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#☆ help me obi juan kenobi ur my only hoe. ☽ ooc post

fiercehearts:

the shadowhunter could feel the split second of tensing up under him, he could feel that he had said something until realization hit him and he wanted to punch himself in the face. he slowly sat up , letting his eyes roam over his boyfriends pretty face and pressed a soft kiss to his lips. „ i love you. i love you more than anything and i didn’t mean it like that. you’re just.. i mean… i this was meant to stay in the bedroom , nothing more.. i never.. i am sorry. “

Magnus was a little disgruntled when Alec pulled away as, let’s be honest, the thing that he craved most in the world, at any given moment, was affection from his lovely boyfriend. That’s when Alec began to speak, and all discomfort melted away. He lifted his fingertips to graze across Alec’s cheek, resting his forehead against Alec’s, close enough that he could feel the shadowhunter’s warm breath ghost over his lips. “Hey...I love you, Alexander. I know you didn’t mean it like that. C’mere...” There was barely distance between them, but Magnus wanted to bridge it.

#☆ thread ☽ magnus bane #fiercehearts #☆ you get to exhale now. ☽ queue

Poe couldn’t hide the curl of his lip, the way his eyes lit up just from being given affection. “If you wanted my attention, you could’ve just said so. No need to get all grabby.” As if he didn’t want to get grabbed. Poe definitely, for certain, did not mind when he put his hands on him. Poe wrapped his arms around his neck, shifting to close their proximity. “What can I do for you, handsome?”

// OPEN STARTER - POE DAMERON [ OPEN TO MALE ID’ING MUSES]

#☆ would dying get me out of this conversation? ☽ open starter #☆ you get to exhale now. ☽ queue

It was a close fucking call. Whatever they were supposed to be fighting was not what it was described as, in fact, was bigger and smellier and had nearly killed them both. I mean, of fucking course they still saved the planet and got the bounty, but it was close as hell. Too close for comfort. Now, in the safety of the ship, Peter grabbed the medkit from the bathroom before scooting off to the common area, peeling off his shirt as he went because there was a lot of blood gushing from his stomach and that was not normal.

“Well, that answers that. I’m gunna need stitches.” Peter exhaled, feigning that that shit didn’t hurt quite as bad as it fucking did.

// OPEN STARTER - PETER QUILL [ OPEN TO ALL]

#☆ would dying get me out of this conversation? ☽ open starter #☆ you get to exhale now. ☽ queue

Peter didn’t know who else to go to. He was bleeding and broken and beaten to a pulp, and he could barely move. She lived nearby…she was close. So, Peter carried his battered body up her fire escape and into her apartment via an open window, clutching his side as he desperately cried out for her as best he could. “…please…” He stumbled forward a few more steps before he fell to his knees, holding himself up with his hands.

// OPEN STARTER - PETER PARKER [ OPEN TO FEMALE ID’ING MUSES]

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Natasha had a brain. She knew that she really shouldn’t have feelings for her, it was probably the worst idea possible. In fact, it was definitely the worst idea possible, even though it wasn’t something that she could control. She was a cool, calculated powerful woman and that was everything that attracted Natasha and more. Fucking annoying, really. However, rules were rules, and no one within the gang was allowed to date anyone else within the gang, so no matter how much Natasha wanted to kiss her when they were hiding in a closet with little space between them, she mustn’t! Natasha knew better. Focus on the mission!

// OPEN STARTER - NATASHA ROMANOFF [ OPEN TO FEMALE ID’ING MUSES]

#☆ would dying get me out of this conversation? ☽ open starter #☆ you get to exhale now. ☽ queue

“For so long, I didn’t have family…” Matt swallowed hard at tugged softly at his collar in an attempt to loosen the tightness residing in the base of his throat. He took a sip of his beer, the normally calming taste not causing the numbing effect that he’d like. “I know it’s hard to understand, but Elektra, she was…she was all I had.”

// OPEN STARTER - MATT MURDOCK [ OPEN TO ALL]

#☆ would dying get me out of this conversation? ☽ open starter #☆ you get to exhale now. ☽ queue

anxietyproblem

#☆ help me obi juan kenobi ur my only hoe. ☽ ooc post #☆ you get to exhale now. ☽ queue

tylerposey

#☆ i’m not looking for forgiveness and i’m way past asking permission. ☽ wishlist #☆ you get to exhale now. ☽ queue

lace-deactivated

my kind of flirting is getting into a physical fight with someone and finally pressing them against a brick wall, a knee between their legs and my hand roughly grabbing their jaw, leaning in way too close into their personal space and whispering “you done already?”

#☆ i’m not looking for forgiveness and i’m way past asking permission. ☽ wishlist #☆ you get to exhale now. ☽ queue

“I don’t care,” Maia growled, tone low and guttural. The sexual tension between the two of them had been unholy for the past couple of nights that they’d visited the Hunter’s Moon. Drinking, flirting, making those sarcastic little comments that heated her to her core. It didn’t matter if they were supposed to hate one another, all Maia could think about was tearing their clothes from their body and fucking until neither of them could walk. So, she cornered them as soon as she had announced last call, locking the bathroom door shut behind her. “Shut up. Take off your pants.”

// OPEN STARTER - MAIA ROBERTS [ OPEN TO ALL ]

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“hmm…it’s faster than average,” magnus commented, a slight smirk on his features as he measured the other’s heartbeat, stethoscope pressed to skin. it was obvious as to the reason why; they had stared at him when he entered the waiting room and called their name and hadn’t stopped staring wide-eyed since. it was kind of cute actually, which was aided by the fact that the man himself was quite cute.

// OPEN STARTER - MAGNUS BANE [ OPEN TO ALL]

#☆ would dying get me out of this conversation? ☽ open starter #☆ you get to exhale now. ☽ queue

lilmamabeyellin

#☆ i’m not looking for forgiveness and i’m way past asking permission. ☽ wishlist #☆ you get to exhale now. ☽ queue

Luke had fully accepted his status as “the dad friend” (or so Clary and Simon seemed adamant on calling him), because, yeah he tended to be more caring than the apathetic. Sure, he’d been having a rough time now that he was no longer pack leader, now that he was no longer a cop, but he knew that something horrible had happened to his friend. Luke was more than just a Cop, more than an Alpha, and he had kept who he was after this whole ordeal. Clary was gone, but he was grieving on his own terms and more than hopeful that she wasn’t gone for good. There was no way she could be–so this kept his hopes up and his eyes on the horizon. Luke wasn’t one to mope, after all. He had something else to focus on, now. “What’s wrong?”

// OPEN STARTER - LUKE GARROWAY [ OPEN TO ALL]

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Jessica was exhausted. Like, bone deep exhausted. It had been a hell of a fucking day, being chased around the city by some dirt bag who didn’t like the fact that she was a private investigator taking pictures of him having a threesome while his wife was away. To be fair, she hadn’t been hiding very well and she blamed him, for being on her mind. Usually, she didn’t let guys fuck with her head like this but this man…he was something different. Not a piece of shit with rocks for brains and a shrimp dick, no, he was better. So, here Jess was, returning to her apartment slash office after a long ass day, pushing ten pm when she saw that him was there, sitting on the only piece of real furniture in the room (the bed) watching TV. Huh. Weird. Not uncomfortable, though. Without a word, Jessica dropped her messenger back on the ground next to her desk before she sat in his lap. He looked like he was going to say something, so Jess, out of reflex, replied, “Keep your mouth shut. It’s been a long day.”

// OPEN STARTER - JESSICA JONES [ OPEN TO MALE ID’ING MUSES]

#☆ would dying get me out of this conversation? ☽ open starter #☆ you get to exhale now. ☽ queue

dakotajonson

HENRY GOLDING in Monsoon (2019) dir. Hong Khaou

#☆ i have nothing to prove to you. ☽ wanted opposites #☆ you get to exhale now. ☽ queue

valtsv

oh to be pinned against a wall by my arch nemesis who i am secretly pining for and smirk insolently up at them while fantasizing about kissing them and being kissed back as they lean forward until our noses are almost touching to whisper threats which are meant to intimidate me but only turn me on more in my ear

#☆ i’m not looking for forgiveness and i’m way past asking permission. ☽ wishlist #☆ you get to exhale now. ☽ queue

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