#hakena

[evans101]

Busy evening today, first up the launch of the new Centre for Global Migrations at #hakena with His Worship The Mayor. #immigrantsareus (at Hocken Collections)

[bestpilots]

max irons and lily collins manip requested by myself for my poor heart

[kena-diallo]

25 is the hakena album pass it on

[kena-diallo]

from harold ofc: “I bet you kiss your knuckles right before they touch my cheek.” // “I found the Devil.” (it's mE!!!) // “I sold my soul.” (drama queen!harold)

aw fuck me with a chainsaw 

“I bet you kiss your knuckles right before they touch my cheek.”

“are we being literal or...?? ‘cause i think you know both times i’ve hit you that i didn’t kiss my knuckles, but that’s oddly poetic. who knew you were so deep, happy feet??”

“i found the devil.”

“was he in the bathroom ‘cause you spent like thirty minutes in there -- - i’m not going to find victoria secret magazines and a bunch of tissues when i go in there, yeah?? kidding, but i would like to know what you’re talking about.”

“i sold my soul.”

“i hope you kept the receipt...”

[kena-diallo]

EXPecting and JEALOUSY i mean what else do you need

Expecting: Our characters find out they are expecting a child together

When Makena missed her period she felt her heart sink, only assuming it was because her infertility was becoming prominent again. She stopped treatments an age and a half ago so it made sense that this would be happening, and despite the fact she wasn’t in the mind set to think of having children any time soon, it still shattered her heart. But this wasn’t new; she’d gone through this before so she put on her brave face and carried on for a good two weeks until she started getting sick. She’d have to miss the first few minutes of her morning classes because she’d be hunched over feeling like absolute shit, and that was when she knew something was wrong. There was no way she could be…no. Makena was almost sure she was still infertile and that was nearly impossible, but she had to check. So she took the dreaded fifteen minute drive to the nearest clinic – the one where she first learned about her infertility – and went through the all too familiar process of getting checked. This was something she did a lot many months ago; secretly go in to see if she was just as good as every other woman though she hardly ever was, even with the treatments. But as she nervously sat on the wax paper covered table with her bottom lip caught between her teeth, she was given news that she hadn’t expected to hear. She was pregnant. “No..” Was all she could manage as the doctor gave her the news, but it was as if he’d gone through this a hundred times before with young mothers, everything he said sounding scripted and rehearsed. “There are some options–” He was starting to say before she cut him off, her head shaking, “No, I’m keeping it.” 

On the car ride back to campus, she tried to think of ways to break it to the father. Of course it was Harold’s, he was the only person she’d slept with recently, but she almost wished it wasn’t his. He was already tied down with his many arrangements, the main thing being his engagement and she didn’t want to burden him with the news, so for a long time she kept quiet. If this happened months before she’d be ecstatic; calling up everyone she knew, probably happy crying every day because she would be getting everything she’d ever wanted, but that wasn’t the case. It’d been a week or so before she told anyone, and that was her mother who was overseas and couldn’t possibly run her mouth off to anyone who actually knew Makena’s situation. And despite the dread that sat heavy with her, she told Harold next. 

There wasn’t really any excitement. No jumping up and down or high fives for ‘getting ‘er done’ (which is something Makena probably would’ve done if this would’ve happened while they were still together). Instead there were a lot of tears and hugs, a few apologies from her despite her lack of control over the situation, as well as numerous concerned glances. How on earth would this work? At the time, they didn’t know, but it was going to be a good enough amount of time before she started showing that they could plan. Though even after all of the drama, at the end of the day, Makena was secretly very happy. She was going to get to be a mom to Harold’s child and that was something she used to only dream about.

Jealousy: My character gets jealous over yours

Did Dee sincerely think that inviting Makena to her and Harold’s wedding was a good idea? She had to do it out of cruelty, there was no other way about it. But she still showed up in the nicest dress she had, one she’d probably return the next day, that wasn’t black – which was something Xavier had to talk her out of doing. “What?” She’d say, “It’s just like a funeral if you ask me.” Though after all the fuss of getting there, putting on a dress she’d never wear again, and trying not to touch the flask she’d put in her purse, she managed to make it through the beginning. She couldn’t tear her eyes away from Harold as he stood at the alter, waiting for the bride she’d never get to be, though the slight squeeze Xavier gave her brought her back down to reality where she couldn’t feel sorry for herself at someone else’s wedding. And despite the fact she and her friend joked about interrupting it, that seemed out of the question. This wasn’t like the movies and even if she thought about objecting, her own reputation would be ruined and she’d look like a total idiot. 

She eventually had to look away, though, as Dee came walking down the aisle and everyone turned to watch her. She looked absolutely gorgeous and despite all the efforts Makena was making to be happy for Dee, there was no way to combat the jealousy she felt deep inside of her. It should’ve been her walking down that aisle. It should’ve been her wearing that dress — well maybe not that dress, she probably would’ve insisted on getting something cheaper because no doubt that dress cost a fortune and a half. These were the thoughts that filled her mind as she blocked out everything that was being said, the vows especially. Ugh. She could almost throw up, but instead she continued on with the nice thoughts of what her own wedding dress would look like when the day came. 

Makena sat looking at them blankly, no emotion showing throughout almost the entire ceremony, though she couldn’t bring herself to watch them kiss. Now that was going to make her throw up. Another quick squeeze from Xavier and the shuffling of everyone rising gave her a clear indication that it was over, so she too stood up and clapped just like everyone else, though after it all died down and leaned over to Xav and whispered something about how she couldn’t wait to get to the bar.

[makena-diallo]

give me a kiss only bc hakena kisses <3

8. clumsy kiss

Getting drunk with your boyfriend is probably the best activity because he doesn’t judge you ( out loud ) because he’s already seen you do a lot of stupid shit. At thing point they’d gone through a bottle or so of whatever they could get their hands on and Makena had started getting too friendly. It wasn’t out of the norm for her to do this, so it was no surprise when she started playing with the hem of his shirt and giggling uncontrollably while her eyes never looked away from his lips. “You’re really pretty.” The words came out along with a hiccup so it sounded rather weird, but Makena knew she got the point across.  She was sandwiched between him and the wall closest to her kitchen, honestly forgetting how she ended up there, it didn’t really matter anyway. The game of giggling and staring went on for another moment or so before she leaned forward to kiss his lips but ended up missing by an inch. Her balance was another thing she forgot about when drunk. “That’s not your mouth    “ Within another second she’d managed to find his actual lips and kissed him, her hands staying on either side of his face in order to try to keep him from moving because if he did she’d end up missing again.

[makena-diallo]

hakena o:)

AFFECTIONATE

Holding hands always even under tables n stuff | Cheek kisses | Hugs from behind | Cuddling | Hand kiss | PDA | Spooning | Shared baths | Whispers | Affectionate texts | Caressing | Stroke hair | No displays of affection |

SEX:

Shower sex | Wall sex | Neck bites | Oral | Morning sex | Drunk sex | Public sex | Backseat of car | BDSM | No sex

DATES:

Picnic | Cinema | Restaurant | Sports game | Hike | Coffee | Museum | Club | Bar | Beach | No dates

WOULD MY CHARACTER:

Marry them? Yes | NoHave sex on the first date? Yes | NoConfess their attraction first? Yes | NoHave children/adopt? Yes | NoDie for your character? Yes | NoCheat on your character? Yes | NoLie to them? Yes  | NoCuddle after sex? Yes | No

[makena-diallo]

hakena

falls asleep on the couch: Makena, she probably told him to go on to bed without her so she could stay up and watch house hunters

makes friends with the neighbors: neither of them, they’re too grumpy to go out and be social. plus I don’t think they’d have neighbors in their Australian yurt? I could be wrong

is the adventurous eater: Makena, she would probably try to get him to eat something completely bizarre and say “it takes like chicken, I promise” and then it not taste like chicken at all

hogs the covers at night: Harold, that little bitch

forgets to do the dishes: I imagine they eat out a lot because neither of them can cook and they probably don’t have a lot of dishes to do? but Kena

tries to surprise their partner more often: ooooh, um, Harold ‘cause he’s more romantic than her and would do stuff like that idk

leaves dirty laundry on the floor: if Makena forgets dishes, she certainly isn’t going to pick up dirty laundry ja feel?

stays up til 2 am reading: Harold ‘cause he’s all smart, probably reading some court cases or whatever he reads, playboys idk

sings in the shower: Makena, could you even imagine Harold singing in the shower? no, don’t imagine that, too scary

takes the selfies: Makena, and Harold promptly hides from them

plans date night: Harold because he’s too good at that