A Truly Pretty Boy

oh my goodness you have to read it

did cinderella ever talk to her man about his faceblindness

wish it would’ve gone like this instead tbh

Yknow, it's mighty convenient that the Round Table already had the precise number of chairs they needed in "The Coming of Arthur".

Like, imagine if they show up at the Castle of Ancient Kings and Arthur's prepared his fancy pre-battle speech about equality, but there's only 8 chairs and 9 people. What are you gonna do, make Percival stand? Tell Leon to squat down so it looks like he's sitting in a chair? Let Merlin sit on the the table? Have Lancelot sit in Elyan's lap? Watch Gwaine dangle from the chandelier? Ask Gwen to sit on the floor? Play musical chairs and the one who loses doesn't get to be knighted?

Just wanted to say I chuckle (in a good way ofc) whenever I see your url in my notifications. Idk how to explain it but something about it just brightens up my day.

i’m so glad it makes your day 😭 tbh i wanted the left cheek but that was already taken soooo

it’s all i want at this point

what if we all fell in love with each other while looking for a dead welsh guy?? jk,,,, unless??

YYEEESSSSS FUCK YESS

@enstatia thanks for this magnificent fan art ✨💚

i’m gonna cry they’re so cute

avocados

oh,,, I do have a heart???this is so sweet what the heck

peter buys three sets of flowers on may 10th

first, he stops by the flower shop and gets a bouquet of lilies and roses. it’s early enough that there are still red roses left (thank god) and the shop owner takes his money with a smile.

“for your mom?” he asks, and peter nods.

he is happy, but a quiet happy. he smiles, thanks the man, and heads off.

he spends an hour at the cemetery hidden in the middle of queens.

the city is loud, but the cemetery has a sorta sanctuary feel to it, quiet and calm.

peter talks softly to a grave stone for a while. he addresses the two next to it for a little bit, but mostly talks to the one. he leaves the flowers in a vase, taking the dead ones that were there before.

he walks back into the flower shop only an hour and a half after the first time, and this time the shop owner is busy and doesn’t really acknowledge him, as he buys a bouquet of “alstroemerias and whatever would look good with them”.

the shop owner only realizes who it is and looks up to see peter get into a sleek black car, holding the flowers and grinning.

peter heads straight for peppers office when he gets to the tower, but with each step he looks more and more nervous.

her assistant, a nice lady named brenda who has her own little bouquet of flowers on her desk and looks a little too joyous for someone working on a sunday, alerts pepper that peter is there, and pepper ushers him into her office.

“what’s up, kid? can i help you with something?”

she sits behind her desk, and peter sits in one of the guest chairs. he is gripping the bouquet nervously, eyeing the bouquet already on her desk.

“i, uh...”

pepper waits with a smile as he finds his words.

“i got these for you.”

he holds them out, harshly, as if scared.

pepper hides her surprise, and thanks him quickly, taking them with a grin.

“they are beautiful.”

“just...”

peter looks at his lap.

“i know i’m not, like, your kid or anything. but tony, he, uh, he calls me his kid, and you’ve done so much for me, and i thought, i dunno i thought you would like them. just, as a thank you. for everything.”

pepper beams, and sniffs one

“they are gorgeous, peter. thank you so much.”

he stands to leave, and as he does pepper calls him back

“i consider you my kid, as well, peter.”

it’s peter’s turn to beam.

“tell your aunt i will be calling her soon about getting lunch in a couple days, yeah?”

peter nodded and fled the office, with a grin to brenda.

the same black car dropped him off in front of the store again once it was getting darker.

the shop owner could only hear “it’s fine, happy. no, don’t wait, my apartment is like two blocks. go home. see you tomorrow” before the car drove away and the kid came in.

“third time today, kid? how many mothers do you have?”

peter just smiled.

“do you have any orchids?”

the shop owner wraps the best ones he can find in the store, and shakes his head when peter tries to hand him the money.

when may would arrive home to their apartment an hour later, yawning from her work shift, she would walk in to see the sight of peter cooking while watching some crime television show, orchids on the counter in a vase.

she kisses his forehead once she sheds her coat, and peter quickly hugs her, tight.

“happy mother’s day, may.”

just look at them

I was explaining the batfam to my brother

(Mostly cannon, some fannon)

Update:

tim was actually the yj S2/3 robin

Barbara may or may not be older its kinda.. dubious

Arab not Arabic 🙃

cmon you little gaaayyyssss,, i’m lonely and adventurous

me, dressed as richard campbell gansey the third, elegantly striding around my conservative neighborhood, trying to encourage the gays to emerge so I can lead them on an adventure to raise a dead welsh king and slowly become more and more magically unhinged while we leave our abuse families and road trip at 2am when we have insomnia and god we can’t stop staring at each other’s lips,

i’ve fallen back into the bbc merlin whole

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