#this is so tooth rotteningly sweet

[youraveragebtsstan]

Call Me Psychic, Cause I Called It: Lets Discuss 911 S7E6

First of all, what an amazing episode. I like that it was very Chimney centered for change and we got a little more insight on Kevin- which was long over due. I also enjoyed the little peak into Chimney's mind seeing as to how Doug acted as the little devil on his shoulder this episode, unexpected yet so fitting.

The bachelor party was absolutely nuts! Buck and Eddie need to be supervised at all times, I swear. The fact that they couldn't agree on who was Crockett and who was Tubbs is actually insane. And whoever in the wardrobe department decided to have Eddie walking around shirtless for the first few minutes deserves a raise.

Now on to the main event (of my heart, that is)- Buck and Tommy.

Buck telling Tommy to "be safe" when going to start his shift is so tooth rotteningly sweet. Their domestic already and I LOVE it. Plus, that kiss in the hospital entrance GAGGED THE FUCK OUT OF ME. I was half ass joking when I said I really wanted Tommy to show up to the wedding looking absolutely amazing and Buck thirsting over him hard but this...THIS WAS PERFECTION.

I mean it was everything: Tommy walking through the hospital doors covered in soot and smelling like smoke, yet Buck just couldn't help himself. He needed a taste- and a taste is what he was served... When I tell y'all I SCREAMED, bitch I yelped.

Tim Minear continues to raise the bar for ABC, while simultaneously gagging the FOX girlies and homophobes. I stan a queen who's knows her worth, I do.

By the way...

Homophobes, are you there? I'm curious, how does it feel watching us girls, gays and queers continuously win?

Anyway, until next time! BYE 👋🤡

[legitalicat]

Out of Time

Chapter 7 - "Letters of Life and Love"

AN: Sorry for the long wait, lots of stuff going on in the personal. Also I may update the picture now that we have a new hairstyle for Jace lolol

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Summary: Tales of the past can help shape the future.

TW: blatant talks of past self harm, canon typical incest, Jace being tooth rotteningly sweet, talks of basically everyone being in love with everyone

Relationships: Jacaerys Velaryon x Twin!Reader, talks of just about every other ship imaginable in this story

Word Count: 3.8k

Aemond did not take it any further as we flew on Vhaela. He told me it was so that I could focus on flying, since it had been so long. Whether that was the truth, I wasn’t sure but I wasn’t entirely convinced. Yet, I didn’t particularly care.

Soaring through the skies on Vhaela’s back was perfect. The chill in the air stung against the skin of my face. The supple leather of the saddle she wore rubbed against my inner thighs. We passed birds who moved out of the way in perfect time with our approach. Today was the day I was meant to take to the skies.

I truly believed that the gods, whether they be the old or the new, made certain moments perfect. There had just been too many moments in my life that were so good there were no other explanations. This flight on Vhaela, the first time I flew on her, the first time I slept with Aemond, and the night I lost my maidenhead to Jace. How could I expect that much good to come from anything but divine intervention?

Aemond accompanied me the rest of the week so that I may fly, though he did choose to fly on Vhagar. We never went far, never past Felwood to the south or Duskendale to the north. Though in my bones I longed for more. I don’t imagine I would ever fly enough to be satisfied. In the sky I was free. Free from obligation and duty, free from the pains of my soul.

Free from the wretchedness that is Mother preparing me for this feast.

It felt as though I should’ve never agreed to it to begin with. I didn’t want every Lord in the seven kingdoms ogling me once again. Especially if word got out that my betrothal to Jace was no longer official. Men would see me as an opportunity to get close to the throne, maybe even have their children sit it one day. The thought disgusted me.

“Daemon, Rhaena, and Baela have returned from Driftmark. Your sisters are very anxious to see you,” Mother told me as she braided my hair. We were in her chambers, the door being propped open once we were dressed to allow a breeze. Today was warmer than usual.

I watched her reflection in the mirror as she moved. Sometimes I wondered if she thought of me as a doll. That is not to say anything against her parenting or the care she has given me, but it does cross my mind. She took every opportunity to dress me and fix my hair until I was perfect. Or as perfect as I could be.

“Step sisters,” I corrected her.

Rhaena and Baela may view my brothers as theirs but they made sure that I understood I was not their sister. Mother and Daemon always assumed part of it was Baela having a crush on Jace and Rhaena’s loyalty to her twin. I tried to offer to her that she could marry him and become Queen one day, begging with her that I would give anything to be their sister. But it was never about Jace.

Rhaena had been too kind and timid to say it to my face but Baela never had any problems with such. It was all about Vhagar and the role I played in Aemond claiming her. They claimed I showed no loyalty. That we were cousins and I should’ve convinced Aemond to allow Rhaena the chance to claim her first. They never listened to me when I told them he would’ve done it whether I was there or not. And they also never took into account I did not know them at that point. Yes, we were cousins, but they grew up far from King’s Landing. I grew up with Aemond at my side. Was he not owed my loyalty more?

“You are all women grown now,” she told me. “Surely you can move past this.”

“Mother I love the way you love your children, Baela and Rhaena included, but you need to realize a lot of us are far more capable than you think,” I said so firmly her hands took pause. “They are not the victims in anything, not more than I or Aemond. Yes, Rhaena did not have a dragon as a child but neither did Aemond until he claim Vhagar, and I waited longer. Yes, Baela and Rhaena lost their mother as children, but the four of us lost both men who could count as our father and I wasn’t even allowed to mourn. Rhaena and Baela started the fight that night on Driftmark because of their entitlement and Aemond lost his eye. The three of us did not get along during our girlhoods but not because of anything that I could help.”

“Darling,” she whispered. Her hands continued their motions, finishing the intricate braid.

“I offered Baela to take my place, did she ever tell you that? I thought if it was about Jace and her then I could deal with not marrying him so I could have sisters. It was never about that, it was about me telling the truth of Aemond losing his eye,” I told her. Tears started stinging my eyes as I spoke about things I swore I would never admit bothered me.

My entire life I always felt I had to be perfect. The perfect princess who would be the perfect queen. This kept me from having many emotional outbursts. The closest I ever got to crying in front of others was when tears forced themselves into existence as they did now. My pain was my own and I did not need others to experience it.

Jace always called it unhealthy. He said one day I would explode with the years of feelings I kept inside. I had always thought he was full of shit until I began to realize that physically harming myself made the pain in my chest ease. When I made a fist so tightly that my fingernails became so deeply embedded in my palms I started to draw blood, I was concerned at first. Until I realized I felt better. I referred to it as my pressure relief.

It became a growing concern. Jace caught me taking a knife to my thigh once when he had come to question why I was avoiding him. He was appalled at what I was doing. I tried to explain it was nothing bad, that I was merely caring for myself. He did not see it that way. He held me that night late into the night.

That was the night I gave him my maidenhead. I wasn’t sure you could fix someone by loving them hard enough. But gods, that night he tried. Looking back, it was awkward and clumsy, neither of us really knowing what to do. We were fifteen, nowhere near marriage, and Jace had always said I would be his first, so neither of us had any experience or had been taught anything. Though, I would not change anything about it. Thinking about it made me miss him more than I had the entirety of these last few weeks.

“You always stand up for every other child yet you do not stand up for the ones who need it most. I do not know if it is because you think I am strong enough to handle it, but I need you to come to my defense too. Not allow Jace to punish me in the ways he always does whenever I have displeased him. Not assume I can handle Baela and Rhaena isolating me for doing what was right,” I whispered, blinking rapidly to get the tears to go away. “Does Daemon know how close Alicent and you are?” I asked, trying to change the subject.

Her jaw clenched for a split second. If I were not looking for any sign that I may be right, I would miss it. With that simple little movement, I knew that even if she denied it to me, I was right.

But then she eased and smirked at me. “You assume he is not involved?” she asked.

My eyes widened. That was enough asking questions for now.

“Aemond has asked I do not announce that your betrothal to Jacaerys is on pause,” she told me after a few moments of silence. I must have had a confused look on my face because she chuckled and then continued. “He says if other lords know, they will try something idiotic.”

“Smart man, he is,” I whispered. “But they will know something is going on when Jace ignores me as he has done for weeks now.”

“It was not my intention to ignore you, my sun,” Jace’s voice sounded in my ears. I turned to my left and saw him standing in the open door way. “Did nobody tell you? I got pulled away to Dragonstone and have only just returned an hour ago.”

“I think I would know if you had gone to Dragonstone,” Mother said before I had the chance to respond.

The more I thought, the more I believed that Jace had not been here. I had been at breakfast and dinner before anyone else and he had not been there. Whenever I sent someone to get him, they merely said they could not find him. Mother and I were so used to Jace being rather dramatic when his feelings were hurt, so his avoidance of anything to do with me had not come with questions. I was merely used to it.

He sighed rather loudly, an exasperated type of sigh. It sounded like an old man whose grandchildren were irking him and trying to get him to tell him stories of war. Perhaps he had grown.

“Then it is my fault for entrusting Joffrey to tell you both. He was there when I got the letter. I would have told you myself but the matter was urgent,” he said, walking over to us.

Mother had just finished pinning the braid. She had wrapped it around itself on the back of my head. It was a hairstyle her mother did for her before she had died, in fact doing it the morning of her death. She learned to do it and wore her hair this way the day she was named heir. It felt special

When I stood from my seat to face him, I noticed his jaw drop a bit. He looked me up and down many times over. When Alicent brought this dress to me this morning, I was a bit skeptical. It was a very fancy dress made of black silk and decorated with blood red rubies. It had a matching black silk cape that fastened around my neck, leaving only the area just above my cleavage visible. I wore earrings made of silver and a jewel called green tourmaline, a beautiful green with secondary tones of blue. It was, apparently, the closest one could get to a Velaryon House colored stone. I wore black shoes that bared the top of my feet, giving the style of my bed slippers but more durable. The outfit was modest, not showing enough skin to be considered indecent, but yet the fabric clung to my every curve in a way that felt completely indecent.

“You are so beautiful,” he said quietly.

“I feel a bit like a ham stuffed in a stocking,” I whispered, biting her lip.

“You are not a ham,” he said before offering a smile.

He was in a rather lovely outfit himself. His shirt was made of matching black silk, though it did not cling to him in such a way. It was fitted, giving him shape but hiding the further intricacies of his body. He was wearing fitted pants as well, making me blush a bit at how amazing his body looked in them.

“So what business did you attend in Dragonstone?” I asked him, raising an eyebrow.

“Sheepstealer was causing more trouble than usual,” he told the both of us. “As Prince of Dragonstone, the concerns of that island are mine own.”

Before Mother could say anything, I hugged him tightly. “Next time come get me yourself. If I am to be your Queen I need to be involved with your matters,” I said instinctually.

It occurred to me after I said it that I may not end up as his Queen. The possibility of that had never been present in my mind. It was always our plan in life that we would rule side by side, never one without the other. Any other reality made me ache.

My heart ached and it felt ridiculous. I am stuck choosing between two men that I love with everything in me. If I wanted to be really technical, I have three choices, though I could not name how I feel about Aegon. They love me the same. How silly it felt of me to be saddened by either possibility when no matter what I would love happily.

“I apologize, my sun,” he said quietly, hugging me to him just as tightly. “You are right, of course. I cannot hope to be a good King if I do not consider my Queen’s words on every decision.”

My heart fluttered against my chest. He still considered our marriage an inevitability, not just a possibility. He still thought of us being married and ruling together.

“Allow me to stay with you until it is time for your entrance?” he asked me. I nodded eagerly.

Mother looked between the two of us. Her gaze settled on me, her eyes searching my face. I gave her a subtle nod. She needed to know I had to be with him.

When she left the room, the doors still wide open behind her, I leaned into Jace’s arms. The world felt calm when he held me. The universe knew, somehow, that he was who I needed as my twin. He and I were balanced perfectly.

“You truly thought I was ignoring you?” he asked once I pulled away.

I looked down at the ground for a moment before looking back to him. He was looking at my with sad eyes. It hurt my heart to see him look like that.

“Yes. I thought you were upset enough that you were punishing me,” I told him.

He nodded and took my hand in his. “I’m sorry. Both for making you think that, and for what happened that night. It was not my place to act in such a way.”

“In truth, I think it is more your place than Aemond’s,” I admitted to him. I sighed quietly then looked to him. “You had a point. You are my twin, who I am formally betrothed to.”

He smiled at me. His smile was beautiful in a way that one had to see to understand. If you could imagine the way the prettiest sunrise makes you feel, that is how his smile makes me feel.

“You know, I like that you’ve grown your hair out. It’s quite curly, and you look amazing,” I told him. That simple of a compliment was enough to make him blush.

Jace and I felt so different than Aemond and I felt. With him there were no games. No constant battle for control. Our love for each other was simple and pure, uncaring of who was in control. I longed for the days when he was the only one who held a piece of me. It was so much simpler then.

“You always used to beg for me to grow it out,” he said with a smile on his face.

“And I was not wrong to,” I told him, smirking at him. “You look handsome. Classical. Like the prince from a fairytale.”

He reached his hand out towards me. I took it immediately, our fingers intertwining. He had somewhat of a sad smile on his face even though his eyes were sparkling like they normally did.

“It was never about us, was it?” he asked me. I couldn’t help the confusion that crossed my face at his question. “I mean…you are able to be complete with all of us, yes? Me, Aemond, even Aegon. The different sides of you that we all see, that is what makes you whole, and so it was never about one of us being better than another, but it was all about you feeling completed.”

As he spoke, he squeezed my hand. My throat felt as though it was beginning to close. All I could do was nod. I had no argument, no further explanation for him.

When Jace pulled me to sit on his lap, I could feel tears begin to prick at my eyes. The way he was so adamant about holding me close scared me. It almost felt like he was about to tell me he was done, that he didn’t want me anymore.

“I wish I could be the only one you need,” he said softly, placing his hand on my cheek. “I could never make you unhappy, issa dāria, and I thought giving you the time to find which you wanted would be the way to make you happy. But I realized something.”

“If this is your way of explaining to me you do not wish to marry me anymore, please just say it outright. This feels more cruel,” I whispered, letting out a shaky breath.

He shook his head softly. “Not at all. I could never love anyone else. I merely want to say that I have realized you have told me what would make you happy since we were children, and I was too selfish to ever consider it.”

My brain tried to understand what he was saying, to really grasp his meaning. But I could feel my heart banging against my chest as though it could already sense his next words. There was no way he was actually about to say it, was there?

“If marrying both Aemond and I is what will make you happy, I will no longer fight against it. I do not know how everything will work, I do not know how Aegon will fit into it, but I know that I love you and you love me. In the end, that is all that matters to me,” he told me, wiping away a tear that I had not been aware escaped my eye.

My entire life I had been begging for this. My entire life I knew that I was always meant to be with them, that my fate intertwined with theirs. I had convinced myself it was selfish and impossible.

I looked everywhere along his face, trying to find any uncertainty or reluctance. Yet, no matter how desperately I searched, there was none. He spoke the truth and his mind was made up.

“I imagine you already have thoughts as to how you wish it to work,” I whispered. He smiled at me and leaned forward to give me a gentle, albeit brief, kiss.

“Ideally we wait for certain things. You and I marry and give ourselves a couple of years so that we can have a child without question. I will not try to stop you from being with either of them in that time, I merely hope you will respect me enough to take precautions. Then after a couple of years, you and Aemond marry in the Valyrian tradition. Everything else I figure we will take it as it comes,” he said softly, running his thumb over my cheek again and again.

“And you truly love me enough for this?” I asked him. If there was any part of him that had any doubts, I could not ask him to do this.

“When I was in Dragonstone, I found letters. Many more than I ever thought had been shared, and in truth I should not have read any of them. But they were letters that Mother had received from Daemon, from our Aunt Laena, from our fathers, even from Alicent. All of these letters were discussing life and love in ways I had never thought of such,” he told me.

I placed my hand on the one of his that rested on my cheek. Simultaneously, I was pulling him further into me while holding him. He did not need to say anything else about them.

While I had not seen any from Alicent, I did once find nearly a box stuffed with letters. It was hard to piece together everything without Mother’s words, but I had an idea. Letters from Daemon and Laena talking about longing for Mother’s company, how they should have always been raising us and Rhaena and Baela together from the start. Letters from Ser Harwin, which I am almost certain he would hide for her to find instead of them being sent with a raven, describing her beauty and how she glowed when she was pregnant, thanking her for giving him such blessings. Ser Laenor’s were always phrased as though he was talking to his dearest friend, describing to her the beauty of the sea on the few trips out he went on after their marriage.

I could not honestly say I understood all the implications of them when I first read them. If I were being honest, they confused me more than told me anything. But when I thought back on them, I felt similarly to Jace. They teach more about love than most are willing to openly admit. That love does not always mean you find one person and that was it, after that person you were doomed to be alone.

“And your plans for you?” I asked him. I needed to know. If for no other reason, than if I felt too strongly about him talking about being with someone else, I couldn’t take him up on this. It had to be fair.

“I told you, I will never love anyone else,” he told me with a firmness that I had never heard from him. It was very Kingly of him. “I was not with anyone while you were away, but not because I never tried. After a couple of years, I tried. I tried to find love, I tried to find someone that could make the pain of losing you manageable. But after every person I met, I came to my chambers alone, still praying to every god imaginable you would be returned. I never even got so much as a kiss because any person I spoke with just made me ache more for you.”

“My darling, I never thought it could be so difficult for you,” I whispered. “All I’ve ever wanted was for you to be happy.”

He kissed me softly. It truly was the best way to shut me up. And this kiss felt so good. It was like it was the beginning of everything.

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space to run

nationalhorribleleague

Summary: Bonnie isn’t entirely sure what she’s expecting when she knocks on Mitch’s door – well, her son, probably – but a nearly naked Auston Matthews – hair a mess and scratching sleepily at a stubbled jaw – certainly wasn’t it.

Recommendation: Short and tooth-rotteningly sweet. Literally just Auston and Mitch being soft and sweet to each other through the POV of Mitch’s mum when Mitch has a minor injury. In the Leafs timeline it’s set post Babcock firing, pre-COVID so they weren’t rookies but we’re still pretty new and shiny.

[takearisk-x]

I LOVE your TPFY headcanon of Lily and Ruby. It just feels right! It makes so much sense!

If you are happy to share, I would love to hear your TPFY universe headcanons on the Potter family and siblings. Age gaps, personalities, hogwarts houses etc etc…

❤️

thanks so much!! i'm glad someone else besides me loves girl dad harry lol. i haven't worked everything out quite yet, and what i have worked out contains a few spoilers but here is what i have so far..

Lily Luna Potter, born Sept 2010, has wild dark hair, green eyes and freckles. i picture her a bit wild, a bit independent. as an incredulous and active little girl, and is basically the walking, talking definition of precocious. i don't have house designations but i could see her leaning gryffindor or a bit slytherin because of her determination and independence.

Ruby Rhiannon Potter, born February 2013, has wavy ginger hair, green eyes and freckles. as soon as she is able she is Lily's little shadow, going along with everything her big sister says and does. she is so sweet, like tooth rotteningly sweet, and very much a cuddle bug. she's also really observant. i picture her as someone who sees a little kid left out or playing by themselves and she goes over and joins them so they aren't alone anymore. *coughs* hufflepuff

James Sirius Potter, born April 2017, has messy dark hair and amber brown eyes. this boy is an absolute MENACE. the way i picture it, by the time kid three rolls around harry and ginny have settled in a bit as parents and so james ends up with classic third child syndrome where he THRIVES under minimal supervision. he'll be off on his own eating dirt and harry and ginny sort go "eh, he'll be fine." that being said, james thinks his mom is honestly the coolest person on the planet, and he is absolutely right. he's bold and stupidly reckless so i think we all know where he ends up.

[officialao3fandomlastforever]

“Suna is aroace and the best friend/wingman anyone could have” and “Suna is dating both Yamato and Takeo” are both very good headcanons and have very good stories/dynamics to explore and I love both headcanons very much.

[ironicandpunny]

i may act okay on the outside but on the inside I’m really thinking about eternal/otherwise long lived nonhuman characters with a soft spot for humanity (LONG POST)

- The Ineffable Husbands themselves, Aziraphale and Crowley. Alive since the beginning and still love humanity so much! I love these boys.

- Legolas!!!!!! The only elf worth my time in LOTR I swear to GOD. He has such a full and pure love for humanity, it’s tooth rotteningly sweet. A good boy.

- Gandalf. He loves humanity in that tough love kinda way your war vet grandpa does. Adore him, especially the Grey.

- Cullen Family! Special shout out to Carlisle who loves humans so much that he started the trend of not eating them and saves lives for a living. Go white boy go!

- Castiel!!! My sweet baby. Too good. Too pure. Loves humans (especially the Winchesters) too much.

- Princess Bubblegum. I know Finn is *technically* the only human in Adventure Time so let’s just use humanity as a general term and say she loves her people so much! She clearly adores surrounding herself with them.

- Marceline!!!!! See the above except instead of her own people she loves Bonnie’s (and, of course, Finn). I love her.

- FINALLY…. THE DOCTOR!!! The Doctor is old. Ancient. Been around forever and has seen humanity at its lowest but that does not stop them from loving it! I’m certain this is what got me into characters of this archetype, and I adore them so much.

[lucifers-horror-harem]

19. 30. 35 all with Leslie Vernon. I know you could do something so right with our boy!

Oh Bex u are ON POINT. High fives, holding the other's arm, and kissing scars. WHAT AN ICON. I hope u enjoy this cause i went VVV self indulgent and very funny and silly and sweet and tender and set in one of my fave romantic tropey environments asdvgfwdfgbhgr

Word Count: ~600 Warnings: None other than tooth rotteningly sweet fluff with a GN reader

Jackpot

You really hadn't expected Leslie to win, much less win the giant stuffed toy that he insisted he would claim on your behalf. But as Leslie always seemed to do, he surprised you. As the flashing lights and dinging of the game’s sirens roared to life, Leslie let out a loud whooping WOOOOO as he turned to you with a grin on his face. Stunned, you couldn't help but laugh as he threw his hands up for a double high five, and as soon as you put them up he gave your hands a big slap and entwined his fingers in yours, bouncing up and down giddily as the poor kid working the game took down the prize from the wall with the lack of zeal that could only be done by a minimum wage worker that just wanted to be left alone.

Sensing the kid just wanted to be done with the interaction, you managed to slip your fingers from Leslie's grip, and throwing a playful "Down, boy," at him to urge him along. Leslie simply grinned, taking the giant stuffed animal from the kid. You couldn't help but laugh that Leslie picked the one booth with a giant fucking turtle plush. With a flourish, Leslie held the plush out for you to take. "Courtesy of Fido."

You rolled your eyes with a laugh and took the plush, holding it in one arm while you slipped the other into Leslie's to help steer him away so other people could get a turn. "Yeah, my big bad golden retriever," you teased.

He squeezed your arm gently with a wink. "You love it."

You really did.

By the time the two of you had gotten home that night, you were thoroughly exhausted and simply enjoying each other's company while the TV played cheesy horror movies in the background. You had been holding the stuffed turtle while you snuggled up to Leslie's side on the couch. You would have been draped over his lap with your arms around him, if not for the fact that the man was still snacking on chips, somehow the carnival treats weren’t enough. Leslie seemed to have a bottomless pit for a stomach, which always made you smile when he always asked for seconds when you made dinner.

When he finally set the chips aside, you took that as your cue to straddle his lap and get closer to him, pushing the turtle to the side as it slowly tumbled off of the couch. Leslie gasped dramatically, gesturing to the turtle. "I can't believe you just tossed our son aside like that!"

You couldn't help the snort that came out as you giggled at Leslie. "The turtle is our son now?"

"Yes. Alfredo."

Okay, if you were able to repress your giggles before they were completely unhinged now. Your hands resting on his bare chest, you couldn't help but laugh your butt off as he giggled beneath you. Once you finally caught your breath, you managed to sputter out a perplexed, "Who names a turtle Alfredo?"

"Uh me, obviously," Leslie says with a faux snarky tone. "Got a problem with that?"

"No, no, I apologize to our poor stuffed son Alfredo." You absent-mindedly brush your fingers over some of the scars on his chest. They're healed, but you trace your fingers over the ghostly white lines as your giggles finally subside. Leslie simply lays back, letting you place gentle kisses and feather-light touches all over his chest, softly humming as you do. His large hands rub your thighs tenderly, simply enjoying the feeling of them under his palms.

"I love you," Leslie whispered after a short while, making eye contact as you stroked the stubble along his jaw.

"I love you too," you said, brushing your lips against his with a chaste kiss. "Goofball." The two of you couldn't help the soft laugh as you continued to kiss.

[plato-pluto-whatever]

I blame @katagawajr and @timothylawrence for making Atlas AU so tooth-rotteningly sweet. This was all I could think of the entire day.

I'll get better at drawing Kat soon tho, I promise

[thequeenofsastiel]

Don't Say No Episode 9-A Trip to the Dentist is in Order, Part I

Because I don't think I've ever seen a more tooth rotteningly(no, that's not a word, but it is now) sweet episode of anything ever. I will admit, though, the first two parts were rough. But it was well done and well acted. This will be split up into 6 parts(forgive me) because of Tumblr and their obnoxious policy on only including 10 pictures a post. And it won't address the episode entirely in chronological order. Apologies.

I really appreciated this:

Leo's refusal to be baited and insistence upon staying on the subject is both in character and a relief, because watching Mait constantly distract Fiat from talking about his mother by being a dick was deeply frustrating.

Side note: I find it interesting that Leo calls Mait "Uncle" instead of "Dad", despite the fact that he and Fiat are in a very serious relationship.

Honestly, I find Mait's logic where Fiat's mother is concerned deeply confusing. I understand that trying to explain to a four year old whose memory was messed up by a fever that his mother wasn't there because she had been abusive and was confined to a mental hospital wasn't exactly feasible, but Mait could have simply said something along the lines of "Your mother is sick and had to go to a hospital and can't have any visitors" or something, and then sent Fiat to a therapist to work through his trauma, but no, Mait's choice was to--what? Be abusive to his son as well? More explanation is needed. We see him being loving towards Fiat and concerned when Fiat is a child. So how did it go from that to him being constantly cruel and controlling? Because that's literally the only way we've seen him treat Fiat. We see people say that Mait loves him, but we don't see it in Mait's actions. Or at least I don't. And Fiat saying that he needs to apologize to Mait is confusing. What does he need to apologize for? Yes, I think he should apologize to Fay, because she deserved to be treated better--after all, we've only ever seen her be sweet to him and desperate to at least have him like her--but Mait? What has Mait done for him exactly?

I mean, yes, you've obviously been wronging him this whole time, but are you saying that the only reason you've been treating him poorly is because you thought he didn't love you anymore? I'm sorry, but that's not a good enough excuse to abuse your child. There's no good excuse for child abuse.

Continues in Part II

[bakugoukatsuki-rising]

Do you ever think about todobakudeku and how tooth-rotteningly sweet it would be? Just,,,Todoroki having his best friends —some of the first friends he ever made—by his side,,,Deku having both his childhood friend/soulmate and one of his BFFs,,,Bakugou softening up to the two of them,,,damn I cry every time, especially thinking about the recent arc

I think about them all the time oh my GOD

My pisscord server has a lot to say about those three.

Our big thoughts are that Todoroki doesn't understand that kissing is usually for people in more intimate relationships so he sees Deku and Bakugou kiss and one day he goes to kiss Bakugou and he's like

"Woah wtf???"

And Todoroki is like

"But you kiss Deku."

And Bakugou is like

"Well yeah he's my boyfriend of course I kiss him"

And Todoroki is like...."but I'm a boy and we're friends..."

And because Bakugou cannot believe this is real and Deku finds out and feels so bad, that they end up giving Todoroki little cheek and head kisses to make him feel included

And the rest of the class is like

Jesus fucking christ just die

🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

[simply-trash5]

Journal Secrets

I have been trying really REALLY hard to be better at writing. So heres today’s writing. If you have requests, please send them. I would love to write some things for others. 

Type: fluff, like tooth rotteningly sweet

Characters: Y/N reader and Kiba

gif credits: whoever made this, THANK GOD.

Damn its chilly you thought to yourself as you walked down the busy street. Fall had begin to set in and it was absolutely your favorite time of year. The cool wind blew around you and the sun shined onto your face giving you a warm hug. The trees had been changing colors and more of the townspeople began to change into sweaters. Summer was long gone and you couldn’t be happier. To you there was always something so romantic about the seasons changing, as if you never knew what new experience could be waiting on you.

You held your blanket tighter to your chest and continued to make your way through town. You knew that no one would be at the training grounds today because it was Sunday and had a great clear spot to lay your blanket down and do some writing. As you walked your mind drifted to thoughts of life and how things had been changing for you. Missions were going great, your team worked so well together. Shino worked so strategically, and of course had his bugs to help. You were working tirelessly to train using a new jutsu that Kureni had taught you. Then there was Kiba. Just the thought of his name made butterflies grow in your stomach. 

You and Kiba had been best friends your whole life. Your families had been close so you had always seen him as a brother, until you didn’t and now you didn’t know what to do. You had secretly began to crush on him. This definitely made missions more difficult and you didn’t want it standing in the way of becoming the best ninja you could be. But something about his smile was so warm, the dedication to his dog Akamaru was so strong, and he just wasn’t the same young boy that you had grown up with. He was a man. He was so confident, but he never failed to be humble. Your feelings for him were so complex, which is exactly why you wanted to write today. You had to get this out of your mind before the next mission with him. 

Just as you had suspected the training grounds were empty. You found the perfect spot and spread your blanket out on the grass. You reached into your backpack and pulled a small worn leather journal that held some of your deepest thoughts and feelings. This was how you kept yourself sane during some of your most difficult moments. Just as you began to click your pen you heard barking. Oh shit, really. You knew who it was. Just as you were shoving the journal back into your bag you were pinned to the ground by a large white dog. “Akamaru!” you giggled as the dog licked your face. “Hey boy, let me up.” You laughed some more as the dog finally got off of your small frame. You sat up to find Kiba standing a few yards away throwing his head back in laughter. “What’s so funny?” you stated as he approached your blanket. “You should have seen your face as Akamaru was running toward you. It was priceless.” Kiba slid off his shoes and sat down beside you on your blanket. “So what are you doing here today, you obviously aren’t training.” You shot him a glare and retorted “Well if you must know, I was coming down here to have some peace and quiet.” He scrunched his face up and looked at you “well damn princess okay.” You reached out and punched his arm as you laid down to your back. Any idea of writing would have to wait until later.

You laid back looking up at the puffy clouds drifting through the sky. You let your thoughts wander, the pit of nervousness growing in your stomach as your thoughts drifted to your teammate. You felt the blanket become heavy beside you. Kiba had laid down right beside you putting his hands behind his head as a pillow. You both laid in silence as the world passed you by. You turned your head to the side and looked at Kiba. His brown hair was messy but looked so incredibly soft. He closed his eyes and seemed to drift away as your heart tugged so hard you thought it may fall out of your chest. Your breath caught and you could smell the scent of leather and pine which you knew were his two favorite scents that he always wore. It was intoxicating.

 “Y/N, what are you looking at?” Before you could come up with a witty response you blurted out “you.” Your face turned red and your eyes grew wide. A devilish grin formed on his face. “I know you're obsessed with me.” He chuckled looking at you again. Your face turned a deeper shade of red as you tried to will yourself to disappear. 

You bolted upright, “Um I have to go.” You began to grab your bag and shoes without putting them on and began to take off across the training grounds. Akamaru looked at you from his spot in the grass beside the blanket. You felt a large calloused hand grab your wrist and pull you back down onto the blanket. You laid on your back closing your eyes on the impact, surprised by what just happened. When you opened them you could see Kiba’s face mere inches from yours. Your heart stopped. 

Tears pricked the corners of your eyes. Kiba looked at you concerned and in a soft voice asked you what was wrong. You closed your eyes to gather your thoughts and opening your eyes you looked at him. I guess I have to tell him now. “Kiba, I’ve been in love with you for years. You know exactly what to do to drive me crazy and I love that. I know that you couldn’t want me, there are so many other beautiful and strong girls in this village. You’re smart, attractive, and ridiculously funny. So you want to know what's wrong with me? I am in love with a man that will never feel the same.” Your eyes darted away from his. You couldn’t believe what you had just said.

Kiba’s face hovered over yours. He leaned on one elbow as he stretched out his hand to touch your cheek. He wiped away the tear that began to fall and you could immediately feel the butterflies flutter in your stomach. “Y/N you know you have it all wrong. For such a smart woman you sure are dumb.” He leaned in placing a light kiss to your lips. You could feel the corners of his mouth turn up into a smile during the kiss. You looked at him with wide eyes. He smirked and put a hand to his neck.   

“Yeah there are other girls in this village,” you could feel your heart sink “but I don’t want them. I want you. I’ve just never had the guts to tell you.” You felt yourself smiling and pulled yourself up to sitting. He sat behind you looking past you into the woods. The tension was thick in the air. 

You began to smirk, you looked over your shoulder at Kiba. “For a man who has a lot of confidence, you sure are insecure.” You threw a wink in his direction. “Come here silly woman” he gruffed, pulling you to where you were in his lap. Your hands made their way to the back of his neck and into his soft brown hair. You gently tugged his locks causing him to close his eyes. A small breathy laugh escaped his lips. “You’re in trouble now Y/N” Kiba whispered closing the distance between your faces. This kiss sent electricity through your body. You could hear both of your hearts beating in stillness. Your eyes fluttered open and looked into his. “I love you Kiba,” you whispered feeling relieved that your journal would have a different entry today

[bravomckenzie]

chapter 32 is up!

it’s the most wonderful time of the year! bobby n liv celebrate christmas together. adult feelings are felt again, so viewers discression is advised. even with that being said - this ones mostly just pure, tooth rotteningly sweet fluff.🎄🎅 @bobbyboops

(i really love how this chapter turned out, so i really hope y’all enjoy it!!! 🥺)

ciwyw: the playlist • olivia’s playlist • bobby’s playlist • lucas’ playlist

[mewsly]

We want to know all about Samir please!

🥺 Of course I will tell you all about Samir.

Full Name: Samir Parker

Age: 27

Height: 5’8

Pronouns: He/Him

Sexuality: Gay

Hair Color: Dark Brown

Eye Color: Hazel

Favorite Color: Yellow

RO: Mason

Samir is mixed race, his Rebecca’s family hailing from Morocco and his Rook being a white man (I like to picture that he was a ginger).

Samir is just a really sweet dude. Just an absolute cinnamon bun of a man. An entire sweetheart. He is very kind, gentle, thoughtful, and friendly. He is selfless to a fault which has absolutely never backfired on him at all. Ever. He likes to help people, it’s even the reason he joined the police, and is constantly worried over his loved ones so he tends to put himself last. (Is the more self-destructive tendency of his kindness a manifestation of spending a childhood trying to be “the perfect kid” to his overworked and largely absent mother? Mayhap.)

Samir and Rebecca do get along very well all things considered! Even if he took the truth about supernaturals, um, bad he loves his mother dearly and despite not knowing Rook he also deeply misses him and wish he could’ve met him. He dated Bobby in college which, well, didn’t really work out. He and Tina were instant friends the second they were partnered up and Verda was very quickly adopted when he joined. He did not let either of them find out the truth about supernaturals, even if he doesn’t think hiding the truth is a smart idea on the Agency’s part he wants to protect them. He also has a soft spot for Douglas, even if he kinda sucks at his job.

He is also a huge NERD who likes video games, tabletop games, and fantasy books and movies. He also likes to take care of plants and his apartment is full of them (he has the bright style apartment). He also likes to dance, both in a fun way and a perforative way (I like to imagine he used to teach a small dance class before he became Detective). He is fluent in languages, growing up speaking English and Arabic then picked up other languages as he grew older.

Samir’s best friend in UB is Nate and they are pretty much two sweet peas in a pod. They are tooth-rotteningly sweet it’s ridiculous. He and Adam are slowly developing a respect and friendship as well, even if things were very tense at first. He and Felix get along very well and were very fast friends!

And then... there’s Mason. Samir realized pretty quickly that he was developing feelings for Mason even back in Book 1. As a person who tends to bit his own tongue in order to appease others there’s something about Mason’s blunt and unapologetic ways that Samir is kind of into... he also kind of found Mason’s blunt honestly a little refreshing after dating Bobby at first. They did end up sleeping together in Book 2 after the maa-alused attack (and after he might’ve, sorta, kinda kissed Bobby a little.. BUT NOT ON PURPOSE IT HAD BEEN A LONG NIGHT) but waking up in an empty bed the next morning... yeah, Samir wasn’t super up to sex again after that. Going into Book 3 hes mostly confused with Mason. He knows he has feelings for Mason but Mason’s feelings are a bit harder to get a grasp on. Samir has actually set, *gasp*, a healthy boundary that he isn’t interested in anymore sex unless it means something. So... we shall see how that goes.

And that’s my boy!

[leighwhannell]

hey so uh, i wrote the most obnoxiously, tooth-rotteningly, gonna-give-your-ass diabetes sweet thing about adam and lawrence doing something i’ve never seen them do before in all my years as a saw fan, and you can read it here

[mimi-cee-hq]

What are your reasons for shipping tsukki Yachi?

I didn't think I'd get asked this question. Lol. It started with this scene:

I thought it was cute that Yachi knew Tsukishima well enough to notice. It seemed to imply that Tsukishima isn't really close with anyone except Yachi and Yamaguchi.

They're also comfortable with each other as well. Tsukishima finds most people annoying (even Yamaguchi in one scene in season 4) but I don't think he would think Yachi is. Yachi is also comfortable with him in the few scenes where they're together, even though she's usually intimidated by tall people. (I think she got used to it with everyone though.)

I think that all the first years become good friends. I think there was a montage scene where Yachi was looking at Hinata and Kageyama's papers and Tsukishima and Yamaguchi were standing beside her. (Can't find it right now.) So they'd have plenty of opportunities to interact if they all hung out together over the years.

I started off thinking that Yachi would be cute with any of the first years. (I still do.) But then I started imagining how cute and funny tsukiyachi could be: salty cool tsundere and cute anxious girl. And then I started writing for them and it just became cuter.

Tsukishima, being more practical and realistic, is able to calm down Yachi when she overthinks. Yachi softens him up, and he complies when she asks something from him because she's one of the few people he can tolerate.

I also pictured Tsukishima teasing her because Yachi is just cute when she's flustered. I think it's this artist's fault in this tsukiyachi fan comic.

I also don't ship purely based on personality. I ship if I can imagine how they get together. It also depends on the circumstances that happen to them. (Like if one of them accidentally confessed. XD) This is also why I like writing getting together stories for matchup requests.

I honestly think it was easy for me to imagine how these two get together because of all the shoujo manga and kdramas I've consumed. lol. I think that's why I was able to write a full story about them in Accidental Confession. 😁 I've been told it's tooth-rotteningly sweet and I've convinced people to ship them because of it. Lol.

[diazactually]

im gonna fire the same question back at you: ur fav fanfic tropes and also your at least fav ones ❤️

i only realise how tough my questions can be when i get them back😂😂

most liked ones:

- mutual pining or one member of a ship is helplessly oblivious😂 i just love the frustration😂

- hurt/comfort or angst with a happy ending

- developing relationship/getting together/first kiss (i kinda consider these the same so)

- SLOW BURN (give me the tension😂)

least liked ones:

- major character death (for sure, but i also respect the writers who have the courage to write it because writing it must be just as if not more painful as reading it)

- mpreg (too unrealistic for me)

- unhappy endings or frustrating open endings (i need that fluffy, tooth-rotteningly sweet and sappy ending)

i don't actually know if all of these are considered thropes or just some of them🤔