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You and King Harald definitely had something going on I know it.

are you a narc?

#captain's log.#correspondence.#anonymous #op roleplay #one piece roleplay #op rp #one piece rp #rp #roleplay

@sockdooe, I apologize in advance if you're as clueless as I am, but I genuinely want to know.

What is the L/K "queerbait" I keep seeing people complain about? Did something major happen between Lance and Keith in seasons Five and Six-- like, they leaned in toward each other as if they were going to kiss only for it to be a gag/fake out?

I watched five seasons of this cartoon and saw absolutely no hint of anything baity with those characters.

Though I do see the validity in claims that fans were baited by Adam's significance in the show being hyped up

only for his actual role to not amount to much more than another means of hurting Shiro, this, in my opinion, is the closest the show got to genuinely baiting its audience:

There's no reason to animate Keith moving in for a hug this way, other than to give the impression that he was about to kiss Shiro like he's the fairytale prince to Shiro's Sleeping Beauty.

Continuing to interpret two teenaged boys butting heads and competing with each other as "sexual tension", even after, from what I read, the voice actor for one of those boys confirmed that his character is exclusively attracted to women, does not count as legitimate queerbaiting.

#Correspondence.#sockdooe #Takashi Shirogane #Shiro #Adam #Adashi #Half-Galra White Savior Keith #Sheith #Voltron: Legendary Defender #Meta.#VLD Meta.

mistletoe (for both together!)

send me ‘mistletoe’ for my muse’s response to being underneath mistletoe with your muse.

Fragrant notes of spices and warming oil drift through the kitchen, threading seamlessly into the familiar hum of holiday preparations. At the island counter, Clara and Odette stand shoulder-to-shoulder, voices pitched in low, insistent debate over the precise measure of queso costeño required for the family’s beloved buñuelo recipe.

Stepping soundlessly from the doorway, pointe shoes traded for bare feet, Carmilla pauses to savor the lively exchange; her daughters' affectionate bickering fills the space with warmth richer than any delicacy she could place upon their table. Lips curling gently into a mischievous smile, she raises her arm and suspends a small sprig of mistletoe above their heads; the soft clearing of her throat draws twin sets of eyes toward her, Clara and Odette falling abruptly silent, words forgotten mid-sentence.

“Girls,” she says, amusement coloring her voice, “perhaps, instead of quarrels, you might indulge your mother in a bit of peace.” Carmilla laughs softly, eyes shining with mirth as she gestures to her awaiting cheek with her free hand. “Come now, a single kiss; surely that is simpler to measure.”

#soffffttttttt #correspondence.#the moon that tethers my tide. clara. carminelegacy.#the sun that steadies my orbit. odette. carminelegacy.

I’m going for asphyxiation first.

With those delicate hands, lockpick? Well, perhaps you should attempt it. I could use a light massage.

#correspondence.#alphateamsfinest #being a worldly terror causes some tension; as I'm sure you can imagine.

@fabreai sent : [ text ] I’m always picking up after you

[ 21:22 sms : mnemosyne ] : i am certain you’d like to think that. [ 21:23 sms : mnemosyne ] : one of us is making my activities your problem and that person is not me. [ 21:24 sms : mnemosyne ] : if you don’t want to “ pick up ” after me, nobody’s holding a gun to your head. [ 21:25 sms : mnemosyne ] : it might be simpler for you to simply admit that you are looking for reasons to run into me. you wouldn’t have to go through all this extra effort.

TEXT MESSAGE SENTENCE STARTERS.

#fabreai #correspondence.#geralt: [thor meme] ARE YOU THOUGH #i'm crying this is so funny

CALL / A & R. ( december 4th, 2018; 7 pm )

It was difficult to act as though everything was back to normal after Rafaella had left a few hours earlier; as though he could put the disarrayed pieces of his reality back together and simply pretend that they formed the image that has been imprinted onto his sight for years now and not the one that has both eluded and blinded him ever since that decisive moment when he felt the bed dip beside him in an undeniable declaration of the impossible, the unattainable.

It was difficult. It’s still difficult. And yet, he can’t help but indulge the gritty, shard-like remnants of that part of him that grasped for control with the exact desperation that had cast him astray the other night. Somehow, Rafaella was able to dissuade him from going to work that morning, and along with that, he doesn’t have the energy to go anywhere; and so he busied himself with the only distraction available which is cleaning the mess he had made of his living space. It’s as he is doing so that he stumbles upon a familiar coil of rosy silk, folded and placed with obvious care on the pillow situated on the right side of the bed -- where Rafaella slept last night. He stills, eyeing it with such intensity that one would think he’s expecting it to grow teeth and launch itself at his throat. Taking a deep breath, he pulls out his phone from his pocket, thumb hovering over the contact ID contemplatively before he scowls and sharply taps ‘call’.

ALEX: Ciao. Are you busy?

The pause that follows tips his heart into a flitting spike. His lips purse.

ALEX: If you are, I won’t keep you for long. You... you forgot your scarf again.

#correspondence.#with: rafaella.#in the words of my mans glittery lockhart #a crackhead is as a crackhead does #also #we know this is a thread in disguise but #pls indulge the illusion

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