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[the-heros-sidekick]

It’s impossible to pinpoint when I started longing for this moment. Was it five years ago, amidst that first summer in New York that we shared, or as we were carrying our Christmas tree up the stairs to our apartment three years ago? Or was it way before that? Did the longing to become your husband start blossoming that very first night that you came over, finally as more than “just�� a friend? Truth is, I don’t know when the thought first occurred to me. But somehow it must have occurred to you first, or maybe it didn’t; maybe we had the same thought at exactly the same time, only that you were brave enough to act on it first. You always have been the brave one out of the two of us after all. You were ready for us to be more than we had been long before I was. We were friends first and lovers second but... isn’t that what lovers are? Can love ever be anything else but friendship caught on fire? To put it simply, I have longed for this moment longer than I can recall and I couldn’t be happier to finally be here with you, the man of my dreams, to tell you that …

 ❝ [ . . . ] Being your husband will be the greatest achievement of my life, and you, Derek, will always be my greatest pride and joy. Knowing you, loving you, and being loved by you is the greatest privilege, the greatest honor of my life. So here I stand before you today, vowing that as long as I live, your heart will always know a home. That with me here, you will always be loved without condition, without expectation, without asking anything of you in return. My love is given to you freely for I choose to love you with every bit of conscience I have. This is no accident. It’s beyond the reaches of fate, and so much more than simply a feeling. It’s a choice. I choose you, today and every new day to come, and I vow to love you like this always. [ . . . ] ❞

[saturnmused]

@miidnighters // cameron & flynn // suggestive starter.

cameron's definitely not in the habit of doing this, not remotely familiar with opening up to someone else enough to get undressed in their presence. but something about flynn tells cameron that he's safe, and cared for; they've only known each other a short time, but other man has proven to be one of the exiled prince's biggest supports. and cameron can't lie; he's been thinking about doing this with flynn since he saw him, basically fell head over heels on sight. he's kept these thoughts to himself until now, for other's sake mainly, not knowing if feelings were reciprocated.

but today was frightening for several reasons, because he thought he could lose other ― and he knows now that he can't wait one second longer. flynn's talking about something, cameron having lost the thread a while ago, getting lost in other man's beauty. he interrupts friend when feelings gets overwhelming, reaching out with hands to hold at both sides of flynn's face before he's crashing lips against other's, hoping and praying that he'll feel subject of affections kissing back.

[timechange]

MCFLY JULY ‘24 — lite beer.

JUNE 3, 1989, 2:04 PM

“We’re gonna throw a rager for you, McFly,” It’s the end of practice and Mike’s grinning, a look that Marty knows from pretty much a lifetime of experience only means trouble. 

“You’re not gonna know what hit ya!” Jake laughs, pulling him in for a one-armed hug and ruffling his hair. “Our fearless leader is finally gonna be able to get wasted with the rest of us.” 

“C’mon, I’m not that much younger than you guys,” Marty protests. “Anyway, I’m happy just goin’ up to the lake again this year.”

“Be bold, Marty!” Jake encourages. “You only turn 21 once! Plus, when the record comes out next month, you’re gonna have to be ready for all the best parties.��

“Yeah, but–”

“If Marty wants to go to the lake, we’ll go to the lake,” Scotty says definitively, offering Marty a reassuring smile. “Now, let’s try it one more time from the top.” 

There’s a mischievous look in Mike and Jake’s eyes that proves that this conversation definitely isn’t over. 

JUNE 3, 1989, 4:07 PM

“Hey, Doc?” Marty calls, kicking up his skateboard and tucking it under his arm as he walks into the Clayton-Brown household. “I know chemistry isn’t really your thing, but is there any way we can make a compound that looks and smells like alcohol but isn’t? Or one that makes something alcoholic non-alcoholic?... Maybe by next Saturday?” 

He hesitates, looking at @doctorbrown . 

“I think the guys are planning something big for my birthday,” he tells him, rubbing the back of his neck. “Which is great, but… I don’t wanna drink and I don’t really know how to tell ‘em. I think Scotty gets it, but Mike and Jake…”

He remembers all too well, even though it’s from another life, another world, a place that doesn’t even exist anymore. He remembers the stench of wine, like rotting fruit, on his mother’s breath, her pouring vodka into her favorite glass as soon as the clock hit the midafternoon. Her constant insistence that she didn’t have a problem even though Marty could see it, plain as day, and he begged her to lay off a little. Him trying to stay out as late as possible whenever they were out as a family so that she would stay sober for just a couple more hours. He remembers half-lidded eyes, her dropping off to sleep after dinner, being worried whenever she mixed painkillers with her drinks before bed that she might not wake up.

More than anything, he remembers his promise to himself that he’d never end up like that. Ever.

“... I guess I’m not makin’ any sense, huh?” Marty sighs. “I know the stuff with my mom back home didn’t happen here… but it did happen. It was real, even if it’s not anymore.”

[manslaught]

it's almost embarrassing, the amount of thought and effort she's put into one person in the last twenty-four hours, because she's never even come close to doing anything similar for anyone else. but despite staying out late, she'd woken up early, although that was fairly easy when, finally, she was too excited about something to want to stay in bed. she left early enough to pick up food for the both of them, although she knows there's always the chance that the effort might have been wasted, because she didn't tell tai the night before that she planned on picking anything up, so she couldn't warn her not to have breakfast before— but she can't find it in herself to care, especially as she watches @ladyintree approach her truck, unable to stop herself from smiling.

“ nice jacket, ” she comments the moment tai opens the door, because she finds it amusing that they chose to wear the same thing, although it's not like it's the first time. mikayla forces herself to look away from her, reminding herself that they're in daylight now, so she can't let herself admire her until they're somewhere further away, looking down at the bag of food instead. “ i, um, don't know if you ate, but— i got you breakfast. ” her grin starts to widen, voice dropping lower. “ even though i already fed you yesterday. ”

[oathwilled]

' hey, do i look scary? ' ( cause halloween threads 🥹 ) @oathfcrged / things our muses have said

" Oi, terrifyin', " he agrees, reaching over to fix a bit of the get-up, hiding a smile that dances in his eyes even so. " Shakin' where I stand, I am. "

He hasn't put on his own yet — it's a more simple affair, largely because he had to work a lot this week and didn't have time, but by working a lot he managed to get tonight off. " Here, wait, wait —— " And he straightens a piece, and then he leans in to steal a little kiss. " There. Gorgeous 'n terrifyin'. I like it. "

[grievedifferent]

❝ you know, i watch enough movies to know when things are starting to get weird around here ... ❞ // * @maljefe liked for a one-liner from romeo !!

[the-composer]

“Sometimes you don’t get a choice in moving on. You just do. It’s not solely survival instinct. It’s the universe telling you give it up. It’s not for you anymore.”

[gravesung]

@soulspun ( yuji ) — small things!

❝ itadori! satoru told me you landed a black flash. you're getting better and better every day. ❞

[seekslight]

somebody rate lux's ass higher than 7.5 or else she'll cry

[withbeasts]

@ruinaa.

sometimes, she comes late for food. when she doesn't eat in family style meals, where he has noticed the empty plate. ( he keeps count. just a habit. )

" there's a plate in the fridge for you. "

[saturnmused]

@omniterror // astarion & moraena // bg3 starter call.

❝ did you want something ? ❞ the vampire spawn asks, almost reflexively, as other approaches him. crimson hues focus on her, though something in his expression is distant, like he's remembered something particularly somber. he does perk up at the attention given, though, trying to discard the thought. ❝ we don't have any wine left, you know. someone should see to that. ❞ it's not nearly as easy or entertaining without alcohol, in astarion's humble opinion. the liquor serves to make him more open, more accepting of circumstances.

[dmndvtt]

@biiigtime , bc i had to.

there's always featherlight touch with her. despite knowing all too well how strong, sturdy the irish woman is, his fingers meet her flesh like she's made of glass, comprised of the finest china. slow, silent blinking as the back of knuckles find skin of face. for a while, he hadn't said anything, hadn't needed to ... not yet, not when he's perfectly content just admiring her.

rain pelts furiously against window above them as they occupy the couch. so much for going to the gym today. finn supposed that would be fine, more than so even if it meant spending more quality time with becky. finally, he finds it in him to speak. " ya up f'r a day in, love? i can order us some takeaway ... put on some pearl jam, have some time ... just you and me? "

[deficd]

@fasciinating from here!

Arrakeen weeps.

Her heart beats steady for the thrum thrum thrumming of Fremen blood, water between grains. In between the Spice and the stratosphere; in between everything and nothing. A wicked fate thwarted beneath Romulan heel, all fire-from-above, making the Sietches mourn.

Feyd-Rautha sings at the funerals, warms the green in his veins on every pyre. The palace has become a mausoleum of his own making, and how lonely the making of his ghost. Each footfall, a warning in stone. Echoing, echoing all of his pretty intentions.

He circles Spock like a ter'ak blood-drooling for a meal. All empty stomach and midnight mouth. The crysknife shines so pretty in the moonlight; it's singing too. Yearning to unravel a fate that neither of them mean to get swept away in. Rivers always run.

"Ye-eess," with a grin cut arc-shaped, touching the eyes, a drawl that severs just after the teeth. The coruscation of his own dathe'anofv-sen mocks the twin moons, held steady in a palm thirsting for reprisal. He's shattered mirrors before, he can do it again.

"Hayaliiit, crawling out from under your rock," parrots the holy hymn stolen from dead Fremen tongues, "I don't think your teeth are sharp enough."

Not for gnawing; not for this.

[manslaught]

mikayla assumed that being warned about the fact that @ladyintree would be at this wedding was enough to prepare her to see her for the first time in nearly eight years, that being in the same room as her wouldn't sting the way it might have back then. it shouldn't affect her, not when she's been over tai for years now— or so she's convinced herself after spending so many years hating tai for what she did. after they were rescued, the only thing mikayla really had to hold onto was the hope that they would be together again. all she had to do was survive a few months at most with her father, then she would be free, safe, able to figure out what the rest of her life with taissa would look like.

but apparently, she was the only one, because after mikayla's arrest, tai wasted no time ending things with her, leaving mikayla to believe that everything they had out in the wilderness didn't mean nearly as much to taissa as it did to her. she hated tai for that— for making her feel like all of that was for nothing, for being just another person to prove that mikayla desousa isn't someone worthy of actual, genuine love. she was just a distraction, one tai no longer needed the minute she was safe, when she could go back to the life she had planned without her. that's why she cut off all connection to tai completely, ignoring any attempt she made to contact her— she'd rather be alone than accept that tai was only reaching out to her out of pity, out of obligation for keeping each other alive out in the wilderness.

the only real plan she had for her future was figuring out one with tai. the specifics never mattered to mikayla, because just being safe, happy, was so unobtainable for so long that that would have been enough— but after tai proved that happiness would never be a real option for mikayla, she was forced to readjust, to figure something else out. it was difficult, given that she never particularly cared for school. she was only good at sports, and while she always preferred cheer in high school, mikayla knew that it wasn't a sustainable career. and that only left her with soccer, the sport she'd loathed for so long. it took her years in prison to actually decide to form her plan around it, and when she did, it was entirely out of spite— a final fuck you to her dead father, because if she succeeded, it meant she managed to do what he never could, and that alone would be satisfying enough.

it also meant that taissa would be forced to see her play the sport she loved, too— but that was just a bonus.

asher had repeatedly asked her if she would be okay, being in the same room as her ex-girlfriend, suggesting that he keep her away, but mikayla had insisted it would be fine. she didn't care anymore. tai might have broken her heart, but that was years ago, and mikayla's moved on. yet it still strike a cord in her heart, being this close to her, hearing her voice for the first time in years.

you look... fucking incredible.

immediately, it angers her, the nerve tai has to let those be her first words, as if eight years ago, she hadn't broken up with mikayla at arguably the lowest point in her life, leaving her when she needed tai the most. somehow, she doesn't let it show, keeping her expression controlled, almost bored, even if it takes everything in her to keep her composure. tai's not wrong, mikayla knows, because she made a point to go all out on her appearance, even more than usual, telling herself that it wasn't just because she would be here.

“ i know. ” it's said with the same overbearing confidence she'd had in high school, if not more. mikayla doesn't let herself look tai over, like she's not even worth the time, although the truth is, she doesn't need to, because she already has by now, stealing glances in her direction every chance she got— but she sure as fuck won't dare to let tai have the satisfaction of watching her do it now. “ do you, like, need something, or...? ” she trails off in confusion, as if needing something could be the only possible reason tai's speaking to her at all. and it should be, given that mikayla told her years ago not to bother talking to her, and nothing's changed since.

[crownshattered]

|| I haven’t done steamy things in a while….🤔

[grievedifferent]

❝ hey! welcome, welcome! glad you could make it, @smiledickhead. s'cool of you. of everyone, actually, but hey! what's an annual winter getaway for if not for the THREE F's ... family, friends, and a whole lotta fun?? ❞ he offers a wink. ❝ and booze, of course. aw, come on ... don't tell me you're gonna spend the whole night reading, are you? i better see you taking at least one shot tonight, girl. that's the rule. everyone has to do a shot with joshy. ❞