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thissying · 11 months
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Max & GP and the team pre-race, GP Monaco, 2023
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torterragarden · 1 month
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If my own art skills don't got me I know figure studio got me. I love Katavira
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cuubism · 17 days
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some canon-verse trans Hob for the lovely @five-and-dimes who recently got top surgery! 🥳🥰 congratulations, I'm truly so happy for you, my friend. please accept this humble offering
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“So, it actually started on a dare,” Hob says, on the day he tells Dream the story of him. Or of this part of him, anyway.
Normally, Hob gets a bit guarded the first time he tells someone he’s trans. It’s hard to predict with absolute certainty how people will react, especially ones he’s just become romantically involved with. He’s had it go poorly, to say the least, in the past.
He doesn’t feel that way with Dream. It’s not because there’s so much trust between them—they’re still new, after all. No, it’s something about Dream himself. For all his prickly and standoffish nature, being close to him feels like sinking into a warm lake, into a dark sleep where secrets and hidden wishes float up like glowing reeds to the surface. Deep, personal feelings feel safe with Dream; he cradles them in his hands and soothes them. Or that’s how it feels, when Hob is touching him.
Personification of dreams, indeed.
“A dare?” Dream echoes.
“Sort of," Hob says. "Got frustrated with people saying women should or shouldn’t do this or that or the other thing, so I decided if they felt so strongly about it I’d just be a man. Moved somewhere no one knew me, dressed differently, got stronger, practiced the sword—and that was that. No one seemed to care much, once you were at war. So long as you could swing a sword and not get yourself killed.”
“A choice, then,” Dream says. He’s listening very intently, hands folded on his knees, untouched tea on the coffee table before him.
“At first. Was only after I’d been living that way for a few decades—before and after we met—that I realized while there might be a handful of women out there living as men for the freedom of it, that they didn’t all like it. Given the choice they’d rather just be women in a more equal world. You know?”
Dream hums in understanding.
“But I didn’t want to go back,” Hob continues. “I felt like... who I'd become was the truth of me all along.”
“Identity, while not wholly immutable, is resilient against adversity and circumstance,” says Dream. “You found what your heart wanted you to be, if in a circuitous manner.”
“You seem very unbothered by it,” Hob observes, sipping his tea.
Dream frowns. “Why would I be bothered by it?”
“Dunno.” Apparently he can’t fully shake that this’ll put a wedge in us feeling. “People sometimes are. Feel deceived, or something like that. So they say.”
“If they are deceived, it is by their own assumptions,” Dream says, with disdain. “You should be as you dream yourself, Hob. No more nor less. Put aside these petty physical trappings.”
“I do actually have to live in these ‘physical trappings’ even if you don’t, you silly thing.” He can’t help laughing. “Besides, I rather like being some kind of living creature in the world, rather than what? A ghost? Best I can do is make this body as close to how it should be as possible.”
Hob’s come to like his body, for the most part, in the form that he’s made it. He didn’t always. But he needs a body of some kind to be alive, and he likes being alive. So what he couldn’t change, he made peace with.
Besides, they have hormone treatments nowadays. Brilliant stuff. Makes it so much better.
“Anyway, now you know. I wanted you to. Since we’re together.” It’s still a marvel. Together.
“Thank you,” says Dream, with evident sincerity. “It is a privilege to be gifted your secrets.”
“Not really a secret, but I get what you mean.” He takes Dream’s hand, just to touch him, and admits, “Telling it to you is like… I don’t know. Feels like when I was younger and first admitted out loud, ‘I’m a man. I want to stay like this.’”
It hasn’t been a proper secret in a very long time. But giving it to Dream is like the freedom of releasing a held breath, even so.
“I am the harbor and cradle of dreams,” Dream says in reply. He traces his fingers over Hob’s. Does Dream’s strange form just spring from the ether? Hob wonders. Or does he have to choose it? The way Hob chose his? “Dreams of being and becoming… these are most precious for they grow from tough soil. I can only protect them, I cannot create them. You must do that. And I expect that were I to find you in the Dreaming, there would be a fantastic garden there, indeed.”
Dream himself is the most fantastical thing. “Well, darling, just know your work is appreciated.”
Dream’s lips tip up in a tiny smile. When he meets Hob’s gaze again, his eyes have gone dark and starry. He folds Hob into a hug, and—
oh, it’s like being hugged by the universe itself.
Hob feels the light breeze of a warm dark night, when he’d lain by the dying fire in a war camp in the French countryside, and looked up at a million stars and first whispered to himself what if this is really who I am? Dream is that breeze and those stars. The dying embers that had lit him as he’d run his hands over his body and felt it differently than he ever had before, and been terrified because what would it mean?—but also thrilled and alive. Dream is the night wrapping around him in that moment, the night that was listening to his dreams no matter how quietly he admitted them, Dream is that and more and the voice in his heart telling him it would be okay.
A younger, more uncertain Hob would have needed this. Hob now is older, and he already knows who he is and what he wants, but he falls into Dream’s embrace all the same. A tear slips from his eye, and Dream kisses his cheek, wiping the tear away with his tongue before leaning their heads together.
“I could craft you any body you wanted in the Dreaming,” he says lowly. “However I think the one you have made with your own hands is more remarkable.”
Oh, God, he’s going to tear up again. “Dream, you are the most beautiful, wonderful thing.”
Dream hums in pleasure at the words, and lets Hob hold him close, lets him cradle his head to his chest, a dream kept close to his heart. One that he knew as soon as he saw it walk into the White Horse. Sooner even than he truly knew himself.
Then Dream looks up at him with a hopeful expression. “With these truths revealed, are we able to be intimate?”
Hob laughs so hard he has to tip his head back against the couch. “Wow. One track mind with you, isn’t it? I spill my heart and that’s what I get?”
Dream grumbles, tucking his face in against Hob’s neck to press his lips to Hob’s throat. “I find myself impatient of late.”
“Knew all along you were only with me for my body.” He’s grinning, though. Can’t stop.
“Well. Considering it is such a lovely one.” He plucks at Hob’s shirt buttons. Lecherous little nightmare.
It feels fucking good, though, to be desired.
“C’mere, then,” he says, and drags Dream into his lap.
Dream settles there with a purr, starts playing with Hob’s hair, but says, “I would not truly derail this moment, nor distract from your feelings if you do not wish it.”
“Oh, I wish it. You’ve no idea how much I want you right now. You’re like a prize.” He cradles Dream’s beloved face between his hands. “Stick around for long enough and you’ll get the most incredible Dream at the end of it.”
“Or at the beginning,” Dream says, and Hob’s heart swells so much to hear him voice that that he has to kiss him.
When he does, Dream makes a low, pleased sound, settling deeper in his lap. Yes, this moment, this life, is certainly the prize for all of those years hanging onto those dreams:
the dream of his lover
and the one of himself.
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seventh-fantasy · 4 months
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公主,将来的事,此刻谁又说得准呢?
FANG DUOBING and PRINCESS ZHAOLING | 莲花楼 Mysterious Lotus Casebook
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gunsatthaphan · 8 months
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#powersquad.
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thatswhatsushesaid · 1 year
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shitpost dispatches from the sangyao dungeons - [???/π] incorrect but plausibly canon quotes edition
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qweenofghosts · 6 months
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Not to draw more nonsense parallels between Good Omens and Our Flag Means Death but,,,,,
Taika Waititi's daughters:
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David Tennant's son and father-in-law:
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I just think it's so cute when the actor's irl family is involved ok??
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catboyolli · 1 year
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clingy boys 🥺🥺
hi dear anon! 💖 i'm gonna take a wild guess and assume that this ask is about this recent aleksi and olli reblog (original post here!!! go reblog it from OP), to what i have to say: yes so clingy 🥺😭🤲💘💗💖💕💞💘💖
both aleksi and olli are cuddly and clingy with the other boys too, so it's only natural that together they become clingycuddly²
please accept a gif from this ESC interview with a very extra cuddly olli as a gift, i couldn't find it anywhere on tumblr so here you go!
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(no, this is not the same as The Moment from the (other) drunk interview, this is another "mmm... must cuddle" moment)
if anyone has giffed this one before, please let me know and send me the link so i can replace it and give proper credit! 💖
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starburstfloat · 2 months
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thinking about soogyu.........how soobin is so quiet and gentle yet can rile up the whole group.....and how beomgyu is so loud and vexing but can calm everyone down........ that balance, the dichotomy...yeah
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shelli-gator · 11 months
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James missed (his Driver) very much. But he missed Edward more.❤️💙
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acr3ss-the-cosmos · 3 days
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Yukong and Welt really be tickling my brain lately
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captainseashell · 10 months
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tw!tter d ying time to post best of screenshots featuring Vampcaviar propaganda I uploaded on there asdfghjkl /hj /lh
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thevamplelio · 11 months
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🌵🌵🌵
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Oh, that’s easy: @sangcreole, @symphonyofmalice, @honorhearted and @queencharlottestory @socialseasons and @gentlejack. 💙🥺🫡🥰
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theflyingfeeling · 1 year
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You got me interested in Olli/Allu too! I read fics about them before(I read everything 😅) but following you has made it one of my favourite ships they're so soft and cute 🥺
I'm so happy to hear this 🥺💕 It's one of my first ships in the fandom, and I've never really understood why it's not more popular 🤧 I'm always happy to be screaming about these cuties, in case anyone feels the need to do so as well 🥰
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quill-pen · 1 year
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Just got hit with the scene of Ebenezer finding out about Bess' traumatic past with her saying to him how she's "worthless" and "there is nothing worthwhile or good in me anymore that any decent man would want", and Ebenezer, still only as just her best friend, elaborating on how none of that is true because "you're intelligent and witty and kind and loving and radiant and brave and strong--so, so brave and strong to have dealt with all the hardships you've been given" and... I might just cry myself to sleep now.
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furby-organist · 2 years
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> Don't mind him at 2AM going 🥺 at the noises seals make... wtf that's so cute and the reverb is so neat.
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