I remembered your unicorn hat and as soon as the camera panned over you, I knew Billie was going to pick you. So happy for you!! How did it feel to hug Billie?
Oh my god I owe that hat my LIFE seriously!
It felt really amazing like he is such a good hugger, it wasn’t awkward or forced at all and he was so SOLID and also TINY lol. I remember grabbing the back of his head and his hair on my cheek and saying “hi” in his ear and him just laughing into mine 😭💕
I'm in love with the way Robert drags that chair over. He doesn't pick it up, like a normal person. No, he dragggggs it over, slowly and loudly, for maximum awkwardness, so nobody can ignore what he's doing. It's like he's saying 'I'm fine. this is fine. are you fine? great, we're all fine and paying attention to me, which is as things should be. if you think I'm going to get embarrassed and leave then you don't know Robert J Sugden my friend. I'm doing this'.
THE WHOLE THING IS INCREDIBLE
oh my god he’s such a bastard
jealous!robert is genuinely the greatest thing in existence my god
i just voted and when the lady was supposed to cross out my name she was like “no this is wrong it says male on here” and not only did i handle the situation without any awkwardness but also i pass as female?? oh my god??
barry bluejeans is absolutely the kind of person who has a “well i would if you were interested” relationship with like.. most of his friends. like maybe he isn’t the smoothest but he’s not bad at making friends and he tends to see the best in people so sometimes that translates to him being very lowkey into a lot of people
which is fine and good and only slightly awkward when lup is teasing him after they get together about not being able to tell her and taako apart when they first met and she says “good thing you didn’t figure out you liked me until later!”
“no,” barry says absently, “i always knew i liked you.”
“so did you like taako too?” she asks. she’s only teasing him but like? kind of? before he could tell them apart they were still both hot and intimidating. he doesn’t answer for long enough that lup laughs. “oh my god, you did!” she says. she clearly thinks this is hysterical. barry loves her so much. lup drapes herself over the side of the bed. “was there anyone else you liked?”
“oh, i don’t know,” barry says. “i guess magnus, for about two seconds.”
lup laughs so hard she can’t breathe for a minute (“magnus! what drew you to him, the fact that he tried to bench press three of us on the first day?”) and then tries to get barry to play some video game called girls club. barry politely declines
Fucc, this is so awkward, and I know I should say it before, and I'm sorry for that.. but I love so freaking much the way you draw, your art style is just perfect, I have no words to describe how amazing it is, and I hope you keep drawing for so long, you and your art make my day <3
Oh my God…
Thank you so much?? This message made me smile and I had to read it few times
And it’s okay! You don’t have to be sorry
I’m tired of smut just being porn star worthy, professional, distant fucking
give me fic smut where the characters are new and awkward and ‘oh my god am I doing this right?’ and 'no, oh my fuck you don’t put it there’
give me fic smut where the characters are crying but not like 'that’s good dick’ crying or 'shit that hurts’ crying but rather 'oh my god I love this person more than life and we’re so close right now’ crying, gimme some of that full out bawling
give me fic smut where it’s all a joke and they’re doing anything they can to purposefully kill the mood just to make the other one laugh
give me fic smut where they’re trying things out and maybe things don’t go as planned but they keep going anyway and have a good time
give me fic smut where the characters are literally teasing each other the whole time, but not like sexually teasing but more like insults that are their way of flirting like 'ow you bit my tongue, nice going you clumsy asshole’ and 'fuck you, I made you spaghetti and this is the thanks I get?’
give me fic smut where they laugh, be it because one of them did something funny/embarrassing or because they’re just happy????
like can people in smut fics be more than attracted to each other and not just sex machines with their only priority being fucking???
Allura is buff as fuck and uses every available opportunity as an excuse to rip off her sleeves. She’s lucky the Castle is able to replicate clothes because otherwise she would’ve run out of dresses by like. Day 9 lmao.
Hunk has two moms who love him very, very much.
Shiro and Keith are bros, either literally or figuratively.
I love them being half or adopted brothers, but my favorite origin story is that they met at like, a Garrison-operated space camp a few years back. Shiro was a cadet volunteer.
Shiro was 17/18 and awkward as hell with the kids but already a natural when it came to piloting. Keith imprinted on him like a baby duck.
Shiro, on the phone: Matt. Matt, you gotta help me. Matt. This random middle schooler adopted me, what do I do? Yes, I’m being serious! Yes, he adopted me. No, I haven’t seen any paperwork! Matt. Matt. Oh my god, stop laughing at me and put your mom on the line already you jackass. I hate you. Hi Colleen!
Lance is Coran’s favorite human and it’s obvious to everyone, including Zarkon.
Allura introduced Alfor’s hologram to all the Paladins and his favorite was Hunk.
Shiro and Matt used to be Huge Memers back at the Garrison but then they became these space hotshots and heroes and people that kids looked up to so they had to dial it back.
Lance can never know that Shiro has an encyclopedic knowledge of shitty memes. It is his greatest, and his most treasured, secret.
Allura and the Mice gossip like all the time and Hunk/Lance are determined to get in on that.
Coran would have a crush on Bill Nye.
Pidge and Keith are Gay Best Friends who like to undermine corrupted authority figures and dismantle the establishment. They also hunt for cryptids in their spare time, even in space.
Is there such a thing as space cryptids?? Or is that just like. Aliens. Alien aliens.
Coran is Allura’s gay step-dad and he’s also kinda adopted the rest of the team. Lance is his son, everyone else is his niece/nephews.
Lance and Hunk were born outside of America and either immigrated in when they were younger or attended the Garrison on a student visa.
Keith is Texan (however this is now like 80% canon so. Say hello to your new god.)
Lance loves Beyonce.
Shiro has a serious sense of gallows humor lmao
Nobody Is Straight Or Neurotypical.
I also go back and forth a lot on gender headcanons lmfao… Pidge is definitely a trans girl to me though.
Warnings: Smut, oral (male and female receiving), insecure reader, language
A/N: Thank you so much for reading. This is the first part of what I hope is a lengthy and smutty series. Any feedback is always appreciated. This is also for @emilywritesaboutdean and @wheresthekillswitch ‘s Do It Like TFW Challenge (The gif is near the bottom)
A thank you to my beta @ayeronda for betaing at an ungodly hour and being so wonderful.
It’s been a long ass day and an even longer hunt. You were more than happy to be sitting on Dean’s bed in the boys’ motel room, sipping on your second, or maybe it is the third beer. And that was just here, it wasn’t counting the four or five shots you had had down at the bar. So now you were here and Sam was riding Dean hard about his strikeout at the bar.
“Dude, you were never going home with her.”
“She doesn’t know what she’s missing out on.”
You can’t help but chuckle, “What? Two whole minutes?”
You know what there’s not enough of? Canon compliant future fic where Stiles is a cop and he runs into Derek again. What’s that you say? There’s a ton of that?? Yes, true, but NOT ENOUGH.
“…. so then he says, ‘No, Officer, I swear to God this is the first time I’ve ever smoked up! I’ve never been in trouble with the law in my life! And I say, Billy, my man, you’ve been in trouble with me personally twice this month.” Stiles snorts at the memory. “Kid was so fucking high.”
Amanda must be halfway past tipsy, because she laughs uproariously into her beer at the mediocre punchline.
Stiles smiles. He’s satisfied with her reaction, with the warm murmur of the bar, with the buzz he’s got going… with just about everything, actually. After tonight, he’s looking at two full days off before he’s back on the beat, and the night’s still young. He leans back in his chair and takes a pull of his beer, savoring it.
Amanda glances towards the bar, probably considering a fourth round, and then visibly perks up as something near the front catches her eye.
“Oooh, Stiles,” she croons. “Look over at the door, like, just glance over.” She’s adjusted her gaze down at the table now, faking casual disinterest. Badly.
Stiles raises his eyebrows at her.
“This dude just walked in, he’s so your type,” she hisses. “C’mon, look! I’m telling you, six feet two inches of ‘yes, please, give it to me’ muscles, with some salt-and-pepper scruff icing. Unff.”
“Eh,” Stiles says, tipping his weight forward to hunch over the table. It’s not that he isn’t interested, exactly, but this is a cop bar and he doesn’t want to shit where he eats. Metaphorically.
“No, really,” Amanda insists. “He's… oh my God, he’s looking over here. He’s looking at you. Oh my God, Stiles, he’s coming over here!”
“No, he isn’t,” Stiles scoffs. He’s filled out a bit from high school and he’s finally competent at styling his hair, but he’s not that hot. Only Amanda’s sitting straight like a rod, eyes fixed on a point behind him that’s about where a six foot two man’s eyes would be.
He turns then, shooting to his feet before his brain’s quite caught up, because that voice is familiar like the back of his own hand.