oh something random for Harley of @inabcck <3
let's roll the dice and we'll both make our moves...
He hadn't intended to be fully bewitched by her the first time he ever laid eyes on her. That golden realm of a bar, beautiful though seedy for all of those goons crowding the place, J barking orders behind the bar...she was spinning around that pole, entrancing Logan in her elegance in that silver dress. He'd wanted so badly to run his fingers through those curls, blue and pink tresses alike mixed with that platinum blonde.
What he did manage, a hand to help her down off the raised platform, she'd smiled and...his soul left his body.
Little did he know he'd end up hopelessly playing with what wasn't his. Between the bank robberies and drug heists, gunpowder lingering on his fingers while she used knives and means much more personal, it didn't take long to wonder. Want didn't dim, curiosity didn't vanish overnight but festered in the dark. Soon enough, the dynamic shifted, and sighs from his own lips in the dark became hers too, wrapped up in the sheets to explore.
Logan was never one to play with fire, never one to bite the hand which feeds him. But with Harley...he'd said goodbye to that early.
Sometimes they just languished in one another's arms. Logan showed her body the worship and adoration she deserved, losing himself when her fingers ran through golden strands in that way. Those legs wrap around his waist as she perches on his lap, where he can drag his lips over her collarbones, teeth gently bite here and there, just a ghost of a thing. Their precious secret.
In the flash of moonlight, maybe a candle or two flickering around them, there is no space between them: he can feel each intake of breath by her ribs expanding, each soft roll of those hips when she wants to tease. The tickle of her hair on his cheekbones. A soft flick of his tongue, trailing it up and up her neck to hear that sigh escape her as his arms tighten their hold, feeling her move with him. They gaze into one another's eyes and there's a gleam there, deep within. There she is...Harleen...in all her splendor, even quietly, she effects him so totally, he's lost for words.
Logan takes her then, those lips in his for a few tender kisses just for her. She'll become all of herself then, a quiet moan of his swallowed by those lips which know just how to hypnotize him. He knows now...he won't let her go.
playing like lovers do...
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do you guys ever think about how Wyll is introduced as an archetypal fantasy hero, but then it turns out he’s a warlock, who made a pact with a devil. Do you ever think about how Ansur is described as this fantastical dragon of myth, but then when you find him, he’s turned into an undead monstrosity. Do you think about how when Wyll does the right thing, he is punished to become more monstrous. Do you think about how as Wyll’s warlock powers grow, his spells get more horrific. Do you think about how Ansur was killed by his closest friend. Do think about how Wyll was cast out by the most important person in his life. do you guys ever think about Ansur and Wyll.
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we need to destroy the idea that girls should wear makeup. normalize bare faces on prom queens and flower girls and cheerleaders. no products at all instead of '7 product simple makeup routine.' no more 10 step skincare and regular facials and dermablading and gua sha just to be comfortable with yr natural face. i want to see eye bags on the funny librarian and acne on the swim coach and wrinkles on all our adult role models. i want to see a 16 year old girl that has never tried putting on eyeshadow. i want to see a 7 year old girl who doesn't have to go out and buy powder for her dance recital. i want to see trans women and girls everywhere to never have to wear makeup, regardless of how well they 'pass.' no more 'contouring to look masc' either. a post-beauty industry world is possible
reblogs are on but if you bring up the stage makeup point that i have addressed three times yr blocked on sight ☹️
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