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tallbluelady · 7 months
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an exploratory kiss, testing the waters between them
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How sweet I roamed, or, rather, used to roam; once I was the perfect child of meadows of summer, but then the year turned, the light clarified and I saw the gaunt Erl-King, tall as a tree with birds in its branches, and he drew me towards him on his magic lasso of inhuman music.
Angela Carter, The Erl-King.
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bottombaron · 5 months
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"very small subset" but also one of the "most requested"
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canisalbus · 8 months
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IDK if I'm phrasing this correctly, but in my brain, Vasco is, like, the personification (caninification?) of an afternoon chilling on a back porch swing.
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#ah#that's adorable#I can totally imagine him doing that#answered#anonymous#Vasco#to me he usually conjures the feeling of being warmed by sunlight#winters in northern Finland where I'm from tend to be pretty rough at least for me they are#they last about six months or so#sun starts to set earlier and earlier until it gets dark before 2 pm#in december the sun barely rises at all it's like this brief moment of twilight at noon between two 22+ hour nights#it gets harder to wake up in the morning and your energy levels plummet you go into battery saving mode#polar night messes up your brain seasonal depression gets really bad#and the cold and dark goes on and on and you feel like you'll never feel warm or happy or properly awake again#but eventually it starts to veer towards spring and on one day you notice that the sun is shining??!?!#not like bleakly and weakly but proper sunlight with warm hue and capability to actually warm the things it touches#you've forgotten what it looks like when it's truly light outside#and it's the craziest feeling to see bright natural light it blinds you and pierces right through into your very core#being kissed by the sun for the first time in months feels unreal it feels SO GOOD#I don't know it's probably not that big of a deal for people around me#but I personally react to things like changes in temperature and the amount of daylight pretty massively#I like to think that Vasco is a first ray of sunlight hitting you after you've spent what feels like an eternity in someplace cold and dark
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brittie-frog · 9 months
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I'm so down bad for Maddox and Ashlyn that my three favourite scenes are:
3. The Redlyn breakup - the chillest break up, Red supporting Ashlyn going after Maddox and the most insane storyline of Red realising he's bi because he kisses Seb
2. Just the entirety of Maddox during opening night - having an existential breakdown over your love life that you break the sound controls and then just give up on your stage manager duties and disappear (probably to help quinn)
1. The confession - a scene I want on repeat: the explanations of how afraid they are of how much they like the other then the "should we just stay friends?" Before having such a love induced make out their just completely ignore Carlos being there. (Also Maddison giving up and telling Maddox to stop coming back to her when she clearly likes Ashlyn... my baby just needed that push)
I love all my queer children but these two are the wlw so I love them just slightly more.
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ssaseaprince · 8 months
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When the characters finally kiss in a fanfiction that I deliberately started reading solely because of that pairing, and yet somehow I'm still panicking so much that I have to close the page and can't bring myself to look at it and continue
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narusasuart · 1 year
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No no, I get it. If there's an accidental kiss in shoujou Mangas it's a 'romantic plot device' . But if it's Naruto and Sasuke it's 'for comic relief reasons' only. Obviously, yeah, thats entirely consistent.
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booasaur · 2 years
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Love, Victor - 3x01
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123pixieaod · 8 months
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Inspired by this godly post which unlocked a part of my brain I didn't know existed, and solidly gave me complete and utterly brainrot until I wrote something
A thousand thanks to Lily for her wonderful help :))
"Does Kelly not mind you spending all your time with me?" Daniel asks, because she's Daniel and once she's thought something she can't keep her fucking mouth shut, even if she knows it's trouble.
Max looks up, pausing his set of weights, and blinks at her. Daniel feels her cheeks warm. One day, that mouth of yours will run you straight into trouble, young lady, her mum used to tell her, voice firm. Good girls know when to keep quiet. Daniel used to just laugh at the warning. Her laugh is loud and the opposite of quiet, but she used to know that everyone always loved her laugh.
"No," Max says after a beat and then continues lifting. Daniel hates the way her gaze tracks over him, lingering on the movement of his muscles, the ease with which he lifts the weight. Tawny hair brushed out of his eyes, cheeks dusted warm from the exertion. "Of course not."
"Why of course not?" Daniel asks. She wants to sew her mouth shut. This time, Max didn't look over as he answers.
"Kelly's very secure, she's not like other girls. And besides, she knows you."
It's strange. When Daniel was seven and Michelle eleven, they'd gone rock pool fishing. Michelle had been crouched over a shallow pool of water, her finger delicately brushing the tentacles of the anemone. Daniel had been scaling the rocks, wanting steeper, taller, more.
She'd found the shark first, nestled high at between the rocks, and for a beat she hadn't known what she was looking at. Just details, but nothing collective. Rotting smell. Shrivelled holes where eyes should be. Scales of silver lightning. Rubbery fish picked clean. The flash of bone, pearl white.
Then she realised what she was staring at, and screamed. Her father held her while her mother scolded her. I told you not to go climbing! It's too dangerous, Daniel. Why can't you just be good like your sister and stay by the shallow pools?
And then, later, ice cream. Her dad, beside her, explaining the horror away.
It's just nature, Dani. The waves wash them up, and they get stuck there. They can't get back to the sea, and then the sun dries them out.
They drown on air, Michelle helpfully pointed out, her feet kicking happily as she licked her 99. Daniel just just nodded, ice cream untouched. Every time she closed her eyes, she saw the sunken holes, the rotting flesh.
She hasn't thought about that moment for years, but suddenly it washes back over her. She feels simultaneously both. The child, staring at the carcass, frozen in shock. The shark, burning up in the sun, chocking on air.
"What does that mean?" She asks, and somehow her voice is normal, is fine. She's fine. She's not a girl or a shark. She's stupid and a fool and a gawky, ugly idiot, but she's fine.
Max manages to shrug, even with the 50kg weights. "You know. Just that Kelly knows you. She knows what you're like. And she knows me too, of course."
Daniel swallows. She nods. She hates everything about herself.
"That's sexist," she forces herself to say lightly because if the silence stretches anymore, Max might notice and set his weights down and look at her, and Daniel can't bear that. She doesn't want his eyes on her, taking in every blemish and imperfection. The boyish, ratty clothes she works out in and her curls gone frizzy with sweat and her inked skin, so different to Max and Kelly's pale, perfect complexions.
"What's sexist?"
"Saying she's not like other girls," Daniel tells him, setting down the weights she been doing. Instead, she goes to grab the skipping rope, just for something to do.
Max laughs. Daniel's glad she's turned away. Her cheeks are burning again.
"It's the truth. You, of course, Daniel, are not like other girls either." He says it lightly and ends with a chuckle, as if it's all just a joke. Daniel drags a sweaty hand over her cheeks. Burning, burning, burning.
Apparently, in Max's mind, she and Kelly are the same; both not like other girls. Kelly, with her faultless makeup and wonderful daughter and classy dresses and perfect feminity. One end of the scale. Daniel, the other. Barely even considered "a girl." Always one of the boys, only woman in f1 for a reason.
"Thanks," Daniel says. She wants to make it sound humorous, like she's in on the joke too. Instead, it's too cold; muttered as if she actually gave two shits about the conversation anyway. She has an F1 season to prepare for, she's too busy to care about stupid shit like this.
There's a beat of silence as Daniel stretches out the rope, feeling the plastic flex and give. Then, Max exhaling, the gentle bump of his weights against the floor, the workout bench shifting as his centre of gravity changes. Daniel keeps her back to him, ignoring it all.
"I did not mean it as insult," Max finally says, stubborn. Daniel forces a laugh, turning to give him a smile, all teeth.
"Of course not Maxy. I get that." Voice light and blithe. One of the boys.
She thinks he'll drop it, but instead, his frown only grows. Pinched brows, thin lips, cheeks growing blotchy. Blue eyes regard her, intense and unyielding. She burns from the inside out.
"I've upset you," he says, in that blunt, genuine way only he can do. Daniel barks out another laugh.
"Don't be stupid. You're not important enough to ever be able to get under my skin." She gives him another smile with only teeth. She feels insane. Her mother tells her good girls stay quiet.
"I'm sorry," he tries again, growing frustrated now, "I did not mean -"
"I told you, you didn't upset me," she drops the skipping rope without actually using it. "Anyway, I'm bored. Wanna get lunch now? Or are you still trying to pump those muscle with more testosterone?"
Max gives her one last, searching look before standing. They're almost the same height. She wants to shrink to nothing.
"That is not how testosterone works, Daniel," he says with the air of an overworked teacher. He looks at her with a smile, uncertain but genuine. She laughs, allowing him to move the conversation on.
She walks out of the gym first but holds the door for him. He grins, relieved. His fingers skim hers as he takes it and she lets go. A chill runs through her. Cold like scales, cold like ice cream untouched.
Follow up here!
#whole lot of internalised misogyny to unpack here#in my head Daniel is looking like Tash Sultana in the music video for “Jungle”#Max just meaning :))) Kelly knows you and she knows me :))) and she knows we are both two good people who would not cheat :)))#while Daniel just going into an existential crisis of#:((( Kelly knows Max and I :((( and I am zero threat to her because I must be utterly undesirable :((( and not Max's type at all :(((#maxiel#girl!Daniel#for the first time ever lol#my fic#ending involves the tension between them growing and growing#and Kelly watches them share a podium and sees the way Max wraps his arm around Daniel's shoulder and hugs her tightly#and the way Daniel laughs so happily and loudly everyone can hear her#and suddenly Kelly realises she had been wrong and Daniel was a threat#and basically gives Max an ultimate to choose one of them and stop all contact with the other#somehow Daniel finds out and just locks herself away from the world during summer break because it's not even a question who max will pick#and their story ends with Max knocking on her door with looking annoyed with a bunch of drooping flowers#and before Daniel can even say anything he's stepping into her apartment and getting a vase from her cupboard#while complaining about how he ordered the flowers that morning but the florist fucked up his order and of course the flourists in the#Netherlands are much better and soon he will take Daniel there and pick proper flowers like tulips for her#she stares at him in pure disbelief and then starts to laugh. and Max looks over and laughs too and they're still smiling when they kiss#:)))))#apologies but I'm a sucker for a soppy cliched ending lol
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dent-de-leon · 5 months
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every day I am in Agony over the fact that widomauk is the first kiss of the campaign, Caleb kissed Molly back in the very end, the literal last scene between King and Caleb is them flirting and King is still so utterly enamored with his Magician, and I just wish...there was any mention of those feelings in the wrap up or a q and a or anything. Absolutely begging Taliesin to tell us what Molly/King feels for Caleb--why he chose to make King's last moments on screen him being explicitly attracted to Caleb, and whether we will ever get to see him revisit those feelings one day...
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hyakunana · 2 years
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Just some lighting testing and practice...
— I say as an excuse to work again on some sketches I made before
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dishsaop · 24 days
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does anyone have recommendations for fictional media that has like. actual lesbians in it. not like supergirl Two White Skinny Girls, One Blonde and One Brunette Kiss media, or "its implied lesbianism!!!" but just regular fucking lesbians
#i say lesbians but i guess i mean sapphic#im just like. tired of gnawing#and of men also. sorry men in my life i love you but on god if i have to pretend one more man is butch just to get#content that isnt m/m or m/f im going to turn into a horse and run into the wilderness until im saved from the glue factory by a plucky#young woman except instead of letting her have her formative summer where she trains me and bonds w me and wins a competition w me#im going to commit horse suicide in front of her & change her life forever. just because im so tired of bland CW-marketable women kissing &#digging for scraps in a refuse bin while brushing aside 7002993829292929939292929399394 gay and het romances#m text#i will also take nonfictional lesbians if its like a story#not to be whiny on main but one of the hardest hurdles i had to jump wasnt realizing i was a lesbian. i came out to myself and to friends a#lesbian multiple times. but i would always walk it back when a friend would express doubt or a male friend would ask me out#bc i dont and especially then didnt know very many lesbians in person. and so i had to turn to examples#and all i fucking had were fictional women who liked men. or fictional lesbians who were so cleaned and sanitized and prettified#(you all know what i mean right. the 2 skinny white girls one blonde one brunette. im not crazy right)#and i would be like. i dont feel things when i look at these fictional lesbians so i guess i belong back here#(this is also bc my gender ended up being fuckier than i realized but shhhhh)#I WAS GOING SOMEWHERE WITH THESE TAGS but theyre too long and im lost.#anyway the point is if people werent so fucking weird abt fictional or onscreen lesbians maybe thered be a lot more people comfortable bein#out as lesbian#like sorry but this awful ouroboros of 'all lesbians onscreen have to be cute and sanitized' meaning that people write and believe wlw has#to be cute and pure and sanitized (OR a 'badge of honor' bc good for u u doodled two women together or had it as a background in ur fic)#meaning that therefore all portrayals of lesbianism continue to be like this. is just#and im also gonna be honest theres probably a lot of good sapphic media im just in the wrong circles to have stumbled into lol. so#yknow. personal viewer bias here#but i still like swing wildly between overly brandishing my dykeness as a badge to feel like im proving im lesbian#and like. backing up under a blanket bc i dont wanna be weird or annoying or freak people out#but if people just Saw Normal Ass Lesbians. aough.#im going to watch revolutionary girl utena one of these days even if i struggled w the writing style the first few episodes#I JUST WANNA SEE AN OLD BUTCH ONSCREEN GET SOME PUSSY.#like it also doesnt help im mostly femme4butch so seeing 2 femmes on screen is like. okay cool so what. but only femmes are 'marketable'
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bisexualelphie · 4 months
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julie about daniel: "my heart is racing, the world nearly stops, i lose control when i'm around you" "could there be a future for something between the two of us?" "our chemistry is explosive" "my body's going crazy, i don't know what's wrong with me" "i don't care about logic, i want the magic of love"
daniel about julie: "how it hurts to know that the end came so suddenly and i didn't have time to prove to you that i could be your greatest secret" "could it be that if i close my eyes, you will appear here?" "the closer i get, the less i can bear the fact that i can't touch you" "i want to see your smile and remember you here. you are the sun to me"
daniel and julie when félix and martim confront them about these lyrics: honestly, i don't remember; i was probably fucked up. yeah, i was crazy back then, uheaughhsh---
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lizzibennet · 1 year
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the thing about each pjo book is that each of them is uniquely the best in what it sets out to do. each is so monumental in what the story ends up amounting to, picking a favorite is almost like pointless. you could not have all 5 work so well if one was missing
#tlt introduces the world and the main trio and the main antagonist#fun adventure in wacky world. normal#som piggybacks off the already established status quo of the world (fun wacky adventure) and builds relationships upon it#explores characters more. more introspection from percy and a lot raised (and answered) about annabeth#plus solidifying percy's bond w grover#ttc was my least fav for a long time because it just felt like idk off#and i now think it's bc it's where the story pivots a bit and becomes more serious#it's still v much haha fun adventure bc it's children's lit after all. but it is once again meant to solidify#percy's bond w annabeth; percy's devotion to chb and his feelings towards the prophecy#as well as being the climax of thalia's character and kind of settling the fact luke really is evil and doing some real shit#exemplified by the fact this is the first book where protags die#and thalia pretty much kills luke. like he doesn't die but she couldn't have known he wouldn't die#so percy now REALLY has an idea of what he's up against#notice how the following two books really couldn't have happened w/o this kind of certification from him#botl is like. AHHHHHHHHHH it is my fav for a reason#i just really love how it doesn't lose the footing w the pace and the fun hijinks but still manages to deepen the relationships between#the characters#especially with the focus on percy's feelings towards nico and annabeth's towards luke#like *chef's kiss* that book is so fucking good please#and with a foundation so strong there really was no way tlo could have been bad lmao#but still the fact the book takes time from Teh Final Confrotation vibes of it all#to make a point to show percy going back to his mom's. luke going back to may's. hestia's presence in the middle of all of it#rick was like this series has a theme and i will show it to you NAOW#and the action scenes in this one??? UNPARALLELED. tlo and botl the most riveting to read#if you remove one of them the story stops making as much sense!!#(i can hear you all going yeah like every other book series and NO. esp ya/childrens lit has SO MUCH filler)#ME? pjoposting in 2023? it's more likely than you think#pjo
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try-set-me-on-fire · 11 months
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I tried to do the character sorter but then it made me pick between Chris and Buck and the psychic damage was too great
#i’m fragile#the concept of someone having to choose between the two of them in any context was too much for me#that said great angst opportunity#it’s not trapped dads at all it’s trapped Chris and Buck#and Eddie and Buck both know who Eddie is choosing#bucks fine with it Eddie is NOT fine with it#but he’s going to save his kid#and like Chris is there they can’t act scared they can’t say anything#he promises#he Promises to come back for Buck. you have to hold on. I’m coming back for you#and partially that’s to get Chris to leave him#Chris is fighting tooth and nail not to leave his Buck#but they have to go#and even if he gets Buck out fine too Eddie has to live with having had to make that choice#and he and Buck can fight about it because Buck is like I don’t understand it was the right choice#don’t you ever fucking pick me over chris#and eddie wouldn’t!#but fuck you for making him choose!#and then they kiss about it or whatever#angrily at first but Eddie’s a wreck so then it’s like a gross wet crying kiss#then bucks just holding him#eddie quietly says I know you’d choose him too#but can you honestly tell me it would be easy to leave me behind? it wouldn’t tear you in fucking half?#and… oh…. Buck gets it more now……#he’d been thinking about saving chris. he hadn’t been thinking about losing eddie#about eddie losing him#they kiss again softer now#this is probably in a hospital cmon we love hurt comfort here bucks roughed up#they’re having this fight very quietly because chris is asleep a foot away on a couch#it’s ok. soon they’ll all get to go home together. it will be ok
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thegreatyin · 5 months
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Shuddering, sighing pants echo in their ears, viscera-laced teeth scraping harshly against curving and trembling bone. They shiver, flinching as their tormentor clutches their chin, forcing their eyes up to his own.
"There's no need to look so scared, little bird." the King of Demons purrs. "It's only a bite."
They dig their claws into dirt. Bloody, rotten, horrible, horrible-
A breath. A gasp, as his tail clips against their opened maws.
"Just get it over with," they finally croak, "haven't you done enough as it is?"
Paimak tips his head, as though considering the notion. He flutters his wings. His spine arches, stomach settling across their chest like a living flame. His teeth scratch against their feathers. He speaks as though earnestly considering the notion. "Quite frankly, little bird, I don't think I've done enough."
"I said. Get it over with."
Their hand burns. They catch themselves wondering if his does too.
"Little bird, little bird…" Paimak hums more so to himself than to any other, trailing his hands along their neck, tracing the joints and edges where magic sparks inside their soul. "Am I not allowed to enjoy this?"
He clicks his tongue. It's like he's reprimanding a child. His jaws caress their shoulders, fingers walking a trail up to their horn, grasping and worshipping at their halo. "What a feast you are." the King remarks further. "What a feast, what a feast."
"King Paimak," The Authority of Angels finally exhales, "bite me, or I'm calling this business off and ending you once and for all."
Golden slits admire their face. "Well. That's not very romantic, now is it?"
Their mouths open into the beginnings of a snarl. His tail bats between their thighs, and they consider making that a-
Bite.
His fangs pierce their neck. A spark of pain jolts through their throat, and they choke and gasp on their own lungs. Their hands dart to sink their grip into Paimak's back, etching scars into his wings, legs thrashing in a desperate attempt to break free of the demon's grasp.
He leans deeper. Sinks deeper. Reguel speaks, tries to protest, tries to sing, but all that comes out is a wanton call of desperation. Their neck runs over with velveting purple hues. Their head pounds. King Paimak pushes back, pressing their head harshly against the ground, and they barely remember to moan.
One second. Two. Something coils itself around their waist. They keen against it, blabbering and shaking. Their thoughts feel slow, sluggish, treading through darker mud than the blood still coating their hands all these years later. Their eyes grow heavy. They loosen their grip, muttering incoherent names and staring at lights popping in and out of their vision.
One minute. They can't breathe. King Paimak sinks deeper. The ground under their head starts to feel wet, warm. They babble mindlessly, shifting to pull away, but he digs his claws into their shoulders and buries them right where they are.
"Paimak," they finally whisper, feverish and delirious, "can't- can't-"
Golden eyes meet sluggish purple. A grotesque slurch, damp with blood and gore, and he finally pulls away.
Something damp presses against their neck, lapping up the blood like a stray dog. Reguel can only mumble, clumsily pressing their hands against his neck, trying to hold him there.
"Little bird." a laugh. He sounds even worse off than they are. "Little birdie…"
"Mmph." they sing helpfully in reply. "Ehhph?"
"Little birdie." Claws clutch their cheeks, forcing their limp body up as he languishes against what little remains of their throat. "Little birdie. Little birdie. Do you know what you taste like?"
They're pretty sure they're supposed to say something- a word, perhaps- but all that escapes them is an incoherent slur of noises and purrs.
"Creation." their eyes focus long enough to see the King- pupils blown wide, cheeks flushed with gold, movement dazed and incoherent. "You taste like Creation itself."
"Oh." Reguel drools. "Good."
Their eyes slide shut. A small thud, just beside them, and the world fades away into oblivion.
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booasaur · 2 years
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Dynasty (2017) - 5x09
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