#i think i just need a gf

[petalsfemme]

yearning for cuddles after sex, i love being fucked rough and then just nest in her arms and sleep better than never 🙁

[paintedcrows]

Holiday Classics

Been thinking about Ford watching the 70s Animated Lord of the Rings Movies... (companion comic to this post!)

[a-scary-lack-of-common-sense]

I think I made some of you guys a little sad with my last post, so you can have some happy aftermath twins before part 2, as a treat ❤️

[2deadkat]

Okay as cool as Rhea and Liv or Rhea and Tiffany are…

may I consider:

I’m calling them Ripsky

[dismas-n-dismay]

The think pieces I could write on how Falin’s first appearance as a chimera- with her elegantly settling down onto the ground while simultaneously crushing one of Kabru’s team members beneath him is metaphorical of the worship and image Marcille (as well as Laios) has of Falin no matter the circumstances.

It’s near biblical the way they perceive her under desperation to have her back. Obviously they both love and admire her but it’s so easy to see when Falin falls into being a little sister or silly friend to either of them when they’re safe and comfortable, but the way they truly see her is so real. She’s graceful, gentle, flawless in every moment. Hell even as she’s murdering people Marcille says that Falin is just confused. Kabru tells her that she doesn’t care how many people would die if it meant she got to save Falin and he’s right. All her sins are absolved under what she means to them.

To Marcille and Laios to even be near Falin is a grace unparalleled, to be in her presence and acknowledged by her is divinity and nothing else compares. They are elevated only by the privilege of loving her in the ways they do and the privilege of being able to protect her.

Anything less is a failure to the love she so generously, selflessly provides.

[bruciemilf]

Joined the bnha frontlines 🫡 am I doing it right

[lemongogo]

they should get to kill each other at least twice .i think

[daisybell-on-a-carousel]

"Jason was the happy robin" this, "jason was the angry robin" that. Let's all be fully honest here Jason was the lonely robin

[artsymeeshee]

one of those nights

[tomwambsgans]

greg said actually i wanna take YOU out and I'M gonna pay for it

[unexpectedbrickattack]

short king and his shorter kings

[atotalpitch]

Anna Kendrick talking (briefly) about Beca's relationship with the Bellas was NOT on my 2024 bingo card. in fact, i'm actually physically shaking. what the hell.

[paintedcrows]

Some Fords! (and Martin K Blackwood is also there)

[muirmarie]

i was thinking about that 'joanna hitches a ride on the enterprise' fic (the one where she's not biologically mccoy's), and i was thinking about her being into engineering instead of medical, maybe, and scotty just being Delighted, and then i was thinking about scotty saying, "ach, any daughter of mccoy's is a daughter of mine," and now i just keep chuckling thinking that this is something that scotty (not in a relationship with mccoy in this story to be clear) has done the Entire Time he's known mccoy??? "any ex of his is an ex of mine" "any old college friend of his is an old college friend of mine" "any enemy of his is an enemy of mine"

joanna and mccoy are both trying so hard to get their relationship back after everything that happened between them (neither of their faults in this one), and spock and kirk are both trying but are both Very Awkward around her, meanwhile scotty's walking around the ship calling her their daughter like 2.5 seconds after meeting her, tbh

[muttsupreme]

LIPSTICK ON ROMAAAAANNNNNNNNN

him w this hair in s1……ROMAAAANNNN!!!!! bring back ur s1 hair and my life is yours..

I’ve written so many drafts previously (um obviously not here but privately) about Roman using your lipstick/lipgloss and most frequently, your chapstick.

It starts with him wanting to smell like you; vanilla lip masks that look way too sticky but he tries a little on his fingertip and rubs it on very lightly after you leave your desk. Shiv’s face scrunches up when she sees him with a glossy lip for the first time since she let him borrow her Polly Pocket makeup kit when they were kids (her mom got it for her before it was even released, and assumed she’d be so excited; she was not).

Shiv will make some snide quip, privately for once.

“Uhh, did you…just come back from Sephora, or…?”

“What?” He immediately goes on high-alert, higher defense, and realizes that it must be glossy, the fucking lip mask bullshit that smells like warm vanilla and cookies and tastes like pure sugar when he stupidly licks his lips without thinking (or maybe to hope, y’know, that your spit is in it, so it’s indirect kissing). “Oh - fuck you, do you want chapped, dry, disgusting lips? Because some of us don’t want to look like ogres, Fiona.”

“Hey, I was just asking,” she says in a higher pitch with a dismissive chuckle. She doesn’t mention it again; she recognized the smell, who that smell usually follows. Roman’s wary of her from then on, for weeks.

Next time, he’s going through your bag that you refuse to unpack, because it’s only a weekend trip and then you’re going somewhere else immediately after. Why unpack when you’re gonna repack the next day?

He sees stuff, tons of stuff. Sniffs sweaters when you turn around. He’s got your blanket pulled out already, draped across the bed and him, laying on his side looking at you as you get ready for bed in the ensuite bathroom, door open so he can continue making fun of your regiment and the things you’ve packed.

From your purse nearby, or your makeup bag, he picks up a lipstick (I imagine Diorelita). It opens with a quiet ‘pop’ that you recognize and turn around to see him looking attentively at the color.

“Think it suits me?”

“Mmh, maybe. Wanna see?” You reply with a grin, watching him get a little shy on you.

“C’mere,” you encourage him, sitting on his lap as he leans against the headboard, your lipstick in hand. “Lemme make you pretty.”

He lets you, and you’re shocked he’s staying so still. When you’re done, you snarkily - but entirely jokingly - say, “Now what do we say?”

“Fuck you? Thank you, for…making me pretty,” and he does, he’s very, very pretty with that color on, and you did very well gliding it on evenly. He leans up to kiss you just as you lean down to kiss him; the lipstick smears onto your lips.

“Roro - your lipstick’s getting on me,” you try to rub it off, unsexily. You don’t really have to be sexy around him, it’s one of your favorite things.

“Um, it’s your lipstick, I’m just…temporarily borrowing it,” he huffs defensively. His heart literally does fucking cartwheels when you call him that stupid, almost maternal nickname. “Just come here - shut the fuck up, stop complaining. I’d lick the lipstick off you if you’d just get a little - closer.”

“Aw, romantic boy,” you coo, kissing him sweetly and feeling his tongue stick out, lapping at your lips, making good on his promise like a little puppy. When you’re almost positive he must be done, you pull away, but he’s not having it.

“Whoa - slow your fucking roll, you’re not going anywhere, you look…you look like a clown, lipstick’s still all over everywhere,” he says, trying to get you to come back instead of going back to the bathroom. You’re pretty sure, not positive but willing to bet, that he’s lying and you have no lipstick left anywhere on your face.

“I’ll come back,” you reassure with a whisper; you hate to leave him alone when he’s being so sweet, with such pretty makeup on. “Aww, pretty baby,” you can’t stop yourself from cooing at the unintentionally pouty look on his face, one he’d be humiliated by if he saw. You give him a chaste peck.

“Jesus, give me a second to brush my teeth and pee and I’ll be back. Promise.”

“Yeah, but then you won’t taste like you, you’ll taste like…mint and tap water,” he complains. There’s no pleasing him, other than you being beside him at all times.

Okay whatever that’s just two of my many one billion ideas of Romulus and his obsession with…….indirectly kissing you, being pretty for you, being close to you, and um, your lips in general. I could and might write another little thought-post about his obsession with your lips and stuff, who knows. I’m feeling romantical (‘roman’ being the main part of the word).

[chai-berries]

rugby!abby having an IMPORTANT home game and while she’s at pre-game warm up, she gets a text from ellie that just says “good luck and ur welcome ;))))” and when abby clicks on it she finds a video ellie took of you and dina getting ready for the game. ellie is sitting on the couch while you and dina flutter around the apartment. the school colors are red and white and while abby’s home game jersey is a white one with red details, you’re wearing her red away-game one with a white tennis skirt underneath it. her jersey fits differently on you because she’s bulked but she also likes them to not be too tight on her [much to your disappointment]. abby is clutching her phone up to her face as she watches you dance to dina’s pregame playlist, singing into whatever you have in your hand at the moment. the video is almost over when abby hears ellie say behind the camera, “everyone say good luck to abby!!” you spin around — your skirt flares out making abby’s breath catch — and pose for the video, hands up and hip out “good luck to my beautiful and scary talented girlfriennnnnndddd” ellie and dina are laughing as you beam in response to your very adorable pda. the video ends.

abby’s smile is so wide it’s hurting, and one of her teammates makes a joke but abby shrugs it off, texting ellie “thanks for that haha” and texting you “you’re so fucking cute! i love you and i’ll see ya soon” before locking her phone for the pregame huddle