wOOOO a collab with my fav taryn, @tweekay; she did the most amazing sketch of ladybug (bless. her. work.) and I coloured and linearted! i just,,,,t drew so beaut lemme take a moment to cry; always happy to be collabing with such a fav ಥ_ಥ
Do you love Bellarke? Of course you do. It’s great.
Are you getting tired of waiting for it to become canon and to bask in the glory of kiss edits that are not the product of photoshop? Of course you are, you’re only human.
May I point you in the direction of The Expanse?
‘What is The Expanse?’ you say. Oh, just a show that is vastly superior to the 100 in almost every way (I would say every way but since they haven’t hired Bob Morley yet, well you know….)
Sci Fi. Logical world building. Plot that isn’t driven by characterization being slaughtered left right and center. Oh, and a little ship called Nolden. Aka the ship that Bellarke should’ve been.
Naomi Nagata (played by the amazing Dominique Tipper). Genius WOC who saves everyones asses all the time with her tactical brilliance and tenacity.
James Holden (played by that fire guy from sky high everyone attracted to boys had a crush on growing up Steven Strait). Captain struggling with the impossible situations he’s been thrust into, as he tries to protect his crew while still keeping his soul intact and the universe from imploding. Oh and with a voice that is ‘like riding down a beach by a gravely road during the greatest sunset you’ve ever seen’. (sound like someone we know and love?)
Enemies (ish) to friends to lovers in space. Obviously this is a spoiler, but I feel like I need to tell you they’re canon. And they have maybe one of the best first kiss scenes ever. Also some serious trust, respect and Co-Leaders who depend on each other to get through impossible situations.
Not to mention actors getting to keep their accents (Dominique’s cute british accent 😍), Chrisjen (you’ll learn soon) and found families (!!!!)
If you have Amazon Prime the first season is there free. Or if you’re not in the US, it’s on Netflix We’re halfway into the second season now, so you’re not that far behind.
Watch it. Enjoy the amazing canon ship. Then thank me.
He’s reading as she flits around the room getting ready for bed, he hasn’t read in a long time and is determined to get most of it read tonight, back propped up a bit as his long legs are spread across the mattress. He pays her no mind as she buzzes around the room, gaze not leaving the page as she crawls into bed next to him. He’s completely immersed in the words till she begins unbuttoning his shirt just a bit more.
She had gotten bored cuddled next to him moving instead to lay between his legs her elbows resting carefully on his hips while slender fingers trace over the two little birds. She’s not doing it for attention it’s just something she likes to do, trace them, his tattoos running her finger along the lines trying to feel a difference that isn’t there. He sneaks a glance looking to her face under the book, she’s not smiling or frowning her cheek smushed a bit as she rests her head in her free hand, she looks content it makes Harry feel funny he likes this just being in each other’s company not needing anything more than the comforts of each other’s presence … little does he know …
He returns to the words hand faltering as he turns the page, her nimble fingers cold against his stomach as she unbuttons the rest pushing it away with featherlight touches, she’s going for the butterfly, it’s her favorite one, she’s told him plenty of times before, that and the ferns she especially likes to trace with both hands mirroring the movements of one with the other across the identical ink.
She starts with the antenna to the right tracing the outing ending with the left antenna before running her fingers along the details of the middle. She too caught up with her tracing she doesn’t notice him setting down the book after dog earring the page, keeping his hands at his sides, it’s not hard just letting her do her thing biting at his plush bottom lip watching her touch him like he was some kinda work of art. She traced a finger down dragging it in a lazy circle around his belly bottom before weaving it through the course hairs crowing his boxers. His breathing has picked up a bit, something about the moment making his head swirl and blood begin to relocate.
She doesn’t know what she’s doing to him, starting at the rightmost part of the tattoo and tracing to the left, she feels it then as she shifts to have better access to the other branch, his growing cock, it’s been getting heavy and full with her touching, his lip is abused as he bites it to hold back the sounds. At the first feel she looks up at him shyly, “What’re yeh doin’ hmm?”
She looks back to where her finger is just starting the final tattoo, “I’m just touching you" she responds as her finger begins to move again. He doesn’t respond right away, letting her almost finish,