#gal pals.......

[chloesimaginationthings]

FNAF movie Vanessa and Game Vanessa bonding time

[wlwanakin]

at the end of the day when it comes to padmé i think it’s really important to remember that her closest friends are literally her employees. her only other friends are her coworkers. her closest friend for years was a girl she met at 14 whose job it was to pretend to be her and potentially die about it. another friend with the same job died in her arms while pretending to be her. she does not have friends outside of her squad of employees who pretend to be her and sometimes die about it and then her politician coworkers. too many of you are way too surprised that this woman is not normal about love or relationships or her own self considering all this

[ionomycin]

spores

ref by my friend @jawsstone

[xinyuehui]

Ah, the night's just getting started. Don't let me catch you so easily next time. ⸺ QIN CHE // SYLUS ִֶָ☾.

[bklakava]

count dykeula be like i vant to suck your cli- i mean blood

[victusinveritas]

There is no heterosexual explanation for this Daria promo art.

[technically-human]

Girl things

[asukiess]

very self indulgent fic below the cut

"Ladybug?"

Ladybug usually hates being torn from her thoughts. If stopped abruptly, she'd never find the same sentence again in her head. She would rewind and rethink and try and rouse the same sentiments, but the undisputable fact of her mind was that once left, a thought was as good as gone forever. Marinette herself had lost track of how many times she'd apologetically said to Alya I literally can't remember what I was going to say. How many stories of hers were half-finished.

But what she was thinking of remains half-finished all on its own. It stopped middle-page a month ago, and no matter how much she tried to come up with an ending herself, it never felt right.

Besides. Ladybug might be clueless to how her own mind worked, but Cat Walker's steady voice, even when asking a question, makes her heart beat a little faster. So when she turns she braces herself, but ends up completely dumbfounded.

Cat Walker's hair is down. What was usually pulled smartly back into a ponytail has spilled loose, with thick, long strands rolling down her high collar, rolling over her shoulders and brushing past her gold cord. She stands tall, but her face is apologetic. In her fingers is a broken elastic band. Her eyes follow the same sheepishness of her smile as she says, "I didn't know this was possible, to be truthful. I was fixing my hair and the band broke in my hands."

Utterly transfixed, Ladybug forgets to do anything but stare. After a beat, she dumbly whispers, "So green!"

Cat Walker looks down at her hair. "Um, yes." She blinks. "I was wondering if you had a spare ribbon I may borrow until the end of patrol? I would hate to waste Plagg's food on a simple wardrobe mistake."

"O-oh!" Ladybug snaps out of her daze. "A ribbon, of course!" She pats where her pockets would be, and then her yo-yo, hands stalling suddenly. She screws up her face. "Actually, I don't have a spare. That's never happened to me." She tilts her head and immediately undoes one of her pigtails. "But you can borrow mine!"

Cat Walker shakes her head and Ladybug tries her best not to admire how perfect her hair is. "No, you don't have to do that, really!"

But the red ribbon is already off, and Ladybug's mind is stuck singularly on an idea now. She pats the spot in front of her. "Come here, I can tie up your hair for you!"

Cat Walker takes a small step forward. "You don't have to do that. I'm capable myself. It's my fault, anyhow."

Ladybug pats the ground more insistently. "It'll be fun! I love brushing other people's hair."

It was a half-truth. She really did have fond memories of brushing her maman's hair growing up, and Marinette loved it in return. Kagami would allow her hair to be brushed every now and then, but Alya's was strictly off limits after a trainwreck of an attempt two years ago.

Cat Walker smiles before setting herself before Ladybug, crossing her legs and sitting up straight. "Okay. Thank you, Ladybug. I promise to have a long talk with Plagg about the, um, durability of the suits. They certainly shouldn't be able to change that easily."

"Maybe you should thank Plagg!" Ladybug reaches over Cat Walker's shoulders and gently gathers the hair back, the back of her knuckles grazing the collar's gold-trimmed rim. "I've never seen your hair like this. It's beautiful!"

"Thank you," Cat Walker says while Ladybug brushes from the middle through the ends, fingers trailing a little past to follow an invisible line down her spine. Ladybug does it a few more times absentmindedly.

Cat Walker clears her throat. "If you would kindly pull it into a high ponytail? When it's low, my neck, ah, gets a little hot." Ladybug watches her head duck forward. When Ladybug doesn't say anything in return, Cat Walker adds quickly, "Because of the weather, of course."

"Aw, you don't wanna try pigtails?" Ladybug jokes. She slides her fingers from the base of her neck and up, repeating the action until a good handful is gathered. Aiming for perfection, Ladybug even combs her fingers over the top to work out the bumps.

The more her hand works at Cat Walker's hair, the more her shoulders slump forward, a little bit of the rigidness melting away. Cat Walker's voice sounds slow, subdued. "Whatever you want to do is okay with me, Ladybug."

Ladybug's laughter comes out like a bark. "Don't ask me what I want!" Frayed by her own nerves, she accidentally pulls on Cat Walker's hair so hard that her neck cranes to follow the movement. "I think one thing, and then five minutes later it's a one-eighty." Ladybug notices the pained expression carefully being restrained on her partner's face, and she immediately loosens her grip. "I'm sorry! I'm terrible at this." She tries to regather the long, heavy strands again, brushing through the ends, but her own hands feel clumsy and heavy and they pull on more than a few knots that she works through without much grace. "I've been trying my own hair up daily for like, three years now. You'd think I'd be better!"

Cat Walker makes a sound somewhere between a hum and a clearing of her throat. "It's still nice." She turns a little, just enough to look behind at Ladybug. "You have very... thoughtful hands."

Ladybug stops her ministrations completely. "Are you joking? I think I've torn out like, a few hundred strands now."

Cat Walker turns her whole torso now, and Ladybug, fingers thoroughly threaded in the long dark strands, forgets to let go. Or maybe her hands feel nice there, even when it forces Ladybug closer to her partner.

Cat Walkers eyes are wide and her lips are pulled into a frown. "No, not at all! Unless you want me to be?"

Ladybug hates the way Cat Walker looks at her sometimes. Chat Noir was coy and dramatic, eyes glowing with reverence but always bouncing from Ladybug's eyes to the city, asking her where she might want to have an impromptu date. The cinema, the park, or my house? I have a very soft bed, you know. Imported cotton, highest thread count, something like that. Don't roll your eyes, I was just kidding!

Ladybug hates the way Cat Walker looks at her because Ladybug can never easily look away. Almost militantly, it's like she's always asking Ladybug something that she doesn't have an answer for, but Cat Walker waits anyway with a patience that makes Ladybug's skin itch.

And from this small of a distance, she almost forgets how to speak.

Ladybug shakes her head. "No. Not if you mean it."

"Okay," Cat Walker says, her smile thin and maybe Ladybug would have missed it if her eyes weren't already fixed there. "I mean it."

"Me, too," Ladybug breathes, or doesn't, hand still buried in her Cat Walker's hair, so close to the nape of her neck that gets hot and radiates the heat she must be feeling even through her gloved hand.

Cat Walker's chuckle is all air, fanning over Ladybug's feverish cheeks. "Mean what?"

"I mean...," Ladybug starts, feelings as though only two words can fit in the distance between them. Cat Walker tilts her head, a silent question, and Ladybug thinks she knows an answer with the way her heart is racing at the thought of leaning just a little more forward until their noses bumped against each other---

"Ladybug?" Cat Walker asks again, so small she might have missed it if she hadn't studied the way her name looked on Cat Walker's lips. "Do you want me to tie your hair up, too?"

Ladybug's heart stops. She pulls back, just enough to actually breathe now. "H-huh?"

Cat Walker reaches over with a smile, brushing the strands from her one undone pigtail. "We could match today."

Ladybug laughs, feeling light all over. "T-that would be cute! Best of partners! Look at us!" With a trembling hand, she makes a spinning motion in the air with her finger, instructing Cat Walker to turn back around, which she does.

Ladybug breathes in deeply, then returns to her task of tying up Cat Walker's hair.

Maybe that was better off being a half-formed idea, she thinks. Something else she can try her best to forget about.

So instead, Ladybug bites her lip for her own conclusion, and tries to think of something else.

filled with absolute fem!catwalker and ladybug feelings today.

[totallynotsloughjykk]

hualian is so funny to me because xie lian stops every two pages to talk about how handsome and gorgeous and talented and awesome and kissable hua cheng is but only after 6 books does it finally dawn on him that he's in love

[lutheban]

Just gals being pals, right?

again thinking about what if canon!payneland meet fem!payneland the girls are a bit ahead of them kjk

[vibigalbya]

[chloesimaginationthings]

FNAF Roxy and Vanny have some girl time,,

[the-cinnaminion]

Short-haired Besties! 🐬🎀

[clouvu]

Friendship goals 😘

[sbev-e]

i know what you are