#015.

[resuelta]

random magnolia edits

[nyalawilson]

( * &. still falling for you. * ) 015!

their honeymoon was magical — making memories, travelling to new countries, and beginning the next chapter of the rest of their lives. despite gallivanting around the world, the two chose to return home. although, to nyala, home is wherever he is. currently, it’s the familiar scene of new york. it’s a stark contrast compared to their old surroundings. yet, she can’t help breaking into a smile, though honestly, there’s multiple reasons for her blatant happiness — the main one, of course, being here with nixon. nyala is awake, nestling above his frame, enjoying his warmth, the feel of him. admittedly, she fell asleep like he was her personal pillow with her head resting against his chest. he is still in a deep sleep, his rhythmic breathing matching her own. tranquility channels bone deep so she stays for a moment, enjoying the stillness of the morning, thinking, reminiscing... 

after a few minutes, with him still asleep, nyala quietly slips out of bed — already missing the warmth. with small steps, she immediately heads towards the kitchen. she is starving, and imagined nixon would be too when he finally wakes up. ignoring the persistent rumbling in her stomach, she makes breakfast for the two of them. it’s a very small gesture compared to every thing he has done for her but the girl hopes it will suffice. there’s an evident pep in her step, overflowing with delight when returning to her position from before. she whispers his name then decides to stir him awake with kisses all over — from his neck, to his cheek, to finally his lips. “nixon,” his name is spoken with a melodic quality. “baby, i made you somethin’.”

[gudakesa-blog]

@rogabitque

     They’d only greeted each other before in passing, but Arjuna doesn’t remember most of it. He doesn’t remember forced words he’d given with a smile, for those had been a dime-a-dozen. Truly, interacting with others in Chaldea had been tiresome. What he does remember, though, is this Saber’s overwhelming loyalty when faced with the one they both called Master. And so when he’d polite-fully requested Arjuna’s advice, the hero had answered cordially in kind.

    Still, it’d been hard to keep a straight face in front of such... bland taste. But true to himself as ever, Arjuna managed to remain calm and collected, the tight grip on his spoon wavering only slightly.

     “I’m not sure where to start, really.” For truthfully, there were no words for this ill-fitted dish. Nothing worth saying out-loud, at least, and Arjuna rose from the table gracefully before duty called for him to taste again.

      “Rather, what sort of... garnishes did you use, if any? Perhaps I can help you spice it up just a tad. Especially if this is something you wish to serve to Master. Ah, I assume it’s quite all right to use this apron?” He said coolly, already with it over his shoulders and ‘round his waist, eyes tiredly tracing the kitchen counter for the right materials.

[preempire]

@beroya-vhett, continued.

The True Mandalorians, Fett says, and the Mandalorian wonders at who amongst their ancestors truly held that title. How many generations were there between him and Mand'alor the First? How much of their traditions were distilled through the years?

Just seeing Fett's face makes his skin crawl, like he's looking at something he has no right to. He shouldn't know the shape of Fett's nose, nor the sound of his voice without his modulator, nor the colour of his hair (or that he even has hair). The whole thing is so jarringly unfamiliar to him, and yet entirely ridiculous because Fett treats his armour the same way he would. Because Fett is the same, and yet not.

The Mandalorian's fingers flex idly at his side. He hates sitting with discomfort.

"I wish I could've seen it," he says instead. The oddity of Fett's existence is set aside. "What the Great Forge was like. I've only heard stories, same as you.

"When I was young I wanted to be an Armourer."

His helm remains dipped low, watching the motions of Fett's hands over each piece he owns. The admission, though quiet, is significant; the Mandalorian has never said this to anyone outside his Tribe, and even then he'd let that dream go years ago.

"It is the highest honour," he murmurs. "To see beskar'gam last so long is..."

You don't really see that, any more.

"I'm glad it's returned to you, Boba Fett. This is the Way."

[dptms]

FENRIR GREYBACK, SCOURGE OF GREAT BRITAIN, KILLED BY THE MINISTER OF MAGIC IN LATE NIGHT ATTACK ! 

while the death toll following last night's burren attack continues to rise, the prophet is HONORED to be the publication trusted with breaking news that we hope will bring the many wix across the country who were caught up in the terror a modicum of peace. we can now officially confirm that FENRIR GREYBACK - the most savage and feared werewolf roaming free until today - was, as rumored, among the fatalities. his body has been postively identified by auror nymphadora tonks and transferred to a secure facility where we have been told a full autopsy will be performed before it is appropriately disposed of. even more impressive than news of the notorious werewolfs takedown is the way in which we have been informed he was finally defeated. though the ministry has yet to issue a formal statement to corroborate their story, eyewitnesses from the scene have told our reporters that MINISTER ANTONIN KARKAROFF, our derby hero, held the wand that finally put to end the threat of fenrir greyback, a feat no other has ever managed. though details differ from wix to wix, one fact remains true through all : the werewolf appears to have set its sights on mikaela karkaroff, the minister's only daughter, and his appearance at the burren campgrounds - along with the small force of aurors and hit wix that turned the tides on last nights attackers - could not have been more fortuitous. rita skeeter, our expert on wixen history in the past three decades, takes us through the ten worst crimes committed by fenrir greyback on page twelve, for anyone who needs a refresher !

[lobodarua]

(adeus)

Talvez eu seja mesmo um erro Criei meu próprio pesadelo Eu não consigo mais dormir Eu só não quero mais fugir Eu nunca enxergo onde estou preso É muito mais do que um desejo É muito mais que uma ambição Sou uma eterna (confusão)

Eu prometo, não vou cometer os mesmos erros Eu prometo não cair na tentação desses buracos negros Eu prometo não voltar e espero que entenda Eu prometo esse lugar nunca foi minha tenda

Eu precisei entrar profundo Dentro de toda escuridão Pra enxergar qual a saída Da minha dor sem atenção Eu não reconhecia a luz Eu não reconhecia o erro Eu fiquei preso no passado Que desliguei por (sentir medo)

eu não sinto mais (medo) eu não vou voltar (medo) eu não sinto mais (medo) não é o meu lugar (medo)

Para que a luz possa brilhar em mim intensamente A escuridão em mim também precisa estar presente. Eu digo (adeus) Lobo da Rua pela última vez Por que nenhuma escuridão pode durar pra sempre

Eu prometo, não vou cometer os mesmos erros Eu prometo não cair na tentação desses buracos negros Eu prometo não voltar e espero que entenda Eu prometo esse lugar nunca foi minha tenda Eu prometo não voltar e espero que entenda! Eu prometo esse lugar nunca foi minha tenda!

Eu não vou mais voltar Eu não vou mais voltar Eu só quero voltar EU NUNCA VOU VOLTAR

...adeus.

[silkhcney]

self-reflection

     I guess I would like to start by talking about some of my biggest flaws. I have trust issues, commitment issues, I'm stubborn, indecisive, well, I could go on. I guess I know where my trust issues stem from. Two times I've trusted people in the past, it ended up with me getting hurt. I just fear that history repeats itself, so it'll happen again. I'm a very distant person, no one really knows anything about me and that's how I like to keep it. I have this persona I've created that people see on the surface. It's still me, I've just hidden the deeper parts of myself. I have commitment issues, and I think it's a mixture of my indecisive tendencies and the failing relationships around me. I know I should give people a chance, but I just can't. I try to be more open, and maybe one day I will. My stubbornness is something I've actually started to get over recently. I am firm with my beliefs, but I've been more flexible and open to other people's opinions. Even putting all my flaws aside, I think I'd be a decent teacher. I don't LOVE kids, but I can tolerate them. I give good advice, I just seldom follow it.

[wes2soft-blog]

( * TEXT → princesa.

wes: the weirdest fucking shit just happened

wes: idk what to even do rn ??