Carrotsarelies - I Make Up Lies When My Friends Ask To Meet Up

another gem from the fivan server

Fedyor is the proud founder and president of the Ivan Fanclub. His infamous recruiting methods have ensured a large amount of new members in the past years. Every young grisha knows you don’t mess with an angry Fedyor.

Kit is a Conan Gray stan

kit herondale not being able to get over a guy he never even dated in the first place is so queer culture

reblog if ur bi, ur not biphobic, or ur best friend is a beautiful valid bisexual

reblog Mulder’s drawing of bigfoot titties or be cursed for 12 years and 12 nights

hey do you have a tumblr

no sorry

My dog does this sort of half bark thing that sounds a bit like ‘bruh’ so my mum started calling him Hercules Mulligan

2020 has been like:

January

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Augsepoctob…Halloween

Destiel

December

Heyyy, any aroallo people want to message me and be friends?

kiss him goodbye

pairing: fedyor/ivan word count: 500+ a/n: hi, i’m back, this time with a little drabble about fedyor and ivan saying goodbye right before fedyor goes to find nina and ivan goes with the darkling to find alina. also known as ‘foreshadowing: the drabble’ hope you enjoy!

Fedyor leaves the Darkling’s office with an uneasy feeling in his stomach. Sure, they have been split up before, gone on separate missions countless times, but this feels different. There’s a Sun Summoner now, which makes the stakes feel like a billion times higher than they used to be. There’s always been danger, but this time it feels almost tangible.

He follows the faint sound of Ivan’s heartbeat straight to the garden, where he finds Ivan staring out into the forest surrounding the Little Palace.

“What did he say?” Ivan asks, when Fedyor is withing speaking distance. His back is still toward Fedyor, and he can see the tension in Ivan’s shoulder. His hands are clasped behind his back, his knuckles unnaturally white. He’s clearly very tense, and Fedyor is pretty sure what he has to say isn’t going to make it any better.

“I’m going to the west coast, and then north. Arkesk, if we can make it,” he says, as he comes to a halt next to Ivan. And then, even though he’s pretty sure the other man already knows, “He wants you to stay here. Special mission.”

Ivan hums. “We’re tracking the Sun Summoner. Darkling thinks she’s headed north, for some reason.” He pauses for a second, and then. “You’ll have to travel through the fold.” He doesn’t sound worried, but Fedyor can hear the uptick in his heart, can see the worry lines in the corners of his eyes.

“I’ll be fine,” Fedyor says, trying to sound assuring, trying to hide the fact he himself is still absolutely terrified of the fold. “It won’t be my first crossing.”

“The fold doesn’t become safer the more you pass through it,” Ivan says, tension in his voice. “I can’t help thinking about what would happen if-“

“Hey,” Fedyor says, interrupting him. He turns towards his husband, placing a hand on his cheek. “I’ll be fine. If anything, I’m comforted by the fact you don’t have to travel through the fold. You’ve always had a penchant for trouble, after all. The less time you spend in that damned place, the better.” Ivan frowns at him, and Fedyor can’t help but run his thumb over the creases by his eyes. “I’ll be back before you know it. I promise.”

“Still don’t like it,” Ivan grumbles, but the tension is his shoulders seems to have eased a little bit.

“Well, maybe try focusing on things you do like,” Fedyor says, eyes sparkling. “Like me.”

Ivan sends him a deadpan look, but leans closer anyway. “You are ridiculous.”

“And?” Fedyor asks, running his thumb over Ivan’s cheek.

Ivan grumbles a little and then says, “And I love you very much.”

Fedyor grins, delighted. “I love you too,” he says, and then leans in to kiss his husband.

As far as goodbye kisses go, it’s pretty spectacular. When Fedyor does finally pull away, Ivan’s heartrate is way up and there’s  a flush on his cheeks. “I’m going to miss you,” Fedyor says, earnestly.

Ivan nods, but that’s all Fedyor needs to know he’s going to miss him, too. “Stay safe.”

“Always,” he says, pressing one last kiss to Ivan’s lips.

He’s already halfway to the fold when he realizes he never told Ivan to stay safe back. Usually he always does, but it must’ve slipped his mind this time. He shrugs it off. Ivan’s only going on a trip north to retrieve the Sun Summoner. Really, what’s the worst that could happen?

apparently my boss who is a professor at my school doesn’t have a cell phone and his coworkers were upset by this so they bought him a childs toy phone and labeled it “David’s jitterbug” (for those of you that don’t know jitterbugs are phones made for old people that have like massive buttons and shit) so the other day I walked into his office to ask him a question and he pressed a button on it which made it start loudly playing the ABCs and he said “excuse me I have to take this” and then started singing along to the ABCs while shooing me out of his office