Paul! 🖤🖤🖤

Rules: Go to Pinterest, type “(your name) core aesthetic” & make a moodboard ♡

Thanks @msgwendolenfairfax for tagging me. 🖤 That was fun although I have absolutely no idea where all those pink pastel colours come from. Plus lots of medical related stuff .. weird 😅

@hanhan156 if you want to I'd like to see your board 😊

🖤🖤🖤

Same man. Different years.

for @babypaulchen :)

Look at this awesome work from the wonderful @kitua! Thank you so much for bringing my beloved bard Imessine to life!

And thank you @msgwendolenfairfax for building the world she roams in and being such a patient and creative DM.

In case of feeling sad => look at this 🖤

Soft paulchard 💕

Time for some soft Paulchard, not even needing kissing 😍

Richard laying his head on Paul's shoulder, Paul leaning back so they can have a cheek to cheek

A little bit of touching of the hands, hidden behind their guitars, before leaning in playing brow against brow.

..or when passing eachother on stage..

..eventually working up to Richard actually grabbing Paul's hand in mid air..looking at Paul's smile, he hadn't expected it, but certainly doesn't mind..

..not just that Paul dances up to Richard, but he's careful not to startle him by grabbing immediately (cold hands?), but first touches, letting him know he's there, then unfolding his hand on Richard's tummy..

..the tummy attraction is not a one time thing, Paul casually letting his hand linger..

..it's not a one way street, in return Richard slips his hands around Paul's waist, having a moment between songs on stage.. (the ease with which this happens shows it's not the first time..)

..having fun during an interview, this laugh is not for the camera, this is them being themselves and a camera happens to be on..

..when the music is too loud to talk, holding guitars is limiting their physical possibilities, there are always options.. (still think it's cute Paul put this on his IG story)..

..okay, one little kiss then, but also a comforting hug when one is needed...💕

r+ from twitter

Thank you @msgwendolenfairfax for the tag! 🖤

"Twins" (got a little personal here) 🖤

I tag @hanhan156 if you want to do this.

picrew tag game!

I was tagged by @spreadthecurse to do this cute picrew!

just a cat and an otter living the perfect life together on the outskirts of a forest ✨

I tag @doktortill @chloeamanda @thislovelyoptimist @happygirl327 @helterkelter @naraism @chachamaru-chan @till-hammer @thetimecrystal @nyarisu if they want to do this!

Thank you so much Razzy! This is so beautiful! 💙

↳ NOW ON AO3!

Thank you so much for sending me this beautiful prompt, @dinchenrockt​, I had such a fun time with it!! Also, thank you so much for your continued support, it is very much appreciated!!

So he went to Dwalin–a dwarf whose craft was bloodier than most, but Bilbo wasn’t sure who he could go to with such a request on his hands, and even if those hands of his shook something fierce, he would not be deterred from his course of action. Not this time. Items were fine and dandy, like stitched handkerchiefs and engraved wooden trinkets, but what he was asking for was something he would never lose.

“Dwalin?” Bilbo poked his head into the training arena, watching the burly dwarf smack at a dummy with one of his fists, a new (and better) set of knuckle-dusters coating his hands that were far more intimidating than the last. Bilbo didn’t squirm, even as Dwalin’s gaze settled on him. This was a friend and one that Bilbo felt comfortable with–much like family. “Might I trouble you in…helping me with something?”

“Aye.”

It was a simple and straightforward response, and for a moment Bilbo wished Dwalin had been wordier. “Yes, um, well…I was wondering if you might be able to help me secure…one of those…” Bilbo pointed a jittery hand towards Dwalin’s hands, not thinking to be a bit more specific.

The laugh that escaped Dwalin though was one of those sounds that Bilbo should have been delighted to hear. A belly laugh straight from the gut and echoing within the stone room they were currently conversing in. “A pair of these?” Dwalin held up his fists, clenching them tightly as if he were about to throw out a few jabs.

“What–no! Not those! Goodness knows I don’t plan on throwing hands anytime soon!” Bilbo fussed rather quickly, not even wanting to imagine him attacking anything with his bare hands as the burly dwarf might do.

Paulchard! 🖤🖤🖤

Thanks for the gifs, @mrsfitzgerald!

Rammstein - Making Of Album-Photosession (Official)

Go read the whole verse! I love it so much! 💙

Fugue Master Post

I'm very proud of this story, and it was very hard, so now that it is complete I wanted to do a master post.

Rating: M | Pairing: mshenko | Complete, 149k words

Key tags: Major (canonical) Character Death, Grief (see fic links for additional tags)

A few minutes more and they wouldn’t have even been on the ship. The Mako was scheduled and ready for drop, both of them suited up and ready with the final checklist completed. A few minutes more, and they would have watched the Normandy burn from the surface of Alchera. But they didn’t get those minutes.

Fugue covers Alchera and the two-year gap before Lazarus. It is a story about grief, survival, healing, and hope. It is about dragging yourself out the pit with your bare hands and rebuilding yourself into something new, not because you want to, but because you have to. It's about leaning on the people you love, and finding strength in your weaknesses.

There is also a cadre of queer grandparents, badassery, Cool Science, guest stars you will recognize, some familiar missions bent into new shapes, and a lot of hating on the Hammerhead. Oh, and the Can.

Featuring stunningly gorgeous art by @thepixelagora, @katskip and @eluvisen. (Art below by thepixelagora)

Chapter 1 - Across the Stars

Chapter 2 - Waking Up Slow

Chapter 3 - Burn

Chapter 4 - This Hole You Left

Chapter 5 - Things You Can't Speak About

Chapter 6 - Someone You Loved

Chapter 7 - The Courage of Stars

Chapter 8 - Half of Me

Chapter 9 - The Next Step

Chapter 10 - Another Way Around

Chapter 11 - Hope In These Wires

Chapter 12 - Echoes

Chapter 13 - The Weight of Everything

Chapter 14 - Remember We Flew

Chapter 15 - A Million Stars

Chapter 16 - Play the Cards

Chapter 17 - All the Time

It was a difficult story to write, and is a difficult story to read, but I think it is rewarding. Because in the end, it is truly a story about hope. Thank you to everyone who supported me through it, and if you don't know this story, I hope you'll give it a try if it strikes your interest.