#they're both so hot for each other

[booasaur]

Special Ops: Lioness - 1x08

[iamacolor]

Do you really like me when I'm weird like this? You're the one who told me this, neither of us are weird people, we're just those types of people.

A GOOD DAY TO BE A DOG - EPISODE 8

[sabrinasprincess]

hannigram + eye sex

[penumbra-mayhem]

Beautiful

David/Angel fic (t4t)

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Angel groaned in frustration. It was useless, she wasn’t going to get it right. She slammed her hand down onto the bathroom counter, her bangles clinking in agreement.

Maybe it was sign. Maybe she shouldn't go. She aggressively wiped at her forehead, then groaned again as she could feel tears prick her eyes, threatening to ruin the makeup she’d spent so long perfecting.

"Angel?" David called from the living room, "Are you okay?"

She took a breath and brightened her tone, "Yep, I'm fine, just finishing up!" That tone was not bright. It was abysmally sad. And pathetic. And David could tell.

A moment later, he was marching into their bathroom. He looked dashing, decked in an all-black velvet suit, salt-and-pepper hair perfectly styled, wedding band gleaming on his finger.

The sight of him just made Angel more self-conscious. She fixed a smile on her face; he saw through it immediately.

"Beautiful, what's wrong?" he asked.

The pet name brought a flood of tears to her eyes. "Shit," Angel muttered as she threw her head back, willing the tears to stay put and not run down her cheeks.

"Angel?" David moved towards her, placing his hands on her waist.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," Angel stammered, hanging her head once she got the tears under control, "Ugh, this is so stupid."

"What is?"

"Nothing,” she said, waving a hand dismissively.

"Angel..." David urged.

She huffed and looked anywhere but at him. "I just...I can't get this bindi right and I've tried like three fucking times and I don't want to wear a sticker one cause I hate how they feel on my skin but this shit is being uncooperative!" Angel ranted, shaking the bottle of liquid bindi in her angry fist, "And now I'm starting to think that maybe it's not the bindi that looks wrong and it's just my face!"

David watched as Angel caught her breath, his stare dark and unrelenting. She could hear a restrained growl rumbling in his chest.

"I'm sorry, I know I'm being stupid—"

"Angel," David cut her off, his voice like water rushing over stones, "look at me."

She sighed and raised her eyes to meet David's gaze. He looked at her like an artist looks at their muse—taking note of each detail of her skin, following the flow of her bone structure, noticing where the light hit her nose and cheeks and lips. Had it been anyone else, Angel would have felt studied and scrutinized. But with David, she just felt seen. And when he spoke, it was like being serenaded:

"Now, you know I don't say things flippantly. I mean what I say. So, hear me when I say this. You are the most beautiful woman I have ever laid eyes on. —Ah, ah—" David interjected, cutting Angel off as she opened her mouth to argue, "The most beautiful woman. You look radiant. You look luxurious. You're breathtaking—always. With and without your makeup. With and without your bindi. No matter where you are, what you're wearing, what you're doing. You are the most beautiful. You hear me?"

Angel would have done anything to stay held in his gaze. "Yeah, I hear you,” she mumbled, not entirely convinced.

"Good. Now can I give you a kiss, or will that mess with your makeup?"

"No, you can give me a kiss."

David smirked and gingerly pressed a kiss to Angel's glossy lips. "Now give it here," he muttered.

"What?"

"The bottle," David replied, "Give it."

Angel passed him the liquid bindi and watched silently as he unscrewed it and pulled out the applicator.

"Hold still," David murmured, placing a delicate finger under her chin and tilting her head up. He held the applicator with a steady hand and dabbed her forehead with it once, then twice for good measure.

"Does that work?" David asked as he stepped back, putting the applicator back in the bottle.

Angel blinked from her love-induced stupor before turning to face the mirror. The angles of her figure that she had been agonizing over now appeared…softer. The royal blue fabric of her saree flowed over her curves just as she had been intending. Her jhumka earrings framed her jaw, the light reflecting off the gold bells and dancing playfully across her smooth skin. And the maroon bindi, placed precisely where she’d wanted it, brought the entire ensemble together. Angel started to see what David had been talking about. Radiant. Luxurious. Beautiful.

“It’s perfect,” she exhaled, before turning back around to face him, “Thank you.”

“Of course,” David said, giving her another small kiss, “anything for my angel. Now come on, let’s go.”

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thanks for reading! i'm putting my thoughts here cause there are too many for the tags :P

I’ve been feeling like my fics have been a bit too dialogue-heavy, so I wrote this to practice my descriptive writing. (There still ended up being quite a bit of dialogue but oh well.)

I also kinda wanted to explore the struggle of dressing formally as a trans person. I often will have a cool formal outfit in mind for an event, but when I put it on everything looks wrong on my body and I end up not wanting to go to the event at all.

Also please note, I am not South Asian. I tried my best to do research and write accurately/respectfully, but if I wrote anything wrong feel free to correct me and please know it was not done maliciously. <3

tag: @angel-shaw

[smuddee-papabear]

Really need two massive demons to wreck me from both ends while making out with each other. I think that would fix me.

[originalcontent]

I can't find art of my ship anywhere so I GUESS that means I have to make it myself, here are some doodles.

[king-spite]

so it seems the poppy war has become my absolute favorite series so ofc i'm losing my mind comparing every scene with my other favorite series (red queen) and making an unfathomable amount of headcanons

[enbysiriusblack]

i feel like dorcas and marlene would both idolise each other a lot. like i know a lot of people see it as marlene being a loser lesbian obsessed with her goddess girlfriend. and i veryyyy much agree with that.

but also it's the same way round with dorcas. dorcas is ALSO a loser lesbian obsessed with her goddess girlfriend.

marlene is awkwardly social, doesn't think before speaking, rants for hours about obscure subjects, failing most of her school classes, dresses very masculine, does not get social queues/norms. and dorcas is extremely attractive, a quidditch prodigy, extremely talented witch, gets tops marks in most subjects, gets social queues/norms.

but also dorcas is socially awkward, rarely talks to people, is an outcast in her house and has no close friends for most of school, also dresses very masculine, has 0 sense of style. and marlene has a close friend group throughout school, does talk to people, has style, is very talented in non school related ways.

[brainrotcharacters]

caught myself in 4k giving heart eyes to the screen (rewatching Wade and Logan duke it out in the Void)

[daughter-of-lethe]

I'm at the airport rn, waiting for my gate's numer to come out on the board, before boredom gets the better of me, here you go some Nessian smut.

It will be very short.

Warning: smut, smut smut.

Read at your own risk, you can read this in AO3 too!

Cassian found Nesta immediately, she was reading, wrapped up in her reading-blanket like a burrito, as she does when she's cold, Nesta was reading in their bed.

A quick glance to the cover confirmed that she was re-reading one of her favourite books, one about a hitman falling in love with his target, a spoiled and heartless girl. Nesta heard him getting closer and give him the I'll cut your dick if you interrupt my reading now.

Without a word he climbed up the bed, pulling the burrito-Nesta in his arms, warming her up. It took a few minutes before Nesta's beautiful figure emerged from the blankets. Like a mermaid emerging from the waves.

From the way she placed the blankets over herself, Cassian got that she wasn't wearing anything, that she was naked underneath them. The bat smirked, he would risk it.

Nesta resumed her reading while Cassian's fingers gently began smoothing her long golden-brown braid, his eyes were fixed on his mate.

"Stop that" there was not even an ounce of authority in her voice.

He could smell the exact moment she hit the good part in her book, her rising arousal smelled like the first winter snow and burning embers at the same time. He could feel that on his tongue. His cock twitched in his pants.

"You want me to stop, Nes?" Cassian threw all his cockiness in his voice. Nesta bite her lip, a clear sign she felt his tone. His intention. But she didn't answer.

So Cassian began teasing his lover, his hands gently caressing her shoulder, his lips leaving a trail of slow kisses all over her neck.

Nesta take a deep breath, closing her eyes, forcing her mind to stay with her, but then he hit that spot beneath her ear and Nesta couldn't help but let out a plea, she didn't want him to stop, neither admitting that a few touches from her man sent her to climax, but damn cauldron if she wanted those lips all over her.

"Please Cassian"

One of her hand going from the book to his muscular abdomen, tracing his abs with her nails, unhurriedly, one by one, his warm skin against her nails. Cassian groaned. "Please what?"

She can feel his calloused fingers going down from her hair, teasing the upper edge of the blanket. The words on her book were all the same, her eyes fixed on the same line for minutes.

Insufferable ass

Cassian leaned in, licking her lobe, making a soft whimper escape from her mouth, an invitation to go on.

"Answer" Cassian's deep voice makes Nesta's toe curl.

He found her nipple and began teasing it.

"More, please, more" Nesta panted and Cassian gave more to her.

Tossing aside the book, Nesta's attention focused on her mate, eyes burning with lust, while her hand went straight to his cock. She began pumping him hard, just the way he liked it, making his growls fill the room.

"Do you want me to stop?" She teased stroking him.

"If you keep doing that, it'll end quickly"

She smiled, a queen with endless power. Cassian took her hand, interlacing their fingers to stop her. "I am not done with you yet" he declared before adding "I've read that book"

"Why?" Nesta was lost in a haze of pure pleasure. The world was reduced to his hands playing with her breasts, pulling and stroking. He traced all the curves of her beautiful body, sending pure fire in her blood.

"To fulfil all of your fantasies" he found her wetness and began circling her most sensitive part, sending her to oblivion.

"Oh Cauldron, Yes" Cassian walked her through her orgasm. "Don't you dare stop" Nesta's hand began again pumping his long shaft. It took just a few kiss over his neck feel his own orgasm all over her hand.

When she was again able to think rationally, Cassian's last words sunk in. Something in her heart softened at the realization, a smile blooming in her face, her eyes searching for his.

"Cas-"

She couldn't finish, his mouth crushed hers and the hunger rose again. Cassian spent all night pleasuring Nesta, playing all her dirtiest fantasies and satisfying all her requests until she collapsed on his chest, seated and safe. Their breathings synchronized soon, as soon as the sun began to rise.

[razzle-zazzle]

My favorite flavor of teen to young adult creek is when they're so down bad for each other that it makes them insane. Stupid, even.

[shuuenka]

I got this headcanon that I imagine Jiyan being about 23 yo (in canon it's said he was general by age of 20 due to sudden promotion basically and that the war happened about 3 years ago, so i think that pretty much confirms he's pretty young. So 23 it is.)

And Aalto i think would be around 27/28. He just has this vibe and I imagine being information broker and getting where he is now took a little bit more time.

So Aalto I think has some relationship experience - but these are just flings and some casual fwb that don't last long, because he'd travel around a lot. While Jiyan gives vibe of not being in relationship at all before, too many things in rapid succession happened that he surely didn't have time for dating then, and now that he's general he doesn't really either.

So it's funny to think about flirty Aalto that gets flustered by Jiyan's serious sincerity. It's not how any of his previous relationships worked, never long time, so he himself has completely new experience of being wanted and loved this way. Then you have Jiyan who's just intense as he is with everything, even more so with his loved one.

[mars-ipan]

some postgame doodles for pride month

[thegirlsarethriving]

just finished undertale. ok i see the vision. i now understand yall's Sans-to-Benrey obsession pipeline. and the Papyrus-to-Tommy Coolatta pipeline

[sugurugayto]

xie lian: oh no he killed my best friends but damn he looked hot doing it 😳🥰

[cacowhistle]

thinking about the fionna and cake finale and. i've been seeing people upset or annoyed that betty & simon's story focused on how simon had to learn to recognize that what they had was unbalanced and not necessarily fair, because they wanted betty to also realize that she placed too much of her self worth in simon, and they wanted her to learn to live for herself.

i think these people forgot about the episode in adventure time that does this. mainly because, at the end of the episode, it seems like she didn't learn anything at all.

In s10e11, "Temple of Mars," Finn, Jermaine, and Betty have to go through a mind maze to find Jake--and many parts of the maze are relevant to Betty's obsession with Simon/Ice King.

The second room of the "maze" has a chalkboard with a long and complicated equation on it. Betty tries to solve it, thinking it will help, while an Ice Thing messes up the equation as she tries to solve it, preventing her from doing so. It's meant to represent how trying to "solve" the crown's curse is leading nowhere, and that Betty is trying for a hopeless cause.

The last room is the most important to Betty's story, though--it's a window into her past, where she realizes that she needed to take more time for herself. She needed to focus on her, instead of dropping everything for Simon. She makes this realization and changes things for the hypothetical, maze room version of Betty--but naturally, this can't change the past. She's made her choices, and she has to live with that.

I think at the end of the episode, when she takes the "wrong" message away from all of this--she dedicates herself to trying even harder to "fix" Simon--it's mostly because she's scared to accept that she... not wasted, but lost so much of her life because she was so focused on what Simon wanted, or what she thought that Simon needed. She's also still under the effect of the Magic Man hat, so she's still affected by the sadness/madness of that, which likely twisted her view of the situation as well.

But then in the AT finale, she makes her choice to leave Simon. She does it through wishing for his safety, sure, but she still makes the choice to leave him. And in Fionna and Cake, what we see of her--or what's left of her, because we don't know how she's changed, really--is something bigger than what she was before. GOLBetty seems to have realized her own part in the unbalancing of the relationship between them. But that's not what Fionna and Cake is about--it's about Simon, and how he has to move on. Betty has already moved on by the time we see her again. She's showing Simon that, and she's showing him that he has to move on, too. But it's her choice. She could have stayed with him, but...

She takes the bus to the airport. And she takes it without him.