❝ｐｏｉｓｅｄ❞

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refugii:

when the girlfriend is so cute everyone around her does the blushy blushy

oh god he so cute be cool be cool

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when ur boyfriend is cute so u do the blushy blushy

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*prints this out and hangs it on my walls*

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The stress of long work days is evident across his features and it's main focus pining on his shoulder blades. The blunt of the pain eases as he stands in front of her seated figure, holding her cheeks, and feeling her arms wrapping around his middle. A weak smile spreads across his lips just before pressing them to her forehead, "I don't know if I could take microwave pizza or instant noodles for dinner again. We deserve some decent food— maybe tomorrow I'll take you out, what'd you say?"

   She rocked on the balls of balletic tiptoes, meeting pursing lips and receiving the pricking stubble of his unshaven chin, happily, on the bridge of her nose. Out of context, the lilac pooling under his lower lashes might have been a pretty color had itnot hinted further to his exhaustion against the  slight ashen tone his skin had taken in the hour. Despite his dilate eyes and open hands, she felt pangs of guilty sympathy for the spirit absent his brow and lips, too tired to dance their usual quirks. Lacing her fingers through his she relieved his legs to her mattress, pulling him into a heap of bed dressings.

                        ❝Ooo   are you asking me on a date?❞ 

  Feigning a swoon, she lay her chin in the crook of his shoulder and took her fingers to the knotted muscle ofhis shoulder blades. 

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Apprehension surfaces to her touch and her fear revolts throughout the room just as the cold air spirals in the midst of the storm. There’s a trust in the notion: for her to seek comfort in his touch and for him to remain as the animals do. However it remains, companionship versus instinct. His compassion reaches further than lives lost at the hand of the Fire Nation but by the lingering fear they’ve caused— even in the most menial of things. At night he calms their fears and reassures their safety; something she’s not exempt from.

                 ”It will pass, I promise.

                                                There’s no need to be scared, I’ll stay with you ‘til it’s gone,                                                 alright? No Freedom Fighter of mine’s going to be scared at                                                 some rain alone. Just promise me you’re going to try to stay                                                 strong through it.”

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   His reassurance is balm to her goose-flesh ails, though her spine refuses to be soothed from it's rigid track between her shoulders; It winds tighter, straighter in her neck to charm the pulsing vein  that snakes through her collar, straining against  her skin with ripeness of nervous, aching blood.  That blood that kept him at bay, even in her palm- that carried her raping, pillaging, nation's name.

                        ❝I promise     to try. Thank you, Jet.❞    A sympathetic aura radiates from his skin where it meets the callus and nail of her shaking fingertips,  it mingles with hers and the light under her lashed veil is the palest of pinks- a neglected flame of trust, compassion even. The same flush color bleeds into her cheeks and draws her grateful hand away. She begrudgingly uses it to sink back onto her bedroll.

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WHEN THE BAE COME BACK STRONGER THAN EVER.

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           ”—- It won’t.

                                 The Howler Monkeys haven’t fled. If they’re safe.                                  we’re safe.  I wouldn’t put  any of you  in danger.

                                                                      We might get some rain—                                                                                                      but we  need the  clean water. I                                                                                                      promise, try to go back to sleep.                                                                                                      It  should be  over  by  morning.”

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              She purses her lips in pause and    breaks the tension of a tight frown with   it's quavering lower lip. Matted lashes are evident of mussing tears that she'd wiped  away before her complaints- or insightful  alerts- of wind and rain and thunder.   His nonchalant shoulders frighten her as so as the storm; If it will strike regardless, her raised hand must be enough power to hold another fearful force- It falls on his broad back .                       ❝             I'm scared.❞

   The childish admittance catches in the bile of her swallowed anticipation. Between two  evils, she'd choose the lesser one as a  comfort.

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            “Listen, there’s nothing to be afraid of. The hideout is safe, I promise.”

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❝I was listening!     and I heard thunder.                                     The storm is getting                                     closer! You said it                                     wouldn't reach the                                       valley.❞

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fxmily / blockiings / itisacorpsewholovesyou

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              ❝ sorry ———- i’m not supposed to                    talk to strangers. ❞

❝I know how to fix that!                I'm Ty lee                                Now, you give me your name,     and we won't be strangers     anymore! Okay?❞

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JUST BURY ME IN PAIRINGS WHERE ONE PERSON’S BEEN THROUGH SO MUCH HELL AND HARDSHIPS, BUT LOOKS AT THEIR LOVER LIKE THEY’RE THE SUN, HOLDS THEIR LOVER CLOSE LIKE THEY’RE THE WARMEST THING IN THE COLDEST SNOW STORM, AND KISSES THEIR LOVER PASSIONATELY LIKE THEY’RE THE MOST IMPORTANT THING IN THE WORLD. 

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→   Soldier down, and he’s homebound.

       two years’ exp · independent · selective

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[17/365] Days of Music

That little friend shoots me up and downtown when I can get me drunk enough to pick me out the pieces of a place I call home.

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       Attention drifts from the movie to her—- his smile present as the tone of her agreement replays in his mind; it serves as hope for, not only it, but their current position and relaxation to be their norm once again. Sluggish behavior follows the last sip of his own before lifting his free hand to lift he stay hairs by her nape. It’s this intimacy he craves, not theirs woven through tangled limbs in sheets but his complete content calm in her presence. No matter however brief her stay, she’s been his sole companion to not remind him of any anxiety, fuck ups, past or pain lingering in the back of his mind, and if it arises, there’s trust in her presence to calm his woes and aid his peace. Despite the alcohol running in his system, he’s understand of the derivative of his ease.

             ”I’m glad you came over today.”

     If her curiosity peaks over her shoulder and onto his features, a kiss may fall onto her lips in thanks.

  With each ulterior session of fleeting touch and batting lash,she finds clearer the motives of her heart in it's last attempts to sway her. Each last little barrier between them is as thin as the sheen of dark hairs that dapple the arm tucked under her chin. 

                              ❝Me too!   I miss you.❞   However gleeful, her voice is certain. Passing days could only delight her more as they are more to see him,  glad to see her.  The soft point of her nose rest against a dark patch of old burn when she bows her head to plant a short kiss in the crook of his elbow;  so light as if she and warm, as if she would leave her smile in that paled crop of flesh. 

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*butterfly kisses on her cheek and neck b/c even though they've probably been apart for the night he still missed her*

Giggling because it tickles. And also because it’s cute.

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so i’ve had this blog for just about 4 months and in that time i’ve made some amazing friends, found wonderfully talented writers and had the pleasure of being a part of a great fandom. i have more followers on here than i ever have on a rp blog and i’m grateful for every one of you. i’ve been meaning to do a bias list for a long time but since i’m at 500, i figured now’s as good a time as any. thanks for putting up with my slowness and lack of quality. i love you, pals.

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