#flirty fridays

[ask-thearchivists]

*sees how tall Cartographer is while I’m only 5 feet tall* I’m going to climb you like a tree and kiss those soft blue lips even if it kills me

The Cartographer: Ehahaha, wow you mortals sure love to just say whatever comes to your mind. I hope this just came to your mind. Please do not plot to climb me.

[cockmancers]

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[socialbutterfly19]

Can’t change how things are unless you get out there

[elephantshoetoo]

(excerpt from The Byler Files, vol. 1, chapter 5: "Recovery Ward", by ElephantShoe. Posted on AO3.)

💙💛💚

[ask-thearchivists]

Does Curator know that the way she styles her hair makes her look like radiant solar flares that warm my heart? (seriously her design makes me so lesbian)

The Curator: Aww, thank you~ Yeah, I style it to look like that on purpose.

[xoluvx]

Feral friday???

baby...

[slasherscorpio]

Happy birthday to me!!! 🥳🎉

[socialbutterfly19]

Makes the day different when you get all dressed up

[onpurposeilovehimonpurpose]

Flirty Friday - Strong Henry

RED, WHITE & ROYAL BLUE (2023) dir. Matthew Lopez

I probably should've slowed down the gif speed but my computer is not being kind with photoshop right now (which is why I also didn't include another gif I wanted to today.)

But the look Henry has on his face when he sees Alex. How unbelievably brave he is to not have his fake public face on even though he is in a room full of strangers. It also speaks to how moved he is by seeing Alex. Then, Alex gives him a compliment, and what does he do? Oh, he isn't polite at all, instead, he corrects Alex, which can be taken no other way than him openly, unabashedly flirting with Alex. Right there in front of Nora, Pez, and a tent filled with people who obviously also have phones, even if they signed NDAs, it's kinda crazy that he starts their meeting off with him looking at Alex as he does, and that anyone there could capture that moment. Then flirting with Alex at this point, he doesn't know if Alex feels anything close to what Henry feels for him. He just doesn't care. He is strong enough to be exactly who he is, not overthink his response, andto be as relaxed with Alex in person as he was during their texts and phone calls. Not to mention the fact that he is clearly wearing a tie with colour, because Alex suggested it, and there's no hiding he took into account what Alex thinks of him.

[vivaciousoceans]

The only time I’ve ever found Elliot Stabler attractive is when he was flirting with a man, so idk what that says about me.

[enchantingfemininity]

[honnepot]

The Copper Crown

FOR @flashfictionfridayofficial

Word count: 974

Male x Male

[Henry needs a distraction from his looming wedding. He meets a wandering Knight.]

When his mother was angry, she’d fume in her study. She'd pen her displeasure on scraps of paper, never read by any other eyes but her own. When his father was angry, he’d storm out of the estate and partook to the warmth of liquor that muddled his mind. He'd return home the next morning smelling like the stables.

Henry had tried his mother’s form of distraction. Locking himself in his study, so when Elizabeth yelled, the wooden door would muffle it and hid the sight of her angry tears. He’d try to write down his frustrations like his mother. But the admissions in his own words; of his true character, one he could never utter into existence without repercussions to his name had been too much to bear. Even the act of writing it down made his hand quiver as he held the quill tight. A penned remorse for turning his childhood friend into an antagonist to his life because he could not love her the way she did. As she had done for some time.

And so, he followed in his father’s footsteps. He walked out the doors of his estate at the eve of his wedding and into a carriage, instructing the coachman to take him to the farthest alehouse. There, the name Briarwood would be nothing but an itch to the mind rather than an open revelation of his certain prestige.

He found refuge in a tavern with an intimate charm. The Copper Crown, with its flickering lanterns on the low-beamed ceilings, they casted an amber glow on tapestried walls and worn wooden tables stained with the heavy scent of ale. The patrons huddled in their respective tables, some conversations lively and merry, others echoed in gentle somberness.

The nobleman had found a corner to himself, immersed in the shadows of his thoughts. He drank the brewed ale hoping to drown the weight of his impending union with its heady warmth and ease the burden on his heart. But it seemed that he was rather inept in hiding his afflictions, as a man stopped by his table. And Henry’s ears alone became privy to the rich velvet tone of the stranger’s voice. His chaotic thoughts silenced by just a few words.

“Evening, care for some company?” 

Henry looked at the man. Dark, tousled hair that danced a tint of red in the lantern light framed his striking face, sculpted well by time and hinted at years of daring adventures. His eyes, the colour of midnight, intense yet inviting, especially at how they wandered to study Henry in the same way his own eyes studied him. Manners told the nobleman to nod and offer a hand,

“H-Henry.” He mentally cursed at the stutter of his own name.

The man’s hand was large and rough. He shook Henry’s hand with the firm grip of a swordsman and sat at the empty chair,

“Callum.”

Their conversation flowed like a dance, a delicate interplay of words and silence that blossomed with intrigue. Henry blamed the ale for his sudden openness to this stranger, as court life taught him to be tight-lipped with information of his life. Though he does not downplay Callum’s adept way of unraveling his guarded heart, with a well-timed smirk, a dulcet chuckle, or a playful tease that bordered the temptations of intimacy.

“This place,” Callum gestured to the Copper Crown, “is where people go to find reprieval from their lives. What brings you here? Aside from the obvious desire for a drink?”

Henry hesitated; his gaze momentarily lost in the depths of his ale. "A wedding." he finally admitted, the word heavy with both duty and reluctance.

Callum's eyes glinted with curiosity. "Ah, weddings. Joyous occasions,” he stopped to study the defeated look on Henry’s face, “or so I am told. Are you... the blushing groom-to-be, then?"

A bitter chuckle escaped Henry's lips. "Yes. Though not willingly... it is a union born out of duty, not love."

Callum leaned back into his chair, his strong arms held across his broad chest as his eyes held a mischievous glint, “Well, that does explains a lot then.”

When Henry looked at him confused, Callum continued with his observation, his words laced with a teasing charm, “You look as if you're about to face a monster, my dear Henry."

Again, Callum had a way to weaken his defense as he laughed ruefully at the accurate analogy. His marriage did seem like a dreadful looming creature ready to pounce and devour him. As he did, Callum leaned forward and his legs briefly brushed against Henry’s. An accident, Henry told himself as his laughter slowly faded.

“Need of a rescue? Shall I be your knight in shining armour, and whisk you away from the jaws of matrimony?” He asked with a sly tilt of his – to Henry’s observation – very kissable lips.

Henry tore his eyes away from Callum as his neck felt like it was searing in heat, “I'm afraid, that I'm past the point of rescue.”

Undeterred, Callum leaned even closer, his voice a velvet whisper that held allure and a promised liberation, "What about a distraction, then? Something to divert your thoughts from your impending doom?"

He reached across to graze Henry’s hand with his own. The touch sent a subtle thrill through Henry, of a sensation he had long suppressed. He looked up to see Callum’s suggestive smile, the offer one he’d dreamt of for years yet never enacted on. Tonight is his last night as a bachelor and though Henry contemplated, his heart had already been set the moment Callum offered his company.

At last Henry nodded. "A distraction, yes. Even if just for the night."

They left the tavern discreetly, hand in hand and disappeared into the night. Henry returned home the next morning, smelling like the stables.

[ask-thearchivists]

There's a saying that goes:

Você é uma enciclopédia. (Portuguese)

You're a cyclopedia. It's an expression of admiration, because you show a vast quantity and quality of knowledge.

Now when they said:

Você é uma linda biblioteca.

Means that you are more than a cyclopedia, you're an entire library, means that you possess much more knowledge, you're a cultured person, intelligent, wise, and all traits of a respectable person.

And the "Linda" adds to your appearance, so in full it means:

"You're a very intelligent, wise, cultured and beautiful woman". ❤️

The Coordinator: Huh?? The twins were right?

The Coordinator: Siblings, help me, I am being assailed with unanticipated compliments.

The Charmer: No, this is too fun to watch.

The Coordinator: I am being betrayed.

[dracomeir]

This is how Pico learns Boyfriend has more problems than his curse, and what he does to help him realize he’s more than just an incubus. (I consider the following 16+, but idk. If anyone thinks I should put the mature filter like some other posts on RD I've done, please tell me.)

Pico wondered why Boyfriend was cheerful and flirty all the time. It was like the past didn’t affect him at all, and he was somewhat jealous his companion could move on so quickly. After learning about the curse, he began to doubt the incubus had no problems of his own. That doubt turned into certainty after hearing a few off handed lines from him during cases.

“Sometimes those who smile often have the most to hide.”

“That guy didn't seem broken, but most people don’t look the part, so I might be wrong.”

“Surely there’s more to life than pleasing others like this.”

Whenever Boyfriend said things like this, Pico could see them applying to him easily. His friend smiled often, didn’t look broken, and always avoided pleasure as a topic the moment it involved him more than he wanted. The incubus didn’t made any effort to learn more about his curse either. It was like he gave up before even trying.

“Boyfriend, you asked me to trust you with my problems, so please do the same for me."

"Huh?"

"I'm a detective, BF. I can see there's something bothering you."

"I... Is it normal not wanting to do it anymore?"

"Ah. No wonder you always found an excuse to leave whenever someone approaches you with that kind of intent." He took a moment to think. "Is the concept of the ace spectrum not a thing in the underworld?"

"I never heard of that before."

"In that case, I recommend doing some research. It might help you move on from whatever is bothering you." He lit a cigarette. "And to answer your question, feeling that way is perfectly valid. Whatever you end deciding to do, I'll support you the whole way. Just like you've done for me so far."

For the first time in his life, Boyfriend felt seen. His life so far started to make sense once he learned about people who are demisexual. He would eventually talk about his past to Pico, and the ginger reminded him that he's also a saxophone player, an emotional support demon, and most importantly, an amazing companion. Those words caused the incubus to release his bottled up emotions. He was glad Pico was so understanding, and they made the decision to not do anything in bed until he was ready again.