Once again I’m going out on a Saturday night
Antisocial hermit strikes again
Once again I’m going out on a Saturday night
Antisocial hermit strikes again
Dick: You know why today is a great day? Jason: For you? Because it’s a day
Dick: The 60s man Damian: Nobody cares when you’re my age Dick: Damian, that was 60 years ago, how old do you think I am? Jason: There is not correct answer to that
why does logan let roman out in public
Enchanted 3 Colin Fan Meet
He would love to play James Bond. This was repeated in the panel talk with Sean but in the fan meet Jay follows up the question with who he'd want to sing his film's theme song. We all decided it should be him, and he said he'd love that, just make sure he gets the paycheck for both jobs! But he'd want Bowie or Prince if he could.
I asked if there was a relationship be wished the show could have explored more and developed and he said "Mikey! Michael, Neal, Baelfire." And I completely agree!
If he was a pizza it would be ham and pineapple
Spoke like Captain Hook for a short while 🙌
There were other things discussed but these stuck in my mind.
💀 */ STARTER 💀 - @drcylwis
💀 Taskmaster was a mercenary people only called when they really wanted something done with no questions and no record of it. He was good at that. His inability to remember past a week was an asset no one knew they gained from hiring him. A major downfall when the hub disconnected from his helmet and his memory rest. Like it had in this exact moment. There was a light in his eyes that faded and a determination to finish a task became soiled with confusion and wonder. His head tilted, scanning over the features of the woman across from him. The visor within his skull helmet following the rapid movement of his eyes trying to figure out exactly where he was and most importantly who he was. Brows narrowed and a huff escaped his lips. There was a refusal to take off the helmet that kept the confused demeanor hidden away from the eyes of the other. ❝ And you are...? ❞
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Ah. So the people actually running ao3 don't understand how volunteer nonprofits work either. Very cool.
Having friends and being with friends has really taught me the value of just keeping up with people and letting them know you enjoy their company and want to spend time together
And how fuckawful my family is at doing that
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ooc;; nandor really said “me being this handsome is a delicious curse.” and there’s that.
no place for lovers - ch 9 (breathe)
rating: whole fic is E, this chapter is T pairing: celia shepard/thane krios language: english words: 1597
[read on ao3 here!]
uhhhh idk what’s going on here but i’m determined to finish this so here we are again. for the sake of the plot (what little plot there is lmao) i’m switching around some of the prompts instead of going strictly in order, so this is actually a fill for prompt 30, ‘breathe.’ tbh i do feel it’s cut off a bit awkwardly but i was originally intending this to have shorter chapters and this was the best place to cut it in half or else it would have been just. ridiculously long lmao
When they meet up with the Migrant Fleet, the day after Thane reboards the Normandy, Tali looks more than a little surprised to see him. “Garrus told me about what happened on the Citadel,” she says when she comes up to Celia’s cabin after their meeting with the Admiralty Board, and he wonders when they’ve found the time to be corresponding when their responsibilities on their respective ships keep them so busy—though, then again, he and Celia had been doing the same thing. “When we talked, he didn’t know if you were going to make it. I’m glad you’re here now.”
The sentiment is mutual, and he makes sure to tell her so. It had been reassuring to know, while he was still in Huerta waiting to undergo the transplant, that the Normandy was populated with people who are loyal to Celia, people she knows and trusts. It’s especially true when he hears the news that in only a few hours, they’ll be boarding a geth dreadnought, trying to disable the Reaper control signal it’s broadcasting. The thought alone is enough to make him wish he were recovered enough to accompany her; though he’s been able to handle their usual training, the geth won’t slow down or take it easy on him if they realize he is lagging. She’ll have Garrus and Tali with her, though, and that’s the best he can hope for, given the circumstances. He trusts them to watch her back, as he knows she’ll do for them.
One look at the docking tube she’ll have to cross in order to board the dreadnought, though, is almost enough to change his mind.
“Are you sure you’ll be alright?” he asks, cradling the side of her face in one hand. They’re back in the cockpit, a little off to the side so they’re not visible from the hallway—one of the only places besides her cabin where they can even pretend they have privacy, since Joker is too loyal to Celia to say anything, not when her fear of losing him is still fresh in her mind. “You don’t want to have one of the others do this?”
She smiles, mirrors his gesture with the hand not holding her helmet. “I’ll be fine. You worry too much.”
They both laugh a little at the words. There isn’t enough worry in the galaxy to encompass the both of them, to cover the danger they constantly place themselves in. “Besides,” she continues, “now that I know I have you waiting for me…” Her forehead furrows, and he reaches up to trace his thumb between her brows, smoothing out the lines. “It makes it easier.”
There’s a lightness in the way she says it, but she’s tense under his hands, her voice softer than usual, and not just for fear of being overheard. She would keep him on the ship forever if she could, he knows, away from any danger, and he would do the same. It’s an unrealistic daydream, but perhaps one day, after the Reapers are destroyed—he can’t allow himself to think of any other outcome—they can seclude themselves somewhere for months, away from the things that threaten them. How he wants that to be a possibility. “They’re waiting for you in the airlock,” he says instead, kissing her gently. She’s frowning when he pulls back, but nods. “I love you.”
That gets a grin out of her, albeit a small one, and she responds in kind as she leaves the cockpit. Thane doesn’t follow; he intends to stay, where he’ll be able to hear Celia’s comm—and respond, if he needs to. “You two are disgusting,” Joker says without looking over at him. “In a nice way, but still.”
He smiles, steps over to the copilot’s chair and sits down in it. EDI’s newly-acquired body, which Thane has only seen once, is down in the AI core; Celia had mentioned in passing that she always did that when there was a mission she wasn’t on, to have fuller control of the ship if need be. There are very few people he trusts unconditionally when it comes to Celia. Joker is one of them. “How has she been?” he asks; he doesn’t mean lately, in the few days that he’s seen her, and Joker seems to understand.
“Bad. First Tuchanka, and then the Citadel—she took off for Omega without even telling any of us. I talked to her once, after they took back the station. Sounded like she hadn’t slept the whole time.” He shakes his head. “I don’t know if you realize just how much better she’s gotten now that you’re here.”
Thane’s about to ask, to insist that Joker tell him exactly what that means, but there’s a burst of static and the comm crackles to life, transmitting ever bit of Celia’s heavy breathing to them. She’s out on the loose docking tube, then, and in between comments from Joker and Tali he grips the arm of the chair tight; the other hand loose. An unbroken habit, in case he would need to reach for a weapon, but there’s nothing he can do to help her now. The door opens behind them and he starts, but it’s only Kaidan and Cristopher, who don’t leave even though Joker glares at them. “We don’t have anywhere else to be,” Cristopher says, staring him down, and for a moment, despite the fact that they couldn’t be more different, Thane can tell he’s Celia’s brother.
Joker’s in the middle of opening his mouth to retort when it comes through: a yell over the comm so loud that it’s almost consumed by the static it creates. He starts calling for her over the comm and Thane is out of the chair before he’s even conscious of the movement, following the others to the open port observation window. His stomach drops—Celia’s heavy, panicked breathing still fills the room, and the docking tube has come unmoored from the dreadnought, drifting away.
He knows he shouldn’t panic. If she were in serious danger, they’d know by now. It wouldn’t be easy to get her out of the loose docking tube, but they could do it; she’d had magboots on, so it’s unlikely she’s come loose, and besides, though she’s breathing heavily, there’s no indication that any of her equipment has been damaged. But there’s a hint of voice in those breaths, the barest edge of panic that he wishes he weren’t so familiar with. He’s woken her from too many nightmares about this exact scenario. Cris and Kaidan are still staring helplessly at the unmoored docking tube, but he turns back towards where Joker is sitting, motions for him to pause in his frantic repetitions of her name. He stares incredulously, but leans back so Thane can get closer to the microphone.
“Siha.” He pitches his voice low in an attempt at privacy, even though he already has to speak louder than he’d like for the comm to pick him up at all. For a moment nothing changes, his own anxiety rising at a steady clip as nothing but white noise comes through, and then, when almost a full minute has passed—
“Yeah. Yeah, I’m here.” Her voice shakes in between gasping breaths, and he imagines her out there, clinging to whatever bit of the docking tube she can, teeth digging into her lip under her helmet. “I’m on the ship.”
All of the tension leaches out of the room at once; even his own posture relaxes the smallest fraction. She’s not out of danger, but at the very least she isn’t floating untethered in the middle of a firefight, either.
“Did you—the others, they can’t get in this way. The docking tube—”
“I know,” he says. “I know.” He can feel every set of eyes in the room on him but all of his focus is on her, on how she’s trying to regulate her breathing and ultimately failing. It breaks him to hear her like this; she hasn’t been so upset—around him, at least—since the Alpha Relay. He’s uncomfortably aware of their audience, both here and over the comm, and she must be, too, but it doesn’t stop him from guiding her, quietly, through one of the exercises he’d taught her when their sparring sessions had turned into something quieter. In, out, in. Breathe, Siha. He keeps at it until she exhales the last of the panic in a rush, thanks him equally quietly and turns her attention to Garrus and Tali, trying to plot an alternate entrance into the dreadnought. Thane collapses back into the copilot’s seat, the bridge of his nose pinched between his fingers as he listens to the four of them; meanwhile, Joker navigates the ship to the new point of entry, lets Garrus and Tali off.
When Thane looks up a minute later, everyone is staring at him.
He doesn’t say anything, only meets each of their stares, wondering if they’ll look away. Cristopher does, for a second, and then locks eyes with him again. Thane doesn’t know much about Celia’s family—he’s met them as many times as she has—but he’s gotten the impression that of all of them, Cristopher is the most inclined to avoid conflict, though to Thane the stares read more as confusion. Kaidan, at least, is confused. Joker is already turning back to the ship’s controls.
“I gotta admit, Krios,” he says after he hits the button that will temporarily pause the comm output from the cockpit. “That was impressive.”
On a Monday afternoon, the most beautiful man Kun has ever seen walks into the café.
“Maybe if you actually paid attention to the class instead of staring at the instructor's ass, then you would be a little better at it."
Jaehyun is so horribly stiff that he can't even reach his toes, and Johnny would like to help him change that.
“I got caught up with something,” Thace hums, taking a right turn when Lance quietly tells him to do so.
“Doing what? Something cool?”
“If you count saving a teenager from being stuck on a monkey bar in the east neighborhood's playground as cool, then yes.”
“Lame,” his son declares and Thace ignores Lance’s offended yelp. “Is he cute, at least?”
Thace arches an eyebrow at the question before he shrugs. “Hey, kiddo, are you cute?” he asks over his shoulder, humming when hears Lance moving to lean forward from his seat.
“I would like to believe so, sir.”
[Or the one where Keith's the son of a police offer and asks by pure chance if the boy his dad 'arrested' that night is cute enough for his gay ass. Spoiler alert: he is.]
I have seen this trope before and it was such a cute story! Definitely a good read.
Wei Wuxian’s hair, which had barely been contained in it’s ribbon when he woke up, had given up all pretences of pretending to be ordered. It was long, longer than Lan Wangji had realised, reaching below Wei Wuxian’s waist. It looked incredibly soft in the light of the morning sun, the light having the effect of giving Wei Wuxian a halo around him.
Suddenly, without warning, an image came to Lan Wangji’s mind. In the image, Wei Wuxian was standing as he was in real life, but Lan Wangji was leaning against his back, his mouth lowering to his neck-
He is washing dishes, something I do every day. Something everyone does every day. This is not the right time to be having such a thought.
“Isn’t that right?”
He blinked, shocked that Wei Wuxian might have unknown telepathic abilities.
Chapter 18: https://archiveofourown.org/works/34160842/chapters/85979008
manifesting guillermo’s backstory on his first interactions with nandor/ becoming a familiar for a season 4 episode
"we call those three the plastics, they're shiny, fake, and hard, and like really bad for the environment"
men can be so fascinatingly beautiful and fun to look at but only when they are famous and far away and i will never have to interact with them in real life <3
Has anyone else been literally unable to focus on anything else today besides TAD's latest announcement? Like, it's not only going to be out this year, it's going to be released in two weeks. I don't know what to do.
(1) musical has made me very emo