#thoughts with aj

[grimelven]

me after watching that interview where some core developers of DA:TV didn’t know who zevran was…

[bixels]

There's no such thing as overpreparing for love.

Happy (late) Rarijack Valentine's.

[ciderjacks]

dad issues

+

(I think they were all fundamentally affected by what they saw and just collectively decided not to share the upsetting details)

[mint-mango]

spotlight stolen yet again

later:

dw he got apollo to wear the shirt eventually

[ja3yun]

i feel like among the hyung line, hee would enjoy it the most seeing his s/o struggling to cover up the hickeys he left (maybe even add some)

he would LOVE it, like just seeing his partner covered in his love bites, all over their neck and chest, even their thighs. if his s/o was covering them up and scolding him but he would not be listening. i wrote a little something (hope you don't mind)

warnings: smut (mdni), fingering, hickey, biting and marking, mirror kink.

"i told you i was seeing my parents today, heeseung," you exhale with irritation, the paired partners of concealer and a beauty blender doing little to cover up the two red-purple love bites on the left side of your neck that your boyfriend so gracefully scattered you with last night.

he always does this, marking you as his own as he whispers words of affection into the wounds, licking and sucking on your sensitive skin. it's his way of making everyone knows you're off limits.

wrapping his arms around you, he nuzzles his nose into your hair as you struggle to cover the hickeys. "i'm sorry, baby, you're just so tasty," he says with a smirk, clearly not remorseful in the slightest.

you huff and lean your head back on his shoulder, enjoying the comfort of his touch while still glaring at him through the mirror. "you're insufferable," you roll your eyes but can't hide your smile. you want to scold him but you can't deny how good it felt when his teeth were nibbling at your skin last night.

"let me make it right," he mumbles into your hair mischievously. his lips kiss the back of your ear and trail down to the untouched skin on the right side of your neck. his lips are soft like butterfly wings dancing on your now shivering body.

you know exactly what he is planning to do and you should be stopping him, but with his fingers dipping up your tshirt and tracing heart shapes on your tummy, it's hard to focus on what you need and what you want. and you want him to keep going.

"you're so beautiful marked up like this, y/n." his words send a rush to your core. his teeth graze your nape and you let out a small gasp, your eyes closing as you fully surrender yourself to him again. any worry about what your parents think goes put the window, too consumed by the need to be devoured once again.

his hands slide down your stomach and dip down past your waistband, adding a new layer of pleasure to your senses.

"heeseung..."

"shh, baby," he hushes your feeble protest that could be mistaken for a plead as his middle finger slowly rubs your clit.

you drop the beauty blender on the floor and grip heeseung's arm, clawing at it in pure ecstasy. his touch is otherwordly, the gentle motions on your nub causing your heartbeat to thump in your chest and air to vanish from your lung. and just when you thought he couldn't make you feel more elevated, he bites down on your neck, the same way he did yesterday.

"fuck!" you exclaim, biting your lip to shut yourself up from alerting your wall neighbours of your mid-morning escapades. his tongue, teeth, and lips work like a perfect cocktail as they form a red mark on your neck. his eyes are gleaming with pride and lust and the more he sees the spot forming in the mirror, the faster his fingers rub your clit.

heeseung runs his digits from your bud to your hole, slipping two inside with ease, after all, he was fucking into you not even 7 hours ago. the intrusion makes your knees buckle and grip on him tighten.

"you're soaking, baby," he teases, biting down harshly, "doed this mean you accept me apology?"

"yes," you breathe out, his fingers and lips working in tandem to push you to the edge. you're so close to cumming and heeseung knows it, curling his fingers and using his thumb to give attention to your throbbing clit.

"let go, sweetheart, cum for me." his words, along with once final bite and lick on the forming hickey, is all the go ahead you need before your walls are tightening and coil snapping in your stomach.

heeseung keeps eye contact with you in the mirror as you crumble in his hands, his teeth and fingers are the only thing keeping you up right and not falling to the ground.

"good girl, you're so good for me," he praises you, kissing your new wound over and over again. he retrieves his fingers from your cunt as you find the bones in your legs again.

when your mind comes to, you see the consequences of not telling him to stop, a bright red sign of love and desire now placed on your neck. "heeseung!" you yelp, tracing your fingers over it as you step closer to the mirror to inspect the damage.

heeseung, chuckling behind you shrugs, "now you have one to match the others, call it...balance." he kisses your cheek before leaving you to cover the new hickey.

[every-aj-needs-an-angel]

Okay this one's been stuck in my head all day but I have absolutely time to write it so please share this vision with me

Try as they might, Steve and Robin couldn't get tickets to Chrissy Cunningham's arena tour, but they could get tickets to a festival she was playing.

The last thing Steve ever wanted to do was go and stand in a muddy field for sixteen hours while they waited for the headline act. But he was pretty sure Robin was in love with her favourite musician, and he wasn't about to deny his best friend a chance at love.

So he helped her make personalised t-shirts because honestly all the other bands in the line-up kinda sounded like they sucked.

His read, "Only Here for Chrissy" on the front and "I'm Steve" on the back and Robin's read "Chrissy, Will You Be My Girlfriend?" on the front and "If Lost, Please Return To Steve" on the back.

And it turned out, as they stood against the barrier in a not so muddy field, on a lovely, warm, but overcast, May day, that even bands that sucked could be fun. Even if it was only because they spent their day with earplugs in, so their eardrums wouldn't combust, bitching about each artist's lack of ability to put notes or an outfit together.

During the lunchtime intermission, the pair made friends with the lesbian couple next to them, Kayla and Jess, who were also eagerly awaiting Chrissy's set and similarly liked to mock those who committed crimes against sound and fashion. Steve was glad to have met them, they were really nice, and he felt better about leaving her to use the bathroom or to fetch food, knowing Robin was in safe hands.

He also felt better about letting her wander off, not that it stopped him from stressing out when she and Kayla had been missing for over fifteen minutes. He spread himself out to keep their places against the railing with his back to the stage, watching the crowd intently. Jess wasn't quite as chatty once they were alone, but she seemed content enough, bobbing along to the band that'd appeared on the stage.

Steve didn't turn back around to face the stage until he spotted the girls heading back towards them, he gave them a wave and turned around to look at the guys who hadn't been attempting to destroy anyone's hearing and was met with the face of the most gorgeous man he'd ever seen. Pretty face, long curly hair tied up in a bun, muscle tee showing off his many tattoos, piercings and chains and glittery Docs; Steve felt himself owl blink and blush.

God's gift to mankind was kneeling centre stage, guitar in hand making the most beautiful sounds Steve had ever heard as his fingers flew over the strings, and it was only when the rest of the band kicked back in that the man looked up, winked directly at Steve, and then jumped back to his feet, spending the rest of the song bouncing around the stage.

Steve only realised his mouth was agape when Robin finally arrived next to him and elbowed him hard in the ribs, giving him the same look she did whenever he was embarrassing in the club. He watched the rest of the Corroded Coffin, according to the backdrop, set in awe. Screaming and clapping along when they wished everyone a great day, throwing picks and drumsticks into the crowd and taking a bow; patting each other on the back as they wandered offstage.

As soon as it was quiet again, Robin wanted to know what the hell was wrong with his face and honestly, he couldn't answer her. He didn't even believe in love, not for himself at least, and he certainly didn't believe in love at first sight. It didn't stop him from spending the next couple of hours watching the faces at the sides of the stage, hoping to catch a glimpse of his new favourite guitarist, though.

As soon as Chrissy hit the stage, Steve got lost, between filming the set and watching Robin trying not to hyperventilate when Chrissy spotted her t-shirt, pointed to her, and giving her a coy little wink, blew her a kiss.

"An old school friend is here with me tonight, and I'd like him to help me out with this next track. Especially for the beauty in the front row, this is Girlfriend!"

The crowd went wild as the beat kicked in, but Steve was still watching Robin because it looked like she'd stopped breathing altogether. That was until she gasped loudly and started smacking Steve in the way she always did whenever she got overly excited; pointing wildly at the stage, and it was only when he looked over he saw Corroded Coffins guitarist bouncing up and down next to Chrissy.

Instead of the black muscle vest and skinny jeans he'd been sporting earlier in the day, he had changed into pale blue board shorts and a baggy white t-shirt that read "Hey Steve!" written in black sharpie with a giant winking smiley face underneath that could only really be seen when he swung his guitar around his back to copy Chrissy's dance moves.

The song ended, and the friends hugged, Chrissy waving him off the stage and calling out, "Eddie Munson everybody!" letting the crowd go wild for her friend before launching into the rest of her set.

By the time Chrissy had actually left the stage, Robin looked exhausted, having screamed and sung and danced herself out. They hung around a bit, said goodbye to Kayla and Jess, wishing them a safe journey home, and they were just taking one last look at the now empty stage when he heard someone yell his name...

[soapeca]

:)

[thesafecafe]

For my Hongjoong stans!

I know you saw the Captain with that shot glass in his hand🤭I can only imagine what shenanigans he got into backstage. I have thoughts about it, ehehehe.

Hongjoong, still in his post show high, which is extremely high because it's Coachella, and still a little tipsy from the drink on stage and some celebratory shots after, and he sees you, his sweet little s/o, waiting by his dressing room. You, who always encouraged him and stayed by his side since he was a trainee, and always had his back, looking so sweet as you stand there with a huge bouquet of flowers for him. You jump up and down, waving when you see him, and he smirks.

Usually, he'd be a little emotional and sweet, but today he feels different. Today, he feels like living up to one of the names that Atiny calls him: a demon line member. And the way you look in your cute little Coachella outfit has him feeling particularly devilish. He wants to reciprocate the love that you never fail show him, and make sure you know just how he feels about you. He wants to absolutely devour you, ravaging you until the only word you can remember is his name and there are no thoughts in your head.

You, however, are none the wiser of the thoughts brewing in his head as you congratulate him and hand him the flowers, a bright smile on your face until he whispers in your ear: "save that energy, my Treasure. You'll need it."

(also tagging my fave Hongjoong biases, because I like making you suffer: @brownsugarbaybee , @hee0soo, @nateezfics )

[resqectable]

Sometimes you have to forget who you are to learn who you want to be.

AJ Saleh, “Nujoom”

[luthqrs]

JENNIFER 'JJ' JAREAU in CRIMINAL MINDS 12x07 | 'Mirror Image'

+ silly girl <3 (who forgot all her media liaison training on this case)

[animatedjen]

Correct. Bode has been my weapon for some time. Quite effective.

[grimelven]

question, which is funnier; fenris working at a mcdonald’s or morrigan working at a mcdonalds…i need it for a video💀💀

[ciderjacks]

She’s the most like me

[thenightshadowqueen]

SFTH moments that live rent-free in my head (in no particular order)

Xavier (obviously)

Luke laughing on the sidelines

Sam’s smirk in the Evil Make-A-Wish Kid (you know the one)

“But Luke, why do you have to go to the Shoot From the Hip disciplinary meeting? What did you do?” (“I told Sam to shove his finger up my asshole.”)

“Oh, Mr. President!” *cartwheel*

The entirety of the thirsty vampires sketch (but especially Sam because oh my fucking god SAM) (and also the slap from Luke but I feel like maybe that says something about me)

“What a twist!”

The way Sam drops to his knees to ‘give a blowjob’ in that one game of Genre (I know you know the one)

From that same game: “Me, a man, a ruler of the States. You, a creature who came from outer space.”

“Too fucking right, darling”

“I saw it on my firemegram!”

“Oh, I could never; that’s a family trait”

Sam’s moan as he ‘dies’ in BUS (this entire play was so fucking unhinged??)

“WHO’S YOUR DAD?”

Tom and Sam entering the astral plane

“No! No! No! Bad Luke!” (“What?”)

Tom and Luke climbing through the fold-up chair

“I made you a cocktail. This one’s called… be careful.” (This is a classic.)

Bubba and Jeremiah

“I’m clearly perfectly sane”

Derek and Titch

“Just a random guy, open up!”

Andre Beetroot (and Luke as his tutu-wearing companion)

“There’s something I want you to have.” “Okay, bye!”

AJ’s gorgeous singing (“ohhhhhh, Somerset”)

Tom being picky about Sam’s grammar, and Sam picking on Tom’s stagecraft (“It was a two-way door!”)

“What don’t you understand about this?” “Several things.”

“I wish more kids were dying of… NOPE!”

Sam’s “no, fuck off” after someone suggested 9/11 (and Luke doing the hand motion)

AJ asking what a marigold is

Sam having a fucking breakdown at the end of the Lighthouse

Moriarty-Sherlock mental fuck chess

“Let me just close up the clown factory.” “The what?”

When AJ slaps Sam on Luke’s instruction (“That was real.” “That was kind of hot.”)

[ja3yun]

i'm physically and emotionally unwell

[thehopefulquotes]

Sometimes you have to forget who you are to learn who you want to be.

AJ Saleh, “Nujoom”