#oh this is so tender

[autisticlancemcclain]

Slowly. He had to do this slowly. If he took it inch by inch, barely moving, he’ll eventually be able to gently break free and then he can —

Lance makes a soft groaning noise, and Keith freezes immediately, every muscle in his body going completely still. He even holds his breath, doing everything he can to stay as steady as possible. He will not so much as twitch, so help him God.

Lance exhales softly, almost sighing, and his face smooths as he shifts. His arms loosen from their vice grip around Keith’s torso — Lance is a koala cuddler, latches onto Keith like a boa constrictor every night and denies it every morning — and he falls back against his many pillows, hair tangled around his head in messy curls.

Keith, finally free from Lance’s hold, props himself up on his elbow and takes a moment to just… look, at Lance. The love of his life. He follows the steep slope of his straight nose, splattered with freckles. His eyes trace the full cupid’s bow of his lips. The sun-darkened expanse of his smooth skin. The fluttering of his long, dark eyelashes with every exhale. His arms, lanky and graceful and gorgeous and clumsy all the same, rest bonelessly around his head, fingers of his right hand tangled in his hair.

He’s the most beautiful thing Keith has ever seen — so beautiful that Keith feels the ache of him in his heart, in his chest, in his bones. He can feel the phantom imprints of Lance everywhere on his skin. In fingerprint-shaped bruises on his shoulders from where Lance gripped him tightly, last night, as he held on to Keith and they got closer, closer, closer until they were as close as they could be without melding their flesh together, until they were connected, both of them, as one. He felt Lance in the laughter lines he knew he was getting in the corner of his eyes, because Lance was his laughter, the very joy in Keith’s heart. He felt Lance in the want in his hands, the desperate need to touch and touch and never pull away.

He could never fight that urge for long.

He reached over — slowly, gently, lovingly — and traced featherlight fingertips over the shape of Lance’s forehead, brushing through his dark hair and over his soft skin. He traced loops and swirls into the angular sharpness of his cheeks, lips quirking up as he felt the roughness there from the faint hairs that have yet to be shaved this early in the new morning. He finally made his way to Lance’s lips, resting his thumb on the plumpness of the thin skin, Lance’s slow and even puffs of breath sending goosebumps up his fingers.

“You are everything good in the world,” Keith whispers, as he leans down to brush his lips on Lance’s forehead.

Lance groans again, arching forward a little, limbs still heavy with sleep. His eyes stay closed, but his breathing changes, less rhythmic.

“Stay,” he mumbles.

Keith chuckles. “I have to go meet Shiro.”He leans down to press another kiss to Lance’s forehead, quick and careful. But before he can pull away, Lance wraps lethargic arms around Keith’s neck.

“Stay,” he says again. Pleads.

Keith feels himself five in almost immediately. Lance isn’t even awake. His eyes are still shut, and Keith recognises the honey-slow slur and heavy accent to his words, knows he’s still deeply entrenched in dreamland.

Keith rakes his eyes over Lance, again, taking him in, feeling the weight of his arms and the rise and fall of their chests breathing together, and — and.

He collapses back onto the bed, laying on his side. He tugs Lance closer to him, flush along his body, arms wrapped tightly around his waist. Lance, sleep drunk as he is, doesn’t hesitate to burrow closer, settling into Keith’s arms with a sigh.

Keith smiles, his own eyes closing again, his limbs resettling into sleep.

Shiro can wait.

As he’s dropping off, thoughts unraveling, he presses on last kiss to Lance’s hair.

“I love you more than anything I’ve ever loved or will ever love again.”

And he falls off into sleep, warm in the arms of the man who shines brighter than any sun, than any star. Secure in the knowledge that he’ll wake up, later, to Lance’s smile and Lance’s love and Lance and Lance and Lance.

Sleep comes easily.

[inkskinned]

the thing is that they're so fascinated by sex, they love sex, they can't imagine a world without sex - they need sex to sell things, they need sex to be part of their personality, they need sex to prove their power - but they hate sex. they are disgusted by it.

sex is the only thing that holds their attention, and it is also the thing that can never be discussed directly.

you can't tell a child the normal names for parts of their body, that's sexual in nature, because the body isn't a body, it's a vessel of sex. it doesn't matter that it's been proven in studies (over and over) that kids need to know the names of their genitals; that they internalize sexual shame at a very young age and know it's 'dirty' to have a body; that it overwhelmingly protects children for them to have the correct words to communicate with. what matters is that they're sexual organs. what matters is that it freaks them out to think about kids having body parts - which only exist in the context of sex.

it's gross to talk about a period or how to check for cancer in a testicle or breast. that is nasty, illicit. there will be no pain meds for harsh medical procedures, just because they feature a cervix.

but they will put out an ad of you scantily-clad. you will sell their cars for them, because you have abs, a body. you will drip sex. you will ooze it, like a goo. like you were put on this planet to secrete wealth into their open palms.

they will hit you with that same palm. it will be disgusting that you like leather or leashes, but they will put their movie characters in leather and latex. it will be wrong of you to want sexual freedom, but they will mark their success in the number of people they bed.

they will crow that it's inappropriate for children so there will be no lessons on how to properly apply a condom, even to teens. it's teaching them the wrong things. no lessons on the diversity of sexual organ growth, none on how to obtain consent properly, none on how to recognize when you feel unsafe in your body. if you are a teenager, you have probably already been sexualized at some point in your life. you will have seen someone also-your-age who is splashed across a tv screen or a magazine or married to someone three times your age. you will watch people pull their hair into pigtails so they look like you. so that they can be sexy because of youth. one of the most common pornography searches involves newly-18 young women. girls. the words "barely legal," a hiss of glass sand over your skin.

barely legal. there are bills in place that will not allow people to feel safe in their own bodies. there are people working so hard to punish any person for having sex in a way that isn't god-fearing and submissive. heteronormative. the sex has to be at their feet, on your knees, your eyes wet. when was the first time you saw another person crying in pornography and thought - okay but for real. she looks super unhappy. later, when you are unhappy, you will close your eyes and ignore the feeling and act the role you have been taught to keep playing. they will punish the sex workers, remove the places they can practice their trade safely. they will then make casual jokes about how they sexually harass their nanny.

and they love sex but they hate that you're having sex. you need to have their ornamental, perfunctory, dispassionate sex. so you can't kiss your girlfriend in the bible belt because it is gross to have sex with someone of the same gender. so you can't get your tubes tied in new england because you might change your mind. so you can't admit you were sexually assaulted because real men don't get hurt, you should be grateful. you cannot handle your own body, you cannot handle the risks involved, let other people decide that for you. you aren't ready yet.

but they need you to have sex because you need to have kids. at 15, you are old enough to parent. you are not old enough to hear the word fuck too many times on television.

they are horrified by sex and they never stop talking about it, thinking about it, making everything unnecessarily preverted. the saying - a thief thinks everyone steals. they stand up at their podiums and they look out at the crowd and they sign a bill into place that makes sexwork even more unsafe and they stand up and smile and sign a bill that makes gender-affirming care illegal and they get up and they shrug their shoulders and write don't say gay and they get up, and they make the world about sex, but this horrible, plastic vision of it that they have. this wretched, emotionless thing that holds so much weight it's staggering. they put their whole spine behind it and they push and they say it's normal!

this horrible world they live in. disgusted and also obsessed.

[biggest-gaudiest-patronuses]

oh right, technically i sell t-shirts

i forgot about that

[hooned]

riki when he saw a child engene in the crowd ⭐

[intotheelliwoods]

them. Take them. The sillies

[sambrosiac]

in honor of the first ever omegaverse anime i would personally like to thank the incestious undertones in the hit cw tv show supernatural (2005-2020) for making this happen

[babybells123]

No but you don’t understand . I need Jonsa to be a tangled mess of depravity and tenderness. Grief haunting them - the ghosts of their past connecting them in some irrevocable way, because perhaps that’s the only way they know how to bond - initially, at the very least. Estranged but bursting with love but not knowing how to show it because ‘we were never close.’ But Sansa used to teach me courtesy, and Jon used to sneak me lemon cakes when no one was watching. I love you so much but I feel as if you’re a stranger to me and I don’t know how to change that. Do you wish it was arya who walked through those gates or I should have been a better brother to you, I should have ridden north for you. Please just let me hold you in my arms until our hardened hearts soften again. Until something ineffable develops. And to their horror, they realise this raw and fresh and beautiful (damaged) bond that they have created. And then comes the angst. The yearning. The unspoken words. Religious disillusionment. Inadequacy. Shame shame shame. Understanding slowly burning brighter, until they realise how similar they actually are and oh my god , you were there the whole time and I never even realised. But she was radiant and glowed brighter than any star in the sky, how could I not ??? Now give me your hands and I’ll kiss your fingers one by one, I’ll gentle each tip the way you’ve deserved. And I’m here, I see you. I’m not leaving, but gods am I a vile being. Look at how this world has corrupted me.

[aethersflood]

Since the moment we first met, you have always been an important part of me. The half that makes me whole. When times are darkest, you are my light. When I am lost, you are my guiding star. You are just what I need. You are all I need. You are the greatest gift.

[bericas]

isaac & scott / mason & theo | sometimes all i think about is you

[yashley]

it’s okay just fearne freakin the fuck out in my head …..

[arsenicflame]

absolutely delicious flavour of edizzy is where theyre Actually Married but neither of them know it, while also being acutely aware of everything-

they celebrated 25 years of their matelotage. they are having sex on the regular. both of them think the other thinks their contract is purely for financial reasons and the sex is just fun + convenience.

[schmweed]

[dreamnotnapss]

please look at this clip of dream gently resting his hand over sapnaps, it slides over so easily and casually https://twitter.com/dteamaf/status/1678147020228534273

OH FUCK OH FUCK

HOLD ON I NEED A MOMENT

[sunnibits]

god. something about samfro is so…

[robotwrangler]

I think one of my favourite visual details about TAU (2018) is its unique approach to the whole “robot/ai whose eyes turn red when they turn evil” trope. The way the colour of TAU’s display gradually changes over the course of the movie is just so lovely and so immensely important to me.

The rest of this post contains spoilers for basically the whole movie, so if you are concerned about that, please feel free to go and watch it first! This post will still be here when you are done :]

Initially, TAU’s light is completely red - aside from a slight orange tone in the centre of his “iris” - when he is still in his emotionally blank, unquestioning, “factory settings” state. The orange tones become more prevalent as he begins to speak with Julia, and the inner rings adopt an increasingly vibrant green as they interact more and his care for her and curiosity about the outside world grow, along with his defiance and resentment of Alex.

Once TAU reaches the point at which his loyalties lie firmly with Julia, only the outer edge of his display is red, the centre being a gradient from orange to bright gold to bright green, and glowing so much more brightly as well. When he shares his symphony and his being with her, all of his projections are made up of pure warm, golden light, flecked with green.

When I first watched it, the colour change was so gradual that I barely noticed it had changed until near the end, where he had all of his memories erased and his display reverted to being completely red like it had been at the very beginning, the intensity of his lights dulled back down as well. It was such a jarring change all of a sudden, and really helped to hammer home the realisation that all of his development as a person, the things he had learned and his time with Julia had been ripped away.

But perhaps one of my favourite touches is made evident by the drones TAU controls; they, too, have “irises” of red light at the beginning and gradually change colour along with the rest of him over the course of the movie, but when the drone Julia escapes with at the end wakes up and its eye glows only green, it’s just such a beautiful and relieving moment…

I could go on and on even more about the way colour and light are used in TAU because I absolutely adore it, but this is just what I was very focused on and appreciative of in my recent rewatch and I really wanted to shout from the rooftops about it for a little bit. I kept thinking about how much I loved seeing this reversal of the aforementioned trope; an AI whose light changes colour not to signify an impending cliché evil rampage, but to reflect positive change - growth and healing, the development of empathy, remorse, self-worth, loyalty, love.

It wasn’t at all what I expected from this movie when I first decided to watch it in 2019 but it was so pleasantly surprising to me, and these heartfelt and sincere themes are the main factor that secured TAU its place as my main comfort movie.

[mikimeiko]

The End of the F***ing World | Season 1 (2017). Jonathan Entwistle