#.thoughts

[v1-kisser]

Maybeeee Imagine your F/O walking into the bedroom while they know you're in bed, trying to be quiet in case you're asleep... n smiling when they see you cozy under the covers...

Maybe they're just arriving home and they can't wait to join you, trying to get ready for sleep as quietly as possible. You can hear drawers opening and closing, the sink running. See the light from the next room cascading on the floor. Maybe you sleepily stare at the shadow of your F/O brushing their teeth or pulling off their shirt. Safe and warm. Almost nostalgic. Knowing that they're near. Sitting in the pleasant fog of drowsiness while someone you love is preparing to come lay with you. And then the distant light flicks off. For a moment you almost miss it, the certainty of where they were... the intimacy without touch. But the second that their weight sinks into the bed, and their warmth graces your back, those feelings dissipate like smoke.

They mumble a "goodnight" in case you're awake.

Talk to you in the morning.

proship/comship dni

[virmire]

to the person who said astarion is an au of preminger on one of my posts, pls know that i am fucking d y i n g wheezing

[wallylinda]

whenever conservative-aligned comics get passed around there’s always a couple of people who add on that comics are inherently liberal and the values shown in *insert comic here* aren’t representative of the industry but like...that’s not true lol. like yes for a majority of their history cape comics have advocated for lefitst policies but that’s not to say that they weren’t also widely populated by prejudices and bigoted ideas. the creators of superman were jewish and they still wrote/drew plently of racist caricatures about the japanese when they were working on the action comics title. let’s not even pretend that misognyny isn’t a prevalent and continuous problem. comics were by and large created by marginalized groups and the silver/dark ages did succeed in tackling a lot of societal problems, but saying that the industry has always been this bastion of moral goodness is not only inaccurate to its history but also discourages conversation about how politics are presented in today’s comics.  

[catastrophicblues]

“i’d marry you with paper rings” to “i wouldn’t marry me either”

[keigologies]

kaeya who has never been around you drunk, mostly because he's the one who is always drunk instead.

kaeya who thinks it's overwhelmingly adorable how you cling to him as he walks you home from the angel's share, your weight leaning into his as you ramble about whatever comes to mind.

kaeya who, once he gets you home, doesn't quite know what to do with you, how to take care of you because he's never been the sober one in charge.

kaeya who asks you what you need from him and fulfills as many requests as possible: a glass of water, a snack to settle your stomach, comfier clothes, a window left open to let in the midnight chill.

kaeya who flushes when your final request to him is "stay" because you're good friends, just short of lovers, but he's never spent a night with you. he knows you've lingered in his quarters at the favonius headquarters just long enough to ensure that he's safe, but you're always missing when he rises in the morning.

kaeya who can't tell you no because even if he won't admit it, he is wrapped around your finger; everything you ask of him, he finds himself wanting to answer, even if it's less than savory.

kaeya who settles into bed next to you, above the covers, urges you to go to sleep, even though all you want to do is talk to him, something you've been doing all night; it's a relief when you finally do nod off, your breathing slow and shallow, warm against his face.

kaeya who lays there and watches you sleep, counts the number of moles on your face and how long each of your inhales lasts. he can't sleep, even though he's tired, because every inch of him fights it; he's laying in bed next to the love of his life, after all, and he'll be damned if he doesn't memorize every bit of you like it's the last time he'll see you.

kaeya who is still there in the morning when you wake up, still firmly above the covers but his one visible eye closed and his cheek pillowed against arms tucked under his head. he never got a chance to leave, not that he'd want to anyways.

[murdrdocs]

ever since realizing that mike and i are technically the same age (minus the like 40+ yrs) he’s all i can think abt

mike has to have a hand on you at all times.

your legs thrown over both of his, one of his large hands resting on your ankles while you both watch a movie. you eventually end up halfway in his lap, his hands on your back and hips and torso and everything in between.

when you’re out with friends, he has a hand on your back or in yours. slightly soft palm on your knees and thighs when you’re sitting together.

but his obsession with touching you gets out of hand sometimes. fingers wedging themselves between your warm thighs, his own, much skinner thigh pressed up against the outside of yours. he’d claim that his hands were cold and the space between your thighs was warming him up. even though it was the middle of summer.

when you’d be politely eating dinner with his family, sitting across from his mother with a small smile on your face as you listened to her talk to you.

and that smile would turn pained when your attention was put on mikes hand slowly inching up your leg, his pinkie finger beginning to slip under your skirt and napkin and rub delicately at your bare cunt.

you knew it was a bad idea to let mike rope you into forgoing your panties for the night, but you can’t find it in yourself to be too upset whenever his ring finger joins and starts to rub at your clit.

[archetype-earth]

Thinking about... ...Spy!Reader and Chevalier. Like, actual enemies to lovers. He may or may not be aware that you're just a spy, when you first come into the palace, fresh-faced and wide-eyed at the glamour. If he is, he doesn't show it. You're assigned to the library, since the last guy in charge was too incompetent. You haven't forgotten your goal, no, but this was probably the best job you could've gotten. Chevalier's eyes are immediately drawn to the gentle way you pick up books, cradle them in your arms like a baby, dust off the ones that haven't been read in ages. And as a spy, you are not unused to the darker aspects of life. The Brutal Beast is nothing to cower away from, and you boldly approach him to ask him about the book in his hand. I mean, come on, that infamous prince reading a sappy romance novel from fifteen years ago? You'd rather talk about which love interest is better for the main lead than fear him. And he lets you. Chevalier enjoys the insights you bring to the table, debating and discussing each and every new book you two read. (Because, yes, you have to read the same book so you can have a discussion about it.) (Try to read another book, and Chevalier will not-so-subtly push the book he wants you to read directly into your face.) Spy duties aren't forgotten but merely pushed aside, and since you aren't actively doing anything, Chevalier conveniently ignores your true job. You might get letters or other messages from your boss wondering what the hell is going on, but that could never be nearly as interesting as the time you spend with Chevalier. Mayhaps, you get exposed and it's impossible to ignore. Ousted out of the palace, and at the mercy of your unforgiving ex-boss, there is now no one to help you out of your predicament. ...Or is there? After all, Chevalier couldn't just let his favorite book lover just leave. (Book lover, or his lover that just so happens to like books? We all know which it is.)

[lskisms]

omg this is so random, but i love the idea of Sydney just being pampered by her "roommate" (fem!reader) after tearing down 'The Beef' and rebranding it as 'The Bear,' and the reader just gives her the best spa day of her life as a little reward for her hard work.

(specifically because the reader owns like a shop or boutique down the road and has just visited Sydney and watched her progress from a distance. idk, I just think this would be so cute!!!)

(so just lots of fluff with romantic intent, not an established relationship but possibly a first kiss moment!?!?!?!????)

stop omg this is such a cute idea like... my sapphic little heart please please please also not a full fic because i started classes today and i'm a little burnt out already LMAO

you know your best friend and roommate syd has been having a pretty rough time with the rebrand. it's something she's really passionate about and proud of, especially after what happened with sheridan road, but it's taken its toll on her. she comes back to your two-bedroom apartment completely exhausted, both mentally and physically. she doesn't outwardly complain, bu you can tell.

personally, you co-own a little spa with a friend from university a few blocks away from what will eventually be the bear. it's your little personal haven, somewhere you're proud to help others relax and pamper themselves. and one day, when syd comes home completely beat and with a few stray tears, your heart aches so badly that you tell her to keep her shoes on. you just have to take care of her right now; the girl of your dreams should not be coming home looking so tired and beat down.

it's well past closing when you arrive, your friend having finished the last booking hours ago, and when you unlock the door, the lingering smell of incense hitting you the second the door opens. syd is questioning it, but you fix her with a stare and a smile, telling her that she's earned a real moment of relaxation.

and pamper her you do: a facial, a massage, aromatherapy, the whole nine yards. she deserves this more than anyone you know (even more than carmen, who you've met a few times since syd started working at the beef and who you've come to know as an exceptionally hard worker as well).

you step into the cool chicago night and find sydney waiting for you when you finish locking back up. it's dim on the sidewalk, but her eyes are sparkling in the lamplight. it's quiet between you as you look at one another, silence only broken by the sounds of late night chicago. you're thinking about how pretty she looks right now, refreshed and soft, her exhaustion scrubbed away and washed down the drain, when she closes the distance, cradles your face in her hands, and kisses you soft and slow.

"sorry," she says quietly when she breaks away, pulled back just enough to look you in the eyes. "i might have... read the situation wrong, but that felt like what the moment... called for."

you just smile and shake your head, fingers reaching out to curl into her coat and pulling her back into you for a second kiss. you spend the entire train ride back to your apartment kissing and giggling between yourselves.

© lskisms 2023. do not translate, copy, or repost my work on any site.

[v1-kisser]

Proship dni for my comfort thanks.

I feel like everyone portrays F/Os as these romantic, perfect all around lovers, and while that's all well and good! I prefer F/Os who are flawed, who don't always say the right things. Who can sometimes be petty or selfish. F/Os who have a habit of seeing conflict as a contest on who can talk the loudest, instead of a conversation. F/Os who run out of patience sometimes and have to go cool off mid-conversation, even if they're right. F/Os who struggle to communicate their emotions.

I find comfort in the idea of a relationship where mistakes like that are allowed and given room to breathe. A relationship where, no matter what the conflict is, the walls eventually come down. Maybe it takes hours, maybe days until you're both calm enough to work it out. Maybe it takes several conversations to solve it, but each end in Hey. I love you. I'll talk to you tomorrow.

You're not perfect, and neither is your F/O. That's okay. That can be beautiful, too. There's not a hug that's more comforting than the firm, tearful one after reaching mutual understanding. Knowing that you didn't mess it up too much, you didn't break things permanently. You couldn't if you tried. They missed you... and you've got some serious affection to catch up on.

[virmire]

one week until baldur’s gate 3!!! and this is your reminder to do a clean uninstall before 1.0 if you have played early access (especially with mods). here’s a guide from the down by the river discord server on how to do so

[wallylinda]

i like how in decades previous superhero comics were political but now the greatest philosophical questions of our time get answered through vapid reassurances about the predetermined triumph of good over evil and each new series is a roulette wheel of nostalgia wank and cringe depictions of performative liberalism like idk man i just think that this detailed render of nightwing's ass does wonders for my neural pathways

[catastrophicblues]

[lanterns-and-daydreams]

Do i actually make people laugh and am funny or am I just delulu?

Be honest with me, please

[murdrdocs]

okay i just had such a tear jerking feet kicking thought

: ̗̀➛ we all know eddie listens to metal. and he’s not really interested in listening to anything other than metal. but one day you play ‘my girl’ by the temptations and it’s like his 3rd eye opened.

: ̗̀➛ he becomes briefly obsessed with the temptations and similar artists (jackson 5, etc), mostly because he likes to see you dance around to the smooth music and he loves to see you smile when it comes on.

: ̗̀➛ the music makes his heart swell. he loves singing it to you, kissing around your face, making you giggle. all that stereotypical lovey dovey stuff.

plus, he’s actually not a horrible singer. when he’s not badly attempting screamo, he actually kinda has pipes

[j95714024]

you guys think that dazai maybe was be horrorized when he meet yosano because he also known elise and he obviously made the connection in their personalities?