#found it in my drafts

[average-mako-enjoyer]

in kirkwall. straight up "blowing it" and by "it", haha, well. let's justr say. The chantrey

[dollfacewinston]

"What's the matter with you?"

I couldn't keep the miserable pout off my face as I looked at Katsuki. He was standing in the doorway of our bedroom. He might have just gotten off of his conference call, but I'd hardly noticed his yelling from the other room, never mind when it stopped.

His gaze softened when I didn't answer right away. "The brat giving you trouble?"

I laughed humorously, breathless as I often was these days. "He is his father's son," I joked.

He scoffed before walking over to me and sitting on the edge of the bed. He laid his hand on my pregnant belly, the familiar warmth soothing. "Do you need something?"

I hummed. "A time machine. Wanna hold him already."

Katsuki leaned down and kissed my forehead. "Another month," he said.

"Yeah..." I put my hand on top of his. "And the first of many."

"Oh yeah?" He asked with a certain glint in his crimson eyes.

"Sure. I hope heroing is paying well, 'cause I want a dozen more." I closed my eyes as a wave of exhaustion fell over me.

"Hn." I didn't need to see him to know he was worried, though I didn't know exactly what about. "Let me get you through this one first," he said firmly.

I smiled. "You don't wanna go half on another?" I asked without opening my eyes. "It was fun making him."

"Yeah, that's all the fun we need. Besides, I don't like seeing you like this; all tired and shit." I opened my eyes to find his gaze trained on my stomach.

I squeezed his hand. "I'm fine. We're both fine," I reassured him.

Crimson eyes cut to mine in an instant. He huffed and went back to tracing circles with his thumb. "We don't need a dozen. If you want a lot, three is plenty."

"What's that? Murder God Dynamight doesn't want to win at everything?"

He scoffed. "Nice try." He was even more gentle with me ever since we'd first found out I was pregnant. I was looking forward to seeing how he would look holding a baby. We were the first of our friends to be expecting. Leaning closer, he kissed my forehead. "Craving anything?"

"Sweet and sour chicken sounds really good right now. But it's not a craving. We can have whatever." Except for pizza. Normally I loved it, but I'd indulged that craving so often that I was almost sick of it. I grabbed his hand before he could get up. "Don't go," I pleaded, not caring if I sounded needy.

Evidently he didn't care either. He obliged right away, getting into bed with me and wrapping an arm around my middle. "I've got you. Sleep. I'll cook you something special when you wake up."

His warmth, the deep, gruff tone of his voice, and the solid feel of his body against mine, all but forced me into deep relaxation. My eyes fell shut and Katsuki's arm tightened ever so slightly around me.

[naoa-ao3]

I've always felt that in terms of looks, John Constantine should stay looking like Sting but as Sting is famously into health and taking care of himself he shouldn't look as good as him. I don't mean make him ugly, there are plenty of issues where it's clear John can take care of himself and cleans up nicely but he's probably not going to get as expensive of a hair cut as Sting or have a personal chef/nutrition. He smokes constantly so his teeth are gonna be a bit worse for wear too.

I got frustrated with some of the later Hellblazer comics because in the beginning, John has clear ups and downs. Sometimes he looks great, his suit is neat, his hair is combed and he's going around confidently but then when shit hits the fan or his mental health suffers he can be seen looking unkempt and haggard. Later writers seemed to have him rolling off a perpetual bender which kind of took away from the realism of how John's mental health had been portrayed in the early stuff. Before, you knew he generally liked to be clean and to take care of his appearance. It makes it more painful, more human when you see him fall into depression and stop shaving or washing up. You know he's not supposed to be this way, you know it's not how he likes to be. You see the effects of his mental health suffering clearly. Later, when he's scruffy and scuffed up all of the time it's comes across as gimmicky and doesn't mean anything any more. The ups and downs of the character were one of the humanizing factors that really drew me to him in the first place and I know I'm not the first person to give my opinion on this but I was disappointed by this shift in interpretation and depiction. I didn't like him constantly being some slob who was just happy to roll around in filth and shit, when he get's like that it's because he's going through the bad times again. Otherwise it's just a meaningless gimmick.

So yeah, I maybe biased as a Sting- enjoyer but I like it when he looks like Sting. I just don't think he should be as generally fit and polished as Sting. I think of it as kind of like those pictures of identical twins where one twin smoked for 20 yrs and the other didn't. Also if one twin had vastly more money and didn't experience untold horrors every other week.

[workaholic-slacker]

Every time someone comes with new information

Cale: Knowledge is power and ignorance is bliss. Therefore, power is not bliss. Hence I do not want knowledge, so that I don't have power so that I can have bliss.

[aesthetic-watermelon]

erm ackshually, solangelo aren't black cat x golden retriever because they're both fish

[hehehereliesmysanity]

[lisutarid-a]

[tobstr]

Here's a stupid drawing of hidan with a crap ton of piercing

He just likes getting them

[endlich-allein]

Ollie, Schneider and Paul with their yoga professor (Moscow, 29-07-2019) © Gyan Yoga&Music

[chlosmovingcastle]

The sound of his heart beating scares Zachary awake. He is cold and wet. The floor he is lying on is hard and bumpy, but he is alive. Fate's heart has a new life within his chest, and there are no animals to steal it away. Dorian is several feet away with his head in his hands. 

“What did I do” he mumbles through sobs. “Oh my god, what did I do?” 

“Dorian,” Zachary says quietly 

“I killed him. The heart didn't bring him back. Dear Jesus, I killed Zachary” Dorian's voice breaks

“Dorian!” Zachary says, louder this time so he can be heard over the crashing of the waves around them. 

Dorian's neck nearly snaps as he whips his head around. Several emotions go through his head, visible through his eyes, but fear prevails. 

“I killed you, how are you… I'm losing my mind!” Dorian's voice shakes before he breaks out into a cackle. “I've lost it!” He continues laughing until more tears shed from his eyes

“Fates Heart, Dorian! It worked!” Zachary beams, but Dorian looks at him like he has seen a ghost.

Zachary didn’t notice it at first glance, but now has he looked into the eyes of his lover, he saw that Dorian had changed. The radiant man he had known what felt like moments ago, had changed. His skin is paler, his body bonier. It was like his soul had aged a thousand years.

“It's been 7 days, Zachary, or, or” Dorian stutters “whoever you are. A whole week since I stabbed you! Fate would not have waited that long!” Dorian points to the weapon on the floor.

Between the two lovers lays a sword, the blade has a deep, wine-colored coating. At the hilt, you can see where Zachary's blood has congealed over time. 

“Why are you still here, then?” Zachary asks “If you had no hope, if you don't believe that Fate's heart would eventually work, why did you stay?” His voice booms in the empty cavern of the harbor. 

“I cannot leave. It is as simple as that. The rocks have fallen and blocked any way out, trust me I have tried.” Dorian says calmly.

Memories fill Zachary's head. The Harbor collapsed, and They fell into it. Where are the Keeper and Mirabel? Are they still alive? What about the outside world, has something happened there? Almost like he got slapped across the face, Zachary remembers Dorian is there. The man he has been in love with since he got wrapped up in this world. Since the day they first met. The party. The library. Their first meeting next to Patience and Fortitude where Zachary brought Dorian a paper rose and Dorian smiled at him. Oh, what Zachary would give to see that smile now. 

“I know should've told you long ago, but I love you, Dorian”

Silence consumed the Harbor, except for the ever-moving sea. Tears well in Zachary's eyes while Dorians are blank. Emotionless. It seems like all of Dorian is emotionless. He is a husk of the man that Zachary remembers. The soul that Zachary knows is no longer there. 

“It’ll pass” Dorian finally says with a sigh. ”Just like you should have.” 

[spicyraeman]

[newvision]

November just entered my bones I can feel it like im the doorway

[yeehaw-razor-dirt-man]

He doesnt understand the thing i would do for him(He's fictional)(He's dead)

[starlightbelle]

Touya’s half-red side was on his right, Shoto’s is on his left

Because they’re meant to mirror each other

If Shoto looked in the mirror, the hair colors would be reflected like if he was looking at Touya

[martellspear]

allyria, oberyn, nymeria and visenya are names that should have made grrm win an award just for creating them idc

[hyah-lian]

"Ah, you were a bit too quiet and pale earlier. I thought you just knocked your head on the last adventure or something," Malon fussed briefly, brushing bangs back and retesting for a temperature, before smacking Time's shoulder.

"Hey!"

"Well I can't very well smack the poor boy," Malon sighed with her hands on her hips.

Hyrule shifted under the attention eyes darting to the side and biting the inside of his lip. He had felt the fever creeping up throughout the day, but thought it wasn't noticeable. Leave it to Legend to bring it up in the bluntest way possible in front of Time and Malon. Now he was parked on the couch while the three of them tried to 'figure out what to do' with him.

"Really, it isn't a big deal-"

"I just wish you had mentioned it," Time joined Malon in a pitying look that made Hyrule's stomach twist.

"Hey, now don't start that," Legend turned attention to the older two. "You think the disappointment voice is gonna make him want to say something next time? Yeesh."

Hyrule sunk deeper into the cushions. It couldn't quite hide him, but goddesses if he could he would disappear. The backing wasn't wasn't softest but it was helping his head to be leaning back into something at all.

He was drifting in his thoughts again.

Hyrule blinked hard, not wanting to stir up his aching head or uneasy stomach shaking his head but needing something to help him focus again.

"Sorry," Time's voice cut through the cotton in his head. Malon had left it seemed during his brief daze. "I didn't mean that towards you, Hyrule. I should be more careful with directing my feelings- If we had known you could have been resting."

"That's okay, I wanted to help. Though, honestly I do feel a bit rough."