#or sister-in-law for that matter

[s0fter-sin]

need soapghost in public putting on a show, soap in ghost’s lap just worshipping his mask, kissing the teeth and licking along the cheekbones while ghost reclines back, one arm wrapped around soap’s waist as he makes direct eye contact with anyone who dares to look at them

[shima-draws]

Shima is it Coralaw 👀👀👀

...................MAYBE

[zorosdimples]

my brother is proposing to his boyfriend today!!!! insane.

[pyr0cue]

Tua has always needed more writers who have siblings to prevent the weird things between the siblings from making it onto the show but I especially think it was needed in s4. You don’t NEED to have a sibling to know why Allison and Luther are a weird couple but to truly understand why 5 and Lila also feel weird you gotta have someone with a sibling writing. Apparently.

[blogquestionmark]

maturing is realizing llorumi is a bad ship not bc its toxic but bc its pseudo incest

[vaskemire]

Ryung calling Eulifer "sis" wasn't something I had on my ep 111 bingo card, but it is welcome

[softquietsteadylove]

I would love to read more about Thenamesh and Dane. They are invited to Sersis birthday and they go to a bar or club. And Thena is tense all the time because she worries Mahd Wy'ry will crash the party.

xoxo

"Happy Birthday Sersi!"

Sersi made a very good show of looking surprised and delighted as some of their friends came out with a cake and candles for her. According to her, she always avoided giving people a solid birthday for her, so that no one could ever accuse her of lying (and not aging). But she had been in London long enough now that it was more suspicious to not have any birthday whatsoever.

Dane clapped politely as Sersi blew out the candles, letting the other party goers cheer and jostle her around. Everyone was a few pints in by this point, if not well on their way to being pissed.

He leaned back from the line for cake. Cake and beer really wasn't that delicious a combination. And he was - not so officially - keeping his eye on another guest to the party.

Thena had been quiet all night.

Sersi had asked him hastily and quietly to just keep somewhat of an eye on her sister for the night. Thena had agreed to come solely so Sersi and Gilgamesh wouldn't feel the need to stay home and watch her. But Sersi knew Thena would be far from comfortable in a packed little pub, pounding music, a dance floor, and nothing but loud humans to drown it all out.

She seemed to be doing okay, but Dane knew better than to assume anything by this point. And despite his initial impression, Sersi insisted that Thena liked him, so...

Dane excused himself, shimmying past people with his pint glass in hand. No one paid him much mind, much more focused on his partner--the woman of the hour. He set his glass on a tray with other dirty glasses and leaned against the edge of the counter. "Want some cake?"

She shook her head.

"I'm sure Sersi would be happy to save you a piece," Dane carried on. He found that the best way to get Thena talking was to do plenty of the preamble himself. Then, she could insert her one or two words as she pleased. "Or perhaps it doesn't stack up against what Gilgamesh makes."

He was maybe using all his best moves too early.

But Thena smiled faintly at the mention of her husband, "he did offer to make one but it seems more customary to partake in whatever someone has bought."

"I suppose, yeah," Dane nodded, still watching as Sersi did her best to cut small pieces and get them to everyone around her. She met his eyes, inclining her head in such a way to indicate that he was making the right move, according to her.

"Should you not be up there with her?"

"Ah, well," he tucked the corners of his smile into his cheeks and tapped his hands against the counter. "Just...need another pint. What about you?"

"I can see and hear her just fine from here."

She was even more tense in here than she had been on the tube.

Dane clasped his hands together on the countertop. He looked over at her, "you're doing well, for what it's worth. I know you're worried about that."

Thena didn't even move, locked up so tightly it seemed that moving her eyes over to him took effort. "If I go under for a second, I could-"

"No, no," he shook his head, discouraging the sentiment before she could speak it aloud. "None of that, now."

Thena looked at him more fully now, even if it was to express her annoyance at his dismissal. "You choose now to become abundantly confident?"

Dane put a hand on his hip. "While you seem determined to worry and think only of the negative possibilities. Have I rubbed off on you?"

She continued to glare at him.

"Is that why you're over here, sequestering yourself?" Dane looked from her over to Sersi and the party again. "Protecting them, as it were?"

"Indeed I am," she asserted more poignantly, just to shut him up.

"Come on," he insisted, though. He would have to be careful about just how far he could push the literal Goddess of War. But he leaned on the counter again, "I'm not saying you have to dance, but mingling a little wouldn't kill you, would it?"

"It is not my death that concerns me."

"You seem fine right now," Dane pointed out, and watched Thena absorb that observation from someone else's perspective. "You haven't slipped, there's no gold in your skin. I think you're okay, Thena."

"Hm." Dane was by no means an expert of communication with Thena. There were a lot of nuances and subtleties to it. But that 'hm' almost sounded...unsure. It sounded vulnerable and delicate.

"Look," he said more gently, even pulling out the seat next to her, "I know it took a lot for you to come here. That doesn't escape me, and you know it means the world to Sersi."

They both looked over again, Sersi almost glowing from sharing in the human energy in the room.

"She wants you to get out more, enjoy the world as it is now," Dane expressed on behalf of his girlfriend. She had told him all of this before, particularly from a place of guilt over not having seen Thena in so very long before reuniting last year.

"That is much more easily said than done, Dane."

"I know," he nodded, and it was true, it was. "But you're doing great so far. Why not - I dunno - run with that, a little?"

Thena looked at him with a smile furrow in her brow. She didn't always excel with modern figures of speech.

Dane chuckled, which only seemed to annoy her further. "How about this?--just a dance. Not all of these songs are going to be loud bops, and when a gentler song comes on, you can get on your feet, just for a little."

"Hm." That sounded much better than the last one!

"You and--where is Gil?"

"Hey!" he announced himself, rushing over to them with his coat on but not buttoned up despite the cold London air (just for show). "I had to go grab something."

Dane happily got up, surrendering the space next to the Warrior Eternal to the man who would truly know exactly what she needed and how to help.

Gilgamesh pulled out a tiny cake--an individual little mousse, of sorts. "There's a little convenience store around the corner and they had these in the case with the samosas and stuff."

Thena brightened considerably at the sight of a dessert which wouldn't require her to brush elbows with the rest of the party. "It is Sersi's celebration."

Gilgamesh didn't listen, pulling her head in to kiss her temple. "She can celebrate all she wants."

Dane skittered a little closer to the empty tray of glassware again. It was actually topnotch move, and he would have to remember that for the next time Sersi seemed down about something (or he was in trouble for something).

"Another, pal?"

"Please," he smiled at the barkeep. He eyed the couple as Thena dug into the single serving mousse, offering Gilgamesh the first bite from her fork.

"Hey, it's not bad!"

"You could make better," she declared without any room for argument, even as she took a bite of the light and fluffy chocolate with a sigh.

"How're you doing?" Dane heard Gilgamesh asked her much more quietly. His hand ran down her back. "I was a little worried about leaving you, but Sersi said Dane would keep you company."

He blushed faintly, unsure of how to feel about being the designated company keeper for his very lethal sister-in-law.

Thena smiled, though, her hand on Gilgamesh's knee, "he is a fine man. I greatly appreciate that Sersi has him."

Dane jaw nearly dropped as he tried to sip his beer and pretend he wasn't listening. She had never said anything like that to him! Probably never would, too.

"Good," Gil sufficed to say, kissing her cheek again. "So, no flares?"

She shook her head, apparently feeling much more confident in it than a minute ago. Perhaps the little dessert really did that much to improve her mood. "We should dance."

Dane nearly choked on his beer, averting his eyes as he did.

Gilgamesh was definitely surprised by it too, but it didn't take much for him to agree to dance with his own partner, "don't mind if I do."

As Dane had promised, the club mix faded and a much more gentle melody replaced it. He had requested a few 'crowd bummers' himself, as it were, just to ensure that Thena had at least some relief from the pounding dance music.

He smiled into his beer as, on their way past, a hand gave the sleeve of his shirt a faint pinch. She didn't excel in expressing herself with words, but he had to assume it was a way of saying thank you.

[ayotofu]

one of the funniest things my sister has ever said was in this conversation between her husband and her daughter:

her husband: now [daughter], you can bring home absolutely anyone you want, of any gender or race or anything, but do NOT bring home a republican

my sister, staring at him: honey, *i* brought home a republican

husband, who forgot he was once a republican:

[fideidefenswhore]

or, to be extremely clear:

i don't dispute that "no matter Anne’s role in what happened to Mary, it existed, [and] impacted her".

but what has always seemed strange to me is that chapuys' dispatches on the matter are treated as if they are definitive. because we have no corroboration of them (and we don't, despite what weir has claimed-- nothing 'corroborates', there are reports from those such as dr. ortiz, the imperial ambassador to rome, that are relaying what chapuys has already sent him, not corroborating them, as he's not in england himself); the extent of her role is always going to be ambiguous, barring further found evidence on the matter. the only aspect that is definitive is that she was not-- again-- the sole author of mary's treatment, because henry followed an amplified version of the same policy regarding his eldest daughter after anne's execution, and followed it to the extreme.

[anadorablekiwi]

I get to babysit my little 14month old niece tomorrow!

I also got to watch her a little bit today at my place while her mama was chatting with our mom and her daddy was out showing our brother the new truck 😂

She absolutely LOVED chasing the kitties, actually got to pet one, and enjoyed carrying around one of my little kiwi bird plushes (and nom-ing on its beak XD)

[ask-warrior-jaypaw]

why don’t you go talk to tawnypelt? I’m sure she’d love to meet you three

Tawnypelt is here!

[agena87]

M: Are you sure about it, Baby Doll? W: Yes. It's better for everyone. M: Everyone? W: OK, maybe not everyone, but it's what's best for me. For my mental health. But, I guess it's egotistical.

M: Hey! It's good that you put yourself first for once. You're always trying to please people. W: What? I spent my whole life purposefully pissing people off. M: Unimportant people. But, your family, your friends? They are always your priority. So, go be a bit egotistical; it's good for you. W: Mmm... Mutty is sad, though, I can see it. She might always be on Gunther's case about finding his own home, but when one of her kids actually says he'll move, she's suddenly not fond of the idea. M: Well, you do plan to leave the country, not just move a few blocks away from her. She's your mother, of course she doesn't want you to be too far from her. Mind, I don't think Nancy would be too sad if I moved to the other side of the world. Pissed she couldn't spy on me any more, sure, but not sad. W: Your mom's a bint, she doesn't know the chance she has to have you, Johnny, and the girls. M: (scoffs) Oh, she can't stop gushing about her perfect little princesses. But, yeah, Johnny and I... Well, I shouldn't complain, my brother has it way worse. Anyway, we're supposed to talk about you, not my crazy bitch of a mother. Did you already tell Mila where exactly you want to go?

W: Yes. A few days ago. I told her that I might go to Windenburg and she started crying. M: Understandable. Windenburg is not really the nicest or secure place there is. Did you tell her you want to go see your father? W: No. I... (sighs) I'm not even sure if I'll really look for him. Not that finding him would be difficult, but contacting him? Might be a tad different, with him being the Minister of Army or whatever he is these days. And I don't even know if I'll really go to the Capital. Might decide to stop in Brindleton, instead. Go see my grandparents, maybe. M: I'll miss you either way.

M: You know, I like you. Quite a lot. W: So do I. But you don't love me. Not really. And neither do I. M: I could. With time. Or maybe I already do. W: You don't, Mal. But yeah, I could fall in love with you, I suppose, given a few years. But there still would be an Alfie-shaped missing piece coming between us. This thing we had going these last few weeks? It had nothing to do with each other, and everything to do with him. And you know it. That's part of why I have to go. If we continue, we'll end up hurt. M: Why couldn't we fall for each other, instead of him? It would have been simpler. W: Because, neither life nor love, is ever simple or easy. But I'm still here for a few more weeks, so we can pretend we're happy for a bit longer. M: ...I am happy when I'm with you, Puppy. W: Yeah... Now, shut up.

[barbiegirldream]

Holy shit I’ve heard of crusader kings but I didn’t know it was that detailed! Do you control the characters like a point and click game?

it's like basically you have a character who's a ruler small as a county or large as an empire. anywhere from iceland to north africa to india. And you get married have kids. Get murdered try to murder people. Wage wars. Etc etc. Once you die you move on to your heir. You can fiddle with lots of settings and make like gayness totally possible everywhere in 800 AD whatever you want. They throw in historical stuff and let you go ahistorical. Right now I'm going a what if Alfred the Great's older brother never died young without an heir and he never gained control of Wessex playthrough.

I recommend checking out a gameplay video to get a better sense.

[rahabs]

My brain apparently picked “right before my sister’s birthday dinner” as the time to have a complete meltdown. I hate this.

[drusill-a]

This Christmas my only real family are my two mongrels, my yorkie, my cat and an almost empty bottle of wine stolen from my brother's wedding gifts hidden behind my bed.

[fremmedsprak]

oh shit my brother going to be a dad