#they're on their little boat

[littledozerdraws]

Adam and Maciek after BUDLF 💛

[kastalani123]

Tbh I think Leo, Hazel, and Frank could've had such an interesting dynamic that was thrown away in favour of a love triangle because,,,,, heteronormativity, IG.

Think about it!

Hazel and Leo's powers are beautiful and beloved by their mothers — Marie partially due to greed, yes, but do not tell me she did not cup her daughter's tiny hands and tell her no stone could shine as bright as her, just as Esperanza cupped her son's chubby face and told him no fire compared to the one in his chest.

And yet, they are curses, ones that fell the ones that loved them so dearly.

Frank and Leo are the embodiment of their mothers' deaths — war, ever-shifting and unpredictable, and fire, flickering and explosive. Both deadly, so unbelievably deadly, but unavoidable and romanticized, the subject of so many paintings and songs and novels, of unhealthy fascinations that often end with death.

And yet, both their mothers fell in love with those very things, and of that love they were born, bonfires of potential.

This is not be the basis for a friendship, of course — especially not in the context of the story.

Hazel needs to remind herself: this is not Sammy. He looks like him and he acts like him and he laughs like him, but it is not him. She observes him closely to pin down the oddities, to help her differentiate them enough that she stops choking every time she must speak to him.

This is not a friendship.

Frank needs to remind himself: this is not the enemy. He will not fire a cannon at him, will not leave him to fend for himself in a fight, will not clutch his life tight and watch it crumble to ash. He observes him closely to never let him get too close, to prevent him from getting a chance to burn him, accidentally or not.

This is not a friendship.

This is not a friendship, but it is an understanding — when Leo uses a blowtorch rather than his own fire, when Hazel hurls glittering garnets at the walls and off the ship with a wail, when Frank breaks a mirror and falls apart at the sight of his bloody hands.

What is a friendship is this:

Hazel learns Leo's humour and she learns how to fit into it — not like with Sammy, never like with Sammy, but fit nonetheless. They learn to feed off each other, to encourage each other, to let loose and menace the others with maniacal laughter because they can, here on this ship, with kids no better than them. And when they're done, when they wind down and calm down, content and satisfied with working out their anger at the world — then, Leo learns to keep the engine room door open, to keep a pile of blankets and pillows in the corner, and Hazel learns to make her way into the hull of the ship, to make a nest of blankets and pillows. And he brings his schematics and tools, and she brings her sketchbooks and tools, and they work: she, humming songs from bygone days; he, rambling with no desire for an answer.

This is a friendship.

Frank learns Leo's tics, what makes him flare up or clam up or cheer up, and Leo does the same in return. They learn to work around each other, to fit together just so so as to cooperate without stepping on each other's toes. And when they finally do that, when they're not flinching or jumping or bursting at each other — then, they learn to sneak into the training room, to learn to fight in a more traditional and proper way together, to learn how to incorporate their own styles and preferences into that. And Leo brings tea and light snacks and headache medication, and Frank brings bandages and cold compresses and soft spare clothes, and they spar: he, with hammers and knives and too-sharp screwdrivers; he, with arrows and claws and daggers. After, they sit against the wall, looking over each other's scratches and bruises, coaxing each other to eat and drink a little more.

This is a friendship.

It may not be a close one, it may not be one where they check in on each other every few days after parting, it may not stay unchanged for years down the line — but it is one, and it is theirs.

[kazbiter]

when u think abt it gansey in trc is truly a slay of epic proportions... hot rich buff teenager that acts like an elderly gentleman searching for a dead welsh king having multiple people who see him interact with his pocket eldritch horror call said horror gansey's dog and dressing if not with taste then at least a commitment to a certain aesthetic. kissed a girl one time and then immediately died like cmon now

[thegreatyin]

scoundrel?? what scoundrel???? the magnificent mr cards (who ironically has more of a flower aesthetic going on) is completely unrelated to any "bandaged scoundrels" running around the neath. in fact it's never heard of the word scoundrel ever in its entire definitely long definitely ancient life. but yknow, hypothetically, if it did know the scoundrel, it's confident that they're really really really handsome and cool and epic and they're almost just as amazing as it is and you should totally donate all your valuables to them and stuff

aaand because i like them too much, have a transparent version. the Creachure. the Thing, even.

[goddessofroyalty]

Okay but ZoSan, if Sanji's pregnant.

Zoro's really good at not doing the 'we're pregnant' thing. He's very clear (and makes it very clear to others) that it's the cook who's pregnant. To the point of pissing Sanji off because you had a hand in this as well own up to your fucking part!

Luffy on the other hand? He's the one throwing around the we'res and ours about the pregnancy and soon-to-arrive child despite having nothing to do with how the pregnancy occurred.

[bhaalsdeepbat]

i really, really love that lae'zel is DISGUSTED by the idea of ever having to deal with pregnancy, but like. genuinely loves being a mom to Xan. and just loves that baby so much.

[tchotchkez]

in my professional opinion you should watch all of the one piece movies because they are all filled with different character shenanigans and neat slice of life stuff

e.g. I'm watching adventure of nebulandia and usopp and franky were having a contest to shoot little stuff floating in the ocean. usopp won, and robin was like "damn" while she's sun-bathing with nami, flicking a coin to her, then she chided franky for losing three times in a row.

like?? that's so cute??? the contest and robin betting on franky every time while nami always bets on usopp! meanwhile sanji is in the kitchen cooking for everyone and luffy is just sitting alone at the kitchen table waiting for the very exact second the meat is done and getting on sanji's nerves.

and all of the movies have these little details! it's so good! it's so nice to see the characters just existing together in a moment outside of Plot Stuff.

who cares if the movies are "good" or even canon? enjoy a fun little side adventure with the strawhats, whydon'tcha? 😁

[windsweptinred]

He just wants his chair, fluffy slippers, a good book and to be left alone in peace. But nooo..... Why couldn't he have been an only child?

[softquietsteadylove]

Hii love, how are you doing?

I had this little idea for the Mermaid Au:

What if gil and thena have been out all day and when they are heading back home, thena is too tired to keep using her legs and just colapses getting her tail back on so gil has to carry her all the way home. She is a little embarrassed about it but gil being the perfect boyfriend that he is comforts her and takes care of her.

Have a good day!! 🩷🤍

"Angelfish?"

Thena startled, catching her eyes drooping again. They'd had a wonderful day out, meeting Sersi for lunch, going to the mall with her to shop for clothes, then going to the market to get more fun things, like food. It was a fun day but she couldn't say she wasn't exhausted.

"Hey," Gil said more softly, turning to her and stopping despite the many, many bags in his hands. "You okay?"

She smiled at him, flashing her teeth, "of course!"

Gil smiled at her too, although his eyes dashed down just for a second. "Put those away, sweetie. We're almost home."

Thena ran her tongue around the inside of her mouth. Her fangs were poking out. She was losing her careful touch. "It was fun--being out with Sersi."

If Gil thought her behaviour was odd he kept it to himself. He shifted the bags so he could hold her hand. "It was, huh?"

"She found quite a lot of treasures," Thena denoted, glancing down at the many bags Gil was carrying. Sersi had insisted he carry them all.

"Yeah, Sersi's always wanted a sister to go out and do girl stuff with, like shopping and getting her hair done," Gil chuckled. "Even if I offered, she didn't wanna go shopping with her big brother. Not the same, y'know?"

She didn't. But Thena smiled; there did seem to be an interesting mentality to the activity of 'shopping', much like pack hunting. There was a bond, a pack mentality of a shared goal and a group satisfaction when treasure was found.

"Are you okay?" he asked her again, even leaning slightly to look into her eyes despite their difference in height. "She didn't tire you out?"

She had, but she wouldn't trade the fun they'd had for it. "No! Hunting with Sersi was quite enjoyable. It felt like when Kari and I would go looking for pearls."

Gil always enjoyed when she used imagery from her life back home. "I guess it would be like that."

They lapsed into silence again. Thena yawned, getting a taste of the salty air as they got closer to the water. She longed to slither into bed with Gil and have him massage the spot where her gills would be.

"Angelfish?...Thena!"

She blinked, wobbling on her feet and drifting into him.

Gil reacted, dropping any bags not dangling from his wrist and steadying her against him. "Sweetheart, are you okay?"

She tried to reply, but she just blinked, feeling tongue-tied. She tried to get her feet under her again but she kept stumbling. "Gil?"

"Okay, okay, it's okay," he whispered as he brought them down lower. His head swivelled around until he gathered the bags and pulled her tighter. "Just a sec, Angelfish, it's okay."

Thena clung to him as he awkwardly shuffled them away from the sidewalk and onto the grass by a bench. They were lucky that they had parked Titania closer to the less used docks. Her eyes bulged, "Gil!"

"I know, sweetie, I know," he whispered to her, kissing her temple as he got her seated on the bench.

Thena gripped the back of it, watching her legs come together and scales erupt down the length of them again. Her tail reformed in front of her very eyes. It was a newfound, human reflex, but her hands went to tug at the hem of her dress (not that it mattered now).

Gil got her tail situated, as well as their many bags as he sat down next to her. He placed his hand on the shimmering scales of her tail, "you okay?"

Thena stared at her fins, blushing terribly. "I'm sorry."

"Don't be sorry," he grinned, but that wasn't helping. He ran his palm over her scales, "you've had a long day. Maybe your body felt your feet hurting and your tail decided to take over."

Thena grumbled within her throat. She touched a hand to her neck--her gills were emerging, too. "I understand the word 'humiliating' better, now."

Gil leaned over, kissing her cheek. "Come on, it's not that bad."

She gave him a look, flopping her tail limply as it was laid over his lap. If they were at home cuddling this would be one thing, but they were out in broad daylight.

"Okay, it's not ideal," he amended, still smiling though. He continued to admire her scales, petting her tail the way she'd seen people pet cats or dogs. She flicked the end of it. "I like seeing your tail."

Her blush wasn't getting any better. "You can't flatter the problem away."

"Maybe not," he shrugged. "So I have to carry you home, so what?"

It was embarrassing, that was what--like being a guppy and injuring your fin and having to one-sidedly paddle home.

"What if someone sees?" she mumbled, pulling her cardigan tighter around herself.

"Maybe they'll just think I'm carrying home my lovely girlfriend," Gil suggested so easily. It was a far cry from the man terrified of letting her walk around in public just a year ago. "My mate, I guess. And she's got on such a pretty, sparkly dress."

Thena sighed, letting him adjust his hold on her and scoot her more into his lap. She wrapped her arms around his neck instinctively. "Will people believe that?"

"Does it matter?"

Thena let him pile some of the bags in her lap and grasp the rest. Then he picked her up, carrying her tail the way he would her bent legs and behind her back. At least she wasn't slipping out of his grasp.

"Here we go," Gil grunted as he adjusted her weight and the load of their bounty. "Ready?"

Thena declined to answer, choosing to bury her face in the side of his neck. The bounce of his chest against her told her he was still finding this all rather humorous.

"Y'know, the first time I held you to get you out of the water," he began during their short but significantly slower trip back to the beach. "I thought 'wow, she's so light'. And then I realised how tight I had to hold you and, uh, I tried not to think about the rest."

"Hm," she mused, still preferring the refuge of hiding herself away.

"You were warmer than I thought you would be," he continued, regardless of her embarrassment. "Holding your tail is harder than holding onto legs. But it's not like it's totally unstructured either."

"Is that so?" she asked mostly just to say something. She eyed her tail, uselessly flopping over the edge of his arm.

"I can't carry you on my back like this, but we have a name for this method."

"For what?" she lifted her head to look at him. He had that grin on his face that he got when he was about to teach her something about human life.

"Holding someone--carrying them like this," he indicated, bouncing her a little despite the crinkling of the bags. "It's called the bridal carry."

"What's that?"

Gilgamesh looked at her, his eyes soft and warm. "It's for, uh, mates. It's not that only mates do this, but the original name for it means...something pretty significant."

She still didn't understand what he was really talking about. But he had that look on his face that made her insides feel like a school of minnows. She blinked a few times, resisting the urge to clamp down on his neck and declare him hers. Humans didn't do that kind of thing to lay claim to their mates.

"What I'm saying is I'm happy to carry you, Angelfish," he clarified, continuing down the hill. The beach came into view, "we're almost there."

She kept her thoughts to herself. Gil was right, they were mates. She had no reason to find him helping her so terrible. She would do the same for him if he were injured. She opted not to sink her teeth into his shoulder; humans had more gentle ways of affection.

Gil smiled as she pressed her lips to his cheek and the faint rumble of her purring started. "I've got you, Angelfish."

He had her for all her life, if only he knew.

[ichthyorelationships]

only just processed that luca added the flames to the colander helmet...implicitly b/c of alberto’s “also i added flames” dream vespa design alteration...

[bitchthefuck1]

The thing is that Kendall is Logan but Roman is Logan except Roman is also Rose but Shiv is Rose except Shiv is also Ewan but Kendall is Ewan. Hope this helps.

[twin-chains]

Happy Pride!!

Tis the gay month so here's some silly little art with some of the TC cast's flags

Close-ups for quality below

Genderfluid Four - Trans, Ace Fay

Gay Ravio and Bi Clover - Lesbian Sun and Polyam, Enby Star

(Gray)Aroace Neptune - Demiboy Legend - Pan(romantic) Tears and Bigender Wild

[nyoomfruits]

"fwb but actually they’ve been dating this whole time" intrigues me 👀

i, okay, so i have some explaining to do.

me and my good friend eby have a bit of a thing for oscar piastri, and a few weeks ago either one of us (i dont remember who lmao) was like 'okay but what if oscar/max/charles' and ever since then i've been a bit. obsessed.

anyway the plot for the 'fwb but actually they've been dating this whole time' fic is basically. max and charles are already in a relationship, but then oscar arrives on the grid and as they spend more and more time with him they realize he's sort of their missing puzzle piece? so uh, they start inviting him into their relationship, sleeping with him as well, and they think everything is going great!!! max and charles sort of just fell into their relationship, never really talked about anything, it just happened and they were very much on the same page about things, and clearly the same thing is happening with them and oscar!!

except. well. oscar doesn't really want to assume anything. so he just spends most of the fic thinking he's in some kind of friends with benefits relationship with this couple and any moment they can decide they don't really need him any more and dump his ass.

anyway que oscar pining over a relationship he's already in, oblivious max and charles, and just soooo many miscommunication shenanigans.

the scene i have written down so far is very much in the beginning of the fic so i'll put that under the cut if anyone is interested lmao

The music is loud, pounding his ears as Oscar leans back against the bar, carefully sipping his gin and tonic. The club is crowded -  too crowded maybe - but here, from his spot against the bar, tucked away in the corner, Oscar has found some space to breathe.

Most of the other drivers are here too, somewhere. Lando had told him to come, that it would be fun, that they do this all the time, and then he’d promptly disappeared the second him and Oscar had set foot inside.

So now it’s just Oscar, his gin and tonic, and the fast sea of drunk strangers milling around him.

He’s just decided that he’s just going to go back to the hotel when he finishes his drink, Charles appears in front of him, big grin on his face. “Oscar,” he says, barely audible over the thumping of the music. “Hi.”

“Oh, uh, hi?” Oscar says, a little unsure. It’s not that him and Charles never talk it’s just that. Well. They don’t. At least not past the usual pleasantries.

But now Charles seems to settle in for a conversation, taking a sip from his beer as he says, “Good job on the race, today. Was a though one, you did well.”

“Thanks,” Oscar says, nodding, Charles takes another sip of his beer as Oscar talks, and Oscar watches the long line of his throat as he swallows. “You uh. As well. Good race, I mean,” he stutters out, when he realizes he’s been quiet for just a beat too long. “I saw a replay of that overtake on Pierre, that was impressive.”

When Charles looks at him, there’s a twinkle in his eyes. “Thank you, Oscar,” he says, and there’s something about the way he says Oscar’s name that has Oscar fumbling and taking another sip of his drink.

Suddenly, Max appears behind Charles, wrapping his hands around his waist and leaning his head on Charles’s shoulder. “Hey, pretty boy,” he says, and it isn’t until Charles warningly says, “Max”, that Oscar realizes he’d been directing it at him.

[jonathanbyersphd]

nancy & mike or el & joyce?

Em, I invite you to my home for a nice sleepover and this is how you repay me??? (It's Nancy & Mike full stop. So sorry to mother-daughter of all time)

[oifaaa]

You know on the topic of tim being the most normal bat, atp if I do somehow end up reading a tim-centric fic it's almost exclusively civilian tim(minus the whole... oracle ripoff thing) because its so nice when he's actually allowed to not be 16 and robin forever and it's so easy to give him the normal college student gets into crazy batshit role

Also lots of steph content usually, I love me some good steph content

I'm all for people taking advantage of how easy it would of been for Tim not to have become Robin considering it all counts on Jason dying - exploring Tim's life and how he still makes the worst decisions to end up in terrible situations

[raycatz]

In fourth grade my class had a unit where we learned all about ships and sailing and sea shanties and then spent a day/overnight on a retired ship. We were split into different roles. I was in the galley team. Which was fun. But in retrospect I was probably put there because I was one of the quieter less athletic kids. BUT ALSO. I didn't get to see anything other than the main deck and I'm so pissed about it still!!!! My classmates got to mess with the ropes and tie knots and see the ship. I got to go down one flight of stairs for the historic tour section but nothing else!!!! Didn't get to stand under any of the other masts or see any cool views or go on any of the other decks I'm o|< little me missed out I would've loved to see more. They should have made sure all the kids got to experience more. They had us take night watch shifts of like half an hour, so like, we each were woken up separately and went and stood out in the cold and were given a journal to write in. I did like that part.