#steal my heart away

[thoughtfulchaos773]

I'll never stop talking about the table scene.

But Carmy and Sydney were fully aware of how intimate the conversation was getting. Specfically, when Carmy says, "I wouldn't even want to do without you"

Sydney stopped 'fixing' the table, and she shyly looked up at him as Carmy stared at the floor.

Oh, and Carmy's own reaction to what he said to Sydney.

Then he hit her with, "You know you... you make me better at this, " and it was so honest and soft, and his brows furrowed as if he's slowly realizing what he's feeling.

Gif @fruityzari

Oh, and Sydney the way she looked down and shrugged the hidden glances. She knew it, too. Because she says it back, and he gives a small nod of understanding, a "So, you feel it too?" Moment between them.

Gif by @fruityzari

I love this little exchange because of their body language. I think this is the moment their dynamic, chemistry, whatever was happening between them was coming to the surface, and they were going deeper than they've ever gone before.

I'll also say that Carmy went there first.

[justabiteofspite]

"Astarion doesn't do big romantic gestures."

My Durge still trying to get graveyard dirt out of her ass crack after being lovingly pounded into it by Astarion who wanted to share with her this deeply joyful and meaningful reclamation of himself after sharing a vulnerable declaration of his love, at this place he hasn't shown anyone else but her: "Then what the actual fuck was that???"

[benevolenterrancy]

Hi I have caught up to you on having feelings about Zhuzhi-Lang. He's a good boy! 🥺 Good snake boy! 🥺 I had the thought, after Zhuzhi let SQQ leave after SQQ yelled at him... what if they Stole Him. What if.

(Also have you read/been recommended anything by corduroyserpent yet? Big writer of Zhuzhi-Lang fics, including a very cute de-aged Zhuzhi-Lang and some zhushen)

Justifications of bride-stealing!

(AND HE'S THE BEST BOY 😭 I LOVE HIM SO MUCH, SO MUCH!! have some further au thoughts because this has contaminated my brain...)

What I think would actually happen if they stole SQQ? Absolutely nothing good for anyone, LBH would Lose His Fucking Mind xD as a more interesting answer though, I like the idea that Shen "Pedantic Nitpicky Asshole" Qingqiu's primary point of argument is that he is not a bride so he cannot be "bridenapped" regardless of demonic tradition or intention!

This eventually leads to them all completely avoiding the Maigu Ridge incident because TLJ realizes that, somehow, SQQ doesn't realize the depths of his son's feelings for him and decides to put all his efforts into being a wingman for his nephew instead because he finds the entire thing absolutely hilarious and rather satisfying after his own sad romance. Obviously someone like SQQ would do much better with his good, loyal nephew than the disappointing offspring of that disastrous relationship!

As for ZZL he just has to assume that LBH must not be treating SQQ anywhere near the way he should be (and like... he isn't wrong at this point, there is a non-zero amount of torture and terror going on here) if SQQ doesn't see himself as being tied to LBH in any way. And if he's not attached to LBH then there's absolutely no reason he shouldn't make his own efforts to seduce SQQ! After all, if LBH isn't valuing SQQ properly then obviously ZZL has to step up because someone as kind as SQQ deserves the best!!!

[srnileforme]

“You think I'm some kid that you can fool as easily as before? Jack... I really want to apologize. Every second I spent in prison, I felt guilty. I never thought my actions would affect someone like this.”

JACK & JOKER (2024) | EPISODE 2

[jackandjoker]

jack and joker part 13/?

credits:

"dead doesn't mean absent...", tathev simonyan

[kkink]

same headcanon from the party spinoff with haku, this time it's mc confessing to jin and getting the coldest rejection in real-time.

there is a moment before things change. a moment before the unraveling. jin kamurai’s office door loomed over you like a gate to something irrevocable, your heart beating a frantic rhythm beneath the soft sweater you'd chosen that morning. it felt absurd, almost laughable, that you dressed with such care for this moment— the moment before you offer your heart like an unguarded throat.

“obviously.”

his voice is flat, a stone skipping over the surface of still water. he's not even looking up from the reports, as if he was expecting this. honestly he already knew what you were going to say. he has seen it before, felt it before, countless times, his whole life. the lingering glances, the stolen moments of hesitation, the way people like you always seemed to hover at the edge of his world, never quite brave enough to step inside but never willing to walk away either.

“i really like you,” you had said, voice small and quivering. “i just wanted to tell you.”

"of course you do", he sighs. "it was bound to happen eventually. i have the good looks, the noble name, and i’m captain of frostheim.” he says, like he’s offering an explanation.

“you should focus on your work instead of wasting my time on stupid things like this,”

he continues, disinterested, like he’s already moving on.

“it’s pathetic.”

he gingerly exhales. dragging a hand through his hair, leaning back in his chair like this is an inconvenience.

your fingers tighten in the fabric. “oh,” your mouth is dry. you swallow, shifting on your feet hesitantly.

your heart beats too fast, too loud, and you hate it. you hate that you're here, hates that you're doing this, but it’s too late to take it back.

"just.. that’s not why. i didn’t fall for you because of those things", you almost whimper, the humiliation seeping into your bones. "i like you because of that mission last year. the one at the old border site. when we broke the artifact and were left weaponless against all those things at the rubbles. the way you just jumped in bare handed and fought alone, you didn’t hesitate to put yourself in danger for the rest of us. you didn’t make a big deal out of it, you just—"

you exhale, sharp, almost frustrated, like you can’t find the right words.

"—you were cool."

cool.

of course.

"cool?"

his mouth curves, and he lets out a tired chuckle. "like a movie character?" he muses, shaking his head and pressing the palm of his hand to his face. "heroic? charming?"

you blink, startled by his tone, the edge to it, the way it presses too close, too sharp.

"no, that’s not—"

"that’s all it is, isn’t it?" he cuts in, "you admired me. you liked the way i looked, the way i acted, the way i led. and now, you think that means something."

your breath stumbles.

"you think you’re different from the others," he continues, voice measured, cutting, leaving no room for doubt, no room for softness. "but in the end, you’re all the same. just a bunch of idiots thinking i'd care about however my existence makes you feel."

"i—"

"you don’t know me."

the words are final. absolute.

"you only know what you see. and what you see is exactly what i want people to see."

"but i—" the words hang between you, thick and suffocating. you nod once.

"i know i don’t know you." your voice is quieter now, but not weaker, not pleading. just—honest. "but i want to."

"what?"

you don't step forward, don't try to close the space he had put between you, don't reach for something that was already slipping through your fingers. but there is something else in your gaze, something raw and steady and painfully sincere, and it settles deep in his chest, where he does not want it.

"i already saw it—your cold, insensitive side," you continue, and his jaw tightens, but he doesn't stop you. "i saw the way you order people around, the way you discard things you don’t need as if they never mattered. i know that about you. and i still want to know you more."

he watches as you breathe through it, as you straighten your spine despite the quiet tremor in your fingers, as you lift your chin despite the fact that your voice might break if you speak too quickly. but you are not unaffected—he can see that. the pain is there, sitting in your eyes, in the tension in your shoulders. you exhale once, slow, measured, your fingers flexing as if you want to curl them into fists but won’t. and then—you smile.

not soft. not warm. not bright.

but small. faint. distant.

"yeah," you murmur, and your voice is light. "you were cool."

he says nothing, only watches as you take another step back, as if physically pulling yourself out of his orbit.

"cool as in that was a kind of moment that made my heart skip a beat," you continue, a slight tremor under your voice, and this time, there is something almost wistful in the way you say it, something that is already turning into memory, already being put away. "the kind of moment that made me want to see more sides of you, that made me want to support you. but even if you’ve heard this a thousand times before, don’t think you can dismiss my feelings so easily. you don’t know me either."

he stills.

just for a second. just long enough for you to see it. he almost hated you for it. for not breaking the way you should have, for still standing there even when he had given you every reason to leave.

and so, he gave you what you were waiting for.

"then you’ve wasted your breath."

you exhale, shoulders finally relaxing, like you had just set something away in your mind for good.

"thank you for listening," you say, "i won’t let this affect my work anymore."

and then, just like that, it is over.

you turn without hesitation, without looking back. your steps are careful, controlled, your pace steady, not rushed, not fleeing. and he stands there, silent, hands still tucked into his pockets, watching as he broke you.

and he tells himself he feels nothing.

[doublel27]

So we all agree that something happened between Tattoo and Aran based on the “You’ll blow them away” awkward looks “I mean when they see the product.”

Yes? Yes!

[pattishapta]

jack and joker ep.7 haunts me

[oensible]

My personal 9/11 of the state of sharks rpf (incl. of fic posts narrativitzation everything etc) is that every time i see anythi f about paternal relationships its almost always macklin when EYE think klim kostin has way more interesting media uotes about his father except most of the meat is in russian articles so you gotta google translate them. Rick being a public figure and his son being a 1oa pick making them more famous than this ex highly ranked prospect that stopped being highly ranked like half a decade ago is my downfall

[lyricsandpapers]

I did have questions last episode of HOW Joke got this recording since it was Hoy, Tattoo and Arun who were using the car. I just assumed (in my Bestie Hoy propaganda) that the Stooges simply sent it to Joke for gossip. Oh my god am I so glad this was essentially confirmed

I love the friendship with Hoy and Tattoo that Joke has, and that Arun is now slowly becoming a part of too

[kitthenameless]

I think my only tav that I've never shared anything about is my first, since I didn't use Tumblr yet, and the world needs more Wyll content, so here are some pics of Wyll and my druid, Adran, who couldn't succeed a charisma check to save his life but somehow captured Wyll's heart ⚔️❤️🌿

[rafyki]

Joke really forgives everyone for everything except himself huh

[throughpatchesofviolet]

I fear that I love him immensely. /lh

[sunshowersanddandelionwine]

oh gosh...

evermore from the live action beauty and the beast came on when i was driving home from work

and i dont know if this is just the Brainworms talking

but goddamn if that aint a ghostsoap song from ghosts pov

[lonely-moonshine-still]

🎪💙

This is an original custom i creaded for a secret santa last year!

Their horns, clothes and arrow heads are made from apoxie sculpt, and the arrows through their head from a piece of wire.

I wanted this custom to have a harlequin look to it and am really happy with how they turned out. Red, black and white are my go to colours for any time I choose a colour scheme, so I wanted to add some blue in there as well to highlight and add some more interest to the character.

Overall, I really love how this one came out and definitely miss having them around 😅

[aenthroppe]

There's blood in our courage And love is in the air If you don't want us to follow suit We must stop to care

Lyrics that came to me after waking up from a dream this morning