hearts in ink

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for my aubreyad enjoyers: got diagnosed with adhd/sorta autism* yesterday and when i called my dad to tell him the news his first reaction was “oh, like stephen!”

[yourheartsamess]

‘don't talk to me now im molten’ // inside problems by andrew bird

[thepeakygang]

Peaky Blinders: May Carleton - Series 4

[xserpx]

'Must I put on silk stockings?'

'Certainly, you must put on silk stockings. And do show a leg, my dear chap: we shall be late, without you spread a little more canvas.'

'You are always in such a hurry,' said Stephen peevishly, groping among his possessions. A Montpelier snake glided out with a dry rustling sound and traversed the room in a series of extraordinarily elegant curves, its head held up some eighteen inches above the ground.

'Oh, oh, oh,' cried Jack, leaping on to a chair. 'A snake!'

'Will these do?' asked Stephen. 'They have a hole in them.'

'Is it poisonous?'

'Extremely so. I daresay it will attack you, directly. I have very little doubt of it. Was I to put my silk stockings over my worsted stockings, sure the hole would not show: but then, I should stifle with heat. Do not you find it uncommonly hot?'

'Oh, it must be two fathoms long. Tell me, is it really poisonous? On your oath now?'

'If you thrust your hand down its throat as far as it's back teeth you may meet a little venom; but not otherwise. Malpolon monspessulanus is a very innocent serpent. I think of carrying a dozen aboard, for the rats — ah, if only I had more time, and if it were not for this foolish, illiberal persecution of reptiles... What a pitiful figure you do cut upon that chair, to be sure. Barney, Barney, buck or doe, Has kept me out of Channel Row,' he sang to the serpent; and, deaf as an adder though it was, it looked happily into his face while he carried it away.

— Master and Commander by Patrick O'Brian

[ego-sum-arbor]

I keep thinking about this one aubreyad fanfic involving uniform kink. Of course it’s Stephen being horny over Jack in uniform (no offense intended to the original author), but like personal headcanonwise??? It’s gotta be Jack with the uniform kink. Stephen actually ends up in his and just Looks at Jack just right and Jack is like??? I am experiencing some very specific feelings about this??? These feelings are not conducive to the formal functioning that we are currently at??? Help?

[perplexingly]

Just a little redraw of an old fanart of The Far Side of the World I did once

[theshelbyclan]

Wishful Whispers

Summary: The youngest Shelby is granted one wish for her eighth birthday and has decided she wants the whole family to go to the beach 

(gif by @nofckingfighting​)

A/N: I got this really cute request by an anonymous requester: Imagine Shelby sis just BEGGING her brothers to take her to the beach because “I live in a freaking island and I’ve never seen the ocean”Like how sweet is that!? Also, I tried a shelby sis, but in the third person because… dunno? Never done that before JIt’s a little bit shorter than my usual ones as well, for no particular reason, and a lot sweeter and softer than the series itself, but sometimes that’s nice as well… Thank you so much for requesting and I hope you like it! Words: 1553 ***

“I know…” Tommy Shelby opened his eyes just a little when he heard those possibly menacing words being whispered into his ear during what felt like the middle of the night.

“Tommy?” the whispering little ghost tried again, “I know!” “Really?” he grumbled, not vaguely interested in anything but a few more hours of sleep, “go and tell Arthur.” “I already tried that, but he told me to piss off,” an offended reply came. “How about John-boy, eh?” Another sigh, “I tried him, but he’s not sleeping… he’s with…someone.” Tommy rolled his eyes in the dark and admitted defeat, “Alright, you tell me then. What do you know,” he never could really say no to his youngest sister.

“Remember when you told me a story that one night?” Thomas did not remember, but he rubbed his eyes as he gave up the possibility of sleep. “About this fish that secretly wanted to be a desert cactus?” she beamed, “I really liked that story.” “I’m glad to hear that, Y/N. Now, if that’s all…” “No!” she quickly said, “I’ve been thinking about that, right, and I’ve decided I really want to see that fish…” “You want to see the fish,” he repeated, instantly regretting his storytelling. Emphasising every word, she said, “I want to see the ocean, Tommy!” And this is when he got up and decided to light a cigarette, because this could take a while. Of course, he loved his sister deeply. In fact, some might even say he was soft when it came to her, even though he tried his best to be strict. But once she started talking, she never really stopped. He’d often wondered where she got that little character trade from. John was the same though… “I mean, we live on a island, Tommy, and I’ve never even seen it! And Nancy from down the lane told me about the beach and it sounds amazing!” “It’s just sand,” Tommy grumbled, “just rocks and sand.” “Well, I want to go,” she pouted, “and when you asked me last week about my birthday, Arthur said I could make a birthday wish.” “Bloody Arthur did, did he?” he took a slow drag of his cigarette. “This is my wish.” So Tommy decided to change tactics, “Are you sure, Y/N? You could ask for anything and you want to waste your one good wish on some sand and rocks and water?” “Yes.” Well, there was no changing her mind now. *** And so the entire Shelby family piled into the family car and made their way to the beach. Tommy had called for a family meeting, had announced they were going and everyone had protested in their own way. Ada said she had other plans, John said he wanted to work on the books, Arthur didn’t understand why the fuck they would go to the beach in the first place and Polly had just rolled her eyes. Truthfully, it just wasn’t a very Shelby-like outing. But then Y/N had appeared into the kitchen and had pouted her most expertly pout and had whimpered something along the lines of, “but it’s my birthday wish…” And it’d worked. Like the little devil knew it would. Tommy smirked a little behind the wheel as he thought of it. So here they were, all dressed completely inappropriately for the beach, less than excited, apart from Y/N and Finn, who bounced non-stop with excitement and anticipation. God had better make a note of this good deed. “Are we there yet?” Finn asked every five minutes. “Not yet.” “Are we almost there yet?” Y/N asked like clockwork immediately after. And Arthur had had enough and snapped, “For fuck’s sake, we’ll let you know once we get there, now sit down and shut up!” “Arthur, calm down,” Polly soothed a little, “They’re only eight.” “I’m nine!” Finn protested, “Nine and three months!” “Tom, I brought the rum, just in case,” the disgruntled eldest brother commented. John sighed a, “thank fuck.” and even Tommy was silently relieved. What were the Shelby’s supposed to do at a beach? Finally they got there. As soon as the first grain of sand could be seen, Y/N went wild. Like feral animals the two youngest started screaming and Finn almost fell out of the car and would’ve died, if it hadn’t been for Ada’s seemingly disinterested but lightning-quick watchful eyes. As soon as they’d gotten out of the car, all three brothers froze for a second. It was like being back in France, but it also wasn’t. In any case, it stirred some memories alright. But they all reacted different: John decided to ignore and play and he ran after Finn and Y/N with gleeful shouts. Arthur started drinking, ignoring Polly’s reproachful eyes. And Tommy? He never said a word, but his memories were all his. “IS THAT A FISH!”, Y/N suddenly bellowed and Tommy knew duty called. With fancy shoes full of sand in no time, he walked over to his little sister, picked her up and placed her on his hip and peered out towards the sea with her. Then he had to smile, “That’s a dog, sweetheart, just swimming. See?” “Oh.” “Come on,” John grinned broadly, “let’s go to the ocean!” All three of them started racing towards the sea. John looked a little out of place in his three-piece costume, but then Tommy realised they all must look like that. And when he turned around, he saw Polly and Ada sitting in the sand, looking a little out of place as well. Little Y/N came bounding back towards Tommy, “Come with me, Tommy, come to the water!” “Did you feel it yet?” Tommy asked, “is it cold?” “It’s salt,” she stated a little shortly, which made Tommy look at her more closely. Then she confessed, “John told me to drink it because he said it was good, but it wasn’t. Then he laughed at me.” “Go to you aunt,” Tommy said, empathetically, “She’ll have some lemonade for you. Go on! To wash away the taste.” He’d have a word with John later.

Meanwhile, Finn had found some seaweed and had started throwing it a John, and the two of it had made some crazy game out of it. And then some of it landed on Arthur. Everyone froze. “Alright, who the fuck…” Arthur started to explode. “Arthur,” Tommy held up a hand, “remember why we’re here.” “Why are we here again, Tom?” “Y/N.” For a few moments, Arthur was thinking very hard and then he clearly made up his mind, “Right, well how’s the water?” “Fucking freezing, Arthur,” John said. “Come on, Johnny,” his brother laughed as he started taking off his shoes and jacket, “we’ve seen worse in France, haven’t we?” and much to everyone’s surprise, Arthur made his way into the sea. Immediately, Finn and Y/N followed. Like little puppies, they sprinted in and out of the water and it was like their energy levels never even went down. After the swimming, Y/N quickly drifted back to Tommy again, because she was usually by his side. Carefully, he lifted her up onto his neck and together they walked along the beach in silence. “Tommy?” she asked, “Was the fish from your story really real?” “Yes, he was, Y/N, but I’m not sure you’ll find him here…” “No, probably not,” Y/N mused, “he’s further away in the water where it’s warmer. Like in the desert.” Holding her in place with one hand and smoking with the other, Tommy asked, “And is it everything you hoped it was? The beach?” “It’s different from Small Heath,” she piped in a high voice, “Less smoke. More sand.” He coughed a short laugh, “It’s different from Small Heath, alright.” “I like playing with you and I like the water and the sand. Arthur even went in with us, Tommy, did you see? And John was like he used to be, all funny. And even you are different!” “Me?”

She stayed silent for a long time, like she was trying to pluck up the courage to say it, “You’re more like you before you went away.” “Well,” Tommy eventually replied, “maybe we should come here more often. “We should,” his little sister agreed wisely. On the ride home, Finn was too tired from playing to even speak and Y/N slept like a little baby in the back of the car, on Arthur’s lap, with her head in Polly’s hands. And even though the Shelby’s weren’t ones for holidays, the sea air had proved therapeutic for all.

*** “Tommy?” another whisper sounded in his ear. Internally, Tommy screamed and tried to choke himself with the pillow. He’d only just put her to bed five minutes ago. He’d just drifted off to sleep and here the creepy little thing was again!

“What is it, Y/N,” he managed to ground out. Hissing uncomfortably in his ear, she said the sweetest words that managed to melt even the coldest and most annoyed heart, “Today was my most favourite day ever. Thank you.” He smiled in the dark, “Good.” “Didyoulike it, Tommy?” “Yes, I did. But don’t tell anyone.” “Tommy?” “Hmm…” He really, really wanted to sleep now. A small voice pleaded, “Can I stay here?” Knowing what she was about to ask before she even finished her question, he’d already pulled the blanket aside for her. That night there were no shovels. Only beaches with little girls, and fish who dreamt of being cactuses, and wishes made true.

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Body Language: Nervousness

Hey guys! Maybe say hello to a consistent uploading schedule? Don’t be too sure though :/.

I would just like to mention that this post contains mentions of self harming like behaviours, so to those who struggle with self harming and/or trichotillomania I would like you to be aware so that I don’t unintentionally trigger that. I would hate to accidentally harm any of you guys because of an oversight like that.

Without further ado, enjoy the post!

Arms wrapped around body/stomach

Big eyes and/or pupils

Biting fingernails/fingers/knuckles

Biting lips

Blinking more often, more rapidly

Bouncing legs

Cleaning fingernails (as if trying to ignore something

Clumsiness

Dry mouth

Eyes darting around

Fidgeting

Folded arms

Folding and unfolding arms as if in a loop

Furrowed eyebrows

Gripping tightly to something or someone

Higher pitched voice than normal

Jittery, jolty movements

Lack of appetite

Lack of eye contact

Less blinking

Looped behaviour (example above)

Nervously eating

Pacing around the room

Playing with nearby objects

Pulling clothing around the neck

Pulling out hair

Quick breathing

Restless legs

Restlessness in general

Rubbing eyebrows/temples/face

Rubbing hands and/or arms

Scratching themselves (typically arms)

Scratching scalp, back of neck or hair

Self-harming like behaviour (typically unconscious)

Shaking head

Shaking body parts subconsciously

Short breaths

Sweating

Tapping fingers on random objects

Touching face repeatedly 

Trembling hands

Unable to stay seated or stay still in their seat

Unable to stay still in general, many restless movements

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[clockheartedcrocodile]

I feel like we don’t talk enough about how Stephen is such a devastatingly bad public speaker that the spies attending his lecture immediately and decisively assume he’s not a spy, a threat, or straight

[abyssalcaptain]

On deck the Clomers and the Sophies were gazing at one another's vessels with profound satisfaction, as at their own mirror-images: at first the Sophies had felt that the resemblance was something of a liberty on the part of the Danes, but they came round when their own yeoman of the sheets and their own shipmate Anderssen called out over the water to their fellow-countrymen, talking foreign as easy as kiss my hand, to the silent admiration of all beholders.

This is...oddly cute

[subsequentibis]

inspired by all the boat dad jack aubrey memes i kept seeing and also because i keep mentally assigning various mcelroy bits to aubreyad characters

[imaginingfromtheblock]

really very upset i don’t have 20+ episodes of an aubreyad prestige television drama to scrub through and grab clips for my stephen maturin fancam set to MIA “bad girls” featuring the following iconic moments 

falling off the side of the ship 

running thru the streets of boston in the fog 

drinking bird shit 

killing canning 

being off the shits on laudanum 

covered in wombats 

knocking out a frenchman with a large obsidian dildo

falling off the side of the ship again 

falling off the rigging

storing poison in his butthole

taking off his hat and his whole wig comes with it

[subsequentibis]

just thinking abt stephen dueling shirtless. that is all.

[subsequentibis]

Nobody ever loved me like she tells me she does

rest energy but make it diana/stephen…….

[clockheartedcrocodile]

God I’m thinking about that one article that talks about how the Aubreyad ends on an unfinished book with no sign of stopping in sight and the last we see of Jack and Stephen is them sailing for unknown adventures in far-off places and there’s no crafted ending the story just fades peacefully and they are just sailing sailing forever and they never grow old and they never die and they are still sailing and I’m so fucking emotional I’m gonna c r y…

[dances-and-dolly-dresses-deacti]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY @yourheartsamess

(New Zealand time 😉)

[subsequentibis]

stephen really just has like. a sign hung on his very Soul that says "pls adopt me"