#feet in his lap

[barefoot-goddess-life]

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[ceilidho]

'accidental baby daddy soap mactavish' aka the worst man in the world to accidentally knock you up after fucking casually a couple times. there's no such thing as personal space or boundaries or distanced co-parenting with him; he already broke his lease / sold his house. shows up on your doorstep with all his belongings in the world. you wouldn't let the bairn's dad sleep rough, would you? no, the couch won't do, doe, he needs a tempur pedic bed or his sciatica will act up. knocked him flat on his ass last time it flared up, so just let him in the bed. if you're cold, they're cold 'n all that shit.

[maddymoreau]

Grant Turner and I commission by @unusualmuffin-art

[national-hockey-gay]

being disabled and having a support system is so important because it turns mundane (and often frustrating) tasks into acts of love.

everytime i clip my nails, i think of the high school teacher who helped me through seizures at least once a week for two years straight. everyday she’d gently take my hands and inspect my nails to make sure i was keeping them short enough that i couldn’t hurt myself while seizing.

it’s easier to be less ashamed of my mobility aids when one of my coworkers spent months building me different canes to use, colored to match my outfits and infused with glow-in-the-dark dye so i’d stop losing my cane in the dark parts of the building.

i eat cheesitz for salt when i’m feeling dizzy and it reminds me of high school, sitting next to my best friend and in the classroom of my favorite teacher who both kept salty snacks in their bags for when i wasn’t feeling good.

being disabled can suck in so many ways, but it’s also brought love into a lot of simple but impactful areas of my life.

[eowynstwin]

It's funny to me that I've literally written the least for Ghost--less than GAZ--considering Ghost is the cod character who reeled me into the fandom in the first place, and also I'm thinking about him constantly and how much potential Ghost has as a character in fic.

Like--bro did everything kids who lived his life dream of. He got away from his shitty father, grew up and got big and strong, beat the shit out of him and sent him packing, and then pulled the pieces of his family back together. He kept his mom's fridge stocked and got his brother clean. He had good Christmases with his family and watched it grow.

Then they all got killed.

Listen, that caretaking instinct isn't just gonna disappear, and I have too much fun thinking about how smothering he'll be when he finally lets himself love someone again--someone who really, really needs him to be everything he made himself into, no less. Someone who needs him to be the big scary Ghost and Simon who fixes their radiator. Someone who needs his quiet and his body heat and his strength and his ability to scare people off with a scowl.

He made himself into someone who could care for other people--people who needed him to look out for them. I think he wants, needs, to be needed, and once you've shown that he makes your life a little better he's going to take that and run with it.

[maidenofcrows]

Yk what? Clingy kanej rights. Doesn’t have to be a physical contact kind of clinginess— Inej comes back to Ketterdam and they just want to be near each other. All the time

And when they’ve reached a point in their healing journey where they can stand to touch? Hand holding. Standing shoulder to shoulder. He drapes one arm across her shoulders and her arm comes around his waist. At the Slat, at the Van Eck mansion, even sometimes on the street if they’re sure they’re not being watched. They’re just comfortable knowing the other is right there

[paperstreetlocal]

tyler tucks his feet under the narrators butt when they sit together on the couch and he also constantly pokes his bare skin with them to make him flinch #truth

[ladymonstrous]

sooooo... i am watching criminal minds and

[coloursflyaway]

Won’t Fear Love (3/6)

Pairing: Edwin Payne/Charles Rowland

Rating: T

Word Count: 1.500

Read on AO3

„We should go a date“, Charles says on a perfectly bland Tuesday, looking up at Edwin from whatever he is doing at the moment.

If Edwin wasn’t dead already, he would suspect that Charles is trying to kill him.

or:

Five times Charles takes Edwin on a date to figure out if he could fall in love with him, and one time when he has an answer.

tagging all the lovely people who wanted to give this fic a read: @itsablueberrycow @piristephes @assignedpeanutallergyatbirth @mylu @oneweirdbean @lifeinvirtualreality

“Is there anything you want to do?”, Charles asks one day, apropos of absolutely nothing. “You know, date-wise.” It’s still mind-boggling to Edwin how Charles can talk about it this nonchalantly, when Edwin still has to remind himself twice a week that this is real, that they are doing this. That Charles wants to do it, most of all. “… no?”

Most likely it isn’t the answer Charles is looking for, but the thought of having a preference, of requesting something for them to do on their… their dates, is so alien to Edwin that he is just now realising that it is a possibility. For him, this is enough: sitting in the same space, Charles’ feet on his lap as they both read their respective books, Edwin’s hand lightly resting on his ankle. In fact, it’s more than he ever dared to hope for just weeks ago.

“That’s alright”, Charles reassures him, putting down his novel to look at Edwin properly. His hair is a little mussed from where he has been running his hands through it, and Edwin wants nothing more than to reach out and fix it. “I’ve got ideas. Just thought that I’d check, because in the end, it’s not just my little wish fulfilment exercise, is it?”

He smiles, and it’s gentle somehow, tender. Wish fulfilment, he calls it. Edwin just hopes that Charles knows it’s much more than that to him.

From the outside, it doesn’t look like much. However, Charles seems to be excited when they stop in front of the grey, nondescript building, bouncing on the balls of his feet as he turns to Edwin, so obviously proud of himself. “I asked Crystal for a rec for this”, he explains, “And she said it was brills, so I thought we could give it a try? Because I know that you like these things, and I wanna like what you like, so...yeah?”

It’s adorable, the expression on Charles’ face so open and hopeful, and Edwin wants to say yes, but… “You still haven’t told me where we are”, he tells Charles gently, who starts laughing almost immediately.

“Oh, you’re right”, he concedes and takes Edwin’s hand to pull him to the door, his grip firm and warm and something that Edwin is slowly, ever so slowly getting used to. Because this is something they do now, apparently, on cases and at home and in between moments. Charles will take his hand and not let go of it, and Edwin will die a hundred beautiful, magnificent deaths while hoping it will never end. “It’s an art gallery”, Charles explains and drags him along, phasing through the walls, “and it’s closed on Wednesday nights, so we have it all to ourselves. Good for a third date, yeah?”

It is.

The gallery is small, but cosy somehow, the paintings held in dark wooden frames and interspersed by small descriptions of the artist, their process, any explanation they’d like to offer for their work.

“I don’t know much about art, so if you wanna enlighten me about anything, go ahead”, Charles tells him the moment they stand in the room, their fingers still intertwined. He looks earnest and happy and Edwin loves him so much it threatens to split him apart by the seams, seeps into his very being. “While I am far from an expert, I will do my best”, he promises, grips Charles’ hand tighter, and never wants to let go again.

They stroll through the exhibition, and while there isn’t much Edwin can say, Charles listens to every word of his like he truly wants to hear it. Asks questions, even, if Edwin makes too many references that he doesn’t understand, offers little quips about the paintings if he thinks they’re funny, or just lets Edwin know his opinion. Through all of it, though, there is something vaguely anxious about him still, spelt out clearly in the way his fingers twitch against Edwin’s knuckles, how his gaze refuses to stay fixed on any one thing, in the tension of his muscles when he drags Edwin to the next painting.

It makes little sense, because he isn’t uncomfortable, he isn’t disinterested; Edwin would be able to tell those things with a single look. Instead, it’s almost like he is impatient, only that Edwin has no idea why.

Until they have finished their round, looked at every painting and read every word of explanation, and Charles pulls Edwin over to a corner of the room, pulling back the thick, red curtain there. Edwin had thought it to be for decorative purposes, but it turns out to be a doorway instead, leading to another, smaller room.

Here, there are no paintings on the walls, nothing but a single statue in the middle of the floor, illuminated by warm, golden light. It depicts two people, a man and a woman, embracing tenderly. The man is holding the woman’s face with one hand, the other settled on the curve of her hip, while she has her arms wrapped around his shoulders, and while it is carved from marble, the figures look alive almost, their faces forever etched into smiles that make Edwin’s heart ache in sympathy, in jealousy.

“I wasn’t completely honest before”, Charles says softly at his side, his thumb brushing across Edwin’s knuckles. “It wasn’t just Crystal’s recommendation, I came here to check it out last week. And as glad as I am that you enjoyed everything out there, this is what I actually wanted to show you.”

For a moment, Edwin isn’t sure he understands, but then his eyes drift down to the wall behind the statue and if he was still breathing, it would be impossible all of a sudden.

Orpheus and Eurydice, reunited, it says in bold, red letters.

For a moment, or two, or ten, Edwin doesn’t know what to say, but then he doesn’t have to, because Charles starts speaking instead.

“I read up on it, after we got back from Hell”, he says, and his voice is so soft, so tender, that Edwin feels tears prickling in his eyes. He still hasn’t looked away from the statue, isn’t sure if he could if he tried. “And I know what you meant about hoping we wouldn’t be like them, but I still think it kind of fits, you know? Because I will always come back for you. And I will always turn around to make sure you’re still there. The only difference is that I won’t let anyone take you ever again.”

“Charles, that’s the whole point of the story, though”, Edwin answers shakily, faintly aware that the tears are spilling down his cheeks, that Charles can most definitely see them, hear them.

“I don’t care”, comes the answer, no hesitation, just a hint of a smile in Charles’ voice. “We’ll make a new point then. Because we’re them. We’re Orpheus and Eurydice, reunited.”

And he lets Edwin pull him into a hug, desperate and fierce and tender, and lets him weep against his shoulder until there’s nothing of the sadness left, only love, only hope, only devotion.

They walk back to the agency afterwards, Edwin’s eyes still red-rimmed, and Charles takes them the long way, through the little park close-by that Edwin has never given a second thought until now. There isn’t much conversation, but like always, the silence between them is warm and comfortable, their fingers still intertwined between their bodies. It’s not making his metaphorical heart beat faster any longer, at least not at the moment, instead the touch is grounding Edwin. A reminder that Charles is there, that he will always be there, that he meant it.

“There is another thing I wanted to say”, Charles eventually tells him, and for the first time that evening he isn’t looking back when Edwin glances at him. “I know it was a lot, back there in Hell, and I know we never talked about it, and that is fine. Understandable, really. But I just wanted to thank you for telling me about your feelings. It must have taken so much courage to do it, and I am so grateful that you would trust me like that.”

Charles says it like he is truly thankful, and Edwin’s heart is so full of love for him that it might burst.

“You’re wrong about that”, Edwin replies and stops walking, using their clasped hands to bring Charles to a stop in front of him. It’s not only his eyes that are still red with unshed tears, he realises, and it’s almost too much to consider, too much to bear. Suddenly, it’s the easiest thing in the world to reach out and capture Charles’ other hand in his as well, squeezing it and hoping that his touch can anchor Charles in the way he does to Edwin.

“It didn’t take any courage at all”, he continues, and finally Charles is looking at him again, wide eyes and plush lips parted. “Because I knew that you would never love me any less for it. You’re the one constant I have, the one thing I’ve never doubted in my whole existence. And keeping something like that from you, I couldn’t fathom it. It never even crossed my mind.”

He tries for a smile, but only for a moment, before Charles flings himself into his arms, wrapping Edwin in a hug that is so tight it would be painful if they were still alive. “Thank you”, Charles whispers into the side of his neck, lips brushing against the skin there, and maybe it isn’t literal heaven, but it’s damned close to it.

[usercelestial]

i literally live in a tevanjeddie world, you guys have no idea, right now, buck and tommy are cuddling on the couch watching a movie while eddie sucks josh off right beside them. it's utter bliss. perfection. they've discovered the meaning of life and it's having friends you can have sex with/date a little.

[skitskatdacat63]

I don't think I can ever emotionally recover from these

[x3nafix]

These two guys in my science class that sit next to me r SO joe and cherry coded

[frumdyke]

im having thoughts.. dan and phil on gogglebox.... can anyone hear me. i need to know their thoughts i need to see them being domestic i need to know how they sit on the sofa together

[dustofthedailylife]

Alhaitham Official Birthday Art 2024

Giggling like a schoolgirl. He is so handsome, hot, gorgeous, fabulous, stunning, breathtaking, marvelous... *heavy breathing*

[grossillygirl]

we're gonna be on a train for like 3 hours fun!!! i get to sit next to him and maybe even eat with him and maybe even fall asleep on him! snore snore snore

[dusty-pistol]

First post of the day

Every time I leave my room, my cat is RIGHT THERE, and he keeps STEPPIN ON ME, and the lil bastard doesn't know how to SHEATH HIS CLAWS...