do you ever get into one of those moods where your heart aches and longs for something so deeply but you dont know what and your heart is like a stubborn toddler screaming i want it !!!! please give it to me !!!! And you’re desperately like i don’t know what kind of emotionally fulfilling experience to give you at 3 PM on a Wednesday !!!!!!!!!
andy’s mom doing his soldiers dirty after he leaves for college
This is so fucking funny like you see this cool, tacky golden weave bowl & look closer to see that it’s a mass of writhing bodies of fallen soilders twisted into another in agony like something out of full metal alchemist
This is like…. some kinda exaggerated metaphor about the middle class profiting from while simultaneously covering up the sacrifice of poor people to the military industrial complex, Esp since the fruit bowl is ye olde symbolism for extramagance and gluttony.
All it needs is an acousitc minor key version of “Fortunate Son” playing as the music
looking for a nice tasteful centerpiece? why not try the tormented souls of the damned
Taako is warm. The bed is warm, the knit blanket from Istus is warm, the cats are warm. It’s blissfully cozy, and with a still half-asleep sigh, Taako rolls over to find his husband.
The sheets are cold. And Kravitz is gone. In a moment, Taako’s eyes are wide open, all traces of softness that crept in with sleep gone from his face, and he sits bolt upright, shedding cats and blankets alike. Kravitz is gone?
It’s then that he becomes conscious of a periodic scraping sound, from outside the house. Delicate brows furrowing in bewilderment, Taako quickly shoves his feet into slippers and drapes the oversized and impossibly soft gift from Istus over himself like a cloak, the only skin exposed his face and the hand holding the blanket closed to preserve a cocoon of warmth.
Taako thumps down the stairs gracelessly, cats following in his currently less than regal wake. But listen, looking good is for a reasonable, non-morning hour and making your husband fall in love with you again for the nineteenth time that day. And the noise isn’t a problem; Angus is probably up already reading, the nerd. Probably reading one of Taako’s old IPRE books. Again, listen, takes a nerd to know a nerd.
Taako makes his way to the front door and opens it, drawing backward from the frigid blast of air billowing inward in greeting, the telltale crisp smell of winter sharp in his nose. It snowed last night.
And there is the source of the noise, answering two questions Taako had and a third he had not asked. Kravitz and Angus, bundled up so snugly that Taako is surprised the kid can move his arms, have been shoveling along their walkway to the street. And they’re practically done already.. While Taako might raise an eyebrow at the needless labor (you’re both magic boys, aren’t you?), they seem to have already constructed their own reward, a methodically built snow fort.
“You have magic! I did not teach you Mage Hand for you to pick up a shovel with your own, Agnes!” Taako calls down, and Angus looks up, cheeks red from cold and effort and eyes practically glowing with childlike wonder or some shit.
“Sir, we made a fort!”
“I can see that.” Taako turns, shutting the door behind him. Might as well get the hot chocolate going; they’ll be in soon enough.
Sure enough as Taako is melting chocolate down, standing comfortably in his pajamas in his kitchen with the blanket from Istus thrown over a chair, he hears the front door smoothly swing open and closed, the kitchen luckily too far for the admitted cold air to reach him, and then the sound of various layers and snow boots being shucked in the front hall. Footsteps follow.
“Angus is still outside, stockpiling snowballs for when Magnus comes by,” Kravitz says, and that’s all the warning Taako gets before two ice cold arms encircle him from behind and an ice cold face buries itself in his neck. Taako yelps.
“Krav, what the fuck?” Taako attempts to wiggle away, but the only thing that gets him is his cheek in contact with the snowflakes that still dot Kravitz’s hair and which immediately melt on Taako’s face.
“Mm, warm,” Kravitz responds, seemingly perfectly content now. Despite his husband’s attempts to escape.
“Yeah, no shit, ‘cause you’re a fuckin’ ice cube. Why do you like this frozen hellscape anyway?”
“Cold, quiet. Peaceful.” Kravitz lets out a soft, content-sounding sigh, which would be adorable, if his breath didn’t immediately raise goosebumps where it hits Taako’s skin. Well, it’s still adorable. Just icy.
“Up until your husband tries to freeze you to death.”
“I would never.”
“You definitely tried. But with crystal.” Taako points out, stirring vanilla into the hot chocolate now.
“That was years ago!”
“And Merle still holds it against Magnus.” Taako feels Kravitz’s grin against his skin and grins himself.
“Mm. It’s… the world is resting, waiting for a new day. Kinda, uh, kinda like me, like I was. And then I met three idiots who died too many times in a half-assed nerd necromancer’s lab. And I gave them a chance to stay alive. And you gave me a chance at the same thing. Even if, even if we had no idea what we were doing at the time.” Kravitz shrugs.
“Oh, uh… by the way… happy almost anniversary, babe.” Taako says casually, schooling his face into neutrality but feeling his ears give him away as they quiver in restrained mirth.
“Huh, oh, uh, yeah, Candlenights is coming up fast, and- Taako. Did. Did you just. Did you just imply that Candlenights is our anniversary?” Kravitz sounds incredibly offended at the intimation, and Taako bursts into peels of laughter.
“Listen. That is when we met. And you agreed before you thought about it.”
“Babe, as you said moments ago, I tried to kill you then.”
“And I tentacled your dick. All’s fair in love and war and all that. That’s a Taako Original right there. Trademark trademark trademark.” With Kravitz’s arms more loosely wrapped around him (and rather warmer) now, Taako is able to turn to peck his husband on the cheek. “Guess, uh, guess we both really did end up with a second chance outta that, huh, Krav?” Taako says, more thoughtfully, the question half to himself as he moves the hot chocolate off the heat, waving the burner off with a cantrip.
“Yes. Yes, we did. And I intend to take advantage of every opportunity that presents itself, from snow days with Angus to the plane’s craziest dinner with the wildest family of any plane. And even absurd ones like first dates at the Chug and Squeeze.” Kravitz teases gently with an even gentler smile.
“Well, your proposal turned into fighting necromancers.” Taako retorts, sticking his tongue out before turning and wrapping his own arms fully around his husband, pressing his forehead against Kravitz’s.
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