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Guys, guys, guys!!!!!!!! Guess what??? Bohemian Raphsody comes out today!!!!! Or so I think…

Reblog if you’re going to see it eventually 👑🌈🤴🏻

Back to our selfie-series in the Parisian Louvre Museum. 📷😉 This time even our guide Alexandra couldn’t resist to take a picture with the handsome Apollo. 👸😎🗼 @alexandra.cocea28 #keysforparis #guideinparis #travel #picoftheday #apollo #louvre #museum #sculpture #selfie #girl #girls #brunette #model #art #history #russia #ukraine #france #paris #paris1515 #tour #enjoy #city #walk #eiffeltower (at Musée du Louvre)

Reblog if you’d be okay if your friend came out as transgender

let’s see how many transphobics we can weed out

Omg could you write a fic where Alec talks in his sleep?

By the time he opensthe door to the loft, it’s closer to dawn than dusk, and Magnus hasbeen awake for close to forty-eight hours.

The sheer amount ofwork he has isn’t an unexpected thing; regardless of whether or nothe owns the title of high warlock, there are always people who needhim for him, sothe never-endinglist of jobs on his platecomes as no surprise. Still, the exhaustion in his bones is a lot tohandle, and the feeling isonly exacerbated with the knowledge that he’s been parted fromhome, parted fromAlec for so long, withonly the occasional text between jobs to exchangehellos.

Themoment Magnuspasses into the livingroom, he folds,letting himself feel the achethat comes with magic depletion. It’s a hard feeling to describe inwords; it’s like he’s half of himself, like the core of him ismissing, like he’s hungryfor something that food can’t satisfy. Movingwith an indolence he reserves for theloft, Magnustoes his boots off, kickingthem off to the side while he peels his coat off, then unbuttons hisshirt. He drops everything tothe floor with careless abandon, leaving the most obvious trailbehind him, not that it matters if people were following. Ifthey knew him at all, they’d know there’s only one place he couldpossibly be going.

Thebedroom is hazy withdarkness, but Magnus cuts easily through the black, naturally drawnto the body sprawled in bed. He can’t see Alec, but he can feel thewarmth of him as he slips under the sheets, hearthe sound of his snuffles.His arms reach around Alec’swaist, heart already settling in the joy of proximity that he’sbeen recently deprived of.

“Hello,love,” he murmurs gently, nuzzling into the downy skin at the backof Alec’s neck, pressing his lips to the sharp knobs of Alec’sspine. Sleep is pulling at hiseyelids, but Magnuswants to reacquaint himself with Alec first, to remember the cadenceof his breath, the icy chill of his feet, the jut of his hip.

“Mm,”Alec mumbles, still clearly asleep, though hescoots backwards a little into Magnus’ chest.

“Imissed you,” Magnus says, laying onekiss, then another,on Alec’s shoulder, drawinghis thumb over the ridges of Alec’s ribsbefore he eventually shutshis eyes.

God,he’s tired, and the bed is heavenly. It’sbarely been minutes and he’s already mostly asleepwhen he feels Alec’s chest rumbling under his palm, his headshaking a little and his hairtickling Magnus’ nose.

“Loveyou,” Magnus hears, lowand gravelly from Alec’s lips, and his heart skips a beat.

Magnuslifts his head so that his mouth skims Alec’s ear. “Sweetheart?”he prompts with a whisper. “Are you awake?”

Alecis quiet for a moment, snoring twice more, before he repeats, “Loveyou.”

It’snot like Magnus doesn’t know this. God, he knowsthat Alec loves him with a surefooted devotion that’s unlikeanything Magnus has ever experienced. But he’s so tired tonight,and he’s missed Alec so much, that these words that Magnus hasheard countless times from Alec strike with unprecedented swiftness,especially when murmured inunconsciousness.

“Ilove you too, Alexander,”Magnus says under his breath, pulling Alec closer to him, pressinghis hand firmly against the spot above Alec’s heart.“I love you, I love you –”

“Bacon.”

Magnusphysically recoilslike he’s been shot.What?

“Loveyou… bacon,” Alec slurs.

Magnusis so shocked for a solid minute that he doesn’t even react. It’snot until he feels something bubbling in his chest that he starts toregister – is he annoyed, or is he amused? Magnus knows Alec’s got a thing for breakfast foods, but – is Alec serious? Bacon? Now?

Hecan’t believe it. “You asshole,” Magnus says fondly, without heat. Scrunching his nose, hepokes Alec in the side. Not too hard – but still.

It’sharder to fall asleep the second time around; the occasional burst oflaughter is still trying to make its way out from Magnus’ lungs,and the pressure of keeping quiet prevents his mind from findingrest. God, he can’t believe Alec.

By the time his exhaustion catches up to him and drags him under, Magnus is pretty sure the sun is on the edge of rising over Brooklyn. He too tired to be certain, though; the only thing he knows when he finally falls asleep is that he’s got Alec in his arms, and that he’s going to give Alec so much shit for this.

Later.

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Batman: Urban Legends #5 - “Cheer V” (2021)

written by Chip Zdarsky art by Eddy Barrows, Eber Ferreira, Diogenes Neves, Marcus To, & Adriano Lucas

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daydreaming is often a coping mechanism for people who are often lonely or don’t receive a good amount of love in their life, so they make people inside their heads that will love them so they can feel the right amount of love.

The greatest dynamic duo. [Batman and Robin]