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madamebaggio · 2 years
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“Are they still after us?” Padmé asked as she pressed herself more against the wall.
Obi-Wan kept using his body to hide hers from view, but he tried to look around. “I’m not sure. I don’t think so.”
“You’re not sure? Can’t you sense something?”
He gave her a look. “That’s not how this works.”
“Clearly.”
Obi-Wan rolled his eyes, opened his mouth to say something to her, but Padmé’s eyes were on something else and she gasped. “They’re back.”
“What should we…” The rest of his question was swallowed by her lips, as Padmé’s plan clearly involved them kissing.
It was an odd kiss since she pressed her mouth to his and he didn’t react at all -just froze.
“Act naturally.” She hissed against his lips.
Right. Naturally.
Obi-Wan put his hands on her waist and softened his lips, making this a real fake kiss.
But there was nothing fake about the spark he felt.
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skeletonshower · 4 months
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gay shots from The Karate Kid (1984)
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ladychlo · 1 year
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frimoussette88 · 2 years
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“You were made to be kissed, often and well.”
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fros-art · 7 days
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someone in the s&co patreon discord told me to draw this so uh. who am i to say no (it wasnt a request it was a command). john podcast watson you are down so so bad
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mikesbasementbeets · 1 month
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it’s a little frustrating sometimes to watch people try to “debunk” gay mike evidence by quibbling over things that are. kind of beside the point? like arguing that mike’s consistently negative (or even neutral, if you want the benefit of the doubt) reactions to girls aren’t “disgust” therefore they don’t mean anything. but like 1. yeah i agree, cates gate isn’t about mike being “disgusted.” mike’s face when el kisses him isn’t “disgusted.” mike’s reaction to el, to max, to girls in general doesn’t really read to me as “disgust” either. so 2. what DOES it read to you as? incredulity? confusion? discomfort? those…. still aren’t positive reactions.
the point is that mike actively and blatantly Does Not react positively toward el kissing him. and he also Doesn’t react positively to dustin’s description of a girl being “hotter than phoebe cates.” he asks “is she cute?” with maybe preemptive incredulity (in line with will's question "girls go to science camp?") over a girl who goes to science camp being cute, or perhaps just a neutrally curious state over dustin's new girlfriend, but then dustin doesn’t say “she’s hotter than phoebe cates.” he says, “think phoebe cates. only hotter.” that’s a prescriptive statement. you want to know if she’s cute, mike? think about phoebe cates, and then imagine someone hotter than that. and mike’s expression doesn’t improve in the slightest. think about someone hotter than phoebe cates, dustin tells mike. and mike? remains confused and entirely unintrigued. no, he’s not disgusted, but the point is not his negative reaction, it’s a complete lack of any sort of positive reaction. if he’s listening to dustin, he should have, in that moment, thought of phoebe cates. and his reaction?
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nothing.
(but. this is also just to say... i don’t even think it's fair to call most of mike’s facial reactions “proof” of his sexuality in any argument… i think they’re fun little easter eggs that add an extra visual element to his gay characterization. but. it’s not WHY people think he’s gay. it's funny to point out BECAUSE he's gay)
[edit: AND this is not even to mention the direct line drawn to this in season four via stobin's discussion of fast times, linking phoebe cates to 'people who like boobies.' #notmikewheeler]
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g1deonthefirst · 3 months
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the idea of pyrrha having been in love with john is so annoying not only because it's another example of people making a hash of the text in order to strip g1deon of his personality, but also because the way john talks about pyrrha is gross. like you have the way that he dismisses p-'s talent with a gun and makes fun of the fact that she didn't complete secondary school in ntn, and then you have john and augustine objectifying her in htn. and you think she loved him?
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fae-morrigan · 4 days
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Okay, I wasn't going to say anything about it, but y'all are just being ridiculous now, so I have to say it.
A common criticism of Jay Nakamura is the idea that he only got romantically involved with Jon to get Jon to help him with what he was doing. And this is meant to be like, an indictment of Jay, that he somehow manipulated Jon into helping him out and that's bad, but like... lets pretend that's true for a second, okay?
The explicit text of Son of Kal El is that Jay is a displaced indigenous refugee who is trying to liberate his country and his people from a western-sponsored dictator (and the literal slavery he has imposed upon them).
So according to this take, Jay had to romantically manipulate Jon into... helping him take a stand against colonialism. He had to trick Superman into helping him do something i hope we all agree is objectively correct. Specifically by bribing him with romantic affection.
I just wanna know: In what universe is that an indictment of Jay and not Jon?
Like, that's a world where Jon had to get something out of the arrangement to consider doing the objectively right thing. That's fucked up! Extremely fucked up! And I would never villify Jay, who again I remind you escaped actual enslavement, for needing to do that to get help for himself and his people! Why would you?
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zhimaqiu · 1 year
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just thinking how nice it was if in the moment rei pinky promises to kazuki that he will be fine, kazuki would exhale a low laughter, grab his pinky, but also reaches out to brush away blood from rei's face. his hand stays on his face for a moment too long, rei closes his eyes and kisses it gently, not thinking much of it, then walks past kazuki who's starring at his hand in shock, trembling. we wouldn't see any images flashing, but we would know what he realized, how many pieces came together in his head. "rei!" he screams, turning around and grabbing rei's hand to turn around and kisses him on the lips. rei wouldn't know what to do so just stands there, not moving a muscle. "don't be back too late. we've got a party to attend." rei smiles gently and responds: "i won't."
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themadknightuniverse · 10 months
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One Shot: When he walks in, I'm loved, I'm loved
summary:
They've been married for a few weeks. But everything doesn't go smoothly, as you could expect. But things even out, and the path to the right choice becomes evident.
Lalo and Nacho learn to live together. Nacho learns to listen to himself a bit more. A context for this fanart
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Ignacio stares at his clothes. He's standing in the dressing room, the pace behind the large bed occupying the room, hidden behind an expense of wall. He's been standing there for a little while, his skin still slightly damp from his shower.
The day started like many others during these past two weeks. Soft little kisses, barely there brushes of the lips, a bit of a tingling mustache on his shoulder, on his cheek, on his temple, pulling him from his slumber so delicately he can't be mad about it. There is the fresh perfume of a discreet soap, and the cologne he found himself addicted to breathe in. Yet, he doesn't move. The only thing that leaves him is a little sound in his throat, tired and discreet, which never fails to get a gentle chuckle in response. He stays almost still, listening to the ruffle of clothes and sheets, then the padding of feet on the wooden floor as they retreat from the room, the door left ajar.
About half an hour later, he's standing there, like the previous days, his eyes flying over the racks of clothes, taking in the dichotomy of the two styles put side by side. One half is all black, dark grey and red, with a very few white or dark blue tones. The other one is an explosion of colors and patterns, only a few darker colors peppering the collection. The shirts hanging in the middle share the same rack. Approximately in the middle of it, a vibrant and flowery light blue one rests against a maroon one, the two of them both tracing the separation and meeting to stay pressed together. That was still an eerie sight last week. These two opposites, these two moods, brought together to share the same space. But lately he found the sight to become something normal, another thing among the new things in his life he learned to revel in.
Still, the change isn't easy to deal with. For him, that is. His other half seem to get used to all this just fine. But today something feels easier. Something feels right. Everything feels right, even. As his finger fidgets at the at the plain golden ring at his left hand, his eyes lands on a piece of cloth he owns, and Ignacio wonders.
Lalo is sitting in the sofa, reading a news paper, an old family habit he quickly took from both his parents and his tío. It was one of the things he took care to set up when they bought this house. Lalo may be very flexible and able to adapt to new situations easily, he still likes to have his rituals, and this one is especially important to him, even more after all that occurred. Something about keeping a connection with the rest of his family, in some kind of a impalpable link.
The first few days here were a bit tense, his dear one a bit stressed and insecure to share their space more fully than just spending some time at each other's place. When Ignacio closed himself from him he didn't push him to talk. When Ignacio bit him with some harsh words, Lalo just stayed silent. When Ignacio suddenly decided to change the placement of a furniture, he went to assist him in doing so. Ignacio always ended up curling in his arms once they were in bed anyway. And that's when he knew he could address it all, whispering reassurances and making gentle fun of his dear one, eventually dissipating the tension on Ignacio's side. Lalo has been patient, he let Ignacio make some important choices in their home, let him feel more in control, and took the lead when his husband was unsure.
His husband. This never failed to make Lalo smile. This all went pretty fast, to be honest. And Lalo never thought he would ever commit himself to a relationship like this to be even more honest. But what could he do against the way Ignacio purely existed, about his fascinating mind, the complexity of his feelings and emotions, the reserved behavior so hard to break through, and his breath taking beauty. Lalo liked pretty things, he liked things that kept his mind running, and there were many things to think about when it came to Ignacio Varga, now freshly made a Salamanca.
Lalo looks up from his news paper as he hears steps approaching from the all leading to their bedroom. And yet again, his Nachito found the way to make himself the object of his fascination. Since they arrived here, one of the sign that indicated Ignacio's level of unease was his clothes choices. No matter what their plan were for the day, Ignacio always wandered around the house in the exact same kind of clothes Lalo has seen him in during the time they were both more involved in the cartel. Still the fancy shirts, in his signature black and red, tight pants, heavy chains around his neck, and even his leather boots. Lalo knew his husband to be just as caring of his appearance as himself, but even him knew it was fine to wear more comfortable outfits when you were staying home. And Lalo had seen these few comfy items in their shared dressing, just like he noticed when he started to take the habit to borrow Ignacio, still Varga at that time, some clothes. There was no doubt this was one of his other armor piece his Nachito harbored.
And here Ignacio was, crossing the room, his feet bare on the wooden floor, wearing a stretchy pair of black jeans, and a black sweater. Their eyes meet, and it's like two flints colliding, sparks flying around to set a burning fire aflame. All Lalo can do is stare has his breath is caught in his throat, hypnotized by the way Ignacio pads to the kitchen with the most tranquil demeanor Lalo ever witnessed on him.
Ignacio prepares some coffee as his mind feels the lightest it ever did in maybe forever. The clouds always plaguing him has dissipated for the time being, and all there is in him in this instant is the peace. An unshakable feeling of steadiness. Of certainty. When he picked up his favorite sweater just minutes ago, the questioning just vanished. Yes, this felt just right. This was the path he wanted to walk on.
And so, as he stood there, filling the coffee grinder with the little beans —something else he discovered he likes to do thanks to his decision to say yes to Lalo—, Ignacio has never felt that confident in his life decisions, in the fact that he is safe, in this house, with Lalo by his side. He standing on the most solid ground he ever experienced.
So when his ears perks up at the sound of a discreet approach, Ignacio doesn't wait to be touched to acknowledge the other man's presence. As their eyes meet again, Ignacio smiles, and it never felt this natural. He notices the curious glint in his lover's eyes. Animated by his certainty, and the confidence it brings on him, Ignacio doesn't hesitate a single second, his limbs moving so fluidly it feels almost unreal to raise his arms, his hands landing on Lalo's shoulders. The force with which he pulls his husband to him feels just as unreal, the very act to be the one to engage the affectionate interaction filling him both with glee and power.
As their lips meet into an intense pressure, Ignacio never felt so sincere. With Lalo. With himself.
If witnessing his Nachito behaving so at ease was both puzzling yet profoundly endearing, having him leading them into intimacy was earth-shattering. As Ignacio embraces his neck and shoulder into an iron grip, his beautiful head tilting slightly to the side to set the kiss into motion, Lalo can only surrender plainly to this bared Ignacio. His heart is beating faster, something so rare for him yet that keeps happening more and more as time goes by in the shared existence with Ignacio.
Ignacio squeezes Lalo against him, wanting him close, wanting him as a part of him, because that's what the other man is. His other half. His perfect match. His muscles turn into iron wires. He never wants to let go of this presence against him, of all it means to him. This is where he wants to stay forever, even beyond death. Because there is nothing more natural to him anymore. So he proves his sincerity, the blatant truth of the way his heart beats, and he kisses that other soul with the most care in the world.
What's been akin to a tender nuzzling shifts again as Ignacio touches Lalo's lips with the tip of his tongue before pressing their lips together again. Once again Lalo is pliant against him, following his lead, submitting to his affection. Soon their tongues meet briefly has they kiss again and again, mouths meeting eagerly and pulling away slow and careful, making the brush last only to get back at it with the same intense passion.
Ignacio can feel the moment Lalo succumbs to him fully, his taller body melting against his own, pressing him against the counter, arms encircling him in with a bit of frailness. As Ignacio keeps him oh so close, tilting his head a tiny bit more to the side again, pouring all his dedication to this thing they share into the kiss, Lalo's arms tighten around him, becoming an equal iron grip as they squeeze him against the other's body. A blissful embrace. Another proof of their common free fall into each other's presence.
As they part progressively, slowing down as both their hearts beats almost painfully with the raw affection, they look at each other in silence, only their short breaths audible in the room. Ignacio looks up at Lalo through his lashes. His husband looks down at him with the softest and purest display of affection he's seen on him since they met. They're still standing so near, their faces so close, it doesn't take much from him to make their foreheads meet, and they both close their eyes and they relish in each other further, stretching the unadulterated moment impossibly longer.
Ignacio, still plastered against Lalo, rolls his hips against the taller man. It doesn't last long, it's only a couple of slow thrusts, but it's enough to provoke a chill in his lover's body. Lalo laughs softly, just a little rush of air out of his lips as he still looks so entranced by the moment, and Ignacio answers it with a smile of his own. Lalo nuzzles the side of his head, shifting them around until they stand pressed together ore fully, Ignacio's face pressed into his neck, Lalo's large hands running adoringly on the expense of his back in the most soothing way.
Yeah, this just feels right.
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madamebaggio · 1 year
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“Shut up, Murdock.” Jessica rolled her eyes.
Matt snorted. “Come shut me up, you coward.”
Jessica narrowed her eyes at him. Matt did know what he was doing -goading her like this -and she was already pretty pissed at him.
But… Well.
She strode in his direction, grabbed him by the lapel of his jacket and shoved him against the wall. Matt was aware she wasn’t using a tenth of her strength -or he’d have to fix the wall later. However he was quite firmly pressed against said wall, the tip of his shoes hovering one inch above the floor.
“You’re such a glutton for punishment.” Jessica growled at him.
He smirked. “Depends on who’s punishing me.”
She snorted and lowered him until his feet were back on the firm ground, but didn’t let go of her grip on his jacket. “Feeling less communicative now?”
“Not particularly.”
“Such an asshole…” Jessica grumbled before pressing her lips to his.
She could feel his smirk against her lips, but she let him have it. He did manage to goad her into kissing him.
They could talk about it… Later.
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randoaccnt · 3 months
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daily-humdinger · 6 months
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HNGHNHNHGHNHHHH SO PRET... PRETTY.
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i just have one question which is
what in the actual motherfucking HELL
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hoardlikegoldenirises · 11 months
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also: using my powers for evil
edit: added a version with a scar cause i was looking at my timeline notes and realized he should be getting that soon... also cause it's hot.
edit 2: added the extra dark blue i'd forgotten under peter's armpit
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akirakirxaa · 9 months
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Day 1: First Kiss
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If anything had happened to him, Akira never would have forgiven herself for so foolishly running ahead, without even checking for danger.
"I'm a knight, 'tis our calling to protect others," he told her, and she felt anger born of fear grasp at her heart.
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"How could you try to throw your life away like that? How do you think your family would have felt? What about-?" Me? She cut herself off, fuming.
"Why has this got you so upset?" he asked so innocently, as if the idea of someone being angry that he might have gotten himself killed-
"Because I'm in love with you, you foolish man!" she snapped. A heartbeat, then her eyes went wide as Akira realized what she'd said.
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"Do you truly mean that?" His face lit up as he leaned forward, just a bit. Feeling her face warm just a touch, she gave a silent nod. He started to push himself into a sitting position.
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"Wait!" she leaned over the bed, meaning to push him back down. "You're still injured, you need to-"
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He cut her off with a kiss. She froze in surprise, not quite processing what had happened, before she surged forward, fingers burying in his hair as her fears melted away.
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