INCLUDING: trees / ride / truce / heathens / stressed out / migraine / the judge / kitchen sink / goner / lovely / house of gold / miss believer / addict with a pen / implicit demand for proof / holding on to you / lane boy / car radio / guns for hands
I STILL CAN’T GET OVER THE FACT THAT MIKE WHEELER SAID “Holy shit what happened to you?” TO DUSTIN AT THE SNOW BALL AND THAT’S ALSO EXACTLY WHAT RICHIE TOZIER SAID TO BEN IN THE BARRENS IN IT WOW FINN WOLFHARD IS A LEGEND
“Hard day hon’?” Kylo slung his arm about Hux’s shoulder, feeling him sag against his chest as he loosened his tie.
“Like you wouldn’t believe.” Hux sighed, sinking into the twin comforts of both Kylo and the couch. He squeezed gently at Kylo’s thigh, eyes fluttering closed as a light kiss was pressed to his forehead. “But I’m feeling better already.”
Commission from the absolutely wonderful @sigalawin <3 Thank you so, so much!
It’s a good day to be on radiology! This little dude came in for recheck fracture repair radiographs and he was so sweet. His winter coat is in so he was super floofy and soft, and he loved giving kisses to everyone. Of course I had to check out his little toe beans and feets when he was sedated. They legitimately have dino feet! O.o
This Shallura thing is getting ridiculous to be honest. I literally come back on here to see everyone on my dash screaming at each other over a sentence said at wondercon. Just one sentence caused this whole thing.
Yeah, it’s possibly canon that Allura is a teenager, and some believe that sinks her ship with Shiro. These characters are fictional, and if you shipped them before, nobody is stopping you. Age-gap relationships aren’t wrong as long as they’re consensual. Remember that.
If you cannot support Shallura anymore because of this, than you don’t have to bring down those who are continuing on and vice versa. Just remember that this show brought us all together, and we can’t let it tear us apart.
And honestly, if you have nothing nice to say about this situation, just stay away from it. Focus on other things, like Pidge’s birthday, the possibilities of Klance being canon, and Prince Lotor’s face reveal. There’s so much good in this fandom, just don’t let the dark cancel out the light.
I’m probably gonna get so much hate for this, but this fandom is already mad at each other so ig it doesn’t matter. Promise me you’ll be nice, okay? 💝💝
01×12 has always been my favorite Snowbarry episode and it also produced my favorite Snowbarry quote ever:
This line made me ship Snowbarry with the unwavering persistence that will help me survive the WA wedding without giving up on this ship. Never have such simple words carried so much weight in terms of meaning and depth. It by far surpasses WA’s bizarre claim of both of them being the flash and that’s because it has a nice flavoring of subtlety and is open to diverse interpretations while constantly being proved, in more ways than one, everytime Barry and Caitlin have a parallel since we first heard those lines.
04×05 barely had any Snowbarry moments and now Cait is officially going to be Iris’ maid of honor so I know a lot of SB fans are bummed out so here’s something that can keep you a little excited about Snowbarry.
If you take Barry’s initials “BA” and place it with Cait’s initials “CS” you’ll get “BACS” now rearrange it backwards and you’ll get the word “SCAB.”
While the word Scab has no romantic connotations, it connects to Snowbarry because it has to do with healing (it has other meanings but I’m only concentrating on the healing aspect). Here’s a little bit of more information on why scabs are formed and how they work:
Cait & Barr frequently act as each other’s scabs (metaphorically of course) bc they've helped each other heal many times. Obvious instances of this would be Caitlin helping Barry with her medical expertise, whenever he’s too hurt to heal on his own and Barry helping Cait recover from her hangover.
The deeper examples have to do with the emotional aspect of healing and we have watched Snowbarry do this for each other since s01. It is a well known fact that Barry started recovering from the murder of his mother in S01 and as far back as 01×03, Caitlin is the first person we see Barry really open up to about his mother’s death. That episode gave us one of the rare moments where Snowbarry acted as each other’s scabs simultaneously bc Caitlin also opened up about Ronnie’s death and Barry helped her overcome her fear of entering the particle accelerator. What’s truly spectacular about that moment is how easy it was for Barry to tell Caitlin such enotional stuff even though he had only known her for 3 weeks at the time (coz s03 proved time in the show moves at the same pace as it does in real life). Funny thing is Barry couldn’t confide in Joe (coz he called him a crazy person in 01×01) and Iris was too busy with Detective Pretty Boy to listen to Barry but Cait was there for him and that has never changed. Barry could’ve easily comforted her without talking about his mum but he just knew he could tell her anything without being scared of her misunderstanding him or insulting him.
Tbh, the fact that Cait & Barr help each other heal doesn’t mean they’re oncapable of hurting each other. Most of the time, they hurt each other mistakenly or when they’re under the influence of something that makes them act OOC. Like in 01×08, Barry says hurtful things to Cait when he is under the influence of a meta’s powers and in 03×07, Cait injures Barry when Killer Frost takes over her. Through these bad times, Cait and Barr continue to believe in each other and continue to provide support to each other and once things are right again, they continue to help each other heal. Like in 03×07, Barry helps Cait begin her healing process when she is “sick.”
Cait & Barr have no problem with staying with each other until both of them have been completely healed.
Snowbarry acting as each other’s scab and their initials actually being able to spell that word, is just one of the many little coincidences that make this ship so great and beautiful. This is why I keep shipping them. I will stop shipping them when they stop being perfect for each other.
The writers have been tampering with Snowbarry since s04 started. They can suppress Snowbarry now but after 3 seasons of giving people legitimate reasons to ship them, they should just give up on crushing this ship. Die hard shippers will wait till WA ends. Afterall, in 04×05, Barry made a reference to Titantic - a ship that no one believed could sink and then out of nowhere it hit an ice berg and capsized. Sound like any other ship we know???
Ivar got whiny and made me write my axe throwing prompt from his point of view.
“Care to raise the stakes?”
He gives her a cocky smile, knowing it will help provoke her into agreeing to this. He knows exactly how to push all her buttons. He spends all his time with her, all his time studying her. She is his favourite subject.
“How so?” She asks, twirling her axe between her fingers. He smiles wider.
“If you lose, you must pay the penalty,” he says.
She raises one eyebrow at him. “What’s the penalty?”
He gives her his most wicked look. “Whatever I say it will be. After you lose.”
He has many ideas. They all involve him finally getting what he wants: her tender flesh under his hands and his name spilling from her pretty red lips.
“And if you lose?” She asks.
He shrugs. “Same thing. You will decide a penalty for me. But you know I never lose.”
He can see the cogs turning in her head. She knows he is a very good shot. They have trained together since they were children and he has always been able to best her. Still, he knows her better than he knows himself. She is competitive, and he is positive she will not back down. She doesn’t back down from anything. It’s one of the things that attracts him to her.
“Alright, I accept,” she says, and he feels a pulse of victory inside him. “Let us begin.”
He goes first, as he always does. He situates himself on his stump, getting his shot lined up. He can feel her eyes on him. It makes an involuntary shiver skitter across his skin. Those doe-like eyes, how he wants them to stare at him with desire and need. He can feel a red stain creeping up the back of his neck. He mentally berates himself for getting distracted and lines up his shot. A few deep breaths, then he throws. It hits the centre of the target.
He cannot help but feel smug. “A perfect bullseye.” He turns to look at her. “Your turn.”
He watches her as she prepares. She is almost goddess like in his eyes, so tempting and alluring. He has wanted her since she grew out of being a child and became a woman. She can drink, she can fight, she takes his shit and gives it right back. And she is so, so beautiful. He must have her. He feels like he will die if he doesn’t.
She makes her throw, and of course it hits the middle. She will not let him win easily. He expected nothing less.
But he still grumbles.
“Hah!” She laughs, and he cannot help his heart faltering at the sound. “I may win yet, oh mighty prince.”
He just snorts at her confidence, and they continue on.
He’s doing well, but not as well as usual. He’s distracted. Every time she makes a throw he thinks of what he will ask of her if she loses, and he loses his grip on his concentration. He can almost taste her sweet lips, can almost feel the warmth of her body underneath his and it is driving him mad.
Still, he makes it to the final throw only a tiny pace behind. She needs to make a perfect shot to win. He feels confident he has this, and the excitement swells within him.
She steps up for her final throw……and hits the target dead on. He cannot believe it. His heart sinks into his boots.
“Yes!” She cries, throwing her hands into the air. “I am victorious!”
His chance is lost. He feels an overwhelming frustration creep into his bones. “I cannot believe this,” he groans, rubbing his face in his hands. “I never lose!”
“Well, Ivar, today you have,” she says, walking towards him. “Now you have to pay up! Hmm, what shall your penalty be?”
He cannot have this. His frustration reaches a boiling point, and on pure instinct he reaches out and grabs her by her shirt and pulls her towards him. She lets out a gasp of surprise as they collide. He grasps her hip in one hand, the other takes hold of her chin and holds her face up. Big eyes stare back into his, confusion written in them. He can see every tiny mark on her skin, could count every eyelash, he is that close. He thinks of what he has let slip through his fingers and he nearly shakes in rage.
“I do not like to lose,” he growls at her, his hand slipping from her chin and sliding down to her throat. His fingers flex, revelling in the feel of the creamy flesh underneath them.
“Too bad,” she says, and her weapon-worn hands come to rest on his chest. “I won fair and square. You have to pay.”
He cannot help but squeeze her throat gently, momentarily transfixed by the way his hand looks there. “What is your penalty?” He finally says, voice odd and somewhat raspy. It’s her closeness. It makes him crazy, her warmth and scent so close but still out of reach.
She looks up at him from under thick lashes. “You have to kiss me,” she whispers. “Hard.”
He blinks. Did she just say she wants him to kiss her? Is he getting so delusional over her that he is imagining things now? What he has wanted but has always been too afraid to ask for, did she really just propose it?
“What?” He asks, confused.
Her face falls, her brows drawing together in an almost forlorn expression. She begins to babble. “I mean, no, that is silly, you do not, not unless you want-”
He can’t hold it in any longer. Of course he wants. He always wants. And maybe, this means she wants it just as badly. He leans in and cuts her off by pressing his lips to hers.
She tastes divine. Her lips are soft and sweet and he thinks he’s an idiot for waiting this long to claim them. He devours her with a ferocious hunger, like a man denied a meal for far too long. It’s too much and too little all at once.
And she kisses him back. She moans softy into his mouth and works her lips against his like she is just as hungry for him as he is for her. Her hands are running all over him and he feels a heat spreading over his body. Instinctively, the hand on her throat tightens. She presses herself closer to him, the kiss they are sharing deepening at his actions. Surprise runs through him.
She likes it. She likes his hand squeezing her throat. He groans in desperate pleasure at the realization. What else will she let him do to her, the wicked little vixen? Will she let him put his silver blade to her skin? Will she let him bind her wrists with rope? He reaches up and grabs her hair in his excitement. Again, she does not shy away, and he could cry with the delight of it.
He tears his mouth from hers and moves to the skin of her jaw, leaving sucking kisses as he explores.
“Some penalty this is,” he growls, needing her to know his intents, "when it is all I have ached for since you grew into a woman.”
She sucks an breath. "Really?” She sounds surprised. It makes him want to roll his eyes. Instead, he gives her earlobe a sharp nip.
“Do not be daft, woman,” he says. “Why do you think I spend so much time with you?” He traces his tongue up over her ear and is rewarded with a deep shudder.
"I thought you just liked to bother me.” She replies, voice unsteady.
“Hmmm, well you are rather delicious when you are angry,” he hums, tugging her hair so he can expose the lovely expanse of her throat. He moves his hand so he can explore the tempting new area with his mouth. Her skin is so warm and soft, he wants to sink his teeth into every inch he can reach. He starts by raking his teeth across her skittering pulse.
“Are you as good at handling a woman as you are with an axe?” Her voice is whiny, and it nearly breaks him. He pulls back to examine her. She looks utterly delicious, cheeks flushed red, pupils dilated and lips kiss-stung. She’s looking at him like she cannot wait for him to pounce. He knows for certain now, this is not and has never been one sided. He lets his desire for her show all over his face. She shivers under his gaze, and he thrills at the thought of what he is about to finally, finally do.
“Wouldn’t you like to find out,” He growls, inching a hand up under her shirt.
He knows he’s just as good with a woman as he is with a weapon. Judging by her dazed and satisfied expression when he’s finished with her, she now knows it too.
And he’s pretty sure his bed is going to be quite nice and warm for many, many nights to come.
I just enjoy some good ol’ axe throwing way too much.