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So I re-read The Foxhole Court last night/this morning and like… I can’t stop thinking about how Matt is just… immediately in Neil’s corner.  Like.  It’s not like they bond over some shared interest or experience, it’s not like Matt walks in and Neil is being actively harassed by Andrew’s crew, triggering his protective instincts. He just…

Neil: exists, is smol, dresses like a hobo, whole life fits in a duffel bag



The Superlatively Superfluous Adventures of Legolas and Tauriel

Dateline: Dale (32/40)


The Superlatively Superfluous Adventures of Legolas and Tauriel

Dateline: Dale (10/40)

anti v-day starter || @carisiisms

          “This is such an idiotic holiday.” Rafael groaned. “And on top of it being stupid, we get more crimes on this day. A lot more attempted assaults and assaults. A lot of drunk he-said-she-said stories come off this day.” He shakes his head. “I mean, this holiday literally is the worst. I can’t st–” He stops when he notices the look on Sonny’s face. That wasn’t good. His Anti-Valentines rant seemed to be upsetting Sonny…not good. He probably had planned something, or loved the holiday.

          “…Sorry.” Rafael composed himself. “I’ve never been very fond of this day.” He reaches out to take Sonny’s hand. He smiles a little, but it’s more forced than anything. “Look, I don’t need some holiday to celebrate you, or the fact that I love and care about you. You mean so much to me that confining it to just a day would be ridicules.” He squeezes Sonny’s hand gently.


stannisinquisition and n-a-p-o-l-e-o-n asked: got / asoiaf + fave villain
“Though well past forty, he was as yet unwrinkled, with scarce a line to tell of the passage of time. His lips were so thin that when he pressed them together they seem to vanish altogether. There was an agelessness about him, a stillness; on Roose Bolton’s face, rage and joy looked much the same. All he and Ramsay had in common were their eyes. His eyes are ice. Reek wondered if he ever cried. If so, do the tears feel cold upon his cheeks?

Send ‘😴’ To Fall Asleep In My Muse’s Arms x| @the-revolutionary-doctor |x accepting

     For once Jack wasn’t the one that had a long day. It was Walter that had it rough, & Jack wanted to make him feel better. He had come home to very angry sounding cello playing, which was a good sign that he was upset. When Jack came home he was quiet, & just let Walter go at it on the cello for awhile. Then the bow broke, & Jack winced. It was a very bad night.

     After offering to make dinner, & talk about it they ended up on the couch. Jack gathered Walter up in his arms. It was only semi-comfortable for Jack, but Walter seemed to be happy where they were. He kissed Walter softly, & simply held him until he fell asleep. Jack waited a little while before finally moving. He shifted, careful not to wake Walter up.

     With the great effort not to wake Walter, Jack picked him up. They needed to get to bed, but he didn’t want to wake his him. Walter wasn’t too terribly big but he wasn’t easy to carry either. Luckily Jack was able to take him back to the bedroom without waking him. He laid Walter on the bed, gently undressed him & put him under the covers before joining him. His arms went around Walter instantly & he pulled him back to his chest. There was a soft, whispered ‘I love you’ before Jack closed his eyes & went to sleep’. 


The Necklace-MacGuffin Idiot Ball: the proclaimer B (10/20)