bowstrung

“Do you even have to ask?” Alec continued a slow trail along Jace’s neck. If he could mark him he would, but then he knew that Jace wouldn’t really like having to cover up those spots. He supposed Jace could say he was with someone else, but then Alec wouldn’t like hearing that, so that would get them nowhere. “You locked the door, right?” He asked as he parted enough to look at him. Jace’s hands on his thighs had him itching to get closer to him, but he wanted to make sure that the chance of being caught together was slim. If anyone came by, they would likely think Jace wasn’t there or asleep. “Because we might do something indecent and I doubt anyone would want to walk in on this.”

Jace smiled and leaned up to kiss Alec. “I don’t have to, but I will anyway.” he answered. He always wanted to make sure it was what Alec wanted, something that eased the usual self doubt he hid from everyone but his parabatai. “Of course I locked the door, just in case you wanted to stay tonight. The last few days have been rough.” he explained, giving a grin. “How do you want me, baby?” he asked, one hand dipping between Alec’s legs to brush his fingers along his length. 

thingsididntknowwereerotic:

shiralipkin:

thelilithnoir:

startrektrashface:

schumie:

keeveet-talks:

obstinatecondolement:

I wonder when exactly it was that Star Trek stopped being perceived as light, fluffy, not-really-legitimate sci fi that ~housewives~ liked and started being seen as serious nerd business that girls had to keep their gross cooties off. 

Also when did the Beatles start to be remembered as rock legends rather than a silly boy band teenaged girls liked?

When men decided they liked them.

this is seriously exactly how it happened. Women were actually the first rock and roll ‘critics’ because they would write in to women’s papers and magazines to share and discuss what their kids were listening to when men still thought it was trashy teeny bopper music. once it became a lucrative, mainstream genre men shoved women out of the space. Men also tend to be gatekeepers once they move into formerly female spaces – early trek fandom was incredibly open and inclusive; women would set up fan get togethers in their own houses to discuss the show or invite the actors to visit before conventions became a thing, and then were huge in organizing the first conventions – but now the stereotype of a trekkie is a nerdy white dude who scoffs derisively at casual fans and newbies with his encyclopedic and pedantic knowledge of trek

I propose we call this “mentrification”

YES

I want an asshole with bleached hair and tattoos to mentrify cleaning house so that men get together and talk about which homemade artisan fermented essential oil spray they use on their oak table versus the pine bookshelves, and send the women out to the patio to drink mai tais while they talk shop about Real Things That Matter like which Dyson is the best for goldfish crumbs

sttormsofnight:

@themusechronicles cont. from here.

  Seth’s eyes lit up, wrapping his arms around Elliot’s neck. “I love you too.” He whispered, chewing on his lip. “And maybe,” Seth replied. “Maybe you ran away with me to kill me. I’ve seen weirder things.”

Elliot shook his head. “Nah, you know me by now. My kills are quick. I wouldn’t drag it out like this, that’s rude.” He tightened his hold on Seth and leaned to run his tongue over the other’s lip. “Let anyone try to take you from me. I’ll kill them.”

§ [for Steve from Tony]

lostshieldandhammer:

themusechronicles:

lostshieldandhammer:

Send me § and my muse will react to yours pushing them against a wall and kissing them.

Steve gasped sharply. He’d just walked into the penthouse after being gone for three weeks on a mission. He was banged up, bruised, sore, tired, and starving but Tony had accosted him as soon as he’d stepped off the elevator and Steve didn’t feel like stopping him.

@themusechronicles

Tont had been panicked for days, waiting for Steve to come home. “I thought I’d lost you.” He finally said as he tried not to cry. “You went iff radar and I couldn’t find you and…” He cut off, leaning to bury his face in Steve’s neck. “I was so worried, Steve…” He whispered.

“I’m sorry, honey,” Steve whispered softly, sliding his hands along his husband’s back. “I was ambushed. It was… rough, trying to get back to the pick up area. I was afraid Iw ouldn’t see you again. Tony… I uh.. I need to sit down though before I pass out…”

Tony pulled away to help Steve to the couch. “We got you home.” He said softly, sitting beside Steve and helping him undress some. “Let me see if I can help with anything.” His hands were shaking as he spoke, happy to have his husband home but still reeling from the fear of losing him.

§ [for Steve from Tony]

lostshieldandhammer:

Send me § and my muse will react to yours pushing them against a wall and kissing them.

Steve gasped sharply. He’d just walked into the penthouse after being gone for three weeks on a mission. He was banged up, bruised, sore, tired, and starving but Tony had accosted him as soon as he’d stepped off the elevator and Steve didn’t feel like stopping him.

@themusechronicles

Tont had been panicked for days, waiting for Steve to come home. “I thought I’d lost you.” He finally said as he tried not to cry. “You went iff radar and I couldn’t find you and…” He cut off, leaning to bury his face in Steve’s neck. “I was so worried, Steve…” He whispered.

sttormsofnight:

themusechronicles:

sttormsofnight:

@themusechronicles cont. from here.

“N-No.” Seth shook his head slightly, not even caring that Peter couldn’t see him. “No, you don’t have to send anyone. None of you would get here in time anyway.” Seth whispered, even though he knew that Peter could hear him as if he hadn’t. “Can you just… stay on the phone… with me? Talk to me, please? I- I like hearing your voice.”

Peter froze and set the pen down. “Seth, what happened?” He asked, worry clear in his voice. “I have contacts there who can get to you. Just tell me where you are.”

“I um… no, it’s okay. The only one I want here is you and it’ll be too late for that. I love you, you know.” Seth whispered. “Promise me something?”

“I can be there if you let me send someone.” Peter countered. “You have to hang on for me. Tell me that in person, okay?” He asked in a demanding voice, opening the system to track Seth’s phone. “I’ll promise you anything if you promise to tell me where you are so we can get to you.”

sttormsofnight:

@themusechronicles cont. from here.

“N-No.” Seth shook his head slightly, not even caring that Peter couldn’t see him. “No, you don’t have to send anyone. None of you would get here in time anyway.” Seth whispered, even though he knew that Peter could hear him as if he hadn’t. “Can you just… stay on the phone… with me? Talk to me, please? I- I like hearing your voice.”

Peter froze and set the pen down. “Seth, what happened?” He asked, worry clear in his voice. “I have contacts there who can get to you. Just tell me where you are.”