#ITS ACTUALLY DONE

[loife1m]

GUYS IM SOBBING IM DONE WITH TLEOT 🥲🥲🥲🥲

[ggomomomo]

Roomies | 7 - Dawn and Dusk

@felinettenovember

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Felix found her on a roof of their apartment, sitting on the ledge as she watched the first rays of light kiss the bluish sky. Ladybug looked so small with her knees curled up to her chest and her arms embracing them. When he looked more closely, he noticed her sketchpad propped up on her legs.

"Can't sleep?" Shadow asked.

She stuck her tongue out playfully. "I actually slept early. You saw me last night."

"Why turn into an early bird?"

Ladybug showed her rough sketch: a floor-length dress flaring out at the bottom. Labels of colors dotted around the perimeter of the piece. Shadow sat down next to her to get a better look. "I'm going for a sunrise-inspired look," she explained. "And I wanted to see the real thing for it."

"It looks nice," he mumbled, resting his head on top of her shoulder. She stiffened for a millisecond at the sudden contact, but relaxed into him.

"You seem tired."

"Believe it or not, I actually stayed up tonight."

She gasped dramatically. "You? Stayed up? I think the apartment is too small for two insomniacs now."

"It was just tonight. I was restless." He moved his head, completely burying his face on the crook of her neck. She smells good. Why does she always smell good? Her hand immediately darted up to stroke him behind his cat ears and through his hair.

"You okay?" Ladybug asked quietly.

"It's . . ." He paused. "It's nothing."

"I can order something so you don't have to cook," she offered. "So you can rest."

"No, it's better that I keep myself awake. My sleeping schedule will be ruined."

"Your sleeping schedule was ruined when you stayed up."

He managed a little grunt, snuggling closer to her. She was warm. So warm. Her touch seemed to calm his biting nerves as her soft voice prompted his heartbeat to race yet again.

Ladybug stopped stroking. "You sure you don't want to talk about it?"

"Would you want to talk about it?"

"What?" she blinked.

"What?"

"What do you mean by that?'"

Shadow bit his tongue. He'd said too much. "No. Nevermind. I'll talk about it some other time."

She hummed. "Okay."

He was about to pull away when she shifted her legs and moved both of them down from the ledge. Ladybug put her sketchpad and pencil to the side and tugged him down so that they were both lying down on the rooftop, with his arm secure around her waist and his face on her hair. They became an audience to the dissipating dark, the slow takeover of the bright morning.

Shadow yawned. A purr might have escaped when she started to caress his hair again.

"Good?" she asked.

"Yes. Good." He breathed out, slowly succumbing to his heavy eyelids. Comfy. Home. Her.

---

A long day of school, chores and akumas drained the both of them. By the time the sky had changed its shades, they were ready to collapse back on the rooftop of their apartment building. And that's exactly what they did; Ladybug fell over her partner as they both mumbled their detransformation words together.

"This day sucked," she groaned.

"We should get a big dinner," said Felix.

"Can we stay here for a bit?"

"Of course."

Marinette squeezed herself deeper into his embrace. Their legs were loosely twined, their arms touching. She didn't mind the hard cement below her or perhaps she was too tired to care.

She peeked at her roommate, who wore a faraway look in his eyes. She didn't want to assume that she knew exactly what was bothering him but if it was anything similar to her current dilemma . . .

"About this morning," Felix began.

"Yeah?" Did he want to talk about it?

"I . . ." His hold on her tightened.

"You don't have to talk about it if you don't want to."

"But I want to. I need to." She noted the weakness, the urgency in his tone.

Felix breathed deeply. She seldom saw him on edge like this, a bundle of stress and uneasiness. But she rubbed the top of his chest where his heart was as a way of telling him that everything was okay.

"Marinette, I---"

"I love you."

He froze.

"That was what you wanted to say, right?" She said shakily. "I---I feel the same way, Fe. I know it's scary to say it and risk what we have but I really, really, really wanted to let you know already."

When she looked up at him, he was staring at her with wide eyes, irises showing a mix of emotions. He slowly moved them both into a sitting position with his arm still around her. Marinette grew afraid that he meant to tell her something else or that she confessed at the worst possible time.

Then he started to lean forward.

Felix stopped a few centimeters away, not from his hesitance but to give her a choice. She was the one to close the gap, bringing her lips to his and kissing him slowly. His hands wove into her hair as she brought hers to his cheek. He was gentle. Caring. She felt the same calmness she always found with Felix.

They parted for a moment before she chased another soft kiss. He reciprocated with a kiss on her forehead.

"So . . ." His eyes now brimmed with unbridled fondness as a smile graced his lips. "Dinner?" 

[axreliono]

GUYS MY FIC FOR THE TWITTER SNOWMORI EVENT IS OUT !!!

Beginner's Luck gen | rated T | ~4k

this is my first time /ever/ posting writing (+ also making a fic graphic...) hope u guys enjoy !!!

link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/44498365

[noknowshame]

why is religious Christmas imagery all so joyful and pleasant? where is the inherent horror of the birth of Christ? A mother is handed her newborn child, wailing and innocent. Her hands come away sticky. Red. Simply by giving her son life she has already killed him. He is doomed from the beginning. Her love will not save him from suffering. Because the thing cradled in her arms is not a baby, it is a sacrifice: born amongst the other bleating animals whose blood will one day be spilled in the name of what demands it. the night is silent with anticipation. Mary, did you know? That your womb was also a grave?

[sincerelystesichorus]

i have spent so long trying to place who astarion reminds me of

his dry little sarcastic bits gets me every time and like it's automatically funny but it felt so familiar...

this bastard.

and some more similar comparisons i think

thank you for coming to my ted talk

[chloesimaginationthings]

FNAF movie Mike is suspicious of Lefty…

[sirenetica]

Get a load of these dudes!

+ some silly romance-y stuff

[theoldkyokodied]

One wedding and three funerals

Background paintings under the cut

[tshortik]

THE DARK URGE

[choccy-milky]

MC doing what we all wished we could do (aka napping on the floor with ominis )😴💕

[kekisu]

get out of that dusty attic and have a sleepover with your sister idiot

[boylikeanangel]

check in on your local good omens fans today everyone hozier just dropped a new album

[nova-rpv]

"i have a sister now! thank you, granpa! we are going to do so much stuff together!"

(trans masc newborn shado btw. tag as ship and ill kill you)

[shit-talker]

The 141 have a ridiculous run of inside jokes that is continuosly ruining their lives, such as;

1.) If someone says, "You love it really," to you, you immediately have to agree with them, no matter what the circumstances. Otherwise, you lose the ability to do it back. This has resulted in many weird fake confessions, including one time in which Soap got fed up with people making your mom jokes at him and went on a rant about it. Ghost glanced at him in front of a room full of cadets and just went, "You love it really, though," and Soap almost died as he sadly nodded and replied, "Yeah, I do."

2.) If something even remotely sexual sounding is said about you, you must always say, "You're damn right I do/am/will," back. This backfired once when they were in a defreif and Price said something about Gaz "coming through the back door" and Gaz, without think, winked and replied "You're damn right I did," In front of everyone and got in trouble for mild insubordination. (The others almost died laughing as he realised what he'd done, who he'd done it to, and who he'd done it in front of (aka Price's bosses))

3.) When talking about Roach, they will always act like he's died. He hasn't, but none of them can stop the joke, and it always makes all of them crack up, even Roach. This once caused major panic, as once when Ghost was discussing their latest mission with Laswell, he said, "It was fine because Roach - God rest his soul -" and Laswell had about two minutes where she thinks Roach has dropped dead and she didn't fucking know.

4.) They will always make up bad stories for how they met Ghost, if anyone ever asks. It doesn't matter what the truth is, or who they're speaking to, when asked, all three of them will reply with some made up, overly dramatic or down right boring story on how they met. These stories ranged from Ghost, saving them from a shark attack (Gaz), Ghost selling them assorted drugs as a teenager (Roach), and most devastatingly is when Soap told a distant relative of his that he met Ghost after "finding him with my older brother, behind his wifes back" he does not have an older brother, and so there is no wife.

5.) They always reference the "Malibu incident." None of them have ever been to Malibu. Nothing bad has ever happened there, but now they've created a whole conspiracy in the British Army about a coverup that happened in Malibu. Price knows about this one and finds it endlessly funny, so he goes along with it, never directly mentioning it but refusing to deny it when someone asks. If anyone ever asks about the details of it, they just give a deadpanned look as if the other person should already know and say; "Don't make me say it." There are rumours. Like, a lot of rumours.

6.) Roach claps every time someone says, "I'll be there for you" because once he clapped at the wrong time during the friends intro and had been paying the price ever since. It doesn't happen often, but sometimes you'll just hear him clapping - not even in the tune to the friends theme. Just random clapping. If any of the others hear it, they almost always reply with "That's a fuckin' joke" in a really disappointed tone. It's confused a lot of people.

[faggy--butch]

Trans men and women tend to get viewed as either disgusting male freaks or perfect feminine female goddesses based entirely on identity and vibes alone, forcing trans men to either detranstion to talk about the issues faced, or shut up and hate themselves and grovel at the feet of their "betters", and trans women are forced to preform the highest standards of femininity or be shunned and live in fear of being cast out and not being "woman enough" facing the constant need to prove themselves to avoid being seen as interlopers. these things are similar, these problems overlap, and yet people go on to pretend that one is the most victimized victim and the other is the "subjector and oppressor" (Interchangeable) and neither can truly understand the other. these ideas being perpetuated by others within and outside of these groups. It drives me up the wall that there are people pretending this helps anyone, that either benefits from the others oppression in anyway. Personally, from what I've seen a lot of it comes out as like gender insecurity, from the inside groups, which is pretty sad, but also extremely frustrating to be lashed out at for being unwilling to accept this gender essentialist false binary

[dnncats]

slaying while slaying 🔪🩸

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