[illlicitaffair]

anyway

[padawanlost]

Hayden Christensen as Anakin Skywalker in Episode III: Revenge of the Sith (2005)

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[bangurz]

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[namtan]

[bbunit]

[leneemusing]

softer prompts

“  i’m not going anywhere.  ” “  you make me feel safe.  ”   “  i think i might be in love with you.  ” “  i just like seeing you happy.  ” “  just let me take care of you.  ” “  you’re my family.  ” “  i can stay, if you want.  ” “  you make me feel alive.  ” “  you’re captivating.  ” “  i want you to know i’ll always be here for you. whatever you need.  ” “  you don’t have to tell me anything, we can just sit here.  ” “  i trust you. more than anyone else.  ” “  you have a beautiful soul.  ” “  i feel like i could watch you all day. everything you do has a touch of magic to it.  ” “  i hope i see you in my dreams.  ” “  do you trust me?  ” “  you don’t ever have to pretend. not with me. not ever.  ” “  i love you, every part of you. even the parts you don’t like.  ” “  you make everything a little easier.  ” “  will you just…hold me? please.  ” “  just tell me everything’s gonna be okay.  ” “  you’re enough. you’re more than enough.  ” “  you have my heart in your hands. be gentle with it.  ” “  i wanna be the one you go to. the first one you tell when there’s something good. the shoulder to cry on when it’s bad. and every mundane thing in between. i want to share it all with you.  ” “  i have faith in you.  ” “  i’ve never met anyone quite like you.  ” “  knowing you is like…coming home. like i’ve finally found something that’s been missing all this time.  ” “  every hard thing in my life feels worth it. it all led me to you.  ” “  i feel like i could endure anything as long as i have you to come home to.  ” “  i can tell something’s bothering you.  ” “  what can i do to help?  ” “  come on. let’s get out of here.  ” “  i’m taking you somewhere special.  ” “  where are you taking me?  ” “  i don’t need grand gestures or declarations of love. i just need you. all of you.  ” “  you make me feel like i’m worthy.  ” “  you deserve good things.  ” “  i want to be your home.  ” “  loving you is like something holy.  ” “  i made you something.  ” “  come back to bed.  ” “  stay the night with me.  ” “  are you sure you’re okay?  ” “   you wanna talk about it?  ” “  did you wanna tell me something?  ”  “  you’ll always have me.  ” “  i’m proud of you.  ”   “  i need you.  ” “  thank you. for always being there for me.  ” “  don’t ever let anyone make you doubt your worth.  ” “  i’m not leaving you. not ever.  ”   “  you have kind eyes.  ”   “  sleep, my love. i’ll keep the nightmares away.  ”   “  there’s so much light in you.  ” “  i want you here.  ”  

ACTIONS: 

❀ for a forehead kiss ✦ for our muses to hold hands ❉ for one muse to nap against the other ✱ for one muse to surprise the other ✸ for our muses to cuddle  ❄ for our muses to enjoy the first snow of winter  ♛ for my muse to teach yours something new ☂ for our muses to stargaze  ♡ for one muse to wake the other with breakfast in bed ♤ for a kiss on the palm ☁ for our muses to get caught in the rain without an umbrella ☀ for one muse to surprise the other with a home-cooked meal  ☾ for one muse to hug the other without explanation  ♞ for one muse to give the other a massage  ✞ for one muse to give the other flowers ✔ for one muse to caress the other’s face ✚ for our muses to shower/bathe together  ＄for one muse to catch the other staring lovingly 

[illlicitaffair]

&.    @praesaes​    prompted:   ❛    what’s    —    uh    —     are    we    laughing    or    crying    ?     ❜    /    daniel    &    grace

   THE    QUEEN    OF    HEARTS    &    THE    JACK    OF    SPADES    --    a    pair    unlike    most,    opposites    at    first    glance    but    holding    their    own    power    against    the    dealer.    at    least    she    had    thought    so.    they    had    started    their    own    life,    packing    the    heavy-weighted    baggage    &    shoving    it    away    with    the    skeletons    that    lingered    in    the    closet.    she    had    thought    progress    was    made,    a    group    of    blurred    faces    scanned    by    glossy    eyes    proves    that    maybe    she    hadn’t    escaped    the    flames    without    burns.    an    innocent    gesture    to    most,    a    simple    party    game    --    isn’t    that    what    normalcy    meant    ?    rejoining    life    as    if    she    hadn’t    dug    herself    from    the    depths    of    hell    &    waited    for    absolution.    panic    creeps    into    her    throat    &    cuts    off    her    air    supply,    her    chest    tightening    as    her    heart    beat    loudly    between    quick    inhales.    bright    panicked    hues    searched    the    room    for    him    --    he’d    find    her,    wouldn’t    he    ?    he    never    loved    the    game,    but    he    had    excelled    at    it    where    she    had    been    concerned.    an    invisible    string    wrapping    around    their    fingers    &    connecting    them    long    before    they    knew    what    it    would    mean.    she    isn’t    sure    how    long    she’s    been    sitting    on    the    cool    tiles,    a    relief    to    her    heated    flesh    before    there’s    a    knocking    on    the    bathroom    door,    barely    heard    over    her    own    hyperventilation.        ❝            jesus    --    it’s    occupied    !            ❞    but    then    he’s    in    front    of    her,    rough    pads    dragging    across    silky    skin    &    she    feels    at    peace.    no    one    man    should    possess    this    power    but    adonis    wore    it    well.    

     her    features    twist    between    relief    &    sorrow,    letting    out    a    wet    noise    unsure    if    what    she    had    released    was    a    sob    or    closer    to    a    pitiful    chuckle.    tears    dripping    to    the    darkened    circles    that    outline    her    eyes    no    amount    of    make    up    seemed    to    hide.    the    bindings    held    together    by    force    of    will    had    begun    to    come    undone    &    it    was    hardly    fair    to    ask    him    to    hold    it    together    for    her    while    she    waited    for    the    glue    to    dry.    surviving    isn’t    glorious    --    it    isn’t    like    crossing    the    finish    line    &    celebrating    victory.    it    feels    more    like    dragging    her    body    across    heated    coals    in    seek    of    a    relief    she    isn’t    sure    she’ll    ever    find.    it’s    exhausting    &    it    never    seems    to    follow    a    straight    path,    instead    full    of    twists    &    turns    that    she’s    all    but    lost    the    map    to    aid    her    venture    to.        hadn’t    he    warned    her    of    this    ?    offered    her    an    out    (    why    couldn’t    she    ever    figure    out    his    clues    ?    )    she    hadn’t    been    prepared    but    stubbornness    set    her    shoulders    back    &    raised    her    chin    in    defiance.    embarrassment    floods    into    her    system    as    she    tucks    her    small    frame    into    him,    limbs    coiled    tightly    as    she   rested    in    his    lap.    finger    tips    dip    into    the    soft    fabric    of    his    button    down,    the    warmth    of    his    skin    welcomed    as    the    steady    thrum    of    his    heart    grounded    her    to    him.    ❝            i    thought    i    was    ready    --            ❞    one    day    she’d    learn    that    the    flow    of    her    hauntings    didn’t    work    on    her    expected    timeline.

[illlicitaffair]

praesaes​:

what  he  would  have  done  if  she  didn’t  come  into  his  life  when  she  did     ?     would  he  have  continued  as  normal ,     live  in  oposites  sides  of  a  too  big  house  with  charity ,     nurse  a  bottle  of  alcohol  until  it  became  the  end  of  him          &         he  was  six  feet  under     ?     or  maybe  the  curse  would  get  to  him .     whichever  came  first  he  guess .     but  instead ,     he  was  lucky          :          didn’t  pull  the  shortest  straw  for  once .     who’s  the  black  sheep ,     who’s  the  disappointment  now ,     dad     ?!     however ,     before  any  of  that  could  happen          :          she  stepped  into  his  life ,     into  his  path          &          everything  shifted .     pulled  himself  up  from  beneath  the  waves  of  sorrow  and  made  it  out ,     walked  away  when  everything  burned .     his  saving  grace .     in  every  way  possible .     cursed  to  survive          &          now  he  lives ,     not  just  surviving .     she  brings  life  back  into  every  aspect  of  his  being        :          and  a  future  without  her  seems  impossible  to  imagine .     it’s  a  we  and  no  longer  a  me .     it’s  a  rare  but  hearthy  thing  when  she  swat  his  chest          :          laughter  originate  from  deep  within  before  spilling  across  lips          &          into  the  space  between  them .     watch  her  with  joy  and  playfulness  twinkling  in  eyes          :          thumb  swipe  across  her  lower  lip .          ❝          oh ,     promises ,     promises          .   .   .          ❞         he  tsk  tsk  the  words          :          smile  stretching  across  features .     hand  shift  to  the  side  of  her  neck  instead          &         arm  wrap  around  her ,     fingers  splay  out  over  her  lower  back  as  he  moves  a  bit  closer .     there  has  been  something  about  her  ever  since  he  first  saw  her .     perhaps  it’s  cliche ,     but  she  had  touched  something  deep  within  and  now  she  had  found  a  home  within  his  heart .     the  first  person  he  truly  and  wholly  loved .           ❝          think  i’d  take  you  home  with  that  mouth     ?     would  have  been  forced  to  hide  you  away ,     grace .          ❞         leans  down          &          forehead  press  lightly  against  hers .     no ,     take  her  home  to  get  married ,     to  play  the  game ,     it  would  never  be  on  the  table .     even  the  smallest  maybe  of  losing  her          .   .   .          grows  a  little  more  serious  then ,     air  softly  exhaled .           ❝          no ,     it  would  have  been  just  you  and  me .          ❞

    THERE’S    A    RARENESS    to    the    curve    of    his    mouth    that    makes    each    appearance    precious    to    her,    withering    under    his    loving    gaze    like    a    flower    only    just    beginning    to    bloom.    sarcasm    dripped    from    his    canines    &    coated    his    lips    with    the    sorrow    that    hid    behind    his    wit    --    it    left    her    wondering    what    it    would    taste    like.    if    alex    had    given    her    hell,    would    he    grant    her    liberation    ?    ❝            are    you    trying    to    flirt    with    me,    daniel    le    domas    ?            ❞    there    had    been    a    time    that    she    assumed    she’d    never    be    able    to    hold    that    name    in    her    mouth    without    acid    seeping    down    the    back    of    her    throat    but    now    it    came    out    in    a    tease,    sweetness    gripping    each    syllabus    in    pristine    lace.        she    doesn’t    recoil    from    his    touch,    instead    finds    comfort    in    it,    leaning    closer    to    a    warmth    his    once    icy    demeanor    would    have    snuffed    out.        from    the    moment    she    met    him    there    had    been    a    soft    buzz    that    echoed    through    a    bond    between    two    kindred    souls    --    she    likes    to    think    that    they    had    been    searching    for    the    same    things    this    entire    time.    she    desperately    ached    for    a    sense    of    belonging,    for    a    family    that    would    accept    her    &    care    for    her    in    a    way    she    never    had    felt    (    wasn’t    he    searching    for    those    same    rose    tinted    lens    ?    )    at    the    mention    of    hiding    her    away    a    poorly    timed    chuckle    erupts    from    her    chest    followed    by    a    soft    snort,    she    never    did    fool    him    with    the    illusion    she    attempted    to    sketch    for    his    family,    poise    &    proper    was    never    the    skin    she    felt    most    comfortable    in.        fucking    rich    people.        ❝            don’t    you    remember    ?    i    already    won    that    fucking    game.            ❞    it    would    be    effortless,    to    tilt    her    head    upward    &    catch    his    lips    with    hers    but    she    doesn’t    dare    move,    instead    lids    flutter    shut    as    she    inhales    &    finds    her    sense    of    gravity,    tucking    herself    close    to    him    as    if    he    held    the    ability    to    shield    her    from    reality    still.    ❝            just    you    &    me    ?            ❞    deja    vu,    no    ?    was    that    how    their    stories    were    always    meant    to    end    --    she    fell    in    love    with    the    devil    &    this    was    her    reward.        ❝            sounds    kinda    nice.            ❞

[aayla-securas]

158/∞ hailey upton scenes.

[illlicitaffair]

&.    manysigns    prompted:    just...    stay    for    the    night.    (    u    know    who    this    is    for    )

      COPPER    STAINED    COURAGE    ACTS    AS    LUBRICANT    for    words    she    isn’t    sure    would    slip    free    if    his    mind    was    sober.        this    case    had    hit    them    hard,    she    could    see    it    in    the    way    he    carried    himself,    his    frustrations    mirroring    her    own    as    bouts    of    anger    exploded    from    their    veins    &    spilled    into    their    lives.    had    they    been    faster,    figured    it    out    sooner,    the    death    count    that    hangs    over    their    heads    like    storm    clouds    heeding    a    warning    may    be    easier    to    lay    to    rest.    ❝            jay    --            ❞    she    isn’t    sure    he    knows    the    weight    his    words    hold    for    her,    it’s    different,    being    on    the    opposite    end    of    this    secret    &    she    knows    that    she    should    go    before    these    hours    hold    more    meaning    than    they    ever    should.    she’s    stayed    longer    &    drank    more    than    she    already    had    intended.    ❝            you    know    it    wouldn’t    be    a    bad    thing    if    you    actually    got    some    sleep    for    once.            ❞        she’s    too    close    to    this,    she    should    rise    from    the    spot    they’ve    all    but    deemed    as    her    own,    frosted    crystal    still    balanced    in    her    palms    but    yet    she    stays.    the    slight    buzz    that    vibrates    temptation    calling    out    for    her    to    make    good    on    his    offer,    but    logic    was    unwilling    to    make    the    first    move    toward    something    that    would    bring    too    many    consequences    she    wasn’t    prepared    to    pay    the    cost    for.    ❝            i’ll    call    a    cab.            ❞

[illlicitaffair]

you ever think both erin & hailey both went to new york......but hailey’s coming home because she misses the wind........& him...

[haileyupstead]

*phone rings*

[sagamemes]

fifty ways to kiss someone.   send me a 💏 and i will randomise a number in order for my muse to kiss yours…

…good morning.

…goodnight.

…goodbye.

…where it hurts.

…where it doesn’t hurt.

…on a falling tear.

…to shut them up.

…in secrecy.

…in public.

…desperately.

…in joy.

…in grief.

…discreetly.

…casually.

…passionately.

…lazily.

…to distract.

…as encouragement.

…for luck.

…on a scar.

…on a place of insecurity.

…in a rush of adrenaline.

…in relief.

…in danger.

…as a ‘yes’.

…as an apology.

…as a suggestion.

…as a lie.

…as a promise.

…as comfort.

…after a small rejection.

…to wake yours up.

…forcefully.

…to pretend.

…to gain something.

…to give up control.

…without a motive.

…because yours is running out of time.

…because mine is.

…because the world is ending.

…because the world is saved.

…out of pride.

…out of greed.

…out of lust.

…out of anger.

…out of envy or jealousy.

…out of spite.

…out of habit.

…out of necessity.

…out of love.

[illlicitaffair]

&.    @praesaes​    prompted:    you    look    perfect.    daniel    to    grace    🥺

    HE    SUFFERS    IN    SILENCE    &    she    thinks    it’s    nothing    more    than    habitual    for    him.    was    that    why    he    nursed    amber    liquid    with    the    same    need    as    his    lungs    craved    air    ?    his    survival    had    been    based    upon    how    many    hours    he    could    string    together    where    the    only    thing    he    could    feel    was    numbness.    the    black    sheep    &    the    sacrificial    lamb.    what    would    have    happened    if    their    paths    were    the    ones    that    intertwined    ?    they    say    shared    trauma    bonds    it’s    victims    but    she    thinks    there    is    something    deeper    that    keeps    them    shifting    in    the    same    orbit.    was    it    time    that    the    poets    rewrote    icarus'    tragic    fate    ?    he    flew    close    to    the    sun    &    yet    when    he    crashed    he    didn’t    disintegrate.    he’s    close    enough    that    she    can    smell    the    lingering    coffee    on    his    breath,    a    heat    blossoming    in    the    pit    of    her    stomach    as    she    dared    peak    up    through    thick    lashes.    she    had    no    right    wondering    what    it    was    like    to    kiss    him    --    the    question    of    if    she    felt    whole    again    because    of    the    work    she    had    done    or    was    it    because    he    fit    so    seamlessly    with    her    jagged    edges.    everything    had    changed    &    yet    he    stayed    familiar,    creating    routines    with    her    that    offered    bumpers    to    run    along    the    gutters    leading    her    in    some    sort    of    direction    she    lost.    ❝            wait    --            ❞    it    comes    out    on    a    breath    as    she    refuses    to    pull    herself    from    this    gravitational    pull,    her    eyes    flickering    down    to    stare    at    his    lips    before    her    mind    catches    up    to    her    --    there    was    something    she    needed    to    know.    ❝            if    i    met    you    first    --            ❞    did    he    tell    charity    the    possibility    of    her    card    ?    the    question    is    one    she    feels    she    should    have    asked    months    ago,    her    curiosity    burning    a    hole    into    her    soul    but    the    time    never    seemed    right    to    find    clarity.        ❝            would    you    have    told    me    ?            ❞        would    he    have    even    taken    the    chance        ?    she    thinks    she    knows    the    answer    &    there’s    a    comfort    he    may    not    understand,    he    once    told    her    that    if    anyone    was    going    to    save    her,    it    would    be    alex,    but    in    the    end    --    it    was    always    going    to    be    him.

[eternalmemes]

𝐆𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋𝐒 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒 ! ( season two,  part one )

❛  oh my god,  what happened ?  ❜ ❛  make sure you get up early so he doesn’t see you.  ❜ ❛  what do you want here ?  you wanna act like nothing’s wrong ?  ❜ ❛  normal people  —   good people  —  they don’t do what you did.  ❜ ❛  see,  that’s your problem right there.  you wanna get down in the dirt so bad but you wanna keep your hands clean,  huh ?   ❜ ❛  i just want it to be over.  ❜ ❛  what’s  —  uh  —   are we laughing or crying ?  ❜ ❛  wait,  he’s not dead ?  ❜ ❛  i don’t know what they promised you,  or how much you got paid,  but we both know you sold out here  —  big time.  ❜ ❛  you don’t show up at my home like a crazy person unless you’re a crazy person  —  are you crazy ____ ?  ❜ ❛  i had a gun on a bunch of people,  my hands were full.  ❜ ❛  i can sense you have some questions.  ❜ ❛  look at us  —  boning in a bed.  ❜ ❛  what do you want,  you wanna throw me in jail ?  ❜ ❛  i did your job for you.  i gave you a gift.  i handed it to you with a big bow around it.  ❜ ❛  how much did they pay you to look the other way ?  ❜ ❛  i’m telling you that kid’s shady as hell.  ❜ ❛  what’s up,  you miss me ?  ❜ ❛  it could be bad for all of us so,  yeah,  i’m gonna need you to take care of him.  ❜ ❛  don’t you have anyone who’s a little more… experienced in that particular arena.  ❜ ❛  sometimes it’s just the end of the road,  yeah,  and you’ve gotta deal with it.  ❜ ❛  you lied,  snuck around,  climbed into bed with a whole bunch of shady people.  ❜ ❛  i can’t just murder someone,  i’m not a psychopath !  ❜ ❛  not easy being the boss,  huh ?  ❜ ❛  the only thing left of value that i have are my eggs.  ❜ ❛  i don’t think i’ve ever looked at  ___  the way you look at  ___  ❜ ❛  the deal was we kill you.  wanna go back to that ?  ❜ ❛  i want you to come back to bed.  ❜ ❛  what’s crazy is that you can’t even look at me !  ❜ ❛  see now,  we can see each other any time we want.  ❜ ❛  are you in any sort of trouble ?  ❜ ❛  i’m just saying  —  not everybody can be good at everything.  ❜ ❛  i googled the cleanest way to kill somebody.  ❜ ❛  so you must not have gotten much sleep,  then,  huh ?  ❜ ❛  man,  that’s a hell of a story  —   i just wish it was true.  ❜ ❛  you see,  you can’t shoot someone if you don’t use any bullets.  ❜ ❛  hey,  what’s with the pity party ?  ❜ ❛  he sells boner pills,  something bad was bound to happen.  ❜ ❛  i can’t do this anymore.  ❜ ❛  i don’t think i’ve gotten a full night’s sleep in over two months — knowing you is like having a newborn.  ❜ ❛  it’s over when you finish it.  ❜ ❛  you know what ?  i think you should kill him. ❜ ❛  you’ve taken a couple of swings now,  champ,  and you did great,  but it’s time to bring in the a-team.  ❜ ❛  what are you doing here ?  ❜ ❛  i don’t love you. ❜ ❛  i hate you.  i do.  i hate you so much.  ❜ ❛  just tell them it was an accident.  ❜ ❛  what’s the worst thing you’ve ever done ?  ❜