#((hey buddy!!))

[bugsoda]

bugs when frogs show up:

[beyondbellebby]

H-hi *waves*

Omigosh hi Kyle :D

[staggbones]

oh oh !! i believe pansexual is attraction to *all* genders, while bisexual is attraction to only a few!

that makes sense!! that seems to be the information that i’m gathering!!

[sulkybbarnes]

HELLO adam anon again! i love the idea that, after that initial time adam lets himself lean on ronan (literally + metaphorically), it really opens the door to adam being more comfortable in letting himself be vulnerable because he knows ronan will be there for him and support him!! and without him feeling uncomfortable about it!! +this definitely manifests itself as ronan doing things like washing adam's hair bc hello i love vulnerability + intimacy and so! do! they!

Adam showing vulnerability and open affection (which he has an abundance of) around Ronan truly gets me. He trusts Ronan enough to know that he can lean on him and seek out comfort whenever he needs it and Ronan would always provide. He’s always a solid warm presence for Adam to lean on. And when Ronan is the one who needs comforting, he silently comes up to Adam with a certain look on his face and Adam touches his cheek and kisses his temple and lets Ronan bury his face against Adam’s neck as the latter holds him tight. 

And on the topic of intimacy omg yeah I love casual intimacy so much, so I love to think of Adam arriving at the barns to find Ronan lying down in his bed or on the couch downstairs, lazily listening to music, so Adam just lies down next to him and tucks his head under Ronan’s chin where he can snuggle close to Ronan and hear the faint sound of his music coming from his headphones. He occasionally feels Ronan’s lips brushing against his forehead, and each time it happens his clutch at Ronan’s shirt tightens and he feels himself smiling. 

[tokyotheglaive]

32 In a way I can’t return

32. In a way I can’t return.

(going for kylux, let me know if you had a different ship in mind~)

Hux has never had intrusive thoughts before, so he has no basis of comparison, but he imagines his predicament is similar. He asked Mitaka, not long after it began.

“Sir?” Mitaka had said, unsure if he’d heard correctly.

“Intrusive thoughts,” Hux had repeated. “What are they like?”

Mitaka had explained in broad strokes that it was as if a thought had come at you from nowhere. He offered a personal example–unprofessional, to be sure, but welcome–of a moment where he, while working on the bridge, had the sudden and vivid notion that Captain Peavey quite resembled his aunt. He pictured the Captain in her signature floral-print dress and everything. Peavey hadn’t even been on the bridge and his aunt was long dead.

Hux had left the conversation with a slightly better understanding, which was dwarfed tremendously by his inability to see Peavey without remembering Mitaka’s amusing anecdote. He’d looked up the aunt, just for fun. The resemblance was uncanny.

But. This is something else. It has a source, for one thing, and it isn’t Hux’s imagination.

“Supreme Leader,” Hux says, drawing out the vowels in a way he knows grates on Ren’s nerves. “What a surprise.”

Ren doesn’t roll his eyes, but the twitch of his cheeks tells Hux it’s a near thing.

“General,” Ren murmurs. He stands just this side of too close to stare out the viewport alongside Hux. “I was under the impression you were working. Am I interrupting your leisure hours?”

As if I have any, Hux wants to spit. Instead, he says, “Interrupting? Not at all.”

He is, and Ren knows it. Hux had locked the lounge for good reason. He doesn’t want company right now. Leave it to Ren to disregard all signs and warnings and press on to do precisely what he wants.

“Good,” Ren replies. “I wouldn’t want to disturb you.”

As if, Hux thinks, but then, that’s uncharitable, isn’t it? Until this precise moment, Ren has been nothing if not cordial.

“How may I assist?” Hux asks. Ren doesn’t reply immediately. Hux can see his reflection in the transparisteel. Ren’s not looking at him, isn’t looking at much of anything. “Supreme Leader.”

“You never call me by my name anymore,” Ren says. His voice is soft. Hux doesn’t sigh, though he wants to.

“You’re the Supreme Leader,” Hux says, as if that explains everything. To him, it does.

“Not to you,” Ren says. Hux looks down.

“You’re the Leader of the Order,” Hux replies. His voice is dropping to match Ren’s before he can reconsider.

“In name.”

There’s something in Kylo’s voice that gives Hux pause. It’s not sadness, exactly, more–resignation.

“Su–Ren?”

Ren sighs. His reflection relaxes, and there it is–the thought.

I love you.

It’s not Hux’s. He knows it’s not from him. It’s not the first time, but it feels...

I love you. I love you. I love you.

“Ren?” Hux asks again.

“Shh,” Ren says. His eyes are closed and he’s listing to one side. Hux fights the urge to steady him until he doesn’t.

“Ren,” Hux says, surer this time. He opens his eyes.

“Well?” Ren asks. Hux doesn’t understand. “Do you?”

“Do I what?” Hux asks. Ren doesn’t reply. There are whole systems reflected in his eyes.

I love you.

Hux shudders.

“Yes, Ren,” he says. “I do.”

[moreredthanalive]

тнε нαтιηg gαмε

The bound ape’s brows pulled heavily over his eyes, as he caught sight of the chimpanzee who had killed his king. Red refused to make eye contact with Caesar, turning his head away with a feeble tug at the ropes that held his wrists and ankles together. Yet more ropes were woven into his bonds, tied firmly to a tree outside of the trench that the soldiers had attacked. Some of it still burned, and the scent of smoke still hung in the air.

Red did not know what had been done to the soldiers that had been captured along with him, and he did not particularly care. He cared not for the humans that he served; he cared only for himself. Caesar had separated Red from his comrades, and he did not know what that meant for him. 

What he did know was that his insides burned with hatred. Every bit of him felt hot, and his muscles begged him for relief. He could beat the chimpanzee into a pulp, if only he were free. And every part of him knew it. Caesar was weak; he always had been. Red was strong. The leader of the apes would fall if this gorilla caught him alone. Red had thirsted for the opportunity for two long years. And now, they were finally the only two apes, alone... except Red was tied up, restrained, and he could do nothing.

Lips pulled up from his mouth to expose his canines in a clear threat, and he finally turned his eyes to Caesar. He spoke in a hoarse, rasping voice through gritted teeth, malicious intention and hatred dripping from every word that his mouth and throat were able to form.

“I... tell you... nothing.”

@apesleadcr

[fifteenstrings-blog]

“ Is there a problem? ”

“Yes, actually.” Beira gave a huff, crossing her arms as she looked at Beckett. “This is incredibly embarrassing, but I’ve seemed to have, er... Misplaced my lute. How can I be a bard without my instrument?”