#forever my OTP

[stephstars08]

They will forever be my OTP🤍

[starlightsweetheart]

[ghostoftheyear]

I’m in some kind of mood today so let me just gush a bit about one of my favorite KouAo pieces. You would think it might be something where they’re being sexy or close or whatever, and don’t get me wrong, I do love those, but this.

It’s so domestic. They stopped at a convenience store and got some drinks. They’ve been hanging out long enough for Koujaku to have smoked a couple of cigarettes. Koujaku is so comfortable and relaxed on Aoba’s bed. Aoba’s starting to get a little sleepy, maybe it was a long afternoon and he’s pleasantly worn out from walking with Koujaku. They might be listening to music; there’s an assortment of CDs on the stereo and the floor. And Ren and Beni! Beni has a little steaming cup of tea (don’t even ask what an Allmate needs with tea) and his head propped on his wing while he and Ren read a tiny Allmate-sized newspaper.

In a moment, Aoba’s going to plop over on Koujaku. Maybe take a little nap on his boyfriend. Koujaku will move Beni and Ren and their things to the table so that he can get Aoba better situated, and then doze off with him until it’s time for dinner.

It’s just so goddamn cozy and I love it. I love them.

[legendarydreamer4ever]

when things were happier and simpler **cries over them**

[jackiegaytona]

There were some truly photogenic Laszlo shots in the new Shadows eps yesterday and I have an immense urge to paint him again. I absolutely LOVED those first two eps.

Sadly I am dealing with a debilitating long-term shoulder injury and am on my last week of an intensive class for uni and have two assignments due but it’s still on my mind. It’s also really nice to see Sweet Home Clairton doing the rounds again. Maybe this season will inspire me to work on a sequel, or at least some Laszermo one-shots <3

[melaninmichy]

Me these past few Sundays.

[cherish--these--times]

Never have I looked forward to new episodes of a show with such trepidation. Even in my Sherlock days when the idea of Sherlock and Molly being in the same room gave me life.

Actually that's a lie. These two are still everything LOL

But BROOOOOOO

[the-girl-in-the-high-castle]

I don’t watch these FBI shows and I don’t intend to, but I’ve heard there’s gonna be some big crossover with all 3 of them (there are 3 of them?). Please, whoever is doing that make these two interact again, even for just a single minute, I beg you, and I can go chew glass.

[sunshine-luca]

"do you remember when we first met?"

The cargo bay’s cavernous space rang with the snarl of one very angry Scotsman.

Luca took it all in, standing on the gangway that looped around the higher levels. Lieutenant Commander Blake Ryan was putting the flight deck crew through their paces, inspecting all of their work on his precious ship. Luca would have been jealous of Ryan’s affection for the hunk of metal they all floated in, save for the fact that Ryan couldn’t exactly fuck the ship.

He watched on a bit longer, out of sight and out of the way. Ryan like this was breathtaking – he took no shit from the crew, held back exactly nothing about what he thought of them and their piss poor work ethics. He looked fucking beautiful too, his flight suit snug against his ass and sleeves rolled up to the elbows to expose the colourful skin of his forearms as jerked his hands and barked directions. It was no secret Luca loved Ryan’s ink, but he loved those finely corded muscles and wide, blunt hands just as much.

“What in god’s fookin’ name is taking so long?” Ryan bellowed at some hapless ensign. “If yer don’t get a move on, I'll batter ye! Ye 'mon then ya dick!”

Luca loved that too. The way Ryan’s distinct accent got thicker the more impassioned he got, the brighter his eyes sparked and the way his lone silver streak was threaded through reddish brown as he ran his hands restlessly through hair that was just starting to curl at the edges of his collar.

The crew scattered under another spray of furiously roared insults – Luca still struggled sometimes to understand the native earth accents and Ryan’s natural speech was thicker than most. He quickly gave up trying to decipher the individual meanings, instead just snickering quietly to himself when a terrified-looking cadet yelped in fright and was sent scurrying out the door.

That had been him once.

He waited until the room was mostly cleared and Ryan was alone, still muttering darkly under his breath as he shoved crates away from under the Kodiak’s battered nose before he trotted down the grated stairs and onto the deck.

Ryan sensed him instantly. The harsh lines of tension across his shoulders faded before he even turned around. “Hello, love.”

Luca grinned as he sidled up to his pilot, looping his arms around his waist from behind and squeezing his broad chest, rubbing his cheek against Ryan’s back. “How did you know it was me?”

Not happy with that position, Ryan unhooked Luca’s hands from around his waist and turned until they were face to face. The lines between his brows softened and so did his eyes.

His grip didn’t.

“Ye smell like caramel and cookies,” Ryan ground out, not hesitating to seize Luca’s waist and pull him close. Ryan ground their hips together. His grip on Luca’s ass was possessive and welcoming and Luca moaned a little into his mouth when he felt that bulge expand. “Of course, I ken it was you.”

“I do not,” Luca protested weakly, a little too late. Ryan’s mouth latched onto his neck, gently sucking but Luca felt the smile his pilot formed against his skin.

“Aye, ye do.”

Luca hummed and wreathed his arms around Ryan’s neck, giving up on trying to hold his wobbling legs upright. Ryan chuckled darkly and took the hint, hoisting Luca up. Three strides later and he was sliding Luca effortlessly onto the nearest workbench amidst a clatter of tools and spare parts falling to the floor.

The remaining crew in the far corners of the bay snapped their heads around to gawk and Ryan lifted his head from Luca’s curls long enough to holler at whoever hadn’t worked out the cargo bay was now out of bounds.

“All of yer shit fer brain numptys still here - fook off!”

Luca hid his face in Ryan’s chest, fighting his wheezing giggles as the bay emptied. When the last ensign had disappeared through the hatch, an almost complete silence descended on the space.

“This new crew,” Ryan shook his head. “Fookin’ useless.”

Luca curled his fingers against the collar of the Scotsman’s uniform to draw him closer and his slim fingers caught the pilot’s bearded jaw. They kissed, all tongue and teeth just how Luca liked it. He was breathless when they came up for air. As usual.

He stroked his fingertip gently down Ryan’s crooked nose. “Everything okay? You seem mad.”

Ryan’s expression, softened since having his boy back in his arms, twisted unhappily again. “Just dealin’ with the same alliance bullshit.” He shook his head. “Yer face is a right pretty sight t’see though, boy.”

Luca flushed with warmth at the familiar label. It never failed to make his heart race. His boy. He was utterly Ryan’s boy and had been from the first moment they met, even if they hadn’t realized it at the time. “I love it when you get snarly and angry and tear them all a new one. It’s so fucking hot.”

Ryan snorted and Luca frowned and rubbed the wide planes of Ryan’s shoulders when his pilot didn’t chuckle like Luca expected. For the first time Luca realized how tired Ryan really looked. They were all tired he supposed, but not everyone was manning the helm of an unfamiliar boat, flying double shifts and at all times primed and ready to wing three hundred people out of harm’s way at a heartbeat’s notice.

And Ryan being in the cargo bay at all, instead of being up on the bridge? Something was up.

Luca ran his fingers over Ryan’s lips and Ryan turned his face to chase his fingers. Luca let him kiss his fingertips before claiming Ryan’s mouth with his own briefly. “Blake,” he whispered, his stomach falling and his uneasy dread climbing. “I love you, you know. But you need to rest.”

This time Ryan did smile against his mouth but it came with a sigh. “Aye, darlin’. I love ye, too. My angel boy. Gods, I love ye.”

Luca basked in his softly murmured words and breathed his lover in as he curled around him. They hugged tightly, fitting together like two pieces of a puzzle, slotting together until their edges blurred into one. Luca loved Ryan around him. He was all sweat and eezo and smoke from the cigarettes he smoked when he was stressed. He was Luca’s home.

"Do you remember when we first met?" Luca asked after a long moment. He’d come to the cargo bay because he was feeling oddly homesick and missing Ryan’s attention but now stroking his pilot’s tired head, chest to chest with heartbeats mirroring - he found himself reminiscing. “In a bay just like this? I thought you were going to yell at me like you were yelling at those guys today when you showed up halfway through me decorating Kodi.”

Ryan leaned back, catching Luca’s eye. His mouth quirked wryly. “Aye, I almost did. Then ye turned around and-“

“And you fell hell over heels with me so hard you didn’t even notice the racing stripes!”

The pilot’s chuckle was dark and deep. “Shoulda known then you’d be trouble, boy.”

There was a light pinch against Luca’s backside that had him yelp lightly and then laugh. There it was. That wicked gleam that he adored so much shone through the exhaustion. Luca’s body responded instantly. Sometimes he felt like Pavlov’s dog, just one look, just one roughly breathed out utter of his name or the word boy and Luca was hard and aching and wet in his pants.

Oh, but that laugh. It vibrated in Ryan’s chest, all the way through to Luca’s fingers and it hit him with such a swell of love and affection and downright need he hauled on the pilot’s uniform once again and crushed their lips together.

Ryan’s hands caught the back of his head, holding him in place while his bearded lips left Luca’s mouth swollen and rough. Luca was dizzy by the end of it, his smile dreamy with contentment and warmth, knowing he was where he belonged.

He locked his ankles around Ryan’s hips, squeezing tighter as Ryan’s hands roamed over his narrow back.

“If you’re tired, you should get some sleep,” Luca murmured, arching his neck to give Ryan better access to the warm skin there. Each brush of his lips and scrape of his teeth made Luca shiver.

“Never too tired for you, boy.”

Luca placed a hand on Ryan’s chest, right above his heart. “Do you want me?”

Ryan’s face twisted. “What in the fookin’ hell’s name is a question like that.”

“I meant,” Luca poked the older man’s chest with a roll of his eyes. “Here. Now. Or do you want to go back to your quarters?”

The tug against his curls pulled his head back with enough force he gasped. His dick twitched at the less than gentle handling. Anyone else would have got a punch to the throat, but not Ryan. The more possessive Ryan was, the better.

Luca liked knowing who he belonged to. Liked everyone else knowing too.

Ryan growled low against his skin. “Why not both?”

Luca paused, thinking. The cargo bay wasn’t private – not that either of them gave a fuck. But this wasn’t the Berlin, where the crew had long gotten used to Ryan and Luca and the way they circled each other. On the Berlin, they had a blind eye turned to them. Here was different. It wasn’t their ship, they were only on loan... and Isaac had made them promise to at least try to follow the regs.

There was also the matter of Ryan’s exhaustion and the fact his duty shift had been over for hours and he wasn’t asleep in his bunk.

The first battle would be getting him there.

Luca wriggled down from the workbench, not without difficulty because Ryan was reluctant to let him go but the whispered promise into Ryan’s ear of his ass made him relent. He ripped at zip of his pants and turned to brace himself against the table knowing Ryan would shove them down just enough to get access. He wasn’t wearing one of his pretty plugs today but it didn’t matter. He was always ready to take his man.

Cool, wet fingers found his hole. “Ah, love. This pretty little hole-“

Luca wriggled his ass, dick straining but ignoring it. It would get plenty of attention the moment Ryan pushed into him.

He didn’t have to wait long. “Ry,” Luca murmured, then it turned into a groan as Ryan’s thick, solid shaft butted against his entrance. A low groan against his ear accompanied the delicious pressure of Ryan’s cock breached him and slid home.

Ryan curled over his back, holding Luca tight for the scant moments he needed to adjust, crooning in his ear. They were still fully dressed, still clad in alliance blues but it may as well have been nothing they were so connected. 

“Beautiful boy,” Ryan murmured. “My boy.”

Ryan’s hand found Luca’s aching dick and Luca’s breath escaped in a sharp rush. Ryan began to stroke even as he began to thrust, easily finding a familiar rhythm. They were well practised at this, they fit together perfectly, coming together as one entity-

And it was perfect. They were home.

When Luca had finally coaxed Ryan back to his quarters and curled up beside him, he thought again of the first time they had met – Ryan’s eyes blazing in fury before a spark of recognition that disappeared as quickly as it had come. Luca had been so sure any career he had in the Alliance was going to be shut down that day.

Instead, he’d found the other half of his soul and all the magic that went with it.

He kissed Ryan’s slumbering cheek and curled against him content for now.

[klaineownsmysoul]

Loved your comments on the Kurtofsky Klaine article! You said it perfectly.

What’s your view of Kurtbastian - is it similar? ( And even the deluded Puckurt, kadam and Kelliott as boyfriends?)

Why thank you! :)

I'm going to preface my comments by saying that I do not multi-ship. At all. Not even a tiny little minuscule atom-sized amount. I am a one couple girl and that couple is Klaine.

Kurtbastian? That is also a giant NO from me. Just because both Kurt and Sebastian have a similarly snarky sense of humor doesn't automatically make them compatible as partners. Sebastian never saw Kurt as an equal or even someone worth the time of day.  He looked down on him from the moment they met and never thought he was "worthy" of Blaine. He tried to undermine their relationship at every turn. He did not respect him as a person or as Blaine's boyfriend; he was nothing more than an obstacle he had to overcome to get what he wanted. And he didn't really want Blaine - he was going to be nothing more than a notch on his bedpost and then once he got what he wanted, he would have cut Blaine loose and moved on without a second thought.  He was a conquest to him with the added bonus of breaking them up to go with it.  I seriously doubt that he’s the kind of person Kurt could see himself with - he read Sebastian 100% correctly within 30 seconds of meeting him and was absolutely right on the money.  He had no qualms or reservations about throwing rock salt in Kurt’s face and seemed indifferent when it got Blaine instead.  Yeah, he apologized later for it and yes he helped with Blaine’s proposal but it was all just too little too late for me.  I was frankly happy to see him go. 

Puckurt?  Yeah - I don’t even know what to do with that.  I do remembering starting a fic once and as I was reading, something about the Klaine dynamic felt off to me, so I skipped ahead and read the end and holy crap it ended with Kurt and Puck together and I don’t think I’ve ever closed out of a fic so fast in my life.  

Kadam?  Nope.  Sorry, thanks for playing, we have some lovely parting gifts for you.  Here is clue so you don’t have to buy one and some taste.  Enjoy.  The people who used to claim that his “Baby Got Back” was more romantic or better than “Teenage Dream?”  I can’t take anyone who thinks that seriously; you are just grasping at any straw you can find, no matter the length, to fulfill your weird anti-Blaineness.  They were never dating in earnest and I don’t think Kurt ever truly felt anything for him.  Never mind the fact that Adam kicked Kurt out of that dumb singing group once he found out they were engaged so what does that say about him?

Kelliott?   Boyfriends - no.  As friends - yes.  Very much yes.  I know it wasn’t possible logistically, but I would have loved having AL stay on longer.  In my head, he’s the Klaine whisperer - reminding them of what they have and knocking some sense into them when needed.  Singing in a group with Kurt and hanging out with Blaine at NYU - all things I imagine them doing as friends.  

I can’t see Kurt without Blaine and I can’t see Blaine without Kurt.  I’m not wired that way.  Its these two.  Always and forever and I will go to my grave shipping them.

[notherpuppet]

Budding romance

[starlightsweetheart]

You know I don’t really see how Rucas fans can say that Lucas never liked Maya, that he only liked Maya because she turned into Riley, blah blah blah🙄.

In season 1, Girl Meets First Date, Lucas and Farkle are talking and Lucas mentions going out with Maya… Honestly, if he wasn’t interested in her any way whatsoever, why would he even bring up dating her? Why bring Maya up as an option at all, if he’s only interested in dating Riley?

They’re also making a point of showing us who he is referring to by having Lucas call Maya, “other one”…

Then right after insinuating about dating Maya:

and that right there is the real “long game” people!

[prettyboyrose1974]

We all know petekey is gonna be ranked one on my ship/shipped list cmon on

[kaenith]

Happy Holidays @littleleeeloo-main :D I was your gifter in the Four Swords gift exchange this year! Hope you enjoy this bit of Vio/Shadow fluff, and have a very festive holiday season ^_^

[pocketsofdaisy]

“I will love you until I am nothing, until I am dust beneath the ground. And wherever you go beyond here, I only ask that the Force lets me go with you.”

⚔️ ✨

finally got around to commissioning another beautiful canonverse artpiece! so here is a scene from the epilogue of my completed fic breaker of chains that the lovely & talented @boomdafunk so graciously crafted—all the tenderness and yearning with the gorgeous backdrop of Naboo is everything a reylo could ask for 🥹

merci du fond du cœur, Alicia 💕

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content tags - • canonverse • post-tlj • morally grey • supreme leader kylo ren • canon-typical violence • dreams and nightmares • enemies to lovers • belligerent sexual tension • mutual pining • heavy angst with happily ever after • trauma healing • love confessions