No, my good lord; banish Peto,
banish Bardolph, banish Poins: but for sweet Jack
Falstaff, kind Jack Falstaff, true Jack Falstaff,
valiant Jack Falstaff, and therefore more valiant
being, as he is old Jack Falstaff, banish not him
thy Harry’s company, banish not him thy Harry’s
company: banish plump Jack, and banish all the world. ∟ Henry IV Part I, 2.4
What the fuuuuuuuck harry is so hot. So fucking hot. I thought I was going to choke on my own tongue when I refreshed and saw those pics lol. He looks so good, his body is 🔥🚨🆘 and his faaaaace omg how is he so obscenely beautiful???
HES LITERALLY SO HOT ANd that soft pout dear LORD HE KNOWS HIS POWER
This turned into a 12-panel fast…
I will never get over the fact of how easily I can destroy the Bog Kings dignity just with his stupid dorky faaaaace…:D
Fairy bartender"Um princesses? If you don’t mind, will you please take these two out?! They’ve been like this for 5 hours now!! And honestly were gonna need to fill our basement if the Bog King keeps coming here…“
This was the precise moment I went from “I really don’t care if So and our heroine hook up” to “I will ship this to the bitter end, and you will have to pry this out of my cold hands.”
And it totally makes perfect sense that he is going to fall for her - she is literally the first person in his horrific life to show him understanding and compassion - just see his face in this scene - the sheer vulnerability and complete bogglement that someone, anyone, would take his side (and his faaaaace earlier, when she sees him bloodied and incandescent with rage and her reaction is not fear for herself but worry that he is injured. And she is not in love with him yet, it’s just the kind of person she is.)
She has basically seen behind the feral facade to the tortured boy beneath and OMFG.
In RL, this relationship would be a bad bad idea (he would need a decade of therapy to even approach anywhere in the vicinity of normal) but in fiction, I eat it all up - sexy abused death machine and the pure optimistic lady who will love him? Yes PLS.
Sorry if you have too many, but in the 101 fluffy prompts list, I think 60 would be perfect for tsubahono ;u;
aaayyyyyy!!! i love them thank you anon. *cracks knuckles* time to make some gay housewives. hopefully this doesnt turn out too similar to the prompt i did with nkmk where they adopted two dogs haha
tbh this could be re-titled as ‘Tsubasa Puts Up Token Resistance to New Pet but Ultimately Proves Too Gay to Tell Her Wife No’ also this is embarrassing these prompt fills just keep getting sappier i think i need to take a breather or write something unromantic to get out of this weird romance limbo
“I know you haven’t had the best experience with dogs in the past but look at its face please please can we keep it?”
“But Tsubaaaasssssaaaaaaaaa!” The girl in question shot back plaintively, giving the brunette her very pout, blue eyes getting almost impossibly big, “Loooook at it! Look at this dog!! HE JUST WANTS TO BE LOVED, TSUBASA!!” To emphasize her point, Honoka lifted the dog’s right paw and made like it was waving at her. The dog idly licked her on the face. Honoka squealed in excitement.
Tsubasa sighed. “Honoka, that’s not a dog we know. We don’t know where it’s been or if it’s even friendly. For all we know it might-”
“What a cute puppy! Yes you are yes you are! It’s YOU! What a big handsome baby boy….ah, so cute….” The redhead put her face to the scruff of it’s neck and hugged it. “He’s so soft!! Tsubasa, come pet him!”
“Are you even listening to me anymore?” She asked, tone verging on irritation. Honoka looked up curiously and she felt a little less mad, but then the dog did the same and Honoka hugged it to her chest again, despite not taking her eyes off the brunette.
She sighed again. “We just came to the shelter to drop off that cat we found. We only looked back here because you wanted to check on the puppies.”
“But - But….” The redhead stammered, trying to find some sort of counter for that, “I love him so muuuuch! Look at him!”
The dog, a husky, cocked its head to one side, pale blue eyes fixing her with a somehow petulant stare. She shook her head after a moment and averted her eyes. “I don’t want to get a dog, Honoka.” She tried softly, one last attempt to discourage her.
Yes, the end of parting shot was sad and bittersweet and beautiful.
But at the same time, Hunter’s got this look on his face like ‘What’s going on? Why is everybody giving us drinks? Bobbi? Why are you crying? Oh, now everybody’s raising their glasses. I still don’t know what’s going on, but I’ll raise mine, too. That way nobody will know that I’m completely lost.’