#WHEN WILL THEY KISS

[kibblywibbly]

Wow you guys really liked my last mcsm post :0!! Here's some silly jesskas ^^

[fremontroll]

when is it my turn😭😭

[m0sh-pit-romance]

No kisses at Columbus :(

[erlkonigstochter]

Gwen sounded so grateful that Alice got her a coffee ;o;

[evtoine]

thinking about what could have been if gale's romance hadn't bugged and leyla had ended up with him like i'd been planning

like i've rolled with it. and Halsin was so good for her! he's exactly what she needed! (esp after being forced to choose between Gale and Wyll.) but she and Gale immediately got along, she's always found him hot, endearing...

truly a couple meant for each other. it's a right person wrong time scenario. i like to imagine down the line after the dust has settled, they're able to work their stuff out and they end up getting together.

act 3 spoilers under the cut

before i realized the romance was bugged, i had gale and leyla do the thing with the dryad. and leyla got EVERY ANSWER RIGHT. without even having the romance scenes!!! like these two fools are cleARLY in love with each other, and yet... they just don't take the leap. they've been so close to kissing so many times.

and it isn't like they don't know! after the dance with wyll, leyla and gale talked. she TOLD HIM she chooses him! and they just never did anything else about it!

i'm just jflsdk i'm having so many Thoughts about them

[hextheblitz]

i swear to god at what point dous ren start ccouting as a stalker. Every where shinji is this guy follows

[viscerast]

cyrus AND jay purring. what am i supposed to do with these cats

[entrepy]

🪀  At your lover's complaining, rubbing a spot where they ache, smiling as they lean into your touch and melt at both the touch and warmth. // tony @bokketo .

Steve’s noticed Tony’s back bothering him all day. Ever since he’d shown up for a mid-morning meeting, again during a training drill, and now, as Steve watches from his little designated corner in Tony’s lab. Today, he’d brought down his journal — he wasn’t that great at keeping to it, but he is trying. He mostly just ends up doodling in it, anyway.

Down here, Steve thinks that Tony hides less how much his back is hurting, or maybe he’s just gotten into his zone and forgotten that Steve is even there, too wrapped up in whatever he was working to even realise how often he kept stopping to dig into the meat of his upper right flank. It looks like it was his lat, or maybe his oblique that was troubling him. Could’ve been from how he’d slept the night before — if he’d slept the night before, or from an older injury which is what Steve’s concerned about. It could also just be age but he’s sure he’d get a repulsor in his face if he mentions it.

So he doesn’t mention anything at all, just meanders his way over to the man, passing a curious gaze over the schematics thrown up on the holo-screen and the parts laid out on the bench like he can make sense of any of it. ‘ Tony ? ’ he says, half a question, half a word of caution, as the man in question drops his hand from his back for about the hundredth time that day.

He gives Tony plenty of time to back away or stop him before he comes up behind him. Gentle fingers pry up the hem of Tony’s tank. Steve is in rather pristine condition compared to Tony’s greasy state but he doesn’t mind. Actually . . . kind of prefers it, but that’s a thought to explore on another day.

‘ Where does it hurt ? ’ he asks, voice the right amount of quiet for the lack of distance between them. He can guess pretty accurately, because Tony’s been touching the spot all day — it was awkward to get to on your own, which is probably why Tony’s not been able to give himself much relief, but Steve ? Steve can help.

‘ There, right ? ’ he asks, thumb finding the ridge of muscle in Tony’s flank — upper lat as he’d suspected —- that makes a soft exhale come from Tony's mouth when he presses, a sound of satisfaction that — professionally, Steve is pleased about — and not so professionally, gets a little warm over. . . 

He’d come over with the intention of helping — and as he works the muscle, he can feel the tightness in it begin to loosen, but he hadn’t anticipated how one hand under Tony’s shirt, the other on his waist on the opposite side to keep him steady, Tony’s head bowing down exposing a line of spine and neck in front of him would awaken a more primal motivation. 

It takes a few minutes of massaging, Tony’s body gently rocking forward and back with the ministration, until Steve feels the muscle loosen completely beneath his touch. When he stops, the air is noticeably charged between, to the point where Steve can’t really ignore it — and he’s been doing that for a good while now, whenever things between him and Tony bleed into something outside the definition of a working relationship, of friendship even.

Now, he’s already surpassed the amount of time that he should have stayed after the massage was complete, but he can’t quite make his feet take him away, can’t make himself let go . . . He swallows, and lets out a breath that sounds too laborious for a task that hadn’t required exertion on his part at all. It fans out, hot, against the back of Tony’s neck, and he’s glad that at least Tony can’t see how much he’s struggling now to simply move away. Summoning a willpower that’s served him well in actual battle, Steve finally drops his hands. ‘ Is — is that better ? ’ 

[moonflowerxox]

I think about this at LEAST 50 times a day

JJ and Emily Prentiss in 

Criminal Minds (2005-2022) 3.09 | Penelope 

[s-aint-elmo]

pass it on!

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[catmask]

my mom loves to lie and like she always swears she was NEVER homophobic or anything to me as a child “i even have a gay work friend” but a really funny memory resurfaced recently where i asked if i could use birthday money i had to buy a rainbow flag when i was like ??? 7?? because i LOVED rainbows. and she said no that means something Evil and god will hate you . so what did i do. but ask my grandmom for a rainbow sweater for christmas and proceed to only wear that sweater for three years when it got cold because i didnt like the idea that god hated colors and i wanted to challenge him

[stump-not-found]

i don't think the theraprism is a good thing, guys

[dughole]

there should be an oscar just for saying something this beautiful and true in a movie

[kindinb00]

[gruesomejack]

Austin: you ever have intrusive thoughts?

Hasan: about?

Austin: w-

Hasan: cocks?

Austin: why are you saying that

Hasan: never mind

[inkskinned]

because sometimes there are invisible tests and invisible rules and you're just supposed to ... know the rule. someone you thought of as a friend asks you for book recommendations, so you give her a list of like 30 books, each with a brief blurb and why you like it. later, you find out she screenshotted the list and send it out to a group chat with the note: what an absolute freak can you believe this. you saw the responses: emojis where people are rolling over laughing. too much and obsessive and actually kind of creepy in the comments. you thought you'd been doing the right thing. she'd asked, right? an invisible rule: this is what happens when you get too excited.

you aren't supposed to laugh at your own jokes, so you don't, but then you're too serious. you're not supposed to be too loud, but then people say you're too quiet. you aren't supposed to get passionate about things, but then you're shy, boring. you aren't supposed to talk too much, but then people are mad when you're not good at replying.

you fold yourself into a prettier paper crane. since you never know what is "selfish" and what is "charity," you give yourself over, fully. you'd rather be empty and over-generous - you'd rather eat your own boundaries than have even one person believe that you're mean. since you don't know what the thing is that will make them hate you, you simply scrub yourself clean of any form of roughness. if you are perfect and smiling and funny, they can love you. if you are always there for them and never admit what's happening and never mention your past and never make them uncomfortable - you can make up for it. you can earn it.

don't fuck up. they're all testing you, always. they're tolerating you. whatever secret club happened, over a summer somewhere - during some activity you didn't get to attend - everyone else just... figured it out. like they got some kind of award or examination that allowed them to know how-to-be-normal. how to fit. and for the rest of your life, you've been playing catch-up. you've been trying to prove that - haha! you get it! that the joke they're telling, the people they are, the manual they got- yeah, you've totally read it.

if you can just divide yourself in two - the lovable one, and the one that is you - you can do this. you can walk the line. they can laugh and accept you. if you are always-balanced, never burdensome, a delight to have in class, champagne and glittering and never gawky or florescent or god-forbid cringe: you can get away with it.

you stare at your therapist, whom you can make jokes with, and who laughs at your jokes, because you are so fucking good at people-pleasing. you smile at her, and she asks you how you're doing, and you automatically say i'm good, thanks, how are you? while the answer swims somewhere in your little lizard brain:

how long have you been doing this now? mastering the art of your body and mind like you're piloting a puppet. has it worked? what do you mean that all you feel is... just exhausted. pick yourself up, the tightrope has no net. after all, you're cheating, somehow, but nobody seems to know you actually flunked the test. it's working!

aren't you happy yet?