#otp: in another world

[persephoneism]

"And the Inquisitor finally reunited with her true love..."

Solas and Adalina, by mafuriah.

[thequeenofsastiel]

Thinking about Armand and Louis discovering the existence of the BDSM community and how Louis would murmur in Armand's ear while they were looking at toys to buy, asking him which ones he wanted the most.

[kaidanalenkosprmanager]

THE BEST OF SHENKO 1/?

The end of the world has a way of reminding you of all the things you forgot to say do. Mass Effect: Legendary Edition (2021)

[breezypunk]

In a series of sappy events, boyfriends watch the sunset, while tol one is spooned lovingly by smol one.

not pictured: the bigger twist where after 5 minutes they are distracted by each other's touches & before they know it it's morning time. ;D

[piperslovebot]

Our House (Degrassi TNG) || #NotOkay (Degrassi NC)

[allylikethecat]

January OTP Prompts

Today was such a busy, stressful day, that I felt so drained by the time I sat down to write this. BUT I did it and that's what matters. Thank you again for following along on this little journey with me. We're in the home stretch ❤️

19. Surprise hug

George swallowed hard, anxiety burning in his chest as he looked around at the mess surrounding him. He took a shaky breath. It was going to be okay, he tried to tell himself, even as his skin felt like it was crawling, an itch moving under the epidermis. He squeezed his eyes shut, maybe he would feel better if he didn’t look at it? He shook his head, his eyes snapping open once again, not looking at it was even worse, in his mind the disaster that was the kitchen took on a life of its own, growing and evolving and becoming even worse. He didn’t even know where to start, it wasn’t his mess, it wasn’t his responsibility but he wasn’t sure how he was supposed to exist in the house, knowing that Matty had left the space in such a disarray. A flash of anger sparked in his stomach. Matty knew how he felt about things being a mess, and yet he left the kitchen in a sorry state anyway. 

He picked up the dirty mixing bowl that was left on the counter and brought it over to the sink. He wouldn’t do the dishes, he decided. He would just compile all of them in the sink for Matty to finish when he reappeared from wherever he had disappeared off to. Maybe he would be less bothered with all of the dishes in one place. He could then wipe the flour and what looked like melted chocolate off the counter, and throw the egg shells away, and also sweep. George wasn’t sure what the hell Matty had been making, or why he was even trying to cook in the first place, but he had made a mess.

George flinched, feeling a pair of arms wrap around his waist in a surprise hug, pulling him from his rapidly spiraling thoughts. 

“Hey,” said Matty, pressing his face against George’s back, his words muffled by the fabric of his tee shirt. “I’m going to clean this up, go sit down.” 

“I got it,” said George, still holding the mixing bowl but doing nothing to dislodge Matty from his person, instead letting himself sink into the comfort of the embrace. He could feel Matty’s chest rising and falling against his back, as he breathed, the comforting sensation making him smile despite himself. He both hated and loved that Matty’s simple presence was enough to keep his dark thoughts at bay. It scared him that one person held so much power. He also hated that Matty was standing behind him, telling him he was going to clean up his mess and George was still offering to clean it up. 

“No,” said Matty, tightening his grip on George’s middle, throwing his weight around to shift George away from the counter, still holding the mixing bowl. “I made the mess, I’ll clean it up, go sit down, I have a surprise for you anyway.” 

George sighed, disappointed as Matty stopped hugging him, but letting him take the mixing bowl. Matty sat it in the sink, while George sat down at the kitchen table, pointedly not letting himself look at the still messy counter. 

“I made a cake,” Matty said sheepishly, presenting George with a lopsided slick of chocolate cake. Matty had cut into it too soon, while it was still warm, meaning the frosting was down the side and the cake had lost its shape. 

“Fuck,” said George, surprised by the tears burning in his eyes. “I love you.” 

Matty blushed. 

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[starlightsweetheart]

[strigital]

The rōnin and the yūrei 🌸

[uldren-sov]

Both their smiles though I can't-

[flynnswife]

Oh I shed a little tear for him🥺

Sweet DoomGuy, he just misses Daisy and I just wanna give him so many hugs and get him another cute rabbit to fill his heart up again❤️‍🩹

When I left his room in the game, I actually said this out loud: I love you so damn much, DoomGuy🥺My heart was just feeling for him hard and it makes me so determined to get real good in this game with DoomGuy, Daisy and his family in mind❣️

Just wanna give him all the love that I know he dearly misses. I wanna be his angel within this hell on earth, to show him beauty within the chaos💕

DoomGuy, my beloved, how I feel for you. We will end this chaos together, idc what happens next, you will always have me right here by your side.

The Slayers against all of Hell🌹❤️‍🔥

You are my everything, you have my heart, I would die for you💕🫂

[universal-kitty]

Me: Haha, wouldn't it be crazy if I wrote a fic about [this]? Like, wouldn't that just be an angst fest?

Game: ...We already did that, actually. Sure, not in the same way, but. Y'know.

Me: .......Delightful.

[neroushalvaus]

Tumblr in the 60s

☮ monkeewholock follow

🎉🎉CONGRATULATIONS UNITED KINGDOM 🎊🎊🎉🎉🎉🎉BYE BYE GROSS INDECENCY!!!!🌈🌈🌈 62 countries have now legalized sexual activities between men🌈🌈🌈

🐞 homophilespock follow

SPIRK CAN FINALLY FUCK

🚀 starrfleet follow

They are American, not British... But I'm pretty sure spirk has always been able to fuck since the show is set in the future.

📻 lesbianbobdylan follow

Christ, this is not about your cutesy uwu yaoi otp, go outside and smoke some grass

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🌻 flowerpower follow

Politicians are not your friends but damn Kennedy is fine, I look at one (1) picture of him and my head literally explodes

🌻 flowerpower follow

...i just woke up, why is my askbox full

🌻 flowerpower follow

WHY IS HE TRENDING I'M SCARED

🌻 flowerpower follow

guys stop reblogging this it's been like five years i've changed

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🎹 nixonsafascist follow

do you think they call him little richard because he has a little. Richard

🎹 nixonsafascist follow

easy website

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🇻🇳 shirellesofficial follow

Being the only lesbian in your friend group sucks so bad. "beatles or stones??" i will kill you

🗣 lavendermenaceisreal-deactivated72537262

Disrespecting female social groups for male validation? Typical lesbian behaviour.

🇻🇳 shirellesofficial follow

Mike Jacker isnt gonna fuck you

🇻🇳 shirellesofficial follow

Oh no I think she couldn't handle that

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✌ draftdodgerdyke

DM me for the addresses of my Swedish and Canadian friends. Do not put your personal information in the reblogs.

🙍‍♀️ silvermilk follow

You should be ashamed of yourself.

✌ draftdodgerdyke

huh??

🙍‍♀️ silvermilk follow

I said, you should be ashamed of yourself. You disgust me. I assure you, when the commies attack us, you will not find your silly little post "groovy" anymore.

✌ draftdodgerdyke

Jesus, don't flip your wig

🙍‍♀️ silvermilk follow

My father fought in ww2 for you ungrateful degenerate.

✌ draftdodgerdyke

Don't see what your daddy's unsexiness has to do with me and my lads taking a sexy sexy trip to Sweden.

#anyway only hot guys dodge the draft

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🪕 prostitutesandlesbians follow

in every interview i watch of the beatles they are so DONE and trolling everybody, these fucking annoying BITCHES, i need them inside me so badly

🪕 prostitutesandlesbians follow

#this but not john lennon #i just can't forget the heinous things he said about jesus

idk I actually think it was very sexy of him, stop trying to cancel john in my post

✝️ jesusrevolution follow

The reading comprehension on this website is piss poor. John literally didn't mean he was greater than Jesus or better than Jesus, he was just trying to make a point about the world becoming more secular. Cancel culture has gone too far.

🚷 to-hell-with-the-beatles follow

How dare you say we piss on the poor?? Jesus died for Mr Lennon's sins and it's not "cancelling" to send him a few respectably worded death threats to remind him of that. He cancelled our Lord first!

✝️ jesusrevolution follow

Girl Jesus literally said it's cool, I dropped acid yesterday and saw Him and He told me.

🪕 prostitutesandlesbians follow

help the girls (christians) are fighting in my beatles thirst post

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🛼 donovandyke follow

I will be glued to the tv today. If you don't want to hear about it, just blacklist #moonlanding !!

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🗣 claudeberger4ever-deactivated98975287

Hi I'm new to the Hair musical fandom so I'm not super invested in the whole discourse, but I just felt like this needed to be said: Friendly reminder that not being against the war in Vietnam does not make you a bad person!

🥁 ringoforpresident follow

it literally does tho

✌ draftdodgerdyke

Another win for us hot guys

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[naileadevoras]

happy december my pookies ! to start off this holiday season , i've compiled a list of romantic otp tags inspired by quotes from bianca sparacino's books that i'll be sharing with you today .

below the cut there are 50+ tags for you to choose from , all categorized under different tropes [ e.g. friends to lovers , unrequited lovers , etc . ] feel free to use them as inspiration & edit them to fit your own ships . a like & reblog would be greatly appreciated ! enjoy the list ♡

💗 GENERAL SHIP . ⇢ in a world of billions, i found you ⇢ dive into my soul ⇢ love was always meant to be soft & tender ⇢ you don't forget people who made you believe in something rare ⇢ you chose me as confidently as i chose you ⇢ my safe place & biggest adventure ⇢ you make my soul feel at home ⇢ you inspired me to complete myself ⇢ it's okay to be who you are with me ⇢ no person is sent to you by accident ⇢ attraction is flesh & connection

💗 PAST RELATIONSHIP / ENEMIES TO LOVERS . ⇢ i lost myself loving you for years ⇢ someone else is going to fall in love with your light ⇢ i hope you find the love you deserve ⇢ even beautiful things end ⇢ can i do anything to fix us ? ⇢ we walked away from something soft & hauntingly real ⇢ you hurt & turned me into someone i'm not ⇢ you left me better than when you found me ⇢ i forgave you & i forgave myself ⇢ i'll find a way back into your tenderness ⇢ i hid all the unlovable parts of myself for you ⇢ maybe the happy ending is moving on ⇢ you made me beg for your heart ⇢ you're a wound that never closed ⇢ a beauty i touched is a stranger to me now ⇢ learning how to forgive the past ⇢ maybe my journey now isn't about love ⇢ i was asking love from the wrong person

💗 UNREQUITED / FORBIDDEN LOVE . ⇢ i'd risk everything for love ⇢ i can't love you into being ready ⇢ almost happy . almost valued . almost chosen ⇢ i was lucky enough to love you ⇢ leaving is an act of love , too ⇢ sometimes , hearts don't align ⇢ the timing is not wrong ; the love is wrong ⇢ love will not save you ⇢ maybe in another lifetime ⇢ my heart is tender & worn out ⇢ grief is the most honest reflection of love ⇢ i exist in this world without you now ⇢ you only loved the idea of me

💗 FRIENDS TO LOVERS . ⇢ be soft & gentle with my heart ⇢ i opened my heart for you ⇢ it's okay to be who you are with me ⇢ i saw my entire soul in you ⇢ you make my stomach buzz with an electric kind of happiness ⇢ we got lucky enough to exist at the same time ⇢ i saw cemeteries within me yet you saw gardens ⇢ we're the lucky ones who beat the odds ⇢ you saw me & you stayed ⇢ you introduced me to a softer version of your heart

[breezypunk]

vaughn: makes sure he gives his pets plenty of attention. also vaughn: makes sure he gets plenty of attention.

[piperslovebot]

I love Esme and I root for her. Even though she’s made a lot of mistakes, I think she is a good person and I wish s5 was a thing so we could’ve seen her get the help she needs.

But her and Zig aren’t a good match. Even if the writers had Esme be in a good place emotionally and mentally when she dates Zig, I don’t see it lasting because it’s obvious that Maya will always be in Zig’s heart. She’s the woman he’s in love with and probably always will be in love with.

[natalievoncatte]

Kara knows, and that’s the problem.

She knows.

How does she know?

To put it simply, she’s Kryptonian. More specifically: a Kryptonian under a yellow sun, whose wavelengths of light bring forth her genetic heritage when she basks in its rays. If long lost Rao was once her father, Sol is her mother, raising her up to be all that she can be. A creation of a lost super-science, a power to rival gods, a force that made the Guardians tremble in their emerald tower.

Kara can see everything.

The world is alive with light. It cascades and bounces and caroms off of everything. More than that, Kara’s world is bathed in a thousand thousand hues the human eye will never know. When she looks at a person she can see the electrical conductivity of their skin and the heat bloom of their flesh and a myriad of other details, some of which other humans can pick up on a subconscious level, others that humans haven’t even discovered yet.

Kara can hear everything.

She can hear dog whistles and butterfly wings beating and the secret language of cats. She can hear the crackle of radio waves beating the atmosphere and the music of the spheres. She can memorize human heartbeats and pick out the slightest variation, the tiniest wobble that the owner of the heart never feels.

Kara can smell everything. She can sift between the scents of ingredients in her honey bun, detect poisons in a friend’s wine or flowers in a park half a state away. Sharks would be jealous of her. She can scent people but also their moods; fear smells horrific, sickly sweet and rotten. Joy smells hot and bold. When someone walks in the room, she can tell what they had for breakfast, smell of they’re sick, pick out the fragrances of their emotions.

Kara can feel everything. A touch can betray or affirm. To hear a heartbeat is one thing, to feel it another. Her fingertips can read the surface of another’s skin like braille and she can detect the slightest changes in temperature or perspiration, feel the thrum of contentment or fear in an embrace. Her touch is not dulled by her invulnerability. It as sensitive as her other senses.

Kara can remember everything. The day she stepped from her pod into the brilliant golden sunlight beneath a blue sky was the last time she would every forget; her now empowered brain can recall events in the finest detail, down to the soft timbre of another’s voice or the way her hair fell over her shoulder or the softness in her gaze. And so Kara’s memory is hers to be kept forever, never to lose the sight of her.

That is how Kara knows, and knowing that Lena Luthor loves her is a pain so terrible that she almost wishes she could be spared that pain. When Lena sees Kara, her heart leaps and her breath softens and she comes alive with light, bathed in an auric glow more beautiful than a red sunrise. Kara wishes that Lena could see herself as Kara sees her. Radiant, angelic, a little holy.

Lena loves Kara Danvers, the bumbling awkward nerdy shy girl from Vaguely Canada who brings her burgers and donuts and OTPs.

She doesn’t love Supergirl and Kara doesn’t think she could.

That’s how the torture happens. Kara’s infinite perception becomes a self-imposed exile. She sees and smells the way James lusts after Lena, right in front of her. Baffled, she listens to the calm in her heart when they kiss and once she wakes frantically in the night, reaching about to sift through the city soundscape when she hears Lena’s voice cry out, then the sound of Lena’s heart racing and other sounds, and not for the first time, she pleads with a god she doesn’t know to make her human and free her from this curse.

She seeks feeling of her own. It’s pleasant enough but it lacks something undefinable, like a pleasant chocolate cake that becomes unbearable because she could have had something far sweeter and more filling instead. He tries in a fumbling way but it’s to please his own ego more than sate her desire. Then one day he is gone and in his absence all Kara can feel is a dull numbness, a ragged wound with all the nerves scraped out so that only a dull absence has been left behind, leaving her broken in a way that cannot be defined much less repaired.

Kara cannot help but snap her attention to the sound of Lena growing agitated, no matter how distant or minor. She hears harsh words and the heavy thud of a limo door closing and hears the sharp intake of breath as James realizes the mistake he’s made, and though he is her friend and he matters to him she feels a feral, possessive joy that borders on the cruel. It is a hard feeling, a red feeling, a sharp smelling mean feeling that tastes cold on her tongue, this resentment of the man for having a pale shadow of what she could have but wouldn’t.

Lena loves Kara Danvers and Kara Danvers loves her back, but she can never know because to know she must know all of her. Know the Other, the Super, the Alien.

Kara is two people and one of those people has been, well, a bitch.

Because Kara feels spending else. A green feeling, a sick feeling, the feeling of blades flensing flesh from bone while her veins turn to glass and her body burns to ash, the shocking pain of a little piece of home. A little piece that Lena made and didn’t tell her, and Kara makes the worst mistake.

She stops being Supergirl and is just Kara Danvers in a colorful suit, angrily refusing to ask Lena the question: I love you, how could you do this to me?

She does love her. She loves her laugh and her secret smiles and how soft she looks when she’s deep in thought. She loves the pain in her, the mirror of her own. She cherishes it as she wants hers to be cherished, held close by someone who knows what it’s like to watch your world explode or slip beneath still waters and be gone forever. She knows what it’s like to wonder what could have been and know the price you paid for what you have now.

She wants Lena so terribly that she’d almost choose the pain of Kryptonite instead of an eternity of this longing. She needs her, craves her, thirsts for her.

One night Kara realizes what she’s been doomed to. Another will succeed where James failed, and Kara will be spared none of it, and it will endure forever. She will carry memories of Lena in another’s arms into the sun dies.

No.

“I don’t know why I agreed to this,” Lena says.

Kara -Supergirl- says nothing at first.

“I have to fly you.”

Lena nods. She’s doing this for Kara, because Kara asked. When Supergirl extends a hand, Lena takes it and Kara gently lifts her from the ground into a bridal carry, and they fly.

The trip takes nearly an hour. Kara can’t fly too fast or too high. Lena accepts it without complaint.

They land far north of National City, where the warmer climate yields to deciduous rainforest. Kara brings them down on a bare hilltop, an island in a vast ocean of trees. Nearby on a folding table is a basket. It might be important later or it might not. She might have a life of joy or she might spend the rest of forever in a wasteland, waking each day to grief.

There’s only one way to find out. Part of her, the part that hopes, the part that makes her Supergirl, believes in this, in herself, in this moment. She has to, because the chain of events that led her here, flung across endless space to stand in starlight with the most beautiful woman in this world, it demands that it happen. This is fate. It has to be.

Supergirl stands beside Lena. She raises an arm and points.

“There. Second star on the left, and straight on till morning.”

Lena quirks an eyebrow and looks at her.

“You brought me out here for this?”

“Do you see that red light?” Kara asks. “It’s very faint. I don’t know if a human can see it or not.”

“I just see stars.”

“It’s Rao, my sun. I can see him. If I had a powerful enough telescope, I could see it. Krypton. The explosion won’t be visible to Earth for a thousand years.”

Lena looks up, her features bathed in moonlight- alive with a chaotic explosion of hues she’ll never see. She blazes in the night, her eyes a kaleidoscope from which Kara can never truly look away. She’s a rainbow.

Kara falters. Whatever she does tonight, this is it. This is forever.

“You said Kara would meet me here,” Lena says.

“Wait here, please.”

Kara turns quickly and walks into the dark, cape spreading behind her. Once she’s out of sight, she changes without restraining her speed, and walks back to Lena in a hoodie and leggings, hair in a loose ponytail and the back of her neck and hands in her pockets.

She walks back to Lena and stands beside her.

“Hello, Kara.”

“Hi, Lena.”

There is a tense silence between them. Kara devours the moment, consumes it so it will live forever, just in case this is the last time she sees Lena.

“We’re not far from the reservoir,” says Lena. “Why did you ask Supergirl to bring us here?”

Kara swallows hard. “I realized something really important near here.”

Lena turns to her. “What was that?”

“That there was someone who mattered to me a lot, and that I was willing to risk a lot to protect her. There was a moment where I thought I was going to have time make a choice, you or the chemicals. I didn’t have to but I would have. I would have picked you. I will always pick you. I can’t help it.”

Lena is not stunned. Her heart doesn’t miss a beat, but Kara can sense her apprehension, her fear, and something deeper than that.

“You’re Supergirl.”

Kara lets out a breath she hadn’t realized she’d been holding and her legs wobble. There it is. It’s done. She’s free.

“I should have told you sooner.”

“You should have. You should have told me when we fought about the Kryptonite. I thought you would, hoped you would. I wanted you to so desperately, wanted you to trust me.”

Kara’s heart sinks.

“Wait, you knew? How?”

Lena laughs softly.

“The way you touch me. When you pick me up and carry me somewhere, you have this way about you. When I’m in your arms I feel like I’m the most precious thing in the world.”

“You are,” Kara says.

“That and you told me you flew to my office on a bus.”

Kara makes a small, choked sound.

“Oh.”

Lena scuffs the heel of her boot against the ground.

“Why didn’t you say anything?”

“I was scared. I thought if I did, you’d see it as a confrontation and feel threatened. What about you?”

“I’m Kara. Supergirl is something I do, not what I am. When I’m with you I’m just me. I lose that with everyone when they find out. Kara isn’t my secret identity. Supergirl is. I’m just me. I just want to be me, I need to be me, and when I’m with you I am most myself. It’s like laying down all my burdens.”

“Same,” Lena said, softly. “You’re the only one who doesn’t treat me like an extension of my brother.”

Kara sighed. “Should we talk about the Kryptonite?”

“No,” Lena says. “Fuck the Kryptonite. Why’d you bring me out here?”

“To tell you.”

“Great, you told me. What did you think would happen next?”

“I thought you’d be mad.”

Lena nods and seems to think about that for a moment. Her pulse has quickened and her jaw is tight.

“Let me ask you a different question. What did you want to happen?”

Kara swallowed hard. “What I wanted was… for us to make up. Be friends. Work it out. I don’t want to lose you.”

Lena turns and looks at her.

“Bullshit.”

Kara flinches.

“That’s bullshit, Kara, and we both know it. You’re a terrible liar. I wouldn’t be surprised if half the staff at CatCo know who you are. Don’t lie to me. Please. Give me the truth.”

Kara looks up briefly, past Lena. She sees that faint red glow and her heart swells in her chest.

“I love you. That’s the truth. I’ve been in love with you probably since our first lunch together and I want you so badly that I can’t breathe when I think about it. I know a dozen languages and half of them aren’t from Earth, and there aren’t enough words in all of them to tell you how kind and wonderful and beautiful you are. I love you so much that sometimes I think,” Kara fights the tightening of her throat, “I think I’m almost glad that I’m here and not back up there under that red glow. I don’t think I could choose a life without you.”

Lena lets out a long breath and Kara is bombarded with sensations. Lena’s pulse races and her shoulders relax and her skin blooms with an ethereal luminous riot of color.

“I’ll never lie to you again. I promise.”

Kara can taste everything.

Right now the only thing she can taste is Lena.