If I see one person saying shit like "Babe deserved it, he was always harsh with charlie” (no he wasn't, the only times he was harsh were the times he was manipulated by way's bitchass self and thought Charlie was going to betray him, makes sense he has spent majority of his life being betrayed, but Charlie never did and never will, every lie he says is FOR BABE, he unnecessary never lies, and everytime babe thought charlie lied against him, he got the reassurance that Charlie would never and with time Charlie has build this trust, he never gave up even when babe misunderstood 'cause he knows how much babe went through so he makes sure babe knows that his lie was to save him, it's always to save him and that relaxes babe, Charlie could become so much more than just a lover to babe because he took his time to build that safe space and trust between them even if the situation didn't let them) I would start swinging.
46 notes
·
View notes
I Think I Love You Too
A one-shot about ineffable bureaucracy because I wanna write
Beelzebub stared at the empty seat in front of them, the music in the background flooding their senses as the people around them scurried around drinking, talking, and doing whatever else their little human hearts desired.
Beelzebub was waiting on Gabriel. It felt like an eternity. Was he ever going to get there? Beelzebub couldn't explain why the (very plain) archangel drew them in so much. Sometimes, they hated it and wished the feeling would go away, but then they'd see him and that feeling of hatred went away. Instead, it was replaced with a feeling of warmth and happiness, and they figured that caring so much about him couldn't be all bad if it made them feel this way. So, they waited and drummed their fingers against the table, waiting for the archangel.
Out of nowhere, he seemed to appear right in front of them, a smile spreading across his face. "Hello, Beelzebub." He sat down and stared at them, practically mesmerized by their appearance. He could've stared at them for hours and still wouldn't be able to bring himself to look away. "You said you needed to talk to me about something?"
Beelzebub gave him a small smile and nodded. "Yes. It seems that..." They faltered. Could they really be sure that what they felt was love? Could they really be sure that they fell for the archangel Gabriel? What if it was just a small thing that would pass?
Gabriel stared at them expectantly. "It seems that what?" He raised an eyebrow, urging them to continue. He wasn't sure what they were going to say, but, whatever it was, he would hang on their every word. Even the loudest music wouldn't be able to drown out Beelzebub to him. He loved listening to their voice, much more than human's music.
Beelzebub chuckled at his expression. They found his clueless yet meaningful reactions funny and sometimes cute too. And then they found themself wondering, 'how could I question if I love this dolt?' and they smiled again. "It seems that I may love you, Gabriel," They said with a soft smirk.
Gabriel stared and both his eyebrows shot up. "Me?"
"Yes, you, you bloody idiot," Beelzebub told him, shaking their head affectionately.
"I see...Well, I think I love you too." Gabriel smiled and regained his composure. He didn't think he loved Beelzebub. He knew he did. He knew that he would do almost anything for them. He knew that he wanted to be around them as much as possible. He knew that they made him feel loved and wanted. He knew that he loved the thought that he made them feel the same.
So, they gazed at each other, nothing but love in their eyes. Beelzebub still wondered how this idiot could've managed to make them fall for him, but they were happy. For once in their eternal life, they were happy all because of some silly angel. And they were okay with that.
59 notes
·
View notes
snf are like boy best friends if boys were grown millionaire men and best friends were people who chased each other around with very sharp knives every time they get slightly angry at each other
23 notes
·
View notes
garm and deneve posing for a formal couples picture :3c
deneve definitely chastises him later for not smiling and garm swears up and down that he thought he was
8 notes
·
View notes
One of the things Ursa absolutely adores about her girlfriend is her skill in giving messages.
When Ty Lee would try to show Azula and Mai how to chi block she would show them the pressure points on the body. Where energy tended to build up and how best to relieve that pressure. Which in chi blocking could be an effective combat maneuver. But it could also be done gently as a message.
Ursa had no idea that all the times she walked on Azula practicing with her friends that one day she would enjoy the fruits of that labor.
Azula conversely loves how Ursa knows just how to pamper her. Be it knowing what foods she loves and what food she only pretends to like. That at a romantic dinner Azula can expect to find her plate laden with the sweet fruits and honey glazed meets rather then the overly spiced fairs common in the fire nation.
2 notes
·
View notes
probably time for this story i guess but when i was a kid there was a summer that my brother was really into making smoothies and milkshakes. part of this was that we didn't have AC and couldn't afford to run fans all day so it was kind of important to get good at making Cool Down Concoctions.
we also had a patch of mint, and he had two impressionable little sisters who had the attitude of "fuck it, might as well."
at one point, for fun, this 16 year old boy with a dream in his eye and scientific fervor in heart just wanted to see how far one could push the idea of "vanilla mint smoothie". how much vanilla extract and how much mint can go into a blender before it truly is inedible.
the answer is 3 cups of vanilla extract, 1/2 cup milk alternative, and about 50 sprigs (not leaves, whole spring) of mint. add ice and the courage of a child. idk, it was summer and we were bored.
the word i would use to describe the feeling of drinking it would maybe be "violent" or perhaps, like. "triangular." my nose felt pristine. inhaling following the first sip was like trying to sculpt a new face. i was ensconced in a mesh of horror. it was something beyond taste. for years after, i assumed those commercials that said "this is how it feels to chew five gum" were referencing the exact experience of this singular viscous smoothie.
what's worse is that we knew our mother would hate that we wasted so much vanilla extract. so we had to make it worth it. we had to actually finish the drink. it wasn't "wasting" it if we actually drank it, right? we huddled around outside in the blistering sun, gagging and passing around a single green potion, shivering with disgust. each sip was transcendent, but in a sort of non-euclidean way. i think this is where i lost my binary gender. it eroded certain parts of me in an acidic gut ecology collapse.
here's the thing about love and trust: the next day my brother made a different shake, and i drank it without complaint. it's been like 15 years. he's now a genuinely skilled cook. sometimes one of the three of us will fuck up in the kitchen or find something horrible or make a terrible smoothie mistake and then we pass it to each other, single potion bottle, and we say try it it's delicious. it always smells disgusting. and then, cerimonious, we drink it together. because that's what family does.
52K notes
·
View notes
BEFORE I LOG OFF, I JUST WANT Y'ALL TO REMEMBER CHARLIE SWEARED ON HIS LIFE MULTIPLE TIMES THAT BABE CAN TRUST HIM UNFILTERED ALSO BABE'S FIRST CONCERN IS ALWAYS CHARLIE
6 notes
·
View notes