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I ripped my left arm out of his hand and slammed my elbow into his solar plexus. He exhaled in a gasp. I lunged for the dagger and sat on top of him, my knees pinning his arms, my dagger on his throat.
He lay still. “I give up,” he said and smiled. “Your move.”
Er. I was sitting atop the Beast Lord in my underwear, holding a knife to his throat. What the hell was my next move?
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Her kids! Continuation of this post because some of the foxes are Bee's. :) Originally it was only going to be Andrew but I decided to add Seth because I think if he got the chance to live and recover, he and Bee would be really close.
jean moreau has been dead for years. he’s been dead the second his father decided to give him to the moriyamas. he’s been dead from before he stepped foot on the plane that took him to the states, before he slid into the car that drove him to edgar allen.
he was dead long before he met his executioners. he nods stiffly when questions were asked and responded curtly, his english accented heavily and his nerves skyrocketing. his hands shook and he was reprimanded for it.
jean made sure that there would never be second reprimands for his shaking hands nor his dying heart.
he’s departed quietly from his hope when he kissed his siblings goodbye; a silent promise to keep them away from their father’s debts.
jean moreau is not a fucking martyr and if he ever returns to france his father will pay. he isn’t a fucking martyr he’s a sacrifice, a barrier between his father’s debts and pain and loyalty to the moriyamas.
jean moreau is furious but directs his rage into his practice, into learning english with kevin day, into remaining still as the number three is tattooed neatly on his cheekbone. jean moreau directs his fury into masking his expression and following riko’s orders and avoiding reprimands.
he’s never successful no matter how hard he tries. he’s a battered warrior stripped of weapons and thrown in a pit to fight against a wolf with his hands bound behind him.
on days when he’s ripped to pieces and staining the floors with his blood, kevin patches him up without further comment. they’re both bound to die at the hands of riko moriyama and they’re both waiting for the end to come.
on other days, he realises he never got the opportunity to bid the sun goodbye and wants to crack and weep and forget he exists.
there is a single silver lining in the darkness of evermore. jean moreau learns japanese with kevin and riko, he’s forbidden to speak french and he wants to scream his frustrations out at riko’s smirk. jean took refuge in speaking french, in remembering his brother’s dramatic pronunciations as they grew up, of his mother’s idioms and lullabies, of his sister squealing and spitting rapid fire french - she sometimes pronounced things differently too and jean’s heart aches when he realizes he won’t ever get to hear that again.
the silver lining comes when he’s battered and bruised and a patchwork of scars and burns. kevin sits by his head and holds onto his wrist, tapping quietly as they wait for the painkillers to kick in - kevin’s snuck some in to help. jean doesn’t whimper, but he does press his face into kevin’s thigh and curse himself out for crying. it only subsided when kevin starts talking to him; nonsense words and sentences that he strings together to get jean out of his own head.
it takes him a minute to register that kevin was speaking in french. he finds sanctuary in the words they share and the secrets they keep.
his next silver lining comes years later, months after kevin left and joined the psu foxes. it comes in gentle murmurs and kind eyes; bleached hair that holds a rainbow. it comes when renee walker speaks to him and offers him something rare and valuable at evermore; friendship.
she comes and brings him back from the brink of destruction with their little conversations on the phone.
how was your day?
I cannot play this week. I do not think Riko will remain sane for long. I do not think we will speak again renee.
would you like to talk about it?
despite every doubt and flinch and sickening crunch of bones after a blow, jean moreau wakes up and sees kevin day’s face and he wants to nothing more than to bury himself in his grave and finally rest.
he nearly begs through the haze of pain. kevin speaks in french, frantic, distant; scared? he vaguely registers nathaniel neil josten replying.
“jean,” renee would say several minutes later. “edgar allen is falling. you’re not returning back there.”
he wants to laugh. how. how could anyone keep him hidden from edgar allen when riko will dig his claws into him and fly him back.
renee caught onto his line of thought and smiles something soft; reassuring and full of promise. jean learned that renee follows through with her promises and that not even riko can stop her.
jean moreu was dead for a long time, he’s been dead before he even met his executioner, he’s been dead before he spoke to the other prisoners set to suffer a fate similar to his own.
he’s been dead for so long that when something akin to hope flickers in his chest he panics. he doesn’t feel it when his eyes start to water but he does feel the sting of his tears against the fresh cuts on his face. he’s used to the tightness that wraps around his chest, the rope that holds him down and digs into him until he’s all raw marks and terrified cries.
and there’s the hope that he’s free. the hope that he could be safe, the strangeness of the word in his mind, on his lips, in the shake of his hands and the desperation in his heart because jean wants this. he wants to latch onto the blooming hope that burns through him and never let go.
the third silver lining comes in the form of one jeremy knox; jean’s heard of him from kevin dozens of times before when the dead of night terrified them and sleep refused to linger long enough for them to actually rest. jean’s played against the trojans before, but he’s never felt the need to speak to jeremy before.
but he’s there, he’s a constant force in jean’s life as he moves from hospital to hospital and then from that to therapy sessions. he’s there when jean moves into the usc dorms, he’s there when jean stands by the window and holds onto the frame as he stares out, as he stays still as sunlight - warm, soft, gentle - settles on him.
jeremy knox makes jean feel like he’s teetering on the edge of a breakdown; he’s the prince of fairy tales, the one that smiles and stops wars, the one that can rally a kingdom with a single look, the one who rescues and protects and supports the damsel. he’s a fictional being who embodies all the things that jean’s hoped to meet in life but never had when he was under riko.
jeremy is everything jean had stopped believing in while he was a raven.
jean is everything jeremy shouldn’t see, shouldn’t be around, shouldn’t have taint the bubble of sunshine that seems to follow his every way. jean moreau is the broken pieces of a nightmare put together hastily with stitches and bandages and jeremy is a being made of happiness and stardust and good.
he isn’t made to withstand jean but he seems trapped in a gravitational field and dodges every asteroid that surrounds jean.
and yet.
and yet.
jeremy continues avoiding all the asteroids. he continues moving past all of jean’s curt replies, all the quick glares and scowls, the drop of a conversation. he dodges all that and continues talking, continues grinning and gesturing wildly (but not wild enough that jean would flinch and try to even his breathing again, jeremy’s seen what fast touches do to jean and he’s spoken to the offender to stop it.) in jean’s line of site. he chatters on and on and offers to buy jean sorbet because he doesn’t like ice cream as much.
jeremy is careful understanding and patient touches, he’s little rays of sunshine peaking in between clouds on a dark day, present and a promise.
jeremy is gentle touches and warmth against jean’s back, he’s never ending trust and encouragement, he’s a map that jean explores cautiously with shaking fingers and nervously bitten lips.
jean feels like a piece of him rights itself as he learns about himself through jeremy. he learns about places on his body that can be touched - his shoulders, his arms, his torso. he learns about the places that will have him retching and crying and retreating back into a field of panic panic, he’s here, he’s going to -
jeremy knows that no one is allowed to touch jean’s neck, no one is allowed to touch his thighs purposely either. and jeremy knows above all else that jean’s hair is forbidden territory marked by scabs and scars and a tender scalp.
but jeremy’s a map of unexplored territory, he’s a sanctuary of comforting touches and embraces, he’s the gentle thrum of melody, he’s the eye of a storm and jean could feel himself being lost in everything that was jeremy.
jeremy tilts his head back, he taps a melody against jean’s wrist, he hums the parts of the song he doesn’t know and sings the parts he does. he shows that this can be safe, that it isn’t about pain and retribution but can be about support and reassurance. he pauses briefly when jean’s fingers brush against his chin and looks down at him. jean is sprawled on jeremy’s chest, eyebrows furrowed and eyes darting from jeremy’s face to his neck to usc trojan’s logo on the hoodie he wore.
“okay?” jeremy murmurs, jean glances back at him and presses his chin against jeremy’s chest. he can hear the gentle thud of his heartbeat and calms down to the count of it.
“now i am,” jean whispers, he scowls when jeremy giggles and is jostled off his chest.
jeremy’s laughter filters in the quiet of jean’s dorm room, brushing away the silence that envelopes them when jeremy’s thinking too much and jean’s too tired to speak.
jean finds courage seeping into his bones because of jeremy, because of his little raspy giggles and his weak attempts at stifling it, because of the look in his eyes that makes jean feel like he’s staring at a star - burning and bright and alive.
he surges up and cups the back of jeremy’s neck. he brings their faces together, huffs of laughter brush against his lips and the warmth of his cheeks feel so strangely pleasant. jeremy wraps a hand around jean’s wrist, his other hand coming up and resting on his waist.
“is this okay?” he whispers, watching jeremy’s eyes brighten up impossibly so. jeremy nods, his nose bumping against jean’s affectionately.
jean brushes his thumb against the side of jeremy’s neck and mumbles nonsense when jeremy tilts his head to the side, an opening for a kiss if he’d like. instead, jean brushes his lips against jeremy’s cheek, marking a path across the freckles there before moving to kiss jeremy’s temple and repeating the same pattern on the other side.
jeremy’s huffing softly, chest rising against jean’s with silent chuckles. he sighs happily when the little journey jean maps across his face stops at his lips and grins when he feels jean’s lips press against it.
maybe jean is everything that jeremy should stay away from, a patchwork of scars and a passionate distaste for affection, a shell of a boy haunted by a ghost and one that’s been dead for so long that he’s forgotten what it felt like to feel something other than immediate fear that he must repress behind a mask of indifference.
jean moreau has been dead for years and maybe, just maybe, jeremy is the reason jean starts to feel a little more alive every day.
before nicky goes back to germany andrew signs him up for self defense classes and teaches him how to use a knife. nicky doesn’t mind because he loves hanging out with family and this becomes another thing they have in common.
of course renee comes and helps and neil makes comments on how to take down people in 75 different ways with a blade (there’s more but nicky looked like he’d faint so neil made a pun to make him laugh)
the day of nicky’s flight, he hugs neil and lifts him off the ground with andrew hovering around, he then hugged aaron and told him to use protection because he’s too young to have second cousins (would he be an uncle by association with neil? second cousin? who knows because nicky isn’t sure), but he does give aaron the address of a ring shop allison recommended and the number of a real estate agent who adores nicky and can find them an excellent place to live.
aaron hugs nicky again.
lastly, nicky turns to andrew and smiles.
“thank you for being part of my family, andrew.”
because he’s found a home and love among broken people and they’ve overcome so much together. andrew and aaron may be related by blood but they’ve forged their own home and nicky gets to be a part of that.
“remember to call or I’ll complain to you when I’m hiking,” he says and snorts at andrew’s expression. when he hears that his flight is boarding soon, he turns to fix his carry on bag and andrew says his name.
“yeah, what’s up?” andrew glared at nicky’s shoulder and nicky looks at the spot but finds nothing but the sweater bee gave him for christmas.
“do you remember?”
“what?”
“the training. do you remember?”
nicky nods because of course he does. he’s practiced every week with andrew and renee before going off to boxing sessions with matt. he remembers how to hold a knife properly and how to disarm someone who’s holding one against him.
he wouldn’t forget things like that especially if they’re important enough for andrew to want to teach him.
“don’t take shit from anyone.”
he smiles. “i’ll just mention my cousin’s the professional exy player andrew minyard and they’ll make a run for it.”
he gets a look in return, andrew tilts his head up and looks unamused except for the slight twitch at his cheek.
nicky shoulders his bag and almost says goodbye before andrew asks him;
“hug, yes or no?”
he freezes up, unsure whether he hears andrew correctly and at his quizzical look andrew says: “can i hug you?”
he nods before his mouth catches up to him and says of course he can, he can hug nicky whenever he wanted. he does thank him for asking though.
and then andrew wraps his arms around nicky and leans his head against nicky’s shoulder. the same spot he was glaring at earlier. nicky doesn’t move because he doesn’t know if andrew’s okay with being hugged back. so he rests his cheek on andrew’s head.
“you can’t get rid of me that easy just ‘cause im in another country.” nicky says, eyes shining with tears. he didn’t want to think about leaving them because to go back to happiness and erik it means being away from his found family. “im still going to piss you off with texts and cat videos.”
andrew squeezes nicky once and steps back.
before nicky leaves and goes to his plane, he looks at each of them one last time and waves with a smile.
“love you guys, don’t start shit without me!”
“People are allowed to dislike things.” WRONG! NOBODY IS ALLOWED TO DISLIKE INEJ GHAFA!
sometimes jean wakes up early, far too early for someone who fell asleep four hours ago.
sometimes jean’s body switches to autopilot, demanding he move and get ready for practice despite exhaustion pulling him back down to rest, calling to him to sleep and ignore all reason.
sometimes jean thinks he’s back at the nest, away from trojans and jeremy and safety, away from the second home that took him in and held him close and dear.
sometimes jean’s mind is so foggy with the need to sleep that he needs jeremy to talk him back down to reality, to understand that he’s in their bedroom, that they’ve been together for nearly 5 years and that jeremy would fight tooth and nail before anyone could even think to drag jean back to evermore again.
sometimes he isn’t so lucky and jeremy’s voice is distant and muted to his ears - those days jeremy hovers around him carefully, pulling him to the couch to sleep after jean’s nearly tidied his side of the bed and ate an apple.
but sometimes jean calms down to jeremy’s words, to the soft vibration that tickle his back from where jeremy hugs him; face pressed against his neck where jeremy knows it is safe to do when jean is upset or struggling. sometimes when jean can blink away the fog and mutter a broken “jere?”, so quiet and scared in the silence of their bedroom, jeremy would disentangle himself from jean to kneel in front of him.
“you’re jean moreau; you are a trojan - our number 29. evermore is gone; you are in your home with your fiancé; you are safe; you are safe, you are safe.”
his mantra gets through to jean who sags into him with a strangled sob, gripping jeremy like he was a lifeboat in the middle of a drowning world, a beacon of safety and support.
a beacon for a chance.
“hey,” jeremy murmurs when the shaking in jean’s hands subside and his breathing is normal again. “good thing about waking up so early is that you can still go back to sleep.”
jean finds himself unable to stop the grin forming, jeremy finds himself pressing a kiss to his forehead and being dragged back to the mess of blankets and pillows on their bed. their hands are linked, jeremy runs smooth circles on jean’s wrist and smiles.
“no one is going to make you do what you don’t want to anymore, jean.” jeremy whispers. “it’s okay to breathe - you are home, you are safe, you are going to make it another day with cartoons and bad cereal choices..”
jeremy might have drifted off when jean’s eyes closed and he settled back near him, he might have drifted off when jean started drawing patterns on his arm to calm down the anxiety that keeps him awake.
they murmur sweet words in the haziness of sleep, an i love you or too.
Dylan Thomas, from a letter featured in The Selected Letters of Dylan Thomas
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a whole bunch of gazan mutual aid projects and nonprofits. if the decision of which individual fundraiser to give to feels too daunting, or if you just want to help as many people as possible in one go, these are great initiatives to support.
care for gaza - focuses on providing food and essential supplies. donate here or here.
connecting humanity - securing internet access via donations of virtual sim cards (esims). if you can't afford a whole plan yourself, crips for esims is a communal pool that will use your donation to purchase and maintain esims
gaza soup kitchen - provides food, medical care, and classes for children. also has a gofundme
glia gaza medical support initiative - provides medical care through field clinics and tents at hospitals. donations can also be sent through their website.
ele elna elak - provides clean water, food, clothing, and shelter. they also have a gofundme
life for gaza - raising money for the gaza municipality to repair water and waste management infrastructure
taawon - partners with local civil organizations to provide food, water, medical care, shelter, and basic supplies
the sameer project - running various initiatives providing tents, medical care, and necessities. they have their own encampment project focused on sheltering families with children, sick and disabled members, or members in need of perinatal care
islamic relief worldwide's gaza emergency appeal - provides food, water, hygiene kits, medical supplies, and psychological support
baitulmaal - provides a variety of necessities, including food, water, shelter, and medical supplies
gaza mutual aid fund - distributes food, hygiene products, water, and other essential supplies, including financial support. run by @/el-shab-hussein's amazing friend Mona. updates can be found on her instagram.
hygiene kits for gaza - provides hygiene supplies including menstrual products, wipes, and toothbrushes/toothpaste
anera - provides a variety of necessities, including food, water, hygiene supplies, medicine, blankets and mattresses, and psychological care
palestine children's relief fund - provides supplies and support with a focus on children. also has an initiative for lebanon
dahnoun mutual aid - provides water, food, tents, baby supplies, financial support, and other necessities. updates can be found through their instagram
certainly this is not an exhaustive list, so please feel free to add on other projects or organizations that i didn't include. and as always, please take the time to donate if you can and share. it truly makes all the difference.
A Dawn with the Wolf Knight by Elise Kova
We've come so far as a fandom in regards to kevin lmao once the most hated now the most sexualised
every one of you reading the sunshine court rn are so brave, oh to brave the waters of nora’s writing before the second book is out
1 I think we've all seen it by now but tsc will be out april 13. english ebooks will be avail same places the first three are, paperbacks will be a lil bit later (easier to correct digital than print, so delay is a buffer for any emergency typos) 2 probably won't see the cover until it's out, bc it's not ready yet, but it's not an emoji (woe) or a sun. (unfortunately it cannot be a mascot either on account of me not wanting USC to execute me on sight)
3 still sorting out which pics of LA to post, I've got about 30 set aside to review but I def don't want to upload that many. they'll likely go up the same day the book is out
4 wrt TSC2, one person guessed correctly that TEB is "Two: Electric Boogaloo". TFS is "this fuckin sucks" because tsc2 is being a nightmare. TAF is "these're all fake". Its actual title was decided back in mid Feb but yall will have to wait til later this year for it
jean falls first jeremy falls harder
WE HAVE TSC'S FIRST LINE SO LIKE IT'S ACTUALLY REALLY HAPPENING