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dumblr · 5 months
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We never touched but I felt you.
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bocadelinfierno · 22 days
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deebrisbyfish · 9 months
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To all the Trekkies/ers out there looking at that parody in the top panel saying "Actually, Dee. You're sitting in OPS, not the helm, and there's only one control panel on that layout of bridge." I say, you'll notice that I blew UP the helm. Ops CAN assume helm control, thank you very much. As for the other part, it's a visual reboot, and to paraphrase Jay Fosgitt, "I do what I want".
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apparently-artless · 5 months
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we feel you, cab driver, we feel you ( ◡‿◡ )
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effulgent-spuffy · 1 year
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Touched 7x20
Spike? Could you... stay here? Will you just hold me?
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dailybuffysummers · 2 years
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BUFFY THE VAMPIRE SLAYER 7.20 | “Touched”
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ksjanes · 1 year
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Soon, the Sun will Sweep the Sky with Light, with all of its Brightness...                                                      ~~CR~~
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practicecourts · 1 month
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day 11 Moody @jilymicrofics is a little early (maybe I'm getting reckless, we will see, also I've not forgotten day 10...)
and since it's for day 2 of @mppmaraudergirl's Alight With Happines jily fest - The Doe-mestic moments I decided to post it now rather than wait to tomorrow ;-)
Read the Shit Show on ao3 (tw: mentions of - you guessed it- poo)
The Shit Show
With a flick of her wand the water in her mug came to a boil. Lily carefully dropped the heartshaped tealeave holder into it. Just looking at the silly thing brought a smile to her lips.  James had found it on a day out in Muggle London. Sirius got some excellent additions to his Record collection, and her husband had bought this trinket for her. He’d been proud as a peacock for finding such an excellent addition to their kitchen utensils, a tea maker for his love. It was barely light out, through the kitchen’s window she saw their garden turn from grey to green.  Slowly, she made her way up the stairs. The silence was deep, comforting and serene. The door to their bedroom was ajar, she peeked inside and frowned when there was no sign of James in their bed.  The small cot was empty too. Leaving her mug on the bedside table she pushed the door to the bathroom. A deep humming greeted her. In the shower the water rained down. The small room was filled with misty steam. James’s briefs lay on the floor, together with a small bodysuit, with a large yellow stain that caught her attention.  She leaned against the wall and tugged at the shower curtain, there her men stood, her baby boy safely in the strong arms of her husband. James’s hair was plastered to his head, Harry’s wide eyes peeked over the shoulder of his father. She reached a hand and touched his small hand. “Ah, Harry, is mummy there? Good for us, son. I always forget to grab a towel when we take an emergency shower.” “Ah, another shit-show then?” Lily giggled as Harry clasped at her finger fiercely.  “Oh, if you didn’t know better,"James said, sounding more proud than anything else, "you’d think he does it on purpose love, but yes, just like yesterday morning, he was up to his neck in it.”
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girl4music · 8 months
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“Love is seeing someone. Love is putting their needs before your wants. Love is being willing to sacrifice something because you care more about them than about yourself. And if the person you’re with isn’t acting that way, it’s not love. At least not yet. Like could it evolve into that? Sometimes. But even then it only evolves into that if you establish kind of like what the guidelines are, right? What the barriers are, what the boundaries are, is the word I’m looking for. We often confuse attachment for love, or attraction for love or even affection. Spike started with attraction, and then attachment, and that’s, we see that as passion, but that’s, attraction and attachment often lead to possessive behaviour, controlling behaviour, abusive behaviour. Affection is a step closer to love. Affection is tenderness and kindness and consideration, but it only blossoms into love when there is no expectation of anything in return. When you love somebody, you want their happiness. You may want that happiness to be with you, but even more than that, you want their happiness, even if it’s not. And how you can tell that this is actual love in his case, which is confusing to him, he’s never experienced this before, is that he is putting himself second. Now that can be taken to an extreme. Obviously, you can put yourself second over and over and over again in a relationship and just get walked on, but in a healthy relationship, it goes both ways. That is the difference in my mind between love and imitation love, what we often confuse with love.”
This is one of the best scenes in the whole show. Certainly the best scene in Season 7. But more than just the scene itself - for what follows after it. I’ve mentioned this before. But you have every other coupling of the episode having sex but Spike and Buffy just holding each other on the bed in an abandoned house. Very reminiscent of the abandoned house they destroyed to bits in their sex scene in ‘Smashed’. And putting those two scenes in juxtaposition with each other would reveal the striking differences between them. One is actual connection, the other is possession. It all about what one can get out of the other. But the ‘Touched’ scene as part of a montage where everyone else but them is having sex shows just how much it’s not about that anymore.
Aside from Riley, Spike is the only man to still be there in the morning when Buffy wakes up to face Caleb. And aside from Riley, Spike is the only man to tell Buffy that she’s a hell of a woman. But only when possession and obsession has left the narrative.
There was only ever two guys that truly loved Buffy for all that she was. The problem was one always put himself second and the other never did - until now. Unfortunately the other guy never stuck around long enough to learn how to. Sorry to Bangel shippers.
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random-xpressions · 4 months
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Touch her often, very often, like she's some sacred relic that's touched religiously by the worshippers. Touch her with lust or with love. Touch her intentionally or even casually. Touch her for a little while or for longer durations. Whatever be the course, take off not your hands away from her. The feminine body was not created to be like an abandoned mansion. But rather like the fertile land that's constantly tilled, ploughed and watered, so must your hands forever be upon them, each touch like a tiny seed that'll soon bear the fruits of love...
Random Xpressions
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azrielgreen · 11 months
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Touched 🦇CH8🦇 Preview
Steve’s shoulder hurts, his arm is tingling and painful but it’s much better, so much better in fact he literally couldn’t care less about it.
All he cares about is…
‘Eddie,’ he groans pathetically, trying to get into Eddie’s lap, needs kisses, needs love, needs that aching cavern inside to be filled until he thinks it’ll split him in half, he needs everything. ‘Alpha.’
‘Oh my god, are you fucking serious?’ Nancy hisses, trying to pull Steve away. ‘This is not the time!’
‘Is it the Thing?’ Jonathan asks in a low whisper.
Eddie grunts with the effort of dodging Steve’s kisses, in the end has to flip Steve around and imprison him in a wall of muscle, wrap him in tight arms with Steve’s back against Eddie’s chest.
‘Stop it, you have to be quiet.’
Steve can’t, he’s writhing with it. Doesn’t know if it’s the adrenaline, or the pain or what, but he’s… he feels like he is mid heat and Jesus Christ, he doesn’t care who sees it, but he’s gonna have to beg Eddie to fuck him right here, on the dead soil of this dead world.
‘Can’t,’ he whines, scrabbling for freedom. ‘Eddie, can’t control it. Use the voice, please.’
Eddie doesn’t hear him though and Steve’s facing away, so he dips into the bond, finds it scalding hot to the touch and fever-bright.
Use the voice to calm me down, please.
I can’t do that.
If you don’t I’m gonna lose it and get us killed. Use it carefully, I know you can. I love you. Please.
When he opens his eyes, he’s wet between the legs, he’s throbbing and desperate, his blood thick with itch and his body screaming to be filled, fucked, bred.
Eddie’s cheek is against Steve’s, holding him from behind when he drops his voice to that rope burn baritone, and says, ‘Be calm and quiet for me, Omega. Slow, deep breaths. Calm. Relaxed. You’re OK. Just for a few minutes then it’ll pass.’
Steve feels like someone cut his strings.
His whole body sags, his brain drops into bliss and he exhales a breathy sigh, feels so much better.
Everything’s fine.
He just has to breathe.
‘That’s it,’ Eddie says, kissing him, holding him tight and his voice cracks beneath the weight of a guilt that Steve doesn’t understand because everything is fine, it’s OK, it’s perfect. ‘That’s it, so good for me.’
‘Fucking hell,’ Jonathan utters, but it’s not about Steve. Everyone is looking up at the shadow passing overhead.
Everyone except Steve, who just needs to breathe.
‘What the fuck are they?’ Jason whispers.
‘Never seen those before,’ Hopper states grimly. 
‘They’re like bats.’
‘Owens said everything has a hive mind, so let’s make sure to stay out of sight.’
Eddie muses, ‘Like the Crebain?’
‘What the hell is a Crebain?’
‘He still can’t hear you,’ Chrissy reminds Nancy.
‘I can hear you through Steve,’ Eddie points out, sounds deeply unhappy about it though. ‘When he’s like this… he’s mindless. There’s no interference. I can hear through him.’
‘My god,’ Robin mutters.
Hopper turns to watch the last of them fly on. ‘They’re passing by.’
Steve is so relaxed.
So calm.
He could nap.
‘You’re doing so great, Little Fox,’ Eddie tells him, kissing his neck. ‘Just a few more seconds and then you’ll be back to normal.’
‘Are you controlling him?’ Jason demands.
‘Stay the fuck out of it, Carver.’
‘That’s gross, that’s like mind control.’
‘You don’t know shit, so shut your mouth!’
‘Guess you really are a monster.’
‘Hey,’ Hopper warns sharply. ‘Enough. Carver, don’t make me regret bringing you. Munson, sack up, I mean it. No bullshit in here, it’s too dangerous.’
Steve feels like he’s waking up, even with his eyes open. He can hear other sounds, he’s noticing things. It comes in a massive rush of pure overwhelm.
And the death right with it.
The smile in the dark.
The dead eyes.
I see you. I taste you. I know you, Steven James Harrington. I will find you.
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dumblr · 4 months
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wordynerdygurl · 22 days
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Eating lunch today- a bowl of broccoli cheddar soup and some French Fries has me thinking about @azrielgreen and their story Touched... Steve eating soup with Eddie & Wayne, warm rolls and laughter... and for me, that's why fanfic is important!!
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koreanaswego · 5 months
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Korean Word of the Day
감동해
I'm touched/moved
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ksjanes · 1 year
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Lightly touched by snow.
K.S. Janes
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doublexwoah · 25 days
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I was painting some Lps with my sister
I made Rockstar Foxy teehee
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