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#and i’ll die on that hill
tearsofastraeax · 4 months
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simon is the type of guy to come up behind you while you're standing in the kitchen, his hands traveling over your hips right to your ass, his hands grabbing your cheeks and giving them a squeeze
"hmmmm, that ass," he sighs into your neck.
"simon....", you chastise him, clearly busy, your hands full, the water nearly overcooking, and the heat from the stove making you sweat.
you notice him step away a bit, but his hands don't leave your ass, giving it a little jiggle instead.
you hear his breathy laugh behind you, "sorry, babe, but these cheeks were calling to me, they miss me"
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stpansy · 7 days
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☀️🌑 <- p2 interchangeabley. btw
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if taking notes was a bbc sherlock case it would be called the violent violin
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impishcupid · 2 months
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hey we’re gonna get real emotional here but as a kid, what behavior did people exhibit that made you realize that due to your disability (of any kind, mental or physical) people will act nice to you to feel better about themselves?
For example mine was when the book “Wonder” came out and literally every. fucking. adult. That i knew. Would tell me to read it and “oh i think you’ll find solace in it because Auggie also (doesn’t have friends/is different/feels isolated/insert any fucking thing that happens i didn’t finish the book out of spite)” when my disability is Autism. Like basically what did people do or say that made your brain go “oh, oh they want to feel good about themselves for talking to a Disabled Kid”
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I Will - Brandi Carlile
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“Lance, buddy, I love you, but I’ve seen you flirt. You are not exceptional at it. There’s no way you’re making Keith blush on the regular.”
Lance’s jaw drops and he looks at his best friend in obvious betrayal, as Keith sticks his tongue out at him.
“Told ya,” he says smugly. “I am the cool suave one in this relationship.”
“You are not!” Lance argues. “We are equally suave and cool!”
“Lance, the day Keith asked you to date him Shiro made you sit down and drink water because you blushed for so long he was afraid you gave yourself heatstroke,” Hunk says with a raised brow.
“Plus, you were all moon-eyed and swoony before you dated,” Pidge adds, teasing. “In fact, I distinctly remember a time when Keith smiled at you and called you Sharpshooter for the first time and you literally couldn’t speak for three hours.”
Lance pouts, but he can’t really argue that one because it’s true and also everyone knows it. Look, he knows Keith has game, alright? He knows. He’s dating the asshole, obviously he knows how charming he can be.
But! Lance is also charming! Keith is regularly all pink and embarrassed around him, and for the man to pretend he’s not is treachery of the worst kind.
Suddenly Lance sits up, smirking to himself. He knows how he can win this round.
He glances around the room, noting how Keith is talking to Allura and Shiro about a specific sword technique he’s trying to master. Pidge, Hunk, and Coran are idly discussing a new project of theirs to increase the longevity of the teleduv.
Perfect timing.
He turns to Pidge, Hunk, and Coran, quietly getting their attention. “How much do y’all wanna bet I can get Keith to go bright red with three sentences?”
Coran smiles, but says nothing. He doesn’t usually join in on their betting, preferring instead to watch. Hunk and Pidge, however, are interested immediately. They communicate silently for a moment, then turn to Lance, smiles predatory.
“One month of kitchen duty that you can’t. No sexual jokes, that’s too easy. You can’t say more than three sentences. Keith has to blush for everyone to see. Deal?”
Lance smiles smugly. He’s got this in the bag.
“Deal,” he says, reaching over to shake their hands.
He lets them turn back around, pretending to be casual and unbothered so Keith doesn’t suspect anything. Not that he’s paying much attention to them right now, but still.
After a few moments, Lance clears his throat, face innocent of any underlying motives.
“Hey, babe, can I ask you a question?” he calls.
Keith turns to him, smiling immediately at Lance’s voice. Lance won’t lie and say he’s not flattered to see how quickly Keith gives him his full attention.
“Sure thing, Lance. What’s up?”
By now, everyone is looking at them. Lance smiles again, scootching a little closer to Keith on the couch.
“I love you,” he says.
Keith’s smile is radiant, as it always is when Lance says those three words. The sight of it makes Lance’s chest feel squishy.
“That’s not a question, sweetheart,” he responds, eyes twinkling.
Lance has to sit on his hands and bite the inside of his cheek to try and keep his face straight. His excitement is only barely about the bet, now. He can’t wait to see Keith’s face when he shoots off the next line.
“And it never will be,” Lance finishes, shooting his boyfriend a wink.
As expected, Keith’s face flames. His jaw drops, too, as he processes the line. It may be a pickup line, but Lance’s voice is sincere, and anyone with ears can hear it.
“I stand corrected,” says Pidge after a few minutes of stunned silence. “You do have game, Lance. Damn.”
based on this video
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captainlynxx · 8 days
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30 day torchwood challenge- day 16:
Favourite Big Finish Audio:
I’m making a list with absolutely no reasoning and yall just have to deal with it.
>Outbreak
>Broken
>Serenity
>Disco
>Dinner and a Show
>Restricted Item Archives entries 031-049
>Torchwood_Cascade_CDRIP.tor
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silvreflames · 9 months
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anyway yeah i do think n.esta is more powerful than r.hysand
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novelconcepts · 1 year
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Look. I’m sorry to say this. I know it’s been memed to hell and back again. The truth is regrettable.
But “All I Want For Christmas” does genuinely fuck.
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wandering-words · 1 year
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avanine prompt 25 plsss
Thank you for the ask! Still working on these, but keep sending them in if you have any soft prompts you want to see!
Set in a universe in which Ava doesn’t work at Abbott.
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Janine had never been great at time management. Even when she was a student teacher, she was warned by her mentor teacher that her lessons were too perfect, too thought out, and that it didn’t give her the flexibility she needed if she under- or over-estimated the duration of an activity.
Of course, in college she was taught to make lesson plans that were methodical, but it soon became apparent that it wasn’t sustainable.
In her first year at Abbott, Janine found herself walking through her apartment door around 9 or 10 o’clock, exhausted. The bags under her eyes were practically cemented into her skin, and her eyes were often droopy. She was awoken too many times during her lunch period by the bell, and she was spending so much energy planning and grading and doing other tasks that she didn’t even have time for the peppy optimism she usually exhibited.
It had taken a long time for Ava to open up to Janine, to finally ask her out (because Janine was too oblivious to do it herself), ask Janine to be her girlfriend, and now she was worried about Janine’s long hours at the school. She barely saw the shorter woman anymore except early in the morning, and Janine only spoke a shallow “good morning,” pressing a chaste kiss to Ava’s lips before she was heading out the door.
Ava worried that Janine was wearing herself out too much. She knew that Janine had learned to suppress her feelings, that she’d never been nurtured as a kid and tried to only express her emotions in the safe recesses of their apartment when she was alone, but Ava found herself wanting to nurture her girlfriend the way she never had been.
Friday nights were somehow worse. Janine would trudge into their shared apartment, worn out, and she would be so exhausted that she didn’t even make it to the bed, she’d just crash on the couch.
Tonight, Ava was determined to change that.
When Janine opened the door, a loud yawn escaped her mouth. Ava was there to meet the shorter woman, taking the many bags that had started making their way into the crook of Janine’s arm. (No one had told Ava that over time teachers acquired more and more bags to bring to and from school.)
Janine looked up at Ava, her expression tense yet exhausted, her eyes watery. Ava felt herself melt at the sight, and she placed the bags carefully near the doorway before placing a finger under Janine’s chin, raising her head slightly. When Janine’s eyes were locked on hers, Ava took Janine’s hands in her own.
“You’re going to bed properly tonight, Janine. Even if that means I have to help you.”
Janine laughed a hollow laugh before tears started rolling down her cheeks.
“Is this some kind of intervention?” Her words were quiet, nearly choked by the tears running down her cheeks.
Ava had a hard time being soft and vulnerable with Janine, but seeing Janine so small, so defeated, made something twist in her stomach.
“I’m worried about you.”
The words came out thickly, like cough syrup down a sore throat. When Janine squeezed her hands, bowing her head as her sobs grew louder, Ava knew that it was going to take more than just communicating verbally to help her girlfriend.
Ava took Janine’s hand, guiding her up the stairs to their shared bedroom. Janine sat down on the bed, looking small and vulnerable as if she wanted to curl up into herself and disappear. Ava rifled through Janine’s side of their shared dresser to find a pair of sweatpants and a Golden State Warriors t-shirt.
(Janine was a big enough basketball fan that instead of it being weird that Ava’s ex boyfriend was none other than NBA star Andre Iguodala, she was impressed and wanted to keep at least one t-shirt.
Ava letting her keep it had nothing to do with the fact that Janine said it smelled like her.)
Then, as if on autopilot, Ava was undressing Janine carefully. Untying her hair, removing Janine’s sweater, feeling the tensing of Janine’s muscles at the cold as she did so, placing the shirt over Janine’s head, watching as the material practically swallowed her girlfriend.
It was cute.
Before Ava could get lost in the visual image of Janine in her clothes, she was helping Janine out of her skirt, relishing Janine’s fingers on her shoulders as Janine fought to keep her balance.
Ava was about to head into the bathroom to help Janine remove the minimal makeup on her face, but Janine was tugging on her hand, coaxing Ava to sit next to her on the bed. Then Janine’s face was tucked into the space between Ava’s head and shoulder. Ava couldn’t help but shiver when Janine was speaking again, her warm breath tickling Ava’s skin.
“I’m so tired,” Janine whispered.
“I know, baby, but we need to get the makeup off of your face. It’s not good for your complexion.”
She could hear Janine’s soft laughter at that, and Ava couldn’t help the small smile that grew on her face.
Janine’s laughter had to be a sign that Ava’s tender care was working for her.
“Okay.”
Ava grabbed a packet of makeup wipes and sat down on the bed, using one hand to cradle Janine’s chin and the other to wipe the makeup off of Janine’s face. The foundation glided smoothly off of her face and onto the wipe, and a part of Ava wanted to kiss the lip gloss off of Janine’s lips, but Janine was struggling to keep her eyes open, a struggle that Ava could see getting harder and harder with every passing minute, so Ava focused on the task at hand.
Janine without makeup was just as pretty as Janine with it, and Ava found a warmth bloom in her chest and a fond smile rise on her face, wondering how she got so lucky.
Then Janine was crawling into bed and Ava was following, wrapping her arms around Janine’s torso as the shorter woman snuggled into Ava’s chest, her curly hair tickling Ava’s chin as she cradled herself in the warm fortress of Ava’s body.
Ava heard Janine’s breathing even out almost immediately. Before Ava knew it, she was asleep, too, listening to her girlfriend’s steady breathing and vowing to take care of her every single night.
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The most unrealistic thing about bobs burgers is that Jimmy Jr isn’t emo
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writingforfun0714 · 2 years
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Spoilers for Tales of the Jedi!!
*not story related*
I know I said before I disliked the short runtimes of the episodes, but I was correct in that the stories/music were fantastic!
BUUUT!!!
What is with the clone model?!?Rex looks exactly the same in CW. It’s obvious with Obi-wan, Anakin, Ahsoka, and even Mace that their designs have been redone to keep with the slicker, nicer animation (advancing technology). While everyone looks better, Rex still looks exactly the same with the sharp, angular lines.
I’m honestly not surprised that Rex’s design didn’t change, but I must admit that I had hoped, deep down, that they would’ve changed the model (even just a bit like they did with the other characters). Disney does listen to SW fans if we shout loud enough so they technically could’ve changed the clone model to be more like Temuera Morrison (I know Disney would never apologize for the racism, but any change, even a little, is welcome). But again, I’m really not surprised Rex’s model didn’t change. Just disappointed.
Even though the stories and music were amazing, the fact that Rex/the clone model hasn’t changed isn’t just racism, it’s sloppy animation. It hurt as a POC and as an artist to see. Don’t get me wrong, everything else animated looks great. It’s just that Rex/the clone model wasn’t updated, making him appear off and out of place with the rest of the scenes. It also made Rex look older (whether unintentional or not). Like yes, the clones all have accelerated aging (except for Boba/Omega obviously), but everyone else slightly aged with each time skip but Rex looked old from the beginning (S1 version of Anakin/Ahsoka scene). Would’ve loved to see the lines on his face appear rather than just be there like they were for the clone model in CW.
I just…wish Disney would acknowledge the clones being whitewashed. I don’t need an apology. I don’t. It’s been so long. I just want them to change the model. Even a little bit at a time until they look like Temuera Morrison. I’d say that they look more accurate in their older, Rebel’s design than the CW animation style. Rebels isn’t completely accurate, but it’s better than CW’s/BB’s version. Listen, they could’ve changed the clone model for TotJ and if people were ???/didn’t like it, Disney/Filoni could’ve stated Rebels as an inspiration or something. I like Filoni as a storyteller, but the racism whether intentional or not has now started hurting the SW community. I love Dee Bradley Baker. He’s an amazing VA like Tara Strong or Grey DeLisle. But he shouldn’t have been cast as the clones in the first place. It should’ve been Temuera Morrison, Daniel Logan or another New Zealand VA.
It’s interesting that they did that for Bad Batch’s Omega. Her VA is Michelle Ang, a woman from New Zealand in her mid 30’s (who imho does NOT sound like a child at all). Like they knew to get a NZ VA for Omega, but not for the clones? I’ll be honest and say that I don’t know why Baker got the job (I know he and Filoni worked on AtLA together so I wasn’t sure if that had something to do with it). Baker tried but it just didn’t work. That’s why Omega’s accent sounds so different compared to the rest of CF99.
I’m assuming that Filoni is just one of those guys that if gets called a racist, just digs his heels in deeper and denies it, though doesn’t do anything to prove that he isn’t. People care a lot about being called racist, but don’t really do anything about it.
If you wanna learn more about whitewashing in the SW fandom, specifically about the clones, go check out @unwhitewashthebadbatch
There’s amazing info about what is whitewashed specifically, POC in the SW fandom, how to support POC and their organizations, etc. I saw it one day on my feed and am so happy to have found a place to get info.
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local-maenad · 2 years
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As someone with a brown mother I refuse to believe that Maggie is white
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glorifyed · 1 year
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I’m reading The Once and Future Witches by Alix Harrow and I’m nearing the end and I have cried so much. I’m loathe to put it down but I HAVE to get some sleep tonight or I’ll be more of a wreck tomorrow. I honest to god have thought multiple times that I need to be highlighting quotes and passages but I can’t bring myself to do that to my books.
Maybe I need to invest in those sticky tab things.
But anyways. Everyone should read this book.
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queerbauten · 2 years
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People say that Anna von Kleve was the “lucky” one of Henry VIII’s wives, but I feel that does a disservice to the strategizing and effort she had to put in to get what she had.
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benjinoff13 · 2 years
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I lose a year of my life every time someone compares a random wlw ship to clexa for no apparent reason
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