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#otp: after all this time
swaps55 · 1 month
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Silver
Morning sun cuts through the small, circular bathroom window and spills onto the bedroom floor, bright enough Kaidan thought they’d left the light on overnight. But when he rolls out of bed and pads over to the open door, rubbing sleep out of his eyes, it’s just the sunlight and Shepard scowling in front of the mirror, towel slung low on his hips as he leans in to examine something on his chin.
They have nowhere to be until tomorrow, when they have to head into Vancouver to greet Jack’s latest field trip of Grissom biotics for a weekend stay at the orchard. In fact, Kaidan distinctly remembers a conversation yesterday afternoon about lounging in bed this morning to enjoy some peace before the madness descends. Yet here Shepard is, awake before the alarm Kaidan had turned off, ready to take the day head on.
Some things never change.   
“Morning,” Kaidan says, leaning against the doorframe to take in the sight with a soft smile.
Shepard grunts in response, tilting his neck and practically pressing his face against the mirror while scrubbing a thumb across the stubble on his cheek. Sometimes, if the light hits it right, Kaidan can still see the ghostly white lines of the Lazarus scarring. But as more years go by, they’re harder and harder to see.
Time does heal, he supposes.
“Something wrong?” Kaidan asks.
Shepard presses and pulls at the skin over his lip before finally glancing over his shoulder at Kaidan in the doorway. The way his gaze lingers for a moment over Kaidan’s bare chest still sends a delighted shiver down his spine.
“Being rudely reminded of the passage of time,” he grumbles, then points to his chin. “I think I have a grey hair.”
Kaidan heart clutches unexpectedly, the way it used to do over and over in the days, weeks, hell, months after the final push. Memories that feel distant except in moments like this whisper in his ear.
(I’ll be fine.)
(I can’t lose you again.)
(We both know this is goodbye.)
He draws in a sharp breath, sharp enough that Shepard’s irritation vanishes in a heartbeat.
“What is it?” Shepard asks.
Kaidan takes in the lean but softening muscle of Shepard’s chest, the deepening laugh lines around his eyes, the soft brush of silver that’s not just in his stubble – it’s in his temples, too, now that Kaidan’s looking.
“Nothing,” he says, swallowing around the lump in his throat. “Just…something I never thought I’d get to see.”    
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theladyjojogrant · 2 years
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Are we gonna talk about how Narvin tried to tell Leela how much he loves her and how of course he’d risk his life for her and how he wanted her to come with him and all he could do was stutter but Leela KNEW
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breezypunk · 1 month
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Rest of the photostory under the cut ♥︎
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“A soulmate will never leave you. They will always be apart of your life until one day the chance is given for them to become your life. It is then you will become one.” ― Faye Hall
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lunarharp · 1 year
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tango of secrets
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pollyna · 1 year
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They have been together for maybe five years, and Bradley has lived on and off with them for the last two, when Mav presents both of them with presents on a random day of a random week. The paper is full of mini jets, and Bradley giggles all the way to the living room because uncle uncle, uncle Mav have a present for us! Mav explains to both of them, while Bradley destroys the package and Ice is metodically opening it, that they deserve to have a leather jacket too, like his, and maybe they (Ice) could put on all the patches from the squadron they work with or just go around all wearing it? Bradley smiles with all his teeth, except for two in the front row, before hugging Mav, yes yes we're going to wear it together! It's going to be fun, Uncle Mav! Then Ice's arms are hugging both of them, kissing his head, and yeah, can't promise I'm going to wear it every day like someone I know, but it's beautiful, thank you, babe.
(A year later, and this time on Mav's birthday, Bradley gives him two presents. The second one is a patch with a pretty colourful design and the code BKM-03 embroidered under it. Because Bradshaw-Kazansky-Mitchell! So you can take us with you when you're not around. We made it! Uncle Ice said the most important part of it was all the love we put into making it. We used all the love we have for you so you won't feel alone ever, ever, again! And Mav had found himself hugging Baby Goose and Ice as strongly as he could to hide the tears because that's the most beautiful present someone could give me.)
((After the mission, when Bradley sits in front of the two people who raised him, he can't help but notice that the patch he and Ice made a lifetime ago is still there. This time he's the one who hugs his dads and stays there, between them, trying not to cry and not letting them go.))
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somechickwhodraws818 · 2 months
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this one's for the sappy hoes tonight ❤️✨
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It's been a long ass time I needed to post SOMETHING
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tristansarchive · 9 months
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Come inside of my heart If you're looking for answers Look at the stars, go a little bit faster Date In The Woods Special (Come Inside of my Heart)
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campbenji · 2 years
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All this time we had been watching Yaz and Sammy fall in love with each other don't fucking touch me
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lotus-pear · 2 years
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childhood comfort anime about plastic spinning tops from 2016 out here curing my art block🫶🏼
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aceghosts · 8 months
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Romantic Tarot Card Pairing for OTPs
Hey everyone! I was tagged to do this uquiz by @inafieldofdaisies. Thanks for tagging me!
Since I'm early, I'm going to tag a bunch of people: @sstewyhosseini, @jinfromyarikawa, @marivenah, @jillvalentinesday, @alexxmason, @voidika , @anonymousmalkavian, @clicheantagonist, @commander-krios, @direwombat, @cassietrn, @eclecticwildflowers, @roofgeese, @killerspinal, @children-of-epiales, @strangefable, @theelderhazelnut, @captastra, @chazz-anova, and anyone else who would like to do this!
Blue Murphy & Grace Armstrong
the two of cups + the star
your romance is a wish granted. finally, finally, they're here. finally, *it's* here! the time where you don't have to feel lonely anymore - you'll never feel that way ever again. laughter, joy, sweetness, kisses - be at ease. all of these are things you have found someone to share with. your love is a dreamy fantasy of love and devotion and miracles. at first, your chest gets too tight when they're around - until they become as natural as the air in your lungs.
Hunter Delaney & Albert Wesker
the devil + the emperor
there's only one religion for the two of you, and that religion is the other. you two are very nearly unhealthily obsessed with one another, and that's just how you like it. when they touch you, they can feel the blood pumping under the surface of your skin. your hearts beat for one another. when the day comes that one stops, the other will soon after. until then, you both will live out your lives in perfect, gothy paradise.
Riley Callahan & Ingo
knight of pentacles + the magician
if there's something you want, you will GET IT. nothing escapes your fingertips. after all, you're the power couple. your pairing sparks pure cosmic energy. you're fiercely driven to your goals - whether that be status, fortune, or power. you're also fiercely protective of one another. with the knight's earthy energy, you both prefer to purposefully make your way towards your ambitions, rather than playing cards too early or acting too loosely. meanwhile, the magician's half makes gives you a little fire. if they get too close, onlookers and threats to your relationship may get burned.
Emerson Wright & Ricardo Ortega
the tower + the lovers
meeting this person shook your whole world. crumbling down is everything you thought you knew about life and love. their warmth, their generosity, their naivete, their knowing...! you don't know how anything made sense before them. all you know is that nothing will make sense afterwards.
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swaps55 · 1 month
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Mezzo - 10 - Jagged Lines
Pairing: mshenko | Rating: M Tags: Canon-typical violence, trauma, dealing with your problems poorly, body autonomy struggles   Summary: The twists and turns of ME2, through the eyes of everyone but Commander Shepard. Chapter Summary: Horizon.   Thank you so much to @sinvraal for being an amazing beta!
Chapter 10: Jagged Lines | Read on Ao3
11 December 2185, Omega Nebula, Sahrabarik System, Normandy SR-2
Shepard comes out of his briefing with the Illusive Man a different person than when he went in. Cold, brusque, locked on a target only he can see, like a grenade without a pin. Jacob takes up position on the far side of the conference room table. As if that will somehow minimize the splash damage.
“Seems like we got something,” Jacob observes, as Miranda, Dr. Solus, Vakarian, Massani, and even Jack file in and take up places around the table, where a projection of a planet Jacob isn’t familiar with rotates slowly. Only the krogan is missing.
“Colony in the Traverse lost comms an hour ago.” Shepard speaks into the comm. “Joker, I need a course laid in to get us to the Iera System in Shadow Sea. Right now.”
Jack leans a hip against the table, twirling a mote of dark energy through her fingers, about as far from Miranda as Jacob is from Shepard. If squad cohesion is the goal, Shepard’s got some work to do.
“Uh, that’s a tall order, sir. Iera isn’t exactly next door.”
“I don’t give a shit, Joker. Get me there.”
“Yes, sir.”
“EDI, I need everything you have on the planet Horizon.”
“Downloading requested information to shore party datapads.”   
Jacob flips on his own datapad and opens EDI’s freshly delivered file to do a quick skim. For several of the colony abductions, Freedom’s Progress included, comm failure had been the first sign of trouble. But by the time the silence had been noticed, attempts made to raise them, and scout ships deployed to investigate, they had been far too late to even see a collector, much less stop them.
The Illusive Man had set up monitoring programs for virtually every human colony in the Traverse. Seemed like a monumental amount of resources to spend on what amounted to looking for a needle in a haystack.
…Unless you actually find the needle.
“Long range scans from the Illusive Man don’t show anything in orbit,” Shepard goes on. “We’re going to do our damndest to get there before the collectors make their move.”
Pipe dream, Jacob thinks. He skims through the data. “Population’s over six hundred thousand. If this really is the collectors, it’s the largest colony they’ve hit yet. Could mean numbers.”
“We’ll adapt,” Shepard says flatly.
Miranda taps a nail against the conference room table. At the rate she speed reads, she’s probably already through most of the report. “It has to be the collectors. Human colony in the Traverse, independent from Alliance control. They’re a perfect target. This could be our chance to test the countermeasure and gather some intel on what they’re doing with these colonists.”
“And save more people from abduction,” Jacob prods.
“Of course.”
Solus paces back and forth from his spot beside Shepard, three paces each direction. “Countermeasure ready to be tested. However, if seeker swarm density exceeds test models—”
Shepard cuts him off with a scowl. “We’ll adapt.”
Jack folds her arms across her chest. She hasn’t touched her datapad. “What’ll they give us in a fight?”
“We know they have at least one ship capable of taking out a frigate without breaking a sweat,” Jacob replies. “As for the rest, guess we’re about to find out.”
Garrus swipes at the holo projection of Horizon on the conference table, the reticle of his visor flickering as he adjusts the HUD interface. A rendering of the main colony site map takes the place of the planet. He points a talon at something on the southeastern perimeter. It flashes red.
“Since when do independent human colonies have Alliance AA guns?”
Shepard’s iron gaze flicks away. “Since a few weeks ago, apparently.”
“Is Alliance on the ground?”
The gravity well does a somersault. Jacob’s eye twitches. Like nails on a chalkboard.
“Yes.”   
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theladyjojogrant · 2 years
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I am COMPLETELY normal about Leela and Narvin today. Not thinking about “Together” or “Leela, I—” or the HUG or 70 YEARS or Narvin’s squeaky voice or “I only like the terrible ones” or “my…….Narvin” or “I know” or—
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siennaditbot · 10 months
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Just finished watching all of Kim Possible for the first time ever (and in English) and man, it's such a great show.
I did watch it as a kid whenever it aired in Finnish. (I miss those fun school mornings...) The dub was ok as well, though I won't go back to that again. Did check for some clips and I'm glad I was able to watch it back then, but CCR and Will Friedle are so good. The others are too, ofc.
Anyway, back then it was all tainted by my own feelings, cuz I too had a guy childhood best friend I had feelings for. I saw him and myself in them and wanted the same yadda yadda yadda. Well, stuff happened and we haven't talked in at least a year. No big, pfft.
At least this time I got to enjoy this show without them stupid feelings affecting my experience lol. (Except with the So the Drama "a loop has been formed and I'm not in it" and all the Ron feelings about Kim finding someone else. Ugh, been there.)
Anyway, binge watching gave me a completely new experience. Not much shipping related stuff in the first 2 seasons, though there were some I giggled over and replayed to analyze. Mostly just best friends being best friends. No significant awkwardness.
Seasons 3 and 4 though? GAHH. So much ship teasing. Emotion Sickness is my absolute fav episode with Kim getting a device that controls emotions and makes her fall in love with Ron, and the guy's so confused but also so so lovestruck. (He didn't know abt the device at first btw)
I love all those soff little Ron moments, I keep replaying them over and over.
"It (them dating) could happen!"
"It's not that I haven't thought about it, I mean who hasn't?"
"What's not to like about Kim? She's smart and cute..."
"Something's different now. I mean there's something between us... Who am I kidding, that's not different. There's been something there for a long time. I think there's something there. Does she?"
Gahhh I love soff Ron so much.
Also yes I am the type to rewatch all the soft and kissy scenes over and over, there are others too since compilation videos exist!!
Anyway, just realized how most of their kisses are initiated by Kim, but my favourites? (Lol that feels cringe to say. Fav kisses? Pfft) Either both going in or initiated by Ron! (The Emotion Sickness one is great too, Ron's so love struck!!! Adorable.)
-> So the Drama dance scene (THEY'RE SO SOFF GO LOOK AT THEIR FACES), one where they run into each other's arms, and the final one where Ron places his hands on her face and goes in first.
I never knew how much I wanted to do a forehead touch->kiss or have someone hold my face like that.
Also S1 EP1 Ron voice superiority. So low and cute. That makes me swoon. Gahhhh. Rewatched the first few minutes and DANG I WISH HE KEPT THAT VOICE. I'm barely able to form a sentence rn. Gahh.
Also adore all the denial scenes, Kim's too. Girl's so jealous of Yori. "Awk-weird" to bring your best friend as a kinda date to an event? Oh yeah, feed me. I love the awkward pre-dating stage so much that I'm mad my Sonic fic doesn't have more of it lol.
All the tiny nods to stuff changing during season 3? Ron going "She's not my girlfriend!!" to Shego of all people, all of a sudden and without probing, just cuz she asked where Kim was! I love him.
Also, the theme song is banger. Also also, I set the communicator beep-beep-be-beep as my notif sound. Kinda confusing while watching, though, heh.
Was that all? I think so, maybe. I'm pretty sure no one will read this but hey, what is Tumblr for if not stuff like this. Yay for fictional men and couples!
As a final note, I don't think Ron's an absolute swoon worthy guy (barely feel compelled to draw him), I just appreciate guys being soft. Yes, go talk about your feelings and yes, stutter your way to victory!
Anyway, now I'm done.
I'mma throw some gifs under the cut though.
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JUST LOOK AT THEM AND THEIR SOFF FACES AND EYES AAAAAAAAAAA
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runefactorynonsense · 6 months
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Cozytober - Day 25 - Sunflowers
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elvenbeard · 10 months
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Road Trip 4/4 🌃
V: "And next you'll draw me like one of your French girls!" Kerry: "Wow, impressive... really brushin' up on your early 2000s meme knowledge!" V: "I'd watch the original extended version of Lord of the Rings for you, babe..." Kerry: "Nerd, you'd do that anyway!"
Every trip has to come to an end, but that only means the next one can start :D Nothing better than winding down on clean sheets and with a long shower after a day-trip through the desert!
Honestly, I had so much fun with this little project, I might do something similar again in the future XD See where else they'll end up on this or the next journey :3 Hope you also had fun following along!
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pearlcaddy · 1 year
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flesh wounds and buttered toast
quick ficlet because @thedeathdeelers came into my DMs with thoughts about buttered toast and then i started having thoughts about buttered toast
now on ao3!
“You really should go to hospital,” Lucy sighs as she arranges the bandages and disinfectant on the kitchen table.
Anthony shrugs, trying to move his shoulder enough so the gesture is clear and casual without disrupting the gaping wound in his side.
It doesn’t work. Shit, that hurts. Note to self: avoid getting stabbed in the future. He grips the back of the kitchen chair tightly, squeezing out the pain and steadying himself, gathering up the strength to let out a dismissive scoff.
“Why? For a flesh wound?”
Without looking up from her organizing, Lucy gently taps him in the side, right next to the injury.
“Fuck,” he hisses.
“Lot of whining for a flesh wound,” she hums, raising a pointed eyebrow in his direction.
Another wave of pain swoops over his side, taking his breath away. “I can’t be arsed with hospital today. We need to track down a murderer, and have breakfast. I’m fine, Luce, I swear.”
She studies him, her gaze a sharp X-ray that he can’t hide from. “Okay,” she says finally. “But if you die, I get your turn in the biscuit rota.”
“I'd expect no less.”
Her face softens into a smile, the reluctant one she does where she’s clearly annoyed to be smiling at him.
He loves that smile.
“I need cotton balls,” she announces, shaking her head to clear the smile. She turns toward the basement, but before she goes through the door, she gestures sharply at him. “No food until after I’ve looked at that, in case we’re wrong about how bad it is. I don’t want to see breakfast coming out through your stomach. It’ll put me off my toast for life.”
As her footsteps disappear down the stairs, the pain becomes sharper. Lucy’s presence always turns down the volume on his suffering, and without her, he needs a distraction. Glancing around the kitchen for something—anything—his gaze lands on the bread.
Perfect.
By the time Lucy’s steps are making their way back up the stairs, the bread is popping out of the toaster with a pleasant zing.
“What did I just say?” she groans, exasperated.
“It’s not for me,” he says simply as he starts to butter the toast.
She leans against the counter next to him, a bag of cotton balls hugged to her chest.
“You’re bleeding out, and your priority is making me breakfast?” This time, her smile wriggles at the corner of her mouth, failing to fight with the disapproving exasperation on the rest of her face.
He loves that smile.
“Breakfast is the most important meal of the day.”
“What if you bleed on it?”
“I’m not going to bleed on your toast. I’m not a monster.”
Scraping the last of the butter on the bread, he hands her the plate and unleashes a big grin. If he keeps being chipper, maybe she’ll stop worrying so much.
As she takes the plate, she doesn’t try to fight her smile, happiness spilling out into every corner of her face. It’s the smile she reserves for those moments that he or George do something to show how much they care, as if being openly cared about by the people around her is something precious and rare. On the one hand, that smile makes him want to fight her entire family for leaving her so love-starved. But on the other hand, it brings this sharp sting of pride that, for all his other failings, he can create these small moments of joy for her, can make sure she feels cared for. Even if he fucks up constantly along the way, he will make sure she feels cared for.
He loves all her smiles.
“Eat your toast. Patch me up, and then let’s go catch a murderer.”
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