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[valtsv]

my main advice for writing an enemies to lovers relationship is to resist the urge to make the characters' loathing and attraction mutually exclusive opposing forces. it's okay if they're getting weirdly into it and having Thoughts whilst also sincerely wanting to kill each other with hammers.

[pastelaeqy]

yet darker

[zillychu]

anyway this hhgu uu hhh this fic

(@moipale I'm sorry I drew fanart before even leaving a comment but that's just how possessed I was)

[yavin4baddie]

to be clear, I love both deeply. but star trek vs star wars is such a stupid conversation for so many reasons. if we're entertaining the comparison and even talking just romantic ships in fandom, star trek crushes star wars under its starfleet issued boots. 75% of all star wars romance is like "two people who hate each other stood next to each other on screen for a millisecond too long, and now we have five hundred thousand fics about what it would be like if they were entirely different people who actually liked each other," and 75% of all star trek romance is "two people who would find each other in any lifetime, whose relationship transcends romantic or physical into a whole new definition of love and devotion."

[forgettable-au]

FORGETTABLE-AU (Page 61-64)

* I-I don't think we were talking about the same thing...

[BEGINNING] [PREVIOUS] [CONTINUE]

[deepspacenova]

puppy-eyed soldier

[maruniee]

"self conscious werewolf boyfriend confides in you" alt. ending

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(note: my sweetheart goes by they/them pronouns!)

[lazylittledragon]

so uhhhhhhhh. not to be cryptic and bitchy on main but congratulations to everyone in my messages for like 5 months on being right i guess

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

My Cabinet of Tiger Ministers is in shambles.

[planetvries]

i yearn for the mines

[chimckenns]

Angel felt a little lonely waiting in bed for David to finish work and join them, so they shuffled to his office, knocking the door with the unique rhythm they always did.

“Come in.”

David was wearing his glasses, a rare sight as he only uses them when his eyes are tired, and still in his work clothes, the top two buttons of his white shirt undone. He looked up and peered past his glasses, putting his pen down and leaning back to acknowledge them. Angel loved how he’d always drop everything and answer them when they wanted his attention.

Angel didn’t say anything. They simply walked towards him and crawled onto his lap. David, used to their random shenanigans, only let out a chuckle and raised his arms, giving them room to make themself comfortable. Angel straddled his thighs and leaned their head on his shoulder, arms wrapping around his waist. Once they stilled, David put a hand on the small of their back and stroked their hair with the other, giving them a little kiss.

“You ok?”

Angel nodded.

Satisfied, David went back to work. Every few minutes he’d kiss the top of their head or nuzzle his cheek against them.

David’s body was so warm, so comfortable. Having their cheek against his body was something they always did when they slept, so they felt themselves being lulled into a dream. The safety and love they felt just by being in his arms was its own form of magic.

But they couldn’t fall asleep.

They wanted to wait for David.

So Angel tried to stay awake, opting to run their fingers through the hair on the nape of his neck that had grown out. David let out a deep breath, and Angel smiled as they felt him relax.

“You’re gonna make me lose focus if you keep doing that, Angel.”

“Then come to bed. Sleep.”

“You know I can’t do that. Just a little more, baby.” A kiss. “I won’t be long.”

Angel huffed and buried their face in his shoulder, pouting.

David could feel their pout against his skin, and so he gave them a few more consolidation kisses.

Somewhere along the way Angel fell asleep, and David carried them to bed when he was done with his paperwork.

[annabelle--cane]

dracula adaptations I am practically begging you for guilty vampire mina. there's so much potential here. stop making her be so into the sexy thrill of it all. we've done that enough already. I need that victorian woman sopping wet on the ground in throes of agony about her newfound monstrous hunger. she'd be so good as an edward cullen type. this is the skin of a killer, jonathan.

[serennes-art]

ANNIHILATION

[paintedcrows]

Tfw your [REDACTED] starts dating the guy who tried to rob you (context)

[katabay]

RESERVING JUDGEMENTS IS A MATTER OF INFINITE HOPE

And, after boasting this way of my tolerance, I come to the admission that it has a limit. Conduct may be founded on the hard rock or the wet marshes but after a certain point I don't care what it's founded on. When I came back from the East last autumn I felt that I wanted the world to be in uniform and at a sort of moral attention forever; I wanted no more riotous excursions with privileged glimpses into the human heart. Only Gatsby, the man who gives his name to this book, was exempt from my reaction—Gatsby who represented everything for which I have an unaffected scorn. If personality is an unbroken series of successful gestures, then there was something gorgeous about him, some heightened sensitivity to the promises of life, as if he were related to one of those intricate machines that register earthquakes ten thousand miles away. This responsiveness had nothing to do with that flabby impressionability which is dignified under the name of the "creative temperament"—it was an extraordinary gift for hope, a romantic readiness such as I have never found in any other person and which it is not likely I shall ever find again.

-The Great Gatsby, F. Scott Fitzgerald

I've been rotating through some ideas for visuals, rattling around thoughts about voyeuristic claustrophobia. idk, summer weather is here and it's got me thinking about gatsby! it's a summer re-read book for me. almost an annual tradition at this point ngl

[cute-brainz]

sighs