Reblog This Post To Ask Mutuals To Tell You Their Weirdest Theory About U

seriously, the only consistent exceptions I have seen on this website are odypen, percabeth, and frazel, and getting rid of those would like trying to make patrochilles, solangelo, cherik, wolfstar, or johnlock platonic. it would just be wrong.

and as a straight cis classics major who just finished the iliad for the 100th time? yeah, there is no platonic explanation, those two are a love story to last for millennia and a tragedy to tear your heart just as long.

"Not every ship has to be gay!"

Girl you're using TUMBLR. THE gayland. What did you expect?

bring back tumblr ask culture let me. bother you with questions and statements

Roy taking his trucker cap off and putting it on Jason's head, like a cowboy giving their hat to a girl: ;)

Dick, standing on the other side of the room: NOT IN FRONT OF THE KIDS

— Donte Collins

I formally apologise for all the unread codywan week fics, I wish I could dive into them but unfortunately my brain has decided to abruptly leave the battlefield husbands behind and focus on a beach divorce instead.

Cherik has my heart now.

Clark: It’s not that being around kids makes me uncomfortable, but why be a dad when you can be a fun uncle?

shout out to all the people still following me even though im a fucking idiot

Cody's just about to drift off, warm and a little sticky, when his comm chirps. He considers ignoring it even as he rolls over in the bunk, fumbling one-handed for the buzzing device.

It's nothing urgent - a partial conversation between Wolffe and Bly that he's being looped in on, rather unnecessarily in his opinion.

cc-3636 just because youve got a Fucking Boner for your jedi cc-3636 speaking of havent heard from codes since his new assignment cc-5052 oh yea cc-5052 hey cc-2224 hows your new general

He gets halfway through typing He's decent enough when Kenobi wakes up and drapes himself over Cody's shoulder, chest hair rubbing pleasantly across his bare back.

"I only rate decent?" his general murmurs, amusement curling in his voice. He looks thoroughly indecent, mouth red and bruised, hair mussed, hickeys dotting his throat.

Cody deletes it and sends He's acceptable instead.

Kenobi laughs. "Come back to sleep, my dear," he says, snuggling his nose into Cody's neck. Without bothering to open Wolffe's message - that bad huh ? - Cody allows himself to be rolled over and tucked against his general's front.

He'll deal with the command crew later. Right now they've got four hours before they need to be Marshal Commander or High General of anything, and Cody's all set to spend it sleeping in the arms of a beautiful, terrible, wondrous man.

reblog the money pigeon for a financially stable future

Reblog to hug prev poster (they need a hug)