#009.

[preempire]

" admit it. you had FUN today! "

@alongtimeago, i don't even remember what meme. Hi ad'ika

Din sighs, but the sound comes with quite a bit of fondness attached to it. Though he turns his T-visor in Grogu's direction in an attempt to give him a look, the big smile on the child's face doesn't seem to be fading any time soon.

All right. Maybe it won't hurt to indulge him.

"...it was a little" -- Din brings his index and thumb close together -- "fun.

"You forget I had to wear this the whole time, kid."

Gesturing to his drenched body suit, Din's head tilts in emphasis. Grogu had the benefit of playing in the water without having to ruin his coat; Din will need to dry in the sun a while longer, still.

(But he did like playing in the river with his son.)

[wraithstill]

IT'S LONELY AT THE TOP, inej's 'succession' verse / a trick or treat gift from @saturneatenn / @psycheeteros

[resuelta]

✨ she ✨

[askarchived]

adulting is hard → brittana

TAGGING → Brittany Pierce, Santana Lopez

LOCATION → Santana’s apartment.

TIME FRAME → Sometime in the recent past. I’m bad at remembering dates.

GENERAL NOTES → Santana and Brittany do... Santana and Brittany things.

“Okay, pop a squat.” 

Santana doesn’t waste time in patting the spot next to her on the sofa, oversized bowl of popcorn situated within her lap. The television playing in front of them both has just wound up in the role of background noise, neither woman paying much attention to it. Life in general makes lounging around and catching up difficult but the two still manage     despite the odds they always have.

A hum escapes her as she pops a bit of popcorn into her open mouth, body turned in Brittany’s direction as she waits for her to sit down beside her. “If you hurry up maybe we can catch the end of Say Yes to the Dress.” It’s only partially sarcasm.

[gudakesa-blog]

@amelserru    

    "Did you think no one could sense you?” Rather, the hero’d almost wished he hadn’t, for Arjuna wasn’t much in the mood to help a lost child find their way out of this seemingly endless labyrinth of alleyways and back towards that bustling civilization locked within clear walls, no -- he was busy tracking some wayward shadow that may or may not have been a local thief. But as if drawn together by some strange magnetic force, he couldn’t help running into those who held fates similar to his.

     They seemed almost a cat with that defensive aura, and as Arjuna stepped back to face them in the close proximity of the alley, he recalled crossing paths with one of similar  features before.

    “A Lancer-classed Servant... ?” Arjuna sighed, folding arms across his chest. He was gradually becoming disinterested in the hunt the longer he stood still. “As you’ve surely realized by now, this no mere ley shift. Heroic Spirits such as ourselves, living our own lives... -- and here you are, living out yours as you attempt to trail me from behind. Or perhaps you simply had your sense of direction robbed from you? That would be troubling indeed... -- though rest assured. I, Arjuna, could most definitely assist.“

[miasaesthetic-blog]

     ‘ so.. did you like your first gift ? ’

[songbirdlucy]

w. @dexthelloyd at. cabin in the middle of nowhere when. their first valentines day

Lucille não era uma grande admiradora do dia dos namorados. não por nada. ela não tinha nenhum grande problema com a data, mas... ela nunca tinha realmente celebrado verdadeiramente. muito se dava pelo fato de que na adolescência, os poucos casinhos que tivera eram escondidos, o medo de que seus pais descobrissem sua vida dupla era maior do que qualquer coisa. E depois, quando se viu livre para ser quem queria ser, os caras nunca faziam nada demais, muito provavelmente porque ela tinha um péssimo gosto para namorados... Até agora. Quando Dexter mencionou a ideia de acamparem ela ficou um tanto receosa, a ideia de ficar no meio do mato, em uma barraca, não lhe parecia muito romântica ou atraente, mas aceitou mesmo assim. E para sua grata surpresa, não se tratava de uma simples barraca, mas uma cabana adorável e muito confortável também, e no meio do nada. Provavelmente, se não fosse o fato de que estava com Dexter ela estaria levemente assustada, mas ele fazia com que ela se sentisse tão segura, que não se importaria em passar o resto de seus dias isolada em uma cabana ao lado dele. " então, quando exatamente vai me deixar te dar o seu presente? " perguntou sorrindo, ainda deitada na cama. completamente exausta, ainda se recuperando do orgasmo recente. " porque, não sei se você sabe, mas o dia dos namorados vale para os dois... não pode ser só você me mimando e fazendo todas as minhas vontades.. por mais incrível que seja. "

[chaosscales]

@thisiamowed || Mercy stopped Arthur with a tug to his hand. It didn't matter that they were in the middle of a village walkway, where anyone could see them ; she was accustomed to the eyes that followed her family, which were so kind. As always, though, there was only one person's attention who mattered to the little girl. She whimpered and pulled on his fingers again. In spite of her insistence, Mercy was mindful of her sisters, who were still just cooing infants on their father's chest.

Another noise, another pull. Mercy asked for Arthur to come down to her level, in all the ways a child had. Her twin, Charity, leaned into their father's cane as she watched.

❝Da,❞ Mercy said, eyes suddenly filling with tears. She wriggled in tight against Arthur with a sniffle. ❝I'm sorry ...❞ The girl picked up one of her feet and touched her sandal. ❝There's rock, Da.❞ Along their path, a stone had gotten into her woven shoe, and it hurt. Mercy nuzzled into Arthur and hiccuped. ❝Help, please ?❞

The pull of his daughter's hand was so minute, so gentle, that anyone could have missed it easily. But with girls who so often met him step for step, the pause was immediately noticed-- Arthur let out a soft "hm?" as he glanced in Mercy's direction, stopping all the while.

Charity stopped as soon as he did, he noticed, and accommodated the shift in height as he came to one knee in front of her sister. His girls, he noted with pride, really were so intuitive.

It made it all the more heartbroken seeing them upset, and he frowned as he held Mercy up against his side whilst she spoke.

"Oh, darling..." A rock. Arthur's free hand carded gently through Mercy's hair, tucking some behind her ear. "You don't need to be sorry for needing help. I'm proud of you for speaking up."

The babies against his chest babbled mindlessly, but if he strained his ears it almost sounded like they were agreeing with him.

With some gentle instruction for Charity to hold his cane, Arthur moved to sit criss-cross apple sauce on the ground. "Come here, sweetheart." He pat his thigh gently. "Come sit on Dad.

"We'll get that rock out real quick."