#kissing him on his helmet

[dracaelus]

He's so husband coded, you have no idea

[vaguely-concerned]

the fact that iron bull opens his recruitment conversation with pretending he doesn't quite remember the name of the the inquisition's ambassador. Jose-what's-her-name-again. he's just a big dumb jock no thoughts head empty mercenary who likes fighting and drinking don't worry about lil old me inquisitor! I'll hit things for you if you'd like as long as you pay me! ],) and then right after he reveals he's a spy he drops that he knows not only the name of your spymaster and how she operates but also her haircolour. (but like in a safely bro-y way tho! make that fighting and drinking and fucking! I'll be useful to you but in a real meathead non-threatening kind of way I'll be too busy bedding chantry sisters to do any real harm ],) continue to not worry about lil old me inquisitor!)

god bull you're so multidimensionally and fine-tunedly full of shit I love you so much fhdksah

[wormswurld]

ollie after being kissed by felix in a room surrounded by people who want him: 🤗🤭🌟💖🪄✨

[shepscapades]

(I might have sent you this before, but here goes nothing, I hope you see this!)

IDK, I just felt like making fanart, and these two guys need sleep or rest or something like that, this instant! >:(

SSCREAAAAAMMMMMSSSSSSS okay well what if i exploded THEYRE SO SWEET :(((( yes please they need rest immediately I’m going to kiss them both on the head and tuck them in

[metropoliswhite]

I've been thinking about this scene, and how Felix repeats Oliver's name 3 times, taking a brief pause between, like he's making sure he's memorizing it. (right after letting us know he didn't even noticed they were in the same college before).

Thinking about the way he calls him in the pub by repeating his name again (and a nickname!) and was already talking about him.

Thinking about Oliver lying to keep Felix's attention by making himself available to be saved, when what made Felix notice him, remember him (WANT to remember him, actively making sure he would!), and think about him enough to give him a nickname in his head and talk about him to his friends, is Oliver saving HIM.

[yarmiko-art]

His crew doesn't know yet. Mk is NOT ready to tell them

[effrvsnt107]

These fuckers drive me insane istg

[kayvsworld]

sorry to be doing mcu throwback complaints again and EXTRA sorry for it to be about cacw and aou, sorry, i just am thinking again that if marvel had. in aou. committed to letting steve rogers see that captain america graffiti calling him a fascist with his own two eyes i would have forgiven many of their subsequent deeds and crimes

[hidingoutbackstage]

Picturing Kai enthusiastically going in for a kiss with Tucker, forgetting that they’re both wearing helmets, and their foreheads just fucking BONK!

[introspectivememories]

if you're writing a charles fic, it must have some aspect of boyking. he must lean a little on the childgod side. he has to be revered a little bit, adored even. if people aren't talking about him like they wouldn't wash his feet and adorn it with perfume like mary magdalene washed and adorned jesus' feet, you're doing it wrong.

[cupiidzbow]

[gay-robot-boyfriends]

Scanned a sketch and threw color on it aaaaaaaaaa

[ladyzirkonia]

Tech in ''Faster'' - Part 2

Bonus:

Yes I'm thirsty and simping for Star Wars jeans.

[meownotgood]

Aki knight x princess au. sneaking off with knight!aki when you’re supposed to be meeting with arranged suitors. aki being wholly devoted to his princess 💞

knight aki has always sworn his life to you and the kingdom, but something tells you his soft spot for you runs deeper than mere loyalty.

he's one of your father's most respected knights, revered for his smarts and agility in battle, respected for his unparalleled devotion to the princess, to you. you always thought the rumors about him didn't do him justice, because despite how cold everyone says he is, for you, he's just the sweetest.

he drops to his knee and kisses the back of your hand each time he meets you. he has no problem escorting you around the kingdom (even to the places the king doesn't want you to go to), and you've got no problem with it either, because you feel the safest when you're at his side. you know he'd gladly lay down his life for you, and he'd do it in a heartbeat. and even so, he still manages to treat you more like a friend and less like just royalty. you've snuck him into the castle to keep you company in your room more times than you can count.

so it's really no surprise when you see him in the crowd at your marriage ceremony, he gives you a telling smile and when you get a minute to step aside he's whispering in your ear, Do you want to leave with me? you've never been outside the castle walls before, but aki takes you to his favorite spot, a big hill where the moon illuminates the shape of the castle, and when you find him staring at you more than he's staring at the view you really wish you could abandon the king's wishes and just kiss him.

[cirr0stratus]

dinbo artists stop drawing din without his helmet challenge

[jessicas-pi]

So This Was A Little More Angsty Than I Recalled...

We’re probably both going to be bruised black and blue by the time this is over, Ezra thinks, blocking a hard swing and throwing it right back. The sun was setting when they started, and it’s nearly dark now.

Sabine’s eyes glow too gold for comfort in the dusky night. Just like he has every day for the last month, he bites his tongue and holds back his questions.

Hera and Zeb won’t tell him about whatever happened to Sabine on Malachor, Kanan and Okadiah are as lost as Ezra is, and if Ahsoka knows anything, she’s not telling. When Ezra brought it up to Mom and Dad, they just told him to be there for Sabine.

He’s been trying.

Sabine has not been cooperating.

So after a month of being there with no success, Ezra gave up and decided that it was time for some non-optional friendship bonding time, but even his best efforts at finding a so-bad-it’s-good holofilm like they used to watch together, even after making some really good movie snacks, all for her, she sulked and complained the whole time, being so—so—infuriating that before he knew it, they were yelling in each others’ faces about tropes.

Ezra stopped yelling, stopped the film, took her by the arm, dragged her outside into the Atollon landscape, and said that they were going to beat the crap out of each other.

(For Mandalorians, sparring is training, recreation, and even courtship. He figured… maybe it would work as therapy, too?)

He doesn’t feel bad about throwing the first punch, because she hit back twice as hard. Ezra thinks his lip is split from a hard hit to the front of his helmet, and Sabine’s knuckles are scraped raw and bloody. They circle each other, slower now than when they started. Her hair has blown out of her braid and sticks to her face in the heat.

It’s a little bit pretty, but now definitely isn’t the right time to think about that.

Sabine rolls one shoulder—he thinks it’s where he landed a decent punch.

“Had enough, tin can?” she demands, but the tension has started to drain from her body and she sounds a little closer to playful than he thought she could ever be again.

“Not if you’ve still got that attitude, wizard girl.”

“You’re gonna regret that,” Sabine warns. She settles into a stance, rocking a little, coiled like a spring.

“Probably,” Ezra agrees.

She draws a breath, and Ezra must have blinked or something, because in the space of an instant, she’s flown at him. He can barely see her in the dark and even the night vision in his helmet doesn’t help.

But he has a split second of advantage. In pure chance, she overextends, and he slams into her, sending them both tumbling through the Atollon dust.

She’s up on her feet again right away—or at least she would be, but Ezra snags her wrist, and drags her back down, flipping over so she’s neatly pinned beneath him.

All he needs is a knife to hold to her throat and it would be a near-perfect replica of the scene in the holofilm that started their stupid fight in the first place.

Sabine doesn’t say anything. She just lies on her back in the dust, looking up at him with the eyes that always seemed to see through his mask, but now they don’t look like they’re seeing anything. He hopes she’s processing her emotions and not disassociating.

Ezra is about to move off of her when something catches his eye, and he brushes some of her hair away from her face. It clings—not with sweat, but with blood. There’s a cut on her cheek.

“Did I hurt you?” he breathes, not sure what he’s even saying, and he draws away.

Flying up, her hand seizes his wrist, gripping painfully tight, even as her sharpening gaze fixes right where his eyes would be.

Ezra swallows dryly. The look she gives him is making him feel a thousand things that he doesn’t really want to sort out, now or ever.

“Sabine?” he asks. “What…”

He trails off. Her thumb slides to the little space between his glove and his sleeve, pulling the cloth back. Never looking away from his face, she pulls his arm up and softly kisses the pulse of his wrist.

“You’re dangerous, Ezra,” she smiles, breath on his skin.

Then, like the Spectre she is, Sabine is gone.