Need jing yuan to lay down on top of and crush me i think that would fix all of my psychological problems actually
He would do it, no questions asked. Jing Yuan is the kind of lover to just do what you say as long as it’s within reason, and something like this definitely is. Lays on you without a word really, just curls on top of you and ready to nap with a big smile on his face. Kisses across the top of your forehead and up to the crown of your head as he relaxes his weight on you. How comfy! He’ll nudge around if you’re not comfortable, but from the way your breathing gets nice and slow, how your arms squeeze around his middle before going lax, he thinks you’re doing just fine. It’s his turn next- he likes it when you lay on him, too. But it’s nice to be the one being held, too.
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My partner and I didn't do anything for valentines day but yesterday he showed me the trailer for love lies bleeding and asked if I wanted to go get drunk and watch sweaty grimy 80s bodybuilding women flex their muscles with the intensity of a werewolf busting out of its clothes. :)
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I just have a lot of feelings about Eliot Spencer managing to quietly give Parker and Sophie the perfect flowers for each of them in such a way that they would never suspect it was him. Just because he wanted to make them smile. And in the same episode he promises to cook for Hardison and knows enough about both wine and Hardison to immediately offer to help with his sommelier cover. And the whole episode starts with him just comfortably reading in the empty bar with Nate, quietly making sure the guy isn’t drinking by himself.
Eliot Spencer goes out of his way to take care of the people he loves and he LOVES his team and I’m simply never going to stop thinking about it.
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oh my poor sick little man..... he has a bad fever :(
i've always had a soft spot for sickfics and i like seeing strong characters get taken care of by the ones who love them most :) craig is making him chicken noodle soup in the kitchen, barry's favourite meal to have whenever he's not feeling well.
bonus: earlier version with ripped sleeves
i liked the thought of him being all snug in the only piece of clothing he hasn't ripped so i drew the sleeves of his jammies because it was cuter :)
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if i had an allergic reaction again will my friend appear to hold my hand again if i get really drunk again will they carry me home if i'm too sick to get up will she call me at 5 AM to check up again if we've missed a flight and we're stuck in city we weren't meant to be in at 2AM will he tell me about philosophy again if i make bad decisions will she almost slap me in the face and hand me a cigarette again if i feel lost will she share shitty kebab and tell me about her life again will we get to play poker together again
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𝗚𝗮𝗹𝗲'𝘀 𝗻𝗲𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲𝘀𝗲 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝗱𝗶𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝘀𝗲𝗻𝘀 𝗮𝗿𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗱 𝘀𝘂𝘀𝘀𝘂𝗿 𝗯𝗹𝗼𝗼𝗺. As Gale had stated himself, maintaining the orb is a delicate, and I do mean delicate, balance. By its nature, that rot-spilling thing branded within him hungers and feeds off all things Weave. However, it doesn't do to simply gorge it freely, and of course, starving it at all is out of the question. Before Elminster's intervention, in fact, Gale was perpetually gauging the depths of its hunger, consistently focused on its very fickle equilibrium and choosing carefully what artefacts to drain. Beside the blossom, however, that hair-thin margin is thrown right off kilter, and as the flowers stifle magic all around them, that means the closer Gale comes, the more emptied his orb. It throws him back considerably, hastening the severity of his body's failing. His blighted arm ruptures open, cracking from his shoulder to the tips of his nails, and in his throat, he tastes the stubbornness of tar-thick decay. All the while, the pain, the agony, is nigh on deafening. By all means, sussur blossoms don't simply stem Gale of all magic. Rather, these flowers send him hurdling back into whatever state he'd nursed in his early isolation. He feels like he's dying, on top of the crushing emptiness that leaves him cold, and he's every interest to keep a good distance away. With immediate physical effects, no one can wonder why.
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