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twotales · 2 years
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Pigeons
Fandom: Stargate Atlantis
Characters: Rodney McKay, Radek Zelenka
Pairing: Rodney McKay/Radek Zelenka
Rating: G
Word Count: 848
Tags: Old Age, Established Relationship, Fluff, Bickering, Grief/Mourning, Implied/Referenced Character Death, Post-Canon, Pigeons
Summary: Just taking the daily walk to the park.
Notes: This fic is inspired by this tumblr post. More notes and translations at the end.
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Rodney pulled on his boots and tied them snugly, his back and knees creaking as he stood. He put his coat on, his arthritic fingers fumbling with the buttons.
"You never bought me a single coat without buttons. I swear you've been trying to kill me since we met."
"You are delusional. I have done nothing but support your arrogant ass for fifty years."
A lopsided smile grew across Rodney's face as he pulled a toque over his white hair.
"Forty-seven. And if by “support” you mean “follow me around like a lost duckling.” Then yes, you did." He lifted his chin. "Let’s be honest here, you imprinted on me and I just couldn't shake you off."
He could see the man looking at him from over the top of his glasses. “If I didn't love you," he said. “Už bych tě vyhodil z okna.” His eyes gleamed. “I když myslím, že ještě není pozdě.”
Rodney's smile broadened as he picked up his satchel, checking to make sure he had everything. "You know I can understand all that now, and I am one hundred percent sure your mother wouldn't be too happy to hear you threaten me with defenestration."
"Mm, yes, I am regretting past decisions." He pushed his glasses up his nose. "The first of which is introducing you to my mother."
Rodney swung the bag over his shoulder and opened the door. He grimaced as the harsh wind hit his face. "Jesus, you just had to love somewhere cold, huh?"
"No one said you must live here Rodney."
Rodney locked the door and rubbed his arms before starting the daily walk. "Are you kidding? If I’d left you to your own devices you would have blown up half of Europe."
"I am not the one who goes around destroying things." His lips tilted up, "I do seem to recall someone blowing up 5/6th of a solar system though." He held his palm out. "Is it possible that you know of this person?"
"Oh c'mon, that was forever ago." Rodney threw his hands up, "Could we all just move on already?"
"Maybe one could move on if one was not being constantly told he would destroy one's homeland if left to his own devices."
"Fine," Rodney turned into the park and rolled his eyes. "I'll stop telling you that."
His brows lifted, "And you promise this?"
Rodney was all teeth. "Never."
"Well, then I will never move on."
Rodney's lips trembled. "I wish that were true."
He sat on their usual bench and put the satchel next to him. He pulled out his lunchbox and a sack. He opened the lid and took out his sandwich. He snorted as the inevitable birds came off their perches to be closer to the food.
"How could you love these things?"
"Do not even start. They are beautiful creatures."
"More like rats with wings." Rodney said while chewing.
“Oh, “rat’s with wings,” he says." He throws a hand up. "Bah! They are nothing like some rat." He pointed into his palm." They are docile and affectionate creatures who have contributed more to civilization than any other species of bird." He held said finger up, "They can be trained to tell the difference between Bach and Stravinsky you know.” He gesticulated wildly, “But of course, people complain about them, call them rats. We are the ones that brought them here! And yet we forget and treat them like nothing. But they remember even if we don’t. They are intelligent animals who do not fear us because we domesticated them.”
Rodney opened the sack and sifted his hand through the small seeds."I love it when you get wound up."
He knew that man would pull back, eyes lighting up, a dimple-popping smile spreading over his face because Rodney didn’t say such things often and the thing was he loved it when Rodney got wound up too. It was just how they were, how they would always be. Rodney threw a handful of birdseed and watched the birds peck and coo.
He could see the man on the bench smiling down at them, holding his hand out to pet one, the backs of his fingers rubbing gently up its neck. "Jsi můj oblíbenec."
"That is disgusting," Rodney said fondly.
He scowled. "Rodney, they are less disgusting than humans."
"Yeah, well, I don't like those either."
Rodney smiled as he said it. He could see the man chuckling at him, eyes crinkling on the sides as they closed lightly.
Rodney finished his sandwich and sighed, wiping the crumbs off toward the group of happy birds. His throat tightened as he zeroed in on one with a bar wing pattern. Two perfectly symmetrical solid black stripes across each one. He spread a pile of seeds next to it. His hand moved slowly, making sure the bird was aware of his intent. He gently ran the back of his fingers up its iridescent green and purple neck. The pigeon cooed happily as tears welled up in his eyes.
"You would have been Radek's favorite."
As always, I would like to thank @all-mighty-yaoiyuri ​ The Czech who checks my Czech. (ᕗ-^▿^)ᕗ ❤
More Notes:
Not going to lie, I cried several times while writing this, like, I am talking bawling my eyes out crying. And just so everyone knows, Radek died of old age, he did not suffer in any way and got to spend the rest of his life contributing to science and bickering with the man he loved the most.
Translations:
Už bych tě vyhodil z okna: I'd throw you out the window.
I když myslím, že ještě není pozdě: Although, I don't think it's too late.
Jsi můj oblíbenec: You're my favorite.
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drawing--dead · 8 months
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smoke break
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doalkaynaksuyu · 4 months
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fyozai "the kiss" redraw : part two
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chaos-and-ink · 1 month
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POTS Things
Me: Okay. I am going to stand up. Be ready.
Brain: Okie dokie sounds good :)))
Me: *Stands up*
Brain: OH NO OH NO OH NO. Don't worry guys, I'm increasing our heart rate to compensate for this. 60 beats per minute won't cut it anymore, we're going to 160 beats per minute instead !!
Heart: OH MY GOD NO
Me: *gets dizzy, loses vision, hears ringing in my ears, falls over*
Brain: Oops, I went overboard again, didn't I?
Me: *sprawled on the floor* Just a little bit.
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reblog-to-cast-on · 5 months
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so anyway I finished the baby dragon blanket.
this project took me easily over 100 hours to knit, plus 20ish hours to design and create the pattern itself. it's something like 200 stitches across and 250 rows long, with the backing knit directly onto the front panel. the baby I started this for has been born long enough that the parent has finished their parental leave and come back to work already (which I guess means I can easily hand it off after it's blocked?)
I broke the 'don't invent a new pattern for a gift' rule and paid the consequences. I could reasonably have done some research instead of just reinventing techniques, but I had fun and I think this turned out a solid 8/10 which is probably better than I had any right to expect under the circumstances.
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ajga-artz · 2 months
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I actually do need this outfit
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theroseyhues · 7 hours
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Happy day #7 have fluffy haired Mumbo on me :)
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blackbirdffxiv · 10 months
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𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚜 -
𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚂𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚏 𝙾𝚋𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚘𝚗
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lucaswarmhotchocolate · 2 months
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Voldemort as a Hogwarts teacher but he's as he was the night of his resurrection, with the scales that glitter and sharp fangs and long split tongue and pointed ears and red eyes with slitted pupils and everyone is fucking terrified of him (except the older years who are scared, yeah, but just grateful to have a decent teacher while they take their wizarding SATs and ACTs because holy shit voldemort is actually really good at teaching who knew).
The one person who is fully unafraid is Harry Potter, more curious about the situation than anything. He desperately wanted to know why his prophesied enemy would abandon his goals of killing him, why he would do something as mundane as teach at Hogwarts. Harry was, of course, grateful to at least have a decent teacher in his OWL year, but he was still so curious.
Valentine's day rolled around as always, just as terrible as always, but Voldemort is spared from such a unique evil. Nobody dares to piss off He-who-shall-not-be-named... well, everyone except for Harry, who anonymously sends voldemort a single pure white rhododendron cluster and a modest box of chocolates. There are about 2 dozen small bites in the small, dark and warm wooden box with slight red undertones, wrapped in a thick green velvet strip with gold lettering that spells "Voldemort". It is gorgeous. Everyone looks at the luxurious gifts on their teacher's desk and wonders how he will react when he arrives.
The answer is that he won't. When Voldemort enters the classroom from the hall he simply glides over to his desk as usual, pausing only for a moment as he sees the cluster of flowers and what was no doubt a box of chocolates, and vanishes the offerings with a single wave of his hand. For some reason the class of 7th years seems disappointed, they really were curious about the potential love life of such an intimidating man.
What they don't know is that Voldemort didn't vanish the chocolates and flowers into the abyss, but rather teleported them to his coffee table in his personal living quarters. What they don't see is Voldemort carefully examining the flowers, amused by the meaning of such delicate white petals.
They could be a threat, a subtle message that the chocolates are poisoned, the anonymous gifter eager to see if he will parse out the message and avoid whatever fate the possibly laced dessert would lead them to. The message could also be a more heartfelt one, the sender promising to give him everything they can, riches and gifts and protection. Or maybe the flower's meaning was not for him, but rather for the sender themself. Maybe they were simply nervous, and hoped that the flowers would help them reach out to Voldemort.
That's something that always irked him, the convoluted and non-standard victorian flower code. Now, however, it send a thrill down his spine. He has no idea what the flowers mean, what the intentions behind it were. There is no note to be found, not in the box of chocolates, not on his desk. The only way to find out what it means is to wait, and enjoy the gifts he has been sent.
And so, Voldemort enjoyed the chocolates, picking at them throughout the week. Hopefully this anonymous person would continue their efforts, Voldemort always loved a good puzzle.
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enderfoxx-77 · 1 month
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Enjoyed this duo, here’s some art
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kindledrose · 1 year
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whoops my hand slipped (there's got to be a better pun than "the catley parable" somewhere here but i can't think of one someone help)
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yerkes-dodson-curve · 3 months
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The Sides in Order of Sanity
Ranking is based on how likely each side is to be a serial killer or to do something that verges outside the level of sanity. 1 is most insane, to 6 being least insane
6 - Roman. As the other half of Remus, a lot of the "bad creativity" was pushed off to him, so Roman barely has anything that make him insane. The closest route to insanity would be him to be even further ignored and looked down than he already is, but even in his low state, I'd argue he's FAR away from insanity.
5 - Janus. This one is surprising to me, but it makes sense. Janus is too closed off, secretive and selfish to fully become the blunt, care-free chaos that is insanity. He's higher than Roman, as I think there is still a faint chance he could.
4 - Virgil. Again, I don't think he's incredibly likely to delve fully into insanity. He worries too much - he personality is to worry, and insanity has the care-free attitude that is impossible to do with so much anxiety. He's ranked higher because I think he could snap if shut down one too many times, as he's also fairly emotionally fragile.
3 - Logan. Orange. I think that most of Logan's placement is the fact that his opposite hasn't been revealed yet, so a lot of his opposite (so anger or "unwanted" emotions/urges) is showing in him. With Logan being Logic and having no feelings, he's already pretty close to disregarding what is ethically right and doing what he wants in his twisted manner. He's not second because he love for rules and structure counteract this too strongly.
2 - Patton. Our sweet puffball is really high up here I'm afraid. Patton gave up questioning if Thomas was a bad person or not several videos ago, which is a key part of what Morality does, and although he still maintains part of this ideology (the most good you can be), the dark sides showing up more and more has made him more quiet and serious and indecisive, and made him snap in SVS Redux. If pushed far enough, I think Patton could do horrible things to make Thomas a good person in his eyes, skewed with overbearing emotions and a lack of logic.
1 - Remus. This should surprise literally no one. He is already practically insanity, with a lack of regard for logic, doing messed up things whenever he wants, and enjoys and find glee in murder and violence. He is already insane (and has so much of it that Roman gets... practically none of it)
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kyistell · 1 month
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Alaska n Cali ? ^_^ romantic or platonic, or neither, just how they’d interact doesn’t matter to me, just curious :33
I AM SO SORRY THAT THIS IS SO LATE. I meant to do this sooner I swear, I just had no idea how to do what I needed to on Google Docs mobile. Anyway, I went the platonic route sorta, it can read as romantic as well, sooo HERE!!!!
Alaska and California-
Cuddles, all the cuddles, it’s what they do like 80% of the time when they’re together
Alaska will just pick Cali up at random, like it’s the more normal thing in the world, and Cali just takes it
They don’t actually talk much when together, well Alaska doesn’t, Cali yaps
Cali somehow managed to get Alaska to watch anime with them one time, it ended at ep 4 when girl + dog = lot’s of crying from the both of them
Alaska has a pet bear and Cali has the insatiable need to pet and cuddle things that can kill him
They have gone to multiple sports games together, despite Alaska not liking the crowds and Cali not like the noise or the crowds, according to Cali it’s “a bonding experience to watch your team win while on the bring of either shutting down or a panic attack” 
Cali does sketches of Alaska throughout the day, sometimes the drawings include other states but normally it’s just him, then at the end of the day Cali will give them all to Alaska who proceeds to put them all on the fridge in the garage
Winter vacay is determined by a coin flip, it’s normally with Alaska (it’s not rigged, Alaska just always picks the right side)
Cali tried to get Alaska to understand the appeal video games, then ended up getting demolished by him because of tilt control on Mario Kart
Alaska taught Cali how to ice fish, how to safely skate on open ice, and how to be silent in the woods
The two are just very close, Cali is an outcast not by choice and Alaska is one by choice, it’s an interesting relationship
Cali was incredibly close to telling Alaska about the fact that he writes fanfics, they didn’t but the fact that he was going to is something of note
Cali steals Alaska’s hoodies and shirts since they SWIM in them
Have I mentioned cuddles? Because that is basically what the whole relationship is built upon, cuddles. So. Many. Cuddles.
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cattyteeth · 9 months
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If i made this dude a red bubble stickers would y’all,,,,be interested 👁️👁️ they’d likely be pretty cheap I just think it’d be cool for him to be SLAPPED onto a water bottle or smth
I’m gonna make other sticker designs in the future too!!!!
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faultyvessel · 1 year
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“Not yet... They... What's this all over your studio? Is that barbecue sauce?”
The Kevinposting continues! Me from half a year ago made this at two AM and thought it was the funniest thing ever. Aaaaaand, honestly I still feel that way.
It took longer than expected to cover the picture in a satisfactory amount of “blood” but I believe the result is wonderfully unhinged. I think my favourite reaction to the drawing was from my sister. “Isn’t he gonna get moldy?”
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lucylucius · 1 year
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redraw ☁️🌙
(2023 - 2020)
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