#perfectly balanced as all things should be

[thereallucifer666]

Lucifer lifted his head to look at her as she responded to him. He blinked at her response, tilting his head to the side in a way that nearly perfectly matched a curious puppy dog. "Well, why should you? You've proven yourself far more competent than most of those troglodytes at the LAPD. I've still no idea how, but you've managed to balance being an insanely good cop and a great mother, even with the cloud of Palmetto hanging over your head until now. What's there to make yourself small for?"

Anyone else might assume Lucifer was being coy. But he was actually serious. Despite his love of humanity and all they brought to the table, there were moments when his age and angelic nature overrode his familiarity to this species. He truly did not understand things like forcing yourself to be small or less intrusive just for other people's level of comfort. Especially when it was so unwarranted.

Not only was Chloe's closure rate better than any in the department--in small part, thanks to him, but he always figured himself to be the fast-forward button to her cases. She would've solved them without him, he just sped up the process--but she had also been completely correct in her suspicion against Malcolm, who was ten times worse than any of them could've even imagined. If anything, they should be making themselves smaller for her.

Lucifer snuggled closer to her, nuzzling against her neck. They'd spent all night exploring each other's bodies and he had said he was giving her a break, but he still had such a desire to touch her, to shower her with affection. He truly was addicted to touching her, to being close to her.

Sighing against her skin, he let his hands lazily crawl over her. He wanted to memorize every inch of her without even looking. The water made her skin slick and warm, almost able to feel her pulse on his fingertips.

He felt her hands smooth over her scars and let out a small, gentle whimper. Her touch was so gentle, it was almost heartbreaking. His back arched towards her touch, whereas once he violently shied away violently. But she had shown him that he could trust her, against all odds. And it was something he had never had, until now.

In danger of being overwhelmed by all the emotions being shared, he decided to inject a little humor. "Even Detective Douche?" He asked, waggling his eyebrows salaciously. He was teasing, naturally. Daniel may have had his faults--a lot of them--but he knew him and Chloe would be always interconnected, if by no other means than in creating their child.

[girlwhorizzed]

can you write something with babydaddy!jj where he like kind of abandoned r & the baby then came randomly like at 12 am at her doorstep and wins her back?

this is s1 jj!! the timeline where the pogues r really deep in the gold thing so yhat should explain why hes not there for his kid :p . p.s. sorry this is so short💔💔💔

babydaddy!jj always came back to you, or at least found his way back. in some special way that made you feel warm inside, he considered you his light— christ, you were the woman who carried and birthed his baby. you'd always be his light, through thick and thin you were the woman he'll retreat back to in the end.

so, it's no surprise when on a random friday night at one a.m. that he's at your doorstep. he's wearing his typical gray muscle shirt that's original color is beginning to fade— with a pair of cargo shorts to go along with it. of course you open it, he'd probably stopped by to do his annual three-week check-up on your shared baby that you'd started to think he forgot about. although your baby is long asleep now and you should blow him off, scold him for being absent in your babies life after during the creation of your sweet girl all he'd done was promise he'd be there, hell even hit him. he'd left you alone a quarter of your pregnancy, returning and playing 'dad' role all of a sudden once your baby was due.

you've rehearsed this exact scene in your head more times than you can count. while you were holding your babygirl for the first time and he hadn't been there, you'd lined up words that never even had been in your vocabulary to cuss him out once he came around, your anger and sadness balanced perfectly. instead of marching down to john b's where you knew he'd possibly be, you exchanged all those emotions for love and comfort for your daughter. she'd deserve that.

your face falls, as he stands on your doorstep. you’re tired, as you open the door— tired of his empty promises and tired of him coming back again and again to repeat the same cycle. but your heart skips a beat at the sight of him, a mix of anger, sadness and relief coursing through you. “come to pay us a visit?” you speak up with a quirk of your eyebrow, arms folded over your chest. he shrugs, his gaze flickering over you — taking in how your frame, now curvier, looks in those clothes, his eyes lingering a fraction longer than you would expect. “yeah. figured i’d pop by, say hello.”

he pushes his hands into his pockets, gaze drifting to the window he knows is you and your little girl’s room, before returning to your face. “she sleep?” you nod. “has been for hours.” he seems to soften at that, his eyes still looking weary yet he can’t help the warmness tugging at his heart to think of his daughter tucked up in her cosy room. he hums, nodding his head. a heavy silence falls, before he’s clearing his throat to speak. “can i come in?”you nod, shifting your weight from one foot to the other, taking in the sight of him. you step aside, the door slowly swinging open.

he gives you a smirk before stepping past, brushing against you, taking in your perfume that he can recognize from many months ago from a night he'll never forget, his hand grazing yours and sending a shiver up your spine — your body betraying you with its response. the shiver doesn’t go unnoticed by him. he feels proud of himself, at how he still affects you even after all the distance. he steps fully inside, his eyes scanning your living room as you close and lock the door behind him, watching him take a couple of lazy steps around it, running a hand over the back of the couch. “place looks different.” he speaks up, before stopping to look at you. “you get some new furniture or something?” he quirks a brow, eyeing you up.

you can’t help but roll your eyes at the small talk. you can feel his gaze roaming over your body, can see how his focus lingers in key places, causing your cheeks to flush with heat from how his blue eyes rake over your curves through your thin nightshirt. you clear your throat, forcing him to meet your gaze, though it doesn’t seem to stop him much — his gaze flickering down to your bare legs. “only difference is all our babies stuff.” you simply respond, your eyes boring into his.

he chuckles lightly, finally returning his gaze to your face and meeting his eyes with yours, holding your gaze intently. “mmm, so she gets the special treatment around here now, huh?” he murmurs, taking a small step towards you. you back up against the door without much thought, his smirk spreading on his face — clearly enjoying getting a rise out of you. he takes another step. and another. he doesn’t stop until he’s in front of you, now invading your space, his body so close to yours that the fabric of your nightshirt brushes against his chest.

your breath hitches, his proximity making you dizzy. his gaze softens, his eyes drinking you in. he reaches out a hand, his thumb skimming across your lower lip, the gesture so tender that you almost forget who you’re dealing with. "course she gets special treatment, she's m'baby."

he chuckles, his laugh is soft. he leans in closer, the hand on your chin now going to grip your waist, his fingers digging into your hip. “yeah, she is.” his eyes are locked onto your own, his touch igniting a wave of familiar sensations that you'd been trying to forget for months. “she gettin' everything she needs?" he murmurs, his other hand resting against the door. he has you trapped between his arms.

“she's healthy. despite the fact her daddy been missing for months on end.” your retort is sharp, a defensive shield that you’ve built up over the months, as his hands on you and close proximity throws you momentarily off guard.

he winces at that, shaking his head. he opens his mouth, as if to say something, but stops himself. he looks torn, and for a moment, it almost makes you feel guilty. he drops his gaze, before looking up at you again, a glint of something in his eye you only just catch. a quiet moment passes, before he takes a deep breath, stepping closer, your body squished against the door as his body now presses against yours. "i ain't mean to… be gone so long, okay?"

you want to scoff at him. you want to push him off of you and tell him to leave. but the truth is that you missed him. you missed his laugh, the way he would look at you. you missed having another hand around to help with the baby, the emotional support you’d always gotten from him. you sigh, your head tilting back against the door as you look at him, your eyes searching his face — hoping to find something, anything "can't go in-n-out her life.”

he knows you’re softening. he knows he just has to keep you talking to him. he knows he just has to keep himself pressed up against you like this, his touch making you feel things you’ve tried your best to forget for so long. he watches you closely, his gaze flicking between your eyes and your lips. “then lemme stay, darlin’. lemme stay tonight.” he murmurs, moving to trace his nose along your jaw.

you can practically feel the tension leaving your body as his words wash over you, the fight leaving your eyes. your shoulders drop and you find yourself leaning into his touch, your mind screaming at you that this was a bad idea, but your body simply responding to the way he’re touching you. “stay.” you manage, voice barely above a whisper.he speaks softly, his grip on your waist tightening slightly as he ducks his head, resting his forehead against yours.

you feel every breath he takes, the scent of him filling your senses and sending your head spinning. he's so close, closer than he's been in months, and you can feel his breath warm against your skin. he closes his eyes, his voice a low rumble as he speaks again. “missed ya. missed this, missed our baby.”

with your defenses lowered and your emotional barriers crumbling, you give in to the overwhelming feeling of wanting to be close to him, needing to feel the comfort of his presence again. you nod weakly, your voice soft and vulnerable. "i missed you too. missed you and her. missed being close to you like this." you swallow hard, tilting your body towards him — silently inviting him closer.

his gaze softens as he takes in your vulnerability, the way you’re just crumbling in front of him, the way you sound like you need him as much as he needs you. he can’t help the wave of possessiveness that washes over him. he growls softly, his arms wrapping around you tighter, pulling you more firmly against him. “m’here now, mama.” he murmurs, his lips skimming across your exposed shoulder, a small shiver running through your body as he begins to pepper you with light kisses up your neck.

the reassurance in his tone soothed you enough, at least enough to end up on your back with him in between your legs yet again.

[mctwinkdom]

The fact they gave us both pov...

[agendratum]

the spirealm ep 33

[verybadatwriting]

Vision would be out here writing with perfect grammar - perfectly balanced (as all things should be) by Wanda's abbreviations

if you still do avengers reqs, what would the avengers and y/n talk about in the avengers resident groupchat? y/n!stark x peter 🙏🙏

The Avengers Groupchat Would Include . . . 

Let’s start off with who’s in this groupchat: you (obviously), Peter, Tony, Natasha, Bruce, Steve, Clint, Wanda, Sam, Thor, Scott, Vision & Carol (Rocket was in the chat but he got kicked out, Ayo’s in there but she doesn’t chat much, Nebula would be there but she doesn’t get how to use a phone, Rhodey has better things to do than be in there)

Let’s be honest, Carol did not see the sense in her being there because there’s not gonna be WiFi throughout the galaxy.

“LTE, Carol!” — You, probably

Thor also didn’t really get it because there’s not WiFi on Asgard, but he’s too kind to say no

Naming the groupchat was hell. Every second, someone would change it (usually either you, Peter, or Sam) until Tony put his foot down and programmed FRIDAY to make it so no one could change it from “Avengers”

Natasha’s usually the one who sends reminders about training

Steve will send reminders about meetings 

Lots of pictures of each other are sent, mostly when they don’t know photos are being taken of them

The conversations range from someone asking what people want from the grocery store (Scott goes on grocery runs) to fierce debates over who’s the better fighter (It’s Nat, no one can beat her in sparring)

Tony will ask you and Peter if your homework is done (which you both annoyed, then Natasha yells at you)

It’s best to silence the notifications because they’re too, too much

Regular FaceTimes are a thing even though you’re usually all in the same tower

“Thor, your video cuts out when you go over Heimdall’s bridge.”

Wanda and Vision usually ask if they can double date with anyone (ends up being Scott and Hope or you and Peter)

Peter will send cute pictures of you that the Avengers ADORE. He’s tickling you? He’s recording a video. You fell asleep? He’s taking a picture.

“Peter, you’re not tickling her right. You have to get her knees.” — Tony

“DAD, STOP!”

Clint’s kids love to take his phone to chat with the Avengers

And they LOVE chatting with them

“Auntie Nat, when are you visiting!” “Soon!!”

Sam and Peter both send lots of memes

“I don’t get it.” — Steve

Bruce doesn’t talk much but you know who’s a great texter? THE HULK

Hulk is the king of keyboard smashes

“RERRRHDHDHSJSJS”

“Someone get Nat to do the lullaby.”

Hulk has smashed Bruce’s phone on multiple occasions tho

“Should I invent armor for Bruce’s phone?” — Tony

Yelena will steal Nat’s phone to troll the chat

Clint sends updates on his farm

Pepper will confiscate Tony’s phone when he needs to work so she’ll end up chatting

Everyone loves chatting to Pepper

Tony managed to get wifi on Carol’s ship so she’ll send updates from space

Thor tries to text, it doesn’t go great

When badgered by Natasha, Ayo will text

Nebula has occasionally hopped onto the group chat when Peter Q helps her

The group chat was SO ACTIVE when you and Peter went to prom

They were spamming the entire time, asking for pictures and updates and telling ya’ll not to drink

If anyone’s sitting out of a mission (usually you and Peter), they’ll text in the group chat to annoy those who are on the mission

“WE ARE DEEP UNDERCOVER SHUT THE FUCK UP” - Natasha

Getting Nat to swear in the group chat isn’t rare but it is dangerous

ALSO TEXTING STYLES

Vision, Ayo, and Steve text with perfect grammar, short and to the point (Steve has a tendency to go on tangents, though).

Tony’s style switches constantly depending on his mood

Natasha, Sam, Wanda, you, and Peter text with abbreviations and lowercase sometimes

Carol usually sends photos, not many texts. She’ll occasionally send an lol or lmao.

Scott is always cheerful. He uses lots of smiley faces.

Tony will put an ironic amount of obnoxious emojis.

Clint’s tired and his texting reflects that. As short as possible usually.

There’s always something chaotic going on

But there’s also some of the funniest moments

Typos? SAM WILL HARP ON YOU

So will Natasha

The Avengers are a family and they love each other so much, it’s definitely represented in the groupchat

[il-predestinato]

Things we love to see: Maxsplaining. 🥰

The top 3 debrief after Qualifying at the 2024 Bahrain Grand Prix. 🎥: F1TV

[atissi]

forgot to post my actual artfight ocs. these two are from a project i lovingly dubbed "furry period piece yuri" because i wanted to write about gender androgyny in animals and muesli for sheep. on the left is ewenice (she/her) and on the right is calliope (she/he)

[nomsfaultau]

Problem solving is their forte.

[lady-iskra]

And I think both @sapphic-agent and @lady-iskra have hit the nail on the head regarding Katara’s fate.

Thanks for the feedback, I appreciate it. 😊

Yeah, I agree with what you added, except not quite with the part about her being with Aang out of necessity or duty. I mean, we see in The Headband that she gets jealous of the girls and is attracted to him when they dance—even though it’s dropped right after and was too little, too late. So, I got the feeling that she kinda started to like him, or at least warmed to the idea of being with him (unrealistically to me given the age and maturity gap alone, but that is another issue). However, those feelings were just about to bloom, and incidents like their disagreement in TSR could’ve led to Katara overthinking it. Hence, her reaction when Aang confronts her in EIP.

Their unresolved arguments, including the non-con kiss, made their last scene together before the final kiss feel to me like she was having an inner monologue that goes like this: "He didn’t mean to cross my boundaries, and I somehow started to grow feelings... Maybe I should give him a chance." This is unfortunately how many relationships start. Feelings or not, one person—mostly the man in a het-relationship—shows red flags, while the other is convincing themselves or being told to not make such a fuss.

In The Promise, K@taang are still lovey-dovey after one year of relationship. That’s undeniable, and although the whole sweetie-thing is too much for my taste (why can’t they be more like Sukka?), I would’ve been fine with it if it weren't for certain scenes. The whole fan club/Acolyte-situation alone, plus all what Katara does or thinks is revolving around Aang, and her character in general is watered down. No matter her feelings for him: to me, all this implies she ended up listening to Aang who could never handle her fierce side and didn’t learn to accept it. So, after several times of "Sweetie, could you please control yourself", or "Sweetie, you are exaggerating again," she might have started to question herself. And, again: This manipulation—intentionally or not—is unfortunately something that often happens inside relationships.

What I totally think Katara sees as a duty, though, is constantly being by Aang’s side instead of having an own agenda. Like: "I have to support him, he has so much on his shoulders," or something along those lines.

@illycanary perfectly describes why Katara’s story is a tragedy here:

So yes, no mater what Katara says or does in this film to “show” how much she’s in love and happy with her life, I can only view it as a an act that she’s perfected over the years for the sake of keeping the world in balance.

Not only do the retcons contradict what has already been presented to us. Br*kes idea of a healthy relationship plus their lack of writing skills they refuse to improve will lead to nothing at best. At worst their attempts present us an even more toxic relationship than we already got.

They should just finally leave the Gaang alone and focus on their new show only, where they at least cannot touch the OG characters. 

Hey there! Just wondering, but did you hear that the animated ATLA movie, that being "Aang: The Last Airbender" is supposedly(via the source from a former Nick employee who posted stuff about Paramount on TikTok) on hiatus or in "production hell"? Honestly, I hope this is real. Because that means we don't have to deal with updates or anything about that movie. XD

How do you feel about the animated ATLA movie? Did I already ask you this one time? Sorry if I did, I just don't remember. ^^; Although, I will say, the marketing for this is horrible. XP

It got delayed again?? Bro, throw the whole movie away at this point.

Honestly, I've barely heard anything about it other than the controversy over Aang's VA, so it's definitely bad marketing. And honestly either way I'm not excited because Katara's awful fate is already set in stone by LOK. No matter how much backtracking they try to do, my girl still never got her statue and was reduced to being Aang's wife.

If they try to give her a statue and/or career like everyone else, it confirms they never had a good reason not to and screwed her over on purpose

[peachdues]

would like to thank my husband for absolutely destroying the 🐱 earlier this afternoon and taking me to a fancy French restaurant as a treat

[paradivis]

solmare taketh away the demon smut from the wenches but prettybusy gaveth back

[manyrandomfandoms]

George Rexstrew has mastered the art of heart eyes. Half the time Edwin looks at Charles he’s just like 🥰

[buckgettingstruck]

Apropos of nothing been thinking about Buck warming his hand on Eddie's meat and also. Cockwarming for Eddie. Being so good for him all pink mouth stuffed full and staying still as much as he can kneeling between Eddie's legs while Eddie watches idk HGTV or something

yay this is a comfort to him also. also eddie is probably having a normal conversation w him like oh bud we need to get orange juice the next time we go to the store ill add that to the list

[leolingo]

it seems cellbit is back from his date with his irl girlfriend and hes now online for his date with his minecraft husband

[near-dareis-mai]

the taivan kiss in one gif, for my own sanity

[piratebuttercup]

You know what's funny? My mom reading Quran in the next room while im reading someone deep throating their boyfriend in my room :)))