#you just know finn is going to ADHERE to that timer

[iluvchick3nz]

first time sending an ask to anyone I am a simple woman I have but a simple request:

Leo in eyeliner feat. Finnlo’s reaction

PLEASE HIS BABY BLUES WOULD LOOK SO GOODDDDD

Indeed, you are a simple woman with a simple request, and a damn good one. Controversial opinion, maybe, but eyeliner is DEFINITELY the sexiest makeup product. And with Leo's BABY BLUES? I propose to you: silver. White. Gray. Black. Brown. Blue. The options are endless.

Enjoy some FinnLo and their brains absolutely shutting down because they are dating an actual ADONIS of a man, holy smokes. They're obsessed. But, then again, who wouldn't be? ALSO, BONUS 'cause Leo is matching Halloween costumes with Katie, and FinnLo's baby fever hearts go BOOM! And props to Layla for her incredible makeup skills, she's the absolute moment. I just KNOW she rocks an incredible golden wing eyeliner, I JUST KNOW IT!!!!!!

TW: Mentions of nefarious activities, but nothing explicit, as per!

Character credits to @lumosinlove

“Leo, Leo, come on!”

Leo smiled up at Katie, who was waiting for him patiently on the stairway leading up to the second floor bedrooms. “I’m coming, hun.” He turned to Finn, dressed up as a very handsome prince, if he did say so himself, and gave him a kiss on the nose. “Be right back.”

“‘Kay,” Finn said, patting his hip. “Tell Katie thanks a lot for stealing my sunshine from me and forcing him to do matching costumes with her this year.”

“It’s not just with me, it’s with Layla, too,” Leo laughed, kissing him again. “I love you.”

Finn brushed his blonde hair out of his eyes. “Love you.” He gave Leo’s butt a hard tap. “Go get changed.”

Leo sent him a wink over his shoulder and followed Katie up to her bedroom, where Layla was also waiting. Finn watched him for a moment before he felt a hand come around his waist. “Salut.”

He smiled widely. “Hey.” He turned to face Logan, cupping his face excitedly and pressing kisses to his lips. “How’s my sexy knight?”

Logan laughed against his mouth. “Good.”

Finn made another happy sound and kissed Logan’s cheek. “Thank you for driving up, baby. Sorry it’s not a long visit.”

“Non, it’s okay, I like the Halloween parties.” He rested his forehead against Finn’s shoulder and looked up the stairway. “Like it better when we can all match.”

“Right?” Finn tugged on the cape of Logan’s costume to bring their bodies closer. “Silly Katie stealing our sunshine.” He raised his eyebrows teasingly. “If anything, I would have thought she would steal you from us, not Leo.”

Logan pouted. “Me, too.”

Finn kissed him again with a smile. “C’mon. We have to mingle and stuff while we wait for Le or else we’re just gonna be sad and standing here.”

“But he’s so far.”

Finn just smiled against Logan’s temple and guided him into the kitchen.

An eternity later, but what was really probably only twenty minutes, there were footfalls coming down the staircase. Finn had his arms around Logan’s shoulders, laughing and talking with Thomas and Cole, when Cole suddenly stopped trailed off. His eyes widened. “Holy shit.”

Thomas nudged him playfully and made an oo sound. 

Cole just shoved him back. “Shut up.” But he was smiling as he made his way towards Layla. “You look gorgeous,” he said, hands coming down to cup her waist. She did look pretty stunning, Finn thought, in her pirate get-up. 

“Thank you,” she said with a proud smile. “Just wait until you see Leo and Katie.”

Finn felt Logan perk up against his chest, his hands coming up to grip Finn’s forearms excitedly. Finn bent down to whisper by his ear. “Calm down.”

“I’m excited.”

“Me, too, just- breathe for a second, baby, you’re getting all worked up.”

Logan flashed dark eyes at him. “What if I want to?”

Finn just rolled his eyes playfully and kissed his cheek. When he pulled away, he was met with crystal blue eyes that were-

“Whoa,” Finn said, a little breathless. “Huh.”

Leo smiled, then turned down to look at Katie. “You think they like our costumes?”

She nodded assuredly. “Yep! I’m gonna go show maman.” Then she was bouncing off her toes and stealing Layla from Cole, presumably going to look for Celeste. The extra fabric of her bandana flapped behind her as she ran to the living room. 

Leo turned back to Finn and Logan, spinning around with his hands splayed out. “So? What do you think? Layla sewed some of this, can you believe that?”

But Finn wasn’t paying attention to the clothes, though they did look nice. He instead straightened, Logan shifting to press against just his side, and reached out to rub a thumb under Leo’s eye. “Huh,” he said again. “What…?”

Leo blushed. “Katie insisted. She wanted my eyes to look like Jack Sparrow’s, but Layla took a little more creative freedom than that. Said silver would look good with the blue.”

“She was right.” Finn leaned in a little to look closer at the silver around Leo’s eyes. It made his blue irises look piercing. He could feel heat working its way down his lower back. “Jesus.”

Leo bit his lip in amusement. “Your ears are red.” He looked at Logan and laughed, reaching out to brush the back of his fingers over his cheeks. “Oh, honey.” 

Finn looked down at Logan, too, who was partially hiding his face in Finn’s shoulder, green eyes dark and wanting, a flush blooming on the high of his cheeks. The look he was giving Leo was so devastating that Finn had to have a serious mental talk with his body.

“Si beau,” Logan whispered. He reached a hand out and Leo came willingly, allowing Logan, too, to press his thumb to the delicate skin under his eye. Logan let out a groan. “Soleil.”

“You’re okay,” Leo whispered, leaning down to kiss Logan softly. “All okay, sweetheart.”

“Non, je t’aime, let’s go, let’s leave.”

Leo barked out a laugh, straightening. “Absolutely not. I did not get all dressed up for a party to then immediately leave. I haven’t even had a drink yet.”

“Sunshine, I’ll buy you any drink you want if we leave right now,” Finn said. “In fact, I’ll literally lick it off your body, or you can lick it off mine, or Logan’s, I just- come on.”

Leo looked amused at Finn’s tone, which had become a little high at the end of his ramble. “Baby,” he said lowly, which was not helping Finn nor Logan whatsoever. He held up two fingers with a mischievous grin. “Two hours. Long enough to be polite, late enough to justify leaving, and early enough to go back home and have hot sex for as long as you want.”

Both Finn and Logan took a sharp breath in at Leo’s forwardness. Logan’s hands were busy fiddling with Leo’s costume. “Soleil.”

Leo just winked, kissed them both, and turned towards the living room. “I am going to find my other pirates. I love you.” Then he and his crystal clear blue eyes were walking away and leaving Finn and Logan desperate in the entryway.

Logan groaned, bumping his head against Finn’s shoulder. “Oh no.”

“I agree, oh no.” Finn wrapped an arm around his shoulders. “Oh, we are so done for.”

“Ouais. He looks so fucking good, I can’t-” Logan cut himself off with another groan and looked up at Finn pleadingly. “Finn.”

Finn ran a hand over his own face. “Okay,” he said. “Okay, game plan.” He counted off on his fingers. “We set a timer, two hours exactly. No later. We make nice and polite chit-chat with all of our friends that we love very dearly to distract ourselves.” He pressed their foreheads together and lowered his voice. “Then when the timer goes off on my watch, we get Leo, drag him and his sexy blue eyes out of here, and I reasonably break the speed limit to get us in bed and get him naked as fast as possible.”

“Not completely naked,” Logan said with a smile. “Not with that eyeliner.”

“Oh, for sure, not completely naked. That stuff is staying on, and I am asking Layla where she got it.”

Logan laughed, then kissed Finn slowly. “D’accord. D’accord, let’s do this.” He let out a heavy sigh. “This will be the longest two hours of our lives.”

“Oh for sure,” Finn agreed, pulling back to fiddle with his watch. “And the timer starts… now.” He straightened and held out his hand for Logan to take. “Now, my knight in shining armor, please escort me to the kitchen. Those ribs smell delicious, and we need lots of sustenance for tonight.” He craned his head and caught sight of golden curls. “And I see our pirate bombshell in there waiting for us. We might not leave for two hours, but that doesn’t mean we’re staying far away from him the whole time. Gotta have our eyes on the prize.”

“Ouais,” Logan said with one of his secret little smiles. He squeezed Finn’s fingers. “Allez, mon prince, let’s get you some sustenance.”

And with a tug of his hand, Finn followed Logan into the kitchen and to the warmth of their sunshine. 

[cobyblue]

A LOT OF THOUGHTS/FEELINGS RE: #RoyalRumble 2018

Okay. So. First things first.

I think that may have been my all-time favorite Rumble event.

Were the first two matches super stilted and weird?—Yes, but they put me in the best state of “Wait, what?” heading into the men’s Rumble match.

And the men’s Rumble match was GRIPPING.

Heading into it, I knew two things I didn’t want to happen: Roman or Cena win. Not out of the same misconceived hatred and fanboy nonsense that all the date rapists and deadbeat dads use to justify such a stance; but because I was just NOT in the mood to hear Philadelphia and the IWC’s “finest” kvetch about it for four months.

And because neither of them need it. They’re the two top people in the company, whether you like it or not. If they’re going to main event a pay-per-view, it’ll just happen (i.e. it’s 99.9% likely that Roman will win the Elimination Chamber match and face Brock at Mania).

My top three picks to win heading into the show (based on what would make the most narrative sense):

1. Shinsuke

2. Finn

3. Baron

Poetically, they were eliminated in the reverse of that order; leaving Shinsuke to win it all. And if you don’t think that final four (Cena, Roman, Finn and Shinsuke) wasn’t specifically designed to fuck with the audience, you’re not giving this show enough credit (and you likely never do).

So, now we’ll have Shinsuke and AJ Styles duking it out at Mania for the true top prize in the company in New Orleans. (Sorry, but the fact that the other top belt has been held in narrative stasis for an overrated part-timer with—someone needs to say it—an even more cartoonishly repetitive moveset than the wrongly-despised Cena and Reigns has destroyed any validity the red belt should have had after the reigns of Balor, Owens and even Goldberg.)

We’re going to get a fantastic match with two top-notch performers who barely even need a storyline to make it worthwhile.

Moving on to Seth and Jason, whose demise as a tag team has come much sooner than I thought. (I gave it at least another month.) The Bar rule the tag team roost on Raw (alliteration!) again, hopefully to drop it to the likes of the Revival, Balor Club or (for fuck’s sake, let them graduate already) the Authors of Pain in the near future.

From there, another unsurprising yet still disappointing Universal Championship retention for Brock. I am quite glad Braun didn’t take the pin, but remain nonetheless confused at the show’s slavish adherence to a narrative no one really wants (Brock/Roman) and seeming ignorance to Braun’s megastar status. Confused, but again unsurprised and disappointed mostly.

Lastly (but not leastly), WOMEN’S ROYAL RUMBLE MATCH.

What a great time! Lots of fun, lots of great action, great cameos/surprises (okay, I could have done without Kelly Kelly coming back to remind us of a sad time in the show’s history...but on the plus side, MOLLY! JACQUELINE! KAIRI! EMBER! LITA! TRISH! MICHELLE! Torrie.) and the perfect ending.

As with the men, I also had three picks (based again on narrative sensibility):

1. Asuka

2. Nia

3. Becky*

[*It would have been Paige; but things have happened, as we all know.]

Also similar to the men’s Rumble, there were two rumored outcomes I desperately required to not happen: Steph to insert herself and/or win AND Ronda to debut and/or win.

Instead, the exact same satisfying story was told (my list being eliminated in reverse and all) and Asuka will finally begin a lengthy run at the top come April.

...but we’re left to wonder: who will she choose to face?—In the moment she seemed poised to decide, the possibility that she might opt to challenge Smackdown’s Charlotte appeared in my brain and intrigued me immeasurably. (And if that’s the case, we could have Nia challenge Alexa and get some retribution for months of mind games, cronyism and underestimations from her on-screen “bestie”/real life no-quotes bestie. It would be great!)

Which brings us to Ronda.

When Joan Jett’s “Bad Reputation” hit and that Roddy Piper-esque font appeared on the TitanTron, I went through a number of feelings:

-Relief that if this was going to happen, I was happy it didn’t happen IN the match; sparing us a female Brock Lesnar scenario

-Props for the song choice and Ronda’s outfit.

-Delight at her exchanges with Asuka and Steph.

-Further props for letting the song run throughout and do the entire final segment with no dialogue.

-Excitement that the scenario I presented above was now likely, plus Ronda vs. Steph at Mania. THREE WOMEN’S MATCHES AT MANIA?! YES! YES! YES!

...and then I took to Twitter to see everyone else react.

...and I saw disgust. And I didn’t know why.

And then I learned why.

And I was troubled. Because I knew the reaction I was having...the reaction I’m about to present...is going to be a little rough for some to read.

I now know about Ronda’s comments about a trans UFC fighter three years ago. And I understand the disgust.

But.

I feel unaffected. And I feel bad for feeling unaffected.

For anyone who’s reading this via a reblog or a retweet or anyone who just doesn’t know about me, I’ll introduce myself.

My name is Coby Blue. I am 31 years old. I am AMAB female-leaning genderfluid.

And I feel unaffected.

I’m not going to justify the things Ronda said years ago. I’m not going to use an “I’m trans and if I’m trans and not offended then somehow I speak for the entire trans community and none of us should be offended” response, because I hate when people do that and that’s just not how that works. I’m not even going to do a “separate the art from the artist” thing (because I’ll be damned if I ever watch a Mel Gibson movie or “The Cosby Show” or a Woody Allen movie or have anything to do with Louis C.K. again, just as a handful of examples).

What I’m going to do is say that I have only been out about my trans existence for about four years now. And I am still learning and exploring and figuring out what that means and what my place in it all is.

I’m not going to defend my unaffected state at all.

I will merely say that as spectacle; as a use of visuals, music and narrative; and as a moment of relief and surprise after a show that really entertained and satisfied me...

...I just thought it was really cool.

And I’ll deal with that. And I’ll see how I feel as whatever this is develops. And I’ll hope that maybe with passing time, Ronda has or will come to a better understanding of the trans community and experience.

But mostly...

...right now, I just want to remember tonight as the night two of my favorite really cool people (Asuka and Shinsuke) made history and it made me really happy.

The end. 💙