#badass businesswoman

[lovebugism]

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This one is slightly different but mutual pining office romance with modern Steve? Some inspo like “I got a coffee and muffin for you because I noticed you haven’t left your desk all morning”, teasing jokes, tension in the elevator, the a/c in the office doesn’t work and it’s the middle of summer 👀

18+ (ish)

It was Casual Friday on a Tuesday.

The air conditioning went bust building-wide, and the stuffy businessmen on the fiftieth floor decided to be lenient about the dress code for the time being. Of course, that still meant everyone had to work in ninety-degree temperatures with little to no relief, but at least Steve could see you waltz around in a pretty little tank top and pencil skirt.

“I’m pretty sure there’s a policy against showing your shoulders, sweetheart,” Steve jokes to announce his arrival as he walks into your office.

Jolted from your stupor at the printer, your head whips over your shoulder. You find the boy in his usual white button-up, unclasped to reveal his ribbed undershirt with the sleeves pushed up to his elbows. Sweaty honey hair pushed back over his forehead, the underside of his glasses slightly fogged.

He sits a white paper bag and a cup of iced coffee on your desk.

You smile, warmed by his presence in a way that’s far more tolerable than the heat wave.

“I’m pretty sure that’s because Mr. Harrington knew his son wouldn’t be able to keep it in his pants otherwise,” you squint at him, still grinning. 

“Well, I must say, you are far sexier than balance sheets.”

You giggle like a schoolgirl when his broad arms wrap around you from behind. His lips sprinkle chaste kisses to the sticky skin of your bare shoulder. You can feel him smiling against you.

When you turn around to return the favor, you notice that the blinds of your office are still open — leaving the both of you on display to the entire rest of the floor you manage. They’re all too busy with their own work and too plagued by the heat to notice, but you pull away from Steve and his kisses anyway.

“You didn’t shut the blinds, you dork!” you scold, pushing your hand against his chest as you step back like he’s burned you.

Steve laughs. “C’mon. Nobody’s looking. I can kiss you.”

You’re not swayed by the wide palms he slides on your hips.

“Not until you shut the blinds and lock the door,” you scowl sternly, using your uncowed, badass businesswoman voice that always makes his knees buckle.

And even though he thinks twisting the slatted curtains closed is far more suspicious, he listens to you anyway. It’s the least he can do to make his girl feel comfortable — to make her less tense and more receptive to his touches.

Your concerns aren’t totally unfounded. You’ve told him a million times why you don’t want to make your relationship public. “I’d be dating my boss’s kid, Steven,” you’d gripe. “All my accomplishments stop meaning something after that.” 

You started out on the second floor in the mail room, spent a year slaving over the books in the dim eerie hall of the seventh, and then got promoted to floor twenty-five after a particularly lucrative sale. You worked your ass off and it left you much more concerned about your position in the firm than most people tend to be. 

You were halfway to the top. The very first woman to run this whole floor. 

And you loved Steve, just not enough to throw all that away.

“Happy now?” he singsongs as he locks the door with a low click.

With your bottom lip between your teeth, you nod. 

Now you can ogle him without fear of someone noticing, touch him all over without someone reporting it to H.R. 

He looks far too sexy than what should be allowed — in his loose slacks, glasses perched on the bridge of his strong nose, chest hair poking out from the collar of his tank top.

Screw the shoulders, Steve’s body should be a company-wide violation.

Propped up on your desk, the boy settles between your thighs — spreading them slightly with his hips and making your skirt ride up. His wide palms settle on the outsides of your bare knees. Your hands rise to cradle his scruffy jaw, pulling him down for a much needed kiss. 

His lips on yours are as all-consuming as the humidity surrounding you.

Your mouths click wetly when they part.

You smile at each other like two lovesick idiots.

“What’s in the bag?” you wonder, nodding your head to the paper sack beside you and the iced coffee already melting next to it.

“A blueberry muffin and one of those bagels you like,” Steve answers, big hands squeezing your thighs. “‘Cause I know you haven’t eaten all morning.”

“I’ve eaten!” you protest half-heartedly.

“Yeah?” he challenges. “What.”

“…An apple slice from the platter we had in the meeting room.”

A laugh rumbles in his chest. “That so does not count. You gotta eat better, babe. Alright? Especially in this heat. Can’t have you passing out at the copier or something.”

“Well, that’s why I have you, right?” you retort, arms wrapping around his neck to pull him closer. This heat wave’s no match for the fire that sparks between the two of you every time you touch. “So you can bring me breakfast and feed it to me when you know I’m too busy to eat.”

“Why would I feed it to you?” he chuckles in a scoff.

You shrug. “‘Cause you love me.”

“…Touché.”

“What about you, Stevie?” you lilt, almost teasingly. “Have you eaten today?”

“I bought me something when I stopped at the café for you, but… I could always go for another bite.”

You grin wide like a mischievous cat. It would be alarming how quickly the air between you can turn from innocent to sinful if you weren’t already so turned on. You’ll just blame it on the heat for now.

“I bet you worked up a real appetite in this heat, huh?” you ask him, feigning sympathy, as the tip of your nose brushes his own. His breath fans against your mouth. You can already taste the coffee on him. 

“Yeah,” he huffs lowly. “Definitely.”

“Maybe I should give you something else to eat…” 

Your eyes flutter shut when his hand trails between your thighs to cup your pussy over your cotton underwear. Your neck becomes free real estate for his mouth when your head tips back. His thumb rubs your clothed clit. He can feel a damp patch already starting to form.

“Let me clear off your desk, baby,” he slurs into your pulse, smearing his spit there. “Need you to ride my face…”

“Shit, Steve—”

A knock at the door pierces the silence made velvet by sweet nothings and heavy breaths. Both of you freeze in shock, still clutching onto each other, like if you stay still enough whoever’s behind the door will leave.

“Who is that?” Steve murmurs to you, his eyes trained on the shined shoes behind the sliver of space beneath the door.

“I don’t know…”

“Steve? Are you in there?” Mr. Harrington’s voice comes muffled as the door handle jiggles. “When I told you to be fast. I meant fast. I need you for another errand.”

“Oh, shit,” you swear, breath caught in your throat. “Oh, shit. Oh, shit. Oh, shit—”

“It’s okay,” Steve whispers sharply back to you. He inches toward the locked door.“Just… Just be cool.”

“Steve Harrington—”

“It’s fine.”

“—Don’t you dare open that door.”

He swings it open anyway. His father stands before him, looking just like his son but a few decades older and not nearly as pretty. He scowls. “Care to tell me what the door was locked?” he deadpans.

You’re glad he’s not looking at you for an answer. You wouldn’t have been able to lie like Steve does. It comes rather effortlessly to him because he’s done it all his life.

“I was bringing her breakfast, remember? Like I told you. And then we just started talking, you know? I can be a real blabbermouth sometimes.”

“Don’t I know it,” Mr. Harrington monotones. By the time he pokes his head around the doorway to your desk, you’ve already rid yourself of any evidence that you might’ve been kissing his son. His stern expression never wavers. “Both of you. Come with me.”

You nod like you’re happy to do it, swallowing down the inkling that you’re about to get fired that rises like bile in the back of your throat.

Like cows to the slaughter, you and Steve trail behind his father as he leads you through the twenty-fifth floor and to the elevators. Steve tries to grab your hand in a feeble attempt to comfort you. You jerk away from him, not wanting to be caught being so unprofessional a second time.

The elevator is quiet and stiff with sweltering heat. Mr. Harrington presses the button for the fiftieth floor.

“Um… Can I ask where we’re going?” Steve answers when the doors shut.

“I’ve got a big client coming in and want you two to sit in on the meeting. I think it could be very beneficial for you both,” he answers, still monotone, but obviously not angry.

Your chest deflates with a sigh of relief.

The man’s hands are tucked neatly behind his back. His eyes stay locked on the digital inclining numbers below the ceiling — 28, 29, 30…

“I want you to clean up in the bathroom before you go in, too. You’ve both got lipstick smeared on your chin.”

Your heart sinks all over again.

Mr. Harrington turns to his son, still as stern as ever but with a foreign glint in his eye. It borders on playful. “And if you run off my best accountant, Steven, I’m booting you back down to the mail floor.”

#published by bug #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington smut #stranger things x reader #stranger things imagine #steve harrington x y/n #steve harrington x you #steve harrington imagine #stranger things smut #stranger things fanfic #steve harrington fanfic #steve harrington fic #stranger things #steve harrington #st drabbles #stevie drabble #office!steve

[itsmeeeeegelalay]

House of Pomegranate

Here it is, take it now-

Now if you want a bit of context, keep reading then-

I am still deciding which AU this is. An outright badass noble from the beginning AU, after the dungeons and trying fuck over Le'gard after he ascended AU, or repeated lives AU but each lifetime is different flavor of trauma. Or maybe just make this into a shitpost AU-

Also, if you're wondering why her frame looks so small is because in this lifetime, she has let go of herself (i.e. she didn't become a knight, and suffered night terrors which often lead her to lose a lot of her appetite, got locked up in her room for months no end by her parents to avoid her shaming them, and gave up a lot of things that once brought her so much comfort and joy like spars, training, and horseback riding) and developed body image issues. She's gonna work on that a little later once she finally breaks away again from her family after buying her title as a baroness in a rural area.

As for the reasoning behind her fashion, Canon D'arce doesn't have much of an identity and her dominant soul would be left dormant. Or at least, she thinks she is dominating through Le'gard's ambitions. I mean, her ascended form left her bald and hairless all over. So I wanted to give her a strong sense of identity or at least she's experimenting with it; Like changing her hairstyle daily and cutting it short during the summer. She would also wear dresses but she wears masculine clothes as well. She even wears one under her dresses.

She would also fan flames of rumors so people wouldn't figure out who she really was until they met her. Some rumors call her vain and narcissistic (because of her styles changing almost daily and the fact she set a lot of trends), another calls her cold and cruel (she did take over territories), some call her an aggressive businesswoman (she bought "useless" land from the original owner then found out its true value and tried to buy it back from her but she said no), and sometimes, she would get positive rumors such as "As if the Sun was human" due to how often her smiles are so bright- It's also the smiles she makes if she kills people oop-

As for her religion, she stopped worshipping god/s-

After my word vomit, enjoy more art below-

Nth Life D'arce wishing she could tell off her past self off for wanting and even downright begging for a morsel of attention from Le'gard-

IDK how this would happen but I like the idea where Francois decided that she's the daughter he didn't know he wanted-

Eeerrrrrr- I wish I rendered this too but uuuhhh-

#my art :d #fear and hunger #d'arce cataliss #d'arce #alternate universe #au #francois #GET IT DARCE TELL YOUR PAST SELF TO PISS OFF FROM LEGARDE #pomegranate for the win and paris paloma's labour

[karlie-what-you-want]

Happy birthday to miss Karlie “Sunshine” Kloss! ☀️

May this year bring you genuine joy, peace, and love! If somehow you are reading this, Karlie, please know that you have been such a positive influence to me, showing what strength, integrity, kindness, and true inner beauty really look like.

You are a badass mom and businesswoman, and you continue to display kindness in the face of adversity. Wishing you ALL the best!

#Karlie Kloss

[secondtreetotheleft]

OHSHC- How they show their S/O affection and vice versa (HC)

(According to my brain😁🕶🤏)

* warning: I ship Tamaki x Haruhi, and everyone else’s S/O is unknown, and this is evident in my headcanons*

Tamaki and Haruhi

What love language doesn’t this guy speak?

He’s very touchy when they’re alone

He’s a hugger

Haruhi isn’t as into physical touch the way he is

She likes it though

But I see Tamaki as someone who likes to spoon, and be cuddled up as a pastime

Haruhi is not quite like that

She likes to hold hands, and stuff like that

But she probably kind of prefers to sleep on her own

Tamaki would want to cuddle her though

So they’d like cuddle and talk about their day or whatever

Then they’d roll over and not be so on top of each other to actually sleep

I think he’s careful about gift giving

So as not to overwhelm Haruhi

Even though he likes to give gifts

Same with Haruhi, she’s more of an acts of service gal

So gifts are like small and sentimental

They both prefer:

#thegiftofeachotherscompany

He’s definitely good with words

Leaves Haruhi speechless a lot

But she does the same

They’re both very sure in their relationship after they’ve been together a while

They seem like they wouldn’t have to talk to communicate, you know?

But they do talk, a lot

They definitely run on quality time

That is the basis of their relationship

Tamaki doesn’t like to be without Haruhi much

Haruhi is a little more adaptable

but she’ll start to miss him if she’s without him for a couple days

NSFW

Idk, it’s very lovey dovey

They don’t do it much

They’d rather cuddle idk

My mind just can’t get gears moving on them doing this

But they do it I guess

Kyoya

I doubt he ends up with that lady from the manga tbh

She’s a little too old for him, and idk she seems too free-spirited, plus the familial conditions, blah blah blah

Btw idk what Kyoya’s sexuality is, but I think he marries a cis woman because business

Probably a badass, self-made, businesswoman

I think that is the dynamic he and his s/o would have- the way he was with that lady

He’s a big words of affirmation guy

But only because they flirt by roasting each other

So when he says “I love you” or gives a compliment…

Oh boy that is a BIG DEAL

I think he’s big on every other love language though

We all know he’s kind of self-serving

But his s/o becomes part of the self-serving-ness

If they’re happy, he is

So he gives gifts a lot

They’ll just be out walking through a shopping center

And if she looks at something for too long

Oh wow yeah consider it bought

Knows her clothes size

Randomly buys her clothes

Also doesn’t let her lift a finger tbh

There’s servants for everything

Oh my goodness is this man into physical touch

This is his main love language

Also quality time

She’s the only company he can endure for days at a time

I like to think that they work in business together

Like their business combine or something

And they’re co-CEOs that work together

For their combined company

Idk what it’s in, idk business

So they’re together all the time

Their work will be different

But they’re always traveling to the same places

They’re rarely in business trips without each other on the same continent

I def think he likes cuddling by the way

I know he’s kind of cold but give me a sec 🤚

He’s the type to fall asleep with his face in her neck

He’d lay with his head between her thighs, and legs draped over his soldiers

And he’d draft fucking business emails or something

They eat just about every meal together

He also won’t attend an event if she’s not going

“But Kyoya, I’m literally your brother, and this is my bachelor party!”

“Women aren’t invited though.”

“Can’t you live without _ for a few days?”

“A few hours sure, but I don’t see a bachelor party as a strong enough reason to spend several days without _.”

All of these things kind of make up for the fact that he’s not a guy who says “I love you” much

He does say it though

He’d say it while they’re sitting at a restaurant in Barcelona on their anniversary

He’d say it if he leaves to go somewhere without her

He’d say it after making out (or more)

He’d say it when she does something for him

He’s just not a random “I love you” guy

NSFW

Ok yeah the gears are turning on this one

This is one of the events where he says “I love you”

They do it quite frequently

But it’s not a thing they’ll do quickly

Like it’s part of their nighttime routine if they make it home by a decent hour

They both shower before

Then like take a bath together after

It’s a very lovey-dovey thing

Like there’s no degradation

Nor pain

But this guy loves overstimulation

Will make his partner finish at least a couple times before his pants even come off

She will finish several times

He kind of gets off on that

He definitely is a giver

Making her feel good is half the fun

This is very specific, but:

He’d make her finish several times

Then he’d make her ride him

And she’d be like out of breath and sobbing

And he’d just like encourage her

Like

“Come on, you can do it.”

“Don’t you want to make me cum?”

“Yes, perfect. There you go, love.”

Then after they finish like that

She’d collapse on top of him, out of breath

Then he’d like wrap his arms around her

And get up and carry her to the bathroom like that

And they’d take a bath together

This would probably be a routine for them

Oh yeah btw he’s definitely had a vasectomy

So yeah, he likes to do it raw fyi

Actually looks forwarding to finishing inside

And he likes keeping it inside her until they reach the bath

Hikaru

Idk if he’s straight, I doubt he does either

So I assume he ends up marrying a cis woman

But he has bi wife energy

He by no means “wears the pants” in the relationship

Continuing the legacy of strong Hitachiin women lol

He’s a big physical touch and words guy

Will cuddle her constantly

Will just come up and hug her waist, lay his head on her chest, and just say like “hi” or “*sigh* I love you”

Likes to hold

But more so being held

Not much of a sleepy cuddler

They’ll relax and cuddle

But not sleep

She’ll be laying propped up on pillows

A movie playing or something

And he just lays on his stomach while hugging her waist and head on her chest

Or on his back with his head below her belly button and her thighs over his shoulders

While they just scroll on their phones

He definitely feels most loved from acts of service

But he’s not all that into giving that himself

But he’ll do it sometimes

He does like gifts, giving and receiving

Will randomly come home with stuff for her

And wants to see her reaction

Likes receiving gifts, but gets kind of flustered

Like

“Oh you didn’t have to, but thank you”

But then he’ll gush about it to himself later

Especially wary in the relationship

Loves quality time but needs time apart just as much

I bet she does too

They’d be the pair to just be really happy to spend the evenings and off days together

And though they spend much of their days doing their own stuff

He cannot sleep without her.

He cannot.

He can, but if sucks.

She would be fine, she’d just miss him.

But he would get anxious

Would need extra pillows to hug

Wouldn’t sleep well overall

NSFW

He’s had a vasectomy to be able to do it

He enjoys coming inside

LOVES praise

Probably kind of submissive

Likes for her to take control

Prefers she do more of the work

Most of the time she’s on top

He’d probably kind of praise her efforts

To be praised in return of course

And if he’s on top, he wants constant praise

Kind of obsessed with her body

If she’s not in the mood

Which she’s not afraid to say

He will literally jerk off right next to her

No shame

Probably felt shame at first

But now he enjoys it

Kaoru

Idk what this man’s sexuality is

He ain’t straight tho

So his S/O is just a they for now

They could be any gender tbh

He LOVES physical touch

Loves to cuddle

Loves holding hands

Is totally content on his own

But LOVES to be constantly touching them

They could be riding the metro and he’d be holding their hand

Is good at words of affirmation

Will tell them how he feels

Expects that in return though

And they may struggle and he’s be patient

He’d encourage them

Receiving words of affirmation is a big deal for him

Does love quality time of course

Will sit in silence for hours

He’ll talk but he’s more of a listener

If they want to rant about their day, he’d just sit, totally focused and listening, while playing with their hand or something.

He gives good advice

Really likes receiving well thought out gifts

Will appreciate any though

Only gives gifts if they’re special

He sees acts of service as a given

He’d do anything to make their life easier

And they feel the same

Which he just knows

NSFW

Has had a vasectomy (if needed)

Not afraid to be pegged

In fact he enjoys it

He is such a bottom

LOVES for them to be in control

They tend to be in charge

He’s a big aftercare guy

The two take good care of each other

Enjoys all the aspects of sex

Foreplay more so than the actual act

Could make out for hours

He definitely gives head

Doesn’t expect it in return but will happily oblige

Mori

This guy’s straight idc

He is the definition of traditional

He lives for physical touch

He’s constantly holding her

Sitting with his arm around her

Or hand on her thigh

Or at least holding her hand

Sleeps with his arms around her and face in her neck

Likes to feel like he’s protecting her

She likes feeling protected

To specifically describe the sleeping situation:

She hugs his neck

He hugs her waist

Her legs wrap around his torso

His head is in her neck

Her chin is on the back of his head

The MOST intimate of cuddling for this guy

His love languages are all of them though.

He loves spending time with her

Kind of gets separation anxiety

Like, if she’s not around, he’s thinking of her

Will text to make sure she’s safe

She thinks he’s a little paranoid

But appreciates the care

They do everything they can together

Words of affirmation are big for him

He’s not afraid to say he loves her

But he always has to remind her

Likes to hear it in response

Or unprompted especially

Oh yeah and he’s a good listener

But so is she

He does actually talk to her a lot

Will recount all the events of his day while playing with her hair

Tells her stories from before they met

She loves hearing it

And he loves hearing her talk

She’ll tell him stories or talk about her day too

And he’ll fully relax just listening

And yeah he’s constantly acting in service

He’s such a caretaker

But it makes him so soft when she takes care of him

In general he’s so soft for her

Like she makes him food, he would be so happy

Also, gifts?

Idk if he’s all that into that

But she’d give him gifts frequently

And she’d love to see if he likes it

Because she loves how giving he is with acts

And so he’d try to get her gifts

But he’s lowkey clueless?

Would end up getting very niche things

Because he’d walk through the whole mall until he’s like «yeah, that one»

And it’s the most random thing

NSFW

Another guy whose had a vasectomy

Definitely has a breeding kink

But he’s not stupid, so he makes sure there’s no surprises

At least not until they’re married and in agreement on things

He likes to be in control

He doesn’t have to be on top though

Because he is undoubtedly bigger than her

So he doesn’t have to be on top to have control

Lowkey likes manhandling her

#gently

Doesn’t like receiving head

In fact he insists she doesn’t give any

But he’s all about giving it

Would usually do it before penetration

Likes to make her feel good

Gets off on it actually

Oh and

You know he’s big on aftercare

She will not be walking for at least an hour after sex

He prefers to do it at night so they can bath then cuddle together

Either way he’d carry her to the bathroom to clean her up

Or at least tell her to lay

And he’d come back with a towel and clean her up himself

Sex always leads to cuddles

He won’t let go of her regardless

But after sex he really won’t

Honey

Idk what gender he’s into

They’re cute though

Loves cuddles

That’s the only physical touch though

Loves any quality time

Prefers to do things together

He loves when s/o does acts of service

But he’s not good at reciprocating in daily life

Will try though

He’d do it in bigger ways

Like he’d take them to the movies

Then the theatre is empty

And they’re like “huh?”

“Oh yeah, I rented out the theatre since you said you weren’t feeling like being around people today.”

He doesn’t see it as acts of service

It’s just being a decent s/o

He loves gifts

Usually sweets

But when it’s something else they realize he likes

Like from a small detail he mentioned

He is TOUCHED

He gives gifts too

Usually just for special occasions

Or if he happened to have an idea or see something

Words aren’t hard for him

So they don’t mean that much

NSFW

Idk

Gears not turning

Maybe he’s ace or demi

If they do it, it’s a special event

It’s not frequent

#ohshc future headcanons #ohshc manga #ohshcheadcanon #ohshc x reader #ohshc headcanons #ouran headcanons #ouran koukou host club #ouran high school host club #tamaki x haruhi #tamaki suoh #haruhi fujioka #kyoya ootori #hikaru hitachiin #kaoru hitachiin #mori senpai #takashi morinozuka #honey senpai #mitskuni haninozuka #ohshc #ohshc kyoya #ouran x reader #ouran fanfic

[void-botanist]

I have come to some conclusions about Marcus and his story that I think are going to pay off.

In AOM:

He and Horatio don't have a romantic thing going on but they are extremely cuddly friends which also makes them the perfect pair for Sid to misinterpret. Which I think is a useful setup for Sid's whole deal and also gives me the soft nonsense I desire

Sid probably still ends up hiding at Sorian's house but for any kind of long-term parent evasion he would have to go to Marcus's because his parents would never look there. Still looking for a good excuse to make that happen. Sid and Marcus should also be friends and not just in a "thanks for testing my hair dye" kind of way

In Marcus's own as-yet-unnamed story:

In previous versions his love interest was a Hallmark-movie businesswoman type who was learning to pay attention to her own needs and desires, so that when Marcus was forced to tell her his deep dark secrets it was like she was getting her hard-won happiness stolen away from her. But I don't want to write that anymore and I want a story that is more about both of them. So I present to you:

Love interest is the bat-eared fox shifter I mentioned earlier, named Heith (for now at least - I might change my mind but that was her name in the last version). They're a traveling punk singer who is touring Aephar. Probably they look badass as fuck when shifted because that's a lot of ear real estate for piercings.

As they start to form a romantic connection Marcus is constantly worried that she's not gonna like some aspects of his life that he's not willing to give up/compromise on, like the aforementioned friendship with Horatio. But she keeps being so chill about everything, like nothing is ever a problem to her, and he slowly accepts that maybe this whole "finding love in a faraway system" thing isn't so hard.

This was the end of their tour, but Heith keeps putting off going home and her band leaves her behind to go back to whatever island they came from (believe it or not Imni and Aephar are not the only islands on Rade). She doesn't seem bothered by this either. It starts to become clear (at least to the reader) that whenever things get hard, she just dips from relationships, but things haven't gotten hard with him yet.

But then (spoilers I guess?) a military escort ship arrives from Iecunem and Marcus has to explain that the general belief that he was escaping shitty parents or a shitty job or maybe even the law when he left Iecunem is only a sliver of the story. His awful manipulative mother is now dead, and he's the heir to her kingdom. Not only that, but he has multiple spouses there and multiple children that are legally considered his. He tries to explain the complexities of this and that he'll be right back after he goes to the funeral and abdicates to his sister, but it doesn't seem like Heith is going to wait that long to disappear.

And this time, no one would really blame her if she did. This is a lot of stuff to suddenly digest. But she's also been here long enough to have considered not just running away. At the eleventh hour she shows up at the warp station to join Marcus on his trip back to Iecunem. Horatio high key had not realized that Marcus had only intended to take one other person on this trip, but when Marcus insists that he stay and take care of their collective plants instead of going to Iecunem he's also kind of relieved because he doesn't really trust anyone else with them.

Shifters taglist: @outpost51 @kk7-rbs

#obv some other stuff happens after that but I haven't decided on it #but I have the story concept to a point that it can just hang out in my mind for when I feel like writing it #Horatio wrote a book's worth of extremely specific instructions for Sid. that boy knows nothing about plants but he can follow directions #I wrote this earlier today and then said to myself no I can't post this. I've been on tumblr so much lately I'm worried about being annoyin #ON MY OWN BLOG. smh my head #anyway I wonder what lucky old ocs will get recycled into Heith's bandmates. probably Chet Val & Rocky #c: Marcus #c: Horatio #c: Heith #wip: aom #wip: iecunem

[myobsessedtrashcan]

My little asari space bae is now an ultimate hot badass businesswoman??????

*silent affectionate gasp*

#i want to hug her and kiss her so bad oh my god 😩😭 #shiara #femshep x liara #mass effect 2 #shadow broker #liara t'soni #text post #also i'm sorry for not posting #i promise i will make more scribbles from me2 i just fell in love with it

[kellys-leftovers]

Tatjana who? What did she say?

kathrin lehmann suggested germany needs a non german coach and then proceeded to say that they should go for tatjana haenni and bring her in from the us. thing is… she isn’t even coaching over there. she’s the sporting director of the nwsl and from personal experience i can insure you she’s a badass businesswoman

[friendball-irl]

(@unovan-businesswoman-angie)

//☎ for Angie and Tia? They got seperate phones.

OOC: Absolutely!

Contact Name: Angie (Refined)

Ringtone: Castelia City (BW)

Last Text Sent: "What're you guys' favorite desserts? Whenever we do that picnic, I wanna make something fun for you two!"

Contact Image:

Contact Name: Tia (Badass)

Ringtone: Battle! Plumeria (PM:EX)

Last Message Sent: [It's a meme of a Jangmo-o wearing sunglasses.]

Contact Image:

#pokemon irl #in character #ask #ask game #refined and badass

[darklydeliciousdesires]

Oh, that sweet, sweet conflicted feeling of being excited to begin a new piece of writing, with the shadow of “getting more than a handful of people to engage with it beyond a like will be once again like herding cats” looming right over me.

Why do I do this to myself? Why must I succumb to creativity no matter what?

Still excited though. Because this guy…

And my face claim for my OC, Lily… she’s an MMA fighter, btw. Our boy gon’ have his hands full of dynamite 😂

(Face claim is badass businesswoman Lydia Dupra)

#Angel reyes #Angel reyes smut #Angel reyes fanfiction #Angel reyes x ofc #Mayans mc #mayans mc fanfiction #Mayans mc smut #Clayton Cardenas #clayton cardenas smut #Clayton Cardenas x ofc #clayton cardenas fanfiction

[the-geeky-truth]

Sometimes a family is

a badass businesswoman called Sun, a cheerful driver called Van Damn, a brilliant hacker lady, an Actor™, a lovely DJ with a traumatic past, a pharmacist who has never done anything wrong in her life ever, a murder man, and a good cop.

#sense8 #sun #capheus #nomi #lito #riley #kala #wolfgang #will #sensates #8/8 cluster #found family

[lovebugism]

Hi bug, could I request some teasing modern office stevie when he definitely should be concentrating on some important reports and not the pictures you’re sending him from the bathroom 💖

ty for requesting :D — steve is grumpy at the office halloween party until you spend him naughty pictures from the bathroom (modern!au, established relationship, smut 18+, 1.6k)

fictober (㇏(•̀ᵥᵥ•́)ノ)

The company-wide Halloween party was a total bust.

Steve’s Top Gun leather jacket was cool and all, but now — eight hours into his shift — it feels slightly suffocating. It’s heavy and making him almost unbearably hot, but he can’t take it off, or his dad will lose his shit. 

Everyone had to dress up. That was the memo. It’s to boost company morale or whatever bullshit they’re spinning these days. Even the stuffy guys on the fiftieth floor are wearing their own fancy, half-assed costumes. 

Steve wasn’t much of a fan of the whole thing, especially not after he offered to match with you and you completely shut him down. “My dad already knows about us, babe!” he whined. “It’s not a big deal!”

You shot him your hardened, badass businesswoman stare that always seems to stop him in his tracks. “Your dad knowing isn’t even the half of it, Steve. I don’t want us to be the headline for office gossip for the next six months, alright?”

Going into his nine-to-five the day before Halloween, the only thing he was remotely excited about was seeing your costume. You rock a pencil skirt and blouse like you were made to do it, but fuck, he loves seeing you out of your work clothes.

And you were really fucking cute — Uma Thurman from Pulp Fiction, in one of his white button-ups, black slacks, and high heels. It isn’t overtly sexy, because it is an office party after all, but he’d stare at you all day if he could.

Screw the work, he wants to lay on the couch in your office and watch you in your element with his hand shoved down his pants.

His phone buzzes sharply beside him, knocking him out of his daydream. It’s a text notification from you — one image attachment, it reads. He’s already smiling like a teenage boy now that you’re talking to him. He’s been lonely all day without you. 

He taps the message with his thumb to open the text thread, even happier to find that it’s a picture of you.

You look like you’re in a bathroom stall — for privacy maybe, because you’re flashing him your lacy lingerie. Your blouse is unbuttoned at the top to reveal your black bra that’s mostly see-through. It’s a cup size or more too small for you, so the tops of your breasts spill slightly from the fabric. 

Don’t do this to me, he replies.

Do what? you ask.

Another picture comes right after. It’s from a higher-up angle, a much better view of your cleavage. You’re staring up at the camera with doe eyes that drive him crazy.

Steve shifts in his swivel chair, spine-tingling distantly with the subtle stiffening of his cock. He looks over both shoulders, just to make sure no one’s around to see the filth on his phone, then texts you back.

You know what, he types. Don’t start something you can’t finish.

You send him a third picture, smiling all innocent at the camera. Captioned beneath it reads, I don’t think I’m the one who needs to worry about finishing, Stevie.

Steve doesn’t bother replying this time. He clicks his phone off and readjusts his pants, rising from his desk and heading straight for the elevator.

—————

Standing at the row of pristine sinks, you wait for Steve’s response.

You knew he wasn’t having the greatest day. His dad’s been on his ass more than usual and you’re not the best at comforting him when you’re in work mode. So you step out of your comfort zone in attempts to cheer up your boyfriend, actively trying to be sexy.

But then he just leaves you on read, and now you’re spiraling in the women’s restroom.

What if he didn’t like it? your brain berates you. What if he thinks you’re trying too hard? What if he’s turned off by you?

You don’t get the chance to get embarrassed about it because Steve’s busting through the bathroom door a second later. You’re scared by the sudden intrusion, then halfway relieved, then utterly shocked.

“Steve— what are you doing in here? This is the women’s restroom!”

“Obviously,” the boy scoffs and locks the door behind him.

Your eyes are wide and wild when he turns back to face you. “What the hell are you doing?” you repeat, teeth gritted as you try your best to whisper.

His eyes sparkle with something honeyed and mischievous. He shrugs all boyish and corners you against the marble countertop. “Told you not to start something you couldn’t finish, remember?”

His palms spread wide and warm on your waist as he leans down to kiss you. You’re almost lost in him enough to let him. The logical part of your brain blares an alarm in your subconcious, and you hold him back before he can inch any further.

“No. Nope. We’re not doing this,” you announce with a shake of your head, to yourself more than anything.

Steve’s brows pinch. “Why not?”

You blink up at him for a moment, bemused by his confusion because the answer’s pretty obvious. “‘Cause we’re at work, Steven. That’s why.”

He always melts for you when you call him that.

“You’re hot when you’re mean, you know that?” he murmurs with a lopsided grin. 

He ducks down again, and you think he’s gonna kiss you. You’re about to fight him until his plush lips lock on your pulse point. You cave before you mean to, turning to marshmallow fluff in his hands. 

Steve maneuvers you onto the counter with a pair of strong hands. When he plants himself between your legs, his hard cock brushes your inner thigh. You have to remind yourself to breathe.

With a tongue tasting of nicotine and the chocolate-covered pretzels you made for the Halloween party, Steve kisses the air from your lungs. You’re happy without it. As long as it means he’ll keep touching you like he is now. 

His fingers fuss with the buttons of your shirt. He tries to kiss you and unclasp them at the same time, but realizes it’s halfway impossible. You feel each one pop pop pop when he all but rips at your collar.

“Hey— be gentle,” you scold, slurring slightly when you part from him. “I gotta work after this, you know?”

“Yeah, if I don’t take you home first.” His words are mumbled and nearly inaudible. You barely catch the last half of them because he’s burying his face in your chest. 

It’s nothing you’re not used to — he often jokes that your tits are his two favorite girls, a close second to you.

You weave your hands through his chopped cinnamon hair, keeping him pressed against you while he kisses and sucks at your breasts — over the sheer fabric of the lingerie you chose specifically for him. His tongue runs warm and wet over your clothed nipple. You fight back a shiver.

Drunk on him and his tender touches, you let him open you up with his fingers without any fuss. You let him push you to the brink of a spine-tingling orgasm and back again — only fussing a little about his teasing until he slips his cock into you.

Steve doesn’t mean to fuck you so gently in the work bathroom, but it’s in his nature to be soft with you. 

Even during quickies, he’s all but making love to you. He holds your lolling head in both his calloused palms, making sure your eyes stay on his while he punches into you. You’re pretty good at keeping your moans at bay, aside from a few measly whines he swallows when he kisses you. 

You compensate for your withheld noises by digging your nails into his shoulders. You’re pretty sure there’ll be crescent shapes in the leather of his jacket when he’s done with you.

The bathroom fills with the sounds of heavy pants, concealed moans, and the jingling of Steve’s belt buckle. He babbles sweet nothings into your neck, words slurred and muffled there. You’re not even sure he knows what he’s saying.

“It’s so good. You’re so fucking good— fuck, fuck, fuck,” he rambles, chopped through thrusts and heavy breaths. “Can’t fucking wait to show you off, you know that? Wanna tell everyone you’re mine.”

“I am yours,” you tell him, breathless and with a whimper trapped in your throat. His cock pierces you mercilessly. The pressure on your clit is relentless. “Always been yours.”

And if he wasn’t about to burst already — you tell him this, and he’s a fucking goner. His hips stutter almost instantly. His whine swells in the bathroom, mostly muffled into your neck. He spits several loads of warm cum into you and sends you absolutely gushing.

And like the gentlemen he is, he fucks you stupid and cleans you up right after.

He chucks the wet paper towel in the bin and asks you, “Did you mean it?”

“Mean what?” you repeat, legs still hanging over the counter, tingling with numbness.

“When you— you know, when you said you were mine?”

You shrug with an air of absentmindedness. “Of course.”

“I just… We never made anything official, and I didn’t know if… I don’t know— if you were seeing someone else or whatever.”

“Your dad knows we’re fucking, so I think we’re pretty much official now,” you tease, giggling and sliding your panties back into place. You hop off the counter to put your slacks back on. Steve fusses with his belt.

“Guess so,” he laughs back.

“And I don’t plan on seeing anyone else for the foreseeable future,” you confess, smiling shyly and tilting your head to your shoulder. “Just so you know.”

Steve’s suddenly smiling, crooked and boyish and pink. “Good. ‘Cause I don’t either.”

“Good,” you hum with a similar grin.

“Good.”

He kisses you again — ‘cause he can do that now, considering you’re finally official and everything. It’s a too sweet peck compared to how sinfully he was fucking you just minutes ago. 

He pulls back from you with furrowed brows.  “Does that mean we can tell people about—”

“Absolutely not, Steve Harrington.”

#published by bug #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington smut #stranger things x reader #steve harrington #stranger things #stranger things fanfic #stranger things fic #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things imagine #steve harrington fanfiction #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington fic #steve harrington fanfic #st drabbles #stevie drabble #event: fictober!

[klaineownsmysoul]

Ok but really W was in England a couple of months ago and now it seems in Ireland.. why is now one questioning what job he has coz really?!? And M? Beloved long time dream bar?! She moved to by to be with her husband for the birth is their child they say, well understandable mom's take maternity leave.. but in this case said husband was busy like 24/7 so again bar? What bar?! What a coincidence isn't it that these two so's seem to have absolutely nothing to do

Its truly just the most incredible coincidence that two of the hardest working highly talented young men you'll see are both tied to SO who couldn't be lazier or less their professional equals if you tried. I have absolutely no idea what it is that W does for a living since he seems to do even less work than M, if that's humanly possible (it shouldn't be). I've heard he's supposed to be some kind of writer or something along those lines, but other than trailing C around, I don't know what it is he does and I don’t think I’m alone with that thought. And where have I heard that before? The only difference between them is that prior to the last couple of months, we didn't see W all that much - at least in comparison to M. C seemed content to keep their "relationship" on the DL, which sounds like him and seemed to fit. We'd get the occasional pic, but there was almost always a 3rd or 4th party present and it always felt more like a bunch of friends hanging out than anything romantic; I've never once gotten that boyfriends vibe from them at all.  And if you really think its just a coincidence that we suddenly started getting tons of pics - comparatively speaking - of them right after the baby news dropped (ugh hopefully that metaphor has died), well then, bless your heart.  You don’t just wake up one morning, do a personality 180, and decide to publicly share the details of your life that you’d previously kept to yourself, especially considering his SM accounts have a much more authentically C feel to them.  He seems to have more control over what’s posted and for the most part, they are used to promote his work and his career and not his SO.  Plus they are generally in English and make sense and aren't the drunken gibberish we’ve unfortunately come to expect from D’s accounts.  And we aren’t bombarded with articles about how cool W is and you don’t have  C’s entire team trying to sell an ever changing timeline while pushing a couple narrative that seems to always contradict said timeline.  I still roll my eyes at it but it doesn’t fill me with the “FFS here we go again” annoyance that I get with D.

That god awful bar has been an albatross around D’s neck since before it opened and we’ve watched him waste far too much of his time over the years promoting it.  If its her life long dream, tell her to get off her ass and do the work herself.  He can't make the point that this is her bar any clearer.  If she wanted this so much, why didn’t she just open the bar herself?  Its not like she was busy with anything and her family is wealthy and connected, so what was stopping her from getting this off the ground?  Could it be that no one outside of her little stans would care that MS opened a bar?  No one outside of D’s fandom has any idea who she is - why would they - so that limits the pool of people you can immediately attract as customers.  But with D’s name and his fame behind it and with it being billed as “theirs,” all of a sudden, you have a huge base to continuously sell to. So the badass businesswoman gets free press for her strip bar while someone else does all the work to keep it afloat. She’s been in NYC since March and probably hasn’t even given that place a second thought, much like she does when she shadows D to events for weeks at a time all around the world. Such dedication.  And most new parents who take maternity leave use that time to bond with their baby and figure out how to keep it alive.  She was out and about in the city the same week the baby was born and has been spotted numerous times since at bars and late night parties and spent the entire Tonys weekend living it up.  July 4th concert at the capitol?  Babysitter in the hotel room it is!  She’s at the AB closing party making sure that she’s seen because the party wouldn’t count otherwise.  And like always, D’s SO is the only one who feels the need to make a spectacle of herself.  Its the same eye rolling bullshit we’ve been watching for the past 5 years, only now its even more obvious that her priorities are her and her siphoned “fame” because what kind of person so readily abandons their newborn for things they don't really need to be at?  The baby is a prop to her and an attention getter and I sincerely hope they are at least keeping her inside in the air conditioned hotel right now since the UK is melting and her safety is more important than posing for cutesy little family pics that are sent to and then shared by M’s promotional team.

#lather rinse repeat #nothing changes #anonymous

[not-a-font]

I love the dynamic between Mel and her mom because they are both the opposite type of villain.

Mel's the rich conniving politician/businesswoman and meanwhile Ambessa's the badass conquerer that takes names and slaughters ass.

So basically Mel is Elon Musk and Ambessa's Genghis Khan

#arcane #arcane mel #arcane ambessa #arcane analysis #elon musk #genghis khan #lawful evil #like opposite ends of the lawful evil spectrum #if this were any other show they would be antagonists #but in arcane Mel's a secondary protagonist on the Piltover side of the plot #and Ambessa's only there to be badass and highlight how much of a wuss Jayce is

[einsteinsugly]

Jacqueline "Jackie" Hyde (nee Burkhart) (born September 24, 1961), an '80s Woman...

'Cause I'm telling the truth, that makes me a bitch?" Claire Standish, The Breakfast Club

*****

Her Newfound Family:

Steven Hyde (husband; May 1982-present)

Rebecca "Becca" Hyde (daughter; born December 5, 1985)

James Hyde (son; born October 22, 1987)

Elizabeth "Betsy" Kelso, Katherine "Kate" Forman, and Cecilia Acosta (goddaughters, with Hyde)

Adrian Forman (adopted nephew), Hannah Kelso and Ashley Tate (basically her nieces)

William "WB" Barnett (father-in-law)

Angela "Angie" Barnett (sister-in-law)

William "Will" Clark (nephew, via Angie)

Reginald "Red" and Katherine "Kitty" Forman (adopted father and mother-in-law)

Eric Forman (adopted brother-in-law)

Other: Manuel "Manny" Acosta (former co-host of Wake Up, Wisconsin; current host of Wake Up, Wisconsin)

Location(s):

Point Place, Wisconsin (January-February 1980)

Milwaukee, Wisconsin (February 1980-September 1989)

Chicago, Illinois (September 1989-present)

Occupation(s):

Hair sweeper (for like, five seconds), waitress at Beck's Diner (former), intern/receptionist at Wake Up, Wisconsin (former), college student (former), guest co-host at Wake Up, Wisconsin (former), host of Wake Up, Wisconsin (former), host of Good Morning, Chicago (currently)

Interests:

Hobbies: Shopping, fashion, playing chess (with Hyde, usually), unwarranted interior designer (according to Donna), fixing cars, being a badass businesswoman, being a wife and mother

Movies: Pretty in Pink, Sixteen Candles, Xanadu, The Breakfast Club, Heathers, Dirty Dancing

TV: Charlie's Angels, Three's Company, Dallas, Dynasty, Cheers, Who's The Boss?

Music: Madonna, Blondie, The Go Go's, Bananarama, Fleetwood Mac, Paula Abdul, WHAM!, Whitney Houston, Debbie Gibson (sometimes, if she's in a sappy mood)

#that 70s show #that 90s show #jackie burkhart #jackie and hyde #steven hyde #eric and donna #my moodboards #becca hyde #james hyde #kate forman

[regicidal-optimism]

just finished reading your madoka magica au and OHHHHHUGHAHHAGHH ITS SONGOOD. like. extremely extremely niche I can't believe someone other than me has even thought abt this concept. It gets at the tragedy of it all in a very canon typical way that's not grimdark. and like I was prepared to giggle a bit at them qll being girls but it fr read very naturally bc of the au context while still staying true to their characters!! 10/10 I'm obsessed

do you have any references for how you imaging their magi outfits bc I rlly wanna draw some

thank you!!! I love these fucked up girls so much it is so important to me how dumb and teenaged they all are and I'm so so glad you enjoyed.

as for designs, this might get long so I'm putting it under a cut.

QUACKITY wanted to look like an adult, and had a 13-14 year old's idea of what that meant. Her puella magi outfit is a very short blue minidress, possibly with some sort of jacket covering her shoulders but still way more revealing than you'd hope considering how young she was when she designed it. After she moves out of Georgie's house she cuts off her hair and switches to something that looks more like the Las Nevadas skin.

WIL, in the puella magi AU, is not obsessed with Hamilton; that's a motif for a different sort of story. Instead, she is obsessed with Sailor Moon. She's dressed like a sailor senshi, with accents in navy blue and maroon like the L'manberg uniform.

PHIL, unlike canon Philza, is not going around in Kisuke Urahara cosplay. This is shoujo we're commenting on. Her puella magi outfit is a palette swap of Utena Tenjou. Motifs include coffins and water; when she was younger they included roses.

DREAM looks like she came out of a superhero movie. The overall vibe is that she thinks she looks incredibly badass and has not given a whit of thought to how any of this would actually work if it was real clothes and not a construct. There's a lot of black leather involved; it is only due to magic that despite living in Florida she isn't constantly overheating.

SOPHIE has not given any of this very much thought. She wears mostly black and white and it looks kinda like a sports uniform?

KARLA is into eyesore colors. Nothing else about the outfit is as important as the fact that it looks like a small child got into Stuart Semple's pigments. She's also into OTGW and broadly looks like a slightly quaint cartoon character.

GEORGIE is wearing something that doesn't look like a hero out of any genre but is incredibly pretty. It's probably more like a frothy lolita dress than a disney princess gown but that's the spectrum we're on.

CLEMENTINE looks like a teenage cartoon hero. Red dress, broadsword. She's not that complicated.

SCHLATT in her everyday life dresses like a high-powered businesswoman (she runs an MLM). However, she contracted when she was a teenager, and badly misunderstood the point of Wonder Woman. Her heels are high enough that if she were wearing real clothes and not a magical construct she would constantly be breaking her ankles.

Now, for people who have not appeared in the series yet but are so so dear to me:

TECHNOBLADE is a lifelong member of the Society for Creative Anachronism, and her puella magi gear is extremely realistic medieval armor; she has registered heraldry the details of which I can provide if you want them. She also has a sword and it is not her magic weapon, she just actually has a sword and knows how to use it the regular way.

RANBOO has Waardenburg syndrome; their hair looks like they got an emo split dye but actually it just grows like that. She has one brown and one green eye and coordinates her hearing aids to match. Xir magical girl outfit is black-and-white split down the middle, approximately the same shape on both sides but it looks like you stitched together the left half of one dress and the right half of a completely different one.

MINA, aka Ghostbur, is not a magical girl. She mostly doesn't wear Wil's clothes; she's not that into anime.

#it's kind of a definitional thing #ask #imaginary gardens with real toads #grace dot text

[seadeepy]

10 fandoms, 10 characters, 10 tags

Finally, a tag game I'm going to absolutely ace, pun intended!!

tagged by: @queerofthedagger (and I think @schitthappens, a while ago)

rules: List ten of your fandoms and your favorite character from each!

BBC Merlin — Merlin

Schitt's Creek — Alexis Rose

The Locked Tomb Series — Palamedes Sextus

Star Trek — Spock

House MD — James Wilson

Star Wars — Obi-Wan Kenobi

Mob Psycho 100 — Mob

The Sandman — Dream of the Endless

Leverage — Eliot Spencer

ATLA — Toph Beifong

tagging: @unconventionalcat @st4rm41d @blackandwhiteandrose @vanillahigh00 @januarium @paintedpigeon1 @zaharya @schweetheart @thewildmother @sspaz1000 (do my SC friends even have 10 fandoms? time to find out :P)

More yelling about my choices under the cut, which isn't required but I'm psychologically compelled to do it:

Merlin — I almost put Gwaine, but the thing about Merlin is... he's so kind despite his loneliness. He's so brave despite his grief. And his devotion to Arthur is beautiful, even when it's also heartbreaking. I love how much he cries, but also how much he cries and kicks ass anyway, which is something fic writers seem to miss a lot of the time. He's emotional but he's also very capable.

Alexis — haha, surprise!!! I love D/P as a ship so goddamn much, but Alexis' character growth is fucking unparalleled. Annie Murphy's acting choices are phenomenal — just watch KCFH to see how much of Alexis' persona was carefully manufactured as character-building, not Annie's actual mannerisms. And to go from a vapid socialite to a boss-ass businesswoman who is nonetheless very fashion-forward and still, at times, incredibly silly? I love that. I love her. More women like her on TV, please.

Palamedes — Another hard choice between him and Gideon, but my brain is locked in Sixth House mode right now. I relate way too much to Pal, and I also love him. A certified nerd who's deeply compassionate. His deep love for Camilla and his protectiveness over her, which is kind of hilarious considering his noodle arms and her terrifying competence. The fact that he looked at the Ninth House and decided they were friend material, when they didn't know it themselves and were actively hostile to the entire idea. He worked out the secret to Lyctorhood before anybody else did, and decided it just wasn't for him, thanks? Because he didn't want to do that to Cam? And (spoilers for later books!!!!) the way he's so fucking badass that he and Cam worked out another way that even Jod hadn't figured out??? Goddamn. Just call me Archivist Juno Zeta, because that nerd boy is my SON.

Spock — TOS most specifically. I hardly need to explain my love for maybe THE most iconic Star Trek character of all time, but I will anyway. Autistic and gay icon, hilarious dry wit, shining devotion to his captain. (If you're noticing a pattern with my favorite characters, no you aren't.) Science-y boy who doesn't fit in anywhere, but has people who love him. Also I love his banter with Bones.

Wilson — He's a bit like Aziraphale, where he's just enough of a bastard to be worth knowing. His relationship with House is so fucked up but at the same time he's a doormat to everybody and House lets him be MEAN and that's actually really important? Ppl look at their relationship on the surface and don't get it because they think Wilson is so kind and sweet and he is but he's also kind of a dick. Idk I just contracted COVID so I'm suspecting the rest of this post is going to start making less and less sense.

Obi-Wan Kenobi — I'm a sucker for characters like him. Kind and compassionate and selfless, but also hilariously sarcastic sometimes. Licherally the perfect Jedi, and loves Anakin so much but couldn't be everything he needed in the end. I blame the war tbh. I also love reading books from his perspective because releasing your feelings into the Force is some excellent mindfulness shit that we could all use some more practice in.

Mob — Mob is awesome because he's already the most powerful psychic. Like, that's never a question. The question is what will trigger him using his powers, what emotions he's feeling, and his own moral questions about obliterating other people with his super-powerful psychic abilities. And I think that's awesome! He's a lot like Merlin, really. Compassionate and really doesn't want to wipe the floor with you, but he will if he's forced into it.

Dream — hehe he's just so angsty all the time and I love that. Plus, galaxy eyes. I read the comics a looooong time ago, but I just bought one of the new collections and I'm gonna re-read them all.

Eliot — Okay Eliot is just. He's so. His thing about "I only use violence as an appropriate response" followed by immediately decking Sterling kinda sums him up. I love that he's so grumpy and "hostile" to the team but it's literally all bark and no bite because physically he would never, ever hurt them. But he will absolutely show up and beat the shit out of anyone else threatening them. Tiny angry man with fabulous hair. My beloved.

Toph — Yeeaaaaaaaaaaaa! I don't really need to explain why Toph rocks, but I love that she's a tiny feral gremlin girl. Like, a VERY angry ten-year-old who's out here inventing forms of earthbending that have never been seen before. She rocks, pun intended. And I refuse to believe she would become a cop. That chaos demon of a girl??? Nooooo

#tagged