#can we kiss?

[prolibytherium]

Getting tailgated in a winter storm is fucking wild like SORRY we can;t all be king hot shit of fuck mountain in goddamn Land Rover Defenders with 1000000000000megawatt headlights going 40 in a 20 zone in the midst of a blizzard I guess I'll just start horizontal drifting through red lights and getting in gruesome multicar pileups that kill us both about it

#Can we kiss?

[nyamadermont]

Eavesdropping

@flashfictionfridayofficial

#FFF 207 Can We Kiss?

Avatar: Legend of Korra

661 Words

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“Come on, Lin! It’s my birthday! You have to do what I say until the midnight bell rings in the tower. That was what you said.”

Kya folded her arms and harrumphed the way Aunt Toph did.

It wasn’t every day a person got to turn twenty-five. And she’d been gone for four years. Surely that earned her some consideration.

Her friend, however, looked unconvinced.

“Kya, I don’t think we need to be playing around up here. This roof doesn’t feel as secure as the one on the house.”

Kya just waved a hand. “That’s just the wood playing with your bending. I feel fine.” To prove her point, she edged backwards, closer to the pinnacle of the pavillion. Lin just rolled her eyes and joined her, though somewhat more slowly.

Out over the ocean, the sun settled quietly into the horizon. A breeze blew in, and Kya wiggled herself closer to Lin. She could practically feel the roll of Lin’s eyes as she lifted an arm so Lin could settle against her. They both pretended not to notice the shivers.

The cloudbank on the horizon darkened, and the tide lapped against the rocks far below.

Kya looked down, and noticed that Lin was dozing quietly against her shoulder. She gave Lin a light squeeze and rested her head against Lin’s.

“I haven’t seen Kya in a while, so maybe she went into town.”

Kya, very definitely not in town, woke with a jerk. In the circle of her arm, she felt Lin seize up. They pulled apart just enough to state at each other with wide, frightened eyes.

“Don’t worry, sweetie. She has been taking good care of herself. She is happy to be home, happy to share her experiences, and she’s stronger than I was at that age.”

Aang’s laugh was warm and relaxed.

“I’m not going to fight her, either. I never have been able to beat you, so I’m sure she’d wipe the floor with me.”

Even as she was fighting against tears, Kya saw the proud smile on Lin’s face.

“Fighting wasn’t what I had in mind, Aang.”

Kya and Lin’s eyes both bugged out at the tone in Katara’s voice. Kya’s blood ran cold, recognizing the clear implications of what was on her mother’s mind at the moment.

“No? Whatever could you mean, Katara?”

Kya slapped a hand over her mouth and instantly regretted the noise it made. Lin’s startle made her feel even worse.

“Can we kiss already? It’s been all day.”

Mortified, Kya was frozen in place and missed Lin’s initial movements.

She blinked, and realized that Lin was stretched out, head down, slowly edging back down the incline of the roof. With Lin about halfway to the edge, Kya yanked on her ankle. Lin froze.

Below them, there were no new voices. Or other noises neither of them particularly wanted to hear.

Lin pulled her foot away from Kya’s grasp, and scooted far enough away that Kya nearly fell forward enough to roll down from the roof.

“Did you hear something?”

The girls froze again.

“Enough, Aang. Kiss me.”

Kya decided they could move again. Maybe they could slip down from the edge into the tree that was just over…

Katara giggled.

Kya was so stunned by the noise, she slipped and rolled. Lin shot out an arm, but missed her hand. With quick movements, Lin scuttled closer and managed to grab Kya’s other hand, but her legs’ momentum carried her feet over the edge, pulling them both into the bushes on the outside of the railing.

After the crash was a merciful - terrifying - silence.

Slowly, the ground beneath the bush raised and tilted away from the pavilion. The girls tumbled out until they were both face down on the ground.

But when they heard something that sounded suspiciously like “... oh, Aang…” they hightailed it for the house.

Kya wasn’t quite sure what to make of her mother’s smirk the next morning.

#flash fiction friday #fff207 #can we kiss? #kya ii #lin beifong #katara #avatar aang #kataang #nyama's short fics

[betweenthetimeandsound]

Restraint

--prompt from @flashfictionfridayofficial

The restraints wrest themselves from my legs; I've stepped on hoarfrost on dawn, but they only liberated me in contrast to the paralyzing numbness which this bondage begets.

"Can we kiss?"

I tremble for a moment, my lips trying to find a song to sing. But the lyrics withered like a burnt incense stick--one with no scent, but all ashes scattered across the cherry wood of my wardrobe.

A little bit of honey remains on my lips. But I fear if I let it go, I will sever the last traces of innocence in a meadow, where I am myself in the middle of spring. Daisies bloom, but I hesitate-- to let the restraints go is to fall into the grass and taste a buttercup and grease.

I tremble for a moment, biting my lips to release my fears. I cannot.

#poetry #my poetry #poets on tumblr #poetry on tumblr #can we kiss? #hesitation #romantic #kiss

[theoriginalsapphic]

And we kissed.

For @flashfictionfridayofficial

Title: And we kissed.

Word count: 787

The years following the end of the Second World War, many speculated on how long it would take for the next one to break out, how long it would have been before a small flame would ignite into a blazing fire, a raging inferno that consumed the world.

In the end, to the surprise of everyone, it wasn’t our fault. An asteroid was about to hit the earth; that is what the weather channel said. When the night sky blazed in the light of blood, I knew they predicted the weather right for once.

A couple of my neighbors across the street are packing their bags and suitcases in a hurry, piling them up in their pick-up trucks and minivans. Where are you going? I want to shout and point out how gullible and stupid they are if they believe there is a way to escape the inevitable. I purse my lips and don’t say a word instead— hope is the last thing you lose, even after death.

She tightens her hold on my hand; I tighten my hold around her waist. All throughout the chaos the breaking news had unleashed over our small town, she has remained by my side. She also hasn’t shed a single tear; she had never been one for crying.

I imagine the world had succumbed into the panic likewise, but I haven’t bothered to keep up with updates— what would be the point, anyway?

I turned my eyes away from the burning sky and I gaze at her. If I’m going to die, I would rather do it while watching something worthwhile: her brown eyes reflecting the red of the firmament, her freckled, bumpy nose, the small slope between her nose and her mouth, —

“Can we kiss?” A voice that sounds like mine asks, but it couldn’t come from me; I would never admit that desire aloud. Except—

We are all about to die— what is there left to ruin?

She doesn’t reply back, at least not with words. She gently holds me by the angle of my jaw and pulls me in. One would think that the end of the world would guarantee a passionate kiss to match the high adrenaline coursing through our veins, but it doesn’t. Her lips are a velvet heaven against mine, and I can taste the ashes everyone has been inhaling for the last couple of days on her tongue.

People kiss at weddings as to symbolize the beginning of a new stage in their lives. People kiss when the clock marks midnight on New Year’s Day as to ensure that they will stay together for the rest of the upcoming year. People kiss their newborns’ heads as to say ‘you’re finally here’. People kiss every day, hello and goodbye, as a promise to always return to each other.

If a kiss is meant to be a celebration of life, then what does it mean to share a first kiss when we are going to die?

I wish you had told me sooner.

I wish we had more time.

I wish I could had loved you my whole life.

She lays her head in the crook of my neck. I lay my head on top of hers, drawing spirally patterns on the bare skin of her waist where her tee rides up. In the back of my mind, I wonder if we are going to be last human beings on Earth that had ever kissed.

“Do you think anyone will remember us?” her breath is warm on my collarbone, then damp with some of her tears.

People scare themselves their whole lives with the uncertainty of what lies beyond death. We can’t control death, but most people refuse to believe that anything could be up to circumstances and just sheer luck. Of what I am certain, however, is that we are ultimately connected to Earth: we die, we decompose, and we return to the soil, becoming part of Earth. We never truly die— we just become something else to support and nourish something else.

If the physical part that compose us persist and transform, what is there to say that it can’t also be our souls? Even when the world ends and I become nothing but particles and nutrients to fertilize the soil, I know my love for her will persevere through the destruction of humanity, the Earth and the universe itself.

“We will”, I rasp through the ashy air.

The sky turns a gorgeous golden of a thousand dawns we will never share, and we know the end is near. I turn her head and press my lips against hers, choosing to drown in her self before we are enveloped in the doomsday dust.

#flash fiction #short fiction #aurora writes #my writing #can we kiss? #fff207

[mrb1u3]

There are Flowers in my heart

They're growing thorns and it hurts

#And i won't see you again #If we do just by chance #Can we kiss? #Can we dance? #. #blu

[forgetlove]

had my first kiss

#um holy shit? #kissed a girl….. i rlly said #can we kiss? #and we made out underneath #a streetlight at midnight #holy shit #tumblr celibacy gif

[welcometohale]

Watching my favorite Christmas movie for the fourth time in 5 days after finishing my last final and crying in the work storeroom a little bit today

#🥳🥳🥳 #where are my dashing in December girlies at #can we kiss? #hale vents

[idfkman-1]

Brobrobrobrobrooooo ok so me nd my crush (well call him pup cuz he did the “:D” face while we were talking nd it gives off puppy vibes 2 me) remembered ME out of all of the bravo bucks he got he remembered mine and this man’s got A LOT of ‘em

Anyways this is what my friend sent me telling me she thinks he likes me

So now I’m ded nd v happi

O nd also he’s 16 turning 17 soon (in October) nd Istg pup is soooo so so very cute

Now that I’m looking at that -:D- again it’s not so puppy esk maybe it was just him but anywaysssss he’s really sweet nd talked 2 me 4 a bit while he wat having dinner w his family nd then after as well so idk he’s just hella cute nd I’ve never felt physically sick cuz of a crush b4 so I think he genuinely might b the one

#yandere #obbsessive #he’s so cute #obbsession #lovesick #can we kiss? #i wanna kiss his face #I wanna make any bad thoughts in his head go away #if he gets hurt I’ll kiss it better #i want cuddles #please #ily #l0ve s1ck #spilled thoughts #im not very good at this #I’ll try my best for u tho <3 #such a cutie #i luv him #pls watch a silli rom com with me @ 3 am while I play w ur hair nd we cuddle #let me take care of you when ur sick #nd just in general #i wanna love you #let me love you #please im begging u

[lazylittledragon]

so how about that durge

#tw blood #bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #astarion #halsin silverbough #the dark urge #durgestarion #if you know the song we can kiss on the mouth #this is ashe he’s a terrible creature #the bardiest bard to ever bard who makes astarion look SUNKISSED #he really said ‘if i have to be murder incarnate i should at least do it with style and panache’ #my guy killed an elder brain and several gods in heels and corseted to hell #fun fact: before i played durge. didn't know about the bhaalspawn thing #accidentally made the most bhaalspawn looking fuck i possibly could

[summonhouse]

WHO the hell has taken the gamesmile url. (checks) . why is it mature locked

#can we kiss? #btw shiould i make my personal blog gamesmiling?

[buggachat]

remember when miraculous ladybug finally decided to do an "adrien hangs out with The Guys" episode, like how we get scenes of marinette hanging out with The Girls all the time, but i guess the writers decided that the only way adrien would fit in an environment with a bunch of guys was if they were in a gay night club, and the night club was adrien's bedroom, and they were throwing around rainbow glitter and kissing each other and blasting The Village People so loud that it almost killed his already dead mother and

#everyone come get your bi-weekly ''buggachat thinks about Party Crasher'' post #''there is no canon evidence that adrien is LGBTQ'' yeah well try to explain the existence of party crasher to me #like why else would they write it like this #nino: hey dude let's throw a party at your house. GUYS ONLY!!!! #adrien: i dont understand the gender distinction but can we blast The Village People? on my special edition rainbow record w rainbw glitter #adrien: and can nathaniel and marc kiss me? #nino (nodding along): yes. of course.

[willgrahamscock]

Really happy that this year has been so positive for the queer community in terms of confirming a characters queerness on screen with a kiss so that the homophobes can't argue it. We had an ineffable husbands kiss and now, 9-1-1's Evan Buckley is canonically bisexual! Sorry destiel fans, your time will come, but then there are the fannibals. The ACTORS were told by the producer that the kiss that they had decided on together for the end of the finale, is 'too much' because their chemistry on screen is so homoerotic that kissing each other is not necessary because it is already obvious that they’re in love.

#like can you imagine being so gay that we don't even need a kiss #hannibal #nbc hannibal #911 amc #destiel #ineffable husbands #murder husbands #buddie

[plasticgrape]

*Coughs really loudly*

#adventure time #fionna and cake #spoliers #betty golb #betty grof #simon petrikov #simon and betty #I saw the new episodes and shit this out really quick #also can we talk about how they just left baby universe finn in the vampire world thats so fucked up #anyway i hope they kiss again #golb

[jaythenugget]

in some distant universe my dragon age lavellan and astarion are kissing on the lips

#khiel go get that vampirussy #astarion thinks he can manipulate him but jokes on him khiel is aware and falling for it on purpose #hashtag icanfixhim #what if we kissed before cazador's rotting corpse and we were both elves #ex-druid x a bloodstained killer is real #baldur's gate 3 #bg3 #dragon age #bg3 tav #dnd #astarion #bg3 astarion #oc art #dnd art

[petitelappin]

I want her to scoop him up so much. I think they would both enjoy it. Sweep the man off his feet, as they say!

#my art #digital art #bg3 #wyllach #wyll ravengard #karlach cliffgate #baldurs gate 3 #fan art #i still havent reached the point in the game where they can touch yet but once they can its over for everyone #the amount of times in camp im just like. we gotta go to karlach and remind her i/wyll want to kiss her #im sure the other companions must be sick of it #is this caption worded weirdly? its 4:30 and i havent slept bc theres been weird things happening loudly outside all night

[inkskinned]

you're grabbing lunch with a nice man and he gives you that strange grimace-smile that's popular right now; an almost sardonic "twist" of his mouth while he looks literally down on you. it looks like he practiced the move as he leans back, arms folded. he just finished reciting the details of NFTs to you and explaining Oppenheimer even though he only watched a youtube about it and hasn't actually seen it. you are at the bottom of your wine glass.

you ask the man across from you if he has siblings, desperately looking for a topic. literally anything else.

he says i don't like small talk. and then he smiles again, watching you.

a few years ago, you probably would have said you're above celebrity gossip, but honestly, you've been kind of enjoying the dumb shit of it these days. with the rest of the earth burning, there's something familiar and banal about dragging ariana grande through the mud. you think about jeanette mccurdy, who has often times gently warned the world she's not as nice as she appears. you liked i'm glad my mom died but it made you cry a lot.

he doesn't like small talk, figure out something to say.

you want to talk about responsibility, and how ariana grande is only like 6 days older than you are - which means she just turned 30 and still dresses and acts like a 13 year old, but like sexy. there's something in there about the whole thing - about insecurity, and never growing up, and being sexualized from a young age.

people have been saying that gay people are groomers. like, that's something that's come back into the public. you have even said yourself that it's just ... easier to date men sometimes. you would identify as whatever the opposite of "heteroflexible" is, but here you are again, across from a man. you like every woman, and 3 people on tv. and not this guy. but you're trying. your mother is worried about you. she thinks it's not okay you're single. and honestly this guy was better before you met, back when you were just texting.

wait, shit. are you doing the same thing as ariana grande? are you looking for male validation in order to appease some internalized promise of heteronormativity? do you conform to the idea that your happiness must result in heterosexuality? do you believe that you can resolve your internal loneliness by being accepted into the patriarchy? is there a reason dating men is easier? why are you so scared of fucking it up with women? why don't you reach out to more of them? you have a good sense of humor and a big ol' brain, you could have done a better job at online dating.

also. jesus christ. why can't you just get a drink with somebody without your internal feminism meter pinging. although - in your favor (and judgement aside) in the case of your ariana grande deposition: you have been in enough therapy you probably wouldn't date anyone who had just broken up with their wife of many years (and who has a young child). you'd be like - maybe take some personal time before you begin this journey. like, grande has been on broadway, you'd think she would have heard of the plot of hamlet.

he leans forward and taps two fingers to the table. "i'm not, like an andrew tate guy," he's saying, "but i do think partnership is about two people knowing their place. i like order."

you knew it was going to be hard. being non-straight in any particular way is like, always hard. these days you kind of like answering the question what's your sexuality? with a shrug and a smile - it's fine - is your most common response. like they asked you how your life is going and not to reveal your identity. you like not being straight. you like kissing girls. some days you know you're into men, and sometimes you're sitting across from a man, and you're thinking about the power of compulsory heterosexuality. are you into men, or are you just into the safety that comes from being seen with them? after all, everyone knows you're failing in life unless you have a husband. it almost feels like a gradebook - people see "straight married" as being "all A's", and anything else even vaguely noncompliant as being ... like you dropped out of the school system. you cannot just ignore years of that kind of conditioning, of course you like attention from men.

"so let's talk boundaries." he orders more wine for you, gesturing with one hand like he's rousing an orchestra. sir, this is a fucking chain restaurant. "I am not gonna date someone who still has male friends. also, i don't care about your little friends, i care about me. whatever stupid girls night things - those are lower priority. if i want you there, you're there."

he wasn't like this over text, right? you wouldn't have been even in the building if he was like this. you squint at him. in another version of yourself, you'd be running. you'd just get up and go. that's what happens on the internet - people get annoyed, and they just leave. you are locked in place, almost frozen. you need to go to the bathroom and text someone to call you so you have an excuse, like it's rude to just-leave. like he already kind of owns you. rudeness implies a power paradigm, though. see, even your social anxiety allows the patriarchy to get to you.

you take a sip of the new glass of wine. maybe this will be a funny story. maybe you can write about it on your blog. maybe you can meet ariana grande and ask her if she just maybe needs to take some time to sit and think about her happiness and how she measures her own success.

is this settling down? is this all that's left in your dating pool? just accepting that someone will eventually love you, and you have to stop being picky about who "makes" you a wife?

you look down to your hand, clutching the knife.

#writeblr #this is a mashup of like 3 dates i accidentally went on lol #by that i mean that i was out with a woman on a date in 2 of these situations #and a man just. joined us. and we were too awkward to say anything while he tried to ''date'' me #& one was a longterm friend that i was like. you what???? #like he's nice he's a doctor and my mom was SO happy she was like raquel think about it #''it's a perfect love story you grew up together and reconnected as adults and like the same things and he's friends with ur brother #and his sister is one of ur close friends!!!'' #yes but alas. he is a boy . she only likes girls. can i make it any more obvious #anyway im tryna write about like the force of male attention being actually incredibly ingrained to women like we are SUPPOSED to like it #it's seen as the only important thing #even if ur gay #and it's a nuanced thing idk #and while rn i i.d. as lesbian #like .... it wouldn't be UNTRUE to say i am probably like ''cusp bisexual'' bc i CAN experience attraction to men bc like . #sexuality is fluid... #don't tell straight ppl tho bc they do not understand the concept that ppl don't necessarily need a solid everlasting label #they're like GET in the BOX #if ur gay & in boston i'm 30 and pretty please come kiss me. #(i usually only date older ppl sorry in advance tho)