May 13, 2021
Red's 1.3K FOLLOWERS CELEBRATION @smuggsy asked: Eddie Brock or Mad Sweeney
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Red's 1.3K FOLLOWERS CELEBRATION @smuggsy asked: Eddie Brock or Mad Sweeney
★ Hbowardaily 500 followers celebration ★Make us choose: @shiningautumn-oceancrashing asked : George Luz or Bill Guarnere
omg happy birthday!!!!
hope you have a wonderful day/night however you choose to enjoy it ❤️
that cake looks delicious btw
Thank you so much my dear 🧡❤️🧡❤️
I had the perfect day with the people I love just as planned (which for a capricorn & a person who hates surprises is a huge delight).
Sorry for replying late my app notif is shoddy at best so I often miss out on new asks.
i love your whole theme 😂 it's like. funny but in a morbid way(? it's like,
jaskier: buuuurn butcher buuuurn 😈😈😈
BUT THEN
oh the irony 😓
i'm sorry for this ask zjdjdj
that's exactly what i was aiming for so i can say that it worked 😇
anyway don't ever say sorry for writing to me, i may almost never be online because of MENTAL HEALTH ✨️✨️ but talking to people always makes my day
omg someone on board with my zorro starring santiago cabrera!?!!! yasss. who wants to start a petition
(i adore the films with antonio banderas btw they're masterpieces butttttt. santiago cabrera, man. time for a new version for the newer generations to appreciate zorro!) (there's also an older version in black and white i used to watch as a kid and it slaps!!! it's a bit more comedic but it's a classic)
Heeee Santi as Zorro is just *chef's kiss*
[[From this post]]
how about "cold, innit? / you cold?" for two oblivious witchers (lam+aiden) sharing a bedroll when they run into each other in the wake of winter? (:
Lambert shifts. He rolls over. He sniffles, then rolls over again. He flips onto his stomach. He flips onto his back—
“Will you stay still?”
Aiden’s voice is loud and clear in his ear —of course it is, they’re laying side by side and practically glued together— and there’s something in his tone that reminds him of training with Vesemir. He dismisses the thought.
“Sorry, uh.” He shifts again, but slowly this time. “Can’t find it.”
“What?”
Lambert blinks up at the night sky. “The, uh— the position.”
“The position?” Now Aiden shifts, too. “Which position.”
“The one I usually sleep in.”
“Which is...”
Lambert turns, and he’s facing Aiden now. His features are sharper in the moonlight, he notes, his scars deeper and his pupils are dilated. Must be the cold, he reasons.
“I usually sleep on my back,” he starts, and he feels ridiculous explaining it, but Aiden asked. “And I can’t, now, but my body hasn’t realized yet.”
Aiden narrows his eyes. They’re dark green now, bordering on brown, and the way the moonshine reflects on them makes Lambert’s breath catch. Must be the cold.
“You’re really weird, you know.”
Lambert sighs. “I know.”
They’re quiet for a while, neither of them asleep, and Lambert doesn’t think he’ll be able to sleep at all. He starts naming his potions. Swallow, Cat, Kiss, Shrike— who named them, anyway? He’ll have to ask Vesemir next winter. He feels a shiver run through his spine.
“It’s cold, isn’t it?”
Aiden stirs. He blinks lazily at him. “What?”
His voice is thick with sleep, and Lambert winces. “Uh, no, I just— it’s cold.”
“It is,” Aiden concedes, “which is why we’re sharing my bedroll.”
“Hmm. Yes. I’m— uh. I never do that. Sharing.” Lambert isn’t sure why, exactly, he’s telling Aiden all this, given the Witcher probably wants to kick him off his bedroll and get the fuck to sleep. “I never talk this much, either.”
“I know.” Aiden’s eyes have gone dark. “Listen. I want to sleep. I know your heart is racing, because I feel it against my chest and because I smell the way your blood is cursing through your veins.”
He’s right, which is why Lambert can’t protest.
“So,” Aiden continues, “here’s what we’ll do. You’ll spoon me.”
“What?”
Aiden looks at Lambert with infinite patience. It reminds him of Vesemir again. “You.” He grabs Lambert’s arms. “Will spoon me. So you can focus on something other than the cold. So you can sleep, and I can sleep, and we can get to Hagge tomorrow.”
Lambert doesn’t find it in himself to argue, so he just lets himself be led, lets Aiden’s warm hands press against his skin until they’re laying side by side, his knees slotted against the back of Aiden’s, the Witcher’s back to his chest. It’s nice, he has to admit, and it’s efficient — he’s not so cold anymore. Aiden’s heart beats quicker than his, just slightly so, and he can feel it close to his own heart.
It’s nice. He says so.
“It is,” Aiden mumbles. “Go to sleep, Wolf.”
He does.
in love with your header 😍
thank you sm! yours is so pretty, the colors!!
you do love me!
no i don't
yes you DO!
no i—
YOU DO
i don't
YES YOU DO
(i watched it.)
how dare he just say he doesn't love him back omg the nerve!? eddie rude. bad eddie!
Hello to you too, smuggsy (I kid, I’m always happy to see you in my inbox).
I thought the whole thing was on-brand for them. A little blunt on Eddie’s part, yes. But considering we have a third movie in the works and Tom presumably helped with that scene, I have high hopes.
In the meantime, I’ll get out the spray bottles if you feel Eddie needs them.