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[valtsv]

i'm like a fujoshi but for dead people

[valtsv]

if you could see the thread i'm hanging on by you would not say these things to me

[darkkittyart]

There’s something strange about the new town doctor 🦇🩸🗡️

(These two call to me like the green goblin mask… ) work in progress

[ignisarrow]

Look at this diva 🌹

[writtenjewels]

[The fic, as promised. Thank you artist for the inspiration!]

On Charlie's rare days off, he wanted to spend them relaxing. Disengaging his brain while watching whatever game was playing on TV. Walking through the woods next to his house. Maybe even restoring some old furniture.

Spending time with Carlisle Cullen hadn't made that list, but he didn't know how to refuse when Bella told him the doctor had been overworking himself lately. Charlie knew that trap well.

So here he was, waiting for the doctor at their agreed meeting spot in town. Charlie glanced up when someone walked around the corner.

And his heart stopped.

The man walking toward him had Carlisle's hair and features, but he looked as far from the well-dressed doctor Charlie knew as possible. The man was in jeans—jeans, for God's sake! And the shirt was even worse. It was a band shirt for The Killers, of all things. The black material stretched across Carlisle's broad frame, pressing tight enough to his body to showcase the muscle underneath. The sleeves were short, leaving his arms bare. Charlie nearly choked on his tongue.

His heart started beating a little faster as he stared. That was hiding under the prim button-down shirts and white coats this whole time? The swell of those pecs, the defined lines of his shoulders, the firm biceps. Charlie's eyes swept up and down, back and forth. Somehow he was breathing through the rising heat that sparked in his chest.

Oh, my god. Was that body as firm as it looked? How would it feel if Charlie ran his hands down to those hips?

Carlisle stopped walking, his head lifting up to meet Charlie's gaze. His strange golden eyes widened in surprise. As if suddenly realizing what he was wearing. Then Carlisle's head ducked a little, his hand reaching to rub the back of his neck.

What was this? Was he... shy? That was new. Charlie always saw Carlisle as calm and confident. Not like this, unsure of himself. Had to be the outfit. It was on the opposite end of his regular style.

“Since when do you like rock music?” Charlie asked, hoping to put the other man at ease.

“Emmett bought it for me,” Carlisle replied. “I promised to indulge him.”

Charlie nodded vaguely. Emmett's involvement made a lot more sense than Carlisle buying the shirt himself. It was hard to picture Carlisle listening to a band like The Killers.

“The things we do for our kids, eh?” Charlie remarked, making a mental note to thank Emmett later.

“True,” Carlisle agreed. A smile eased its way across his lips and his hand dropped to his side. His nervous fidgeting had rumpled his hair a little. The look fit perfectly with his outfit. He was just Carlisle tonight, not the put-together Dr. Cullen.

And then he turned around, and Charlie choked again. Those jeans were doing wonders for the man's ass.

This is how I die, Charlie realized. His eyes raked their way up Carlisle one more time. Not a bad way to go.

[charlislesdeleted-phonecall]

is this anything

[ignisarrow]

[sadmortician]

color practice with da pitt women

[starryeyeddarlings]

this is so fun i need to make more homoerotic twin cinema poems thank you and goodbye

[askmeaboutmyoctopustheory]

NEVER KILL YOURSELF DAN AND PHIL HARD LAUNCH ON A RANDOM MONDAY IN 2025

[skyliine]

[adhd-merlin]

gawain being the one to propose going on a quest for the holy grail, accidentally killing 18 (!) of his fellow knights during said quest and then giving up and going home is hilarious. go girl give us nothing

[adhd-merlin]

opened my mobile kindle app for the first time in a while and it immediately started harassing me about le morte d'arthur

[noughticalcrossings]

Put thee not on Silent

[ID: A 4 panel comic made of digital paintings of a zoom meeting between the knights of the Round Table.

Sir Galahad, Queen Guinevere, Sir Gawain, Sir Lancelot, Sir Bedivere, have their own individual screens, and one screen shows a conference room with King Arthur, Sir Mordred, and others who are not named.

Both Sir Lancelot and Queen Guinevere have their cameras turned off, and microphones muted, the entire time.

Panel 1 shows King Arthur with a few of his knights, with Sir Mordred brooding beside him in shadows, and a hand reaching from offscreen to steal snacks from a bowl.

Sir Galahad has his microphone muted, and is in a forest, looking up and to the side. He has brown hair up above his head and very pale skin.

King Arthur asks, "Sir Gawain, canst thou see the PowerPoint slides?"

Panel 2 shows Sir Gawain, who has brown skin, black hair, green clothes, and heterochromia, with one green eye and one dark, replies, "Verily I cannot, I think it be a miasma of the sight."

Behind him for the background is a section from the Green Knight manuscript, showing faded lettering and a green knight on a green horse standing in front of someone with a large axe while a crowd of spectators watch from the sides.

Sir Galahad's screen is now slightly motion-blurred, showing a reddragon's open mouth in front of Sir Galahad's face.

Panel 3 shows Sir Bedivere, labeled Tech Support, who wears a blue shirt and a plumed knight's helm, looking exhaustedly into the camera, pushing his helmet visor up with one hand. He is lit by blue light and has bags under his eyes, asking: "Hast thou sharest the screen?"

His background is of a library. Sir Galahad's screen is now taken up by the motion-blurred side of the dragon that is attacking him.

Panel 4 shows Sir Gawain turned slightly to the side, looking derisively at the camera, saying: "Yea, but I cannot hear Sir Galahad."

The only thing left in Sir Galahad's screen is the motion-blurred, spade shaped tail tip of the dragon chasing him.

End ID.]

Description very kindly added by @describe-things

[gringolet]

sir gawain was but a beardless youth when he beheaded the green knight…. verily he shouldve been at the clubbe….

[talesfromtheenchantedforest]

the great thing about medieval literature is that it returns us to a time when men were men and women were women, *insert gritty realism gif here*, featuring such important and eternal gendered characteristics such as

(M) Why Would I Learn To Think Critically When I Could Find a Random Damsel In The Woods To Tell Me What To Do

(F) Demands To Be Brought The Heads Of Her Enemies

(M, to F) Be Mean To Me, No, Meaner Than That

(F) Meticulous Maintenance Of Social Connections And Alliances Via Writing Letters

(M) Crying

(M) More Crying

(M) Even More Crying, While Being Held Tenderly By Brother In Arms

(F) Necromancy

(M) Meticulous Maintenance Of Social Connections And Alliances Via Mistaking Friend’s Identity, Attacking Him, Then Kissing And Making Up

(F) Expert Medical Practitioner

(M) Self-Care By Episodes Of Madness In The Woods

(F) Owner Of Haunted Castle

[queer-ragnelle]

Mordred

[sickfreaksirkay]

kind of obsessed with thesaurus dot com claiming that lover is a synonym for knight

[medievalthymes]

lady of the lake dot com slash careers