#it gets weird and intimate

[navree]

if i had a nickel for every time a famous and influential batman story arc had both superman and jason todd playing a pivotal role, i'd have four nickels, which really isn't a lot but it is weird that it's happened four separate times over three decades

[bulbabutt]

sometimes you just need somebody else to point out the obvious. thank goodness for mikey and her gender collecting habit!

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[leatherjacketed]

Sam and Dean don't work with so many fan fiction tropes because they're just too weird. If Sam and Dean woke up handcuffed together, they already stand so close they probably wouldn't even notice. If there was 'only one bed' left in the motel room, they would probably fight obnoxiously over who would take the floor/couch for fifteen minutes before agreeing to just share the bed. And the whole time they'd be trying to give the other more of the blanket/space on the bed because they're just so weird. In a fuck or die situation, Sam and Dean would have no qualms about it whatsoever. Honestly they would probably pop a stiffy from being able to lend their body to ensure the other's survival at their own expense. Like, that's just how they are in the show. Fake dating? These two already act like an old married couple. If they started acting like they were dating, they would barely have to play anything up or do anything different. They're just that weird. Like, I'm telling you. Fan fiction tropes and Sam and Dean don't work. Because they're just so, so weird.

[abyssal-ilk]

can i be honest with you all rq. i do not understand the idea that vivienne is some sort of ice cold dommy mommy. maybe its because i am a tender lover vivienne truther but i do not see it. some of you may of fallen for the ice queen mask i fear.

[thetarttfuldickhead]

The call connects and there’s Roy, seemingly back at his own house, seated on a grey couch and wearing a scowl dark enough to match his t-shirt and jacket.

Trent smiles, though carefully not too wide. “Hello Roy. Thank you for agreeing to this.”

Roy grunts. “Better you than any of the other wankers,” he mutters.

Trent makes an effort to hide his grin. Visibly gloating about having the sort of access to Roy Kent that other journalists – independent or disgraced or otherwise – can only dream of isn’t likely to get him the exclusive comments that he needs from Richmond’s head coach on today’s kerfuffle.

“So,” he offers smoothly, “what do you—“

He’s cut off by the loud bang of a door slamming shut on the other end and a startled fuck from Roy and then there’s Jamie Tartt’s head coming into view as it flops down on Roy’s lap. He must have thrown himself down onto the couch.

“It’s all such fucking bullshit, man,” Jamie pronounces dramatically as he – Trent’s eyebrows rise another inch – grabs Roy’s arm and pulls it over his chest, claiming half a cuddle. “Did you know—“

“I’m in the middle of an interview, you twat,” Roy barks, but he does not, Trent notes with increasing interest and incredulity, remove his arm.

“Since when do— ?” Lifting his head from Roy’s lap, Jamie blinks at the screen. “Oh! Uh. Hi, Trent! How you doin’, you good?” His grin is wide, easy, with no hint of embarrassment, and Trent finds himself smiling back. Jamie has always been charismatic, but the last few years have seen his swagger turn into a good-natured charm that’s surprisingly hard to resist.

“I’m fine, thank you, Jamie. And regarding the news this afternoon, how do you—“

“No,” Roy immediately says, shifting to push Jamie off his lap in spite of the younger man’s indignant protests. “He has no fucking comment. He’s not part of this conversation. He’s not even fucking here.”

“The fuck are you on about, mate, he can see I’m— “

“Go to the kitchen,” Roy interrupts. “Get me a whisky. If I have to listen to you complain about wankers on Twitter or split fingernails or whatever, I need a fucking drink.”

“You’re an arsehole,” Jamie tells him from out of the picture, but he doesn’t sound particularly upset. “I haven’t even got any split fingernails.” And then he must be off because he doesn’t say anything else and Roy turns back to Trent, glaring like he’s daring Trent to say it.

Trent, with equal parts cunning and self-preservation, says nothing at all. Waits.

Eventually, Roy’s shoulders drop a millimeter. He lets out a huff. “Jamie’s fucking needy, all right? He needs fucking hugs and shit and he turns into a moody bitch prima donna if he doesn’t get them, so.” He presses his lips together, having apparently said all he intends to say on the subject.

Trent had noticed Jamie’s fondness for hanging off anyone's and everyone’s shoulder during his season with the team. He hadn’t known and would never have imagined, though, that Roy would ever be willing to indulge the tendency, especially not to this degree. And that rather begs the question...

“Roy,” he says carefully. “You know that, if the two of you are—“

“We’re not.” And Roy closes his eyes, shakes his head. Opens them, looking resigned, but looking a little bit wry too. “Be less fucking weird if we were, wouldn’t it? But we’re not. It’s just… “ He pauses. Shakes his head again. “It’s Jamie. Just… fucking Jamie.”

“Except you are not,” Trent says, just to be clear, just because being a bit of an asshole is a habit, and fun.

“Except I’m not,” Roy growls, and looks like he’s about to add something more – something scatching and imaginatively insulting, Trent assumes – but then he lifts his head, turning towards someone offscreen. “What— ? Yeah, we’re fucking done. Bye, Crimm,” he adds, and then the screen goes dark as Roy abruptly ends the call.

“Bye, Roy,” Trent tells the silence. “I’ll just text you the questions, shall I? You can get back to me when you’re done giving Jamie Tartt a cuddle.”

[thevampireglee]

For Hamlet, and the trifling of his favour, Hold it a fashion, and a toy in blood; A violet in the youth of primy nature, Forward, not permanent- sweet, not lasting; The perfume and suppliance of a minute; No more.

[canisalbus]

Vasco and Machete are absolutely adorable, your style is so lovely and you draw the softest beds I’ve ever seen in any art ever

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[mittysins]

What happens when the old abandoned android you found and decided to restore happens to have a mind of their own?

Teach them all they want to learn about being human, obviously. While also giving them some sweet upgrades!

Meda doesn’t know who made Drew, but he DOES know that Drew is incredibly unique. They have little recovered memory of their life before their shutdown, and they aren’t quite sure what their purpose is, but Meda told them that not everything needs a purpose. Some things can just be.

[moonshynecybin]

I wish we could’ve seen Marc’s reaction to Vale’s retirement. At the end of the day Marc basically worshipped him throughout his childhood and Vale was one of the first to support him when Marc first got in MotoGP. I wonder if despite all he still felt even the tiniest bit sad or if it was just a relief for him.

i mean we very much do have his reaction to vale's retirement. that was a pretty significant thing that happened. like i understand where you’re coming from here but we very much do have that quote

[idontmindifuforgetme]

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[xf-cases-solved]

there is something so deeply intimate about the fact that mulder signed as a witness to scully's will

[trekfacility]

usually i get uncomfortable with intimate scenes in movies or series but this...........this is done so good!!! the camera work, the chemistry between the actors, the music, the acting EVERYTHING i am literally trying not to jump out of my seat............

[skitskatdacat63]

This is a special genre of f1 picture(to ME.)

[londonhalcyon]

Didn't know lily had a Reddit account 😭

I am curious though, since the mad witch is rated T, would any potential smut be made in a one shot so it could have a separate rating?

Possibly. I might consider posting a separate scene further down the line. Most likely M-rated, not explicit, but it would leave far less to the imagination than Chapter 41.

This isn’t a guarantee, but there is, uh, a “Legilimency scene” closer to the fifty-something chapter range that I’ve been trying to figure out how to pull off without breaking the rating or doing a complete fade to black. It might be worth it to just write the full scene and then gut it for the main fic. In that case, it would be no issue to post the unabridged version on its own with a higher rating.

But, again, no guarantees. I’ll consider it.

[datura-tea]

im drawing something that's suuuper suggestive and i want to post it here but i don't want it to get flagged... last time i posted something that had a little too much skin it got flagged despite it having no visible junk. meanwhile i just scrolled past some dude's hairy butt. tumblr i don't get you!!!!

[realbeefman]

writing for like minds is so hard because both alex and nigel are living and perceiving reality through suuuch a particular lens. nigel will think something bananas like The only truthful barrier that lies between us is death, that fateful stumble through the gateway between time into a place immemorial… and alex will do some *waves hand vaguely at entirety of voiceover canon scenes* and then they’ll both be watching each other with an involuntary smile on their face and a softness to their eyes they would never internally recognize as the fondness that it is. can you guys stop being so emotionally indirect about everything so i can convey the things you’re doing in my mind palace into something that isn’t “and then they lioked at each other yaoifully bu then away (they are repressed)”