in a garden of sand

A || 23 || they/them || fandom blog i write sometimes ao3: echo_and_dust

[echo-and-dust]

Young Royals (2021-∞)

song: first steps - flora cash

[themoonandmyman]

Fat baby Shane in a pumpkin costume waddling from house to house with his parents for his first trick or treat

[argillaforma]

ilya being in a period of Bad depression and between playing games and going to practice he doesn't really have the energy to do much else and he just kind of collapses when he gets home and he hasn't shaved in days and his hair is unruly and he just feels kinda gross and ugly but doesn't have the energy to do anything about it so shane is like Not On My Watch so he drags ilya into the tub and washes his hair with his special curly shampoo and carefully shaves his face and lathers him in too much body lotion which means he has to stand stark naked in the bathroom for 10 minutes before he can put clothes on and shane tries his best to do his curly hair routine for him he gets the special towel and the curl cream and his eyebrows furrow in concentration as he scrunches ilya's curls to the best of his abilities and ilya sits on the toilet lid with tears in his eyes

[swagsmeister]

napmaxxing

[bloodraven55]

happy pride month to the one single time cinder was 100% valid and justified for immediately questioning her sexuality the second coco walked into the room

[mina-logan]

I wanted to give Harrison Browne his flowers in what little way I could so here’s this quick portrait. What an inspirational human being. (And the only pro hockey player on the damn show.)

Best of luck in all of your endeavors. I hope Connors got his room service.

We all deserve sunshine. ☀️

[zayacv]

Fixed Ep04 ending because I can

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[lliaq]

You're gonna wanna look up Philistines.

+ Bonus

[gulliblelemon]

Hi! If you are open to more drabble inspiration how about #7 "I almost lost you" + Wilmon 💜

Hi! Thanks for sending a prompt! (Still happy to take any from this list if you don't mind potentially waiting several days).

I had a grand total of 40 minutes free in this whole day. And this is what I chose to do with it. I hope you enjoy!

(Rated G, 900 words)

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Exhaustion weighs down Simon's limbs as he trudges through the hosipital corridors – bustling despite the late hour. It took several hours for them all to be seen, especially because they needed to wait for a second opinion on Ayub's eye. Luckily the agreement was that the stitches would be enough, there was no debris in there, the swelling would go down over the next couple of days and it would likely heal up just fine.

Between the two of them they'd been lucky. Nothing broken, no concussion. A few nasty scrapes, a horrible bruise on Simon's knee, and three stitches on Ayub's eyebrow.

It could have been much worse.

Simon is gutted that his favourite jeans are ruined though.

There's a yelp and a clatter and suddenly Simon has been enveloped into Wille's arms.

"Ouch," he mumbles against Wille's collarbone.

"Fuck! Sorry!" Wille stumbles back and holds Simon at arm's length, red-ringed eyes darting feverishly around Simon's face. "Sorry. That was stupid of me. I— How are you? What— Are you okay? Is anything— No, of course not. What—"

"Wille," Simon interrupts. "I'm fine." It's a slight lie. Everything hurts, he's really fucking tired, and he feels bad that Ayub's moped is likely wrecked beyond repair. Really, what he wants is to go home and curl up in his boyfriend's arms and sleep. For several days.

"You're not fine!" Wille cries. It draws the attention of some curious people sitting in the waiting room. He lowers his voice and tugs Simon over to the side. "That was really fucking scary, Simon. It was— When Sara managed to get hold of me… I'm so sorry I didn't answer when you called. It…" Tears are welling up in Wille's eyes and, before Simon can stop them, they tumble over his lashes and down his cheeks. "I almost lost you," he whispers, voice raspy and choked up.

Heat floods Simon's face. Partly from embarrassment and partly from fondness.

"No you didn't," he argues. "It was fine— It was just—"

"It wasn't just," Wille retorts. "They sent an ambluance. For all I knew you could have—"

"Wille." Simon reaches up and places both of his palms on Wille's cheeks. "I'm fine. I was fine the whole time. I was fine enough to call. You didn't have to leave the—"

"Yes I did," Wille fumes. "Of course I did, Simon. You are so much more important than some stupid meeting with—"

"With the prime minister," Simon interrupts with a raised eyebrow.

"You could have died."

"No I couldn't. He wasn't even going that fast. If the motorist hadn't—"

"It was a car?" Wille looks horrified. "Simon— You could have— It could have—" No more words make it out of Wille's mouth as the tears start falling with renewed vigour. 

Before Simon can protest, Wille has pulled him into a slightly more gentle but no less desperate hug. "Simon," Wille sobs into his shoulder. "Simon. I don't know— What if…" More cut off sentences tumble over each other as Wille's body shakes against his own. 

Helpless, Simon strokes Wille's back and quietly wishes that they could at least be sitting down. His whole body aches.

"I don't know what I'd have done if— What if— I can't lose you, Simon. I can't— You're everything. I can't imagine my life—" Suddenly, Wille stands straight again, cheeks gllistening with tears but an alarmingly determined expression on his face. "Simon." His voice is much steadier than it was, and Simon isn't sure whether to be concerned about the fire in his eyes.

"Yeah?"

"Marry me."

A noise of some kind gets stuck in Simon's throat on the way up and he coughs and splutters for a moment before choking out, "I'm sorry, what?"

"Marry me," Wille repeats as if that isn't the most fucking ridiculous thing anyone has ever said in the history of the world.

"Wille…"

"I mean it. I— I never want to be without you. I want to spend the rest of my life with you. Why not start that now?"

"Because we're seventeen years old, Wille."

"So?" A bit of petulance has crept into the defiance. "It doesn't mean I don't know. You're it for me, Simon."

"I know," Simon rushes out. "And you're it for me. But that doesn't mean—"

"Why not? Why can't it?"

"Wille… Come on. It's late, and I'm tired, and you've been here for… how long? Have you even eaten anything? You're still in your suit. Let's go home."

Wille looks at him for a long moment and then deflates a little. "You're right," he says. "Sorry. Fuck. Of course. Let's get you home. Do you have a bag or anything?"

Whilst Wille fusses over getting them to the waiting car (Simon has no fight left in him to protest too much), Simon thinks about what Wille said.

It's not like he doesn't want to marry Wille, quite the opposite, but… He still stands by his point that they're seventeen years old. And, sure, they've been through a lot together, but he still knows getting married at seventeen is a really fucking bad idea.

Still, as they're driving home, rain running down the windows, hands clasped firmly together on the middle seat, Simon can't help but let the giddiness fill his whole chest. He rests his head on Wille's shoulder and smiles as Wille drops a kiss to his hair.

Wille might be an impulsive, over-dramatic romantic. But it is nice to feel this loved.

[icedlava1]

Happy pride month weirdos <3

[russianblush]

#happypridemonth

[shanehollandered]

ilya + his very judgemental eyebrows

[xelastarkly]

Happy Pride y'all 🏳️‍🌈

[kruemel8]

Via.

[comickergirl]

Just had to share this here because I think it’s so cool! :D

[parakeet]

just saw a 'comments' tab on someones blog you know where the following and likes tabs would be if enabled and it was just showing all the replies theyve made on peoples posts. this is fascinating when did this feature come out

[parakeet]

EMERGENCY - ITS AUTO ENABLED!

if you've made replies on posts there is now a tab on your blog showing every post youve replied to and your reply.

if this is not what you want, either go to your blog and click comments and disable it from there or just go to your individual blogs setting pages. just change it from blue to grey if you dont want everyone to see your replies AND the post you're replying to

PLEASE BE ADVISED that it is set to disabled for blogs that have not made any replies but it will turn ON if you reply with that blog in the future.! i just tested it with my main, which was greyed out but it turned on the moment i left a test reply

figured i'd get the word out bc i have not seen a single mention of this and i'm sure there are plenty of people who maybe comment on things they don't want on display for everyone to see on their blog lol. you can still look at your replies with it toggled off just no one else can, like locking the following and likes list

[parakeet]

so for some reason this feature was actually announced on the tumblr engineering blog. interesting choice not to reblog it to the staff or tumblr blog, esp considering they asked for user input on how to implement it, but i suppose considering the response to the last update maybe the replies would be too overwhelming...

so couple of clarifications. comments are disabled as default for primary blogs that have their likes disabled. they are seemingly enabled for all other blogs that have replied to posts

posts you comment on may show on your followers 'for you' page if you leave your replies publically available. they may, in the future, show in on your followers dashboard if your follower goes to their dash settings and enables this. apparently, if your likes are enabled, your followers can already see those on the dash if they've gone into preferences and selected to do so, which I was unaware of, and that seems to be disabled at default, but it's possible i disabled it previously and forgot about it ig

[lesbianrozanov]

toddler shane refusing to talk after his hockey team lose a game. yuna & david are trying to be encouraging like “bud!! you played so good!!” and shane is ignoring them while climbing into his car seat where he’s going to angrily drink his juice box and then chew on the straw.

[flyora]

Couldn't miss the chance