They’re more than fiction. They were there for me even if they weren’t real. They were there when you weren’t. They’re more than you think they are.
I think I have reblogged this 3 times today
where “Supernatural” is an exclusive strip club.
Be ready for the best night of your life, our boys will do everything you want…
[bonus - Crowley is the manager of the club and boys love teasing him]
Beyond Blind Eyes: Chapter 4
Fili’s dark blue eyes were twinkling in the dim light, his curvy lips were pulled into a devout smile as he spoke with that soft tone about Keukenhof and Kili couldn’t do anything but stare and listen to him rapturously, a small smile on his face. He was gorgeous. And so beautiful. Fili didn’t have to do anything other than talk and Kili felt himself melting. This was ridiculous.
Whoops. I decided to put turbo boost on and post the 4th chapter earlier than I imagined.
This is a gorgeous fic. Fili and Kili are NOT brothers. Look at the art!!! Oh yiss!
Now this picture is something else…
amazing, simply amazing
well worth the education to watch this 4 minute video
The wolves eat the deer who are over-grazing, the meadows and valleys regenerate. The trees grow taller bringing the beavers who bring the otters and the fish. The trees house song birds and with the wolves killing coyotes there are more mice and rabbits, so the hawks and eagles return. Because there is less erosion the streams and rivers actually change as the land renews itself…all because they brought back the wolves.
When you see a plea to stop hunting our wolves. Please sign it. The land and all the other animals need them.
ModernAU, Halloween Party, Fili is the Cowardly Lion looking for his courage in a lion onesy, Frerin is the scarecrow and Kili (after losing a bet with some of his friends) is dressed as sexy Dorothy….they’re not related, don’t know each other at all…there’s a rented photo booth and some jealousy between Lion and Scarecrow over who gets Dorothy
Write that story!!!!
And here’s what she sent me!!!
He’d never felt more ridiculous in his life. For what must’ve been the hundredth time he tried to pull down the short, blue and white sequined dress which barely covered his rear but it wouldn’t budge. Plus he was freezing, the poufy, sleeves only covered his shoulders and there were goose bumps all over his arms. His feet, in high-heeled, red, sequined shoes were already killing him and he’d only had them on for ten minutes.
It was definitely the last time Kili would ever bet he could outdrink somebody on the archery team. His friend was a vicious winner even including loser-to-shave-his-legs in the bet. Never again, Kili thought, never again. To make matters worse the party was at the frat-house next to his dorm, or maybe that made it better. He could put in his required two hours at the party then run back to his room, change then come back.
This is priceless! More!! More!!
Fili knows that it’s way past time for him to see a therapist again. It’s all well and good in theory, but what if she thinks that Kili is bad for him? What would he do if everything he’s trying to build is wrong?
Kili used to be a champion BMX racer, but now he rolls on 4 wheels instead of two. He is learning to deal with life in a wheelchair. Fili is an artist who was betrayed by the one he loves. He’s slowly learning to trust again. Fili and Kili are NOT brothers in this modern AU.
My spontaneous ideas to this great AU idea with: Mitchers, Aidean, Fili/Kili and Fili/Kili/Bard (I wanted to write Fili/Kili/Frerin too but currently there are no ideas v.v)
Mitchell curses as soon as he steps through the automatic doors of the hospital and sees the pouring rain. There is no way that he’s going to make it to the bus stop without getting thoroughly drenched; and he doesn’t fancy a long bus ride home in soaking wet clothes.
Maybe he should call Anders, the blond loves to take every opportunity to get a break from work and would pick him up if he would ask him.
Mitchell pulls his phone out and bites on his lip. He doesn’t want to upset Dawn by asking her boss to get him and leaving her alone with all the work that must be done.
His thumb hovers over the display before he mutters a ‘Fuck it’ and dials his boyfriends number. He rather faces Dawn’s disapproving scowl than having to walk through this downpour and getting stiff limbs from the cold.
The sound of a familiar ringtone ringing behind him lets him turn around just when a black umbrella is placed over his head. Mitchell looks surprised at the blond but quickly looks relieved at Anders and returns the god’s smile.
“Need a ride home?”
“Aidan!” Dean calls exasperate, “Come back under the umbrella. You’ll get sick.”
“Just a moment, Dean. I’m sure- ah- that I heard something.” Aidan calls over his shoulder and moves deeper into the wet bushes, not caring that he gets mud on his pants or that he slowly gets drenched by the rain.
“Aidan, I’m sure it was nothing. Maybe it was just a bird or something like that,” Dean tries to coax his lover back under the protecting umbrella but the Irishman just waves him off.
“No, I’m sure- ahh, found you.” Aidan shouts excited and leans down.
Dean looks curiously at the other and steps closer, trying to see what Aidan found that got him this excited.
The bush rustles loudly when Aidan moves back, and the Kiwi has to grab the back of the younger’s jacket when Aidan threats to fall back into the greens, “Careful, Aid!”
“I told you that I heard something, look!” Aidan turns and shows the blond the shivering puppy in his arms, stepping quickly out of the rain and under the red umbrella.
The pup is covered in mud but under all the filth Dean can detect the hint of golden fur and he assumes that it must be a golden retriever puppy.
“He needs warmth,” Dean says concerned and touches softly the ice-cold nose before stroking carefully over the snout and wet ears. “Was he alone?” he asks and looks up.
Aidan nods with an angry look on his face, “Who does this? Abandoning a pup, knowing that it will most likely die out here?” he casts a sad look at the bundle in his arms and covers the pup more with his warm jacket.
“I don’t know,” Dean scowls equally angry at the tiny animal but his expression softens when the pup opens his big dark eyes and whines silently against Aidan’s chest. “Come, we need to get home!” he urges and grabs Aidan’s arm.
Kíli walks slowly down the road, listening to the music coming from his single working ear bud in his left ear. He’s glad that he took his umbrella with him today as it began to rain just before his classes were over.
He kicks a small pebble into a puddle and sweeps the strands that escaped his messy bun behind his ear. Kíli watches the people who didn’t have the foresight of bringing an umbrella with them running past him while humming along to his music.
A sudden shout startles him out of his thoughts and he looks up, barely seeing the man who rushes past him and most likely knocked into the blond man who tries to pick up the contents of his bag.
The blond student, Kíli assumes he is a student as he has seen the blond once or twice on campus, is one of the unlucky people without an umbrella and Kíli walks quickly towards the cursing blond. He moves besides the fair haired man and holds the blue umbrella over both of them, protecting them both from the heavy rain.
Kíli looks down into surprised, aquamarine-blue eyes and crouches down to help pick the pencils and brushes up.
“Thanks!” the blond says with a smile and pushes his wet hair out of his face.
“No problem!… Some people are just rude; he could have apologized at least.” Kíli replies with a smile of his own and gives the other the last brush.
“Thanks again! I’m Fíli by the way, I’m art major, hence the pencils and brushes,” the blond introduces himself with a grin while standing up.
“No way!” Kíli laughs “My name is Kíli.”
“Ow,” Fíli hisses when he gets an elbow in his side and shoves Kíli, he assumes it had to be Kíli’s because the brunet is standing just right, out into the heavy rain.
“Hey!” Kíli squawks and quickly squeezes himself back under the umbrella, pressing himself close against Bard’s chest and Fíli’s side to avoid as best as he can to get wet.
“Stop it. Else we all get drenched and then sick.” Bard hisses at the two and puts his free arm around the grumbling blond, drawing him closer and nudging the squirming brunet with his elbow.
“Just why did you bring only one umbrella, Fee?” Kíli whines against the slightly taller man’s shoulder, “We are three, three, grown men and this tiny thing is not big enough for us.”
Fíli shoots a glare at the youngest, “I’m sorry. We were late and I just forgot to grab the second one. And that was not only my fault,” Fíli says with a pointed at the two brunets.
Bard laughs, and for a second cold water drops down onto the three before the short haired man moves the green umbrella over them again. “But you looked so cute tangled in the sheets, we just had to help you get out of them.” Bard grins and nuzzles into Fíli’s golden hair.
Love them all!
“Say your name like a battle cry. Say your name like a fervent prayer. Say your name like it’s roofing above your head, tried and tested. Say your name like gold plated armour, for it is a beautiful name. When the time comes when you feel your name doesn’t feel like it’s worth its weight in gold, say your name like the weapon that it is. Say it strong, and fight.”
Tom Mison at 2014 TCA.
He was quite good at his profession.
I’m going to call her Lady Peacock.
The picture doesn’t do her justice. The bodice was covered entirely with peacock feathers. She said she made the entire ensemble herself.
I decided today that I don’t really know how to draw people kissing. So when I got home I decided to give it a go, and these two seemed the best choice, especially since I’m working on another oneshot for them that is in need of an illustration. I love these bros!
The accompanying oneshot should be up sometime soon, hopefully!
Nothing like a heated competition of ‘Sticky Balls’ to raise the stakes of a Saturday evening!
Count my balls! Priceless!!!!
It’s finally happened, babies.
I can’t believe it. I’m so happy and excited and scared and this just seems surreal. I’m a published author, and it’s my weird book about queer and trans superheroes in a burning city and this is real, this is really happening, this is the real life, this is not fantasy. (Well, my book sort of is.)
I think it’s especially fitting and amazing that my book comes out (ha) on National Coming Out Day. The entire cast is queer, some are trans, some are ace, and a lot have disabilities and mental or emotional disorders. I think it’s important representation… I just think it’s important.
So. Amazing, lovely people of tumblr. I am asking you to read this book, and spread the word. I don’t ask tumblr for much, I try very hard not to, and when I do it’s important. This is important. Please, give this a try. If you can’t buy it, please signal boost it. I will be so, so grateful, and if you post about it or review it I will try to personally thank every single person who does.
I tried to write a book that would have helped me when I was young and scared and just figuring all of this gender and sexuality and brain stuff out. I needed something like this, something to hang onto like a life preserver that showed me I wasn’t alone and was capable of amazing things. (Parole itself, the burning city? It’s a literal representation of how chronic pain and an anxiety disorder feels. Stuff like that.)
Thank you so much for the attention and love this has already gotten. I want it to spread and help people and just. Do good. Help me do some good. Please. <3
But above all thank you. THANK YOU so much. I am so grateful and would have never, ever gotten to this point without the love and encouragement I got here. Thank you.
We’re all superheroes. All of you living and growing and dealing with a world that does not love or appreciate you, most of all. Keep shining.
- RoAnna Sylver