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just wrote a fic when curt, in his late 50s, has a fight with strangers on the internet because they talk trash on arthur.

before you stab someone: THINK!

how can you make it Tender?

how can you make it Homoerotic?

how can you make it Implicitly intimate?

how can you make it Noticeably a metaphor for sex?

how can you make it Kind of gay?

i heard somewhere that there is a dincobb discord server, is it still alive ? please i beg someone to give me the link, i'll be kind 🙏🙏

Young rebel Luke Skywalker eyeing the Rebellion‘s most appreciated spy

canon? found dead in a ditch far, far away

i bumped it with my x-wing

for uhh jedi...purposes. din djarin below the cut

baby's on fiiiireeeee

what’s wrong with society is that most people still haven’t seen the 1998 cinematic phenomenon Velvet Goldmine directed by Todd Haynes

head empty except for the way cobb looks at din

when ur arm don't work so good anymore but it's still good enough to ✨hold ur mando gently✨

careful. he bites.

It hasn't been so easy being lonely...🎵

(Scene from this fic)

they love each other BAD

more dincobb cowboys cus why not

"best Friends" moment

Based on this fic from LillyPillyBeetle, that I must have read at least 20 times

LAPSE

I don't know if the author has a social page, but if you know them, please, give me the handle so I can tag properly!

i'm testing something in english, maybe it's bad

Sometimes it’s hard to understand, sometimes, neither of them understand what's happening and it's quite frustrating, mostly for Hannibal. How can he love someone like him ? How can this feeling even be possible ? How can it be that strong ? Will is everything he hates, everything that disgust him ; a man, so simple, so in the crowd. A man like Will could never have attracted him. And, yet, it happened. Suddenly, Will is all he wanted, all he ever wanted.Will in his house, Will in his kitchen, Will in his bedroom, Will in his bed… Will between his sheets, Will against him. It’s as if that man had bewitched the great Dr Lecter, with ropes and candles. The heart of Hannibal is tied, broken, he is too many things to survive without Will nearest him. Hannibal wanted Will to scream in his sheets, to tell him how he loved him, how he wanted him. He wanted to feel the body of Will bursting beside him, to taste his tears, to meet everything on his body. He wanted the body of Will just for him. He wanted Will to belong to him.

And he wanted him to know… 

maybe i've already said that but Silco used te wear transtape, and sometime in his youth vander helped him, that's how he feeds Powder after birthed her.

just realised that jinx was the product of all three of them. she was raised by felicia, then vander, then silco. sounds like felicia, leads like vander, fights like silco. has her smile, his heart and his wits. has her braid and his scruff and his bangs. she's the best of them. i cant get over it

pt 2 of this, maybe one day i'll make george and ringo

i'm testing something in my writing book

j'ai encore le goût de nos nuits blanches sur mes lèvres

cette union brûlante, ce rugissement dans ma poitrine, cet appel sulfureux, le pouvoir que tu avais sur moi. le souvenir de tes mains prenant possession de mon être entier me hante, le souvenir de tes hanches, de tes lèvres, de ton pouvoir, de ton coeur battant au rythme du mien, ton corps illuminé par la lumière d'une bougie brûlante, tel de petits soleils dans la nuit. tout était si beau, tout était divin. une nuit blanche avec toi, c'était comme une éternité d'amour. une drogue pour moi, quelque chose dont il était impossible de me défaire. nos nuits blanches étaient les plus belles choses au monde, tendres, violentes, une étreinte animale, un sourire contre ma peau, tes yeux qui riaient, le souvenir de la nuit agrippé a ton chevet, celle qui ne voulait pas partir, qui aurait voulu nous voir nous réjouir toute l'éternité, toute ton éternité, toute mon éternité. c'est tout ce que j'ai gardé de nous, le souvenir brûle encore dans mon coeur, dans mon âme, j'en ai encore le goût sur mes lèvres. peut importe ce qui est brisé. fais de moi ce qu'il te plaît.

Im probably gonna get attacked by shippers but i see moana and maui more as like siblings

yes !!!! it's so it !! i CAN'T see love between them, their relationship is so strong and beautiful !! in the french version, maui call moana " little sister " it's so sweet to me. shippers can attack me if they want, I won't change my mind

i hate moana and maui shipper

i'm testing something in my writing book

it's so, so sad and beautiful at the same time

My favourite thing about Éowyn and Faramir is that when Éowyn tells Faramir she’s in love with Aragorn, his response is basically “well duh, who isn’t.” He truly gets Éowyn, not only because he has similar experiences with despair and grief, but also because the two of them feel the exact same way about Aragorn.

Strictly, canonically speaking, Faramir isn’t in love with Aragorn, but his old-school Medieval fealty has the level of passion and intensity that a modern reader tends to associate with romantic love. (Though of course he isn’t an outlier in a series about passionate friendship and fealty.) The first time Faramir ever saw Aragorn, in the Houses of Healing, “a light of knowledge and love was kindled in his eyes” and he immediately volunteered to do anything his king asked of him, even though he had just woken up from life-threatening illness and probably didn’t have the strength to get out of bed under his own power. And what he offers to Éowyn, among other things, is this: you can continue to love Aragorn as your king and captain, we can both love him that way, and love each other with a quieter peacetime love.

vander is quite too big and he apologies for that every time

one day, silco got pregnant, and aborted before telling it to vander, they had a violent argument when vander found out, they didnt speak to each other for a week, until vander came back to him in tears, apologizing

Paul McCartney lights a cigarette during filming of Penny Lane in Knole Park near Sevenoaks, Kent on 31st January 1967