#heleads

[elianaodeleya]

#DOS #HUSBAND #GODLYMAN #MARRIAGE #HELEADS #YOUFOLLOW #SUBMIT #SUBMISSION https://www.instagram.com/p/Cl439w9O1TI/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[strawberri414]

We don't have to live in fear because God has us, A L W A Y S #always #hispromisesaretrue #heleads #ifollow https://www.instagram.com/p/B_mWeT2hyLe/?igshid=p3oegsp1pw4n

[strawberri414]

#weplan #heleads #welearn #heloves 💖💕 https://www.instagram.com/p/B9MFtmeFJpf/?igshid=ji85nd32f4uo

[hopetwin]

you're a real pancake, baby <3

@heleads

[spaceraiseda]

❛ i need… fish fingers and custard . ❜

@heleads  /  something doctor who.

                                 oops  ?  something definitely was miscommunicated here. that was not what she thought he wanted her to get. there’s three fingers  (  he better not ask where she got them.  )  she put down on the table in front of him, along with a bottle of mustard. brown eyes rest on the collected items for some more moments before she glances up to him with a frown. opens her mouth to say something then closes it again. purses her lips in a pout while she seems to be thinking hard about something briefly. his request seems impossible and what she had understood from it was much easier to bring. another try. she opens her mouth again.

                                                 ❛  …  but fish don’t have fingers.  ❜

[rbeljedi]

❝ it’s always darkest before the dawn. ❞

“Mm, I can see you’ve been listening to my sister.”

[praeliari]

   * ･ ˙  ˖  ✶     @heleads​​  ━  liked for canon dialogue

                                “      We did what we  undertook  to do .   To a  soldier ,  that in itself is a virtue .      ”

[tachiisms]

A young curly haired boy sidles in, leather jacket missing but carefully stowed away for now, for his has a single stalk of flower clasped in soil stained hands as he extends it in Siri’s direction. “For you.”

@heleads | it’s Siri’s birthday

It’s as amusing as it is endearing, and Siri carefully keeps the little laugh hidden, but smiles warmly at the little boy. He has much of his parents’ hearts in him, as well as his own fire, and she’s already sure he’ll do great things in the galaxy one day. When he’s a little taller than her knees, that is. 

“Thank you, Poe,” she says as she accepts the flower, not caring at all that some of the soil from his little hands transfers onto hers (when has she ever cared about a bit of dirt on her hands). She ruffles his curly hair with one hand. “It’s beautiful.”