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musette22 · 1 year
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chris evans & sebastian stan being adorable goobers 💘
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hoodieseasoned · 2 months
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why did i never post this ????
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ghost-bison · 16 days
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I saw a bunch of posts saying - what if Crowley and Aziraphale were female-presenting and Crowley was played by Catherine Tate?
And honestly I'd be down for it but....
What if Alex Kingston played Aziraphale?
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thetarttfuldickhead · 23 days
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And Jamie is getting better and better, isn’t he, getting closer and closer to being the best (not just of Richmond; not just of England; of the whole fucking world), and it’s all great, all fucking fantastic, only it gets into his head for a little bit, same way being the perfect team mate got into his head after his first call-up for England, and it starts to gnaw at him again, eat away at him again, every tiny little mistake (every tiny little thing that isn’t even a mistake, is just a thing that might have, possibly and in another world, been better), and he doesn’t let it show, doesn’t let it affect him, he works hard, chin up lad, gotta be good for his team, right, gotta be perfect for them, and mostly he really is all right, having the time of his life, yeah; on top of the fucking world because he very nearly is as good as they ever get, but eventually there’s an important game where he misses a pass or a penalty or a sitter and it happens to everybody, and everybody knows it happens to everybody, but it isn’t supposed to happen to him, is it, and what fucking good is he if—
And it’s the dressing room after and he doesn’t have even know how to fucking start but before he can say a word Isaac just fixes him with a stare, “No, bruv. We don’t wanna hear it.”
And in spite of everything that’s not fair, is it, ‘cause sure he made a mistake, “But—!“
And there’s Sam, who shakes his head and puts his hand on Jamie’s shoulder, eyes so very serious and sincere. “We are not your father, Jamie. We don’t stop loving you if you’re not perfect.”
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priestess-draws · 6 months
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Left on the cutting room floor
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agentplutonium · 6 months
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Have this small Milo/Sweetheart scene where their morning routine changes a bit (and Milo is more than happy with this (most definitely temporary) change)
Mornings for Milo and his Mate typically went the same. They'd be up first, putting on coffee and feeding the cat before sitting at the table with a fresh mug. They'd have their laptop out, organizing what they had to do for the day before decompressing with the daily crossword. Milo would wake up soon after, groggily shuffling out in his pyjamas after his trip to the bathroom. He'd kiss the top of Sweetheart's head on his way by, only getting a light brush as they were focused on what they were doing. Milo would make breakfast, putting food in front of Sweetheart and forcing them to eat. The battle wasn't as hard fought this late into their relationship, but it was routine to squabble over if Sweetheart needed to eat before work. Milo always won. Sweetheart would usually be out the door first, making sure to give him at least one goodbye kiss, and Milo was tasked with tidying the kitchen. The two of them would work on the dishes after they ate that evening.
However, this morning, Milo woke first. Of course, his internal clock woke him up not even an hour after he normally does. But Sweetheart was still beside him, and Aggro was at the end of the bed staring at them both. Aggro was never a loud one when he didn’t get fed, but he got awfully passive-aggressive. With a quick kiss on Sweetheart's forehead, Milo got up to follow the disgruntled Aggro out of the room.
Milo found the problem soon enough. Aggro was attempted to be fed, assumably by Sweetheart earlier that morning, but in their attempt, they did not open the can and just set it on a plate for Aggro. Milo let out a small chuckle. Sweetheart was absolutely out of it if they pulled off a stunt like this.
"Alright buddy, I see the problem," Milo said, picking up the plate. Aggro was stuck to his side every time he moved around the kitchen, watching him intently. When he started pawing at his pant leg, Milo tisked at him. "Hold your horses, I'm fixing this, it takes time you know," he reprimanded.
Milo set the plate down again, and Aggro was on top of it immediately. Milo huffed again, rolling his eyes. It was only an hour or so since his normal feeding time, the cat would have been fine. When he glanced at the kitchen though, he frowned just a bit. The two of them had gotten in late the night prior, and had mutually decided that it would be done in the morning. There was also a few bigger errands that needed to be done as well that Sweetheart has been stressed about getting done all week. Milo knew on a deeper level Sweetheart was not at the energy level they had to be to get these things done. If they were still sleeping then they needed the rest. He knew that.
Milo pursed his lips for a second, thinking things through. He won't be able to get all of the list done, but he can tackle the things that would bother Sweetheart the most. The groceries still had to be put away and organized, and the dishes would be overwhelming even with the two of them working together. It wouldn't take too long for him to deal with it.
With his mind made up, Milo got to work. He made quick work of the groceries since they had a pre-established system of how the cupboards worked. The dishes were a bit harder to get through, just because it was from the day prior, but he did it anyway. He was surprised he hadn't woken Sweetheart by accident during this whole ordeal.
When Milo was putting things together for breakfast, there was finally commotion from behind him. There was a pressure against his back, between his shoulder blades, and he couldn't help but grin.
"Good morning to you too," he said, turning his head enough to see Sweetheart wrapped in a blanket behind him.
"Mm," Sweetheart sighed, wrapping their arms around him.
"You seem still half asleep," Milo commented, turning back to the task at hand.
"Mm."
Milo chuckled, and Sweetheart just cuddled closer. He left them there, enjoying the feeling of them resting against him. It wasn't often that they got quiet moments like this and Milo was going to enjoy every moment of it.
Sweetheart's head shifted on his back, and they gave his waist a quick squeeze. "Where's the dishes?" They asked quietly. "And the groceries?"
"I took care of them," Milo said. He put his knife down and twisted around so that they were facing each other. "You seemed like you needed the rest. You were exhausted."
"Says you," Sweetheart countered, half-heartedly.
"Yeah, says me, you wanna know why? When you fed Aggro this morning you just gave him the tin. Unopened."
Sweetheart paused for a moment, looking at him. "I did not," they said, though they sounded unsure.
"No, you did. Woke up to Aggro plotting my death at the end of the bed because of it," Milo said, chuckling again.
"Thank you for doing the chores," Sweetheart said quietly, changing the subject. "You could have waited until I was up."
"You needed the rest," Milo repeated, leaning forward to kiss their forehead, hands cupping their face. "And I would do anything for you," he added, moving down to kiss their nose. "And, guess what?"
"What?" Sweetheart asked, trying their best to keep the amusement out of their voice.
"I," Milo paused to kiss them properly, "love you. Did you know that?"
"I think I did," Sweetheart giggled. "I love you too, you know."
Milo grinned, kissing them again. "I know, my Mate."
Sweetheart smiled wider gently knocking their foreheads together. Milo enjoyed the closeness for a second before breathing a sigh. "Come here," he said, lifting Sweetheart, "on the counter. I have to finish breakfast."
"I can help," Sweetheart protested.
Milo shook his head. "Nope, I started this, I can finish it. You can be a quality tester for these strawberries though."
Sweetheart sighed but did accept the bowl that Milo held out to them. Milo smiled, winking at them which earned him a scoff.
This was not how their usual mornings went, but Milo was not going to complain. Sweetheart was adorable munching on the strawberries, watching him. Milo would do anything if it meant he got to see Sweetheart relaxed like this once again. He'd do anything to see Sweetheart look at him like that forever. That adoring look he loved.
Milo shook his head, returning his focus on the breakfast he was making for the two of them.
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lvvender-fields · 1 year
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DL-6 on the mind
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nothingwronghere · 9 months
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im-basically-god · 11 months
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Thinking about ethan and leon (always)
Maybe they find each other in the Baker house, and maybe Ethan gets a little more help in his endeavor to get the hell out.
Leon ends up saving Ethan’s ass in a room full of Molded, and Ethan reasonably stays defensive.
Leon has to explain that he’s there to help, and even then Ethan’s just a tad apprehensive. They fight together the whole way, and maybe it ends the same.
Maybe Ethan realizes that he can’t trust Mia, and they part ways. It’s a hard time, and Ethan turns to the only person he can think to. Leon. And Leon is more than happy to help, listening to Ethan’s concerns and helping him through the divorce.
They spend more and more time together, and Ethan moves on. He’s happy he’s recovering, and that he has a friend. But he’d be lying if he said he didn’t want more from their relationship.
Leon is an observant man, and he’s very smart. He sees the way Ethan looks at him, the way he treats him. And he has to admit that he likes it. But he’s so scared he could be reading it wrong, and he doesn’t want to make Ethan uncomfortable.
But Ethan has other plans. He asks Leon out to dinner. Leon is taken aback at first, but of course accepts. They have a nice night, and Leon thinks it could work. They go on several other dates before they officially become a couple. And they’re both happy, thriving in their newfound relationship.
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As Ethan walks into the living room to see his adopted daughter, Rose, and his fiancé playing together, he smiles. He walks to them and receives a kiss and a ‘good morning’ from Leon that makes him feel all giddy. While he picks up his babbling daughter and goes to feed her, he takes a moment to appreciate his simple life. He has the life he always wanted, and for the first time in a while, he’s excited for the rest of it.
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umbrayon · 4 months
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lembas cum... one drop is enough to fill a man's stomach for nine months...
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chaosheadspace · 6 months
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Oooh for femslash how about Lucifer/Mazikeen for "Inspired by a photo from your camera roll"?
hello, hi, this is much too late for the femslash weekend and I confess I straight up forgot it with being sick and irl stuff, so hopefully you'll enjoy it regardless.
Mazikeen/lucifer "Inspired by a photo from your camera roll"
Okay, so I still had a photo of a poppy from June. Here goes. (Comic spoilers for Season of Mists ahead.) 
The sun is beating down relentlessly, the air heavy and thick, every breath almost singeing the back of Lucifer's throat. If they didn't know better they'd think they were back in hell. But no. No, that's behind them for good, and good riddance.
No, they're taking a walk in the August heat, because they can, because the club doesn't open until eight, because Lucifer knows that Mazikeen secretly sometimes misses her old home. Just like they know that Mazikeen would follow them everywhere, regardless of consequences.
Lucifer stops to pick a stray poppy from the overgrown edge of a golden wheat field, the blood red petals big and silky. From the corner of their eyes they can see Mazikeen scowling. Ah.
"None of that. He only did what I asked of him."
Mazikeen hums and Lucifer can feel fingers ghost over their spine, right between their shoulder blades. The scars to the left and right sting, but the soft touch turns it into a smokey, earthen ache, like a good whiskey.
"He still hurt you."
The possessiveness in Mazikeen's voice makes desire curl over the back of Lucifer's tongue, washes pleased warmth into their stomach.
"Yes," they say, drawing Mazikeen close by her waist. "And now we're here. Isn't this better?"
The fingers of their right hand caress Mazikeen's rough burn scar before dipping around to hold onto her neck and tug, drawing her in so Lucifer can press their lips to hers, insistently nudging her mouth open.
Mazikeen makes a hungry sound, grabs at the lapels of their red suit, hauls them closer. Oh yes, this is a thousand times better than hell; the heat of the sun is nothing compared to Mazikeen’s movement and fingers and touch. Once invited, Lucifer does not have to insist further. Mazikeen is not shy about taking, never was, and they have more than enough to let her take what she wants. To indulge her.
To be perfectly honest, Lucifer had forgotten what it felt like to tempt someone themselves, and even without most of their power, without their realm, it makes them dizzy. Euphoric. Hungry.
When Mazikeen draws back, her eyes seem huge, almost black. She licks her lips.
"We still have four hours," she says, her voice spiced honey, her right thumb caressing the soft divot next to Lucifer's hipbone.
"Lead the way then." A tiny smile plays at the corner of Lucifer's mouth. Time to let Mazikeen enjoy her own small temptation.
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bubzterr · 8 months
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don’t ask why gohan has so many things okay shhhh
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boykissr · 2 years
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ugh i hate tighnari and his stupid pretty face. i bet he has long eyelashes too. i hate the way his stupid soft lips part with quiet and shaky breaths whenever you press even the smallest of kisses to his ears.
speaking of his ears, i hate the way they're so big and fluffy and perk up whenever you speak. i hate the way they turn in your direction when he's faced away from you.
i hate the way he tells collei that you would love some of her homemade pita pockets as an excuse to both get you fed and so that you would be sure to strike up a pleasant conversation with the girl while she gives them to you. i hate the way he knows how to make your day in the smallest and most meaningful ways.
i hate how thoughtful he is and how he seems to know everything about you. i hate the way he gives you small things from his patrols that remind him of you- but he doesn't even give them to you directly! he places them carefully on your bedside table while you're away like some kind of creep!!
i hate him and i hate the way i love him so much it hurts
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angeart · 7 months
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is this something? this might be something.
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cervidaecorpse · 5 months
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Two Dads, their Son and the (sponsored) Darkness
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lghtyear · 3 months
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⁽ ᴿᴼᴳᴱᴿ ⁾       …     ‘    requested by @drtwat :         still accepting !    ⁽ ᴼᵁᵀ ⁾
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bag placed down with certainty , a firm and determined action as eyes look down at table . subject seems pretty straight - forward , an easy enough job . one she knows other could probably perform without her . it's why she's chuckling , head shaking just a little . " y'know , if you just wanted an excuse to see me , you could just ask me out . " a joke , evident enough from raised brows , grabbing gloves from nearby . " so , what are we doing today ? "
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