Inspired by this video by @/p4perback on Instagram and Tiktok
Sirius couldn't believe he did it.
Remus was looking right through him, fingers pressed softly to his lips.
There will never be a perfect time. James had said.
Sirius hadn't believed him.
It'll come, Prongs! He assured him. And I'll know it when it does.
Sirius couldn't believe he did it.
The time hadn't come and yet-
"I didn't mean to-" He burst out.
"Kiss me?" Remus cut in absently, intently studying the ancient, peeling wallpaper of Gryffinfor Common Room.
Sirius nodded mutely. He watched as Remus' gaze became glassy, as his lips tugged into some kind of vague grin. Nothing like his usual, reserved smile.
"Well I did." Sirius said suddenly. Remus met his eye now. "But I never thought it would- that you would-" He groaned, pressing the heels of his hands into his eyes. "Remus-"
I rarely shave my Harry (I love him either way) so I missed this in-game:
The only part? At first Kim would strike me as a person who enjoys meticulous routine, a ritual - but maybe he sees it as another natural aspect of himself to tame, control?
Hear me out. He tells Harry this if you shave:
We know Kim doesn’t like to see Harry suffer unnecessarily, and looking at his naked face just serves to remind them both of what Harry had endured -polio, addiction, etc.
This made me wonder what Kim sees shaving himself as - conforming to an image of a regular RCM officer, a simple hygienic necessity, a habit? Or a way to not hide behind additional layers like his glasses and stoicism?
How is it connected to his self-perception of a Vacholiere instead of Seolite?
Bonus points for Mazov’s beard, Garte being called “babybeard” by Cuno and this:
Edit: how could I forget what made me screenshot that at all - Kim likes the way aftershave tingles on his skin. Okay Lieutenant Kim “SpeedfreakFM” Kitsuragi that definitely does not say anything about you at all. 🤨
fandom: Borderlands
relationship: Rhysothy
word count: 17780
rating: M
warnings: minor character death, destructions of cars, injury, violence
summary: Hired as an assassin for the first time in years, Timothy has no idea where to go or what to do after the job. Until a car stops right before him.
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for Rhysothy Week day 7 prompt - AU
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Timothy didn’t mind his job. He just minded the mess.
Locked in some public restroom he scrubbed his hands clean. At this point he should be used to the mess, however the way blood got underneath his fingertips was too annoying not to take care of. Only because he forgot he was supposed to rob the guy before he killed him. Hence he stood there, the rose scented soap working its magic. At least he would smell good afterwards. Which wasn’t always the case.
Taking a hefty amount of water in his hands, he splashed his face around a little. Timothy took a good look at his face. Then he sighed. Same old, same old, same old everything he hated. Even after all this time.
It’s been a pretty long time since he went back to this city. Spending most of last year working around in the casinos of Las Vegas, Timothy truly never expected to be back. A convoluted story his life was, really. First he does some business with his CEO twin brother, then said brother sends him and his best friend on a mission to take care of his casinos. For the casinos to, of course, be overtaken by some of his brother’s goons who turned against him. And blamed Timothy since, well, he and his brother were almost identical, save for Timothy’s freckles and gaping scar across his face. Which started several long years of Timothy’s life, fixing up the messes. Especially with bloodthirsty fuckos that he was seeing on the daily. The usual.
Now he finally came back. Dealing with all the problems, he came back only to see his brother’s business grow exponentially. Shiny buildings and big areas. It was a thing to behold for sure. Just that his brother didn’t change at all and seemingly got even worse. And back home Timothy had only one thing to do – be the hired gun for that company.
I’ve been trying to fall asleep for the last three and a half hours. It’s currently 5:30 AM. Idk what this is even supposed to be, it just poured out on (metaphorical) paper
1. you've bitten every hand that has ever reached for you because pain is all you've ever known them to be capable of, and it's a lesson you won't suffer twice
2. they were warned not to stick their fingers through the bars of your cage, but not only did they not listen, they went and opened it up with their clever, gentle hands that not even your sharp teeth and terrible claws could deter from showing you what kindness could feel like, and crossed over the threshold to stand inside/on your side/by your side/all of the above
3. the difference between setting something free and setting something loose is a matter of definition
4. the definition of a monster depends entirely on where you're standing