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plisuu · 3 months

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a revelation.

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levitiquee · 6 months

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Cold outside.

“Levi, whatcha making?”

“Mm.”

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It was a question you asked him everyday. Everyday when you caught him back in the couch with his crochet tools, his hands moving as he looped the hook one after another. And it was a question he ignored everyday.

But you watched eagerly. Even without two fingers, how he managed to keep working so effortlessly and flawlessly was mind-blowing to you, because the last time you attempted it, you ended up with only a huge mess of yarn. Yet, he did it as easily as if he’d been doing it for years.

After the war ended, the two of you found yourself with these huge stretched periods of free time that none of you know what to do with. It was specially harder for him, living his whole life constantly working, never taking a second to relax. Work is all he ever knew. Now that it was all over, he was overwhelmed how absurdly long days are. Not that he actually minded, he absolutely loved having more hours to spend with you. But it was the feeling of uselessness that took over him. With his physical state, there wasn’t a lot of physical activities he could do to keep himself busy either.

That’s when you started experimenting. You started trying out things with him, cooking, reading, sewing (He was good at all of them) but surprisingly it was crochet that stuck with him. (Despite his initial protests that it was for old people and how it doesn’t suit him.) So, since then, you often found him sitting on the couch, fiddling with his yarn and hooks and whatsonot. He’s even made a lot of little household things and so, though he gets embarrassed whenever he sees you actually using them. You adored them though, they were beautiful.

It was only recently he started working on a certain something. Something he refused to tell you or even let you see it. And curiosity ate you up from inside, (Because what could it possibly be that he has to hide from you?), but you always gave up after trying for a few minutes, because first of all, the man was absolutely stubborn and pestering Levi usually never ended well.

But you asked the question everyday.

“Are you ever gonna tell me what you’re making?”

“Maybe. If you stop bugging me.”

“Is it for me?’’ You asked, grinning. “Is that why you’re shy?”

He never answered, only shifted his work a little more out of your sight.

You still watched him though. How could you not? It was such an elegant sight, the way he has his eyes all narrowed in concentration, fingers working carefully. Sometimes, he does this thing where he bites down on his lip, and you don’t think he even realizes that, but holy shit, did it get you feeling all gooey.

But then again,everything Levi Ackerman does has you feeling that way.

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“What’s taking you so long?” You called out, rubbing your hands together. It was the end of December, it only started snowing since last weekend. To say the weather was freezing would be an understatement, Levi practically had to drag you out of the covers every morning. And even now, all bundled up in jackets and sweaters and gloves and socks, you could still feel the cold poking your skin. You puffed out little foggy breaths, watching them as they faded away.

“You’re shivering, idiot.”

Hand clasped on your shoulder, turning you around. Before you even got to blink, Levi was wrapping something warm around your neck clumsily.

"It's cold outside." He muttered under his breath as an explanation.

You let out a sigh of relief almost immediately, soaking in the bundle of heat. It was so soft, fluffy, warm and…

A scarf?

Your hands reached out to feel it, and it was as you thought.

You looked up and Levi was already turning away, grabbing your hand and tugging you forward.

“Wait!” You stopped him, pulling back your hands.

“What? Weren’t you the one eager to go for a walk?” He turned around, looking at you, confused.

“But..” You trailed off, looking down at the white wool, fingers still feeling the softness. “Did you..did you make this Levi?”

Levi was silent for a few seconds, then gave the slightest nod, his eyes on the ground.

Your jaw dropped.

“No way.”

“...do you not like it?” He glanced up, voice timid. Almost as if he’s scared you’ll say no.

You stared at him in disbelief.

“Are you kidding?” You blinked, you were feeling so many things, you couldn’t even begin to sort them out. “Levi..that’s what you’ve been doing? This is for me?”

“You’re the one wearing it, aren’t you?”

You swallowed, choking on your emotions. Levi showing affection such way was so rare, but when he really did, they were always things you never even thought of. When he did something, he always gave his most.

You brought up one hand to wipe the little tears that formed on your eyes. “Oh wow, I’m crying.” You let out a little laugh. “I might start bawling,.”

“What the–” He frowned, reaching out to you but hand pausing midair, unsure what to do. “I’m…sorry?”

“Oh, Levi, it’s not that.” You let out a half snort. This absolute clueless idiot.

“Well, you’re acting weird. Did you like it or not?”

“I..” You inhaled. “Levi, you fool. I love it.”

And Levi exhaled, his shoulders finally relaxing. “That’s..” He mumbled, glancing at you. “That’s good then.”

And you stared at him for a few seconds, relief washed over his features. His cold gray eyes holding a warmth that was only ever reserved for you. The tips of his ear and nose were red, as it always was when he was flustered or embarrassed. There were flakes of snow on his hair, the night breeze blowing his bangs away from his face, ruining what was always so carefully combed.

He looked like an angel. Something ethereal sent from the heavens above.

It was so surreal, you had to pinch yourself.

“Ow.” You mumbled.

He was quick to grab your hand. “Now, what the hell was that for?” He demanded.

“Huh?” You looked up, still in a daze. “Just..” And your face broke into a stupid, stupid smile. You suddenly felt so unbelievably gleeful. “Just really happy.”

He wasn’t sure what one had to do with the other, but he stared at you. Unpredictable, always so. But it was so easy to make you happy. It makes him feel sometimes as though he doesn't deserve this.

Even after so many years of being with you, your smile had never failed to tug his heart. And suddenly, he felt like that young teenager he was when he first met you, when he couldn’t even greet you casually without stuttering over his words. Just as flustered, just as stupid, just as shy.

Next thing you know, he was pulling you by the very scarf, leaning down to press his lips against yours, trying to tell you all the things he never really had the courage to say out loud. That he was so grateful. And he wants to say thank you, thank you for staying alive, for not leaving, for giving him a chance, for always sticking with him, for giving him a taste of what living feels like.

And he's telling you I love you over and over, he hopes this is enough. Enough for you to convey how his heart feels because his tongue geys tied up everytime he tries. He wishes he could burn the words against your lips. Because he's always so scared that you might never really understand how grateful he is and how important you are.

"I love you."

You pulled away to breathe, stumbling out the words, exhaling out a cloud of fog. You looked up, wide eyes reassuring him you know. Reassuring him that It's okay if he never really says it, but you know.

“I love this and I love you.”

Levi gulped and nodded, hoping to let you know that he felt the same. Except he was a coward and you were not.

It was enough for you though. You shot a bright grin, cheeks all red. Giddily, you grabbed his hand, pulling him along.

“Easy.” He said. “You’ll slip.”

You hummed, waving away his words. “I’m never taking it off by the way.”

“Yeah sure.”

“I’m serious. And I’m going to show it off to everyone.”

“Uh-huh.”

And then you blabbered some more nonsense things that he couldn’t really focus on as he was more busy watching you and the way your eyes shone.

“I love you,” He whispers quietly to himself.

Maybe one day, he’ll finally be able to say that out loud.

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teehee-vibes · 1 month

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Agonized over the fact that when Chip reunites with Arlin, no matter how it happens, whether Arlin is dead or alive, corrupted or stable, preserved as he was or aged by time and magic… whether it’s a moment of joy and relief at a long-awaited reunion or a heart-shattering episode of grief because Chip is too late, Chip can’t even cry about it.

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miramelindamusings · 8 months

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The moment there is a bit of cool weather where I live, all I can think about is rumbelle. I've been thinking alot about Lacey too so here are a few of the sketches I've done :)

#rumbelle #ouat #golden lace #mr. gold #rumplestiltskin #belle ouat #lacey french #lacey x gold #my art #my fanart #digital art #A day of cold weather after all this heat and I'm thrown back to late August/September of 2013 #I've just watched OUAT and I am heading to my first year of college and the other first year girls are just as nervous but they're nice #and some watched OUAT and when season 3 started that September we huddled on the couch and watched the episodes as they aired #the cold makes me remember that first year watching OUAT in the dorms with those girls and how cold it could get in winter #after the first year we mostly went separate ways-not for any bad reason just naturally. I have such good memories of those girls though #we celebrated birthdays and holidays together-I still have the shirt of Captain Hook they gifted me #I hope they're happy wherever they are #I found OUAT and Rumbelle when I was discovering myself #those first three seasons hold such nostalgia and magic for me #on another note #Lacey was such an interesting character that I wish they did a little more with #I've been sketching some things out and little doodles about her #like who were her friends? who did she talk to? what are some subtle similarities to Belle but the curse distorted?#I can't imagine having someone look at me but want someone else and other people in town say who you are is wrong/incorrect #I've just been thinking about Lacey bristling at the thought and I remember feeling a little bad that no one really wanted her but Belle #and what about intimacy? perhaps Belle's and Lacey's preferences could be similar but Lacey is more overt about it #anyways just some things I've been thinking about lately :)#I couldn't decide with the golden lace pic if there should be lipstick stains or not so here's both :)#used refs for some posing and hand gestures

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baihujun · 6 months

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Don't do this to me...

Dick Grapeson

Martian... Melonhunter...

Raspbarry Allen (and bonus Lemon Snart)

OK I am done

#this hurts me. no more #waterhalon saga #dick grapeson #martian melonhunter #raspbarry allen #lemon snart #dick grayson #nightwing #martian manhunter #j'onn j'onzz #barry allen #the flash #leonard snart #captain cold #exhaling emoji #asks #my art

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the-californicationist · 3 months

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TF141 husband reactions when you come home with lipstick on you.

TW: arrangements prior discussed, established relationships, safe sane consensual, there is some dubcon though, so tread lightly

MDNI ever.

Simon “Ghost” Riley

When you walked in the door, the sun was just coming up. You found him in the kitchen, drinking a tea and working on his laptop, getting ready for the day. He peered over the top of his screen as you tried to quietly shut the door. You were still dressed in last night’s clothes; the straps of your heels unbuckled, your dress half-zipped, your braid a total mess.

“C’mere.”

His voice was more than a command. It was an edict. It was as if he was some ancient emperor calling you to the carpet in front of his feet and preparing you for his appraisal.

You were a bit nervous, but you dropped your purse on the floor and kicked off your heels, standing before him, complying.

“Did you have fun?” He asked, snaking his hand up around your knee, traveling north along your smooth thigh, disappearing under your gold, glittering gown.

You nodded, raising your eyebrows a bit. Communicating all sorts of things without saying them.

You have no idea how much fun I had.

She was a dream.

Feel the results of her affection, my love. I dare you.

Finally, his eyes locked on yours, his fingers find your panties missing, and in their place, a swath of soaked skin. Your come has painted your lips and thighs like a mural, telling the stories of tens of orgasms and almost-gasms, and all the mushy, gooey, honeyed activities in between.

Then, leaving you feeling empty, Simon pulls his hand away and studies his wet fingers. One of them comes back pinkish-purple, and he smudges it in confusion.

“Is that lipstick?”

You nod again, holding back a wide smile at the memory of its arrival.

He stands, looming over you, darkening the room like a thunderous cloud, and commands, lifting up the hem of your dress,

“Show me.”

Kyle “Gaz” Garrick

When you showed him her picture a few weeks back, Kyle had given you a sly look,

“I know what you like about her, babes.”

You rolled your eyes, playing coy,

“What! She’s nice. And she has good taste in books. She even plays the piano.”

“She’s got a gorgeous fuckin’ rack, don’t she?”

He laughed at you, cuddling you closer in bed, ribbing you mercilessly. And he was right. You couldn’t stop staring at her incredible breasts, and you wanted to feel their softness against your cheeks.

When you got your wish, he came to pick you up in the car, and Kyle had noticed right away.

“What is that, missus?”

He pulled down the edge of your shirt to reveal a messy trail of red lipstick that started at your mouth and disappeared down your chest.

“Naughty, naughty thing… You know you’ve got a hungry man at home who still expects to be fed. Hope you’re ready to do double duty.”

You shrugged, winking at him,

“She asked if you were coming with me next time.”

John “Soap” MacTavish

You couldn’t tell if he was asking because he wanted to know or because he just wanted to hear you say it. He’d met her, so he didn’t need to give you the twenty questions game, but as he suckled ravenously at your already-punished clit, he asked you anyway.

“What’s ‘er name again, bonnie? Hm?”

His tongue fucked your swollen, hypersensitive pussy with its soft, smooth form, slipping through your spent come and greedily taking it from you, lick by lick.

“Did she eat you like your man does?”

His fingers joined him, pulling an orgasm from you easily as his knuckles pounded against your core, sweeping upwards across your walls and finding the perfect spot every time. Johnny knew exactly where it was as if he had been born with a map.

You grabbed his mohawk, trying in vain to get some relief, but he was too strong.

“Tell me, lass,” his lips were shining like wet glass he was so soaked by your pleasure, “Did you make her lick you?”

“…y-yes. Yes, Johnny…”

“Greedy minx…”

Sitting up, he tapped his heavy cock at your entrance,

“Must’ve done. ‘Cause you’re wearin’ so much lipgloss on this pretty wee cunt of mine, it’ll look like she gave me head after I fuck you.”

Captain John Price

His fingers traced over the near-perfect imprint of her mouth where she had latched onto your breast. John’s other hand had both of yours pinned cruelly above your head, so you couldn’t wipe it away.

His bright, blue eyes studied your face, watching you as he explored your body. Then, he fit his mouth over her lipstick stain nearly mimicking her exact placement, and the familiarity made you moan deeply.

John sucked your nipple into his mouth, obviously pleased he’d gotten it right, and he continued to work you like a puzzle, looking around your flesh for lipstick-colored clues to lead him to success.

His belt made a popping noise as he ripped it from his jeans, the end of it biting across your naked skin as he did so, since he was standing right over you. He used it to tie your hands and loop them over the doorway, and you were trapped.

John found his next target, a stain on your ribs, and he kissed you languidly there, kneeling to reach. Another on your hipbone, and another right against your mons.

While on his knees, he licked across your clit, and you felt your whole body respond to him. You were still reeling from her earlier efforts, and he knew it.

“Did she take care of my pretty little pussy, love?”

“Yes, sir…” you whispered, quivering and swaying against the door.

“Did she use her hands…” he let his fingers dip and play in you just enough to rekindle your flames, “…or her mouth?”

He sucked against your folds furiously, then, eating you not like a man but an animal starved. He pushed your legs apart to get to more of you, sinking his tongue deeper than you’d ever felt it go. It writhed, warm and greedy, against your sensitive hole, tasting the evidence you were hiding.

“She… she did both… sir…” You answered obediently, hoping he was not done with your interrogation just yet.

He stood, towering over you with his huge, hairy body. He was so warm, and you could see the flush on his chest through his dark fur. John smiled down at you like a wolf to a lamb,

“But, no cock, hm?”

You lost what little poker face you had when you looked up at him, the whites of your eyes giving away your shock at his tone,

“…n-no…” You were confused, but you caught your mistake quickly, “No, sir…”

“And after I left you with all of your toys, too… oh, well. Guess I’ll just have to give you mine. Let’s show her what she’s missin’.”

He left you pinned to the door and pulled his fat, flaccid rod from his pants and started jerking himself hard, looking over to where she was laying in your bed, face-up, tied shibari-style to a whirring vibrator, drooling over her ball gag.

John took two of his fingers and dipped them into her, wetting himself on her fluids, using her as lube. Then, he picked you up in his arms, lay you flat on top of her, and fed himself into your body, inch by inch.

Your sweaty skin made you slide against each other. You kissed her mouth around the ball gag, sucking the skin of her neck, hungry for whatever you could reach.

As he fucked you, the vibrator would rock against her clit and yours, clumsily, but just enough to send you both reeling from the shock.

Then, he pulled himself out of you, and you wondered where he had gone, but when you looked down into her face, pupils blown wide with pleasure-filled panic, you knew.

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cosmicwhoreo · 2 years

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“NNAAOoooOOOOo!! You can’t ship them! They hate eachother!” Hehehe salty Gingerbread go *Gut-wrenching slurping noises*

#You will pry my Enemies to friends to lovers from my COLD. DEAD. HANDS.#I don't even care all that much about the game. I'm just here for these two sea scrimbs #I fear I might've been too subtle on my thoughts on them with my last two posts #so allow me to elaborate~#Cookie Run #cookie run kingdom #captain caviar cookie #black pearl cookie

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s0fter-sin · 6 months

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09 soapghost au, ghost was a member of soap’s unit before roba and they were together until he was taken. when he comes back and takes up the ghost mantle, simon riley is declared KIA and the hope that soap had let kindle in his heart that he’d come back to him dies. he throws himself into training, into becoming captain so he won’t let down another soldier the way he let simon down

then he recruits ghost to the 141 and ghost sees how much he’s changed, how much harder he is; slow to smile, never relaxing and he realises how much he fucked up by never reaching out. he’d thought he’d be better off without him, without the shell of the man he used to love but he’d done nothing but hurt him

after the close call with shepherd, soap wants to get right back into it, wants to hunt makarov down for almost getting his sergeant and lieutenant killed and ghost is yelling at him to just take it easy and heal first when soap snaps back, “i can’t lose anyone else! not again!” and ghost just rips his balaclava off, showing his face for the first time in years…

and soap says nothing. he just looks at him, completely unreadable. ghost clenches the balaclava in his hand, waiting for anything; even injured, soap can still pack a mean punch and he’s waiting for it, almost hoping for it… but he still does nothing. just stares

“well? c’mon!” he growls, stalking in closer. “let me have it! tell me how pissed you are! that i left you alone! that i ruined you the moment i touched you! that you regret ever fucking looking at me! scream, shout, say something!” until he’s leaning over soap’s chair, chest heaving

soap’s hand lifts and ghost can’t help his flinch before planting himself, ready to be struck, longing for it, to be punished the way he punishes himself-

soap’s hand gently cups his cheek and he freezes, breath catching as his thumb caresses the snake bite scars on his lip; feather-light and reverent. just like he used to

“you’re as beautiful as the day i lost you”

#i am not immune to the romantic scene of all time ft mr stoic how to train your dragon 2 #og soap is Young for a captain #like even if we arent given a canon age hes still like 30s maybe 40s if were pushing it #i dont know a lot about military shit but that seems young to me #so just soap who let himself become cold and focused everything on forcing himself to be better faster strong to protect everyone #until he finds himself as a captain of his own elite unit #handpicking men #and if he loses a single one it will be unequivocally his fault bc he chose them to be here #even ghost #this man that has no history beyond a few years of military service #no name no family even getting his blood type out of him was like pulling teeth #but sometimes #sometimes his complaints ring just a little too familiar #the way he holds himself tugging at his memory #even the way he idly flips a knife when waiting to be called in to interrogate someone #he doesnt dare to hope not when hope has never gotten him anywhere before #but then ghost takes the balaclava off and his walled off heart beats anew #coming out of my cage and ive been doing just fine.txt #we’re a team. ghost team #talk to me ghost #soapghost #ghostsoap #john soap mactavish #simon ghost riley #ghost cod #soap cod #ghoap #09 soapghost #09 ghostsoap #save post

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leonard-cold · 4 days

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on a father's rage

#leonard snart #captain cold #lewis snart #leonardsnartedit #thank u to softhe4rted for letting me use her post #and ig sorry for taking a year and a half to actually post this #**

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nopes-and-dreams-and-nightmares · 1 year

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Barry introducing Wally to the Rogues.

#Len has thoughts #on Barry and his mini-me #Barry Allen #The Flash #Wally West #Kid Flash #Leonard Snart #Captain Cold

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danothan · 4 months

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thoughts on coldflash?? just curious

don’t have fully fledged thoughts on them yet, but smth is going for sure.

for silly purposes alone, i like them a lot ^__^

#they are soo exes without dating and i love me that trope #coldflash #panels #barry allen #the flash #captain cold #dc #danswers #i also rly appreciate their mutual respect and unspoken code #idk if i read this somewhere or dreamt it but was there a flash + other hero team up where they swapped rogues?#and the other hero was trying to capture snart as per uzhe and snart’s bantering w him like he does w barry #and the hero is like ‘why are you talking to me i’m trying to put you in jail??’#and snart is like ‘i can’t believe the flash would be friends w someone as rude as you. at least HE has the manners to make small talk’#im 80% sure this was a dream bc in my memory the hero character is hal and why tf would he and barry swap villains #fun concept tho i can’t wait to read more abt him

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howtokillavampire · 6 months

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your honor, i swear it was going to be a 500 word ficlet. i didn't mean for the extra 4k to happen, I was simply possessed by a singular grain of genius and had to see it through

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nunnimushka · 1 year

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NSFW¿ coldflash

Full on my Twitter

#arrowverse #the flash #barry allen #leonard snart #captain cold #coldflash #dc #they are in love #coldflash make me happy u know????#i’m fuckin love them #barry handcuffed len #yeas its meta¿ handcuffs #sorry english is not my first language #artists on tumblr

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tiger-in-the-flightdeck · 8 months

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Leonard 'Cold As Ice' Snart: Huh. It's been almost twenty minutes since I explained to a murderer just how much Flash and I like each other. I better do something about that.

#leonard snart #captain cold #the flash #coldflash #like shipper goggles notwithstanding #this guy fucking loves barry #and will tell anyone who will listen #everyone else must have hated it when len was on the JLA #because he probably did. not. shut. up. about how amazing barry is #kal would be trying to microwave his burrito and jack frost's sugar daddy pops up behind him #so he's already prepared with 'Yes Len. I know you put ten grand on the last race between me and Barry.'#'I'm very glad that you knew that he was going to beat me. No I don't need to hear why for the thirteenth time this week.'#'Oh goodness is that the time? I have to go get a kitten out of a tree.'#green arrow starts in with his usual Anti-Barry stance #and gets backed into a corner by a hockey hooligan dressed like an ice pixie #who gets up in his face and makes him take back every mean thing he ever said about His Flash #under threat of having his fingers frozen and snapped off let's see you fire an arrow now you rich hypocrite

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spaceratprodigy · 6 months

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Do You Forgive Me? — [ Faith/Max 📿 AU ]

I always told myself, on those hard nights – you, so close, sleeping next to the man you were supposed to be next to – if you showed up, if you asked me to, I would take off the collar and go with you. Anywhere in the world.

[Referencing this scene from Midnight Mass]

Commission Info | Ko-Fi | My Links

#yes I keep this page of the script saved to my phone at all times leave me alone #I am cringe but I am free #you can pry my silly annoying self-indulgent lil AUs out of my cold dead hands idc #also happy anniversary to these two goobers btw :]#it's been exactly 2 years since the very first time I drew faith and max together!!#much love to everyone who has been so kind and supportive and adores seeing them as much as I do #truly the most special feeling in the world #<3 #my art #faith and max #the outer worlds #captain of the unreliable #vicar max #maximillian desoto

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dcmainlybillythoughts · 1 year

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So like what if Billy didn't need to breathe. Like we know Captain Marvel doesn't need to so what if that carried over to Billy but only in space.

He could still drown but he could be launched into space and be perfectly fine. The only reason I came up with this bullshit is because it would be really funny if someone just looked out a window in the watchtower and Billy was just floating in space with like a juice box or something

#i know this makes no sense #but to me it's like ascension #billy batson #shazam #captain marvel #dc #dc captain marvel #headcanon?#crack headcanons #ignore the fact that space is super cold for me

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