#((yes good))

[stillandsilentheart]

🍻 + reverse because i want both versions of this meme

@temp0rt5l

Send "🍻"  for the receiver to take care of an intoxicated sender!

For a reverse situation, just send "🍻 + reverse"!

One of the few upsides to being dead is the ability to be almost supernaturally stealthy when the occasion calls for it. Being able to stand perfectly still, not needing to take a breath, it all makes a difference when trying to be sneaky.

Unfortunately, most of that goes out of the window after the second bottle of tequila.

As far as Char is concerned, she's moving with a catlike grace as she crosses the courtyard under cover of darkness; in reality, she's quietly giggling and shushing herself as she totters over the cobbles, admittedly while balancing astonishingly well in six-inch heels. The door gives her a moment of trouble as she first tries to use her own apartment keys before remembering that those don't work on the Academy doors, and opting instead to seek out an open window she can squirm her way through.

She's about three quarters of the way through when she realises that rather than the totally empty room she thought she was entering, she's instead come face-to-face with Five.

Char grins. A spirited effort at appearing much more sober than she actually is.

"Heyyyy. Fancy seein' you here. Isn' it past your bedtime? You should go- whoooooah!"

In hindsight, talking and trying to get the rest of the way through the window at once was too much mulititasking; her foot gets caught on the windowsill and she does practically a full turn before landing flat on her ass on the study floor. Silent for a moment before breaking out into a new fit of giggles. "Holy shit did y'see that?"

[bornbreathless-temp]

@drgnbld​

“Are you okay for me to talk about this right now? It’s pretty heavy.” I personally think. wataru/lance should talk about That Past. :) bc he trusts her enough :)

It’s late in the day, light from the setting sun taking on a pink hue as it streams through a gap in the curtains. They’re sitting in the little living area of her apartment, Lance’s cape draped over the back of the sofa, Char’s legs curled beneath her where she sits tucked next to it, turned sideways to face him. They’ve been talking for hours, about anything and everything, the silly and the serious and everything in between, but something in the air shifts as they broach the topic of Lance’s past. Of that particular period of his life.

Char doesn’t answer for a moment as she considers her phrasing, fingernails tapping against the mug in her hands. She doesn’t want to say the wrong thing, make him feel as if he can’t trust her with this.

“I want to hear it,” she says eventually, though it’s clear that she’s still taking care to choose her words. “Nothing you can say is going to change how I think about you, but I think...I think I need to know, you know? And I guess...I guess I’d like you to want to tell me.” It seems only fair that she offer up even a fraction of the vulnerability she’s asking him to show, after all.

But her expression is soft when her eyes finally settle on him again and she smiles, small and encouraging. “I’m here to listen. But only if you’re ready to talk about it. I’m not going anywhere.”

[ask-the-awesome]

*bugs you but politely*

((Yes, this is what I need. Thank you.))

[habbytarium]

So man-e flowers in the ask box!!! :-O

I will ‘try’ 2 get 2 all of them!!!

[royalbratprince]

"Hey, Noct. Planning anything for valentines day?"

Halfway draped over his desk over-dramatically after a flurry of forms being signed, Noctis may have looked dead to the world… except that he was also secretively tapping at his phone because he was going to get that level-up before Gladio.  Looking up quickly at his twin, he returned to the screen tapping as he admitted, “Not really?  I mean, it’s a nice holiday and all, but we all kind of agreed not to dump too much onto Valentine’s Day for… sappy reasons.”  He diverted ever so slightly.

Then thought about it for another few seconds, a victory fanfare playing on his phone.  “Just… no one wanted one day of dinner and presents and… risk taking everybody for granted for the rest of the year, I guess.  So we’ll probably just buy too much candy and play video games.  You’re totally invited.”

[psyncin-in-the-restrain]

Examine! Adult magazine

Examine!

“Woaaaaahhhhh! THERE’S ONLY THREE IN EXISTENCE! WHO IN THEIR RIGHT MIND WOULD DROP SOMETHING AS IMPORTANT AS THI--”

“Oh. Wait, I already read this one. This is pretty common.”

[Examine! Again.]

[An adult magazine. I remember Date reading this one far too many times. He should be glad Mizuki tore it apart; it was getting really old.]

[ask-the-awesome]

two more?

((2 MORE!))

[thewildcrows-blog]

Kindness from a Stanger || Bael & Lilliyan

[Continued from Here with @lilliyxn​ ]

Bael frowned as he noticed the injury, but he pushed the expression away as he knelt before the woman. “I may be able to help. I don’t claim to be a maester, but I believe I can clean it, slow the bleeding, and either bandage or stitch it, depending on how deep it is.”

Growing up in the wilds, you either learned how to treat wounds on your own, or you died. Life had been a trial by fire. Admittedly, at the beginning, his mother had guided him.