left the discord and could not get back in afterwards, chances are this is why), and will continue to be paused for this time. Eight new mods are being onboarded to the team, in addition to the three we had before. From this point forward, neither Red nor I will be involved with the server's moderation. During this week, the admin team will be implementing new rules and additional safety measures to ensure a better overall experience for users. Joins will be reinstated when the server opens back up. Thank you for your patience during this time, and I wish you all a wonderful rest of your day. Cheers, Flynn

[iamtheunicornwizard]

I literally never make anything but I saw this as a GF billford post and it made me think of my other favorite toxic old man ship

I'm not sorry

[casualheizouenjoyers]

random hsr texts

featuring: blade, march 7th, dan heng, himeko, welt, jing yuan, reader

warnings: reader is fem in march's but gn in everything else thats it. small nsfw joke and a kms joke in the last pic

a/n: omg piers posts smth?? shocker. half of these were stolen off of pinterest ngl.

[crowleyholmes]

Go watch John Oliver's Last Week Tonight on the UK Elections if you haven't yet because it's brilliant. I think he gets his point across quite effectively.

[jessmmariano]

I don’t want, I NEED to know what Jess was up to in seasons 4-7 of Gilmore Girls. Off screen he writes an entire book, one so impressive he’s immediately offered a job by the publisher. I want to see him hang out at his cool little publishing press with fellow writers and artists. I want to see him keep up with Luke and Rory. I want to see him write and read more books and discover new music and live his best life because that’s what he deserves!!

[en-bitch]

I wish I could see the beauty in myself that others see in me

This is your reminder to grab and (consensually) tie up your friends and infodump on how beautiful they are.

Let them know how much you like their hair, how their voice melts your heart, how their mind is such a wonder, how you would love to feel their embrace, how flawless their style is, how their mere presence brightens your day, how you want nothing else but to caress their chest, how their tummy is the best part of every Tuesday, how amazing their ass is, how much you would like to be in between their thighs (started wholesome but can't help myself getting lewd)

Also.... when they're tied up you should absolutely give them kisses in between compliments, maybe even little bites in the areas you are complimenting at the time

[hoshi-no-mahoroa]

kirby 31st anniversary art

[ryuusea]

5/10 maid day sherliam

hell is empty but all the devils are here but heaven is also here