#she is ready

[vibes516]

I don’t know why- but this specific song on the soundtrack hits the feels.

Something about Omega’s story with TBB coming to an end, and knowing that there’s still a future for her. And for all of us I guess

She really is ready. All the fights, side quests, imprisonment, pain, sorrow, it’s all worth it. It’s all gonna be okay.

[lovesickhotel]

Many looks

[owlsandwich]

The face of someone seeing peacocks for the first time

[aitana-bonmati14]

Doña Aitana 💙❤️

[softquietsteadylove]

Hi! Really enjoyed the bodyguard AU! Would you do one where Gil is sick and home and Thena visits him after a little show?

Would be really cool thanks ❤️👀

Gil shuddered as he turned over in his bed. He blinked, wondering if he was really awake of if this was some sort of dream.

"Hey."

"Hey," he rasped, although his throat was even more dry from sleep, and his coughing hadn't helped. He attempted to sit up, although she had to help him with it. "What are you doing in here? I told you I was sick."

"And I told you I'd bring you some things," Thena sighed as she even plumped his pillows around his head for him.

He shook his head, blinking at her with eyes that felt like they were on fire just being open. At least she was nice to look at. "What if you get sick? Kingo will kill me."

"I won't let him," Thena cooed, running her hand over his forehead and then through his hair. "You're still feverish."

Gil let his head drift to his bedside table. He had to squint a little at the lights of the clock. "I think I took something for it around 3."

"Then you're long overdue," Thena declared as she rustled around the bag of things she'd brought with her.

Gil smiled as she pulled out an aloe drink and a bottle of fever and sinus focused painkillers. She had gone to the Korean grocer he'd told her he preferred just a block away from his building. "You have any trouble getting in?"

She shook her head, even opening both bottles for him before handing over the drink and one blue tablet. "There might have been some paps around, but a hat and some sunglasses and a mask pretty much did the trick."

"You should be wearing a mask now," Gil grumbled, still not wanting to give her whatever he had come down with after their last trip.

Thena shrugged though, comfortable on her perch at the edge of his bed. "I'm not worried about whatever you have. I never seem to give you my colds, I doubt I can get yours."

That reasoning wasn't entirely right but he didn't have the brain power to correct it.

"Besides," Thena tilted her head, brushing her nice cool hand over his feverish skin again. "You always take care of me when I'm sick. I'm only doing what you would do for me."

That wasn't fair; he would do anything if it was for her.

Thena took the drink from him and capped it, setting it on the nightstand. "Are you feeling any better from this morning?"

"A little," he nodded, although the margin was slim. He picked his head up, "how was the show?"

"Uneventful," she smiled; uneventful meant that nothing had gone wrong, and that was how Thena liked her shows to go.

Gil frowned, "how was the venue security?"

She laughed gently, and it was so soft and lovely it made him feel a little better. "They were perfectly sufficient, Gil."

"Perfect and sufficient don't go together, Thena," he pointed out with an unmoved scowl.

"Yes, you're right," she conceded, pursing her lips at him in good humour as she pulled his blankets up again. She moved from her spot on the edge to grab his spare pillow and shimmy it under his knees. "You're what perfect security is, and they're sufficient."

"That just means they did their jobs, sweet'art," Gil mumbled as he let her jostle him somewhat in an attempt to make him more comfortable. "It's the bare minimum."

"Things went well, Gil," she promised with some finality to it. She ran her fingers through his hair again. "You don't have to worry about me. You just have to rest so you can get better again."

So he wouldn't have to leave her in anyone else's hands again.

Thena smiled, moving to the other side of his bed and crawling over to sit on top of the comforter. "Kingo sent me some of the stuff he recorded for promotions or social media--or something."

"Thena," Gil sighed as she pulled out her phone and leaned on his shoulder, "I'm all sweaty-"

"Here," she smiled, pushing the far end of her phone into his hand while she held the other. "I took your advice and asked the wardrobe at the venue to add that stuff to my shoes that would keep me from slipping."

He nodded; the last thing they needed was her slipping on the stairs and spraining her knee again. He smiled; the video was from backstage, but the performance did seem to be going well. The crowd was engaged and supportive, and that meant Thena could get out of her head and genuinely perform.

Thena turned her head away but failed to put her hand in front of her mouth for a massive yawn.

Gil, despite his aches and fever and cold sweat and stuffy nose, was on alert immediately. "You're tired--you should get some sleep, Thena. I know you're still jet lagged from the trip, but-"

"It's fine," she sighed, laying her head on his shoulder as she continued to show him videos of the concert. "Kingo wanted to show you how things went. Apparently you were quite insistent about things before tonight?"

"Guilty," he chuckled. He had definitely gotten on Kingo's last nerve by texting him from bed about all the little things he usually did for Thena before and after a show to ensure maximum comfort for her.

"It's okay," she mumbled, nearly whispering as her eyes started to droop and she melted into his side. "We can survive one night without you."

"Thena," Gil nudged her, but she was fading fast, slumping down beside him, on top of the comforter and without his spare pillow under her head.

"But I don't wanna do more shows without you, either," she sufficed to sigh as she settled on his bed out of sheer exhaustion.

Gil sighed; he didn't know if he had the strength to carry her to the couch in his current state. He supposed at least she wasn't in bed with him--with his clammy sheets and sweaty pillow. He didn't even want to think about what he smelled like.

Thena whined as he tried to resituate her, taking his knees-pillow and putting it under her head again. He reached to the end of the bed - with a good amount of effort - and managed to sort his spare blanket over her. She would be spread out like a starfish soon enough, anyway.

But for now, she was cuddled right up to him, forehead pressed to his arm and her hand on his wrist. She pulled at him a little, not that he thought she was conscious enough for it to be for a real reason.

"You stay down there," he smiled, turning out his bedside lamp again and settling against the pillows she had arranged for him. Maybe he would be able to breathe through his nose better if he slept like this anyway. He pushed some hair away from her face, "away from my germs."

Thena let out a sigh, settling on slipping her hand into his, "I like your germs."

[piranhasbreath]

Like this for a starter with our beloved spider queen, Elise.

[coyotecreek]

Stashin' and smashin' that hay.

[dreamsofalifeold]

MISTLETOE HEADBAND TIME!!!

[shakeitoff6202]

Taylor performed “Exile” with Bon Iver at his concert in London tonight for the first time live ever

[tretramonti]

literally any creature no matter how scary: *exists*

Ariel: I'm your mother now

[pangur-and-grim]

Pangur stopped eating due to horrible, horrible stress of occasionally hearing a baby animal mew, so I have found a spot outside the kitten radius to feed her

[inkskinned]

because sometimes there are invisible tests and invisible rules and you're just supposed to ... know the rule. someone you thought of as a friend asks you for book recommendations, so you give her a list of like 30 books, each with a brief blurb and why you like it. later, you find out she screenshotted the list and send it out to a group chat with the note: what an absolute freak can you believe this. you saw the responses: emojis where people are rolling over laughing. too much and obsessive and actually kind of creepy in the comments. you thought you'd been doing the right thing. she'd asked, right? an invisible rule: this is what happens when you get too excited.

you aren't supposed to laugh at your own jokes, so you don't, but then you're too serious. you're not supposed to be too loud, but then people say you're too quiet. you aren't supposed to get passionate about things, but then you're shy, boring. you aren't supposed to talk too much, but then people are mad when you're not good at replying.

you fold yourself into a prettier paper crane. since you never know what is "selfish" and what is "charity," you give yourself over, fully. you'd rather be empty and over-generous - you'd rather eat your own boundaries than have even one person believe that you're mean. since you don't know what the thing is that will make them hate you, you simply scrub yourself clean of any form of roughness. if you are perfect and smiling and funny, they can love you. if you are always there for them and never admit what's happening and never mention your past and never make them uncomfortable - you can make up for it. you can earn it.

don't fuck up. they're all testing you, always. they're tolerating you. whatever secret club happened, over a summer somewhere - during some activity you didn't get to attend - everyone else just... figured it out. like they got some kind of award or examination that allowed them to know how-to-be-normal. how to fit. and for the rest of your life, you've been playing catch-up. you've been trying to prove that - haha! you get it! that the joke they're telling, the people they are, the manual they got- yeah, you've totally read it.

if you can just divide yourself in two - the lovable one, and the one that is you - you can do this. you can walk the line. they can laugh and accept you. if you are always-balanced, never burdensome, a delight to have in class, champagne and glittering and never gawky or florescent or god-forbid cringe: you can get away with it.

you stare at your therapist, whom you can make jokes with, and who laughs at your jokes, because you are so fucking good at people-pleasing. you smile at her, and she asks you how you're doing, and you automatically say i'm good, thanks, how are you? while the answer swims somewhere in your little lizard brain:

how long have you been doing this now? mastering the art of your body and mind like you're piloting a puppet. has it worked? what do you mean that all you feel is... just exhausted. pick yourself up, the tightrope has no net. after all, you're cheating, somehow, but nobody seems to know you actually flunked the test. it's working!

aren't you happy yet?

[chloesimaginationthings]

"Oswald's mom has got it going on" - FNAF Pit bonnie

[alyxtherat]

you have been SNIFED, reblog to snif the next person

[echointernationaljumpers]

I WANT YOUR BAD... YOUR BAD ROMANCE!

Today Sarah was the one training. She has been working hard with Romance to make her ready for sale, and she will be up for grabs soon too. Especially her jumping has improved. She is jumping taller and taller these days, and becomes better at each session.

We have also found her papers. She is from a stable with the prefix EIEC, and so we have added that to her name at our website.

But Sarah and Romance has been training. She will be ready for her first show soon to prove herself. The mare has been flying over the obstacles like she had never done anything else. She also had her 4 years birthday the other day, so she is ready for beginning to show herself at shows.

Today she was marvelous. She just jumped everything Sarah put her in front of.

"Come on Rommy, you can do it!" I cheered the mare on, and they cantered towards an obstacle, the first one of today.

The mare breathed heavily, and tensed her body ready to do a big jump. Just like that she was over it, and Sarah patted her neck, whispering something to the mare I couldn't here.

"She is really on fire today!" I told her. Pictures were hard to take because it was quite dark today, soon it would begin to rain, I thought.

"Oh yes she is!" Sarah yelled to me, as she slowed down the mare, "Can you make that obstacle over there a little higher?"

"Sure!" I called back, setting the bar up a hole or two, "Ready!"

As I had called out the obstacle to be ready, Sarah pushed the mare into canter, then urged her faster, as they cantered towards the obstacle. The mare didn't look the least bit nervous. She looked like she truly loved it, and I could see Sarah did too.

She probably wanted to keep Romance, but she also knew - just as well as I did - that we couldn't. Our job was to take in horses, train and heal them and then find them a forever home. And that home couldn't be with us, or our barn would be full in no time!

Anyway I only pulled up the camera in time to snatch another picture. We definitely would need a few for the sales add, or we could forget everything about getting her sold. She was such a good mare though, and I was sure she would find a good home.

Both Sarah and Romance panthed when they had finished the obstacle course, and slowed down into slow canter. The mare was carrying herself well already, for someone being only 4 years old.

"Let's cool down by riding past the pastures," she urged me, and I patted the mare's neck when I got close enough.

"Let's do it," she replied, leading the mare out of the small arena we had on our grounds.

Riding past the stallions' pasture Zagazig seemed to follow us all the way round. He was probably excited to see a mare. Mostly we kept them seperated as a stallion like Zagazig would kick into very high gear when smelling mares. Which was yet another thing we had to work on, if we wanted him to stay stallion.

He would probably end up gelded though, if he kept this act up.

"See he is following us!" I laughed to Sarah, who rode Romance for long reins.

"Oh! I can see that!" she said, looking back at him running around as she laughed.

After the cooldown Sarah took the mare to the barn, and gave her a good rubdown. Just like that today's training was over, and I had gotten some good pictures for a sales add.

[l3irdl3rain]

Bacon of the breakfast litter meeting her cousins, the Hobbits.