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Eric and Charlie, 133: “please never stop smiling.” Eric rambling/infodumping, seeing Charlie smiling at him
I went a liiiiittle off script because of the erlos art you posted in the stuad but I think you'll forgive me!!
This little ficlet includes the following OC's
Charlie/Carlos, who is mine
Eric, who belongs to @sentient-trash
Roger, who belongs to @stobinesque
The three of them are lichrally husbands :)
This little ficlet also includes and was ultimately fully inspired by art drawn by @sentient-trash so AAAAAAAAH
anyway, tagging the scromies: @theheadlessphilosopher @wormdebut @steddieas-shegoes @vampeddie @patchworkgargoyle @scarcrossdlvrs @starryeyedjanai @vecnuthy @sidekick-hero @stobinesque
and @wynnyfryd you liked the cute line from my sickest, sexiest line post and [gestures] here's the ficlet if you wanna read it
Eric jumped as he felt cool, wetness against his chest, his words stumbling as he opened his eyes and peered down at his husband. They were cuddled up in Eric’s bunk on the bus, Charlie laying on his stomach between Eric’s legs and wrapped around him in a koala hug. They’d been talking, snuggling and petting each other tenderly while they did.
Well, Eric had been talking about cars, infodumping really and he knew most of it flew over Charlie’s head. But the man never complained, never asked to change the subject, just let Eric talk and talk and talk until he exhausted himself. It was a little intense, at first, when they started playing with the idea of getting together, having Charlie’s undivided and content attention, the way he would ask relevant questions to keep the conversation going. It was especially intense the first time when Eric finally ran out of things to say and Charlie just sighed happily and said, “You’re so smart, mi amor.”
No one, least of all anyone Eric had dated, had ever said that to him after he talked at them about cars for what was sometimes hours.
Tonight, it was like most performance nights; they performed and since they had to get to the next city before any of the soonest flights, they were driving straight there. He and Charlie had their own bunks, but they almost never actually slept apart. They would curl up in one of the bunks and talk, usually Eric doing most of it, until one or both of them started yawning too much to talk around.
What was different this time was that, somehow, Eric missed when Charlie began to doze off.
Now, Charlie was well and truly asleep, his eyes flickering behind his eyelids and part of Eric’s shirt caught between his lips and teeth while he sucked on it. It was one of Charlie’s sweetest little quirks, in Eric’s opinion, and it was literally the only reason Eric was wearing a shirt at all. Normally, he slept without a top on, but for Charlie he could easily tolerate the discomfort.
Overcome with how much he adored the man wrapped up in his arms— the love of his life, one of the best things that ever happened to him, the father of his future children, his husband— Eric dipped his head to press a gentle, lingering kiss against Charlie’s forehead and held his mouth there, sighing contentedly.
The shutter-click of a polaroid camera broke the quiet of the bus and Eric looked up, a bit startled. Standing at the mouth of the little hall of bunks, a bit sheepishly as he shook the picture as it developed, Roger smiled down at them. Looking around, Eric realized that at some point the bus had stopped. Since when had the bus stopped moving? Was he really so lovestruck over his husband that he failed to notice the bus coming to a stop and turning off?
“I just pulled over to use the bathroom,” Roger explained in a whisper as if reading Eric’s thoughts, crouching at the edge of the bunk to reach in and stroke a hand over Charlie’s hair. “Decided to check on my boys before getting back on the road. Saw the cutest damn thing in the world and had to take a picture.”
Eric grinned at the older man, squeezing Charlie a bit. “Yeah, and what was that?” he asked cheekily.
“S’pose you can see for yourself,” Roger replied, holding up the picture.
It was truly one of the most breathtaking photos of Charlie that Eric had ever had the pleasure of seeing. He looked serene, angelic even as he slept, sucking on Eric’s shirt with the corners of his mouth curled up. Eric knew that was just part of the sucking motion, that it wasn’t actually a smile, but he liked to think that it was. That Charlie was so happy that he was grinning even in his sleep.
“Damn, that is the cutest damn thing in the whole world,” Eric agreed, squeezing Charlie again.
“Y’both are,” Roger said firmly, leaning to kiss Eric chastely on the lips.
There was a little huff between them, and when Roger and Eric looked down, Charlie’s hazel eyes were open, droopy and heavy with exhaustion, but he was smiling.
“Where’s m’kiss?” Charlie mumbled sleepily around his mouthful of Eric’s shirt before dropping it with a frowny little mlem and wiping his lips.
“Holy shit, sometimes I want to squeeze you so tight your head pops off,” Eric confessed around a laugh, tilting Charlie’s face up with a finger under his chin until their lips met, soft and sweet and perfect.
When they pulled apart, Roger used his hand in Charlie’s hair to guide him into a kiss that was a bit deeper, more searching than the one Eric had received from the older man. When they separated, Charlie looked a bit dazed, and possibly for more reasons than just exhaustion. If only they weren’t on the bus, Eric would’ve happily ran with that inkling of arousal.
“I’d better get back up front. Goodnight, Carlos,” Roger sighed, kissing Charlie again, chaste and sweet. Then he pressed another kiss to the corner of Eric’s mouth as well and murmured, “’Night to you as well, Eric.”
“’Night, Roger,” Eric replied, grinning as Charlie mumbled a little, “Goodnight, Rog.”
When Roger stood back up with a little groan, he closed the little curtain over the mouth opening of the bunk, plunging Charlie and Eric into more proper darkness.
With a sigh, Eric reached up to hit the switch on the fairy lights he put up, filling the enclosed space with soft, orange lighting that made it look like Charlie’s big, hazel eyes were full of stars. He loved him so much, Eric wanted to cry and dance and sing about it, but instead he just stooped to kiss the tip of Charlie’s nose, shaking a delighted little giggle out of him.
“Please, never stop smiling,” Eric breathed as he pulled back to meet Charlie’s eyes in the dim lighting.
Charlie’s grin twitched with his confusion, but it didn’t falter. “Okay, I’ll try,” he promised, shifting upward along Eric’s body to tuck his head under his chin, lips pressed against his throat. “Same goes for you, though.”
Eric laughed and squeezed his arms around Charlie tightly. “Keep this up, and that should be easy to do,” he said, kissing the top of Charlie’s head and relishing in his contented sigh.
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AAAAAAAAH COLIN MY FAVORITE BOY 🥺🥺🥺😭😭😭
i find myself saying that YEEEEEEEEEEEES so much dkfjsjfjd but then again i quote chris waayyy too much
chris prstt was jealous of anna (his wife back then) bc dhe had a lot of scenes with chris and kissing and also his physique and he judt was absolute shit on set 😤🤢
colin is such a sweetie omg i was not expecting to love him so much but 🥺 he is just the cutest ever and i’m already brainstorming so many adorable little things to write with him!! (even considering some sort of like romance series!) also in general i really liked the movie idk why it got such bad ratings lol 😵💫 i thought it was funny and sweet and endearing!!
also lmao no one’s surprised the rat was being so stinky 🤨 colin is definitely an upgrade from whatever rat’s character’s name was 😭 also why does my phone keep correcting colin to colon can we pls not
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Texting & Tamarins
Cries of pain, the smell of a sickroom, the blank faces of the attendants, Jane’s cries of frantic agony, the helplessness, the fear-
Joan’s eyes snapped open.
No sickroom, no dying woman. Just her own cabin.
She curled up into a ball and lay there, shivering.
Instinctively, she reached for her phone.
‘R U awake?’
Maggie teased her about using text speak but it was so much simpler when she was in a hurry. Such as now.
The answer pinged back almost immediately: no.
The response made her whole body sink with relief- Maggie was awake, it was all ok- and she was already starting to key in her response when she stopped herself. Maggie had said no, after all. And she HAD- very nicely- asked Joan to try to keep from texting her after midnight, in the interest of good sleep hygiene (or as she had phrased it- ‘I love you but it better be an emergency or I’m not going to have gotten enough sleep to not kill someone’.)
Did this count as an emergency?
True they hadn’t hashed out the finer details….but still, probably not.
She pushed her phone back under her pillow and curled up again.
It was fine. She’d just go to sleep and tell Maggie about the dream in the morning.
Except.
She just couldn’t switch off.
The cabin felt….extra dark, somehow. More sinister. Usually, it was her bolthole from the sometimes chaotic and often crowded rest of the ship. Now though, it felt unfamiliar. Try as she might, she couldn’t shake the absolutely ridiculous feeling that there was someone there with her- there, or just outside the door…
She rolled herself into her blankets, which helped for about thirty seconds...but then she felt just as vulnerable as before. Vulnerable- and alone. The fear that there was someone creeping up on her was mixed somehow with the feeling that she was the only one awake on the entire ship, and even though logically she knew that wasn't true, the thought made her feel oddly lonely. She thought of the sleeping ship- and of the bleak empty ocean surrounding them- and her eyes stung with tears.
Rolling onto her stomach, she started to cry very quietly into her pillow, hating herself at the same time for being so pathetic. Even the knowledge that she’d feel like an idiot in the morning didn’t help dissipate the horrible feeling of desolation building in the pit of her stomach.
Alone….all alone….
The quiet knock on the door made her freeze, heart suddenly pounding. Someone was outside, She lay there, too afraid to even breathe, straining her ears- would they try the next door, or would they stick to hers? She was suddenly seized with a terrible fear that she’d forgotten to lock her door behind her- they locked automatically, of course, but what if something had malfunctioned, what if it hadn’t closed properly, what if-
‘Joan?’
It was Maggie.
Relief flooded her at the familiar voice and she scrambled out of bed, stubbing her toe in her hurry to open the door.
As she did, her previous fears felt especially foolish- the corridor was lit as it always was, she could even faintly hear the sounds of other people still moving around.
She surreptitiously brushed her damp face with the sleeve of her pajama top, hoping Maggie wouldn’t notice anything amiss and she’d be able to escape with her dignity (such as it was) intact.
‘Why were you crying?’
No such luck.
‘Um...I wasn’t?’
Maggie raised an eyebrow and Joan felt her resolve crumbling- it was hard to obfuscate with someone as frustratingly blunt and straightforward as Maggie.
‘It’s stupid really, I just had a bit of a bad dream and when I woke up, I kept thinking that there was someone….there with me-’ It was ridiculous that even though she knew herself to be perfectly safe, actually verbalising it all made her throat ache and her eyes sting. ‘-like in the cabin or right outside, and I kept seeing, I kept seeing Jane, I kept seeing her screaming and I could smell the blood….and I was watching her die again….and it-’ A sob tore itself, unbidden, from her throat. ‘It was just really lonely and scary-’
She was pathetic, she knew it- to be whining like a child, after nothing worse than a dream, bothering Maggie no less. She’d been speaking to her bare feet and she was reluctant to even look up and face the guitarist- she didn’t want to see Maggie’s blank inscrutable look, her distinctly-underwhelmed face, the one she showed to audience members who complained, to passers by who passed remarks on her height, to anyone who was dismissive of the importance of the band to the success of the whole show.
She didn’t want to see the unimpressed stare Maggie was surely greeting her teary rambling explanation with- so it was a surprise when instead of being questioned or scolded as she expected, she felt herself being pulled into Maggie’s warm arms.
‘Hey, it’s ok-’ Despite being several inches shorter, Maggie still managed to exude a surprisingly protective feel. Like she would tear the throat out of anyone who tried to get too close. ‘It’s all ok-’
‘I’m sorry-’
‘Don’t apologise, you’re fine-’
She sniffled into the shoulder of Maggie’s hoody, feeling humiliated but also comforted.
‘I’m sorry I woke you up, I know it’s late-’
‘That’s ok, it’s ok.’ Maggie pulled back enough to look her in the eye. ‘I did say you could call me in emergencies.’
‘I don’t think this counts as an emergency…’
Maggie shrugged. ‘Hey, anything that makes you cry on me in a corridor is an emergency in my book, right? I’m glad you texted.’
‘I stopped texting because I felt bad about disturbing you-’
‘Well, I mean you’d already woken me up by that point-’
Fresh tears welled in Joan’s eyes and Maggie squeezed her hand.
‘Joke. Honestly, you could have carried on texting, I wouldn't have minded.’
‘Sorry for getting you out of bed though-’
‘It’s really, really ok-’ Maggie pulled Joan back into her, gently rubbing circles up and down her back. ‘Anyway, you didn’t get me out of bed, I just got….concerned when you didn’t text back so I thought I’d check on you and…..well, I was right!’
Joan gave a watery chuckle at Maggie’s (for her) exaggeratedly self-congratulatory tone and burrowed in closer.
‘Now-’ There was a (small) smile in Maggie’s voice too- it vibrated in her throat where Joan’s face was buried. ‘Let’s get you back to bed and warmed up a bit- you’re shivering-’
Joan wasn’t entirely sure if the tremors were entirely due to the night chill of the corridor or not but she didn’t feel like arguing. The adrenalin of everything was starting to wear off; she stifled a yawn.
Maggie nudged her back towards the half open cabin door. ‘Get your pillow first- I’m done with you stealing mine in the middle of the night like you usually do…. if I go to medical with a stiff neck again, they’re going to think I’ve got an actual problem-’
Pillow in hand, Joan joined Maggie in the corridor again.
Maggie looked at her without speaking.
‘What?’
She kept staring.
‘What?’
Maggie sighed. ‘God, you’re actually going to make me say it, aren’t you? Go get your monkey thing or whatever it is. And there I was trying to be all tactful and shit-’
‘......she’s a tamarin.’
There was no point trying to deny anything, after all; face burning slightly, Joan reentered the cabin with as much poise as she could muster and scooped up the slightly worn creature from where it had fallen to the floor, hiding it behind the pillow in her arms so it wouldn’t be seen in the corridor.
‘You don’t need to be all weird about it-’ Maggie went on as they started down the hall to her cabin. ‘As if I care that you have a stuffed marmoset or whatever- it’s not like you’re the only one-’
Hope flared in her chest. ‘Really?’
‘Yeah, Bessie sleeps with a flick knife under her pillow-’
‘That’s….not really the same thing….Also she’s a tamarin….’
‘Meh, flick knife, marmoset. Marmoset, tamarin, Potato, potahto-’
Maggie swiped open the door of her cabin- the faint smell of (strictly forbidden) incense and (even more strictly forbidden) cigarettes enveloped them.
Other cast members had complained about the permanence of the aroma of both contraband items but to Joan, the cabin smelled of safety.
‘Get comfy. And hands off my pillow, remember.’
Maggie pulled back at the covers and motioned for Joan to get in first before climbing in after her. It was a tight squeeze but, with the wall on one side and the warm shape of Maggie next to her, Joan felt safer than she had all night. There was just no way anyone- even the most determined intruder- would be able to get past Maggie.
Maggie’s thoughts were obviously running in the same direction. Clicking off the light, she wrapped an arm around Joan’s stomach and pulled her in close. Her breath tickled the back of her neck.
‘You’re ok now. I’ve got you.’
‘I know.’ She yawned again. Somehow in Maggie’s cabin, the dark and quiet felt soothing rather than threatening. ‘Thanks, Maggie.’
‘You don’t have to say thank you, you know.’
‘I know but-’ She struggled to find the words. ‘You came and you didn’t have to, I woke you and disturbed you, and it wasn’t even for a good reason and-’ She could feel herself getting worked up again.
‘Shhh.’ Maggie pressed closer to her; her hand found Joan’s in the dark and squeezed it gently. ‘It’s ok. Go to sleep. Dream some nice dreams. Dream about tamarins or some shit.’
‘But-’
‘Shhh.’ A kiss was pressed between her shoulder blades. ‘It’s all ok. I love you. Just rest.’ There was a pause. ‘Slight addendum to that- it’s all still ok and I still love you but if you don’t move your monkey thing to your side of the bed, it’s going on the floor-’
‘....it’s a tamarin.’
Joan drifted to sleep to the sound of Maggie’s quiet laughter.
#HHHHHH AAAAAAAAH!!!!#THIS IS THE CUTEST THING EVER#I read this like three times before I could even make notes#I love the attention to how short maggie is andbsnnss#I dont know why but I love the little detail where maggie’s smile appears more in her voice and a vibration in her throat 👌👌#joan stealing maggie’s pillows 🥺 love that#and omg maggie telling joan to grab sunny and not calling her the right name omg omg#I love that so much!!#‘dont be weird about it’ aaah I love the way you write ba maggie so much#nice subtle nod to maggie smoking 👀#it actually really fits her character a lot#THE KISS BETWEEN JOAN’S SHOULDER BLADES SENT ME#and omg maggie’s last comment about the stuffed animal killed me!!#THIS IS SO GOOD!!!!#you wrote them so well!!!#better than I did!#I love this so much thank you for sending it 🥺🥺#submission#not my writing#six breakaway#breakaway joan on the keys#breakaway maggie on the guitar
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Spoiler for Episode Pomefiore
OK SO WITH WHAT LITTLE JAPANESE I HAVE I GOT SOME INFO.
First thing first:
I'm pretty fucking certain the name for Twst Snow White is Neige Revanche (which is a cool callback to the OG Snow White and what she did to the Evil Queen - and lo and behold, we have a competition involving dancing + Vil canonically shown with red shoes in Jade's SSR). From what I gathered he's a second year at RSA and Vil's main competitor as an influencer (the translators will confirm that though, so take it with a huge spoon of salt).
PLEASE GAME GIB RSA INFO.
Also lol @ Idia being like "you have TV in the Valley????" to Lilia
ANYWAY I'M SLOW BECAUSE I KEEP ADMIRING OUR BEAUTIFUL QUEEN. THE EFFORTLESS GRACE AND THE UNDERLYING RAGE AAAAAAAAH
btw Crewel has the cutest chibi aaaaah he’s so expressive as well, it’s funny
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I’m back! Temeraire Let’s Read:Tongues of Serpents
- Tharkay literally shows up at the beginning of the second sentence; STRONG start, I highly approve, great improvement on every level
fsdafhsadkjlfh cooly tossing tables and throwing people’s drinks in their faces in the bar brawl fkjsdhfksdalfhasdj this ain’t his first rodeo huh
- these dumbasses having to clean up from the bar brawl before going home so their dragons don’t go out there and demand to have a word with the dudes who bullied their lil boys... oh my g o d
- “it was true, if one wished to be very particular about such things, that laurence was a convicted felon” t e m e r a i r e... ~*technicality schmechnicality*~ it was barely treason at all really
also temeraire being in super protective mother hen/older brother mode over the eggs is perfect
- Jane Rolands bluff, jovial letter writing is Everything
- “Have Temeraire throw him overboard,” Tharkay had suggested laconically, when Laurence had escaped to his quarters for a little relief and some piquet . . . “He can fish him out again later,” he added, as an afterthought.
A VISIONARY. An unmitigated joy. “Have Temeraire throw him overboard”. He says what we’re all thinking.
- AAAAAAAAH MUTUAL FIRST NAME BASIS!!!! THIS IS NOT A DRILL WTF HAVE THEY BEEN DOING ON THIS TRIP TELL ME IN DETAIL WHEN THE SWITCH HAPPENED PLEASE (also I really like that the first instance we see is “But Tenzing, I cannot trust myself” b/c that was literally the whole point of that scene in VoE. laurence... yes you can. tfw your crush is the goodiest of twoshoes and can barely move for it and doesn’t even knoooow)
- y’know if Laurence could get over this thought that asking a direct question to a friend is just ~*intolerably rude*~ he could get so much shit done
(I guess tharkay, clearly a follower of the rosa diaz school of ‘no one is ever going to know shit about me’, is like fuck yeah I’ve struck gold with this one)
- “So spake the pot” oh I do love Actually Pretty Chill Dad William Laurence finally letting the snark out more frequently, it suits him very much (I guess his main claims to fame in a lot of circles is a) treason and b) spoiling his dragon rotten)
- rankin’s name is mentioned and everyone’s like HIIISSSSSSSS and RIGHTLY SO FUCK THAT GUY JUSTICE FOR LEVITAS
- temeraire is talking to the egg about consent and saying he’ll make sure it won’t have to do anything it doesn’t want to fjklsadhfkaslhfsd my heart
- lol lol lol weeeell in hindsight who could’ve guessed captain and second in command of the dragon pirates would have a materialistic superficial kid huh
- . . . Granby said, with a look half affection and half exasperation oh granby baby still carrying that torch huh
- lol lol lol just the implication of sara maden and laurence silently tops up his drink and he’s like ‘cheers’ and they’re both quiet for a moment flskdfs
if you think about it that must’ve been such a wild day in his life tho -- like first Laurence furiously fires him for being gone at a crucial moment and then immediately unfires him when it turns out he’s been chasing a lead and being the only goddamn person really working on solving all their problems (as is his wont), then he finds out his ex is getting married and steadfastly pretends it doesn’t even bother him, lol what are feelings I heard only losers have them (extremely relatable -- I guess he must have known it was in the cards though, because he specifically tells Laurence at the beginning he didn’t intend to go back to Istanbul, so it’s been over for a while?) then they go on a life and death chase through the sewers, and THEN, before he knows it, after half a book of being kind of a mistrustful dick to him, Laurence does a 180° and is there offering eternal friendship with big soulful eyes after seeing him get upset one time and y’know I guess I see why that got to him lol
- aw man I know it’s never going to happen but I am getting sort of wistful and teary-eyed over this pirate (cough cough I mean legally sanctioned privateer of course) AU that’s going entirely to waste
here are some tags I left on this superb piece of fanart: #I just got to the part where tharkay makes the suggestion and like... I know it's not happening #but what a shimmering tender mother of pearl dream to carry in one's heart lol #just a lil pirate family out there wrecking shit #temeraire would get wind of what the east india company actually does and they'd inevitably turn against them and fuck 'em up... *sigh* #fix it fic: the boys kiss and the east india company is stopped from committing further atrocities! all is well
so that’s basically my position on that
- “I’m sure there’s nothing too dangerous out there, in the fucking untamed Australian wilderness,” Temeraire said, tempting fate to a frankly anxiety-inducing extent
- hell yeah demane is the only one with presence of mind to actually find some food; you go buddy <3
- my boy tharkay slinking off in the middle of the night without telling anyone and solving everyone’s problems... *dabs at eyes* just like old times
- oh wow rankin really is just a piece of shit in every way huh
- fhasdklhfsadfsad temeraire being like ‘I know tharkay is a strong independent human who is perfectly capable of making his own decisions and don’t need no dragon... but also he’s clearly one of my humans tho why is he riding on another dragon :(’ THE CUTEST SHIT
- temeraire silently dissing his dad over refusing to believe in ghosts ~*except*~ for the holy spirit adslfhaskjdlhfs
- demane taking in the strange little hatchling... im crey... he truly hits me straight in the heart every time
also laurence steadfastly Doing The Right Thing and following his convictions is so deeply healing after all that bullshit he went through in the last book... makes me feel all safe and calm inside haha
- actually when you think about it it’s so fucked up that they apparently just straight up murder dragons with birth defects in england as a matter of course b/c like. dragons come out of the egg fully sentient and capable of understanding what’s being said around them. kulingile literally understood every word they were saying as they discussed whether or not they should be KILLING HIM. j e s u s thank god for demane and laurence’s stubborn insistence on being good
- temeraire going straight from mother hen to extremely impatient and jealous older brother the moment an egg hatches never gets old. all these dumb little babies just complaining and stealing his crew ugh (HOW FUCKING CUTE is him deciding kulingile could be a scholar or something tho #dragon rights)
- “I wish,” Temeraire said to Laurence, “I do wish that other dragons were not always thinking me peculiar . . . it makes one doubtful.” BABY BOY NOOOO he’s just so sweet and he’s so secretly scared that laurence might resent him a little after the whole treason business and OW right in the parental heart that fucks me up
- Temeraire’s indignant “Oh!”s always soothe my soul it’s so adorable
- little emily roland yelling “damn you all for cowards!” after a bunch of grown men fleeing while she reloads her gun and takes aim again is incredible poetic cinema (and also demane joining her... I love the bond they’ve got going on in the background here)
- aw poor sipho :( at least he still has temeraire to nerd out with and stuff but that’s some difficult shit to process for a kid
kulingile bobbing around tethered to temeraire like a small balloon at a fair is such an image, what a blessing, temeraire’s exasperated brand of babysitting is so funny
- laurence being a Dad to the kids in his crew... mana from heaven
- YESSS they crossed the endless miles of DEADLY AUSTRALIAN WILDERNESS so laurence could be MORTIFIED as the emperor’s adopted son at a party this is the content I am here for
- hell yeah let’s play a round of pimp my captain!!!!!!!!!!
“And,” Laurence said. “And you are certain that this should be appropriate for the occasion; not, perhaps, excessive?” I can’t b r e a t h e he can’t even say shit because his dragon boi is so happy fsaldfjsldhfasjlh and then granby making fond fun of him what a beautiful cherry on top of this sweet sweet laurence being embarrassed sundae
- william ‘I’m here to kick ass and describe menswear in fastidious detail and I’ve already kicked my own ass twice today’ laurence strikes again
- this description of the dragons sitting around squabbling as they watch shiny sparkly things is the most endearing few pages in modern literature do not @ me
- it’s kind of fucked up that the emperor of china is giving laurence more of the sort of warmth and validation a father should than his actual dad ever did lol. u did good curing the dragon plague, weird european adopted son I am proud of you
- every time temeraire is really upset about something my soul suffers a small wound
thank god he doesn’t actually know what opium is really used for most of the time yet (also I am obligated to divulge that I am entirely charmed by tharkay’s sardonic yet clear eyed cynicism on the issue, I cannot be anything but what I am and he hasn’t had enough proper page time in this half of the book so I will take what I can get)
- ...I kind of just realized that I imagine the sea serpents basically as long-ass gyaradoses... OH NO
I will say I respect the ‘give no fucks’ vibe they give off -- it’s a real ‘we’re here to eat fish & party and if you try to get in our way we’re gonna have you as a snack’ mood and I cannot fault them for it
- iskierka is such a fuckboi it’s glorious
- nOOOOOO tharkay is leaving again fuck ;_______; is his life just an endless procession of semi-unwillingly having to go back to istanbul again these days
Temeraire did not see why Tharkay should have to go so far, only to deliver news; and particularly when he did not seem as though he wished to go, very much. DDDDDDDD: THIS SUCKS you know that when a) he’s letting it show and b) temeraire notices it that he is dragging his heels big time over this lol
‘there can be very little to call you back to this part of the world any time soon’ LAURENCE YOU 24 KARAT IDIOT YOU ARE HERE HE CAME TO AUSTRALIA FOR YOU ALREADY WHY ARE YOU LIKE THIS
all that said whenever I see a ‘Tenzing’ on the page my heart does a happy little dance. ah well now let’s settle in and wait for what horrible catastrophe will happen now that tharkay is gone... come back soon buddy
- ooooooooooooh that is so good, using the last chapter + epilogue to show how the... idk moral wound I guess laurence received victory of eagles has finally healed, that’s so reassuring. he just wants to do good things for good causes and can’t be badgered, cajoled, threatened or convinced to do anything less anymore and it’s all so sweet and well earned. that’s some good development through this book too, from ‘tenzing I cannot trust myself’ to this. excellent stuff
- while I did quite enjoy this book for the character moments it is incredibly weirdly structured? like the beginning drags a bit with the quite uninteresting colony politics and stuff but then they’re finally travelling and then... nothing really happens plot wise before the sea serpents freak the fuck out at the end there lol. I’m mostly a character-oriented reader tho so I’m pretty fine with it.
ETA: actually now that I think about it I’d say that my biggest gripe with this book is that it doesn’t engage at all with the perspective of the native australian people? even though one of the dragons settles down with one group? god knows it’s not like there was no time to dive into it, considering all that time spent in the fucking wilderness lol
we’re going to the inca empire next tho apparently fuck YEAH!!! that’s such an underexplored and extremely interesting part of history, my body is Ready
#temeraire#tongues of serpents#his majesty's dragon#meta#back again after a brief pause! still crying a lot about tharkay! the more things change huh
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A day with BTS... Tag?*:･ﾟ✧*
@tae-la-tiger I love when you tag me! thanks again, love >.<
Rules: Write down all 7 members names and label your bias/bias wrecker(s) then describe anything you’d love to experience with them etc.
Then tag 6 others! Xx
TaeTae ~(bias wrecker 3) I think i’d like to go to an amusment park with Tae! I’d like to hold his hand tightly while on a scary ride and make him win me teddy bears. I feel like he’d be a sweet and fun amusement park partner.
Hobi-Hobi<3 ~(bias wrecker 5) Seeing as our ray of sunshine is a dancing pro, I’d love to teach him some dances from my country and see how long it’d take him to pick it up (or just enjoy watching him mess up hehehe)
Namjoonie ~ (bias wrecker 4) For Monie, I think it’d be cool if he and I spent the day writing a song, and then rap (in the most cheesy way) on it. I think he’d be super down to earth and fun to watch while he makes music.
YoongiBear~( bias wrecker 1) ~ I’d also love to be with YoongiBear while he makes music. I think it’d be a really cool thing, seeing how he gets frustrated, works through his problems, writes lyrics, and makes a masterpiece.
JeonJungkookie ~(bias wrecker 2) Our Kookie!~ omg ok so with Kookie, I think i’d want to go do something adventurous or risky with him, like go through a maze or an escape room with him. I think he’s the type that’s fun to hang around with and always up for a good competition, not to mention his Golden Charms ~~
MamaJin ~ ( bias wrecker 6) COOKING CLASS! I think learning to cook with MamaJin would be THE ABSOLUTE cutest! I think he’d snap into Mama mode and be super protective over me using a knife (i’m a klutz with a knife) and probably end up cooking everything in the end ^^
SugarMochiMin (my chimchim, my baby, my bias) ~ Picnic with Boyfriend Jimin. i’d love it if we could have the entire early morning and late night hours to ourselves, waking up super early, talking on the phone with groggy voices, taking a walk, having lunch on a little green hill, playing in a random park, (aaaaaaaah this one is the longest already) holding hands while eating ice cream, ramyun on the beach (don’t judge=p) I’m so biased guys. but i think spending the entire day with him would be lovely and sweet, even if we were just getting to know each other for the first time. ^^
sorry if this tag sucked, sorry it took sooooooooooooo long to post, @tae-la-tiger<3
I tag: @causekpop, @softyjihoon @jiminobsessed @jiminieaf @rachel-daae @bi-ai
+:｡.｡Feel free to ignore<3
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Thoughts on season two, episode eleven of Shadowhunters:
- I actually got so excited when the theme song started, I missed this show SO MUCH.
- THAT OPENING SCENE WITH ALEC AND JACE SPARRING WAS SO CUTE OMG
- Clary and Simon need to stop being an adorable couple cause I’m starting to like them together and NOOOOOOOOO
- Does Jace just have a penchant for walking up when Clary and Simon are being romantic?
- AWWWW YISSS THE RETURN OF INQUISITOR IMOGEN MOTHERFUCKING HERONDALE BITCHES *Boss Ass Bitch plays in the background*
- Tbh I thought Azazel was Sebastian in disguise at first lol
- AZAZEL THOUGH HOLY SHIT THIS SHOW WENT THERE AND IT’S GREAT
- Poor Izzy holy shit??? As much as I hated the yin fen plotline with her this was great, seeing her ultimately making the choice to kick the habit
- I AM SO PROUD OF RAPHAEL FOR NOT GIVING IN EVEN WHEN IZZY BEGGED HIM
- AND FOR GOING TO ALEC TO LET HIM KNOW BLESS
- Magnus and Alec being all couple-y and cute aaaaaaaah~
- Speaking of which, MAGNUS AND HIS ENTIRE WARDROBE ARE FABULOUS AS ALWAYS
- I always praise the hell out of Kat’s acting, and this episode is no exception, but everyone was really really good here??? Special kudos to Dom and Emeraude especially like DAMN
- DICK MOVE COERCING JACE INTO TELLING CLARY THE TRUTH VALENTINE BUT WHY AM I SURPRISED
- WHEN JACE WAS CRYING AND ALEC IMMEDIATELY WENT AND HUGGED HIM OMGGGGG
- Molly is super cute??? I love that her mentioning her girlfriend was just a casual thing, even if I feel like her character is gonna be up to something nefarious
- WHO THE FUCK DOES RUSSELL RANDO THINK HE IS TRYING TO CHALLENGE LUKE LIKE NAH BRUH YOU WOULD HAVE DIED
- Maia seems to be back to herself again, bless :3
- SIMON AND MAIA STILL HAVE THE CUTEST DYNAMIC
- Simon’s phone convo with Maureen though, I detect foreshadowing~
- THAT HANNIBAL LECTER MASK THEY HAD ON VALENTINE WOW
- The effect of Azazel messing with everyone’s heads reminded me of Logan, whenever Charles had a seizure and it affected every mutant in the world
- JACE STARTING TO TAP INTO HIS ANGEL BLOOD POWERS FUCK YEAH
- Clary glaring at Jace when she knows he’s lying to her UGH MARRIED
- THE ENDING HOLY FUCK MAGNUS IS POSSESSED THIS IS GONNA BE FUN. AND BY FUN I MEAN FUCKING PAINFUL.
- Edit: I didn’t even realize this until after I watched the episode, I thought that AZAZEL had possessed Magnus for some reason but I later made the connection that Magnus and Valentine have SWITCHED BODIES???? OH JESUS WHAT THE FUCK SHOW
- Annnnnnnnd I saved the best for last:
- SEBASTIAN
- SEBASTIAN
- MOTHERFUCKING SEBASTIAN!!!!!!
- OH MY HOLY HAND GRENADES I LOVE HIM
- He’s British, wasn’t expecting that XD
- But he’s so adorable and I wonder how many people who haven’t read the books are gonna fall in love with him before THE BIG REVEAL
- HIS LITTLE AWKWARD GRIN???? Like “this is how normal everyday humans Shadowhunters do, right???”
- THERE WERE SO MANY HINTS FOR THE BOOK FANS OMG
- I really hope whatever he gave Izzy isn’t an even stronger drug
- I also really hope they’re not setting up a potential romance between Sebastian and Izzy because NO
- WHEN HE TALKED ABOUT HIS MOM AND YOU JUST KNOW HE’S TALKING ABOUT JOCELYN RIP MY FUCKING HEART OUT WHY DON’T YOU
- SPEAKING OF JOCELYN WHY THE FUCK IS SHE STILL DEAD CHOP CHOP GET ON THAT WRITERS
- And SEBASTIAN HOLDING HIS HAND OVER THE BURNER GOD DAMN
- I love it I love everything about it I’m so glad this show is back
- NEXT EPISODE NOW PLS
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