i will never shut up about how one of the most brilliant and beautiful lines in all of fiction is 'you are a monster. a plauge. you defile beautiful things.' and how the entirety of OFMD is a response and rebuttle to that. queer people do not defile beautiful things. we only want them, and we deserve them. we are beautiful things. we can wear fine things well.
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the thing is — nanami is the type to wear a condom during sex while you’re dating. at first. it’s not like he doesn’t crave fucking you raw. he does. but he also doesn’t want to mess it up with you in case you’re not as equally committed as he is bc that man is very serious about you. and he’s also pretty crazy for you and loses control of himself when inside you. the pull-out method couldn’t possibly work. like. he physically can’t make it despite his best efforts — after a certain point he just loses the battle and buries himself deeper. and then one day you take him to your parents’ house to introduce him as your boyfriend whom you’re dating with marriage in mind and he ends up fucking you raw for the first time in your old bedroom.
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dnf not dating but then i remember the chains. dnf not dating but i remember bed gate. dnf not dating but i remember the reaching but not touching. dnf but i remember how they look at each other every single time. dnf not dating, not far apart, but a secret third option.
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The new BH intro animation is SO CUTE and WHOLESOME. Them surrounding Laudna especially, my heart
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You and Mando are traveling through space with time to kill. It's bunkbed chat time.
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"Mando?"
"Yeah?"
"What do you dream about?" you ask idly from your bunk that sits above his.
Silence.
"Mando, you awake?" you call out.
"Yeah," he sighs out through the filter of his helmet.
You liked to ask questions of Mando before the two of you fell asleep, and the quiet stretches of space always gave your mind time to wander. You quickly realized that you enjoyed asking the kind Mandalorian any question that passed through your head, endlessly entertained by his feigned annoyance.
"So?" you continue, "What do you dream about?"
"No one asking me things." The little chuckle he lets out at his own joke doesn't escape you. He likes the little back and forth the two of you have.
You think about your next question, letting the comfortable silence stretch out between the two of you.
"Mando?"
Sigh. "Yes?"
"Do you cut your own hair?" you ask with a smile. You've often imagined what he looks like under that stoic helmet. "Like, do you have a ponytail under there? A shaved head? Are you bald?"
"Where do you get these questions? What goes on in your head?" he asks with a bemused tone.
"Oh, so you're bald."
"Am not," he says defensively, although he immediately softens his voice. "And yes, I do cut my own hair. I don't like it too long, but I don't always get a chance to trim it. Before you ask...yes, it's a little long right now."
You bite your lip and think about what his too-long hair might look like. "Do you have any questions for me?"
He ponders for a moment. "No. But...I don't mind if you ask more questions. Helps the time pass."
"What was the most embarrassing thing that ever happened to you?" you inquire, desperate to learn more about a clumsy, teenaged Mando.
"Alright, question time is over."
You grin, totally unaware of Mando's matching smile under his helmet. You'll get it out of him eventually, and he knows it. He would answer anything you asked of him.
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