#only if you want to 😌

[hiding-in-the-vault]

okay fine ill cry 🥹🥹🥹

AAWWW NAT ILY <3

[dustykneed]

good luck, babes! 💙💛

maybe i should write a fic. hmm

(edit: if you wanted to know my personal interpretation... watch the can in bones' hand. and the colors mean things loll. i think i'll make an explanation tomorrow just for fun)

[willowser]

ok willow ik you talk a lot about dad katsuki (forever grateful for your thoughts) but i need to know your thoughts on marriage or engaged katsuki!! he’s definitely not a big wedding guy and he’d be so funny when proposing🥺🥺 i would love to know!!!

yeah i don't think he's a big wedding guy either !!!! which i think would make his mom so mad LOL like i have this vision that—she was never really sure ??? if katsuki would ever get married ??? so then when it's announced that you two are engaged, she starts planning everything right then LOL she knows what she wants him to wear, she has several different options for you, she knows where she wants it to be, all the extended family she wants to invite, what she wants catered like. the whole nine.

and then katsuki is like, scowling— "i ain't havin' all that frilly shit," LMAOOOO

i really think he wants a very intimate thing for the both of you, maybe even very casual. not too traditional. i think he's a romantic enough that he wants something with a lil bit of light, but—for the most part, you two are all that matter 🥺 he's also shy hehehehe but he still has his close friends and family there 🥺

he gives the party afterwards to his mother, she can do whatever she wants with that LOL but the actual ceremony, he doesn't let her touch. he does let her pick something out for to wear him, something SIMPLE. i think his stupid handsome face is a lil pink the whole time 🥺 does his big happy boy smile 🥺🥺🥺 WAAAHHH I'M CHOMPING HIM

[dreamedofyou]

honestly, Sand and that other guy immediately wanting to kiss after finding out the other was bi as well is the most bi thing ever because I, too, would want to kiss someone who dressed as the same person I did for a Halloween party and then told me they were bi like moi~ 😌💁🏻‍♀️

[explodingstarlight]

"who gave this child coffee?? WHO GAVE THIS CHILD COFFEE?!??" my reblogs cry

it was me, i'm not sorry >:)c

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[capitano-marina]

Carina DeLuca & Her Maya Look

[the-magpie-archives]

Several times recently I've found myself making tea whilst listening to The Magnus Archives, and as a result I've developed a silly little headcanon...

I'm not sure if it's a nationwide thing, but certainly throughout my life I've experienced the weird stigma of having sugar in your tea. It's not direct or aggressive, but there always seems to be this vague notion that sweetening your tea makes you less strong, less manly. I rarely see men ask for sugar, and often observe an obvious proudness in teenage boys when they say "no sugar, thanks."

Picture Jonathan Sims, newly appointed archivist, worried he's not good enough, placed haphazardly in power of people who were very recently peers, and desperately trying to prove he's the right man for the job. Everything seems to be falling apart a bit, and he's not at all sure his assistants have any faith in him; he had to ask for a tape recorder because he couldn't get his laptop to work properly - that's embarrassing.

Now imagine Martin: office sweetheart, gets along with pretty much anyone, just moved to a new position working with two close friends, and the attractive guy from research is his boss (he's a bit rude and stuck up, but it's probably just the stress, right?). He's pretty comfortable! Aside from the occasional snide remark from Jon it is a good job, which is especially pleasing considering how he got to work at the institute in the first place.

Two opposing forces, as we all well know! But what's better at building bridges than a nice cup of tea? Martin makes a lot of tea, but I like to think he memorises how everyone takes theirs. Regardless, he has to ask at least once.

And so, kind, sweet, gentle Martin, his offer of a cup of tea promptly accepted, would have the misfortune of saying, "do you take that with sugar?" to an embarrassed, flustered Jon, who's trying desperately not to confront any romantic feelings he might have hidden away. The ensuing scoff and slightly too enthusiastic 'No! Thank you.' would be enough to remember that preference for a while.

As times go on, hundreds of cups of tea later, things get less tense between the pair, and Martin never has to revisit the question; but late one night, shortly before Jon is to leave for Great Yarmouth and Martin is to risk it all to take down Elias, Jon places a hand gently on Martin's shoulder and asks "Could I have a cup of tea?". Of course Martin says yes, it's the least he could do, but as he turns to go and make it, Jon calls out again. "With sugar, please."

Just a tiny vulnerability, but enough. By that point most of Jon's facade has been torn roughly away many times, but letting go of small points of pride often means more than non-deliberate actions. Having enough bravery to admit to liking something soft and sweet is harder than you'd think.

Maybe during those six months after, Martin would watch the sugar dissolve into his own tea with a painful melancholy, the sweetness a bitter memory.

[brother-emperors]

to me, this is Pompey @ Crassus

[pocketgalaxies]

C3E37: marisha + nonverbals

[kindahoping4forever]

Ash IG Story

[sare11aa11eras]

Jon and Lyanna, dying.

(can’t escape his mother’s blood)

[thedeadthree]

🌞 CYTHIA -`. the witcher • ♟️KAROLINA -`. btaj

🕯️ NYNEVE -`. vtm • 🐦‍⬛ IRINA (pre embrace) -`. vtm

🪩 ANAIS -`. vtm: night road • 🪞ILEANA -`. vtmb

🧚 ALKYONE -`. coral island • 🌪️ VAERMINA -`. bg3

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[macabrecake]

HI CAKE IM HERE WITH AN RE6 LEON IDEA: Maybe during the plane ride to China, Leon finds out that reader was severely injured (perhaps has broken ribs or a stab wound/gash) and was trying to hide it until she suddenly coughs/throws up blood, and he takes reader to the bathroom to help her out/scold her when reader is like "i didn't want you to worry about me, boss" skssswidbdid maybe rookie! Reader? loVE YOU <3 MWAH

YES! LOVE ME SOME PROTECTIVE RE6 LEON! This took a minute and I'm sorry about that but here ya go! ❤️

Leon's eyes are sharp. Some could even joke that his gaze could very well put a hawk to shame. Even if it weren't a joke, you'd believe it. So the moment you found that deep red splotch on your gloved hand, and tasted copper on your tongue, after you coughed- you knew you were fucked. Because if you could see it, then Leon definitely could see it too. And you would be correct when the man sitting across from you is up in a flash and quickly hauling you off to the airplane's bathroom without a word.

Only Leon could ever make silence still seem utterly loud.

You swore you were gonna tell him sooner, but the mission took so many unexpected turns you weren't sure when would've been the right time. Now you can't even bring yourself to lock eyes with the blonde agent while he works on cleaning and bandaging the wound inflicted to your side. Which was bigger than you originally thought- feeling him have to slightly move your bra upwards more to disinfect the whole thing. Not that you have to risk being burned by Leon's intimidating stare anyway, just by the tone of his voice, you know he isn't happy.

"What the fuck were you thinking not telling me about this?" He speaks lowly while wrapping the gauze around your torso, while you keep your shirt out of his way and sit quietly. Feeling so small before him. "I mean for Christ's sake y/n. Your whole side is a mess, you could have broken ribs, and possibly an infection. Yet you're treating it like it's a damn paper cut." You lightly flinch, but not from the pain, Leon normally uses nicknames when addressing you. Things like- Rookie, Sunshine, Princess, and Little Miss.

It's not often he uses your actual name. Let alone say it with such anger. That's what truly sets in stone that you really messed up. Eventually, once you're wound is fully dressed, Leon steps away and crosses his arms, still glaring at you and waiting for an explanation. "Answer me, agent..."

His command makes you tense up slightly before releasing a small sigh as you finally pick your head up to try and at least glance at him. "I wasn't sure when would've been the right time to tell you. I mean the President's dead and now the three of us are fugitives." You explain with a sense of defeat, your eyes quick to fall away from your superior and look at the floor instead, your tone growing quieter. "There's already so much you have to worry about. I didn't want you to worry about me too."

The angry crease in Leon's brows soften at your answer as he uncrosses his arms. Feeling a pang of guilt for snapping at you now. He could say you shouldn't hide things like that just for other people's sake, but that would make him a hypocrite. The man knows he'd do the exact same thing. Hell, he's never stopped doing that. Leon slowly moves back towards you in order to help you slip your weapons harness back on, being careful to not make it too tight against your side.

"You know, I've been given orders to make you one of my top priorities. So it's technically my job to worry about you." The agent muses, his tone softer now. Letting a small smile tug at his lips when you fully look up at him. "Meaning, don't hold out on me when you're hurt like this. Especially if it's this severe. Just... Talk to me, ok?" He asks, bright blue eyes holding a silent plea as his thick fingers somehow find their way to be intertwined with your nimble ones. You'd both glance down, but find that neither you nor Leon would let go right away, if anything you lightly squeeze his hands with a smile and nod. "Ok."

The agent mirrors your smile before reluctantly letting his fingers retreat to help you off the counter and opens the bathroom door for you. "Now let's go kick Simmons' ass." Your smile breaks into a full grin, more than ready to take that bastard down, "Yes sir!" Your excitable response rewards you with a chuckle from Leon as he follows you back to your seats. Little do you know, the government never actually gave Leon those orders. But that isn't stopping him.

You're his main priority.

[fruitybashir]

ok new idea: everyone who comes to say hi to me in munich gets an exclusive glimpse into the google doc for next chapter <3

[thatswhatsushesaid]

sticks another post-it note on my blog to remind myself to dig into the prevalence of jgy tag commentary that, even when not overtly hateful or critical, still judges jgy for ‘thinking so highly of himself.’

it is so fascinating to me that no characters within the gentry receive this kind of fandom criticism when they respond violently to having their basic human dignity denigrated.

in this case, all meng yao does is just dust off his clothes and keep his chin up. god forbid i guess.

[greasierscrolls]

Can't stop thinking about Astarion bemoaning the fact he's not bathed in days combined with the whole vampires can't cross running water thing.

Is there a perfectly good lake at camp? Yes.

Can he go near it? He... well, he's not sure, now you mention it.