#GIRL SAME

[happyheidi]

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[ineffableteeth]

I hc that he wasn’t just checking Crowley out here, he was imagining every scenario “Chained up in front of Crowley” would lead to

[annemarieyeretzian]

it’s ashley having a religious experience at vax’s appearance for me

(appearance of the champion of the raven queen, digital triptych, 2023)

[earnthecorruptor]

when the realization hits that you can't drop an f-bomb... candela obscura panel -- san diego comic con 2023

link to panel: clicky clicky

[eirene]

Dolce far niente, 1877

Auguste Toulmouche

[m3tth4ws]

[bakedbakermom]

[bloodycowboyclub]

#girl same

[spellofwinter]

dongsoo: im looking respectfully

[theashenphoenix]

KAITO MASAHARU & SADAMOTO MIKIKO LOST JUDGMENT: THE KAITO FILES (2022)

[charger-lens]

There she is - the hunter that saved my sorry rump.

[braindamaged007]

[power-chords]

Hegel post reminded me of one of my favorite Wikipedia gems which is from the entry on William James:

[entomolog-t]

GtWAC Day 14 : Date Night

A promise of something spicey to come~

A little (not canon but absolutely could be) short of June and Aedes as a late Valentine's day prompt (Also combined with the G/t Valentine's prompt list prompt Card). For context this would take place not too long after Chapter 10 in Bite Me.

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Part 2: Comings Soon

Word count: 608

CW: Suggestive

Consciousness drowsily scratched at Aedes senses, rousing him, rather unfairly, from the far too luxurious comforts of the pillow he lay splayed out upon. Even with his eyes closed, the warm glow of the sunset still managed to shine through, pulling him, albeit unwillingly, from his sleep. 

Movements slow and lazy, Aedes stretches himself out, a yawn escaping him as the remaining daylight slowly bleeds away. A shiver passes through him- the room both oddly silent and oddly cold. Aedes frowns. He’d expected June to be home by now. She’d mentioned something about a human holiday, though he’d never paid much attention to what humans thought to celebrate. Despite that, he’d managed to pick up a few details in passing over the years, and one thing was abundantly clear…

This was a lovers holiday. 

Aedes swallows. His throat suddenly much too dry. 

Lovers…

Staring up at the ceiling, his mind feels paradoxically both full and blank- his thoughts like static, busy yet incoherent. 

Lovers… the word seemed to echo in his mind, Is that what we are?

They were certainly something… Though what exactly was a question that Aedes had been avoiding for… well, reasons. 

He sighs, a cool breeze from the open window sending a chill through him, and he mentally scolds June for leaving it open once again- The irony not lost on him that it was precisely this habit that led to their… something. 

Though it’s what the breeze brings with it that truly chills him. 

Aedes freezes- body rigid as his heart seems to stop dead mid beat. 

Something sweet danced on the breeze, rich and creamy and all too familiar. 

Immediately Aedes swivels around, unnerved he hadn’t noticed her upon waking up. Though, it wasn’t June that caught his gaze, in fact, she wasn’t there at all. Instead, his eyes fell on a foreign object carefully placed on the windowsill. 

Oh- 

A card. 

Scrawled out in an intricate deep red cursive was nothing but his name- his name, and a bow tied delicately along the width of the cream coloured paper. 

Aedes stood, eyeing the card. Despite any pretext the holiday may suggest, he couldn’t shake the almost ominous feeling as he climbed up towards the window sill. As he drew nearer, the feeling only seemed to increase, his thoughts groggily trying to piece together what exactly was so unnerving. Only after reaching the card did he realize its source- his heart seeming to almost shudder in his chest. 

The paper, the bow… it all smelled of her. 

June’s perfume lingered in the air around the card- and greedily, Aedes breathed it in, not unaware of the heat that rushed to his face.

Curiosity rampant in his mind, Aedes opens the card. 

The sight made his breath catch in his throat. 

The card was simple. Just one sentence, if one could even call it that. And yet, the contents stirred something within him. Aedes found himself frozen, staring blankly at the page, fumbling with his thoughts as the dizzying scent of her that clung to the paper toyed with his emotions. But while the smell of tonka and cream that hung in the air was enticing, it was what quite literally clung to the paper that caused heat to pool somewhere other than his face. That- and those two simple words. 

An imprint of boozy red lips stood out on the cream coloured paper of the card, interrupted by the ribbon laced around the card precisely between the lips, their color far too familiar to be merely coincidental, a promise of satiety- both carnivorous and carnal. 

His knees felt weak.

8:00pm, Blindfolded. 

[kojiandrew]

Chelsea Muirhead & Andrew Koji - Warrior Season 3 Episode 8 📸: David Bloomer