Please explain why Lexa is a bottom? Honestly just don't see it haha
oh sweetheart how do you not see it, i mean look
Lexa knelt for Clarke, without being asked, not for appearances or allegiances, just for Clarke’s sake. that shit right there? bottom action af.
this right here? heda af, i can see how you’d mistake her for a top, but….
…this???? her entire body language just screams bottom to me. that doesn’t take away from her being Heda and Commander, anything but - in my opinion, her being in such a position of power, and harsh power at that, only makes it more logical and rational that in her personal life, especially with something as exposing and intimate as sex, she’d be less in control. being Heda wasn’t a position she aspired to, it was something that was thrust at her, and she did rise to the occasion and beyond it. the way i see it, and the way it does appear in the canon, Lexa and Heda are two separate identities - Heda is who she is expected to be, the character she plays when she puts on the Helm of Awe and her sash and her war paint, and Lexa….Lexa is who she is. a young girl, unsure entirely of what she wants and what she can have with her difficult life situation, a girl who enjoys body glitter and night dresses and who cries when pretty girls kiss her, and a bottom (and a sub, too, but that’s another part that i won’t discuss here)
also, just in the Clexa dynamic, it fits. to me Clarke’s pretty obviously a top - it’s easy to see that she’d be wanting to have more of the control during sex, that she’d find pleasure in having Lexa completely surrendered to her, having her all spread out and maybe pinned down beneath her. i don’t see Lexa enjoying having Clarke surrendered to her; she conquers and forces people to surrender in her ‘day job’, when it’s time to relax i doubt she’d want to be reminded even a little of what she does otherwise, let alone doing anything like pinning down the woman she loves. it’s just not in her nature to be this ‘harsh rough top’ that parts of the fandom like to write her as, but then again this is my opinion and they’re entitled to theirs - in the end, it’s a matter of perspective.
but for more proof……..she tilts her head to allow Clarke easier access to her mouth. she’s leaning backwards, Clarke’s pushing forward, pushing her towards the bed - and Lexa lets her, because, deep down, she’s the bottomest bottom to ever bottom. she wants to worship Clarke, that much is obvious whether you think she’s a bottom or top, but, really….it’s easiest to worship a queen by offering your face to her as her throne, and, well…if Lexa’s on the bed and Clarke’s riding her face, it’s pretty obvious which one of the two is the bottom, don’t you think?
(in case it wasn’t clear, it’s Lexa. she’s a bottom.)
Prompt: “Can you do an imagine with Josh Dun where the reader goes on tour with them and the reader and Tyler doesn’t get a long too well. Idk, make it however you want. Love your writing. ❤️” -Anonymous
-Thank you to the anon that requested this! Please bear in mind that this is my first ever TØP imagine and that this is also fiction, so if it doesn’t sound like them or seem like them (which I mean most of what Tyler says / does is nothing he would ever do in reality), please forgive me!
That said, I had fun writing this. A massive thank you also to my best fren @buckybarnesstar for contributing ideas to this
❤️ Love you Case, as does Seb. Make sure to check her blog out if you love Bucky :)
love to you and stay alive, frens
“TYLER ROBERT JOSEPH!” You echo through the halls of the Barclay’s Center. Several members of the crew whip their heads to follow your voice, which was undoubtedly dripping with discontent. They watch as you stride forward, your eyes peering out in search of the ukulele strumming man.
Tyler’s head snaps up at the shrill sound, standing a few meters outside the top dressing room. His vision lands on your frustrated figure, a laugh escaping his lips for a moment before why you had screamed his name. With wide eyes, he scrambles towards the dressing room, only to crash into his band mate in the process.
I hope everyone here, including myself, will grow over the time I will be gone.
I’ll see you all in 14 days when I’ll be back from my hiatus, please be nice to each other. ^w^ Stop copying, stop harassing, stop throwing hate at each other, stop preaching the one thing if you can’t comply with it yourself, stop insulting, stop stiring up hate against others.
Please, just be nice. Live and let live.
Just ignore those who aren’t even worth the precious time of your life. Life is simply too short for things like that. It all can end in one second and trust me, you don’t want to look back and think “I should have spend more time with those who I loved”. I almost died in an car accident 4 years ago. Since then I simply cut those I don’t want to deal with out of my life. Simple as that.
You should do the same. Life is much easier that way. Only spend your time for those who are worth it, cause you don’t have enough for those who aren’t.
With that said, I will wish you all goodbye for the next 14 days ^w^
I hope you all will have a nice time and a lot of fun.
I have the queue set, so my blog won’t be that inactive. And I will have access to the internet at the hotels, so feel free to write me, if you want to talk. I will take a look at tumblr every evening I come back to the hotel.
P5: Take your time! ;D Me: Ok. P5: You won’t be able to see everything in one playthrough, you’ll need at least two to see it all. ;D Me: Ok, but I’m gonna try to see as much as possible in one play through, I’ll just “take my time.” ;D P5: *corrupts my game AND save data, and causes my PS3 to force shut off* Me: ….well eff you too there buddy….Now I see why you need at least two playthroughs BECAUSE OTHERWISE YOU’LL ACTIVATE A FREAKING BUG THAT DOES THIS!
“Can you believe they found Polly’s son?” You laugh, walking on the curb like a it’s a tightrope. You put your arms out to try and keep balance but are failing from the few drinks you had slipped without your brothers seeing. Finn’s there, ready to catch you when you fall, cause he can see it coming.
“I mean, Tommy’s done crazier shit.” He says as you laugh, your foot slipping and falling right into his arms. You laugh as he keeps you from going back onto the curb, keeping you upright.
“You’re right; he can do anything. Damn our brother’s pretty cool. I mean so is our whole family. Think Michael will fit in?”
“Hard to tell.” He says shrugging as he’s messing with the lock. He shushes you as he gets it open, helping you up to your room. Thankfully Tommy and Polly weren’t around, otherwise you’d be dead for having even one drink.
“Finn, you’re my best friend.” You mumble as he shuts the light off.
Wait, so Isak and Even are moving in together? Am I the only one not wild about this? Cause I mean, come on! (I know this is not what this season is about and it's just a sidenote and Sana is queen, but still.)
That’s what they said! I’m very exited for them but at the same time I’m not really obsessed? My brain is just beating with SANA SANA SANA and all I can think about is why doesn’t the girls order a meatless/halal pizza for Sana, how i bet Sana have had more tram rides with ugly looks than without, if Jamilla still wants to ruin her, how bomb her makeup was, if we’re gonna see mostly black hijabs or if we’ll see her using other colours and patterns, how her family is, how her friends from the mosque are, when will we see more new characters, will Sana fall in love this season or will this be the first season without that as a part theme, AND I DIDNT EVEN REALISE HOW MUCH islamophobia contributed to Sana’s depressive “bitchy” look, because she was smiling and then when the lady was glaring at her she got back her familiar ‘mean’ face and it’s probably connected
Damn that got long and I’m not even done But yeah!! I’m glad we’ll see evak in this season and I’m so happy how their relationship has grown but I’m way more focused on Sana! I do wonder if they’re moving in with Evens parents, with Isak’s, or if they’re moving alone! But we’ll get that answered I’m sure :)
Never Tear Us Apart (reader x Bucky) [Accidents Happen part 4]
Hi, friends! I seriously meant to post this a few days ago, but life and illness made it difficult. Plus this is kind of a long chapter but I wanted to get it right. I hope I did! Let me know your thoughts. :)
Never Tear Us Apart (reader x Bucky) [Accidents Happen Part 4]
Characters: reader x Bucky, Steve, Tony, other Avengers mentioned
Summary: Progression of the relationship between reader and Bucky as they make plans, which get rudely interrupted.
Warnings: fluffy fluff plus a little angst
This is along one! It might be my favorite, though. I really wanted to portray the passage of time and how “real life” intervenes in a relationship. Plus the music! I had to add that kitchen scene. :D Thankfully, I’ve figured out the “Keep Reading” situation, so it won’t clog up your dashboard.
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Sunlight fell across your face through a slit in the curtains. Turning away from the brightness, you opened your eyes and gazed into the still-sleeping face of Bucky Barnes. It must’ve been a restful night, his face relaxed with his lips slightly parted. Most nights were good but every once in a while he would wake with a furrowed brow and clamped mouth. You knew he still struggled with nightmares, but he didn’t like to talk about it. All he ever said was that it was always better with you there. Which is what made today so hard.
It had been a two weeks since that fateful night of Fraggle Rock and the following morning of bliss. You and Bucky fell into an easy routine of friendly interaction during the day and as much of a workout in the gym as either of you could handle before the REAL workout took precedent at night. You had moved beyond the wrestling mats by then and had just a little more self control in order to make it to one of your rooms before disrobing.
This particular morning, you were aware which room you had stumbled into last night in a instant. Bucky’s room still consisted of 4 blank white walls, a bed, and a small bookshelf with a lamp on top. You were all for the minimalist look, but it could use a little personality. In a moment of inspiration, you grabbed a black Sharpie from the bookshelf and uncapped it. Rolling onto your stomach and scooting up to the wall above the head of the bed, you began to draw.