We're finally at the end of the countdown! Thank you all so much for engaging with my posts, this has been so much fun to do and I've loved every minute of it!
I think I've pretty much posted every piece of media I have of TLK (there are a few screenshots but they're probably contained in some of the gorgeous GIFs that are made by you very talented folk) but seeing as Seven Kings comes out TOMORROW, it's probably time to draw this to a close.
For the last day, I had to bring back the iconic scene of Sigtryggr being PEAK husband material 💜. Eys's acting really made this scene, it gave me chills tbh. Also can't forget that this episode was directed by Alexander Dreymon, an absolutely gorgeous directorial debut!
Special mention to Finan being super stressed but what else is new on this show lmaoo.
Chaos Prompts!!!! (I'm gonna send a few so feel free to ignore any that don't vibe!)
It's a trash can, not a trash cannot, for Willex?
This got Bex versed. Which means it got Willexied. Again because of @narcissusbrokenmirror's request for the same: 10."It's a trash can, not a trash can't" for the bex verse.
Thank you both!
“What- Are you three doing?” Alex asks, shoving the groceries onto the counter. He takes in the sight in front of him. There are crafting supplies everywhere. Bex’s hands are covered with glue. It looks like somebody dumped the recycling bin onto the table. There’s a hot glue gun on the other side of Willie and a handful of other tools scattered around that Alex can’t even begin to imagine purposes for.
“Crafting,” Reggie says helpfully.
“Right.”
“Okay, so I was on Pinterest-”
Alex sighs, cutting him off. “Reggie, we’ve talked about this!”
Reggie waves Alex off. “I know, I know! But there were so many cute ideas for things we could make! And it’s reduce, reuse, THEN recycle, right?”
Alex groans as he starts unpacking the groceries. “You know that after they’ve been made into things, they can’t be recycled, right?”
“You know that most things sent to be recycled aren’t, right?” Reggie counters. Bex and Willie eye the pair warily but otherwise keep focused on their task: gluing pieces of cardboard to a painted milk carton.
“What are you even making?”
Bex holds up their creation, “Bird feeder!”
Alex runs a hand through his hair, biting back his frustration. “It’s beautiful, sweetie. Where are you going to put it?” He utters out the last few words through gritted teeth, very intentionally directed at his partners. “We live in an apartment building,” he reminds them with hushed exasperation.
“There are trees in the courtyard, surely someone will let us hang it in one of them,” Willie says without looking up from where they’re trying to secure a stick to the front of the carton.
“Don’t call me Shirley,” Reggie giggles, just under his breath.
Alex glares at him and finishes putting the groceries away. When he’s done, he walks around the island and stands behind Willie, watching them work for a moment. He squeezes Willie’s shoulders.
Willie tips their head back, looking up at Alex. “Welcome home.”
“Thanks,” Alex leans down and gives Willie a kiss.
“Blech,” Reggie and Bex say in tandem, grinning at each other like it’s some inside joke and not a bit they’ve been doing for months.
Alex rolls his eyes. He surveys the empty chairs to confirm one is safe to actually sit in without getting paint or glue or worse on his clothes. He deems the one at the head of the table acceptable and sits down.
“Okay,” Alex sighs. “What else are you making?”
“Well, we have birdfeeders. And toilet paper roll butterflies. Ohhh, and show Daddy the sensory bottles, Bex!” Willie says excitedly.
Bex climbs over the table, causing Alex to hold his breath in a practice of great restraint, and grabs the bottles of shimmery liquid. She crawls them over to Alex, setting them in front of him. She then climbs down into his lap. She reaches for the bottle closest to them and holds it out for Alex.
“Shake it!” Bex tells him.
Alex complies. “Oh, very pretty!”
Bex beams at him and grabs another bottle, shaking it vigorously and watching the glitter swirl around.
“Who knew you could make so many things from garbage?”
“Well, Hotdog,” Willie says, “it’s called a trash can, not a trash can’t.”
“I don’t… I don’t know what that means.”
Reggie laughs from where he’s sitting. “Neither does Willie,” he says at the same time as Willie’s, “Me neither.”
“It’s a meme and you're doing it wrong,” Reggie clarifies. “And also, Pinterest. Pinterest knows you can make so many things from garbage.”
Potatoes I just think that potatoes and the fact that I called the popular guy a bitch and rolled my eyes at him and my school life is probably gonna be ruined or just really fucking wierd and I have a crush on one of his best friends which sucks cause like he's really not my type at all and I'm annoyed about that cause he's really nice and funny and I wanna kill him and if I had to choose a kind of potato it would be french fries
I saw your antimatch/dealbreaker event and thought it looked interesting! I hope you don’t mind me joining.
My dealbreaker is babying guys. Like they don’t know how to take care of themselves. I don’t mind if they’re like sick to take care of them. But like guys who are clueless and expects you to take care of them.
Thank you for your time 🙏.
You fell upon me like a plague
Weakness, sweet weakness
But I digress after all this
You're just like all the rest
ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴅᴇᴀʟʙʀᴇᴀᴋᴇʀ ᴇx ɪs…
ʜᴀɴᴀɢᴀᴋɪ ᴛᴀᴋᴇᴍɪᴄʜɪ
Now, I don't wanna say you got bait and switched with Takemichi but...that's entirely accurate. Though motivated and capable on the surface, Takemichi is woefully ill-equipped for life as an adult and expected you to fill in those gaps... which is honestly just embarrassing for him. But hey - I don't blame you for falling for it! All those gang motherfuckers act like the dude is some prophet with all the answers. If you're feeling a little petty, might I suggest throwing some plastic confetti in that laundry he left at your place? He'll remember you for months, heh.
I just wanna say bc I KNOW you're somewhere on tumblr, to the teenage girl who attended Take Your Kid To Work Day at an office building in Ontario, Canada circa 2013 and had a conversation with a middle aged woman in which you showed her your Black Veil Brides fanart and fanfics and ship content and told her about different fanfic tropes including a/b/o verse bc she happened to know who Panic! at The Disco and Fallout Boy were and thus you felt the need to show her your bandblr ship art, that was my fucking mother and I had to clarify all that to her including looking my mother in the eye and trying to explain a/b/o verse without sounding like a lunatic.
It's been 10 years and I still regularly sent evil energies in your direction. Since you'd be probably two years younger than me and thus legally an adult now, please know if this post reaches you it's on sight.
Art raffle prize for @milfycas for donating to the fundraiser to demine Ukraine 💙 Thank you so much @sailorsallyart and @lamiasage for organising this raffle 💕