#and soaking up as much of her

[crinkle-eyed-boo]

Any snippets from Arise fair sun?

Sorry, love, I don’t have anything new right now. Hoping I can get into the headspace for writing again soon, but I’ve been dealing with a lot of personal stuff that has taken all my brain space.

Please be patient with me ❤️

[bassicallymaestra]

My Hogwarts Legacy MC ✨Serena Kosmos ✨

[storm-driver]

friend who's only experience with final fantasy was through kingdom hearts, ffxiv (the mmo) and watching me play through ffxvi through a discord stream, has now played all the way to zanarkand in ffx and it has utterly destroyed her. but i think the biggest takeaway she's gotten so far is that the "kingdom hearts bullshit" was always final fantasy bullshit. final fantasy is what STARTED the nonsense, kingdom hearts was just rated e for everyone.

[futuristichedge]

Big fan of the idea that the cuffs that Silver wears are inhibitors/regulators similar to Shadow's. Amy too.

Theyre acting like devices that help tame the chaos energy/redirect it in a way that ensures that the wearer isn't going to tear themselves to shreds. Like little batteries/reserves that keep the wearer from using all that energy all at once!

[cent-scratchnsniff]

face

[prettyflyshyguy]

Not in the traditional sense, no.......

But she sort of was one all along.

"If I kill her, is it murder or suicide?"

[butmakeitgayblog]

Hi! How are you? Hopefully good! 😁

With the last posts about CI Clexa I went back and read all the CI snippets again and I was reading the Bet pt.2 on Ao3 and I was wondering why Lexa is so excited when Clarke calls her "baby".

Is "baby" per se or is the endearing name (and it could be babe, love, darling ecc. as well), or the fact that is Clarke...?

Thanks! 🥰

It's the endearment itself, coupled entirely with the fact that it's coming from Clarke. But there's more too it as well.

Cuz again, Lexa is not someone who before Clarke has been particularly overly affectionate. That just wasn't what she sought in the very few relationships she had, and it sure as hell wasn't something she entertained with people she only slept with. Like, if she's just there to fuck, don't confuse yourself with what this is, understand? She's not your baby, or your darling pookie, or any number of your hollow sweet-nothings. So just shut up and let her make you come, and remember that 'just Lexa' will do quite nicely. Otherwise, well, you know where to find the door...

Even with Costia, arguably her most serious relationship to date, pet names really didn't do anything for her. Costia wasn't one to use them anyway, but truthfully if she had, Lexa probably would've asked her to cool it on them because in her mind that just wasn't the kind of girlfriend she ever had any intention of being. She is not sickly sweet and she's not particularly adoring, she does not care for being pampered with praise because she's not one of those simpletons who loses herself in love.

She's not that foolish, and she certainly isn't that weak.

And then Clarke happens.

And pretty much everything Lexa ever thought about herself gets thrown right out of the window.

Because Clarke doesn't yield the way the other girls do, and she doesn't wilt under Lexa's power or her glare. If anything, she pushes back and challanges it with her own.

It always leaves Lexa feeling just a bit out of control...

And strangely, she kinda likes it.

And through the years and the months and the emotionally (and sexually) charged weeks leading up to that night, Clarke has always taunted Lexa with the very same endearments that Lexa had always claimed to hate. There was always a mocking undertone to it, a jab that laced its adoring lilt.

But then in that moment, there was none of that. It wasn't mocking or snark or meant to rile Lexa up. It was pure want. Pure need. And it was the tenderness of it even in the panted rush of sex; how genuinely her affection bled through every syllable. It was the culmination of weeks of Lexa slowly falling in love with this emotionally stunted idiot, and then giving herself to Clarke so completely without any regard to her heart's wellbeing, and then in the heat of the moment, hearing the intensity of how much Clarke actually wanted her. Because Clarke would be the first to tell you that Lexa is always 3 steps ahead of her in this thing. She knows Clarke almost better then she knows herself and what's more, she understands her for who she is, so hearing that endearment whispered so sincerely and so passionately just for her pleasure... it was enough to push her right over the edge.

Because it was all the confirmation that Lexa really needed that, yeah, the little idiot is completely in love with her too.

Even if Clarke doesn't quite get that fact yet 🙄

[loving-jack-kelly]

i think. for spot being in love is the biggest and most unexpected thing in the world to him he didn't expect it he doesn't quite believe it's real he can't get over it. and for race it's another tuesday. and this means that race says I love you first because it's not hard for him and race says it more often because it's not hard for him and race says it more casually because it's not hard for him but spot says it and feels it from his head to his toes and there are not three words in the English language that mean more to him than "I love you" to say. or to hear.

[twnj]

'Raindrops trickled down his face as Shikamaru stuttered forward and spread his arms wide enough for Temari to double her speed. Her arms wrapped around him, beneath his blazer, and the world stilled. His hand cupped the back of her head, and she felt the pressure of his cheek tight against her hair.

The brushed cotton of his shirt was soft, his hold protective and unrelenting, his voice gentle as he whispered into her hair: “It’s okay.”

Moscow quieted.

No greeting. No pleasantries, or formalities.

At long last, Temari silently began to cry.

“We should get out of the rain.”'

Grandmaster on ao3 by @notquitejiraiya

[doctorbrown]

MCFLY JULY ‘24 ⸺ 「 25 / 31 * THE HONEYMOONERS 」

[Date Unknown] 1985A Timeline

Five…six…seven…

Thunder booms, rattling Heaven and Earth with its might. Count the seconds between the flash of lightning and the crack of thunder and it'll tell you how far away the storm is.

Two miles, maybe.

It feels like it's right on top of them.

The ground shakes beneath them, rattling her bones so hard she can feel it in her teeth, and rather than run for cover, she turns to George sitting on the grass beside her, pressed up against a rock, and nestles closer.

“It feels like every time we try and do something, there’s a terrible storm.” Lorraine smiles, but it never reaches her eyes. “Our first dance, our honeymoon—don’t you remember?”

Sighing, Lorraine closes her eyes, losing herself to the grainy film reel of memory rolling behind her eyes. Even soaked to the bone, his clothes clinging awkwardly to him, George was a vision—a dream—and his almost pathetic wet puppy-dog expression made her heart soar. “By the time we got to the hotel, we were soaked. You nearly walked into the door; you couldn’t see anything with your hair in your eyes like that! I had to keep brushing your bangs out of your eyes while you carried our bags.”

George smiles, indulging the trip down memory lane with a gentle squeeze to her hand. He’s cold again, Lorraine thinks distantly—he’s been terribly cold lately, as if the sun has refused to touch him, angry with him for some perceived slight against it—but that doesn’t bother her.

She’ll keep warm enough for both of them. Light that fire in her chest and her stomach and stoke it until he leaches every ounce of warmth through her fingers for himself and his cheeks glow with it.

It’s all for him, anyway.

“That was one of the happiest nights of my life. I can’t believe you thought you ruined it just because of a storm. ‘We must be cursed, Lorraine,’ you told me, and I thought that was one of the most ridiculous things I'd ever heard. Even more ridiculous than when you told me about Darth Vader.”

“But that—”

“Really happened, I know. I believed you.”

“Eventually.”

“Eventually.” Lorraine chokes on the laugh she tries to force out. The first drops of rain pelt her cheeks and she uses her free hand to furiously wipe them away, ignoring the stinging sensation on her skin.

“We should go inside—the storm’s coming. You’ll get soaked.”

Lorraine shakes her head furiously, squeezing George’s hand so tight her nails bite deep into her palms, drawing blood. The wind sighs as it whips her messy hair around her head, knowing there is no changing her mind.

“I don’t care about the rain. I like sitting out here with you. It’ll be just like all the other times, won’t it, George?”

Just like all the other times.

Just like last time.

A second wave of burning rain bites at her cheeks and George lets go of her hand to gently drag his thumb across her cheek. Lorraine chokes back another sob, her shoulders trembling with the effort it takes to keep herself composed.

Her cheeks are still burning. The earth smells like petrichor.

The next crack of thunder shatters her composure, leaving her ears ringing. Lorraine’s shaky fingers fumble at her pocket as she curls her fingers around the crystal clear flame protected within, sloshing around in its container.

George never did get wet when it rained.

[lavellane]

honestly im so glad bioware nerfed the cousland origin by not making them as socially & politically powerful as they technically ought to be. bc i think if i had to confront the whole cousland/mac tir situation in canon as opposed to just my own unsalvageable deep fried thoughts i think i would contract some sort of brain eating bacterial infection and die :/

[cursed-clock-shop]

All of the Fails have swallowed a clock at some point in their lives. This causes them to wake up at the same time every day. Unfortunately, none of them were set to the same time, so Marietta had to make a schedule to keep track of when the kids wake up.

[kaythefloppa]

Calling it now. Mufasa: The Lion King will will end with Simba and Nala adopting a second cub, and that the entire story of Mufasa and Scar winds up preparing Kiara for this new revelation about her family.

[schmweed]

[screamingay]

somehow these current roommates we have are the worst that ive known yet and last semester we literally had a girl who smoked cigs IN her bedroom. list of grievances below lol

[godsprettiestprincess]

He’s just a very large dogy!! When the weather was warm enough and he came home shedding dirt from construction she’d just take him out back & hit him with the hose