#romance tw

[acewithobsessions]

Did any other aces have a crush and just. "well yeah, ofc I think they're hot, I have a crush on them" and then shove it under the rug, blissfully ignorant

[random-fandom-whump]

The Resident S03E01 (✚)

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[niamhuncensored]

Oh another change they'll probably make for the movie is they're going to lean HARD into Grace\Lokken or else remove it entirely.

But I'm pretty sure they're gonna hint HEAVY at it and frame it as "the one that got away"

If they change the ending to send Grace home, there's going to be some reference to it. Maybe grace sends a message that Lokken sees and smiles, or maybe he just records a message like "Lokken I'm coming for ya baby" etc etc

And on that day, aros. On that day, we riot.

[cream-and-tea]

LAY ME DOWN. chapter thirteen excerpt. unedited. featuring: a spiraling pallas accidentally (and then very purposefully) listening in on judge and calliope as the two take a private moment to discuss their newly-formed plans. arguing and relationship conflict. death mention. eavesdropping with malicious intent.

[Transcript under the cut]

happy pride it’s judge and calliope time. alexa play steamroller by phoebe bridgers.

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“…not gonna be us.” The murmur drifts up, spoken with a firm certainty. Pallas, feeling distinctly gargoylelike, slides down until they can crouch by the arm the statue has cocked against its hip. Closer to the conspirators. All the better to hear you with.

“You don’t know that,” Calliope says, petulant and pouting as a child denied desert.

“I do. Come on, what is there to lose by losing us? I don’t know if you’ve noticed but we’re not exactly the most loyal knights in the kingdom. We just need this to work.” Judges voice is rawhided and definitive, as if the plan has already been carried out and the inevitable outcome insured. From here Pallas is startled to see that her hair is unbraided, so long now it falls well past the bottom of her back, lying against her shoulders like a raven-coloured cloak.

Calliope snorts, ever impetuous. “And you trust Fiver to know what he’s doing?”

“Of course I don’t, but he’s right that we’ve been hitting dead ends for years now. This might be wild enough to actually work.”

“And if it doesn’t?” Pallas wonders if anyone else notices how still Calliope goes when Judge touches them. With anyone else it would be too subtle to catch, but Calliope is so overwrought in everything he does that the quiet always overtakes her like a possession, not a natural state of being. Wet wool slung over a fire, honey-glaze smothering a cut of meat. It spreads from the point of contact (in this case Judges hands moving to rest on her hips) and swallows the rest of his body in wavering silence, eyes darting to the scars gored across one side of Judges face. Unless it’s a fight Calliope never initiates touch. If it’s a fight she always hits first.

“Then we find something else.”

“I mean if it never works, Judge,” Calliope huffs exasperatedly. “If it turns out the puzzle can’t be solved. What then?”

Trouble in paradise. It brings Pallas a gross sense of satisfaction to watch them fight, to see Calliope clumsily jab her fingers into every sore spot imaginable without even trying. Watching the spectacle he makes of himself almost makes them feel better about Agnes. Almost.

Judge laughs, and it’s not a kind sound. “You’re just saying that ‘cause you’re pissed and want to fight something. I won’t humour it. Besides, that’s not possible.”

“Why!” Pallas wonders whether the nights have been rough recently. Calliope is in a proper state, one that can only come from the wear of a particularly vile transformation.

“I don’t know Cal. Because if you open a door to get in a place you have to be able to open a door to get out of it? Because nothing else makes sense? Because I have a life, okay? I have a family, and I need to get back to them.”

“You don’t know that you do though! It’s been years! It’s the apocalypse! They could’ve left. They could be dead.”

Immediately after the words leave her mouth Pallas can see regret flood into Calliopes face. They watch with a sick, bubbling joy as her mouth opens and closes several times, obviously searching for something to say and finding nothing. Silence stretches and congeals between the two of them, a physical thing. Pallas almost feels like they could reach out and touch it, if they wanted to. The naked pain in Calliopes eyes is unmistakable even from a distance. If the words struck Judge like a physical blow her pain is reflected back onto Calliope tenfold, and Pallas watches the corners of his mouth work in a panic. They bite the inside of their cheek.

Three, two…

“I’m sorry,” Calliope blurts. Totally pathetic, but for some reason that doesn’t help Pallas feel any better. In fact how they can still predict these people is making things increasingly worse. They were supposed to be past this as well. Judge and Calliope are nothing to them now, relics of something long dead. At least they should be.

“I’m sorry,” Calliope repeats again. She drops to her knees in front of Judge, gathering her hands in theirs. Pallas suppresses the urge to vomit. “I'm sorry. That was a shit thing to say.”

Judges voice is so small and strained it’s barely audible. “…was.”

“I didn’t mean it. I didn’t.” The alien stillness shrouding Calliope is gone, instead replaced with a wild and tender desperation, every expression and movement raw as a new wound. There is nothing subtle about any of it and Pallas is safely smug that this lack of control is something they’ve been able to overcome that he never will. That is what separates the wheat from the chaff after all.

“I know Cal,” Judge sighs, not unbitterly. She detangles her non-scarred hand to comb it through Calliope's hair, and that aching stillness washes over them again. It’s the trembling quiet of a bull in a china shop, the silence of someone scared to move lest they break everything around them. Calliope lays her head down in Judges lap. Pallas has to lean closer, arms straining, to catch his next words.

“Please don't hate me forever,” she says miserably. “If you hate me forever I’ll die.”

“I do not. Hate you. Forever,” Judge sighs. “I’m just upset. There’s a difference.”

[burnt-h0ney]

my intense fear of romance VS my innate desire to be seen for who i am and loved unconditionally

[frequencypawn]

for @shiroi---kumo ->

"Päivä tervehtii!! There's a human holiday this week. I want to give you presents for it and wanted to ask if it'd be okay. Also, I'd love to dance with you too, if you're up for it. Rakastan sinua."

[transmasc-wizard]

what does slow burn mean to people. bc i just saw someone say "slow burn is when it takes 30 pages for the couple to hold hands" and 30 pages is like 1/10th of the average book

[albatris]

whose route y'all picking in a rental car dating sim

[trope-appreciation-tuesdays]

Super excited for this week's trope!!!

Whumper knows that A will never talk, no matter what. They could hurt B and A would plot every possible way to kill them, but they still wouldn't talk. B however, is not A.

Whumper tortures A and B is forced to watch or listen. B tries to be strong like A, and they try to ignore it, but they can't stand to see/hear A in pain. It isn't until A's screams are getting weaker that B quits begging whumper to stop and instead promises to tell them anything they want to know if they'll leave A alone. (Bonus points if A and B are together or there's unrequited love)

B tries to ignore the look that A gives them and tries not to feel guilty about letting A go through so much before talking. They both have to live with the guilt of having given up information.

Super bonus points if A is in really bad shape and whumper refuses to give B anything to help. They promised to stop, not to help. Now B is worried that A may die and they talked for nothing.

Torture at its finest

[dragonsaregenderless]

me, aromantic: *talking to my therapist about how i’m not sure whether my feelings for someone are platonic or queerplatonic or something*

my therapist: at what point these feelings become romantic?

me:

me: what a disgusting proposition

[random-fandom-whump]

Smallville S08E03 ↳ RFW's Favorite Smallville Whump Moments (✚)

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[the-wandering-whumper]

Am I the only one who didn't like the last episode of H50? I just felt like it didn't fit well with Steve's character him up and leaving? I feel the team was his blood and helping people/serving his country would of been something he'd do until he was too old to? Also I LOVED him and Catherine together infact I shipped them so hard, but then she went and just left him for a lame ass excuse and I ended up hating her and not liking them and that's how they end his character?! By putting those two back together in the final scene? STEVE DESERVED BETTER!!!

I don't think you were the only one at all! That finale felt... rushed and forced.

And I'm in the same boat as you! Steve and Catherine were fun together... but their relationship was over. I would have been much happier if they had ended the series with a McDanno moment. What would it have hurt? And it would have made so many fans so happy.

I guess that's what fanfic is for, right?

[cream-and-tea]

HEADS UP 7 UP

i was tagged by @flowerprose right when i was in the middle of writing this bit from chapter 13. providence! serendipity! i went a liiiiitle bit over the 7 lines but anyways *pallas voice* my fucking god these bitches gay. sucks for them. i hope they die.

Pallas peers over the statue's carved shoulder, eyes narrowing in on the two people in its shadow. Because Judge would never do something so frantic as pace Calliope is doing it for her and the contrasting energy (one sitting at the statues base, one standing and gesturing wildly) makes them look even more incongruous than usual. Judge, tall and dark and everwatching as the trees outside; and Calliope, something out of this world, as fragmentary as Judge is solid. Judges dark tweed coat covering her from neck to ankle, Calliope in silk and tulle, shoulders and arms and neck frighteningly bare. The white cloth renders his hair absurdly red and their eyes absurdly yellow. She looks like an unpopped zit. As Pallas watches he pauses with his arms mid-flail, then visibly slumps,  moving back towards Judge, who spreads her knees so Calliope can better stand between them. This, briefly, turns Pallas’s stomach, the sensation only made worse when Judge wraps a gentle hand around Calliopes wrist and brings his palm to her mouth.

i’ll tag @saltwaterbells @rydykg @albatris @andromedaexists @lychniscitrus @phantomnations and @retrogayyde (no pressure ofc!) as well as anyone else who wants to do it <3

[cluster-c-pds-culture-is]

tw Sex, Romance, Dating AvPD is avoiding the crap out of conversations most of your peers have had with their parents, about sex, about romance, about dating, about life, and it was a bad move and put you in a bad place so, please, talk to your parents about these things, everyone who's not me! (and me)

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