#my nephew is so so beautiful

[permanentreverie]

I would like the entire world to know that my nephew is very beautiful.

[twotales]

Radek said fuck in show?

Yup. It's in Czech 🇨🇿 but imo it counts.

"Do prdele" it's an equivalent for "Shit" or "Fuck." He says it to John in the submersible jumper (Grace Under Pressure) and to Evan on the Daedalus. (No Man's Land.)

He says "Já se už na to můžu vysrat," to Rodney when he's in the chair being a dick. Basically he's saying "Fuck it" or "Fuck this." e.g. Rodney is being an ass so fuck this. (Tao of Rodney.)

I think that's all of them. Hopefully my Czech is still on point for these translations @all-mighty-yaoiyuri is the Czech who checks my Czech.

It's been awhile though! 💛💚

[wizardcookie]

people who know of my dark past know i used to do a TON of cookie tun edits, and well who am i to stop forever and ever. this one was just because a buddy of mine pointed out that captain caviars hairbits look like a shark and one thing lead to another

YES the sorbet shark recolor edit is a little sloppy NO i do not care i hate how pale they are in their main sprites

someone else could do this better than me and i would love to see that, okay thats all thanks for reading

[abirddogmoment]

They love each other

[loveofastarvingdog]

i know i’m working on insane emotions right now due to the Situations, but i almost teared up thinking about imperfections and proof of love. velveteen rabbit style. to be loved is to be changed. nec clintasha and clint saying he loves her imperfect teeth. the crinkle that was in my late grandmother’s ear, that’s in my fathers ear, and mine, and is now crinkled in my baby nephew’s ear. the way people can still identify the fingerprints of ancient people in the pottery they made, because they were preserved pressed into the clay. it all says i love you on purpose. i love you on purpose.

[moothecowgirl]

MY NEPHEWS ARE SO BIG NOW MY AUNTY HEART IS GETTING SO EMOTIONAL. THEY ARE TALKING AND RUNNING. They call me aunty and call me over by making little fists and pumping it in the air. THEY CALL ME AUNTY. THEY SEE ME AND THEY SMILE AND SAY AUNTY. And when did all of this happen. When did they get to big and where has all the time gone. MAY ALLAH SWT PROTECT THEM AND KEEP THEM HEALTHY INSHALLAH. I love these kids as if they were my own. I love them so much. I LOVE BEING AN AUNTY.

[softquietsteadylove]

Hi!! I love 5+1 things and wanted to share my request with you! Please choose the AU you think it fits!

5 times Gil remembers her little quirks and habits, and 1 time she remember his. 

The first time he noticed one of her habits, he was quite sure he wasn't supposed to. They didn't know each other that well--him and the Ice Queen. And he was even more sure that she liked it that way.

They were across from each other at a quarterly meeting between some of the largest territory holders in the area. Ajak was checking on everyone; she had a bit of a habit of worrying over them, like a mother hen of sorts.

Gilgamesh admittedly didn't always pay a lot of attention in said meetings. Koreatown was pretty self-contained. He mostly showed up to maintain mutual respect and then spent the whole time looking around the room like a kid in a class.

The Ice Queen had painfully good posture. Back rigid, shoulders poised, that lace shawl that was always dangling around her was ever present. Sometimes it was up around her shoulders and sometimes it sat in the crooks of her elbows like a scarf or something. It looked sheer but it had some kind of design in it if seen closely enough.

Not that he looked at it that much.

The Ice Queen, although sitting like a perfect porcelain doll, also seemed lacking in attention. Ikaris was briefing them about something and her eyes had drifted away from him and just downward slightly. She could pretend to be paying attention again in an instant.

She was tracing her fingers over her lace.

Gil was silent, leaning in his chair and watching her move her fingers gently, almost subconsciously seeming. She was tracing that pattern that was so delicately and lovingly woven into the small but strong strands. It reminded him of when he got his first gang tattoo as a young kid; he would trace his fingers over it when he was bored.

As if sensing him smiling at her, her eyes flicked up to him, sharp and cold as the knives she carried.

He rushed his eyes away; the last person he wanted to anger was her.

Then, when they were having 'private meetings', he noticed something else about her. His Ice Queen - as he liked to call her in his head - was not good at...initiating things.

Even though they always ended up in her office, it was always him that ended up calling her about business. She would be the one to say that they should meet at her office instead of his, and he didn't blame her if she wanted the extra security of familiar territory in which to...meet.

He would come over, transition from his security into hers. He would wait for her to finish her work, lying on her couch until she was ready for him (his heart pounding and blood rushing already). When he heard her set down her pen it was a sign that she was done and he could approach her.

She was the one in control--in power. She made him approach her, make the first move, initiate things. And he kind of loved it. He had never been afraid of a powerful woman, and Thena was about as powerful as they came.

Gil stared at his phone, swiping through his calendar. He had put off three rather important meetings just to be here, today in particular. It wasn't good business, and his assistants and security of his own business were starting to get concerned.

He knew they knew, and they knew that he knew that they knew. But tight lips could save a life, in their business. And even more than that, everyone knew better than to be on the bad side of the Ice Queen.

They knew how down bad he already was.

"Ahem."

Gil startled, looking up from his position stretched out on the couch.

Thena started down at him, her arms crossed, "am I interrupting your busy schedule, Tyrant?"

"Uh," he blinked, his phone nearly slipping from his grasp as he rushed to sit up properly. He hadn't even heard her walk over to him. "S-Sorry, I-"

"If you have other engagements, Gilgamesh," she started in a tone that sounded miffed. But it soften just the slightest bit when she added, "you could have simply said so."

His eyes brightened, but she was already looking away from him. The Ice Queen didn't do softness (not by her own choice, at least). He grinned, practically throwing his phone across the room in his eagerness to give her his undivided attention. "C'mere, Ice."

Thena huffed, "you do not-!"

He pulled her down to him, settling her on his lap as he kissed her. For all her attempts to seem like she was resisting him, she moaned as their lips met, just like he did.

They were already pulling at each other's clothes like horny teenagers. But they didn't have all day for these private meetings of theirs. Thena's lips dragged away from his as she tore his shirt open, "you couldn't hear me?"

Hear her? He didn't...he searched through his mind. His eyes had been on his phone, but he could remember a sound a little ways away. It happened once, then twice, and it got louder and louder.

She had been putting her pen down again and again, harder and harder. She had been trying to get his attention...in a very Thena way. His face lit up again and she turned away from him, some pink rising in that pale skin of hers.

She had been initiating things, in her own way.

After the whole Little Heiress debacle, when he was still proving himself, he got to notice even more. In Thena's efforts to shut him out again, he still got to see more of her than he had before.

She still didn't let him take her on dates, or even 'meetings', as she was still calling them. They either met about business or they met to fulfill a physical need. It was only sometimes when he would manage to convince her to have a meal with him while he was loitering around her office.

But her affections were still there, just in smaller ways. She wouldn't let him call her 'baby' or 'princess' or 'sweetness' as much, but she would let him kiss her cheek before they parted ways. It was something.

And she wouldn't let him hold her hand for no reason, but she would let him brush her hair out of his way to touch her shoulder sometimes. It was something.

And she wouldn't say 'I love you' back. He didn't blame her for that one. But she had stopped ordering him to stop saying it, and that was at least something.

"Hey," he said gently as he sat up from lying around on her couch. She barely looked up from her paperwork. He slipped his phone into his jacket pocket, "I have a meeting I have to go to."

He was in his own office so seldom these days, reluctant to be away from her for too long.

"Hm," she sighed, going back to her own work. It was as good a send off as he was going to get, probably.

He came over to her desk anyway, though, putting his hand next to hers and leaning down, "it should be over by 4. Can I come back then?"

He always asked, now, never assuming he was welcome unless she told him.

Rather than just shrug at him, she sighed, "I have a meeting until 5--after that."

He smiled, kissing the back of her head on her silken hair, which she allowed. It was something. "I'll bring dinner."

Thena's hand moved away from her papers and to his, her finger delicately tapping against the ring tattooed on his finger. "If you like."

It was as good as an 'I love you', and that was something.

He had become pretty comfortable at her place, even before the whole 'getting shot' thing. And in the time following the shooting and his recovery, he had only come to know it as his own place more and more.

Thena always reminded him that he didn't live here and wasn't technically moved in with her. And yet she would include his stuff in her laundry service, had his car added to the building's security clearance for the garage, and even started entrusting him with her grocery deliveries.

She was a terrible cook. He knew that already, but the first time he had seen how truly little there was in her fridge he had nearly fainted.

For the first few weeks after the shooting, he would only work from home and go into the office for meetings. She was back in her office full time, of course.

She would get up, and that would wake him up too, since they slept so entangled with each other. He would kiss her good morning and she would tell him to go back to sleep. And at first, he did, the latent fatigue of injury and his meds suppressing his desire to get up.

But as time went on, he started falling back asleep less and less. Even when he laid back down and tried, he didn't necessarily fall back into slumber. And he started noticing something.

He would listen as Thena went into the luxurious bathroom attached to the bedroom. She would do whatever skincare or makeup she did, brush her hair, get ready for the day--all that. And perhaps because she thought he was still asleep, she would come over to his side of the bed.

She would lean over and, now with minty toothpaste breath, kiss him again oh-so gently. Her hand would press over his heart lightly and she would whisper an 'I love you' against his cheek. Then she would take her lace from the hook on her side of the bed and be off.

He heard the tap shut off and the spit of toothpaste. Something about seeing the polished and pristine Ice Queen so human--so mundane and domestic, really enchanted him. He loved that she had a real, human life under all the sparkle and image and power. He loved that he was a part of it.

Thena came back in, her heels soft on the rug below the bed. She tucked her hair behind her ear as she prepared to lean down to him and kiss him goodbye a second time.

Gil caught her hand atop his heart, opening his eyes just to wink at her, "hey, Ice."

She huffed at him, although he could tell she didn't appreciate the embarrassment of being caught. "If you're already up, you could get some work done, you know."

"Soon," he chuckled, letting her protest in her own way. He leaned up, kissing her properly, tasting the toothpaste she used. His other hand came up to run through her hair and over her cheek, clinging to her.

Thena moaned gently, leaning up until he couldn't follow her anymore. She pressed him back down to the bed and flicked her hair over her shoulder again, "was that all?"

He loved her. He grinned, "I guess."

"Hm," she gave him a little hint of a smile too, poking him right over his heart to press him into the pillows again, "rest, Tyrant. Koreatown will need its King back in the throne."

He sighed, still lying around on her silk pillows, naked under her cotton sheets. His head rolled to the side, watching her walk to the door of her - their - bedroom. "I love you, Thena."

She paused at the door, smiling (just not in his direction). "Get up and take a shower, Gilgamesh. You need it...after last night."

Now that they were engaged, he was certain that he knew everything there was to know about his Ice Queen. Every little habit, all of her little thoughts and quirks and fears. If his Ice Queen had fears, that was to say, because obviously she was fearless. Almost.

He couldn't blame her; his aunt was truly terrifying. But Imo liked Thena! He kept telling her that, but Thena was still a little nervous around her, despite his attempts to talk her out of it.

"Hey," he whispered as he came over to the sink with more dishes and plates in hand. He set them on the counter, reaching for Thena's hand in the sink, "will you sit down? Let me take care of these."

Thena glanced behind her for just a second, "you should visit with Imo."

Gil chuckled, pulling Thena's hands out of the water and patting them dry, "I've visited with her plenty. I'm sure she's sick of me by now anyway. She keeps asking me where her daughter has gotten to."

Thena smiled shyly, looking towards Imo's beautiful dining room again. Imo had changed her tune quickly from wondering what Gil was doing staying in America to accepting Thena as his wife-to-be. "I'm trying to thank her for her hospitality, especially after making such a beautiful meal for us."

"Hey, I helped," he pouted at her.

Thena just shook her head, but she was smiling when she leaned in for a gentle kiss. "You always make beautiful meals."

"Thena!"

Gil held back a laugh as Thena jumped at Imo's sharp and sudden calling of her name. He whispered, "she won't bite."

"Y-Yes, Imo," Thena answered demurely, walking back into the dining room and leaning against the door frame.

The matriarch waved her hand at her, the sleeve of her jeogori moving with it, "you leave him to that. Come and talk with me."

"I-" Thena turned, but he already had his sleeves rolled up, ready to finish what Thena had started.

He grinned, "you girls chat. I'll join you when I'm done."

He kissed her cheek as he slipped her ring back onto her finger for her.

"Dishes, Gilgamesh!"

He sighed; Imo was suddenly Thena's biggest fan, but still scandalized whenever he wanted to so much as kiss his fiance. "Yeah, yeah."

"Come and sit," he heard her say to Thena much more gently.

"Yes, Imo."

Gil groaned as he slid back into the bed--their bed, in their bedroom, in their penthouse home. "Fuck, it's nice to be home."

"It was a very nice trip," Thena sighed as she also slid into bed next to him. She pulled her lace off and hung it up next to the bed, adjusting the straps of her little silk nightdress. "It was nice of Imo to have us at her home."

Gil just smiled up at her from his pillow. Imo loved Thena--just adored her. She told him herself that she had apparently given up on the idea of having a daughter-in-law because he didn't seem to have any prospects when he left Korea (rude).

"I'm going to ask Kingo to arrange for some flowers to be sent to her from us," Thena narrated as she settled onto her pillow next to him. "Do you think that would be acceptable to her?"

Gil unfolded his arms and brought hers up to his lips, kissing the ring on her finger, "she'll love it, baby. She's already bragging about you to her business associates."

Thena just smiled, letting him kiss his way up the inside of her wrist. "I should be bragging. She is a revered business owner, and in a time when it was even harder for a women to build her own syndicate like that."

Gil nodded, rolling onto his back more to flail his hand at his bedside table. "I can look up what companies there will do deliveries."

"Gil-"

"Imo likes traditional stuff, I'm sure there'll be plenty of options for old lady flowers."

Thena laughed faintly, "Gil."

He sighed, turning over and not finding his phone at all, just his lamp and his watch and wallet. He turned over, "Princess, did I leave my phone-"

Thena pointed over her shoulder, where his phone was sitting in a little nook in the headboard. Usually she left her keys and her knives up there, but there was his phone, wirelessly charging and everything.

Gil blinked at it. "Was there always a charger there?"

"No." Nothing if not concise, his Ice Queen. She smiled, though, lying down and tucking herself into his side with her hand on his heart, like she always did. "You're always feeling around for your phone with your right hand in the morning."

It was reflexive. He was right handed, but his right hand was always occupied with holding Thena's shoulder. His left was just a little slower at reaching for his phone in the morning.

"So I put it up there so you can reach it easier," she sighed, nuzzling her head in under his chin just the way she liked it.

Gil just stared at her (at the top of her head, at least). He hadn't thought anything of it. If anything, it was just something that he did when he was half asleep and hadn't had any coffee yet. But she had gone to the trouble of getting a wireless charger installed in the frame of their bed so he could reach his phone better in the mornings?

Thena sighed as he pressed a kiss to the crown of her hair. "I can feel you looking for it when we get up for work. I don't know where you put it before we were sleeping together."

He sighed as well, adjusting his arm around her delicate, beautiful frame against him, pressing his cheek to her forehead. "I prefer not to think about that sad, sad time in my life, Ice."

[vorbarrsultana]

i’m so intrigued by the idea of nickistat during the french revolution and the way they may tackle it in the show

[cheekblush]

may 🍑💐🍓🐶🫐🌿

[things-that-make-sa-happy]

Jeremiah Fisher | tsitp 1.03

[inspiritjun]

Many relationships beautifully presented:

Two people who want to move on from their past but were stuck somehow, finally found the courage to leave their past and start anew (Jim-Wen)

An adult who is still learning and a teenager who knows what he wants in his life (Jim-LiMing)

A man who doesn't run away from his responsibility and a woman who is strong to face the test of time (Leng-Preaw)

A mom who loves her kid unconditionally despite her not being there for him most of the time and a child who puts his mom's happiness as first priority. (LiMing's mom - LiMing)

Two people who is trying to bury their hurting heart and go on with life (Alan-Gaipa)

A son who treasures his mom a lot and a mom who did her best for her son's good future (Gaipa and his mom)

Parents who never realized their fault but once they understood it, did their best to correct their mistake (Heart's parents)

An employer who thinks of their employees as their family and the employees who are faithful to their owner (Jim-Leng)

Two siblings who were brave enough to run away from home to chase their dream, who are not always together but are there for one another in need. (Jim-LiMing's mom)

Two teenagers who are bonded in such a beautiful way, love has no language as music, it's what the heart feels. Actions speak volume, words are not always necessary. (Heart-LiMing)

[the-acid-pear]

Said this on my liveblog but I gotta say this here too, the way Berdly's crush on Susie is handled is, so fucking good. So much so it upsets me how the fandom treats it, because from Berdly's pov it's so damn genuine... So much so he's SHY about it gamer teen experiences crush for the first time and is crushed and humbled by it. Like there's something so funny and cute about Susie accidentally making these two nerds go thru a whole character arc by virtue of being hot and THE WHOLE TIME she doesn't fully realize that's what's going on. I just honestly love it and I love Berdly so much ....

[icanseethefuture333]

I am emotionally in shambles 💔

[crushcandles]

I was not - am not - prepared for how emotional Interview with the Vampire (2022) makes me.

[lanibgoode]

if women are only supposed to have one body type and be short, then who are maxi dresses even made for?? checkmate, idiot terves!

[truckfreaks]

we spent a long time today brainstorming ideas for the Schoenhut! i think i definitely want it to be bright/ loud, and since it's already a light wood i think going primarily with yellow and red and making some accents blue would look nice, but we're thinking mushrooms and lichen and moss all along the bottom and up the two wooden columns....

i still have so much of that fake moss that i think we can even put some actual stuff along the bottom, maybe use a 3D shelving approach like those cardboard chicken of the woods shelves that some folks make, but going up and along the sides... but, probably not orange, i think i'd go with amanitas, especially since i have so many photos from the last year i can use as reference...

when I am done I want it to look like an old waterlogged toy you left outside in the rain for seasons and seasons and seasons and years have gone by and it looks strange but you still have fond memories of it. I think he would like it! (He always enjoys when I bring him outside and teach him about different plants and bugs, which is why it had me thinking about that, because one of his favorite places to bug hunt this last fall was underneath the toys he left outside!!)