#share a snippet

[femboylando]

lestappen snippet

I was tagged by @landoom to share a snippet of the fic I'm working on !!!!!! thank you for giving me a tag :( <3

I am not writing much outside of my lestappen regency au so I only have that to offer

I'm not too familiar with people on here yet so I will simply open this to anyone who I am following or come across this !!!! please share a snippet of what you are working on <3

this snippet isn't very lestappen but I adore lando and Charles so

“I suppose…He enjoys cooking. He talks highly of sharing meals and treats with his mother and sister…perhaps I could cook for him? Perhaps something from his home? He is belgian…but I have no way of knowing what else they could make out there. I only know what Max has made. I  do not want to copy him and bore him.” “Oh do not worry about recipes, Charles. My mother is Belgian, you know? I grew up on the food myself, so I will source the recipes myself and I could even taste them if you wish, so you do not poison your future husband.” Lando followed the small jab with a giggle. “Lord, do not say that! I am capable of learning!” “Did you not burn a whole dish once?” Lando asked, eyebrows raised.

[luchodiaz]

Ibrahim Alagha, an irish citizen who was living in Gaza, gives his first interview after returning home to Ireland with his wife and three children

Ibrahim was also at the march yesterday, a day after he arrived in Ireland. a relative of his shared this:

blessing Ibrahim and his family and hoping for the safe return of many others, remembering all those who didn't get the chance to reunite with their families 🇵🇸🇮🇪

[cacaocheri]

thinking about how sun is a touchy bastard and needs to be soooo sneaky to get closer to yn

[luvo27]

Look its about how sometimes alfred will threaten to/talk about resigning from his job and wondering about the dynamic of how alfred would have raised bruce as an employee instead of a parent and the skewed power dynamic and how threatening to resign might have been one of the ways alfred was able to actually get bruce to listen to him and how it would have been so effective because bruce was a child who lost his parents violently and would not want to lose another and its about how this relationship shapes the way the Batman and Robin dynamic works. Does love make the most sense when its a job. Is firing robin a test to see if they love him when they dont have to or is it him proving to them he loves then when it isnt a job. I dont know what im talking about but do you see where my mind is at

[lukazade]

Your honour.... your honour please it's raining... it's raining.. let them have a little romance...... come on your honour please.....

Snippet of the fic you're never going to see (but that this art is based on) below!

It's just a fluff piece, timkon, nothing exciting happens, you lack the context. They're just making up after an argument. Oh also it's a bit cringe. But if you've read any of my writing (it's not often, but it's on the page here and there) you'll know I'm very cringe.. ��

After he's showered, Tim comes to sit with him on the bed, the air of the van still a bit too quiet. Things got too heated, even the unrelenting downpour couldn't douse them. Tim's hand sets upon Kon's, tentative, and Kon doesn't push him aside. After all, on the way back, they both realised it was a pretty stupid argument. But then again, weren't they always. "Sorry I rushed you." Tim's voice is a sigh, barely audible over the rain against the window. "I'll make it up to you, I'm the reason things went wrong today." Of course he's blaming himself, Kon thinks; that's their favourite couple's activity. He gives Tim a strained smile, fighting the urge to begin another circle of no, it was my fault more, and get them into another argument. They're both too stubborn - it'd help more to do something productive now that they both feel more inclined to listen and apologise. So instead of that, he takes the towel from Tim's shoulders, lifting it to his still-soaked hair, gently rubbing the water from it. He could use TTK, to dry them both immediately, but Tim likes this sort of thing. He acts like he could live without it, but Kon really doesn't think he could. And, just as expected, Tim's shoulders steadily deflate. Kon feels his own do the same, relieved. "I wasn't mad, Tim. I just get overwhelmed sometimes- you know that- and I don't think things through very well once I'm in that zone. I just mean, well, I don't mean to-" "I can't believe you're stealing my lines." Tim cuts him off, with a small, sorry face. "You don't need to overexplain. I really am sorry." "Me, too." He nods. "And I think I was just mad because it's rained for a week straight, actually. No sun makes me cranky." He offers a cheeky grin. "You're annoying, but not that bad." Tim rolls his eyes, and leans just a touch forward. "You're an idiot." Kon doesn't really want to take the bait, but how can he avoid it if Tim adores cliché? "I'm your idiot." Tim brushes a hand up his arm, the room feeling warm and cosy again. "And if it wasn't the sun's fault that you got upset, I-" "Tim." "What?" He snorts. He can never just accept Kon's easy outs, can he? "Fine, fine. I'm--" He stops himself before he says he's sorry again, flushing. Kon tries not to laugh.

[cloudcastor]

secret rendezvous

[demaparbat-hp]

Oh, Lala...

[kettlefire]

As Good as Good Gets (DP X DC Snippet)

Richard "Dick" Grayson is the golden child. In the eyes of the public, and in the eyes of the league. Dick is a sweet, caring son, a man who went from being a sidekick to being a hero. The pipeline from Robin to Nightwing had many people applauding his dedication to keeping Gotham safe.

No one knew the full story, not truly. No one but Bruce Wayne himself. And maybe a certain butler. Many don't know that Dick only became Robin to stop him from hunting down and killing the man who killed his parents.

No one really knows about the harsh fights and arguments he has had with Bruce. The times when Dick would find himself cut off from the Wayne name for a week or so. No one knows that the first person Dick warmed up to was Alfred. Having been bribed with cookies.

Things weren't always this good, trusting, happy relationship between Bruce and Dick. It had been a rough ride, a complicated one. But that was okay, because it got better.

Dick stopped being so moody and angsty. He grew up, he learned, and he changed. He became an older brother, found people that needed him. Needed him in a way that the citizens of Gotham didn't need him.

His brothers like to call him annoying. A goody two shoes who Bruce trusted more than everyone else. They couldn't fathom how someone like Dick could be so stupid and bubbly at all times.

All times, except when shit hits the fans. Despite the name calling, despite coining Dick as the stupid Wayne. They all knew better. They knew that when it mattered, Dick Grayson always pulled through. He was a force to be reckoned with when needed.

The whole Wayne family was a force to be reckoned with when called for. It didn't have to be under the guise of costumes and vigilante acts. Whether he was Officer Grayson or Nightwing, Dick was a man with his morals and values.

One night on patrol as Officer Grayson, Dick found someone who needed that force. A force willing to protect and care for the innocent. The hurt. The damaged, yet still good.

It started like any other night. A call of shots fired by an empty warehouse. There was no sighting or knowledge of any rouges being there, so Dick took the call. Told the team he'll contact them if it seems more than just a civilian incident.

The warehouse was dark, reeked of copper and oil. It didn't take long for Dick to find the trail. The liquid he found looked like the person had been dragged before walking. There was a clear struggle, even with the mess and emptiness that was the warehouse.

That wasn't Dick's biggest concern. The concern lay in just how much blood there was. Too much for any normal person to lose and still manage to stumble through the warehouse.

It wasn't just blood. It wasn't that much, but Dick could spot the strangeness in the liquid. The mixed in green that had an eerily similar color and glow as a certain pit.

Without thinking, Dick followed the trail. Barely remembering to make contact with his family. Give them an update on what he found. Words telling him to stay put for backup went in one ear and out the other.

Something in Dick's gut was telling him he couldn't wait. He needed to find the source. Whoever was currently bleeding out in this warehouse. He silenced the comm, moving further through the dimly lit building.

Then Dick found it. Or more so, he found him. It was just a boy. A boy that reminded Dick too much of the youngest Wayne. A boy sat against a wall, looking pale and weak.

Red and green coated the front of the boy's shirt, arms wrapped tightly around his middle. An attempt to stem the bleeding. A puddle had already started to form beneath the boy, and Dick moved without thinking once again.

He quickly found himself kneeling beside the boy, hands carefully reaching out. Before Dick even touched him, the boy flinched. Eyelids suddenly opened, wide and terrified blue eyes landed on Dick's.

In just that one look, Dick knew what he had to do. The haunting, terrified, and pained look in the boy's eyes told Dick everything he needed to know. The boy was in danger. Someone had hurt this kid, and it was clear it wasn't the first time.

The boy struggled weakly against Dick's touch, terrified whimpers, and barely coherent pleas spilled from the kid's lips. It had Dick's heart aching, clear as day the poor kid has been through hell and back.

It took a lot of reassurance, gentle touches, and promises of help before the kid let Dick take a look at the bleeding wound. A promise on Dick's soul had been the final thing that earned him any semblance of trust. A strange promise, but Dick was willing to make it.

That concern turned to pure anger the moment Dick managed to pull the sticky shirt away from the wound. The sight of a Y-incision cut perfectly into the skin, stitches tight on the skin, but blood still leaking heavily from the wound.

It didn't take long for Dick to realize why. Despite the perfect surgical care of the wound, a good couple of stitches had broken. Leaving gaping spots for that red and green liquid to pour out of.

The boy was deathly silent, tears streaking down his cheek as wide blue eyes stayed trained on Dick. In that moment, Dick knew he had to help. Had to get the kid to safety, patch him up, and find out what kind of monster would do this.

It didn't matter if the kid was human or not. It didn't matter if the kid had special abilities or not. No one, absolutely no one, deserved to be vivisected.

The kid was shrouded in mystery, but that mystery only seemed to grow and become clearer when Bruce had entered the scene. The boy had tensed, eyes flashing a bright glowing green.

Lazarus pit green.

It set a pit of dread in Dick's gut. His mind brings forward memories of Jason. Jason, after his revival, after his dip in that cursed pit. The same flash that his brother would get if he got too angry. Too emotional.

As much as Dick wanted to focus on finding who did this, if it had any connection to Ra's al Ghul. He couldn't. Not when the kid tried to get up, to pull away as Bruce and the others made their way closer.

Right now, Dick only cared about making sure the boy was okay. Fixing those stitches, getting him a meal, and a warm bed.

He needed to get this kid someplace where he felt safe and secure. Comfortable and protected. Dick wasn't sure why. Maybe it was the promise he had made, but he wasn't letting anyone get to the kid.

That included his family. As strange as it seemed, Dick put himself between the others and the kid. Shooting them all a glare that they had only ever seen a handful of times.

Dick lifted the poor boy up in his arms, cradling the crying child close as he led the way out of the warehouse. Ignoring the questions or confusion coming from Bruce and the others. As Dick walked, feeling the trembling boy clinging to him, he made a rather obvious realization.

Maybe the eldest son really was more like Bruce than he expected. Just a few short moments the the boy, a boy that Dick didn't know his name, and he was ready to pull out adoption papers. To give the boy a safety he so desperately needs.

Give him the chance that Bruce had given him all those years ago.

[mizgnomer]

David Tennant and Catherine Tate having fun on the set of Wild Blue Yonder / Doctor Who 60th Anniversary

(and Bernard Cribbins too)

[mellohiizz]

I am still not over him... Also, I guess you guys can have a small nibble of Wifiescest just as a little treat. I found the song Real Boy by Lola Blanc after forgetting about it for years and went wait a moment... this reminds me of someone...

[trombonechurchill]

Thirsty Thursday

Tagged by @setmeatopthepyre and @chimneyz thank you~

😏been awhile since I've had anything to share but I've been struck down by yet another new WIP, shocker. a 5+1 of Bartender!Buck trying to guess the favourite drink of his new favourite, totally normal, very human patron, Tommy...

"Fine. I'm fine," he says tightly. It's not exactly convincing. "Alliums," he adds, unhelpfully, clearing his throat and gripping the sink tighter when Buck only tilts his head in confusion. "Allergic to alliums. Like onions or-" "Garlic- Oh shit, Tommy I'm sorry, there was garlic salt in the rim- I had no idea." Tommy raises a hand and Buck falls quiet, shocked as his mouth seems to close on its own. Tommy's breaths are still coming in rabid gasps, a shudder passing over him that finally manages to kick Buck's brain back into gear. It's been a minute since his last first-aid course but he'd feel better if he could at least check Tommy over, the urge to get his hands on him almost overwhelming, like Tommy might simply disappear into the ugly bathroom tile if Buck can't rest his hands on him. "Hey, you sure you're okay?" Tommy flinches when Buck's palm settles lightly on his back and he's struck by the lack of body heat. There's a sheen of sweat over Tommy's skin and he blinks thickly as he turns to regard Buck, seemingly confused how he could have gotten next to him. Buck frowns, reaching out to rest the back of his hand on Tommy's clammy forehead. "You're kinda freaking me out, man." "Sorry," Tommy says thickly, swaying into the contact and shutting his eyes. Buck swears he can feel the weight of it, the sudden lack of Tommy's eyes on his, like someone slowly turning the dial on the old radio in his Jeep, static fuzz creeping in if he looks too long. He let's the hand drop, suddenly not sure how long he'd been holding it to Tommy's flushed skin, laments the loss of contact immediately. He's been serving Tommy for months now but it's telling that he's never seen him drunk. Tommy's a social drinker, though he rarely talks to the other bar patrons when Buck's busy. It's part of why Buck likes Tommy as a customer so much, never had to cut him off, never had to haul Tommy bodily outside when they hit closing time. Now though, Tommy swaying in and out of Buck's space like a stormy sea, eyes hazy as he leans awkwardly, still breathing hard. Maybe Buck does really need to call someone- "Sorry, I'm really sorry," Tommy rasps again, finally loses his valiant battle with gravity as he presses his face into Buck's throat, full weight of him solid along Buck's chest as his arms come up to cradle him automatically. "Hey, no you're good, I've uh- I've seen way worse in a bar bathroom are you kidding?" Buck stutters at the cold press of Tommy's nose under his jaw, feels the flutter of breath on his skin as Tommy inhales deeply. Feels his blood burn hot at the idea that Tommy might be smelling him.

np tagging @emphasisonthehomo, @ambernotember, @frogsinflannel, @dark-alice-lilith, @sunnywithachanceofbi, @disaster-j, @3min17sec, @mustlovetommy, @nzchance, @gothwizardmagic, @insecuregodcomplex, @bangpop91, @powersuitup @vamphours, and @o0anapher0o if you guys have anything to share <3

[andarateiacantori]

am i crazy or has very little of what bioware has revealed so far been actual "spoilers" and not just very typical game marketing to get people interested in the story... like i get wanting to go in blind of course but then you shouldnt be watching this marketing stuff to start with lol

[wordsofwilderness]

Found this beauty in my writing notes:

[parkitaco]

what if we shared a bed in ur tiny dorm room after not speaking for years and shared our deep thoughts… and we were both boys…

[northern-passage]