#lunch in space

[swan2swan]

Whoever conceived and animated this moment, I hope they're doing well and thriving. This is S-rank romance stuff here.

[yuwuta]

whenever you and satoru have an argument, he holds your hand and he won’t let go until he’s certain you’re not mad anymore. you’re telling him off because he forgot to unpack the dishwasher again, and he knows that’s his fault and you have a right to be mad but he hates when you’re mad and even worse when you’re mad at him, so he does the first thing that comes to mind and laces your hands together. now you can’t leave and be mad at him alone, you have to be mad at him while he’s connected to you and satoru has learned that that far reduces the amount of time you spend mad at him. getting upset because he led you two in the wrong direction? holding hands until you’ve cooled down. upset with him for being reckless mid-fight? he drops his infinity just to be close to you, holds your hand and tells you the curse can wait, he needs your forgiveness more. mad at him because he forgot something important on his way home? you’re holding hands until you forgive him—which could be all the way until you go to bed, or dragging you by your connected hands with him to the store to pick up what was forgotten. you get irritated with him in public? he’s quick to hold your hands and beg for kisses. sometimes the first years see you steaming and satoru following you like a lovesick puppy, his leash being your laced fingers and megumi just sighs and explain to yuuji and nobara that, “they’re fighting. this is their get along tactic, just leave them be.” 

[spookberry]

"i kissed a girl once when i was 12" is kind of a losing response anyways

[365filmsbyauroranocte]

Foreign Correspondent (Alfred Hitchcock, 1940)

[parkercore-69]

hey its the cute, marketable versions of sam and max!!

[taya-ki]

Lunch date ⁠♡

[egophiliac]

Do yoy like their silly little dance

the inside of my brain at any given moment:

[ddeck]

commander fox that spends two hours before his shift doing a full drag make up routine because no one will know if he just doesn't remove the helmet is this anything

[cucumbermoon]

In the very first scene of The Wire, Garak asks Bashir if he was up late “entertaining one of (his) lady friends.” Bashir explains that no, he was up really really late reading a boring book that he hated. Why did the important space station doctor deprive himself of sleep reading a terrible book that he didn’t like? Oh, because this guy he has lunch with likes it.

I want to point out that Garak’s question was obviously intended to serve as the official “No Homo” announcement for the ensuing (very homo) episode, as was obviously necessary for super gay episodes of tv in the 90’s. However, Julian’s response was so gay, I submit that it instantly Homo’d the No Homo.

[dippedinmelancholy]

Something so like, underhandedly toxic and incredibly insane to me is Feyre’s view on how family is supposed to work, even after she has escaped poverty, is the richest woman in the Night Court, literally the top 1% in all of the world.

She’s begins ACOTAR in the traditional male/father role for her family because her father is literally a piece of shit who can’t be bothered to care for his children at all. She believes she’s the only one doing any real work because she is doing the bulk of labor that brings in any money, determines how much money anyone in her family gets, and makes the choices of who her sisters are allowed to marry, despite them all being adults at the beginning of ACOTAR. While objectively annoying, you can understand how she is in this role and why she feels the way she does. When you’re in poverty and that run down, it can feel like you’re doing everything by yourself.

Yet, she goes through the entire series, supposedly grows (I don’t see it but I will let that go for now) and heals. Flash forward to ACOSF.

Among the many stupid reasons Feyre is upset about Nesta, she’s upset that Nesta doesn’t want to LIVE WITH HER. That Nesta didn’t choose to help decorate the room Feyre has plucked out in her new shiny mansion for Nesta. Upset that Nesta doesn’t want to be deeply involved with the Inner Circle. Upset that Nesta wants to celebrate Feyre’s birthday away from the IC for a small dinner with just her sisters.

Feyre firmly expects her sisters to keep living with her because, ope, she’s still in charge and gets to say what they can or cannot do with their lives. She puts the stamp of approval on Elain gardening, so Elain gets to do it. Elain stays close to the wraiths and lives with Feyre, so Elain is safe. But anything Feyre doesn’t approve of as a life choice, her sisters daring to live apart from her? That is insulting and cruel in the eyes of Feyre, and therefore Rhysand.

The only way Feyre lets them/is happy with them living apart from her is when they marry someone of her approval. And even then, Rhysand and Co show up in the House of Wind whenever the fuck they want. All of the security in place is directly under Rhysand’s control. It still gets used whenever the IC uses it. An entire population of abused, broken, and deeply religious women live in the library under the house. There is absolutely no privacy.

Is it objectively decent that there is a place for abused women (priestesses alone though) to be safe and heal and find companionship? Yes. Does Nesta support this? Yes. Should NESTA HAVE HER OWN HOME WITH PRIVACY WHERE SHE DOESN’T HAVE TO WORRY ABOUT PEOPLE LIVING UNDER HER????? YES. SHOULD NESTA BE ABLE TO LOCK HER DOORS AND TELL RHYSAND TO FUCK OFF BECAUSE SHE JUST NEEDS A MINUTE TO BREATHE, SHOULD SHE HAVE THE SPACE TO SAY WHO SHE WILL AND WILL NOT ALLOW IN HER HOUSE AT ANY GIVEN MOMENT REGARDLESS OF THE FUCKING REASON????? YES. SHOULD SHE BE ABLE TO LEAVE/ENTER HER OWN HOUSE WITHOUT EXTREME PHYSICAL LABOR OR RELYING ON PEOPLE THAT COULD MAKE HER HOMELESS WITH A SIMLE PETTY THOUGHT? YESYESYESYESYES.

This is literally insane on Feyre’s part. This is not how adults work. Your sisters are not children and you are not their parent. They absolutely have the right to live wherever they like. Adults, especially adults who come from extreme poverty and abusive backgrounds, need their own space, a home of their own that they can control and be safe in, not a single fucking room like some divorced dad who only sees his kids twice a month gives. I don’t care how you treat your family, if you’re the cuntiest, more horrible person that ever existed, you still deserve a home of your own where you are safe and can control who you see and when. Why are you designating rooms for them in your house and expecting them to live there? Why can you not let go of this need to control their lives? There’s this weird idea in ACOTAR that because the IC is so close, they all need rooms in Feysand’s house(s). There’s mention of secret houses or manors that the IC uses/possesses, but why the hell don’t they have normal homes of their own???? Where they live??????

I’m sorry but this is insane, abusive, controlling behavior from Feyre, I don’t care how sweetly you paint it. It’s giving Mother Gothel. Your sisters are adults, let them live their own lives, stop expecting them to live with you until they need privacy to fuck the person you approve of them fucking. Rhysand and Feyre are the same in their need to control the lives of the people they claim to care about, wanting personal freedom while stripping it away from others, all the while presenting them “choices” that are all just fucked up loses of self and control.

It is very telling that cutting Nesta off from their personal funds was never an option. There was never an attempt to let her find her own way, to find a job that brought her joy or a life she controlled. In truth, neither Feyre or Rhysand care about the money. 500 gold pieces isn’t anything to the man who doesn’t care about a budget, who buys endless jewels for a tiny monster. It was always, live where we can control you, access you, and watch you at all given times. Oh thanks for saving our lives, here, you can stay in the prison where we can do all of those things forever! It’s a gift. From us. To us. Aren’t you happy and healed?

Please. Someone teach Feyre how adult relationships work.

No matter how far Feyre has come, she has yet to understand that sometimes people make choices you do not like at all, but that you, as a person who claims to care about them, need to accept and understand they’re working their way through life, even if you do not understand or agree with it. Controlling every aspect of someone’s life will NEVER be good for them.

[refinedstorage]

it's been too long i've forgotten what he look like

[stubz]

"I think Kim and Max had a fight."

"What makes you say that?"

"Well they aren't sitting together for lunch."

"That's not that strange, humans actually need alone time from one another. Even if they're as close as Kim and Max."

"Yes but while swinging by I noticed they both have bruises on them."

"Again that is not strange. They work in the youngling centre, remember? Everyday I find a new scratch, bruise, or bitemark on them. Once Max had an acid burn from a Vasid."

"But some looked like human hand prints. Adult human hand prints."

"...why would they fight though? They share the same territory, they have bonded over many cycles, they are not courting the other, why would they fight?"

"I heard humans fight for fun against one another, perhaps that is it?"

"But look, they are not happy with the other."

"...should we ask?"

"Do you have voids for brains? You can't just ask a being why they fought their pack mate!"

"With humans you can!"

"Fine. Who do we ask?"

"Kim because we can climb out of her reach fastest." the beings swung over to a grumpy Kim and dropped down into the chairs beside her.

"Hello human Kim."

"We were wondering what happened to you." they gestured with their claw the numerous bruises on her wrists and forearms.

"Max happened. Damn cheater."

"..."

"...He did this??? But why??"

"Because he's a damn cheat!!" the human yells meeting the other human's glare from across the room.

"I did not you sneaky little shit!!" the human male bursts up knocking over his chair

"My hand was on first!"

"Your stubby ass little pinky is not your hand!" the humans meet in the middle nose to nose.

"IT WAS BELOW YOUR'S!!"

"IT DOESN'T MATTER! IT WAS A PINKY VERSUS A DAMN HAND!!"

"ENOUGH! WHAT ARE YOU TWO TALKING ABOUT?!" yells Geld shoving them apart with his many appendages. "What is this nonsense about hands and being first?"

"..."

"..."

"Well? We're waiting!"

"...we were playing Slap Jack." Max mumbles.

"We got...pretty into it." Kim adds looking at her feet.

"Who is Jack and why are you slapping him?! What is it with you humans and your games?!" Geld cries horrified.

"I think I have heard of this one! It is a game of cards where you need to hit a card called Jack. It uses your speed and sight quite well, yes? For you have to hit the card before your opponent?"

"...you received this," Geld grabs Max's arm to look at a bruise in the shape of fingers on his forearm. "from a game???"

"Kim tried to wrestle the pile from me." he smirks.

"And you received this from it as well?" Haq points to Kim's swollen thumb knuckle.

"Max was milliseconds from slapping it first and smashed my thumb to the table." she grins.

"Why are you happy?!" the two cried.

"Because it was a good game."

"Yeah, that was a great comeback you had."

"Sorry about your thumb."

"No worries, sorry about your arm."

"Eh, nothing a free lunch won't heal."

"Well next time I'll be winning that free lunch." and as the two humans walked off to eat lunch Geld and Haq watched in horror at how the human race could declare war against one another so easily while playing a game.

[herringherringbones]

Maid vox 6

[becca-e-barnes]

Sub Bucky and a breeding kink 💀 dead unlived it's one of my favourite things 😌

This is pretty high up there on my list of dream fantasies 🥵 these are two of my biggest weaknesses, don't even look at me rn

One of life's greatest joys is cuddling with the other person's head resting on your chest so you can play with their hair and rub their shoulders. I love that shit, having someone else's body weight on you is so comforting.

I imagine that's something Bucky would really enjoy too. It's so soft and sweet and tender and getting to feel cared for would really appeal to him.

But that's up until his hands work their way under your top, up over your bare skin so he's able to cup your breasts and bury his face between them while he's getting his hair played with. Life's pleasures don't get much simpler than that.

After a few moments he shifts slightly, tugging the neckline of your shirt out of the way to give himself space to kiss and nip your skin. All of a sudden he's desperate and it's beautiful to watch.

"Please." He whispers between frantic kisses, flicking his tongue over the stiff peak of your nipple before engulfing it with his warm, eager mouth.

"Please, what?" You tease, tugging on his hair just a little for emphasis.

He groans, frustrated by his own lack of coherence, pulling his mouth from your nipple. "Please let me put a baby in you."

That's not what you were expecting but fuck, he makes it sound pretty appealing.

"Bucky-" You begin but he cuts you off, giving your other nipple the same attention as he gave the first. God, that's distracting.

"You'd make. Such. A pretty. Mommy." He whispers, kissing his way down your body until he reaches the bottom seam of your top. From there, he pulls it off, letting it fall to the floor before removing the rest of your clothes.

"You'd look so pretty with a little baby bump." His huge hand rests on your bare tummy, imaging how your body would change.

"I want it, Buck." You mean it too. It doesn't sound like such a bad idea when he's taking his clothes off.

"I know you want it." He groans, rubbing the tip of his dick against your soaked core. "Y-you're so wet."

He presses his hips forward, sliding inside you and you can't explain it but you swear it feels different this time.

"Don't even think about pulling out." You cup his face in your hands, keeping his eyes on you and you almost worry he's going to fuck himself senseless into you. "I want you to make me a mommy. You're going to give me every single drop of cum and when it starts to drip out of me, you're going to fuck it back in."

His head falls onto your shoulder, sobbing a pathetic moan against your already hot skin. The pace of his thrusts matches his need, his hips slamming into yours and when he finally gives in, he cums inside you with your legs clamped around his waist, making sure he couldn't pull out even if he wanted to.

[yang-jin-seo]

Day 4 🦷

2025.3.7

[causeimanartist]

The sillies