#ship or not their relationship is beautiful

[flutterbyoz]

I adore their offscreen friendship so much!

Gold was struck with Andrew Lincoln and Danai Gurira. I've never seen such electric chemistry, such love and care for their characters and their on-screen relationship and I love the evident love and care they have for each other IRL too. Their friendship is precious. They really do love Rick and Michonne as much we do and it shows in the dedication they have for telling the most beautiful love story ever seen on-screen. We really do have the best ship captains and I'm beyond grateful to both of them for everything they've done over the years. They, and Scott of course, have not only given us an amazing record breaking spin off, but a spin off that they co created, co wrote and co produced, I mean what other ship can say that?!

These two are so special and we really need to see more of them, I'd watch them in literally anything but TOWL season 2 maybe, please??

[whatohitsonfirewelp]

Buddie may never go canon. And that’s okay.

It doesn’t change that Buck, Eddie, and Christopher are a family.

And honestly? I truly believe I might even like this more. The idea that hey, yes, a bisexual man and a straight man can continue to be best friends, co-parents, to show vulnerability with one another and still keep it platonic.

That men overall are allowed to show their emotions and be human and love each other without it inherently being sexual or romantic.

Especially when one of those characters is a Hispanic man, because men of color have so little freedom to express themselves and show their love loudly and openly for their family.

Because Evan Buckley is Eddie’s family.

And they don’t need to be a couple for that to still be true. And if you don’t think it’s possible for two grown men to love each other and still be a family without also being in love, then you need to take a good long look at yourself.

The idea that he can’t is rooted in homophobia and sexism.

[husky-studies]

Concept: Argenti with a Knight of Beauty!Child reader

Warnings: relationship between the characters and reader are STRICTLY platonic

Notes: if any information seems off, apologizes because im using google and some info i got from twitter, so a bit of spoilers

Being the youngest known Knight of Beauty, some might get concern about why a literal CHILD is looking Idrila all alone. One of those concern people is apparently Argenti himself. He offered you to travel together finding the Aeon of Beauty. You being a literal a child and Argenti...well, a pretty man in shining armor (who let him be this pretty 😔) of course you accepted his offer.

You grew up being told the great tales of Idrila, and of course their acquaintance being Argenti himself. Of course you'd want to meet him one day, the friend of your parents and your inspiration in finding Idrila. His goals added fuel to your admiration so...you may or may not had snuck out one night to find Idrila and hopefully to run into Argenti. Fortunately, you did!

Now you two are on his ship, traveling together to find the Aeon of Beauty. You once joined him to go to the Astral Express to meet the Nameless and well...lets say it went partially well?? With him barely escaping his tragic fate. Another thing he did that scared you for a bit was when he somehow went to somewhere nowhere to save an IPC member. He got the silent treatment for 5 minutes before he told you that the two of you are going to a beautiful planet for a break from all this chaos.

This planet surprisingly has many varieties of flowers and a lot of flower fields, the sky is dreamlike, and theres a few butterfly-looking creatures (rather not touch it...just in case-). You went off into the flower field looking at the pretty flowers while Argenti sat down near a tree, resting his back against the bark as he cleaned his weapon. The flowers gave you an idea to make a flower crown for him. Now the difficult part is finding which flowers could be weaved to make one.

After a few minutes of hunting for said flowers, you found a flower similar to a spray rose. No thorns and its easy to weave. You quickly tried to measure an imaginary head that might be around Argenti's size and started the flower crown. 20 minutes of trial and error you finally got it, just in time as well as you can hear Argenti calling for you. "Lets go back now, it looks like its going to be night time soon on this planet." Argenti said as you make your way over to him, the flower crown hidden behind your back.

It seems like he noticed you hiding something and decided to ask about it. "Hm? What is that you're hiding?~" You only smiled at him before showing the flower crown you made for him. "A flower crown consisting of beautiful flowers for the beautiful Knight of Beauty!" You said as you signalled him to kneel down so you could put the flower crown on him. He got the hint as he knelt down, one hand over his chestplate as he felt the flower crown on his head.

"Thank you, this is a wonderfully weaved flower crown. I will treasure this gift for as long as I live." Argenti said with his charming smile. He stood up and took your small hands in his large ones, walking back together towards his ship to continue your journey to find the Aeon of Beauty.

[calcifiedunderland]

Fireworks When I’m With You~

Jade Leech x GN! Reader

In which Jade surprises you with an unforgettable date on an unforgettable night.

Notes: Established relationship with Jade! A MerMay fic idea I had

Warnings: open ocean/swimming, not proofread lmao

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“Now now, pearl, you can’t be backing out now?”

Jade grinned, looking up at you from the little wooden lifeboat. You peered over the edge of the ship at him, hair tousling in the ocean wind. You heard laughter and music from the main banquet hall of the ship, currently sailing the waters in the Sage Island harbor.

“But… taking a boat to open sea?” You frowned, “what if we get tossed overboard?” Predictably, Jade chuckled, as if you were the one being unreasonable. “I would be fine,” through the mischief in his eyes, fondness sparkled, “although do you really think I’d let you drown?” You bit your lip, glancing at the setting sun.

Sometime earlier on, when the two of you began dating, Jade told you about the fireworks that he, Floyd, and Azul snuck to the surface to view when they were younger. Despite your boyfriend's habit of misleading others, you could tell he was fond of those memories. You’d hummed, “that sounds nice, I’d love to see it one day.” You didn’t think it’d be so soon, but who were you to deny an impromptu date night?

Jade yanked you out of your thoughts, “well?” His eyes were brighter in the orangey hue of the sunset. His golden eye slowly hypnotized you as you made up your mind. You hauled yourself over the ship railing, unceremoniously plopping into the little wooden boat. It bobbed for a bit, and Jade lost his balance and fell next to you, while you laughed at him.

Jade merely chuckled, rubbing his elbow and sitting up, setting the oars in place. You sat up, watching Jade row the two of you out and away from the ship into deeper waters. When he finally stopped, you could still see the ship a little ways away, but it was much quieter and tranquil out here.

The sunset had deepened into indigo, and a few bright stars were visible. The sea rocked the boat gently, and Jade’s golden eye glinted at you like a small sun.

You hummed, leaning an elbow on your knee. You looked at him questioningly as he smiled mysteriously at you, the same suave customer service smile he gave when he was intentionally being an elusive piece of work. “Jade, why did you go this far from the ship? I don’t suppose you’d kidnap poor, unfortunate me?”

Jade chuckled, setting the oars down. You expected a teasing remark from him, but to your surprise, he looked sentimental. “Of course not, my pearl,” a sinister gleam shone in his eye, “unless you’d like me to drag you to the depths right now?”

You snorted, leaning back, “sure, just wait ‘til I graduate, ‘shroom boy.” Jade barked out a laugh. You gazed at the sunset, now almost completely dark, save for some light over the ocean horizon. Stars twinkled overhead, and passively you spoke aloud, “I’d never be able to see this back in my world.” At Jade’s quizzical look, you elaborated unhelpfully, albeit wistfully, “light pollution.”

Jade hummed a response, before checking his watch. He smiled to himself, “you’ll be able to see more than that, soon. In three, two…” you opened your mouth, but no sound came out.

Across the ocean, in the same open-sky you’d just been staring at, a bright orange flame shot up with a loud whistle before it burst in a loud pop! and streamed into thousands of ribbons of light. Soon, more flames shot up. The sky was lit in reds, whites, oranges, pinks, purples, blues, and greens, all reflected in the ocean below.

Your thoughts fizzled away as a breathy laugh escaped you, “Jade, this is incredible,” you leaned closer to see. Jade smiled at you tenderly, “yes, it is.”

The sky became darker, and more fireworks launched into the sky, now silver against the dark blue. “It’s beautiful,” you breathed, transfixed, “it’s perfect.”

Jade’s smile turned besotted, staring at you “yes, you are.”

You turned abruptly to him, face growing hot. Jade had a smirk on your face, which made you even more flustered. A loud bang! drew both of your attentions, and a multicolored stream of fire brightened the ocean surface. “Oh, look!” You leaned an arm against the boat’s edge, pointing up. Jade's eyes widened, “(Name), don’t-!”

You yelled as the little boat tipped over, sending you both into the ocean. You clawed for the surface, gasping for air as the boat drifted farther from your grasp. For a moment you panicked at treading water in deep open ocean, when an arm wrapped around your torso.

“You gave me quite the scare, my pearl.” You twisted around. Jade had shifted into his eelmer form, and in the darkness, his teal stripes were glowing with bioluminescence. “If I’d known you wanted to swim, I would’ve given this to you earlier,” Jade chuckled, holding up a small vial filled with liquid. You recognized it immediately.

You splashed him, “you had a water breathing potion this whole time?!” Jade merely laughed, holding you closer. “I do always come prepared, pearl.”

You sighed in fake-annoyance, and settled in his arms. The ocean was still, and the two of you watched the fireworks above, the light shining on your faces. You heard the band on the ship start up again, music and people laughing and stomping on board in dance. You hummed along, leaning your head on Jades. You felt him smile, holding you tighter.

You wrapped your arms around his shoulders, and pressed a kiss to his cheek. “Thank you, Jade,” you pressed your cheeks together, hugging him. “For everything.”

You felt Jade’s chest rumble with laughter, and he softly pressed his lips to yours. The fireworks had started up again, and you could see the light flashes behind your closed eyes. At last, you both pulled away, and you saw Jade’s teeth flash in a grin. “The pleasure is all mine, my lovely pearl.”

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Thanks for reading!! Comments/reblogs are always appreciated~

Take care shrimpies!! 😘

[unkat]

Why is shipping discourse still a thing?

Does it bring joy to say others are stupid for not identifying precisely with a single vision?

"Ugh, [blank] about [ship] annoys me"

Understandable! Makes sense!

"Ugh, anyone who likes [ship] is blind and ruining their experience! why can't they be normal and ship [other ship]?"

Stop! Grab a snack and relax! We are all playing silly games with fictional characters! This comment is mean; one person's vision is not the only valid one, nor should it be! Our differences are beautiful!

Thinking of sending an anonymous message about why someone can't like something fictional?

Pump the brakes! Why are you doing this? Do you think this is going to change someone's mind? Are you angry about their vision? Are you angry for other reasons, for how your day has been? Think how you would feel if you were receiving this! Don't be mean! These are people who love the same media you do and could be your friend, but will be hurt if criticized out of the blue! How wonderful is it that we have shared passions!

The ship is canon/basically canon?

What about the canonicity of a ship makes it better than others? Do you ship people who never get into a relationship, never say they are in love? If not, then it isn't canon or basically canon! It is a ship you love! The place it holds in your heart makes it treasure enough, and anyone who says otherwise needs to take a nap! There is joy to be found from a ship with NO canon support; the value always comes from YOU and YOUR creation, your vision, not from canon. Do you have textual evidence? Thats great! The value still comes from your passion! And that is beautiful!

Do you not like to see the ship?

Be a hater! Block the tag and people who use it, ignore it, exclude it from your ao3 search. No need to explain why you don't want to see it! There are no reasons to endure fruitless suffering nor create it for others!

These characters are not real! But you are real! And the other people in the community are real! And how beautiful is it to be in a community with so many different talents and passions?

[vxperorchist]

Hello, I hope you're well and having a good day. I saw you're taking requests so I was wondering if I could ask for kazuha x fem reader angst? Like reader asks for a break up because she never felt good enough for him and the gossip of other people telling her she's too ugly and pathetic to be with someone like kazuha brings her to the realization that she's holding him back from being with a beautiful and perfect woman like lumine that he deserves to have so she wants to set him free?

Sooo this is a stupid request but ty if u feel up to writing it.

p.s I love your writing.

Ahhh thank you so much for requesting! This request is not stupid at all, and I love the way you're thinking! Plus, I'm also a big Kazuha lover so who am I to say no to writing for him.... I originally wanted to make this a happy ending of some sort but then i was like no i want to keep it sad, so I kinda made it both. It can be interpreted by the reader 😉. (Forgive me if this is not very good, I don't write angst very often, but I am always so down to attempt it)

Unfit for you. (Kazuha x Fem! Reader)

Warnings: Being insulted, no serious warnings.

Genre: Angst

From the beginning, you realized what you were getting yourself in to, you just didn't realize it would be this messy.

Kazuha was known in various places, who couldn't know him? He was everywhere at once, whether it was physically or tapping in through the wind, a bit of him remained everywhere, and he took a little bit of everywhere with him.

When the two of you met, you clicked immediately. Wherever he went, you followed. Wherever you went, he followed closely behind as well.

With that travelling, you learned his and shared his experiences. He had his fair share of getting hit on, but can you really blame them? He'd brush it off, ignoring or politely turning girls down, but you couldn't help but feel a twinge of jealolousy.

It's not that he made you feel insecure in a relationship, it's the fact that you felt like you were holding him back. You had voiced your concerns plenty of times, and he reassured you each time that you were more than enough for him.

With each lingering glare every young girl gave him, you started to believe him less and less. He was strong, talented, and free. He was everything everyone wanted, including you.

He couldn't help but be kind and gentle to everyone who came along, it was something you adored about him so much. Lumine had been present in both of your lives for a time, you would occasionally see her around, but she never stayed for long. She was so similar to Kazuha.

You felt a twist in your stomach as she greeted Kazuha as you stood to the side. "Kazuha!" Paimon greeted enthusiastically, hovering circles around her travelling companion. "Hello there, you two, it's been a while since we've last met." He greeted in return, giving a friendly smile to the two of them.

You zoned out of their conversation; it was for your own good and sanity. Lumine left after a few hours of staying in the area. You didn't have a clue what she was there for, and you didn't really have the curiosity to know.

Kazuha came back to you after the day, laying in your shared bed with you. This was the best part of each day, coming back to him and letting all your problems drift away.

He held you in his arms, but the problems didn't drift away with sleep this time. This time, it lingered.

You awoke, and he was gone once more. You decided to help along the ship today, as later today was departure day. You greeted Beidou, helping pack things up and shoving them into the corresponding compartments.

"Y/n, you been hearin the rumors recently?" You turned your head to the captain. "Huh?" You didn't indulge in the drama of the nation you were staying in; it was always temporary. You didn't care nearly enough to worry about who said what, or who fought who in the nation. You wouldn't remember these people in week.

That was until you would always remember them. "Apparently Kazuha's popular amongst the cities here, everybody's talking about him. I even heard he was single through one rumor, so I wanted to check in on you."

You frowned. You thanked Beidou for telling her and reassured her that the two of you were indeed still together and happy.

He was happy at least. You felt yourself shattering with every rumor. You heard more and more about it as you were packing up. Another member of the crew told you about stuff she heard in the city. She told you that she overheard a group of girls talking about "Kazuha's girl" and how she was unattractive amongst the culture there.

It was starting to hit you now, every new nation came with new rumors, new discussion, more hate towards you. You who did nothing to the people there.

What could you do differently? Your clothes? Your hair? How you presented yourself?

"Kazuha, talk to me please." You paused him as he was walking off the ship, into the next nation you had touched port in.

"What seems to be the issue?" He watched you with the same gentle eyes he always looked at you with.

"We've barely talked. People think we aren't dating anymore."

"Really? Thats quite an assumption people make about us without knowing anything." He dismissed the idea entirely.

You gave up on the idea of trying to bring up the rumors to him, and how much it was affecting you. You knew he loved you, but he wouldn't address this idea. It was simply his mindset, an unshakeable mindset.

He thought the rumors meant nothing, however he wasn't the target of the gossip. Even then, he thought the rumors shouldn't effect you, because he loved you.

After months of putting up with new rumors and new insults thrown at you, you decided to bring it up to Kazuha one last time. You wouldn't beg or ask him any longer to change, because he shouldn't have to change for you. You loved him for him, and wanted him to prosper with someone who wouldn't need him to change. Someone who was more similar to him, someone like Lumine.

You had went into the city this time with him. He didn't ask you to, but you felt this was the best time to let him down.

You stopped at a bridge to overlook some water, you told him each rumor and insult that had been thrown at you as of the last few months. He did nothing but listen, something he was so good at.

You told him you wanted to let him go. He was free in all other aspects, except romantically. Romantically, he was tied down to you.

"Kazuha, I won't keep you. You are someone who prides himself on freedom, and I'm the only one holding you back from that. You deserve more, you deserve better than me. Someone who travels like you, someone who seeks the thrill and wind like you do. I can't offer those things, and I won't make you change so I can understand you."

You let your fingertips fall from his hand, offering him a last gentle smile.

"If I didn't want anything tying me down, I would have cut the rope that ties me a long time ago. Every wanderer needs a place they can come back to no matter where they are, and you were that place for me."

The wind picked up between you two and he brushed the side of your arm with his tainted hands.

[therawrliveson]

Some 9-1-1 thoughts I need to get down.

I know Buddie shippers are relentlessly positive that their ship will be canon one day and I respect it. But I have been active in fandom since I was 13 (almost late 20s now) and I’ve never seen a fandom be so obnoxious about it?? Every tweet is “when buddie becomes canon” “they’re clearly making buddie canon” “it’s not if it’s when” and it’s so incredibly off putting.

All media is up for interpretation, and they’re choosing to interpret any moments no matter how small as “Buck and Eddie are in love with each other” and I’m not going to ick their yum but… that’s their interpretation. And when you get people saying “actually ive never shipped this and always thought they were just friends and it’s a meaningful story to me still” and buddie shippers (BoBs mostly) scream at them that they’re wrong it’s just… too much. Because clearly this interpretation exists, and telling people they’re wrong is just incorrect.

This isn’t even about bucktommy at this point, it’s just about people wearing buddie goggles and refusing to hear what other people are saying and assuming their word is law because the “majority” of the fandom ships something… online… where they’ve placed themselves surrounded by other people who share the same viewpoint and block or do not engage with anyone who shares an opposing opinion.

Buddie may never become canon, and no one should be watching the show assuming that they do because all they’re doing is disappointing themselves and queerbaiting themselves and accusing the network of ship baiting them when Buck and Eddie are friends and they should be allowed to interact and be shown to interact without the screaming that buddie shippers were tricked into viewing.

And while I’m here I just wanna say the “we have platonic male friendships they aren’t special, making them canon would be way more important” argument I keep seeing is not the right take in my opinion. They aren’t just two dudes being bros. Buck is coparenting eddies literal child. I don’t know about y’all but I’ve never seen that dynamic ever? Platonic male friendships may not be “special” to some people but they’re important to show and this particular friendship goes deeper than nights playing games and drinking beer and chatting about women. They’re two men, who even in romantic relationships, have each others backs. They don’t bail last minute on each other for their partners, and Buck is still a present person in Christopher’s life. It’s just wild that some people think this complex but beautiful and meaningful relationship that currently exists on screen is not enough.

This is incoherent at best because many thoughts and not enough time in the world. Might get someone yelling at me over this but who knows.

[schmico-fanatic]

Random musings I wanted to share with my fellow Buck x Tommy stans. Read and humour me, please. 😉

So being in this 9-1-1 ship war is kinda making me feel like we are in the film 'My Best Friend's Wedding.' Here's my analysis of the movie and how it is relevant to the whole Buck-Tommy-Eddie conflict in the fandom:

Julia Roberts' character Jules represents the B*ddies, Cameron Diaz's character Kimmy represents us Bucktommies, and the hero Michael represents Buck who is caught in the middle of it all.

So in the movie, Jules (B*ddies) tries every trick in the book to sabotage Kimmy (Bucktommies) and split her and Michael (Buck) up. But all her desperate attempts are ultimately in vain, because Michael truly loves Kimmy, and the film ends on a happy and positive note with Michael and Kimmy getting married and Michael and Jules staying best friends (or should I say buddies, pun totally intended 💀) as they always were.

You know where I am going with this rambling right? (Also, please watch the movie if you haven't. 😁) Below are a few noteworthy points and takeaways from the film:

• Kimmy came later in Michael's life, but there was practically nothing to hate about her and there was no denying that she was great for him. So, even though Jules thought Michael was rightfully hers because she had been a part of his life much longer and tried to paint Kimmy as the villain, she failed because Kimmy was never the bad guy in the story as she was hell bent on making her out to be.

[Takeaway: Finding your true love in someone doesn't always need a long history of acquaintance or friendship with that person. Also, the new person doesn't automatically become the wrong choice for endgame because of the lack of said history. Neither is the BFF entitled to your romantic affections just because you've been too close for too long. Platonic soulmates can be a thing too.]

• Kimmy never tried to undermine Jules' significance in Michael's life as his best friend. Even though Kimmy and Michael got their happy endgame, the film didn't dismiss the importance of Jules and Michael's friendship.

[Takeaway: Buck's thriving romance with Tommy is not a threat to his friendship with Eddie and vice versa. Both relationships are different and are beautiful in their own ways. In fact, Buck and Tommy's love story began with Tommy clarifying that he understood his deep bond with Eddie and so he never intended to get in between that.]

So, my point is, Buck x Tommy being endgame is never going to reduce the significance of Buck and Eddie's friendship. It will always be important because it is beautiful, and if the Tevan romance is hampering certain people's enjoyment of B*ddie, that is because they can't look past their desperate want of a romantic/sexual relationship between those friends. They themselves are sending out the message that Buck and Eddie's friendship has zero value if it doesn't end in a romance, that the multiple years/seasons of developing a strong bond between those two is useless if they don't eventually fuck.

The difference between us Tevan stans and those B*ddie truthers is that we accept and acknowledge how important Eddie will always be to Buck even if he falls in love with Tommy, whereas the BoBs so badly want to believe that Tommy is a villain because he is the cockblock to their delusions (pardon my language). If Buck-Eddie's friendship in and of itself genuinely mattered to them, Tommy's arrival would never have ruffled their feathers. So they can whine and cry foul all they want, but nothing is going to change the fact that Buck x Tommy is as beautiful and important a romance as Buck x Eddie is as a friendship on the show, just as the message in the movie depicts.

To conclude, I have faith that Tevan will keep rising and flourishing and winning over all the stupid hate! Hope you'll enjoyed my little piece of romcom-inspired wisdom!

[antianakin]

Hey what’s your opinion on Jedi x Clone ships?

Given that I've got an entire fic rec list for Codywan fics that still gets passed around every so often, it can't come as a surprise that I like Jedi x Clone ships.

I know why people dislike them, I understand that the inherent power imbalance (especially if the story is set during the Clone Wars and not post war either canon compliant or fix-it AU) is a sticking point for certain people and that's fine. I just don't share that discomfort.

I love the inherent tragedy of the relationship between the Jedi and the clones. I love the way they are each other's saviors and each other's inevitable doom. I love the ways they come to rely on each other and trust each other in ways they can't with anybody else. I love the ways that they end up so similar in their values despite how differently they were raised and taught. I love the way those values bring them together and create a stronger bond than any of them probably anticipated. I love the angst that comes with the post-Order 66 scenarios where they have to figure out how to deal with all of the feelings of betrayal and guilt on both sides. I love how that history both hurts and heals sometimes.

My love for the more general Jedi and clone relationships allows me to find the romantic Jedi x clone ships really compelling because it takes all of those elements I love and adds in a different intimate perspective to have to view it all through. How does the addition of a romance change that relationship? Does it help or hurt in the long run? Would it work if there wasn't a war keeping them connected already? Is there an expectation of something "more" later on or is it just two people trying to find comfort any way they can? How DO they deal with the problem of power in the relationship? How does this impact their relationships with other Jedi and clones?

Both groups sort-of view each other a little homogenously a first. The clones have no way of knowing the Jedi as individuals and are taught to just obey all Jedi equally regardless of who they are. The Jedi are introduced to the clones as a mass and only get to know them better after they have to take over leadership of them. The realization that the other group is, in fact, not quite what they might have thought is SUCH a cool thing to explore. The relationship building FROM that realization that actually these people are so much more like them than they thought and that similarity creating a connection just tugs at my heartstrings. I love the growth from the Jedi maybe seeing that the clones need more guidance, more teaching, to the clones finding their own footing and ending up more of an equal to the Jedi specifically BECAUSE of their relationship with the Jedi showing them they can be.

I just find it beautiful. There is beauty in tragedy, and the Jedi/clone dynamic, romantic or otherwise, is the perfect example of it to me.

[vintagetvstars]

Eliza Dushku Vs. Lucy Lawless

Propaganda

Eliza Dushku - (Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Tru Calling) - Eliza Dushku as Faith in Buffy the vampire slayer was one of my biggest crushes as a kid! And buffy/faith was my first ever ship! She just had this magnetism to her - i couldn't take my eyes off of her. Such a beautiful woman.

Lucy Lawless - (Xena: Warrior Princess) - Lucy Lawless as Xena walks, runs, fights, kicks, rides, etc. with 100% confidence at all times and it’s amazing to see every time. The show, since it aired in the 90s, was limited in how explicit they could make the Xena/Gabrielle relationship, and by limited, I mean they used every piece of subtext available to show how in love those two women were and still get the show on the air.

Master Poll List of the Hot Vintage TV Ladies Bracket

Additional propaganda below the cut

Eliza Dushku:

Lucy Lawless:

[kissesfrombangtanatnight]

My Man: Jey Uso

Jey. The frost on the window grew as the night sky was tucked into a dark grey cloud. You think back to the weatherman stating the forecast for this weekend: nothing but cold air dropping down to the low twenties. Usually, you were more of a spring person, but this cold weather was rubbing off on you. It was perfect. Perfect for cuddles, hot chocolate, sweaters, beanies, boots, and beautiful fall colors. A smile plastered onto your face as you stir the soup in the pot. You thought about who you'd be cuddling with, keeping you warm on these cold nights. Joshua Fatu is your amazing boyfriend that you've been with for three years now. 

You met him at a friend's family gathering, and you two hit it off pretty well. Since that day three years ago, you two have been inseparable. You can honestly say you were in love with this man. As cliché as it sounds, he wasn't like the other men, not that there were many. You can count on one hand the men you've ever given a chance; that's how serious you were about protecting your peace, and by protecting your peace, you were protecting your heart. 

Sometimes, you think back and laugh at the time men did the bare minimum and were expecting to get in between your legs. One guy had the nerve to think he was going to trap you into a situation ship, you turned him down immediately. You were about to give up on love because, honestly, the dating pool was looking shallow. Nowadays, everyone wants to be in situation ships, "Let's see where it goes," and "I'm not looking for anything serious, but I am into you." You didn't have time for that bullshit. If a man wasn't approaching you to settle down and build a future with you, he had no future. Not even friends. No, you weren't one of those hardcore women; you didn't mind being submissive to a man. Submission wasn't the issue; it was men thinking they could get away with the bare minimum, be manipulative, and still have a "yes woman." Sometimes, you honestly think some men hate women; they can't date their homeboys, so they settle. You had one call you every name in the book because you told him to let his homeboy stick his tip in since he hates women so much. You still laugh about that to this day. 

But back to your man, you do love this man—that 6'2, brown-skinned, tattoo-covered man of yours. Baby, when I say he walked into this relationship ready, I mean he was ready. He told you immediately that you would be his wife one day, and you believed him. You feel a special connection with him. No trying to use you or neglect you. Just a grown man, on his mature man shit. Not only did he love you, but he loved being around and caring for you and vice versa. In a generation of people who can replace you and throw you to the side like dust, you will cherish your man who stays, communicates his needs, and is willing to work things out. Not only did he communicate his needs, he created a safe space for you to do the same. Additionally, he listened, comprehended, and never invalidated you. And you shared the responsibilities around the house because he didn't just assume them as yours only. A man like that you would submit to and let him lead because he knows how to be a leader. 

The type of man to drop money in your account, no questions asked. The type to pop up at your job with flowers and lunch. The type to spoil you and make sure you never go without. The type to give emotional, physical, and financial support without feeling like you have to beg for it. The type to be intimate in more than just sex. Respected your "no" and never tried to manipulate. Although with you, you were always up for some love-making with Joshua. You didn't have to ask him to go deep because he knew how you liked it. You didn't have to force an orgasm because he'd have you cumming in more ways than one. You wanted to be fucked? He'd have you bent over the counter, and he gave you the best back shots. Wanted it nice and slow? He'd have your body rocking like a gentle wave as he made love to you. 

You weren't just addicted to the physical aspect of sex, but rather to him. One touch from him electrified every nerve in your body. So it wasn't just sex; it was the true bond and expression of love for one another. He knew how to make your body react on command. His aura. Everything about him screamed maturity and love. The way your legs shook as he talked you through your orgasm had you throbbing at the night, potentially ending like that. 

You honestly weren't asking for much, just to be loved and treated with love, loyalty, and respect, and you'd do the same. When your friends would shit on their men and complain, you didn't dare open your mouth. No, your man isn't perfect, but you sure weren't about to be dogging him in front of other people, especially women. The same ones encouraging you to leave your significant others will be those trying to get in their bed when you all are done. Besides you don't like people in your business anyway.

Simply put, that was your man. 

You're zoned out as you stir the pot of lasagna soup that you almost don't hear his footsteps as he jogs down the stairs from your bedroom. You suddenly feel his presence behind you as you take in his subtle scent. Momentarily, you close your eyes and allow his scent to fill your nose. So soft, creamy, and seductive. He wraps his strong arms around you and pulls your back onto his front. He places a spine-tingling kiss on the most sensitive part of your neck. His gold chain leaves a chill on your neck as well.  

"Mmm, hey baby, it smells good in here." 

"Thank you, baby; I'm making lasagna soup, garlic bread, and a Caesar salad." You weren't the best cook, but you loved experimenting in the kitchen, and for the most part, you weren't terrible. 

"Sounds good, I'll get the wine and set the table." 

"Okay, baby, thank you." He grabs your chin, turns your face to his, and gently kisses your lips. One that has you molding into his body with ease. Just as quick as the kiss came, it left as he pulled away, and you were already missing his lips. "One more." You damn near beg. He licks his lips with a knowing smirk as he pats your hip. 

"One more, and we won't be making it to dinner. I'll go set the table now." He says, pulling away. Shaking your head, you return to your pot with an unwavering smile. 

My man. 

[ladyluscinia]

Anyway if I really wanted to throw some stones in these glass houses I'd ask where the beautiful canon yuri ship advancing us beyond the era of barbarous queerbait - the one that got officially married in their blessed canon - is keeping their official kissing gifs.

They have those, right? One of the perks of being real canon and married (since Destiel canon doesn't count).

...oh.

Oh?!?

You mean they didn't show an official canon kiss on screen despite making it super blatant that there was a non-platonic relationship going on here??? And then the anime studio after making it super gay by doing a political marriage plot from ep 1 tried to walk it back to being "open to interpretation" by downplaying the relationship in the final episodes and editing out parts of interviews that said they were married post-canon?????? As in your fandom had a brief QUEERBAITING SCANDAL due to NETWORK CENSORSHIP?????????

[iwanttobeacheesecake]

Trimax spoilers:

I absolutely love it when Vash says 'we' as if Razlo were his own enemy too. As if Wolfwood's fight were his too. And its not even about his typical nosing his way in others' business, to protect others like Rem taught him . For just once he selfishly wanted to help and save his FRIEND, instead of strangers.

And Wolfwood getting so outraged for Vash's sake after Leonof toys with him

Vash almost naturally bringing out Wolfwood's protective instincts. For Wolfwood, the level headed, pragmatic, realist to Vash's rash, passionate, idealist, to lose his cool just like that.

[maskofnova]

Hi chat, breaking the sonic chain to post a singular homestuck post because ive been thinking about moirail dynamics a lot. Don't follow me for homestuck though probably because this is the only one thats likely to break containment aside from maybe one other WIP in the future. Or do! I'm not your dad :]

[feyreswaterybowels]

⟡ Princess of Dreams ⟡

# 1 Lucien x Rhys!Sister

⟡Part 1⟡Part 2⟡Part 3⟡

Word Count: 3k

Summary: Centuries ago Rhys’ youngest sister was kidnapped by the High Lord of Spring instead of kill like their mother and sister. The high lord had wards placed on his court so she was unable to leave. Rhys has believed her to be dead this whole time. What happens when Feyre finds out who she is and swears to take her home.

Warnings/Tag: Takes place during ACOWAR. Implied past sexual assault. Fluffy romance. Feyre being besties with Rhy’s sister. Pet names (pretty girl, sweet girl, Princess (her title)

Authors Note: All likes, comments and reblogs are welcome, appreciated and encouraged. Let me know if you’d like to be added to the tag list for part 2! Bold italics are mental communication regular italics are inner thoughts.

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I know who you are.

I don’t know what you’re talking about, Feyre—

You’re Rhys' sister. He told me all about you while I was there. I…I have a plan. I’ll take you back with me when I go. I’ll take you home.

The hushed conversation with Feyre played on repeat in my head for days. She had trusted me enough to tell me she wasn’t really here for Tamlin, that it was a plot, a plan and she was going back to the Night Court. Back to Velaris and she was taking me with her—she was taking me home.

Home.

There was only one problem. Just one. The male lying in my bed. I turn away from the window to gaze at him lying there naked, golden skin glowing in the moonlight. A crown of red splayed around his head. Grooves and planes of lean muscles on display. Arms folded behind his head.

Gods, he’s beautiful.

I had yet to tell him of Feyre’s plan. I believed he wouldn’t tell Tamlin but at the same time…I wasn’t sure how safe his mind was with two other daemanti in the house. I could only protect his mind when I was with him. Plus, Tamlin was his best friend. His High Lord. If he knew of Feyre’s plan to leave…and everything else she told me and Tamlin found out, we could both be locked away again. Not only that, but if he found out Lucien knew? That couldn’t happen. I wouldn’t let harm come to either of them.

I took in a deep breath, walking over to the bed, tucking my wings as I slowly crawled up that perfect body. Dipping my head and trailing my lips over that patch of hair that went down, down, down, breathing in the scent of him. Mm.

“And what exactly are you doing?” That deep voice rumbled. I looked up, a sly grin across his face, metal eye glowing in the dark as he took in the sight of me between high thighs as I licked my bottom lip.

“Who? Me?” I asked, sliding a hand up his thigh to grasp him in my hand, stroking him once.

“Yes you, Princess” He laughs, grabbing and pulling me up the bed, kissing me as he rolls us over. I can feel him hard and heavy between my legs and it makes me moan.

“Lucien,” His name falls from my lips as he presses our bodies together. “Don’t tease, I want you.”

“Don’t tease?” He scoffs, “Says the one who was about to wake me up with a pretty little mouth.”

His grin is feral and I can’t help but return it.

“Come on,” I spread my legs wider, letting him feel the wetness there, “I know you want it.”

“And she calls me the tease,” He mocks under his breath before kissing me, tongue sliding into my mouth.

My fingers tangle in those long fire locks. I moan when I feel the heat radiating from his body, I love when he does that. The heat always feels so good against my sensitive skin.

He grins at me again, pushing up onto his knees, towering over me. He grabs my thighs, spreading them out and looking over me and I let him. I always loved the way he looks at me, his beautiful scarred face showing every ounce of emotion he feels.

He reaches between his thigh, wrapping a strong fist around himself and I watch stroke for stroke as he watches me. I tug on that bond between us, watching as it seemingly tugs him closer though I know it was his own doing.

“So, beautiful, all laid out for me,” He groans and I open myself further for him. Stretching my wings out across the bed, arms above my head, legs still spread wide but using a foot to rub over his calf.

That does it for him. He swoops down, grabbing me around the waist to yank my hips up, lining himself up and filling me. I cry out his name, arching into that fullness, into that glorious stretch.

We move together heat and passion. It’s rough and loving and he’s got me falling over the edge in minutes. Then again. And again. He’d always been so good at getting me there. Doing everything to make sure I was pleasured properly.

Tonight was no different as he leans over me, slow, firm thrusts hitting exactly where I needed it as he mouthed at my wing, tongue tracing through the grooves, and one hand wrapped around my wrists above my head to hold me in place.

“Say my name, pretty girl” he says, heated kisses on my wing.

“Lucien,”

“Louder,” he growls.

“Lucien!”

“I want the whole house to hear you, sweet girl.” His tongue laves over a particularly sensitive spot and I’m gone again. Gushing over him and moaning his name loud enough that the whole house definitely heard it.

It’s not long after that his thrusts are slowing. He lets go of my hands so I can touch him, he always liked having my touch when he came. I grinned into our kiss as my hands ran over his body. His panting moans turning into grunted growls. He was so sexy like this. Covering me fully, hair falling around his face, teeth bared.

I reached up pushing his hair behind those pointed ears, thumb tracing over part of his scar before pulling him into a kiss that was more tongue than anything.

“Fuck, just like that, baby,” I moaned into his mouth. “You’re gonna make me cum again. Make me feel so good!”

“Yeah? Gonna cum in that pussy for you, pretty girl, then I'm gonna eat it out.”

That’s what did it for me, I tightened around him. He follows me over the edge a few thrust later with a growl of my name.

Then he’s slipping from my body and sliding down, kissing a trail to my centre, keeping true to his promise.

“Fuck,” He groaned, coming back up, sliding his tongue into my mouth to let me taste myself. Kissing me slow and sloppy. “So perfect. My pretty, perfect mate.”

Despite what we’d just done I blush at his words.

“My sweet handsome mate,” I whisper back, tumbing at the bottom of his scar again before wrapping my arms around his neck.

He holds me tight, arms wrapping around me as we catch our breath. I tuck my face into the crook of his neck breathing in his scent—organic, earthy and sweet. Perfect.

My eyes welled up when thoughts of leaving weave through my brain. This was my mate, I had built a life here with him. But I had been trapped in this house for so long that it wasn’t really life. I wanted to go home to Velaris. To my brother and our family. I could try to convince Lucien to go but that could put him in danger. I had almost lost him under the mountain, I could t go through that again. If I left first I could always seek him out later but to stay here when I had the opportunity to finally go home, when I had Feyre telling me she could break the wards binding me here. I couldn’t turn that down.

“My love, what’s wrong?” Lucien asks, pulling back to look at me. Our eyes meet as he wipes away my tears. “Talk to me.”

I sniffled. I felt like it was now or never. I either told him now or he would find out when I leave. I couldn’t do that to him though. It would break his heart to wake up one day and find me gone.

“Please, tell me what’s wrong,” He said, petting my hair.

“I don’t know if I can say it out loud,” I tell him, our eyes meeting.

“That’s okay, Princess” Lucien nods his head, concern written all over his face.

“You can’t tell Tamlin,” The crease between his brow deepens. “You can’t tell him, Lucien, please. Promise me.”

He watches me for a moment, confused and concerned but he nods. “I promise. I won’t tell him.”

“Feyre and Rhys’ bond wasn’t actually broken that day with Hybern. She’s has a plan to go back. She…she said she can break the wards that hold me here so I can— I can finally go home,” I tell him, his eyes widen but he doesn’t look entirely shocked at what I’ve told him.

“And I’m assuming you have the intention of going with her?” He asks, sadness tinged the words and the bond.

“I have to, Lucien. I haven’t seen Rhys in centuries. Centuries. And he thought I was dead the entire time until recently. I need to go home, I need to see him and the rest of our family,” I cried, hot tears sliding down my face. He grabs me, pulling me up and holding me. Stroking my hair and shushing me softly.

“You should go, Princess. You should go home,” He says, kissing my head. I pull back to look at him, searching his face.

“Come with me,” I whisper, grabbing his face. “You can come. You would love Velaris—”

“I can’t,” he cuts me of gently, stroking his knuckles down my cheek. “Not that I don’t want to. Fuck, it hurts just thinking about you being away from me but if the three of us disappear? Tamlin will flip shit.”

“And he won’t be able to get to us in Velaris,” I tell him, grabbing the hand caressing my cheek and holding it tightly. “We would be safe there, Lucien. We could have a life together, a real one. Our own place by the river I showed you. A proper mating ceremony. We’ve been talking about kids for a decade. We could happily and safely have them there.”

“I don’t know…” Lucien shakes his head and I can see the water lining his eye.

“Me and you, Lu. That’s what we always said. Me and you—”

“Always.” Lucien nodded, looking over my face. Taking in every detail like he was trying to remember what I looked like before I was even gone. “What if you go with Feyre and I come later? You have to go now, you’re right you can’t pass up this opportunity to go home. I understand that. But you can come back for me, right? I could help keep Tamlin away…for some time anyway.”

My tears break loose then as I sob against his neck.

“I know it’s the best option but I don’t want to leave you,” I cried, clinging to him as he pulled me into his lap, letting my wings cocoon around us.

“Sh, it’s gonna be okay, my love.” I feel his tears on my neck and my heart breaks.

It was right but it felt so wrong.

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“So you’re joining us after all?” comes Tamlins snarky comment as soon as I walk out of the manor. I roll my eyes, fluffing the ugly powder blue dress.

“Unfortunately,” I rolled my eyes at him, it was too early for his shit, but still smiled at Lucien when his arm wrapped around my waist, careful of my wings.

“You can stay here,” Tamlin retorted with an eye roll of his own. “That would be preferable.”

“Well my mate asked me to attend. As did my friend, even if you wish Feyre wasn’t my friend,” I sneered at him with a wicked grin.

“I would never say that,” Tamlin returned the sneer, baring his teeth at me.

“Play nice, Princess,” Lucien purrs through the bond.

“Not out loud anyway,” I gave a sweet smile. “You look beautiful,” I said, hugging Feyre and kissing her cheek before pulling Lucien away to our horses.

Lucien helped me onto my horse, a gorgeous black mare, her coat shining even in the darkness of morning—a gift from Lucien after I accepted the mating bond. I looked down at him with a smile, running my hand through his hair.

“You’re lucky I love you, I really don’t want to deal with Ianthe’s shit today,” I said, situating myself in the saddle.

“Ianthe’s shit is exactly why I asked you to come,” Lucien said, grabbing my hand and kissing the back of it. “I appreciate you coming anyway, your presence will make it much more tolerable for me.”

“Yeah, I know, come on, let's get this over with,” I said, urging him to his own horse. “I’m ready to get today over with so I can get drunk and dance with you under the stars.”

Ugh, he looks so good. I thought as his head dropped back with a laugh before mounting his horse, dressed in autumn colors he stood out perfectly from everyone else wearing the hideously bright spring court colors. I’d be covered head to toe in Night Court black if it was allowed. I’d have loved to see the look on Ianthe’s face if I had shown up today in all black.

We set off soon after everyone had mounted their horses and there were already hundreds of fae crowded atop the hill when we arrived. I fought the urge to bare my teeth when I saw Ianthe’s gaze lingering on my mate as he dismounted his horse and strided to mine.

“Ignore it. She’s not worth your jealousy,” Lucien said as he reached for my hand, helping me from the saddle.

“I’m not jealous. I’m protective. I don’t like the way she looks at you,” I say, running my hands over the collar of his jacket. “Like she’ll drag you away to have her way with you whether you like it or not.”

“That’ll never happen, my love.”

“Damn right it won’t, I’d break her hands if she ever touches you,” I huff, as a feline smile crosses his lips.

“You’re sexy when you’re possessive,” He said, leaning down to kiss me, first my lips then my forehead before extending his arm to me to hold onto.

“You better make this up to me later,” I grumble, as I would much rather be back at the estate hiding in my room.

“Oh, I will make it up to you, sweet girl,” Lucien promised, leaning down to whisper in my ear, “slowly, with my tongue. Over and over.”

My body flushed knowing exactly how good he is with that wicked tongue. His gaze turns heated knowing exactly what I was thinking, feeling exactly what I was feeling.

“Lucien,” Tamlin calls from where he and Feyre are standing. I glance at those full lips one last time before he’s gently pulling me, guiding me away from our partially secluded spot. .

Jurian is at my other side suddenly walking with us as we trail behind Tamlin and Feyre—also linked by the arms and the Hybern Royals. I had seen the gleam in Feyre’s eye before she turned away, like a wolf getting ready to play with its prey. It made me giddy inside.

I couldn’t wait to witness her revenge.

We stopped walking when Tamlin and Feyre did, reaching Ianthe at her stupid altar as she offered them a singular nod of head. The Hybern twins shifted impatiently, Brannagh had made comments the night before how they didn’t bother with such things in Hybern—practically implying that soon we wouldn’t be bothering with it either. Smug little bitch.

“A blessed solstice to us all,” Ianthe called out to everyone around and I don’t roll my eyes the way I want to.

I stood there through an endless string of prayers and rituals, acolytes pouring sacred wine and the blessing of harvest goods. A lovely, rehearsed little number. Lucien was practically falling asleep between Feyre and I.

Ianthe lifted her wine and intoned “As the light is strongest today, let it drive out unwanted darkness. Let it banish the black stain of evil.” I sneered at her, I knew those words were directed at me. My brother. Feyre. Our home.

“She’s lucky my wine doesn’t end up in her pretty face,” I silently told Feyre, watching her expertly hide her grin with the wine chalice—her silent agreement.

“Would Princess Brannagh and Prince Dagdan do us the honor of imbibing this blessed wine?”

I shared a look with Feyre as the twins frowned at one another—the crowd murmuring behind us. But Feyre stepped aside, smiling a pretty smile and gesturing to the alter for the royals.

“Drink and let our new allies become friends,” Ianthe declared before they could refuse. “Drink and wash away the endless night of the year.”

The two daemanti surveyed their cups, most likely searching for any hint of poison. Feyre kept that smile on her face, I couldn’t extend that same faux courtesy when the prince looked my way. I didn’t care enough to put on the facade.

They each barely sipped the wine before trying to step away from the altar. Ianthe cooed at them like children, insisting they stay at the altar with her, to experience the ceremony at her side.

“I’m bored, Luc,” I grumbled to Lucien through the bond as Ianthe continued on with her praises and rituals. Eyes finding Lucien every now and then, looking away when I send her a death glare—lucky she doesn’t know who I really am.

“I’ll be over soon,” Lucien chuckles, pulling me into his side with an arm around my waist.

Finally, Tamlin was summoned over to light the candle for the souls lost this past year. This part bored me too. Those souls were gone; they didn’t need a candle lit to bring them back to the light. But just as I was starting to lose my patients the sky was finally filling with streaks of pink as Jurian was called forward to recite a prayer as well.

It left only Lucien and I standing with Feyre in the circle of grass, the altar and horizon in front of us and the crowd behind us. The look on Lucien’s face drew my attention as he scanned the area and I could help the crack of a smile when I noticed something out of place. A miniscule little detail no one else seemed to notice—except maybe now my mate.

I watched as Ianthe stepped toward the hill’s edge, her golden hair tumbling freely down her back as she lifted her arms to the sky. The chosen spot was intentional. Only that marker that told her where to stand wasn’t in the spot it had been in when we first arrived.

Golden rays of sunlight finally broke over the horizon. Light filled the world clear and strong. The murmurs started through the crowd. Cries of a name, not Ianthe’s but Feyre’s.

That gorgeous light had not filled and surrounded Ianthe but Feyre.

Ianthe seemed to be the last to notice, to see the sun was not blessing her but Feyre.

She glowed so brightly, brighter than what seemed natural for this occasion but I didn’t care to question why. She was beautiful—shining as if she were the star that hung above Ramiel.

“Curse breaker,” some murmured.

“Blessed,” others whispered.

Feyre's face was one of surprise and acceptance, though I knew it wasn’t genuine, those around us wouldn’t read it that way. They would only see what she allowed them too. The shock and bafflement of Tamlin and the Hybern twin’s faces was ever satisfying.

But Feyre didn’t look at them. She turned to Lucien and I, her light radiating so bright it was almost hard to keep that eye contact. A friend looking to another for help. She reached a hand to Lucien then to me.

I knew Ianthe had to be losing her shit behind us but I was too enchanted by my brother's mate. Yes, this was all a show, but Feyre was special.

I took her hand, watching Lucien do the same. Then we shared a look, lowering down to one knee, pressing her knuckles to our brow. I knew the crowd behind us had followed suit.

I had never kneeled for a high lord of the Spring Court. I was Princess of the Night Court. Heir of Velaris. Princess of Dreams. I knelt for no one—certainly not for anyone of the Spring Court. Not now, not ever.

I was not kneeling before Lady Feyre. Or Feyre Cursebreaker. I was kneeling for Feyre High Lady of the Night Court. Feyre that led Prythian from tyranny and darkness. Feyre that saved my mate and thousands of others under the mountain.

“My high lady,” I declared to her. The only person besides my brother I’d ever sworn fealty to.

I looked up at Feyre, our eyes meeting before she looked to Ianthe, smiling a sweet smile, one that transformed to show a bit of that wolf hiding beneath.

[ericacherrys-blog]

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