#thanks babe this was fun!!

[rowanisawriter]

Galezel tirosy I beg!!!

bad knees

bg3, gale/lae’zel, rated g, ~750 words

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“Nothing to worry about here,” he says, although she hasn’t asked or even opened her mouth. “I’m just feeling this storm in my knees. Something you’ll understand when you get older. I think,” he adds, giving her a quick once over. His eyes linger on the tightness of her skin, taut over muscle, the power plain in her arms and her thighs. He looks away, up at the sky, assessing the storm pattern.

“Feel the storm?” she repeats, frowning. “In your knees? Is this a spell?”

He laughs. “No, it’s not a spell. Just age.”

btw if you reading this want to prompt me, my menu is right here :)

[traffrogers]

Not @briefle, @terraglows and i making a comic for @hotguycomiczine???? surely????? with much help from @gingermaple

[silkentine]

May I, just a simple city girl, humbly ask if we'll ever have the possibility of seeing Mr Prince fem sanji?? Ur fem sanji changed my life I love her so bad Ty for drawing her and sharing ur art 😭😭😭♥️♥️

of course we will see more of Ms. Prince

[skyshipper]

@PSCENTRAL​ EVENT 24: TEAM TOOLS PEDRO PASCAL as JAVIER PEÑA - NARCOS (2015-2017)

[uhohdad]

Can’t wait until the aftermath to come out!! By any chance can you give more headcanons on König and reader?? 👀👀

well duh darling i’ve only been waaaaaiting for y’all to ask

‼️ ⚠️ MAJOR SPOILERS FOR THE KONIG X READER HUNGER GAMES AU BELOW⚠️ ‼️

• Konig hated the whiskey. hated the taste, hated the smell, hated the way it made his brain foggy. he only drank it on the train bc he thought it would make Reader think he’s cool 😭

• another reason konig didn’t want to go on the balcony is because he’s afraid of heights. he only did it to hang out with Reader

• seeing Reader in a jacket in his size ahbsbxhahhzxb he was so nervous to offer the jacket to her and seeing her drown in it was making him feel some type of way. you’re so small.

• in addition to watching her sleep the night before the games, he also stayed up late on the balcony to watch Reader sleep. felt like a straight creep he did.

• Konig always sits so far away from Reader because he’s terrified of making her uncomfortable, especially after getting turned on when her leg was on his. Also why he was so fucking baffled when Reader had her leg pressed to his on the train. He so badly wanted it to happen again but he didn’t want to push it. And it really speaks to the true elation he felt it when she was still alive at the end it literally brought him to a sprint to pull her in a hug that was tighter than it should have been.

• Konig’s not one to jump to violence, especially after the incident from his past - but when One called Reader a dog he had his fists clenched fs You’re his weak spot dude he’s always ready to throw hands for you. He feels like it’s his duty, especially since he feels the need to repay her for standing up for him. It really shows in (aside from literally killing for her) when he spoke out of turn to Price - something he would never do if it wasn’t concerning Reader. He really gagged the whole dinner table.

• Konig is especially awkward with Price. and vice versa. They don’t really ‘get’ each other. Konig still respects him and his opinion of him, though. He’s much closer with Ruby.

• god he is just so. enamored with Reader. he is just so happy that they have good banter. he just thinks everything she says is the most charming thing ever.

• I don’t think I can stress enough just how jealous our boy was when Titan was flirting with Reader. Nauseous. He had a whole ‘that’s so raven’ day-mare about you and Titan. The thought of him laying his hands on you. And knowing he had just upset you made him believe he just pushed you right into Titan’s arms. So relieved when you started talking shit on him.

• aside from being devastated that she was upset with him about considering allying with the careers, watching reader handle weapons did something to him.

• He feels so lost when you’re upset, and he has a tendency to blame himself and not the whole ‘being sent to your death thing’

• During Konig’s interview, he was sure Reader knew he had a crush on her. He thought the jig was up.

• I almost made Pluck have a full on moment after the interview, the night before the games - like throwing chairs, breaking glasses, and destroying the suite, but it didn’t end up making the final cut it just didn’t seem to flow with the story.

• It took hours for Konig to work up the courage to go to Reader’s room the night before the games - and he still chickened out.

• Konig was just as haunted if not more by Eleven. He could feel his neck snap.

• I’m screaming, crying, throwing up that I can’t give y’all more games fun facts since I don’t wanna spoil The Aftermath

• y’all ain’t gonna like this one but the TRUTH? Konig was sneaking mad looks at Reader at the waterfall when she wasn’t looking. felt like such a creep.

• felt like the luckiest man alive getting to carry her through the desert. what a simp.

• Konig is the love that cannot be reasoned with. Reader is the hate that cannot be reasoned with.

• Konig sacrificed himself because he couldn’t stand the thought of her not living, period. He truly believed she deserved to live more than him. Reader sacrificed herself partially because that was always the plan - but her motivation in regard to Konig was because she didn’t want to live without him. Her motivations were selfish while his were selfless.

• Reader’s spite was her downfall after all. Price warned her not to let it get the best of her and she ended up taking her own life because of it.

‘We’ll see who wakes up tomorrow, Konig.’

more TGWCM fun facts :)

[erinwantstowrite]

Are you okay with people making edits with your art?

yeah sure! as long as it's credited properly I don't mind edits. but if someone reposts my art, especially without permission, that's what i'm not okay with. i stopped making art for fairy tail because people kept stealing it 💔 but edits are fun and they go back to the og source!! i'm completely ok with y'all devestating me or making me giggle

[lovesodeepandwideandwell]

What are your top five Yoga with Adriene practices? :D I have a playlist of my faves and I’m looking to expand it

This is an excellent question ok. My preferred method is to go through a 30-day series and Breath is my favorite of those. But here are the standalone ones I go back to most often:

Yoga for Flexibility

Feel Your Best

This one for hips (a Godsend during PMS) https://youtu.be/zwoVcrdmLOE

The Movement Medicine ones for calm

and energy

And as a bonus this one

[cordiallyfuturedwight]

1 OF 1, SHINee (2016) ╰┈➤ for @namjoohyuk 💎

[toskasimz]

[rowanisawriter]

For the prompts, I feel like I have to rep for my kids Astarion and Shadowheart and

Tulip - an act of affection so blatant everyone notices

obvious

bg3, astarion/shadowheart, rated t, ~1100 words

She avoids looking at him until she feels the press of his side against hers on their makeshift bench. His body is still a little warm from her blood. There’s a crunchy part of a dead leaf stuck to his shirt. When her eyes eventually, inevitably fall on his face and he gives her an easy smile, she realizes there’s still a drop of her blood on his chin, just under his bottom lip.

Without thinking, a complete mutiny of the body, her hand moves.

if you wanna send a prompt, see my menu here!

[ollieofthebeholder]

either 4 with jmart or 11 with cecilos? (or both, if you want, i just couldn’t decide lol)

4. things you said over the phone

Martin almost always got twitchy when his phone rang. It wasn't like he had loads of friends who were calling or texting him at all hours or anything. If it went off, especially in the middle of the workday, it was almost inevitably the care home calling about a fall, an infection, or an unpaid bill.

So when it rang at quarter past midnight on a Wednesday, he immediately assumed the worst.

For a tempting moment, he considered rolling over, putting his pillow over his head, and pretending to ignore it to deal with the voicemail in the morning, but he knew himself well enough to know he would never do that. So, suppressing a sigh, he grabbed the phone and answered the call. "H'llo?"

"Martin?" The voice on the other end was decidedly not anyone from the home. "I didn't wake you, did I?"

"Jon?" Martin sat bolt upright and reached for his glasses, lying through his teeth. "No, no, I was still up, I - Jesus, are you all right? What happened?"

"N-nothing. Nothing, I'm fine." It was about as convincing as Martin's own protests. "I just...wanted to call and let you know I'm coming home."

"Home," Martin echoed. The word sounded so...unfamiliar in Jon's mouth. He would have expected him to say I'm coming back, but...

"Yes. I - it's going to be a while. I won't be getting in until Thursday." Jon sighed. "Best I could do under the circumstances. I just...I didn't want you to worry."

Martin smiled, because that was so Jon. And, because he was still half asleep and his filters were nonexistent, he blurted, "Bit late for that, really. But thanks for thinking of me."

Jon's soft chuckle sent a spike of warmth through the encroaching fog of embarrassment as Martin realized what he'd said. "I've done little else for the last few days."

Martin started and nearly dropped the phone. He was suddenly wide awake. It took a great deal of effort to speak normally. "Sorry, what?"

There was a long pause before Jon replied. "We'll - we'll talk more when I get home. But I - I miss you, Martin. I didn't realize how much I would miss you before I left. W-we haven't had a lot of time to talk, I know."

"I miss you, too," Martin admitted softly. "And yeah, like you said, we can talk when you get home. What time does your flight get in?"

"Early. Or late, depending on your point of view. I'll make it into the office by the start of the day."

"I mean, I - I was going to say, I'll pick you up. From the airport, I mean." Martin could feel himself blushing in the darkness and was just thankful Jon couldn't see him. "You know, so you don't have to take a cab home alone."

"Oh," Jon said quietly. "I'd...honestly, I would love to say yes, Martin, but the plane is set to touch down at nearly one in the morning. Besides, I - I don't want to risk anything happening to you. I've already been stalked and kidnapped once too often on this trip. I-it might be best not to..."

"Telegraph your movements?" Martin supplied. His heart clenched with worry. "You paid for your ticket in cash, then?"

"I - oh, goddammit, no." Jon hesitated. "Damn the worry. I trust you. I'll be arriving at London Luton Airport at twelve-fifty Thursday morning."

Martin reached for the notebook he'd been failing to compose poetry in and scribbled that down, trying not to verbally react to those three simple words. I trust you. He knew how hard that was. "I'll be there, Jon."

"I can't wait to see you," Jon said softly. "I only wish I'd been able to get an earlier flight, but at this late notice..."

"I understand. I'll be counting the hours," Martin said before he could stop himself. It took a great deal of effort not to call attention to that. "When does your flight leave?"

"Ah - not for another two and a half hours, but--"

There was a beep, and a robotic voice spoke. "Please insert an additional fifty cents to continue the call."

"Jon, are you calling from a payphone?"

"Yes, I - blast. Martin, I-I have to go - get some sleep. I'll see you Thursday. Love you."

The call disconnected before Martin could get out another word, and he stared at his phone. Had he just imagined that? Was he just filling in what he wanted to hear?

Either way, he thought, it would be a conversation for later. For now...he would just have to get through the next twenty-four hours somehow.

And then everything would be all right again. Jon would be home.

[flaming-toads]

Miss Cackle: I remember on one occasion, he turned himself into a chameleon for six weeks to win a simple game of hide-and-seek!

Miss Hardbroom: Impressive!

[sunshinechay]

Poll time!!!!!

I was tagged by @befuddledcinnamonroll and @happypotato48

I’m going to still to QLs though I struggled a little with a theme and to pick just 5 but I managed it :)

So without further ado

I’m going to tag @bunnakit @dramalets @lukaherehelp @zoinkssc00b @talistheintrovert and anyone else who wants to do it :)

[simphic]

[3416]

the thing is, i wouldn't be nearly as bothered about mitch not being on the top line if it wasn't being treated as some kind of proof that he's never been good enough to play there and that it hurts the team or drags auston down when he does. i don't care about domi ultimately, he's an effective player (when he's not taking boneheaded penalties) and obviously it helps to spread out our best guys to make each line that little bit harder to play against by forcing the other team to decide how to matchup. whatever. i don't agree with keefe's choices there but i get the intent.

what i do care about is one of the best players this franchise has ever seen being treated like some kind of anchor holding the team (and auston specifically) back from achieving greatness and using domi's success with auston (BECAUSE of auston tyvm) to paint him as some selfish jealous (genuinely wtf @ this fanfiction in particular coming from an actual media guy) brat pouting over being ~demoted~ when he's never not done what has been asked of him (which is literally fucking everything) and has always been fully on board any time he's been paired with johnny!! or anyone else!! like these are all mitch's guys!!! he loves them and this team /so much/!!!! like i genuinely can't imagine the list of things he loves more than being a leaf is very long

i'm just so tired of so many (non-tumblr) fanspaces being dominated by people who have made an entire personality out of treating him like one of the worst things that's ever happened to the leafs (and, again, auston specifically) because idk they hate his dumb dad (welcome to the club weirdos!!!) and/or can't "forgive" him for his contract. even the critique of him in the playoffs is overblown in comparison to the rest of the team and the goalposts for what it means to be a ~playoff performer~ always seem to find a way to shift as needed to single him out as some kind of unique failure among the group which.. rme for all time

anyway sorry for venting lmao it's just such a bummer but WHATEVER here's to mitchell daniel marner having the best damn playoffs of his damn life!!!!!!!! go leafs go

ohhh anon. so many things i can (and will) say here, but you and i are totally on the same wavelength, lol. that's what has made this stretch so much worse imo... auston on a hot streak with two mid guys and workable chemistry (for now) all around, and we try spreading out the "offense" but actually... for the leafs... i think spreading the offense is less what we're doing w 1634 and more... shifting defensive responsibility off of our 'top' line and giving them easier matchups by putting the tougher ones with the mcmann-jt-marner line bc mitch is there now to take on some more defensive responsibility that isn't doable by players like willy/whoever else plays rw there. (which annoys me in it's own way bc it makes the 'top' line look more impressive stat wise while not even dealing with the most dangerous 'top' line on the other team, lol but.. it's still gonna require auston to be On Top of it all the time bc he's by himself defensively.. only reason it annoys me is the discourse afterward too like anyway). mitch and auston are our best all around players by quite a bit, lol, so i get WHY splitting them up works well too, but when people get mad that they're together so much... when they've proven to work better and be more dangerous year after year as a duo... i mean, peoples anger should be at the rest of the lineup that sometimes doesn't pull their own weight in that regard, lol. i get the experiment we're running rn. i'm not confident it will work, but we will see. i don't care if it does or doesn't... doesn't change the fact that ultimately, i know they want to play together the most and that hasn't changed bc of some randos that came in this year so. i genuinely think auston requests to play with mitch often after not being allowed to for a couple years, and this year he's sucking it up for the playoffs and trying something different for the sake of the team.

as for the way a lot of people treat mitch as expendable... it's so frustrating to me too... just the double standards abt him vs anyone else are insane. even tonight, seeing people lose their fucking minds over max reposting a fan's hype video without credit and assuming he made it (?? lol) and drooling all over themselves about how he "has the passion", but like... mitch had a video made last year and people were telling him to get off social media and perform better in the playoffs in the exact same spaces like. if he even comes on social media near the playoffs, it's always just hateful. honestly.... so many leaf fans don't deserve him and don't deserve to see a cup in their entire lifetimes either, lol. it makes my relationship with this team so much more complicated to have such a hate for the fanbase like that. like . this year, i just care so much less about the team as a whole too. i'm less connected to the overall results, lmao. i love the leafs and want my guys specifically to be able to win the cup in their lifetime more than anything, but i realllyyy don't care about some of these ppl on our team and i hate how the worst fans in this fanbase feel so vindicated over the dumbest ugliest shit. like i'd give anything to not have to see braindead opinions for a single day. as much as i'm rooting for them, if this isn't the year... well. we move, lol. i wouldn't die! (which is exactly why they'll prob do it this year lol) i'll feel competitive while watching the playoffs, esp vs the bruins, but like... whatever happens happens man. my men will be coming back and i hope some other ones won't, regardless of playoff results. sometimes it's even less about the player himself and more about the idiots attached.

all i literally care about this year is mitch's performance since we're going into a contract year for him. nothing he could possibly do would get people off his back but that, and somehow his points never seem to matter in the playoffs bc they're in games we're already winning ?? but yeah. the willy is our best playoff performer narrative makes me fucking laugh man........ like people will lower their standards and move their goalposts and do ANYTHING to make it seem like mitch is cancerous and the reason we keep losing and everyone else steps up when he doesn't and it's just a fucking lie. morgan is the only one with visible elevation in the playoffs imo, and . idk. maybe the way the team's structured rn and shifting players to different lines will work. maybe it won't. we won a round not doing it last year, so it's not like that's THE make or break thing and we haven't even seen this lineup play a single meaningful game in the last month fnlkdsjf or a singular playoff game so. it's all a LOT of big talk. at the end of the day.. if the leafs ever make it to the cup.. itll be 1634 passing it to each other and their names next to each other and that's all i want for them, honestly. leafs duo of all time regardless of the dumbasses the 23-24 season has emboldened.

[youcalledmebabe]

69 for winnix 👉👈?

send me a pairing and a number and I’ll write a drabble for you

a little prequel babe’s anatomy winnix for you!

69. “Why the hell are you bleeding!?”

Dick stares at the white curtain, trying not to get irritated about the plastics intern taking his sweet time coming downstairs. It’s five thirty a.m. What could possibly be more pressing than an ER page? Didn’t Lew give them the answer pages at a run lecture? Eugene had it down but then, Dick was lucky. He’d gotten the best intern.

He keeps looking at the curtain. It’s actually not white, it’s very pale blue, with little flowers and—seriously where is Peacock. He allows himself a sigh. A little blood drips onto his UMich t-shirt.

Someone yanks the curtain aside, almost pulling the rod down with it. Lew stands, in rumpled blue scrubs, chest heaving. See? He takes pages at a run.

“What happened to you? Why did I have to hear from Malarkey that you were in the ER after being slashed?” Lew demands.

Dick smiles, a little wry. “It’s nothing. A small laceration. Your intern was supposed to take care of it.”

“How did you get slashed? Why are you saying that like it’s normal? You’re from Pennsylvania,” Lew says, snapping on a pair of gloves.

“A man approached me on my run this morning and wanted some money. I didn’t have any. He got angry.”

The frown on Lew’s face deepens. He starts to clean the cut, one hand on Dick’s jaw, the other carefully dabbing under his eye. Zygomatic bone, Dick thinks, flashing back to anatomy. He’s just grateful it wasn’t his eye.

“The one time I don’t go with you,” Lew says.

Dick snorts. “The one time?”

Lew shakes his head and takes out a suture kit before replacing his gloves.

“You’re going to do my stitches?” Dick says, incredulous. “Shouldn’t you be reconstructing an ear or repairing a cleft palate?”

“It was stitch you up or prep Strayer’s wife for her yearly facelift.”

Lew dabs numbing cream on Dick’s face. His touch is soft, delicate, somehow gentler than any of the other surgeons. Their eyes meet and Dick wonders, for the millionth time, if he remembers their kiss. If he ever thinks about it. It’s on the tip of Dick’s tongue; it always is, but he thinks of his father’s advice. Some things should stay buried.

Lew pierces him with the needle and Dick winces. “Sorry,” Lew murmurs, running his thumb over his forehead. Almost a caress. Almost is all they get these days, with Lew and Cathy ‘working on their marriage’ and ‘prioritizing couple time.’

“I just can’t believe you were going to let Peacock at you with a needle,” Lew says.

Dick watches him, enjoys his full attention. He can’t believe it either now; he should’ve called Nix right away. What a nice twist of fate that he should get injured while Lew is working. “He’s an intern,” he says. “How else will he learn? He needs practice. Nobody is hopeless after practice.”

Lew bites his lip in concentration. “Some faces are too pretty to be practice.”

Dick hopes there isn’t a pleased scarlet flush on his face. Pretty. He knows, but he only really hears it from Deetta these days. “Is that the official position of the plastics department?”

“Now that Peacock is the future? Yes,” Lew says. He finishes the stitch and pulls back, taking a second to admire his work. “There. Shouldn’t even scar.”

“Thanks, Nix.”

“Anytime,” he says, slipping off his gloves. “But you’re not allowed to run without me again.”

“Sure,” Dick humors him. Lew’s been working nights to avoid Cathy and when he’s not working nights, he’s drinking himself to sleep. He’ll believe it when he sees it.

⚕️⚕️⚕️

The next morning, Lew sits on the edge of the park fountain in his blue Yale shirt. He’s blinking, bleary, but here. Maybe Dick gets more than almost after all.