#let the nerds kiss

[positive-total-drama-takez]

Nerd yuri

That's it, that's the take

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[clawz-loopz]

It takes a nerd to know one. Which is why they should kiss

[flowercrowns-n-punks]

Yes , just yes

I fuckin hate narcholas but that doesn’t mean I won’t post narc grant propaganda :/

They r in LOVE

[winters-rose-daughterofcain]

Let Penelope be a loser guys come one. "Why was she asking him to kiss her?" "Why was she the desperate one?" "Why didn't she make him work for it-" Because she likes him!!!!

Because pretty much any time not spent around Colin in episode 1&2 she's unhappy. Because he was being kind and she was relaxing around him and enjoying herself and doing well talking to people, because she's liked this boy for years and never truly gave up on him even when everything practical told her too. Because she was finally dressing the way she wanted and making a plan to get away from her family and it was actually working, she was genuinely desirable and a viable option, for once everything is going right and she also has Colin even if not the way the romantic side of her would hope, and then it all goes to absolute shit.

Suddenly she's an embarrassment and unwanted and the chance of marriage or escape or freedom has gone from slim to none, suddenly any respect or desirability she had is gone, and all because of the connection that has made her the most happy, all because people found out about Colin and his kindness and suddenly it all feels silly and desperate and like the childish dream of a 'sad, stupid girl'. Suddenly everything is ruined and she is once again a laughing stock. And she then had to go home and write about it, putting the nail in her own fucking coffin.

Because she is miserable and lonely and a young girl yearning to be loved. Because all of a sudden Colin is in her garden bribing her maid to get her alone, suddenly she's reminded that someone dose care, someone dose want her, someone dose hear and listen to her, someone still see's her as worthy of love even if (as she thinks) there is no possible way it could be the same kind. And that someone is the kind, handsome boy she's liked since she was a child. Someone she trusts, and it gave her just enough hope to try.

She asks him to kiss her because she wanted that one moment, that one memory of love and passion and intimacy with the boy she loves after having any hope of more from anyone completely dashed. She never wanted or asked Colin to grovel or beg, she just wanted an apology and she got one it literally didn't need to be more than that. He was on his knees in that damn carriage professing his love and need of her, dreaming of kissing her in a garden literally less then twelve hours after this and interrupting her dances to stop a proposal, he's a fucking loser (said with love), they both are. Let the girl ask for a kiss when she's yearning and upset and in love with her close friend god damn it.

Edit: this was like half a joke um but yeah more serious expansion here lol.

[currymanganese]

If we ever get Sydcarmy endgame I want to see them crack jokes with each other more, especially during a sex scene if we ever get one, and to see them make each other giggle and fall to pieces and shit. I want them to start sitting next to each other at family, holding hands after the meal or patting/rubbing each other's knees below the table. I want them to throw an arm over each other's shoulders as they brainstorm menu ideas. I want, before they get together, and after they've signed documents to give Sydney an official stake in the restaurant and she shakes the Berzattos' hands, I want Carmy's handshake with her to linger on a little too long and leave him awkward and red as a beet. I want Natalie, Richie, Tina, Ebra, Marcus, Sweeps, Manny, the new staff, Uncle Jimmy, Donna, Sydney's Dad, POTUS, the Vatican, Oprah, and the internet to clock the soft and loving looks that they furtively shoot each other. I want them to have full blown arguments where they don't hold anything back and see them compromise and kiss and make up. I want them to meet each other's families. I want-

*GUNSHOT SOUNDS- CAR SPEEDING OFF*

[existentialgaybirdnerd]

How their first kiss went:

Ghost took Soap aside one day, after a successful mission that was super close to being fucked because some dickwad wanted more money for information on the taskforce.

They're at a bar, listening to the radio station the bar just happened to have on at the time, something soft and slow, they're laughing and drinking with Price, Gaz, Laswell, and Ale and Rudy who are visiting.

It's been about a year since the shitfest that was Las Almas and they've only gotten closer with the two leaders of the Vaqueros.

Something extra soft comes on the radio, everyone pleasantly buzzed (Ghost, Soap, Ale, Laswell) or pissed beyond compare to have some fun after their most recent span of shitfest missions (Price, Gaz, Rudy) and Ale goes to keep Rudy from causing havoc while Laswell gets Price and Gaz into a simultaneous game and discussion, leaving Ghost and Soap alone, nursing their drinks and laughing over their dumb ass family.

Ghost hasn't felt this good in SO LONG and he's not even actually drunk, just one bourbon down and nursing a second, wishing he had the guts to shed his "DANGER DANGER STAY AWAY" persona for more than a few seconds, more than a few laughs hidden behind a hand, a few puns muttered in the silent comms system to keep his new teammate friend family member focused on not dying, shed it for something softer and more outgoing and WILLING to be soft and stupid and drunk with his PEOPLE.

Soap is standing by him, wishing none of this and basking in the warmth that Ghost seems to emanate even with his coldest stare focused on someone never him, he's so soft with Soap and his voice challenging whoever may be stupid enough to TOUCH or HURT, to do so and see what the consequences will be.

But Soap does wish.

He wishes he could touch, wishes he could bring Ghost into the laughter without the hand in front of his face by just being trustworthy enough for him, Soap wishes he could brush his fingers against the lips resting on the glass in Ghost's hand, ready for another sip of the alcohol and unwilling to yet just in case it's a bad time and someone does something so stupid he might just snort it out of his nose. You have to be prepared to do that at least once in this group.

Soap wishes he could show Simon what it's like to feel gentleness after so much harshness within their lives and within their almost deaths and within the hell that is their world and what they've seen and experienced, not just as soldiers, but as THEM.

God, Soap wishes he could feel that gentleness from Ghost, given to him like a gift and reciprocated and bounced back and forth in an almost dance.

Ghost catches him staring. He stares back, trying to figure out where Soap is going to go with his brilliant mind and what he just might say when it comes to it.

He decides to take the first step despite the fear in his belly, twisting a sharp unpleasant hot poker of anxiety deep and BURNING.

But he doesn't show it. Ghost grabs Soap's arm, and asks him if he wants to get a breath of fresh air and a cigarette with him. Soap agrees with a smile that promises nothing but the best and the worst and eyes that seem to ask Simon for the stars if he so wishes to get them.

They go outside, laughing behind a hand and up to the sky, breathless as they exit because Gaz and Rudy did something stupid and funny and oh so them.

They get outside and they're stunned by the coolness of the night after the warmth of the bar and their family and each other, huddling for a second as Ghost takes out two cigarettes and lights them. They're close enough to share alcohol-filled breath and laughter and newly made inside jokes all with a look and smoke curling out of their upturned lips.

Ghost starts the conversation, talking about how everything went down in the last few days and asking if Johnny is ok, asking if he's still sore from falling down that one incline and "That was a risky maneuver Seargent" but smiling with his Glasgow scars on display and obviously having a crack at Soap's own misfortune of the past week or so after a few clumsy mishaps due to not being able to see a tree root or two. They both know he's fine and this is about the 5th time Ghost is checking up on him.

Soap indulges him. Rehashing their previous conversations about the same thing, giving his excuses, and even gently prodding at a particularly dark bruise he knows Ghost sports on his ribs from being thrown into a wall by a man who came out of nowhere around a corner and body slammed him.

They drift into silence as their cigarettes get closer to being done, sharing silence and still close enough to share breath, leaning on one another to ensure they're there and alive and breathing and ok.

It's soft and Simon looks up at the moon, gathering his strength to say something he's been chewing on for approximately 3 weeks after a particular revelation on behalf of Gaz pointing out that it's "really not platonic to stare at your friend's throat like that when they're laughing" because Soap laughs with his whole body, eyes closed because he's smiling so hard and head thrown back to let more noise escape his throat and more laughter to give volume to.

It's not normal to want to kiss the entire expanse of that throat, to swallow the laughter and the giggles and watch as his eyes narrow with the grin on his face from 2 inches away, kissing the dimples that Ghost KNOWS show up when Soap so much as smirks.

He says something. He tells Johnny that it doesn't mean anything if he doesn't want it to but he'd like it to mean something. He tells Johnny that he wants to hang the stars for him because that's how he looks at him, he wants to deserve the look and if giving the universe to Johnny on a necklace made of the Milkyway is the way to do it then by gods he will find a way.

Johnny looks at him in amazement, his cigarette hanging in limp fingers as he watches Ghost not fidget, he's too controlled for that but maybe shuffle in place and flick the ash off his own cigarette as he explains and then waits patiently but scared he's so scared for this to ruin something please don't let it ruin it nervous.

And Johnny speaks.

He grabs Ghost's unoccupied hand as he snubs his own cigarette with his boot and brings his eyes to him with his other hand on his cheek, and speaks the words Ghost wanted to hear but dreaded knowing.

He looks at Ghost like he hung the stars because he might as well have. Ghost makes Soap feel human and oh so vulnerable but he also feels such strength when he's near and backed by HIS Ghost. He doesn't want Simon to get him the universe on a necklace, just his happiness would bring peace to Soap's soul in every way. Being able to see Simon and not just Ghost is a gift and a blessing all wrapped in one big package that he just wants to give the best to at all times.

He struggles with words at the best of times, but this time, Ghost waxes poetic right back at Soap as they get closer to each other. Bodies pressed so tightly they might as well be one in the eyes of the universe, foreheads together and second cigarette snubbed under another quick boot.

He's got one hand on Johnny's waist and his other occupied by the hand-holding they've had going on for the majority of this conversation now as they discuss some rules for being in the field and who they'll tell and let be privy to this new thing and when they're done talking and finally impatient with each other's and their own hesitance, Simon closes the distance and kisses Soap under the moon and the stars and the ratty LED bulb outside the pub.

And he falls in love a little bit more. As he's given softness and sureness and love in turn, as they deepen the kiss and make a little more passionate, as he's given the ability to take what he's wanted for WEEKS now and possibly even months now that he thinks about it.

Their first kiss tastes like cheap booze and fish and chips and cigarettes.

Their first kiss feels like silence in a storm but it also feels like the storm and it feels like the best thing they could think of but their thinking kinda stops when they have to take their first breath from each other.

Their first kiss is a slow and passionate thing shared at a bar with the knowledge that they should probably be going soon so everyone can sleep off their alcohol of the night.

But it's so perfect for them. They both look forward to many more to come.

[andy-clutterbuck]

Edgar Bradley The Murmuring (2022)

[glamfellens]

pov ur gf keeps throwing herself directly into the frontline of combat for "religious reasons"

[flashdoesahundredyarddash]

eyeballing at gl:tas halbarry even barry didn't appear at that show at all (idk I feel like if barry appears in gl:tas the halbarry fandom will explode)

Can we all agree that the portrayed writing for the characters in GL:TAS is one of the best-perceived versions (<- Might be me but that show actually understood the characters, let me be honest...) Especially the comics they have on this show...

(UHM YOURE SO RIGHT BTW. I would explode)

So, if we ever got a glimpse of Hal's civil life + league life in the show every now and then... I feel that we would get to explore partially his relationships with people, like how they did for characters in the show. Not to mention, we don't exactly get Hal content, because that DCAU GL and FLASH over different media has kinda been John and Wally, unless we talk for movies but I also love that duo though, they're funny...

I would let the people in charge of GL:TAS write for Barry... Or PLEASE if he did, I would enjoy seeing them with The Brave and The Bold dynamic... (Would literally kick my legs and giggle). I could image that the series version of Hal and Barry would be a take on their friendship, specifically with how they act with one another. They would also personally portray Barry as a nerd, let's be honest... Or just the way (If anyone has ever seen Star Trek: The Original Series) (TOS) Spock (<- Star Trek reference, uhmm K/S is so Halbarry..)

THEY WOULD SO BE KIRK AND SPOCK IF THEY WERE IN GL:TAS!!!!?!?!?!!? Hellooo...

It's a literal crime that they canceled this show, have you SEEN the promo art for GL:TAS season 2 (<- The art by Bruce Timm, I hate him but we get to see a little glimpse of what could have been)

[wickerwax]

plausible deniability

“I’m pretty sure we’re doing this assignment wrong.” Obi-Wan said thoughtfully. His sketchbook, previously neglected, had a carefully labelled diagram of a type of shrub that did not, strictly speaking, quite exist as depicted. Or at all.

“Really?” Bant said, flaring her gills in the way that approximated rolling eyes for Mon Calamari, “Gosh, I can’t imagine how you came to that conclusion, mister ‘technically not at fault’.”

“And I technically wasn’t!” he returned with a grin. “If Masters want the whole truth then they should word their questions better. Between shielding and diplomacy, we’re literally being taught to be evasive little shitheads, sorry, specialists in precision and specificity. Knight Billaba told me it was a right of passage and evidence of having learned the fundamentals well.”

“I’d say Quinlan’s rubbed off on you but luckily I’m too smart for that.” she said, tugging another spindly stem to study the leaves more closely. “You’ve always been a little shithead. I think you should make the leaves attenuate more, we’re saying this is a fairly low-water environment.”

“Bant!” he mock-gasped, clutching at his chest in dramatised horror, sketchpad bouncing into the moss. “What language!”

She flipped him off, which was especially emphatic with the webbing. “If you can’t handle attenuate, I’m not sure how you’ll ever survive spinescent-”

He snorted at her but retrieved the sketch book. “I suppose we haven’t covered defence mechanisms yet, sure.”

Technically, they were probably expected to be in the archives right now researching a real plant, but. Sometimes you had to be creative and make it sound real, and they were still applying the knowledge, and he only had so much patience for plants. Plus the phrasing of the assignment had been vague enough that he’d convinced Bant into this nonsense and that meant the loophole was obvious enough to be pretty safe – Bant wasn’t anything like a flighty nunabird, but she did tend to take slightly fewer risks just for the fun of it.

Not to mention, her last mission off-world had been on a dry world without many accommodations for more aquatic species, and her skin was still looking a touch irritated. So this way, they could take a break and sneak a dip in a fountain.

They headed for one of their favourites – deep and bordered with wide, flat stones and soft grasses, disappearing into dense ferns on the far side. The fountain itself played gentle and soothing from a second stony tier and misted the ferns occasionally. And it was just tucked away enough to not be a favourite of any Masters or youngling hordes that they knew of.

Bant could get some short laps in and snuggle in the ferns or the soft silty mud of the bottom, while he could sprawl on the warm stones and bask after a refreshing dive.

Only, when he came up for air, he found himself abruptly face-to-face with Quinlan Vos, kneeling on the stones and leaning over the pool with a grin.

Obi-Wan yelped and jerked backwards, sinking back down with a splash. He surfaced a moment later, spluttering, to both of his friends cackling like mad nexu. Treading water and shoving his hair back out of his face, he narrowed his eyes at Quin, who was too busy rolling around the edge of the pool to expect retaliation. He braced his feet against the rocky side, shot out his hands to grip in Quinlan’s robes, and yanked as hard as he could; the shout he got when Quin hit the water was gratifying.

Bant was mostly submerged, and the bubbles streaming up were the equivalent of screaming with laughter while Obi-Wan let his waterlogged friend sink and scrambled out onto the stones before his foot could be grabbed. His robes, and the sketchpad, were tucked far enough away that Quinlan’s splash hadn’t bothered them. He flopped onto his belly directly onto the stones and tucked his hands under his chin as Quin bobbed back up, cursing at him. But he was grinning and his eyes were gleaming as he tried to sign to Bant to team up with him from behind his back.

“I am not getting involved.” Bant said, kicking up so her head was above the water. “Last time we caused an actual blockage in the Temple water system, an actual blockage – I won that round pretty comprehensively and I will be resting on my splaurels about it forever.

“But, Bant-” Quinlan whined, and Obi-Wan dragged a hand through the water and splashed him when he glanced back at her.“Bant, I’m being bullied!”

“Quinlan, you literally started this.”

“Well, Quin, you know what Chancellor Valorum would say-”

“Obi, don’t you dare-”

“Then perish.”

Quinlan shrieked and threw himself at Obi-Wan, who not only had the high ground but also the ground at all, and rolled to escape him. He had to scramble to his feet when he realised Quin was dead-set on clawing his way out of the pool, and that moment of hesitation cost him. He hadn’t quite hit his stride leaping up and away when Quinlan hurled himself bodily at centre mass and took both of them down in a sprawl of limbs and surprisingly heavy wet robes.

“Force, Quin, you weigh a ton right now.” he wheezed, and in response, Quinlan got a handful of grass and scrubbed it vigorously through Obi-Wan’s hair, using the sheer weight of his sodden clothes to keep him trapped as he flailed about.

“Yield?” Quinlan growled theatrically.

Obi-Wan grunted something that sounded almost conciliatory, then managed to hook an elbow and a calf around Quinlan’s and flip them, Quin landing with an oof with Obi-Wan’s back to his chest.

He laughed, breathless and nearly soundless, feeling Quin’s heart thud against his back. He was still a bit gangly but he was mostly past it – but Quin was more past it, broader and taller and -

He dropped his head onto his shoulder -for a moment, nearly cheek to cheek, and joked, “See, Quin, you’re a better mattress than a blanket.”

Quinlan made an offended tea-kettle noise and lifted his head, just as Obi-Wan turned his.

His lips dragged over Quin’s qukuuf and cheekbone and settled near one eye. Quinlan froze.

Obi-Wan froze.

Quin’s skin was soft against his, and he let out a slightly panicked huff of breath from his nose. His lips parted on a reflex for air and his friend made a tiny choked sound practically in his ear.

Obi-Wan flinched back and flopped gracelessly off of Quinlan to sprawl next to him. He met his wide-eyed gaze while trying to contain the twitching in his skin, his mind replaying the hitch in Quin’s breathing almost against his will.

Quinlan pushed up onto his elbows, still staring with those big dark eyes that Obi-Wan couldn’t look away from. He very valiantly did not let his gaze wander lower, which really only meant that he saw every second of Quin’s eyebrow raising, and then the deliberate shift of his eyes down to Obi-Wan’s mouth. He swallowed, and wet his lips, and watched Quin’s eyes get somehow deeper and darker.

He rolled to one side – the side that brought him closer – and he should have looked silly in his drenched robes sticking in weird places and his hair in wet ropes dripping everywhere. Instead he just looked – like his friend, Quin, who was a pain in the ass and a menace always and never wore sleeves when he could avoid it, and who was beautiful.

“Obi,” Quinlan said, whisper-rough, reaching out to brush his fingertips against the edge of his jaw. He was actually quite close, they were actually quite close, he hadn’t really moved very far away, and Quin’s thumb was tracing a line under his chin, and his fingers were curled lightly along the side of his face, and Quin was smiling-

“Obi,” he said again, “Stop me if I’m wrong but I’d like to kiss you and I don’t think you’re opposed.”

“Not opposed is one way of putting it.” Obi-Wan said, very glad he was lying prone and equally wishing he was wearing more clothes.

For a moment, Quinlan’s shields slipped, and his lovely forest-at-moonrise presence lapped cool and steady and buzzing with life against his. His eyelids drooped in the face of it, leaning into Quin’s hand with a smile curling lazily across his face as his friend shifted closer. It wasn’t as if he’d never kissed anyone before, or been tempted to kiss anyone, or propositioned by anyone – but anyone wasn’t Quin gleaming with water and mischief.

“How would you put it then?” Quinlan murmured, and his face was so close, lips almost brushing. Oh, to be the target of Quinlan Vos’ sincere and gentle seductions.

And, well, rather starstruck realisations aside, they had been friends for a long time. There were patterns. They’d spent several years at this point tossing the worst sort of innuendo back and forth just to hear the rest of their friends make their bestworst impressions of vomiting.

...and he could feel Bant heading over now that the obvious rough-housing had stopped for too long.

“Why, Quin darling,” he said in his most infuriating drawl, even as he curled his fingers around Quin’s wrist and his Force presence around the rest of him, radiating the warmth and joy and interest he felt as pointedly as he could manage, “I would say I’m simply gagging for it-”

“NO!” Bant wailed and a chunk of moss hit the back of his head as he ducked forwards, tucking his face under Quinlan’s chin. Bant’s splaurels might be in danger of abandonment in favour of revenge. “Not in front of my favourite fountain, you gremlins!”

[dirtyjvconfessions]

most american men are cut so statically(🤓) speaking he is cut

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[dragonlights]

So I started a run of bg3 to romance astarion cause he's such a sassy dickwad, and I love him, but then. I actually Met Karlach In Game.

And apparently by not hitting on her during the night you get that option... I went back and can't sleep with her now... And just. Oof.

She's just. So much Taller. And bigger. And her HAIR , and the horns, and she's chaotic but a sweetheart and astarion is a douche.

But dear fuck I want to climb that red woman like a tree.

I've never climbed a tree!

But for her I would make a SPIRITED EFFORT.

[tashizweig]

sat here watching the new little mermaid and screaming through the whole thing because it was so DEEPLY sweet and romantic. i think this is maybe the first time in a while that i realized i had an hour left of a movie and felt relieved because i didn't want it to end

[yappacadaver]

one thing about me is if you include the little like. drool connection. in your art/fic about kissing i am out i am gone you will never hear from me again

[howl-at--the-sun]

Hey Howl!!! I saw your tags and am very curious, if you’re comfortable sharing 👀

Squiggles I know this is you

Alright, for all of my tumblr family that has not heard, I have a boyfriend!!!

[stardustandrockets]

Happy Valentine's Day, friends!

Whether you celebrate or not, I come bearing some of my favorite love stories. They're not all about romantic love as I wanted to be as inclusive as I could given the books I've read.

The conventional recs are pretty self explanatory, the unconventional recs are either stories where romance takes the backseat to the overall story, familial love, or not your typical read-on-Valentine's stories. The comic/manga recs are a mix.

Drop your recommendations below or tell me what you're currently reading.

Slide 2: • The Charm Offensive by Alison Cochrun • The Dead Romantics by Ashley Poston • Never Been Kissed by Timothy Janovsky • XOXO by Axie Oh • Bookish and the Beast by Ashley Poston • A Quiet Kind of Thunder by Sara Barnard

Slide 3: • A Marvellous Light by Freya Marske • If We Were Villains by M.L. Rio • Winter's Orbit by Everina Maxwell • A Far Wilder Magic by Allison Saft • The Scorpio Races by Maggie Stiefvater • The Whispering Dark by Kelly Andrew

Slide 4: • Laura Dean Keeps Breaking Up with Me by Mariko Tamaki and Rosemary Velero-O'Connell • Fence by C.S. Pacat • The Prince and the Dressmaker by Jen Wang • Hana-Kimi by Hisaya Nakajo • I Hear the Sunspot by Yuki Fumino • Love in Focus by Yoko Nogiri