#apologies to all

[babydinosaur930]

Person: how you doing Abby ?

Me: * immediate internal crisis over whether or not imma be real right now. *

Me: So good !!

[pinkpendulum]

do you swallow it like a sacrament? do you still get down on your knees?

[jaimeski]

my fyp filled with ur art

such a fuckin good day am i right?

i'm trying so hard to be normal about c!sam

[sunlightinourheadlights]

Teru to Hanako in ch 85

[feysandfeels]

Little Lucien Headcanon

Right so this is the first time I’ve done this in years years years, but since the only talent I can claim besides acting (and I can hardly post a Lucien monologue) is an appreciation for words, this is how I can participate in Lucien’s week. 

Here is my little headcanon @lucienvanserraweek. 

Lucien kept his eyes to the fire burning, his hand around a glass with hard liquor, Vassa and Jurien were off doing what between themselves - the only ones who thought they were stealth were both of them-. He cherished the silence right now, nothing but the fire burning to accompany his thoughts. It was not unusual for him to visit Velaris, after he still worked for them, and why deny it he enjoyed seeing The Cursebreaker and his mate -  stalemate filled with longing-.

Velaris always sat on his shoulders for a time after each visit, sometimes he could shake it off after a few hours, sometimes, sometimes it took longer. The mortal queens, Vassa’s curse, Koshei, Hybern, uniting Prythian, court politics, his mate, his friend, secrets, alliances, power, Nesta Archeron: no wonder he needed that drink. However the fire suggested only another topic of conversation.

Cauldron! it had been ages since he thought of his name without feeling distaste and anger coming only from deep sense of betrayal. The last few months he thought of him as an ally, which was indeed a step forward, but ally did little to add warmth to his name when he thought about centuries past when his name could only bring forth a secrete smile and eagerness, maybe even love if he let himself be truthful about him for a change. 

Rhysand

Mother be dammed Rhysand! And a smile crept up on his face. Lucien wondered what their earlier versions would think of their situation now. He was going to be a father, mated with the one who saved them all, and he himself, mated to her sister. The Cauldron certainly had an odd sense of humor. 

The fire took him to paths he had not walked on for more time than he can actually remember. Nonetheless the memories were waiting for him as bright as the day they had been made. Dancing through his mind, the first meeting when his father brought him along to stay with the Lord of the Night and his court in an effort to make amends and strengthen an alliance based solely on a power fed only by a wicked ruthelesness.

There he was, seeing him had been like stepping off a cliff.

Rhysand the first born of the High Lord of the Night Court. Rhysand in his black clothes staring at him across from the table during the feast. Rhysand smiling as a challenge when he entered the meetings. Rhysand with eyes dancing in starlight. The fire to the night, a hand brushing past the other. The court inviting him further and further. A challenge, one that came in a purple gaze. A challenge met, returned in a bright red agains the dark pillows. 

Had it only been the nights, but the days too. Days in libraries, in treasure rooms. Hours of conversation laced with drinks. Lucien putting Rhysand against the bookshelves when no one was looking, eyes falling to the lips, hand traversing low low lower. Careful prince of autumn, you cannot treat an heir like this. Should i kneel before you then you highness?. 

A week gone by in a haze and it all had his name. Confusion laced with expectation because no agreement, no further promise had been made, but Lucien knew and so did Rhysand. Their eyes could not shine like this if they had not known. 

Lucien remembered all then. He remembered Rhys.

Rhys who taught him about astrology, Rhys who had read the same books as him; Rhys whose fascination with history was thankful for Lucien’s long talks about wars and emperors gone by; Rhys with the curiosity to learn the Autumn Court’s dialect; Rhys who listened, Rhys who understood; Rhys who would meet him up in his own court, in the the woods, in the Day Court, Winter Court; Rhys who had tried and failed miserably to braid his hair; Rhys who started wearing suits with a subtle golden and deep red embroidery; Rhys who always held something back; Rhys who always danced between a mask and bare skin; Rhys who couldn’t simply be with Lucien; Rhys who could only offer him stolen moments. 

What’s a week when you’re immortal. What’s a year of hidden weeks, hidden hours. Had it only been the nights, but it had also been the days. 

Maybe he wanted more or at least the possibility of more, more than weeks, more than the masks, more than double meaning. Maybe he had wanted it all. To see where no one else could, to catch more than just the glimpses of what lay underneath the wicked game Rhysand played. He had known it, in his heart he had known that Rhys was more and he wanted it all to be his present. 

It was hard to hold on to an ethereal proof when after it all ended the masked settled in, the borders tightened and the performance picked up. When rumors started flying about the new High Lord of the Night Court; when whatever performance Rhys loved to put on for everyone else became the only face Lucien saw of him. Cauldron it had been hard to believe who he had known. It had stung. Deep betrayal: now Lucien was part of the charade, part of the audience. 

The fire crackled startling Lucien. The Cauldron certainly has an odd sense of humor because now, Lucien admitted, now he had seen all of the picture he had craved to see centuries ago even without knowing exactly what the brushes would create: Velaris, his wings, his true court, his house, his library, his unrestrained smile, his morning look when he has breakfast, hell he even had seen him celebrate solstice and starfall. Now Lucien had seen and understood everything he ever wished during those years of his youth.  

There you are, Lucien thought allowing the smile to claim his face again. There you fucking are... better late than never. 

Still he could not help but wonder, had he arrived on time, had Rhys shown this when it would have made a difference for them...well who knows. They certainly never will. Time, he knew, was wicked like that. But never as wicked as the first time Rhys looked him in the eyes. 

[from-dark-dunharrow]

Oscar (left) and Morris (right) Delancey.

[ellsey]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 1/? Fandom: Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. (TV), Transformers - All Media Types Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Phil Coulson/Optimus Prime Characters: Life Model Decoy Phil Coulson, Optimus Prime Additional Tags: Slow Burn, crackship, Alternate Universe - Rivals, For Entertainment Purposes Only, seriously it's a joke, please laugh Summary:

Optimus Prime and LMD Phil Coulson are rivals when it comes to saving the world, but could virtual robot sparks be flying?

Have you ever wondered what would have happened if a robot Coulson fell for Optimus Prime? Well you’ll have to keep wondering because this is not a good story. But it is dedicated to all those people who egged me on after we discovered there was a Transformers fic in the AU August collection for AOS on AO3. Then I lamented that it wasn’t an Optimus Prime/Coulson slowburn...and that’s how we got here. 

[change-the-rules]

In general but also as someone in a long distance relationship who has not been able to see my person in a year and fucking half due to circumstances outside my control

I would be beating several of my family members with a live fucking fish if I weren't a) fucking in fucking quarantine like a responsible human who doesn't want to kill people and 2)it would hurt the fish

My point being if you do not already live together YOU HAVE TO FUCKING FOLLOW SOCIAL DISTANCING EVEN IF YOURE DATING

OMG JUST THE NUMBER OF PEOPLE IN MY FAMILY ALONE REFUSING TO NOT PHYSICALLY VISIT THEIR GFS/BFS AND ENDANGERING ENTIRE VULNERABLE HOUSEHOLDS AND WHO KNOWS HOW MANY OTHER PPL WITH THEIR BULLSHIT

IS ENRAGING

IT FUCKING SUCKS TO NOT BE ABLE TO TOUCH OR EVEN JUST EXIST IN THE SAME SPACE AS THE PERSON YOU LOVE

BUT FOR SOME PEOPLE THATS JUST EVERYDAY LIFE SO IF EVERYONE ELSE COULD JUST GIVE A SHIT ABOUT OTHER PEOPLE FOR HALF A GODDAMN SECOND THAT WOULD BE GREAT

IF YOU ARENT GOING TO WORK, GETTING FOOD OR SEEKING MEDICAL ATTENTION

FUCKING STAY INSIDE FUCK