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hiking in iceland

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One more before Monday.

Do yourself a favor and listen to this song while looking at this… 

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Happy pride month!

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Infinity goes both ways (and so do we)

Angela was exhausted and filthy when they got back to the cabin. Kirk was gone, but they'd saved Dani, somehow. Angela was all instinct and somehow she'd been right. Brennan couldn't explain it, couldn't account for it.

Booth said goodnight and went back to the hotel. Neither of them noticed, worn down by the long days of anxiety.

Angela hadn't cried. She sat on a chair, a boot still on one foot, as though she'd given up partway through removing them. Brennan removed hers and knelt by Angela, undoing the buckles and zips and laces. Her khaki pants were red with dirt, her white tank sweaty and dusty too.

She was gorgeous.

Brennan knew this intellectually but she'd never noticed it so viscerally before. Exhausted, grieving, filthy, her hand resting on Brennan's skull and digging in under her hair to rub her scalp, then the back of her head, her neck, where she held her tension.

Brennan closed her eyes and rested her head against Angela's knee for a moment, felling small and safe and loved. She knew that if she'd gone missing in the desert Angela would have fallen rather than leave the red dirt alone.

"What do you need?" Brennan asked finally, Angela's fingers gently stroking through her hair.

"A shower," Angela groaned. "No, a bubble bath, but I'll settle for a shower."

"You did good work today," Brennan told her. "You saved a life all on your own."

"I wasn't on my own," Angela said mysteriously, then discarded her filthy tank top. She stood and shucked off her pants; the cabin was close quarters, but even so.

Brennan looked away and stood.

"How much water is there?" Brennan asked practically.

"I'll be quick," Angela said, but it wasn't the answer Brennan had been looking for.

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Angela was quick, and she dressed in the same kind of clothes when she came out - a white tank (clean) and soft exercise type pants, the stretchy kind that clung to her hips.

Brennan licked her lips and looked away.

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Angela was curled on the folded out bed when Brendan came out. She watched Brennan dress with a blank face, and it scared her. Angela was always so expressive. Brennan sat next to her and reached out tentatively, resting her hand on Angela's back.

"What do you need?" Brennan asked softly. Angela rolled over to face her, and Brennan's hand ended up, somehow, on Angela's breast.

It was soft, beneath the thin cotton. Angela hadn't noticed so Brennan moved her hand down to Angela's ribs.

"What are you offering?" Angela asked, her voice low and serious.

"What do you need?" Brennan asked again, and Angela sat up slowly, considering Brennan like a piece of art. She traced the line of Brennan's jaw with her finger, then the curve of Brennan's lips, meeting Brennan's eyes.

There was desolation there, grief and regret. But there was also respect and love and something else, something intense.

"What are you offering?" Angela asked again, and this time Brennan understood.

She understood what Angela needed.

She closed the distance between them quickly, kissing Angela, who had soft lips and tasted nice.

"I want to forget," Angela mumbled against Brennan's throat. "I want to feel safe and loved."

"I don't know if I can manage that," Brennan said dubiously, but Angela chuckled.

"You already do," Angela told her, her eyes soft and gentle laughing at her. Not in mockery, but out of affection.

"Oh."

It was slow, slower than Brennan would have expected if she'd expected this. Angela was so impulsive and passionate, but she took her time with Brennan. Brennan wasn't used to so much attention; men typically sought one thing from her but Angela wanted everything, gave everything. Without cotton in the way, her breasts were even softer, even nicer.

Brennan had never considered herself as gay or even bisexual. She had trouble relating to or forming connections with women. With men, once she could prove she was mentally superior, she'd won. But with women there was an underlying unspoken code, something Brennan couldn't read or fit into.

Angela had never tried to make her for. She'd taken Brennan at face value, but she'd always seen so far beneath too.

Brennan had liked other women's bodies, but not enough to engage in social niceties with them for long enough to get access to them.

Angela kissed her again, her teeth finding Brennan's lips and tugging it gently before her mouth dropped to Brennan's throat, making her moan, caressing Angela's breast.

"You don't..." Angela pulled back, flushed and breathless. Her temperature was slightly raised, and her nipples were hard, her breasts plump with bytracked blood. "You don't have to. I'll be okay. If you don't want to, I know you don't like women."

"I don't like women," Brennan admitted. "But I also like men. I like you."

"I like you too," Anglea said shyly, half-baked in lamplight, her dark skin almost glowing. Brennan kissed her first this time, reached for Angela's pants, laughing as Angela struggled out of them. Angela huffed and reached for Brennan's track pants, pulling them off in one practiced move.

From there it was easy. Brennan found she had instincts of her own, and enough time to analyse Angela's body to find multiple ways to satisfy her. Skin against skin, and Angela's skin was so soft and luxurious, her hips and torso deliciously padded, nothing hard or harsh about her. Just soft kisses, soft bodies, soft touching. Angela ran her fingers through Brennan's hair as she lowered her mouth to the warmest part of her, and Anglea made eye contact right as Brennan made contact too, the look in her eyes almost overwhelming with affection.

"You're crying," Angela accused her later. Brennan wanted to deny it but when she touched her cheeks they were wet.

"So are you," Brennan pointed out, and she kissed a tear away from Angela's cheek.

"I always cry when something beautiful happens," Angela said lowly, but she let herself be held against Brennan, let herself sob against Brennan's bare chest while she coddled her the way she wished she'd been held and loved as a child, always too afraid to ask. Angela had done the same for her, without asking what Brennan had needed, and Brennan wouldn't have expected to need this.

It had been welcome, and it haf been beautiful, and she loved Angela with everything she had within that could love.

But she wasn't in love with her. She had no romantic feelings for her; she loved her exactly as she was, as a friend, as a lover she'd taken once.

"You're lovely. Thank you." Angela nuzzled into Brennan, her body warm and comforting where it lay over Brennan. Brennan never stayed the night, but this was different. It wasn't just sex, and it felt like there were no expectations for a relationship. It was just them, comforting each other after a very hard day.

Brennan dated infrequently and didn't get attached. She was attached to Angela in a different way. Angela was the same but opposite; she dated frequently but remained unattached. She let her fingers trail over Angela's skin - so soft and smooth, so dark against her own, so gorgeous in the lamplight. It was like they were at an impasse, at a crossroads. Brennan couldn't lose Angela. She needed her too much. She loved her too much.

But that was a problem for the morning.

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When Brennan woke, Angela was propped on one elbow, looking down at her.

Angela stroked her cheek and leaned down to kiss her, none of the passion of last night, just a gentle tenderness and affection that made Brennan ache in ways she hadn't the night before. In her chest.

"Amazing as that was - and it was amazing -"

"I know," Brennan said shortly, because she knew all the reasons why they wouldn't work, and she'd only just realised some part of her wanted this to work. "We're friends."

"Sweetie..."

"I know. I agree."

"Okay," Angela said, but she kissed Brennan again, all soft and slow like she meant it, like she loved Brennan without reservation. "I don't think I've ever felt so safe as I did last night. I trust you completely."

Brennan brooded for a moment.

"I feel safe with you too," she said, not meeting Angela's eyes but still catching the heartbreaking compassion that lived there behind them. "I have to get back to DC, and it's not that I mind anyone knowing about this, or that I'd be against doing it again under less tragic circumstances, but Booth will be insufferable if he even suspects..."

"He's already insufferable," Angela laughed, but she retrieved their strewn clothes and tugged on her own. "Thank you," Anglea said finally. "You were just what I needed."

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does this count, i know they’re boxer briefs but here we are

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"Can I have one night, Lena?"

art made for @casualsavant's wonderful fic Given

go show sav some love! it was so wonderful collaborating with her to make this!

also i wanted to say a huge thank you to the @supergirlmayhem team for organizing this event! it was such an amazing experience :)

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Wax stamps!!

I made some wax stamps today!! My family has a cluster of birthdays coming up, and @cwluc had gotten into making wax stamps, so I thought I'd give it a try.

It's a very simple process! Underneath the wax is a normal tea candle. It melts pretty quickly. I think I pressed too hard on the second stamp (the white one), for the third I just left it alone to sit while I cleaned the wax holder.

Cleaning the wax holder is dangerous 😂 I didn't want to let it cool because the wax would stick, which means wiping it while it's still hot.

But it was pretty fun, I'll probably keep doing this with future cards ❤️

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Late pride

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A tale of two portals on AO3

Andrea was stressed, her father was driving her to a collapse. Walking towards home late at night she finds an art piece, and company in the strangest of ways. Or The Portal AU

Language: English || Words: 2,929 || Chapters: 1/1

You know The Portals connecting NYC with Dublin? I saw it and the muses attacked me.

Thanks to the organizers for the amazing event @supergirlmayhem, and especially to @snowydragonscave for beta-ing this one last minute. Also to @itsalliebitheway and @fazedlight for enabling my non-sense. I wrote this in a couple of hours, and the art was made in <24 hours so, bear with me.

But I hope you like it.

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Supercorp!

This’s my headcanon but I made two more versions and they’re all available in my ko-fi, in case anyone wants it (here)

Instagram.

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happy pride

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Happy Pride everyone.

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Happy Pride!

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never gonna get over the this. the faces of two women that Know Things but aren't allowed to say anything 😭💀

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Best view in National City.

(find me on twitter for progress pictures!)

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🏳️‍🌈 Happy Pride Month 🏳️‍🌈