#it was fun still

[blu3haw4]

"That's not going to fit" for the made up fic title

Okay, two thing came to my head.

The first one would be a smutty cracky one-shot where either Clarke or Lexa tell each other that when the other puts out a strap/dick if we're going for G!P

The longer one, would be a repetitive sentence said between the two usually refering to clothing. Something like:

It was their thing. Their one true inside joke. Their line.

The first time was a little of a surprise. First time Lexa stayed over at Clarke's, they hadn't know each other for all that long and it was a circunstancial necessity more than a plan. They had met up for a coffee close to Clarke's place and out of nowhere a storm hit and it was too dangerous for Lexa to go back home.

Clarke offered Lexa more comfortable clothes to spend the night but Lexa kept dismissing the idea. The sentence came right when the stubborn pair were a little done with each other, Clarke having brought out a pair of sweat pants and shoving them into Lexa's hands before trying to push her to the bathroom to change.

"C'mon, Lexa, you can't tell me you're comfortable in those jeans! Just put on my sweatpans!"

Lexa throws the sweatpants back, annoyed and a little embarrassed that she's probably going to have to confess why she doesn't want to try them on.

Clarke huffs, grabbing the waist of the pants and pulling them up in the air in a 'see? Nothing wrong' gesture.

Is a single raised eyebrow that follows the gesture that breaks Lexa.

"That's not going to fit!" She huffs, and then pouts. Because she knows.

She's not ashamed to say she's looked at Clarke's figure more than once, she paid attention because- well, she's only human and they've been dating for a little while. It wasn't a crime.

It all came with comparation though, she knew her cleavage wasn't as prominent as Clarke, she knew she was taller than her soon to be girlfriend, she knew she was more tones and less curvy in most areas.

She knew her ass and hips were much wider than Clarke.

"It's not going to fit" Clarke breath, frowning at the sweatpants.

Because of course she knew too. She's looked too, if there was one thing about Lexa's body -that she knew thus far- that she liked was her figure, how her pants and dresses always seem to put up a fight with her hips and bottom. The tightness she could notice was the reason she proposed Lexa wear something more comfortable. How could she have been so stupid to no realize those hips would never go past the waistband of her sweats.

The awkwardness would last long and they would soon find other ways to make Lexa comfortable (if you know what i mean)

Another memorable time would be in the rush of the moment. A kiss turned make out session on the couch of Lexa's shared apartment with her sister, quickly scaling into something that involved much less clothing.

A ring tones, or a car door closing outside would alert them of the fact that Anya would walk in too soon. In the rush of getting presentable Lexa would throw Clarke a tshirt from the floor.

"This isn't mine"

"Doesn't matter, put it on!" Would leave Lexa's mouth before she can stop it.

They would pause. Looking at each other, with Lexa in just her sweater and Clarke holding Lexa's shirt against her chest.

It's a shared thought.

'That's not going to fit'

Blushing and giggle Clarke would throw the tshirt back, laughing out "that's not going to fit!"

"Unless you strech it!" Lexa would laugh too making Clarke fake-ofended chase her through the apartment to Lexa's room.

By the time Anya would walk in they would've long forgetten it all started because of her arrival

And so on, i could think of a million other little moments that they would say this to each other and why not, bring in the strap one.

[anartificialsatellite]

The older I get the more I admire people who are earnestly, genuinely into whatever their thing is. I know it sounds like an annoying cliche but unless you're being cruel or hurtful there is really no need to be normal about things. The dude with the bad fake accent at the renaissance faire is having the time of his life. The people having photoshoots with their fashion dolls are loving it. The old lady with a yard unreasonably full of tacky ass lawn ornaments is having a blast, HOA be damned.

Don't waste your time being too cool to have fun, y'know?

[bellwethers]

Tough.

[koddlet]

personal rules for winter ❄

[artkaninchenbau]

Crocodile finds a strange stray cat an 11-year old Nico Robin (AU where they met 13 years earlier. Robin's been on the run from the World Government for 3 years. Crocodile's 27 and has not set up base in Alabasta yet)

It seems like I have become possessed. By some sort of demon.

Bonus:

[qiinamii]

we'll do fine.

[o0kawaii0o]

ROMANCE DAWN TRIO

[bananonbinary]

also worth noting that "abusive" doesn't actually mean "irredeemable" either.

there's a lot of people that have done things in the past that were bad, because they weren't taught any better, or they were in an overall toxic situation where EVERYONE was shitty (like a cult), or they were just at an especially low point and hurt others for it.

you don't have to forgive them. you don't have to ever speak to them again. you can be angry with them until you die if you want.

but society cannot function if we don't allow them to move on. to change their behavior and fuck off somewhere else and build meaningful relationships without bothering you again. we need a path for people to change, or nothing ever will.

[aspiringwarriorlibrarian]

You know, it's kinda funny how much of high fantasy centers around kings and nobility and courtly intrigue considering that the archetypal high fantasy, Lord of the Rings, had the rather explicit moral of "saving the world is up to this backwater hick and his gardener because no politician, least of all inherited nobility, would have the ability to see past their own ambition and throw away a weapon". Oh sure, Aragorn is a great king and all, but there's a reason he's over there running a distraction ring while the hobbits do the real work. Sauron loses because he gets distracted by kings and armies and great battles (i.e. typical high fantasy stuff) letting Frodo and Sam sneak through his back door and blow it all to hell.

Just saying, maybe old Jirt knew what he was saying when he said that the small folk doing their best and holding to each other was more powerful than a dozen alliances and superweapons and we should respect him for it.

[verflares]

just how long is forever? // not long enough, with you

pssst. check this out on inprnt :]

[localrobosexual]

literally fuck companies that don't want their employees to act "unprofessional" in front of customers. I'm at a five guys rn and the employees here are joking around calling orders back and forth to each other and saying things in weird voices and laughing with each other while they work. Someone just came in for their shift while I was waiting for my food and was greeted by the whole kitchen with a secret handshake lookin thing. It was so silly and cute I love seeing ppl have fun at work and I know my food's gonna be bomb bc the ppl there are having fun with each other. Let employees be people and friends and have fun what is the issue!!!!

[lgbtlunaverse]

Nothing will dispell the "the curtains were just blue" myth faster than writing something yourself, because the amount of pretentious symbolism i am putting in my silly little fanfics is ridiculous. I mean SO much with these words, literally every single one of them. This fic has twenty five typos and zero correct uses of punctuation but if there's curtains you bet your ass I put thought into what colour they were.

[theoldkyokodied]

Really quick doodles of a few scenes from the stream yesterday. Including combat flirting taunting, gale’s magnificently distracting shoes and.. whatever you wanna call gale agreeing to give 15 gold to astarion 😐😑😐😑😐 (that’s me blinking)

[phantomrose96]

Thinking about Edward Elric as the Amestrian Military's specialest little unfireable boy

State alchemists can be fired for underperforming. We know this up front from the likes of Shou Tucker. And this makes a ton of sense from the homunculi's standpoint since the state alchemists are sacrifice candidates, and the homunculi would want to cull the weakest candidates and focus only on cultivating the strongest ones who stand the best chance of opening the portal.

........Then there's Edward. Who's already opened the portal.

There's no need to cultivate him. No gamble taken on whether he's good enough to open the portal. He passed the final test already. Graduated 4 semesters early.

And as such, has a free pass to do Absolute Fuck All.

And I'm imagining how funny this is from like an outside perspective.

Some newish state alchemist who'd only ever read up on the stories of Edward Elric, ready and excited to start their career of being paid handsomely with endless freedom to research and travel and do anything they want in the pursuit of science... surprised and confused to find themselves put on probation their first month for things like "ignoring orders." Which is, as best they had thought, a famous Edward Elric pastime.

Roy showing a slight bit of stress about his yearly state alchemist report, and Ed just snorting and rolling his eyes at Roy because every year HE just hastily does his on the train ride over (canon in the manga, a travesty it was left out of the anime) and it gets rubber stamped. Ed not realizing that other alchemists' reports get genuinely scrutinized and torn apart while Ed is free to turn in whatever absolute bullshit he thinks of 36 hours ahead of time. One year his report was about whether alchemy could be done via dance (conclusion: no it can't) and no one cared. Roy WANTS to tell Ed there's some kind of unknown favoritism around Ed making him literally bullet-proof but Roy has no way to phrase this that doesn't sound like he's just in denial and mad at how good Ed's train-reports are.

Guy from the Internal Amestrian Affairs sector who's responsible for auditing other internal military personel for any suspicious activity hitting about 1 million red flags for Edward Elric, issuing a STRONG and URGENT recommendation to suspend the alchemist pending further investigation into things like "literal bunk-buddies with two members of the Xingese royalty (enemy nation)" and "spent $10,000,000 of his stipend on a librarian to make her re-copy (what he seemed to interpret as?) military records in some extremely transparent effort to unearth state secrets (it was a recipe book but he was literally asking her about state secrets)" and "literally has never once obeyed an order, ever, not even once in his career, and is on public record having said 'I do not care about the goals and protections of the Amestrian Military. I am in fact only pursuing my own interests several of which are diametrically opposed to the safety and well-being of the governing body of Amestris'"

The issued recommendation is intercepted before it even reaches its intended desk. President Bradley himself has taken issue with it and denies it before a single set of eyes has seen it. The President's veto stamp is a terrifying hammer, used rarely, and it is now sitting on the auditor's desk.

The auditor sleeps with one eye open from then on out.

[apollos-olives]

before october 7th this blog was a meme page btw.

[pommegrantaire]

Au lit, le baiser by Henri de Toulous Lautrec but make it Aziracrow