#we love you yay

[laniidae-passerine]

don’t get how you can watch iwtv and be a sincere diehard lestat hater. like the world’s biggest lestat hater is louis and that man can’t even commit to it for more than five minutes before literally hallucinating lestat wearing a wedding ring and talking pretty to him. this show is about louis and every road leads back to lestat for that man

[shadowyrainbow-naomi]

YESSS I DID IT FINALLY!!

I love the Double Hearted/DDVau

This broke my heart and it still does BUT I DREW IT!

Black light versioooooon!!

This au is @kitsuneisi & @xmaruu11

Love y’all 🫶

[whilomm]

i think that post-dragon stuff marcille would finally process that oh maybe shes in Love With Falin and (after going thru stages of denial and 'NO I DONT WANT TO RUIN OUR FRIENDSHIP' etc etc) would eventually work up the courage to Begin Courting Falin in traditional romantic ways (just like in her elven romance novels) buying her gifts and taking her out on not-technically-dates and trying to be subtle but laying the groundwork for when she finally asks falin out on a date like a year and a half after the whole dragon thing and shes really nervous and scared but falins just like....arent we already dating

[michelle-jacksons-art-blog]

Try these out!

[bread-is-my-life]

GUYS GUYS GUYS

IT'S AN ANNIVERSARY OF THE "SOMETHING STUPID" ANIMATIC BY @seagiri OMG GUYS LET'S GOOOOOOO!!!!!

(this animatic literally was the reason why I got into tf2 so GO WATCH IT IT'S BEAUTIFUL I PROMISE!!!)

[judasisgayriot]

Signed in Blood

[iamhereinthebg]

I love them all very much

[coincasual]

Cedar Wood!!! @merricatnip

[abbey-abdominal]

CW: ANGST AND “DOLL BLOOD” AND “CRYING”

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Tfw when ur girl can’t stand the thought of you catching her at a moment of weakness so she represses and manipulates most emotions and situations in a desperate attempt to avoid any chance of you reaching out to support her because she’s terrified of not being good enough not only to you and the people around you but to herself as well and also she’s a ragdoll and you’re a jester and there’s no escape from this madness that brought all this upon you two in the first place LMFAO.

[ratatatastic]

I'll tell you a story. I get to work early in the morning, so when I come in—Yesterday morning we had this big back of six TVs, and one of them has a network on it... and the banner is: If the Florida Panthers lose, is this the Biggest Collapse in Sports History? That damn thing is sitting on the TV and you know, you're waiting for—to roll it, people, let's move it! Fifteen minutes!...So I'm waiting by the door for my video guy to come in and say—...We have these banks, it's a new rink, right? All over it—"Get that network off our TV!" 'Cuz I'm sitting there going, "I don't like it!" and I'm 57! Well, what happens if you're 25? And you're going, "I gotta live 50 more years of being a part of the 'Biggest Collaspe in Sports History'..." So from the loss to the drop of the puck, something has to change, something has to get better, and that would be where I think, I worked. Once the puck's dropped then I was done working. And I liked our first [period] so that was good. That was good, I was at peace with it. I wanted to win, and—but we weren't scrambling around in the first [period] trying to find our game.

paul and his way with his words aka he felt exactly the same way i felt with the leadup to game 7 and how media reacted to it like yeah i was very upset at some point i just started sighing like eeyore till someone put me out of my misery

edmonton oilers @ florida panthers game 7 postgame | 6.24.24 (x)

[hurtcomfortficstilltheend]

Swamp Oak

Charles Rowland x gn!Reader

Summary: A tranquil walk on a chilly morning with Charles.

Warnings; none, only fluff, a kiss maybe.

Word count: 770

You are walking down a dirt path overflowing with different tree leaves. You lazily wonder if you will be able to recognize at least one species, since you are so far from home. 

Charles' arm is linked to yours, he turns to look at you, puzzled, when you stop on your tracks and look up. “These are European oak trees.” 

“Mmh?” 

“Yeah, I don’t know what species exactly, haven’t studied them yet, but I know it’s European because of the soft edges of the leaves and the shape of the acorns.” You squat down to pick up a perfectly intact looking seed. It’s cupule still there and all. You stand back up, re-link your arms, and hand it to him. “Look.”

He takes it into his glove and inspects it as you pick up the pace once again. “I didn’t know there was more than one type of oak.” He rolls the seed between his fingers and then puts it in the pocket of his coat. His earring dangles with every step.

“Yeah, I started noticing them a few years back in my city. Santa Fe has a bunch of them scattered around the urban area, they aren’t native, of course. There is this one type that’s called swamp oak –from up north, I think– and it has the most beautiful acorns, they are almost spherical, dark with the cutest brown stripes. My sister and I used to play with them, pretending they were marbles.” You find him staring. “If I find some here I will show them to you, the acorns are right in season.”

He smiles, a glint of amusement in his eye, and you can’t help but look away. You bump your head against his shoulder. “What?”, he chuckles.

“You can tell me if I’m being annoying, you know that.” You smile at him, but feel suddenly like your expression is a facade. “I don’t mean to bore you.”

“You couldn’t if you wanted to. I love how your mind works. And I would love to see a swan oak one day, I can already tell they’re mint.”

You laugh at that, your worries dissipating. “It’s swamp oak, but yeah, I’m glad.” You feel your face heating up slightly, even in the chilly autumn morning.

You keep walking for a while. The park is beautiful, all browns, yellows and oranges, the drying leaves crunching beneath your boots. 

You look to your side. Charles notices and turns his whole body to face you. You are both grinning so bad.

“Hey”, you whisper, your hands climbing up his arms and finding a home in the nape of his neck.

“Hey”, he murmurs back, pulling you closer by the waist. 

You fit into each other's embrace so naturally, as if that’s exactly where you’re meant to be. 

“You have such beautiful eyes…”, he says softly, his breath fanning across your philtrum and tickling your lips.

“It’s central heterochromia.” He’s caught off guard, and starts laughing heartily, pulls you closer and hides his face on your shoulder. You hug him back and smile, but also kick yourself mentally for spoiling the moment. You can feel the vibrations of him trying to regain his breath all through your chest. “I’m sorry.” You pull away from him a little so you can see his face. “You can kiss me now.”

It’s sweet and innocent. His lips are soft and his curls more so. Your noses brush as you both take a breath, and you take it as a perfect opportunity to add: “Heterochromia sounds so fancy, but It’s not even that rare–” He pecks your lips, a smile on his. You can’t contain your excitement.

You wonder how odd it would be to step away for a little bit to run a few laps and do a little victory dance, but you decide to contain yourself and hug Charles instead. You start tapping rhythms in his back, and he gets the hint to hold you tighter. You are completely full right there and like that, the sun coming up behind you and the first rays promising some warmth. You are just fine though, Charles sharing his and you yours, in perfect equilibrium.

“Do you want to go grab some tea?” He asks you, still engulfed in the embrace.

Your face is squished into the side of his neck, so your voice comes out a little muffled. “Sounds nice. In a little bit though.” 

You start swaying, not quite dancing, but as close as you’re gonna get without some music. You feel completely at peace, your rumbling stomach can wait a few. 

He hums. “Brills.”

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A/N: Autumn and college are kicking my butt, i wrote this as a little treat :P

Tell me what you think! Feedback and reblogs are greatly appreciated!

[pharawee]

—I FEEL YOU LINGER IN THE AIR 💮 Episode 12 (Finale)

[sentient-catctus]

*xyplophone glissening noises*

unmute 🔉

[sleepingnova]

hello! good to see someone still making miles content <3 maybe a gn reader tending to his wounds? :0

OMG OMG OMG OMG ANON OMG ILY THIS IS MY FIRST MILES ASK OMGMGGGGGG

𝙿𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎. 𝙳𝚘 𝚒𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚖𝚎?

𝚂𝚢𝚗𝚘𝚙𝚜𝚒𝚜: 𝙰𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚍𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝟹 𝚢𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚜, 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚡𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝙼𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚎𝚡𝚝𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 '𝙸 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞.'

This is aged up so you and Miles are 17.

Content warning : Miles is injured, (anon didn't specify what kind of injured so I'm gonna give you stabby stabby wound. Why? Cause I like angst) gender neutral reader. Suggestive themes ahead.

𝚈𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚙𝚑𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚋𝚞𝚣𝚣𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚍. 𝙸𝚝 𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚘𝚗𝚌𝚎, 𝚝𝚠𝚒𝚌𝚎, 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚙𝚜. 𝙰 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚞𝚝𝚎 𝚐𝚘𝚎𝚜 𝚋𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚒𝚝 𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗.

𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚐𝚛𝚘𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛, 𝚝𝚛𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚋 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚙𝚑𝚘𝚗𝚎, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚏𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚘𝚏𝚏 𝚘𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚕𝚘𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚎𝚍. 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚐𝚛𝚘𝚊𝚗 𝚒𝚗 𝚙𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚕𝚢 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚞𝚙.

𝚁𝚞𝚋𝚋𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚗𝚎𝚌𝚔, 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚊𝚕𝚔 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚙𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚛𝚘𝚘𝚖 𝚝𝚘𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚍. 𝙶𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚋𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚙𝚑𝚘𝚗𝚎, 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚋𝚘𝚢𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍'𝚜 𝚙𝚑𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚗𝚞𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚛 𝚙𝚘𝚙 𝚞𝚙, 𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚞𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚔 𝚛𝚘𝚘𝚖.

"Miles? It's 3 in the morning. What's wrong baby? Why are you awake?" Your deep, sleepy voice grumbled as you rubbed your eyes, trying to find your way back to your ladder for your bed in the dark.

"I'm really sorry to wake you up sweetheart, but I need really need your help." He breathed out, barely above a whisper.

You could hear the heavy breathing in him voice. The ragged, unsteady breathing made your eyes widen. You didn't want to assume that's what he was calling you for, but you had to make sure.

"Miles, are you jerking off right now? Is that why you called? I mean I don't have a problem with it but can we make it fast? How close are you? I had a good dream and you messed it up." You replied, if only he could see your frustrated but weirdly excited expression on your face.

"What? No, that's not why I called you. Its hard to explain so can I just come over?" He rasped.

"Miles, I seriously don't have a problem helping you with it if that's why you're calling. Its not embarrassing, we've been dating for 3 years now. But yes, you can come over. You're always welcome here. Window's unlocked." Your voice got quieter, as you were trying to find the next rung to get back onto your bed.

He exhaled a breath he wasn't aware he was inhaling, but breathed out a thank you and hung up.

A few minutes later, you get a text from Miles.

"𝙸 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞." Was all it said.

You immediately sat up right, trying to process the meaning behind the message.

"𝙼𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚜? 𝚈𝚘𝚞'𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚎. 𝙰𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚘𝚔𝚊𝚢?" You messaged back. The bubbles appeared, but quickly faded. Now you were seriously worried.

"𝙸𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚔 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚎 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝? 𝚈𝚘𝚞'𝚛𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚐𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚘 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚙𝚒𝚍 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞? 𝙿𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚋𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚏𝚎 𝙼𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚜. 𝙿𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎. 𝙳𝚘 𝚒𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚖𝚎." You messaged.

𝙽𝚘𝚠 𝚏𝚞𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚔𝚎, 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚐𝚘 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚊 𝚐𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚠𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚖 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗. 𝙰𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚠𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚛, 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚝𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚛𝚘𝚘𝚖 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝙼𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚜 𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚘𝚠.

"Miles. You scared the shit out of me. Don't do that." You whispered while setting your water down.

"Sorry. I just really needed help and you were the first person I thought of." He replied.

"No worries, what's wrong? What happened?" You asked while turning your lamp on. You turned around to see him in a jacket. You walked over to hug him. While hugging, he tensed and made a small whimper.

"Fuck." He mumbled under his breath, while wincing and pulling away.

𝚆𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚙𝚞𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚢, 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚌𝚕𝚞𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚜.

"Miles what are you doing? What are you trying to..hide.." You questioned, while slowly moving his hands to see the dark crimson colored blood staining his jacket.

𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚞𝚗𝚣𝚒𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚓𝚊𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚙𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚘𝚗 𝚋𝚘𝚝𝚑 𝚑𝚒𝚙𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚋𝚒𝚐 𝚜𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚜 𝚘𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚋𝚕𝚎𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚛𝚝.

"Holy shit. Miles what happened?" You asked, eyes widened with horror.

"I was attacked while I was patrolling. I don't know by what. I'm lucky I got out alive. Can you help me? My mom's a nurse but she'd freak out because she doesn't know I'm spiderman." He breathed out, his breathing slowly getting worse.

You nodded, gesturing for him to sit down while you turned the lights on.

"You're lucky I'm practicing doctoral studies right now. Take off your shirt. I need to see how deep the wounds are." You spoke in a more serious tone.

The wounds weren't deep, they just needed proper care.

"Miles, I have to put this on your wound to disinfect it. Its going to sting, so you can hold onto my hand ok? Here, drink this." You reassured while handing him your glass of water.

He sipped on the glass and looked over towards you.

"This is gonna sting okay?" You said as you put the disinfectant onto his hips. You felt him squeezing your hand tighter.

"Shit." He cursed with more following. His eyes were shit and his teeth were clenched.

"I know, I'm almost done. I just need you to turn around so I can do your back." You responded as you finished his hips.

He turns around and the scars are very detailed. You clean the blood then put on the disinfectant. Miles groans in pain.

After you wrap his scars, you and him both lay atop your bed. You lowered it down to the floor just in case. Miles lays softly with his head on your chest and between your legs. His chest rises and falls as you watch him.

"Fuck. That took a lot out of me. I didn't expect to ever have to do that." You whisper to yourself as you cover you both with a blanket. You kiss his forehead and find yourself drifting off to sleep once again. This time, with the love of your life in your arms.

[clairedaring]

I didn't mean it like that. I asked because I just wanted to know. After all, it's your family's land and it has nothing to do with me.

I Feel You Linger In The Air (2023) | 1.10

[holmsister]

Hobbies that are suitable for a king that laios would totally be into:

- dogs!

- horses and horseriding

- FALCONRY - this is like ultimate kingly hobby and you have pet raptors!!!!!

- hunting in general

Like this is all stuff that kings historically were into and did and would not be considered unusual or undignified