#beloved!

[orgy-hepburn]

When will my beloved, gorgeous pervert angel return from the war to play perverts with me again

This is the fkn cutest. Smiled and giggled and burrito’d myself up in bed when I read it.

Your beloved, gorgeous pervert angel is luteeeeal 😔 and a little less desperately horny as a result (I’m as devastated as you are). But I promise we can play perverts as soon as I’m back on the wines and Feeling It™️, ok??

[thevocalhiccup]

Randomly keep remembering Zhou at his first home race and getting emotional....

[whoregaylorenzo]

Dani's grey hair streak for Danilovefest

[dayas]

Arthur Curry the legend that you AREEEEEEE

Wooing Lois, telling Lex to go straight to hell and advocating for environmental protection/standing on big business 🙂‍↕️

They can never make me hate you

[bluefirecas]

FAN-FREAKIN-FICTION!!!

[amaranth]

mikey dedicating ‘helena’ to his daughters ♡

[faroffsong]

Night fell and they had not yet reached the dragon marchlands; fortunately for Basil, as his companions were growing increasingly anxious at his friend’s failure to materialise out of thin air.

“There is no need to fret,” he assured them rather firmly as he set about making a fire in the midst of their camp. “I have promised we will not be facing the dragon alone, and it was not a promise lightly made.”

“Don’t worry, Basil, we trust you all right,” said Percy, gazing somewhat forlornly at his meagre share of supper. “It’s this other fellow—or fellows, if there be more than one of them, and I hope there are. We don’t know them. We don’t even know anything about them. How exactly do you know they’ll show up when they’re needed?”

“Because I know them,” answered Basil, and he paused to blow on the fire. “I know them quite well, actually. Which should be enough to reassure you, at least, Robin.”

“Certainly,” said Robin shortly. He was intent on his supper and felt they’d had this conversation a sufficient number of times over the past few days. He was not as reassured as Basil hoped, probably, but he was not going to trouble himself with the topic any further.

“I’ll take first watch,” Neville offered, most likely in an effort to change the subject. The five men spoke of nothing more until the morning.

@thegreenleavesofspring