#but they are also so stupid in love

[soulstitcher]

Summer Dawns

A/N: Spoiler warning for DT! A little fluff piece, also a couple crumbs of Aegis’s backstory. Maybe cw for a very brief mention of slavery.

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The moment Aegis and Erenville began dating, they knew they wanted to show each other the best of their respective homes.

However, it was easier said than done. It had been at least a few years since either of them had been back to the lands of their birth. Tural was quite a ways away and difficult to get to, not to mention Erenville hadn’t seen in the place in over three years. Kievan Rus, on the other hand, was not only way up in the frozen north of Ilsabard, but had also been under the control of Garlemald until the empress had finally managed to push them out and keep them out at the tail end of their demise. Aegis hadn’t exactly left of her own volition, but given how hellbent the Garleans were on capturing and killing the escaped slave that had become their worst nightmare, returning home was not an option. It was only after the nation — and she — had stabilized in the wake of the Final Days that she was finally able to go home after fifteen years.

But now? Now they absolutely had time.

As soon as he could, Erenville took Aegis to Shaaloani, as soon as they were free of Lamaty’i and the rite of succession. He’d worried at first — she didn’t do well in the heat, despite looking reptilian — but she reminded him that she had done quite a lot of healing, and that it was technically winter in that half of the planet, and that as long as she covered up with loose clothes, she’d been fine.

They had spent the day roaming the rocky sands, shielding their eyes from the burning sun and dusty winds. They’d peeled off cactus fruit and hunted wild rroneek, happily eating their hearty meals at the end of the day. All the while the natural, sticky smell of desert heat and rroneek musk had been permeated with puffs of blue ceruleam smoke and the steam of train motors — smells he found all too familiar when he rested his nose in Aegis’s hair.

The night was passed under the starry sky, in his arms, with his stories of the constellations, the shadows replacing the heat with a watery coolness that made them have to huddle together for warmth. A warmth that he — forever aroused by her usual stench of motor oil, which he had yet to admit — was happy to supply, ripping each other’s clothes off and kissing and laughing until Aegis finally fell asleep from exhaustion. He’d dropped off right after, intending to wake up just in time to show her his favorite part of the Turali day.

Sure enough, his eyes fluttered open just before the first purple light of dawn, Aegis snoozing contentedly with her head tucked into the crook of his neck. He smiled and brushed the midnight scales on her cheek with his thumb as he pressed a kiss to her forehead. She never looked more peaceful than when she was asleep. Too bad he’d have to interrupt it if he wanted to show her the sky.

“Aegis? Aegis, darling? Wake up, there’s something I want you to see,” he murmured.

“Did you…find a baby rroneek?” Aegis blearily asked as her eyes opened, yawning loudly.

Erenville just barely kept himself from snorting. “No, darling. But I did find something else you might like to watch,” he whispered, just a hint of temptation in his voice.

Intrigued, Aegis stretched and sat up, unintentionally giving him a fine view of her upper body that made him want to throw her back down and ravish her until the sun fully came up. But he ignored his desire (for now) and settled for wrapping his arms around her shoulders, resting his cheek in her hair. He didn’t have to say anything; she took one look at the purple sky slowly melting into red and her jaw dropped.

“Oh my god, that is gorgeous,” she breathed in awe.

“See the colors?” he whispered excitedly.

Red slowly bled into orange, the sky looking like a painting, as the sun slowly peaked over the mountains, its light slowly creeping up the cliff they were camped on. The shrinking shadows cast over the land were just as mysterious as the constellations from a few hours before.

“Okay, I’ve seen a lot of dawns,” Aegis acknowledged, leaning back into Erenville’s embrace with a smile, “but this has to be one of the best.”

“I told you Tural had one of the best mornings,” he said happily, squeezing her.

Aegis looked up at him and planted a kiss to his jaw, running the back of her finger along the bone with her eyes fluttering mischievously, her touch making him shiver.

“Why do you do that?” he asked quietly, the slightest hint of a whine in his voice.

“Oh, Eren,” she murmured, her voice just an octave deeper and her lips curled into a devilish grin, “you know how much I love messing with you.”

That did it. He pushed her onto the dusty ground and pinned her as he silenced her unrepentant cackles with a deep, hungry kiss. She leaned into him and moaned in satisfaction, wanting more when he pulled away.

“Will you ever stop teasing?” he asked, pressing a kiss to her palm when she caressed his cheek.

“Never,” she replied with a wicked grin, so he started trailing kisses down her neck to her chest, relishing the feeling of her laughter in her lungs.

[inkskinned]

she's singing in another room and my dog is asleep at my feet. my grandma asked me why i haven't found a man yet and i laughed. oh, you know. i like my house clean.

my girlfriend is also my man is also "my partner" if i'm in a professional setting. yesterday we went to a ren faire and a man mimed at me - you're together? and at my delighted nod, his baffled, you're gay? made me laugh. a woman with rainbow hair said i love the two of you together. you're both so beautiful it's absurd.

my dad introduced my partner as my "..... friend. or whatever" the other day. he knows we're dating. in the same way, i was never able to get my sister's husband to stop saying that's gay like it's 2008. he still uses the word fa***t, and my sister's defense of him has always been well, he's just kidding.

my lover and i dance to old music in a tiny kitchen. we judge new music together and take food critique very seriously. we watch love is blind before we fall asleep and agree that if they had a queer season, it would be bloody but also make for excellent tv. of fucking course queer people would know someone for only 2 weeks and agree to get married. what are you saying.

at a bar with friends, a man puts his hand on my wrist. got a boyfriend? and yes, i do have a boyfriend, she's amazing. i am texting her while i wander around a gas station named after geese. i am visiting a swing state for a wedding. in the candy aisle i overhear: she's actually like a lesbian it's disgusting. two teenage girls with packaged sandwiches in their hands, giggling. no literally, like. i'm not, like. okay with her being there while we're all, like, naked and changing.

my girlfriend and i tailgate, drink gin and cider out of cups. from the frat group beside us, a man corrects himself with one of his friends: bro, i mean, nonbinary entity, and it makes everyone around him laugh, myself included. he razzes his friend the same way i would have killed for at 19 years old - like nothing happened, he continues: you apply sunscreen like an alien. he does a little sassy (and fairly accurate) dance interpretation of the motion. his friend is laughing so hard they're crying.

i am lucky, i live in a safe neighborhood in a safe state. my masc passenger princess comes up from DC. i drive her for an hour to where all the leaves are a violent arrangement of color. we walk along the trails, letting autumn into our blood. in this part of the state, there's a lot of pickup trucks and trump signs. when we chastely kiss before getting into the car, i accidentally make eye contact with a woman holding her child's wrist. she looks disgusted. she looks fucking pissed.

two hours later my girl and i are eating dinner on a patio, soaking in the last warmth of new england sun before the chill of winter sets in. we are giggling and trying to talk through plastic vampire teeth. at another table, i see a young woman sit up straighter. i watch her watch us. she blushes and takes her partner's hand from across the table. shy, like the taste of evening has just become something deeper.

it's worth it for this moment, i think. my lover is still humming the same song she's been singing for four days straight and i don't want to kill her for it. her guitar is beside my bed. her toothbrush is in my bathroom. in a few moments i will make us lunch. we are lucky enough to have found each other. it is lucky enough to be in love.

[tempo-takoyaki]

Listen, I love the "XL helps HC to see how beautiful he is" scenario as much as the next person... But I also see it like this.

[chimchiri]

gideon & harrow OR rd and sf as cowboys please please please

It's the cowgirl necro and her gunslinger cav! Who is so damn extra she's got three guns: one left, one right, and one in pole position! (She swears the ladies love it!)

[desos-records]

that alternate ending version of Under the Red Hood (2010) where Talia gives Damian to Jason for some ungodly reason always makes me laugh because Jason is like. I'm going to turn Bruce's son into something horrible just to spite him and says this while holding an infant that can't be more than a month old, like. no, Jay, you're gonna get two days into surrogate fatherhood before your instincts take over and you're finding a better safe house in a better neighborhood so you can build a proper nursery and get Damian into a proper pre-K when he's older. the pit can't erase the fact you died trying to save the mother who gave you up or the fact that a mother has just given up her son to you. and by the time any of that gets through your red fiberglass skull, you'll find yourself standing in the grocery store deciding whether you should buy Dami a bat stuffie just to be funny

[radioroxx]

this is kerdly 2 me. btw

[crumb-crumblet-s-crumbington]

"You and me, Ethan. Together we go save Rose, and then we can grind Miranda into paste!"

[egophiliac]

tsum events really are just the best, huh

[lotus-pear]

HAPPY 114‼️‼️ take these silly doodles i did

[skunkes]

gay dracula

[crimsonconstl]

happy (late) Keith day!!

[heartorbit]

figure skating set right now please. thanks

[juqujunk]

this is all of their interactions lmao,, i had to make this comic it was circulating around my head for the past week nonstop 🤪

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comic as one image under the read more!

[cthulhum]

does anyone realize how crazy it is to have the actor of a mostly headcanoned queer ship say the fans were never crazy and they were right all along after 10+ years of everyone just absolutely going nuts over the said queerbaited ship

[cosmiicchaoss]

do not think, do not speak, do not hope

[tiniest-hands-in-all-the-land]

Carry me home