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Polyamory
Reblog if you’re polyamorous/open to polyamory in the future/in a polycule or open to one/interested in polyamory I want to see how many of us there are
And like if you think polyamory is okay, can be healthy, and doesn’t “go against human nature”
He looked at his watch, disbelieving what the face was telling him. He shook it, trying to pretend it was broken and he hadn’t been at his desk near all night.
“Fuck me.”
☬✴Escape On the Fury Road✴☬
He’d sequestered himself alongside the edge of the war rig, half curled against the less spiky of the wheels on the sandy ground. He was absorbing as much of the warmth from the ground as he could, the sands still offering some hospitality in their embrace. He was also looking up at the sky and the billions of stars within it.
The Citadel was “underground”, no glimpses of the stars, especially when others didn’t want you roaming about. He liked being out in this emptiness away from the others. He had been by the fire for a bit there, but he quickly grew tired. He knew he didn’t belong as a war boy anymore. So many of them were so young, and the full lives were not interested in his company. So he had his own company and thoughts to occupy him.
They shifted from the Whelp to their missions to his cursed or blessed, extended life. He was still incredibly unsure about which it was, but he wasn’t going to really question it too much as all it would do was settle him into a sort of mood. He was enjoying the stars.
If he closed his eyes, he could almost remember what it looked like with far less stars in the sky. With light pollution and towns- with more people and the urge to not fight for every single basic need in one’s life. He remembered vaguely through the infections and the loss of materials and the deaths and the killing of the all the animals and the wars…
He opened his eyes widely in shock- it was no longer a good memory- the past needed to remained buried. He looked into the distance, shivering a little bit as the gloom was closing in upon him. He pressed his hand down on his leg, still scarring. The pain grounded him.
After a few moments of scanning, Adeline let out a soft sigh and tucked into herself further. She buried her face into her knees, and pulled the blanket around her tighter- almost attempting to be a solid mass of sorts in a feeble attempt to keep warm better, as well as drive off any who should pass while she stayed motionless. Her thoughts seemed to devour her now: no part of her imagination being left whole for later ( no part of her was left whole to begin with ), and her sorrows and losses quickly consumed her.
Eventually she unfolded herself, slowly relinquishing her now tear-stained cheeks to the stinging wind she both loved and loathed. One thing she could agree with the war boys on would be the glory and beauty of the open road. The sand may sting her eyes, and bruise her battered soul, but between being in the open and free air nothing could make her feel more at ease.. save for one companion in particular; whom her mind had lately tended to always race back to.
What was she becoming? What was she to become? Where was she without him? Or better yet; Where was he now?
She returned to her original scavenge; this time her eyes blurred by tempt and fear, and her heart frantic in its every manner. She needed him now. She needed to be by his side; or perhaps her heart might break and sever into two.
Where could he have gone? What could he be doing?
The young woman slowly untied her legs and stood, shivering from the sudden loss of heat the sand had so kindly been offering, and began to make her way back to the hoard of grumbling heathens she could scarcely call anything less than her peers. The wind mercilessly blew at her back and threatened to free her hair from its twisted confines, but she merely wrapped herself tighter and trudged on to the spitting pit of fire.
She’d reached it at last, and gave the area a closer inspection before giving up almost entirely and asking a smaller, sickly young rev-head for help in her search. He obliged, and directed her to the war rig where she soon spotted her target. She thanked him, and slowly began to make her way over to the towering monstrosity of a vehicle.
Once she’d gotten up to it she paused, gazing upon him with kind eyes for some long moments before her lips curled into a small smile and a blush crept upon her sun-kissed, porcelain cheeks. Her gaze shifted downward as she resumed her near-end trek and continued up to him, her fingers ever so gently scraping along the metal hull.
She offered no words as she got up to him, but merely knelt beside him. Her heart began to flutter as she pulled her wrappings from her shoulders and curl them around him, and likewise her heart seemed to begin to burst as she sat beside him and tuck herself back into the warmth as well. A small breath escaped her lips, and she turned to him slowly before reaching to him once more.
Her fingers laid gently upon the opposite side of his jawline, urging him towards her in the slightest, and her lips found a delicate purchase against cheek. She stilled herself for what felt like a blissful eternity, her eyes closed tightly and her heart leaping from her chest, before she pulled away and settled into the sand beside him again. Her blush spread across her cheeks even more so now as her gaze fixed itself into the beyond before them, and she gently laid her head upon his shoulder and curled into him in the slightest.
He was grounded into this cold reality, so he was aware he was no longer alone by the rig. One had to be sharp as a war boy- hearing the creeping of someone coming to gut you for your food- or goggles- or driving position... It was a rough place, but you learned to sense the thrumming of a man’s internal engine pumping his blood along. Hear the intake of his breath through his nose or mouth, as much as he tried to quiet it...
But still, because he was aware someone else was coming up to him, he tried to look like he wasn’t up to anything in particular. So when it was the Whelp, he was a bit....unprepared for what came next.
She settled beside him, wrapping him in cloth that still smelled of her and still held her warmth. He was about to open his mouth- to protest, but then she settled into the warmth was well, the warmth of his body and the blanket. All thoughts died on his lips. He wanted to push her back, tell her it wasn’t safe for either of them to be caught like this- the Immortan, though no longer controlling of the Whelp, would still kill the both of them if he saw, if anyone saw. It was risky, so risky. But then again, they were just sitting...
Sitting wasn’t too blasphemous. His mind was still reeling but his eyes flicked in panic about as she touched him- oh glorious V-8 she touched him, running strong but clever fingers along his jaw and brought him close, unyielding, pliant as wet clay under a skilled hand, to her lips. She had kissed him.
A thousand memories rushed through him in an instant and left as soon as they did.
School, bells, laughter, embarrassment, blushing...blushing- ‘they can’t catch us kissing my parents will kill me’- tender fumbling soft lips brushing his cheek before a hasty retreat
‘Goodnight sweetie’- a peck on the cheek though he was far too old- not old enough, tears-pain on the playground and sand, rushing pain all at once but the pain melting away with the gentle kiss of his mother- kissing him a fearful goodbye as he left them- sick they were sick and dying and he hadn’t- god why hadn’t he gotten sick too-
He finally managed to break from the memories and gasped out a confused, “Why?” at her.
This was not a place, not a time for tenderness, for feeling. But she brought it out in him again. He wanted to be soft, to protect and cherish her and that got you killed or worse. The time for peace and love was supposed to have been buried in the sand and yet she blew it all away like the wind and he ached to be able to show her love and kindness and a world that was not like this.
He wanted to bring her into his head and show her grass and oceans and the sky and towns and family- all of that and so much more but he couldn’t and there was too much grit and not enough chrome in the world to fix it- when had the world become so dull? When she entered it, it was as if he could really see the cracks that were there all along- that he’d willfully forgotten.
But a young, beautiful and kind woman- who had grown up knowing nothing of that life had managed to bring him back to it. Why had she chosen him, why was she doing this. Why did he want nothing more than to break away from the life he had carved for himself if it meant bringing her something better. Why was he now staring at her with such complicated reverence in his eyes and not saying anything else?
Was he going mad?
“i’ve just realised i can sleep with my eyes open.”
“You’ve just realized this?” He asked, looking at her beside him, bleary with sleep. He was so tired, but it seems she was in a weird mood.
“Well kind of… I’ve had to sit through your meetings before, after all,” She teased, letting out a low laugh and tilting her head backward into the pillow before settling down onto her side.
“Are you going to squish me again tonight if we snuggle?” She yawned, gently picking up his arm and nuzzling into him.
“Hm, now I’m going to have to test to see if you’re awake during briefings.” He remarked, curling her protectively against himself. It was really embarrassing he moved about so much in his sleep.... it was unbefitting a Kingsmen agent.
“I’m too tired to do much moving.... So I hope not.”
‘donald duck never wore pants, but when he got out the shower he always put a towel around his waist. i mean, what’s that about??”
“He was making sure his water resistant feathers didn’t get water all over his floor- can we sleep now?” He asked, giving her a sleepy glare.
“i’ve just realised i can sleep with my eyes open.”
“You’ve just realized this?” He asked, looking at her beside him, bleary with sleep. He was so tired, but it seems she was in a weird mood.
“He seduces his coworkers wives for sport and then laughs about it at the watercooler the next day.” (//hey there :)
“You lot just love your petty in-fighting don’t you. There’s gotta be a top dog, a super of the super spies... Seems a damn pain.”
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“no you didn’t get me! it’s an electric drill. if you get me, you kill me!”
‘donald duck never wore pants, but when he got out the shower he always put a towel around his waist. i mean, what’s that about??”
“they ate my last stick of um, so i killed them. do you think that was wrong?”
“wow i’m a duck i go quack quack i’m happy all the time!”
“so i can’t fire joseph, but i can sleep with his wife.”
“it’s not me, it’s my character!”
“he seduces his coworkers wives for sport and then laughs about it at the watercooler the next day.”
“no freakshow, she’s fictional!”
“TIME FOR BAYWATCH.”
“we can just stay in and cook for ourselves? *maniacal laughter*”
“take off your shirt!”
“you know those big streetsigns that say merge? i was thinking we could get one to hang over my bed. MERGE!”
“neat! i’m gonna die alone!”
“if i’m gonna be an old lonely man, i’m gonna need a thing. a hook. like that guy on the subway that eats his own face. so i figured i’ll be crazy man with a snake. you know CRAZY SNAKE MAN! i’ll get more snakes, call them my babies. kids’ll walk past my place and they will run. RUN AWAY FROM CRAZY SNAKE MAN!”
“it’s 6:30 in the morning, we’re not working out. it’s over.”
“so, it looks like this internet thing is here to stay, huh?”
“yeah don’t worry about me, i’m fine. FUNG HA!”
“if i helped we could FIND THE FASTER.”
“her ankle is what you’re watching??”
“just doing her job.”
“will you marry me? will you… marry me? hey. you marry me.”
“no you can’t have my jacket, then i’ll be cold. you thought you were gonna be cold you shoulda brought your own jacket.”
“HEY! i don’t know why i did that.”
“i was making a coconut phone with the professor.”
“my girlfriend is out there thinking things over, YOU MADE ME GIRLFRIEND THINK!”
“yes, we know there are magazines with pictures of naked women in them.”
“i think it’s great you work here, you’re gonna make a lot of money and here’s your first tip: don’t eat yellow snow.”
“being with her has been like being on a vacation..?”
what may be perceived as high maintenance, is merely attention to detail. and… generosity of spirit.”
“have you figured out what started the fire, mr fireman?”
“hold the phone, you’re not elizabeth’s dad?”
“boy did we make friends with the wrong sister.”
“i don’t think you should say that even when you are healthy.”
“come on now ya big faker!”
“yes honey, i made it myself.”
“nice camouflage, for a minute there i didn’t see you.”
“i’m sorry, we don’t have your sheep.”
“i’ve just realised i can sleep with my eyes open.”
“look i took a test and it turns out i do put my career before men.”
“i am not BLAH, i am a HOOT.”
“someone on the subway licked my neck, LICKED MY NECK!”
“DEAR GOD THIS PARACHUTE IS A KNAPSACK!”
“all right, rock paper scissors for who has to tell her to leave.”
“sometimes i hold stuff like this and pretend i’m a giant.”
“i’m glad we’re having a rehearsal dinner, i rarely get to practise my meals before i eat.”
“oh that makes me feel warm in my hollow tin chest.”
“i say more dumb things before 9am than most people say all day.”
“hi! i make jokes when i’m uncomfortable.”
“why yes, pressing my third nipple, it opens the delivery entrance to the magical land of narnia.”
“can you lose your virginity again? i feel like mine’s growing back.”
“until i was 25 i thought the only response to i love you was oh crap!”
“we swallow our feelings, even if it means we’re unhappy forever. sounds good?”
“you know, i don’t think i care.”
“SHUT UP, SHUT UP, SHUT UP!”
Me after the CA:CW commercial aired:
Logging onto tumblr after the CA:CW commercial:
“Galahad’s a damn fine agent and anyone who says differently can discuss it with me, at length, as they reorganize the entire weapons catalogs by hand.”
His eyes were blazing as he cut off the audio feed to the meeting and practically tossed his glasses away from him in disgust. He hated this, being at the round table. They needed a new Arthur and needed him now.
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Adeline welcomed his touches lovingly, shifting over to him so he may be at least a bit more comfortable. Her arm wrapped itself around him in return, and her hand began to gently drag up and down his back while the other lazily closed the files on the desk. Once everything was neat, she shifted in his grip and hugged him properly, curling into him and laying her lips on the top of his head.
❝ I think it’s time to relax, love… This all can wait. You’re more important, ❞ She paused, pressing a proper kiss against her lips’ resting place. ❝ You and I can attack this tomorrow, yeah? Let’s just go home. I’ll make dinner, I’ll draw you a nice bath, get you some nice champagne, light some candles, play some music, and I’ll give you a massage while you soak. It’ll be nothing but pampering for you tonight. ❞
As her voice washed over him, offering him delights and pamperings to soothe and relax- his mind rebelled quietly. He didn’t- he didn’t need any of that. He didn’t need her looking after him- he just needed her. He drew back, wet his lips and began to explain as much.
“As nice as that all is, it’s unneeded, Adeline. I just want you. Making dinner together, curled up on the sofa or in the bed... I don’t want anything but you beside me.”
His green eyes looked up imploringly. He wasn’t the type to enjoy being spoiled. Spoiling, sure. But he’d rather just...be with Addy than anything else.
There’s a litany of streaming curses coming from Merlin’s office.
“They usually give me the space I need to sort thes ou’ since none of them know a damn theng about technology…” His voice floated up, still bitter sounding as he worked as best he could. He let out a couple of sighs, and finally moved back out, rubbing at his back.
He’d been at this all day and his back was killing him. He wasn’t any better than when he’d begun and now he was just- tired. He looked at Q with a pained resignation.
“Seems I’m no’ much better.”
He let out a sigh and sat on the floor where Merlin was working under the computers. He watched for a while until the other tech came back out. Daniel sighed and shrugged. “Honestly, I think it’s better they give you the space you need whenever you’re in this kind of state. Better to avoid having things thrown at them.”
He returned Merlin’s gaze with a small smile. “Of course you’re better… C’mon, you look like you could use a break, yeah?”
“They’d all surely think so...” He rubbed up along his sore neck, expression dour. He’d really just wanted to fix things, go home...get some sleep. Not come in to deal with all this mess. But no..
He just looks at his friend and stands. “Fine, fine. I’m not going to argue with you. I do need a break. Rather it be a break from this entire mess, but a small one will have to do.”
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Adeline let out a small cackle of a laugh, and gently nudged his shoulder with her knuckles before she lovingly dragged her fingers along the back of his neck.
She picked up the file with her free hand, studying the picture for just a moment. ❝This guy looks like a walking Dorito,❞ She giggled, setting the file back on the desk and pointing to person’s torso. ❝Look.. Perfect fucking triangle…But anyways.. Can I help? At least filing some of this? I know your system.❞
His head tipped back, a soft hum accompanying her touch. Sometimes the barest of touches were so soothing- especially after a long and stressful day. He opened his eyes as the touch stopped and the giggling began, peering at the photo of the superhero with a sleepy regard.
Well, he was rather interestingly shaped. Still- he wasn’t going to giggle about it. He wasn’t as young as Adeline. At her next question, he wrapped his arm around her waist and brought his head into her belly. He didn’t want to even look at these anymore. Just soak in her warmth and her scent for at least a moment or two.
“Damn Superheroes and their giant cross country battles…” He grumbled as he filed paperwork. The amount of extra work he had to do to compensate for vigilantism lately was wearing on him.
❝I’d hardly say we’re superheroes, though the flattery is very much appreciated,❞ She laughed, coming up behind him and pressing a kiss to the top of his head as she placed a freshly-brewed mug of tea beside him. ❝Lemme guess… all this is either from me, or Eggsy. ❞
“Please, you’re many wonderful things- but neither of you are superheroes.” He gestured to the files on his desk and pulled out a photo of someone in a red, white and blue uniform.
“I’m talking about literal super humans. They always stir things up in the most public of ways- making it hard to get around anywhere in the shadows.” He gratefully took the tea though, downing half of it in one go.
“Well.... at least we know the new lenses work...”
“No’ exactly inconspicuous, though.”
“I’ll have to take your word for it.”
“You’re not nearly as funny as you think you are.”
He responded dryly, looking the other man over with the lenses. He was rather baffled by the readings he was getting. Murdoc had a lot of muscle for being a squirrely little lawyer. Interesting.
There’s a litany of streaming curses coming from Merlin’s office.
He slid back to give Q a particularly vicious glare, then slithered back into the machinery, muttering something about divs and a few other choice words about the English.
Seems that was a “no”.
Q sighed and walked over to where Merlin was despite the clear no that was given. “You’re quite the arse when you’re frustrated. Honestly, how do the knights deal with you when you’re all pissy like this?”
He was trying not to let Merlin’s stubborn nature get to him and frustrate him, but Q was already feeling quite frustrated by the other man.
“They usually give me the space I need to sort thes ou’ since none of them know a damn theng about technology...” His voice floated up, still bitter sounding as he worked as best he could. He let out a couple of sighs, and finally moved back out, rubbing at his back.
He’d been at this all day and his back was killing him. He wasn’t any better than when he’d begun and now he was just- tired. He looked at Q with a pained resignation.
“Seems I’m no’ much better.”
