#i'll be your girl

[lesbianjudasiscariot]

Why Am I Lonely For Lonesome Love

Christine - Lucy Dacus / You Are The Apple - Lady Lamb / I'll Be Your Girl - The Decemberists / Take A Chance On Me - ABBA / A House In Nebraska - Ethel Cain / Sister - Kate Nash / It's A Shame - First Aid Kit

#mine #web weaving #lucy dacus #lady lamb #the decemberists #abba #ethel cain #kate nash #first aid kit #mitski #christine #you are the apple #i'll be your girl #take a chance on me #a house in nebraska #sister #it's a shame #lonesome love #lyrics #text #♡

[natjennie]

I could be your man but I'd be that much more, and more

#ofmd #our flag means death #blackbonnet #gentlebeard #I'll be your girl #the decemberists

[moonwheresthemaninyou]

#carly rae jepsen #dedicated #i'll be your girl #just girly things #😍

[queenladonna]

I’ve been listening to this song for probably 2 years now, but I don’t think I’ve shared it on here before. It’s so good, and it sounds like a song from the 80s!

#kitten band #i'll be your girl #80s vibes #1980s #80s #music

[frenchublog]

once you play god☄️🎇

#arcane #jinx arcane #silco #silco arcane #jinx and silco #look at me having the sad again #princess of zaun #to quote the new lol song #“bad girl woke up and chose violence” #my art #please don't repost #look at me trying to paint #i promise i'll stop #they're my comfort characters your honnor

[theceilingunlimited]

#The Decemberists #Sucker's Prayer #I'll Be Your Girl #Indie Rock #SFW #Music

[naffeclipse]

Warm Fangs

Naga!Sun x Reader. Sickness.

Prev

As you sleep, the fever worsens. Chills hit you with a violent shudder. The heat from the sickness flees under the quaking cold. You moan softly, curling up tighter. A soft hiss shushes you but you can’t find anything warm, anything warm at all.

The smooth brush of scales loosens from around you. The outside cold slips away from your feverish skin but stays within.

“It hasn’t broken yet,” Moon murmurs distantly. Cold fingertips brush your hair, damp from sweat, away from your forehead. A whine leaves you. You hate how pathetic it sounds inside your head.

“Oh, no. I was afraid it might linger with our poor lily pad,” Sun lowers his voice but he’s not as quiet as his brother, holding a stage whisper more than an actual whisper. You might have smiled if you weren’t bothered by the mottled moonlight giving way to a blue-bright early morning sky. 

It doesn’t feel warm. The sun is supposed to reheat the earth and take away the frost filling your chest with a shivering revolt.

A few quiet exchanges slip away in your near unconsciousness. Gingerly, you become weightless, lifted into the air like a feather before pressed into other arms. Heat, raw and covering, finally touches your body. You breathe out a low sigh, eyelids fluttering to peek up at the source of the heat. The form softly sways as you’re carried away.

“It’s going to be alright,” Sun hums. He looks down at you, his spiky frills flaring around his head in golden hues before the shadow of the cave eclipses the morning sun. “Don’t move, my water lily, you’re still sick.”

“Hmm, I’m fine,” you half moan. Your eyes fall close again. A tender soreness soaks into every muscle, especially at your neck and your shoulders. The deep, deep ache that refuses to go away. 

You shudder with another chill. Sun clicks his tongue in concern, the forked end whipping with a snapping worry. 

“You amaze me, truly. Even in the throes of illness, you’re still so stubborn.” He laughs softly, endearing but in a way that almost makes you push yourself out of his steady arms. He doesn’t get to think you’re cute. Not right now, when you feel how sticky your body is and how weak your limbs dangle as he carries you deeper into the cave you’ve made a shelter within.

“Sun,” you softly groan.

“Save your strength to fight the fever, not me.” A soft peck of his scaly mouth touches your temple. You nearly dissolve under his doting command. “You need to rest and do as I say so you can feel better. I don’t like to see you like this.”

You, in a reflective, rebellious instinct, almost try to kick out your feet and find solid ground, but Sun lowers you to the cold, cave floor. You’re seized by another icy torrent of coldness. Hugging your arms, you quietly groan. A soft swell of tears teem over your eyelids. That’s from the sickness, you tell yourself. You’re not crying because Sun and his sweet warmth let you go.

“I’ll be gone for only a moment, lily pad. Hold on for me, okay?” he singsongs.

You want to snatch the heat that had held back the torturous chills. Lifting your heavy eyes, you scour the dimness of the cave, catching sight of Sun’s long body softly slipping over the stone towards the shelves that were chipped into the wall of the cavern. The rich yellow hues of his scales are bright even in the shadows of rocks. The markings along his waist and around his throat are scarlet and vibrant with warning of his venom. You watch the outline of Sun’s defined shoulders move, taking and gathering, collecting a pale pink blossom you can’t currently name.

Pressed against the wall in a sleepy bundle of his scales, Moon watches you, eyes half lidded but attentive. You didn’t hear him enter. His hands open and close, as if to reach for you. He holds back. You frown at his distance but recall his cool scales through the midnight fever, and drowsily, in fitful half-sleep, wait for Sun.

He returns with a skim over the floor. His presence washes over you with hope.

“Don’t cry, my water lily. I’m here,” Sun coaxes with gentle mirth. A crooked finger swipes the leaking liquid from your eyes.

“Not crying,” you grumble, voice croaking like a frog. “Not a water lily.”

“Oh, I’m going to have to disagree and blame your lack of sense on the sickness,” he chirps as if you were simply the most adorable thing he’s ever seen.

You pry your eyelids open for a glare. You certainly are not a beautiful and grandiose flower. Not right now in your freezing weakness.

Moon’s hissing laughter echoes. It fills you with another short burst of irate energy that lasts for only the moment of his humor. Sun tuts and shoots Moon a look before gently cradling you. The golden naga guides you upright with a tender hand supporting your back. He rests your head on his shoulder, his underside a shiny, pale cream color, and the gentle heat of his body burns away the chills holding you down. 

He lifts up a small flower, pale pink and pom-pom like on the end of a slender, green stalk.

“Eat this. It’ll make you feel better,” he softly insists.

You eye the flower as if it were a venus flytrap, and you were a particularly weak fly.

“What is it?” you murmur.

“I’ve heard humans call it a sensitive plant, sometimes called touch-me-not. If you had told me you weren’t feeling well early, you could have had this sooner.” The chasiting does not evade your awareness. Sun lowers the plant closer, as if offering a rose instead of medicine. “It will help with your fever and chills.”

“Ugh,” you turn your head ahead. The thought of eating when you have no appetite rears an ugly head within you. “I don’t need it.”

“I disagree strongly, lilypad,” Sun crones in disapproval. “Once you eat it, you’ll start to feel better.”

The soft lift to his tone invades you. You want to squirm, keep turning away from the offered medical plant, but Sun’s warmth surrounds you entirely. Gently, his finger guides your cheek until you face him once more.

“Please, won’t you, for me?” His cornflower blue eyes hold you with his plea. From the corners of his wide mouth, the very tips of fangs glint, but you’re not afraid of his bite. He saved you with his venom, once.

You grimace and force your lips to part. Murmuring praises and coaxes alike in a soft, musical tone, Sun presses the flower head to your mouth until you bite it off, and chew laboriously. It tastes green and dry. He watches you, hawk-like, ensuring you masticate the soft, brittle like petals before swallowing against the vicious dryness of your throat. You gasp after gulping.

His smile grows like a sunbeam at sunrise.

“See? It wasn’t so bad.” He tenderly rubs his mouth against your forehead. “Thank you."

The heat of his affection battles the cold underneath your skin, and when you shiver, he holds you tighter. You fall deeper under his fondness.

"This will pass and you’ll be in tip-top shape again,” he says softly, brimming with heated hope.

Oh, Sun. You want to curse him. You want to tell him that he can’t talk like that, melting your insides and making you nothing but an ooey-gooey mess, but you can’t. You are swept away by his sweet tones. 

No one but Sun unbalances you and catches you in the same motion. He’s disarming. He's the only thing that feels right.

You slump against him in another full-body shudder. Softly humming, Sun begins rearranging your limp form, draping your legs across his deliciously warm tail as the dark end wraps your lower legs. The tightness of his coils used to frighten you before you realized how summery and soft he is. He tucks you gently against his arm, lying down to become your personal pillow.

You are so useless. It’s a miracle you haven’t faded away by now—a miracle of two nagas, no less.

“It’s also called humble flower,” he continues with a soft note. “Perhaps you could take that aspect from it as well, my water lily.”

You moan, unable to offer a rebuttal that you are no flower, but his gentle embrace covers you entirely. His chest thrums lightly with a heartbeat you’ve listened to before. A soft hum fills his throat. He continues pressing his mouth against your cheek, the crook of your neck, and the top of your head as if smothering the clammy effect attempting to surface on your body.

“Soon, you’ll rise and we can stroll through the jungle and find more flowers, more flowers like you, and you’ll feel better. Doesn’t that sound nice?” he chatters endlessly.

You can only snuggle deeper against his chest, against his warm, smooth scales, better than any patch of sunlight, and trust in him.

#for when the chills hit and you have a nice warm naga to help you through it #i wrote this late last night again #your girl is going through it #if there are mistakes just close your eyes and don't see them ty #warm fangs #naga au #naga!sun #sun x reader #naff writing #i'll add this to ao3 later too #if i have more energy i might write a third part with a certain someone

[karuuhnia]

Part 1 - (Part 2) - Part 3

Yes, Soldier and Zhanna definitely went to visit Merasmus in prison to ask him about their unborn baby's gender. lol

Anyway, say hello to Breadley Doe! ❤️

*Link to the comic the panel refers to

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Please do not alter, repost/reupload or redistribute my artwork anywhere! (Reblogging is perfectly fine, of course.)

#tf2 #team fortress 2 #tf2 soldier #tf2 zhanna #soldierzhanna #karuuhnia draws #((Merasmus either guessed wrong or told them they were having a girl out of spite. lol #Also I should probably continue the “Your father's name” series too huh? #Well I'll get to it eventually I hope))

[m0e-ru]

i cant believe p4g came out and every single one of you forgot about adachis sister

#persona 4 spoilers #persona 4 #p4 #marie persona #tohru adachi #shadow adachi #gsa sl au #shit bangs club #arttag #boot.tingting #komikku #// okya heres the proper weekly #// royal released and you didnt do this to sumi . to maruki. i'll never forgive you #// 'i think the forgetting and being forgotten part is maries whole character theme' oh would you zip it once in your life #// girl has him writing on the animalcrossing stationery #// 'why goodbye sengen. will you ever tell them about s.adachi' no. you just have to feel it in your bones #// 'If you'd tried just a little harder to meet them halfway...' / 'I couldn't and that's just how the world is!' DO YOU HEAR YOURSELF? #// YOU SAY YOU HATE MARIE BECAUSE SHES A TSUNDERE MARYSUE? THEY MADE ADACHI INTO A HIGHSCHOOL GIRL & THIS IS HOW YOU REACT? its the misogyn

[doverstar]

to be clear, I think Rose Tyler being an often-selfish character is great. I think it's great because real women are selfish. Real women get petty. Real women hear their ex boyfriend say he's going out with a mutual acquaintance and get unfairly jealous and real women then say things like "she's a bit big" when they shouldn't and they have no right. Real women can be monsters, and Rose Tyler is relatable and I love how she is written and I love her, thanks for listening

#Rose Tyler is so imperfect #she is SO FLAWED and sometimes you get mad at her and that's exactly how all characters should be written #she is compassionate and she is loyal and she is SELF*LESS* to a FAULT sometimes #but she is ALSO selfish #gloriously human #she's SUPPOSED to be the most ordinary girl in the world and you know what? ordinary girls are jerks #I would know. I AM one #write more ordinary girls Doctor Who writers #write them please I'll be your best friend #dw #doctor who #rose tyler #rose marion tyler #whovian #text post #doverstar's thoughts #listen this is not to say that I think being jealous and angry and petty and rude and selfish is GOOD #I'm saying it's good writing to portray FLAWS #because those are FLAWS and people should not be content to be that way #this is not Turning Red

[merakiui]

Okay speaking of magical girls.... Evil villain tako that has a crush on the cute magical girl at NRC but he doesnt know shes the magical girl that's trying to thwart his evil plan of taking over sage's island mwhaha

YES YES YES. And every week he gets his ass handed to him. You're determined to keep Sage's Island safe!!!! He's trying to get to know you through the fights. The (one-sided) sexual/romantic tension is too much. Tako who flirts at every chance during your fights... you genuinely want to take him out (defeat him), but he wants to take you out (on a date). And it's so obvious he's down bad for you, but you have no idea he's Azul Ashengrotto (your fellow classmate) and he has no idea of your identity either. Azul's trying to balance his love for the magical girl he fights on weekends and his darling classmate who he sees during the week hehe. How fortuitous that they are the same person.

Please imagine that trope where the villain ensnares the hero in tentacles, but it ends up looking more erotic than threatening....... orz evil villain tako whose tentacle is holding you upside down by the ankle and he's monologuing about how he'll take over the island and you'll get to watch, powerless against him. But then he looks at you and your skirt has flipped up and he's granted a gratuitous panty shot!!!!!!! Tako who gets a nosebleed on the spot. He's such a loser pervert. <3

Omg omg or you're squirming in the tentacles and ranting about how you'll get him for this, but Azul's trying so hard not to give into the horny thoughts because the way the tentacles are looped around you and squeezing is so attractive to him.

Like that one scene where Stocking's fighting the octopus ghost LOL.

#twisted chit chat #n/sfw #no one can shake azul from his pompous villain monologues quite like his darling can #on second thought maybe he won't get another angst fic #maybe i'll write this sort of concept with him #magical girl aus are so fun orz #OMG HIS VILLAIN OUTFIT IS THE GLOMAS OUTFIT.................. #villain jade or villain floyd is also a yummy thought #twin villains who drive you insane because they're so annoying #omg maybe you're actually their maid outside of being a magical girl but they don't know that #and you don't know they're the villains always causing so much trouble #crowley is your pocket-sized mentor mascot and he's TERRIBLE at his job #(name): a little help here crowley!!! how am i supposed to beat *that* (gesturing to overblot tako) #crowley: believe in yourself? :3 anyways good luck don't die~~~ #too many thoughts...

[divorcedtom]

history will say they were very good friends

#its just so funny when they try to define the non-business side of their relationship #tom does his 'a girl could start to wonder' line and gregs like ok so that means he likes me as a friend i guess? #while toms like since we're friends i'll be sleeping in your bed tonight :) #also greg not knowing if they're even friends here and then claiming tom is his best friend in the very next episode is soooo #succession #tomgreg #tom wambsgans #greg hirsch #my gifs

[myimaginationplain]

It kind of fucks me up to see some people come out of watching RGU having absorbed absolutely nothing of what the show has to say about patriarchy, misogyny, & queerphobia, outside of "men bad, lesbian good." Which like.....sure, I guess? in the absolute barest sense, I suppose RGU is partially about that.

But if this show's thesis were really as simple as "lesbian good," then Juri & her role as an antagonist on the mini patriarchy that is the Student Council would simply not exist at all. Juri would've won all the duels, kicked Akio in the nuts, freed Anthy, & ridden away into the sunset with Shiori in her arms before Utena even showed up if that were the case. But she obviously didn't do any of that despite being a lesbian, so there must be something more complicated at work here.

A lot of RGU's narrative is dedicated to deconstructing binary social systems & the ways in which they harm those trying to and/or being forced to fit within one of two narrow boxes; man vs woman, adult vs child, princess vs witch, prince vs devil, special vs not special, romantic vs platonic, etc. So for someone to watch all of that beautiful complexity, only to filter it through yet another essentialist binary...sucks, to say the least.

#I know some of you are like 15 & are thinking about these sorts of things for the first time in your lives so I'll have grace #but at the same time...the average women's studies 101 class gets more complex than 'man bad woman good'. #in general that's an at best shallow + unhelpful & at worst actively destructive way of thinking #I'm gonna need some more critical thinking ok #btw this post wasn't spurred by anything in particular. it's just an attitude I've been thinking a lot about recently #rgu #revolutionary girl utena #feminism #gender essentialism #rant

[ranarenee]

I made more.

#I really hope nobody gets mad bcs of this KAHDBWBSJ #I can't let go of that tiny panel #I have even more ideaa I want't to draw about this #GIVE ME A CALL IF YOU EVER GET LONELY #I'LL BE LIKE ON OF YOUR GIRLS #usagi yojimbo #miyamoto usagi #tomoe ame

[hamofjustice]

nemona feels like an obscure blorbo instead of the main rival character from the latest pokemon game because to get to her really good content from people who really get it, you first have to wade through the ocean of yandere pervert obsessive stalker annoying punchable bimbo amazon goddess interpretations of...

... a neurodivergent and possibly disabled high schooler who's desperately trying to make any friends or get any support from her rich neglectful family - while everyone in her school is jealous of their own imagined version of a privileged asshole version of her they made up - who deeply and platonically loves and supports the one new kid who agreed to take the time to get to know and respect her and her special interest without having to hold back her true self

unlike her, it's not great!

kinda feels like she has the same problem in our world that she does in hers.

#(except much hornier) #i hate to say it but i think her skin color has something to do with it #nemona pokemon #nemona #pokemon sv #pokemon scarvio #pokemon scarlet and violet #pokemon #nemonaposting #dog girl and goku memes are fine i guess #i legitimately cannot google her without a video of someone being cruel to her on purpose and making her visibly sad coming up #i don't think people like that really browse these tags but i hope they're not the reason she was not in the dlc footage at all #and thus may never get more screen time to actually be her best friend's 'rival for life' as promised before the 3 year cycle marches on #you know the dlc about nemona's best friend and 'greatest treasure' transferring to a school about the hardcore battles she's dying without #potentially abandoning her and sending her back to almost square one on having a reason to enjoy life #don't get me started yelling about that again #also i didn't mean platonically in a don't ship them kind of way you should absolutely do that if it lines up with your interpretations #i usually do in fact #just trying to emphasize the contrast between canon and fanart here #opinions of her already start off so low faith just because she's from the 10 fps pokemon game and i'll be real i wish she wasn't #i wish she and her friends were somewhere i could trust that they would be treated respectfully by their copyright holders

[hyakunana]

We definitely missed you, Osiris.

#destiny #destiny 2 #destiny the game #bungie #destiny art #season of the seraph #osiris #destiny osiris #saint 14 #o14 #clovis bray i #ana bray #anastasia bray #fanart #comics #ana: pls osiris i'll let you beat clovis but dont mess up red's frame pls red's my kid #ITS A NEW SEASON WHICH MEANS SEASONAL COMICS #you all have no idea how long i've been starving for bray update #my followers: 'we do we have seen your elsie material' #speakin of which wHERE IS MY BEST GIRL AND REASON OF MY LIFE?????? #I know she has lines bc of trivias regarding switching VAs in some languages sO WHERE IS SHE #EVEN MARA - another on the run towards becomin solar system next top ego - IS HERE #and even with my high expectations this first week wAS SO SUNPRISINGLY GOOD THANKS THE EGOTISTICAL GRANDPAS #THREE EXCHANGED LINES BETWEEN THOSE TWO IS ALREADY WORTH THE SEASON #expectation: sotseraph will be my fav season thanks bray sisters #reality: sotseraph is my fav season thanks osiris and cb the first #me: //pats my osiris mini plush// i missed you birb grandpa #me: //super ready sfx// i missed you too bray grandpa #my favorite part of having clovis around is that my inner joke 'did you thank a braytech exoscience engineer today?' can be real ASDFGHJKL #bc whenever i read an o14 fic where osiris admires s14 body i remind myself that was built by human hands